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Call Me Monster - Reaper X Reader

tags: explicit sex, very nsfw, unprotected sex, age gap, afab gender neutral reader, not lore accurate AT ALL do not come for me, pov switches, kinda dark idk, i wrote this late at night with no music just vibes

If Gabriel were a better man, he wouldn’t even consider touching you with hands that have committed such violence. You light up the room you’re currently in, chatting up a potential sponsor. That’s one of the things that has always left him in awe about you: your ability to befriend anybody and have them entranced in that bright smile within minutes.

You’re young, just under 25 if Gabriel remembers correctly from snooping through your files, but you are still sharp and capable. An asset to any team you end up on. Still, your hands seem to have remained unmistakably clean. You’ve never had to take a shot, swing a sword, end a human life. Gabriel doesn’t have that same privilege.

He’s heard the word monster thrown at him more times than he can count. They aren’t exactly wrong, of course. Any person would look at the things he’s done, the lives he’s ended, and call him a monster. But it was for a reason, wasn’t it? Either way, the name doesn’t matter much to him. He has long since gotten used to taking lives and the consequences that come with it, regardless of if it is for a greater good or not.

You bring your champagne glass to your lips, savoring the bubbles dancing along your tongue and down your throat. Fancy dinner parties are not exactly your cup of tea, but it’s part of your job. The sponsor that you’re talking to currently drones on about something you can hardly focus on. You throw in a few polite nods and agreements, trying to seem interested in the conversation. A soft lace mask covers your eyes, the theme of this party being masquerade. It made the night slightly easier, though you’re sure anybody here can recognize you through it.

You hear footsteps behind you and the hair on the back of your neck stands. You feel his presence before you turn around, and you’re not surprised to come face to face with Reyes. His mask covers almost his entire face, shaped similarly to a skull. Some brown hair peeks out above it, littered with a few grey flecks. It’s not surprising to see him in a mask (he wears one all the time around base), but what is surprising about him is seeing him in a suit.

“I trust you’re treating my colleague well?” He grumbles out, facing toward the sponsor. It’s a polite act as a man in charge, but him using the word “my” to apply to you sparks a warmth in your stomach. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find him attractive. He’s mysterious, dark, brooding, and his voice rumbles through your bones every time he speaks. Though, he seems like the strictly off-limits guy, not to mention the age difference.

“Ah, of course,” the sponsor says, before the two start rattling off into a conversation you can’t even force yourself to pay attention to. You excuse yourself politely and sneak out of the banquet hall, your lungs begging for breath not laced with expensive alcohol and clammy rich men.

You step into one of the base’s guest bedrooms, then out of the balcony. The waves crash a few feet away from you, and the air tinted with saltwater hugs your lungs. The dress you chose to wear starts to itch against your skin, clearly not meant to be worn for extensive periods of time.

“You okay?” A voice calls from behind you, making you jump. You were so entranced in watching the waves that you didn’t hear the person coming. You turn to find Reyes standing in the balcony doorway, the curtain blowing softly in the wind.

“Yeah, just got a little stuffy,” you mutter out. “And I’m a little out of my element.”

“You were doing just fine, and you look the part, so there’s nothing to worry about. It’s all about confidence,” he says back, watching the way you start to shiver under the moonlight.

“Look the part?”

“Yeah…sexy, enticing,” he leans against the doorframe, his muscular figure backlit by the bedroom lights. “That sort of thing.”

“Oh, uh…” you start to say, your cheeks heating at the compliment. It’s entirely unlike him to say such things, and that fact has you stumbling over your words. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” is all he offers as a response. You nod awkwardly, then try to move past him.

“Guess we better get back to it, huh?” You say, accidentally touching his hand as you try to inch past him.

Coming after them was a mistake. A voice rings out in Gabriel’s head. He pushes it away, even though time seems to stop as he feels your touch for the first time. Soft, tender, innocent. Something he doesn’t deserve. If he were a better man, maybe he would let you walk away, forget about the way your touch felt like freedom. He’d move on, let you find somebody worthy of bright love, but he’s not. He’s always been a villain.

For the first time, he uses his abilities on an ally. He slips into wraith form quietly, moving like a cloud until he’s blocking your path to the door. A hint of surprise fills those bright eyes, your mouth hanging slightly open. God, what he would do to see what that mouth is capable of.

“Reyes?” You question. Your path is now blocked, not that you wanted to go back to the party.

“You look like temptation,” he growls out, but still keeps a foot or so between you two. You’re too stunned, too scared, to move. What if you do and it all stops? You don’t want that. Your heart picks up in your chest as you process his words.

“Then what’s stopping you?” You say back breathlessly. The two of you have had tension, undoubtedly, for a while now, but he’s never gone this far.

“Little ghost, I have scars older than you,” he says, taking a step forward. You hold your ground, trying and failing to ignore the heat building up in your stomach.

“You don’t seem to be somebody that cares much about taboos, Reyes,” you say back, staring into his dark eyes. They pools of brown swim under the mask, looking like there’s a fire ablaze behind them.

“I’m not,” Reyes says, then moves slowly, slower than you’ve ever seen him. He takes a few steps forward, looking down at you like a beast with cornered prey. Though, you’re not really cornered. He’s giving you time and space to get away, but you wouldn’t dare take it. You close the gap between the two of you, your hands wrapping up around his neck. He shudders under your touch, slipping his mask away quickly so he can press his lips to yours.

Fuck.

If Gabriel believed in a god, he’d think this was Heaven. Gabriel’s cock hardens in his pants the second your lips are on his. He thought perhaps he was incapable of feeling such things now, but your lips on his, they make him rethink everything. Your hands snake around the back of his neck and pull on his hair slightly, then you bite down on his bottom lip. He grunts into the kiss, his hands finding your hips and pushing you back until you’re up against the wall.

He braces one hand against the wall, then snakes the other up under your dress. You gasp softly when his hand traces lightly over your underwear, and the sound brings his dead soul to life again.

Reyes pulls his kiss away to watch how you react when his fingers softly trace over your underwear. It’s the first time you’ve truly seen him without a mask. He has what resembles burn marks on one side of his face, and a scar across one of his eyebrows. As he notices you looking at his maskless face, he pushes down on your clit through your underwear. You gasp, your back arching off of the wall from just that touch.

“Call me a monster if you want, Little Ghost. It’ll only make me harder,” he mutters, pressing his lips to your neck and biting softly. You squirm against him, your body begging for more than what he is giving you.

“Please,” you mutter out, pushing your hips towards him to try to get any amount of friction you can. The last amount of control, or whatever it was that was holding him back, seems to snap the second you pathetically beg for him. His hand wraps around the band of your underwear and yanks, ripping the fabric as it is pulled off of your body. His fingers find your core and he pushes against your clit again. You reel, his rough and calloused skin making your core ache for more.

“Fucking soaked for me, hm?” He growls. He doesn’t wait for an answer before he pulls back and leaves you whining. “Be patient, Little Ghost. Good girls get rewards.”

He starts to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs free, and you clench at the sight. He’s big, bigger than anything you’ve seen before.

He moves quickly, clearly unable to wait any longer (not that you could wait either), and balls your dress up past your hips. He lines himself up at your entrance, then pushes in in one swift movement. It leaves you crying out his name and whimpering.

Gabriel was wrong. Your lips aren’t heaven. This is. You take him so fucking perfectly, it’s like you were made for him. Such a bright, sweet face, now with scrunched brows and soft whimpers as they take his cock. It’s like a reward he doesn’t deserve. Your hands find your way to his back and your nails dig in through his shirt. The pain eggs him on even more. His thrusts are hard and unforgiving as he pushes into you. You cry out his name over and over again like a prayer.

A dark part of his mind is overwhelmed with the urge to come inside you, mark you as his, tarnish you. Somebody that is basically the human embodiment of sunshine getting fucked relentlessly by a monster like him? Nobody else can have that. You’re his now, irrevocably.

Your orgasm approaches you quickly, and you’re unable to hold back your moans as you clench down on Reyes’s cock. Your head falls against his shoulder as he continues thrusting.

“I want…you to…come inside,” you stutter out in between soft moans. The thought of it has your body heating up again. You’ve been on birth control for ages now, and you need him in a way that you didn’t even believe possible.

His hand sneaks in between the two of you and starts working your clit as he fucks you against the wall. White dots start to litter the corners of your eyes, tears pricking out at the overstimulation, but you enjoy every second of it. Your second orgasm comes quickly, and right as yours hits you, Reyes’s hits him as well. He grunts as he finishes inside you, then pulls out. You feel both of your releases drip down your thighs, for a split second, before he tracks it up with his finger and pushes it all back in. You shudder when he does, your core far too sensitive for it. You try to walk, but stumble, and he catches you in his arms.

“Come on, Little Ghost, let’s get you cleaned up,” he carries you carefully to the attached bathroom and turns on the shower, letting the water warm up as he helps you out of your dress and takes your jewelry off.

“Next time, I’ll be slower,” he says as his finger ghosts along your bare chest. “I want to worship this body.”

Next time? A smirk falls on your lips at the thought, and the implication. This was not a one-time thing for him, and that leaves you with a mind full of excitement, even as he steps into the shower with you.

#overwatch #reaper overwatch #reaper ow #gabriel reyes #blackwatch

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