The Easy Mission (Creepy Lil Reapy x Reader)
(Y/N) Pov. This should be an easy mission, in and out. You are one of Overwatch's best spy's gosh dang it!! With your small frame and silenced pistols, you try not to preen too much when Soldier 76 immediately suggested you. "(Y/N), you need to gather as much information on Talon base 771, Massachusetts. As soon as possible. We have gotten wind that they are making.... Making weapons that go against anything humane." Winston's words echoed in your ears. Easy peasy. Plus this black body suit looks pimpin.
Carefully unscrewing a maintenance vents screws with your boot knife, you shimmy your way in. Its around one or so in the morning, most of the workers should be at home or sleeping, a quick knife cut can change that real quick. Sliding down from an air vent and into a large room filled with turned off computers. If you can't find any hard copies, this would be the next best thing. Creeping and peering behind every corner, ducking behind two trashcans when three guards patrolled the corridor. Better safe than sorry. Grabbing an empty can from the trash, how rude not to recycle, you throw it far to the right.
The three raised their guns, going stiff and alert. The first motioned for the others to follow, stalking right past you. Lets see, eeny meeny miny moe.... How about the one on the right? Carefully walking at the same pace and during every time they walked, you inched closer. Closer.... Cloooooser.... Digging your knife blade through the firsts one's throat and shooting the middle man in the knee cap, making him collapse in painful howls. The last man standing blindly shot, only to hit the one you stabbed. "Shut the fuck up." You mutter, shooting him through the skull. The man with the now shattered knee tried crawling towards a dropped assault rife.
"Ah, no." You whisper, stomping on his hand, hearing pretty little pops as his bones broke. "Now, all this pain can go away if you would just answer a few questions for me." You yawn out. "N-never." He hissed through the pain. "Ooooh well. What a shame." You shrug, pulling the knife from the dead mans neck, only to stab it through the lasts mans temple. You looked down at yourself and tsked. Now there is blood on you. Dang. Continuing through the facility, you find a room with a giant red "Caution" sign on it. Jackpot.
Crouching down slightly in an uncomfortable position, it sucks to be like 4'9, always being asked where your parents were or something. Those people can all just go piss off. You are a strong independent woman that don't need no man!! But back to the task at hand, you try to pick the lock with a knife. Nope. Maybe one of those dead guards have something like a credit card, maybe even the key!! Also stealing some money from them wouldn't hurt..... It wouldn't hurt you. What?? They don't need it anymore.
Sighing and getting up, you walk back to the corpses. However, the sight of a hooded figure with a gleaming white mask crouching over the dead made you freeze. So this is either the Grim Reaper or the infamous Reaper. Talon's number one killer. "Such a shame." the man growled, kicking a body. "they have gone cold." He sighed, running clawed fingers down the mask.
Oh shit this is really bad if the Reaper is here. Pressing against the wall and curling in on yourself, you watch and wait. Reaper huffed something under his breath before walking towards you, making your already tense body practically freeze. He, thankfully, continued to walk past you. Oh thank God, for a second you thought- Clank
The sound of metal slowly rolling towards you made everything seem so slow. Yours and Reaper's eyes, or mask holes, whatever watch as the discarded can from earlier, the once perfect distraction gone bad, come to a halt as it hit your foot. "....." "....." Shoot. Oh shoot shOOT SHOOT!!
Reaper tore his way over to you as you sprinted away with a squeak. No use in fighting that thing, you've read the reports, you have seen the things he can do. Something sharp dug into your shoulders. SHOOT!! What you can only assume is Reaper slammed you against the wall, raising you up by your throat. In his other hand is a black and silver shotgun is pointing at your head. shoot- actually please don't shoot.
"Well well... What do we have here?" Reaper hissed. "Oh what do you think? I'm a damn Girl Scout, want to buy any Thin Mints?" You roll your eyes. The grip on your throat tightened so it was hard to breath, much less sass. Might as well go out the way you lived, as an asshole. *Ahem* sarcastic, either or. "Any last words then Girl Scout?" He asks, pressing the gun to your forehead. You violently nod, the grip on your neck loosens a bit.
"You... You are a bitch" You state, spitting on his mask. "W-WHAT?!" He roars in response, pinpoints of red are glowing behind his mask holes. "B-I-T-C-H. Bitch, also known as you." You smirk. Those are pretty good last words. Surprisingly, Reaper chuckles, and then goes into a full on laugh. "We.... We are going to have some fun." He rasps. Wait what? He drops the shotgun and uses his now free hand to grab you by the waist, dragging you down the opposite side of the hall.
You try to kick, only for your legs to phase through him. Hecks. Slowly reaching into your pocket, grabbing your knife. "Sorry main bitch, rather not." You growl past the hand against your throat, stabbing the blade into his stomach. Reaper howls in pain and drops you. "Bu-bye~" You wave, sprinting towards what is hopefully the exit. Please please please let it be an exit.
Glancing behind you to see if Edge Lord is chasing you, you slam into something solid and warm. You look up angrily to see a familiar white mask staring down at you. ".... Hello main bitch." You shrug, smiling even though your heart is beating a million miles per hour. Reaper doesn't say anything this time, just picking you up by the scruff of your neck, patting and throwing all of your weapons. "You could have at least bought me dinner first. Maybe Denny's is open." You deadpan as he continues to pat you down. "Quiet. You will be using that smart mouth in a few moments." Reaper walked further down the way you ran, still holding you like a kitten.
After a maze of different hallways, Reaper all but threw you into a room with him, where a small dresser and a queen sized bed sits. "Woooow, your personal room already. I feel special." You blurt out. Reaper only growled, the sound getting deeper every time. "On the bed. Now." He huffed, crossing his arms. "What?" You tilt your head in confusion. "If you want to live. Do what I say. On the bed. NOW!!" He shouted.
You sit on the bed, crossing your legs and propping your head up on your hand, raising an eyebrow. Reaper stalked forward, you glare up at him, not breaking eye contact. He raised his clawed hands, one pressing down on your shoulder and the other one dragging the points across your black body suit with a sharp riiiiiiip. "SCUSE ME?! MAY I HELP YOU!?" You yelled covering your now exposed breasts. "And what are you even trying to cover?" Reaper chuckled. "Boy I know you did not just call me flat." You stand up, glaring daggers into the mask. Its kinda hard when he's like two feet taller than you.
"I meant what I said before. We are going to find a good use for that smart mouth of yours." He darkly said. Ice cold realization was dumped on you like from buckets. "W-wait no-" You try, but only getting pushed back down and more ripping was heard. Oh fuck. This was not supposed to happen. Oh gods. This was supposed to be an easy mission!! WHAT HAPPENED TO EASY PEASY?!?! "Such a pretty little thing. All mine too." Reaper cooed, sounding more like a crows cackle.
"I'm not yours" You growl as the cool air nips at your exposed body. "You will be soon." Reaper darkly chuckled, slowly taking off his mask, long scars decorate the handsome's mans face. Fuck. "You are going to be mine. Let me know your name so I know what to yell later." Reaper smirked. Aw hell no, you will not let him have the satisfaction of knowing your name. After a few tense moments he continued. "Well... You probably know me as 'Reaper', and you will be screaming my name by the end of the night." He smirks.
Reaper shrugs and runs his hands down your naked figure. You growl and struggle, trying to hit him, but this only succeeded by him pressing down on you more. Reaper's face hovered right above your neck, feeling his hot breath against your raging pulse. "S-stop." You stutter as he presses delicate kissed down your neck and onto your breasts. Fuck.....
"Veo que necesitas que te llene. Lo veo en tus ojos." he moans, you feel something slowly rutting against your clit. "Cosa bonita....Siento lo húmedo que estás a través de mis pantalones..." He growls, suddenly biting down on your stomach. Arching up and moaning slightly, you feel pain and pleasure flair in your stomach, yearning for more. Oh fuck.
"I will ask one more time.... What is your name?" Reaper purrs in your ear, feeling two fingers slowly rub the inside of your thigh. "Its (Y-Y/N)" You try to grind down on the fingers. Gods he's so close, you can feel his heat right there. Please please please..... "(Y/N). So fitting for something so beautiful. Something that I will mark to let people know who you belong too." Reaper growls possessively. Lust bubbles in your crotch. "P-please Reaper... I-I-" You start.
"I know, You need me. You want me to fill you up so well that the only thing you remember is my name and me inside of you." Reaper smirks, staring into your eyes. "Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you like the whore you are." His smirk grows, one of his fingers is slowly, oh so slowly prodding your entrance. "PLEASE!!" you shout. "Fuck!! Fuck me so that I can't walk strait!! Please, oh gods. I- I need it. I need you." You moan as he slips in two gloved fingers. "Good.... good." He smiled down at you, slowly taking off his pants.
"Look at you, already so needy from just two fingers." He bragged. "reaper' You whine. You watch as he rubs the thickening outline of his cock in his boxers. "My sweet little (Y/N)... So desperate to hang off my dick, isn't that right?" Reaper asked, pulling down his boxers. "Yes!! I want you to fu-" You start to beg again but a sharp gasp cut you off as he thrusts in the tip of his dick. You moan and wriggle, making Reaper groan in appreciation.
"So tight already... I can't wait to work you open." He slowly inched in further. "F-Fuck!!" You shout, as he runs his nails down your sides, leaving sparks of pleasure. "Such a dirty mouth too.... I wonder if my cum pouring down your throat will fix that." Reaper nibbled on the tip of your ear, his hot breath making everything feel so hot, yet so cold.
As he rocked further into you, you bit down on your bottom lip. "Ah ah ah, I want to hear those whorish moans coming from your lips." Reaper bucked up into you, making you gasp and shutter in the worst and best ways. "R-Reaper~" You moan, withering from the pure bliss. "That's right mi flor, make sure you know who you belong too."
Reaper picked up the pace, going from careful and slow to fast and with more lust. The Reaper started to pant as you keep moaning, feeling everything coming to the boiling point. "R-REAPER!!" You shout as stars fill your vision, waves of pleasure rolling over you like waves. "F-fuck." Reaper moans, pulling out and twirled you around, hot and sticky cum splattered your face like ribbons. Between the panting and riding through the last moments of pleasure. ".... Ready to go again?" You smile up at him.
*Time Skip!!*
No one at Talon really knew why Reaper seemed to be more relaxed the following week. Rumors and whispers about the three dead men having their life drained from him made him this.... happy. All the other agents were terrified when they asked about it and only got joyful laughs in return.
Neither did anyone at Overwatch understand why (Y/N) wants to avoid talking about her mission. Maybe it went wrong? The glint in her eyes and the smirk told the others differently though. So what happened??