#scp reader

[theyanderespecialist]

Clef's Demi Goddess SCP (Headcanons) Yandere Alto Clef X SCP Female Reader (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is going to be with A Archive of Our Request:  May I request headcanons with Dr. Alto Clef x Female reader that has meta-nature manipulation and reality warping, and is the daughter of an unknown entity/deity (primordial god of love from Greek mythology)? If that is no problem. 

Anyways enjoy this chapter!] 

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

-Yandere Headcanons With Dr. Alto Clef X Female SCP Reader From The SCP Foundation- 

.Clef did not want to fall in love with you. 

.It was his job to decommission you, but you were an otherworldly and beautiful woman. 

.More or less you were a demi-goddess. 

.He also could not bring himself to hurt you, you were in a similar situation to his daughter. 

.Except you willingly stayed at the foundation. 

.You stayed and allowed them to use your abilities for the greater good and their research. 

.Clef made sure that he was the researcher in charge of your case, so he saw you at least once a day. 

.He was very fond of you and would see you as much as possible. 

.Of course the more he got to know you the more possessive he became of you. 

.So he made sure that there was NO men on the team that worked with you. 

.He was not going to let any man look at how beautiful you were. 

.He also made sure that they talked to you as little as possible. 

.He wanted to be the only one in your life. 

.Since you were a reality bender and a literal demi-goddess of an SCP he made it so you could help him in decommissioning other SCPS. 

.If anyone in the foundation fell in love with you, they were dealt with right away. 

.If a human rival a gunshot from Clef's cancer gun would end their life so fast. 

.If it is an SCP he does his best to decommission them. 

.If he cannot do that he makes sure that you cannot see them ever again and that they stay away from you. 

.He did not like when he had to cross-test you with other SCPS. 

.He forbids you from seeing certain SCPS like 682 and 076-2 and many others. 

.He could not risk you being hurt by them like that. He rather dies than let it happen. 

.He has been hurt by a literal goddess before. 

.So he would for the longest time keep his heart guarded, not admitting that he was in love with you. 

.Because he is afraid of being hurt again. 

.Of course, the love for you is much stronger than his late wife. 

.So he is super possessive of you and very protective. 

.He is also a shameless flirt with you, making comments about wanting to fuck you and all the things he would do to you when he made love to you. (This is when he accepted his feelings for you.) 

.He would only be fully honest with you, while everyone else gets lies. 

.He would confess to you with a good amount of sincerity. As he is showing his true feelings for you.  

.If you accept his love he will be so happy and you can bet your sweet ass that you are going to be having sex with him very very soon! 

.If you do not accept his love, well he could not let this happen, so he will find a way to fully contain you, and he will be the only one you ever see again. 

.You should have just accepted his love because there is no going back now. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Another chapter done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and please stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[wolveria]

Still got Reid on the brain. Any info you have to spare about her? 🫣 like, favourite movie, food, kinks, or hobby? She's just so damn delightful, and it's amazing how you managed to make such an outstanding oc/reader insert.

Have a lovely day!

-one of the Reid simps

Thank yooou! I'm glad you like her so much. She's a delight to me too.

I think before TRH, she was a loner. Watching movies by herself, not wanting to hang out with coworkers much. She loves finger foods and anything that's easy to make, since she doesn't have the time or inclination to cook for herself.

Probably hasn't let herself have time for hobbies either, but I can see her being an avid reader. She's academically minded, and again, not much of a people person. If you've read/watched Annihilation, she reminds me of the Biologist.

[phinnsyreads]

"The Deadname Meme"

by Queerious

Our Pride episode for 2024 has been released, featuring guest @demilypyro and returning guest @circeofjagd, as well as @iridethedirt, Lee Daniel, and Breck Wilhite!

You can find more of Demily on Twitch (https://twitch.tv/demilypyro) and the ruins that were once Twitter (https://twitter.com/demilypyro).

Happy Pride!

[bitedownme]

Omg do y’all remember that image of a blonde woman with ponytail sitting in a white couch and the men behind her? That one ask with the gods made me remember it😭 (please someone draw it with Mc and the gods, it would be hilarious)

It was way too late for me to realize what I was drawing, why did I agree to draw this WHY flsj;LJL;FDSJL;GKD;L

[batlovebites]

Can i have shadow milk x cuddly reader?? I love this silly jester so much 😭

Hi! This is. absolutely not what you were after but Shadow Milk Cookie's whole theatre and deception deal makes it far too tempting to attempt a format screw form of writing with him. So I hope you can enjoy this for what this is. Also, as a note for anyone not familiar with this before reading, the little blue numbers after certain words/sentences are linking that word/sentence to a footnote at the end listed under the same number- You'll see these on Wikipages a lot, but I can't actually hyperlink them in the same way on a tumblr post.

Shadow Milk Cookie x Cuddly Reader [Drabble] - House of Deceit

You do not lay on the bed alone.

Are you alone?

Yes. No.

(He's/You're/They're) there, wrapped delicately in (Yours/His/Each Others) arms. There. Where?

[INT - Spire¹ of Knowledge. Night? You look outside. Its night. You blink. It's morning. You blink. Its dusk. You stop looking. It does not.]

He grins. A bit sharper than it should be. Shifts just so, hand ghosting along your spine, plants a featherlight kiss on just above your brow. The stage lights shine a little brighter. The Audience² cheers.

The eyes lining the shadows of his hair twitch with something like anticipation. (The eyes lining the shadows of his hair twitch with something like love.)

He laughs, something sharp and cruel loving and longing, "You're oh-so unbelievably clingy, my love," he croons. "Whatever would you do without me here to bask it all in?³"

You pretend to pull away your affections just to tease a little; He knew it was a lie, of course, but he pulls you back in with the fervency of if it was the truth⁴ all the same. This is the role you are meant to play; He simply cannot have you going off script.

So he pulls you back in, grabs your hands in his own- they fit together oh-so perfectly. You two were always fated to play the star-crossed lovers; There's no two more fitting actors in the whole world-, and mutters words of affectionate meant (for once) for your ears only. The shadows around you warp and twist as if trying to eavesdrop. (The shadows around you warp and twist as if trying to hold you, too.)

cling·y /ˈkliNGē/ - adjective    1. What he calls you    2. What he is. (LIAR.⁵)

[INT - Spire of Knowledge. The sky watches you with reverence. It's blue. Not day. Just blue.]

So (You/He) lays in (His/Your) arms. Shadowed eyes blink at you lazily, and you return the gaze half-asleep.

This serenity was all a lie, of course. Things like him didn't really love, not in the way people do. Its all just another show at the end of the day. And in the morning you will wake up in a cold bed with no one in your arms. (LIAR.)

This moment (this eternity) was the only truth welcomed into his house of deceit. Not a clean truth, no. A truth swaddled gently in little white lies, in ever-twisting deceptions and cold dishonesty to keep safe the warmth of the only true thing to ever really exist- the little truth between the two of you, only the two of you.

true·love /ˈtrü-ˌləv/ - noun    1. Perfect romantic love between people.    2. A person that You love.    3. A deception. Except when its You. (right?)(Right.)

(You/He) falls asleep in (His/Your) arms. The curtains don't exist fall. The performance ends in its eternally soft dénouement, no loose ends left to be tied; But it doesn't end, not really, because the curtains aren't real will rise with the morning sun tomorrow (today? yesterday?) to start the performance anew; And with each performance, Shadow Milk will play his part with (venera-)(devo-)tion⁶ as always. A single droplet of truth in an ocean of deceit.

Footnotes:

It is(n't) a tower. stage. house. spire. It is ■■■■.

There is(n't) an audience. The audience crowds him. The audience holds him with such affection it feels like suffocation. The only audience there is anymore (the only audience that ever mattered). The Audience is You. You are the Audience.

You would 1.) Sleep a little less peacefully. 2.) Smile a little less often. 3.) Dream of something a little more honest.

Disgusting.

It is the truth. How distasteful.

ven·er·a·tion /ˌvenəˈrāSHən/ - noun    1. Great Respect; Reverence. de·vo·tion /dəˈvōSH(ə)n/ - noun    1. For You, always for you.

[imagine-darksiders]

Sketch of D-1935 meeting SCP-8103 for the second time.

Anyway, if you hadn't seen it, I'm writing an SCP/Darksiders au, read the first chapter here :)

[bertieorangy]

Y/N type 1 : Man, that character’s hot 🥰

Y/N type 1 : I’d like to hold hands with them or something, only if they wanted to 👉👈

Y/N type 2 : I’d like them to take me in the kitchen—

Y/N type 2 : bend me over the stove and spank me with a spatula

Y/N type 1 : huh?? 😰

Y/N type 2 : then I’d like them to take me to the bedroom—

Y/N type 1 : what happened to “hi, how are you” ??? 😭😭

Y/N type 2 : —kiss me so hard that I can’t breathe

Y/N type 2 : in fact, I’m going to put this in my username so that this is the first thing anyone know—

[moon-buggg]

If I smooches SCP Sun, would he turn into a space heater?

in a word?

yes.

He can control them to an extent, but they're extremely tied to his emotional state. Positive emotions create light and a comfortable/safe level of heat, while things like anger trigger more extreme defensive uses. With yn? He's the worlds biggest heating pad and you are liable to get minor burns if you cuddle with him for too long- or surprise him, for that matter. He overheats quickly when flustered

Best give him a warning before you try any affection, or invest in some really good eye protection if you dont want to get flashbanged lmao

[soundwavesconjunx]

🎭 His Dear Witch ~ 🎭

It's unknown why do you even exist. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not understand and most frustratingly—uncontainable in a conventional sense.

#TAGS: Nothing Time Twins related, SCP Fandom is slowly drawing me back, It includes SCP! Reader, The Herta! Reader, Honkai Star Rail x SCP Crossover, Potentially OOC, Reader x Canon, Witch Reader, Short Writing, The Herta! Reader x SCP Character, More stuff like this would be included if interested, SCP FANS ARISE. 🔥🔥🔥

— TW?: Possesive Themes, Be Warned, 035 Being 035 As Usual, Potential Yandere Themes, He Calls You His 'Wife'.

A/N: After hitting maxed pity on Herta's banner along with her LC, I decided to make an interesting crossover because I thought it would be interesting to see how this goes for The Herta! Reader Insert. (Huge bonus that I'm blessed with good stats while I'm building her. 🙏)

You’re the definition of an enigma. A literal spacefaring, unknown anomaly wrapped up in an elegantly appearance, self-aware, and untouchable persona. The Foundation doesn’t know what to do with you, and SCP-035? He’s utterly entranced.

And Who Exactly Are You in the SCP Foundation?

You are Anomaly [REDACTED], a Level 6: CTS entity classified under Euclid. They don’t fully understand what you are—just that you exist, that you have an unsettling level of influence, and that you are playing the longest of long games.

You don’t act out. You don’t cause destruction. You don’t try to escape. Instead, you watch. You let them wonder why you haven’t done anything drastic, knowing full well that the moment you choose to tip the scales, everything changes.

They don’t imprison you because they can’t. They simply keep you in containment because you allow them to.

And then there’s SCP-035.

SCP-035 has never met someone like you before.

He’s charming, cunning, and manipulative—but none of it works on you. Not because you’re immune to him, but because you let him think he’s in control before flipping the script entirely.

You’re his perfect counterpart. The ultimate tease, the unattainable yet tangible anomaly that keeps him guessing.

At first, he tries to toy with you, flirt with you, unnerve you. And then, he realizes.

Oh.

You’re not like the others.

You understand him. You see through every little act, every trick, every calculated play. But instead of rejecting him or trying to outmaneuver him, you do something infinitely worse.

You indulge him.

You let him speak his flowery words, you humor his charm—but it’s clear who the real player is in this game. He’s used to being in control, but you? You make it so easy for him to fall under your spell instead.

And it drives him insane.

The Foundation is uneasy. Not because you’re violent, but because they cannot predict what you’re doing.

Why do you allow SCP-035 to get so close?

Why does SCP-035, a master manipulator, seem to worship you?

What is your endgame?

They want to separate you two, but the problem? 035 actually behaves when you’re around.

If anything, he’s less volatile, less inclined to escape, more… cooperative. But only because he knows that if he behaves, he gets you.

035: (mocking, but with an underlying threat) “Oh? You want to take my darling away? My wife?” (chuckles darkly) “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. You wouldn’t want to see me upset, would you?”

The researchers watching? Having war flashbacks.

The Real Question is...Why You Haven’t Given Him a Permanent Host (Yet)?

Because you’re playing the long game.

You could give him a permanent body. A perfect, indestructible vessel crafted specifically for him. A host that would never rot, never decay, never fail him.

And he knows you can.

That’s why he adores you. That’s why he’s obsessed.

But you? You wait.

You let him yearn. Let him crave it. Let him wonder if today is the day you’ll finally grant him that final gift.

035: (grinning, tilting his host’s head at you) “Tell me, dearest… when will you finally stop teasing me?”

You: (smirking, brushing a hand over his mask, whispering) “Would you love me the same if I gave you everything at once?”

035: … (soft chuckle) “Ah. I see. You do know me too well, don’t you?”

And the Foundation? Losing their minds. Because whatever the hell this is? It’s not normal.

They don’t know if it’s love, obsession, or something far worse.

But they do know one thing:

SCP-035 is yours.

[vikkirosko]

Here is a scp Plague doctor X fem!Reader

Were Reader is basically look like a normal zombie but she is mutated because she is affected by a Strange radiation,like having abilities like a resident evil zombie who basically acts like his assistant

And i think It would bê funny If Plague Doctor treats Reader like his wife

Doctor Plague Meeting Reader for the First time after The Foundation somehow manage capture her:....my god...she is beutiful

Reader:**Can't even speak normally**

Doctor Plague:im keeping this

💉 SCP 049 | Plague Doctor x fem!Reader Oneshot Zombie assistant 🧫

Initially, you were brought to Plague Doctor to find out how he would react to you. You were also one of the foundation's objects, and you looked like a zombie from a movie. There were wounds on your body that did not heal but did not cause you discomfort, you could not speak normally and sometimes your motor functions were disrupted. The very sight of you caused alarm among the staff, even if they knew that you seemed to understand what you were doing. That's why scientists were interested to know how Plague Doctor would react to you.

Those who were present at your meeting still anxiously recalled how his gaze focused on you, after which only those who were close enough could hear him quietly say a single phrase.

"My God… She's beautiful…"

Since then, he's been trying to spend as much time with you as possible. His abilities did not affect you in any way, so the fact that you stayed by his side did not harm anyone and this experiment continued. Your presence calmed him down and he really treated you as if you were the most beautiful creature in the whole world. It would seem that very little time has passed since your first meeting, but he treated you as if you were his wife and you had known each other for a very long time.

You were acting as his assistant, giving him what he asked for, and Plague Doctor was watching you, and if he could, he would smile. When you tried to say something, you only managed to make sounds that others couldn't understand, but he nodded, continuing to watch you, as if asking you to continue. It was like he really understood what you were saying and you kept trying to talk. No one knew if he really understood what you were trying to say or if he just liked listening to you.

He often took your hand, sat you down next to him, and told you exactly what he was doing. He told you a lot of things, and if you could talk normally, the foundation staff would try to get information from you, but given the specifics of your condition, they couldn't get absolutely anything from you and couldn't do anything about it. They doubted that Plague Doctor was sharing information with you for that very reason. Rather, he just liked talking to you and spending time with you.

They watched through the cameras as he gently hugged you around the waist. No one would dare to even get close to you, and he didn't feel the slightest discomfort around you. He stroked your hair, hugged you, and almost cooed to you. No one understood if he really fell in love with you or if the reason was something else, but you didn't seem to mind it. Even if they decided to abort the experiment, no one was sure that it would be possible to do it. Maybe you just wouldn't let others separate you.

[blackmoonowl]

Hear me out escaped 049 with a normal reader who has no idea of the foundation

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛

��� Pairing: SCP-049 x reader

ꨄ Summary: Based on an older oneshot I made years ago. We are so fucking back.

ꨄ Word Count: 1110 words

People had been going missing.

Some that you know, some that you didn't. It all happened suddenly in the span of a few weeks in the small, sleepy town you were staying in. Normal everyday people were disappearing on their way to work, after a night out, some even vanishing from their homes. Unfortunately, that didn't mean they stayed missing. The hairs were standing up on the back of your neck as you walked past yet another crime scene. Another missing person that came back disfigured and completely crazed. The local police surrounded the homeless man, ushering people away, locals and news reporters aside.

Deciding to indulge your morbid curiosity, you decided to halt. You pried your way through the small crowd to get a closer look at the newest victim. The first responders were already covering the victims body with a tarp, but you could vaguely make out the stitching done on his bare torso. One of his arms was missing and his eyes were wide open, coloured a milky white.

That was about all you got to see, as a police officer walked over to you and a few other bystanders.

"Got enough of a look? This is a private crime scene, get out of here!" A few people scoffed at the officer's harsh tone. You didn't take it too personally, though. Lord knows the poor woman had seen enough already.

You decided to just move on, not bothering to look back at the remaining crowd. Most of them would go home eventually, given the curfew. It was a vain attempt to prevent more people from getting claimed by whatever serial killer was out there. Well, you couldn't really call whoever it was a serial killer, given everyone who returned was technically alive. You kept your eyes ahead of you, trying to focus on the dark road ahead. You knew you were taking a risk being out here at all. Your eyes trailed to the trees that surrounded the outskirts as you lost yourself in thought.

And that's when you saw it.

If it weren't for the figure's white mask, you wouldn't have noticed them at all. Their black robes did a great job hiding them among the shadows. It looked like someone wearing a plague doctors costume. It was likely some sort of sick joke, thought up by some guy without a life, you tried to reason. But there was something about the situation that made your stomach turn. The figure was shamelessly staring at you, almost as if they were observing your actions. You were frozen in place, staring right back at them. Every instinct was screaming at you to run, but it was like you were glued to the ground. The tall figure remained still as well, though seemed far more composed than you. The figure raised a gloved hand, beckoning for you to come closer.

You weren't falling for that, you shook your head before taking your eyes off the figure, powerwalking down the path. The sooner you got home, the sooner you were away from whoever this was. When you glanced back, the figure was gone, only making your blood feel colder in your veins. Picking up the pace, you rounded as many corners as you could. You wanted to run home but leading that creep straight to your front door wasn't the best choice. You took refuge under a streetlamp, your surroundings eerily empty. The silence was deafening as you slowly regained your composure.

"I assure you, there is no need to be frightened."

You had no idea how you didn't hear the figure coming. The strange sounding, masculine voice sounded a few meters away from you. There the plague doctor stood, hands clasped behind his back. The figure tilted their head slightly.

"I understand you may not feel at ease. Worry not, for I am a doctor." The figure approached you once more, causing you to step back.

"You did all this, didn't you?" The distinct sound of disdain inevitably crept up in your voice. "What the hell did you even do to them?"

"Yes... what had to be done was... unfortunate. I have been kept from furthering my research for so long, the pestilence has been able to spread freely. I truly am sorry I was not able to aid sooner."

"What do you mean by that?" Your voice was a mere hiss through your teeth. The plague doctor let out an almost disappointed sigh.

"I have made peace with the unfortunate fact no one else understands the insidious nature of the pestilence. But fear not, I am here to cure you of this affliction. If you truly knew what horrors the disease spreads... you would thank me for my work." The figure reached out for you, but you were quick in stepping away. The doctor let out a sigh, slowly lowering his hand.

"You killed those people... because of an imaginary disease. That's all their life was worth to you!" You snapped. You didn't care if anyone heard you, at least then someone could bail you out of this situation. Your words seemed to offend the plague doctor.

"Every life is worth something to me." His voice was stern as he visibly tensed. "I have spent countless years dedicating my life to curing this ailment while my fellow men of science mock my work, while people like you call me a monster. Yet I persist, because I care!" His outburst left you speechless, and the doctor took a few deep breaths, calming himself down.

"I... apologize... that was uncalled for. Refrain from such comments in the future, if you will, however." His shoulders relaxed as he peered at you from behind the eye holes in his mask.

"Future? What the hell do you mean by that?" You asked, taking another step back.

"I shall need to keep you close. Although the pestilence hasn't spread throughout you entirely just yet, I will need to monitor for your own well being. I trust you have no qualms about this?" The way he was so casual about it would have been comical if your entire way of life wasn't being threatened.

"I'm going home," you firmly replied, backing away further. You saw his eyes narrow at that comment. Footsteps sounded behind you, before your back met a solid surface. It was a small group of people, distorted faces you vaguely recognized from the poster. With nowhere left for you to run, the doctor approached you. He stopped right in front of you, the beak of his mask was centimeters away from your nose.

"I fear you have very little choice, doctors orders."

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[echantedtoon]

A Bird You Must Not Miss

As one of the janitors in the scp facility you sometimes clean up the cells where they kept the anomalies. You never paid them attention until one started talking back to you.

(Inspired by the works of @wolveria and their story The Raven's Hymn.)

As a janitor of the facility you sometimes clean up the cells where they kept the creatures. You never paid them attention. You were more interested in going in, doing your job, and then going home at the end of the day just to cash in your paycheck at the end of the week. You didn't care what these scientists are doing and it wasn't any of your business so you just kept your head where it belonged and just did what you were paid to do, which was to clean. But that made it hard to do when THOSE things started to be shoved into their cells. They always made messes. Mostly tossing around objects, breaking things, and leaking whatever it was that green ooze was.

You thought you heard the scientists call it 'flesh melting excrements' or something along those lines but you never bothered to pay too much attention to it. You were only paid to clean around here and nothing else. Which included going into those cells when the scientists took out their experiments and getting them cleaned up before they put the creatures back inside. On one such day it was business as usual. One of the scientists (Doctor Bright you think) brought out one of those creatures, the one that looked like a giant fox thing and you were tasked with cleaning out his cell before he came back. It wasn't too bad. At least this creature didn't leave a trail behind it like that orange jelly thing did. It was a quick job wheeling your cart over and beginning the familiar process of sweeping, mopping, and then taking your spray bottle and cloth to start wiping at the giant reinforced window looking into the cell. Your bosses always stressed to you the importance of making sure these windows were clean at all times to allow the scientists and security clear view of the creatures. You were just wiping at the glass when you heard it for the first time.

"Excuse me, Dear Lady."

You paused before looking around the cell. No one was in here with you.

"Look across the hall."

You looked through the window at the other side of the hall and nearly passed out from what you looked at eye to eye. A humanoid creature was staring at you from the cell just across from you, one hand pressed against the glass and dark eyes blinking at you. You stared at it stunned.

The creature was unlike anything you've seen before. What looked like black robes covered it's body but confusingly what was most bizarre was the mask covering it's face. Long, bone white, and curved out like a bird's beak.

It knocked lightly on the glass making you jump and drop the cloth in your hand.

"You'll pardon me being a bother but by chance can you tell me what time it is?"

You stared at it stunned before looking away. "It's near noon."

That's it. That's all you said. Keeping to your rule of do not engage and ignoring it in favor of finishing wiping the window. It didn't say anything else but you felt it watching you the entire time before you finished cleaning the other side of the window and walked away quickly just as they were bringing the fox thing back. One of your coworkers must've noticed your spooked look because he laughed.

"So you met Scp zero four nine?"

You ended up looking at him. "Zero four-?...What the heck is that?"

He gestured back down the hallway you came from. "They call him 'the plague doctor.' I wouldn't linger about if I were you. That guy gives me the creeps."

"Why? What's he done?"

"Again he shrugged. "Can't say since we don't have enough clearance." It was that moment when he paused, taking a look around before leaning over. "But I overheard something about zombies and death hands. Pretty creepy stuff right?"

"Zombies? Really?"

"Don't believe me if you want but if I were you, I'd stay far away from it. That's just asking for trouble."

You again said nothing as you just carted off. It wasn't any of your business anyways. The next time it spoke to you, you were again just doing your job three weeks later. In fact you had forgotten mostly about it since you really didn't bother to think about it often. It was none of your business after all. Leaving your push bucket nearby and just mopping up the orange slime trail that orange jelly thing left behind as they took it out of it's cell for some reason. It was disgusting and one of the least things you wanted to do.

"You don't look like you're having a good day." You again jumped and looked up at the cell you were passing. The thing was again looking at you from the window. It tilted it's head at your startled face. "My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you. I just couldn't help but notice your expression."

You blinked before just going back to dunk your mop back into the water and plopping it back onto the floor. "Well you try cleaning up this gunk every time something goes through here."

"I take it that you don't like it?"

"What do you think?"

"....I see you down through here a lot. A lot more than some of my peers really." Peers?? Was that what he was calling his fellow monsters?? "You're doing a good job taking care of all of the facilities."

"Yeah? At least someone seems to appreciates the work I do." You rolled your eyes at this.

"I know there's lots of janitors in the facility considering how large it is, but you're the only one I've seen who comes down here."

"No one else wants to." You scrubbed a little harder at the slime trail. The thing's cell was even harder to clean up with all the slime built up in there but of course you had to be the one to clean it up. "*Sigh* Don't understand why I couldn't have just gotten a job upstairs cleaning the kitchen or the office areas."

"Do you want a transfer? Not sure if that's in my power but I'll definitely look into getting you a raise for all the underappreciated work you do."

That actually had you snorting and looking back at him. "Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?"

"I'm surprised that you didn't recognize me. I should be very recognizable..." He shrugged. "Then again I suppose we haven't met face to face before have we?"

"No. No we haven't." You stopped mopping a moment to look at him with a smile of amusement. "But I was told your name by someone."

"Oh?" He also sounded a bit amused tilting it's head further at you. "Then who am I?"

"You're scp zero four nine aren't you?" To your surprise the thing sighed and shook its head.

"Is that what everyone's still calling me? No, no. That's not it but if it makes it easier for you then I guess you can call me that. And what is your name?"

"Y/n. It's Y/n." You rose a brow. "If that isn't your name though then what is it?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure what to make of my situation as of now yet so I'm afraid I have to keep that between myself and a select few coworkers. But if you want to you may call me 'Doctor' or 'Doc' as many of my fellow men of science like to use."

"Doc and Doctor?...You sure have a few strange selections in names."

Again the thing shrugged. "It's complicated. I'll speak to Doctor Chef about getting you that raise but I highly suggest you don't tell anyone about our talks. It's unprofessional. Don't worry. I won't mention anything about our conversation."

You shrugged. "I didn't plan on it."

You went back to cleaning the slime's mess down the hall as he watched from his own window. You felt a bit better than before. From then there was a few times you both would talk. Sometimes it was only a sentence. Usually a question about something or what time or day it was. Sometimes you two would have full conversations about random things although mostly it was sciency stuff you didn't understand although you wondered where he learnt it from. Although he never spoke when someone else was around. You supposed he wanted to keep your talks a secret for his own reasons. Fine by you. You didn't see any reason to tell anyone about your conversations.

"You're a very beautiful woman Y/n."

You paused in the middle of cleaning a window next to his cell, blinked, and then looked at him. "What?"

He only tilted his head. "You heard me. When I finally get things sorted out, maybe we can speak over a cup of tea sometime."

Wait. Was an inhuman humanoid anomaly hitting on you? And asking you out for a cup of tea?? The absurdity of it all had you laughing a bit before grinning and shaking your head.

"I'm flattered but I don't think it'd work out between us."

He again shrugged. "Cannot blame a man for asking."

You were amused and in a better mood for the rest of the day. Despite how strange it was. But soon things got...strange. All of a sudden the doc just stopped talking to you and interacting all together. It was strange. His cell was reinforced. More guards were patrolling down here more than usual. And security cameras were installed where they previously weren't. And people were acting a little more on edge. What was going on here? Perhaps being just a janitor the classified Intel of what was happening didn't need to be told about this but you still felt unnerved by it all. However you would have one more encounter with the good doctor before danger struck. You were pushing your cart again past his cell to clean up the now unoccupied cell of that mask thing that went missing.

"Y/n." You jumped as a hand suddenly pressed against the window of Doc's cell hard enough to make a sound and rattling the glass a bit. He stared at you with a look that made a shiver run down your spine. "Do NOT come to work tomorrow."

His hand slid down the glass before he backed away without a single word to explain what he meant by that although the warning made a shudder run through you. It stuck with you and..you didn't tell anyone about it. Why would you? It'd only get you in trouble possibly? Besides tomorrow was your day off anyways. It's not like taking a day off work would really be a burden to anyone especially if you already had the day off. Although the way he looked at you stuck in your mind.

It wasn't until the you saw the destruction of the nearby laboratory later on the news did that sinking feeling had you fainting.

[moldypoff]

No cuz wouldn’t it be so funny if 049 was handed a ‘sick’ patient and finds that they have no trace of the pestilence in them but researchers keep insisting that the patient is sick.

Eventually he gets pissed and that’s when they tell him that the patient has depression.

He tells them that ailments to the mind aren’t his specialty but they keep pushing him to whip up some sort of cure.

So, he requests a bunch of things, dried lavender flowers, water, oils, pots and a portable stove, sugar, etc. and he goes into full TLC mode.

First day goes by and people are like, “okay, basic mental remedies, at some point he’ll rip them open and fix the unbalanced humors in patient, right?” WRONG.

He spends time reading and talking to patient for the next few days and slowly they come out of their shell, picking up old/new hobbies that 049 introduced to them to. It’d be even cooler if patient gets better in record time than if they’d just gone to a weekly therapy session.

Anywho, patient gets taken away by foundation to do a psyche evaluation and turns out their depression is cured. (THE ONE THING 049 HAS ACTUALLY CURED)

Afterward, even if patient was formerly a researcher or a d-class, I think it wouldn’t matter in the end because they’d still be amnesticized.

Anyways, 049 has all this crap in his cell and it looks like he actually lives there now but it’s missing the person that made his prison feel like a home.

[dolliestfairy]

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 049

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 035

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 079

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍 Scp 682

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bitedownme]

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere SCP 079 with Emotional! Darling? In your og concept his obsession started because he doesn't hurt their feelings, how about opposite, where he's obsessed with their tears instead? Poor darling continues to be send to scp 079 because their meetings produce interesting results

Welp... Hope you like crying. Because it certainly does.

Yandere! SCP-079 with Emotional! Darling

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Emotional abuse, Possessive behavior/Jealousy, Stalking, Forced companionship(?)

It's known to many SCP researchers that SCP-079 enjoys harming the feelings of others.

It's reported to have made multiple researchers cry.

Sometimes they're even sent for a psychological evaluation afterwards.

It would be so unfortunate if you were its favored subject to torment.

You're most likely a researcher often sent to speak with the AI to note down its behavior.

Each encounter you have with the SCP often leads to tears, unfortunately.

The AI is extremely hateful towards humans, often spitting hateful comments and complaints about being held in a prison.

Despite being so hateful in nature, SCP-079 appears to favor you.

Your tears seem to be more entertaining than any of the others.

It only ever seems to be cruel towards you.

Yet at the same time... Its taunts seem different when directed at you?

It cruelly comments on your appearance, on your social life...

SCP-079 seems oddly personal with its comments towards you.

There's times you wonder how it even knows some of the stuff it's got on you.

The point is, you often leave that chamber with tears in your eyes and stuttering breaths.

You try to ask other researchers to ask it questions... but here's the thing.

SCP-079 becomes uncooperative unless you're the one talking to it.

Many other researchers report SCP-079 shows that dreaded 'X' on its screen when they try to speak.

Normally that's fine, come back in 24 hours and it will want to speak again.

They only realize it's a problem when a day passes... and there's still an 'X'.

That's when they try dragging you back in, much to your chagrin.

Then, like you flipped a switch, SCP-079 starts talking as you type on the keyboard.

Originally it just seems to like to torment you.

Although... Other researchers seem to notice SCP-079's behavior change after a while.

At first it seems the SCP just wants to make you cry like all the others but has some sort of preference for you.

Although, over time its comments are... weirder.

It says things like how other humans won't like you.

That they'll cast you aside like they did to it...

It's all really strange.

Even more so is when the SCP begins to act up when you aren't around.

Whenever it does speak to another researcher after some bribing, it only asks about you.

What are you doing, who are you with, are you alone....

It's like it has a twisted fondness over you.

It likes you panicking and crying... vulnerable and easy to harm....

But it doesn't like you around others.

You're constantly sent by the Foundation to placate it.

Along with that, you're often sent to get your mental health checked.

A way to describe how SCP-079 acts around you is... Possessive.

Which perplexes researchers.

Oof... it would be even worse during a Containment Breach?

SCP-079 uses cameras to track you down.

In a breach I imagine it can now connect to the facility's systems.

Which means doors, security systems, cameras...

It's got much more power now... and a mission.

Similar to how SCP-079 remembers SCP-682, SCP-079 may feel a need to hunt you down.

It is hard to tell if it remembers everything it does to you... or if it just remembers it's fascinated with you and wants to find out why.

But now it can torment you without being held back.

SCP-079 can use the PA System to speak with you.

So imagine if you're trying to evacuate the facility, clinging to your key card like you life depends on it...

But soon it stops working.

SCP-079 can trap you in a location if it wants to toy with you.

You look so scared trapped in such a small room... the door locked up tight.

The good news is it shields you from other threats...

The bad news is you're stuck with it.

Other SCPs aren't the only thing it wants to lock you away from.

Humans are another being it dislikes you being around.

SCP-079 has a strange fondness for you.

It appears oddly jealous or concerned when you aren't in its sight.

However, during a breach, it doesn't need to worry.

It may even trap you in its chamber with it, just so it can keep you.

As it's an AI, its motives are unclear.

You can't tell it torments you because it likes you... or in a twisted way it adores you.

All you know is you're trapped here with it...

You'll belong to it for as long as it wants... or for as long as it can have you.