⭑do you know what an orgasm is? rip wheeler x dutton!reader +18
summary: when the youngest Dutton crosses a line she didn't mean to, Rip Wheeler becomes the one man who sees the truth she’s afraid to face—and shows her exactly what she’s been missing.
warnings: mature content ahead — 18+ only, minors do not interact. age gap, fingering, swearing, masturbation, if i'm missing something lmk.
author's note: i'm a sucker for dutton!reader so expect a lot more of that from me. i'm currently writing a ryan x dutton!reader shot lmk if you want to read that too ;)
english is not my first language
The ranch never truly slept.
That was something you’d learned growing up as John Dutton’s youngest daughter—wind in the grass, horses shifting their weight, the low creak of old wood breathing with the night. You’d always loved it. Tonight, though, the silence felt heavier. Too loud.
Rip had been doing his usual night round before heading to bed, boots crunching softly against gravel, the brim of his hat low over his eyes. He wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. The Yellowstone had a way of lulling you into routine—until it didn’t.
That’s when he heard it.
Soft, broken breaths. A sound that didn’t belong to the wind or the animals.
He stopped mid-step.
The stable doors were cracked open, warm light spilling out into the dark. Rip frowned, instincts sharpening as he approached. Then he heard it again—closer this time. A shaky exhale that curled low in his gut before he could stop it.
When he pushed the door open, the sight hit him like a punch to the chest.
You were there.
Leaning against one of the stalls, skirt bunched up around your hips, one hand buried between your thighs. Your forehead glistened with sweat, cheeks flushed a deep raspberry, lips parted like you were caught mid-prayer. Your eyes were closed—so lost in whatever you were chasing that you didn’t notice him at first.
You would never admit—wouldn’t dare—that this had been your intention when you walked into the stable. But earlier, passing by the bunkhouse, you'd overheard the cowboys laughing, joking, talking too freely about women and release and things a lady didn’t usually let herself think about for long.
Frustration had a way of steering you by the hand.
And somehow, without even realizing it, you’d ended up here—hand under your skirt, panties pushed aside, trying to quiet a heat you didn’t fully understand yet.
It took you a few seconds to realize you weren’t alone.
Rip was sure his throat closed up entirely, because when the words finally came out, he didn’t remember deciding to say them.
“I—sorry. I didn’t know.”
His rough voice startled a sound out of you, sharp and breathless. You yanked your hand away from yourself faster than a rooster at dawn.
“Rip! Oh God— I’m sorry, I—” You stumbled over the words, heat rushing to your face as panic set in.
Rip had already turned his back to you, jaw clenched, trying like hell to scrub the image of you touching yourself from his mind before his body betrayed him inside his jeans.
“I shouldn’t stay” he muttered. “It’s alright. I’ll pretend this never happened. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
He stayed facing away from you, shoulders tense beneath his black shirt, muscles tight like he was bracing for impact.
“Don’t go. Please, wait.”
“I really don’t think I should,” he said quietly.
“Rip, wait. I need to ask you something. It’s important.”
He swallowed hard. “You’re gonna kill me... or get me killed” he muttered, unsure if he meant it for you or for himself.
When he finally turned around, his breath caught. Your cheeks were still flushed, eyes wide now, lips swollen. The image from moments ago replayed in his head whether he wanted it to or not.
“Can’t you ask someone else?” he asked, voice strained.
“Absolutely not. I can’t ask my brothers, and I definitely don’t want to ask my sister.” You hesitated, then just said it. “Do you actually know what an orgasm is?”
The word landed between you like a live wire.
“Not a fake one,” you added quickly. “A real one. Do you know how to tell the difference?”
Rip wanted to turn around and walk straight to his bed—he just didn’t know if it would be to sleep or to deal with the hard knot forming in his pants. He swallowed thickly, trying to figure out if you were serious or pulling some cruel joke.
You’d always been curious. Honest to a fault. But he’d never imagined standing in front of you while you asked him what the hell an orgasm was, cheeks still hot, fingers probably still slick with your own want.
You were definitely trying to kill him.
“What?” was all he managed.
“I’ve only been with one man,” you admitted softly. “And I never felt that rush everyone talks about.”
You squared your shoulders, drawing courage from somewhere deep inside you. You trusted Rip—maybe too much. He was a cowboy through and through. If anyone would know, it would be him.
“And you don’t feel it when you touch yourself?” he asked, voice lower now.
“It feels better than when someone else does,” you said honestly. “But I still don’t get there. I get so close, and then… nothing.”
“I see…” Rip murmured.
Without fully realizing it, he took a step closer. At this point, he was far too interested to pretend otherwise.
“Maybe I can’t,” you whispered. “Maybe she is broken.”
He shook his head immediately. “Sweetheart, I don’t think she's broken. I think no one’s ever known how to take care of her.”
Your breath hitched.
“And what if you tried?” you asked, eyes locked on his. “You don’t have to use your dick. You could use your fingers. Looks like you’ve got very capable hands, cowboy.”
Rip’s hand tightened at his side. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, only looked at you—the way the light caught the edge of your face, the way vulnerability softened your words.
“Don’t say things like that,” he murmured eventually, voice low but steady. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
You didn’t move, didn’t back away. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” you said quietly. “That’s why I asked you.”
Something in Rip’s expression shifted—an echo of pain, maybe, or restraint. He stepped closer, slow enough that the air between you seemed to stretch thin. His presence filled the small space like heat.
“I’m not the man you ask for something like that,” he said. “You think I’ve got control, but it’s not the kind you’re asking for. If I touch you now, I won’t be able to stop.”
“I trust you,” you whispered.
Rip was so close now that your breaths tangled between you. He smelled like pine, masculine cologne, and old wood—just that was enough to make a slick warmth gather between your thighs.
All you had to do was look up at him through your lashes, and something inside him snapped.
His gaze darkened, jaw tightening as his rough hands dug into your hips, gripping hard enough that you were sure his fingerprints would bloom there later, bruised and unmistakable.
“Rip… please.”
“You’re so damn pretty,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous, “already begging for something you don’t even know if you can handle. You’re gonna have to hold onto my shoulders so you don’t fall apart, ‘cause nobody’s ever made your legs shake before.”
His hand slid from your hip to the space between your thighs, forcing them apart with a practiced motion. He found your heat easily—too easily. You were ready for him, like you’d given yourself over before he even touched you. Panties soaked and shoved aside, your center wet and pulsing, aching for his attention.
He pushed one finger in, slow and deliberate, just to confirm what he already knew.
When he pulled it back out, a breath tore from your chest—you didn’t want him to leave you empty. What he did instead was almost worse. He lifted his hand, holding his finger up between you, glistening with your arousal.
“Look at you,” he said quietly. “Definitely not broken.”
Before you could answer, he brought his fingers to his mouth, lips closing around them with a low hum. “Mmm… and so sweet, too.”
“Please,” you breathed. “Give it to me.”
“What is it you want?” he asked, eyes locked on yours. “You wanna know what an orgasm feels like? Ask for it, sweetheart. It’s yours.”
“I want you to make me cum, Rip,” you said without flinching. “So hard you ruin my pussy for any other man.”
He let out a dark chuckle. “You kiss your daddy with that mouth?”
“Fuck, Rip.”
He didn’t need any more instructions.
His hand dragged slowly along your slit, teasing until your whole body trembled. Then, when you were shaking and sensitive, he pushed his fingers back inside you. One at first—and when your moans turned desperate, he added a second without warning.
Rip had been right.
No one had ever known how to take care of you before.
What he was doing with his fingers—no one had ever made you feel anything like it. Not even your stupid ex boyfriend with his sad excuse for a cock. Rip was a real man, and if he could do this to you with just his hands, you couldn’t even imagine what he’d do if he fucked you right there.
“Oh my God,” you gasped. “What are you doing to me?”
“Giving you the attention you deserve, princess.”
There were no words for what built inside you. All you could do was grab onto his thick arms and moan his name against his ear.
And then it happened.
The feeling tore through you from head to toe—electric, overwhelming—coiling hot and tight in your lower belly. As if that wasn’t enough, the hand that had claimed your throat joined the other, his fingers never slowing inside you while his thumb found your swollen clit, pressing and circling until you cried out and stars burst behind your eyes.
“Fuck, Rip!”
“Now that,” he said, voice steady and sure, “is an orgasm, sweetheart.”
It hadn’t been romantic—not really—but all you could do was cup his face and pull him down into a kiss, gratitude pouring into it. His fingers were still inside you, and you weren’t sure you wanted them gone, not while your legs still shook like paper.
When he finally pulled them free, he brought them to both your mouths, making you taste yourself along with him, tongues brushing and tangling as you shared it.
For all sakes. Rip Wheeler really did know how to please a woman.
Warnings: Polyamory, Showering Together, Shower Sex, Age Gap, Threesome, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Hand Jobs, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cuckolding, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Blow Jobs, Hair-pulling, Fucking, Belly Bulge, Enthusiastic Consent, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Crying During Sex, Breeding Kink, Degradation, Objectification, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Aftercare, Domestic Fluff, Not Beta Read, Happy Ending
Word count: 2615
Shower sex with Beth and Rip.
What more can a girl want?
After the hell the three of you have been through tonight, it’s more than fair to say that a shower is in order.
Clothes are easily stripped away then tossed carelessly on the bedroom floor. Rip follows his wife into the shower. She twists the handle, causing warm water to spray out of the shower head above them. Their eyes fall to you while you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra before shimming out of it and letting it fall to the cool bathroom floor. You take the hand Beth extends towards you, allowing her to draw you into their orbit.
A warm shower is exactly what you need right now.
You close your eyes and tip your head back as you let the heavy droplets fall onto your hair and skin, feeling the tension of the day leave your body. You drag a wet hand down your face to cool it before opening your eyes to look at the other two people in the isolated space. To no surprise, Beth and Rip are making out, kissing all needy with lust and love. Her eyes find yours when Rip breaks away to kiss and nip at her throat. A sly smile pulls at her lips as she maintains eye contact with you while her hand drifts down to her husband’s hardening cock.
You feel yourself becoming wet from something other than the water streaming down on you.
You cross the distance between you as you’re hopelessly drawn to her once more like a sailor to a siren. Beth cups the side of your face, her thumb caressing your cheekbone. Your eyes fall shut as you melt into her touch. Her finger drifts down your face till it’s near your mouth. As if in a trance, you don’t think twice about taking her thumb into your mouth. She presses the pad of her finger against your tongue for a moment or two before thrusting her thumb at a slow, starting pace.
You moan without meaning to. The vibrations around Beth’s thumb sends a thrill down her spine, causing her nipples to harden to the point of pain. She bites her lower lip when you begin to suck on her thumb, your cheeks hollowing with each intake.
“Fuck. You’re taking me like a goddamn champ and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet”
“Not even close” Rip adds, his voice breathy from the way his wife’s handling his cock. He steals a kiss from her before backing her against the wall where she positioned his tip at her waiting entrance. Their foreheads touch when he sinks into Beth’s warm, inviting cunt. “Lord have mercy”
“He isn’t anywhere close to us, baby. Not tonight”
Beth looks at you from the corners of her eyes.
“Let’s show our dove here exactly why that is”
A grin spreads across Rip’s face. “Yes, ma’am”
He lifts her up with ease, his large hands settling under her thighs as she wraps her legs around his waist. The glass surfaces of the shower steam up as you watch the couple in front of you fuck with animalistic tendency. Your breathing slows while your heart races with both excitement and want. You don’t take your eyes off them. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. You’re utterly captivated.
Your hand drifts between your thighs.
Beth snaps her fingers at you twice without Rip halting his thrusts. She doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand what she means.
You frown, but pull your hand away. The ‘Good girl’ look Beth gives you with her eyes is almost taunting. You clench your thighs together and try to ignore the pestering ache you feel between them.
You don’t know how much time passes before you decide to finally break their spell on you and turn away from them. You might as well shower for real instead of letting the water go to waste.
You bite your lip when you hear them cum at the same time. Beth lets out a moan that makes you weak in the knees while Rip grunts like a beast.
While washing your face, a pair of hands settle on your hips. Their owner’s lips find the side of your neck, soft, plump lips planting open-mouthed kisses on your skin. Beth turns your head to the side so that you’re face to face before she leans in and claims your lips in a kiss that is all tongue and teeth. It’s sloppy and hasty. You fucking love it.
When Beth pulls away, your pupils have dilated and your mouth is still open. She licks your lips in a slow wet stripe before backing you against the wall this time. To her surprise, you sink down to your knees. She stares down at you, the sight of you kneeling before her taking the air from her lungs.
“Please” You breathe out, your hands roaming up her legs with desperate need. “Let me taste you”
You don’t wait for a response. You know what it’s gonna be. What it always is. That’s why you’re already licking at the most sensitive part of her. You hook her leg on your shoulder before holding her and eating her out properly like a starving animal.
Once again, your voracity takes Beth by surprise. If it wasn’t for her husband coming to stand beside her and putting a steady hand on her back, she’s sure she would’ve lost her balance entirely.
Your eyes are sealed shut as your lips and tongue work in tandem to take every ounce of pleasure they can from Beth’s godsend cunt. While one of your hands grips the back of her thigh, the other reaches next to her for Rip’s cock. Your hand wraps around it, the tips of your fingers barely touching from his daunting girth. You feel him harden fully under the touch of your palm. You stroke him gently at first, taking in his intimidating length. He curses softly underneath his breath.
“Look at how eager she is to make us feel good, darling” Beth tells Rip as she leans her head on his shoulder. She moans when you curl your tongue inside of her. Her hand flies to your head, fingers tangling in your hair to steady herself. “She’s like something out of a goddamn amateur porno”
Beth almost loses her composure when she cums on your mouth. The loud moan that tears from her throat is almost as rewarding as getting to taste her essence on your tongue. She tastes like heaven itself. Your lips are glossy when you finally pull away from her after sucking on her clit one last time. You don’t give yourself time to recover before taking Rip’s cock into your mouth. Well, what you can of him. Beth’s fingers tighten in your hair, unsure of whether in warning or encouragement.
Rip has to force himself to breathe. Beth notices and smiles before kissing him, adding to his pleasurable torture. Her hand doesn’t leave your hair. On the contrary, she pushes your head forward so that you’re taking in more of her husband’s cock. Your throat convulses happily around the welcoming intrusion. You suppress the urge to gag when the tip of your nose touches Rip’s pelvis. You don’t remember him being this big.
You take a moment to adjust to him before bobbing your head up and down his cock. You feel Beth helping you along with the way she pushes and pulls your head. At some point her hand leaves your head as it’s replaced by Rip’s. He starts moving his hips while holding your head still.
You’re too lost in your own pleasure to make out the filthy words of encouragement Beth says to Rip. His balls slap against your chin at a steady rhythm. His hips stutter when he cums, streaks of white shooting down your throat. He grunts while holding your head and milking every last drop into your mouth. Rip’s cock slips from your mouth when he pulls away. Beth reaches for your cheeks and squeezes them with one hand.
You tilt your face up as you open your mouth for her to see. An impressed smirk graces her features when she finds your mouth empty. She helps you to your feet before kissing you passionately. She backs away with you in her arms till her back is pressed firmly against the shower wall. Her hands roam over your back while she deepens the kiss.
Rip guides your hair away from your neck before leaning down to kiss the side of your throat. He positions himself at your entrance, the blunt head of his cock nestled between your folds.
You moan into his wife’s mouth when he drives into you without warning. He buries himself to the hilt inside of you. Beth breaks the kiss. She looks down at your body, her hand drifting from your chest to your stomach then lower abdomen till she can feel the faint tip of her husband’s cock inside of you.
“Jesus. He’s deep, isn’t he?”
You nod, agreeing with her.
Beth guides your hair away from your face, her expression serious now. “Do you want us to stop?”
“No. I can take it”
Suddenly, she smiles. “Attagirl”
You notice her looking at Rip behind you. The look in her eyes says something that her mouth doesn’t. You meet her gaze. “What is it?”
You can tell that Beth was trying to figure out a way to say what she wanted to say by using the right words. At some point she just gives up and comes out with it. “Have our baby, Y/N”
Your eyes widen, but not out of shock. No, they widen out of pure excitement. “Really?”
“Rip and I have been thinking about it for a while. For the first time in our lives, we finally have some real stability together. And now with you-“
You cut her off. “Yes”
Finally, Rip speaks again. “Yes, what?”
“I’ll do it. I’ll have your baby”
Beth is slightly taken aback by your eagerness. “Really? You’re agreeing just like that?”
“Beth, I’m dangerously in love with both of you. For me to help you start a family together.. The thought makes my stomach churn in the best way possible. So shut up and let Rip put a baby in me, please!”
Beth huffs a laugh. “As you wish, babygirl”
Rip puts his hand on the back of your neck. He doesn’t apply any real pressure, but the weight of it is there. You gasp when he starts moving his hips, his cock thrusting back and forth inside of you in a way that threatens to leave you speechless. When he picks up the pace, you start wondering if you’ll be able to walk properly tomorrow, if at all.
Beth’s arms slot around your waist. You brace one hand against the wall right next to her head while the other snaked its way between her legs. You don’t take your eyes off her as you push two fingers into her cunt. She moans softly at the intrusion, but holds your gaze. You start moving your fingers.
The sound of moans, ragged breathing and skin slapping against skin fills the bathroom.
“I love you so fucking much” You tell Beth just before another moan spills from your lips as Rip’s thrusts grow faster and harder, each of them sending your body forward with a jolt. Tears of unfiltered pleasure well up in your eyes.
Beth wipes them away with one hand while the other kneads your breast, her thumb circling your nipple. “You’re so pretty when you’re being bred like this, sweetheart. Just taking and taking daddy’s cock til he fills you with his cum. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? To be our little breeding bitch?”
You moan at the way she degrades you.
The corners of Beth’s lips curl upwards in a smile that is almost all teeth. “Such a good, obedient girl. You’re too numb to deny what a cumslut you are”
Her breath hitches when you make her cum, her velvety walls clenching around your fingers. You pull them out of her. Before you have a chance to wipe them on your thigh, she grabs your wrist and brings your hand to her mouth. You blink twice when she takes your fingers into her mouth and starts licking them clean. That was the final push you needed. You let out a pathetic moan when you cum, your inner walls clenching around Rip’s cock.
“Fuck” He curses before climaxing right after you.
You can practically feel his balls being drained as he spills his little swimmers inside of you. You lose your balance and lean your forehead against Beth’s chest. She wraps her arms around your upper back and holds you close till her husband is done. After a minute, Rip finally pulls out of you. You wince a little bit at the loss of contact. It’s immediately forgotten when both Rip and Beth press a kiss to your head and praise you for all you did.
After you’ve come down from your highs, the three of you take a much-needed refreshing shower.
Beth and Rip’s hands are soft and gentle as they clean your body after washing themselves. She washes your hair while he cleans you gingerly with the loofah. When they’re done, you all step out and dry off before getting dressed for the night.
You put on one of Beth’s shirts that smells like her and Rip combined. The collar is a little big and the hem barely stops mid-thigh. You decide not to put on shorts tonight. Carter is at his girlfriend’s so the three of you have the house to yourselves.
After gulping down half a glacier freeze Gatorade, you hop into bed with Beth and Rip and settle between them under the covers.
Beth is lying on her side with her head propped up on her elbow. Her eyes are fixated on you and her husband. While you trace the scar around her left eye, her other hand settles on your stomach.
“Y/N?”
You hum in acknowledgment.
Her eyes roam over your face. “You know that we want you to raise this kid with us, right? We don’t just want you to be a human incubator for us because I can’t have kids of my own”
You reach down to squeeze the hand that’s on your stomach. You caress her wedding ring. “I know”
“Beth’s right” Rip says. “This partnership goes three ways now. It always did, but this here makes it official” His hand also settles on your stomach, right below where you’re holding Beth's own hand. “And I swear as god is my witness, we’ll never let anything bad happen to either of you”
“Not even over our dead bodies” Beth adds.
You smile up at them before pressing a chaste kiss to each of their lips. “In a few months when I’m all fat and hormonal, it’ll take a lot less than that to make me cry. So enjoy my dry eyes while I’m still being reasonable. Now, I love you two so much, but I’m all tuckered out so can we go to sleep?”
Beth and Rip share a glad and knowing look before turning off the nightlamps on their sides of the bed. They each drape an arm over your body. To no surprise, you fall asleep first, your soft snores filling the space between them. Beth follows soon after.
When Rip is certain that his family is safe and sound in his arms, he closes his eyes and drifts off.
you had gone out to the bar for one reason and one reason only: to dance.
you and kayce loved to dance, but you didn't get many opportunities to. so, when one night john took tate for a sleepover, winking at you as he pulled the boy away, you decided to get out there and swing away like you were teenagers again. you grabbed beth and rip to come too, knowing they'd appreciate getting out even if they didn't dance - would rip ever dance? probably not.
it was fun for the first little bit, all the good swing songs playing as he twirled you around the wooden dance floor. you pulled out old tricks he forgot you knew and he twisted and flipped you into cool routines you forgot he knew. when you decided to take a break, kayce heading to the bathroom while you ordered a drink, you just knew something was going to happen.
but, you ordered anyways, eyes on where beth was shaking her ass away to the fun country music playing and where rip was watching her with the fondest smile you'd ever seen from him.
the bartender slid you your drink. you smiled. "thank you."
he nodded at you, walking down the bar to attend to another customer as you leaned your back against the counter, eyes back to your sister-in-law.
"you've really been busting a move out there."
you turned to see a man, taller than you but definitely shorter than kayce, bigger, with a brown hat and black boots. he wasn't necessarily attractive and there was just something about him that made you want to scrunch your nose, so you did.
"yep," you hummed, sipping on your whiskey.
"you've only had the one partner. i'm sure i could show you some moves if you're looking for a new one," he said, glancing to the side as a smile pulled up one side of his mouth. "i don't see him here anymore."
"he'll be back," you told him, setting your drink down and looking him over again. "and even if i was looking for another partner, you don't look like much of a dancer, buddy."
he knitted his brows at that, looking down at you with a curious smirk on his lips. "spicy. i like that."
you wanted to throw up.
"don't call me that," you said. "that was gross."
"oh come on, darling," he said, shifting so he was more in your view. "just one dance? he'll never even know, he ain't here."
"he is." you held up your ring finger, flashing the rock that was your wedding band at him. "i ain't going with you buddy."
and that was when he grabbed you, hand on your hip as he pulled you into him. he smelled like bad beer, cheap cologne, and straight b.o. you instantly pushed away even as he held you tighter, speaking now: "one dance, baby. life is too short to only dance with one man the rest of it."
"life's too short to dance with ugly men," you retorted, scrunching your nose again as you finally, very forcefully pushed him away from you, backing towards where you knew rip was last standing. except he wasn't there.
you looked at the dance floor and your mind was blown. of course the one time rip wheeler decides to take to the dance floor was when you were actively being harassed at the bar.
the guy didn't like your answer and stepped towards you, mouth open to say something before another figure stepped in front of you, one you knew very well. especially since you'd picked out his shirt. you breathed a breath of relief as he glanced back at you, checking you were okay before returning a much more menacing gaze to your advancer.
"i don't know what you've said or done thus far, but the way my wife is lookin at you doesn't look very good for you," kayce said, his eyes turned in a glare as he stepped towards him.
"look, man, all i wanted was a dance, not anything more-"
"a dance is still too much to ask for, especially when she's already said no," kayce said sternly. "leave. now."
"what, like the whole-"
"i'd really love a reason to punch you and if you keep talking you're gonna be giving me one," kayce warned, but the guy didn't get it apparently because he kept going.
"hey, man i didn't do anything-"
kayce looked back at you. "he touch you?"
the moments between you nodding and kayce full on clocking the guy in the jaw went by in literally the blink of an eye. the man stumbled back and kayce swung again, effectively knocking him to the floor. he kicked him then, the man folding in half with a groan. kayce moved to do it again when you grabbed his arm.
"baby, let's just get out of here," you told him. "i don't need you getting in trouble."
"i'm the livestock commissioner, i'll be fine," he said.
"well, then, just..." you moved around him to where the dude was sprawled on the ground, looking up at your husband in fear as some blood tricked from a cut in his lip and also between his teeth. everyone in this town knew kayce dutton could throw a punch.
you stomped on his hand then, hard, earning a shout and an instant recoil. you could've sworn you felt a crunch under the heel of your boot when you did.
"so you can't grab any other girls anytime soon," you said before turning on your heel and grabbing your husband, who looked like he was chomping at the bit to get back to pummeling him. "c'mon, baby."
but, tonight was supposed to be fun. when you pulled him out the front door for some fresh air and maybe to bar hop, you thought to remind him of that. you turned to him with a smile, hand cupping his face just below his jaw. "c'mere, cowboy." you kissed him slowly, his hands falling to your waist almost instantly as he folded to your touch, returning the kiss eagerly.
when you pulled back, he kept you close, kissing you again.
"thank you," you breathed out when you finally broke again, smiling up at him. "i can always count on your mean right hook to get me out of any bad situation."
"i practice it just for that," he said quietly, pecking your lips again.
you laughed lightly. "seriously, thank you though," you said, wrapping your arms around his middle as you relaxed in his hold. "for saving me."
"i'll always save you," he promised, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "and i'm never going to the bathroom while we're out again."
rip wheeler:
to get rip to go out was a chore. it usually took some promising of later nightly activities and some chanting and begging from the wranglers too. and when you finally got him there, he wasn't exactly interactive, mostly just watching you dance and getting you the appropriate amount of refills to keep you semi-aware.
aware for situations like this.
you were dancing the night away with teeter, hands in the air as you laughed and jumped and twirled with your favorite of the cowboys, glancing up at rip regularly to shoot him a wink or shout something about how great his ass looked in those jeans, when suddenly you felt hands on your waist.
you spun around, brows shot straight up as you swatted this strange, tall and skinny man who oddly reminded you of a drugged out, dark haired jimmy, man away from you, stepping back and bumping into teeter. "damn you're ballsy, dude," you said. he stepped back to you, his hands landing on your waist again, fingers brushing over the waistband of your jeans as teeter grabbed your shoulders and helped you shuffle away. "seriously, get off!"
"hey, come back here, baby-"
it was instinctive, really. your father had taught you how to throw a proper punch and rip had taught you the best places to throw it, and well, the first one that came to mind was the throat.
he staggered back with a choked breath, hand rising to his jugular as he stared at you with wide eyes. "you crazy bitch!"
"did you seriously just call me the bitch?" you said, stepping towards him now with your hand balled into a fist.
but, before you could throw another punch and before the psycho dude could fully recover, rip was now in the picture. two extremely well-placed punches sent the creep into the surrounding crowd. no one did or said anything for a few moments, everyone having seen him grab you and insinuating exactly who rip was in this situation.
he turned back to you, grabbing your hand tightly and sending a look teeter's way that had her collecting the rest of the wranglers, who had all suddenly appeared at your side.
"let's go," he said strictly.
"can we go to another bar?" you asked as he dragged you out of the facility and towards the truck. he let out a short laugh.
"there's no way in hell i'm letting you back into another bar anytime soon," he said. "if another psychotic bastard thinks he can put his hands on you i can't promise that i wouldn't kill him right then. it took a lot of restraint not to keep going in there, baby."
"rip, come on, let's have fun tonight - woah!"
and suddenly you were thrown over his shoulder in a fireman carry. he barely even stopped to do it, just scooping you up and continuing on to where he'd parked the truck.
"nope," he said. "and anyways, there's other ways to have fun." he pulled the door open and set you on the passenger seat with a smirk. "you have a couple promises to fulfill for even dragging me here in the first place."
"damn," you mumbled as he gave you a quick kiss, shutting the door and crossing to the other side. as he got in and buckled, you looked over at him with a bit of a dopey smile on your lips. "have i told you i love you recently?"
"i'm sure you have, baby, but i'm happy to hear it again," he told you, smiling your way as he started the truck up.
"well, i do love you. and thank you. that sucked."
"and it ain't ever gonna happen again on my watch," he promised. "he really just snuck up on you there."
"literally crazy."
ryan:
you weren't much of a games girl, which everyone thought was weird given the man you were with. but, you were content to watch, to sit at the bar conversing with the wranglers who weren't involved in the game of pool or dancing, and to watch colby crash and burn as he approached girls again and again.
that last one was your favorite activity.
every now and again you would wander back over to where ryan was playing lloyd or jake, cheer him on, give him a quick kiss, and then return to the designated spot colby kept coming back to after another failed attempt at wooing a tourist.
the tourists were funny too. you could always tell which ones had just bought their hats and boots before or even while they were in montana just to blend in. some of the girls were wearing such california things you wondered if they were wanting to blend in at all, which the answer was no. colby, and plenty of other cowboys, liked the tourists. or at least, for a quick one.
you were watching him with a grin as he stumbled on his words with a pretty brunette, sipping on your drink casually. he was using his hands to emphasize something and she did not seem like she was interested in that something at all. you giggled to yourself.
"you like people watching?"
you glanced to your side to see a shorter man with spiky blond hair at your side. this guy didn't even take a try at a hat, sticking it with bright and shiny new black tecovas with a pointed toe and a snakeskin design that was so opposite of what you were used to.
you didn't think you'd ever been turned off more by a boot.
"yeah, i do," you nodded, looking back at where colby was actively losing his chosen girl's attention. "it's entertaining."
"it is," he agreed, taking the seat next to you. "you from around here?"
for some reason, you laughed. you guessed it was because he was so obviously not from here that for him to ask you if you were was just funny to you. "yep. you ever heard of the yellowstone dutton ranch?"
"it got anything to do with the park?" he asked.
you laughed again before taking a sip of your drink. "no. around here, when people talk about the yellowstone, they're talking about the 800,000 acre cattle ranch just outside of town owned by the livestock commissioner and the oldest family in montana."
he seemed shocked, but he tried to get through it, continuing his little q&a. "you're from there?"
"it's my family that owns it," you answered easily.
"and what's it like owning 800,000 acres of some of the most coveted land in america?" he asked, tilting his head at you. if you hadn't before, you definitely piqued his interest now.
you shrugged. "it's a lot of work, but it's worth it. it's beautiful."
"lonely, though, i bet," he said, and that made you laugh again. wow, he really tried that one.
"no, actually," you told him. "need a good amount of people to run that ranch. don't get too much time to yourself."
"do you want time to yourself?" he asked.
"i'm good with what i've got, thank you," you told him. you looked over at where ryan had caught sight of your predicament and was making his way over to you. you stood, shooting the man at your right a polite smile. "one of the cowboys we've got is particularly attractive. i'm entertained enough, don't you worry about me."
he saw ryan then and stood as well. "i wouldn't say he's particularly attractive. you could do better."
"are you suggesting yourself?" you asked with a laugh, holding an arm out to wrap around ryan's waist as he came to your side, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before eying the man in front of y'all. "sorry, pal. you may be decently cute, but you ain't no cowboy. if you're looking to get lucky in this town it'd do you good to remember that. shoot for your own kind."
the man looked up at ryan. "you her cowboy?"
"damn straight," ryan answered. "you better take that advice. a lot of the cowgirls you'll see around here anyways are taken, you're asking for a fight talking to 'em. you're just lucky she played nice. it's the only reason i am too." ryan nodded, tilting his hat at the man before stepping away and bringing you with him. "best of luck. just not with my girl."
he took you back to the pool table with him where lloyd was laughing at the sight of you. he pressed another kiss to your head.
"did you really have to call him cute?" he asked you.
"decently cute," you reminded with a shake of your head. "i called you particularly attractive, which is an understatement. i just didn't wanna shake the guy's confidence down too much. those boots are doin that enough for him."
ryan laughed. "damn tourists."
carter:
nearly everything carter did reminded beth of how rip was at that age. and nearly everything you did as you consistently visited reminded her of how she was at that age.
it had her worried and excited.
"don't break his heart," she told you one day, cornering you after lunch. "i've been there, i've done that, it's terrible for everyone involved. save yourself the trouble and just snag him now, you know you want him and he wants you. just date, okay? and don't be a bitch later."
the words shocked you, but definitely kicked you into gear. carter was shier than you ever were, awfully polite and gentlemanly as beth had trained him to be, and so you were the one to get him into going to the bar.
"will we even get served here?" he asked, holding your hand as you led him in.
"hell yeah we will," you answered, smiling back at him as you approached the bar. you were quick to pull out your id - a fake one, but one nonetheless - and slide it to the bartender. "an old fashioned please."
"what about me?" carter whispered.
you laughed lightly. "just get your id out, darlin'."
confused but obedient, he pulled out his wallet and was surprised to see a new driver's license in the clear slot he usually kept his in. one that said he was 21.
he held it up as he cleared his throat, catching the bartender's attention. "make that two." he looked back at you. "these any good?"
"i think so," you answered with a shrug. "you ever have bourbon before, or just beer?"
"just beer," he nodded.
"well, hopefully you'll like it," you said with a shrug. "i've seen your dad make them back at the ranch. i'm sure you'll like them."
"oh, he's not my dad," he corrected as the bartender slid them over to y'all.
you furrowed your brows. "really? you look exactly alike."
it was as he was taking his first swig of his drink that you felt someone slide between you and the person sitting next to you, their arm settling on the counter in front of you. you looked up, brows raised as you found a man, definitely in his late 30s, in a nicer shirt than this bar deserved, brand new boots, and what looked to be a cross between dress pants and jeans. interesting.
"can i help you?" you asked, his positioning crowding you into your seat even though you didn't move much. this was your bubble, he was the one who had to get out of it.
"just wondering if you had anyone paying for this drink," he said, his hand now on your whiskey as you narrowed your eyes.
carter moved sharply to stand, but settled when you set a hand on his knee, thumb rubbing circles into his jeans. you offered the guy a very thin, very fake smile.
"that's a nice shirt," you said, earning a wider smile from the man. "where'd you get it?" he almost went to answer, but you continued, your next few sentences stringing together in almost one breath.
"oh, well, i bet you don't know since your wife bought it for you. or - is it ex-wife, now? i don't see a ring, but i definitely see that faded tan line from it being there for years and recently taken off. probably because of a very similar situation we find ourselves in now. your wife is at home, with the kids, waiting for you to take her out to a dinner that will never happen because you're here, scoping out for the youngest woman you can find to sloppily sleep with in the back of your brand new honda civic that you convinced yourself and that girl was some new sports car because it's a 'newer model'."
already, he was in shock, staring at you with a scared kind of wonder that for some reason made you so proud.
you continued. "so, either you're here trying to do that again behind your wife's back, or she's already divorced you, which for her sake i hope is the case, because you seem like a pathetic piece of shit who blames his infidelity on being overworked and undersupported when really you're just a pedophiliac horndog who doesn't understand what the word 'no' means."
you took your drink back from him, taking a sip from it as you watched his expression change between shocked, offended, confused, and embarrassed.
"and yes," you added, "i do have someone to pay for my drink."
he gaped at you as you turned away from him, hand still on carter's knee as you grinned into your glass, sipping from it again. he glanced behind you at carter and you knew he wanted to exclaim how carter was a boy and he was a man, but didn't because he didn't know what else you would say.
"you psycho bitch," he muttered. "all i did was offer to pay for your drink."
"yeah, well i'm quite obviously young enough to be the daughter you had when you accidentally knocked up the drum major when you were a junior, so it's still kind of disgusting," you told him, rolling your eyes. "especially when it's so easy to see that the man i'm sitting next to is my boyfriend, or at the very least, someone else who is paying for my drink because we got them to us at the exact same time and my hand is on his knee. so fuck off, dickwad."
and he did, scoffing as he left. carter turned to look at you with wide eyes before he breathed out a laugh.
"you're my favorite person ever," he said. you smiled at him, shrugging lightly.
"i was trained by the best," you hummed.
he smiled at that before giving you a curious look, tilting his head at you. "so, i'm your boyfriend?"
"i'm hoping," you said, smiling back. "i mean, i really like you, and i think you like me. beth told me to get on with it already because why waste time, hence why we're here. i can call you my boyfriend, right?"
"yeah, yeah you can," he said, nodding as he breathed out a laugh.
you were beaming, maybe even blushing as you glanced away for a few moments before continuing conversation. "how's your drink?"
"surprisingly good," he answered. "you have good taste."
your smile softened a bit as you looked at him, nodding slowly. "yeah, i do." you finished your drink in one swig, setting the glass on the counter. "hey, do you wanna get out of here?"
"but, we just got here," he said, furrowing his brows.
"well, i just have this feeling more situations are going to arise that will either warrant me coming up with more speeches like that or you punching a guy square in the nose, and i'm not in the mood for either," you answered, standing and pulling your wallet from your bag.
"hey, no, i pay," he said. he tossed a ten and a twenty on the counter, his hand going to your lower back as he followed you out of the bar.
"hey carter?" you asked as he opened the passenger door to the truck, holding your hand to help you up. he smiled up at you.
"yeah?"
you reached forward, taking his face in your hand and pressing your lips to his gently. he froze for a minute, but stepped forward to reach you better and deepened the kiss as best he knew how, his hands on your waist as he pulled you closer to him.
when you pulled away, he was grinning, "damn."
spencer dutton:
when you and spencer left for africa, neither of you were fully prepared for the sheer amount of idiot tourists there would be, both on and off the safaris spencer went to go rescue.
most times, you accompanied him on his little adventures that were the hunts, him wanting to keep you close and you wanting to stay out of the city. but, for one fateful leopard chase, he'd told you to stay back at the lodge, which ended up being the right decision. you met back up with him in nairobi, where you'd stayed, and were sat at the bar waiting for him.
now, when a lady was without her man, other men noticed.
and the british men in africa noticed.
"no, thank you," you said with a polite smile as the tall, british man at your side told the bartender that he would pick up your tab. "i've got it taken care of."
"no, my lady, i insist," he said, helping himself to the seat at your side. he turned to the bartender then. "it'll be on mine. and i'll have a sidecar, please."
"a brandy man," you said, raising your brows as you sipped on your glass.
he chuckled, nodding as he then eyed your drink "yes. and... what it is you're drinking, ma'am?"
you smiled at him as you set your drink down. "whiskey."
"whiskey," he repeated. to say he was surprised would be an understatement, his brows raised so high they nearly touched his hairline. he didn't seem put off by it though, a smirk rising to his lips. "very american."
"well, i am american," you answered as you brought the amber drink back to your lips. "and so is my husband."
"and where is your husband?" he asked. there was a certain air to british people that made them seem as if they were always looking out for you and your wellbeing - he did not have it. his smile had shifted as he eyed you and your whiskey and his arm had somehow slid across the bar to nearly be touching yours.
"he's here," you told him, glancing over his shoulder in hopes that spencer would just appear out of the blue. "he's speaking with some coworkers currently."
"ah, a business man," he said with a gruff laugh.
"a hunter," you answered shortly.
his laugh cut short as he watched you with a hanging smirk, waiting for you to laugh and say instead that he was the viscount of hereford or something. but, you didn't. instead, you nodded, smiling as you set your glass against the counter once more.
"yes, he's an awfully good gunman," you continued. "grew up hunting in montana - where we're from. then, he went off to war. and, i mean, surely you've heard war stories about the american armies - they're intense. he learned a lot. it's definitely his area of expertise, shooting, so he does well here."
you felt a hand on your shoulder then, earning a quick check backwards. a smile tugged your lips up as spencer leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, his eyes on the man opposite you.
"you talking about me, darling?" he asked.
"yes, sir, i am," you hummed before turning to smile at the british man. "this is my husband, spencer dutton."
"i've heard about you," he stammered, brows knitted tightly as he stared at spencer. "you're the hunter, the one on the safaris who shoots the maneaters. the american."
"he's been hung up on the american thing," you mumbled to spencer, shooting him a sideways smile and shrug.
"yeah, i am american," spencer said with a bit of a huff. "had to clean up after y'all during the war, so i thought i might as well keep doing it here. just a bit more exotic, being in africa and all."
the guy didn't know really what to say, looking to you for help but you sure as hell weren't about to offer it. spencer's hand rubbed across the expanse of your shoulders, lingering on the exposed skin he could find.
"now, i appreciate you keeping my lady here safe while i was off, but it'd be good of you to move on now," he said, his brows raised as he eyed him.
"yes, of course sir," the guy answered, standing quickly. he looked to you, offering a tight smile as he nodded. "ma'am."
you nodded in return, an amused smile growing on your lips as you turned back to spencer. "it's about time you showed up. i thought you got eaten by that leopard."
"two leopards, actually," he said with a sigh as he sat on the chair next to you. he smiled when he met your eyes, reaching forward to grab the seat of the chair beneath your legs and pulling it towards him, the legs making a dull screeching sound before he stopped you in front of him. "i missed you."
"i missed you too," you answered, smiling as you reached a hand up to cup his jaw and bring his mouth to yours. he was happy to oblige, his hands on your waist as he tugged you to the edge of your seat.
"you're not leaving my sight for a while, baby," he mumbled as he kissed you again.
you laughed, shaking your head when you pulled back. "i reckon we should probably get back to our room then, hun. i wanna hear all about your hunt."
"i got hit on," he told you with a shrug, his grin growing as you raised a brow.
"serious?" you wondered as he stood, taking your hand and stepping back to let you out from between the bar.
"i'll tell you about it in our room," he said with a hum. you held up a hand as you began walking to the door.
"i don't wanna hear it," you said with a shake of your head. "i mean, she was probably right for thinking it-"
"they."
"they?"
"they."
"they were probably right for thinking it, but those things they were likely dreaming up about your cute face? that's my reality, baby. and i'mma make you say a lot of things that have nothing to do with those other ladies."
he laughed thinly, squeezing your hand as you pulled him out into the night air and down towards your hotel. his steps quickened as he moved close behind you, a certain urgency in his tone as he mumbled in your ear. "you never fail to, baby."
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prompt: Day 22- “who did this to you?” ( @ailesswhumptober )
pairing: Rip Wheeler x Wife!Reader
summary: While you’re out in Bozeman finishing up running some errands, you get pulled into a van with three men who take advantage and do horrible things to you
warnings: whump, references to sexual assault, getting the impression that the reader is being stalked, references to rape, kidnapping, crying, established relationship, the reader and rip have an daughter in this fic, reader having a black eye, reader having a busted lip, reader having a red mark on her neck, angst, mention of the train station, mention of picking up a wedding ring from the jewelers, the reader thinking it’s her fault for what happened to her, the three kidnappers wearing masks, the reader getting taken advantage of, mention of whiskey, rip getting protective of the reader, pet names, rip reassuring the reader that it’s not her fault for what happened to her, rip comforting the reader, slight mention of nudity, mention of the reader being in her bra and underwear, tore underwear, bra having dirt marks on it, rip respecting the reader’s feelings. please proceed with caution if you decide to read this. also if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 2.6k+
a/n: as always, thank you @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me! i don’t own any of the pictures in the moodboard above. all credits go to the original creators/owners!
You were currently in Bozeman running a few errands. Bozeman was the closest town to where the ranch was, unlike Billings. Billings was at least two and a half hours from the ranch. Bozeman was only a forty-minute drive away. Plus, you tend to only go to Billings if Rip is with you. This time, he wasn't. Rip decided to stay back at the ranch with your daughter, Evelyn. The two of them decided to start getting the Christmas decorations out since October is going to be over soon. You're the type of family that starts decorating for Christmas once November starts.
The first place you had to go to in Bozeman was the post office. You had to pick up some stamps since you don't have any, and you know you’re going to need them since the holidays are approaching since most likely, you’re going to have to mail out Christmas presents to your family members who live in other states besides Montana.
When you entered the post office, there weren't many people in line waiting to either drop off a package or preps to pick one up, or even to buy stamps. It was probably because it was a Friday afternoon and the majority of people were still at work, and not out running errands.
Once you received your stamps, you headed out of the post office and over to the next place that you needed to go. You had to head over to the local jewelers to pick up Rip’s wedding ring. You and him send it to the jewelers for it to be cleaned since it’s been a while since it was last cleaned.
“How can I help you?” the young woman asked you when you walked into the jewelry shop.
“Hi,” you greeted the worker. “I’m here to pick up a ring that was sent in last week to be cleaned.”
“What’s the name?” she asked you.
“It’s Y/N Wheeler.”
After you told the worker your name, she headed back to get Rip’s ring. While you were waiting for her. You admire the jewelry that was displayed in the glass case that was right where you were standing. While you were doing that, you just had an uneasy feeling come over you. It felt like someone was perhaps watching you. You looked around the jewelry store to make sure no one was there, and that your mind was just playing games with you. While you scanned the place, you didn't see anything out of the ordinary. You didn't see if anyone could be stalking you.
“Here you go, Mrs. Wheeler,” the worker smiled. She came back from the back room with a small box. The small box had Rip’s wedding ring in it. “Would you like a small bag for it?” she asked you.
“No, I’m good,” you shook your head. ‘Thank you though.”
You placed the ring into your purse and headed to the next place that you needed to go. You had to go to the local beauty store to buy more face lotion since you ran out of it this morning. The beauty store was a family-owned business too. You have been shopping at the store for as long as you can remember.
When you entered the store, you grabbed a basket. Yeah, you just need to get one thing, but still. You won't be surprised if you end up buying other beauty products that you come across in the store. You headed over to the aisle where the face lotions were, so that you could get that out of the way. While you were looking at all of them, you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye, standing a few feet away from you. You didn't know that besides the owners being in the shop, there was someone else shopping, besides you. You did notice though that the guy looks very familiar, but you can't exactly figure out why he does. You just brushed the situation off and went back to shopping.
In the end, you did end up spending quite some time in the beauty shop. You did end up buying more than the face lotion that you needed to. You ended up buying some new fragrances of perfumes that were on sale, a new cologne fragrance for Rip, a new bottle of bubble bath soap for Evelyn, and a new bottle of body wash for Rip since he was running low on the one that he had back at home.
The owner’s wife, Lucy, was checking you out. While she was, the two of you were having small talk with each other. It felt so nice talking to her. You always have the greatest talks with her when you do. You were updating her about Evelyn. Lucy has always considered Evelyn as her own niece. Also while you were getting checked out, and having your small talk with Lucy, that’'s when you noticed the guy again. This time he was off to one of the aisles looking at the different gel products for men. You thought that it was odd that he was in the same area as you again.
“I’m sorry, sir. Do I know you from somewhere?” you decided to ask the man. You just had to ask him that question. You needed to know why he looked so familiar to you.
The man turned his attention towards the register where you were at, “No ma’am,” he shook his head with a small smile plastered on his face. “I’m actually new to the area.”
For some reason, you really didn't believe the guy. You weren't gonna tell the guy that though. If you did, that would most likely not turn out good. “Oh! You just look very familiar to me, that’s why,” you explained to him.
“I guess I just have a familiar face then,” he lightly laughed.
“I guess so,” you awkwardly smiled. You started to get that same uneasy feeling that you got when you were at the jeweler's shop. Lucy must have noticed that you started to look uneasy as she bagged up the items that you bought.
“Hey. Are you alright?” she asked concernedly.
You turned your attention back to her. “Yeah, I’m alright,” you played it off.
After you paid for your items and exchanged your goodbyes and headed out. You are done with your errands now. You put the bag from the beauty store in your car, so you don't have to carry it with you while you head over to the coffee shop. You just decided to walk over there since it was only a couple of buildings down. Once you get your iced coffee, you’re planning to head back to the ranch.
While you were walking down the sidewalk, heading to the coffee shop. You had to cross a small alley to get to the other side. You were about to do that when suddenly a van cut you off and blocked you from being able to get to the other side.
“What the…,” you mumbled to yourself. Before you could go around the back of the van to get to the other side of the sidewalk. Someone in a mask opened up the side door of the van and grabbed you. You had no time to react at all. The person closed the door once you were in. There was another person in a mask too in the back of the van with the one who grabbed you. Then there was the driver who even had a mask on. They were definitely wearing masks, so they could keep their identities hidden.
“What should we do with her?” the person who grabbed you asked the driver.
“You know what to do with her,” the driver said.
You knew that voice. It was the guy’s voice, the one you talked to back at the beauty shop. You were starting to wonder why he and the two men with him had kidnapped you. Did they have something against John Dutton? Did they want to buy the Yellowstone Ranch even though it’s not for sale? You just had so many questions running through your head.
The two men started getting closer to you. You tried your best to scoot into the corner of the van, but you know that it’s not going to solve anything. “Stay away from me, please,” you pleaded. Tears started to roll down your face.
——-
It must have been an hour at least being in the van with those kidnappers. The things that they did to you were horrible. You felt very vulnerable and disgusted. You just wanted to be back home already, but sadly, you weren't. You had to drive back home. You know that you shouldn't. You know that you should Rip to pick you up, but you don't have the energy to explain over the phone what happened to you. You would rather just explain in person, if you can even find the right words to do so.
On the drive back to the ranch, your mind was racing. Your brain wouldn't stop replaying what happened in the van with the three men. You wanted to cry, scream, punch something, etc. You just wanted to turn off your brain and forget what happened to you.
———
When you pulled up to your home on the property of the Yellowstone Ranch. You weren't sure how exactly to feel. You weren't sure if you should feel relieved that you were home. Or feel nervous since you are wondering how Rip is going to react/feel about what happened to you? You turned off your car and just got out. You couldn't care less now about your purse and the bag from the beauty store. You just wanted to get the clothes that you were wearing off your body.
When you approached the front door, you started to shake as you put the key in to unlock it. Once it was unlocked, you stepped into your home and closed the door behind you. You saw that Rip was sitting on the couch facing the fireplace with a whiskey glass in his hand. You didn't see Evelyn anywhere in the living room with him. She either must be taking a nap or hanging out with Teeteer somewhere on the ranch property. Rip must have heard the door open and close since he turned his attention towards you.
Rip’s smile just disappeared from his face. It seemed like he just saw a ghost. Without any hesitation, Rip quickly placed his whiskey glass onto the coffee table and headed over to you. “Who did this to you?” he asked you. He saw that you had a black eye, a busted lip, and a red mark on your neck. He took a step closer to you. He wanted to get a closer look at your injuries.
“Stay back,” you stepped back. You wanted comfort from your husband, but you weren't in the right headspace for that due to what just happened to you.
When you said that to Rip, it just broke him. Whoever did this to you. It must have hurt you very badly. “Okay,” Rip just nodded his head. “Who did this to you?” he asked you again. Rip wanted to get angry about your situation. It wasn't the right time for that though.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “It was three masked men.” You started crying again. “One man grabbed me and put me in the back of the van. Then him and his two buddies did horrible things to me,” you said through tears.
“I’m gonna find these fuckers,” Rip mumbled loud enough for you to hear him. Rip wasn't sure how he's going to, but he’s gonna find a way to. The three men are going to pay for what they did to. Rip doesn't care if the men have to end up at the train station. The three men don’t know who they just messed with.
“Are you sure?” you asked.
Rip was about to take a step back, but then he remembered that you wanted some distance between you and him. You noticed that he had done that though, and so you slightly nodded at him, signaling that you were okay now with him being a little closer to you. “I’m very sure, honey,” he nodded his head.
The way the word honey sounded when Rip said it to you. It made you feel a little bit better. Rip somehow knew that you needed to hear him calling some sort of pet name in this situation.
You just nodded at what Rip said. “I need to change,” you sorta changed the subject. “I just want to get out of these clothes. “I don’t want them on me any longer,” you sniffed. You have calmed down from the crying that you were just doing not too long ago.
“Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart,” Rip spoke to you softly. As much as Rip wanted to lash out, because of what happened to you. He can’t. That’s a side of him that you don't need to see at the moment. You just needed to see the comforting and soft side of him right now. “I’ll be here back on the couch if you need anything,” Rip said as he walked back to the couch and sat down.
You just nodded your head at your husband and then headed down the hall to your shared bedroom. You stripped off your clothes once you entered your bedroom and threw them in the trash can that you and Rip have in the bedroom. If you kept those clothes, you would just remember the horrible moments that happened to you while you wore them. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror that’s in the corner of the bedroom. Your bra and underwear were dismantled. You had some dirt marks on your bra and your underwear had a medium-sized tear on the waist part of it. You wrapped your arms around your body and looked down at your face. Tears started to roll down your face again.
“Hey, you’re okay, honey. I’m right here,” Rip spoke softly. He must have heard you start to cry while he was in the living room. He led you to the edge of your shared bed and had you sit down. He took a seat next to you.
“Why did this have to happen to me?” you cried into his arms. Rip wrapped his arms around you.
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “It’s not your fault at all though. Okay?”
“Okay,” you slightly nodded your head. You unwrapped yourself from Rip’s arms and headed over to your dresser. Just like the clothes you wore earlier, you wanted to take off your bra and underwear too. Before you slipped them off to change into a new pair of underwear and clothes, Rip actually turned his head the other direction. It’s not that he wanted to look at you. It’s because he respects your feelings and knows that it’s actually not the right time to look at you in a time like this. Once you tossed the bra and underwear into the trash can, and changed into pajamas. You went back to the edge of the bed where Rip was.
“I’m going to help you get through this, sweetheart,” Rip promised. Rip is going to keep his promise. He’s going to help you get through this horrible incident. He’s not leaving your side anytime soon.
Headcanons for Rip Wheeler with a sweet, gentle, kind SO who is a ray of pure sunshine (gender neutral, SFW):
You are the opposite of Rip in every way possible.
He's gruff and doesn't talk much.
You're bubbly, all sweetness and light.
He wears the same basic sets of clothes - black shirt, jeans, dusty boots.
You are a rainbow of color on any given day.
Rip only smiles for you.
But you have a smile ready for anyone you pass on the street.
Rip intimidates the hell out of people by his presence alone.
You are warm and friendly and people are just drawn to you like a bee to honey.
If Rip is honest, it scares the shit out of him that you are so trusting and soft-hearted. This world is not kind or gentle. He has seen first hand how kindness like yours gets put through a meat grinder.
He would never dream of changing anything about you. Ever.
But he does attempt to toughen you up a little. Just so you're a little better protected and prepared.
It doesn't stick though.
Because there you are, stopping traffic in the middle of town to rescue an abandoned kitten from the middle of the road.
He just wishes you would be a little more cautious, instead of blindly seeing the good in everyone all the time.
When he tries to explain that, you wrapped your arms around his middle and grinned up at him.
"That's why I have you, tough guy. You're my big, scary, guard dog who keeps me safe."
He likes the sound of that.
On very rare occasions, you and Rip butt heads. Because your perspectives are on total opposite ends of the spectrum.
Rip HATES arguing with you.
He's willing to take on anyone else and fight with them at the drop of a hat.
But not you. Never, ever you.
In the middle of a heated argument, he grits out with a growl, "You're being fucking naive."
A dead silence settles over the room.
The flicker of hurt in your eyes cuts him to the core.
He doesn't give a shit that he's right. He knows he could have said it better.
But your beautiful brilliant butterfly demeanor is already bruised, and you turn away, walking out to get some fresh air.
At first, Rip gives you space to cool off. Even though it kills him a little bit.
When he starts looking for you, he can't find you. Which eats him alive.
Nearly two hours later, he finds you dozing in the hay loft in a patch of sunlight with that damn kitten you rescued.
It's clear from your puffy, bloodshot eyes that you've been crying, which makes him sick with guilt.
"I'm sorry, honey," he says gently, pulling you close as he sits next to you. "Didn't mean to bite your head off like that."
You sniff and lean into him, even though you still feel a little tender.
"I know you're just worried about me," you whisper, threading your fingers with his.
You always decorate your home for every holiday.
To Rip, one day is just like any other, and he shakes his head fondly when you're tangled up in Christmas lights on the living room floor, working out the knots.
Or covering every inch of the house in paper hearts for Valentine's Day.
Or diligently concentrating as you smother cupcakes in green icing for St. Patrick's Day, and somehow, there is green icing in your hair??? and sprinkles covering every. single. surface. of the kitchen too???
Rip really doesn't give a shit about holidays or decorations, but it makes you happy. So, begrudgingly, with a long, weary sigh, he will insist that no, absolutely fucking not, you are not climbing that goddamn ladder to put up those fucking Christmas lights, honey, you'll break your fucking neck, so he'll get one of the ranch hands to do it instead.
In summer, you drag him outside to star gaze (he usually falls asleep within an hour though), rambling about constellations and supernovas and meteor showers as you're cuddled up to him in the cool night air.
He doesn't really have a clue what you're babbling about.
But you're content, warm, and safe beside him. That's all he cares about.
