#scp smut...?

[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

[dolliestfairy]

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 049

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 035

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 079

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 682

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vrfinalgirl]

CUPIDS KINKTOBER 2024 !!

welcome to cupids first kinktober!! I’m so so excited to do this and it’s going to span over all three of my accounts !! @suneslvr @cupids-archives #requests are open 😇

current hyper fixations are, dc, mha, lmk, black myth wukong, creepypasta/slashers, degrees of lewdity, boyfriend to death(1+2)/tpof, scp, & genshin impact! If I don’t get a request for a specific day the default would be one of these fandoms. 💉 submission rules!

(all of these could be customized!)

₊˚♱ ━ October 1rst -- MONSTER?

🩸: your laying in bed on Halloween night. The air is cold and your bedroom is even colder. As you lure yourself asleep, you hear a ghostly sound coming from your closet!

💉: (stalker x fem!reader, stalking, dub/non-con, death threats, choking, and size kink.)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 5th — MR. SANDMAN!

🩸: your dreams are constantly plagued by a pale figure. Soon these dreams start to become a reality. Will you wake up before he catches you?

💉 : (dream-spirit x fem!reader, coercion, dub-con, overstim, dream-fucking, somnophilia.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 10th — DRACULA!

🩸: As a lonely adventurer you wander the 1800s Europeans streets looking for treasure and lost artifacts, soon you come across a castle with everything you’ve ever wanted, little do you know about the secret that lies above.

💉: (sealed! monster x fem! reader, dub- con, blood play, religious text, monsterfucking, hallucinations, happy ending(?))

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 15th — LOVE POTION.

🩸: you come back to town after a long vacation. Every person you come across has this love crazed look in their eye? You rush to return home after getting cornered by people you’ve thought were your friends? what’s gotten into everyone?!

💉: (threesomes, overstim, breeding, possessiveness, aphrodisiacs, mentions of non-con, and dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 20th — SERIAL KILLER!

🩸: An odd alert shows up on your phone? A serial killer has escaped! and it’s—? … soon you start to receive calls and messages from an unknown number. will you be the sadistic killers new victim?

💉: (knife play, dub-con to consenting, threats, mentions of murder/gore, mentions of rape.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 25th — THE CONJURING.

🩸: Series of people in your town have been found in massive murder-suicides. Some believe the small- time life finally got to them. others an otherworldly demon.

💉: (possession, mutual masturbation, monsterfucking, suicide/murder mention, dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 30th — UNDER LOCK AND KEY!

🩸: you and your friend are invited to a Halloween party! Unfortunately the two of you get lost on the way there, however an old timely couple picks you up and allows you to stay for the weekend. Everything seems to get along quite nicely, except for the screaming you hear in the basement.

💉: (mentions of incest, gang-banging, corruption, cockwarming, cannibalism, brat taming,dacraphilia, drug use)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ OCTOBER 31RST — HALLOWEEN.

—- CHOOSE YOUR KINK. + YOUR CHARACTER!

🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN

[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.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 14: Coping Mechanisms [SCP 682 X GN!Reader]

Warnings: rough/hate sex, biting, clawing and scratching, degradation, size difference mentioned, MINORS DNI

AN: I hate tumblr mobile it keeps deleting my shit so have this subpar piece of work😞

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You bite harder into his shoulder when he picks up the pace. Your teeth draw just the smallest amount of blood before the wound takes care of itself, stitching skin like nothing had ever happened to begin with. You scowl in slight disgust but it all falls away when he drives deeper inside of you.

"You're such a disgusting bastard," you growl as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist. Your eyes roll up in pleasure as he ruts deep inside of you. Your body is taking him as best as you can, but it's difficult when he insists on being so big.

You moan in pleasure when he touches you and squeezes you, his claws are digging into your skin and he scratches you deeply. You hiss before your eyes roll upwards again. "I fucking hate you," you cry out.

"Shut the fuck up," he laughs, his voice deep and commanding. The mossy-like hair that brushes over your skin is greasy and slightly slimy, like he'd been pulled out from the depths themselves. He groans lowly in your ear when he sinks his teeth into your soft skin. "Take it, take it all, you bitch," he laughs.

You moan again when he flips you and ruts harder. Now, you're pressed against the cold floor of his containment chamber. Your chest is rubbing against it, but you don't care. You press your ass into his hips by digging your knees into the floor and pushing upwards for him. You need the pleasure he's giving you, nothing more, nothing less. "You are SUCH, an asshole," you scowl.

You let out another mewl of pleasure as he ruts into you. The sound of your coupling echoes through his chamber, paired with your panting and his groaning. You needed this, you both needed this.

"You have no room to ta-"

"Gods, shut the FUCK up and finish inside of me so I can get on with my fucking day!" You cry out in exasperation as you bounce your hips backwards onto him. You want to finish so badly. Bastard's been teasing you all day, and now that you finally have him you can feel relief. Your hands attempt to claw at the floor as his rough claws decorate your hips in crimson ribbons. He towers over you, his rough, slightly slimy scales pressed against your back as he attempts to merge into you. His face that feels like burnt bone presses into your neck. For a moment, it feels like he might try to kiss you, but instead nips you.

He revels in seeing your displeasure.

"What a filthy wish," he laughs, unable to resist teasing you further.

[sixsixtwenty]

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

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

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

scp 076-2 x Reader

(fluff + smut)

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

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

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

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

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

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

(not able giving them a death stare right after)

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

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

he was. baffled. quite baffled.

"I love you."

"what?.."

"i love you Able."

"..."

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

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

oh shit his cheeks are red CODE RED-

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

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

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

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

he's considering it.

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

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

in all it's glory.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're fucking up my insides!"

"im not killing you."

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

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

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

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

it was. a very nice scenario for you.

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

he could've sworn you purred.

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

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

"you're the only one.."

[kaiyalls-momma]

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Edit: i have been informed that its not how it works (im too stupid to understand pls forgive me🙏🙏)

[proshiprodent]

Yandere! SCP 049 Headcanons

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

SFW

God does he love you.

Though you guys were both unaware at first

He thought it was just a feeling of friendliness and care

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

He then started to feel something different in him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW

ohgod-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theres no way he doesnt have a dacryphilia kink

Fucks you for hours and says its for research LMAOO

HE WILL MAKE YOU BEG I WILL DIE HERE

sorry i dont have much im so tired rn 💀

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

"Finally I have you all to me.."

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

[bunnis-monsters]

Not a request, just asking in general-

Do you/would you consider, writing for scp monsters? Or would that be too niche/specific for you? /genq

Hmm… maybe? Here I do more generic monster species instead of stuff like slenderman(not an SCP just an example) or shy guy. I’d consider that more fandom stuff I guess?

I don’t know if I’d be sexually interested or want to get into the lore. I did have an SCP special interest actually, but they’re very scary and I can’t read or watch videos too often because I’ll get paranoid.

So I guess it’s a maybe, depending on who you want me to write about. Some I’m genuinely scared of (shy guy, the old man, the fucking Christmas one that kidnaps kids and kills families)

But the undying reptile dude… I’d tap it.

No promises but if you gimme something interesting to work with maybe I’ll write it.

[eldritch-spouse]

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

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[candyyyuma]

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> Hello

> My_name_is_Candy

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REQUESTS/ASKS

What I WILL write:

Fem!Reader

GN!Reader

AFAB!reader

Yandere/toxic

Smut/Suggestive

Noncon, dubcon

Slight angst

Fluff

Headcannons, scenarios, and Alphabets

What I WON'T write:

P3d0ph1ll1a

1nc3st

Extreme gore/angst

Masc!Reader

AMAB!Reader

Foot fetish, fat fetish, scat and pee, Inflation fetish, most fetishes (sorry guys)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

♡AI boyfriends♡

AM (From "IHNMAIMS')

P03 (From "Inscryption")

Scp-079 (From the SCP Foundation)

Wheatley (From "Portal 2")

K1B0 (From "Danganronpa V3")

VY2 Yuma (VOCALOID)

KAITO (VOCALOID)

Kagamine Len (VOCALOID)

♡AI girlfriends♡

GlaDOS (From "Portal")

MEIKO (VOCALOID)

Megurine Luka (VOCALOID)

Kasane Teto (UTAU/SYNTH V)

♡Deranged monsters♡

Phen228 (the boiled one phenomenon)

Gabriel (Mandela Catalogue)

Room (Boisvert)

SCP-096 (The SCP foundation)

PLEASE feed into my Robot kink you guys 🙏

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 16: Sharing Occasionally [SCP 035 X F!Reader X SCP 049]

Warnings: Spit-roasting, praise,, oral sex MINORS DNI

AN: yeah.

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Your breath hitches when you feel SCP 049 touch your hips and pull you back harshly onto him. He groans softly, French beautifully spilling from his lips that you can't see. He feels incredible, thick and stretches you in just the right way.

From your front, the D-Class's body that 035 takes command of, grabs your face. His long, spindly fingers hook under your chin and he forces you to look up at him. His alabaster colored mask is turned into a grin and his eye-lights flicker with excitement. "Open up, love," he says as he watches you part your pretty lips for him.

You obediently swirl your tongue around his tip and feel your heart flutter in excitement when he moans in pleasure. Your eyes cutely look up at him while he pups into you from behind. Softly, you bounce back on 049, pussy squeezing him tightly to show him your pleasure.

"Such a good, good girl," 035 coos cutely. He revels in how your pretty tongue traces his veins, just the way he likes. No matter the host, he always has his specific preferences that make him happy, and luckily, you know him so so well. You smile sweetly and take him further into your mouth, moaning when 049 picks up the speed.

"Ouais," 049 mutters through a soft moan, "beautiful. Mon chaton," he purrs, almost chirping like a little bird with how pleased you handle and take him. He ruts his hips a little harder, mostly in time with 035.

"Ours," 035 teasingly corrects. "She's ours. Our perfect girl," he whispers as he kisses his palm and then presses it lovingly to the top of your head. It's an indirect kiss, something sweet, something to show that he feels very fondly for you. Love may not be the right word, but he does feel strongly for you.

You moan softly again as you suck at 035, letting both men play with your body as they see fit. A thick heat flushes over your face as they rut like animals in heat. You gush over 049's cock, pussy fluttering as you take him deeper and deeper. Your eyes futter shut and your eyes roll upwards as you hear their moans of pleasure.

You want them to spill down your throat and cum deep inside of you. You practically beg for it as you gaze into the purple lights that hover above you, your ass plopping back on 049's thighs quickly to show you desire to cum.

"What a spoiled brat," 049 teases as he presses feather like kisses down your spine, "a pretty little princess that deserves it. Hm?" He asks as he feels you bob against him and 035 harder. "Mmmm, we shan't make you wait any longer, should we?" He passes a glance towards 035 who's head is tipped back in pleasure. His tall host body shivers in excitement.

He grunts, "gonna cum down our princess's throat soon." He weaves his fingers into your hair and pulls just a bit before lovingly caressing the crown of your head. "Is that what you want, love?" He asks, his thick Greek accent sounding smoother than silk to you.

You moan and mewl around him, begging him further. You feel them pick up the pace, and your eyes roll up once more in deep pleasure. Ecstasy fills you completely.

"You're so adorable," 035 compliments as he forces his cock down your throat. "Taking me and him so well. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl."

"Our girl wants it this badly," 049 manages to moan, "who are we to deny her?"

[anomaly-hivemind]

Containment Failed ☆ SCP-49 x SCP-35 Possessed! Reader | Kinktober Day 19

Summary: D-class manages to break out scp 35 and put it on. 35 takes over, but somehow not fully. So you're forced to go over to see another scp.

Word Count: 2120

Tags: amab! Reader, gay undertones, gay sex, possession, major character death, SCP-035/SCP-049, violence, breaching containment, swearing, jokes, flirty,

“Okay D-class, step into the room.” The scientist said in a dry tone as the guards pushed them inside. Two D-class stuck in a room with a class-looking box that held a drama mask inside. The mask had a twisted frown on its motionless face, they both looked at the expression.  They couldn't take their eyes off of the mask as if it was calling them closer.  You take a step closer to the glass, and the mask starts to ooze a black liquid. The other d-class places the hand on the glass, this is a weird voice in your head.  

“Free me…” the voice purred, like a whisper and you're not the only one who hears it. 

“Free… me…”  The voice turned into a hiss and the other D-class let out a wince.  You look at the other guy,  who looks like he is going to have a nosebleed.  Before you could say anything the guy punched at the glass,  his fingers were red with blood as he kept punching the glass over and over again until it broke.  Breaking his hand in the process, you can hear the way his fingers snap. An alarm started to go off when the glass broke. The other D-class hand was covered in blood as he fished the mask out of the box with haste. 

 You sit and watch all this go down, whatever daze you were in before it was gone as the door opens and a small group of guards come inside armed and ready to shoot.  You take a step back, your back hitting the wall and you watch everything go down. 

The other d-class put the mask on their face, the mask was dripping the a new smile on its face this time. Its toothless mask mouth was open in a silent laugh.  The guards got ready to shoot but it was too late the other D-class was strangling one of the guards. You try to run off but one of the armored men points their gun at you.  

“Get the fuck back!” The guy yelled, and you put your hands up.  The other D-class managed to fight the guards, but their bodies got slower as things went on, and you're sure that the bullet holes weren’t helping.   The man who was pointing the gun at you was too busy trying to take down the other guy to notice you walking toward the broken glass shards. 

“Oh my-” your words feel flat as you look at the scene.  The masked D-class was murdering the guards despite looking like Swiss cheese. Until it was just the two of you.  The bloodied corpses on the ground, scratchings embedded into the necks, and a couple of eyes popping out of heads.   

“You trying to help a friend out,” the other d-class took some sluggish step towards you, their voice crocking as they spoke. 

“Come on, man, I could really use your body,” the distorted voice snorts, chuckles, and takes another step closer.  Your hands tightened on the glass shards causing it to trickle blood. 

“Hey now! Don't mess up the soon-to-be merchandise.” The mask cackles and places a hand on your shoulder. The skin of the guy was literally falling off his bones and you held back the urge to vomit and you barely registered what was said.    

“What?” you let out a small whisper as the masked man looked you up and down, its face oozing its liquid from the eye sockets. The body of the d-class that was once as alive as you were, was melting before your very eyes.   You let out a hiss as some viscous substance dropped on your skin, it burned but it felt more like hot grease touching you than whatever the hell was happening to the body the mask was currently inhabiting. 

The SCP seemed very giddy with the fact that you didn't seem very bothered with the liquid that was leaking. The man…thing, tackled you to the ground, your back slamming into the floor. You let out a gargled hiss as he wrapped his hand around your neck. You fight him off until you see him take off the mask, the material hitting you in the face as it falls.  The body it was inhabiting slumps on top of your body, which you quickly throw off of you. 

“What the fuck” you think to yourself as you try to process what just happened. You looked at the mask that lay on the ground with a smile on its face.  You picked it up, freezing up after you came to a stand. 

You can’t put it down, your hand locked onto the mask, and your eyes stuck in place. Your mind becomes a blank slate; you don’t even notice when your hand starts to move closer to your face. Why was this happening right now? You can’t tell. It fits snugly on your face when you put it on. It smells old, and you try to pull it off, but you can’t. You hear laughing as you try to take it off, and it is coming from yourself. 

You could feel your body move on its own, you were moving down the hall to some unknown location with some familiarity that you didn't or at least shouldn't know.  You moved to take down anyone who was in your way with ease that isn't natural.  You could feel a growing heat in your body that was like you were in a hot shower for too long.  

You were breaking other scp out of their containment and you couldn't stop. You wanted to stop, you didn't want to kill people or break other things that could also kill someone,  that was like you.  Just for a distraction to do who knows whatever this mask scp wanted.  Their blood was on your hands, some of it literally.  

“Your body is great for me.” You heard yourself say, as you stopped in front of a door.  It's just like some other scp lockups and with some help from some other scp the door comes open. 

“What are you doing here?” The SCP spoke, in a low, unnaturally smooth voice. 

“I came to see you, of course. We should run away together.” There was a long moment of silence as you looked at the SCP, who looked like an old-timey plague doctor. Your body wrapped around the other figure, and he let out a groan.

“You know that’s not going to work, right?” 49 said in a tone that couldn’t have sounded more like it involved eye-rolling. 

“When has that ever stopped you from breaking out.”  Your body shook and convulsed as if you were cold, which couldn't be less of the truth since you felt like you were burning up.

“I hate to say you have a point, but I doubt that vessel of yours will last long enough.” He looked your body up and down. You were feeling a bit fuzzy, but it was most likely because someone else was piloting your meat suit like a puppet.

“Well, this one is actually holding up fantastically; best vessel so far”  You do a couple of slutty poses for the SCP in front of you. 49 gives him a short nod and 35 countries to show you off as if you were a high-class prize. “I can show you just how intake this body is.” 

The vibes shifted as you spoke in a low tone, and you carelessly started to unzip your jumpsuit to the end of the zipper.  SCP 35 pulls your cock out of the suit and starts to jerk your cock off to bring it to life.  It was weird to not have control of your body this way; it almost made you feel like you wanted the one stroking your cock; even if it was your own hand. Your body shivers and a hiss leaves your lips. Maybe it came from the mask stuck to your face. You couldn't tell. 

You watch your cock get hard in your hand from what feels like a spectator's perspective.  SCP 49 watched all this in silence and took a small step forward. He placed a hand on your shoulder. It was cold, and you felt like something was supposed to happen.  

“It does seem like you do have a good grip on this vessel but there's something different about this one” He grabs your chin and you feel your heart stutter but you're not sure if it was of your own accord or not.

“Oh well they have a strong will as well as a strong body and they seem to be very present.” Your voice was full of pride.

“That's fascinating,”  he looked you up and down at your mostly exposed body. He traces from your chest to your groin. Your hips chase after his touch.

“And I'm sure that he can feel everything and it and it's making all this feel more intense,” 35 chucked and went back to stroking your cock and making sure to use one of the gloved hands of 49. 

It feels good, if not entirely invasive, to your consent.  You rock your hips into your hand as you stroke your cock in a quiet and inmate situation. You wish you could say something to either of them, but all you could do was yell in your mind and hope that your possessive drama mask could hear you. 

“I need you to fuck me…us, just you know what I mean,”  35 stuttered as he moved to take off the jumpsuit completely.  

“Before the party, poopers show up to ruin our fun.”  You lean on the cold table and wait expectantly. 

You jumped a bit at the feeling of 49’s gloved hands gripping your hips.  Your body was filled with a mix of dread and excitement, and your heart was beating faster as if you were sure that he was actually going to do it; neither of you seemed to think so by the way you were feeling.  A shaky moan leaves your lips when you feel the tip pushing against your tight hole. 

“I’m only doing this to shut you up for a while.” He lets out a groan as he pushes deeper into you. 

“This is the opposite thing to do when it comes to shutting me up, baby, ~” You chortled between a few, breathing heavily.  

49 doesn't answer, only deciding that he should bottom out of you, all of this feels overwhelming to you, but it was also incredibly hot, and your cock twitched for friction it doesn't have.  It wasn’t every day or ever since you'd taken something in your ass, and it made your legs tremble with the slightest movements of the other man’s hips, which were only doing shallow strokes. 

“Looks like someone enjoying themselves” 35 moves to stroke your abandoned cock slowly to match the shallow thrust of the guy behind us. 

The thrusts we’re reaching deep in your entrance. The way 49 was pounding against your prostate sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Who knew the doctor knew how to lay it down or that he could for that matter. 

“oh fuck!” you let out a whimper as you flipped over and got on your pack, and he put you in a mating press. You could feel the stretch in your hamstrings. 49 rocked into you at a medium pace. The mask moaned.  If you could, your eyes roll back as you feel his rock into you with an almost aggravated force. 

You don't think you can last any longer, and your balls tighten, and your cock throbs as you get close to cumming. 49 made hushed, reverberated groans as he moved into you. You could feel the two of you cumming hard. Your legs quaked and your asshole spasmed. Your dick bucked up and twitched as you came ropes of cum into your stomach.  

Suddenly the MFT busted into the room guns ready to fire; they froze in place as they saw what's going on. 

“Well shit, guess you're gonna die here, bud,” 35 spoke to you as he moved to hold onto 49, wanting to cuddle a little before his vessel was executed. 

Ammunition fired into your body, burning, ripping pain consuming your entire being. It was then when SCP 35 had full control of your body, all it took was you dying. The SCPs tried to fight all little before they gave up to be taken to separate containment rooms, and the repost made after it about your little intimate incident was talked about for at least a whole day before the task force had to take anesthetics.

[sixsixtwenty]

Scp 049 x Reader

NOONES POV:

It was a calm evening in the foundation more calmer than you expected really, you thought you were gonna have to do more tests with researchers doing Experiments on you.

But to your luck they didn't, they let you rest and have a nice calm evening all to yourself. But you knew you're never alone

Those damn cameras in your room always bugged you, you felt like you barely have any privacy because they wanna study you 24/7 you thought.

You were casually laying on your bed staring at the ceiling thinking of what to do, you missed your friend 049. You never knew his real name but it didn't matter to you apparently.

You really appriciate his company even though of his well. Hobby. But you just let him do what he wanted, if it'll make him happy and he doesn't attack you it's all good you thought.

You started to twiddle your fingers together deep in thought as you suddenly hear one of the chamber doors opening as you saw one of the guards entering your chamber.

"Y/N L/N, you will be visiting Scp-049 again, it was requested by the higher ups because you both seem to get along quite well and he has no intentions in 'curing' you. Now get up and follow me and don't do anything stupid."

You simply nodded got up and followed the MTF to 049's chamber, well he wasn't wrong about those statements you both did get along pretty well you think. He was all chill and calm around you.

Soon you arrived at 049's chamber along with the MTF, you can already see a researcher inside the chamber as if he was awaiting you eich he probably was.

"Ah miss L/N, you're finally here. You already maybe know why you're here, so just go inside 049's chamber and interact with him"

You sighed and nodded, you were kinda tired because you hadn't gotten too much sleep the past days those tests with other scps just took a bunch of energy out of you wich just makes you wanna plop down onto your bed and hope you can sleep

With your all will power you walked inside as the door closed behind you eich cought 049s attention and looked to you giving you a small wave and greeted you.

"Greetings my friend, how are you today?" He said in a calm voice as he laid the cutting knife down that he used on one of his patients before to perform surgery.

You ignored that and simply just replied back in a calm voice aswell keeping things cool.

"I'm doing fine 049 just a bit tired, i didn't get that much sleep lately"

He then slowly walks to you and without thinking he just quickly hugs you making you flinch and panic, his hands are deadly and kill anyone who gets touched by them.

...

Wait, you were still alive? How? You didn't even know what to say as you look over at the researcher and MTF who were behind the glass window who were observing you.

The researcher was frantically scribblings notes down all fascinated as the MTF stared at you big big eyes as they looked to each other and then back at you again

It took even 049 a second to realize that he hugged you as the quickly backed off from you and his hands back behind his as he stared at you.

He was just as surprised as everyone was as the gently took his shaking hand back and carefully touched your forehead, nothing happened.

You both realized you couldn't get hurt by his power as you just pulled him into a bone crushing hug that took 049 to a surprise as he quickly hugged you back.

You were still under a bit of shock but happyness, truth is you haven't gotten many hugs in your past and nowadays you were quite touch starved.

So just suddenly getting and giving a hug just pulls out all your happyness knowing you're finally in someones arms again.

As you felt 049 hugging you tighter your face felt wet, you came to the thought it was tears but your eyes were dry. And then you realized. Those tears weren't yours but 049's

You quickly looked up at his mask where his eyes are exposed as you can see faint tear drops falling and trailing down his mask as more tears are forming at his eyes.

"049?! W-why are you crying? Are you okay? Did i do something wrong?"

"N-no my dear. I'm just so happy you didn't die.. and that. That i can give you the hug i wanted to give you before!"

You were in awe seeing him in happy tears after that nuztling into his neck as the puts his bird mask beak on your head simply just resting there.

"You're Amazing Y/N, you're quite the smart woman and you can't let yourself be stepped over just by some researchers. You're worth more my friend and i am willing to help you by protecting you and being there for you."

049 says to you still with a bit of tears in his eyes

"I-id like that 049. I'd like that." You reply with a warm smile still being a bit worried for your friend. But you knew he was somewhat fine.

In the end you both stayed there in a hug until the MTF had to pull you away until you meet again.

[wolveria]

The Raven’s Hymn - Ch 18

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

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

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

Chapter Summary: “What are you doing?”

AO3

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

It finally spoke.

“They have mistreated you.”

“They did tests,” was all you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We shall see.”

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

You swallowed.

“What are you doing?”

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

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

Probably.

“…Go ahead.”

“Excellent.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I hurt you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The SCP bowed its head the smallest amount.

“Thank you. I will be gentle.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” you squeezed out. “No pain.”

“Hmm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You may continue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm. And what do you think?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, it was too late for regrets now.

“You don’t mind if I use the bed?”

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

And there were those funny, distracting images again.

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

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

“You are most welcome, assistant.”

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

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

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

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

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