#beth dutton x reader

[youronebraincell]

hello! I just came across your blog and fell in love with your work! is it okay if I request a Beth Dutton x soft girlfriend reader where she’s the polar opposite of Beth (wears dresses is shy/kind to everyone) and everyone at the ranch has never seen Beth be so nice and in love openly💞

Sugar and Spice

Beth Dutton x Fem!Reader

Warning: implied sex, hurt/comfort, conflicted feelings, eventual fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3055

You’re the new cook at the Yellowstone.

It's before noon when Beth makes her way down the stairs of the main house. She follows the mouthwatering scent of food into the kitchen. She stops dead in her tracks when she sets sight on an unfamiliar woman. Her eyes rake over her figure.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You turn to look at her from behind the stove, your loose skirt swishing with the sudden movement. “Good morning!” You say with a warm smile. “You must be Beth” You extend your dominant hand for her to shake, but she just keeps staring at you, her eyes weary. You retract your hand and turn back to the stew cooking on the stove. You gently stir the rich liquid. “I’m Y/N. The temporary new cook”

“What happened to Gator?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who that is, ma’am”

Beth closes the short distance between her and the other woman. She towers over you with ease despite you being almost the exact same height. She stares into your eyes. “If you value your life, Y/N, you will never call me ‘ma’am’ again”

You nod. “I’m sorry, Miss-“

“Nope”

You look at her. “What should I call you then?”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t call me at all” Beth says coldly as she grabs a spoon from the drawer. “But if you have to, call me Beth” She takes a spoonful of the stew with a chunk of beef and a diced potato. She doesn’t blow on the steaming hot liquid before taking the spoon into her mouth. Her eyes flutter close, her jaw sets. You don’t think it was a voluntary reaction. You watch her throat bob as she swallows. She opens her eyes to look at you.

You look back at her.

“Hm. It’s.. edible”

Beth tosses the spoon into the sink.

“Be a doll and wash that for me, will you?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond before she’s out of the kitchen. You lower the heat to let the stew simmer a bit. You cover the pot with a clear lid then you wash the things you used to make your dish, including Beth’s spoon.

Once the stew is done, you move onto making the bread from scratch. When you’re finished, you turn off the oven and take out two trays with four small loaves of French bread each. You place them on the counter and take out the last tray.

“Dang it” You curse when you come to the realization that you don’t know how to bring the food outside to the ranch hands. Mr Dutton didn’t show you where the tableware was and you don’t feel right snooping around in his house.

You take a breath and go look for someone who can help you. You reach a room with open doors.

Beth sits behind a desk, her phone pressed to her ear with one hand while the other writes something down on an important-seeming piece of paper.

You hesitantly take a step forward, only to come to a halt when she sets the pen down and raises a finger at you without taking her eyes off of the paper. Beth says something strict and final to whoever she’s on the phone with before hanging up and putting it down. She looks at you.

“What do you want?”

You make a mental note to try and get used to her harsh tone. “I was just wondering if you knew where the tableware was. For the guys”

Beth turns her attention back to the papers on her desk. She turns one page over. “Ask Rip”

“I don’t know who that is..”

“Jesus fucking Christ” Beth mutters before letting out a clearly exasperated sigh and getting up. “Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy. Come on”

You follow her out of the main house.

Beth walks in big strides towards one of the round fence things where the guys ride the horses. It shouldn’t be a struggle to keep up, but it is.

Beth leans against the fence. You stand on the bar at the bottom to make yourself taller. A guy in all black is riding or trying to stay on a wild brown horse. The horse bucks like his sole mission in life is to get the man off him. The man pulls at the reins. The horse neighs in protest. He walks around the post normally now, but you can tell he’s still hot.

You click your tongue twice.

The man hangs on tight as the horse gallops over to you. You reach forward to gently stroke his head. “It’s okay” You say, softly. You run your knuckles up and down the bridge of his nose. You can tell he’s calming down. You use your other hand to caress around his ear and laugh when they both flutter.

“I’ll be damned” The man, who you assume is Rip, says, fixing his sunglasses. “You might be the only person this tough son of a bitch hasn’t tried to bite”

You smile at that.

Beth rolls her eyes. “This is the new cook. She wants to know where the tableware is”

“Jimmy! Show Miss..”

“Oh, Y/N is fine”

“Y/N where we keep the bowls”

A tall skinny guy runs up to you.

Beth pushes herself away from the fence.

Your hand stops mid-stroke of the horse in front of you to watch her walk back towards the house. You can’t help, but let your eyes drift to her ass. You shake your head and quickly turn away.

You work at the ranch longer than you expected.

Mr Dutton appoints you to a cabin not far from the main house. You tried to decline the generous offer, but he voiced his concern about how the drive from your place to the ranch is a waste of time. It doesn’t help that you arrived a whole hour late one day because of a car accident on Maine street.

Your alarm wakes you up at five in the morning. You sleepily reach over to grab your phone from the nightstand to turn it off. You toss it onto the empty side of the bed and close your eyes again.

They open when it feels like you’re being watched.

You sit up and see Beth leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She’s dressed in nothing, but lace panties and a loose red flannel with only a button in the middle to keep it together.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as you look at the valley of her breasts. “Am I still dreaming?”

A smile tugs at the other woman’s lips before she saunters over to you, swaying her hips.

You look up at her when she comes to stand beside your bed. You don’t flinch when she pinches you.

“That answer your question?”

Your eyes widen when she pulls the covers off of you and straddles your lap. Her arms hang loosely around your neck as she looks down at you.

“Jammies. How cute”

You look down at the plain blue pajama set you’re wearing then back up at her. “What-“

Beth shuts you up by pressing her lips against yours in a passionate kiss. By the time you break apart, you’re breathless and mildly confused.

She grabs a hold of your chin and tilts it up to make you look at her. Her thumbs brushes your lower lip.

“You want this, don’t you, Y/N?”

“I-I can’t. You’re my boss’ daughter.. I-“

“It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes”

Beth holds your gaze while pushing her thumb into your mouth. “Then that’s all that matters”

You have sex with her.

It’s around a quarter before six when Beth gets out of bed and puts her clothes back on. To your surprise, she didn’t walk bottomless to the cabin. You watch her pull a pair of loose cotton shorts over her toned legs. You have the covers pressed against your chest while you sit up and watch her get dressed. It’s cliche and completely ridiculous seeing as she already saw you naked, but still.

Once she’s dressed, Beth leaves the room and eventually the cabin, judging from the way you hear the door slam on her way out. You fall back against the mattress and let out a sigh. What just happened? That’s a question that’ll have to wait for another time because you still have a job to do.

Beth walks into the main house with her brows furrowed. What she did with Y/N was supposed to make her feel good. Powerful. And it did.. just not in the way she anticipated. Fuck. Ninety-five percent of the times she had sex with someone, she did it just because she was horny. She never cared about their pleasure, much less their feelings.

So why does she hunch over and retch into the sink to throw up like she was violently hungover?

You don’t see her again for two days.

You’re stacking up pancakes on a plate when she comes into the kitchen. You turn to look at her, but she doesn’t look at you. Her eyes are fixated on the small basket of blueberries on the counter.

“What’s that?” Beth asks, pointing at the basket. There’s an unsettling edge to her voice.

You turn off the burner and stack the last pancake. “Blueberries” You say once you’ve turned to her to give her your full attention. “I went for a walk the other day and saw a few bushes-“

“I don’t care. Where did you get that basket?”

You look at the basket with a confused expression. “Jamie gave it to me” You wince when you suddenly get a cramp attack out of nowhere.

If Beth notices, she doesn’t say anything. “Of course he did. That fucking little bitch”

You don’t know what that’s about. You take a sip of water from the glass you put aside. Your hands grip the counter when you get another cramp. You breathe out slowly, rocking back and forth.

Beth’s eyes roam over you. “What’s wrong with you?” There’s a hint of concern in her tone despite her clearly being bothered by you for some reason.

You shake your head. “Just..” You breathe out slowly, trying to get your bearings, “that time of the month, you know?” You say with a small smile.

Another cramp has you doubling over in pain.

“Jesus.. Christ!” You exclaim after taking a gasp in between. “That hurt. It’s never hurt this bad before”

“They’re period cramps, sweetheart” The other woman says in a condescending tone as she pours herself a glass of water. “They’re supposed to hurt”

“Nothing in this world is supposed to hurt..”

Beth lets out a humorless laugh. “God” She looks up at her ceiling with a disbelieving smile. “You are so fucking naive. How could someone be this..”

The words start to fade as your vision blurs. You sway slightly. It’s not long till everything goes dark.

Your eyes flutter open when you become conscious again. You let out a soft, disgruntled moan as you stir. You feel yourself laying on a bed. You look around the room. You see Beth sitting in an armchair to your right with her back facing the door.

She stands when you try to sit up. Her hand comes to rest on the back of your shoulder while the other puts the pillow against the headboard so you could lean back. It’s only once you’re situated that she sits back down in the armchair.

“Thank you” You say. “What happened?”

“You fainted. Something tells me you skipped dinner last night” Beth says, her head tilted slightly.

You purse your lips. “I didn’t.. measure the contents correctly” You fidget with your fingers. “There wasn’t enough left for me after I served your family”

“You measured correctly” Beth says, her tone firm and certain. “We had two guests that you didn’t account for. That’s not on you, Y/N”

You exhale through your nose, your eyes downcast. You trace the outlines on your palm.

“You vex me”

You look at her. “I don’t know what that means”

“You make me feel frustrated. Thirty-seven years on this earth and I’ve never met someone like you before. Someone so.. kind. So pure”

Beth sucks a breath through her teeth as she looks away. It’s almost like she’s ashamed of something.

“I didn’t have good intentions when we slept together. I wanted some of your purity for myself. After we were done, I felt like I used you. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve used people like that before, but with you it just didn’t feel right and I’m sorry, Y/N”

“It’s okay” You say almost immediately.

Beth stands up. “No, it’s not okay and that’s the point. I used you. You should fucking hate me”

“I could never hate you, Beth”

Beth is taken aback and it shows.

You wince at your own words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out so cheesy” You glance at the untouched glass of water on the nightstand. You point at it as you look at Beth. “Is that for me?”

The woman nods, not trusting herself to speak.

You take a sip and swallow, allowing the cool liquid to enter your body. You take a few more before setting the glass back down. “I like you. I’ve.. liked you for a while now. I was just afraid that.. if I were to pursue you, I’d get rejected and lose this job. So when you came up to me in bed that morning, I thought that was the one and only way I’d ever get to be with you. So technically we both.. kinda.. used each other. I didn’t mean to at the time, but the longer I think about it, the clearer it gets. Does that make sense? I don’t think that it does..”

Beth chuckles at your rambling. She lets out a sigh then looks at you. “You hungry?”

“A little”

“Come on. I’ll buy you breakfast”

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were taking me out on a breakfast date” You say cheekily before bending down to put on your shoes.

“That’s because I am”

Your head snaps up to look at her.

Beth rolls her eyes out of faux annoyance. “Don’t make this weird” She says with a smile as she walks towards the door. “I’ll meet you downstairs”

You watch her leave the room.

When you hear her descend the stairs, you quietly celebrate the fact that she’s not weirded out by you. You compose yourself when you head downstairs.

You get your coat from the rack and put it on before following Beth outside to her Mercedes S-class.

The drive is spent in comfortable silence until you decide to break it by asking the question that’s been itching to get out since you woke up.

“Did I do something wrong? Before I fainted”

Beth glances at you. “What do you mean?”

“The basket? Should I not have used it?”

Beth purses her lips. “It was my mother’s. Jamie knew that and he still..” She stops herself, not wanting her constant anger at him to ruin your moment together. “I was just surprised to see it”

“I’m sorry. I’ll put it back later”

“No” The other woman says with a sigh. “It’s good that you’re making use of it” She says, a small smile tugging at her lips when she glances at you. “Those blueberry pancakes were damn delicious”

You laugh. “Well, I’m glad you liked them”

That comfortable silence from before settles between you again. You look out of the window at the breathtaking scenery that passes you by. You look down at your hand when Beth interlocks her fingers with yours, her dominant hand resting coolly on the wheel. She grips your hand firmly.

You smile when you look out the window again.

From that moment on, you become her girl. And she let everyone on the ranch know it. Of course you had to break it to your boss, her father, first. You kinda just stood behind her as Beth told him about the two of you. She held your hand behind her back for support while you used the other to fidget nervously with the hem of your dress.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when Beth stepped aside and you locked eyes with Mr Dutton.

“Is she gonna interfere with your job, Y/N?”

You tilt your chin up. “No, sir”

Mr Dutton nods. “Then we don’t have a problem”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding once he leaves. Beth chuckles at the pale look on your face before taking you in her arms.

“Did big bad Mr Dutton scare you?” She mocks in a baby voice as she rests her chin on your head.

“Shut up..” You murmur, nuzzling into her chest.

You feel and hear her laugh before she presses a kiss to the top of your head. You smile.

The entire ranch notices the effect you seem to have on Beth. They’ll never voice it to you, because they’re not that stupid, but you get the impression that they’re grateful that you’ve kinda softened her. They’re still scared shitless of her, and honestly who can blame them, but they seem to be more at ease when you happen to be around her.

You watch from a soft blanket on the grass as she talks to Rip. You know some parts about their relationship. Beth doesn’t seem to talk about it, but she doesn’t have to. You can tell how much he means to her and how much she means to him.

She walks over to you and sits down behind you, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she presses a soft kiss to your lips. You’re both smiling like fools when you pull away. You turn your attention back to the setting sun. Beth rests her cheek against your head. You lean into her.

“I’m happy to have you in my life, Y/N”

“Me too, Beth. Me too”

You smile when she presses a kiss to your temple.

[reevesdriver]

You Kiss Your Mother With That Mouth? (NSFW)

Anon request: "Reader is working on the ranch as a cowgirl alongside Rip and his boys, she’s like a female version of Rip. Filth mouth and she’ll argue with any man she come across if need be. I’m thinking Reader gets into a verbal fight with someone on the Ranch and Beth Sees and asks if she “kisses her mother with that mouth” and Reader responds with “No but i can fuck you with it?” maybe smut??"

Word count: 867

Reader: Female reader

Character(s): Beth Dutton

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Oral Sex (F Receiving) / Mentions of fighting / Vulgar Language / Misogyny / Homophobia /

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You were up earlier than anyone else in the bunkhouse which was nothing new. By the time you'd showered and dressed everyone else had started stirring so you made a fresh pot of coffee and stepped outside to have your first cigarette of the day.

"Mornin." Rip said as he stepped out and came to stand beside you holding a cup of coffee out to you. You echo his greeting and take the warm cup from his hand. "What's the plan for today?"

"We gotta put the horses in the corral so we can muck out the stables." He says and you nod. "I'll finish this then get the horses moved."

"Don't you wanna wait for the rest of em'." He says motioning to the bunkhouse door.

"It's fine, sooner it gets started the sooner it's done."

"Fair enough."

Finishing your cigarette and coffee you hand the cup back to Rip and grab your jacket from off the rail. Crossing the yard you unlock the door to the stables and flick the lights on making the horses huff and tap their hooves on the floor. The day seemed to go quickly but that's mostly since you'd barely stopped, working kept you fit and distracted but you knew you would be aching in the morning.

You and the other ranch hands had moved the horses, mucked out the stables and slowly returned each horse until there was only one left. Looking to the corral you eyed the last horse who was galloping round and smiled. You entered the corral and the horse crossed over to you, its neck resting on your shoulder as you stroked its mane.

"You getting some last minute fun in huh?" You spoke to the horse which huffed in return. The sound of someone spitting onto the dirt behind you made you look over your shoulder. Fred stood with his hands on his hips staring at you. "You actually gonna do any work Fred or just fucking stand there gawking at me?"

"Nah you seem to be happy doing everything yourself like you own the damn Ranch."

"Go fuck yourself."

"You could fuck me if you weren't a fucking dyke." He raises his voice and before Lloyd and Rip have time to get between the two of you you'd crossed the corral and lurched forward so your forehead connected with his nose with a loud crack.

"Fucking say that again you ginger cunt, go on, fucking call me that again." You spat at him as he held his, now bleeding, nose and tried to stand back up. Rip and Lloyd stepped in and ushered Fred away back to the bunkhouse so he could clean himself up. Spinning around once more you stormed back to the lone horse in the pasture and walked him back towards the stables.

You led the horse into his own stable and worked on filling up his bucket of food as he sniffed at the fresh bedding. "Well I think you've officially made every ranch hand scared of you after fucking Freds face up." A voice brought your attention from the bucket of food.

"I would've done worse if Rip and Lloyd weren't there." You shot back with a laugh.

"I don't doubt that, hell of a vocabulary too, you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No ma'am, but I can fuck you with it." You report without a second thought. Beths slightly shocked expression made you realise what you'd just said but more importantly, who you said it to. She entered the stable and walked up to you as you tried to apologise.

"Prove it." She says with a whisper and slowly lifts the hem of her dress up until she exposes her bare pussy. "Go on, fuck me with that dirty mouth."

Your knees buckle under you and you drop to the floor, the bedding for the horse offering some padding to your kneecaps. Grabbing Beths thighs you pull her to your face, laughing softly as she stumbles towards you. Your mouth is on her pussy in an instant and her hands fumble as she tries to hold her dress up as well as dig her fingers into your scalp.

Your tongue expertly flicks her clit making her throw her head back in pleasure as a moan falls from her lips. Your breathing becomes deep as you focus on making her cum, you switch between circling her clit with your tongue and lapping at her hole that leaks cum.

Her thighs clamp around your face and you hear a sharp intake of breath as Beth cums on your tongue, her legs shaking slightly at the pleasure and she fights the urge to collapse onto the floor in front of you. You stand with a smile on your face and Beths cunt on your breath, your knees ache but the blushed face of your bosses daughter makes it all worth it. "It's a good thing you don't miss your mother with that mouth." She smiles as she drops her dress down.

Turning she stumbles out of the stable and passes Rip who is entering the building. "Hell of a mouth on that one." She winks as he passes her.

[moonlight-joy]

No Ghosts Between Us

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Fandom: Yellowstone

Request: I've noticed that you write for beth dutton..so I was wondering if I could possibly request a beth dutton x f!reader. Readers father was abusive towards reader and her mother for years, causing her to run away. Now, years later, reader and beth are happily married and are living out the rest of their days at the yellowstone.

Then, Reader gets a phone call from her mother that her father is on his deathbed, and he'd like to make amends before he passes.

The reader, due to all of the trauma she's experienced from her father, starts to have a panic attack. Beth, knowing of all of the past with her father, immediately confronts reader. Now, I'd like to think that beth would decide to go visit readers dad by herself, to see how a man such as readers cock-sucker of a dad (Beth's words, not mine) could make such a beautiful and kind person.

I'm so sorry if this is ultra specific !!..I've never requested anything before sure how long these requests are supposed to be 😭😭

🤠 anon

Pairing: Reader/Beth Dutton

The air on the Yellowstone was crisp that morning, the kind that made you breathe a little deeper, like you were trying to soak in every ounce of peace the land had to offer. You and Beth had made a habit of these quiet mornings together, sitting on the porch with coffee, watching the sun rise over the sprawling Montana fields. She sat beside you now, her sharp blue eyes softened in the golden light, one hand lazily wrapped around a steaming mug, the other resting against your knee.

It was moments like this that made you forget the past, the ghosts you’d left behind.

Until they came knocking.

Your phone buzzed against the wooden railing, the name flashing across the screen like a warning.

Mom.

Your stomach twisted immediately.

Beth noticed the change in you before you could even react. “Who is it?” she asked, her voice edged with something sharp, protective.

You swallowed hard and pressed the phone to your ear. “Hey, Mom.”

Beth’s gaze locked onto you, unwavering.

“Honey, I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important,” your mother’s voice was small, fragile in a way that didn’t fit the woman who had once carried you out of that house in the dead of night. “It’s your father. He’s in the hospital. They say… they say he doesn’t have long.”

Every inch of your body locked up.

“He wants to see you,” your mother continued, her voice almost pleading. “He wants to make amends before he—”

The words blurred. The walls around you felt tighter, the morning air suddenly too thin. Your grip on the phone trembled, your fingers numb, as if your body couldn’t decide whether to hold on or drop it. The steady, comforting world of the porch—the warmth of the rising sun, the scent of fresh coffee—was gone in an instant.

Your vision tunneled. The soft wind against your skin now felt sharp, biting.

Panic.

Your father’s voice—the one you had fought so hard to forget—echoed in the back of your mind, dredging up things you thought you had buried. The weight of his presence, the bruises in places no one would see, the quiet fear that had followed you for years like a shadow. You had spent so long convincing yourself he couldn’t reach you anymore, but here he was, pulling you back under.

A hand on yours.

Beth.

“Breathe,” her voice cut through the panic, firm but steady.

She didn’t yank the phone away. She didn’t snap or curse or demand answers. Instead, her fingers curled around yours—warm, solid, real. Her thumb brushed slow, grounding strokes along the back of your hand, pulling you back to the present.

You gasped for air, your chest rising too fast, too shallow. Beth’s other hand moved to your knee, pressing down just enough to steady you.

Then, without hesitation, she plucked the phone from your grip. She didn’t even look at the screen before she ended the call.

“You’re not doin’ this alone, baby.”

Your chest rose and fell unevenly as you clutched at her wrist like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. “Beth… I can’t—”

“You don’t have to,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Your breath hitched. “But Mom—”

Beth’s eyes flashed. “Your mom’s a different story. We can help her, be there for her. But him?” Her lip curled in disdain. “That man doesn’t get to come back into your life just ‘cause he’s scared of where he’s headed next.”

You let her words settle, the truth of them sinking in deep.

For years, you had imagined this moment. Wondered what it would feel like to hear your father say I’m sorry. Would it bring closure? Would it ease the nightmares? Or would it just rip open wounds you had worked so hard to heal?

The truth clawed at you now, stark and undeniable. You didn’t want his apology. You wanted the years back. The childhood he stole. The nights you spent waiting for the sound of his footsteps, bracing for what came next.

Beth pulled you into her, her hands framing your face as she forced you to look at her. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice softer now, controlled. “He doesn’t get to own another second of your peace. You don’t owe him shit.”

Your breath came slower now, steadier, though tears burned at the back of your eyes.

She pressed her forehead against yours for a moment, letting you feel her—her warmth, her strength. The scent of whiskey and wildflowers clung to her skin, familiar and grounding. You exhaled against her, eyes slipping shut, just trying to be here.

Then, after a long beat, Beth pulled back slightly, searching your face.

“I’ll go.”

You blinked, still trying to clear the fog in your head. “What?”

“I’ll go see him,” Beth said simply. “See what the bastard wants. See if he’s got anything worth sayin’ before he meets whatever goddamn reckoning is waitin’ for him.”

You tensed. “Beth, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to.” Her gaze was sharp as ever. “But I want to. Because you deserve better than to carry this shit for the rest of your life.”

You stared at her, searching for any hesitation, but there was none. Just Beth, standing in front of you like a damn storm, ready to tear apart anything that tried to hurt you.

Still, something inside you resisted.

Could you really let this go? Could you let Beth take this burden from you? What if—

Your pulse pounded as old doubts tried to claw their way back in, but then—Beth was there. Her hand came up, cupping the side of your neck, her thumb brushing slow, steady circles against your skin.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” she murmured.

A long, shaky breath left you. And then, finally, you nodded. “Okay.”

Beth kissed you then, slow and deep, her fingers tangling in your hair. It wasn’t just affection. It was a promise.

“I’ll be back soon,” she murmured against your lips. “And when I am, we’re gonna keep livin’ the life he never wanted you to have. Just to spite him.”

A watery laugh escaped you, and Beth grinned, tilting your chin up so you’d look at her.

“That’s my girl.”

As she walked down the porch steps, heading toward the truck, you knew one thing for certain—

No matter what ghosts came knocking, Beth Dutton would always be the one standing between you and them.

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the gun girl - kayce dutton

summary - kayce has a thing with guns, you work at a gun store, it's the perfect love story

word count - 1.8k

tw - guns

again, short but sweet, and i'm obsessed with kayce dutton

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"i'm looking for just a basic .22 remington," kayce said, leaning against the counter with his eyes on tate as he roamed the aisles of ammo. you stood from where you were organizing a few boxes of the stuff, smiling at you stood across from the stranger.

"right handed or left?" you asked, stepping back to glance at the stock behind you. he finally looked at you, staying silent for a few moments as he tried to remember what you'd asked - his eyes wide as he stared. he didn't remember bass pro having such attractive employees.

"right," he answered shortly, watching as you approached the .22 section.

"okay, well we've got a couple brownings in stock currently. they're a bit pricey, but if i'm being honest i prefer them to the rugers or weatherbys. what are you hunting?" you asked, fingers running over the butt of the guns on the wall as you looked to him again.

"elk," kayce said. "little man's coming with this time."

your eyes were drawn to the six year old that had come to his side, a small smile pulling at your lips as he grinned up at you. you leaned over the counter a bit to see him better.

"you excited, bud?" you asked. he nodded, leaning into his father's side more as he smiled at you.

"he said i should get a new gun to commemorate it," kayce said, earning a small laugh from you. you looked back up at him, raising your brows as a teasing smile settled on your lips.

"oh i'm sure he did," you said. "i'm sure he thinks the browning is the best pick for you too."

"well, i've got the weatherby and the ruger, so it's the last real option," he laughed. he ran a hand through the little boy's hair. "he doesn't like them either."

"i'll get it rang up for you two then," you told him, smiling still as you pulled the proper box from the wall. you moved to the till, scanning it in. "do you have a rewards number?"

"oh, uh, yeah," kayce said, giving it to you then.

"kayce dutton?" you asked, looking up with raised brows. he nodded and you returned to your typing. "i think we've met before. or at least, i've met your father. he was here when we opened the store."

"your family owns the store?" he asked.

"mhm," you hummed. "when i was fourteen. i've helped run it since."

"i haven't seen you here before," he said. you shrugged.

"how often are you buying new guns?" you asked, laughing lightly as you clicked the computer. "need any ammo or are you set?"

"i should be fine," he said with a nod.

"alright, just go ahead and swipe your card then," you told him, nodding at the pinpad. he did just that. "i'm y/n by the way. it's nice to meet you."

"kayce," he said, before realizing you already knew that with a furrow of his brow. he laughed awkwardly before gesturing down at his son. "this is tate."

"hi!" tate chirped with a wave. you laughed lightly, waving back at him.

"it's nice to meet you, tate," you told him. you passed kayce the box and ripped his receipt, handing that to tate. you smiled at the boy. "hide this from your mommy. i'm sure your daddy doesn't want her to know he bought another gun."

your tone was teasing and a flush rose to kayce's cheeks, but not because of it. he was quick to jut in. "oh, i'm not married or with anyone, so no worries there."

"oh," you said, sounding awfully surprised. somehow, this endeared you more to him - even though you already found him incredibly endearing. he was single - win! - but he was also a single dad who actually cared about his kid. your heart warmed as you smiled up at him. "well then, no one to worry about how much money you're spending on guns. sounds great."

"it has it's benefits," he agreed with a smile.

"well, i will see you two around the store, likely," you said, glancing between tate and his father as kayce stepped away. "good luck on your hunt."

"thanks, i'll let you know if we get anything," kayce said.

"looking forward to it," you replied with an easy smile. you waved at tate, your smile widening slightly. "bye tate."

"bye!"

kayce didn't look away from you until he had to turn around to head down the stairs to the main level of the store, and even then he glanced back as you returned your attention to the inventory behind you.

seriously, when did bass pro employees become so attractive?

it was only a week later that you ran into tate again, the little boy running up to you as you reorganized the men's huntingwear section.

"i know you!" he cheered as he approached, an older man following behind him as he eyed you curiously.

"oh, hi tate!" you laughed, bumping his knuckles with yours once he held his out. "how are you buddy? you guys get any elk last weekend?"

tate nodded eagerly. "a big one! dad got it from so far away!"

"600 yards," the older gentleman added, smiling down at his grandson. he looked back up at you. "you're y/n y/l/n, right? their oldest daughter?"

"yeah," you nodded, matching his smile. "it's nice to see you again, mr. dutton."

"last time i saw you, you were just a little girl," he hummed, a warm smile on his lips. "you're all grown now. you helping your dad?"

"every day," you affirmed. "he's getting older, so i've been helping him and my brothers get this place to a good state to pass along. devin's gonna take over here in the next few years."

"oh, is that right?" john asked gruffly, nodding slowly as he tried to recall your oldest brother.

"mhm," you nodded. you glanced down at tate again as he began messing with the beanies on the rack across from you. "i met your son last week, kayce."

"yeah, i heard," john nodded, his voice gruff as he looked to tate. "seemed to have caught the attention of both of those boys."

tate smiled up at you as he pulled a carharrt beanie over his head. you laughed, rubbing his head with a soft hand.

"may i ask what you mean by that, sir?" you wondered. he shrugged, looking around the store with an ill-disguised smile.

"nothing really," he said. he pulled the beanie off of tate's head as tate reached for it again, shaking his head. "you've already got three of these, buddy. let's put it back." he looked back up at you with a polite smile. "see you around, y/n."

you waved to tate as they walked off, returning to your work folding clothes with a small smile on your lips. you thought of kayce and wondered briefly what exactly his father had meant by what he said.

it was your final shift before the weekend and you were extremely bored. you were back at the gun desk, sitting on your little wooden stool as you scrolled your phone.

"you guys stock smith & wessons here?"

you looked up with wide eyes, standing quickly as you looked to whichever customer was asking about handguns on a random friday afternoon.

you let out a short laugh as your eyes landed on none other than kayce dutton, his hands on the glass case in front of you as a small smile pulled at his lips. you eyed his pretty cowboy outfit, his carharrt vest and wrangler jeans causing you to realize just how much your type he really was.

"i guess you do buy guns a lot," you hummed, leaning back against the counter behind you. "heard you got a nice buck last weekend."

"oh, you did now? from who?" he asked.

"your father," you answered. "he was here a few days ago with tate. said you caught it at 600 yards. that's pretty impressive."

he shifted his weight on his feet as he leaned against the gun case again, smiling. "yeah, i felt pretty good about it. you get anything yet this season?"

"i haven't gone out yet. got drawn for one over in section seven though," you said.

"that's over by my family's ranch," he told you. "i could show you a few good spots. i've gotten a fair few buck over there."

"i'd appreciate that. i ain't ever shot over there," you said, smiling softly at the man in front of you. a few moments of silence passed over the two of you before you glanced to the side at the racks of guns propped up. "so, you looking for a smith & wesson?"

"well," he said simply, shrugging as his smile grew a bit. "i actually came here for something else."

you raised a brow. "and what's that?"

"i was hoping a date," he said, an awkward yet hopeful smile on his smile as one corner of his lips raised. you eyed him, matching his smile slowly as you pushed off the counter, folding your arms over your chest.

"i think i can do that," you answered. he let out a breath of relief as his smile grew more full. "when are you thinking, cowboy?"

"tonight, at seven? the outlaw saloon? they've got some good food and 've got some music playing tonight," he answered.

"that sounds like fun," you said, stepping towards him as you stood across from the case. "i think i'm free tonight."

he grinned, leaning further towards you. "perfect. i'll pick you up."

"wouldn't expect anything different," you said with a soft smile. you pulled your phone from your pocket, holding it out to him. he took it, your fingers brushing as he did. "put your number in, text yourself, and i expect to see you at my door tonight."

he glanced up at you as he created a contact for himself and sent a text, his own phone buzzing in his pocket as he did so.

"i'll see you tonight," he said, tipping his hat as he stepped away after handing your phone back.

"see you tonight," you said, matching his smile before he finally turned and walked down the stairs, sparing a few glances your way as he walked through the doors and out to his truck.

you watched him all the way down, letting out a happy laugh before finally turning away, running a hand through your hair. you turned on your phone - three hours until you got off, five until kayce picked you up. you looked at the boxes of ammo and guns, deciding in that moment you needed to reorganize them.

"back to work," you hummed to yourself.

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Smoke & Leather & Sulfur

Relationship: Rip Wheeler x Beth Dutton x GN! Reader)

Fandom: Yellowstone

Summary: Y/N 'Cricket'L/N is no stranger to travelling, between the foster system and their stints in the Military, Firehouses, and odd jobs, they love the freedom that the open road can give them. But when their roads are cut short, they aren't given much choice but to pick up an incredibly odd job; go undercover as a farmhand for the largest ranch in the United States.

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We won't run forever

Beth Dutton x Male Reader

Request - Could you do beth Dutton x male reader

You are sleeping in your bed but your cell phone started to ring. You don't wake up and it stops ringing for now but a minute later, it rings again. This time you picked it up

“Hello?” You yawned.

“Y/n, it's me, Beth. I’m in jail and I need you to bail me out” Beth said.

“What? What time is it?” You yawned again.

“Y/n! Listen carefully. I need you to bail me out now!” Beth yelled.

“Don’t yell or I'm not going” You said.

“Fucker” Beth said.

She hung up and you sighed heavily. You get out of bed and you look at the time and it's almost five in the morning. You start to get dressed then you drive to the police station.

After a while, of waiting for them to release her and you paying a fine. She finally walks out of the police station and then gets in your car.

“Why they did arrest you?” You asked.

“I’m sure they told you before you paid,” Beth said.

“Come on, Beth,” You said.

“I don't want to go home,” Beth said.

“So you are not going to tell me?” You asked.

“We should get coffee,” Beth said.

“Fine,” You said.

You are Beth’s boyfriend and sometimes it can be complicated. But you and Beth don't live together but she has some of her clothes at your place. You used to live in the city then moved near the ranch then you met Beth at a bar.

You drove to a small restaurant and you ordered coffee and food. You keep staring at Beth and for a few seconds, you two don't say anything. She drinks her coffee and then takes a piece of your sausage.

“I got into a fight,” Beth said.

“I know, I can see the cut on your bottom lip. But why?” You said.

“She should have known not to mess with me,” Beth said.

“She had it coming then,” You said.

“Yes, she did” Beth smiled and then drank her coffee.

Later, you take her to your place. You lie down on the bed then she lies next to you, then she puts her head on your chest. You put your arm around her and she sighed.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You and Beth went to a bar to have a good time. She ordered the drinks and you have your arm around her waist. You and Beth are smiling at each other and she kissed you on the lips.

“I told you this would be a good idea,” Beth said.

“Good thing I listened to you” You smiled.

You kissed her on the lips. She grabbed your hand and headed to the dance floor. She placed your hands on her waist and she put her arms around your shoulder.

“You know that I don't dance,” You said.

“You do now,” Beth said.

She kissed you on the lips and you started to kiss her back. Later, Beth went to get another beer and she started to drink it then she turned around and noticed someone flirting with you. She had her hand on your arm and you moved her arm away, but she did it again. And Beth felt jealous and she hates when someone flirts with you.

Beth rushed over towards her and then punched her in the face. Now, everyone in the bar started to fight and Beth punched the woman again. A guy was going to hit your girlfriend, but you punched him in the face then grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on his face. The bar owner called the cops, but everyone continued to fight. Beth kicked a guy in the nuts then he fell and you grabbed a guy by his shirt and threw him toward the tables. Beth starts to fight another woman and Beth grabs the woman’s hair and throws her on the floor. A guy punched you in the mouth but you grabbed his shirt and headbutted him in the face. He fell and you spit blood on him and the cops arrived.

“Arrest everyone!” The cop yelled.

The cops started to grab everyone, and you and Beth got arrested. The cops made everyone stand in front of the bar. They handcuffed you before they got Beth, she punched the woman again who flirting with you.

————

You are riding your horse alone. You have a black eye from the fight at the bar and Beth has a cut on her cheek. You head back to the ranch and before you head to the horse stable. You people yelling and you rushed towards the barn. Roarke Morris is on top of Beth and he is yelling at her. Then she scratched his face and he started to scream, you jumped off the horse then attacked him.

“Y/n!” Beth yelled.

You start to punch Roarke the face. Then he hit you on the side of your face and you fell. But you and Roarke stand up fast then you attack him. You grabbed his gun and he didn't notice you took it, you fell to the ground then he grabbed the pitchfork.

“They deserve to lose everything!” Roarke screamed.

Roarke always hated Beth and her family. His main was mission to make Beth and her family lose the ranch.

Before he stabbed you with the pitchfork, you pulled the trigger. You shoot him three times in the chest and Beth runs towards you.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Beth asked.

She touches your face and you are breathing hard.

“Are you okay? Why did he attack you?” You asked.

She kissed you on the lips, then she helped you stand up.

“He thought I stole his horses. Fucking, idiot. He came over to make me confess then I smacked him and we started to fight until you came” Beth said

“I believe you, Beth. What about his body?” You asked.

She takes the gun away from you.

“He was never here,” Beth said.

You nod then she kisses you again on the lips.

You helped Beth take Roarke’s body to the middle woods. You started to dig a deep grave then Beth pushed his body into the grave. Now, you start to fill up the grave and she started to help.

“He never came to the ranch,” Beth said.

“He didn't,” You said.

You and Beth continued to fill the grave. Then she hid the gun far from Roarke’s body. She dug a deep grave and put the gun inside, she started to fill it up with dirt. You and Beth walked away and she lit a cigarette. You helped her get on the horse then you got on the horse. She wraps her left arm around your waist and you head back to the ranch.

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55 - All We Have is Desire

Part 56

Raised Fair Share of Hell

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Faith’s pov

“Faith! Faith, please just wait a second.” Cooper’s voice could be heard behind me as I took out my keys unlocking the truck door about to get inside until he pushed his hand against it, shutting it in my face. “Just give me a chance to explain.”

“Explain what exactly.” I snapped up at him, clutching the truck keys in my other hand. “You dropped out of college and you quit your job all the while I’m still in school not making all the wrong choices in this relationship.”

He dropped his other hand to his side. “I have a dream, Faith, it’s not a plan.”

“And what's the dream huh?”

“My plan was to learn all the positions on that work over crew. I didn’t plan on the whole crew dying on day two. Or meeting my crew member's widow and getting the shit beat out of me for becoming her friend. Or quitting my job after a lawyer insulted the girl that I love.”

Feeling tears welling in my eyes I wasn’t expecting him to say anything like this. “Cooper, you don’t have to-“

“Let me get this out, Faith. Please.” He begged me taking my hands in his own, deep gaze on me. “My dream is to run an oil company like a landman. Monty, my former boss runs everything and doesn’t quit until he gets what he wants.”

Blinking my eyes I asked him simply. “What about us - about our future then?”

“I love you. I love you. I took one look at you the day we met and I fell - hell I’m still falling. But I have no plan.” He declares stepping closer to me, cupping my face in his hands. “All I have is desire for you and you alone.”

I crashed my lips onto his closing the small distance that was between us. Leaning up on my toes I deepened the kiss gripping the fabric of his black tea shirt that he was wearing. “We should do this at the house, not here in the truck.” I spoke in a raspy voice pushing my hands against his chest, focusing my gaze up onto his.

“Okay, let's go.” He instantly agreed climbing into the vehicle and we raced back to the house. Cooper led me through the house living room and into thw bedroom that I had claimed as my own. Removing my boots at the same time my boyfriend did before I grabbed him by his shirt capturing my lips with his own. Cooper wrapped one arm around my waist bringing me closer, breaking the kiss for us to catch our breaths. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you really wanting to do this? I - I don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't want to.”

“Cooper, I love you. I want it to be you.” Tugging on the fabric of his shirt I began raising it up and he helped me get it over his head dropping it onto the floor.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss.

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast. He stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down to his legs before stepping out of them wearing nothing but his boxers.

Cooper focused his gaze onto me leaning down, capturing my lips back onto his. “Tell me if you want me to stop this.”

“I don’t ever wanna stop, Norris.” Running my fingers through his knotted hair, sending him a cheerful smile. He nodded before we reconnected our lips and let ourselves get lost in the moment unaware of the horrible thing that had happened to my parents in the same timeframe.

Peaking one eye open I heard my phone vibrating on the bedside table in my bedroom. Reaching up I picked it up while Cooper had his arm draped over my body when I swiped the accept call button on my phone. “Aunt Beth, what - what’s wrong?”

“Have you heard from your parents recently?”

Shifting my body upright against the pillows on the bed I began to feel very nervous. “No. Why? Is something wrong?”

“According to your mother’s phone she hasn’t moved from one spot on the road for over a few hours. I think they might have gotten into an accident.”

Covering my mouth with my freehand I gasped in horror of the thought. “Oh my god.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” My boyfriend woke up sitting upright touching my shoulder seeing that I was upset over something.

“It’s something about my parents.” Focusing back on my aunt I sucked in a breath needing them to be okay rather than injured or worse. “Aunt Beth, are you telling me you haven’t gotten a hold of them?”

She began explaining on the other side of the phone. “I have attempted to call them but neither of them have been answering me back. I’m going to follow their phone locations and you should too. I just thought you should know it might be something really bad. I have also called 911 and sent them your parents phone pin.”

“We'll meet you out there.” I hung up the call with her with me and Cooper to get dressed and scrambled to get outside to his truck and meet up with my aunt to figure out what happened.

[pileofboneswrites]

IN THE WIND.

SUMMARY — loosely inspired by the song cheyenne by ian munsick. every year he never asks anything from you, resigned to the routine you've created; you pull into the yellowstone, park your trailer, and spend all your time with him, and then when august rolls around you pack it all in, and leave. this year, instead of dancing around the heartache, he [and a few others] ask you to stay.

PAIRING — fem!reader x lee dutton

WORD COUNT — 4.1k

WARNINGS — established friends with benefits type relationship, lee has been in love with reader since they met, pinning, allusions to smut, lee watches reader get dressed – reader puts on a show, no use of y/n — everyone calls her honey as a nickname, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of murder (not overly graphic), mentions of past abuse, angst

MASTERLIST | YELLOWSTONE

you put your truck in park, tucked along the side of the house like you always do. you open the trailer up, lead you horse peaches out into the fenced off area out front, and then wander up the front steps and into the house. you kick off your boots, and pad through the hallway, taking in the view from the living room windows. you enter the open concept kitchen, grabbing a beer and setting to work on tidying up. you start with the dishes, there aren't as many as there were last time.

next, you sweep, the build up of dirt he's tracked into the house has you frowning. after, you throw laundry in — your own clothes first of course. next is vacuuming, followed by grabbing the load of groceries from your cold box in your truck. lastly, you step into the shower, watching the setting sun as you deep condition your hair and shave your legs. when you wrap yourself in your towel you hear the front door open, a pair of boots falling heavily on the hardwood floor.

"honey," lee breathes out, a wide smile on his face as he steps into the warm room, and enveloping you in his arms, his lips latching onto your own.

"hi," you giggle, through pecks to your lips, followed by him slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you allow it for a few moments, relishing in his closeness. you untangle yourself from him, making him frown cutely at you. you give him a teasing smile, and peck him on the lips once more.

"i just swept, and washed those floors of yours, lee dutton. i'm not impressed," you slip past him in your bath towel, tsking at him as you go.

"i'm sorry honey, allow me to make it up to you," he says, a devious smile on his lips, as he follows you into his bedroom.

he catches you by the end of the bed, arms circling your waist as he pulls you flush with his chest. you look up at him throughout your eye lashes, and he bites his lip looking down into your eyes. he dips his head, resting his forehead on your shoulders, his lips ghosting over your collarbone. you want so badly to give in, but you have plans tonight.

"sorry cowboy," you murmur, pushing him away, turning towards his closet—where you keep a sizable amount of your clothes. "you need to shower, and get dressed."

"dressed? for what?" he groans dropping onto the end of the bed, slipping off his boots.

"the carnival? you promised tate last summer we'd be there to ride on the rollercoaster with him?" you say, glancing at him over your shoulder.

"you remember that?" he asks, rasing an eyebrow at you.

you giggle, dropping your towel to put on your underwear. lee moans quietly at the view of your naked body. you slowly pull them up, bending over to give him a full view of your bum. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes never leaving your skin as you tease him.

you nod, "i do, and he's only text me about it everyday since – so y'know, it'd be hard to forget."

"yeah..." he agrees with you absentmindedly, eyes clinging to your chest as you twist your bra around your chest pulling it up. "hard to– hard to forget."

you make a show of putting your arms through the straps, and pulling the cups up. lee hangs off your every move, his fascination with your body not ending even with your boobs covered. his eyes rake up and down your figure, his eyes dark, and his bottom lip betweeen his teeth as he works through something silently. you feel smug with satisfaction as you step closer, slinging one leg over either side of his hips. you sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, bringing his attention back up to your face.

"baby," you whisper, lips ghosting over his.

"mhmm," he hums, hands landing on your hips.

"you promised,"

he nods, "i did,"

"but?"

his grip on your hips tightens, briefly, then retract.

"nothing, honey, i can wait." he leans in closer to your ear, "but tonight, i'm not going to be able to stop myself."

a shiver goes up your spine, goosebumps exploding over your arms. you missed that. he easily lifts you off his lap, setting you beside him. he stands, heading into the bathroom to shower, the door clicking closed calmly behind him. you sit there, surprised by his show of restraint. he doesn't normally do that, normally he would have had your face pressed into the mattress in a seconds notice. after taking a second to collect yourself, you stand up, and walk back over to the closet.

you pick out a dark green summer dress, a pair of brown cowboy boots in better shape than the ones you'd worn here. you grab a cardigan, and a cowboy hat that matches your boots. you then go back into the kitchen, and grab your cellphone from where you'd left it charging. two missed messages from monica dutton long.

hi aunt honey it's tate! excited to see you and uncle lee tonight rollercoster here we come!

hey, it's monica, just wanted to let you and lee know we'll be by the ticket booth. tate's very excited, see you at 9.

ten minutes pass, and lee is walking down the hallway. he's wearing a button that coincidentally matches your dress, his good hat and his best boots. he looks refreshed, the stress of the day washed away, and a easy smile on his face.

"well don't you look handsome," you smile, stepping into his embrace.

he kisses you deeply, your knees go weak, his arm sliding around your back steadying you. he smirks into your lips, and you pull back rolling your eyes playfully at him. you forgot how much you enjoyed being here, being with him.

"honey, you are the most beautiful woman i have ever met; dressed up like this, or covered in sweat and dirt from a long day."

your heartaches at his confession; it's temporary, you'll be gone again come the end of august. then the cycle continues. you smile, enjoy it now. lee's always been your favourite, it's why you keep coming back. he always knows what to say to make your knees weak, and how to break your heart.

"we'd better go," you say, ignoring the disappointment in his eyes as you walk away.

you're always walking away.

"i had so much fun!" tate yells, hoisting the matching bear to yours over his head.

"and now he's going to take forever to get to sleep tonight," monica laughs, "thanks for the sugar rush, aunt honey."

"pshhh, he'll crash the minute you get him in the truck." you reply, "and no problem, i live for these moments,"

"it was good seeing you, honey." monica says, pulling you into a hug.

"you too mon, we need to get coffee before i leave." you tell her, giving her a light squeeze.

"why don't you stay?" she asks, watching as tate makes a beeline for the truck, climbing into the backseat as kayce follows behind him, chatting with lee.

"i can't," you can't tear your eyes away from lee's back as he talks with his youngest sibling, which doesn't go unnoticed by his sister-in-law.

"why not? you and lee act like a married couple and besides; you're perfect for each other." her tone is gentle, like she's talking to an easily spooked animal.

"because..." you debate telling her the truth, the real reason you run every year, and your heart wins out over your rational thinking. "i know that he'll always be there this way, i don't think he'd want me if he had me fulltime."

"how could you possibly think that? lee looks at you like you personally hung the moon, sun and stars. he's so in love with you," she says, smiling softly at you. "you have to know that by now. he turns into a completely different person when you're gone."

"i know he is, i see it in the way he looks at me. i just– i'm terrified of ruining what we have. i'm not an easy person to love, i've been told that my whole life; i'm impulsive, stubborn, bossy, rude, selfish.... he doesn't deserve someone like that. he deserves someone who's sweet, and kind, and... good." you say, "someone like him."

"i don't know... the way you describe yourself; that's not the person i see. i see someone so full of love, and life, someone that helps others no matter what, honey, i've literally seen you give someone the shirt off your back. whoever's pumped your head full of that hate, was trying to convince you you're evil, when you're not. you're none of those things."

"i appreciate that, i'm not sure you're entirely right, but thank you." you shoot her a half smile, and squeeze her shoulder before you break away, walking towards lee's truck.

he meets you halfway, entwining your fingers, and pulling you closer.

he smiles at you, "that was fun,"

"i knew you'd have a good time,"

"thank you for making me come tonight,"

"thank you for winning me a big ass teddy bear," you reply, holding the giant black bear. "i love him, and i'm going to call him dusty,"

"dusty, eh?" he qestions, pulling your door open for you.

"do you have any better ideas?" you quiry, sliding into your seat.

he leans against the passenger door, his head tilted to the side as he thinks. after a few seconds he shakes his head, ducking down to kiss you once. twice. three times before closing the door and walking around to the drivers side.

"wanna grab a pizza on the way?" he asks, and you nod excitedly. "barneys?"

"barneys!" you say it at the same time, and he laughs, patting your left thigh.

three weeks later, you're sitting in one of the muskoka chairs up by the main house, a blanket over your legs as you and tate roast marshmallows.

"yours is burning!" tate says, pointing to your marshmallow.

"i love them burnt!" you reply, watching as it catches fire.

"that's weird," tate makes a face, "burnt ones are gross,"

"nuh-huh, they're the best!"

"no! golden ones are!"

"ewwww," comes lee's voice from behind the two of you, "marshmallows? gross!"

"i agree with you there," kayce says, from his chair across the fire pit.

"i second it, too sweet." john adds from beside kacey, and tate looks shocked.

"grandpa! you don't like marshmallows?"

john shakes his head, a disgusted look on his face.

"that's devastating," tate says, and monica lets out a snort of laughter.

"who taught you that word?" she asks, trying to keep a straight face as he stares her down.

"aunt honey, she says it a lot." tate shrugs, turning back to the fire.

monica gives you a quizzical look, as lee sits down beside you, between your chair and hers on your right side. so i don't say fuck in front of your kid, you mouth at her, and she nods in understanding.

"cause i'm trying not to corrupt you," you add, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to give him a quick hug.

"yeah, besides, his dad does a good enough job on his own." lee chuckles making kayce roll his eyes, and flip his brother off while tate's looking away.

"how long are you down for now?" john asks, when the conversation dies down.

your eyes snap to lee, who's looking staight ahead into the darkness. monica and kayce exchange a look before they both take turns glancing at you, and lee.

"uh, 'm not sure just yet," you say awkwardly, your shoulders tensing automatically.

you feel like a dear caught in the headlights. john nods, his attention being stolen by rip who materializes next to him. feeling like john just smacked you, you excuse yourself, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders, and making your way to lee's house. you sit out on the steps, thinking about what you were doing. i'm not good for lee. staying would be a mistake, it would ruin what we have. then i'd be all alone again. you're not sure how long you'd been sat alone, staring off into the dark when you hear lee's boots crunching gravel.

"you okay?" you ask him, and his eyebrows pull together in confusion.

"i'm fine, are you, okay?"

you force yourself to nod, "of course,"

he reaches out for your hand, and you immediately give it to him, allowing him to guide you up into the house. you shed your uggs, blanket, jacket, sweatpants and sweater, when you enter his bedroom. you crawl into bed, pulling the blankets up and waiting for him to crawl in next to you. he does, turning the lights off, and shimmying close to you. you rest your head on his chest, and even after you hear his soft snoring, you can't fall alseep. you lay there, eyes closed trying to sleep, but then the first ray of light speaks into the room.

before you know it, it's six am, and lee's softly shifting you over so he can go shower. you stare up at the ceiling, unmoving. the room is still dark, and when he steps out of the bathroom, towel around his hips, and his hair dripping wet. you pretend to be sleeping when he leans over the bed to give your temple a quick kiss, before he heads down to the bunkhouse. you lie there, staring up at the ceiling, your mind racing. you met lee at a bar in town when you were eighteen, you'd been passing through, on your way to your next race, when he'd caught your eye.

you ended up spending the month curled up in his sheets, praying that it would never end. but like all good things in your life, it did. you'd had a blow out fight about something ridiculous, and after he fell asleep that night you left. you found yourself passing through the following summer, part of you praying you'd see him again. and you did. he sat perched on a bar stool, chatting with rip and two other hands from the ranch. rip saw you first, a knowing smile on his lips, then the other two—who you later came to know as colby and ryan—their conversation fizzled out quickly.

lee had stood, ready to leave for the night, but when he twisted around on that bar stool, he saw you standing there. a smile broke out on his face, and the next thing you knew, you were face down on his mattress, and all was forgotten. it was a cycle that repeated itself for years, this being your tenth summer returning to yellowstone. you couldn't help yourself, there was just something so magnetic about him. you couldn't stay away even if you tried. you show up, play house, counting down the days until a fight breaks out and then you disappear like leaves in the wind.

this time something was different though. everyone around you seemed to be trying to get you to stay. you'd had conversations with kayce, beth, tate, monica and even rip. that was the one you kept rolling over the most. you'd had a similar childhood as he did, but instead of you ending things, your father took your mother and two younger sister's lives then his own. you were seventeen. the only things you had left after that, was your horse, peaches, your truck and trailer. other than some clothes, that was all. you were a traveller, rarely staying in one spot long enough to form any meaningful connections.

lee and the dutton's were an anomaly to that. maybe that was why you always came back, but you couldn't be sure. rip had intercepted you just before supper one night, and despite never having had a much of a real conversation (besides small talk) in your ten years as acquaintances, you sat and listened to what he had to say. rip being a man of few words, had talked to–well more like at you–for twenty minutes. in that time, he'd managed to make you really wonder if running was the best option. you can only run for so long, eventually you'll be too old too, and then what? what would you have to show for it?

you phone goes off on the nightstand, and you sigh, forcing yourself to sit up. monica dutton long. you hit answer, and greet her.

"sorry, were you sleeping?"

"no, no, you're fine. what can i do for you?"

"tate was hoping you'd be up for a ride, i've packed a picnic, and kayce and lee said they'd meet us for lunch."

"sure, that sounds fun," you smile softly, your head screaming, see? you'd miss this if you left. you always do. "i'll get peaches ready, and meet you down at the barn,"

"awesome, tate's already excited. see you down there,"

you hang up, and slide out of bed. your feet hit the hard wood floor, and you go through your routine. you brush your teeth, put on a ballcap, and then throw on a t-shirt, jeans and your boots. you grab a bag of the cookies you bakes yesterday, and jump onto the four wheeler lee leaves for you so you can get around the far without using your truck. over the years, you've noticed that lee gets weird about your truck. it's probably because anytime you go near it, you're usually hauling ass out of yellowstone. you blink away the thought, and head down towards the barn.

lloyd is standing in the bunkhouse doorway when you park the four wheeler, "coffee?"

"oh, yes please." you nod, and he disappears inside returning moments later with a mug for you. "thanks, lloyd."

"you're welcome sweetheart," he smiles at you, and the pair of you stand in a comfortable silence, enjoying your coffee. "y'know, it's nice seeing you around here again,"

the guilt you've felt since you stepped into lee's house flairs back to life, and you nod, forcing a small smile. you go to walk towards the stall's, and he catches your elbow pulling you back.

"i know you've heard it a lot since you got back," he says, staring you down, "but everytime you leave; it's like lee loses part of him... you know that saying, "behind every good man, there's a great woman"? lee needs his great woman around. he needs you around,"

your eyes fill with tears, and you're sobbing before you have much of a chance to try and keep yourself together. lloyd's eyes go wide, and if you weren't losing your mind, you'd have laughed. he guides you into the bunkhouse, closing the door behind him. you plop down at the table, and try to calm yourself. lloyd stares at you, waiting patiently.

"i'm sorry," you mumble, using the shoulder of your shirt to wipe your eyes. "i don't know why that happened,"

"i didn't mean to push you," lloyd tells you, a look of guilt in his eyes.

"no, oh god no, please don't. this isn't your fault. i just..." you trail off looking at your feet. "can i vent for a minute?"

he nods, pulling out a chair and sitting beside you, "please,"

"i come from a pretty fucked up family," you start, lee doesn't even know about what happened to your family. you liked it that way, because every time you give someone an insight into your background, their perspective changed and they started treating you like glass. "i mean, who's isn't? mine... well, mine is a different kind of fucked up. my dad snapped one night, murdered my mom, two baby sisters, and then killed himself. no one's really sure why he did it; he was abusive as shit, sure, but that– that was a kind of rage he never displayed before. he didn't leave a note, he just did it, and then shot himself in the head. go figure the old bastard went the easy way,"

you sigh leaning forward resting your head in your hands, "i started running that night. i'd snuck out to see a boy, and came home to find them all dead. i just took off. had i not snuck out, i would be just like them. i don't have friends, i don't have any family, i've tried to keep to myself but when i met lee... my desire to be isolated changed. i just wanted to be with him. when i'm not here, all i can think about is whether he's safe or not. he's all i think about, but... my dad made it incredibly clear to me growing up that i was a burdern, unlovable, worthless, a waste of space... that kind of thing is difficult to just forget. he told me that everyday, for seventeen years. the scariest part of it all, is that i have my father's rage. i don't want to be like him, but i'm terrified that if i'm too close, i won't see it and it'll be too late."

you look up at lloyd, tears in your eyes, "he told me i wasn't worth loving, and i believe him. i hate leaving, i'm tired of it, but i'm terrified."

someone clears their throat from the doorway, the pair of you jumping at the noise. you turn your head, and see lee standing there, clutching the doorknob so tightly his fingers turn white. lloyd clears his throat, and stands, leaning down only to give your hand a light squeeze. lloyd leaves, and lee closes the door. it takes four long strides before lee is pulling you to your feet by your elbow, and crashing his lips to yours. you're surprised by the action, but melt into his touch. when the pair of you pull apart, breathing heavily, he rests his forehead against yours.

"i love you," he breaths, "you are worthy of love, you deserve happiness, and you are good."

your eyes water, again.

"how do you know i'm not a monster?" you whisper.

"because i know you. you bake cookies when you can't sleep, you pick up spiders and take them outside instead of killing them despite the fact that you're terrified of them, you close your eyes every time you see roadkill because it makes you sad that an animal died, you'd sooner adopt every animal than see them suffer, cute animals excite you, you're scared of thunder but always put on a brave face for tate because you don't want him to freak out, you hold doors open for everyone, and pay for peoples groceries or meal if they can't afford it. you are light, you are warmth, you are so damn good."

you bury your face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he holds you tightly. never in the ten years that lee has known you, has he ever seen your eyes water, let alone see you cry. someone knocks softly on the door, and then monica pokes her head in.

"oh, sorry– i was just going to ask if you guys were ready, but if now doesn't work–"

"no, now's good," you say, pulling your face away from his chest. "we were just–"

"she's staying," lee cuts you off, and she lets out an excited squeal.

"i have to tell kayce and tate!" she says, quickly disappearing.

you look up at him through red, swollen eyes, a teasing smile on your lips.

"i'm staying am i?" you ask wrapping your arms around his back. "'cause last i checked, you're the only one who hasn't asked me to stay."

"hasn't?" he echoes, an embarrassed look on his face as he looks down at you.

"oh yeah, your family was on me the minute i pulled in. you just happened to catch me in the aftermath of lloyd asking me."

"even rip?"

you nod, "especially rip. i think he had me convinced, but i wanted to hear it from you before i made my final decision."

he looks into your eyes, a serious look you've never seen before sliding over his features, "stay, please."

"okay," you whisper, not breaking eye contact, as his lips twitch up.

"marry me?" he says next, "please."

despite how badly he's caught you off guard, you find yourself immediately nodding, a wide smile crossing your face as he grabs you and spins you. you giggle, and he laughs, the pair of you hugging each other tightly.

"i love you," you tell him, "i love you so damn much, and i'm sorry for not you telling you sooner."

"it's ok, because we know now. that's good enough for me."

you nod, "me too."

[youronebraincell]

Casual pt 1

Beth Dutton x Fem College!Reader

Warning: age gap, undefined relationship, d-word, smut, strap-on (r receiving), face-sitting, mild alcohol abuse, light angst

Word count: 3880

One night, you take Beth home.

Things escalate from there.

“I’m not a dyke”

You barely register the words that come out of Beth Dutton’s mouth as you come down from a mind-bending orgasm. Your arm is over your eyes, blocking your vision. Your bare chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath. You’ve melted into the mattress and become one with your bed.

When you think you’re at the point where you can form words and maybe even a sentence, you sit up and turn to look at the older woman sitting on the edge of the bed by the footboard. “I don’t know what you are, but no straight woman eats pussy like that. Fuck, it was like you were starving”

You’re not sure if Beth is even listening to you.

She takes a pack of cigarettes out of her bag and pulls one out before placing it between her lips. She rummages through her bag before tossing it back onto the floor. She turns to look at you.

“Got a lighter?”

“I don’t smoke”

Beth gets up and leaves the room.

You put on a shirt and your discarded underwear from earlier before following her. Your tiny studio apartment doesn’t give her much room to go far.

She turns on the front burner of your gas stove then bends down and turns her head to the side to light her cigarette. She brushes her hair behind her head to avoid it catching flame. When her cigarette is lit, she stands straight and turns off the burner.

Her eyes avert to the books scattered across your coffee table. “You’re studying law”

You descend the short ten step staircase, your hand sliding down the railing. “Yeah”

Beth hums before blowing smoke through her mouth, the cigarette resting idly between her index and middle finger. “Why? And don’t give me some bullshit about ‘wanting to fight for what’s right’”

“Money” You say honestly, crossing your arms over your chest. “Plus I’m argumentative”

A wry smile pulls at the corner of the older woman’s mouth. “That so?”

“That’s what my mom keeps saying” You shrug like your words don’t matter, but Beth can sense the repressed frustration laced in your voice.

“Mothers” Beth huffs, smiling ruefully. “They really have a way of getting to you, don’t they?”

She saunters over to you until you’re barely a foot apart. The heels of her cowboy boots give her the slight advantage of looming over you.

Her eyes study your face for a moment before she comes to a conclusion. “You won’t make a good lawyer” She says, taking another drag of her cigarette and letting it fill her lungs before exhaling the smoke through her mouth. “You’re too soft”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion”

“That’s fine” The older woman says as she makes her way towards the door. Her hand is resting on the doorknob while she looks at you, a sad smile pulling at her lips. “You’ll remember when it turns out I was right” And with that she leaves.

You don’t see her again for days.

You’re eating at a booth in the back of the town’s new diner when she takes a seat across from you.

“Tenders and fries? What, are you four?”

Your eyes don’t leave your laptop screen as your middle finger moves around the touchpad. You pop a fry into your mouth. “What do you want, Beth?”

“You. Now”

You look at her with an incredulous look on your face. You let out a humorless laugh. “You want me to drop what I’m doing just because you’re horny?”

“Yes”

“You’re unbelievable”

“I’ve been called worse in the last few hours” Beth reaches over to grab your half-empty glass of water before downing what’s left and slamming the cup back down on the table. She stands up, her eyes staring straight into yours. “Don’t keep me waiting”

You watch her walk away from the booth before exiting the diner all together.

Five minutes later, she has a smug expression on her face when you walk towards her car. She watches you with a smile as you get in the passenger seat without saying a word.

When she’s in the driver's seat, she rummages through her bag before throwing a pack of sweet mint gum onto your lap. “I don’t want to taste stale fries and overcooked chicken when I’m kissing you”

You roll your eyes, but take out a strip nonetheless.

The drive to wherever the hell Beth is taking you is spent in silence, safe for the hum of the afternoon radio. The basic country music that blasts through the Mercedes S-class is grating, but you hope you don’t have to endure it much longer. You turn to look at the older woman who has one hand on the wheel while the other rests on the center console.

“How did you know where I was?”

Beth doesn’t take her eyes off the road. “I didn’t”

“Then how did you find me?”

“Small town”

“Are you gonna keep giving me vague answers?”

“Maybe”

You roll your eyes again and look ahead of you. You’re still chewing the gum she gave you.

She pulls into a luxurious apartment complex that you can only dream of living in. She parks her car in the parking lot inside then opens her door, expecting you to follow. Which you do.

You head inside then step into an elevator.

Just when the doors are about to close, a wrinkled hand puts a stop to it, its presence between the doors causing them to open again. An old man steps into the elevator without looking at the two of you. You don’t see the way Beth rolls her eyes. He presses a number that’s just one more than the one Beth pressed before his appearance.

As the elevator starts to move, Beth puts a hand out in front of your mouth. You turn your head to meet her gaze. She quirks a brow as if she’s silently telling you to do something. You look at her for a bit before spitting the gum into her open palm.

Beth leans into your side. “Good girl” She whispers, sticking the gum on the back of the man’s blazer.

When you reach her floor and the doors slide open with a ding, the two of you step out of the elevator.

Beth grabs her keys as you walk up to her door.

Her apartment is.. incredible. Floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a breathtaking city view. A crystal chandelier that glimmers above a velvet sectional while a glass fireplace adds warmth to the open-concept space. The kitchen, a chef’s dream, boasts state-of-the-art appliances. In the bedroom, silk sheets and a walk-in closet filled with designer pieces complete the picture of effortless luxury.

You’re speechless.

Beth puts down her bag. “Strip”

You watch her walk into her walk-in closet where she turns on the lights. You set your own bag with your laptop and other stuff down by the vanity before taking off your clothes. You can't help but touch every beauty product she owns.

You turn your head when you hear her enter the bedroom. Your eyes rake over her nude body, from the swell of her breasts to the soft flesh of her toned stomach. What really catches your eyes is the black harness around her hips and the pale dildo that juts out between her legs.

“Oh.. wow”

“This the kind of stuff you’re into, right?” Beth asks like she already knows the answer. She walks over to the dresser where she pours herself a glass of whiskey. “Maybe not. Maybe I wasted several hours watching lesbian porn for nothing” She shoots back her drink before pouring another. “Either way” She tilts her head. “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so well with my silicone cock, you’ll be feeling me with every step you take for the next couple weeks. Is that what you want, Y/N?”

You let out a soft breath, trying and failing to ignore the throbbing between your thighs. You nod.

“I know it is, baby” Beth knocks back her second glass. “Now get on the bed”

You waste no time laying on your back. Part of you knows how pathetic you’re being, but you seem to rationalize it with the fact that Beth Dutton is even willing to touch you. That seems to be enough.

She ties her hair back.

“Should I be worried?” You ask as she gets on top of you, settling between your legs. God her eyes are really fucking green up close. “Usually when women tie their hair back, it means they’re determined to do/prove something”

Beth lets out a dismissive hum like she didn’t listen to a word you were saying. There’s no warning when she slips a single finger into your wet cunt.

You gasp softly.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Just.. caught me off guard”

She slips her finger out of you.

You feel the tip of her faux cock press against your slit. Beth looks down between your bodies as she slowly pushes her hips forward, watching every inch of ‘herself’ sink into your warm heat till she bottoms out with her hips flush against yours.

Beth looks at you now, her eyes roaming over your features. “You okay?”

You nod tightly.

“Use your words, baby”

“Yeah. I’m okay”

“Good”

Beth presses her lips against yours in a passionate kiss that escalates into one of hunger. As always, you let her take the lead. Her tongue finds its way into your mouth with ease, exploring and claiming. You can taste the strong, lingering remnants of whiskey and the faint taste of mint on her tongue. You moan softly into the kiss when she starts moving her hips. She starts off slow before setting a steady pace. You’re surprised by how well she’s thrusting into you since it’s her first time doing this.

Beth breaks the kiss to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. You close your eyes and turn your head, giving her better access to your skin. She feels the vibration of your breathy moan against her lips. You shudder when she licks a line from your collarbone to your pulse point.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the opulent bedroom. Beth’s breathing doesn’t falter. Not one bit. Your hands rest on her upper back.

You’re close. And she knows it. She can tell by the way your short nails are starting to dig into her skin.

When you cum, it feels like a dam has broken loose. Your eyes screw shut. Your back arches as your velvety walls clench around the silicone toy that continues to thrusts in and out inside you. A moan can’t help itself from escaping your lips.

Beth doesn’t hiss or complain when your nails threaten to break through her skin. Many of your past relationships/one night stands have. You can’t help it. You need something to anchor you when you reach your peak. You think Beth knows that.

Beth picks up her pace, her body moving rhythmically over yours. The mattress creaks in time with her thrusts. She's wild, unrestrained, her eyes focused on the point where her hips meet yours. You can feel her breath, hot and shockingly even, on your neck as she drives deeper into you.

You arch your back, lifting your hips to meet hers, desperate to feel her even more. Each stroke sends a shockwave of pleasure through your body that making your toes curl and your fingers dig into her back. The room is a blur of sensation, the only thing clear the feeling of her strap-on filling you up, stretching you out with its length and girth. She's not gentle, but you don't want her to be. You crave the roughness, the urgency in her movements.

Your breath catches as the orgasm builds again. Just like before, it starts as a small tremor in your core and spreads outwards like a wave. Just like before, you clench around her, trying to keep her in, to hold onto the feeling just a little longer. But just like before, she doesn't let up, her movements only becoming more erratic.

You come with a cry that's more guttural than you ever knew you could make. But she's not done. Far from it. She keeps going, pushing you into another orgasm, then another. Your vision swims with pleasure, your mind a haze of sensation. You're lost in it, drowning in the feeling of her fucking you, in the power she holds over you in this moment.

You don’t know how much time has passed when she finally slows down. Her breathing is different now. Not ragged, just a bit uneven. She’s slow to pull out of you, not missing the way you exhale.

You watch as her fingers work to undo the harness before letting the strap fall to the floor with a dull thud. Beth looms over you, her eyes warmer than you've ever had the chance to see them. Her hand comes up to brush a few rebellious strands of hair away from your sweat-coated forehead.

“Thank you”

“No problem” You say with a small smile despite having the slight feeling that you just got used. Your breathing is still somewhat pant-ish, but you swallow thickly as you gain some courage for what you’re about to say next. “I could return the favor”

Beth chuckles like it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world. “I don’t think you’re in any state to do that right now, darling, but I appreciate the offer”

“Sit on my face” You say, casually. “More than half of me needs some time to cool off before I can fully function again, but my mouth is in pristine condition. I could eat pussy in my sleep”

Beth quirks a brow, a sly/impressed smile pulling at her lips. “Alright. Suit yourself”

She positions herself over your face, her legs on either side of your head. She holds eye contact with you as she lowers her cunt onto your lips. You suppress a moan at the rich, musky smell of her. The well-groomed hairs of her mound tickle your face, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Go ahead, sweetheart” Beth encourages as she frees her hair from its confines. She shakes her head a little to untangle it. Her eyes find yours again. “Or do I have to ride you myself?”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You taste her once more, the tang of her desire coating your tongue. You hear her breath hitch, her hips rocking slightly as your tongue darts out to tease her aching clit. You feel the tremor run through her as you begin to explore, your hands gripping her taut thighs to hold her in place. You delve deeper, feeling her wetness against your nose, the softness of her flesh under your touch.

Her legs tighten around your head, suffocating you as her grip on your hair tightens also. It only spurs you on. You let your hunger for her guide your every movement of your mouth. You flick your tongue over her clit, feeling it swell beneath your ministrations, then delve into her warmth, tracing circles around her entrance before plunging inside.

Her body responds to your touch like a finely-tuned instrument, each stroke and suckle eliciting a new sound, a new spasm. You can feel the tension coiling within her. You don't ease off. If anything, you double down, eager to feel her come apart on your face. Your tongue moves faster, pressing harder, until she's grinding against you, her hips bucking in time with the rhythm you've set.

The moment she cums is like a symphony of sensation. Her thighs tighten, her back arches. She lets out a loud, breathy ‘Fuck!’ that echoes through the room. Her wetness floods your mouth and you drink it in, relishing the taste of her release. But even as her orgasm crashes over her, she doesn't stop moving. Instead, she grinds against your face even harder, silently urging you on, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Unsurprisingly, you obey, your tongue still dancing across her clit, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her.

After her third orgasm, she gets off of you and collapses beside you on her back. She puts her forearm over her eyes, blocking her vision as she tries to catch her breath. “Shit, Y/N. That was.. fucking incredible” She chuckles. “Bet you’re leaving a lot of sorority sisters very happy”

You snort a laugh.

Beth lets out a somewhat blissful sigh before sitting up. She gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. A while later, she comes out with a towel wrapped around her.

You watch her walk around the room. “Are you going somewhere?” You ask before letting out a soft yawn. You nuzzle into her pillow.

“No” The older woman says as she pulls a new pair of lacy underwear over her legs. “I have a virtual meeting with a company in Salt Lake at four”

She puts on a bra, undershirt and a black pencil skirt that fits her like a glove. You want nothing more than to caress her curves, but you restrain yourself. She holds out a light blue satin top in her left hand and a white button up in the right.

Your eyelids feel heavy as you point at the satin top. You let out another yawn and close your eyes.

Beth tosses the white button up on the bed and puts on the other option. She looks at herself in the mirror to make sure she’s presentable. Perfect as always. Then she turns around to look at you.

You’re fast asleep, your lips slightly parted.

Beth purses her own before leaving the room.

A few hours, your eyes flutter open as you begin to wake up. You close them again as you stretch lazily, your toes pointing towards the footboard. You check the time on the digital alarm clock on your right. 6:57PM. You let out a sigh before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and getting up.

You put on Beth’s white shirt after you pulled your underwear over your legs. You leave a few top ones unbuttoned before leaving the room. You always thought it was such a cliche when the woman in movies or shows wore the man’s shirt after they had sex. Yet, here you are now.

You find Beth sitting behind a desk in what you assume is her home office. She notices you when you come into view. She’s on a call, if the Bluetooth earpiece around her right ear is any indication. Her right hand types something into her laptop while she reads from a white paper that she holds in her other. You can hear her talking, but it’s all business stuff you don’t understand. Yet.

You walk over to her.

Without looking up at you or pausing her conversation, she uncrosses her legs and turns her body towards you. You take the silent invitation and sit down in her lap. Her left arm boxes you in with her right as she continues to do her work.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for her to finish up.

Beth takes the earpiece off and tosses it carelessly onto the desk along with the papers in her hand. She wraps her arms around you. “Sleep well?”

You nod enthusiastically. “I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep that fast before” You trace your pointer finger along the scar on her right cheek.

Beth smiles a little.

“..Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot”

You take a breath before continuing. “Why don’t you live with your family? At the Yellowstone?”

Beth presses her lips together, her jaw tightening for a brief second. “Too many memories there”

You don’t push further. “Does your hot brother still live there? I think he’s an attorney”

Beth scrunches her nose in pure disgust. “If you think Jamie’s hot then I must be on fucking fire”

You laugh. “I mean.. he’s not bad on the eyes. He has this look about him. He looks like he gets shit done.. but I also get the feeling that he’s a-“

“Pussy”

“Pushover”

“Two things can be true at once”

You smile. “I guess they can” You reach for the glass of water on her desk and bring the rim to your lips. You shudder after swallowing the liquid. Your throat burns. “That’s not water”

“Never said that it was” Beth takes a sip of the vodka like it’s nothing before setting it back down.

You wonder how she’s doing it. Once you’ve recovered, you wrap your hands around her neck as you look down at her. “Does that one guy still work at the ranch? He’s kinda big. Has a beard. Wears mostly all black. I think his name is Rip?”

You see a look on Beth’s face that you’ve never seen before. You can’t place it. It’s like a cocktail of sadness, anger and recognition. You don’t know what to do when her arms fall at her side.

Just as you’re about to open your mouth, a guy walks in. He’s tall-ish and has this city vibe about him. You figure this is Beth’s assistant.

“Got that info you wanted on the Irons case” Jason hands Beth a file that she gradually accepts. She shifts her weight. You get the message.

You stand up and look at her.

Beth doesn’t look at you. “Jason will take you home. I’ve already texted him your address”

Again, you open your mouth to say something, but Beth beats you to it without averting her gaze.

“Goodbye, Y/N” Beth says coldly.

You frown at her cold demeanor. You don’t say anything as you walk past Jason to leave the room.

He drives you home. He even walks you to your door. You glare at him to which he smiles as if to say ‘Yeah, this sucks, but I kinda have to.’

“Sorry. Beth’s orders”

You roll your eyes and use your key to open the door before slamming it in Jason’s face.

Once you’ve settled into bed (after taking a long-ass shower), you get a text from Beth.

Sorry for being a bitch

You turn over your phone so the screen is face down. You close your eyes and focus on falling asleep. All you can think about is Beth and how she hurt your feelings. Maybe you overstepped. But even if that was the case, she could’ve said something instead of brushing you off.

You decide to let it go for now and go to sleep.

The next day, she’s at your door before you leave for college. You cross your arms over your chest.

Beth doesn’t say anything. What she does do is reveal a bouquet of hundred dollar bills from behind her back. “Actions speak louder than words, right?”

“You think you can just buy me off?”

“Can’t I?” Beth questions with a cheeky smile.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling, but you fail miserably.

You forgive her. You always do.

[reevesdriver]

There’s a serious lack of Yellowstone fanfic so I’m thinking of writing some since I’m really in the mood. Send in some requests if you have any 😌

[moonlight-joy]

Calling All Fans!

Hey there, fellow dreamers and storytellers! 🎉 I’m a new writer diving into the fanfiction/one-shots/imagines world, and I’d love for YOU to be part of my journey. Have you ever imagined a scene in Yellowstone playing out differently? Dreamed up wild crossovers with the Dutton family? Or maybe there’s a character or storyline you feel deserves more love (or drama)?

Now’s your chance to share your ideas!

💡 Got a prompt?

🌟 A wild “what if”?

🔥 An untold backstory or AU idea?

Drop your suggestions in the comments or slide into my DMs! No idea is too big, small, or unconventional—I’m excited to bring fresh creativity to the Yellowstone fandom and beyond.

While Yellowstone is my current focus, I’m open to branching out—feel free to pitch ideas from other fandoms too!

If your idea sparks inspiration, I’ll write it—and give you a shoutout for the prompt! Let’s create stories that celebrate everything we love about these characters and their world.

I can’t wait to hear your ideas—fire away!

[romaevelizz]

Sandpaper ˖ ࣪⊹

Carter Dutton-Wheeler & oc!Crystal Maverick

1.) Miss Mav

sum: June had finally started meaning people would be coming and going from the ranch. Carter was excited to watch cowboys come and go from the ranch. Little did he know he’d be meeting a family friend that would be staying for the summer. The bunkhouse quickyly giving him shit for his little girl crush, little did he know just how close this family friend was.

warnings: cursing, Orginal characters! non-canon storyline! Not thoroughly proofread.

The sun had not yet begun to rise, casting a soft, dusky light over the rugged mountain peaks, but Carter was already awake and preparing for the day ahead. The scent of coffee mingled with the aroma of sizzling bacon wafted through the air as the bunkhouse came to life. The morning air was filled with a quiet anticipation, and conversations were just starting to bubble up among the occupants. Carter moved through the small, cluttered space, collecting his thoughts and his breakfast. He glanced at his bunkmates with a hint of amusement. Teeter was playfully flirting with Colby, herthick accent ringing out like a bright chime, while Colby, his cheeks flushed with joy, grinned from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the attention. In another corner, Lloyd and Ryan were engaged in their usual banter, teasing Jake mercilessly as they sipped their steaming cups of coffee. Carter couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics, feeling a warmth in his chest as camaraderie filled the room.

The atmosphere shifted slightly as Rip made his entrance, his presence commanding immediate attention. A hush fell over the bunkhouse as everyone turned to see what was planned for the day. He moved purposefully, and when he reached Carter, he offered a reassuring pat on the shoulder. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about their relationship. Carter met Rip’s gaze with a grateful smile, in many ways, Rip had become more of a father to Carter than his biological dad ever was. With every shared moment and every word, Rip had given Carter a sense of belonging and support that he had longed for. As the day began to unfold, Carter felt a deep sense of gratitude for this second chance ata life.

“Alright, well be having people coming in today I need bout, four stalls cleaned and set up,” he spoke up his gaze shifting to Carter as he said the last part. “We have family coming in needles to say, some of y'all know 'em and some of ya will just be meeting them. They're guest of Mr. Dutton treat them with respect.” he finished off the team nodding.

Carter cast a wary glance around, trying to gauge who was approaching. Rip had just wrapped up giving orders, and one by one, the others began to disperse, their footsteps echoing against the ground. With a sense of purpose, Carter moved to the stable, quickly getting to work on saddling the horses. As he tightened the girth and adjusted the stirrups, the distant rumble of a truck engine broke the stillness, its sound growing louder as it drew nearer. Finally seeing the truck it wasn't just one but two, two GMCs pulling horse trailers, one black, the other white. He let out a low whistle at the nice trucks. His eyes wandered curiously his gaze being shaped away hearing Rip yell at him.

“Boy! I need them stalled cleaned, get on it!” Rip hollered getting off his horse.

Without a moment's hesitation, Carter made his way directly to the stalls. The air was thick with the earthy scent of hay and the faint sound of rustling hooves. He rolled up his sleeves, he began to clear away the old bedding, gathering clumps of straw and manure into a wheelbarrow. The warmth of the sunlight filtering through the open barn door cast a golden hue on the wooden beams as he meticulously cleaned each stall, ensuring that everything was fresh and tidy for the animals that would stay in them. He heard the unfamiliar voices of people talking, the sound of hoves entering the barn getting louder before he stepped out of the stall. He Came face to face with a teenage boy his age, an older guy and Rip, bringing in three horses.

“This is Carter, he's mine,” Rip spoke half introducing him.

“Hello.” Carter smiled at the two.

“Hey! I'm Micheal, you can call me Mikey.” the younger boy introduced himself shaking Carter's hand. Mikey was pretty tall bout six feet like himself, he was black, his hair short clean fade on the sides but a hat backward on his head covering the small pit of hair he had on top. He seemed to be pretty strong a tone build not too skinny but a bit smaller than Carter. He wore a black tee shirt with a logo that Said ‘Maverick ranches’ inside a star, and some washed-out wranglers and boots.

“I am Elijah Maverick, his father. Thank you for cleaning up for us we got two other horses to bring in.” he smiled shaking the boy's hand. Now that was a big Man. He easily made Carter nervous though he was nothing but kind and even smiled at him, He was taller than his son and Rip maybe bout six-three, a dad-built with huge shoulders and arms he was muscular, to say the least. The Tan button-up shirt his sleeves rolled up with a different logo that Said Maverick Ranch kind of reminded him of the top gun logo but kinda different, but it was black showing the tattoo sleeves on his arms.

“Its a pleasure to meet you guys, do you need help with the other horses.” Carter asked wanting to be helpful.

Elijah let out a small chuckle at his eggness “No its alright, My daughter and her friend are out on them helping your cowboys for fun.” he spoke shaking his head.

He had a daughter? He thought meeting Mikeys eyes he asked “She older?”

Mikey scoffed “ She’ll tell you she is but only by like— seven minutes.” he rolled his eyes.

“Shes your twin? Wow that's cool.” Carter grinned.

“You could say” Mikey smiled, “you ride man?”

Carter nodded “Nice maybe you could show us around a bit haven't been here since we were kids.” Mikey explained.

“Sure id love too, but I don't get off till later this evening.” Carter shrugged.

“Hey no worries! We got some work to do, my sister in ropeing this summer so we got errans to run.”

She Ropes! The phrase hinted that she might rodeo a bit. The conversation between the three faded, and they stepped outside, with Carter trailing closely behind. He strolled toward the fence, where he could see them skillfully herding the cattle. His attention was immediately captured by an impressive all-black gelding, which glided smoothly across the landscape. Sitting atop the horse was a dark toned girl whose long, mixed-color braids of different browns and blonds were woven into a single, thick braid thatmoved as she maneuvered with practiced ease. She commanded the horse effortlessly, guiding the cattle with precision. She wore of a snug pink t-shirt with a Maverick Ranch logothe shirt highlighted her curved frame, paired with light-washed boot-cut True Religion jeans that hugged her legs comfortably. A pair of boots on her feet, complementing the rugged ensemble. Cinched around her waist was a stylish belt, adorned with a gleaming buckle—perhaps a trophy from a recent victory.

As Carter's gaze shifted to her face, he couldn’t help but notice how striking she was. A wide, radiant smile lit up her features, radiating confidence as she worked the herd. Her youthful appearance was enhanced by several piercings; both nostrils and ears displayed shimmering gold jewelry that suggested a sense of maturity. On her head was a light tan felt hat, which she adjusted with a quick flick of her hand as she turned to listen for her name being called in the distance.

“Well shit miss. Mav you can cowboy better than Jake here!” Lloyd complimented the young girl.

Her laughter bubbled up, bright and infectious, and it brought a small, genuine smile to Carter's face.

“Crystal, mere!” he heard a deep voice say next to him.

She quickly made her way over the fence, “Hi daddy!”

“Hi baby, wanna intriduce you to Carter, take it you met some of Rips new boys.”

She hummed nodding her head “But this is Carter, he Beth and Rips kid.” he spoke.

Carter watch as she raided a brow “They took me in.” he spoke up clearing her confusion.

“Ohhh- that makes a bit more since, Nice to meet you Carter! I'm Crystal, how old are you?” she asked quickly.

“Im 16 turn 17 in july.” he said.

“Nice! Bit older than Tate.” she spoke.

Her head looked over her shoulder again “Sorry I started helping them wanna finish up before I come out! But again it's nice to meet you good to know there are kids our age here so I wo t be stuck with those old farts.” she giggled motioning towards Lloyd and Jake.

He nodded “No worries I get it I gotta get back to work myself, nice to meet you Ma'am.”

She flashed him a radiant smile one final time before returning to her work, a gesture so warm and genuine that it felt contagious. Carter couldn’t help but feel the corners of his mouth tug upwards into a grin. The brightness of her expression seemed to light up the room, and perhaps it was a tad too apparent, as he caught Lloyd’s gaze across the space. Lloyd was watching him with a knowing chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement at Carter's unintentional display of infatuation.

“Don't let that sweet smile fool you, kid; she's quite the handful,” Elijah chuckled, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes as he warned the young boy. His heart swelled with love for his daughter, a whirlwind of energy who had a delightful knack for turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. With her vibrant personality, she commanded attention wherever she went—her laughter rang out like a cheerful melody, and her outgoing nature was unmistakable.

Though her smile was disarmingly charming, Elijah knew that beneath that veneer lay a fierce spirit capable of surprising even the hardiest of souls. Her words often spilled forth without hesitation, and it was her fearless confidence that sometimes left adults taken aback. She could rope and ride with an expertise that rivaled seasoned cowboys, effortlessly outshining those who had spent years honing their craft. Every time she mounted her horse, it was as if the wild spirit of the West surged through her veins, and Elijah couldn’t help but beam with pride at the audacity and joy with which she embraced life.

“Common miss. Mav shows em whatcha got.” Walker spoke.

Carter's mind drifted as he pondered the unusual nickname, "Miss Mav." The curious title echoed in his thoughts, leaving him with a sense of intrigue. He couldn't help but wonder about its origin and what it revealed about her character. Yet, he decided to put that question aside for now, focusing instead on the moment at hand.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, the day began to draw to a close. The Mavericks had ventured out for a while, promising to return later, leaving behind a lively atmosphere in the bunkhouse. Inside, the boys gathered, their laughter echoing off the wooden walls as they shared stories and teased one another. Teeter, seemed particularly taken with Crystal, affectionately referring to her as “my girl.” The friendly ribbing continued as they playfully jabbed at Jake, tasing that the young girl had outdone him in their cowboy activities that day.

Carter still curios he was still a bit out of the loop regarding the Mavericks. When he inquired about them, Lloyd took the opportunity to share tales of their impressive ranch located up in Oregon, not quite as expansive as Yellowstone, but substantial nonetheless. He painted a vivid picture of the Tillamook area, where the Mavericks cultivated a diverse array of animals—goats, chickens, and horses. This conversation reignited the question that had been lingering in Carte's mind,.

“Why do you guys call her ‘Miss. Mav’?” he asked.

Lloyed chuckled “Just respect really, a nickname that has been with her for years. She was a bossy thing when she was younger and hung around here. Shit I mean she still is. They call her that in the rodeo to just kinda stuck Mr. Dutton started it really.” he finished.

Carter nodded, his gaze drifting away from Lloyd, his thoughts lingering on their recent interaction. He recalled the moment when she was putting her horse away, a vivid picture in his mind. Her spirited chatter had flowed effortlessly, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being scrutinized, as if he were in the hot seat. The way she tilted her head, a delicate movement that drew attention to the soft curves of her features, captivated him. Her eyes, bright and intent, locked onto his with a piercing focus, making him acutely aware of every word he uttered. An unsettling mix of nerves and intrigue bubbled within him, leaving him both breathless and contemplative.

He watched her as she bikers with her horse as one would with a person made him laugh, “Why do argue with him like he can understand you.” Carter asked laughing a bit and closing the stall as she stepped out.

“Hes like a giant dog who has no manners.” she scoffed glaring at her horse.

He chuckled a bit watching the horse wander around the unfamiliar stall before sticking his head out and going for her hat. Crystal quickly grabbing her hat from him, “Can you not! Can't you see in having a conversation!”

Her horse shook his head almost in a mocking manner “Take it he's a handful when y'all aren't actually showing?”

“Handful is an understatement Theo is a Boy dog with leg extensions.” she laughed a bit.

Their eyes met, “so whatcha doing tonight Carter?” she asked putting her hand behind her back.

Carter scracthed his neck nervously as she stepped a bit closer to him, “Well.. Uh nothin much, just plan on turning in for the night having dinner with my family tonight.”

She hummed “ Ouu sounds fun so ill see you at dinner then! Maybe after-”

“Cryst! Let's go!” Mikey yelled into the barn, his voice stopped quickly seeing them close.

“Hey! You leave that poor boy alone!” Mikey yelled.

Her head shaped over to her brother scoffing “Shut up Michael! Can't I have friends!” she finish shoot ping her hands up in a shrug expression.

“Carter run while you can!” he spoke, a small playful scream leaving him as he quickly ran back as he saw his sister start to move towards him.

She looked back quickly waving at Carter and smiling at him “Bye Carter I’ll see you at dinner!” she spoke quickly before turning back and running out of the barn.

Coming back out of though he laughed a bit to himself his eyes looking up meeting Ryans. He sat up quickly looking around “ What?” he asked.

“Oh nothing, just watching you smile to yourself over there like a lil weirdo.” Ryan spoke shrugging his shoulders.

“What no! Am I really?” he asked quickly.

“Ye’ yet are” Teeter grinned, “Thinkin’ bout’ lil miss Mav huh?” Teeter spoke to the boy.

Carter shook he head standing up “No its not like that, just not used to talking to kids my age and having some around is nice..”

Lloyd hummed mockingly “mmhmm, Thats why you waited a hole hour after just to unsaddle her horse.”

“I was being nice.”

The bunkhouse erupted into a chorus of laughter, the sound echoing off the wooden walls. A playful teasing filled the air as the boy, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and delight, exchanged glances with his obvious crush. It was to early to say he had any actual feelings toward her but he'd be lying if he said he didn't grin when thinking about her.

The bunkhouse fell to a hush as Beth entered the house, “Baby lets go we have guest tonight.” she spoke motioning to him.

Carter looked back at everyone “Not a word..” he mouthed, the cowboys only laughing lowly as he left.

Getting in Beths car she looked over at him. “I need you to take a shower when we get up to the house okay? Gotta be a bit presentable.” grabbing his head kissing the side of it, “You smell like horse shit.” she smiled before starting the car heading up to the house.

This was bound to be an interesting dinner.

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@nomournersonefuneral

[bellarkeselection]

Okay so Ryan and Dutton!reader are engaged and she finds out he got branded after the whole Colby and Teter thing. That kinda the basis of what I was thinking 🤔

The Ranch Brought Us Together

“I understand that your father doesn’t really want big events at the ranch. So I’m just hear to tell you that it wouldn’t be huge. Just our normal crowd and my parents would be coming into town.” I quickly followed the heels of Beth Dutton who was walking to her car to go to work.

She opened her car door stepping inside responding to me. “Y/n, you have been loyal to my father almost as long as Rip has.”

“Yeah but it’s his ranch and I don’t want to feel like we are overstepping with trying to do even a small wedding here-“

She touched my arm, giving me a half glaring smile. “Which means he will say yes. I know you’ve already asked him and he said possibly but don’t panic I’ll make sure and sweeten the deal where he definitely agrees. Now get out of my way, I’ve gotta go ruin someone’s day.” She shut the car door and drove down the driveway leaving me standing there by the wooden fences.

My fiancé worked for John Dutton for a few years now. We actually met and fell in love while working here at the ranch. Tucking some hair behind my ear that had come out of my ponytail I heard someone coming in my direction where I spun on my feet. “Ryan! You’re never done with work this early.”

“You’re right I ain’t done with my day. I just could wait any longer till I got to see you for a little bit.” Ryan pulled the reins of his horse to a stop, dismounting his horse coming over to hug me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck hugging him back. I smiled leaning my head against his chest until I pulled back seeing something sticking out of his shirt that was opened. “Wait a minute. Did you get hurt?”

“No I didn’t.” Ryan answered, tiling his head down to meet my gaze.

Moving my hands up his chest I threaded my fingers through his jackets and the open section of his jacket. Pushing the fabric apart my eyes landed on a red Y symbol on his right side of his chest. “Then what the hell is this, Ryan!”

Ryan lowered his gaze down to the symbol that I had exclaimed about. “Oh that. I got it after…after some guys hurt Colby and Teter the other day.”

“Ryan, I ... .don't scare me like that.” I sighed heavily laying my head on his chest staring at the fresh red mark that was slowly healing.

I had gotten the brand a few months after Rip had done it after he accidentally killed one of the other workers when they talked back about John’s daughter. I knew it meant you never left here and it was an honor with the ones who got a second chance. But we hadn’t talked about him getting it. “I’m sorry, babe. It all just happened so fast and you have been busy planning our wedding. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Well you did.” I hit his chest, shoving him away from me beginning to walk away from him. “You know what I can’t marry you after this.”

Ryan gasped rushing forward, snatching my arm. “Y/n, hang on. I’m sorry - shit please don’t not marry me.”

“Ha! Ryan you idiot. I’m not breaking off our engagement. I could never do that cause I love you too much.” I tugged my wrist from his hand slapping my hands on his knees.

Ryan removed his hat from his head running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck that’s a relief.”

“Hey you know something we’re matching now.” I unbuttoned the top of my shirt tugging down the right side of my shirt. His eyes found the same mark that he had seen on me previously in life the first time we had sex. “We’re now connected in love and in our work life.”

Ryan sets his hat on top of my head, looping his arm around my waist pulling me up against him. “That doesn't sound too bad to me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I grinned up to him, kissing him slowly. He kissed me back before he had to get back on his horse and go back to work. The Dutton ranch was our forever home.

[letsgobarbs]

kinda wanted to read some damn John Dutton fic pls but there's only ones of young john which is fine or whatever but like… don't be cowards… give me the peepaw fics. john dutton is a gilf and the fandom needs to own it I just need a fix pls and stop making Beth so whiny in fanfiction she's a boss an icon if you will but more importantly I need the older john dutton fics like rn rn