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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 1 year

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A few headcanons for a relationship between Rip Wheeler and a shy, quiet, introverted fem!reader:

Protective!Rip dialed up 10000%

Walker ain’t even allowed to LOOK at you, much less speak to you beyond “yes ma’am” and “no ma’am.”

Whenever you go into town, Rip insists he goes with you, or he sends someone with you. He doesn’t like you going alone.

When things get rough on the ranch, he insists you stay in the cabin where it’s safe.

Rip tries really, really hard not to bring work home with him. But sometimes, it happens. And when it does, he’s clipped and cranky and there’s just this thundercloud hovering over him.

When he accidentally barks at you, and he sees you flinch, withdrawing away from him, he knows he messed up big time.

He’ll give you space and take that time to calm down. Then he’ll kiss your forehead and apologize for snapping at you.

One of his favorite things in the world is coming home to see you sitting on the porch, waiting for him.

Sometimes, you feel a little bad because he’s so tough and you’re not. But whenever those doubts slip out, Rip insistently shakes his head and he’s very happy to see that you manage to stay soft in a world that is unkind.

It’s a common occurrence when you’re talking to someone - in town, a ranch hand, etc - that Rip will be standing behind quiet, shy little you, while he’s back there glaring daggers and looking intimidating as a bear.

You are literally the only person on earth who can tease him about it and get away with it.

“Did you do your mean face?”

He just raises his eyebrows slightly, amused. “My what now?”

“Your mean face. That expression you use when you don’t want people lookin’ twice at me.”

You attempt to mimic him - puffing yourself up, putting on a stern face, narrowing your eyes - and it’s a rare thing to make Rip Wheeler laugh but you manage it.

Most of the time, Rip appreciates how shy and quiet you are.

And then there are other times, where it scares the hell out of him. You couldn’t hurt a fly but the world he knows, the world he exists in every day, could snuff you out as easily as a breath of wind on a candle flame. So he worries about you quite a bit.

And on very rare occasions, you and Rip butt heads about your differing perspectives.

He will always choose the gruff, direct, blunt route. To you, this is brash and comes across as callous.

You will prefer the sensitive, tactful option. To him, this is pussy-footing around the issue and it’s better to just deal with it.

Sometimes, you never truly reach a middle ground because you’re both so different. But you love each other like crazy so you agree to disagree.

You rarely set foot in the bunkhouse. Ever. It’s noisy and loud and Rip absolutely does NOT encourage you to go in there.

But you’re curious about it too because he spends a lot of time there. It’s such a big part of his life, alongside the ranch hands.

Ryan and Lloyd pester Rip about bringing you around so they can finally get to know this girl he’s gone soft for.

When Rip continually says no, Ryan and Lloyd tag-team you, inviting you to play some cards and have some fun on a Friday night.

When you show up, you realize you are leagues outside of your comfort zone. But Rip is glued to your side, shooting threatening looks at everyone to be on their best behavior while you’re around.

But as you warm up, the other ranch hands take a liking to you. Your quiet ways are refreshing in a boisterous bunkhouse of loud cowboys.

You’ll quickly learn how to speak up to be heard as they become more comfortable around you. It doesn’t take long before you start trash-talking like the best of them.

After that, the ranch hands have practically adopted you and they’re eager to show you how to rope, ride, etc.

Rip would rather not repeat the experience. Meanwhile you have a little extra bounce in your step.

“They liked me!”

He laughs softly and touches your cheek. “Of course they did, honey. Why wouldn’t they?”

You shrug and snuggle under his arm.

“Guess I just always thought I wasn’t tough enough for you, that’s all. That was fun though. We should do it again.”

Rip hums and shakes his head, brushing a kiss to your temple.

“That would mean I’d have to share you again, darlin’, and I ain’t makin’ a habit of that.”

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heartshapedmisery · 1 year

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𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 ( 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 ) | kayce dutton

summary ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ in which the reader and kayce develop a bad case of sexual tension, and a night of line dancing and drunken confessions lead to unexpected possibilities.

warnings ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ MINORS DNI ( 18+ ) language, graphic smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), praise k!nk, riding, dirty talk, creampie / breeding k!nk, mentions of masturbation (m&f), hat k!nk (if that’s even a thing lol), somewhat rough!kayce, if i missed anything, please tell me!

pairing ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ kayce dutton x f!reader

author’s note ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ lowkey love their dynamic , i had so much fun writing this if you know what i mean ;) lmk what you think! <3

publishing date ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ january 7th, 2023 | © HEARTSHAPEDMISERY

Ever since you had first stepped foot on Dutton Ranch, you couldn’t ignore the incandescent feelings you had developed for your boss’s son, Kayce. From his charming cowboy looks to his talent when it came to wrangling cattle, you couldn’t seem to get enough.

For a long time, you thought the feeling was only one-sided. Given he had just broken up with his ex-wife, Monica, and was in the process of raising their son, you didn’t think he was looking to be in any kind of relationship, which you understood. But, that didn’t put a stop to your deep-rooted feelings for him.

But, it seemed as your entire perspective on the man flipped on its head the night Mr. Dutton had treated all of his ranch-hands to a night out on the town as a thank you for all of the hard work. The group had decided on riding up to a honky-tonk bar just outside of Bozeman, which according to Rip, was the only place left for real cowboys. So, it was settled.

It had been just after dark when you all gathered around outside the bunkhouse, sorting out who was riding with who when you heard your name called out in the distance.

“Y/N!” it was Kayce, standing in-front of his old red box truck with a lazy smile, his keys in one hand and his cowboy hat in the other placed over his chest.

You weren’t sure why he had singled you out specifically, you weren’t extremely close, or else you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. But, you weren’t complaining.

With a quick look around to see everyone else chatting and climbing into trucks, you started towards him with a sheepish but confused smile on your face.

“Hey, Kace,” you let the nickname roll right off your tongue, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear gently as you stood on the opposite side of the truck, leaning over on the hood to get a good look at him.

“You want a ride up?” he offered sweetly, running his calloused fingers through his dark hair and placing his hat neatly on his head. He had dressed up for the occasion, ditching his beat-up barn jacket and dusty jeans for a nice, maroon henley and a brand-new pair of Wranglers to go with his same old boots.

He looked good.

“Sure, if your offering one,” you laughed lightly, to which he smiled and gestured towards the truck.

“Climb on in.”

You didn’t remember much of the ride, only the soft hum of the radio playing an old country station, filling in the space between the two of you when you weren’t talking.

“Oh, I love this song!” you laughed, twisting the old knob to turn up the volume for the both of your to hear. Kayce only laughed, watching giddily as you began to belt out the song, occasionally singing directly to him, unironically.

“You and me go fishin’ in the dark, lyin’ on our backs and counting the stars . . . “

You knew the song like the back of your hand, and you somehow got him to sing it with you after his minimal protests prior.

“Where the cool grass grows!” you sang together, laughing fondly at the moment you were sharing. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling out of the corner of his eye, taking his eyes off the road every other second to get a good look at you.

When you finally made it to the bar, the placed was packed wall to wall. Everyone else had made it there before you, Kayce’s truck taking the last parking spot in the lot.

Before you could even think about opening your door, Kayce was already hopping out of the truck and running around the front to open your door for you, offering his hand for you to hold as you climbed out.

“Why, thank you kind sir,” you joked, grasping his hand for a moment and looking up at him with your eyes full of admiration.

“Your welcome, m’lady.” he responded, pretending his best attempt at a bow before letting go of your hand and walking towards the bar with you. You would never admit it, but you couldn’t help but love the way the silly nickname had fallen so easily from his mouth, almost as if it were habit. You could definitely get used to it.

“You ready to get your line-dancin’ on!” Teeter seemed to come out of nowhere with Colby, meeting the two of you at the doors with everyone else close behind. Her thick southern accent sounded funny when excited, almost like she was yelling at you, but you simply laughed and nodded.

You knew this would be a night to remember, you could feel it.

The loud, boisterous noise of some overplayed country song bombarded you as you walked in, the low lighting paired with the neon collection of beer signs enveloping you with a certain warmth you couldn’t help but love.

"I'm gonna get us some drinks," Kayce shouted over the music, pointing towards the bar before heading in it's direction. You simply smiled and watched as he walked away, only before a certain blonde made her way over to you with a sly smile on her face.

"You like him, don't you?" It was Beth, Kayce's harsh yet protective older sister who you hadn't really known that we'll. You'd spoken small talk here and there, but it was never anything personal.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, your voice light with nerves.

"I've seen the way you look at him, baby. Don't lie to me." She laughed, taking a swig of her beer in hand. She had already sent Rip off for another, wanting to get a few in before they hit the dance floor.

"Yeah, but it's not like that." You told her sheepishly, it sounded so pathetic you couldn't even believe the words coming out of your own mouth.

"Why not?"

"Because, I don't want to mess anything up. If I tell him and he's not interested, I'd have to leave the ranch. I wouldn't be able to handle that awkwardness." You told her truthfully. It was the only thing holding you back.

Before she could counter what you were saying, Kayce and Rip appeared with drinks in hand, looking as dazzling as ever.

“Why, thank you babe,” Beth told Rip as she took the cold beer from his hand and lead him towards the dance floor, shooting you a knowing look that seemed to go straight over Kayce’s head.

“Thanks.” your gratitude was more dull and less sultry, an awkward sense falling between the two of you. Thankfully, the slower dance song playing over the loud speakers of the joint cut off and a faster pace song took it’s place, and you practically giggled when you saw Kayce’s eyes light up.

“Now, this is my song,” he laughed, subconsciously grabbing your hand and pulling you along behind him and joining everyone else on the floor.

The satisfying sound of boots hitting against the wood floors to the beat of the song made you smile as the two of you joined in, catching onto the dance quickly.

“ Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose . . . “

Laughter bubbled around you as everyone had a good time, dancing and singing along together as if it was their last night on Earth.

“Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees!”

You seemed to dance all night long, not stopping until it was well into the night and everyone decided to start making their way back to the Ranch, since it was starting to get around closing time and everyone had to get up early in the morning.

After a long line of drinks, Kayce had you propped up with his arm slung around your waist and your arm snug around his neck, leaning into him as the two of you walked out together and bid goodbye to everyone in a drunken stupor. Well, you did. Kayce was stone-cold sober, since he had to drive back.

“Kayce, you big stud!” you laughed, hanging all over him as he tried his best to maneuver you into the truck but having no luck as you clung onto him for dear life.

“That’s me, honey,” he played in, quoting the iconic movie line.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever!” you had no control over your words at this point, it was purely the alcohol talking now. There was no way in hell.

Kayce didn’t seem to think much of it on the car ride home, given your drunken state. He would be right, but what he didn’t realize until he pulled into the driveway of the foreman’s house on the ranch, was that he enjoyed it.

He had always felt something there when it came to the two of you, but everything with Monica and Tate was taking over practically his entire life, trying to figure out to co-parent the best they could. He just wished it didn’t control his every decision.

“All right, let’s get you to the bunkhouse,” Kayce sighed, opening the door to help you out. You had sobered up a little, but still stumbled and slurred a bit every now and then.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, subconsciously wrapping your arms around his waist and stopping him from walking you out to the bunks. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nod. “Me too.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as the universal sound of nature surrounded you, closing in on you as you stared up at him with big, wondrous eyes. You hesitated for a moment, letting your gaze fall to his lips before bringing them back up to his eyes. It was now or never.

His lips were already on yours before you even registered what was happening, his hand hand snug around your waist pulling you into him as the two of you fell back against the truck, devoting yourselves to the kiss.

You pulled away for a moment, panting as your emotions seemed to overtake you. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck, playing at the short hairs peeking out of the rim of his hat, until suddenly, you got an idea.

Carefully, you placed your hand on his hat and pulled it from his head, placing it on your own with a sly smile. Something changed in his eyes when you looked at him, a look of lust overtaking his features.

“You know the rule about that, don’t you?” he said barely above a whisper, his lips ghosting over yours as you nodded slowly. You were in for it now.

Without a word in warning, he quickly hooked his hands behind your knees and pulled your legs around his waist, securing you closely to his chest before and carried you around the truck and into the house, making you giggle uncontrollably.

Your mouth was on his the second you got in, his hand reaching down to your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze as he walked you over to the couch and sat down with you perched atop his lap.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine as he hands continued to roam. “When I lay awake at night, thinking about how good you would feel.”

His seductive words were sobering you up, you were starting to become impatient. You needed him.

You hurriedly helped him rip his shirt over his head, leaving his hair a mess as he clumsily played at his belt buckle to undo his jeans and shimmy them down his legs and kicking them off onto the floor.

“I’ve thought about you too,” you admit as you stand up, your fingers playing at the buttons of your jeans as you began to strip as well. “When everyone’s asleep in the bunkhouse and I can’t help but slip my hand past my panties, thinking about how you would touch me. How good you would make me feel.”

You could see a tent form in his boxers as your spoke, and he found himself struggling to wait as you finished stripping your clothes until you were down to your lacy lingerie and climbed back onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve had to hold my hand over my mouth so I didn’t wake anybody up. It was torture.” A low groan escaped from his chest, his hands holding your hips down onto his crotch to get some sort of friction.

“Your killing me, baby,” he sighed, his head falling back on the couch as your began to roll your hips, using your free hand to hold onto his should while the other held his hat on your head, and Kayce swore he could’ve came just at the sight.

“Then we might as well get to it then, hm?” you hummed, reaching your hand down to free him from his boxers, pumping him in your hand slowly, his muscles tensing underneath of you. His tip was a deep pink and leaking with precum, running messily down the side of his shaft, your thumb collecting it and rubbing it over his tip, the sound of his breath hitching satisfactory to your ears.

Though you still wanted to torture him a little more, you could tell he was getting impatient and eager to feel you, so you didn’t hesitate to pull the crotch of your panties to the side and hover over him momentarily before finally sinking down.

A low groan escaped his chest, small pants falling from his mouth as he held your gaze with his, your hips slowly falling into a comfortable rhythm atop his lap. The grip around your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your supple skin, sure to leave a mark.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he told you, his hand climbing up your back to pull you closer to him, his forehead falling to your collarbone as you continued to move. The warmth of his skin enveloped you, heightening the pleasure that grew bigger and bigger in your stomach. At some point, his hat fell off your your head, watching it tumble to the floor as he raked his fingers through your hair and gave it a good tug, earning a moan from your chest.

“Oh my god,” you chanted over and over, breathless and overwhelmed by the man beneath you. your hips began to lose control as he secured his muscular arm around you and began to ram his hips up into you, fucking you into an oblivion as you began to feel your high take over.

“You fuck me so good, Kace,” you admitted through wanton moans. “I love it.”

Your words seemed to push him over the edge, his rhythm coming to a halt as he stood up from the couch with your legs still wrapped around him and laid you down when he sat, before beginning his movements at a faster and harder pace.

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like this?” he grunted in your ear, holding your body close to his with such passion and lust your brain was foggy. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, his pleasureful moans invading your brain.

“Yes, Fuck!” you practically screamed. Your hands clawed at his toned back, your nails trailing down his skin to leave harsh red marks in their wake. You didn’t realize in the moment, but you had drawn blood in the heat of your pleasure that possessed you blindly.

“God, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his head falling to the crook of your shoulder once more. You almost didn’t hear his words, your mind too distracted by your own high that you so desperately needed to reach.

“Fuck it into me, Kayce,” you pleaded. “Fill me with your cum.”

He tipped over the edge at your words, his hips rutting into you recklessly as the two of you reached your high together as one, a sense of euphoria bursting in your chest mixed into your cries of pleasure.

The warm feeling of his release filling you made you ecstatic, the sticky substance beginning to pool out of you and staining the inside of your thighs.

His hips began to still, and your chest began to fall up and down heavily, tired and pleased as you laid beneath him lazily.

“Fuck,” you laughed, your hand palming his bicep next your head you he looked down at you with a wide smile and heavy eyes. He had never seen a more beautiful sight, your bare chest and tousled hair beneath him. Something he couldn’t even begin to dream of.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Fuck.” He felt the need to tell you everything. To tell you how he had full in love with you since the moment you stepped foot on the ranch, how he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even when he was still with Monica.

Before he could speak, a hard knock fell at the front door. The two of you looked at each other, you knew this couldn’t be good.

“Kayce? I need to talk to you.” A voice said on the other side of the dark mahogany door.

Monica.

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