#scp 049 x reader

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Kinktober Day 10: Double Penetration

Double Penetration - SCP 049 X GN!AFAB!Reader X SCP 035

Warnings: praise, double vaginal penetration, it's kinda sweet?

AN: Unrelated to the fic but if any of you are jaded, express love through teasing and being mean, and tall hit me up I'm in a mood ❤️ I also have the migraine of a LIFE TIME so something short bc ow. my skull.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

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Your breath caught in your lungs for the umpteenth time as you felt 049's clawed finger tips roll into your hips and prop up your ass for 035's usage. He breathed lowly, like an airy groan of pleasure as he felt his dear friend's cock slide into you. Both of them were almost too thick to handle as you scrunched your nose and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Big," you panted as you took 035. You felt his thick cock push deeper and deeper into you as he brushed against 049's cock. They both were driving you wild with how good they felt. You've never been stretched so much.

"Mon chaton," 049 cooed as he thrusted his hips up. His claws kept digging into your hips. "That's right, keep taking him. Relax your body for us and take him deeper."

035 groans in your ear as he rolled his hips again. "You feel so good," he whispered, his accent so sweet in your year, Grecian, reminding you of a better time and halcyon days. The host he's using today is almost as girthy as 049.

You feel yourself gush around the both of them as they lavish you with their touch. Their hips moved in sync and you cried out in pleasure. Your eyes rolled up as you took them again and again, unable to focus on anything other than how good they felt. "Oh please," you mewled in pleasure. "Harder, I need you both harder."

035 laughed as he glanced down at you. His large, warm hands squeezed your body possessively. The only other man who would even think to share you with was 049. "Harder? You need it harder? What a good, good toy," he giggled gleefully as his thrusts began to pick up in pace.

049's voice cooed sweetly in your ear, "if it pleases you, mon chaton," he whispered. He let his beaked head tip upwards as he rut his hips in time with 035's, helplessly lost in the way you rode them both. He loved how warm and soft your body was, how tight you became when you stretched to accommodate the both of them while still gushing over them.

"Fuck," you hissed as they roughly slammed into you.

"Take it, take it," 049 grinned.

035 chuckled as his hips slapped into you, the sound of your moans, their groans of pleasure and skin on skin echoing throughout the room. "You asked for it, love," he hummed. "You want us to finish inside of you?"

Both of them watched as heat dashed your body and your face like a blanket of embarrassment. You nodded.

Their eyes narrowed.

"Say please."

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 18 (Medical Play)

SCP-049 x Male!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[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.

[vulturelined]

Sanji fic was so good i creamed all over my screen, thank you for blessing my eyes truly.

Can you please make an SCP 049 fic and make him super submissive please im begging🙏

god bless 049

SCP-049 NSFW DRABBLE

minors dni, submissive scp-049

you had never seen the doctor the way you are seeing him now, crumbling under your touch. of course, he hasn't been touched for decades, but the way he's reacting to your hand alone? it should be criminal.

"please," his voice comes out shaky and broken, breathing heavily with that metal-tone that always accompanied his words. his head is leaned back against the cold, stone wall and his grey eyes are hazy, filled with need and want. he's not able to keep himself still, or quiet; a pleasant surprise from the usually monotone and held-together SCP.

his hand suddenly reaches out to grab your wrist, only to stop himself before he touches you. he heaves a sigh, gently rocking his hips into your hand, and you gently squeeze around the base of his cock. a low, drawn out groan escapes him and he sinks further into the uncomfortable bed in the back of his containment quarters.

his gloved fingers dig into the material beneath him, his breathing picking up by the second and his hips becoming erratic in the way they moved against you.

when you pause your hand, his eyes open, and he stares down at you with a need that makes you swallow thickly. you can feel him throbbing in your hand, gently running your index finger along his tip. he hisses, thighs trembling. "please, keep going," he pleads, trying to thrust further in your palm. he lets out a frustrated groan when you don't listen to him, reaching a hand up to rub his mask in irritation.

"c'mon, don't be like that," you hum, standing, but your hand never leaves him. you lean over him, gently pressing your forehead to his mask's, using your hand to support yourself. "just want to really look at you when I make you cum."

he shivers at your words, letting out a choked moan when you start moving your hand again, this time at a much faster pace. he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out small calls of your name and pressing the beak of his mask to your neck. you pause your hand once more, making him shudder and let out a broken whine. "open your eyes."

he hisses through his teeth, reluctantly opening his eyes to meet yours. "if you look away, or close them, i'll stop." you plant a kiss on the beak of his mask before continuing your previous pace again.

049 keeps his eyes on you the whole time, gripping onto the bed beneath him and trembling in your hold. his pants are broken and intertwined with desperate moans, some being your name. "oh, please," he whimpers, and you swear you can see his eyes glimmer with tears, "please let me."

"go ahead," you coo, smiling coyly and speeding up your hand the best you can in the position you were in. you watch his eyes roll back and feel his him fuck himself into your hand. he chokes on moans and shallow breathing, pressing his head back against the wall and finally letting himself cum into your hand.

[hotpinkboots]

How would the scp crew react to their lover being flirted with by a co-worker? Specifically one who’s getting a little too handsy and won’t leave them alone -💗

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~𝕾𝕮𝕻's Reacting To Their Darling Being Hit On~

HI DARLING :D I decided to do 049, 035, and 079 because Mr. Computery Guy doesn't get enough love in this fandom!

~Enjoy~

★★★★

𝕾𝕮𝕻 049

★★★★

~049 is very observant, so he will notice almost immediately.

~He won't really be jealous of the situation you're in, because he knows you're loyal to him.

~...Loyal to him. Something that's...classified as a dangerous monster. Kept in a facility. Who just sits there and researches things all day. Who cannot take you on dates. Who cannot buy you anything nice.

~...Yeah he's more insecure than he thought. But he won't admit that, or show it, of course, because he likes to keep himself and everything he does and thinks professional.

~Won't let his emotions get in the way. He looks at things how they are, not how they seem- so when he spots the grossed out or uncomfortable expression on your face while another Doctor is practically on you, and sees you trying to make an excuse to leave the room, he's relieved that you don't like the attention, and is disgusted with this man.

~Now that he knows you aren't into that and that you still love him, he isn't insecure anymore, and will stand up for you, instead.

~Next time they've decided to interview or test on him, 049 will slowly turn his head to look at the perverted person who had been touching you and flirting with you for a long time.

~"Your actions towards your fellow colleagues are unprofessional."

~"Fellow colleagues" meaning you, without directly mentioning you.

~So basically he just calls him out LOL. 049 won't be able to stop the situation all together, so he's trying to set it up for you to stand up for yourself so this doesn't happen anymore.

~"Do not touch what belongs to me."

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★★★★

𝕾𝕮𝕻 035

★★★★

~IS NOT HAVING IT

~IS ABSOLUTELY NOT HAVING IT

~This man will start crying so dramatically to get everyone's attention and when he has it he'll warn whoever tf is touching you to knock it off

~If that dude doesn't stop he's gonna end up dead

~Like. 035 is wondering how on Earth such a fool got the job to work here. He shouldn't even have to worry about this, because this pervert should just be automatically fired when spotted trying to flirt and get handsy.

~But now he's gonna have to do the job instead and get rid of him because he's being unprofessional and touching his beloved.

~Will end up messing with the doctor physiologically to probably get him to commit suicide or to simply just scare the crap out of him.

~And he's so proud of himself thinking he saved the day 🤡

~Then 035 asks when the paycheck comes in for doing his job

~Yeah he's got it covered dw.

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★★★★

𝕾𝕮𝕻 079

★★★★

~He is so salty. Like wow he's a total ass.

~When he first is able to spot the situation and he hears the person being gross with you,

~079 straight up just said "Shut up."

~Can't do much other than roast the person and be really rude and salty with him.

~Asks you why you haven't stood up for yourself yet. And if you have done it already you clearly didn't get the point across because it's still happening.

~Is just as annoyed at you as he is with the pervert for letting this go on. Like do something about it what are you doing don't let him get away with that.

~Has tried hacking into the system to cause a breach so hopefully someone kills him.

~But then realized that would effect you, too.

~So he's out of ideas.

~But he's never out of insults and rude words.

~So 079 can keep making offensive comments. If he can't do anything to stop it, he can at least be a jerk to the guy.

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[acradelius]

Can I request some 049 x female Reader headcanons where the Reader is pregnant with 049’s child?

"We're Expecting! Don't Tell The O5 Council!"

Fandom: Secure. Contain. Protect. (SCP)

Pairing: SCP-049 ("Doctor") x Female! Researcher! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Human! Reader, Researcher! Reader, Human x SCP, Human x SCP Relationship, AFAB! Reader, Female Pronouns Used For Reader, Unexpected Pregnancy, Most Likely Post! Contaiment Breach, Slightly Overprotective Doctor, Very Involved Parental! Doctor, Internally "Paranoid"! Doctor, Limited "Normal" Pregnancy Customs.

Word Count: 873 Words

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There wasn’t much doubt that amongst the scale of ‘Definitely Not Human-Like’ to ‘As Human As Could Possibly Be, But Still Not Actually Human’, Doctor was more so teetering towards the edge of being more human-like than majority of the other S.C.P. beings that were also residing within the containment site, even still after the initial breach. That didn’t stop the researcher, (Y/N), from initiating a relationship with the Doctor, and eventually it became as intimate as it possibly could have. Despite that intimacy, there wasn’t necessarily ever a thought that a pregnancy between Doctor and (Y/N) could possibly happen, at least until viewing the results of the pregnancy tests that (Y/N) had taken. While there was some initial anxiety when it came to telling Doctor, he was actually pretty excited about the news! 

While within the early stages of their relationship Doctor had respected (Y/N)’s boundaries for space and privacy, now that she’s carrying their child, there’s not really such a thing as space and privacy anymore. (Y/N) couldn’t even make the five steps from Doctor’s desk to the bathroom within his laboratory without him jumping up to assist her. “Are you doing well, Chère? Do you need any assistance? Is there anything concerning the baby?” With that being said, the security around the laboratory is increased as well. There’s also more reanimated subjects that are placed around the laboratory, and even the most common places that (Y/N) typically ventures to and from, for an extra form of protection. It had gotten to the point that Doctor had to venture through the site looking for something, but didn’t want to disturb (Y/N) from their nap, so he had one of the subjects lay in the bed with her for protection.

Doctor is absolutely involved with the baby, ever since the moment that (Y/N) had revealed to him that she was pregnant with his child. He would spend literal hours just reading out loud to her and the child, whether it be his own research papers, random magazine pages found strewn across hallway floors, or would even spend time reading the files based on his other S.C.P. companions. It’s the same thing when it comes to listening to music, even if it’s various languages that (Y/N)’s unfamiliar with or hasn’t even heard of before. Doctor swears that while he hasn’t had any children before, that he’s done his fair share of research when it comes to pregnancies and even early childhood education, though (Y/N) is a bit unsure since it’s been quite some time since Doctor has been within the general public, especially in today’s day and age. He claims that it’s critical, and a long term benefit, that a developing baby experiences these things.

This pregnancy is definitely something more than just a generic pregnancy for Doctor, but he’s not going to make that known to (Y/N) unless he absolutely has to. As stated above, he’s never had a child before, and hasn’t came across anyone else like himself, so he’s unaware of what to actually expect when it comes to someone like him having a child within someone such as her. He’s not just monitoring the basic and typical pregnancy symptoms and such when it comes to watching over his beloved and her pregnancy. Secretly, he’s also monitoring for any abnormalities, anything that could end up becoming alarming or dangerous for (Y/N) or the baby, and even both. He doesn’t want to lose either of them, and therefore he would rather be able to take the risk of doing this part of the monitoring in secret if that means making sure that (Y/N) and their baby is doing well. While he was alone for the majority of his life before she had come along, Doctor isn’t sure if he would be able to continue on if he was to lose her.

Whenever (Y/N)’s due date, or at least an estimate of when the due date would be, there’s only a certain few other S.C.P. beings that Doctor is comfortable with her being around, even if she’s interacted with them for quite some time before the initial breach. He doesn’t want to take any chances with something happening to (Y/N) or the baby, especially with how sporadic and violent some of them can be. He only wants those that he can absolutely trust to be around them, at least at first, those that he knows will also do their best to make sure that things are going smoothly and stress-free. (Y/N) mentioned how this was slightly unfair once and therefore (Y/N) was only allowed to interact with who he didn’t deem safe enough through the intercom to his laboratory, or writing to each other with erasable markers on the window. This even means creating a whole different room or section of the site that Doctor’s located within to treat his “patients”, as he wants to make sure that the environment is going to be safe and sterile, or as sterile as it can be, for a safe, healthy delivery of his beloved little baby to be.

[kayacomics]

Ravens hymn fanart!!!! Bc this fanfic has me on a choke hold.

The ravens Hymn by @wolveria

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #003

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Sex pollen, non-consensual drugging, dubious consent, noncon, mutual noncon, cold!049

AO3

SCP-049 was a wonderful subject to work with.

You didn’t really work with him, as such. You watched him perform his mysterious surgeries, scribbling in his leatherbound journal as you observed from the security of the room adjacent. He was fastidious, intelligent, and above all, polite. At least, when you gave him instructions through the intercom, he obeyed with a pleasant, “Very well, Doctor.”

You weren’t a doctor, but you didn’t correct him. He knew of your credentials from when you’d introduced yourself roughly a month ago. 049 was a new SCP in your rotation, and he was a nice change. You already had so much new data to work with, as something had sparked the SCP from his lethargic state soon after you assumed your new station.

Logic would dictate you were the introduced variable that stirred him from his dormancy, but you doubted it. A new researcher was... well, nothing new. As far as you could tell, you simply had good timing.

Still, the anomaly paid close attention to your presence. The glass was mirrored—so you’d been told, you’d never been inside the chamber itself—but the way he gazed at it, straight to where you sat before the monitors, left you feeling exposed.

Despite the unsettling attention, your hard work paid off. Just on the other side of the door was the anomaly, currently being restrained and secured in the interview room. Dr. Puli had finally acknowledged your progress and allowed the interview, despite his reservations.

You didn’t understand his hesitancy. SCP-049 was a relatively tame anomaly, and your new methods had helped placate him further. Sure, he wasn’t technically allowed any human subjects, but no one would miss the corpses from the morgue. They were tagged to be destroyed, and it would have been a waste of resources.

“Are you ready?”

You jumped, nearly spilling your mostly empty cup of coffee. They must have upped the caffeine concentration; you’d been jittery all morning after taking your first sip, sweat dotting your forehead as your skin prickled with heat. You reminded yourself to cut back the next morning.

“I am,” you said to your boss where he stood beside you, facing the interview room. There was a second door to the right that led to the observation room.

“Good. Because I, uh... won’t be able to sit in on this one, unfortunately.”

You eyed his apologetic smile, spotting the frustration underneath.

“Oh? Why not?”

“We have a couple of humanoid transfers and I’ve been asked to oversee it.” Dr. Puli glanced toward the two doors, releasing a breath. “But I know you’ll do well. And if anything goes wrong—not that it will—you’ll have all the help you need. Our new Site Director will be observing, and he wants things to go smoothly.”

You nearly choked on the coffee you’d brought to your lips.

“The Site Director is here?”

“Yes, he... asked to sit on it. It sounded like he was impressed with your progress. No one else has been able to get the anomaly to engage, let alone cooperate.”

You gave a nervous smile. At least no one seemed to be mad about those bodies you designated for 049’s use. Still, the news put a damper on your excitement. Dr. Puli wouldn’t say what happened to the last Site Director, and no one else would speak about him either. Your interactions with Leahy had been sparse and rare, but you hadn’t had a problem with him.

But his replacement, Site Director Johannson, was another story. He was an older man, perhaps in his 60s judging by the white hair, but there was nothing grandfatherly about him. When he looked at you, you got the sense he wasn’t seeing you at all.

Your assessment of him didn’t improve after you’d been requested to wear a very specific ensemble for this interview. No one had asked you to wear a skirt before, and you felt like progress had been set back a good 50 years.

A radio chirped to your left, belonging to one of the guards where it was clipped to his vest. He clicked on the microphone and spoke to his counterparts inside.

“You’re clear,” he informed you, though his head remained stiffly forward.

“Wish me luck.”

You handed Dr. Puli your empty coffee cup when he held out his hand for it.

“You don’t need it, but... good luck.”

He gave you one last smile and stepped away, your two escort guards moving at your back. It was overkill, in your opinion, but you wouldn’t wave off the extra security. You didn’t plan to make the same mistake your predecessors did, underestimating what 049 was capable of simply because of his disarming presence.

There was nothing very disarming about the SCP waiting inside. The door slid back to reveal the dark form sitting at the table, his shoulders hunched, and his head bowed. His mask lifted upwards so quickly it was almost a jerk, his eyes focused on you like a large hawk spotting a mouse in a meadow.

You frowned at the unusual behavior but continued forward, your tablet held against your chest as you entered the interview room. The Class III Humanoid Restriction Harness was in place, two extender bars connecting the collar around his neck to the grips of the two guards who flanked him. Even sitting down with his wrists shackled to the table, they weren’t taking any chances.

Typically, you would be at ease in the SCP’s presence, but something had clearly agitated him. You assumed the guards had been rougher than necessary, leaving the poor entity ruffled and misused.

You sat at the table opposite of 049, laid the tablet flat on the table, and gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions today. Is it okay if I record this interview?”

The SCP stared at you, but his grey eyes seemed fixed on the wall behind you.

“SCP-049?”

“I would not suggest making a record of what is about to transpire, but I fear that decision is outside your control.”

It was your turn to stare. His words were low, grinding in his throat as if it was difficult to speak, and his gaze was on you, too sharp and jagged.

“SCP-049, are you feeling all right?”

One of the guards behind you clicked his radio, but you heard nothing else, indicating he had switched to his headset. Behind the glass, the weight of stares were heavy on you, a reminder that your position was on the line.

There was a crinkle of chains as 049’s folded hands shifted on the table.

“Are you?”

The question brought you up short. The way it was presented was fairly neutral, but this level of stubbornness was unlike him.

“SCP-049, if you are unwilling to cooperate for this interview, then you will be escorted back to your cell.”

“No. I will not.”

He leaned forward, chains pulled taut at the movement.

“Neither you nor I will be leaving this room. Not, I suspect, for a while.”

You opened your mouth to ask him what the hell was wrong with him, and then fell into shocked silence as the two guards at his flank unhooked the extender bars. Without explanation, all of the guards turned away, opened the doors on their respective sides of the room, and walked out.

All you could do was watch, frozen until the room was emptied of all but you and the SCP.

You leapt from your chair, tablet forgotten as you swiped your keycard in front of the reader. It didn’t so much as beep. You pounded on the door, calm professionalism forgotten as panic crawled up your throat.

You went to the mirrored observation window next, banging your hand against the surface so hard it wobbled, and then you stared at your reflection. Your forehead was beaded with sweat, your hair already damp, and heat sufficed your skin.

“You are feeling the effects.”

You met 049’s reflected gaze in the mirror.

“Of what?”

His head tilted, as of the answer was obvious.

“Of what they have given us both.”

Your mind immediately backtracked to earlier that morning and the unusually bitter coffee some tech had handed you before the interview. You’d heard of things like this happening before, mostly through sensationalized rumors after someone disappeared, but you never thought it would happen to you.

You and the SCP were caught in an experiment, exposed to an unknown chemical, and the results would be documented.

049 must have glimpsed it in your eyes, the hollow dread eating away the pit of your stomach. The SCP yanked through his chains, the links scattering across the floor like spilled jewels from a broken necklace. He rose to his feet, broad shoulders blocking out the light behind him, his beaked mask dipped as his gaze burned through you.

You bolted to the far corner of the room, but the entity was right on your heels. He grabbed a fistful of your coat, yanked you backwards, and slammed you sideways into the closest wall. Your scream was choked off from the hand wrapped around your neck.

Your struggles to escape were as fruitless as a bird slapping its wings against the side of its cage, his fingers as unyielding as the bars. He glared down at you with that same predatory focus, and you were so terrified of what he would do that your mind took several long moments to catch up.

049 gripped you with direct skin-to-skin contact, and you were still alive. That shouldn’t be possible. No one understood why his touch was lethal, or if he had control of it. Perhaps this answered that question.

But his eyes narrowed and searched your face, as if he too was stumped by the situation. You weren’t given a moment of reprieve; 049 pulled you way from the wall, readjusting his hold so it was on the nape of your neck, and he shoved you down onto the interview table, bent over its edge.

An animal noise was ripped out of you as he followed you down, his torso pressed against your back, his metallic, rasping words in your ear.

“You have been betrayed, Doctor,” he said low enough that only you could hear. “Though I do not believe you were sent in here to die by my hand. After all, what would be the purpose of dosing you if the expectation was for this experiment to be done on a corpse. Of course, these charlatans conduct nonsensical and disturbed tests and call it science; I would not be surprised if necrophilia was on the agenda.”

His tone was almost conversational, as if you weren’t trembling and gasping in his grip, the gazelle trapped under the lion. You winced as he leaned closer, belatedly remembering he couldn’t actually bite.

“They must already know you are… special. This does not bode well for you.”

You agreed with that—none of this looked good. Had you done something to piss off someone up the ladder? Or was this Johannson getting rid of Leahy’s hires to make room for his own?

You supposed it didn’t matter, you were here now, and your only real focus was on trying to ignore the ache between your legs, made worse the longer he leaned on your back. You pressed your forehead against the cold metal of the table with a desperate attempt to remain still, but your body was traitorous, swayed by the drug that had been slipped in your coffee.

049 let out a strained breath as you lifted your hips and rubbed against him, desperate for friction through the thick fabric of your skirt. You’d never worn a damn skirt to work before, had never been required to, and now, you were almost grateful for it. Every second that passed made your skin burn hotter, and you whined low in your throat. You would do anything to make it stop.

049 released his hold on your neck; he no longer needed to worry about you running. His hands trailed along your sides, the touch curious, and when he reached the hem of your skirt and pushed it up to your hips, you arched your back in anticipation. You were aware of the mirrored observation window, but it was a thought at the back of your mind, nowhere near as important as the promise of relief.

The SCP surprised you by flipping you over, your back now flat against the table as he loomed over you. He reached under your skirt and pushed your underwear to the side, his fingers sinking deep inside with one smooth motion.

The back of your head banged against the table as you bucked against his hand, and your legs naturally found their way around his hips. He plunged deeper, his fingers squeezed between your tight walls, and when his thumb found your clit you lost the sense you had left.

“Please,” you begged for something you weren’t sure he had. Previous researchers hadn’t found evidence of any sort of genitalia, but they hadn’t exactly been looking. Even if all he had were his fingers, you didn’t care. You just needed something. Anything.

But he removed his fingers, kept your underwear pulled to the side, and something unmistakably phallic prodded your cunt.

You pressed your heels against the small of his back, the head of his cock breaching you not enough, and he snarled in response. Fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, he hauled your hips off the table and slid inside you with a single thrust.

There was no air in your lungs to scream with, and honestly, oxygen didn’t seem a priority when it felt like he was going to split you in half. You didn’t know if it was the drugs or the fact you were dripping wet, but it didn’t hurt—in fact, it only ached when he stopped moving.

You sensed a similar restlessness from him, even as he paused to take a breath, he couldn’t hold still, his hips rubbing against yours. Your fingers dug into the thick fabric of his arms as he held your hips at an angle, beyond words and even thoughts at this point.

049 pulled back only a couple of inches before thrusting in again, as if he couldn’t bear to not be buried in your heat. Your fingers increased their grip, and 049 gave an irritated growl at your impatience, snapping his hips forward in answer. You let go of him, pleasantly boneless as he decided to stop testing the new sensations and started to fuck you in earnest. He thrust forward in the same movement of pulling you to him, like you were a thing he was using to chase his own pleasure.

You throbbed around his cock at the idea of being used like his personal toy, and you weren’t sure you could blame it on the drugs.

049 changed his angle, laying almost flat on top of you as he hitched your legs around his waist. Your hips were on the table again as his pace slowed, but the deeper thrusts hit a spot that wound you tighter with each hit.

Your breath staggered and small whimpers escaped. Able to remain silent for most of it, you couldn’t now as you gripped him like a vice.

A litany of French expletives spilled out of him, and the harsh sounding vowels and the loss of control behind them shot straight to your gut. You wrapped your arms around his chest and clung to his back, desperate for something to hold onto, and then you crashed over the edge.

You buried your face in his shoulder and gave a wordless cry, scratching your nails into his thick hide. And still 049 continued to thrust, fucking you as you continued to throb. Something large and warm pressed against your entrance, and you didn’t know what it was, only that you wanted it inside you.

049 hissed and grabbed your thighs, forcing you still when you tried to push back against the barrier, and then he groaned and shuddered. He remained inside you for a moment before he abruptly pulled out, come spilling onto you in thick, white ropes.

The remainder spilled onto the floor as he aimed downward away from you, and you caught sight of the bulbous knot at the base of his cock before he covered himself with his outer robes.

The SCP was trying to catch his breath, and you were doing the same, your thoughts still fuzzy and distant, as if a part of you didn’t want to go back to reality yet. But 049’s eyes were focused and clear, and to your surprise, gazed at you with regret.

“I… did attempt to avoid ejaculation inside you, but I fear I may not have fully succeeded.”

His attention drifted to the door, and at the reminder, you pulled down your skirt and winced at the mess between your legs.

“Why?” you asked as you sat up and tried to collect what was left of your dignity. There wasn’t much to find. “What’s it matter at this point.”

049 turned his focus back on you, his eyes grim.

“Your Foundation may lack humanity, but everything they do is with the intention of an outcome. And what, pray tell, is the outcome one would wish when breeding two assets?”

Two assets? Breeding?

“That’s not… not what this is.” You shook your head. “You’re wrong.”

049 rose to his full height, dwarfing you where you sat on the edge of the table.

“I rarely am.”

He reached forward and took you by the chin. Though it was a gentle gesture, you still trembled at the touch, and the unreadable coldness of his pale eyes.

“And if I’m correct, then we’ll be seeing much more of each other.”

“N-no. This has to be a mistake.” You didn’t believe the words even as you said them, and tears collected unwillingly at the corners of your eyes. “Doctor Puli wouldn’t let them—”

“He would, and he has.”

049 released you and leaned in, so close his mask brushed your neck.

“You’re one of us now, my dear.”

You closed your eyes and the tears spilled down your cheeks. 049’s arms went around your shoulders, and you were too tired to fight it, and you leaned into the embrace. The muffled footfalls of guards outside the door signaled you wouldn’t be alone for much longer, and 049 tightened his grip.

Possessive.

Next Entry

[plaguetheterrible]

Hii please just call me Pollux :3

I was wondering if I could request an SCP ( your character of choice ) or an Undertale skeleton brothers reacting to a friend or a S/O that has extremely long hair? I'd like to imagine them braiding their hair :3

I done all of them lol

Sorry that it took so long I’ve just recently got out of a really bad slump but I’m feeling much better now!

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SCP-049

I think that because of the time that he was from and where, (France in the 1300s I think) he was used to people with extremely long hair.

If you ever ask him to braid your hair, he would with pleasure! (contrary to popular belief he can control whether his deadly touch kills, and how painful the death is.) He’d even ask sometimes if he could fix it.

He'd fix your hair into some of the most beautiful and creative braids you could think of, this man has been around for over 650 years, he has had some time to think of amazing hair styles.

Sans

This man could not care less. I'm just being honest here.

He thinks it’s impressive that someone has so much hair but that’s about it.

He likes to sneak up on you and lightly pull it to playfully startle you.

If you two are together as a couple and you’re cuddling, he'd play with your hair if he’s having trouble sleeping. He hopes it helps you sleep too.

Papyrus

This man, he thinks your hair suits you very much!! And would love to braid it and tell you how amazing it makes you look everyday, and every hour!!

He just loves nearly everything about you if I’m being honest lol

If you ever spar with him he asks you to do something with it so it doesn’t get in the way or somehow smack you in the face.

He’d always offer to braid in at night before you go to bed so it tangles up less and is easier to brush/comb in the morning!

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Hay guys! Otto here! In case you haven’t noticed I’ve been much more active online the past few days! I’m trying to be more active because it’s summer and it seems rude to you guys if I keep you waiting! I just want to thank you all for being patient with me and wanted to let you know I have a lot of free time now to post my art and write you lovely people the fantastic fanfiction you all desire!

That’s all I have to say for right now! goodbye and good day/night/ afternoon!

[maruchan25]

Yooo!! Can you you do something about polyamorous love relationships between scp-035/scp-049/fem reader?? If anything, I'm not rushing, take your time!

hiiiii there thank you for your request I'm sorry if it took me alot it's just I had a busy week! I hope you enjoy it! Gifs not mine!!

-they both falled for you

-they both fighted for you and tried to end each other (mostly 035)

-049 tried to win you being a gentleman as always while 035...well he tried to charm you and even gaslight you to think you would be better with him

-they both pointed the others red flags at you 049 on a sutile way 035 very openly

-but you had enough and confronted them ,you 3 fitted down and started discussing it neither of them agreed they didn't want to share you very hesitated they agreed after alot of times bringing it up

-you 3 are now on a relationship but they prefer not to be affectionate with each other just with you

-049 is the most serious one on the relationship being more a mom than a boyfriend sometimes

-you pass more time with 049 cuz 035 needs new host every certain time but you are with 035 when 049 is "curing people"

-jealousy: they constantly compete to see who has your attention if you kiss one you have to kiss the other

-049 yes gets jealous of 035 when you are passing more time with him but out of that he isn't very jealous he trust you and know you are a women with boundaries while in the other side 035 is jealous and possessive of you if a guy is talking to you he would go and kill him or tell to 049 and make him see that guy as a threat

-poor of the person who dare lay a finger on you he would get a double beat and get zombified

-they are both protective of you they just care alot for you!! If there's a containment breach you have to stay behind them and that's not a question you had to do it

-you 3 sleep together everyone on a side you in the middle they both cuddling you

-049 would appreciate alot if you and 035 don't bother him while he is operating but we both know that's not possible

-they both use pet names very frequently 049 use "mon amour" , "ma cherié" and "honey" while 035 use "sweetie" "sweetheart" and. "Princess" 035 it's more corny in that sense, 049 it's the more formal type

-035 show his love by words 049 by affection and words both

[fizzy-fuzz]

Alright, here's a little poll just for funsies.

For one month you have to stay in a completely blank room with one SCP for 500K

They can't harm you, but if you leave the room you don't get the cash.

I feel like the two most reasonable answers are Cain or 049.

But to avoid getting bored I'm going with 035. Dude has some great stories

[luverz-exe]

Yandere Scp 049 × Female Reincarnated S/O

Thank you for over 100 followers! I'm honored to make a bunch of you happy with my writing, and I'm excited to show you all what else is to come! This is as you can guess, the first one shot in the whole blog! It didn't sit well with me to just leave it as a few headcanons, so here we go!

I took the security part of the request and went with it, I hope you don't mind! If you have any qualms about it, I can always redo it. And FYI for anyone else who wants to request a oneshot, it might take longer than what a headcanon might be, so if it doesn't come at the expected time then I'm sorry.

I am so sorry for the wait, a lot happened in my life, and I had to deal with it. But hey, I found out what I'll write for the surprise! And while I can't say what I have In mind now, I just hope you'll enjoy it in the (hopefully) near future.

"Are you sure? It's your first week on the job, don't you think escorting a Euclid class should be saved for.. later? You know, try and get some work experience beforehand?" Your cousin asked, trying to coax you out of what they thought was a death sentence. "I mean, think about it..."

You walked down the empty halls of the foundation, checking all of your gear making sure it was in proper condition as they tried to convince you to pick an easier job for today. It was supposed to be a 6 to 12, a quick shift, for foundation standards at least, but you took a bit extra to spend a little time with your cousin who worked the shift right after yours. Now you kind of wished you hadn't, with them nagging you about your decision, about your choice for the extra shift.

But you knew they meant well, they always did. And while you admired the fact they careed about you enough to tell you when they thought you were making a bad decision, you were a grown woman who could make decisions by herself. "I've gotten training for this, it's not like they send us in blind, I know what I'm doing. Besides, it's not like I'm doing it alone, there are other trained professionals working on it too. Don't worry about me."

You could hear them mumble something about you being too stubborn, unwilling to admit that you were right. "Besides, I've done my research, we will just be moving the Euclid SCP to a testing room, then back to its cell, easy." You sigh "Look, I'll be sure to contact you about it afterwards if it's such a concern of yours, if that makes you feel better."

The two of you walked down the hall, passing containment area after containment area, as they slowly start resting their hand on your armored shoulder. "But you haven't worked here as long as I have, I know what it's like. It's scary, your first few months. Hell, It's dangerous if you aren't 100% focused and on point, you-"

You interrupt "Then it seems I'll have to be 100% focused and on point then." You smirk, your cheeky grin causing a small smile to appear on their face. "Besides, I'm older than you, haven't you heard that wisdom comes with age?" You teased, now invoking a slight chuckle from them.

"Well, be sure not to die before the wedding, I'll surely be needing that old person wisdom of yours." They winked, patting you back before making a sharp turn to the left, making their way to prepare for their shift.

You look around the hall, making sure that no one is around before shouting "Lord knows you're gonna need it!" And as you continue walking down the hall, you can hear faint laughter from them, some footsteps fading even further away, and a door closing, ensuring that you are all alone with nothing but your thoughts. You slowly gain your composure back, making sure you can do your job without a grin. Had to make a good impression to your new co-workers after all.

You sigh wistfully, before getting out your key card and continuing to walk down the hall, swiping the key card to open the door in front of you. And as you slowly walk towards the future ahead of you, you could feel the slightest bit of pride in your new life. It was going good.

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Your movements sync with your team, and you follow each step of theirs to the single second. Left foot, your eyes stare down at the floor, making sure your movements are timed to perfection as the single file line continues on. Right foot, you don't dare to let your thoughts linger until the task at hand is finished, you have a job to do. There was one person behind you, two in front, you couldn't mess up your synchronization. Left foot, you know you are safe with these experienced members of the foundation by your side. Right foot, so why is your heart beating so rapidly?

...Left foot, you slowly move your gaze from the floor to the back of the person in front of you's helmet. You were now in sync, and with that a newfound sense of ease ran past you. Left, right, left, right, they did not speed up nor did they slow down, leading to perfect synchronization of your unit. How calming for a worrying mind, left foot. You slowly felt more at ease than ever before In your job. No need to think about the danger or the risk, all you needed to do was stay in perfect synchronization with your group.

Right foot, you no longer even had to keep track in your mind, you feel into the pattern naturally. Left foot, you walked passed corridor after corridor, one containment area right after the next, you could feel the pattern slipping away from your mind. It was now an instinct. As it should be.

Your group came to a halt, still standing at attention, single file line in front of a door. Your squad's leader got out of formation from the front of the line and slowly moved towards the end of the line, where a small clipboard was. He picked it up, and slowly started reading the information about the SCP. You heard him mumble "049."

He then put it down, scanning the group still standing single file. "All of you, fall in." Quickly, you now all stood horizontally in front of him. He then continued "Procedure states we must sedate him, now do any of you know how to do that, or did they not go over it in training?" He looked around your squad, seemingly looking for any sign of yes.

The others didn't say much, and if they were anything like you, there's sweat slowly falling down their face. Still standing at attention, you didn't move your head to look at the person that took a step forward towards the squad leader. "No sir." The voice spoke, lighter than expected "They did not go over sedation. Only transferring the SCP from one place to another. They said special cases like this would be taught later on the field."

He sighed at this, and you could swear you could vaguely see a frown under the shaded visor. The voice stepped back in formation, then he began to speak once more. "Well, luckily for you all, I'll teach you." He then went to the opposite side of the hall, opening the door with a keycard, and entering, leaving your group outside.

The soft voice that spoke to the squad leader, now spoke to you. "Hello." They raised their hand for you to shake "It's nice to meet you." You shook their hand, a smile now creeping up upon your face "My name is Jenny, what's yours?" You say your name, and how glad you are to meet them as well.

"That's Rocky, he doesn't talk much" they say, pointing at the final one in the line. "Absolutely a sweetheart though, me and him have been through thick and thin, his story has touched me in a way no one else can." Even from here and the black transparent visor, you could see a big grin coming up on Rocky. "And even after all these years, he's never told me his real name."

You could see Rocky roll his eyes, Jenny quips back without even looking at him "Don't you roll your eyes at me, mister. Some of us don't like that attitude. Every time I ask, you keep changing the name you give me!" As soon as they had finished talking, Rocky approached them, pulled up his visor to show his beautiful dark eyes, and then very dramatically rolls his eyes in front of them. "Rude." Jenny mumbled, still with a smile on their face.

Rocky slowly put his visor down, and got back in formation. He poked Jenny, and she did the same. So, you mimic their movements, making sure your heels were lined up with their own as if you were in the military. That's when you heard the footsteps of your leader, getting ever so close. "Rocky also has good hearing" Jenny whispered to you, as soon as they had stopped to get back in position, the door started to open.

Out came the squad leader, who now stood in front of you "Attention!" He called out, and you all made sure you were in position. You noticed he was holding both a needle and a collar of some kind. "This," he held up the collar, chains falling down as he held it up "is a Class 3 Humanoid Restriction harness. It has a lock, which I have the key to at the moment, and these," he pointed at the chains now hanging off of the harness "are the extension restraints."

"Now, this is what you need to focus on, this is what you sedate him with." He now held up the needle, handing it to you with one hand. "Be sure to get it in his neck," he then looked at Rocky and Jenny "And you two soon after better put that on him and lock him in." He hands Jenny the key, while Rocky gets the harness. "Not very hostile, but don't put your guard down." He said, and slowly got out another keycard.

"Never put your guard down." He whispered, more to himself, and swiped the card. Access granted, the key pad said, and you heard the door unlocking. It then opened, revealing a small cell. You couldn't see who was inside, everyone was crowding at the door, but you could hear a voice. A calm, metallic sounding voice, something resembling a humans speech.

"Ah, good evening. I hope that all has gone well for a fine day, yes?" The voice asked, but to no response. "I see, tough day. Well, let's move this along shall we. Everyone is waiting for what will happen, and we mustn't dawdle." You can hear the rumbling of footsteps, hard walking shoes against the cold hard floor. "Well, come along now, we haven't got all day."

You carefully scoot your way inside, making sure that not a single drop of the sedation would fall. "Ah, good evening, how's your day been thus far?" He asked of you as approached him, preparing to make the needle go inside his skin. You couldn't mess this up, you wouldn't mess this up.

"My day's been fine, how about yours?" You responded, adding leeway for the conversation to continue with the SCP.

"Ah, what a lovely voice, so good to have a chat. I take it's your first time sedating, now isn't it?" You heard laughter coming from it "Well not to worry," they moved a bit of his cloak to get a better view of where the mask ended and where the neck would be, but it was covered in cloth. They pointed to a spot, assumed to be where its neck is "just insert it here."

You saw as the needle approached, it slowly dropped its hand, now sure you'd put it in properly. As you pumped it into him, and brought out the needle, it asked "What is your name, I do not see a name tag of any kind on you."

"Name tags are always removed before entering a SCP's cell now, basic protocol. My name is (Name)." You couldn't tell if the drug was kicking in or it was shock, but you could see SCP 049 tense up. You slowly move out of the way as Jenny and Rocky put on the harness of his, with the squad leader telling them how to properly put it on it.

You couldn't focus on the conversation however, as there was a more pressing issue in your mind. Despite you ending the conversation then and there, the SCP still stared at you with the same shocked and tense expression, its eyes scanning yours for something unknown. "What was that?" Jenny asked the creature "You're mumbling, you know that right?"

049 looked at them and mumbled an apology, but as soon as possible they looked back to you. Eyes now locking with yours. "Alright, stand up" the squad leader asked 049, and they complied. "(Name), hold one of the harnesses, you two do the same." Great, now you'd have to get closer.

As you picked up one of the harnesses, 049 started to speak, but it sounded more like mumbling to himself "Is that really you, my dear? You look so different.." his eyes never left yours.

"That doesn't knock him out, but be sure to take anything he says with a grain of salt," he said to the group "now move out, we haven't got all day!" Slowly, your group started to move. Once out the door, your group's pace quickened.

"Do you remember me?" They asked "It was such a long time ago, it must feel like a faded memory, I bet you hardly remember it at all." He got a bit close to you "But I did. I remembered." You saw Rocky tug on the harness, trying to get them away from you, and they slowly moved back closer to the middle. "How could I forget?"

"Wow, he must be really loopy, huh? Guess that drug was more effective than thought." The leader said, "Just ignore his ramblings, once he gets back to normal he'll apologize."

While the drug limited how loud and fluently they could talk, the SCP spoke once more "They treat me like an animal (Name), only referring to me as a person when it's convenient, when I'm near. But not you, no, I'm a person to you, I always have been." It sounded drunk, almost as if the drug was nothing but alcohol.

Jenny giggled at the little speech it just gave, and it only gave them a side eye, then turning back to you. "You- You look... angelic. I- my goodness. A dove for an angel. That's the best way to describe us right now, correct? None of these dark, vile, crows could be a dove, yes?"

It sounded religious, like a prayer, an erratic saying of devotion. "I missed you, I missed you being near, and by my side. I miss-"

"My apologies," you interrupt "but we've never met before. Perhaps the name is similar to someone close, but sadly, I am not. Perhaps when this drug wears off, we can have a nice civil chat, I'm sure your interviewer might allow it." You try and be nice, but you don't want to say you don't see 'him' as a person. Not yet, it will have to earn the title.

"...Yes, we can talk." They said with a cheery attitude, almost ignoring most of what you had said. "Yes, you must hear of how lonely I was when you went, oh how the night before we had danced the night away. Hand in hand. Sleeping in the same bed, but the next morning, you were not there. And while we can no longer dance the night away, perhaps we can chat it away, my dear."

How dramatic, sounds like something straight out of a play. Testing room after testing room, after a few more minutes you had finally met your destination. "No, I am not ready to go. Not yet. My dear, no..." His mumblings and his rambles made all three of you uncomfortable, but the leader just stood with a poker face.

"Don't worry, Loverboy, (Name) will still be here when you finish. Now go on and get inside." He then yelled out to the interviewers and researchers "AND SOMEONE GET THIS DRUG OUTTA HIM.*

They looked confused, one even tilted their head. "But, with all due respect, what did you give him?"

It was now his turn to be confused "What do you mean? I gave him CO-491, the standard protocol sedation tool for 049! Did you all change it, cause now he's all loopy and talking about (Name) as if she's its lover!"

He pointed at you, and you could see all heads turn "What the sedation is, is a mix of lavender and a few more chemicals to calm him down. This has been done time and time again.*

"He's fully sentient and aware of what he's saying and doing." The researcher then looked at you "Would you mind telling us what happened?"

You saw one interviewer come out with a frown "He keeps asking for a (Name). Says he won't talk unless (Name's) there." All eyes turned to you "Well are you coming?"

"... Alright." You looked through the one way window, 049 looked calm, but you couldn't tell whether it was because he was alone or because he had asked for you. The interviewer brought out their key card and swiped it, opening the door.

"Here they are 049, as requested." The interviewer said. You walked through the door, and you could feel his cold gaze on yours.

"My darling (Y/N), please, have a seat. There is much we must discuss."

[sixsixtwenty]

Scp 049 x Reader

NOONES POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[proshiprodent]

Yandere! SCP 049 Headcanons

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

SFW

God does he love you.

Though you guys were both unaware at first

He thought it was just a feeling of friendliness and care

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

He then started to feel something different in him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW

ohgod-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theres no way he doesnt have a dacryphilia kink

Fucks you for hours and says its for research LMAOO

HE WILL MAKE YOU BEG I WILL DIE HERE

sorry i dont have much im so tired rn 💀

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

"Finally I have you all to me.."

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

[hotpinkboots]

haha funi short 049 x reader because I was bored 🤩

You feel the creature's cold, deadly hands run up your stomach. He is on his knees in front of you, between your soft thighs- the monster breathes loudly, his hands trembling at your soft skin.

"I have not touched a living being in ages." 049 states, his voice shaking like he was witnessing something so breathtaking that it brought him to tears.

"Not one that stays alive, at least..." He adds in a hushed tone. The SCP's fingers quiver terribly as he reaches to the warmth of your chest. The doctor can feel your heart beating. He thinks it beats for him. Just for him. You are an angel sent for him to worship. The only thing that stays alive under his touch.

"You are....divine. Pure."

049 mumbles various compliments to you as he continues worshipping your body, his hand fitting itself gently around your throat to feel your pulse point, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep himself grounded. He is touching you all over. His hands never stop trembling- frightened that you'll fall dead to his touch at any moment.

He is terribly hungry for you. You are soft, you are untainted of the pestilence, you are not treating him as though he is a monster. He wishes you would touch him as gently as he is touching you. His angel. His pretty angel.

His voice drops almost emotionally.

"You are...perfection."