#cowboy natasha

[froottalks]

Countryside Love - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: where reader has just finally got her divorce from her loveless marriage and decides to take a break from the big city. reader decides to head to the countryside to live with her loving and energetic grandmother who lives alone after the death of the husband. reader decides that she won't be in a relationship for a while now on her way to her grandma's house, only it doesn't help that her neighbor natasha is a very hot woman.]

Masterlist

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

The city had always been a place of hustle and bustle, a constant stream of noise and chaos that seemed to swallow up any sense of peace or calm. For (Y/n), the city had also been the backdrop to a loveless marriage that had finally ended in a bitter divorce. With the papers signed and the legalities settled, (Y/n) decided it was time for a change of scenery.

Tired of the city's demands and the memories it held, (Y/n) packed her bags and left behind the urban jungle. Her destination? The tranquil countryside where her beloved grandmother lived. It had been years since (Y/n) had visited her grandmother's small farmhouse, nestled in the heart of nature's embrace.

As (Y/n)'s car rolled down the winding country roads, a sense of relief washed over her. The city's noise was replaced by the soothing sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds. (Y/n) could practically feel the weight of her failed marriage lifting with each mile she left behind.

Finally arriving at her grandmother's quaint home, (Y/n) was greeted with open arms and a warm smile. Her grandmother, Elise, a lively and energetic woman despite her age, enveloped (Y/n) in a tight embrace. The bond between them was unbreakable, a connection that transcended years and distance.

"Oh! My sweetie! Welcome home, dear," Elise said, her voice tinged with a mixture of love and excitement.

"Thanks, Grandma. It's good to be here," (Y/n) replied, hugging her grandma tight. God she loved this sweet energy ball of a woman.

Over the next few days, (Y/n) settled into the slower pace of life in the countryside. She helped Elise tend to the garden, cook hearty meals, and relish in the simple joys that the city had stolen from her. The stress of the past seemed to melt away with each sunrise and sunset.

One sunny morning, as (Y/n) sipped on a cup of coffee on the front porch, she caught sight of her next-door neighbor. Natasha Romanoff was a force of nature herself, with muscular arms, that strained against her rolled up flannel sleeves and a well-toned body that showcased her strength. Natasha worked tirelessly alongside her parents, Alexei and Melina, and her sister, Yelena, at their family-owned farm.

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat as Natasha waved with a bright smile, making her way over. "Hey! Mornin'! I'm Natasha. You must be the new neighbor."

(Y/n) returned the smile, finding herself captivated by the woman before her. "Hi, I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you, Natasha."

Natasha's eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned against the porch railing. "I have to say, (Y/n), you look like a breath of fresh air around here."

(Y/n) chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Well, I'm trying to embrace the fresh start."

Over the following weeks, (Y/n) and Natasha's paths crossed frequently. Natasha's flirtatious banter and playful comments made it hard for (Y/n) to stick to her decision of avoiding romantic entanglements. Despite her initial resolution, (Y/n) found herself looking forward to these encounters.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky with shades of pink and gold, (Y/n) and Natasha found themselves sharing a quiet moment by the fence that separated their properties.

"You know," Natasha began, her voice softer than usual, "this place has a way of healing. It's like time slows down, and you can finally breathe."

"Yeah..." (Y/n)'s gaze met Natasha's, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. "...I've been feeling that too. It's as if the weight of the past is lifting."

Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s hand, a gentle touch that sent a current of electricity through (Y/n)'s veins. "You're not alone in this, (Y/n)."

As the weeks turned into months, (Y/n)'s bond with Natasha deepened. They spent evenings watching the stars, trading stories of their pasts and dreams for the future. Despite the attraction simmering beneath the surface, their connection was built on more than just physical chemistry.

One day, as they stood in the middle of a blooming field, Natasha turned to Y/N with a serious expression. "(Y/n), I have to admit something."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, anticipation hanging in the air. "What is it, Natasha?"

Natasha's gaze held a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I'm not great at expressing my feelings, but being around you has changed something in me. I can't help but feel drawn to you."

(Y/n)'s breath caught as Natasha's admission hung in the air. The vulnerability in Natasha's eyes mirrored (Y/n)'s own feelings, and in that moment, the walls (Y/n) had built around her heart began to crumble.

"I feel the same way, Natasha," (Y/n) confessed, her voice filled with a newfound sense of clarity.

A slow smile curved on Natasha's lips, her fingers gently intertwining with (Y/n)'s. "I was hoping you'd say that."

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/n) and Natasha's relationship blossomed into something beautiful. Their connection, built on shared experiences and genuine affection, proved to be stronger than the city's chaos or (Y/n)'s past.

{Part 2}

[almondcroissantsandink]

i've wanted to practice drawing cowboys for some time now and so the daggers have turned in their helmets and fighter jets for stetsons and horses! yeehawwww

[lenaskzorel]

i simply love putting the cowboy hat on sabine 😆😊💜 my handsome cowboy fr

[dontknowwhatyouheard]

Sweet ★ Honey ★ Buckiin'

Pairing✨: Southern Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Summary✨: You and Natasha have been known eachother for five years. It wasn't until recently that you've been having some not-so-innocent thoughts.

Warnings ✨: 18+ series, Smut, Legal age gap

Main Story

Part One - Sweet ★

Part Two - Honey ★

Part Three - Buckiin' ★

A/N: Y'all know I love me some Beyoncé, and all I could think of while listening to this song was Natasha.

[floydsglasses]

𝙳𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚃 2

{All Daggers Included} This took way to long to do, i tried to not be repetitive with this and its also 11 at night when I'm editing (this is queued up)

𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕪 "ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣" 𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕨- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕗��  A sheriff is generally the chief law enforcement officer for a county or parish. Chosen by the people themselves, they will often be law and order for their town, and help with anyway they can, often portrayed to be easily corrupted, but they can be shown to rule law with an iron fist the second they flash the star on their hip.

𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 "ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕒𝕟" 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕟- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕟 A character who's chased by numerous people without success, running from place to place trying to hide from the law. Usually portrayed as a very bad guy with his dirty deed's looming over him, but can be shown to be someone who was wrongly accused, hiding to clear his name. Always looking over his shoulder worrying if today is the day he get's hanged.

ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕒 "ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩" 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 Called from the big city in hope's of healing the troublesome small town. Dont let the bright light city appearance fool you, this character is tough as nail's and put's up with no bullshit. They just want to do good for the community and will no take kindly to tom foolery

ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥 "𝔹𝕠𝕓" 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕕- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 This character quietly stroll's into town, keeping to himself. Often a mysterious person who story of why he is wondering from town to town is revealed, usually given work from kind town's folk's and requited by the sheriff to help with town issue's, some time's they rescue damsel's, not before disappearing once again to hide from his bad past.

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪 "𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕪" 𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕒- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 He see's many people in a day in the saloon, from the town drunk to the wench with a heart of gold. This character knows the people and is often someone people turn to for advice on thing's. They pride themselves on their ability to tell what someone's poison/drink of choice is. Overall he is just trying to get by in the new world.

ℝ𝕦𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕟 "ℙ𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜" 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕆𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 His business is the heart and soul of the town, he is the reason why so many people even stay in the town, usually running two more business at the same as the soon, some not so legal. He is always paying attention to who come's and goes' through his bar, if he has never seen you at the counter, he will be either cautious or friendly, one or the other.

𝕁𝕒𝕧𝕪 "ℂ𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕥𝕖" 𝕄𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕠 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣 An expert musician, brought from the east, who can be seen wearing a white dress shirt and black slack's, he can play for hour's on end, taking request's from the people, his hand's working just as well as his mouth. Be known to be smooth with both people and the ladies', he doesn't take kindly to people interrupting his song's with their scuffle's or gun fight's, just dont look under his seat where his sweet buntline is place nicely.

TAGGED: @fairyheart @sebsxphia @sugarcoated-lame @vivwritesfics @floydsmuse @bobfloydssunnies

[sequesteredsnake]

'Good luck out there.'

What's a little good luck kiss between pardners?

[lesbiradshaw]

♫ top gun characters as taylor swift album covers

[marshmallowprotection]

Ok ok, but....... cowboy Saeran teaching you how to handle a pistol. Just so you don't die in vain, of course. He's not worried for you at all, why would he? Anyways. Just. Uh. His hands on top of yours as he teaches you the right hold, guiding your fingers into place. His breath ghosting over your ear, his voice low and raspy due to his proximity, making it impossible to pay attention to what he's saying at all. Oh. Don't forget the moment he teaches you the optimal stance for shooting at a distance. His hands on your hips, correcting your legs into place by moving your thighs........ Oh yeah. No lesson is going to be learned.

Also, depends on the type of Cereus we're talking here. If you get all beet red in the face and clumsy from the butterflies in your stomach, Unknown will quickly take notice and tease you on purpose. Only, at one point, a game turns into a teasing kiss on your cheek, and the rest is history.

Or, if you're more of a cocky type, maybe you'll lean into him on purpose. He'll scold you for not paying attention to his lesson. But you can shut him up with a kiss. Or you can steal his hat.

CAN YOU TELL I AM HAVING A SERIOUS BRAINROT HERE KAIT

"Just like that, darlin'. Keep yer' eyes on the target. Y'ain't gonna be half as lucky with a movin' target, but let's see whatcha' got before we get to testin' yer' luck other places," his breath was warm against your cheek. You could feel the shape of each letter on your skin with how close he was, but you didn't shy away since you were the one to ask him for tips and advice to protect yourself.

A knife wouldn't cut it, even though you knew how to handle one with expertise thanks to your upbringing at your family's bakery, because a knife at a gun fight was about as useful as a deer with no horns the minute mating season came around. You didn't want to find yourself staring at the bottom of a barrel again.

Even if Unknown could be at your side in a quick draw faster than you could scream his name, that didn't mean he would always be there to protect you when you needed him. As much as you didn't mind owing him your life, you wanted to hold up your end of the bargain. You were capable of fighting, too, even if you weren't as tough as he was. You'd survive even if it was tough.

You promised yourself never to hold back when you left home. It was a dream you always aspired toward, to be confident and bold enough to grab your dreams, but it wasn't always easy... and yet, when you'd stood next to the wicked outlaw himself, it almost felt like you were a confident person without having to force it.

He brought out a side of yourself you didn't know.

A side that was both itching to bite at his fingertips when they got too close and another side that quivered when he teased you in just the right way.

You didn't remember to breathe as he settled a leg between your thighs and adjusted your stance, nor did you hold back the squeak that settled in the back of your throat as he corrected each of your fingers one by one until they were in place. It took nothing to best you and he knew that.

Your eyes didn't dare steal a glimpse at him. You knew what he would tell you if you did. He'd tell you that you were supposed to keep your eyes on the target and if you didn't remember that, it would force him to protect you faster than he could protect himself. You knew he had the power to do that, to look after you just as much as himself, but it made you want to be able to do the same for him.

How hard would it be to make him look at you the way you looked at him when he rescued you?

The target wasn't that far off. You could hit it if you wanted to, that's what you told yourself, doing everything you could to ignore how the heat burned across your body with every chuckle that left his throat at your expense. You could hit the target and show him that he was a fool for tormenting you when you wanted to learn something from his arsenal.

That puff of air against your ear commanded, "Little Cereus, Shoot."

In one swoop, you fired the gun at the target with his hands holding yours steady. He was the one focused on the target now, not you, as the minute you knew the target was blown apart, you turned to face him and stole a greedy kiss from his lips. He gasped, realizing what you'd intended from the start, proving you could handle yourself and handle him all you wanted.

Just not in the way he expected.

You knew Unknown felt the smug smile against your lips, and you thought to yourself, Good. I hope you know I have you in the palm of my hand just as much as you have me in yours.

[goddammitstacey]

Most writers: I’m going to coast through my timeline and hope no one looks into it very thoroughly

Poker Face writers: I’m going to write a 30 second montage of my main character having an unhinged fling with a hot dude on a mountain to justify her being stranded here months later

Like, what a boss move. I’m legit writing down notes like a fucking student in class. Amazing.

[shuveny]

moodboard of my oc evelin piotrowski ( @ natasha lyonne )

[froottalks]

Forever Love - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: Love between natasha and reader grows to have something deeper for the both of them.]

Masterlist

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

The days turned into weeks, and the bond between (Y/n) and Natasha deepened. They spent their time working together on the farm, sharing laughter, and stealing stolen moments by the river. Natasha's touch was electric, her presence a constant comfort for (Y/n). The way they looked at each other spoke volumes, a silent promise of something beautiful.

One evening, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills, (Y/n) and Natasha found themselves in a familiar spot by the river. The air was thick with anticipation, the words unspoken but understood.

Natasha's fingers interlocked with(Y/n)'s, her touch sending a wave of warmth through Y/N's veins. "(Y/n)," Natasha began softly, her gaze fixed on (Y/n)'s eyes, "I don't want this to end."

(Y/n)'s heart fluttered, her own emotions mirroring Natasha's. "I don't either," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha stepped closer, their bodies inches apart, the air charged with the electricity of their connection. "I've never felt like this before," Natasha confessed, vulnerability in her eyes. "You've changed everything for me."

(Y/n)'s heart swelled with emotion, the intensity of their feelings almost overwhelming. "Nat," she breathed, her fingers brushing against Natasha's cheek, "you've changed my world too."

Their lips met in a kiss that held all the emotions they couldn't put into words. It was a kiss filled with longing, with the promise of forever. The world around them seemed to fade away as they held onto each other, their bodies pressed close, their hearts beating in sync.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested together, their breaths intermingling in the warm breeze. Natasha's eyes held a mixture of love and determination. "(Y/n), I want to be with you. No matter where life takes us."

(Y/n)'s gaze was filled with the same intensity. "I want that too. I love you Nat."

"I love you too (Y/n)." Natasha returned with a smile, pulling (Y/n) in for another kiss.

The decision was made, their hearts aligned. The love they had found in the heart of the countryside was real, deep, and unwavering. With the sun setting behind them, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, they knew that their journey was just beginning.

As they walked back to the farm, hand in hand, the future seemed brighter than ever before. Their love story, born amidst the fields and rivers, was a testament to the power of connection, of finding love when you least expect it.

And as they settled into their new chapter, with Natasha's arms wrapped around (Y/n) and the promise of a shared future ahead, (Y/n) knew that what she had with her Natasha was for now and forever.

THE END

[j-u-s-t--a--g-i-r-l]

Mixed and nosense ai generated images.

[lenaskzorel]

cowboy sabine with her good boy 😊💜

[redfurrycat]

The Man from U.N.C.L.E and Top Gun Fusion - Hangster & Icemav

IceCold Agency and Inverted Agency are two adversary secret agencies, led by Iceman and Maverick respectively, forced to put aside longstanding hostilities and team up on a joint mission: stopping a mysterious international criminal organization that is bent on destabilizing the fragile balance of power through the proliferation of nuclear weapons and technology.

The only lead to infiltrate the criminal organization is a vanished scientist’s daughter, Natasha Trace. To retrieve the asset, Iceman and Maverick each send their best agent: the combat expert Rooster and the smooth-talker thief Hangman.

Thus is created the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement, a secret international intelligence agency. Code name: U.N.C.L.E.

[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5]

[nixnbob]

An update on Free Fall:

Well... It's been a while 🤣 😅

The bad news: Unfortunately, I'd been having issues trying to get into Ao3 until this week, so the maintenance I'd PLANNED to do to Free Fall is still offline at the moment 😩😩😩.

The good news: the fic in its current format is still up for the time being, but you may notice chapters 2 and 3 being pulled and replaced with new ones, over the coming weeks. I'll be posting here each time I've updated the fic, including for ACTUAL new chapters ☺️

What I can say for now is that the first chapter will probably stay largely the same and if you're looking for some BobNix fic to read (or fancy a re-read in its current form), it's here:

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/39933060/chapters/99995160

He knew he loved her. Her smile, her eyes, her flaws, her broken parts. That he would hold onto her through the dive they would take together.

She knew if they came out of this unscathed, that it was a bond that would mast a lifetime.

(Planned to be multi-chapter).

Fic is planned to be 18+, minors please DNI...

In the meantime, enjoy the shiny (half-new) cover for the fic and hopefully see you all back here soon for the revised fic. Unless Ao3 decides to take my pool cue again...

[sequesteredsnake]

Do gay cowboys just swap hats?

Some sketchy lil cowboy blackhill for your enjoyment