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Kinktober Day 1: Obligatory CBAT Post (even though it’s a little late)

SCP 173 X GN!Reader. I do not specify what you have between your legs only that you get penetrated <3

[Warnings: literally everything, CBAT, exhibitionism, creampie, odd sex/kinda rough sex? Ecto dick. MINORS DNI]

[AN: I have, honest to goodness, never hated a piece of my writing this much before. Happy Kinktober! 1154 words <3]

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A part of you wants to kill the person who greenlit a test of this caliber. You can feel your insides shrivel up as SCP 173 inches towards you with the pulsing of the strobe light. You take in a sharp breath through your nose, slowly exhaling it past your lips as you shift uncomfortably on the makeshift ‘bed’ the research department has so graciously gifted to you and your rebar ridden ‘lover’.

Could you really call them that? The thought swirls and swivels around in your head as you think back to last year, when you were just a person with a number and no further purpose. See an eldritch being of terror in the morning, chug coffee around noon and talk with some sink that’s actually made from instant noodles but it’s supposedly smarter than Tesla! It was standard, status quo for you until SCP 173 came into your life and made you theirs and theirs alone.

It’s admittedly a little embarrassing thinking back to the day that the two of you first slept with each other. In fact, MTF unit Nine Tailed Fox wasn’t sure how to go about the situation themselves, with SCP 173 buried deep inside of you, your legs spread wide open moaning for the entire site to hear while the corpses, of who you considered your coworkers, grew colder and colder on the floor, you really managed to stump them! In fact, they received word from Dr. Gears, COG himself, to just “let the two of you finish. It would be good for research.” Which leads to now, a situation you actually find quite positive, but still awkward due to the fact you know the researchers and their interns are listening and watching (though they pretend to grant you privacy).

You get fucked by a freaky statue for research. That is the terms of your service. Admittedly, it’s rather pleasant. SCP 173 has moved onto the mindset of viewing you as their ‘mate’, or something adjacent to that, and they somewhat obey your words. If you don’t want them to crack the necks of people just checking in, then they sometimes abide by your wishes. They’re actually super sweet when they want to be, but your relationship took a year of growth to reach the comfort it is now.

In short, you know that they won’t hurt you. However, you might hurt the stupid researcher who decided to suggest this kind of test for your weekly visit with them. The strobe light is hooked up to a playlist that gets played on shuffle. The lights flicker and pulse with the beats in the music, and sometimes it works to your favor. You learned that SCP 173 actually enjoys listening to music while they rail you, and you assume it’s because they enjoy the way the lights change as they bend you down and slam your ass against their waist to take their cock deeper and deeper. You’ve learned that they like to play with their size this way as well.

Today’s song is something so out of pocket that you’re certain you’re going to combust. It started off almost normally, something that was a little bearable but still off for the acts you were going to commit. The first few seconds were a bit cheesy, like an old Super Mario load up screen, but then it happened.

SCP 173’s cold, stone hands pressed your thighs apart as you laid waiting for them on the bed. The lights dimmed and shifted with those same cheesy sounds and you closed your eyes in anticipation. You’d already prepped for their size, knowing you would not be able to take it without the warmup. SCP 173 was terribly impatient some days, and this felt like one of them. You took in a deep breath as the bulbous head of SCP 173’s cock pressed against your hole. They listened to the music and seemed to wait for it to shift before pushing deeply into you.

Your lips fell open while your nails gripped onto the sheets as they hilted inside of you. You squeezed tightly around them and gasped. “Oh fuck!” You hissed, trying to tune out that gods awful music that connected to the strobe light,

SCP 173 seemed to enjoy it. Their gaze, despite their lack of discernible eyes, bore into you. And they pulled their hips back before thrusting back in, shallow, but in time with the music. Could you even really call it music? It sounded like a clown falling down the stairs, growing more and more depressed with its choices in life. The way that SCP 173 pushed into you indicated that they were very much keeping in time with the music.

Your hole burned. This was unlike ANY other time that they had slept with you. While you were more than lubricated due to the vast amount of precum weeping from SCP 173’s engorged tip, but that doesn’t mean it feels pleasurable! You almost wanted to laugh at the absolute absurdity of the situation. Your legs were still splayed wide open as they thrusted in, out, in, out, in, in, in, in, and swiiiiiirl. You began counting the seconds and minutes to when it would be over. Sometimes the roll of their hips was nice, but then it was immediately screwed over by the awkward thrusting.

You looked up at your lover and felt heat rush to your cheeks. They seemed to more than enjoy it. They were so focused on the way that their cock pushed deep into your hole alongside the music. Did they make ecto-balls? You could feel them as they smacked into your ass, round, full of cum and ready to stuff your hole. You mentally came to the conclusion that they would be the only one getting off tonight. The depressed clown honk isn’t really doing it for you, nor is the weird drums, rhythm, or really, anything about it!

“173,” you groaned as you watched their cock disappear inside of you, leaving a slight bulge before they continued on. “Gods, just cum already-!” You sneered. The more conscious part of you could hear researchers scribbling away on their silly clipboards, noting subject agitation and whatnot. You wondered if the song was about to taper off. It had nearly been three minutes of a new personal hell.

SCP 173 pushed forward a few more times, of course still matching the rhythm before finally rolling their hips deep against you. They never spoke, it was more of a mental thing whenever they connected with you this deeply, but you swore you could hear them moan and practically scream as they came. Their thick cock twitched deep inside of you as they filled you up to the brim, not wanting a single drop to escape from your weeping hole as they lightly thrusted forward, still very much in tune with that damn song.

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