Strikingly So...
Masterlist.
No daddy kink.
Request: Yes. Stalker Natasha x reader who knows she's being stalked. Reader is into Natasha stalking her and purposefully leaves her bedroom window open for Natasha every night. Reader has a religious mother. Reader is a baker and lives alone. Natasha has fallen for the baker who likes to read and live alone.
TW: Stalking, swearing, obsession(??), breaking and entering. Daddy kink... (will make one without). Breeding kink. Religious mother. Camera in readers room. Natasha is GP. Reader is an implied virgin.
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You were dealing with a regular customer when the bakery door bell rang and in stepped a redheaded woman who looked like she rather owned the place.
You gave the customer their receipt as you did your practiced saying of greetings and seeing them again next time. Your eyes happen to travel to the tall redhead, the woman was in all black; black jeans, black combat boots, black tank top and a black leather jacket that looked more expensive than half the books you own.
"Hi there," her voice was smooth as her green eyes held yours. "Hi, welcome to our bakery. What can I get you?" You keep your voice light with kindness. "Coffee. Black. No sugar," the green eyed woman stated as if it should have been a known fact. "Order for?" You stare up at her as you ask her name.
"Natasha," her name rolled off her tongue with her Russian accent hinting through.
"Will that be all, ma'am?" You type the order in the machine. "An apple danish too, please." She easily swiped her black card in the card machine.
Natasha made her way to a chair in the corner as she waited for her order. Her greens eyes trailed over your figure as you personally tended to her coffee with such... care and focus, it almost made her smile. Almost.
"Order for Natasha!" You call out as you slid the coffee cup and the boxed apple danish on the counter for collection. Natasha made her way to her collection, "Fast service here." Her voice was smooth as she popped a lid on her to-go cup. "Yes, ma'am," you give a polite smile that was used for every day customers, "efficency is in our name."
Natasha hummed as she sipped the piping hot coffee, "I bet it is." She tilted her cup towards you, "good coffee too. But an even better coffee brewer." Her green eyes watched yours as she was silent for a moment, "I just hope the baked goods are just as good."
"Thank you for coming, we hope to see you again soon," you reply with the rehearsed lines and a smile. "I'm sure you will, sweetheart." Natasha walked away with a smug smirk she couldn't keep off her face as she sipped her coffee once again, her fingers twitch against the box the apple danish laid rested in. The Russian felt a feeling stir within her, deep and mysterious but she ignored it for now.
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From that day, Natasha has been frustrated with thoughts of you and your smile and those innocent eyes that stare up at her, constantly. That same day was when Natasha looked you up, you had no family besides your mother, you live alone, and you love to read. She figured since she's followed you to book stores thrice in a week. That's when she also found out that you've never been with anyone before, especially given your mother's rules of dating.
How you have to be 'kept pure' for your future... 'husband.' Little did she know you were a homosexual, you would never tell her in fear of what she might do if she found out.
You basically kept to yourself, yet was familiar with the regular customers at your bakery. Mrs Mapple, an old English teacher, whenever you two talk all the old woman ever talked about were her cats, and sat in the booth and drank her tea. Then there's Mr Edward, an old accountant who had retired two years ago to focus on his health.
Natasha made a list of their names- for safety purposes, of course, she wants you to be safe. She can't have what's hers be getting hurt.
Natasha had come back from a long mission that forced tension to build in her body. She knew she shouldn't have but she did. She stopped in front of the bakery, her cold green eyes watched as you locked up for the night.
You walked home with your cold hands in your pockets as you searched for warmth, Natasha slowly followed you, she stuck to the shadows as she trailed you down.
As you walked to your place, you looked around, your eyes scanning dark corners as the hairs at the back of your neck stood up. You rubbed your face as you carried on walking home, ignoring the gut feeling of something bad happening.
Natasha watched from behind a thick oak tree, the Russian groaned as her eyes watched your hips move as you climbed the steps to your front door before entering your home. The redhead sighed, her forehead against the rough bark as she fingers grasped the trees body, her jeans suddenly feel tighter. She knew she shouldn't have, but she did.
The Widow climbed the side of your house and grinned in succession as she landed in front of your bedroom window, she was careful. Silent. As she watched you get undressed, your skin revealing itself for her eyes only. Excitement grew inside her body as she waited for you to fully strip bare for her.
The older woman gulped as her jeans somehow felt tighter, she reached down to readjust herself with a relieved sigh. The Russian heard the shower go on, green light. The Widow used her pocket knife to wedge open the window, sliding the frame up as she silently climbed inside the warm room.
It smells like you.
Her green eyes scanned the room, she glanced at the bathroom door before crouching down to the floor, she used the tip of her blade to pick up your discarded underwear.
Lace.
Her jaw clenched as she forced herself to not do anything too... revealing. She had to remain silent and hidden. She dropped the material as she stood up. Her hands automatically searched the bedside tables for anything she missed, only coming across a Jane Austin book with a book mark poking out.
The shower turned off.
Shit.
Had it really been that long?
Natasha quickly, stealthily climbed out the window, closing it fully. She didn't leave just yet as she watched your body emerge from the bathroom. Skin glistening and steaming from the hot shower. You dried your body off with your towel before throwing on your pajamas, Natasha felt her lips twitch in a smirk, you don't wear underwear to bed. Easy access.
You finally closed your eyes for the night, sighing as you got comfortable under your duvet, the sheets pulled up to your shoulders. Natasha waited, her eyes tracked your breathing, making sure you were in a deep sleep before opening the window again.
The Widow entered the warm room again, closing the window behind her, she stood still. Fingers flexing as her jaw ticked. She shouldn't.
She really fucking shouldn't.
But she did.
Natasha got her boots off and neatly laid her jacket over the arm of the chair that sat in the corner of the room. The Russian's heart thumped as she took a step closer to the bed. Then another. Then her knee was on the mattress and next thing she knew she was on her side.
Natasha released a breath, her hand hovered over your hips as she moved her body closer to yours, heat radiated off her body onto hers. Then finally her arm wrapped around your mid section, her face buried in your neck as she released a low groan of satisfaction.
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The woman left in the early morning, leaving nothing but a lightly heated patch where she laid in bed. Your hand goes to your waist, your finger tips ghost over your hips. You could have sworn... you shake your head and throw the warm feeling if being held as a lucid dream.
You served the customers as per usual. "Natasha," you greet with a smile, "the usual?"
The Russian's routine became ordering a black coffee with an apple danish, that she felt was too sweet, every morning. Natasha gave a nod, "You know me so well." Her green eyes watched as you worked the counter and boxed her dessert. 'Almost as well as I know you,' she thought.
"You sleep well last night, sweetheart?" The Russian let her mouth move before her brain could stop her. She noticed how you seemed to run more smoothly, more energy. More of your beautiful smile just for her to see.
"What?" You hands froze on the boxes lid. "I mean, you just look so well rest today," Natasha shrugged nonchalantly, "I know you've had a busy week. It is a well known bakery you're running here, yes?"
You nod in response, "Oh," you close the dessert box, "yeah, uhm. I slept soundly."
'Oh, I know,' Natasha grinned as she thought to herself. "What about you?" You only ask back in politeness. "Best sleep I have had in years," Natasha tipped her coffee at Elena as she took a sip, "always the best." The redhead walked out the bakery with new found confidence.
You only slept so peacefully because of her. You were safe and sound in her arms and her arms only.
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A pattern formed over the weeks. Natasha sneaking in through your window and got comfortable to cuddle you from behind, even going as far as getting under the blankets with you. Yet you still remained unknowing... well, in her eyes at least.
But you did, you did notice. You saw how her green eyes lingered on your face, your body. On you. How her fingers brushed yours when grabbing her order.
One night, you left your window open. Just an inch. But Natasha noticed, she always did.
The Russian happily climbed inside your room that always seemed perfectly warm with your scent. She watched your for a long second, then got undressed with a knowing smile, she bit her bottom lip to suppress a smug remark. The Widow settled in behind you again, under the sheets as her bicep twitched pulling you closer to her body.
Then you shifted back onto her.
She knew it. She fucking knew it.
She could tell by your breathing. The window you left open. Just for her.
Your bottom pressed against her front comfortably as her arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, her face tucked in your neck as she breathed in your scent. The Widow felt your body relax in her her hold as you succumbed to your sleep, she followed shortly with a hum of content.
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Natasha left in the early morning, but she did not leave without a trace. A small note on your pillow laid beside your head.
'Thanks for the cuddles, sweetheart. :)' it read with a small drawn smiley face next to it.
That day you added a note to her dessert box. 'For my favourite customer :)' you could only tease back, drawing a smiley face of your own for her.
The battle of teasing notes began, Natasha would hint to the night before of you guys cuddling in her notes. Till one day, a note of hers read, 'I love it when you press yourself against me in bed.' You could hear her whisper those words in your ear with a rasp.
A small box sat beneath the note, and in it held a small silver chain with a single 'N' on it. You wore it the next day, the silver glinted under the bakery's lights and Natasha's green eyes immediately caught on to it. Her lips lift into a smug grin as she got herself a croissant for the morning.
The next day, you decided your stalker also needed a... gift.
So, what else would be a better gift than your underwear. You laid your underwear on your bed, along with a note that read, 'Just for you.'
You looked at the finished gift and made your way to your bathroom to shower. The hot water hitting your skin perfectly as it soothed your tense muscles.
Natasha on the other hand, just came through the window, her eyes immediately found the little surprise waiting for her. Her trained ears pick up the sound of running water. Her feet make light work as she made her way to your bed like normal, she reads the note with a smirk as her tongue licked at her bottom lip. Her hands pick up the lace material, her thumbs rubbing over the lace hem then without a doubt, puts it in her pocket.
It is a gift after all, right? It's only right she keeps it.
Natasha looked towards the bathroom door, her body moving on its own as she followed the sound of water. Natasha's ear pressed against the door as she heard the water running, her imagination ran wild as she thought of you. Naked. Warm. Her hands running up and down your sides as she kissed you all over your warm body while steam surrounded your bodies. Natasha's rough palm rested against the door, her fingers ticking towards the handle, her jaw ticked. She couldn't.
Just then, her phone lit up with a notification from Steve. Perfect timing. Steve is waiting for Natasha at the hangar to leave for their mission. Natasha's jaw clenched, her ears filled with sound of running water as her mind ran through thoughts of you then to the mission she needed to be on.
With a heavy sigh, Natasha pockets her phone as she slowly moved away from the door, she didn't leave without leaving a note of course, 'I'll be back soon, sweetheart. Thanks for my prize.'
Natasha left in a hurry, she didn't need Steve tracking her phone to find out where she's been. She does not need to hear about morals, not when you so perfectly fit in her arms at night.
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After two days passed of Natasha on her gruelling mission and long nights without her love to hold, she finally came back.
The Widow entered the bakery to someone flirting with her woman. Her lover. Her future wife.
"You know, I bet you taste sweeter than those cakes," the customer flirts but you can only laugh along as you hid your internal feeling of uncomfort, your eyes finding Natasha's as she watched you two interact. Natasha let out a silent huff as she left the bakery, knowing the feeling of kissing you or taking you out the back would make headlines with her Avengers status.
Natasha is a woman of patience though. So she waited till late at night, in her car watching the camera feed of you. Footage from the camera she set up in your room from long ago.
The screen showed how your eyes glanced directly at the camera before you began to strip yourself naked, deliberately slow and teasing. You made her wait.
Natasha loved every second of it. Her eyes hungry for more as she watched your skin get revealed to the lens, her eyes watch as your nipples harden in the cold air. Her pants felt tight. Too tight.
In Natasha's other hand, her fingers fiddled with your house key, another sweet gift from you. Natasha had the key to your house she could easily let herself in, let her presence be known. But that would be too easy.
Instead, she took the... 'normal' way. The path she took every night and climbed into your bedroom instead. The Russian entered your room again, her eyes tracking your form as you sat bare in only a single top made of thin material. You've been waiting for her. She knew it.
"Hi." Natasha easily smiled as she made eye contact with you. "Hi," you could not help but respond, your voice a whisper yet loud enough to fill the room.
The redhead shrugged off her leather jacket and hung it over a chair in the room, then she took off her combat boots, "You waited up for me, sweetheart?"
Your eyes trace her well built form, lingering a bit on the subtle bulge in her pants, "Always."
Natasha's fingers made work of her belt buckle as she pushed the black denim off her legs, the Widow in her black top and boxers stood before you, her skin soft under the moon light.
Natasha hummed as she crawled on the bed, her heavy frame hovering over yours, her green eyes bore into yours, "How long?" You swallowed nervously, your heart banging against your ribcage, "What?"
"How long have you known that it was me?" Natasha's fingers lightly trained up your bare thigh, causing goosebumps to arise along your skin.
You gulp nervously, your chest heavy as you breathed faster, your eyes never leaving her greens as she waited for an answer. "Only after you asked how I slept," your palms rest beside you as you shift back bit, intimidated by her stern eyes, "my suspicions were confirmed when you gave me the necklace."
The Russian's eyes immediately went to the sliver that still laid on your chest, her fingers traced her own initial before picking the silver up. "Do you like it?" Her voice is soft as her thumb traced over the 'N'.
"I love it. Thank you," your hand moved to cover hers in a reassuring squeeze, "I wear it every day." The Russian smiled, leaning in so close her lips graze yours, "I know."
Natasha looked at you before leaning in properly, her lips ghost against yours before fully kissing you, deeply. She waited ages for this. To kiss you. To feel your soft lips on her own.
"Your lips are so soft, I knew it," Her voice is a deep rasp as she spoke, her forehead against yours. "You... thought about this?" You couldn't help but ask. "Every night, every day," Natasha leaned in again, her nose touching yours, her lips threatening to kiss you again, "every waking hour I spent... wanting you. To feel you. I want you, always." Her throat bobbed as she confused, her Russian accent coating her words in a revealed heated obsession.
"You have me," You whisper back, her hand moves to her hand on your thigh, watching her reaction as you move her hand higher, into the inner of your warm thighs. "I know," her voice is teasing as she squeezed at your inner thigh, you gasp, clutching on her forearm, "I always have."
Her lips found the skin of your neck, her mouth moved feverishly as she nipped at your skin, then she moved down to kiss across your collarbone following it to the middle of your neck and down the valley of your breasts.
She pulls her hand from your thigh, her hands work to remove the barrier between her lips and your skin. Immediately your nipples begin to harden under the cold breeze before Natasha is back to kissing you.
The assassin pulled away, looking at you for a moment before kissing your lips again only to pull back and get rid of her own clothing. The older woman now fully bare before your eyes, your eyes couldn't help themselves but look at her, her old scars from missions she's been on, her muscle from working out, your eyes trail down her abs to her neatly trimmed and well taken care of patch red hair that surrounds her erect cock with a pulsing red tip, dripping precum as she waited. The woman noticed, of course, she's a trained assassin, she noticed everything.
Her lips move against yours in passion, "I'll be gentle. I promise." Her voice is deep, husky as she positioned herself between your legs. "You don't have to be," You breathe heavily as your heart tries to catch up with your breathing.
Natasha eyed you cautiously, she wouldn't take advantage of being your first and your only time.
The Russian's lips trailed down the column of your neck to the soft skin on your stomach and thighs, her teeth grazing the warm flesh as she left her marks on you. Natasha settled in the middle of your thighs, her face deadly close to your aching warmth. You sat on your elbows, watching Natasha, her green eyes watch your chest rise with a hint of unease.
"Relax, detka," Natasha's arm moved up your body to pin your chest down and pin your body to the bed, "trust me." Her red lips were felt on your inner thigh, her voice vibrated through your skin causing your body to buzz with excitement. "I trust you," you nod as you watch her kiss your thighs, your hip bone before settling comfortably in front of you again. "Good." Her lips press a gentle kiss to your sensitive bundle of nerves, your breath hitched, "just feel for me, baby." Her warm pink muscle from her mouth soothed up your labia gently.
"Natasha," you immediately gasp, going to sit up before being held back down again by her hand on your chest. "Relax, baby," Natasha's hand moved to squeeze at your chest, feeling the soft flesh in her grasp as her thumb and index finger rolled your areola as her mouth worked wonders on your body.
Your hands moved to hold hers on your chest, squeezing her wrist and hand as you felt her suck your clit gently with a swipe of her tongue. Your hips twitch up towards Natasha's mouth, the Russian smirked as her other arm moved to pin your hips gently.
Natasha is hearing music right now, your beautiful moans of her name as she works on you, her tongue sliding through your labia easily as she sucked and nibbled at your clit. Natasha removed her arm from your hips, instead putting it up to your mouth, her middle finger tapped your bottom lip, "Open." And obediently you did, your warm mouth and soft lips invite her digit in. "Suck. Get it nice and wet for me, moya lyubov." Natasha kissed your thigh as she watched, and felt, your warmth tongue against your finger as you sucked.
Natasha pulled her hand away, "Good girl." Her hand teased it's way down your body as she made sure to look at you. Her now wet middle finger, teasing your entrance.
"Natasha-" you gasp out a moan, your hands tighten around her hand on your chest. With a low hum, the Russian pushed her digit in, slowly, watching for any minor reaction and emotion change. Your hand moves from Natasha's wrist to her hair, the other still holding onto her hand, Natasha groaned as she pressed another kiss to your sensitive clit, her finger fully pushed inside of you. Natasha's warm muscle exited from between her lips as she looked at you, dead in the eyes, as she began to eat you out again as her finger started moving inside of you again.
Your muscles tense as your thighs instinctively close around Natasha's head as your body heats up, a warm pool in your lower abdomen, "Nat- Natasha!" Your body shook as you moaned loudly, exploding on her tongue and finger. Natasha brought her hands to hold your thighs open yet secure around her head as she finished up her meal.
"Mhm...," The redhead hummed as she placed a kiss on your stomach, soothing your body, "you are sweeter than your desserts. So much more."
You feel your face heat up despite the room once being cool, now warm with the smell of sex in the air. Natasha kissed her way up your body, then to your lips, a deep and heavy kiss to your reddened lips as she groaned deeply when her tip made contact with your clit.
Natasha pulled away with a few pecks to your lips, her hand moving down to take hold of herself, her fist moving in up and down motions on her member.
Natasha licked her lips as she stared down at your wetness, then her hips twitched forward as she guided her tip to your entrance. "Breathe for me, baby." Her voice is husky with her Russian accent seeping through.
You inhaled sharply as you felt the Russian push in, stretching you out. The new sensation only shocks through your body as you feel yourself being opened on her cock. Natasha made sure her hips moved slowly against yours, giving soft thrusts, each time pushing a little deeper in until her hips rest against yours. You felt stretched out. Full. So completely full of her, your Natasha.
Natasha's hands moved to your hips as she ground herself, her thumbs soothing over the skin of your hip bones before releasing a moan of your name. Natasha felt you tighten around her as her hips moved, she knew you were close. She could feel it, how you beautifully clung to her. As if you never want to let her go.
The assassin's lips started attacking your neck as her hips moved in a rhythmic pace, her cock hitting deep spots inside of you that made you see the stars and beyond.
The Russian smirked as she felt your hips twitched against hers as your legs tightened around her waist. Natasha pulled out only to watch her come swell from between your labia, the milky white substance was thick as it dripped down your sex. Natasha immediately got obssessed, the idea of filling you up with her come and breeding you properly over took her mind. The Russian immediately guided her cock back inside of you without a doubt filling you up again.
Your back arched off the bed as you moan out her name loudly, your fingers clawing at her biceps. Natasha held your hips down this time, "Call me by my name, detka." Natasha lets out a heavy breath as her hips moved in a steady thrusting pace, a wet sound arising due to wet skin slapping against one another every time Natasha pounds into you.
"Natasha!" You moaned aloud when her tip rubbed against your spongy G-stop deliciously. "C'mon, baby," Natasha grinned, red strands stuck to her sweaty forehead as she huffed, her hips giving a particularly harsh thrust as she got herself buried inside of you as deep as possible, "you know that's not my name." You felt her hand steady herself beside your head as the other held your thigh open for leverage.
Words could barely escape your mouth as the pleasure clouded your brain. Natasha coaxed you, her hand leaving your thigh only for her rough thumb to attack your clit with firm circles.
"D-daddy!-" the word escape from your lips before you could stop it. "That's it, baby. Keep screaming for daddy," Natasha's hips drove forward deep into yours, "Holy fuck." The Russian panted. Her green eyes trailed over your face, "You'll look so beautiful pregnant."
"Daddy, please," your moans are choked out as you felt the tip of her cock repeatedly rubbed over the spongy g-spot. "So round and full with my babies, you'll be utterly and completely mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to love." You couldn't help but agree with the muscular Russian towering over you as she relentlessly plowed your hips into the mattress, "P-please-" you could only break out as your fingers clutched at her strong shoulders, her skin warm with a thin layer of sweating covering.
"Please what, dorogaya?" Her voice is low in a mock as she kissed at the middle of your neck. "Breed me, daddy, please," you chocked out a sob as the pleasure turned blinding, your core muscles tighten again, the warmth felt stronger like fire as it waited to explode in your abdomen. Your shaking thighs managed to wrap themselves around Natasha's hips which only seemed to spur the Russian on.
"Oh fuck-" the redheads head dropped in your neck as she moaned, her hips seemed to moved faster, "say that again, baby. Tell daddy what you need." Her warm breath fanned across your skin as her teeth nipped at the skin at the base of your neck. "Breed me, daddy, please," your legs tightened around the redheads waist, as if trying to drive her deeper inside of you. You can't get enough.
Natasha sat up to lean on one hand beside your head again as the other still worked circles on your overwhelmed clitoris. Your hands move to cup the back of Natasha's neck as if it were some sort of support. Her green eyes looked down to where you two connected, how your cum seemed to mix together and form the perfect lubrication as she moved inside of you.
"Daddy, I'm gonna-" your voice seemed to stop working as moans only left your throat and chest heavy as your body began to tighten around Natasha. "I know, baby, I know," she moved to lean on her elbow, her thumb still moving in continuous circle around your clit, "Come for me, baby. Come for daddy."
You exploded, back arching, thighs tensing as your legs tightened around Natasha's waist. The Russian was not far behind, a few thrusts later she let out a moan, "Fuck. Baby," Natasha planted her hips firmly against yours as she came deep inside of you, breeding you and officially marking you as hers. Her lips met your kiss bruised lips in a passionate frenzy as she groaned, feeling you milk the last of her come from her before her hips slowly came to a still.
A moment of comfortable, tired silence went by of the Russian's hot, sweaty body on top of yours as her breath tickled your neck as she sighed out in bliss, her hand moved back to your thigh, giving it a good squeeze just to see you shake.
"I'm going to get you a ring," her voice is mumbled as her lips moved against your skin, "that way, I can make sure my wife stays properly bred."
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Bro... what the fuck is this? 😔
Anyway... didn't know how to end it off, so... 🤷♀️
Part 2.
