#scp-049 is confused

[aster-blast3r]

Hey there, Arctic_Shard here ( stuck using anon because I'm a sideblog ) sending Asks to random SCP tumblrs to get to know you all better and/or find new article reccs.

So I'm asking what SCP article has stuck with you. Not necessarily your favourite, I don't care if it's 'good' or not, just what article made an impression on you.

Sorry it took so long to respond, but thanks for the ask!

scp 6113 really stuck with me because c'mon its a trans lake and I'm trans but also because I loved the whole thing with 6113-3. Wish that lake was real 😔. I also love all Alagadda related stuff but I can't remember for the life of me any articles about it, sorry man.

[novembersgalaxy1960]

Me: Hey Saku! Say hi to them!

Sakura:.....?

Sakura: Who am I looking at?

[ijumpbridges]

Cafeteria incident 🐝

Ft. Scp 035, Scp 049, Scp 073, Scp 076, Scp 682, (Dr Bright Removed), Dr Clef, Dr Kondraki.

Plot: Reader causes an incident in the cafeteria. The reader brings a backpack at the cafeteria, everyone notice this, a strange thing that happens is your backpack seem to be vibrating. It was really suspicious to the point your boss came and demanded you to open your bag. Even if you protested you open it anyway, and that's when everyone around knew this was a huge mistake, a bunch of bees came out of your backpack you look at your boss with a dead stared while everyone scream and run out.

035:

He is afraid of bees

It took her time to realized what just happened you bringing a bag full of bees

He yeets his ass out probably screaming causing a contaiment breach

He is a drama queen so you can imagine what he will say when see you

He will lecture you in the most dramatic way

From the inside he is glad that you are okey but angry for the fuckery you had done

He will say he is hurt even if he is completely fine

Since he is now out of the cafeteria he tried to escape the facility again

Obviously failling

He is now more afraid of you with a backpad than anything beside of bees

He could take advantage of this and also breach with 049

049:

Oh boy he will take advantage of this to 'cure' people.

He seems calm but he is screaming in the inside

He also will be on the loose maybe with 035

Seeing people with bee bruises will make him want to 'cure' them

When he finds out you where the one who was behind them will also lecture you really bad

If he see you with a backpack again he will definitely take it from you

He will ask you if you are okey amd you need to say yes unless if you want to be a 049-2

Thanking god everyday that 049-j was not in the cafeteria in the moment that happen

He will still lecture you for a whole week

He is also glad that you are okey

But will not forget this and out an eye on you

073:

Another bitch who will run for his life just trying not to be afraid

Bess could be really confuse when they try to sting him because of his anomalous effect

He still feel the pain

He has more than 7000000000000000000 questions to asks you for doing that

He might had scream or maybe internally scream

He will search for you and lecture you

He will ask you where did you found those bees

I will take you to the nurse if you get hurt

On the way the two of you going to the nurse he will hold your hand

He will secretly find a possibly excuse for you to use which fails to do

He knows damn well that you are going to be in trouble

076:

He is confused at first

He starts moving around a lot trying to get away from them triggering them

One of the first person who got sting by a bee

He had killed several bees and flee the scene

He will wait for you but not tell you that

Seceretly he is worry since you will be yell at for bringing a bag full of bees

Also wonders where did you find them

He would be sad if he finds out that he won't be able to bath kitten with you, though will never said it.

682:

He is not affraid of bees

But those wonder how the hell did you bring those

He gets also stings by the bees, but doesn't might

He wonder how did you find those bees, but never asks.

He will try to help you to not get stings from the bees but if he fails he is not going to try

He thinks you did something really stupid

He will breach contaiment with you

If he sees 053 or the young girl she might join

079 will also join this adventure

Though would ask several questions about you

You were recontain with the others

There is a high change that they are going to separate you from him

Dr. Clef:

If you see him smiling that's a scan in real life

If is not afraid of bees but he dislikes them

He yeets his ass with you while looking at you with a smile

He really wants to laugh amd cry at the same thing

Since he is your boss you at least your punishment won't be so bad

Kondraki will ask him

If a horse wasn't enough imagine maybe 682 is

682 crush his arm and his neck

H̶o̶w̶ i̶s̶ h̶e̶ s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ a̶l̶i̶v̶e̶?

He will on purpose get you involve "If i fall im taking you with me"

You two got hospitalized beacuse ypu got horrible stings and clef got injuries

Dr. Kondraki:

He looks at you with a face of 'What is wrong with you'

He grabs you and yeets his ass with you

He tries to use his camera to make his way out which it makes it worse

He will lecture you like a mama hen

"yOu ThInK tHiS iS fUnNy!?"

He will aslo get stings because of triggering the bees with the camera

He might use the helo of Clef abd brigt to stop the bees making it worse

We got a horse now we can cosplay texas but kondraki will ride 682

He felt, like horrible felt from 682

He felt above you and broke your elbow and you broke his leg

Now you two help each other to get back to work

Dr. Glass:

He is probably screaming.

He will help the others to get them out including you.

He will get stings, poor babyboy.

If he finds out that three asshole group (coof coof bright, clef, kondraki) are together will go crazy.

When he realizes that theres is a massive breach he will take you to a safe zone or send an MTF to take you out even if you refuse.

He was attack by others scp thank god you were there to save him wo you two team up.

After the team up you two got weapons and aim for the scp and bees.

You both end it up in the nurse's offices.

He will still lecture you.

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #005

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: Male OC x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, whump, nightmares, hurt/comfort, age difference, vaginal sex

AO3

You balanced the cardboard cup holder on one hand as you swiped your keycard with the other. The observation room door slid open, and what followed was a confused yelp and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

Entering the room, you expertly stepped over the obstacle in your way, placing the cupholder on the desk and giving Kenneth a moment to recover his dignity.

“Still can’t sleep?” You set the two cups of coffee on the surface far away from the delicate equipment.

A groan was your answer, and Kenneth slid into the chair beside you, rubbing his shoulder with a wince. He was a mess, his copper hair coming out of the ponytail at the back of his neck, the bags under his eyes heavy and dark, and his freckled skin was paler than usual.

“Ah, thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” he said, grabbing one of the cups and then almost dropping it immediately before you could warn him it was still hot. “And no. Not yet.”

Any other day would earn a scolding for him falling asleep in the observation room. With some SCPs, you could get away with it, either because they didn’t require much attention, or they were harmless.

Your assigned charge was neither of those things. You glanced through the one-way mirror at the room beyond. Nothing had changed within it, the pedestal was clean and intact, and the porcelain mask remained inert.

Regardless, SCP-035 was not an anomaly to be taken lightly, and it was known to ensnare personnel who let their guard down, even for a moment.

You rubbed your finger against the side of your cup, waiting for it to cool.

“Maybe you should take a nap.” You tried to sound gentle, not judgmental, but you weren’t exactly practiced.

“What? N-no! It’s not safe.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Not here. Take the day off, go to your quarters and get some rest.”

“I meant, it wouldn’t be safe for you.”

You raised a brow, and his terrified deer look was replaced with a blush.

“Being here, alone. It wouldn’t be safe for anybody. I’m fine, I’m not that tired.”

It was a lie and you both knew it, but it was… kind of sweet. Even though Kenneth was freaked out by 035 far more than you were, he still got antsy whenever he found you early on a shift inside the observation room alone.

You didn’t know why it made him so anxious. 035 never did anything interesting while you were there. Of course, that was part of the danger with the mask SCP, by the time you noticed it had done anything to you, it was far too late. That’s why observation rotations with 035 were much shorter than other anomalies, and bi-weekly psychiatric evaluations were mandatory.

Kenneth was wrong, he was that tired, and he needed rest more than you needed a second person, but you didn’t argue the point. You enjoyed his company, and maybe that was selfish of you, but he was the one volunteering to stay.

Still, you were… concerned. Restless nights happened to everyone, it was the nature of the work, but Kenneth’s bout of insomnia wasn’t normal for him. And it had started as soon as you both began observation duty with 035.

As you filled out the logs and looked over the previous rotation’s reports, you planned your approach. You considered prodding about his last psych eval, but asking a coworker “hey, how crazy were you on your last test?” was considered poor form.

“You know…” you tried for the tactful approach, “if you need to pull off rotation early, no one will judge you.”

Kenneth stared as if you’d suggested he kiss 049, with tongue.

“Uh, what? Why would I do that?”

You sighed. So much for the subtle approach.

“Because you’re not sleeping, you’re not eating, and frankly, you look like shit.”

A small grin burst through his tired features, and for a moment he looked like his old self again.

“You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’ll sleep eventually,” he said, and that flippant statement did nothing to ease your worry. “I’ll stop at the med station and pick up some sleeping pills if it gets worse.”

You said nothing and sipped your coffee.

You didn’t know what woke you. Your room was perfectly dark, and when you touched the personal tablet at your bedside the time showed as just past midnight. Sleep nagged at you, but the fullness of your bladder made you get out of bed in defeat.

Once you were finished in the attached washroom, you checked your door, still locked. No one had attempted to enter your quarters, but someone might have knocked. There weren’t any messages on your tablet, but something still prickled at you.

Putting on a pair of slippers, you peeked your head outside the door to find the hall empty. Other doors lined the residential wing, all leading to their own individual quarters, the ones currently unoccupied belonging to those working the night shift.

On a whim, you left your room and headed in the direction of someone else’s quarters. After two right turns, you came to the correct hallway and rounded the corner.

You came to a stop, your slippers skidding at the lack of traction.

“Kenneth?”

His back was to you so you couldn’t see his face. Something about his posture set off warning sirens in your head, and it certainly wasn’t normal to find him in the corridor in the middle of the night wearing green plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt.

“Kenneth?” you tried again, quieter this time. Was he sleepwalking? You drew closer, and the hairs on the back of your nape stood straight as you rounded him. His expression was vacant.

Hoping he wasn’t prone to getting violent in his sleep—he might have been lanky, but you didn’t want to test how hard he could punch—you carefully reached out, your hand hovering above his shoulder.

You set your hand down carefully on his shirt, but he didn’t blink. Frowning, you let him go and reached higher, planning a gentle jab against his cheek.

Your fingertips touched his skin. He flinched back with a scream.

“Kenneth!” you hissed through your teeth, because he was definitely awake now, staring at you with wide eyes as he sucked air into his lungs. He looked half-mad, which was exactly why you didn’t want anyone stumbling across Kenneth making a scene. Sleepwalking and screaming was a good way to get taken off rotation and dosed with amnestics.

He was lucid now, and unfortunately on the verge of hyperventilating, sweat trickling down his temples as his hollowed eyes looked even more sunken.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway. Kenneth followed with a surprising lack of resistance, even when you pulled him into your room and locked the door behind him.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” You didn’t give him the chance to speak first, though by his dazed expression as he glanced around your room it was safe to say he wouldn’t have anything intelligible to say. “Sleepwalking? Night terrors? What else is going on with you?”

His attention snapped to your face, clear panic on his.

“N-nothing!” A pause. “I was sleepwalking?”

“I found you out in the hallway, so unless someone put you there, yes!”

You took in a deep breath and rubbed the middle point of your forehead. Yelling at him wouldn’t help, and sadly, it didn’t make you feel better.

“You have to tell someone.”

“No.”

You looked up. It was the first time he’d sounded sure about anything, and at your scrutiny, he immediately dropped his gaze.

“You know what would happen,” he said quietly.

You did, or at least, there were the rumors. And you liked Kenneth. You didn’t know if he could be considered a friend, but he was more tolerable than anyone else you worked with.

“Fine. We keep this between us. Are you good to sleep again?”

His visible relief at the first part of your statement was wiped out by the second half, and his eyes returned to their previous look of dejected terror.

“I… I can’t go back there. To my room. I just… can’t.”

“Then don’t.”

You left him at the door and took of your slippers, placing them at the foot of the bed before sitting on the mattress. He still stood there looking like a lost puppy, so you took pity on him. He was so easy to mess with it almost wasn’t fun.

“Don’t go back to your room. Sleep here.”

He made a choked noise, which you ignored as you got under the covers.

“Turn off the lights when you’re done.”

“…What?”

“I can’t sleep with them on.”

“No, I mean, you… want me to sleep here?”

“I wouldn’t have made the offer if I didn’t mean it.”

When he didn’t move or make a sound, you sighed and sat up, leaning against the headboard. He stared at you with a mixture of horror and surprise, as if you were offering to torture him instead.

“I can set my door lock so that it won’t open without my passcode, which I’ll give to you. That way, you can only open it while you’re awake. No more nocturnal-wandering the hallways, and maybe you’ll get some actual sleep so you can stop looking like death.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I can only cover for you so long before someone figures out you’re having sleep disturbances. And… maybe not being alone will help.”

Kenneth looked a little less horrified but still just as apprehensive, though his face softened a bit.

“And you would do that? For me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Hadn’t you established that? Why did he still look so tense? He was the one who would have your private passcode to come and go as he pleased.

He chewed his bottom lip, glancing once around the room before settling on you.

“What if I wake you?”

“Then you wake me.”

“Okay, well, what if I get violent in my sleep?”

“Then I hit back.”

You smiled, just a little, and some of the tension left his posture as he sheepishly returned the gesture. He was almost cute when he didn’t look like he was on the edge of a mental breakdown. Okay, maybe even then too, but no one would drag that information out of you even if they used SCP-645.

“Okay, but…” He fidgeted. “What if someone sees me entering your room?”

“They’ll think we’re having sex.”

Kenneth’s face went so red so fast it was actually impressive, and a little concerning.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I don’t care what anyone thinks.” You shrugged. “I just care if it helps. It’s no one’s business, anyway.”

His cheeks still burned, but he stopped looking like he was going to run out the door. He chewed his lip again, a nervous habit you were beginning to notice, but there was something decisive in his face.

“If you really don’t mind…”

“I don’t.”

He blew out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m just gonna… grab some of my stuff then. If that’s okay.”

“It’s fine.” You also gave him the passcode, and added, “You can use it to go in and out, no need to knock. I’ll probably be in bed by the time you get back.”

“Great, yeah. Okay.”

You simply watched him with raised brows as he finally shuffled out, and you smirked after he left. The poor guy was such a target, it was going to take a conscious effort not to tease him. Needlessly, anyway.

You laid down and planned to be on your way to asleep by the time he returned, figuring he’d take his time and possibly stall. But he came back surprisingly fast, only a few minutes after he walked out the door.

Your back was to him so you couldn’t see, but you could hear him move about the room, unzipping what sounded like a bag before moving quietly into the bathroom. The idea of having a temporary roommate would have been hell in nearly any other circumstance, but the idea didn’t feel terrible with Kenneth. With how timid he could be, somehow able to shrink his presence despite being so tall, it would probably feel more like sharing space with a mouse than a man.

You’d almost fallen back asleep by the time the mattress dipped behind you. For a bewildering moment, you’d forgotten Kenneth was there, wondering who the hell would be getting into bed with you.

He’d turned off the overhead light when he got situated, and the darkness of your bedroom was heavy with silence.

“Comfy?” you asked.

“Uh-huh.” He sounded stiff enough that he would snap in half. You snorted and closed your eyes.

“Night, Kenneth.”

“G… goodnight, Reid.”

By the time you woke up, Kenneth was gone. You would have suspected last night was just a weird dream and he hadn’t been there to begin with if you hadn’t spotted the bag next to the bed. Also, his side of the bed was neatly made, where you tended to just throw the covers back in place in a haphazard pile.

Finding no sign of him in the cafeteria either, you grabbed a couple of bagels and cups of coffee. You knew where he would be, and you weren’t disappointed to find him in 035’s observation room.

Or rather, you were disappointed, though you couldn’t pinpoint why.

Kenneth nearly jerked out of his seat when the door opened, and you stepped through.

“I’m cutting you off,” you said, placing the coffee and bagel next to him.

“Oh, no, please don’t.” He sounded sincerely distressed as he wrapped his fingers around the cup, savoring its warmth. “I would die.”

“Then perish.”

He snorted as you sat down beside him.

“I keep forgetting you’re an old Millennial. That meme is, like, from the last decade.”

“Call me old again and you’ll really feel the last decade.”

Kenneth laughed and then dived into his bagel. It had been a while since you’d seen him with an appetite.

You took another drink of coffee and pretended to sort through the observation logs, keeping your voice intentionally light.

“So. You sleep okay?”

He paused in his bagel chewing long enough for you to worry he was going to choke on it.

“I, uh… yeah, actually. I did.”

“Good.”

Trying not to appear too pleased, you focused on your actual work, though you found yourself distracted that day more than most. Ever since you’d noticed Kenneth’s disturbed sleep patterns, you’d kept an eye on him to the point where it became routine. Observe the SCP, observe your sleep-deprived coworker, and see which would yield the more interesting result.

You were aware enough to know that was a little weird, but it was a hard urge to fight. Kenneth was prone to being easily startled, like there was a prey animal living under his skin, and you still didn’t know how he’d managed to end up at the Foundation. It generally took a more aggressive personality to literally survive the job.

Maybe you did feel a little protective. So what?

The workdays were less awkward than you thought they would be, though the nights held their own kind of tension. Maybe Kenneth’s nervousness was rubbing off on you, but at least he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Even you slept like the dead until your alarm went off, and each time you woke to find Kenneth already gone.

The facility ran on a 24-hour schedule, with someone always on duty during night and weekend shifts. But as part of the research team, you and Kenneth had a more traditional schedule, and you were looking forward to your weekend.

And then the thought hit you. What were you going to do this weekend? Usually, you caught up on shows or devoured as much reading as you could, but with Kenneth there… Were you supposed to hang out with him? Or would he go off and entertain himself? Come to think of it, outside of your workdays, you didn’t see him much and had no idea what he did on his off time.

Your anxiety over the looming weekend kept you up Friday night, and it was why when Kenneth’s nightmare started, you were awake for it.

You sat up and stared down at him, the glow of the digital clock on your nightstand enough for you to see by. Kenneth trembled, breathing too fast, and his eyes were shut tight as if trying to block out what he saw.

“Kenneth.”

He didn’t respond.

“Kenneth,” you hissed louder. “Wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”

His twitching worsened and a small whimper squeezed out of him.

Shit. You scooted closer, one hand hovering over him.

“If you hit me, I swear to God, you’ll be doing the coffee runs for the rest of your life.”

He was insensate to your threats, so you lowered your hand and very carefully placed it on the side of his neck. You remembered how touching him over his shirt hadn’t done anything, but skin contact had.

The trembling immediately stopped. He still had his eyes wrenched closed and he was breathing too fast, but at least he was no longer shaking.

Another scared noise left him, and you let out your own defeated breath. This was either going to go extremely poorly and you’d be embarrassed, or it would help, and you’d still be embarrassed.

Moving your hand to his shoulder, you gently rolled him toward you on his side. He moved easily with your effort; surprising, because you thought he would fight it. You scooted a little bit closer and higher up on your pillow, making it easier to slot you together.

All you’d wanted to do was move him close enough that you could wrap an arm around him and ease the nightmares. But as soon as your chests touched, Kenneth wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, buried his face in your neck, and held you tight. You couldn’t move.

Fuck.

You didn’t move, eyes wide in the dark as he held you like his own personal teddy bear. It took every brain cell you had just to keep breathing normally and not whack him off of you.

It was startling, and weird, and he was way too close, but it was also kind of… nice. Warm. He was surprisingly soft for being all arms and legs.

His hold on you was also one you couldn’t wiggle out of, so you didn’t try to escape. You were tired, and he wasn’t making any more sad puppy dog noises, so you took the victory. And tried not to think about how you were going to explain this in the morning.

When you woke up, your first thought was one of vague confusion. Even before you opened your eyes you knew Kenneth was there. It was the first morning he hadn’t vanished before you woke up, and you knew that, because he still had a hold around your waist.

He was also rigid, like someone had the muzzle of a gun shoved into his back.

Ignoring his terror, you stretched a tiny bit, enough to ease your muscles but not dislodge him, and then relaxed against the pillow. You even propped your chin on top of his head.

“Uh,” he said. Okay, maybe you were enjoying his torment a little too much.

“Morning,” you mumbled, your eyelids heavy with sleep as you were tempted to slip back into a doze.

“You’re… awake.”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re… uh…”

He floundered, uneven to even begin to address the strange situation. You sighed through your nose.

“You had a nightmare. I tried to move you closer. You turned into a Velcro monkey.”

The noise he made was an impressive mixture of choked horror and surprised snort.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“It’s, uh…” He leaned up to look past you. “Half past seven.”

“Mmm. Go back to sleep.”

“Go back to… sleep…”

“It’s too early.”

His baffled silence stretched on and on.

“What?” you finally asked.

“You…” He audibly swallowed. “Don’t mind… this?”

“No. Do you?”

Okay, this was a little too relaxed, even for you, but you wanted to go back to sleep and Kenneth was unfairly warm.

“I… n-no. No, I don’t mind.”

The noise you made was unconvinced, but he didn’t move away so that was something. But he was still so damn stiff.

After a few moments of restless silence, he said, “But this is weird, right?”

“You’re makingit weird.”

He laughed, and you didn’t know if it was from your response or how cranky it sounded.

“Sorry, sorry.”

And then he pulled in close, tucking his face close to your neck, and—oh, that was nice. You closed your eyes again, and if your arm tightened around his shoulder, well, you were both too polite to say.

He had another nightmare the following night.

You don’t know why this one caught you off-guard. Maybe because the weekend had been going surprisingly well. It turned out you both were reclusive introverts, not wanting to go out when you could simply stay in. It wasn’t much different than your usual weekend, except this time when you started up a movie, you had someone to watch it with.

You were growing more comfortable around Kenneth, which was perhaps why when he woke you up with his violent shaking and startled cries, you didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm over his torso and lean your head on his chest.

Like the first time, the shaking immediately stopped. His heart raced fast against your ear, and you listened as it gradually slowed into a calmer rhythm, and the regular pattern lulled you back to sleep.

And for a second time in a row, when you woke up, Kenneth was still there. He was awake and awkwardly stiff, but when you stretched and stayed where you were, bidding him good morning, he relaxed. A little. His heart still tamped out a fast beat against your ear, and you wondered if he’d had another nightmare.

The nightmares, which had been practically absent for the first few days, erupted with a kind of vindictive violence, as if angered they weren’t allowed to play out. It was becoming so routine that you barely woke, only enough to roll over and set your head on his chest, or when he was turned away from you, wrap your arm around his waist and lean against his back.

You’d rather have teeth pulled than admit you liked when you got to do that. He was like your own personal heater, and maybe it was your imagination, but he seemed to relax in proportion to how much physical contact you had.

And then of course, you’d wake up in the morning and Kenneth would still be there, frozen like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf. You would almost think he dreaded waking up like that from how he acted, but the times you pulled away first, you could have sworn he moved toward you.

Most likely, he just missed the warmth. The damn facility was kept cold, even the living quarters, and you hadn’t realized how uncomfortable it was until there was someone else’s body heat to chase away the chill.

Unspoken but somehow agreed upon, you both started preemptively subverting the nightmares ahead of time. You wouldn’t call it cuddling, it was more of… close proximity sleeping that might involve a limb or two being fastened to the other person.

It was strategic. Anticipatory. Definitely nothing to get excited over.

Until one night you woke up, startled and breathing too far, the lingering horror of hands holding you and pulling you under so real you could still feel it. And then you realized you could feel a pair of arms around you.

You tensed, about to throw your elbow backwards, but Kenneth’s voice stopped you.

“You were having a nightmare. So I…”

Ah. You relaxed, though your heart still thudded too fast and refused to slow down.

“Was it…”

He trailed off, and you encouraged him with a noise. You didn’t trust yourself to speak yet.

“Was it about any particular SCP?”

You shook your head, forgetting he couldn’t see it in the dark.

“Nothing that specific. Just a sort of… vague dread. Like something has me trapped and I can’t escape.”

He hummed in understanding. There was something that everyone experienced at one time or another. An oppressive, horrific knowledge that Foundation staff rarely ever reached retirement age. At least, not with their body and mind intact.

You didn’t look into these nightmares any deeper than that, and by the time the morning came around, you were too focused on actual horrors to worry about imaginary ones.

“What do you dream about?”

He went stiff at your sudden question, and you didn’t expect a response, so you were surprised when you got one.

“…035.”

You could have guessed that, but the confirmation caused your chest to ache.

Kenneth started to move away, but you grabbed his hand and moved it back around your waist. He didn’t say anything, and neither did you. He understood. It was unspoken.

The next time you woke up, you didn’t move, too comfortable with Kenneth’s weight against your back and his arm heavy around you.

It was… different from when you held him. When you did it, it was comfortable and soothing, like hugging a giant stuffed animal that sometimes moved and snored a little. But when he held you like this, curled around you like he was trying to meld you together, it was distracting. A restlessness took hold of your body, your skin felt too hot, and it was difficult to remain still.

Which was why you failed at it, shifting in place as if that could make you more comfortable. It was a mistake. Your hips moved back too far, and something hard pressed against your ass. Kenneth let out a quiet breath, but he otherwise didn’t move, still asleep.

Now you understood why he froze whenever you embraced him like this. You couldn’t move, your muscles locked into place. You should leave, get out of bed and let him sleep and stay ignorant to this embarrassment. He didn’t mean it, anyway. It was a natural response, and he wasn’t even conscious.

But you didn’t move. Your heart raced, and you listened to the even pace of his breathing with barely a breath of your own.

And then his hips shifted again, pressed harder against your ass, and you forgot how to breathe. Kenneth nosed against your hair as if to get more comfortable, but then he went very, very still.

By how carefully you weren’t moving, he knew you were awake. He tried to back away, and like the night before, you grabbed onto his hand. He froze.

Delicately, as if you were defusing a bomb, you pulled his hand back and placed it over your stomach. He didn’t resist, but he didn’t ease up from his anxious tension either.

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. He was your coworker, maybe even your friend. You were taking advantage. It wasn’t right.

You took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, sliding upward until you pressed his hand against your breast.

He sucked in a breath, a small tremble racking through him, and then his thumb grazed over your nipple, hard and sensitive. He groaned and molded himself against your back, his face pressed into the crook of your neck.

Encouraged, you arched your back, and he didn’t hesitate to grind against your ass. His response surprised you, enthusiastic where you thought he was going to run away. You would have let him, even knowing you had just ruined your friendship and working relationship, but that hadn’t happened. You let go of his hand, and he kept it right where you left it, his fingers toying with your nipple.

You ached. Days of tension building inside you that you couldn’t ignore or make go away, even in the shower with your hand between your legs.

You rolled onto your back, and with a light tug you guided him to lay on top of you, hardly having to pull at all. He eased himself between your legs, but he moved his hand to hold your waist, as if nervous to touch you without your direct intervention.

The overhead lights were dim and pale, simulating the early sunlight, and you could make out his features. Color suffused high on his cheekbones, his long red hair messy, and his eyes were dark in what could easily be arousal or fear. Perhaps a mixture of both, knowing him.

Kenneth had moments where he was kind of cute. Adorable, even. And there were moments, rarely glimpsed when he let himself be vulnerable, where he was pretty. Unfairly pretty.

And there were moments where you would look over and see him chatting to other facility members. Researchers, security personnel, janitorial staff, it didn’t seem to matter, he would talk to anyone. His eyes would light up, his actions animated, and he was pretty. A stab of jealousy would shoot through you at whoever was being given that warm, sunny attention, until you turned away and went somewhere else.

That same possessive need, the feelings you were so careful to bury deep where it couldn’t find nourishment and take root, clawed its way to the surface and growled its demands.

You cradled the back of his head, weaving your fingers into his hair, and pulled him down.

You kissed him, lips meeting in a heated hunger from your side, and a surprised stiffness from his. You let him pull away, reining in your own need so you didn’t devour him. It was a close thing.

“Sorry,” you whispered, though you weren’t really. “I shouldn’t have—”

But he shook his head and didn’t retreat further, his breath trembling but his weight on you solid.

“Are you sure?” he asked, wincing, as if he was the one taking advantage. “I don’t want you to… I mean, if you’re not sure, then—”

He didn’t get out the rest of his words, either; you took his hand and slipped it under the waistband of your sleep pants and underwear, pushing his fingers between your legs. You were soaked and coated his fingers immediately.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, and without your prompting curled his fingers, as if seeking out your slick heat of their own volition. “I… Reid…”

You pulled him down and kissed him again, and his hesitation melted away along with his resistance. As his fingers prodded your entrance, you pulled off your shirt, having to break the kiss to yank it over your head.

Kenneth immediately took advantage of the new angle and buried his face in your neck, latching onto the skin as he sucked and licked. You tried to tug off your pants and underwear, but when his thumb found your clit and pressed down at the same time he slid two fingers inside, you immediately forgot what you were doing.

Kenneth didn’t, and he tugged off the rest of your clothes with one hand while the other slowly pumped in and out of you. It was tortuously gentle, and you growled and pulled off his shirt with frustrated impatience.

He smirked against your throat, the little shit, but at least you wiped it off his face when you reached under his waistband. You grabbed him, firm and tight, and he groaned as his cock involuntarily twitched in your hand.

“Pants off,” you huffed in his ear. With him lying on top of you, you couldn’t get him out past his waistband.

“No… foreplay?” His question was a breathless laugh, cut off by another groan as you squeezed.

“Later,” you said and purposefully didn’t think about the implications of a later. “I need you to fuck me, now.”

Kenneth made a choking sound, but he was quick to obey, pulling off his pj pants and boxers in a hurry.

Impatient, you wrapped your legs around his waist and tilted your hips upward, at the same time guiding his cock at your entrance. You didn’t care that his fingers were still inside you and technically in the way. He would either have to move them, or you would have to take all of it inside you, because you weren’t waiting.

“Jesus Christ, Reid.” He barely moved his fingers in time as you notched him against your entrance, and then all his protests vanished as he pushed into your tight heat.

Kenneth tried to take it slow, but you dug your heels into the backs of his thighs, and he swore again as you swallowed up every inch of him. You should have paid better attention, because you couldn’t tell if he was just thick, long, or both, because there was a lot of him.

You finally breathed when he pushed all the way inside, though it felt like you couldn’t take a full lungful.

“S-slow down,” Kenneth stuttered as you ground yourself against him. You forced yourself still for his sake, knowing if he came now he’d probably die from embarrassment.

You wouldn’t mind. His noises and reactions would be worth it, and you were confident you could get him hard again with minimal effort. With how high-strung he was, it wouldn’t take much.

Letting him take a moment, you stroked the back of his head, letting your fingertips lightly scratch against his scalp. Kenneth groaned and shuddered, and maybe it would have been nicer to leave him alone while he regained his composure, but you weren’t feeling nice.

You leaned up and nuzzled into his neck, dragging your lips against his skin until you stopped in one place and sucked, hard.

He trembled and his hips stuttered involuntarily. You smirked and made sure to suck where he couldn’t hide it underneath his shirt collar.

“Reid.”

Your name came out as a whine, pleading for mercy, so you sucked harder, making sure to squeeze his hips between your thighs.

He shuddered again and finally gave up on the idea that you’d give him a moment to breathe. His hips moved in shaky, aborted movements, as if he was trying to fight himself as well as you.

With a movement far more coordinated than you thought it would be considering how much taller he was, you rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips, making sure he was still deep inside you. The pillows had scattered, and you had him flat on his back, his eyes large and startled.

But you were almost gentle as you kissed him, though it was more of a tease, your lips dragging across his in languid taunt.

Finally, he showed some lack of restraint, forcing the kiss deeper, his hips pushing upward in frustration. Unable to wait any longer, you gave him what he wanted, rolling your hips and grinding down on him with deep, decisive friction.

Kenneth gasped for air, breaking from the kiss he started, but you couldn’t keep your mouth off him. Your lips and teeth were at his neck, alternating between brief kisses and nipping bites, and Kenneth kept repeating, “fuck, fuck,” in a breathy mantra.

You ground down harder, chasing the pleasure that was slowly uncurling deep in your abdomen, and Kenneth must have felt it because he tried to thrust upward. He couldn’t move far, but the combination of sensations kept building the high at a slow, tortuous pace.

But it did build, each thrust its own molten pleasure, as if it was one long simmering orgasm. You might have said something, a nonsensical smattering of words that might have been you telling Kenneth how good he was.

He whined at whatever it was you said, and then he gave a small, begging, “Please.”

You latched your teeth on the crook of his neck, and his startled cry pushed you over the edge. You clenched around him hard and let go of the bite, propping yourself up so you could ride him through the last spasming waves. It seemed to never end, every inch of your skin prickled with pleasure, and when you finally opened your eyes you were surprised to find Kenneth watching you, his eyes dark and teeth clenched in effort.

It was almost sweet, Kenneth holding back so your orgasm could last longer. But you didn’t want sweet, you wanted to watch as he lost control. You sat up all the way, leaned your hands against his chest, and rode him hard.

With the way he rolled and bucked under you, it really was like riding, and you held on with digging nails and clenched thighs. The sound of him fucking up into you was sloppy and obscene, and impossibly, you felt another orgasm on the horizon.

Your brain shrouded and not thinking clearly, you took one of his hands and shoved it where your hips met, but you couldn’t get the right angle. Kenneth understood what you were trying to do, and he held your hip tight as he pressed circles into your clit.

You choked down your own whine, losing your rhythm as you started to clench tight, and Kenneth’s voice was strained and hoarse.

“I’m gonna--… you gotta get off me before I—"

“No.”

You ground down on him, purposefully, intentionally.

“Come inside me.”

He cursed and fucked up into you like he was going to die if he didn’t, and you screamed through your teeth as the pleasure shot through you like a thunderbolt.

You were distantly aware of your own body after that, too lost in the deluge of sensation and heat, but you could feel the distant throbbing between your legs that wasn’t yours.

Trying to catch your breath, and suddenly too self-conscious to meet his eye, you laid on top of him and rested your cheek against his shoulder. The bite hadn’t broken skin, but you could already see the bruised indent from your teeth.

Kenneth was the one to speak first, his voice catching, and he cleared it before continuing.

“I… I shouldn’t have done that.”

Something cold and unpleasant filled your stomach, even as the rest of you was warm and relaxed.

“Which part?”

“The, uh… coming inside you.”

The cold dread thawed a little.

“I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”

“Oh, that’s… that’s good.”

“But the rest of it?”

When he didn’t answer for several seconds, you started to move away. You should have done so already, it wasn’t as if he wanted you just lying on top of him. You weren’t lovers or partners or—

You moved off of his lap, wincing as his cock slid out of you, and that’s about as far as you got. Kenneth caught your waist and pulled you back down, tucking you against his side as he turned toward you.

You didn’t mean to freeze up, awkward and unsure as he kept his arms wrapped around you.

“I should… get us something to clean up with.”

He blew air out of his mouth, like he was laughing.

“Seriously, Reid? Can you relax, for like, two seconds.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“I’m not the one who—”

His lips were on yours, stealing a kiss and your breath. You weren’t as annoyed as you could have been, but you sent him a dirty look when he broke away. He grinned like a cat who’d gotten in the milk.

“You’re not allowed to win arguments that way,” you said.

“But I would win them.”

Your gaze narrowed and his smile brightened.

Settling back against his side, you were just starting to relax when he went and ruined it.

“So… we should probably talk.”

You groaned.

“We really don’t have to.”

“Don’t we?”

You closed your eyes and considered ignoring him, but when had that ever worked.

“It’s not that complicated,” you said. “Do you want to have sex again?”

“Right-right now?!”

It was your turn to grin, though he couldn’t see it from this angle.

“Because I don’t think I could, not so soon—”

“Wanna bet?”

“Against you? Absolutely not.”

You snorted and then propped up on your elbow so you could face him.

“Do you want to keep doing this?”

Kenneth swallowed and his gaze drifted to somewhere around your shoulder.

“I mean… what is this?” He made a vague gesture at you both lying naked in your bed. “Is it just… you know. Sex?”

Now you couldn’t meet his eye, unease coiling in your gut. Not because you didn’t know what you wanted—you absolutely did. But Kenneth was younger than you. He had other options, avenues he could pursue without much effort. What you both got out of this might be very different things.

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” you finally said.

“Really? You’re leaving this up to me?”

His skepticism drew your attention and your annoyance.

“Why not.”

“Because that’s not fair. What about what you want?” He shifted, his fingers fidgeting with wrinkles on the sheet. “You’re kind of getting the raw end of the deal.”

Your glare grew sharper, and before he could back away, panic growing in his eyes, you crowded him into the mattress and kissed him.

It wasn’t a half-assed thing, either. You licked into his mouth, tasting him on your tongue until you finally let him up for air.

“Your counterargument…” He gasped for air, his face flushed. “…is persuasive.”

You smirked when something hard and familiar pressed against your hip.

“I told you I could get you hard again.”

“That’s not—”

He actually squeaked when you licked a stripe up his neck and purposefully pressed your thigh against his cock.

“W-we’re not done talking yet.”

You sighed. Of all the moments, he had to be responsible now.

“Fine.” You backed off and met his eye, probably with more glare than was warranted. “I want to keep doing this, and I’m not interested in anyone else. That cover it?”

He blinked slowly, as if his brain was catching up to the words.

“Y-yeah. That’s… yeah.”

You lifted your brows, and it took a minute for the lightbulb to turn on in his head.

“And, I mean, I want to keep doing this too, obviously. And I’m not…”

Your brows lifted higher as he progressively grew tongue-tied, until he finally flopped back on the bed and blew out a frustrated breath.

“Come on, Reid.”

“What?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“You have to know by now.”

“Know what.”

“I’ve had a crush on you since day one.”

The silence stretched on long enough for him to frown up at you.

“You… didn’t know.”

“Of course I didn’t know!”

“Really?” He said this last to himself, rubbing his chin. “Nix always said it was super obvious.”

Ah, yes. Kenneth’s strange little friend from down in anomalous body storage. They were attached at the hip most days, and you didn’t think you imagined the evil eye Nix sent you whenever you were in the same room. Then again, they looked at everyone that way.

You gave him a blank stare.

“Anyway.” Kenneth rolled onto his side so he could face you again. “I didn’t think it mattered since you didn’t seem to know I existed. The first time you said my name, I actually forgot it was my name, because there was no way you were actually talking to me—"

“Kenneth.”

“—Yeah, that’s exactly how you said it, and annoyed tone and everything—"

You shut him up with another kiss, and yeah, it turned out it was an effective way to stop an argument. You could get used to this, and something about that felt dangerous.

When you felt Kenneth had been sufficiently kissed into silence, and by his dazed expression when you broke apart, he had, you leaned back and stared at him for a moment. When you’d mentioned contraceptives, the thought had crossed your mind, and you’d almost joked, If I did get pregnant, do you think they’d give us both parental leave?

And then you realized how unfunny it was. Starting a family was one of the few ways to get out of the Foundation that didn’t involve a body bag. Sure, they’d give you so many amnestics that you’d barely remember your name, but at least you had an escape option. You both did.

But then… did you want to leave? You’d been here for years, and while the work was still satisfying, it had lost its charm. One by one, coworkers would disappear, either through transfer, or they simply… vanished.

You didn’t want that to happen to you or Kenneth, and you knew if you ever found a way out, you wouldn’t leave without taking him with you.

But then you started to think of the anomalies you would leave behind, the ones you tried to give a little extra attention and kindness to. There was 053, and she adored Kenneth. It was hard to imagine leaving her and the other humanoid SCPs.

Plus… Dr. Puli had hinted that the next subject in your rotation was the enigmatic plague doctor. You could admit there was a curiosity there that went beyond professional. Were you ready to give up the opportunity to study SCP-049 because you started having doubts?

“Hey.” Kenneth’s soft voice pulled you back to reality. “Where’d you go?”

“I’m right here.”

“You sure?” He chewed his lip again. “No… regrets?”

You squinted at him.

“I was pondering something.”

“Oh?”

“Do you think it would be workplace sexual harassment if I started calling you Horse Dick Kenny?”

He choked, sputtered, and then buried his face in your shoulder so you couldn’t see the face that you knew would be bright red.

“Don’t worry,” you said and patted his arm. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Very safe. You would jealously guard that knowledge to your grave.

“Come on.” You grabbed his head and tugged him out of bed. “We’re filthy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kenneth followed obediently as you led him to the shower, and you left your dark thoughts behind in the bed.

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[piratefern]

okay so basically about your AU it's great but I honestly don't understand why scp 049 left scp 035 alone and what's with briefcase? *confused noise* I'm quite confused I do understand some things but some things are quite confusing to understand there backstory I will appreciate if you explains to meh clearly (*°∀°)=3

Hey :D! Thankyou for your ask :3

Basically, to understand the briefcase you’ll need a bit of context first :3

SPOILER WARNING (technically, im hopefully making them a youtube shorts series once ive finished with my main project, but we’ll see :3)

Hasel (or 049 :3) comes from 1340’s france. He had a wife and a daughter who both caught the black death. He was working as a doctor at the time, and tried everything he could to save them, but they died. His daughter’s dying wish was for him to live, which cursed him to live forever altering his form to something resembling a crow, the omen of death.

In this sense he is now a monster (or anomalous if you prefer) and now portrays more birdlike traits :D

So with this in mind, he feels incredibly guilty. He feels as though the deaths of his wife and child are entirely his fault because he couldn’t cure them.

This guilt manifests itself into a caricature of his wife, where she taunts and tortures him within his mind in a place known as the grey dimension (seen in my earlier birdsong project)

when he gets lost inside the grey dimension (more or less lost in guilt) his physical body turns to auto pilot, and will hunt down anything obstructing his path to “the cure”. This is the monstrous form we see :D

The caricature also produces a black vine, which is my au’s version of the pestilence :D He can see this everywhere, he believed it infects people, and he believes he must find the cure for it in order to redeem himself (this isn’t true, especially because this vine isn't actually real)

CONTEXT OVER

right, so Hasel meets dyo (or 035 :D) in 1601. They travel together and eventually fall in love :3 Hasel slowly becomes happier now that hes learning how to enjoy life, and continues his journey to find a “cure”, unaware that its staring him in the face, Dyo, who helps him to forgive and tackle his past, whether unintentional or not.

Eventually their story leads up into 1916, during the first world war. Battles, despite their nature, are an efficient way for Hasel to research the dead whilst avoiding killing where he can.

He had almost hurt dyo by accident after his monstrous form takes him over, and the vine was telling him that he was in the way, that dyo was stopping him from reaching the cure.

At this point something had been building up inside of him. It was a sense of dread, a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

And there it was. He looks over no-man’s land and all he can see is death. He can’t take it anymore, and that night he runs, scared of hurting his lover and scared of “failing” those from his past.

(…)

The briefcase however? Its not too important :3 Its a way for him to carry his supplies and it changes to keep up to date with the time period :3 He left it behind so dyo would know he’s gone. Dyo had also had this impending sense of dread, he felt deep down that something like this might happen, but he desperately tried his best to ignore it. So now he’s searching for hasel, the only person in his life who could never leave him, the only one who wouldn’t die.

So yeah thats it in basic terms :3 (after hasel leaves the caricature of his wife is replaced with a manifestation of dyo, masks comedy and tragedy and a mix of the two as it shows how his guilt has become more complex over time :3)

(Once he gets captured by the foundation the back of his cloak is branded with the logo)

any more questions lmk :3

I haven’t shared much on dyo since this was mainly a hasel focused question so if anyone’s curious about that then be my guest to drop an ask whenever :D He isn’t as built up but I do definitely have ideas for him :3

[tiredsn0w]

When I first read "Surgery", I was a bit confused and disturbed. But about 3.5 years later, it makes perfect sense to me. I know the text of SCP-049-ΩK was updated to remove the section stating he was diagnosed with BPD, but come on. That was because the people in the discussion page didn't know what they were talking about :/

Anyways, I once had a friend with BPD come to me and say that she wished she just had SzPD instead. This is functionally what 049 is doing to his own brain, removing the part(s) that give him emotional responses. I can't imagine this is a rare thing; someone with hypothyroidism might wish, at least at times, to have hyperthyroidism, and vice versa. Someone with extreme emotions might wish to have none at all.

So, in a way, cutting out the emotional parts of his brain is the most BPD thing he could do. When, in reality, nobody wants the opposite issues, they're just as bad for a variety of reasons-- they just want something other than the pain they're experiencing.

[trashyswitch]

Day 8: Nuzzles

049 and 999 are allowed to have yet another visit! Not only that, but a new researcher has come to observe the visit this time: Dr. Collingwood. Typical fun ensues between the creatures.

Part 4 of 049 and the ‘Unkillable’ Creature. Part 3

ON TIME, BABY! Hope you all enjoy!

“Hello SCP-049.” Dr. Itkin spoke up on the intercom. 

“Good afternoon, Doctor. Any further report on 999’s health?” 049 asked him. 

“Indeed we do.” Mr. Itkin could be heard shuffling some papers around. “SCP-999 has been doing much better. As a result, your session with 999 will go ahead as planned.” Dr. Itkin told him. 

“Wonderful!” He declared. “I will await his arrival with enthusiasm.” 049 told the doctor. 

“Now, SCP-999 has a new researcher on its case. Her name is Dr. Collingwood, and I’m wondering if you would allow her to observe you with 999.” Dr. Itkin asked him. 

“Her?” 049 asked. 

“Yes, Dr. Collingwood is female.” Dr. Itkin explained. “Is this a problem?” 

“No no no…I have no dissension with female doctors, so long as she has a university diploma.” 049 told them. 

“Here in the SCP Foundation, we make sure every scientist and medical personnel has an up-to-date medical license.” Dr. Itkin reassured him. 

“That’s wonderful to hear.” He said. 

“Alright. Opening the door now.” Dr. Itkin clicked a button on the side, and watched as 999 slithered itself into the room. 

“Hello 999.” 049 declared. 

999 let out many excited gurgling sounds as it bounced and clapped its pseudopods together. It slid itself right up to 049, before stretching itself up and hugging 049 comfortably. The gurgling kept going for a little longer, before 999 let go of him. 

“Are you feeling better now, little one?” 049 asked. 

999 nodded its head eagerly before sliding up to the chest at the right side of the room. 

“Oh, I suppose you found the toy chest?” 049 asked him. 

999 placed its pseudopods on the under crease of the toy chest lid, and tried to push the lid up. But the toy chest lid was heavier than it was expecting. It let out gurgly, grunting noises as it heaved again, and stopped…before heaving and trying to lift it again…But it was just too heavy.  

And the little cherry on the cake…was the moment that 999 slowly turned its ‘head’ towards 049, with the biggest sad look on its face. 

As Dr. Itkin looked down to write the observations, a somewhat surprising sound filled the speaker from the containment cell; 

“Hehehe- Hehehehehe-! Ahahahaha!” 

999’s sad face quickly morphed into a surprised look as it backed up slightly and stared at 049. Wait…Was 049…laughing at me? But…why? Why is he laughing? What did I do to make him laugh? 

“Sohohorry, hahaha! Juhust- just the slohohow look towards mehehehe!” 049 tried to explain. “Yohohou juhust looked- Hahahaha! Soho defeated!” 049 barely got out of his mouth through his laughter. 

999 stared at him, looking almost confused by this point. The poor thing had no idea what was going on, and why 049 was laughing…but a small smile began to fill 999’s face as it finally understood. 

049 was laughing at my little reaction! I made 049 laugh without tickle wrestling him! 

YAY!!! This is HUGE!! 

999 cheered and jumped around like a little ball, looking utterly proud of itself. 

In the observation room, Dr. Collingwood was typing up her observations. “Wow…999 really can change everyone’s mood…” Dr. Collingwood mentioned. 

“Yup…He’s a wonderful specimen.” Dr. Itkin replied. 

In the room, 049 had settled down and pulled out a marble-looking ball. “Now 999: This ball is a little different. One of the doctors gave this to me with the notion that it bounces much, much more than the ball we had last time.” 049 told him. 

999 nodded its head and held up its pseudopods, waiting for 049 to throw it. 

049 bounced the ball on the floor, and watched it bounce up and down, up and down towards 999. And just as 049 explained, the ball bounced around 5 times before it made it to 999. 

Surprised that the ball was bouncing so much, 999 watched the ball the entire time, bouncing itself along with the ball. When the ball went up, 999 would stretch itself up. When the ball dropped to the ground, 999 would shrink down with a little *Splat* sound. Once the ball reached it, 999 grabbed the ball with its body, and gently ‘spat’ it out towards the floor. 

The way 999 ‘threw’ the ball, meant the ball bounced a few inches off the ground about 8 times, before reaching 049. 

“Not bad, 999. Though, I feel like you could bounce it better.” 049 encouraged. 

999 nodded its head and got ready for the ball. When it was ready, 049 threw the ball down, and watched it bounce up and down towards the gelatinous ball. When it got closer to 999, it caught the ball with one of its pseudopods. 

999 held it up in the air…and gave the ball a big throw towards the ground. 

BOING! BOING! 

The ball bounced all over the place! Up, down, and all around! It was like a rubber projectile! 

“Uh oh…” Dr. Collingwood muttered. 

“Get down!” Dr. Itkin said through the intercom. 

“GAH!” 049 jumped behind the bed in an attempt to hide from the small, but quick ball. Seeing the ball moving absolutely everywhere, 999 stretched itself up and attempted to catch the bouncy ball. But to everyone’s surprise, the ball shot straight through 999’s body like a bullet! It shot through from the back to the front, leaving a small hole in 999’s body. 

The ball kept on bouncing around the room, only somewhat lessening its speedy momentum. With 999 being in the middle of the room, the ball shot through the creature 4 more times, leaving more holes in the creature. 

049 was still hiding behind the bed, fearful that the ball would hit him in the face. But right as he peeked up to find where it went, the ball bounced on the wall right above the plague doctor! Sensing how close it was to hitting him, 049 pulled his head back behind the bed with a little whimper. 

Seeing the ball heading towards the creature, 999 put out 3 pseudopods to catch the ball with its pods. This gave the doctors a little bit of hope…Maybe 999 can catch it! 

…Only for the ball to shoot straight through the pseudopods and continue bouncing around wildly. The pseudopods didn’t even slow the ball down! The ball shot through without a second thought, treating the pods like it was just mist. 

Finally, 049 raised his hand up, and managed to catch the ball right as it was heading for the wall. 

“Got it.” 049 declared, looking at the bouncy ball in his gloved hand. 

“Well done, 049!” Dr. Collingwood reacted. 

“Thank you.” 049 said. “I suppose I won this game of trigon?” The plague doctor asked, somewhat playfully. 

The celebration paused for a moment when 049 felt something tackle him down. Recognizing the color of the blob and the gurgling sound, 049 calmed down slightly. “It’s okay now, 999.” 

“999 appears to be scared.” 049 said. 

“Awww…” Dr. Collingwood muttered. 

“He’s nuzzling into my neck a little bit…” 049 admitted, looking down at the creature. 999 rubbed itself further into his neck, nearly engulfing half his neck and shoulder region in its goo. “Are yohou okay, 999?” He asked, petting the creature. “Hohold ohon…” 049 muttered, curling his body in slightly. “Hehehehey!” “What’s he doing, 049?” Dr. Itkin asked on the intercom. 

“Whahahat doho you thihihink?!” 049 reacted. 

“I believe 999’s giving him ticklish nuzzles.” Dr. Collingwood told the doctor. 

“Yeheheah!” 049 yelped suddenly. “W-Wahahait! C-Cahaharefuhuhul!” 049 reacted. 

999’s growing excitement was evident almost right away…Or rather, it was to Dr. Collingwood. 

999’s little teasy gurgles could easily be heard through the speaker. It looked overjoyed to be nuzzling into 049’s neck. How it was able to find his neck was a mystery in and of itself. But regardless, it didn’t seem too difficult to get him giggling again. 

“049?” Dr. Collingwood said through the speaker. 

“Whahahat?” 049 replied. 

“I think it’s trying to apologize to you for scaring you with the ball.” Dr. Collingwood explained. 

049 nodded his head. “Ihihi fihigured as suhuch.” He said. “Nohohot too mahahany tihickles, alrihight?” 049 asked 999. 

999 removed its ‘face’ from 049’s neck, and nodded its ‘head’ in equal understanding. With that decided, 999 continued the nuzzling. However, 049’s laughter seemed to die down a little bit. It was safe to see that 999 was now lessening the tickles as it nuzzled him. 

“Thahat’s behehetter. Thahank you, nihine-nine-nine.” 049 told it. 

999 removed its face from his neck, and planted a little gelatinous peck on 049’s mask. This little peck was small, but still visible enough to the naked eye of the scientists. 

Dr. Itkin widened his eyes. “Did-Did 999 just kiss you?” He asked. 

“...I do believe so…” 049 muttered. 

“Awww! That’s really sweet!” Dr. Collingwood reacted. 

“It…It is…” 049 mumbled. “I’m not sure how I feel about this…” He admitted. “I may have to think about this.” 049 told them. 

“Sounds good. 999, please head to the door, and we will escort you out.” Dr. Itkin said through the intercom. 

And with that, another little ‘playdate’ was over…And 049 was left speechless and surprised by the little extra piece of affection. To say it blew his mind, would be an understatement. It was a sweet gesture, sure, but…Why? And more importantly…

What did he do to earn that kiss? 

[hotpinkboots]

Hello! This isn't a valentines request but one i thought has good potential. Can I request 049 with a reader who is like Kenny from south park? Like basically whenever the reader dies there body disappears after a few hours and the next day the reader shows up as if nothing happened.

However if 049 cures the reader the reader just vanishes after awhile and then shows up later looking normal and not like a zombie. Now pestilence free and immune to the doctors touch.

I thought it could be an interesting concept. Thank you!

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~𝕾𝕮𝕻 049 x Kenny From South Park~

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I PUT IMMORTAL BC I THINK THAT BASICALLY MEANS THE READER IS IMMORTAL RIGHT?? Edit: yes I named it "SCP 049 x Kenny" because my friend encouraged it and it was a good idea. enjoy the cursed ship this puts in your mind

~Enjoy~

★★★★

𝕾𝕮𝕻 049

★★★★

~He's visibly confused when he turns around and you literally just DISAPPEARED like how did you walk away from him so quickly without him knowing, seeing it hearing it. He needs to check his hearing apparently

~But when you randomly appear back the next day, he's a bit frustrated and will try to "cure" you again

~BUT YOU DON'T FALL DEAD AT HIS FEET WHAT

~He thinks he did something amazing and calls it a magnificent breakthrough in his research and a new dawn for science

~Unfortunately for you this probably classifies you as an SCP because everyone thought you died but you're fine. Like how

~This strange situation encouraged him to continue trying to cure all of the pestilence, because now he thinks he has magic hands.

~He already thought he had magic hands but now he truly believes he can do anything

~Then he gets offended and angry when they still don't allow him to roam and continue his work. He cured someone isn't that enough proof >:(

~But, now he can touch you! And he's relieved that he can touch a living thing without it collapsing within seconds. He's not too big on clinginess or too much touch, but just the fact that he knows he can touch you safely if he wants to relieves him

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~Love, PinkBoots

[purplelordstudios]

OLLO!

I officially wouldn't support to text you :) cause I'm from the pure plauge doctor fandom but since I luv scp-049 and since scp-035 is he's side kick and since your A alagadda Fan I really needed to knock :) like your arts and your story mate followed you last year in printrest : )))

Thinking if we start doing roleplay what do you say???

I don’t exactly understand what you’re trying to say, I’m a little confused and a little lost in translation. What I am able to gather is that you used to follow me on Pinterest and would like to roleplay with me now?

[m0ch1gh0st1]

=þ

So my friends and I made a Fakemon Region last year, and in my downtime on this website, I did some redesigning on the Fakemon/Pokedex Entries

I haven't done the starters' redesigns or redone Pokedex Entries yet (Coming soon hopefully =3)

All the Fakemon/Fakemon Trainers (posting those once I finish them) are based on game characters/show characters

Veescreen

The TV Pokemon

This Pokemon's true form is unknown, as it always inhabits a TV. Urban folktales say looking into the screen for too long will make you its puppet.

Typing - Electric/Ghost

Evolution Level - N/A

Ability - Hypnosis ~ Has a 25% chance to confuse a Ground-Type or Dark-Type at the start of a Double Battle.

Signature Move - N/A

Region Found - Glitchara

Height - 1' to 3'

Basis - Vox from Hazbin Hotel

Wooper - Glitchian Variant

The Friend Pokemon

Unlike most Wooper, this variant appears to be able to control things with its mind. Most locals claim it tries to befriend you.

Typing - Psychic/Ground

Evolution Level - 40 (haven't made it yet)

Ability - Friend ~ The user makes the opponent feel safe, drastically lowering their Defense and Special Defense.

Signature Move - N/A

Regions Found - Glitchara

Height - 1'7"

Weight - 66 lbs

Basis - Kinito from KinitoPET

Silkeon

The Dance Pokemon

This Pokemon is critically endangered due to poaching. When it sees someone it takes a liking to, it spins a web that it dances upon.

Typing - Bug

Evolution Level - Does not evolve

Ability - Lure ~ Lulls the opponent into a false sense of security, only to trap them (Status condition[?] - Trapped)

Signature Move - N/A

Regions Found - Glitchara

Height - 1'11

Weight - 82 lbs

Basis - Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel

Polquegeist

The Mysterious Charge Pokemon

This Pokemon inhabits a can of soda with a mysterious electric charge. When a threat gets too close, Polquegeist will launch an electrical charge at said threat.

Typing - Ghost/Electric

Evolution Level - Does not evolve

Ability - Spook ~ Startles the opponent if the user is on low health, paralyzing them.

Signature Move - Bolt ~ 90 damage ~ 95% chance to hit ~ Strikes opponent with a mysterious thunderbolt ~ Special move

Regions Found - Glitchara

Height - 5"

Basis - The Mystery Tank from Mega Man

Sacrice

The Sacrifice Pokemon

Many view this Pokemon as a sort of deity. They claim it was sent for "us measly humans" to comprehend Arceus's true form.

Typing - Bug

Evolution Level - Does not evolve

Ability - Worship ~ Make the opponent's accuracy harshly drop

Signature Move - Praise ~ Status Move ~ 75% Hit Chance ~ Utters what the opponent wants to hear, poisoning their mind for as long as their in battle (Status Condition - Poison)

Regions Found - Glitchara

Height - 1'1"

Weight - 73 lbs

Basis - Misheard a friend say sack of rice at recess one day, and remembered it one day. Thus, this thing existed.

Poshie

The Plague Pokemon

Yeah, I haven't worked on its entry yet. Lost motivation and haven't found it yet ○w○|||

Basis - SCP-049 from the SCP Foundation

Yeah, you can draw these if you wanna =3

[themaddoctorappreciationclub]

Welcome to the Mad Doctor Appreciation Club!

I am the receptionist, Mr. [REDACTED]. I hope you enjoy your stay at our highly renowned club! ... What do you mean you haven't heard of it before? That's besides the point. I'll give you the rundown.

This club, located in this old hospital, is home to the most genius of individuals whose work has been underappreciated! From the old workers from the Heilwald Klinikum, to that mercenary medic over by the operating table, every one of our beloved members has been underappreciated for far too long! We allow outsiders to visit and marvel at their ideas from time to time, but there have been certain... Incidents. Pay them no mind. It will be fine. Not EVERY member is hostile, so you should be safe.

Here is our list of current members. We are very relaxed with what can make an honorary member, too. An honorary member just means that you have never had a medical license or doctorate's degree before, but still hold the spirit of a mad doctor. If there is anybody who you believe deserves to join, either as a member or honorary member, please write their name at the bottom of this paper, in the section called "comments".

MEMBERS LIST:

•Dr. Daniel Dickens from Angels of Death

•Every Doctor from The Heilwald Loophole (Dr. Randolph, Dr. Wolfram, Dr. Hauser).

•Nurse Anne, Nurse Heideltraut, Nurse Sabine from The Heilwald Loophole (honorary members: work in the medical field)

• Dr. Steinman and Dr. Suchong from Bioshock

•Tanner from Scrutinized

•Victor Frankenstein (honorary member: never finished medical school)

•Herbert West from Reanimator (honorary member: never finished medical school)

•Medic from Team Fortress 2 (Note from Receptionist: keep an eye on him. He's so crazy, his medical license was revoked... You don't want to know why. We just call him Medic to avoid confusion with another member.)

•Dr. Takuto Maruki from Persona 5 Royal (Note from Receptionist: he's convinced he doesn't belong here. We assure you, he does.)

•Dr. Alfred Drevis from Mad Father

•Johannes Mimir Faustus from Servamp

•Dr. Zed from Borderlands (he doesn't have a REAL medical license, but he still has one. So, he is counted as a normal member.)

•Edward Richtofen from Call of Duty Zombies

•Victor Veloci from Dinosquad (research still being conducted. He seems to disappear from time to time. Recent sightings of dinosaurs reported from members of club.)

•Dr. Colress from Pokemon Black and White 2

•Dr. Yung from The Mastermind of Mirage Pokemon

•Blue Medic from Team Fortress 2 Emesis Blue (note from Receptionist: we call him Dr. Ludwig, Dr. Fritz, or Dr. L to avoid confusion with another member.)

•The Doctor from Dead by Daylight

•SCP 049 from the SCP Foundation

•Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs

•Dr. Gilbert Alexander from Bioshock 2

•Dr. Alto Clef from the SCP Foundation

[sixsixtwenty]

Can I request Scp 049 x Reader smut?

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

Scp 049 x Male! Reader

!Smut!

SCP 049's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where could they be?

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

Y/N's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But i just silently nodded saying that he can

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yknow what? Fuck it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eager now are we?"

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

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

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

"You taste so goood~"

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

NOONES POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TIME SKIP

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ijumpbridges]

Scp x Child!Reader

This is platonic, dont get yourself confuse.

Looking at all of you proshitters

(Ft. 035, 049, 073, 076, 682, Deleted Bright it can be found on wattpad, Dr Celf, Kondraki, Glass)

Scp 035:

'They good with kids, but don't let them babysit them"~

He is good kids, but bad a babysitting them.

One time he left in the middle of breach thinking you were behind him.

He hella freak out when he turned around and didn't see you.

But a good think is that he is really protective of you and othe scp kids too.

When he expires from a host he worries and tries to hurry you up to get a host because he really is scared something happening to you and not being able to protect you.

He is also a bit of a bad influence, he does stuff like curse infront of you which some of the foundation members dont like even though some of them do the same thing + plus sometimes treat you really shitty.

They kinda have like mood swings too sometimes, so there will be times that he doesn't feel in the mood of you either being around them, or not wanting to play with you or just someone to listen to him.

This doesn't happen a lot cuz you guys don't see each other a lot, but it rarely happens.

But still he is okey.

Scp 049:

Now, he is great with kids, but his problem is that he cannot control himself around you or other scp kids.

If you are immortal or you can regenerate you are fine, but if you are not then you are not safe with him.

Don't get me wrong he is really good with kids, but also cannot take care of them.

He is like 035 they spend some time with you, but can't stay long or babysit you.

Let's remember he goes crazy the moment someone, sniff, cough, sneeze, etc... And even if fall down and you are still fine he chases after.

Because he thinks something is wrong, and he needs to fix it, to cure it and he won't stop himself on doing so.

He will do it, he will try to fix you, but when he realizes he cannot do it himself he breaks down.

He sits in a corner crying because he did something bad to you he hurted you and it was the first time he did it.

He knows it isn't good and he feels bad about it.

Even if he harms you he still apologizes about it.

He is good with kids, he is also protective in a breach he would never leave you alone, might even lock you in his cell with him and other scp kids so nothing bad happens.

Overall he is good with kids, but cannot babysits them cuz he harms them.

Scp 073:

He is good kids and a good babysitter.

If you dont like vegetables you can purposely go near him and say  that they got rotten.

He reads books to all of you.

Sometimes he lets all of you go out for a walk around the facility.

He keeps yall save too in case of a breach.

But his bad thing is that he cannot always be there for you.

You see even if Cain takes care of you, looks out for you, but he is never there, he is a busy man, cuz he does a lot of favors for the foundation to the point that your meetings end that you guys have.

If he doesn't know you at all he makes awkward conversations with you, but he slowly tries to make less awkward.

He tries his best on making a small connection with you.

But still isn't always there for you.

Scp 076:

No.

Just no.

Look, i cannot say he is good, but i cannot say he is bad with them i guess tries, but does not do a good job at it.

Let me remind y'all that he did hit scp 134 because of a fit of a rage, cuz she was too 'slow'. (Y’all don’t know how much i hate him for doing that)

So him with a kid is just no.

More cuz of his anger issues he causes a lot of breaches.

If he was with you, he wouldn't open up to you at all.

But he would definitely keep you and the other scp kids safe.

But if he is the one causing the breach he wont contain himself and might try to harm you himself.

And when he realizes this he will start avoiding all of you.

To the point that he sees you and he is like stray out leaving.

So yeah, not good at all.

Scp 682:

What kind of child are you to let this lizard just simoly leave you alone.

Cuz he is hostile to children, you must be someone hated like abby to be around him.

He would protect you and also causes breaches with you.

He isn't good, but he is patient i wouldn't say he is a good influence.

He doe and wilm manipulate to do some thing for him.

He tries to make a relationship with him and to make you go against the foundation.

Either way you don't get to see him a lot.

He also intimate you and more when he is mad.

You can ride his back and he lest you use him for playtime, like putting him a some nail polish on his... nose?

Overall this lizard will give you some trauma.

(Deleted Bright - it still can be found on my wattpad)

Dr. Clef:

He is in the middle.

He can be really good and really bad the same time.

Let me remind you that he killed 239.

So he has no mercy on you in case if he tries something.

Such as a cruel prank or simply kill you.

Babysitting is not his thing, he will try to carry you and will slip away from him.

And then he doesn't know what to do.

He will definitely leave you at a random corner.

Might not protect you.

Definitely do not trust this man.

He brings you a snack and levaes you in a safety zone.

Also bad influence.

Overall no, just no.

Dr. Kondraki:

He is okey with kids.

But babysitting them is a no-no.

You don't want an alcoholic taking care of you.

Even sober he cannot take care of you.

Although he would protect you from something happening to you.

When he is also drunk he asks you to buy him a tampon.

He does really dumb stuff when drunk.

He might even confuse you with anything that he grabs.

He could grab even air and think.

Had tried to give you alcohol.

"Last night at 10am i went to put on my shoes cuz i needed to go to the cafeteria to buy a sword, but them when i went in i remembered that they dont sell sheets so that's why the president is a robot"

Overall another no.

Dr. Glass:

He tries his best.

He is a good Caretaker.

Of course he is cuz he is a therapist and also a retired agent.

So, that mean he can keep you safe.

He will give you some activities to do.

He gives you some snacks.

He also tries to check on you too.

In a breach he is able to protect you.

He tries to engage with you.

But he will not tolerate an attitude.

So behave.

And i mean it.

He might seen sweet and kind, but he has a really bad side so behave.

Overall he really is good someone not to worry about in case of taking care of a child.

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I feel kinda did this a little sad, while also listening to bimbo y2k music. Im living the best life.

[wolveria]

I may be tripping, but in TRH, I seem to remember you mentioning that Reid might an instance, or just straight up SCP-001 (I could totally be making things up.) Is she some kind of off branching of 001, an instance of it, or is she some kind of reality bender? It seems like earlier in the chapters you brought in SCP-001 "The Factory", so is she connected to that? (I mean all the SCP's are connected in that proposal but y'know what I mean.) Sorry if this doesn't make sense I'm just passionate about this.

It makes perfect sense! And you're correct, Leahy thought Reid might be an "instance" of SCP-049. Which just means she's related to his anomalous properties in some way, such as his doctor's bag or the zombies he creates.

But Leahy was mistaken, she's an SCP-001. And to make more things confusing, there are many different SCP-001s, and only the O5 Council knows which are fake and which are real, if any of them ARE real or fake.

I haven't specified which SCP-001 she is yet, but it is one that already exists in the SCP universe, I didn't create it. Some people have figured it out already, but I won't spoil it yet ;) We may find out in October when I post the new chapters

[jekyll-doodles]

I heard a theory and the pestilence could be from something in alagadda? What do you think about it and could it be true ?

I mean it could be, there's multiple truths that seem to coexist in scp. The Schrödinger's cat of canons, if you will. It all depends on which road you're willing to go down.

In my opinion however, if that were true, wouldn't 049 have more of a reaction when encountering 035 outside of general annoyance ? And then, how did the pestilence get out of Alagadda? Not to mention it still leaves what "the pestilence" is a mystery. The only constants in every canon seems to be that Most have it, the 049-2s are "cured" of it, and the doctor can see/sense it.

Outside of what I personally think it is, I did joke to a friend about it being a sprite thing (my sprites that is) a while back (copy/paste from discord)

Though, that is funny. If i combined the lore a bit, there's a funny outcome cause in ~canon~, sprites are constantly fending off these parasites that feed on existence and emotions. You know. That thing everyone has and feels. And while little ones exist and are Relatively Harmless. Bigger ones cause problems. These things are only Visible to sprites or those they've allowed to see them.

What i'm getting at is, despite knowing it'd probably clear up a lot of mystery and confusion, i would not tell the foundation about them because that means admitting to some degree that 049 is right. There is a very real "pestilence" that a lotta people have. And technically his cure gets rid of it.

BUT I WILL NOT GIVE THAT LOSER THE SATISFACTION OF BEING RIGHT.

[acradelius]

Can I request a SCP 049 x female Reader nsfw oneshot?

"Nurse!~ Examination Time!~"

Fandom : Secure. Contain. Protect. (SCP)

Pairing : SCP-049 ("Doctor") x Nurse!F!Reader

Rating : Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs : Post! Containment Breach, Doctor/Nurse Roleplay Elements, (Out Of Character Doctor), Unprotected Sex, Doctor Lowkey Pressures Reader, Male Orgasm, Female Orgasm, Creampie

Word Count : 1,116 Words

“Oh dear, there’s no need to fret! Sincerely, I insist!” Doctor responded quite enthusiastically to the regards of his beloved nurse, more exactly that Nurse (Y/N) was the only nurse that he actually had, voicing her concerns about not needing a physical examination herself whenever they began discussing updated examinations of other SCP individuals. “It’d be quite neglectful and ill-mannered of myself to just disregard the health of my nurse during such times as these that are revolving around lawlessness and pandemonium.” Without some secondary thoughts or even trying to think of some opposition essentially (Y/N) came to an agreement with his words. Ever since the mass wide breach of containment across the site, and there haven’t been any communication of direction from any higher-ups, even just blinking or breathing within this environment can prove to be deadly. “Alright, Doctor. If you insist, but only this one time.” 

While having expected some differences of Doctor’s examination compared to a casual, normal examination done by a modern primary care provider, what (Y/N) hadn’t expected was for Doctor to brush his gloved fingers against her cunt which caused a gasp of surprise to escape past her lips and jerk her body away from him and closer to the examination table in front of them. “When was the last time you had participated in sexual intercourse, Nurse (Y/N)?” With furrowed eyebrows she proceeds to turn her head to look at him, confusion contorted with her features, not verbally acknowledging that he had enclosed the small gap between them, having (Y/N) now backed up and hands resting against the edge of the examination table. “Once again, when was the last time you participated in sexual intercourse?” After some moments of silence from both individuals, more so from (Y/N) herself than Doctor, he began with a more detailed explanation to his question. “My apologies, forgive my intrusions. I understand that with our current dilemma you must be under quite the amount of stress. Having done some research on more updated ways of relieving stress, along with the process of elimination, having sexual intercourse would be your easiest method.” 

“That doesn’t necessarily explain your reason for having laid your hands upon me in the way you had just done.” (Y/N) responds bluntly, practically ignoring that he was seemingly just trying to justify his actions, the reasoning for his questions. While keeping her gaze upon the Doctor who had gone silent, as if he was contemplating his next choice of words, (Y/N) couldn’t deny that her attention was becoming more focused on the familiar lingering dull ache from her cunt that was becoming more apparent as she continued to stand there. “It’s been quite some time since I have been touched,” Seeing that Doctor wasn’t going to give any food for the thought she had responded, “or that anyone has approached me in the manner, Doctor.” Maybe he was questioning her about the intimacy in her life, using it as a stress reliever, as a way to indicate he would like some way to deal with his own stress and he was just using the information that he had somehow retrieved. “Are you needing some sexual intercourse in order to relieve your own stress, Doctor?~ Is that the reason as to why you tried to touch me the way you did?~ Getting your nurse all worked up in hopes she’ll run and give herself up to you?~” 

Discarding each article of clothing to pile on each other on the floor until she left herself bare and nude in front of him, (Y/N) pushed herself back onto the examination table, spreading her legs to reveal her cunt to him. “If that happens to be the case, allow myself to make continuing and completing your examination of me to be quite easier for you then, Doctor~” It was as if he was starving, yet instead of needing to consume something to satisfy that hunger he was in need of dire physical interaction. How Doctor was almost immediate to step forward and take up the space between her legs, one of his hands going back to its position on her cunt while the other one gently caresses her face, a shaky breath being heard beneath his mask. “Doctor, please~” Hushed whimpers evolve into desperate moans as their actions begin to escalate, his fingers eventually being replaced with his thick cock within her cunt, (Y/N) interlocking her legs around Doctor’s hips, pulling him closer, deeper against her. 

“Doctor, fuck!~” Pleading, her face becomes buried against his shoulder all while her legs tighten around him as (Y/N) begins to frantically grind her cunt against his pelvis, whining out as she becomes more desperate to bring herself to an orgasm. “It seems that my assumptions were quite right, Nurse (Y/N)~” Doctor taunts as a response to her obvious desperateness, chuckling softly at comparing it as to how she had rejected him initially touching her, yet she was now begging for his mercy. Begging for him to give her some sort of release to the twisting feeling that was growing within her groin, causing her walls to clench against his cock. “Aren’t you glad that I had suggested the examination?~ Watching the way pleasure overtakes your form, those naughty words slipping past your lips and out into the open, and how all you can do is ask me for more~” Watching her through a lust lidded gaze, watching as she was attempting to focus on the words that edged her on but kept getting dragged back from the pleasure of his frantic, deep thrusts that had her bouncing back against him. 

“Doctor!” Sobbing loudly, there’s no other words that (Y/N) can make out as she begins to convulse against Doctor’s hold as her orgasm takes over. Fingernails digging deeply into the questionable fabric upon his being, face burying into his shoulder while tightly squeezing her eyes closed, having her heels pressed deeply against the lower parts of his back. Watching her unfold underneath him, all because of him and the way he brought pleasure onto her, was enough to make him succumb to his own orgasm. Frantically rutting his throbbing cock deep into her cunt, making sure to have his cum coating her walls and filling her womb. There’s not much verbal exchange as the rest against each other, Doctor gently brushing his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair as she traces the marks that she had left upon him. Then, a soft giggle from her. “You know, Doctor. You giving me an examination wasn’t that bad after all. When should I schedule for a follow up?~”