#silverfox!cowboy x mail order!reader

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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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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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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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#5 with cowboy Curtis please?

There was a rule Curtis instated for himself and the general ranch hands that worked for him. It was a rule that had suited him well he found, and his hands had extended their own connection after seeing the difference in Curtis first hand.

His rule was simple: if the Mrs. wants to buy new animals, don’t ask questions

The rule was simple, and it had expanded Curtis’ ranch to include a small herd of mini-cows, goats that you’d taken care of and milked to make soaps, a whole new flock of chickens and hens.

He had come to expect no less from you, since you’d had such a desire to care and have animals. He had been pleased that you were making this place your own, turning it from something that was his life and his career to your shared passion.

Even if you managed to catch him off guard.

“Mrs. Everett-” Curtis had gotten out of the truck, back from a trip that lasted a few days, come to be greeted by one of his hands carrying a bag of duck feed and some fresh hay to stash in an enclosed pen.

“Ducks,” Curtis laughed under his breath and shook his head, carting himself up the front steps while his hand was walking down, “she bought ducks?”

“You’re starting a zoo, boss.” He cracked a grin, no less bothered by you than Curtis was, and after passing Curtis had walkd toward the enclosed pen for your birds.

They all loved you, cared about you. Seeing how happy you had made Curtis, how much you loved him after his ex-wife had left and chose someone who was as financially stable but hadn’t lived rurally, had impressed his hands. They were like your brothers, an adopted family by marriage, and it all stemmed from your appreciation of Curtis.

“Mrs. Everett,” Curtis called when he entered the house, stopping to hang his hat and kick off his boots, stacking them to the side, “are you here, sweetheart?”

“Upstairs!” Your voice was quiet and muffled by the floors between you and Curtis, yet he was still able to detect the dulcet trill of your voice. He had walked toward the staircase and hesitated at the bottom step, his hands resting against the rails before he took that first step.

“I hope you don’t mind…” there was an edge of anxiousness, as if you were worried that this would be the last action that would test his patience.

“Sweetheart,” Curtis followed the familiar path to your bedroom, stopping on the threshold and tilting his head when he saw what was laying in the middle surrounded by a nest made of delicate baby blankets, “what have you got there?”

“The vet seen the ducks, they said that this little bean…” you raised your head and took a pause from talking, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Needs some extra care?” Curtis straightened his posture and entered the room, taking slow and calculated steps as to not scare the duckling, and as he approached the bed he had slowly sank t the mattress. “Did you think I’d be pissed?”

“If it’s too much-“ Curtis reached his hand toward you, resting his upon your own and then he squeezed gently.

“Let me put some things away, and then you can teach me how to take care of our little duck.” Curtis watched your eyes light up, and the anxiety that had afflicted them fading.

“Curtis, I should tell you…” His eyes slowly raked down your body, taking great care to detect the little details about yourself that had changed.

There was a little more fullness to your cheeks and there was a softness to your stomach that he had recognized from pregnancies his hands’ wives had gone through.

“I can’t wait, little snowbird.” Curtis had confirmed what you were trying to say, his throat tightening and his heart beating with overwhelming pride.

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4 day vacation for Curtis and snowbird in Cali. I need Curtis at the beach while snowbird misses her miniature cows (and all other animals)

“I missed my friends but-” he notes that you take a pause, that your voice hitches as he zips up the back of your dress and trails soft open mouth kisses from one shoulder to the next with soft air being blown against your flesh.

“But..?” Curtis breathes against you, his fingers drawing from the zipper to your hips as his roughened hands feel the softness of your body while you gaze at yourself in the mirror.

“-I miss home…” you sigh, your voice airy while you lean back against Curtis’ chest, your eyes fluttering closed.

You were invited to one of your friends wedding back home in California. The invitation had come with a stern instruction to bring your devilishly handsome cowboy husband so your friends could get a good look at the gorgeous man that stole you. They wanted to meet the man who had stolen your heart and given you rural bliss in the density of the mountains.

“I miss my cows.” Your voice drew a laugh from Curtis, one that was husky yet endearing, and with a soft muzzle of his beard against the back of your neck you were welcomed in bliss again.

“We’ll be home soon enough, my little snowbird. Its only 4 days.” Curtis kissed the nape of your neck in a succession of soft fluttery kisses and then drew himself away, just enough to grab your hand and spin you into his chest.

“We should go down, Mrs. Everett.” Curtis placed a hand on the small of your back and the other held yours as if he was going to dance with you rather than take you downstairs for brunch. “They’re waiting for us.”

“Waiting to hear if you have any single friends.” You looked up at him, your eyes searching his as he swayed you back and forth, ignoring his own words to head down. “Soon there’ll be a pack of California girls in Montana.”

“The only one who matters is you.” Curtis rest his forehead against your own and slowly inhaled the scent of your perfume. “You are my entire world, my darling sweetheart.”

“I love you.” Your lips met his in a sweetened tender kiss that was only interrupted by the sound of one of the bridesmaids knocking on the door, beckoning you to head downstairs.

“I love you too.” Curtis whispered against your lips and then pulled away, drawing you against his side before walking to the door and heading out.

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#4 is giving me Silverfox Cowboy Curtis and his mail order bride vibes and her being grateful for her new farm life and all her precious animal babies!

The bed was empty yet warm, and yet he reached for your place anyway. Curtis had felt lingering warmth upon his palm, letting it settle there before he rolled onto his side and stared at the LED lights from his alarm clock. They were boldened, a true sign that he had slept in after he promised he would be up early, and with a husky groan Curtis had drawn the blankets away from himself and stood. As he reached his arms above his head to stretch, he had caught onto the last few melodic lines of your laugh that filtered through the open window.

He was curious by your departure and when he wandered to the window and looked down at the pen nearest the barn, he saw you. A smile crept to his face when he watched you with a few weeks old calf leading it around the pen while it’s mother ate a few feet away. It was naturally following you, not fearing you or the soft halter you’d slipped around it’s muzzle, and it was comforted by its mothers’ calmed state.

It was well known that you were nothing like his ex-wife, and that notion was well received among all his hands. His ex-wife would often scold the men who he hired to work on the ranch or she would make known her disgust for the animals that needed care. She never cared enough or wanted to learn how to work on the ranch, all she wanted was to have her excursions funded and her shopping habits cared for. Honestly, Curtis hadn’t even know what had drawn him to her in the first place.

But you…you were everything he wished he had in the first place. Oftentimes you were out before he was, to take care of the chickens and give them feed, or to collect eggs and release the ducks into their yard. You were hands on and willing to get dirty for the sake of doing something on the property instead of staying inside or going to town.

You loved animals, you wanted to be around them. You had settled yourself into this life, with him and with the animals he had here, and that was such a relief for him. Curtis wanted a second chance, he wanted to have another marriage with someone who would appreciate this life he built here.

“Good morning!” You called to Curtis, waving your hand and temporarily taking your eyes off the calf behind you. “It’s nice out today!”

“Awake before me, Mrs. Everett.” Curtis leaned with his arm against the window frame and chuckled low as the ignored calf butted its head into the back of your thighs. “Someone’s feeling left out.”

“Okay, okay!” You turned away from him, temporarily, to scratch the calf’s head.

“Wait there, love!” Curtis called out to you, bending to pluck a worn shirt from the floor “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Sure!” Your answer was slightly fainter now, distracted by the calf pulling away to get a drink from its mama. Curtis watched you, he took another look at you and the calf before he yanked his shirt over his head, stepped away from the window and walked out of the bedroom.

You were his life, he was never going to have anyone better than you.

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Picture 6 from the new photo dump reminds me of cowboy!Curtis and Snowbird. Perhaps a moment where she watched Curtis building her a new stable for her pets?

He withdrew his worn black cowboy hat from his head and waved it twice in front of his face. The heatwave hitting the area had come with a bang and no one was more aware of the temperatures than himself and your animals. As if they’d been communicating their need for a place to rest by their natural sounds, Curtis had understood the need for more shelters and stables.

It was going to be a surprise for you and he’d no sooner sent you on your way to a weekend spa than he got busy. He’d sent you out with a few of the other hands’ wives and girlfriends, a flock of new Montana friends to keep you company, while he worked tirelessly.

Curtis loved you. He loved you with every breath and every heart beat, he loved you with every inch of his body and soul. There was nothing he wouldn’t die for you, especially since you had made him believe that true genuine love was attainable.

And to commemorate his endless desire, Curtis built your animals shelters. He built them pens and stables, working as hard and as long as he could to get them ready before you returned.

It was impeccable timing, perfected by the last nail being jut into the handmade signs just as you stepped out of the vehicle.

It was the "ma’am" one of his hands addressed you with, along with the tip of his hat, that drew Curtis’ attention away from the building he was standing by. Curtis watched you from across a gravel drive, his eyes crinkled at the corner as his smile grew wider and his heart nearly stopped.

“Curtis! What did you do..?!” Your voice grew higher in tone, your bottom lip trembled as you seemed overcome with emotion.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Everett.” He dropped the hammer and greet you halfway between the shelters and the road, embracing you fully and spinning you twice. “I missed you, sweetheart.”

“You did all this?” Your voice continued to tremble, your eyes watering when he set you down and gazed into your soul. “For me? For my…”

You raised a hand and covered your mouth, overcome with emotion.

“You’re my life, sweetheart. You’re my whole world.” Despite the dust and the dirt, scuffs from working on the ranch of the lingering smell of sweat, you didn’t push Curtis away when he held you from behind.

You leaned fully into him and turned your head to kiss his bicep, your hands wrapped around his forearm.

“Thank you, Curtis. This…means so much to me.” You nuzzled your cheek against him, relaying your joy again.

To you, this was worth more than anything monetary he could have given you.

This, what he had done for your animals, was all you could ever ask for.

And it made him fall in love with you all over again.

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5&6 with cowboy Curtis 100%!

If his life had to be reduced to mere moments instead of entire chapters, every glimpse of his happiness would’ve reflected times with you. If he had to describe and allocate the highs of his life to some omnipotent author, he would have spoken of you.

You were the light of his life, a woman he loved wholly and without fault. His relationship with his ex wife had never been as wondrous or deeply romantic, it had never made Curtis feel as if he was on top of the world. There was a draw to you, something that had made him feel as if he had never experienced real love before.

One of the pivotal reflections of his life, his romanticized experience with his mail order bride was the first kiss at twilight, fresh after the rain. The precipitation had created a haze, enhanced by the setting sun that aided the natural glow surrounding you. Curtis had been enraptured by you, again, entirely consumed by the hold you had on him.

He had tipped his head and rest his hands on your hips, shivering pleasantly when your thumbs framed his cheeks and fingers embraced the nape of his neck. He was waiting with bated breath until your lips brushed against his and your affectionate kiss was everything he’d wished for in life.

“I love you,” the statement was whispered against his lips, the endearment a fulfilled promise of your vows.

He remembered coming in from the field the afternoon after, dusty and worn from working with the cows. He had stepped into the house and kicked off his boots, flecks of mud and dried grass scattered upon the entrance. His ex would’ve cursed him out with spewing hatred for the dirt that coated the floors, but you greeted him with a warm smile.

“I’m almost done, are you hungry?” Curtis had negated to answer your question and instead he had walked toward you with purpose.

One hand grasped the spoon from you to stop yourself from potentially being burned, and the other hand slipped around your side, resting upon the slow to grow bump. He had stolen your attention and kissed you intensely, conveying all the passion he had for you into that moment. His tongue had found yours, his lips stretched into a smile as the kiss continued until you pulled away.

“I’m starving, darling.” His eyes reflected the intense warmth, the devotion and commitment to the first real taste of unending love he had experienced. “Love you, Mrs. Everett.”

“Love you too, Mr. Everett.”

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An inside look at what Snowbird would do when Curtis is gone or what she would text him

A new calf dressed up

Reader, while he’s at an auction: “We need more mini-cows, this guy needs a friend.”

Reader, running an Instagram page dedicated to their cows: “Baby cow, do do do do do do do.”

Reader, taking a video of yet another mini-cow she needs for her chaotic herd

[imaginedreamwrite]

cowboy take me away

Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue

Set me free, oh, I pray

Closer to heaven above and closer to you

Closer to you

I miss them. I need to write a drabble for them. Any snap ideas?

[imaginedreamwrite]

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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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.

** ** **

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.”