#silverfox!cowboy x mail order!reader

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Can we see Curtis/bride smut? Or some fluff?

His hands were rough from his years of working with them, from the years he had laboured to build this entire paradise tucked in the rolling hills and clutches of the mountains. Curtis’ hands were rough, but his touch was gentle and loving as he caressed your bare back from your shoulders to the curve of your ass.

He kept you clutched against him, shifting you only when necessary to get you comfortable to the girth that filled you and the stretch of your walls around him. Your hands on his shoulders helped brace you, your eyes were captivated by his own. He was staring up at you with his crisp and crystalline blue eyes that pierced you with intensity and warmth, and you found yourself unable to breathe momentarily from the hold he had on you.

Curtis had only come back an hour before, he had been gone to deal with an auction for a few horses he had raised from foals and had come back with three in exchange. He had settled them in the barn and returned to you with a fire burning between you two that had led to this here, the moment where you had wholly given in to the other for the first time since you had arrived.

There had been moments of pleasure, the soft opening to your sexual relationship as well as your emotional one, but this was new. This was the first time you had been joined together in your marriage bed. It was the first time you had felt the girth and length of his cock, the heaviness of his balls against your ass.

“Move when you’re ready, this is all up to you.” Curtis had raised a hand from your back to brush the hair off your shoulder and then he leaned forward to place soft open mouth kisses against your skin. “This is all up to your pace.”

Your head lolled back when he trailed his lips down your shoulder to your collarbone and further, his lips tracing a clear path to your left nipple. His lips had parted and he had brushed his tongue against your hard nub as you sighed his name and slowly rocked your hips. The feel of his cock inside your warm pussy was something you knew you could have grown addicted to, the stretch of your walls around him and the sensation of being full was immensely pleasurable.

You weren’t a virgin by any means, but Curtis’ size was bringing some discomfort as you tried to adjust. You had sex with men before, you’d been fucked and screwed but none of them felt like this. None of the men your age that you’d been with had felt this good. Even before you and Curtis had gotten to this point, there was something about his hands on your body, his tongue tasting your flesh that had put the rest to shame.

Curtis knew what he was doing, he had proven to you that all those other sexual experiences were nothing compared to what he could do. He was a man; they were boys.

“Move your hips, sweetheart.” His voice was muffled against your breasts and the hand he held on you had guided you.

Curtis guided you to start riding his cock, every gentle and subtle movement was electrifying. Your hands had gripped his shoulders and your lips were parted with endless whines and whimpers as you ground your cunt on his cock. His thick head was penetrating your spongy walls, his lips had been teasing and lapping at your nipples.

“Good girl, you’re my good girl,” Curtis whispered against your breasts, he whispered against your flesh as he bucked his hips and fucked up into you. “My sweet wife, my sweet girl.”

“Curtis, fuck…” Your head lolled, your back arched when he lifted you with one hand and pulled you back down, the angle of his cock hitting a spot in your pussy that had previously gone untouched. “God, it feels so good…

“Cum for me, cum for me honey.” Curtis watched you raise your hips, his pleasure groans falling from his lips after he had laid back down and watched his cock sink back into your seeping cunt. Your pleasure was translated into sweet wet juices that had begun to coat the two of you, your hot pussy still clenching his shaft as the head of his cock twitched.

“I’m…” you shuddered and removed your hands from his chest and placed them behind you on his thighs, gyrating on his cock as your breathing became more erratic. “I’m going to cum….”

“Cum on my cock, cum for me.” Curtis grabbed your hips and yanked your cunt back down on his cock, he had kept you locked onto him while he thrust his hips and ducked you with power and unrelenting desire, holding you steady even while your body had become rigid and you had screamed his name in pleasure, his name falling from your lips in lusty anguish as your first orgasm hit you. “Good, good wife.”

Curtis was unrelenting, he had continued to fuck you through your searing orgasm. He had fucked you until you had fallen back onto his chest, and your cheek rested against his shoulder. He held you, he wrapped his arms around you while slamming his cock in and out of you. There wasn’t a moment's of rest, not that you wanted it, from his powerful thrusts.

“Please…Curtis, I need more. Please-“ He had only pulled out to switch positions, he had only pulled out to gently set you up on your belly while your head rest against the pillow.

“Ass up.” Curtis’ demand was still laced with softness, it was still laced with endearing devotion. “Good girl, you listen so well.”

He slipped an arm around your waist to hold you into place as he pushed his cock back into your pussy. He filled you again and wait, he waited for you to adjust again to him in this position, taking pride when your nails had dug into the bed. When he knew you were ready, he started fucking you from behind, his free hand running up and down your back twice before he dropped it to your ass.

“Feels so good, fuck it feels so good.” You whined, your eyes screwed closed with intense pleasure. “Please, I need more. Please I need-!”

Curtis’ hand smacked against your ass, the slight sting of pain meeting the sweet kiss of pleasure, and he had known you liked it when your cunt squeezed his cock. He had smacked your ass twice more, once before his fingers found and teased your clit, and the second when he had leaned forward and pressed his back against yours.

“Cum with me, cum with me.” Curtis huskily whispered in your ear, he had huskily crooned to you as you bit down on your bottom lip, your body becoming rigid again. “Cum with me, sweetheart.”

He pulled out and slammed back in only once more before he felt the pivotal and last powerful squeeze of your pussy. He met your orgasm with his own, he had met your peak with his throbbing cock. As your sweet cum had started to pool from your cunt, Curtis grunted as he pushed his cock in further, the hot and sticky seed flooding your cunt.

It was moments, maybe it was hours, before he had finally pulled away and observed the flood of his semen dripping from your pussy. He had reacted instinctively and gathered it on his fingers before he had pushed it back into your sweet heat.

“We can’t waste any, baby. It needs to stay in place.”

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It was framed and hung on the wall in your bedroom, the marriage certificate that bared both your names in a vow that bound you. His name was above yours in black ink with his first, middle and last name boldened and textured. Your name was below, a maiden name that you gave up in favour for his.

There wasn’t a ceremony, it was simple and took place in front of a Justice of the Peace. It was you and Curtis in a room with two witnesses, someone he knew, and the exchanging of rings. Curtis was sweet, he was kind and compassionate, he had given you everything you needed to survive here with him.

You were Mrs. Everett now, a woman of the rural community with a man who was passionate and steadfast, who worked with his hands and came home more often than not with nicks on his hand or dirt under his nails. It was a life you never quite anticipated when you were younger and now you couldn’t possibly imagine being anywhere else in the world.

“Evening, Mrs. Everett.” His hands came into the house to discuss an upcoming auction, addressing you with upmost respect and the tip of his hat while he took off his boots.

Curtis was behind him, his plain black hat dampened with raindrops and the cool moisture of the evening air. He had also taken off his boots before stepping too far into the house but instead of following the hand toward the office, he came toward you.

His affectionate response was immediate, his hands upon you in a minute. One hand upon your waist and the other rest against your back, his head tipped and stooping low.

“Evening, darlin.” He crooned huskily, his lips grazing yours as the kiss started light and soothing. You inched forward and slid your hands up his chest, fingers twisting the lapels of his worn coat.

“Its cold out there.” He exhaled against you, warmth radiating from his large hands and broad chest. “You stay warm in here, Mrs. Everett.”

“I will.” You angled your head, slating your lips against his to steal another addictive kiss. “Are you…”

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” Curtis raised his hands to cup your cheek, brushing the pads of his thumbs back and forth over your cheekbones. “I have some business to do but once I’m done, I wanna take you somewhere.”

“A ride? In the rain?”

“In the truck.” His smile was slow but loving. “A date.”

“I’d like that.” You returned the gesture and finally stepped away when he had to go, returning to your task in the living room.

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Is it too late to ask for a drabble for gif #1? The dancing pair makes me think of rancher Curtis with his mail order bride. We haven’t seen them lately. Thank you

“They look happy together,” your voice broke the silence between you both as you danced on the dimly lit floor, “like they are each others whole worlds.”

“It feels familiar.” Curtis’ voice is smooth like Tennessee whiskey, his hand running up and down your back affectionally as you dance.

“Because I’m your whole world?” You hum, resting your head on his shoulder. “Am I your whole world?”

His hand tightens on you, holding you closer as a physical response. He’s afraid to let you go, he’s afraid that you’ll slip through his fingers and if you do it’ll be like waking up from a pleasant dream. To combat his fear, Curtis holds you tightly and he sings along to the music playing, swaying you back and forth as if its your own wedding.

“You are my everything.” He answers verbally, drawing his hand away from your back and choosing to trail his fingertips up and down the back of your arm. “You are everything.”

“Curtis…” you angle your head and look up at him, the ring on your finger is bright and brilliant, it symbolizes a union despite not actually having a wedding yet. “Do you…”

“Curtis, the bride and groom wanna get out of here.” Another groomsmen comes to steal Curtis away from you, as the best man Curtis is gonna send the happy couple off on their honeymoon. “Time for the big send off.”

“Laney’s gonna look after Mrs. Everett, don’t worry.” The groomsmen winks after Curtis’ expression changes, and your husbands place is taken by Laney.

You watch Curtis go, walking with the groomsmen to big the couple their goodbyes, and then you lean against Laney.

“You’re gonna tell him right?” She wonders, handing you a glass of sparkling juice.

“Tomorrow,” you rest a hand on your abdomen and smile, “I’ll tell him the good news tomorrow.”

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Then and now Thursday - Cowboy Curtis and Snowbird. Maybe show them feeling alone for then and for now they're together

Then:

Your apartment was empty, boxes packed up and sorted. You stood in the empty space that you’d once made your own with a sort of wistfulness hanging on the edge of your emotional state. You were going to embark on something new, you were going to move from your bustling city life to the clutches of Montana, set to marry a man you’d never seen in real life.

Images and letters could be doctored, you knew this. You knew that there was no real guarantee that Curtis Everett, your future husband, was or would be as captivating in real life as he was in person.

But you tired of traditional dating, you were tired of men your own age being ungrateful and skeevy creeps. You’d been on one too many dates with the same kind of man, and you were over it.

Your loneliness bred into desperation. Your unrelenting desire to be with someone who wanted you as much as you wanted them had led you to Curtis Everett. A man who was the definition of a silverfox, was going to be your husband.

It was an unnerving process that had you feeling simultaneously anxious and excited.

Curtis Everett was either going to be your best made choice or your greatest regret. Regardless, you were all in.

Now:

“Soft,” Curtis mumbled into your ear, his arms holding you against his body as he hummed, “how can you be so soft?”

“We should get up, we have things to do-“

“No.” He cut you off gently, his lips trailing up and down the back of your neck, his legs intertwined with yours as he breathed you in. “No, we should stay here.”

“Curtis,” you squirmed against him, your hands gripping his forearms as he rocked his hips against you, “we can’t stay in bed all day having sex-“

“Its breeding season, Mrs. Everett.” Curtis’ tone took a sudden and sharp animalistic edge, and you shivered against him. “I have hands out there helping the horses breed, but you…I have to handle you myself.”

“Curtis are you-“ you fell silent, your protest falling to a whine as he pushed his cock inside you, filling you to the brim. “Oh fuck-“

“Yes, snowbird. We are going to fuck. We’re going to fuck until you’re full of my seed.” Curtis began rocking his hips, thrusting into you. “Like I said…its breeding season.”

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If it is okay, cause this pairing was trending here for the past few days - Fix it Friday with cowboy!Silverfox Curtis and his little bride. He is fixing rooftop of the barn, in summer heat and naked from the waist up. Reader comes to check on him and bring him some water. And well, totally accidentally ogle her hot piece of husband 😊

Hands slipped around your waist, and the brush of his lips against your shoulder startled you as you stood at the sink and stirred your coffee and cream.

“Working outside today, sweetheart.” The scruff of his beard was pleasant against your neck and you’d leaned against him with a bum. “The barn’s got a leak, gotta fix the roof.”

“Do you-“ you fell silent when you felt the subtle throb of his strained cock against you, and the airy groan that reverberated in your ear.

“Wish I could stay inside with you, take you back to bed.” Curtis’ voice was husky and gritty, sending heat coursing through you. “What I wouldn’t give to hear you whimpering my name-“

You whined and had begun turning in his embrace only to falter when the front door opened and a voice called into the house. “Mr. Everett, the tools are ready for you.”

Curtis kissed your neck softly before he pulled away, the lack of warmth from his body felt immediately as you had shivered. You turned as he had and rest back against the cupboards, watching him and his hand conversing.

“Morning, ma’am. Gonna be a hot one today, should be a storm brewing.” The hand had tipped his hat in greeting, addressing you with nothing but upmost respect.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” You called after Curtis, catching the look in his eyes before you took notice of his insatiable hunger.

“I’ll be fine, Mrs. Everett. Don’t worry about me.” Curtis had also nod his head, reassuring you before he left with his hand.

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True to the warning, the heat seemed unbearable. You had left the house around a half hour before noon with a basket on your hip and a big jug of water in your other hand, destined for the barn to see Curtis.

As you had stepped outside you had hit a wall of heat, the intense brush of the sun and clear sky had you worried about your husband up on the roof of the barn. Your boots, an old pair you’d taken from him, crunched on the gravel as you made your way from the house around back, the soft swish of your sundress brushing against the back of your thighs.

When you had come upon the barn, you hadn’t seen Curtis anywhere nearby and you’d almost immediately felt the bite of fear. You didn’t know if he had fallen off the roof or if he had been hurt, and a sense of panic began stirring in your belly.

“Sweetheart!” Curtis called your name, waving his black hat above his head from the back of the barn, drawing your attention. “In here, baby!”

You stepped under the cover of the barn and slowly craned your neck up, spying the loft above the lower portion of the barn, and the partially patched hole.

“I was worried about you,” you dropped your gaze and your eyes fell to the state of him being half undressed.

He only wore a pair of jeans that fell low on his waist with that familiar belt and buckle that had almost been a kink in itself. His bare chest and abdomen was on display for you to gawk at, for you to stare at in absolute unhindered lust.

Curtis Everett was older, he was greying and silvering, but damn was he the most attractive man you’d ever seen. His shoulders were broad, his chest was wide and strong with that same strength carried in his abdomen.

“Shit…sweetheart I’m fine.” Curtis laughed under his breath and grabbed your hand when you were close enough, pulling you against him. “You brought me water.”

“And something to eat.” You shivered against him, his hands running up the back of your thighs.

Curtis hummed and slipped his hands beneath the skirt of your dress, his fingers trailing along the curve of your ass. “So good to me, honey. I am starved.”

“Good because-“ Curtis cut you off with a searing hot kiss, leaving you breathless when he pulled away.

“I need a taste of some sweet, delicious cream.” Your eyes drew wider as he dropped to his knees and stared up at you with glee. “Spread your legs baby.”

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Omg there's a video under that sound where a little girl just wants to show off her outfit to her dad and 🥺🥺🥺

Cowboy Curtis and snowbirds child gets their first little cowboy boots and wants to show it off to daddy so so bad, like immediately when snowbird and them come back from the store and Curtis get so excited

Inspired by this sound on TikTok

“Daddy! Daddy!” Your daughter yelled from the side of the truck, running up the steps and into the house.

The sound of her little dark blue heeled cowboy boots thudded against the floor while she looked for him. Her excited giggles and squeals had led you to the kitchen where you found her being twirled by Curtis.

“She loves them,” you spoke about her cowboy boots and hat that she was wishing for, the two would make her almost a complete match for Curtis, “she couldn’t wait to give them her ‘own’ money.”

“You look so beautiful, baby.” He praised her as she talked quickly, almost rambling about the store and the boots she got to try on, the hats that reminded her of him.

“Now I can help you feed the cows and the chickens, the horses-“ she hugged him tightly, humming into his ear. “-love you daddy.”

“I love you too.” He hugged her and kissed her cheek over and over, stirring her giggles. “You are my whole world.”

“She makes me think of you.” You sidled up to Curtis, brushing her hair behind her ears. “She is her daddy’s daughter.”

“Love you mama!” She flew toward you, hanging halfway onto Curtis while reaching to you. “Daddy said we could go for a ride together.”

“After lunch, sweetheart.” Curtis tucked her into his chest again and bounced her lightly. “Go wash up.”

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For the Monday ask picture game(?) How about silverfoxcowboy!Curtis and his mail-order bride (are we still calling her that?) With picture #2?

“Did you have fun today?” His voice broke you from nearly sleeping, the rich honey drawing you closer to him as you lift your eyes and studied his jaw.

“I’ve…started to appreciate how pretty the snow is.” You answered slowly, in your own way, while your head rest against his shoulder.

“You didn’t answer my question.” His chest rumbled against you, his voice filling your ears as you listened to him speaking. “I know you miss California.”

“Its just different.” Your arms tightened around him, your cheek nuzzling his shoulder and neck. “California is…at least the southern part, its warm and sunny. Sandy-”

“Do you want to go back?” Curtis questioned you, quieter than you expected and you lifted your head to look at him.

His arms were stretched across the edge of the tub, his eyes forward with distance reflected in his irises. Was it worry that you saw? Anxiety or anxiousness that you might leave? Was he scared?

“My life is here, I left for a reason. I left…” you stopped yourself, returning your head to his shoulder and inhaling slowly, filling your lungs with air and his natural endearing scent.

“Sweetheart,” he started to drop a hand from the edge of the tub to your back, tracing the edge of your spine with his calluses fingertips, “I don’t want to keep you here-”

“I want to be here.” You cut him off, speaking over him with reassurance. “This isn’t California, I know that. But I’m happy here, I’m happy with you and with this place. With…everything I have, everything you’ve given me.”

“Okay.” His reply was short but you could feel the easement in the one word, you could feel his happiness and relief as he touched you, as he stroked your back with his fingers. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You repeated the word, sighing elated as you nuzzled your cheek against him. “You know…”

You heard the mirth, the small chuckle that escaped his lips when you paused. “What would you like Mrs. Everett?”

“I think maybe the mini-cows are getting lonely. I think we need a third.” You glanced up at him, meeting his steady gaze.

“You let me name whatever cow you wanna buy and we have a deal.”

“Okay.” You smiled slow yet softly. “Deal.”

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I think snowbird is happy to go with Curtis the first time. He’s eager to show her what he does, and she’s eager to learn more about him. She’s heard the other wives talking about it as well. Without a doubt they’re not leaving without some baby goats, a couple alpacas, a miniature cow, and a miniature donkey. 🥰 Snowbird wants to start dying her own wool to knit with, and making goats milk soap.

“I’ve never been to one of these, honestly I’ve never even seen equipment this big.” Coming from California and within concrete cities, you’d never been around farm equipment or any of the tools Curtis used.

“Do you want to walk around here? Or come with me to the other building?” Curtis kept close to you, his hand on your lower back and his broad chest touching your left shoulder, a constant security and affectionate display.

“You’re going to the bull sale?” You turned your head and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his bright gaze and brilliant soft smile. “To buy…cows?”

“Bulls,” Curtis drew his hand under your chin, every endearment bleeding through his gentle touch, “you can wander around here.”

“I’ll meet up with you, then.” You felt your flesh becoming warm under his touch and your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed your cheek before drawing himself away.

“I’ll be in the other building, and I have my phone if you need me.” Curtis reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing it to you with. “Get anything you want, I mean it. Everything or anything.”

You grasped the leather and slipped it into your purse, watching Curtis walk away from you. As he stepped out of sight, you’d taken another look at the piece of farm equipment that towered above your head, and then side-eyed the booths set up around the arena.

“Mr. Everett,” Curtis kept his back to one of the livestock organizers, but a smile broke on his face and he was tempted to chuckle under his breath, “we have the transportation for your cattle arranged but-”

“Mrs. Everett bought some animals?” Curtis reached for the papers held out for him, the documents detailing the health and history of the animals he now had partial responsibility over.

“A few mini-cows, goats, an alpaca-” the assistant spoke and Curtis looked over the list with a lopsided grin.

“A whole zoo,” he let his laugh slip, flipping over the requisition to read the other side, “Mrs. Everett…”

“We can arrange to have them transported or if you’d like to pick them up yourself…well you know…” Curtis nodded his head in agreement and then turned back toward the pen with the few cattle unable to be transported today.

As he waited, Curtis saw you from the corner of his eye. He turned to face you and rest an elbow on the green metal tail, waiting for you to step onto the dirt path and continue toward him.

“I bought some things…” you we’re sheepish, stepping toward him with caution as if you were afraid he’d reacted in anger. “Some animals…”

“Mrs. Everett,” Curtis drew you against his chest, one arm a slipping around your waist and the other removing his hat from his head to place it upon yours, “I wouldn’t have cared if you bought a thousand animals.”

“You wouldn’t?” You preened under his touch, shivering when his lips brushed against yours. “You’re not mad?”

“No, sweetheart!” He fixed his cowboy hat on your head, brushing his hand up and down your back. “I’m glad you had fun. Although I’m going to have to build another pen for you and your critters.”

“You wouldn’t mind? I promise I’ll help.” Your hands snaked up his chest to the lapels of his jacket, fingertips grazing the edge of his jaw.

“I’m looking forward to it, Mrs. Everett.”

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Curtis (cowboy) seeing reader seeing snow for the first time?

A quiet house was something he was used to, he was used to there being little noise before you had arrived and even after it was at a minimum. However when Curtis had paused what he was doing and had set his pen down against the desk he had realized that the house was too quiet.

He thought he would hear the sound of some Netflix show you liked to watch before bed, or the sound of the kettle boiling for you to make tea. He expected there to be the sound of his sweet wife puttering around the kitchen but there was nothing.

Curious, he had pushed his chair back and stood while grabbing his phone and then left the office. Curtis had walked slowly down the hallway to the kitchen, pausing to look around but seeing nothing.

He had taken a few more song strides into the kitchen and looked to the left near the open concept living room and entrance way, finally seeing you standing on the porch. Curtis followed your path and slowly opened the front door to step out with you, the subtle sound not drawing your attention until he spoke.

“Sweetheart, something wrong?” You looked over your shoulder allowing him to see the mug in your hand and one of the warm sweaters he bought you bundled in your arms.

“Sorry, I just…” you turned back and returned your gaze to the snowflakes. “Snow is so beautiful, I’ve never experienced it before. Not really anyway.”

Curtis drew his hand over his chin, feeling the slight of his silver sparkles beard and then he sighed. He had paperwork to finish, a few things to file away after a big auction, but all of that seemed pointless now.

“Do you wanna sit out here and watch?” He raised the question and gained your attention. “I’ll grab a blanket and we’ll sit and watch.”

You were silent, answering him with a nod of your head and the curios glint to your eyes.

You’d never experienced winter, not like what was here in Montana. Curtis would have a lot to tell you, a lot to show you.

“I’ll be back, honey.” He stepped toward and kissed your forehead, his hand cupping your cheeks. “Stay put.”

“Yes.” You nodded, turning back to the white, fluffy flakes. “I won’t go anywhere.”

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Cowboy Curtis and his wife’s first kiss 💋

The gentle stride of his noble stud beneath you was smooth and calm, no urgency in its steps while Curtis rode with you from his property to a small lake nearby. It was one of the beaches that were off the beaten path, one that only locals really seemed to know about yet it promised amazing views and had crisp clear water.

Curtis had done all he could to help you fit in before he even took you on a trail ride, and now three weeks later he was taking you further from the property to his favourite spots.

“You’re going to have a good life here, I’m going to make it good for you. I promise.” He had said as much, he had whispered vows when you signed the legal document and still you’d never kissed.

He was gentlemanly, he was chivalrous and charismatic yet he never pushed beyond your boundaries. Curtis had drawn more intense feelings from you than any ex-boyfriend or potential partner you’d ever had. And still you hadn’t kissed.

“Its not California, but I thought you’d like to spend the day at a beach anyway.” He stopped just before the line of sand, where the trees created shadows and shade for Curtis’ stud. “Its not as fine as Californian sand, but I think you’ll like it.”

His hands held your hips tightly as he lifted you from the saddle, his strength holding you securely to his side as you regained movement in your legs. As far as you could see was the breathtaking nature of Montana.

The lake was clear and captivating, waters stretching for what seemed like miles. The beach was empty of people, inviting you and Curtis onto the sandy surface. He let you go ahead of him, watching you walk toward the beach while he removed a blanket and picnic bag, both tucked under the same arm.

“I used to come here a lot when I was younger.” Curtis spoke while you started to rip off your boots and strip down to your bare feet. “Could’ve swam here for hours.”

“Its beautiful.” Instead of palm trees and the intense heat of a California summer, there was a gentle lap of lake water against sandy beaches and the rustle of leaves as a breeze blew through the trees. “Its…wow.”

California was behind you, it was a part of your past although some portion of you missed the beaches and endless summer, this was something entirely different. With mountains in the distance and the nicker of his horse in the trees, it felt like home.

“Curtis-” you turned suddenly, coming to face him as he started setting up the blanket, basket and food.

“Maybe you could be happy here.”

“Curtis,” you spoke his name again, slowly stepping back toward him, “thank you for bringing me here.”

“I want you to be able to appreciate life here.” He stood, reaching for your hand when you were close. “Life can be hard but its good and honest-“

You slipped your arms around his neck and drew him down to your level. Your gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips, your tongue parting from mouth to draw across your lips wetting them.

“Ma’am,” Curtis’ voice was thick like honey, teasing you as he did, “you can’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You questioned softly, quietly. “Why not?”

“Because…” Curtis cupped your chin and raised your head, lips dusting against your own, moving with every word. “…it makes me want to kiss you until time stops.”

Breath hitched in your throat. The kiss started light in a barely there manner and quickly became far more passionate and heated, fuelled by increasing desire and want. Your fingers wove into the hair at the nape of his neck, your toes curled in the sand as your heart started beating synonymously to his.

“You can,” you pulled away, shivering against him, “kiss me until time stops, I mean. I never want this to end.”

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Say someone from Mrs. Everett’s past comes for her. Is he gonna let her go/tell her to go?

or is he gonna make her stay with him? Or at least tell her that he can’t let her go?

“Tell me not to go.” Curtis can’t look at you, he can’t turn his head because he knows that if he does he won’t be able to stop himself.

And your happiness is worth more than his own. He knows that if he looks at you, into your beautiful eyes he’ll crumble. Like dirt beneath his boots on the path leading to the barn, he’ll become dust under the weight of your eyes.

“I can’t do that sweetheart, I can’t tell you not to go.” His throat burns and he feels his eyes pricked by tears that aren’t shed but are threatening to fall.

“Yes you can! Yes you can tell me, just tell me not to go!” Your footsteps are angry, and your hands are balled by your sides.

You want to hit him, Curtis wants you to him; he wants you to knock sense into him.

“You need to go, honey.” He holds his hat in his hands, fingers deftly caressing the rim as he looks out the window toward the suitcase set on the steps of the front porch.

“You have no choice-” he starts to stand, his stomach filled with dread as he weighs the choice between selfishness and your happiness.

“Give me no choice! Curtis give me a reason to tell them no!” You step toward him, you reach for him and he almost pulls away.

“It’ll only be a few weeks.” Curtis finally looks at you, he finally turns his attention toward you and with a soft yet strained smile he rests his hand upon your cheek. “You’ve been summoned-”

“I can give an exception. You can give me and exemption! I’m needed here, you need me-”

“Baby,” he whispers, just as close to tears as you are, “you’ve got no choice and I-”

“Tell me to stay.” Your family member, the one who came so far to find you, is coming up the stairs and the moment will be over. “Curtis, tell me you need me.”

“I will always need you, I will always have a home for you here-“

“-Y/N, we have to go-” they didn’t step into your bedroom, they didn’t dare enter your space.

“-but I can’t keep you here, my love. I can’t keep you here not when you need to go back to California and you have things to do.” Curtis cupped your cheeks, he tilted your head up to kiss you softly and tenderly.

His lips danced against yours, he inhaled and exhaled everything you were and had. He was breathing you in and giving you a temporary parting.

“My heart beats for you.” He whispered against your forehead, kissing you with every ounce of passion he had. “And I’ll see you when you come back home.”

“Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Everett. I promise it shouldn’t be more than a month to deal with the will.” Your family member called you away, and you stepped back with big fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I love you, I’ll miss you.”

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Day 12 screams Silverfox!cowboy Curtis and wifeys first winter/ Christmas together. He takes her to town after she's pouty about the snow being there so long to show her the local Christmas festival and cheer her up

Christmas Countdown day 12 — attend a winter festival

“I can’t believe it’s still snowing.” He finds himself looking at you from the drivers seat after he parked, his smile meeting his eyes as he gazes at you and listens to you huff again. “I mean I knew it snowed in Montana, but….why so much?”

“Sunshine and sand,” Curtis grasped your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of your knuckles, “you’re a California baby.”

“I really am.” You speak softly, your breath hitching in your throat and your eyes captivated by his. “I didn’t know it snowed for months and months on end.”

“From November to March, sometimes earlier and later.” Curtis had yanked his keys out of the ignition and set them in his pocket, zipping it closed before he even started to open the door. “Come on, snowbird. You’ll freeze sooner in here than out there.”

“Doubtful.” You mumbled, getting out of the vehicle to get a better look at the kind of things set up in town.

From the vehicle you could see the outdoor skating rink that already seemed packed, a few horse teams that were hooked up to wagons to take people on tours of the town, a few burn barrels with fires to keep people warm, and the quintessential Santa Clause photo booth. It was all part of the town’s lead up to Christmas, a festival meant to celebrate the winter months and give people an opportunity to get together in and outdoor setting.

“You’re freezing, sweetheart.” Curtis had yanked his own outer coat off to give it to you, securing it around yourself while you shuddered. “I know it seems impossible but you’ll get used to the Montana cold.”

“Will I? Will I actually or will i become a snowman and melt in the summer?” You drew yourself close to him, not a single protest when Curtis had kissed you silently and brushed his hands up and down your arms. “I think-‘

“Trust me, Mrs. Everett.” He grabbed your gloved hands in his and began leading you away from the truck. “You’re going to find your footing here, and I promised I would be able to keep you warm all winter and I mean that.”

“I know, I’m just grumpy.” You mumbled, walking side by side with him, shivering still despite the layers you wore. “I feel cold.”

“Would you like some tea or hot chocolate, sweetheart?” Curtis had stopped by a gate and placed a handful of bills into the donation bin, watching your eyes wander around the festivities.

“Tea, yes. tea is good. It’s hot.” You stepped in line with him once more, walking with him toward a little sidewalk, your stomach grumbling when the scent of honey glazed twists and cinnamon sugar had hit your nose. “And-“

“Something sweet, Mrs. Everett.” Curtis kissed you softly. “I know my wife well.”

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Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis headcannon otd

Snowbird gets seasonal depression/sadness after the third week of it snowing heavily. She’s not used to the constant cold and the endless stretch of winter. She misses the feel of the warm enough (even in the winter) sun on her skin and having to be so bundled up gets old

Curtis finds her huddled and holed up in their bedroom having a breakdown because she feels like she wants to go home and she can’t handle it anymore. She feels like she’s failing being in Montana because everything is so cold and blistering

Curtis helps calm her down and then he begins to show her how beautiful Montana can be and just because there’s snow doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy themselves. Curtis shows her that life in the snowy state is more than its made out to be and before the Christmas season really kicks up, Curtis takes her back to California for a week to feel the sun and sand

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Where is mail order bride from?

I got your other ask — no, at this point she doesn’t have a pet name. Curtis calls her darlin’/darling, sweetheart/honey — what do you think would be a good pet name for her?

I was thinking she would be from somewhere that’s relatively warm or a place that usually doesn’t see snow so when she goes to Montana she’s surprised by snow, plus imagine…

“Its snowing again. Why is it snowing again?”

Curtis chuckles low in his throat and slips behind you, wrapping his arms around you while his silver flecked scruff brushes against your cheek and then you hear him purr. “Don’t worry, honey. I have ways of keeping you warm all winter.”

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Sort of continuation to this for day 8: during washing the dishes Curtis old friend mentions other project she helps with/ the community has. Wifey can't help but notice there's not many projects for kids and doesn't want them to get nothing from santa. So she tells Curtis the idea for a toy drive and organizes it all by herself but when it actually happens she has help from all of Curtis friends and himself ofc. Maybe she makes Curtis dress up as Santa for the kids?

(sorry if this is too long)

Christmas Countdown Day 8 — help organize/run a toy drive

“He’s got the softest heart despite his, sometimes, cold exterior. He’s really done what he can to give back to the people who helped him get off the streets.” His friend that had been washing dishes with you hd spent the remaining hour of your dedicated time telling you about Curtis’ good willed tasks. She had informed you that there was really no end to his philanthropy, that he had given as much as he could despite his previous wife demanding more of his time than he had.

“She was never one to want to be hands on. She had always avoided the kind of work needed to be put in to help others. His ex-wife had quite the high society mindset that left quite a bad taste in the mouths of others.” The conversation had led you to a late night search of all the things Curtis had been involved in, and by extension had given you the idea to add one more to the list of charitable events.

“A toy drive,” you had let it slip within the next few days when he caught you sneaking a few numbers from his office, “I didn’t want to burden you with another thing, but I just…you inspired me-“

“It’s a perfect idea, sweetheart. But why didn’t you just ask me to help?” Curtis had sequestered you and himself back in the office with the regular tasks handled by his hired help, giving the two of you time to go over your plans and ideas.

“I kind of wanted it to be a surprise, ya know?” You spoke quietly when he had pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I wanted to help.”

“God,” Curtis whispered against your neck, smiling into you as he laughed low in his throat, “you are such a darling. You’re beautiful, absolutely stunning.”

“So…you want to help?” You questioned, squirming on his lap. “I wouldn’t turn the help down.”

“This can be our thing, this can be our shared event. You and me-“

“I love it.” you kissed him silent, easing into his hold.

It was planned for two weeks later, the Christmas toy drive that Curtis had helped you plan and set up for kids and families who needed help or couldn’t afford to buy toys. There was no small measure taken to make this event a success, with Curtis volunteering himself to be Santa for the night and the few people you’d met at the soup kitchen helping wrap and organize the toys by age. The fire department and local paramedics had done a food drive and had made bags for families to take at the end of the night if they needed it, adding another generous avenue to help the people in the community.

“It’s all I hoped for,” you confessed to Curtis on the way home, exhausted but grateful, “it went off without a hitch.”

“Next year will be even better.”

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I imagine cowboy!Curtis takes his wife out for horseback riding a lot. Like he takes her through forest trails for a hidden meadow picnic, up a mountain to see the beautiful view or just a general tour of the property. Especially once she gets the hang of riding.

Follow up; what kind of horse do you picture Curtis gifting reader?

“Relax, sweetheart. If you’re nervous, he’ll be nervous.” Curtis’ hand settles on your belly as he keeps you trapped against his chest when you sit in front of him on the saddle.

“There is a beast-“ you squeak when the horse takes a step up the trail, and you’re left to look at the drop off.

“He’s a good horse,” Curtis pats his horses’ neck while you’re left feeling rigid and stiff, “he won’t let anything happen to you.”

“This is my first time on a horse and you decide to take me up the side of a mountain.” Your hands cling to the front of the saddle, your fear piquing.

“You’re fine, honey.” Curtis cooed in your ear, soothing you as the two of you continued up the trail to the chalet he was taking you to. “Just breathe, I’ve done this my whole life.”

“Couldn’t we have just…drove?” You wonder, looking back at him with wide eyes.

“We could’ve,” Curtis slipped his hand further down your belly to the apex between your thighs, fingers tapping your clothed cube, “but then I couldn’t have given you such good orgasms on the way there.”

“Curtis,” you shivered, gasping and moaning when he put more pressure behind his fingers, “it feels so good…”

“I’ll get you to relax one way or another.”