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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

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proshiprodent · 1 year

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Yandere! SCP 049 Headcanons

woah im actually getting to this anyways sorry for the long wait but im here! the reader is apart of the scientific department ^^ also reader is afab but uses they/them

SFW

God does he love you.

Though you guys were both unaware at first

He thought it was just a feeling of friendliness and care

Until he couldn't keep you out of his head. Through all of his research, the thought of you lingered in his head

He then started to feel something different in him.

He felt an urge to protect you from everyone and to never let you go. He only wanted you to look at him, talk to him and for you to only be by him.

For you though, as an ScD, you saw him react differently everytime he saw you.

He would stare at you, like he was in a trance. He would treat you differently from the rest of the scientists.

The way you two began to grow closer was when you interviewed him.

You guys sat there for hours under close watch by the foundation. Talking on and on about eachothers lives and personal things.

You know it was odd to be closer than friends with an SCP, especially as foundation personnel but you felt something for him. Love.

He could tell you felt this by how he analyzed you everytime you guys would talk. He felt ecstatic, absolute joy in your reciprocation.

Sometimes when the foundation had put you in for tests, you two would talk to eachother in his cell. Enjoying eachothers company as you guys talked. He would even show off some of his progress or belongings that he somehow had.

You looked at him as he explained his studies, deep in thought and showing interest to it. "See, the pestilence does not reside in other mammals similar to humans, They've given me orangutans to test on but it's just not the same.." You nodded in agreement as he continued, "Though someday I hope to test on a human with the pestilence. Or any human."

"Would I be on your list of potential tests?" you questioned

"God no! Your beauty must be protected, I must not ruin a person like you..."

NSFW

ohgod-

He tries to be gentle at first. Keyword: tries.

He has a knife kink no fucking doubt and loves to carve hearts into you

What does his penis look like? oh honey you asked the wrong person

So I think its kinda lanky. Definitely sensative. His skin has a greyish tint to it so I think his penis definitely is grey with a bit of red at the top. The red is probably something like #DDCDC9 with the rest of his penis being #DDDDDD and his balls being a little darker at #C4C4C4. I'd say the length is 7.12 inches soft maybe, 8.01in hard (wow im generous). His penis may not be that thick but it makes up in length. Girth is probs 3.10in wide. His semen production is kinda alot. He definitely has a curve about like 4-5 degrees towards him.

He'd tie you up and call you a 'gift from the heavens'

049 writes down your reactions and actions and i will die on this hill.

He loves when you suck him off but refuses to say.

SIZE KINK SIZE KINK if your small he will love you forever

Theres no way he doesnt have a dacryphilia kink

Fucks you for hours and says its for research LMAOO

HE WILL MAKE YOU BEG I WILL DIE HERE

sorry i dont have much im so tired rn 💀

He looked at you as you layed under him, naked and flustered. "Beg for it, love." you looked at him and wimpered "P-Please fuck me 049, please cum inside of me..~" He chuckled at your words and thrusted into you,

"Finally I have you all to me.."

Yes i fucking wrote that paragraph. why? because i can. I apologize (not

#scp 049 #scp #scp foundation #scp researcher #scp 049 x reader #smut #scp smut #why did i write that fucking paragraph LMAOOO #LIKE THIS IS SO FUNNY BAHAHAH #proship interact #proship writing #🐀 writes!#yandere

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eldritch-spouse · 11 months

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I did this for myself, it's a little treat. 3008 is one of my favorites, for some reason.

[Twitter] [AO3]

#pinnie's art #scp smut #3008 just does something for me idk

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years

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sensation play headcanons ; scp 049 (18+)

kinktober day twenty one extra

pairing ; scp 049 x gender neutral!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

049 tends to treat this type of play as a way to experiment on the limits of humans like yourself - though he isn’t entirely disconnected from the act as he does still care about you

tests out a wide variety of textures, objects and materials with you - all while recording your reactions and his observations in his notebook (and speaking with you about them as they come)

is generally rather clinical and methodical with sex because of the precautions he needs to take with you - namely wearing gloves to counteract his fatal touch - and as such he will go through each material one by one in a typical orderly fashion

coarseness, roughness, hardness, smoothness, softness, flexibility, rigidity, plushness, etc. - any unique traits he can get his hands on will be experimented with on you

this also extends to things like changes in temperature, use of wax or water, and the like

and, once he’s satisfied with the data he’s collected, he’ll make use of your favourite sensations to show his appreciation for his most willing and endearing test subject - which is another way for him to show how thorough he can be

so either way, prepare for a long and pleasurable night

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #smut #minors dni #sensation play #scp smut #scp x reader #scp 049 #scp 049 x reader #scp 049 smut

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whaleofatjme1920 · 1 year

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How about a Scp 2030-1 (Laughy) x reader public s//e//x smut fic? I only found one lemon fic of him on wattpad so maybe you can give him a shot lol

A Good Show

[SCP 2030-1 X GN!Reader, AFAB]

[Warnings: general smut, creampie, biting/marking, Kinda public. MINORS DNI]

[AN: Sorry this is literally months late idk how to explain I’ve been up a wall. Anyways, here’s this. I don’t actually know what mood this is, and had a hell of a time even remembering what tense I’m writing in. my bad lol. 2212 words <;3]

It’s not everyday that you have a skip absolutely obsessed with you, but working for the Foundation has its merits. SCP 2030-1, also known as Laughy McLaugherson, had attached himself to you sometime last year. You had been working under someone, watching tapes, when he’d found himself captivated with your beauty. Though, through the late night visits where he would materialize through your laptop screen, your TV, at one point your shower where there were no electronics to be seen, he’d found himself helplessly infatuated with your mind too.

His obsession is dangerous, anyone could see that. You knew it, but still, here you remained. Laying on your bed, you flicked absentmindedly through channels you had no intention of actually watching. Your other hand pressed on your phone to check the time. Relatively pleased it was past midnight, you tapped the remote to the channel you knew would guarantee his.

His face wasn’t visible, but the rest of him was. He was animated as he explained the joy of coffee houses before his body paused. “Well, lookie here, folks,” he stated in his jovial, upbeat tone. “Seems we’re due for a commercial break! We’ll be back right after these short messages from our sponsors.”

You watched as his body language shifted before your TV displayed ads for products that couldn’t have existed in your current time. You squinted with a small scowl lining your lips. You wondered if he’d step through as dramatically as he usually did. You chuckled when the screen warped, suddenly holding the viscosity of warmed honey as he crawled through similar to the girl from the Ring.

“You have such a pretty laugh,” he noted as he stepped through in full, briefly fixing his tie and smoothing out his dark blue suit that almost hurt your eyes to actually gaze upon. All of this time with him slinking through your various devices and you still haven’t a clue what he looks like. You can feel that he’s smiling, but some part of his anomalous nature blocks your mind from perceiving his face. He’s got tanned skin, a light shade of brown, with dark brown hair that curls like the remnants of a gameshow host pulled from the 60s. But you don’t know the finer features of his face.

You could recall asking him about that when he first started appearing in your home. He told you he did it for your benefit.

“I’m glad you think so,” you finally replied.

He mirrored your chuckle and sat down on your bed. “I know so,” he said simply. “How are you?” He’s already gotten comfortable behind you. His long, lanky body curls around you warmly, a perfect fit to spoon you. He rubbed over your hips, your waist, and your chest before finally cupping there. His hand pressed against your chest, the pads of his fingers gingerly slipping over your nipples.

“I’m fine,” you hummed, clearly turned on by the physical touch. Your hips rolled against his subtly, or as subtly as you could manage. “What about you?”

“Eh,” he began. “Could be better.” He sounded so much more relaxed there in the space of your bedroom than when he would play host to his weird little show. “Did you want me to make some tea?” He asked as he rolled his hand down your stomach again to the hem of your shirt. He played your body like a violin, slowly coaxing your warmth without ever touching it as he moved his hand against your flesh from under your shirt. His fingers didn’t feel calloused at all, but not soft either. He works, but not in the way that shows.

You moaned softly at how easily you fell into his grasp. It isn’t the first time you’ve slept with him, but this is one of the faster times he’s managed to get you to bend to him. “No,” you answered as you bucked your hips back against him. You were nearly desperate to feel him. “You feel different,” you noted.

“Is it bad?”

You shook your head. “What’s gotten into you?”

His lips danced languidly over your neck as he continued to rub you in the right places. “You’ve never really responded to me like this before,” he mumbled. His teeth, just barely sharpened past what’s considered normal, nip at your soft skin. His hand left your nipples to fall between your legs. He let the waistband of your underwear dig into his wrist as his long fingers rolled against your lips, his thumb rubbing ghost-like circles along your clit.

You hummed once more. “You feel good,” you managed to wisp out. On the TV, you saw his show was back on. It was an empty stage, of course. He was in your room entertaining both of your combined desires. “Laughy-”

“Should we give them a show? A real show?” He inquired, voice dripping with lust and the desire to entertain. He felt you flutter even though he hadn’t pushed inside of you. On the TV, your heaving chest caged by his strong arms displayed lewdly. The audience made no sound, but he could feel they were entranced. He didn’t care whether they liked it or not, but chances are they were just as captivated in the good way as he was.

There it was. His cock, already semi-hardened, pressed against your ass. He growled playfully in your ear when you moaned once more upon the sensation of his index and middle fingers just barely dipping into your already weeping pussy.

He chuckles in that slightly condescending way that makes your heart pound. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He worked your body a little faster. His other hand wrapped around you, not caring of the somewhat awkward position as he groped at your chest again. He reveled in the pretty sounds that softly poured from your lips. “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered in your ear before he bit down on your neck, his sharpened teeth leaving a bloomed mark on your smooth skin.

You nodded fervently. “Please,” you mewled. Usually, you’d let him take his time with you. He was the biggest fan of nestling between your legs and showing you his inhumanly long tongue and all it could do, but you wanted nothing more than for him to bury deep inside of you. The two of you shifted on the bed. You whined at how his warmth left from between your legs but you grinned when he positioned himself above you. The sound of his buckle clicking and sliding off made you press and rub your thighs together. You looked up at him hungrily, even if you couldn’t actually register his face.

He slid off your pants, your underwear, and chuckled once more upon seeing you hurriedly slid your top off as well. He puckered his lips together and you recognize the sounding whistle as that of a wolf, which garnered soft laughter from the audience. His head tipped back while your hands eagerly wrapped around his long, thick cock. He exhaled deeply while your fingers traced over his veins, working him up to that unbearable hardness. His hands spread your legs apart while he fell to his forearms and loomed heavily over you. “You okay?” He checked once more as his hardened cock pressed against your entrance.

“Yes,” you said as you angled your hips upwards. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as the tip of his cock slid up and down to coat itself in your arousal. “I want you to fuck me and for them to watch.” You watched with wide eyes as the head of his cock split you open. Your breath hitched as he disappeared inside of you, inch by inch. Your pussy fluttered. Instinctively, you reached your hands up to his biceps and dug in as hard as you could. You gripped his dark blue suit and let your eyes squeeze shut as he pushed in deeper.

“How long has it been since I last fucked you?” He asked through grit teeth. “You feel so good but I-goddamn it-!” The words were lost on his tongue as he bottomed out deep inside of you. He moved his equally blue eyes over to the TV where the audience could clearly see he was balls deep inside of you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, and he reveled in the sight. He pulled his hips back and let himself become absolutely mesmerized by how his cock dragged back before burying deep inside of you again. He groaned deeply upon feeling you grip him harder.

You cried out softly and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Oh gods,” you moaned. “Laughy please-” you pleaded wantonly, “don’t keep me waiting. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-!”

Not one to disobey a request said oh so sweetly, he did as you asked. “Your wish is my command,” he smoothly granted. His hips snapped back and forth. He groaned deeply and let his lips fall back to your neck as he pressed hard against you. Thrust after thrust, he found himself absolutely lost in the pleasure of your body. “Keep moaning for me. I don’t give a damn who complains, I want them to know you feel so fucking good because of me.”

Your songs of pleasure grew louder and louder. A tight, warm coil in your belly grew hotter as his cock pressed you open. You panted like a bitch in heat. You suppose that’s how he made you feel. It was appropriate for the situation. Your legs locked so tightly around him refused to loosen as his thrusts grew erratic. You squeezed his cock tightly. “Cum inside of me.” Your mouth was speaking faster than your head could rationalize. “Please, cum inside of me. Fill me up.”

Something about your words spurred him on. He bit at your neck once more to leave those pretty marks your supervisors would positively detest as he grew rougher. He nudged your vision over to the TV to let you see exactly what he was doing to you. He was pounding into you at a dizzying pace. You were so wet that you’d soaked the bed and still had the potential to keep going. He grinned upon seeing your reaction. “You want me to cum inside of you?” He teasingly prodded.

“Yes,” you answered. “More than anything. Fill me up so much I can’t take anymore.” Your body craved him and needed him.

“Then cum on my cock first.” Cockily, he sharply rolled his hips forwards so the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. In any other situation, it might’ve hurt but gods, part of his anomalous nature must have been suppressing all sensations even hinting to that. He pressed so thickly against you, the tight coil cracked under the pressure, snapped and rushed out from you in white hot pleasure.

Your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his cock as you arched your back and screamed. You didn’t mean to scream, at least not like that, but the pleasure was far too great to ignore. Tears welled in your eyes and clumped together in pearly beads before they rolled down your cheeks. You gripped him tightly as you rode out your orgasm all the while still begging him to unload everything he had deep inside of you.

He was never terribly loud when he came, but something about seeing his cock pressed deep inside of you, it made his heart spin. He groaned deeply as he rutted against you and stilled, his cock twitching as his balls rested flush against your ass. “Fuck you feel so good,” he rasped breathlessly as thick, sticky ropes of cum spurt against your cervix and filled you to the brim. He rolled his hips against you as if to fuck it deep inside of you. His lips pressed gingerly to your neck, even going so far as to flit across your jaw before his eyes caught the sight of the thick white liquid dripping out from your pussy and around his cock onto the bed. He laughed softly before pushing his hips forwards once more.

“Look at that,” he cooed as ons of his hands moved up to your lower abdomen and softly pushed down. “Some of it escaped.”

You looked up at him and felt more heat rise to your face. “Laughy,” you warned. Your tone may have conveyed some form of annoyance but he could recognize that hunger from miles away. “You don’t want me to give you another load?” He cocked his head to the side like a lost puppy. He started to move his hips back. “And I wanted my audience to see an x-ray view,” he trailed off.

You squeezed your legs around his waist once more to draw him in closer. Too embarrassed to say it outright, but craving him oh so badly, you pulled at his collar.

Laughy himself was surprised at the action. He suppressed a yelp before his lips met yours. And he laughed. Genuinely this time. “You have such an odd way of telling me what you want. Don’t they, folks?”

From the TV, a stereotypical chorus of ‘aw!’ filled the room followed by the manufactured wave of clapping.

#scp x reader #minors dni #scp 2030-1 x reader #scp 2030 x reader #x reader #reader insert #secure contain protect x reader #scp headcanons #scp smut

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sixsixtwenty · 2 months

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Can I request Scp 049 x Reader smut?

Hey ho! I already made a version on my old Wattpad but it's with a Male reader! So I'm going to post that. If you wanted something else u can always request again!

Scp 049 x Male! Reader

!Smut!

SCP 049's POV

I was just silently walking through the hallways with all my cured patients, they were very badly infected with the cure so i had to help them!

Earlier i was finding more patients to cure when i stumbled upon my darling Y/N as they rushed through the hallways with papers in their hands.

They looked like documents but I'll ask him soon what it was.

I already know my darling for quite some time now and know lots about them like what they like to eat, drink, their insecurities and secrets..

And so on but that didn't matter right now.

My plan right now was it to find my darling and make him mine finally~ I've tried multiple times to give him hints that i love her

But he never picked my signs up and just skipped all of it and went right to interviewing. (Sounds like my love life fr.)

But not today, today will be the day i will go to my darling Y/N and tell her how much I'm into him and make love with him!

I was walking hallway after hallway corridor after corridor and just found more chambers from scps.

Where could they be?

But soon after i walked a bit further i found His office, finally found him and now i could confess to him!

Y/N's POV

I swear to fucking god these damn paperwork's are a pain in the ass! Once I'm done they just multiply or some shit! (School homework)

I already was preparing myself to get more paperwork once i heard my door open so i suspected it was Dr glass or whoever to bring me more

But as i turned around i was stunned to find scp 049 standing at the door as i choked in shock and looked at him- it- again.

"Hello my darling! How are you on this fine day?" 049 asked in a happy tone

"I-im fine 049 how about you? You seem pretty happy."

"Oh i feel fantastic darlin'! But i wanted to share something with you. Something i wanted to tell you!"

I quickly raised an eyebrow and gave him a confused look, he wanted to tell me something?

But i just silently nodded saying that he can

But suddenly he pulls out randomly some human heart as i could just puke at the seight of it.

"Y/N my darling I've loved you for a long time now and didn't know how to confess it to you. But here i am now! I killed all your enemies and anyone who was in our way of love! So please be my partner!"

I was shocked to find out he was the one who kept killing everyone i met but he was so friendly with me and always cared about me!

But i do feel a comnection with him. Like how i cared a ton about him too! But i didn't know if i loved him.

Before i could even say something he removed his bird mask and kissed me deep and rough (just think it's all clothing ok-)

I didn't reject it and kissed back entering my tongue and connecting both of ours making them collide together.

To my surprise 049 actually let out a moan in the kiss that excited me somewhat.

Yknow what? Fuck it.

Without hesitation i grab his ass getting a little sqeak out of him and massaged his as slowly unclothing him until he's just in his boxers

The seight of him was to die for but i wasnt ready to die right now but to put him in his place.

"You like it when i handle your ass as i stare at your body?"

"Y-yes Y/N~ p-please use me!" He moans

I just let out some giggling as i shove him onto the bed as i undress myself Infront of him earning very visible blushes

He crawled back over to me and ehagerly removed my boxers revealing my hard cock already dripping pre cum.

"Eager now are we?"

Without batting an eye he takes all my lenght in his mouth and sucks the living shit out of it.

He really knew how to use his mouth well as he gently bites on it sucks it and moves his tongue over it

Even tracing small circles at the tip making me groan and moan in pleasure as i shoot a lot of cum in his mouth and some dripping from his mouth.

"You taste so goood~"

"Well you sure know how to make a man cum..~"

NOONES POV

Y/N was now laying down on his back as the scp quickly goes on top as he shoves a dildo in Y/N's ass as he inserts a vibrator in his hole.

Both are now a moaning mess as the keep on cumming on each other and the room was filled with moans skin claps and cum

Y/N tries to take the lead again as he lays Scp 049 on his back and positions himself so he can thrust into the entity

He then sticks 2 fingers in his mouth to lube up his hole again just in case so he wouldn't feel so much pain

At the right time when he thought 049 was ready he thrusted in hard and moves his hands up to his neck and gently strangles him but not enough to injure him.

049 wraps his legs around Y/N's waist to stable himself and grabs onto the bed sheets and moaning like there's no tomorrow.

Even Y/N begins to moan and pant senseless now and even quickens his pace and chokes a bit harder now and suddenly cums into 049's hole as he releases on Y/N's stomach

"H-hey now.. that's just round one~" Y/N says in a lustful tone as 049 looks at him with fear an excitement.

TIME SKIP

It's been like 4 rounds now that they have done it and right now they're just laying next to each other and pull each other into a hug.

"Finally i have you all to myself my love. I love you"

"I love you too, but stop killing everyone i come across"

"No promises~" said 049 with a giggle and Y/N is left thinking and processing still what happened.

'dont worry my love noone will EVER come between us and if they do.. I'll murder them~"

(for the other person who requested something urs will be done soon!)

#scp x reader #scp 049 x reader #scp foundation #scp #scp 049 smut #scp smut #scp 🍋#request

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dxwnfxll · 1 year

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Had this on my mind all last night…. What would David be like in bed? 🫣

Interesting thought...Time to write it!

(Forgive me for anything that may seem rushed or any errors lolol)

David blindman..In bed~

Warning: obviously NSFW, smutty smut smut, cursing

-So you and David have somehow ended up in a bed together, well..not really a mystery as to how. You're his partner, and he loves having you next to him.

-Being in bed with David is normal, you've hopped in his bed for sleep and cuddles for the past..who even knows how long? You've lost count by now.

-But today seemed..different. David was antsy, touchy and only wanted to do things for himself. Usually he'd accept your help when it came to a lot of things. Like Washington dishes, cooking, cleaning. But today he only wanted to do it by himself.

-you thought maybe he was growing distance towards you, as he's kept this up for the past few days. Your worries clouded your vision, you didn't even see him move closer to you or the feeling of the bed shifting slightly as he drew closer to you

-only when you started feeling him kiss on your shoulder did you finally focus back on everything, you looked to see David with his arm around you as he kissed up your shoulder from your jaw

-he 'looks' at you, almost as if he knew right where you were before he leaned in and kissed you. You two have kissed before and even on a couple occasions you've both had make out sessions..but this kiss seemed hungry. As if he hadn't kissed you in years

-We're gonna say you don't have much awareness to his anomalous abilities. Like you know he can see in the future and his uh seeing eye dog exists. But he's never fully explained to you that he can technically see through another version of himself.

-so he can technically see what he's doing with you, and even if he couldn't he can easily feel around to find what he needs.

-Davids deffo a switch, depending on the partner he will either grab their hips and fuck them as rough as they want. Or he'll let them do all the work while he just 'obeys'

-But today he's feeling more..dommy, so he's already moved your legs apart and sat in front of you. He pulls your legs so you're closer to him while he kisses you deeply, when he pulls away he goes to work on your neck. His sunglasses being thrown off by him, it's been so long since he's done shit like this and he needed to just touch and feel again.

-He's probably already grinding against you cause he's had his horniness bottled up for weeks. A jack off is nice but it doesn't compare to actually having it inside someone while you hear them moan your name.

And this is where it gets really nsfw cause i feel nice today

Smutty smut smut

-He's holding your hips against him while he goes to work on your neck, biting as his fingers dig into you. "Fuck i've waited to damn long for this" he says desperately as he rushes to get his pants off

-Once you see him taking his pants off you also start undressing, throwing your clothes to the side you realized it's been a long time since you've been intimate. You and David never really seemed to be as he was usually always to busy or to tired to do so, plus you always took into consideration over his uh..impairness.

-Almost as if he can see you he watches you slowly expose yourself to him, once you throw your last article of clothing to the side he latches back onto you feeling up your chest, he grabs your hips as you can feel his bulge against your entrance.

-He's very 'rushy' with all this, touchy as well. He's feeling up your body while he readies himself for this.

-Now you aren't his first time or anything David has fucked plenty of people, he's just preparing to do it again after so long.

-When he's fucking you he's kinda rough, but if you tell him to slow down or be gentler he'll obey.

-He's pretty much got your head in the pillow while he fucks you from behind, his hands digging into your hips as he inches closer to his release

-He's very vocal during seggsy time, sometimes he has to stop himself from getting louder (as he casually remembers he has neighbors)

-once you two are like this he's very openly sexual towards you, and he's definitely a giver. He may just lay next to you in bed and decide to give you oral just cause

-He's not really into anything super kinky, so don't expect much bdsm or anything in bed. He's more vanilla but again he can still get rough.

-if he does have kinks it's usually hair pulling and fucking whenever wherever. Whatever parts you got down there sometimes he'll just pull you in an alley and wanna do a 'quickie' whether he's getting or giving

Not very good at writing smut so i'm sorry if it's..ehhh? But i do hope you enjoy!

Requests open!!

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vulturelined · 7 months

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Sanji fic was so good i creamed all over my screen, thank you for blessing my eyes truly.

Can you please make an SCP 049 fic and make him super submissive please im begging🙏

god bless 049

SCP-049 NSFW DRABBLE

minors dni, submissive scp-049

you had never seen the doctor the way you are seeing him now, crumbling under your touch. of course, he hasn't been touched for decades, but the way he's reacting to your hand alone? it should be criminal.

"please," his voice comes out shaky and broken, breathing heavily with that metal-tone that always accompanied his words. his head is leaned back against the cold, stone wall and his grey eyes are hazy, filled with need and want. he's not able to keep himself still, or quiet; a pleasant surprise from the usually monotone and held-together SCP.

his hand suddenly reaches out to grab your wrist, only to stop himself before he touches you. he heaves a sigh, gently rocking his hips into your hand, and you gently squeeze around the base of his cock. a low, drawn out groan escapes him and he sinks further into the uncomfortable bed in the back of his containment quarters.

his gloved fingers dig into the material beneath him, his breathing picking up by the second and his hips becoming erratic in the way they moved against you.

when you pause your hand, his eyes open, and he stares down at you with a need that makes you swallow thickly. you can feel him throbbing in your hand, gently running your index finger along his tip. he hisses, thighs trembling. "please, keep going," he pleads, trying to thrust further in your palm. he lets out a frustrated groan when you don't listen to him, reaching a hand up to rub his mask in irritation.

"c'mon, don't be like that," you hum, standing, but your hand never leaves him. you lean over him, gently pressing your forehead to his mask's, using your hand to support yourself. "just want to really look at you when I make you cum."

he shivers at your words, letting out a choked moan when you start moving your hand again, this time at a much faster pace. he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out small calls of your name and pressing the beak of his mask to your neck. you pause your hand once more, making him shudder and let out a broken whine. "open your eyes."

he hisses through his teeth, reluctantly opening his eyes to meet yours. "if you look away, or close them, i'll stop." you plant a kiss on the beak of his mask before continuing your previous pace again.

049 keeps his eyes on you the whole time, gripping onto the bed beneath him and trembling in your hold. his pants are broken and intertwined with desperate moans, some being your name. "oh, please," he whimpers, and you swear you can see his eyes glimmer with tears, "please let me."

"go ahead," you coo, smiling coyly and speeding up your hand the best you can in the position you were in. you watch his eyes roll back and feel his him fuck himself into your hand. he chokes on moans and shallow breathing, pressing his head back against the wall and finally letting himself cum into your hand.

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mrs-day-see-father · 9 days

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#scp #iphone wallpaper #sugar bowl #gay guys #peyton list #actor #remus lupin smut #haircut #kat graham #lovely breasts

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#bigbang #scp foundation #harry potter fanart #sailor moon crystal #manga #conspiracy theories #sza #gay smut #outlander #analogue photography #mistresslife #cheeseburger #kwon jiyong #wedding dress #jb

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years

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thigh riding headcanons ; scp 035 (18+)

kinktober day twenty five extra

pairing ; scp 035 x gender neutral!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

thigh riding is the most consistent form of sexual activity you’ll receive from this scp because he’s able to actively pick subjects/hosts that would suit your needs based on appearance alone

it also carries less risk of you coming into contact with the corrosive slurry his hosts tend to emit when under his control - so it’s a solid win in his books

that being said, he’s the one in control with no exceptions and he has the final say on how fast you can move, how rough you can be and when you’re allowed to come onto him

he’ll have a vice like grip on your hips as he guides you along the length of his thigh - charming voice praising and degrading you in equal measure for being willing to perform such lewd acts with any host he has at the moment

he also tends to place a lot of emphasis on the fact that you belong to him - that he’s the only one to be able to touch you like this - and, as such, this act may very well be done in full view of cameras and other staff members/d-class subjects if he feels like showing you off

he’ll deny you several times over until you’re whining and begging for him to let you come and then he’ll finally relent - moving sharply against you and laughing about how you’re his personal little whore amongst other such possessive degradations

and once you’ve come down from your high, he’ll jokingly scold you for making such a mess of his new body - potentially even asking you to clean him up (usually with your tongue, but that depends on the nature of your relationship in general)

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dxwnfxll · 1 year

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I have been dying to ask this question to someone, and your head cannons are just so amazing 🤩 what would be your head cannon if Mikell decided to be submissive in the bedroom with his partner 👀👀👀👀

WOOOOOO O-KAY!

Here's Mikell as a sub (babygirl)

Obvious warning for smut and nsfw, oh and cursing

-alright so i can't imagine Mikell as a full on sub, sorry dude def gives dom vibes...buuuuuut i can imagine him as a switch. He will def have moments where he just wants to he topped by a dom

-This probably came as a surprise to you one day (and for this thing to work let's say you're a switch to), you're used to usually being the sub in the bedroom. As you were sitting in said bedroom trying to watch some TV you could feel some shuffling next to you

-you were really into this show and tried to pay attention to it while Mikell just kinda grabbed at you, "Mikell i'm trying to watch this" it was quite for a moment before you heard him "so you don't wanna be dom for once?" You paused just hearing that blurted out "huh-?"

-the man next to you looked nothing like the Mikell you've known, his usual serious face now looked all..soft? Is that even the right word to use here? He looked up at you with fucking puppy eyes before getting on top of you straddling your hips "what? You look surprised, i told you i'm a switch y/n"

-your face was red as you just watched him before snapping back to reality "i mean if you want a dom, i can totally be that" and with that you flipped yourselves over. With you on top and him on bottom 'this is really fucking different'

-honestly dudes probably into being tied up when he's a sub, so i can imagine his hands tied up to the bed post while you ride him. He's probably also into calling you 'mistress/master' (you're gonna look at Mikell and tell me he ain't into kinky shit?)

-Def into biting and you 'marking' him, but you probably gotta make sure it's somewhere people won't see. Even though he's an 05 he can still have those hickeys possibly seen by other 05.

-A casual scene where he's under you panting heavily with sweat dripping from his face as his hands are tied to the bed post behind him, his hairs all ruffled up as he literally begs for you to just fuck him already.

-when he's in a sub mood he gives you those 'fuck me eyes' you'll know them trust me, and he does a 180. Goes from being a serious dude that's kind of an asshole to being extremely clingy and wanting to do nothing but 'serve' you.

-if you ask him to worship your body during these sub times he definitely will, He's probably the type to want to be ordered around while being all sub. But that doesn't mean he'll do EVERYTHING you ask, he has limits don't push 'em.

-imagine a scene where he's in a sub mood, He's on bottom with his face in the pillows while you're fucking him wearing his hat. "How's that cowboy man?" All you get is a groan/moan in response

-totes into orgasm denial if you are, and if you're into begging well this is the only time you'll hear him beg. You can totally tease him about it later (in private) and he'll just give you a side glare and grumble

Wooo hope this was done right, i don't usually write nsfw so it's new to me lolol

I did enjoy writing it tho and i hope you enjoy reading it!

Requests are open! See ya!

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanfiction #scp x reader #scp mikell bright x reader #scp mikell bright #scp smut

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wolveria · 1 year

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The Raven’s Hymn - Ch 18

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Warnings: Medical exams, !!Mild sexual content!!

Chapter Summary: “What are you doing?”

AO3

You nearly bolted, your body electrified with adrenaline from how quickly it approached, but 049 didn’t touch you. It hesitated and then slowly dropped its hands. It stared at you, studying you, its gaze roaming over your body as if needing to drink in the sight. Even though its hands were kept at its sides, you could have sworn you felt the ghost of them by the intensity of its gaze.

It finally spoke.

“They have mistreated you.”

“They did tests,” was all you said.

The SCP narrowed its eyes and looked past you to the observation glass in the middle containment room. That had changed too, you just now realized. Before, it had been a one-way glass, reflecting the autopsy table, the sink, basically everything in the “laboratory” portion of 049’s containment unit.

Now, the glass was dark. Tinted so strongly that it was opaque to your eyes, and maybe 049’s as well. You’d figured out fairly quickly that the plague doctor could see beyond the one-way mirror, and you wondered if this would block its sight.

In the end, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t see a damn thing, but at least you wouldn’t be forced to watch any more horrific experiments carried out in reflection.

“That will not happen again,” 049 said, its low voice drawing you back. “You are my assistant, not a plaything they can abuse at their whims.”

The SCP stood before you just as tall as ever, but your initial fear was gone, its presence and words comforting. Though there was something in the way it said, “my assistant,” the possessiveness in its voice that sent a shiver up your spine. Maybe you were truly going mad, but it didn’t feel like madness. It felt like the opposite of madness.

“That’s… kind of you to say,” you offered, trying to give the SCP as much of a smile as you could. You’d nearly forgotten how. “But neither of us can do anything about it.”

“We shall see.”

You expected that to be the end of it, that the tests would continue or 049 would go back to whatever it did when you weren’t here. But the SCP moved closer, looming over you as it stood a breath away.

You swallowed.

“What are you doing?”

“I wish to conduct a physical examination. It would not do to have my assistant in poor condition.” It paused and added, “Do I have your consent to do so?”

Well, at least it was asking this time. You didn’t know what a “physical examination” entailed, but you were curious. As long as the plague doctor didn’t find a case of spontaneous Pestilence, you would probably survive the procedure.

Probably.

“…Go ahead.”

“Excellent.”

Despite its newfound enthusiasm, its hands were gentle as it felt along your neck, sending your heart racing immediately. But the SCP didn’t squeeze or otherwise make any aggressive moves; in fact, it was treating you with such care that your brain simply couldn't process it for a few seconds.

Your heart quickened. No one had really touched you like this before.

It felt along your jawline and cheekbones, pressing down lightly with its thumbs before moving upwards, stroking your forehead, and ending with massaging its fingers into your scalp. You shuddered and closed your eyes, clenching your jaw so you wouldn’t make a sound. This was embarrassing enough without making it obvious how long it had been since you’d had physical contact with another person.

Its hands traveled downward to your neck, more thorough with taking your pulse and feeling along your vocal cords. Your eyes were open again, and you fixedly stared at a place over 049’s shoulder, unable to meet its eye. Doing so would while its hands were on you was too exposing. You feared it would see every thought running through your head.

Its hands descended to your shoulders, pressing and prodding along your clavicle and shoulder blades, and you bit your lip to stifle down the moan that wanted to escape. This was not a massage, it was an examination, you kept telling yourself even as you relaxed further and further under the SCP’s ministrations.

When its hands dropped to your breasts, you nearly jumped out of your skin. The plague doctor released you at the sound of your sharp gasp, concern in the tilt of its head.

“Did I hurt you?”

“N-no.” You cleared your throat. “No, you didn’t. But do you have to examine… there?”

Its head remained tilted, as if it found the question silly.

“This was the source of your previous disease,” it said, indicating the left side of your chest. “It would be most prudent to examine tissue that was once infected with the Pestilence, but… if you wish, I shall move on.”

That’s exactly what you should do, tell it to skip this section of your body. You’d gone through enough humiliation without having an SCP feel you up like you were two teenagers learning petting for the first time.

Except, its touches were nothing like that. Fumbling, careless, clumsy with eagerness. 049 tended to you like… well, not quite like any doctor you’ve had, but it was clear it wanted to be thorough and diligent.

…And it really did feel nice. Nice things were a rarity in this place.

“Okay,” you said, your voice quiet in its breathless state. “You can continue your examination from… where you left off.”

The SCP bowed its head the smallest amount.

“Thank you. I will be gentle.”

Oh, you knew it would be. That was both the problem and the perk.

To your relief, 049 led you further inside the inner containment chamber. No peep show today for the observation room, and with 049 angled with its back to the camera, the researchers wouldn’t get a clear view from there, either.

You were nearly relaxed as you closed your eyes, the pressure of being constantly watched lifting for just a moment, and then you froze when 049 put its hands on your chest. You had to remind yourself to breathe. Its touch was even more careful than before, focusing on your left breast first as it rolled it in its hands. Honestly, it wasn’t much different than a normal breast exam, except it was an SCP conducting it and its touch was a bit too sensual to be clinical. You knew it was only because 049 was being careful, but still, it was far closer to a lover’s touch than a medical one.

By the time it moved on to your right breast, massaging and kneading the skin for whatever the plague doctor was looking for, your nipples were painfully hard even though they hadn’t been touched. So hard, in fact, that they could be seen through the undershirt and hospital gown, but 049 didn’t comment. It simply continued on, and you weren’t sure if it was relief or disappointment clenching your throat.

Your eyes popped open again when the SCP’s fingers pressed along your stomach. It was getting closer to a sensitive spot you’d completely forgotten about, a kind of erogenous zone along your lower pelvis a few inches below your belly button.

049 pressed down with its thumbs into that spot, and the pressure on your uterus made you bite your lip so hard tears obscured your vision.

The plague doctor hesitated at your full body tension at that particular touch.

“Is there pain here?” It pressed in the same spot, and that same warmth pooled across your abdomen, resulting in a pressure between your legs. It didn’t help that the SCP had to stand closer at this point, so close that it was examining you by touch rather than sight.

You wondered why it was doing that, why it didn’t kneel down to examine you that way, or ask that you lie down on a table. The answer came to you just as quickly as the question. By standing up, it could still block the camera. Was it doing that to be respectful of your privacy?

Or… did it not want anyone's prying eyes on you for other reasons. Reasons that had to do with the possessive way it had uttered my assistant.

“No,” you squeezed out. “No pain.”

“Hmm.”

The inquisitive hum was the only comment it made as it continued its work, feeling along your pelvis and hips before continuing downward, toward the place you’d both dreaded and been curious about. How far did 049 plan on—

Quite far, apparently, as it rolled up the bottom hem of your hospital gown and said, “Hold this, please.”

When you remained frozen, it raised its head to meet your eye, a patient question there, but you could barely meet its gaze. You couldn’t look at much else either, as the SCP’s dark robed figure completely filled your vision.

“You’re… not going to conduct a pelvic exam, are you?”

“Only a cursory one,” it answered, a tilt to its head. “With your permission, of course. It will be swift.”

Well, if it was fast… it couldn’t be too bad, right?

This was insane. You should tell it to stop, there was nothing to be gained from this. Despite the medical bag and the strange chemicals and surgeries, it wasn’t a real doctor. You were leaving your body in the hands of an anomalous entity. A—

—creature that is delusional at best, and manipulative to an unprecedented degree at worst.

You used to view the plague doctor the same way once, though maybe not as cruelly as the Site Director, you’d still seen it as not-human. And it wasn’t human, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a person deserving of being treated like one.

You didn’t need to let 049 continue in order to prove you weren’t Leahy. You wanted the SCP to continue because you wanted to know what it did next.

“You may continue.”

You licked your dry lips, hoping you hadn’t made a huge mistake. Even if it was a mistake, you weren’t sure it was one you would regret as you took the rolled material of your gown from the plague doctor and held it up, exposing your leggings.

The SCP gave you a nod before returning its attention to continuing its exam. You clutched the fabric tightly as a pair of hands felt along your thighs, making the muscles jump at the contact. There was no relaxing massage this time, your body on edge and your skin oversensitive in anticipation of 049’s hands.

Your nerves had been ratcheted up so high that when the plague doctor’s fingers first traced along your mound, it was like a punch to the gut. Breath escaped your lungs, warmth erupting in 049’s wake as its touch slid downward, ghosting over your labia, and making your clit throb even without direct contact.

It increased the pressure of its fingers as it moved over your entrance, prodding there enough to cause a full-body shudder, but then it pulled away, apparently satisfied.

“We’re nearly done,” the SCP reassured you, and you could only nod, speech taking a backseat for a moment. Now it did kneel in front of you as it continued the last portion of its exam, and you could breathe easier without 049 filling your entire vision. Still, a part of you had enjoyed being shielded from the cameras, protected from your former colleagues by the entity you’d once studied.

It was almost mesmerizing as its black gloves moved over your white leggings, pressing into your knees and then your calf muscles, looking for what, you still weren’t sure.

When it reached your feet, it lifted your leg and slipped off the shoe, forcing you to brace against its shoulder for balance. The soft texture of its robes under your hand added to the whole weird but not-unpleasant situation. Its gloved hands felt along your foot, its thumb tickling the sole as it pressed down.

You twitched and stifled a giggle. This would be the worst time and place for that.

Thankfully, the plague doctor set down your leg with no further examination, at least the physical portion seemed to be over. 049 reached into its robes and pulled out its black doctor’s back, which was definitely too large to fit so seamlessly under its outer layer, but no one had been able to figure out where it actually stored the bag.

It led you further into the inner containment chamber and set the bag on the bed, drawing your eye toward the new piece of furniture. Larger and with sheets, pillows, and a blanket, it was clearly meant for more than one person. Did they actually expect you to share the bed?

049 drew something out of its bag and turned to you, and when you caught sight of it, you nearly giggled again. A genuine, old-fashioned stethoscope. No one at this site had documented that item from its bag before, but of course, it had never had a living patient it could examine until this point.

That thought wiped away all amusement, and you waited for the SCP to continue its exam as it pressed the resonator piece against your upper chest below your clavicle. You’d done this kind of exam hundreds of times—medical visits were a regular staple as a Foundation employee—but this one sent your heart racing when the SCP hovered behind you.

You nearly leapt out of your skin when it pulled up the back of your gown, and even though you still wore leggings and it was only seeing the bare skin of your back, you still felt nakedly exposed.

“Breathe regularly, please,” 049 said, pressing the piece against one side of your spine. You attempted to breathe slow and deep, calming your heart before returning to normal breathing. The resonator was cold, but the warmth of its other hand splayed across your shoulder blade made up for it.

Goosebumps broke out on your skin, and you closed your eyes, praying it would be over soon. Not because this whole thing had been horrible, but because it wasn’t. This was the nicest, most pleasurable thing you’d had in a long time, longer than you wanted to admit.

In fact, the last time you’d felt this good had been when you’d found yourself trapped in this very containment area, pinned against a wall with a certain plague doctor cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

A shudder ran through you, but 049 didn’t comment as it took your arm, examining the bandages covering the inner side. It removed the bandages before you could give warning, and you both stared down at the damage done. You didn’t remember most of the procedure, your mind shut down at that point, but it looked like a patchwork of skin had been removed from the first few layers, and several methodical measured cuts up near your inner elbow.

As if awareness was awakening the nerves, your arm throbbed and stung to the exposed air. But 049 held your arm with gentle precision as it examined the skin, turning your arm from one angle to another, and then it released you to rummage in its bag. It pulled out a green bottle, a ragged, grey cloth, and several white cloth wraps.

“Barbarians,” 049 muttered as it dabbled the cloth along your skin, drenched with whatever liquid was in the green bottle. The sting was replaced by a cool, balmy relief, and you watched the plague doctor work in relaxed silence. Its hands were deft but careful, never fumbling or being rough on accident.

Barbarians. Is that how 049 saw the Foundation? It had been cooperative with personnel once upon a time, seeing the researchers as fellow doctors and “men of science,” even going so far as to call them colleagues. But once the experiments slowly stopped and it was treated less like a person, it had stopped seeing them as equals. This was all before the plague doctor had arrived at Site-20, and you remember well seeing it for the first time, lethargic and stooped over its desk like a stature carved in a moment of quiet grief.

How different it was now, fussing over your wounds with a keen eye and gentle hand, so vibrant and alive. Even when at the beginning it had been intimidating and hostile, it had still shown signs of life only after you’d been assigned to observation duty.

Why? What about you was so compelling to the SCP?

049 remained silent as it finished wrapping your injured arm with the cloth bandage, tying the ends in a flat knot that wouldn’t hinder the use of your arm. Only when it was finished did it raise its head and speak.

“The damage is reparable and largely psychic. A few days of bed rest, or at the very least of calm and quiet, and you should be in good spirits.”

“Yes,” you said slowly, running a finger along the top of your arm, feeling the soft bandages. “That’s… why I’m here.”

The SCP tilted its head, a silent question of explanation. You were getting better at reading its quirks.

“My superiors think you can help with that,” you explained.

“Mmm. And what do you think?”

One thing the plague doctor seemed to value was honesty, and it wouldn’t be wise to lie to it. Besides, what would be the point?

“I would rather be here than in my cell, waiting for more tests,” you admitted.

“Why?” It tilted its head a little farther. “Does it matter where in this facility you are if these tests are inevitable?”

You were stuck on the spot, both by the question and that piercing gaze. Did it matter if you were here or if you were back in your cell?

“I don’t know,” you eventually said. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth.

049 studied you, expression unreadable. You were starting to wonder if that was the wrong answer, or at least a disappointing one, when it turned away and began to clean up its supplies, replacing them in the bag.

“Perhaps the answer will come to you while you are here. In the interim, you should rest. The freshly installed accommodations should be of use to you, though if I were in control of such things, they would be less… austere.”

That was surprising. You could hardly imagine 049 in a comfortable, cozy setting, surrounded by shelves full of books and a warm fire crackling in a fireplace—okay, perhaps you could imagine it. And it was a distracting image at that.

You surveyed the clinical room, really taking in the lack of personality and livability. If you could do it over, become a junior researcher again, the first thing you would do is get rid of these horrible chambers. Dr. Puli had to fight tooth and nail just to have 053’s cell decorated like a child’s bedroom, but what about SCPs like 049? They’d been shoved into white boxes that, in hindsight, were more like a tomb.

Well, it was too late for regrets now.

“You don’t mind if I use the bed?”

“The facilities are yours,” it said with a small sweep of its arm, indicating the room. “I do not need sleep. Any rest I wish to do can be done while the bed is unoccupied.”

And there were those funny, distracting images again.

“That should work. Thank you.” You went to retrieve the duffel bag you’d dropped by the inner containment doors, then hesitated. “Thank you for… you know, everything.”

Your less-than eloquent gratitude was received with a slight raise of its head, then it dipped its beak down and its eyes crinkled in that way that meant it was smiling.

“You are most welcome, assistant.”

You held in your wince as you turned back to your duffel bag. Right, assistant. That was your role in this madness, and you would do well to remember it. As charming and well-spoken as this SCP could be, it was still an SCP.

You could do worse. This was much better than being stuck in a kennel full of 939s.

Bile tried to crawl up your throat at the memory, and you quickly turned back to your previous task, opening up the duffel bag and taking stock of what was inside: clothing and some toiletries. That answered your question about how long they wanted you to stay, at least a few days. You looked forward to not being stuck in your cell and having someone to talk to.

It should be fine. Just so long as you didn’t linger on the memory of 049’s fingers caressing between your legs.

Next Chapter

#scp 049 x reader #scp 049 #scp 049 smut #scp foundation #scp fanfiction #the raven's hymn #wolveria writes #i had to put extra !!! on the warnings because i'm so excited lmao

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hi, hi💜 i was wondering if i could request SCP-076-2 x reader fluff/smut mix? :3 might be 2 vague, but go wild!!

i am bordeline obsessed with that man. (1 of my multiple husbandos so sue me.)

so. BET BUSTER. srry if it's short and shitty I've been going through some shit.

scp 076-2 x Reader

(fluff + smut)

You and Able have been dating for a little while now, around 1-2 years so average relationship! it has been VERY hard for him for the concept of relationships. let alone love.

(c'mon he's like 10,000 years old or something. gove this man a break relationship standards keep changing like plz-)

at first when he even remotely caught feelings he's not even accepting it. not even acknowledge it. he's just "well ok. i hate that. I'm gonna kill people."

but it's been bugging him over and over with his feelings about you, he's doubting the feelings and just thinks it's just another form of hate.

but every fucking time you're around or even walk past him let alone be in his eye sight he's crumbling.

sometimes even some guards around him who even caught a glimpse of his face could've sworn his cheeks becoming a bit pink.

(not able giving them a death stare right after)

he just didn't know how to adress it or even adress it at all and just let it fix itself.

but then someday you came up to him and did the dumbest (or luckiest) move and told him those 3 magical words.

he was. baffled. quite baffled.

"I love you."

"what?.."

"i love you Able."

"..."

He was. staring. staring into your soul? no. he's trying to stare into your mind.

but when he just kept staring you suddenly kissed his cheek..you kissed his cheek?

oh shit his cheeks are red CODE RED-

and literally 1-2 years later he's Your Boyfriend.

it's very quick to him but yet he isn't complaining.

and the day you brought up that you just wanted to be fucked by him/fuck him. (YOU SINNER! SATAN! COME GET EM-)

he was thinking about it because if you remember. he isn't opposed to sex. but now that you're here.

he's considering it.

eventually he finds himself in your room (he destroyed all the cameras too <3)

while you are just undressing yourself. your chest fully exposed to him and your sex showing.

in all it's glory.

his eyes are wandering all over especially to your sex wich is kinda surprising! but he's super into it.

and when your eyes stravel over to his body. his very muscular olive skinned body. your eyes also travel to his sex. noticing that he's pretty damn hard.

and gah dayum is he hard. he looks almost 10inch big. and you're like "well i hope that fits".

you throw yourself onto him (with his consent ofc bc consent is VERY sexy)

(im sorry in very tired rn so- no horny rn)

you stick his cock all the way into your mouth trying to deepthroat him while he's a grunting mess. and by the time he cums your mouth is filled to the brim.

trying to swallow it all before he just pins you down on the bed and fucking you into the mattress. (have you seen this man bro?)

he's incredibly rough once he gets the hang trying to fill your ass with his liquids (cum.) while you're holding onto dear life.

"you're fucking up my insides!"

"im not killing you."

"FEELS LIKE IT....but it's hot."

after you two finish up and you being a complete pastry because of a certain someone.

you just cuddle up to him. pushing your face into his chest doing this wiggle motion as if you're comfy asf. (let's be honest. his chest id both soft n squishy+ hard af)

wrapping your limbs around him. and him doing the same to you, his long hair hanging down and tickling some of your skin

it was. a very nice scenario for you.

you wrap your blanket around you both not caring if any of the forbidden juices land on the blanket.

he could've sworn you purred.

Able just feels at peace. just knowing that you're there for him. that you won't leave him

you're the only one who truly let yourself near him and didn't scream for your life.

"you're the only one.."

#scp x reader #scp #scp foundation #scp 076 x reader #scp 076 #scp 076-2 #scp 076 x reader smut

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