#scp doctors/reader

[scp-head-canons]

any bright x glass x reader headcanons?

Not sure if you mean poly or separate. Let's do separate.

Bright (Or "Lightbulb" as I've rewritten him)

•You met during a breach

•076-2 had breached again and you were running. Strangely, in the wrong direction

•Right into 076-2's direction

•Lightbulb found you and dragged you away

•He claimed he "must protect you, the little thing you are"

•Super overprotective

•Is ABSOLUTELY jealous

•"Dearest, I'd love for you. I'd laugh for you. I'd live for you."

•Is definitely a flirt

•Emotionally long distance

•Physically? Not so much

•Oh look a cuddle bug

•Always makes sure you don't touch his amulet

•If you do, or are forced to

•Someone. Will. Pay.

•Can and will call you "sugar" or "sweetheart"

Glass

•You met after seeing your [sibling] tortured and brought back by 106

•You were in therapy, and your normal therapist was gone

•You were assigned to Dr Glass

•He was exceptionally kind, way better than the normal one

•You asked for a permanent assignment with him

•He got you to develop an interest in psychology

•Now you're his assistant

•Will never swear

•Bakes a lot, especially muffins

•But will never eat them

•Doesn't eat sweet things

•Pie is an exception

•Gentleman

•Will hold open doors and open your chair for you

•Will probably call you "sunshine" or "my little pumpkin pie"

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 18 (Medical Play)

SCP-049 x Male!reader

"Now, now," said SCP‐049 calmly, raising a hand to wave vaguely at the array of tools. "Let us begin. First things first – tell me how you've been feeling recently?"

You snapped out of your trance. You were busy looking around the containment room. Right, you're here for a checkup. You've recently been feeling under the weather, which is concerning considering you're an Euclid class SCP. Even more ironic, your abilities pertain to human diseases and ailments, more specifically, spreading them on an unprecedented level yet remaining immune to them. So its not hard to see why the Foundation would be interested to know what exactly is infecting you.

"Ive been feeling strange.....melancholic" you say softly as you glance at his medical tools curiously. The doctor nods as his hand goes under his chin as if in thought. He motions for you to continue. You look through your memories. "I saw one of the assistants whispering to one of the researchers the other day. She laughed and I felt....left out"

The Plague doctor stops pondering as he internally facepalms. You're just lonely. He could cure this in his sleep.

SCP‐049 leaned against the table, his mask's beak pointing at you. "Ah yes, the Pestilence of loneliness," he mused. "A most insidious affliction indeed. But fear not," he purred, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. "For I shall be your... cure."

Without warning, SCP‐049 pulled back suddenly, revealing a syringe in his gloved hand. Before you could react, he pressed it firmly against your neck and pressed down on the plunger, injecting you with an unknown substance. As he did so, he continued to speak in his smooth, almost hypnotic tone. "There now, that won't do. Let's see if this helps clear up those pesky blues."

He removes the syringe and starts cleaning up the spot where he injected you. Within minutes you start to feel a warmth traveling from your chest to your groin. You blush as you start to visibly tent up. You move your hands to cover your boner. The doctor huffs and shakes his head as he gently grabs your hands to pull them away. You groan but let him since you want this funk to end already, no matter what crazy ideas this loon has.

As SCP‐049 began examining you, his movements became increasingly sensual, his fingers tracing along your inner thighs and brushing against your growing erection. "Tell me, mon cher," he whispered behind his mask. "Have you ever considered... exploring your own desires? There's no shame in wanting pleasure, after all."

Your mind swirled with arousal as you tried to focus on answering him truthfully. Finally, you managed to stammer out a response. "I... I haven't really thought about it much."

He simply gives a hum in response before tugging at your pants. Your blush darkens but you let him, he's the professional after all....you think. The doctor pulls down your pants and underwear as he carefully folds them and places them on a chair besides the trolley holding the tools. You shiver as your bare ass touches the cold metal of the exam table. The doctor reaches over to the trolley and pulls it closer to the table. He picks up the clipboard.

With practiced ease, SCP‐049 spread your legs apart with his free hand, exposing your genitals to his gaze. He hummed appreciatively at the sight of your throbbing member, eager and throbbing. He tilted his head as he ran a finger lightly along the sensitive skin of your balls. You let out a soft sigh at the contact. Your cock flexes and twitches.

"Interesting..." he murmured, jotting down some notes on his clipboard. SCP‐049 moved closer to you, pressing the tip of his pen directly onto the slit of your penis. At the slight pressure, you let out a surprised whine, involuntarily thrusting your hips towards him. This elicited another low hum of approval from SCP‐049 as he went back to writing more notes.

He suddenly puts the clipboard onto the trolley. He picks up a thin metal rod and applies some lubricant to the end of it. You raise an eyebrow as you try to guess where its going. With deliberate slowness, he placed the lubed end of the rod against the slit of your penis. You sharply inhale as you wait, shaking with nerves.

"Relax, cherie," he crooned, running a gentle hand across your stomach. "This won't hurt...much."

Slowly, oh so slowly, SCP‐049 pushed the sounding rod into your urethra, making sure to apply just enough pressure to keep you aroused without causing pain. As he worked, he couldn't help but marvel at the way your body responded to each millimeter of intrusion – your breath coming faster, your cock growing harder, and your eyes widening in anticipation.

Finally, with a satisfied grunt, SCP‐049 reached the desired depth and held the rod steady, taking great satisfaction in hearing your whimpers. Placing a small clamp near the base of the rod, he secured it in place, ensuring that it wouldn't slide any further into your urethral tunnel. Satisfied with his work, he returned to his clipboard, scribbling furiously as he documented everything he observed.

You whimper as he takes his time. "Please....I need more" You moan out desperately. The doctor rolls his eyes and sighs. Being a doctor can be so demanding sometimes. He shakes his head as he lubricates his gloved hands liberally.

"Oh, very well," SCP‐049 sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically behind his mask. "It seems our dear patient requires additional stimulation." He presses his fingers against your puckered hole, inciting a soft moan from you.

With expert precision, SCP‐049 inserted two fingers past the tight ring of muscle guarding your entrance. He scissored them open once inside, stretching you wider. Each movement was accompanied by a keening cry from you, your voice hoarse with desire. Your hips buck and your cock bounces, causing the metal rod to slide a bit in and out.

"Subject exhibiting signs of extreme arousal. Penis fully erect, testicles drawn up close to body. Vocalizations indicate heightened state of excitement. Shall proceed with next phase of experiment"

As SCP‐049 spoke, he removed his fingers from your hole and replaced them with three – one middle finger sandwiched between two index fingers. Your body writhed helplessly on the table as you let out guttural moans.

SCP‐049 grabs hold of your shoulder for support, using it as leverage to drive his digits deeper still. His fingers move with a cruel rhythm, plundering your depths ruthlessly until you felt like nothing more than an empty vessel begging to be filled. You grasp the edge of the table for support as he abuses your prostate. The sounding rod bobbed maddeningly inside you, adding yet another layer of sensory input to fuel your impending climax. Already, you could feel the telltale stirrings deep within your core as your orgasm approached.

Desperate to reach release, you claw at SCP‐049's robe, searching for something solid to anchor yourself amidst the storm of pleasure. Without warning, he yanks the sounding rod out of your urethra in one swift motion, sending a geyser of hot semen shooting forth from your dick. It splatters across your torso and chin, leaving you utterly spent and trembling with post‐orgasmic bliss.

"Magnifique!" SCP‐049 declared triumphantly, moving back slightly to admire his handiwork. "But I fear our session has only just begun, ma cher. We have much more ground to cover if we are to rid you of your loneliness."

With that cryptic statement, he began to undo the fastenings of his robes.

This was going to be a long visit to the doctors.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[vulturelined]

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.

[nyrobnua8983]

Relationship Headcanons [1/?]

female reader, She/Her

Dr. Clef

• You're the first woman with whom he managed to start a normal conversation without using hurtful phrases or insults.

• He was the first to confess his feelings, and it happened when he was drunk. Some doctors, including Clef, secretly gathered to drink and take a break from their overwhelming work.

• He’ll come to you in the evening, closer to midnight, just as you were getting ready for bed. He interrupts your peace to confess how much he loves you and wants to be together.

• Many tried to talk you out of it, but your love for the blonde is far stronger than their empty words.

• The Foundation didn't immediately approve of the relationship, but eventually, they understood and gave you a few packs of tranquilizers. At first, you didn't understand why, but later... you got it

• Undoubtedly, this will be the strangest relationship in the Foundation and perhaps in its entire history.

• In the relationship, he still occasionally makes hurtful jokes about you, which can lead to arguments of varying intensity.

• By the way, SCP-166-V will start calling you "mom," and Clef will find it hilarious.

• Bright will always mediate and reconcile you both in any situation, using all sorts of methods—from faking his own death to whatever else pops into his ginger head.

• If you're in a bad mood, he'll first find out what happened and then take down everyone responsible under the pretext, "Well, they shouldn't have messed with Y/N!"

• Occasionally, you and Bright prank him by putting various insects in his desk or closet, laughing at his funny reactions.

• You might marry him because he dreams of it and asks you 24/7, but the decision is ultimately yours.

• At times, he suggests the craziest ideas and experiments, not just in life but also in intimate matters. It makes you wonder whether he's immortal or just out of his mind.

• Kondraki always bets on the latter, just like you do.

• For the sake of your peace of mind, Clef made peace with Kondraki, but they still secretly try to kill each other whenever you're not around or aren't looking

Dr. Bright

• This will definitely be the most challenging relationship experience of your life.

•You were the one who initiated the relationship. You confessed your feelings through a note you slipped into his documents, praying it would get lost. But when Bright found it, he was shocked, a smirk playing on his lips as he realized he now held the fate of Dr. Y/N’s heart in his hands. He decided to find you and call you over to discuss it:

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–Dr. Bright, did you need something? I have a lot of work, so let’s make this quick,"

You said quietly, your voice trembling as you stared at the floor.

–Dr. Y/N, care to explain this useless little note you left on my desk while I was out?

Bright said with a playful smile, holding up the damned note written in your favorite black pen, each letter of your confession carefully crafted.

–It’s all clearly written there, or have you forgotten how to read?

you responded with a hint of sarcasm, lifting your eye eyes to meet the face of the man who had stolen your heart. As he laughed, nearly doubling over, you felt tears welling up in your eyes and a painful ache in your heart.

–Even if this is just a failed prank or someone put you up to it, I’ll still accept your dubious proposal," he said with a mischievous grin.

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• At that moment, you wanted to kill him, but you held back.

• No one knew about your relationship for the first three weeks, but rumors spread quickly in the Foundation, so soon everyone knew.- The first time he died, and you didn’t know about his abilities, you cried-a lot, and very bitterly, while your beloved stood behind you with a smile.

• The Foundation saw your relationship as beneficial since you could sometimes talk him out of his ideas to "earn a new restriction on something!"

•You can’t always keep track of his antics and actions that seem crazy to most of the Foundation, but when he gets hurt, he comes to you, not to the medical wing!

• A perk of this relationship for you is that he quietly takes over half of your paperwork so you can get more rest, though you caught him once, and now he just takes it openly.

•Only he can keep you up at night with strange questions like "How can I ruin everyone’s mood?" or "How can I multiply SCPs?" and many others.

• He’s been in many relationships and always cheated on his partners, but he’s truly faithful to you. Maybe it’s because Rights beats him up whenever she sees tears on your cute little face.

Dr. Glass

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He was the first to propose starting a relationship. It was early morning in the Foundation, and life was just beginning to stir after the calm of the night. Everyone was going about their tasks and duties. Every staff member must undergo a mental health checkup each month, and today was your turn. You weren't worried since the tests were simple and almost always the same. At 11:30 AM, you entered the office of the blue-eyed blond who you quite liked, but there was one little issue that kept you from confessing your feelings - a rather silly reason! You didn’t know if he felt the same, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. As you entered the office, there he stood, smiling his usual charming smile, the one he gave to everyone. Maybe it was that smile you fell in love with, but that’s just a guess. He handed you the usual test, and you quickly started filling it out without looking up since the questions hadn’t changed in all the years you’d worked there. But then a soft male voice distracted you by asking something.

–Dr. Y/N?

Startled, thinking you might have done something wrong, you looked at him with slight apprehension.

–Yes, Simon? Is something wrong?

–Is there someone you're in a relationship with, or someone you'd like to be with?

–What’s the point of that question?Confused by the sudden inquiry, you put the test aside and waited for his answer.

–Well… here goes nothing. Dr. Y/N, I’ve liked you for a long time, and I wanted to…

–I accept!

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• He often forgets to take care of himself because he’s so busy taking care of everyone else at the Foundation.

• So, when you help him out of your own desire, not because you have to, it’s super appreciated. He gets lost in his work and melts when you tell him to take a break, go for a walk, or just spend time together.

• He might open up to you about what truly makes him happy. This makes him feel like he’s not alone in this rotten place and that it’s okay for him to feel down without having to find a solution to his problems.

• He loves your kisses, hugs, and all those physical displays of affection - they’re his weakness. He’s naturally affectionate, so when you’re alone in a room or any place where it’s just the two of you, he’ll hold you, his face flushed as he looks down at the floor.

• I think Simon really melts around you. You have such a positive influence on him that he couldn’t resist even if he tried.

• He’s so sweet, but always so anxious. He’s constantly checking on you - how you’re feeling, which SCPs you’re working with, and so much more.

• There are many tender moments between the two of you, like hanging out in his office, chatting over a cup of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate.

• I think you’re a bit more assertive than he is. It’s not that he doesn’t know when enough is enough, but sometimes it’s really hard for him to say or show it.

• He’s very gentle when he touches you, always asking for permission - whether it’s to kiss you or hug you, both verbally and non-verbally.

• He tends to bring you food. It’s incredibly sweet.

Dr. Iceberg

•Surprisingly, he was the one who suggested dating, which was shocking given his nature.

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Iceberg was naturally a confrontational person, so it was no surprise that arguments between you two occurred at every opportunity. Almost everyone had gotten used to his yelling at various staff members whenever they did something wrong in his eyes. What was surprising, though, was that he would often shout at you for seemingly no reason. If you dressed in a way he didn’t like - an argument. If you did something he disapproved of -another fight. This started from the very first day the MTF brought you into the Foundation and continued to this day. He seemed to enjoy making you uncomfortable with his outbursts, taking pleasure in watching you struggle to come up with reasonable excuses for your actions. After every argument, Iceberg would retreat to his office with a victorious smile, but no one knew what went on behind those closed doors. Every time he reduced you to tears during a fight, he would roll his eyes and leave to find a secluded spot where he could suppress the feelings of guilt and love that were slowly consuming him. Yes, you understood correctly - he loved you, deeply. But because of his reputation, he couldn't admit it. It was easier for everyone to believe that he didn’t care about anyone, that he was indifferent to everyone - except you. All the fights were his way of trying to suppress the uncomfortable feelings in his heart. He thought you hated him more than anything, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. Only Glass knew about your feelings for Dr. Iceberg and tried to help you both sort things out, but nothing really worked. Whenever Iceberg saw you, he would roll his eyes and click his tongue in annoyance, trying to show disinterest. But we all know the truth…

–Dr. Y/N! Can you do anything right? Or are you a cripple? Maybe you’re just an invalid!

–I did everything perfectly and on time! If something’s wrong, that’s not my problem! My work is done!

–DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO ME IN THAT TONE!

–Then stop treating me like garbage or a D-Class! I haven’t done anything wrong, and yet you treat me like I’m beneath you! What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?!

Tears Salty, bitter tears started streaming uncontrollably from your eyes, and you couldn’t stop them. The feeling of guilt began to creep into Iceberg’s body, slowly taking over his legs and eventually his mind. How he hated seeing you cry. After looking around and realizing no one was around to witness what was about to happen, he approached you and pulled you into a tight embrace, his gloved hand rubbing your back.

–Shh… please, don’t cry..

Calm words? He was hugging you and stroking your back? Were you dreaming, or was this real life? Shocked by the doctor’s unexpected action, you stopped crying and simply melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his cold body in return.

–Would you like me to answer your question about why I treat you so poorly, Dr. Y/N? –That would be nice because none of my theories have proven correct… –Because of your beautiful eyes, I couldn’t sleep peacefully. Because of your delicate hands, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. All my thoughts were about you, Y/N… To my surprise, I’m in love with you ___________________________________ •He gently took your chin and kissed you with his dry, cold lips. • He has the ability to be soft, but it takes a long time to truly see that side of him.- You are much more physically affectionate than he is. •You bring him coffee, food, remind him to take breaks, and so on. • You tend to just hug him? Hug him a lot? It’s very sweet. He always maintains a biting attitude towards these physical displays of affection, but he secretly adores them. •He’s very much like a house cat that doesn’t want to show affection. Sometimes he’ll nudge your bicep or shoulder with his head just so he can fall asleep on your shoulder. •He’ll do your work for you. This is his love language, which he expresses especially for you. • He can be surprisingly verbally affectionate when he wants to be. • He’ll never show your relationship in public; at first, he even pretended to hate you. But when you started getting frustrated about it, he finally decided to treat you normally in front of others.- He always warms up from the heat of your hands and body when he’s really cold, but when you’re not comfortable and try to warm yourself up too, the two of you end up bundled under three blankets, fully clothed, in his office. • The entire Foundation was shocked to learn that Iceberg had a girlfriend - alive, no less! And that she worked there too! • Clef and Bright thought it was one of Iceberg’s bad jokes or that you two were pulling a prank, but you both proved them wrong. • The O5 Council thought you were being held hostage or something similar in the relationship, so you had to prove them wrong to prevent Iceberg from being punished. • You two sleep in separate rooms because of his cold body. You tried sleeping together once, but Iceberg kept pressing against you and absorbing all your warmth, leaving you freezing.- You’ll become a real star in the facility because of your strange relationship - the warm, sunny Dr. Y/N and the cold, always-angry Dr. Iceberg. • If you take his favorite scarf without asking, there will be an argument. If you ask first, he’ll complain about the cold. If you don’t take his scarf, he’ll complain about the other staff and his entire life there. • The only way to calm him down and keep him from yelling is for him to hold you and stroke your hair. So don’t be surprised if other staff members frequently call you to calm him down during your workday.

Dr. Gears

Surprisingly, it was you who suggested dating, and in the strangest of places-the library.

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A quiet evening had settled over the SCP Foundation. It was well past 11 PM, and most of the researchers had already gone home, while those who lived on-site were asleep, wrapped in the peaceful embrace of Morpheus. Dr. Y/N had been sitting in the library since the end of her shift, engrossed in some mediocre novel (or genre of your choice). The silence filled the small library, broken only by the faint sound of her breathing. As she turned a page, Y/N heard a faint noise - someone was approaching. But she paid little attention to it; the library was open 24/7, and you could stay there all night if you wanted, without anyone saying a word - except for Dr. Gears, the one who watched over you, the one you loved but couldn’t confess to because of his emotions, or rather, the lack thereof. You didn’t want to be among those he had rejected without hesitation.- Hearing someone approach, picking a book from the "Detective" section and sitting down beside you, you were surprised when they initiated the conversation:

–Good evening, Dr. Y/N. Why aren’t you in your room sleeping at this late hour? You would recognize that voice anywhere - cold and indifferent. Only one person had such a voice, the object of your affection.

–Good evening to you too, Dr. Gears… I’m not sleeping because of this book… I’ll finish this chapter and then go!

Trying to avoid looking at him, you continued reading, though the words were now just a blur. Dr. Gears sat beside you, starting to read his own book. After an hour or maybe two - you couldn’t tell, and didn’t particularly care - Charles Gears was quietly asleep beside you, a book in his hand. Overcoming your fear of rejection and the possibility of a harsh response, you gently stroked his head.

–If only you knew how many tears I’ve shed because of you… Oh, how I love you…

Suddenly, your hand was gently but firmly grabbed, and looking into your eyes, a deep voice replied:

–And I love you too.

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Charles doesn’t understand love. No matter how many people hinted at or outright proposed to him, he would either ignore them or respond bluntly with a clear and immediate “No.” But this situation turned out to be special for both of you.

You excel at expressing your love for him in ways that are considered "normal" and that he doesn't find odd or unsettling. In turn, he expresses his affection in the ways he knows how.

He is very verbose, and this is his love language towards you, but it’s endearing in its own way.

Every word of love he speaks to you is sincere, regardless of the situation.

He never allows you to interact with Keter-class objects without his presence. He wants to be there to protect you, even if it means putting himself at risk.

Like Dr. Iceberg, he does a lot of work for you. Even if you argue, shout, or fight, he will continue doing it, ignoring your protests.- This doesn’t mean he doesn’t listen to you or ignores you like he does with other people. Your opinion matters to him, and he will ask for it whenever possible. But if it involves dangerous objects, don’t even bother starting the conversation.

He can accomplish a lot - many people at the Foundation respect him, and some even fear him. So trust that if he wants to keep you away from Keters, he will do whatever it takes to ensure it.

As strange as it may sound, Dr. Charles can be affectionate. He enjoys spending time with you - in his office, chatting in the break room, or simply resting together without prying eyes or judgment. In the silence, saying nothing, just savoring the moment that you’re both alive and nothing threatens your life.

He’s very prone to writing you little notes throughout the day and either slipping them to you or passing them through other staff members. It’s incredibly sweet, knowing that it’s unlikely he would say such things to your face; he expresses himself better through writing when it comes to those he loves deeply.

Many Foundation staff members couldn’t understand how you could be in a relationship with someone as emotionless as Gears! According to them, he can’t feel love or show affection towards you. But that’s their problem because you’re happy with how things are.

[brynn-lear]

Yandere SCP Senior Researcher!Dottore who loves to act as the mentor figure for Agent!Darling.

Dr. Zandik had always been known for his surgically precise way of handling anomalies— but there's an intensely palpable reason as to why urgent cases aren't left on his desk. Before he could ever conclude an experiment, he'd ensure that he explored every possible data there is to be recorded, quantifiable or otherwise. This usually meant he'd apathetically sacrifice Class-D personnel just to find what the test subject would react. Site 02 reveres him... Yet most of his colleagues would rather have new blood trained than indulge his unnecessary experiments.

What made you first stand out to him was your files. Apparently, you share similarities with the famous SM-046 patient; you've contracted Urbach–Wiethe disease in your early childhood as well. Just like SM-046, your colleagues dubbed you as "Agent Without Fear". You could only shrug and laugh the teasing off. It's a challenge for you to distinguish what is malicious from pure— so you lived most your life expecting the latter.

With Dr. Zandik's passionate nagging requests, SCP-500 was updated with a new line...

Addendum 500-13:

Request 500-2022-A approved. One (1) pill of SCP-500 was ingested by Agent (L/n). Subject reported to have improved skin, mucous membranes, eye, vision, speech, and respiratory symptoms. However, neurological symptoms caused by Urbach–Wiethe disease have shown no signs of improvement. Number of pills is forty-six (46) at the time of writing.

In truth, the fact that you remained as the "Agent Who Can't Feel Fear" after the Trial 1 made Dr. Zandik more interested in you. Which is why, much like last time, the doctor submitted another revision. Instead of an SCP, it was a personnel file.

Yours.

Incident Report 921-A

Date: [REDACTED]

Personnel Involved:

Dr. Zandik "Dottore" █████ [Senior Researcher]

Agent (Y/n) (L/n) [Assigned MTF Officer]

BEGIN LOG

Dr. Zandik: Agent (L/n), just the person I wanted to see. I’ve requested you be assigned as my permanent bodyguard. Agent (L/n): Really? That’s a new one. Why me? Dr. Zandik: I’m very interested in your unique approach to security. I think your presence will be invaluable. Agent (L/n): Well, if you say so, Dottore. I guess I’m in! Every time I work with you, you're always dragging me around to say hi to whatever weird and funky SCPs you're working with. This should be fun. Dr. Zandik: Undoubtedly so. I’m looking forward to working with you. Agent (L/n): Great! I’ll do my best to keep you safe, even if I seriously think you can handle most things on your own, Doc. Dr. Zandik: I assure you. It’ll be a learning experience for both of us. END LOG

Addendum Incident 921-A-1:

Agent (L/n) has been reassigned as Dr. Zandik’s permanent security detail, as requested by Dr. Zandik. The nature of Dr. Zandik’s interest in this arrangement remains undisclosed to Agent (L/n).

[theunderneath]

SCP Foundation

Yandere Dr. Kondraki's declining mental health as he falls for his darling? (One-Shot / EDITED)

Art Share (Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Clef, just a small Dr. Bright)

Yandere SCP-035 vs Yandere SCP-049 (headcanon / EDITED)

Can I ask for yandere Dr. Gears? (yandere alphabet / EDITED)

Yandere Dr. Kondraki with a S/O that has an intense chronic illness? (headcanons / EDITED)

Soft yandere Dr. Kondraki dealing with face kisses (headcanons / EDITED)

Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef, and Dr. Kondraki with a Darling who is fine with them being Yanderes (Headcannon /

Yandere Dr. Clef alphabet (

Dr Kondraki's flower prompt (One shot /

Dr. Kondraki Yandere prompt (One shot /

Yandere Dr. James Martin Talloran / SCP-3999 headcanon (

Dr. King, Dr. R.gerald, and Agent Dimitri Arkdeyevich Strelnikov taking care of a sick Darling (Headcannon /

How do Dr. Clef, Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Bright, and Dr. Gears go about kidnapping their darling? (Headcannon /

Yandere Dr. Iceberg headcanon (

Yandere Dr. Clef when his darling walks in on him killing (One shot /

Dr.R.Gerald Yandere smut prompt (One shot /

My personal SCP doctor headcanons (

Soft Yandere 079 x female reader (Headcanon /

Dr. Clef, Dr. Bright, and Dr. Kondraki taking care of a sick Darling (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Clef, and Dr. Bright with a darling that works under dr Gears (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Clef smile prompt (One shot /

Dr. Bright vs Dr. Clef for a Darling (Headcanon /

Dr. Clef with a darling who will not give up trying to escape (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Kondraki alphabet (

Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef, Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Gears, Dr. Iceberg, and Dr. Glass with their Darling escaping (Headcanon / 300 follower special /

Dr. Glass being platonic yandere for a Powerful Child SCP darling (headcanon /

Dr. Kondraki having insomnia because he’s obsessed with his coworker (One shot /

Yandere Scp 2521 Headcanon (

Being trapped inside SCP 2264 (Headcanon /

Dr. Kondraki with a photographer Darling (

Yandere Dr.Bright Alphabet (

Platonic Dr. Kondraki and Dr. Clef with a safe class SCP Darling (Headcanon /

Dr. Kondraki and Dr. Clef with a type green reality bender Darling (Headcanon /

Yandere scp 049 headcanons (

Yandere Dr. Iceberg, Dr. Gears, Dr. Clef, Abel falling in love with a safe class SCP reader (Headcanon /

yandere Dr. Clef, Dr. Kondraki, and Dr. Gears with a darling that saves them from near-death experience (Headcanon /

Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki rivalry for Female Darling (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Clef (Old cringe Art)

[maruchan25]

May I request SCP-049 with manipulative, malevolent, mischievous SCP entity reader? Like reader play mind games and other sick games?

hii there thanks for your request I'm sorry it took so long it's just I was busy written other stuff but finally here it is! By the way the gif it's not mine!

-he is definitely surprised by your...well your unique traits

-he would a bit repulsed by you since you remind him alot of SCP-035 in that sense

-he would see it as repulsive acts wherever you do one of your sick games as he calls them, in his presence

-would appreciate if you didn't invite him to play that kind of games but if you do he would decline you politely "Ah sorry my friend but I'm not into that kind of games" on his french accent

-he would appreciate if you didn't bother him while he "cures" people since he finds you quite noise when you are going to do naughty thing

-he would just sigh as he presence those poor minds getting broken by your sicko games

-he would tried to cure you cuz he senses the pestilence on you, you're soul...you are just not fine

-as much as you tried he is very intelligent he isn't like the humans you often manipulate he isn't weak minded

-as much as he is disturbed by your acts there's always a pic of intrigue and curiosity as he looked at you gambling with the corner of his eye

-you would have to gamble an organ or something that way hesitated but he would probably accept

-he never meet someone like you he can tell you are good at what you do

-would be intrigued by how easy you can broke a human mind he would find it rather appealing

[wolveria]

Was this game tailored just for me

[mir4gx]

~ Unmasked ~

scp-049 one-shot where he wakes up with something unusual, or should I say.. without.

(wrote this for @wolveria and their story The Raven's Hymn Check em out! They inspired me to write again.)

SCP-049 stirred from his slumber, the familiar scent of his cell filling his nostrils. He blinked once, twice— something felt different. Instinctively, his hand flew to his face. But instead of his mask's cold, comforting ceramic, his fingers brushed over... flesh?

Panic seized him.

The Plague Doctor scrambled to his feet and rushed to the mirror affixed to his cell's wall. Staring back at him was not the beak that had defined him for centuries, but a mouth. A human mouth. His dark eyes widened in disbelief.

"What... is this?" His voice came out softer, warmer, lacking the usual hollow echo. He bared his teeth at the mirror, moving his lips in a way he hadn't in centuries. His mind raced—had the pestilence done this to him? Was this a new kind of mutation, or some experiment the Foundation subjected him to?

He clenched his fists, anger simmering beneath the surface. Without his mask, without his beak, he felt... exposed. Vulnerable. But there was also a strange curiosity. He touched his lips again, experimentally parting them.

My assistant. Where's my assistant? What if she sees me like this?

The thought of her seeing him like this stirred a wave of emotion. Would she still look at him the same way? Would her fingers still trace his jaw, now that it was. bare, exposed to the world? He touched his lips again, imagining her doing the same.

A thought lingered, unexpected but insistent: he wondered how it would feel, to kiss her, to have his tongue on her. It was a notion he had dismissed before, the mask making such thoughts irrelevant. But now? The idea hung in his mind, both unsettling and intriguing.

He straightened his back, pushing the thoughts aside, though the traces of them remained like a whisper in the back of his mind. He had a mission to cleanse the world of the pestilence. But there was a part of him, the part that had been buried beneath the mask for so long, that now wondered if perhaps, just for a moment, he could indulge in the humanity he had long forsaken.

[psychopathseraphim]

Can you do 049 I’m adopting/kidnaping us?

Hhheeeeyyy... I’m back it’s really been a while ahhsjshz idek if I’ll be back to post buuuut ;___; thought i’d give you guys some headcanons! I answer by date of ask, btw.

*

-049 would definitely adopt you, specifically because he’s against the concept of kidnapping you (non-consensual and all that, fucking traumatizing too) so he’d take you in under his wing, in the SCP lab

- would insist on tweaking you if he could,, maybe altering something in your genes so his touch wouldn’t affect you then bring you back. Because of your position as a D-Class, you had to, but to some extent you did it willingly

-you no longer die from a touch! Yay. 049 makes sure to cherish this fond feeling of affection, holding your hands/shoulders/arms/etc., Wherever you allow him to because he’s understanding of boundaries

- Random hc: feel like he’d be sooo into making food if the foundation allowed him access to the cafeteria... But because he can’t he sticks to asking the staff members for food for you; more nutritiously packed than his meals.

- Sees you as a daughter, a younger sibling if you will. Cherishes your position as (somewhat) a little follower, possibly a plague docling to his plague doctor self; sometimes you’d take down notes because he often babbles about you being his apprentice

- another random hc but would quite literally build you a small area in his lab for your “room” he’s respectful of your privacy too o777

- you’d probably take him to do a bunchhh of random things, like do some coloring or drawing and he’d drop all his science experiments to do these things with you. You notice his excitement when he gets to partake in these things- indeed like a father with his daughter

- at the end of the day you find yourself having dinner with him as he asks you about your day. Once the meal is over and you get ready for bed, he never forgets to give you a peck on the forehead <3

[worldwide-simp]

Here, take some of my writing from when I was brain dead // Yandere Scp x reader

military au

The last shot

not edited Warnings: swearing, graphic descriptions of violence, mention of death “Open fire!” Clef commanded, a barrage of bullets releasing on the word, piercing repeatedly through the invaders skin, flesh and bone.

Blood painted the ground a beautiful red as bodies decorated it like a woven tapestry. He clipped on the safety feature back onto his own double barrel shotgun, thinking to himself how life would be so much easier if it didn’t exist.

“I hate my job.” He mumbled, swiping the flecks of red off his face, accidentally smudging it even further in. A rapid fire of quiet curses were released to vent his growing frustration. The dirt under him crunched as he made the slightest of movement.

Kicking at an arm of a fallen enemy soldier, Clef glowered down at them, remembering the time that their bullets pierced his own skin. The difference was that he didn’t fucking die.

“Commander!” A soldier in training shouted to him, the distance between them blurring their words. Nevertheless, he heard it loud and clear, being a sort of mantra that repeated everyday and became his apparent sixth sense.

“What.” His tension filled voice amated the soldier as they closed the large distance between them, standing two metres away. A respectable distance.

“Have- have you not heard the radio..?” They stuttered slightly, shifting their feet below them. Clef’s expression became one of curiousity and believe it or not, apprehension.

“No, genius, mine was blown up.” His gruff voice breathed out, annoyance lacing it like fine poison. As he moved to place his full attention on the soldier, his blond neck-length hair ruffled with the slight breeze and the shorter strands rested on his face.

“Well- um, someone on our squad got shot.” Clef whipped his head to them, eyes widening in shock. If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.

“Who?!” He demanded, pointing a finger towards them. They spluttered, overwhelmed with the sudden burst of energy from their normally stoic but eccentric commander.

“I don’t know! I just heard about it, they refused to elaborate on whether they are dead or alive.” Clef was extremely confused. Why wouldn’t they say anything about it if someone was injured? They would of had to be immediately taken to Y/N (assuming that they were alive).

“Have you not checked on who is missing?” He snapped, pulling at his hair as a coping mechanism, and it was certainly a painful one. The soldier winced when blood trickled from his scalp.

Clef stopped his erratic tugging and beckoned the soldier to follow, stamping on the bodies of the fallen as a sign of disrespect.

The rest of his awaiting squadron were already on their tanks, preparing the last of the equipment when they arrived, Clef dashing at immense speed while the soldier behind him struggled immensely, chest heaving in shortness of breath.

“Does anyone have any fucking information on that injured member?” Clef inquired, slipping into the entrance, his voice echoing through the tank. Dimitri nodded, answering the question that Clef wanted so desperately answered.

“He is fine, Y/N retrieved him, had a talk with them and it appears that he is in stable condition, it was a shot to the leg, but still something to be concerned about. It is apparent that he won’t step foot in military ground for quite some time.” He answered, Dimitri’s voice a steady calm, his Russian accent slipping through.

Clef nodded in silent thanks, heart rate becoming steady once again. Honestly, the thing he was most worried about was the fact another casualty would’ve slipped under his belt and become another ornament that he had failed his squadron once again.

Even with his seemingly uncaring attitude, Clef valued each and every soldier like a rare gem, their uniqueness shining through and defining their personality. He would never admit that if someone asked him.

The rumbling of hard ground against sturdy tires snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he peered out of the small hatch that was the only source of natural light and view (not counting the scope connected to the roof).

A broken static resounded through one of the radios that so happened to be connected to Dimitri. He looked at it for a few seconds before turning the comm on and increasing the volume.

“This is Y/N speaking, for your peace of mind, be assured that Gerald is doing well.” Your voice broke through the tension filled silence, just the fact that you spoke made their hearts fill with warmth.

Clef turned towards the mic, staring at Dimitri expectantly. Dimitri in question glanced up, feeling the gaze of Alto Clef piercing his radio.

“Dimitri, could I talk to them.” He asked, well more so demanded, his attitude turning a 180. A slight creaking of the hull was ignored, the silence tense once again.

“Take it.” He said, glowering towards Clef. Throwing it with a steady hand harshly towards him, Clef caught it with expected ease.

“My my, jealous, Dimitri?” Clef taunted, cooing in a mockingly soft tone. The soldier that had hopped aboard watched the spectacle unfold, waiting for a bloodbath to commence, whispering in the mic that so happened to have you on the other end.

Dimitri glared daggers, but said nothing more. Clef was quite the nasty person when it came to the concerns of you, maybe because you were the only person he trusted in the hellhole, two years was quite the amount of time to know someone. But there were always secrets that could be hidden with a mask and nothing more.

He clipped on the mic, the quiet, unnoticeable conversation between you and Iris was put on a standstill as he switched on comms, a gentle clicking sound indicated it was successful.

“Hello!” You spoke, uncertainty in your tone as the background noise of scissors snapping roughly through flesh and the words of gentle reconciliation reverberated, giving the illusion that it was louder that it actually was.

“Hey Y/N, how are you and Gerald?” Clef smiled, his heart racing through a full F1 track. You paused, though the cutting of flesh resumed, making up for the lack of communication.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking, I think Gerald is the one you should be more concerned about.” You jabbed.

He laughed, it was a bit forced but what wasn’t anyways.

“I believe I also asked about the well-being of Gerald, am I wrong?” In Clef’s mind, he believed you were starting a light-hearted banter, and it was like that, just with the aftermath of atmosphere tension, similar to the fragility of string. When it is woven, drawn taunt and held straight, it turns sharp (not literally).

“Nothing nothing, you don’t understand. Now get over here and we can talk.” You hummed, the shuffling of metal equipment heard and you mumbled something under your breath.

part 1 of 3

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello! I have a muti-fandom request if that's ok. Can I get SCP-049 ( plague doctor), Blitzø from helluva boss, and laughing Jack from creepypasta with an S/O who deals with maladaptive day dreaming, and often if they start talking or trying to get there attention they will kinda not realize for a second.

Maladaptive daydreaming is something I know about from personal experience so most of this is just going to be based on that. Hope that's okay!

Scp-049, Blitzø and Laughing Jack x Reader who maladaptively daydreams

Plague doctor

★ Often getting lost in his work, he understands how easy it can be to get lost in something you love doing. I feel like he would have a basic understanding of what maladaptive daydreaming is and what causes it, being a doctor and all that.

★ That being said, he's not a expert in psychology. So you probably know more about it than him. He might leave his comfort zone and try to "google" maladaptive daydreaming.

★ You can't tell me he would hate modern technology. Specifically phones and computers. He just doesn't understand how it works and that frustrates him to no end.

★ Anyway, other than his questionable psychologist skills he doesn't see anything wrong with you. Actually that's a lie, one thing he sees as being wrong is the fact that you understand how to use the demonic computer box.

Blitzø

★ He understands the whole "making and imagining fictional scenarios and characters" part of maladaptive daydreaming. There's no way in hell he doesn't write about his horse OC's. So he doesn't question it much.

★ If you feel like you need to write things down you can use the conference rooms white board. Just didn't erase any of his drawings! If you do he'd be heartbroken over it.

★ When you are in the zone and begin to pace around the room he stands aside and lets you do your thing. Only cutting in to show you a meme on his phone or to tell you something.

★ If you tell him about any of your OC's or characters you made, he will be drawing them as horses. If you ever draw one of his OC's the drawing is being framed and hung up in his office.

Laughing Jack

★ Half the time he doesn't even realize that you aren't listening to him. Even if he knows you're not he probably isn't going to say anything about it. He talks to his various stuffed animals a lot so is used to an audience who isn't actually listening.

★ Laughing Jack is clingy and doesn't like it when you ignore him. But he can make a exception for when you're lost in thought. Don't push it though because he can and will pick you up to make you pay attention to him.

★ He doesn't really like when you lose yourself in thought for too long. Trying to snap you out of the daydream when you've been at it for more than a hour. Other than that he's pretty patient and lets you do your thing.

★ If you want to talk about what you're thinking about he's wants to listen. It's like listening to someone reading a storybook, except it's an original story written (thought?) by you.

[hellraiser0]

" ORIGINAL FICTION " ❥ all set in universes I have personally crafted involving original characters with brief introductories, myths, prompts, so on.

❣ CURIOUS CRYPTIDS → ❣ GREEK MYTHOLOGY →

" MEDIA FICTION " ❥ stories from various pieces of online media may it be analog horror, indie productions, etcetera.

❣ SCP FOUNDATION → ❣ THE BACKROOMS → ❣ VITA CARNIS → ❣ CREEPYPASTA →

" FANDOM FICTION " ❥ heavily inspired fanfiction derived from literature, films, television series, or otherwise.

❣ ARCANE → ❣ PERCY JACKSON → ❣ AVATAR →

[theyanderespecialist]

Skipping Meals (Headcanons/Bonus) Yanderes Gears & Iceberg X Insecure Reader (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Now, I normally do not bump up requests often but this one from Tumblr stole my heart and I just got to do it!  the Request! 

-Can you please do a yandere Dr. Iceberg x insecure reader x dr gears with a reader who skips meals and stuff? Their my comfort characters, and I'm in recovery, so it would help a lot. Thanks- 

I now am assuming that meant Yandere Dr. Gears as well and trust me as someone who has had active eating disorders and body image in my life I understand the need for a comfort character. NOW Remember I do NOT Normally bump up stuff even for stuff that will help mental health (I Am slow with requests, this one just spoke to me so I can do it right away) now onto disclaimers! 

(Disclaimer: Dr. Gears and Dr. Iceberg are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are, you Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Dr. Gears and Dr. Iceberg Sharing Insecure Listener From The SCP Foundation Fandom- 

.Gears and Iceberg both decided to share you as they were both in obsessive love with you. 

.And if either of them were to share a darling with someone it would be each other. 

.They both loved you and you were to work under Dr. Gears alongside Dr. Iceberg. 

.Iceberg for once being glad he was at the rank he was at because it allowed him to be close to you. 

.Dr. Gears was also pleased with this work arrangement because it allowed both of them to keep a close eye on you and make sure that you remained theirs. 

.Of course, this allowed them to see your insecurities and issues with eating. 

.How you were insecure with how you looked and would skip meals because of it. 

.How you would almost pass out because you skipped so many meals. 

.It worried them both. 

.They both have different ways of handling your issues with your meals. 

.Dr. Iceberg packs to lunch and always offers you one, wearing you down until you join him for lunch and eat. 

.Do not worry it is healthy food, that tastes good, and is good for you. 

.He also makes sure that if anyone is saying anything to make you feel insecure their office has a Molotov cocktail thrown into it the next day. 

.Bonus points if the said person was in there when it went off. 

.Dr. Gears on the other hand is far more direct. 

.He would force you to look at him and demand to know why you are not eating. 

.He states the facts about what it will do to you, and how you are hurting yourself more than anything. 

.He is blunt and forward about the risks of skipping meals, but then he tells you sweet things.  .Of course, these sweet things that he tells you are in his monotone voice, but he means every word. 

.They both find you to be the most stunning person and want you healthy and happy. 

.Which does mean that you do not skip meals either. 

.Dr. Gears would also take to making healthy and yummy meals as well, and he would insist that you eat with the two of them, so they can make sure you eat the right amount and that you did not develop an eating disorder. 

.For the insecurities you have they would shower you with compliments and show their love to you. 

.To show you how much they adore you and how much they love you. 

.How stunning you are to them and how much they cherish you. 

.They would help build up your self-esteem and they would build you up. 

.Of course, then there are their yandere sides. 

.They would hurt the people that try to hurt you. 

.Dr.  Gears have a lot of them demoted to D Class. They ended up being dealt with SCPs very fast. 

.They would do this not just by hurting you but with them doing even little comments. 

.They do not tolerate this, even if the people doing it by talking behind your back. 

.Dr. Iceberg has his snappish temper with his yandere side, and that is with him lashing out and even putting his hands on people who try and break you down. 

.Now if they had rivals they can be a bit toxic and make rumors, rumors they know that will get to you. 

.Where the rivals had been "talking" stuff about you that you are sensitive about. 

.This way you would not want to be with the rival and they have an excuse to get rid of the rival. 

.They are ruthless with their rivals and doing that, that way you would depend on them and only trust them. 

.They made sure that you could only love them and this way no one else can have you~  .You belong to them and them alone. 

.They confessed to you together, sharing both of their feelings and that they wanted to share you. 

.They would not take no for an answer and would manipulate you so they could have you as their darling. 

.In the end, you are dating them and they actually make you feel more confident. 

.They are the best choice for you after all. 

[I did not get an answer for a scenario so I am going to make one because I can!] 

(Comfort and Lunch) (Yandere Dr. Gears and Yandere Dr. Iceberg, Sharing you) 

(No One's POV) 

They were worried for you, (Name), and how you were skipping meals. They did not want you to starve yourself and that is what they thought you were doing. So they had been having you joining them for meals. Both take turns to cook for you. So they knew that they would have healthy and tasty meals for you. Today was one of the days they both cooked a little bit for you. You were having a hard time eating today as you poked at the meal that Gears and Iceberg had made small parts of food for you.  "You need to eat." Dr. Gears says.  "I am not that hungry." You lie to them, the truth is, you are starving and skipped dinner and breakfast.  "I heard your stomach growling." Dr. Iceberg says. "You also are lightheaded from lack of food. Eat it or I will feed you it."  "You are beautiful, (Name)." Dr. Gears interjects. "Your body is perfect the way it is, you do not need to lose weight for anyone. Least of all us." 

"Us?" You asked confused and the two of them looked at each other before they both nodded.  "Yes, us." Dr. Gears confirms and wipes his mouth. "We are in love with you (Name), and we want to share you."  "W-What!?" You stuttered out shocked.  "You heard him, snowflake." Dr. Iceberg says. "We are in love with you, and you are ours, it is our job to take care of you. So eat."  You looked at them in shock, but slowly picked up your fork and ate. This was so confusing! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[nyrobnua8983]

An unexpected kiss [1/3]

gender neutral reader

Dr. Bright

You were sitting in the laboratory, absorbed in yet another experiment, when Dr. Bright entered the room without knocking. His energetic appearance and irrepressible smile always signaled that something unexpected was about to happen.

–How’s it going?-he cheerfully asked, coming closer. Your gaze met his, and you noticed the playful spark in his eyes. It was one of those moments when you knew something interesting was on the horizon. Before you could even blink, Bright was already by your side. He hugged you with one arm, seemingly casually, but in that casualness was all his usual cheerfulness. With his other hand, he gently touched the back of your neck, drawing you closer and pulling your attention away from the experiment.His lips touched yours in a kiss that was both tender and swift. It was a typical Bright kiss—spontaneous, full of energy, yet caring at the same time. The air was filled with a faint aroma, a blend of his signature scent and something slightly anomalous that always seemed to accompany him. This scent was like a small part of his unusual world. You responded to the kiss, feeling his energy transfer to you, filling you with a warm feeling. In these moments, Bright seemed to forget his reputation and left only sincerity and emotion. He allowed himself to be vulnerable, showing you a side of himself that few had the chance to see. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to create the sensation that everything around had stopped. When Bright pulled away, his smile was wide and genuine, and he seemed pleased to have made your day a little brighter.

–Remember, life is too short not to enjoy moments like these. he said, looking at you with warmth.

–Let’s make as many of them as possible.

You nodded, realizing that with him, every moment would be special, full of surprises and joy.

Dr. Alto Clef

The evening hours in the laboratory were quiet, with only the light from the desk lamp softly illuminating the workspace. Dr. Clef was immersed in his research, but you noticed that his gaze occasionally lingered on you, full of contemplation.You sat nearby, flipping through documents and trying not to disrupt his concentration. The evening seemed to promise nothing unusual, but there was an elusive tension in the air.Suddenly, Clef stood up, walked over to you, and stood directly in front of you. His eyes were focused and serious as usual, but today there was a special depth of emotion in them. He sighed softly and extended his hand, gently touching your face. His touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it carried the weight of his emotions.Clef did not rush. He pressed his lips to yours; his kiss was slow and cautious, as if every movement required careful consideration. His lips were cool and firm, just like him, but in that touch, there was a profound passion and struggle he struggled to conceal.He lingered over your lips before allowing himself this act of intimacy. Each kiss was filled with an inner conflict he was trying to control. It wasn’t just an expression of feelings but an entire world of emotions where he tried to balance his restraint with his desire to be closer.When the kiss ended, he pulled away a few centimeters. His gaze was still focused, but there was a noticeable new softness in his eyes.

–Sorry if that was unexpected

he said quietly, as if trying to justify his display of affection.You simply smiled, understanding that the kiss contained everything he couldn’t express in words.

–Don’t apologize- you replied.–It was important. And I appreciate it.

Clef nodded, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face, which seemed to be just for you. He returned to his work, but the room retained a new, warm atmosphere, a reminder that even the most reserved individuals could reveal their inner depth when they trust someone.

Simon Glass

You were sitting in your chair by the window, the dim evening light gently coloring the room. Simon, still lost in his thoughts, quietly entered and approached you. His steps were light, as if he was trying not to disturb the silence that hung between you.When he sat down beside you, his gaze was focused and attentive. He was silent, simply observing you, and this silence was filled with emotions that were hard to express in words. Then, softly and carefully, he touched your hand, his fingers warm and gentle.Glass slowly turned to you, his eyes meeting yours, and in them was a whole range of feelings. He carefully traced his finger along your face, his touch light as a feather. At that moment, he seemed to be preparing to do something important and delicate.When his lips touched yours, it was like a soft breeze brushing against your face. Glass's kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with tenderness and attentiveness. He tried to be as gentle as possible, as if afraid of breaking something fragile and precious. His touches were filled with care, every phrase and every movement precisely measured.You felt his kisses conveying his deep affection and respect for your personal space. He did not rush, and there was something soothing in that. This moment was filled with emotions that Glass could not always express in words, but through his gentle, thoughtful touches, he did so with complete sincerity.When he pulled away, his eyes still held a warm light.

–I hope this expresses what I can’t say in words

his voice quiet and soft.You responded with a tender smile, knowing that his kisses conveyed much more than just physical touch. It was Glass's way of showing his deep feelings and respect without intruding on your inner world, and that was what made his kisses truly special.

[fiona-my-love]

THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A J-CK BRIGHT X READER FIC BUT NOW ITS UNDER CONSTRUCTION BECAUSE OF THE CREATOR’S ACTIONS.

————— x immortal! reader oneshot (hurt/comfort)

ahh.. immortal lovers. what would I do without this trope.

Tw: Suicidal thoughts/actions, crying, angst in general but fluff at the end

He sat alone in his office, shaking and muttering curses under his breath.

“Why won’t I just fucking die.”

He muttered to himself, eyes filled with tears. He clutched his amulet in disdain. Why was this the way his life went?

All he was back then was an unheard of scientist, trying to make a name for himself. And he can’t tell if he achieved his goal or if he completely lost sight of it. After everything that happened, was he even himself anymore? Was he known for his hard work, or just because of his immortality? Was it really going to be this way for the rest of his life, seeing everyone die time and time again?

He tried not to think of it, squeezing the pendant in his hand and smashing it to the ground. He was practically sobbing at this point, as he continued to smash his fist into the cold, hard floor. His other hand clutching his mouth, as he let out muffled screams. He watched the scarlet liquid begin to pour down from his fingers, the pain red hot. Why was this happening to him of all people? What was so different about him?

He sat there in pure shock, trying to numb out his cold reality. If only I never came to this dammed foundation. It hurt to think, but it was the truth. He was so passionate about it, his loyalty belonging to it completely. Yet, he can’t deny the fact that it ruined him. He couldn’t help but loathe his past self, so exited yet so oblivious.

But then, he was taken out of his mind-numbing daze when he heard the door creak.

“Hon?.. You alright?” you chirped.

Your voice chimed innocently, simply just checking up on your lover.

You opened the door to a horrifying sight. Jack was sitting on the floor, pulling at his hair. His face was buried in his knees, but you could see the reflection of his tears. Something was clearly wrong.

The room was filled with dread, yet you ran straight to him, kneeling down to his level. You cup his face,

“————? What happened?..” you whispered.

He looks back at you, eyes full of regret.

“I’m sorry, I just-“ he choked.

How was he meant to describe how he felt? He loved you, but you were just born immortal. Would you even get it? He swallowed, looking up at you. You gasp, seeing his shattered state.

His hair was disheveled, his hand covered in blood. But the most shocking, was his face. Your once energetic and chaotic boyfriend’s eyes were full of sorrow. Bloodshot, face covered him in dried tears.

You held his face, gently wiping away his tears. You fixed his hair a bit, trying to relax him.

“Darling.. what happened?” you murmured.

He was tired of holding it in. He melted into your touch, starting to let it all out. He hung onto you like a lifeline, sobbing into your chest. You held him close, pressing a gentle kiss on his head as you pet his back. He began to ramble about everything he was feeling, and you began to catch on.

“Why do I have to be this way. Why was I cursed like this? It isn’t fair. None of it is..”

You put your hand under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you.

“Darling..” you said, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips.

“I don’t have all the answers, but I can promise you that for as long as we’re together, I’ll make sure you feel loved. I’ll always be by your side to ground you, no matter what happens. I’ll always be here to protect you..”

You pulled him closer, bringing him into your lap for a hug.

“I promise.”

Maybe joining the foundation wasn’t the worst decision he ever made.