#scp 106 x reader

[ijumpbridges]

random request because I just thought of it, what if Baby!Reader was being taken care of by 106 or 096 or 173 or 049 or 035? How good are they with children??

Baby!reader

Alr pal imma just go with all, since you can’t choose.

(Ft. 035,049,096,106,173)

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035:

It is already obvious he can be someone who is good at taking cares of kids full time, but he can do part time of it.

Changing dipers no

Can’t stand the crying

Can’t handle erratic behaviors

If you didn’t start crying he wouldn’t know you were hungy

Can barely cook, so baby food is just normal-ish food

He can take care of you

He can entertain you

But it comes with many cost, that’s why the foundation separate you from them

One time you pulled the fire alarm, another time you got keycards for you and him to escape

049:

If CPS was a thing around the foundation, they had turn around on you with the abuse that you have to go through because 049 keeps trying to cure you.

At first it all went very well

Althgouh had thsi weird habbut on cheking up on you, rather like a doctor than a parent to make sure you weren’t ‘sick’

It was very sad that they had to separate you from him.

Because you sneeze and it drove him mad enough tot ry to cure you.

He was tackled down and you weren’t taken from him, and he was even screaming your name and how he needed to cure you.

He was the perfect parent, even with this crazy side, but he is, but he still is not fully suited to be so.

096:

No way you surviving unless you are a blind baby.

He cannot feed you

But he can protect you.

He is very strong and does

Separating you from him was actually difficult

He took a liking of you and it almost cause a breach

Separation anxiety rising to the roof

From time to time the foundation separates you from them so they can properly take care of you and then bring you back to him.

No longer than like 3-4 hours.

He could cuddle or move around you when you’re sleeping.

106:

He cannot even stand being near, im sorry.

He will aduct from time to time.

Bring you toys or things too.

But when you are crying he is not approaching you.

He would freak out the doctors and everyone in the foundation on purpose just for you to be found either giggling or sleeping around in the hallway.

Watches you when you are asleep in your room.

He doesn’t touch you because he is afraid of harming you (liquid thing that he has)

He brags you by your clothes.

173:

He plays with you.

He moves around while you climb on top of him

He shows you around the facility

He protects you from danger, but not for a lot to fight off other types of danger.

Mtf be picking you up and leave you away from them.

Its always the randomest thing happen when you are with them.

Dr. Clef is the thing that they make you stay away from and the thing that chases you both.

They haven’t snap your neck yet, or at least you haven’t die because of it, but they only did one or had at least try once.

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: WIP

SCP Scenarios Masterlist/pt 2 | My Works Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Rules | My Original Post | Request | Socials

SCP 682 x Fem!Scientist!Reader | Oneshot (REQUESTED)

Dr Gerald/SCP 666-J | NEW CHARACTER (REQUESTED)

When the reader quits her job | FT. 073, 069, Dr Bright, Dr Glass, Dr Clef, Dr Kondraki, Dr Gerald (REQUESTED)

SCP 079 x Thicc!Reader (REQUESTED)

When they see you get hurt | SCP x Child!Reader (REQUESTED)

Dr Clef x O5!Reader (REQUESTED)

MTF x Reader | NEW CHARACTER (REQUESTED)

How they react to a Male!God/Witch!Reader being revived (REQUESTED)

When they get into a fight (REQUESTED)

SCP 001 (Gate Guardian) x Reader | Smut/Lemon (REQUESTED)

When the reader has body image issues (REQUESTED)

When the reader is a Neko (REQUESTED)

When they look after a child | Ft. SCP 1867 and SCP 662 (REQUESTED)

SCP 076 (Abel) - NSFW Alphabet (REQUESTED)

SCP 049-J x Fem!Plague Doctor!Reader (REQUESTED)

Roadtrip Headcanons (REQUESTED)

SCP 023 - Black Shuck (New Character | REQUESTED)

When they meet an Immortal!Winged!Child!Reader | Part 2 (REQUESTED)

When the reader goes missing (REQUESTED)

Reader has powers like Alistor (Hazbin Hotel) (REQUESTED)

Reader is hypersexual (REQUESTED)

Reader has powers like enderman and/or creeper (REQUESTED)

Reader falls into a coma (REQUESTED)

Reader is Omisexual and Omnigender (REQUESTED)

Highschool AU - SCP as Teachers

[wolveria]

Hi! I hate that Leahy’s throwaway comment got stuck in my head but uuuhh, any thoughts about SCP-106 and Reid…?

That's Leahy's superpower, he does or says something that sticks in your head whether you like it or not

I feel like SCP-106 wants to fuck Reid, simply because that's the kind of creepy possessive guy he is, but he's also wary of her. He knows she could fuck him up with a simple touch, and for that reason he can't really fuck her. Oh but he would love to try

[psychopathseraphim]

SCP [x Reader] Requests

Hello! I'm Seraph, and I'll be taking SCP requests,, any genre is allowed, as well as specific asks [I have an ask me anything box open, in case you wanna request] and any SCP is alright.

I CAN DO;

NSFW, but only with certain SCPs

ANGST

FLUFF

X CHILD!READERS, but the story will ALWAYS be platonic.

ANY SITUATION REQUESTS

I DON'T DO;

PEDOPHILIA-THEMED STORIES

BEASTIALITY

ANYTHING TOO DEEP [S/A, R@P3] because it'll be insensitive.

Have a good day ahead! <3

[lunaralight09]

Hey! based on the recent 096 thing,, what if you were immortal/immune to abnormal affects/effects? How would SCPs (such as 096, 106, 173, 049, and 035) react?

035

They both like and hate it. I mean if something happens to the host when they're near you, you'll just straight up put them on your face which WILL(probably) result to your death. And they do not want that to happen. And the bad thing... they can't read your mind properly(I mean they're probably interested and invested about what's happening in others life. It's the only good entertainment they can get in here).

Other than that, it's going to just adore you and your immunity to it. Like there weren't anyone who could look at it and not fall for their charm(manipulations), but look at you. Standing there alive and it's not even mad at you! Because it cares about you.

049

Oh it's not really a surprise to him, since there were and are some people that aren't afflicted with the pestilence(aren't dead from his touch). And he doesn't even need to lecture his cured patients about hurting you. They are always so docile with you, not getting rowdy. How convenient.

Before anything he does NOT want you to interact with many people(at all), since... what if they infect you? He won't like to see that, knowing that you're suffering from that wretched disease. But he can't exactly make you stay with him forever. He will hint and/or outright say that you need to stay away from certain people, however it's you decision to listen or not listen. You can make your own decisions. Even if that makes Doctor uncomfortable... with those 'intrusive' thoughts.

096

They are the calmest they have been in their entire existence, while someone looks at their face that is. And that does bring them some sort of comfort knowing that YOU of all creatures aren't going to die from their hands(unless some sort of accident happenS- WHO SAID THAT). The hands that killed too many.

And from those thoughts, the clinging begins. Knowing that you're 100% safe from being mutilated and turned into chunks of meat, they would want to spend a bit more time with you. Following, sitting or laying near you, anything. They are going to love it. The idea of listening to your heartbeat as a comfort thing is perfect for them. Whether they lay on you or you lay or rest on them(just don't forget to breathe).

106

Well That's not interesting(for him). His sadistic side fucking hates it. On one hand he can just grab you and squeeze your neck until you stop moving. But on other hand he (likes)tolerates you enough to not do it. Even if everything in his body tells him to fucking do it. Watch as your little life is slowly taken away from your desperate hands.

He'll more often than not will mostly ignore your presence. Especially if in a room/hallway there's a person(really hurt, showing it or 10-25 year old) and YOU, he'll always choose to go after the first option. And there's a possibility that he bumps into you, it's probably not intentional(i mean do you expect this corpse to walk straight and not bump and hit into things/people?)

173

(173 doesn't really have anomalous effects somewhat similar to other 4. But the best i can go is this):

Having 173 practically ignoring your existence and still moving while you look is.. good? Well for you, that is. You can't help anyone else, it's just a cold lie that you can look while they try to get away or clean the cell.

If you want to know it's thoughts about it. Well I mean it's not often that it has any thoughts(Literally head empty). Thoughts that usually appear are how it's next target's face going to look like as they're getting closer and closer. Oh and how their 'resting' face is going to look like.

Going back to your immunity, it knows, kinda acknowledge your existence in it's own weird way. Like it won't push you and just go a different path if you're blocking- let's say a door way. Or if you want to help some poor soul from dying, by just standing in the corner and that person being behind you. And surprise, surprise 173 looses it's interest entirely. How thoughtful of it.

[scp-head-canons]

How would the Main Five react to a SO getting flirted w?

049:

•Would probably be the most polite

•Would calmly ask the flirter to leave

•If that doesn't work

•Well

•[They] could always use another test subject

•And this one has an exceptional amount of Pestilence

035:

•Would act all cordial

•"Oh, I'm sorry, that one is mine."

•Definitely possessive (pun intended)

•Can and will find information on them

•And blackmail them if they don't leave you alone

•Jealous af

173:

•Awesome, another neck to crunch

•Whats that?

•Youre upset? They won't stop?

•Well. Maybe this one can be... tortured a little more before [they] kill them.

•A little treat for you

096:

•Cries

•Freaks everyone out

•Commits a murder

•Clingy, ranked up to 11

•Cuddle bug before, now [they're] a cuddle bear

•As in overbearing

•[They] aren't letting you go

106:

•Hmmm, would you like to come to the pocket dimension with [them]?

•Maybe [they] will let you torture this... thing with [them]

•Can, and will, threaten them

•Stalks them

•Emotional manipulation before the torture, of course. Make It worse

[worldwide-simp]

Request

Um, so I’ve decided to start writing drabbles, headcanons, and silly little things like that on Tumblr

So here are characters you can request for

Dr Jack Bright/Elias Shaw

Dr Gerald

Dr Alto Clef

Dr Iceberg

Dr Cimmerian

Scp 001- (Gate Guardian or Scarlet King)

Scp 035

Scp 040-JP

Scp 049

Scp 073

Scp 076-2

Scp 079

Scp 096

Scp 105-(post Omega-7)

Scp 106

Scp 682

Scp 953

(you can still request for more characters, either message me or comment on this post)

Please remember that I won't get to writing your request as soon as you send it, I surprisingly have a life outside of writing.

Anyways have a good day

[anon-scp-polls]

If you were to date any SCP, what scp would you choose?

(you choose the options, but include 049 and 035)

[anonauthorsworkshop]

I need more of that mha scp au (I'm new here call me 🕸️-annon or 🐾-annon

Of course!! welcome 🕸️ anon!

AU where MC, instead of being transported to the SCPverse, is thrown into MHA, but with a SCP-summoning quirk. i do not know much about this manga/anime, and i apologize for any mischaracterization. if you'd like to see more of this AU, you can look for it under the "pp mha au" tag :)

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You love your cardboard box. It’s quite cozy, actually. Even if it’s not a soft blanketed bed, it’s yours. Your box is a part of the home you’ve made, hidden and tucked away in the back of an alleyway. As you reside in the narrow aisle, the towering shadows of adjacent buildings cover your tired eyes, giving you the pinch of privacy and comfort you need.

It’s not much, but it’s enough. You’re fine this way. You don’t need more. You’ve survived this long.

At least, you think. That survival record of yours might get cut short if you don’t think quickly now.

You were rudely awoken today by chatter. Usually noise doesn’t bother you — you deal with passing cars and planes flying overhead every hour. But these people were loud, and they sounded awfully close. Irritated, you peered at those who interrupted your slumber.

Then immediately slipped back into your box.

The people in your alleyway appeared to be fighting. Judging by their discussion of 'territory,' it's likely a conflict between two... gangs. Yakuza. Mafia?

You don't care to tell the difference. But they’re definitely fighting in front of your cardboard home.

You squeeze your limbs, compressing them into a curled position. You’d rather stay hidden in your box until the conflict settles instead of entangling yourself in it. Maybe you could even sneak in some naptime.

Listening to the sounds of bones cracking, you retract your statement. No way you’d get any more sleep when they’re being this loud.

Tensing, you hear a groan of pain, and a wisp of wind grazes your face as someone’s body is thrown in your direction. They crash into your box, and you’re knocked outward at the impact. You lay, sprawled on the dirty cement.

Sitting up in a panic, your eyes dart to your beloved home, skidded several feet away from you.

The cardboard… It’s dented!

Your home is ruined!

Amidst your internal dilemma, another dispute occurs as your presence is revealed.

“This is why you’re protecting this turf so badly? Recruiting— No, taking children? Do you have no sense of morality?”

You stare at the crushed parcel. There's no way you'd be able to use that box again; it's beyond repair. You'll have to go garbage dumping for more cardboard.

"Us? Is this child not one of yours?"

Maybe you could scavenge the trash at the nearest appliance store. Or should you go to the postal office?

"You're using another cheap tactic."

"Fine, then."

Body stilling, you're shoved out of your nonplussed state. Cold metal meets your skin, gun pressed to your temple. The change in temperature flings away your drowsy, child-like delusions, and the danger of the situation alights itself on your mind's branch.

"If I'm so 'cheap,' leave our turf." The muzzle felt tight as it burrowed into your skin. "You like maintaining your morals, right?" The metal was pushed so deeply — you're sure your face will be left with a red, burning mark. "Leave."

With the current impasse, your mind scrambles for a way out.

Firearms... Weaponry...

You know which one you need.

The concrete below dims, like a shadow overcast, turning into murk.

The man holding you hostage seems to freeze, a momentary jolt as his muscle tissues squeeze, fibers tightening at a tingling sensation — something spreading from behind.

He collapses, body rotting against cement.

You stand, looming over the misshapen carcass. His abdomen dons a gaping, arm-sized hole, covered in a dripping black mass.

Your gaze turns to the one you summoned.

In a slow, winding movement, the old man brings his wrist to his chest. Unclenching his fist, there lays a clump of flesh, crumbling in his hand.

106 cracks a black, gooey grin.

"Did you enjoy your hunt?"

Tangled heaps of carnage clutter the alleyway. Your place of shelter is littered with dark, corrosive sludge, obscuring the corridor with more shadow.

Ah... You've made a mess.

Maybe you should have called for a different anomaly, but you were on a time crunch. You knew 106 wouldn't be affected by a firing line, no matter how speedy the bullet.

"You had your fun, right?"

106, of course, doesn't respond.

"It's time for you to go back. Thanks for all the help. Without you, I'd be dead meat."

As if from memory, the old man moves his arm in a deliberate, arc-like motion. The maneuver is fast — much faster than his typical movements. Your eyes travel to his fingers, tips touching the top of his eyes.

Is he saluting you?

Your nonchalant expression melts into a smile. You find joy in the oddest of things, it seems.

“There’s no need for that, you know.”

106 drops his arm to his side. You flick your wrist, as if to visualize a movement, and he disappears as you send him back to his intended cosmos.

Sighing, you plop to the ground, encircled by mangled remains. Not only are you going to need a new cardboard box, but you’re going to need a new place to live — no way you’re cleaning up all this…

It was like finding the runt of a litter.

Amidst the alleyway’s umbra, Aizawa spots you, seemingly in deep contemplation.

Immediately, his hero’s instincts kick in upon the sight — a kid, no older than 16, surrounded by a sea of bodies — and takes a step forward.

Something from below hisses. He darts his gaze downward to the tip of his shoe. There’s something eating at it, melting and corroding the material.

He retracts his foot, finding a black mass underneath.

You’ve noticed him by now, it appears, as your gaze latches onto his.

Something is terribly, terribly wrong here, he can’t help but think.

Your eyes are hollow, unbothered by the death around you. He realizes that the dark substance bestrewing the corridor seemed familiar — the same corrosion had been found in previous cases, bodies unrecognizable and perpetrator unknown.

Aizawa then recalls what words he’d received. A description from All Might — one that you fitted perfectly.

“You’re here to kill me.” You say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Not at all, kid. Just here to help you.”

“What?” You scoff, “Like some sort of hero?”

“I’d like to take you to a safer place,” he offers. “There’s some people who’d like to ask you some questions.”

“…Will there be food?”

He nods.

“Oh, okay.”

Aizawa watches as you approach him, stepping over the distorted limbs of each body, and walking atop the dark ooze without a care.

“Count me in, then.”

[from-thoseghosts]

I just put the most popular (and some that I like) so tag if I forgot anyone

[ijumpbridges]

SCP-106, 173 and 096. Platonic headcanons. Like, do they hug/cuddle (platonic)? Do they like each other? Do they try to escape together?

Platonic headcannos

Official first 2024 ask

Ft. 096, 106, 173

Scp 096:

A single mom who works two jobs 🎶

Basically you are blind, do you cant see his face, saving you from getting killed.

At first he was so anxious about you, you tried getting closer and he pushed you away.

This happen to many times, an even got to the point it almost got the researchers killed, forbidding you and him to be seen again.

Until one day the foundation was at a lockdown, he was outside in a corner and you were wondering around with no security, you were sobbing, feeling lost and scared, until you heard a strange and a familiar sob.

You started walking towards it calling its name, you knew it was 096. You got close enough to hear his sobs getting louder.

Unfortunately a 939 saw you and started sprinting towards you without you even knowing it.

You hear the voice, a familiar one, this was one of the guards who always stick to you, he was calling your name.

You turned looking at the direction of the voice, you reach your hand out, calling out for him in a false sense of hope into being him.

096 had stop crying when he heard the loud running, he looked up and a 939 made eye contact, triggering him.

096 starts running towards the 939 and kills it before it reaches you.

After 10 minutes of silence, you hear sobbing and you start moving to the sobbing of 096.

“Thank you” you said, touching his back in an attempt to comfort him, not sure if he understood what you were trying to do.

He calms down a little, meaning that it is working and you and him stayed together for the remaining of the breach.

Sometimes moving around other times staying in one place.

He made sure you were always safe and close to him, he allowed you to cling into on of his arms as you two walked away or stayed in case of any danger.

Escaping is not on the list, but sometimes it happens because of other people around.

He would attack and then pick you up to leave or something attack with you attached to him, making it very disturbing and almost a risky of you violently falling off.

Scp 106:

Definitely not cuddling this man, at all.

He us a bit playful though, he aducts you on purpose.

Mainly to piss the foundation off and to tease you.

His main way to get closer to you is to adduct you and throw you in new different places

Sometimes following you or being behind you.

He sometimes get adduct what he thinks its danger like other scps who chase you or staff.

He also takes and give you objects from you and other people.

As a experiment you give him random objects to which he will collect and keep around in his pocket dimesion.

You get to see them around when he adducts you and throws you in random places.

You once got inside of his pocket dimension this time the liquid going around went into your eyes burning your eyes and vision.

He showed up, almost making you fall, to which as a instinct you grabbed him, and he ended up pushing you away, falling out of his dimensions and appearing in the nursery.

You stayed there for a few days with temporarily blindness and other injuries too.

What you did know is that he was visiting you, he would pop in and out, he didn’t do anything, but he would just simply observe you and leave.

The next day a plushie was found, it had the same liquid from his pocket dimensions.

Escape? Hell yeah, hope in. Escaping or any attempts to escape the foundation its now an everyday routine.

Thats why they now shipping you away.

The old man, is still to this day in hopes on finding you around the facility.

He was not aware when you left.

Scp 173:

You had a weird power, you were flexible.

And so when you were introduced to him, he snapped your neck.

Of course you didn’t die, he dislocated it and you relocated it back.

It was fun to them and to you too.

After that, containment breaches started to happen, now the weird part it was that 173 would show up outside of your cell.

“Play”

That’s what you heard from the other side of the clear cristal as he looked at you and you looked back, you couldn’t open the door, but 173 was smart and opened.

After that you were hanging onto to while it went around the foundation (to which it was in full blown chaos) playing.

Cant cuddle but lets you be on top of him, it also takes you out for walks and attempts to escapes with you.

He uses his telepathy on you, to say words.

“Play” “Leave” “Open” “Close” “Help” “Go” “Key” “Door” “Neck” “No” “Hide”

The foundation does try to separate you, he becomes a bit hostile.

So, you two get to play for at least two times a month.

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios Masterlist Part 2

SCP Scenarios Masterlist/PT 3 | SCP Scenarios WIP | My Works Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Rules | My Original Post | Request | Socials

SCP 682 x Scared!Abused!Child!Reader | Oneshot (REQUESTED)

When you’re pregnant and you accidentally hurt yourself (REQUESTED)

SCP x Hitman!Fem!Reader - Dr Clef, Dr Glass, Dr Bright (REQUESTED)

Dr Alto Clef x Reader Headcanon (New Character//REQUESTED)

Dr Benjamin Kondraki x Reader Headcanons (New Character)

Their bad habits (SCP 049, Dr. Glass, Dr. Clef, Dr. Bright - REQUESTED)

SCP 106 x Chaotic!Fem!Reader Headcanon (REQUESTED)

SCP x Scientist!Reader (SCP 073, Dr. Glass, Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef || REQUESTED)

SCP x Hybrid!Child!Reader (REQUESTED)

When they accidentally kill you (+ Mikell Bright and Agent Strelnikov - REQUESTED)

Yandere!SCP x Evil!Reader (REQUESTED)

SCP x Immortal!Winged!Fem!Reader - ft. 035, 049, 682 (REQUESTED)

SCP x Reader - McDonald's Sprite (REQUESTED)

When their kids swear (REQUESTED)

When they get scared by the reader (REQUESTED)

When the reader can Pole Dance/Aerial Silk dance

Hugs - SCP 035 x Reader (REQUESTED)

SCP x Pregnant!Reader (REQUESTED)

When the reader is suicidal (REQUESTED)

Our Shadow Child - Dr Clef x Child!Reader x Dr Bright | Oneshot (REQUESTED)

When you're easily flustered/hopelessly romantic - Ft. Dr Bright, Dr Glass, Dr Clef, Dr Kondraki (REQUESTED)

When you do the TikTok dance - ft SCP 076-2, Dr Clef and Dr Kondraki (REQUESTED)

When the reader is similar to the Plague Doctor - SCP 049 x Male!SCP!Reader (REQUESTED)

SCP 1678 x reader (New Character | REQUESTED)

SCP 079 x Reader | New Character

[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn - Ch 50

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

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

Chapter Summary: “This is insane. We’re going to die down here.”

Chapter Warnings: SCP-106's pocket dimension

AO3

Spotify

It wasn’t infinite darkness once you had a moment to let your eyes adjust. It only seemed infinite in the dim light and the oddity of the room. You stood within a central foyer constructed of colorless brick, gaping doorways, each leading down a dark tunnel away from the circular room.

The purpose of the room was obvious. It was the beginning of a maze, a game that would be played among unwilling participants for the sadistic pleasure of their captor. You weren’t sure how the game was watched, but you doubted 106 would want to miss any of the fun and games.

This was his domain. Perhaps he saw all. If he saw you coming, that was fine with you. Better that then to surprise him.

Each doorway looked the same, equally dark and foreboding and entirely unhelpful. The shadows pervaded everything without a source of light, an unnatural realm that didn’t obey the laws of reality as you were used to. You had a feeling that was important. Maybe it didn’t matter which way you chose, just as long as you had a destination in mind.

You turned to Leahy, about to order him to move, but he was hunched over as if to catch his breath. He also gave you a strange look, and you automatically glanced down.

You were… glowing. Or not glowing, but as if the darkness of this place didn’t touch you, and in the end, it was the same result. You shone like a soft beacon, and it would be impossible to hide your presence.

Leahy’s uneven, labored breaths continued, his skin pale as he clutched his leg above the wound, and it seemed to grow worse by the minute.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t, or couldn’t, respond, as if it took all of his concentration to remain upright. You made a frustrated noise, stalked forward, and grabbed the sleeve of his dress shirt, yanking it up his forearm. As soon as your fingers clasped around his wrist, he took in a large gulp of air.

The same glow/absence of darkness surrounded him, and some color returned to his cheeks as he no longer looked on the verge of death.

Great. You fixed the problem, but now you had to hold onto him like a wayward child dragged around by his mother. His expression wasn’t far off, a bitter, wary frown that made you want to grab him by the scuff of his nape instead.

He didn’t thank you, but he did say, “This is insane. We’re going to die down here.”

An interesting way to put it. This dimension did feel downward, as if you were buried beneath the layers of reality in a place no digger could reach. Not a comforting thought.

But all you said was, “Be quiet,” and tugged him along. He followed, albeit unwillingly and at a slower pace thanks to his limp, but he did follow.

The corridor stretched onward, and even after several minutes you felt like you hadn’t gone anywhere at all. So, you stopped trying to go somewhere and just… walked. You emptied your thoughts until nothing remained, a blank determination to keep moving.

The labyrinth wanted you to grow tired, panicked, and riddled with fear. When you gave it nothing it could find pleasure in, that’s when you felt the way give, and before you lay a dark, open room. Only a narrow walkway over a chasm could be seen, and you walked forward without pause, otherwise it might be seen as hesitation.

Leahy didn’t make it easy, his uneven gait behind you threatened to throw you off balance. He better hope he didn’t, because you would take the bastard with him.

You did jolt to a stop when something massive and heavy whooshed inches from your nose. A large stone something moved in the dark, weaving in and over the pathway, a mad man’s puzzle that one was meant to solve while blind.

“We have to turn around,” Leahy growled past your head. “It’s a trap.”

“It’s a test,” you corrected him with a snap. Funny how he thought his opinion was wanted in any shape or form. “And if we go back, I guarantee we’ll end up right back in this room. Now shut up and let me think.”

There wasn’t much to think about. It was all timing, and you couldn’t see the way the pillar moved in the dark to find the rhythm.

Fuck it.

You dug your fingers into Leahy’s wrists and moved as soon as the pillar slid past your face. Your movement nearly tipped the man off balance, but he found his footing and stuck annoyingly close. Unfortunately, it was the best plan. The smaller a target you made, the less likely to go plunging into the depths.

The pillar continued to move in the darkness, an ominous low vibration marking where it passed, sometimes so close the displaced air tugged at your clothes and hair.

And then you were on the other side, untouched and unbroken. The rush that flooded your veins was dangerously satisfying, like you’d played Russian Roulette with the devil and watched as he blew out his own brains.

But there wasn’t time to gloat. You tugged Leahy along before he could fully catch his breath again, but at least he didn’t complain past a weakly uttered curse.

This corridor was different. It seemed to expand the longer you traveled, the bricks made of tan-colored stone, the grout crimson and tacky like blood. It gave the uncomfortable sensation of walking in a house made of flesh, and the rooms you passed with stone cells hanging from the ceiling did nothing to help that image.

You pushed forward and did your best to ignore the soft crying and moans that came from within.

The crimson grout seemed to spill outward until the stone was drenched in the color of blood everywhere you looked. The passage continued to expand until you stood inside a space that could only be described as a throne room. There was no lighting, no decorations, save for a massive stone seat that sat in its middle. The room was so dark it took a moment to realize the chair was occupied.

106, a grotesquely large version of him, leaned forward in his throne. There was a curious glint to his endless black eyes, his skeletal grin depicting malicious glee or hunger of the flesh. It was difficult to say.

The entity didn’t speak, if he even could. Instead, he simply… waited. Watching.

He knew why you were there, then.

By Leahy’s pale expression as he sized up the behemoth, he was starting to figure it out, too.

Your words were flat.

“Get on your knees.”

“No.”

To his credit, his voice didn’t shake, but you could feel the tremble that had started up within his bones.

You released his wrist. The glow blinked out like a burnt bulb, and he immediately gasped for air, gravity doing the work of collapsing him into a kneeling position.

The entity eyed the Site Director with barely contained hunger, but you stood behind Leahy and grabbed him by the nape of his neck, just as you imagined earlier. The glow returned, as well as the air to his lungs, and he spit out a guttural, “God… damn you, Reid.”

You ignored him, your hold on him firm when he attempted to struggle. But he was too weak, too overcome with pain and blood loss, and you didn’t need 714 to keep him under control.

You looked 106 in the eye.

“Am I to assume the Site Director had countermeasures in his office you couldn’t breach?”

Leahy had been entrenched, trapped, easy prey. 106 hadn’t attacked. A clever fox wouldn’t enter the hen house when the floor was covered in snares, but he would wait for them to come out, feeling safe and assured by the light of day.

Silence. Or… mostly silence. There was a low, gurgling noise coming from somewhere within the anomaly, like an eternally ravenous stomach that demanded to be fed.

“Well, here he is. And you know what I want.”

You said it anyway so there was no mistake.

“SCP-049.”

You were forced to hold on tighter to the back of Leahy’s neck as balked.

“Reid,” Leahy gasped out, desperate. “You can’t trust him. You can’t trust them!”

“Like I could trust you?”

Your words bit, colored by the rage that always simmered beneath the surface.

“Like you gave me a choice? As if I wanted to put the entire facility at risk? Put my friends and coworkers and the anomalies in danger? As if I wanted any of this—Shut up!” you snarled and cut through whatever he was going to say.

The entity remained silent, but the glittering eyes spoke of interest and amusement.

“I want to see him,” you hissed through your teeth as you glared upward at the entity. “Alive, or no deal.”

What you lacked in confidence you made up for with anger. There might not be much you could do if 106 decided to dismiss the bargain and simply take what he wanted. But you were done with anomalies using you for their own means, and there was no guarantee he could overpower you.

You remembered the test. Those black eyes glittering with something other than malice and hunger. You didn’t forget the fear you saw, and you were sure he hadn’t forgotten either.

Come on. You were counting on his predictability. 106 was a predator, but not always the pursuing kind. Sometimes he would lie in wait. Other times, perhaps he just wanted an easy meal.

This was a show for his benefit, proof you were a hunter, too. All you were doing was swapping prizes. His prey for yours.

Come on, you bastard. Come on.

And then 106 moved. He leaned back in his throne, his posture relaxed, lazy, a king before his trope of jesters.

You ground your teeth together. He wasn’t going for it. Why would he? Even if you escaped the pocket dimension, he count hunt Leahy on his own terms. You weren’t giving him anything he didn’t already have—

The wall to your right moved in an odd way. It bubbled outward, as if boiling on the surface, and then something broke through. It was difficult to make out the shape, nondescript and dark, some kind of fabric…

…And a white beak.

The figure slid from the wall, and you released Leahy the moment it hit the ground.

It wasn’t a great distance to run, maybe seven meters, but by the time you reached him it was as if you’d run a marathon, your breaths harsh and hitching. You grabbed his shoulders and rolled him onto his back, your hands desperate on his robes as if to prove he was real.

He was barely conscious, his grey eyes hidden behind heavy lids, unable to focus as his gaze slid past your face. The same glow illuminated him thanks to your touch, but he didn’t recover like Leahy had. Whatever had been done to him wasn’t surface level damage.

There was a scream, so full of agony and fear that you froze, instinctively looking up for the source of what could cause such a noise.

Leahy was sinking into the ground, or it was swallowing him. One of his hands had gotten free, but the other vanished into the black floor, his legs and knees already disappeared.

The hand that remained clawed outside the ravenous circle, as if to pull himself free. Leahy’s fingers dug at the tile for purchase, but he continued to sink, the floor now up to his waist.

You turned back to 049 and pushed out everything else. He must have been able to feel your grasp on his shoulders, his head tilted in your direction, but his eyes couldn’t focus—

Another panicked scream. Another involuntary turn of your head. Leahy wasn’t clawing at the ground now. He was reaching out. To you.

You tried to ignore him. You did, up until he cried out your name. Not your last name, but your first. You hadn’t known he’d even bothered to learn it.

Your hands shook as you pulled 049 into a sitting position, his weight difficult to move. You had to get him out. He wasn’t going to get better, not here, and you had to leave.

You had to leave.

“Get up,” you choked out with a desperate tug on his arm. “049, get up!”

Bit by bit, you managed to get him to his feet. He staggered and swayed dangerously, but you kept him upright, propped against your shoulder. Your journey back to the corridor was a drunken shamble, but there was progress.

You shut your eyes tight, fighting to block out the cries of Leahy begging you not to go, not to leave him like this. His pleas for mercy created a trapped scream in your throat.

Why didn’t 106 just kill him already?! But you knew the answer to that. 106 couldn’t have fun with them after death. You wished he would just end it, if only to stop the screams.

Each step was a battle, each breath too fast and shallow. 049 didn’t sound much better, his lungs rattled and wheezed, his arm draped over your shoulders heavy and boneless.

You couldn’t tell if the screams had finally stopped through the ringing in your ears, and you couldn’t see past the faint glow that surrounded you both. Like a lantern-lit ship in the mist, you sailed through a sea of inky black, unable to tell the waves from the sky. There was no direction, no physical space, not even a change of temperature. The darkness was so complete it suffocated.

It might have continued for minutes or centuries until your foot caught on a hard barrier and launched you forward. You clung to 049 as you fell, and fell, and hit the ground with a surprisingly soft landing.

Not that the ground was soft. It was hard, cold, and entirely too bright. Everything was bright, and you blinked the pain away until the room came into focus.

The medical bay, exactly as you left it—or almost. Aside from you and 049, the room was empty. 682 and 079 were gone.

Behind you, the black portal in the wall faded until it was a faint rust color, the surface stained but solid. It seemed 106 wasn’t in the mood for any more visitors.

Your hands were immediately on 049’s robes, checking for any obvious signs of injuries, feeling for his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest. He was unconscious, the last of his strength used to get him this far.

It was the last of yours, too. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, curled up against him where he lay on his side. He smelled of things tainted from entropy. Rust and ruin and dust.

But his scent was still there, trapped under the bitter note of 106’s noxious lair. You buried your face in the hollow space under his hood, your nose against his neck. His familiar scent was there, both a comfort and an ache in your chest.

He was alive, he was breathing, but what if he didn’t wake? You didn’t know what 106 had done to him, or how to help him. No one at the Foundation had ever been able to keep 106’s victims alive more than a few hours, and you had no working equipment even if you knew what to do.

You were exhausted, in pain, tired and filthy. Worse, you were helpless. 049 was here, but he might already be gone.

What had been the point? What had been the goddamn point of it all if you couldn’t even save him!

You’d taken too long, been too slow. You were too late. You were too late—

Faint pressure on your back as a pair of arms slowly encircled you, and 049’s cheek pressed against the side of your head. Careful, gentle, and warm.

Alive.

You breathed.

[fiona-my-love]

SCP Classified Masterlist

Even if a character isn’t on here, there’s a good chance I’m still writing for them!

SCP 049 - "The Plague Doctor"

Nothing yet!

SCP 035 - “Possessive Mask”

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SCP 682 - “Hard to Destroy Reptile”

Nothing yet!

SCP 079 - "Old AI"

Lovesick!SCP 079 x reader headcanons

SCP 096 - "Shy guy"

Nothing yet!

SCP 173 - "The Sculpture"

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SCP 106 - “The Old Man”

Nothing yet!

SCP 073 - “Cain”

Nothing yet!

SCP 076-2 - “Abel”

Nothing yet!

SCP 054 - "Water Nymph"

Nothing yet!

SCP 056 - "A Beautiful Person"

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SCP 166 - "Teenage Gaea"

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SCP 953 - “Polymorphic Humanoid”

Nothing yet!

All/Multiple

Nothing yet!

[betterthanyalls]

hello there! i’m here to request SCP-049, 096, 035 and 106 x fem/gn!kitsune reader! (if u don’t know what a kitsune is it’s basically scp 953 jahdbnsbxhs) thank u sm! and no worries if you wanna deny this request for any reason, it’s a lot of stuff :’D

Sorry this is so late lol but anything for my pookie wookies!

Also sorry, I only did 049 and 035 cus i have no idea how to describe 106 and 096’s personalitys😭😭 Sorry!

Words: 268

Posted: 10/18/23

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049-

Ok he is a gentle man fr fr

Any chance he gets, he will cuddle you and pet your tails and ears(man is obsessed with the fluffiness) assuming your immune to his touch

Yes he may try his own experiments on you but in a nice way

He loves you so much and he wants to know everything about you

He desires to learn everything about you and memorize even the number of hairs you have(odd but he means it lovingly)

He will do literally anything to see your tails wag even the slightest bit

If someone hurts you or insults you, he will do the same back to them so their ancestors feel it

035

Almost exact opposite yet exactly like 049

So obv he won't be performing experiments

But he will also do basically anything to see your tails wag

He tries not to pet you too much so he doesn’t get his goop in your fur

But he will show other affections

Example: Flirting non stop

Any chance he gets to show you the slightest bit of love, he will use that chance like it’s his last

But he isn't all fluff, he is extremely possessive

A scientist looks at you in the wrong way? Well he has been needing a new host recently :)

D-Class insults you? Don’t be worried if a containment breach happens in the D-Class section :)

If you feel unhappy with him? He will gaslight and manipulate you until you love him more than before :)

All in all, really big red flag, but he is hot so it’s ok

[acradelius]

Hey :D I was wondering if I could request some SCP 049 x reader (lemon ofc lmao), I have nothing specific in mind tbh. If that's too much to ask, it's fine no worries :]

"Doctor, Please Cure Me!~"

Fandom: Secure. Contain. Protect. (SCP)

Pairing: SCP-049 ("Plague Doctor") x D-Class!Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: D-Class! Reader, D-Class x SCP, Human x SCP Relations, Post! Containment Breach, Aphrodisiac Injection, Slight Doctor x Patient Roleplay, Fingering, Slight Oral Fixation, SCP Nicknames Given, Praise, Orgasm, Open/Possibly Continue Ending

Word Count: 1,483 Words

Author's Note: Doc's probably slightly out of character for this one, but we'll see how it goes.

 There happened to be one particular task that the member D-53100, or who had eventually became known throughout the facility to everyone as “(Y/N)”, had wanted to complete before deciding to call it a day and relax till someone else asked for their assistance. Yes, that had meant that (Y/N) would be traversing throughout the various halls and rooms where chaos reigned after the initial containment breach had happened, but to them in the end if it meant fulfilling that “people pleaser” aspect of themself, helping out the various other beings within the facility survive and eventually thrive, then that’s all that matter. For this particular reason it would be delivering supplies to SCP-049, or who (Y/N) simply addressed as “Doctor”, who was acting as the primary medic, who was actually tending to the wounds of individuals instead of “treating” them of this supposed Pestilence that he always went on about. 

Despite that medical office that hadn’t been accessed yet was further into the facility, a part of the facility where (Y/N) wasn’t familiar with the layout quite yet, the initial journey there had gone quite peacefully. There was the quick, casual chat with “Larry” - (SCP-106) before he went back to chasing after some other unfortunate D-Class. Following that was quickly waving to “Poss” - (SCP-035) who was attempting to have a conversation with “Rept” - (SCP-682) who was spending their time munching down on some corpse that had been lying around. When it came down to actually retrieving the items that had been where things had become more difficult, having to fight against some Junior Researcher who was hoarding all the medical supplies, but ending up having some bright, fuchsia pink liquid injected into her arm. There’s not much time that passes before there’s the realization that it’s becoming quite warm, quite too warm for (Y/N)’s liking exactly. “D-Doc,” (Y/N) manages to call out for him as they manage to stumble into his quarters, letting the bag that contained the supplies slip from their grasp and fall onto the floor. “I-I think that there’s something wrong with me..” 

“Hm, pupil dilation.. Increased heart rate, increased blood pressure.. Sensitivity to.. certain body parts along with erect nipples..” Even just briefly listening to the symptoms as they echoed throughout the makeshift examination room was somewhat embarrassing, but with the overwhelming feeling of just about everything it was becoming too much to focus on. “(Y/N), would you please describe this serum you were injected with, once again?” Proceeding to question (Y/N), despite having already asked the question some two or three times now, he began flipping through various notebooks of former staff that were currently more deceased than anything else. “I-It was.. U-um, pink?” There was a brief moment of silence as (Y/N) attempted to recall the memory, trying to remember if there was anything mentioned or any type of information that could have been around that would give insight to what they had been injected with. “Just some time after I started to feel really warm, but now I’m just.. A-aroused..” 

 “Ah, hah!~” There was seemingly a delighted tone within his words, Doc slamming the notebook closed that he had been pilfering through and turned around to face (Y/N), who had tossed aside any outerwear that they could without becoming bare naked in front of the doctor. “If my assumptions are correct, you were injected with what is known as an aphrodisiac! A substance that is used to increase sexual desire, sexual attraction, sexual pleasure, or sexual behavior!” (Y/N) could tell that the doctor was pleased with his discovery of what was wrong with them, yet as he continued to speak about the details of aphrodisiac, they couldn't help but realize that they’re staring at him. Taking in his appearance, mumbling out the small details of his outfit or the way that he presents himself. “S-So,” Interrupting the doctor from his speech, (Y/N) begins to ask questions on how to deal with the aphrodisiac, how to deal with this continuous cycle of.. Arousal. “Well, considering what exactly aphrodisiacs are used for, the most likely way of  dealing with it is sexual interactions, mostly sexual intercourse.” Overall, that’s what (Y/N) assumed Doc was going to say, but still the words coming from him were enough to make (Y/N) blush. “W-Would you be able to help me, Doctor?” 

Besides the usual faint humming from the artificial lights from above, there’s a silence that takes over the room. It’s an intense staring contest, well, as intense as it can get due to visible trembling that (Y/N)’s dealing with all while attempting to restrain themself from grinding themself down against the chair. “Sorry,” (Y/N) apologies while breaking eye contact with the doctor, trying to focus on any other thing within the room besides him, but just the way that his intense gaze makes them want to touch them, to handle them, make them feel any other way - even if it was due to the aphrodisiac. “I-I assumed that you would be able to help, knowing about this and all.” He approaches with his hand reaching out, yet instead of grabbing (Y/N) by the throat as he normally does with his “patients”, he begins trailing his fingers down (Y/N)’s face, leaving them to rest against (Y/N)’s lips. “Thoughts wander as to you coming to the conclusion of choosing me to assist your.. needs.. But, I definitely wouldn’t be a good doctor if I was to leave my patient to suffer when I can offer some assistance~” Slipping his fingers between their lips and into their mouth he watches as they began to suck and lick at his fingers, their saliva causing his gloves to glisten against the light only to disappear into their mouth once again, feeling the vibrations of their moans. “Such a good little patient, aren’t you, (Y/N)?~ How about once you finish lubricating my fingers that we move to be in a different position?~”

There’s saliva almost dripping from gloves whenever Doctor removes them from (Y/N)’s mouth minutes later, chuckling softly as he watches them fall back against the examination chair, lifting and spreading their legs to present themself to him. “Quite needy, aren’t you?~ Guess I can’t say that you’re to blame, but the way you present yourself to me~ You’ve must have thought about this situation before~” Doctor was verbally teasing them, enjoying watching the way that they would squirm underneath his touch as he lets his fingers ghost across (Y/N)’s skin, especially when nearing their genitalia and watching them buck their hips, calling out to him. “Please, Doctor!~ I need you, I need your fingers inside me!~” Another chuckle followed by the removal of their undergarments, immediately directing his hands to those sensitive regions, “Such a  delicacy~” He cautiously, gently dips his fingers into (Y/N), slowly beginning to thrust into them. Watching them from above give into the physical pleasure, gripping tightly at the handles of the examination chair that their knuckles were turning white. How they were frantically bucking their hips and shifting them to take Doc’s fingers deeper into them, whining and crying out for him, for him to give everything that he had. “Your offer is quite tempting, but for the time being, I will unfortunately have to decline~ Don’t want to overwhelm you so quickly, but you can continue pleasuring yourself upon my fingers~”  

Doctor’s fingers aren’t enough to satisfy them completely, but (Y/N) will take anything that they can at this point to relieve themself if that is what it takes from going to any other individual or being to relieve themself. (Y/N) knows that they can trust Doc within this situation and he won’t judge them, he won’t sit there and make remarks or comments about how frantic they were moving around to reach some sort of release, of all the filthy words and thoughts about what they wanted Doctor to do to the, about how they wanted to punish them like a bad patient, telling them that they need to listen and obey to the Doctor who was being so generous enough to help them. It eventually becomes too much to bargain with as they let loudly cry out for Doctor, attempting to reach out to grab at him while their body begins to tremble almost violently, but yet it still isn’t enough. It isn’t enough to get that intense feeling of arousal to go away as after a moment they go back to bucking their hips against Doc’s fingers that still remain within them. “One time isn’t enough; we both know that~ How about I close the office for the day so we can do a more in-depth examination on how to completely cure your aphrodisiac?~”