#walker yellowstone

[bullet-prooflove]

Could I request Yellowstone boys looking after a drink significant other please?x

Ryan is probably the one that got you in trouble in the first place and he assumes complete for responsibility for that. He's the one giving you a piggy back if your feet hurt or carrying you from the truck to the house because you took your shoes off in the car. You always get a little frisky and Ryan's always a gentleman, kissing your fingertips and telling you tomorrow, when your sober. He tucks you into bed, kisses your forehead before collecting your shoes and any miscellaneous items of clothing you’ve slung around and making sure they’re in a place you can find them.

Travis thinks you’re fucking adorable when you’re drunk. It doesn’t happen often but when it does he’s there for it. You always get super affectionate, flirty and silly and he loves it. Gives you entire attention even if you are chatting shit. Travis is very protective and keeps an eye on you, not because he doesn’t trust you but because he’s spent years on the rodeo circuit and he knows assholes, hell he’s been that asshole. Anyone shows to much of an interest, he’s literally getting between the two of you and telling that fella you’re taken and to fuck off.

When the two of you get home, he helps you get into one of his t-shirts and climbs into bed alongside you. You spend the night curled up against him as his fingers comb through your hair.

Rip’s experience of drunks before you was Beth. You are far more easy to handle. You’re a lot more controlled and don’t go completely off the rails. When Rip is picking you up, he always requests that you stay inside the bar because he hates the thought of you being out in the cold, and he also knows that bad things happen to woman in dark parking lots.

When he steps inside he usually watches you for a minute. If your dancing, he’s coming over to join you before he takes you home, if a guy’s anywhere near you he’s stepping in to protect his territory. He has no chill when it comes to you.

When he gets you in the truck, he has the music low because he knows you like to sing a long and the heating on because it gets cold. He asks you about your night, if you had fun.

In the house he makes you drink some water, give you a snack and tucks you into bed before making sure the house is completely locked up and joining you.

Walker thinks you're the cutest thing. The two of you dance and sing together in the parking lot, he doesn't give a shit who sees, he just likes having you in his arms. Let's you wear his hat because he thinks you look adorable in it.

The dancing continues at home and ends up with the two of you falling you asleep on the couch together, Walker singing you to sleep.

Kayce is all smiles when he comes to pick you up especially if it looks like you’re having a lot of fun. He drapes one arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.

“Oh hey darlin, you ready to go…” type of thing.  

Keeps you tucked into his side in the parking a lot, it’s a territorial thing he doesn’t even realise he does, a way of keeping you safe. You usually fall asleep in the truck in the way home. He tucks his jacket around you for the journey, checking on you as he drives. He hates waking you up so he carries you into the house and puts you to bed, leaving a glass of water on the night stand.

Jamie loves to see you have fun, he’s addicted to your smile, your happiness. When he comes to the bar, he sticks around a while, watching you dance and laugh. He discreetly pays your bar tab before cutting in for a dance. Jamie just loves around you, so one dance turns into three more.

When he does get you home he’s very sweet and tender as he undresses you. Lingering teasing kisses as he helps you into your pyjamas. When he climbs into bed a long side you, the two of you stay up laughing while you tell him about your night. You fall asleep, draped across him, mid-sentence and Jamie just hugs you close.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

The Simple Missunderstanding

Wattpad request @alpacagirl2028 Rip is busy and the reader tries to help him but he yells at her. She goes back to the house and cries because she thinks he's mad at her until he finds her crying

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Dismounting my horse I slowly walked it over to the finished area of the fence seeing the Bunkhouse gang was working on the next section a few steps ahead of me. Carrying my bag of tools that was inside my saddle bag I gently touched my boyfriend Rip Wheeler's shoulder attempting to get his attention. “Hey baby, how can I help with the fencing?”

“Y/n, not now. I don't have time to talk with you.” He grumbled in my direction watching the group of boys and Teeter.

I tried to explain my situation to him since he clearly didn't understand what I had said to him. “Rip, I'm not trying to pull you away from work. I am offering to help y'all and get the job done a little faster. If you'll have me of course.”

“Y/n, I can't talk right now!” Rip spun around on his feet shouting in my face.

Blinking my eyes a few times my mouth fell open, surprised at the words that had come from his mouth. He turned his back to me, stomping off giving me the chance to run back to my horse. Climbing on it I gallop back to the main house halting in my tracks and rushing inside the front door. Finding my bedroom I flopped down onto the mattress and sobbed for hours.

“Y/n, dinner is ready. Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying?” A few hours later I heard footsteps come inside my room making me lightly lift my head up from the pillows.

I saw it was my best friend Beth coming into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I started my period.”

“Sorry honey. But I knew you're lying. You don't ever cry this much when you're on your period.” She told me gently brushing some hair out of my face seeing my eyes were bloodshot red from crying. “So what exactly is really bothering you?”

Sniffing, I wiped my hand underneath my nose. “Rip is angry with me.”

“Angry with you over what exactly?” She knitted her brows at me.

Shifting up I sat upright hugging my knees against my chest meeting her gaze. “I asked him how I could help fix the fence faster and next thing I knew he was shouting in my face for no reason other than he’s mad at me for some unknown reason.”

“He certainly can't be mad at you. He loves you more than anything.” She got up from the bed slipping out the door. “I'll go talk to him.”

I called her name not wanting her to make the situation worse. “Beth, please don’t.”

“I'm on it.” She hollered walking down the hallway leaving me alone in my room for a few minutes. Running a hand through my locks of hair getting up from my bed standing in front of the window. Silence filled the bedroom for a few more minutes until I heard someone walking up behind me.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Rip's voice filled the bedroom that we sometimes shared when he wasn't sleeping at the Foreman's Cabin.

“I suppose. Unless you'd rather yell at me since you're angry with me.”

The loyal worker of John Dutton questioned out into the air. “Why would I be angry with you, darlin’?”

“You tell me, cowboy.” I rolled my eyes, turning around so I was facing him and resting my back against the window seal behind me. “Clearly I have done something to piss you off.”

Rip and I had agreed when we started dating that we would be honest with each other about everything. We would never go to bed angry with the other. “Y/n, I don’t understand what you're talking about. So could you tell me why you think I'm angry with you and we can figure this out since we agreed to not fight with each other.”

“I came out to the fencing area to offer my help. I tried to ask you how I could help and next thing I knew you were shouting in my face.” Throwing my hands up in the air I raised my voice at the cowboy in front of me. He simply just stood there with one hand on his hip simply letting me get my rant out. “The only conclusion I can come up with is that you were pissed at me before I got there and I just had no freaking clue!”

Rip slowly crossed the room running his hands down my shoulders using a much calmer tone than earlier in the day. “Listen to me, I'm sorry I snapped at you. When you came up to me I was frustrated with Walker who was just standing around doing nothing. I never intended my anger to be directed at you.”

“Oh, I'm sorry I judged you too quickly and thought that you were angry with me.” Lowering my gaze to my boots with a weak expression on my face till he lifted my chin up with his hand making me look into his face.

“I'm sorry are two words you never have to say to me.”

I whispered back to him. “Do you really mean that?”

“I love you, honey.’ He cupped my face in his hands resting his forehead down onto mine whispering back to me. “I’m sorry for losing my temper. It won’t happen ever again.”

Throwing my arms around his neck I buried my face into his shoulder kissing the side of his cheek sniffing back some happy tears. “I forgive you and I love you too, Rip Wheeler.”

[livfastdieyoung69]

the poet writes their songs in blood - prequel

(a yellowstone story, eventual walker x oc)

Cowboys aren't often poets anymore. It’s a thing of the past, sitting against an old, sturdy tree with an old, sturdy horse beside you, and letting the words of your heart flow out. Men, they don’t speak, or hell, even write, of emotions these days. When cowboys are poets, though, they sure as hell are good ones. Not always the best cowboys, but often the best poets. It’s almost like they’re chosen now, a few special cowpoke who are given the ability to look out on a great vast of beautiful land, of the work they do, and speak of it in riddles with a beauty others just don’t understand anymore.

Dylan is a poet, and thankfully, not a man. Often, she wonders if that’s why she’s allowed to be both a good cowboy and a poet. Though no boy, it’s foolish for her to be called anything but a cowboy with the work she puts in, and the time she’s given. The time she continues to give, and will always give to the Yellowstone. Dylan Allman, she’s a damn good cowboy, and a poet stuck in the Yellowstone, surrounded by nothing but Montanan mountains, plenty of land, and no other poets.

The Yellowstone is as much like any other ranch as it isn’t. It has the mountains seen for miles and miles throughout the beauty of Montana, the silence the plains hold, the wind whispering in the trees, of course, cattle, and the same wandering ranch hands with no other experience but cowboy work.

It’s never been quite clear what it is, but something, something, on these acres is different. The air screams with a pollution, not from the new age, or the carbon footprints of the world, but instead, with a stench of dread and unwelcomeness. The trees here, something else whispers alongside them in the wind.

Dylan had felt it the second they stepped foot onto the Yellowstone, all those years ago.

The mountains suddenly felt taller, as if they were placed right there, just right there, to avalanche and push everyone from its surroundings. The thousands, hell, more like millions, of oaks sway with the wind, ready to crack down on top of their next victim. Dylan knew that the land wanted nothing but loneliness and peace, but no one else seemed to understand that. With distress, and heartache, the land tells you you’re not welcome. The Duttons, though, they keep staying.

Sometimes, on the rarest occasion when there are no cattle problems, and no busy work, and the other Yellowstone inhabitants aren’t in sight, everything is silent — steady. Peaceful. The land, without the forced entrees and employees who can’t feel its life, is the most beautiful thing you could think of landing your eyes on. Dylan likes to take off on these days, out on the same horse she’s rode for a decade, and ride into the mountains, no longer waiting for them to topple down. Sometimes, she’ll even walk the whole way to feel the loneliness that can’t be felt at the ranch.

Even if the Yellowstone has a way of making you feel unwanted, Dylan has nowhere else to go, and no one else to turn to. The Yellowstone is what she has come to know as home for much longer than the traveling ranch hands that often pass through, with the exception of Rip and Lloyd, of course, two men they get along with greatly. Most of the time, anyways — Rip can be a real big asshole. Dylan continues through her days with a stone in her gut, but a stomach full of food and a place to sleep, even if sleep doesn’t come often.

Days are quiet, meaningless, and quick in passing. Dylan knows that these men she works beside don’t understand. These men, who will see an ounce of attraction and pry off of nothing but that, are not worth any time. Staying alone, though it makes days quiet, meaningless, and quick in passing, is better than a man who doesn’t understand.

A poet she is, so a poet she’ll wait for.

[mshistorylover]

His Sunshine

bvbwestfall asked:

I don't know if I sent this or not if I did I'm sorry but can you write how walker would react to you telling him your pregnant with his child ? Yellowstone walker Thank you I hope you had a great day and thank you for looking at ask

Warnings: Sexual References, Unplanned Pregnancy

This was a long overdue request but I am finally making my way back to writing. I hope you enjoy it @bvbwestfall

It wasn’t planned; it was far from it. Two pink lines were glaring at you as you sighed heavily. But part of you didn’t mind. The real question was, would he mind? You and Walker have had a tumultuous off-and-on relationship, a rollercoaster of emotions, for months now. What would you do if he didn’t want a family with you? You weren’t sure where you would go if he didn’t. You sure as hell couldn’t stick around if he didn’t. You would have to save face and high-tail it out of there.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the very man, Walker, enter the room. His presence was a sudden jolt, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Hey there, sunshine.” He said with a sultry grin. You nearly squeaked in surprise as the test flew out of your grasp and clattered to the floor. His dark eyes followed the plastic stick, and his eyes widened in shock. You nearly panicked as he reached down and picked up the plastic stick. He stared at it before hesitantly looking up at you. You could not read his emotions, but your brain was about to enter flight mode. When you tried to bolt, he grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward him, the tension between you palpable.

“Please don’t tell me it was that guy from the bar last month.” He whispered; you nearly narrowed your eyes at the question, but you didn't blame him after the scene you made leaving with that guy. You had wanted him jealous that night, but nothing happened that night.

“No. Nothing happened that night.” You muttered as he tilted your chin to look at him instead of your boots. You noticed his eyes were nearly black with how dark they were, that was the same look that led to you being in this situation in the first place, and it was making your knees damn near buckle.

“It’s mine, then?” He said more than asking as you gave a weak and uncertain nod. Before you could say a word, his lips crashed onto yours, making you squeak in surprise. You had a million scenarios run in your head about how he would react, but this was not one. He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his hips effortlessly as he moved until your back was against the wooden wall after kicking the door shut behind him.

“Mine. It’s mine.” He rumbled, making you squirm in excitement. The effect he had on you was leaving you breathless. Part of you was worried someone would walk in on the two of you, but it also brought back the thrill you always felt at that thought the risk was one of the thrills of your off-and-on relationship.

“So you aren’t mad? We didn’t exactly plan this…” You murmured as he held your chin between his thumb and index finger with a hum. His eye had a different look; it was a warm look that you had once thought you imagined, but as you tried to pinch yourself discreetly, he chuckled.

“No, and this is also really happening, sunshine.” He said with a grin. “Are you mad about it?” He asked almost hesitantly. Suddenly, you realized he was trying to find out what you were going to do. Were you going to keep the child you created with the man before you?

“N-no. And I want to keep it, and I assume you are okay with that?” Instead of verbally responding, he gently caressed your stomach with a gentle hum.

“I am more than okay with that. However, there is one thing I’m not happy about.” You flinched at his words; knowing you had made him unhappy stung; you always wanted him happy even when you weren’t together. The man would always be the love of your life ever since you first met him at the bar where he was singing one night.

“W-what?” You stuttered as he pulled your face towards him before gently pecking your lips.

“How you aren’t my girl anymore. I hate it whenever we aren’t together. Sunshine, will you be my girl again, and for good? I don’t want to see you with those men from the bar, and I don’t want to see you with anyone but me. Please tell me you want the same.” You grinned at his confession, which you had wanted to hear for months, as you pulled his lips to yours.

Eleven Months Later

You grinned as you saw your now husband climb onto his horse for the start of the day. Your daughter was swaddled against his chest; there was no denying that Melody was a daddy’s girl. She had her father’s dark curls and your eyes. As you got onto your horse, you bit back a snicker as Rip walked by, grunting, bringing the damn baby again. You had tried to get a sitter for your daughter, but Walker always refused, insisting his daughter was fine with him. Honestly, you had to agree she was always quiet when curled against your husband’s chest, and even Rip couldn’t deny that. If someone had told you eleven months ago that you would be married with a kid, you would’ve called them crazy, but here you were.

“You good there Sunshine?” Your husband said with a knowing smirk making you roll your eyes before leaning over to kiss him and making your horse trot off to start the day. “That there, Mellie is your Mama, never loved someone as much as her—besides you, of course, princess.” He said with a grin before trotting after you and the others.

[jjcre8archive]

Taste the silver on her lips , underneath that moonlight.

[neapolitantoebeans]

I need to be sedated, holy fuck

[sorchathered]

Alright babes, I’ve decided.

I’m gonna participate in kinktober!

Requests will be for Bob, Jake, Ryan from Yellowstone, Rhett, Walker from Yellowstone, Elliot Stabler, Sonny Carisi, Dean Winchester, and Ben Mears.

Make your requests! I’m ready for the filth! 🥵

[moonbanter]

A no cc version of Walker (Ryan Bingham) from Yellowstone (by request). I think I'm going to make Rip, Beth, Monica, and Kayce too.

Gallery ID: Loaofanxiety 🍄