Revived! Alex Mercer X Scientist! Reader smut Boy X Girl requested: aydeepraysfordahmeer

*Rape shizzz...watchout. Just watch out.

The corpse laid on the metal and cold bed.

The distance between the female scientist and the most-wanted murderer, in New York, were fairly seperated. The female scientist had partners in suits, except for her because the facility could give two for the examination.

"It's this killer again. What's his name?" Asked the man, looking at his friend behind him, who was fixing the surgical materials. "Alex Mercer, the head of the project weeks back." Gossiped the other. Y/n, the scientist and the leader of the group, ended their conversation by saying, "Hush, enough with your babbling and get back to work." The two suited men laughed in response and did her request.

She straightened and removed Mercer's jacket. The other scientist complained, "Who wears this many sleeves? Is it really cold outside? It has been hot lately." His friend replied from behind, "Uhm...Maybe the blacklight is part of the jacket. Maybe it becomes one of the clothing as well." Y/n agreed. She then started to unbutton his cream-colored dress-shirt, Y/n gulping and blushing at her actions. Alex's body looked well built but pale. The scientist from the other side of the bed noticed, "Are you nervous, Y/n?" She jumped and replied with a slight of stutters, "Uh...Yeah, sorta." The second suited man brought the surgical materials above the bed's area.

The three scientists sighed and prayed (how religious), worried about their death. At the end, Y/n sensed that something was wrong, she shrugged it and started the examination.

The scientist asked, "So, what's the first thing?" Acting dumb --or being dumb-- was a part of him, trainee in the first day, but when Y/n sensed the uncertain feeling, perhaps the first day of the trainee would probably be his last. (Let's name his buddy behind him Brad, yesh?) Brad answered, "Scalpel, trainee." Y/n stretched out her hand, wanting to grab the scalpel from the person in front of her. (We name the trainee Casik *suckish name*) Casik jumped in embarrassment and passed what the leader needed. He then got his own and they both went on separate ways.

Y/n spread the dress-shirt away, making more of a scenery in her mind. She blushed deeply, making a shy attitude. She placed the scalpel on his pale, muscular, skin and drove the stick down. But failed as the sharp tip of the blade chipped off in an instant. Casik then looked attentively at the tiny blade, he did the same thing as Y/n on the arm and the blade did the exact same thing: chipped off. Like it was nothing to the murderer's body. No cuts, no bruises, no blood. "W-what the hell...!" Freaked Brad, he saw the blades chip. Y/n then muttered, "Fuck," she continued, "Something is wrong. Down to hell." She got the scissors and tried stabbing his chest but all the titanium did was bend and break. The three stood back, they confirmed the accusation of Y/n agreeable. All that mattered to them was to dissect the respiratory area. Cut them open but nothing happened. All the tools were destroyed, broken.

"Ah, shit...He's -- this is insane!" Shouted Casik, trying to think of an escape. Brad shivered in trauma, expecting that the murderer will wake up in any minute. And as for Y/n, she didn't try to cool down her members, but all she did was stood there; horrified.

She knew this, she had this vision before she entered, and in this mere second, needs to act fast, she had to save her crew. But it was too late. The sudden milisecond of trouble entered the room. Alex has awoken. His blacklight swung the two men out of the room, knocking one out and the other dead; Brad on his dead side while Casik is on coma. Y/n just screamed and covered her ears, trying to get her head together. She tried running away but the door was sealed.

Alex then went to Y/n, grinning like the devil. He walked towards her while saying, " I need something worth...worth the time...worth-- flavorful..." She covered herself to the corner of the cold, tiled, wall, trying to avoid any conflict to harm her. She breathed heavily, she couldn't move, and she knew what he meant. He wanted her, a taste of her, he was hungry as hell itself.

He then knelt down to her and caressed her shivering skin, he heard muffled cries of her and cooed, "Don't worry. I'll just take a bite." Y/n screamed, "No!" Alex pinned her to the wall aggressively, hands pinned above her, legs opened by his blacklight, and mouth tied up as well. Y/n teared up and screamed and squirmed.

Alex then scrolled his hand at her thighs to her breasts. He was lustful. Alex the unbuttoned her dress-shirt and pants. He then slipped a small tendril of his down immediately to her core and he then massaged her breasts. She moaned and blushed, feeling a knot between her stomach. His tendril rubbed her from the inside out, him; feeling the soft, wet, and warm textures of her made him tick. He then unwrapped her mouth and replaced it with a strong prod of his blacklight, plunging up and down. Alex then pulled down his pants and placed his member right to her system, after removing Y/n's skirt/pants. He slammed his pelvis hardly to hers and grunted once in awhile as she moaned in pain.

Y/n felt like she was coming, she then huffed and went. Covering her transparent magma to his member. He smirked, "You came to early, perhaps a punishment for your mistake would be fair." Alex shifted her body, in an instant, facing his member to her mouth as she begged for him to stop, but he cut her off by placing his limb to her lubricant mouth. Y/n, with force, bobbed her head up and down, crying as her system was burning her and tendrils pushing in and out of her was so much to bear.

Alex then came out, overfilling her storage -- her tasting the salty liquid -- that spilled on her chest. Mercer then, gently, placed her down and went off, after giving her a snob look and saying, "Tell anyone and you're dead." She just sat on the cold, grey floor, making her memories feel blank; as if it was reformatted. She limped to her crew and called the security and ambulance after blacking out.

The crew soon came and were horrified by the disaster. They quickly aided them, but sadly reported to the institution that dear Brad Collins (full name) is reported dead on the spot. For Y/n, she has been taken for witness and for other therapeutic meetings. Still, in her mind, Alex Mercer, her suspect, just ruined her life from his revival.

Sorry if it is too short. I just hope I did your request. And sorry if it took so long. I was just working on the other oneshots. So better prepare for it. SPOILER ALERT: Agent Alex and Assassin Reader (!) up ahead! Catch! :D

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