Can I Make A Request. How The Scps (049, 073 And 076) React To The Reader, Being A Shy, Kind And Caring

Hi Guys!

Okay, so to the people who still follow me after I have not posted in literal months, I thank you. Truth be told, I have fallen out of the SCP fandom for a while now so my writing passion for that community is not there anymore.

I probably will start writing for the Foundation again someday, but for now, I would like to focus on the Slasher community.

Thanks for the support,

dynamitekiddoe

No thoughts only jigsaw having to do his puzzles online because of the covid19 pandemic

whoops i got carried away and made this

So I see that a lot of you want some lewd art

so I'm here to deliver~

It's up to your imagination, what's going on in this image- 🤭

I regret nothing!

Imagine: being on a three way call with Ghostface and Billy Lenz

"Hello?"

You hold the landline phone on your shoulder while painting your nails with your free hand. It was your average Friday night in your house and like every one before, you had nothing to do. Well, almost.

"Who am I speaking to?", a gruff voice asks on the other end, sounding like an obvious creep.

"This is (Y/N). Who is this?".

"Your worst nightmare."

You chuckle into the phone as you open your mouth to speak when your cellphone rings. Unknown caller. You answer it anyways. Holding the phone up to your ear, you hear someone breathing heavily on the receiver. Before you can say anything, you hear:

"Lemme lick it... I wanna lick your pretty pink cunt...", followed by snorting sounds and squeals. 'Why, of all people, does this happen to me', you wonder silently, picking up the other phone after hearing loud shuffling sounds.

"Ignore me again and I'll gut you like a fish!", the person says angrily, nearly growling at you as you hear more snorting noises from your cell getting louder.

"Suck on my juicy, fat cock....", it's getting too much for you to handle with both impatient people on the phone. You grab both phones and begin to hang up.

"Don't you hang up on me, bit-", yells the man before getting cut off. Your nails are pretty dry by now so you get ready to head to bed as you're awfully tired from doing nothing all day.

After doing your routine, you began to get into bed when you hear what sounds like a window open and shut. On edge and pretty terrified, you begin to get back out of bed to investigate the sound when you hear a door open and shut. You stand up and exit the bedroom to look down the hall to see a figure in a tattered black robe with a knife in one hand and a cellphone in the other.

They begin to run towards you and are chasing you back into your bedroom when a door is thrown open and slams them in the face. A silhouette with curly hair is chuckling and whispering obscene phrases before walking slowly towards you with a blade of some sort. You scream and run into your room as you barricade the door with your body as you hear thumping from the outside.

Reluctantly, you crack the door slightly to see that both figures are tussling in the dark hallway in what seems to be a fight. You rush towards the window and open it, leaving to alert your neighbor about the intruders. You fight the urge to laugh because this only happens on Friday night.

I don't know who is the artist of this but DAAAAAAMM I'MM GOING FERRAL FO THIS MAN. HIII ZAZZY, PICK MEE!!!!!!!

AND WE HAVE THE UNTIDE HAIR VERSIONN, FUCK*NG LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!, THE LOLIPOP AND THE TIRED SEXY LOOK I'm dying!, it's over for my poor soul.

I (not so secretly) want him to suffocate me with his massive teddies. too much for my heart.

THE ARTIST: 1_4までSkeb募集鶏♂ on Twitter (beautiful art by the way, it's got me screaming and choking)

SCP-049/Reader

You peered down the dark corridor, your eyes squinting as you struggled to find the source of the sound. You return back to your confined cubicle as you try to catch up on your paperwork before hearing a echoed 'bang'. You jolt up from your desk at the sound of this, but then you remember where you are.

Gathering your courage, you exit the space and find yourself slowly pacing down the hallway. The noise became louder and louder with each step forward you took, your nerves shot through the roof. You did not dare to return to your office but you found that as you approached the end of the hall, a pungent odor filled the air, the smell of what seemed to be decay and death all around you.

You silently gasped in horror as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, taken aback at the scene before you. Blood and entrails covered the room from the floor to the ceiling as the smell's source was quite clear. You see a figure on the other side of the room and before you can even move an inch, they slowly turn towards you. An ivory beaked mask stood out amongst the black cloaks this being possessed, you instantly recognizing this anomaly to be SCP-049. Your breath hitched in your throat as you were nearly certain of what events were about to take place.

"Do not be afraid, I am only here to cure you.", spoke his monotone and almost robotic voice, a syringe filled with an unknown liquid in his gloved hand.

He began to walk towards you as you stood there, frozen in absolute fear. He was directly in front of you as you peered into his blue eyes with your own. You saw them go wide in shock and... terror?

The lights began to flicker and when they ceased, he was gone, vanished within thin air. You let out a sigh of relief and place a hand on your forehead, your other hand reaching into your lab coat pocket for your radio to alert others of the situation. You turn around to walk back to your office, the scene replaying in your head repeatedly.

Hi dear! Can I have hc 049 with assassin reader? She's a master of Iaido, an excellent killing machine has been trained since birth. Y'know how Travis Conrad in "24 hours to live" was revived? Yup, she's kinda " the man who returned from the dead" like that. The context is outside the SCP foundation. So sorry if this is a bit intricate! 😖

SCP 049/Assassin! Reader

~ Growing up in a tribe was not at all easy for you. With all of the rigorous training and sword practice, you barely had time for anything else. Once you finally left, you were thrown into a society where everything was foreign to you; most importantly technology. You were always warned of this place through tales, but never you could have ever imagined that this place was real.

~Fast forward 5 years from then, your expertise and skill landed you a job with the SCP Foundation as a field agent, discovering your new found liking for all things strange. Your view had changed so rapidly these past few years as you’d grow older, though much wiser. 

~You had just come back from a particularly difficult mission that rendered you very tired, which rarely happened because of your inhuman stamina. Now, breaches were pretty commonplace for the Foundation, seemingly especially since you arrived but there were set methods that would keep everything running smoothly, should one happen. No big deal.

~Suddenly, the containment breach alarms sounded as the personnel over the PA was saying different codes, so that everyone knew where to go. You’d casually been walking down the hall, briefly looking at the cells, when all of this happened. 

~You heard light footsteps behind you as you glanced to the side while walking, to make sure that’s what you heard, the alarms still blaring in your ears. 

~In one swift movement, you placed your hand on the grip before turning around and pointing your sword at the being behind you, a movement that was faster than the blink of an eye.

~You huff out of relief as you realize who this was, your sword sliding back into its sheath. You maintain your distance with them, your body still in a defensive stance.

~”I thought you’d be gone by now…”, the masked figure known as 049 states, his arms crossing across his chest. 

~”That’s none of your concern. Plus, you have no excuse sneaking up on me like that!”, you scold, “You know how I am.” You let down your guard as you walk closer to him, within arms reach. 

~Being from a land of inhuman beings, you found that you were immune to the anomaly and most likely many others, based on what had been tested on you. Of course, when he discovered this, he instantly took interest in you as you obviously did not have the ‘pestilence’. During the years, you two took a liking to one another, both of you seeing each other whenever you had the chance. Though, he did not have to cause a breach, just to see you.

~(Which secretly flattered you in a way.)

Thanks for the request! Had fun writing this one! Peace out!

Do ya have any rules for requests?

My rules are mainly no hardcore NSFW. That's it.

Sorry but did ya get my req? I'm kinda scare that Tumblr is being a requests-eating son of a b**ch again 😫 btw I hope u had a good day 🥺

I got it, I'm just working on them.

my young self: sigh I need a reason to watch one piece

current me: dilfs bruh