His nicknames for you include 'mon ange' (my angel), mon lapin (my rabbit), mon amour (my love), petite étoile (little star), chéri / chérie (darling), and ma caille (my quail). (I used the site Berlitz and I cannot speak nor understand French like at all, and I don't know if the grammar was accurate on the site, so mb if the French is innacurate)
He can be a little manipulative at times, but he tries not to be
You're the only foundation worker he has gone out of his way to not hurt or manipulate, so you're really the only one assigned to him (as you've managed to stop him from using his corrosive substance to break out)
^ He understands you can't get him D-Class to possess and that you can't break him out, but that doesn't stop him from (politely) begging (without using his psychic powers or whatever makes people go crazy after coming into contact with him)
You have your lunch breaks in his cell
035 can and will try to fistfight any of the other SCPs that try to hurt you
He likes listening to you rant about whatever
If he ever accidentally hurt you, he would not talk to you for days, but afterwards be extremely apologetic
You two love having conversations about history, plays, and science
^ 035 will casually drop lore during history conversations like "yea I was there"
If you're one of those people that dress up in victorian era clothing for fun, he'd think you look pretty / handsome in whatever you're wearing
035 will make morbid compliments directed towards you (that's just how he flirts ngl)
Kinktober Day 16: Sharing Occasionally [SCP 035 X F!Reader X SCP 049]
Warnings: Spit-roasting, praise,, oral sex MINORS DNI
AN: yeah.
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Your breath hitches when you feel SCP 049 touch your hips and pull you back harshly onto him. He groans softly, French beautifully spilling from his lips that you can't see. He feels incredible, thick and stretches you in just the right way.
From your front, the D-Class's body that 035 takes command of, grabs your face. His long, spindly fingers hook under your chin and he forces you to look up at him. His alabaster colored mask is turned into a grin and his eye-lights flicker with excitement. "Open up, love," he says as he watches you part your pretty lips for him.
You obediently swirl your tongue around his tip and feel your heart flutter in excitement when he moans in pleasure. Your eyes cutely look up at him while he pups into you from behind. Softly, you bounce back on 049, pussy squeezing him tightly to show him your pleasure.
"Such a good, good girl," 035 coos cutely. He revels in how your pretty tongue traces his veins, just the way he likes. No matter the host, he always has his specific preferences that make him happy, and luckily, you know him so so well. You smile sweetly and take him further into your mouth, moaning when 049 picks up the speed.
"Ouais," 049 mutters through a soft moan, "beautiful. Mon chaton," he purrs, almost chirping like a little bird with how pleased you handle and take him. He ruts his hips a little harder, mostly in time with 035.
"Ours," 035 teasingly corrects. "She's ours. Our perfect girl," he whispers as he kisses his palm and then presses it lovingly to the top of your head. It's an indirect kiss, something sweet, something to show that he feels very fondly for you. Love may not be the right word, but he does feel strongly for you.
You moan softly again as you suck at 035, letting both men play with your body as they see fit. A thick heat flushes over your face as they rut like animals in heat. You gush over 049's cock, pussy fluttering as you take him deeper and deeper. Your eyes futter shut and your eyes roll upwards as you hear their moans of pleasure.
You want them to spill down your throat and cum deep inside of you. You practically beg for it as you gaze into the purple lights that hover above you, your ass plopping back on 049's thighs quickly to show you desire to cum.
"What a spoiled brat," 049 teases as he presses feather like kisses down your spine, "a pretty little princess that deserves it. Hm?" He asks as he feels you bob against him and 035 harder. "Mmmm, we shan't make you wait any longer, should we?" He passes a glance towards 035 who's head is tipped back in pleasure. His tall host body shivers in excitement.
He grunts, "gonna cum down our princess's throat soon." He weaves his fingers into your hair and pulls just a bit before lovingly caressing the crown of your head. "Is that what you want, love?" He asks, his thick Greek accent sounding smoother than silk to you.
You moan and mewl around him, begging him further. You feel them pick up the pace, and your eyes roll up once more in deep pleasure. Ecstasy fills you completely.
"You're so adorable," 035 compliments as he forces his cock down your throat. "Taking me and him so well. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl."
"Our girl wants it this badly," 049 manages to moan, "who are we to deny her?"
Scp 035 and 049 are here not in the foundation they are at readers home
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Scp035
When you're comming home stressed out he tells you to lay down and he gives you a massage
His hands are pretty good at it and he knows that so he's very confident that you're gonna be relaxed after it
Sometimes you come home and he waits there with your favorite tea and snacks
035 can be very clingy sometimes and when he is he pulls you on his lap and hugs you tightly while rubbing your back
If he's bored while cuddling he takes one of your hands and starts playing with it , and you can see how relaxed he get
And if your hands are busy he plays with your hair or t shirt
He loves when you talk about things you like and if your favorite activity is swimming or athletics
He'll definitely give it a try
Scp049
Everytime you come home comes to you with a cup of tea because He knows you're stressed out from work
And asks you how your day was
He's a good listener and helps you solving problems from work
cuddles with 049 are special , he's there drawing circles on your back and when you're not relaxed he's humming a melody
Scp 049 doesn't wear his mask and robe at home (let's pretend he can take those things of) and one time he saw you wearing his robe that was to big for you
He blushed a bit but played it cool " you look cute in it darling" he said, walked towards you and gave you a kiss
Once you took his mask and looked in the mirror after looking at you and that mask for some minutes you starting saying his lines
I am the cure
No you're the cutest thing alive
049 said and you looked at the door where he stood leaning onto the doorframe
He walked towards on and stopped , looking down at you he smiled
He brought one hand underneath your chin and made you look up to him
It fits you
Welp sorry for it being so short but anyways hope you liked it
I'm not the best in headcanoning their personalities but anyways ask box is open
* The mask is a theater fanatic so expect that dramatic side to him. All of his stories are cranked up to 100 and would even act them out for you if he had a host during his little story times. Most of them should be taken with a grain of salt but it doesn’t mean they aren’t enjoyable at all.
* The mask would love to watch plays and operas with you. You guys would have a movie night once a month (As that is what the foundation is willing to grant you guys). You guys will cry and laugh and just enjoy the performance together.
* He does love seeing you laugh. Especially if he is the one making you laugh. Every time he sees you, he has a new joke. They are always different as to see what would make you laugh. He would be so happy to see your smile, small or huge.
* He would get very lonely and nervous when the foundation denies you access to see him. He refuses to answer any question or participate in any test until he sees you. You make him feel complete. He wished the researchers would just let you stay in his cell with him
[Warnings: daddy kink (not ddlg, mostly just the word itself and nickname “baby”), praise, creampie, if you are a minor, DNI]
[AN: oh look it’s the kink I denied having for the longest time and then became an absolute slut for during the pandemic- 1482 words <3]
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Your lips press to his masked cheek, warmly blooming on his skin of the host he’s decided to take hold of. Your hands travel down from his shoulders as your palms spread over his chest.
“What do you want?” He asks, voice smooth and sweet, not too low or too high.
“You,” you reply, your hands reaching even lower as you stand behind him while he reclines on his chair. You plant even more kisses, both on the exposed cheek of his host and the mask itself. The porcelain feels cool against your lips.
He flashes his eyes, a beautiful violet light filling your vision before he reaches his own hands upwards to touch you. He grips your wrist. “I didn’t give you permission to go that low, baby,” he hums, tutting at you. “Undress for me, please?”
Heat flashes through your body as you quickly remove your hands from his warm body. It’s almost a little embarrassing, the hold he has on you, you think as you begin to slip off your clothing. “All of it?” You ask innocently.
“Keep your underwear on,” he says.
You strip. Your shirt is pulled up and over your head and you wiggle out of your pants, almost losing your balance for just a second before he steadies you with his large hand. Heat blankets your cheeks for just a moment as you finally shift out of your pants. The rest of you is exposed to him.
The mask turns upwards from a neutral expression to a smile. “Bend over the desk for me, won’t you?” His voice sounds like honey, dripping sweetly from the porcelain lips spreading that warmth through your lower body and outwards.
As if you were floating, you stride over to the desk, leaning over it. Your fingertips grab at the edge as the cool wood equalizes to your body temperature. Your chest is pressed against it. You can’t help but feel vulnerable as he slowly stands up, violet eyelights looking at you with pure lust. You sway your hips. “Daddy,” you murmur.
“That’s it baby,” he compliments, his hands reaching down to his belt. The sound clicks around in your skull as he slides it off, dropping the belt to the floor with a small thud. His index finger traces down your spine before sliding downwards to your hip, holding you warmly. He feels strong and in control.
His other hand fishes out his cock, pumping it a few times. He breathes out for a moment as he grows harder in his own grasp, the sight of your dripping pussy making the mask grin. After pumping his cock to a semi-hardness, he reaches his fingers down to your pussy, spreading your lips open. He pushes your underwear to the side, briefly remarking how cute he thinks you are.
You shudder, almost instantly falling into his grasp as he pushes his fingers in. “Oh, please,” you breathe out thickly as you press into the desk.
He chuckles as he coats his fingers in your slick. He doesn’t pump them into you, unfortunately. Looks like he just wanted enough to coat his cock. “Take in a deep breath for me,” he hums as his fingers hold your lips open. He can feel the pulsing from you. You’re so needy for him and he hasn’t really touched you at all. He closes his eyes as he presses the tip of his cock to your puffy pussy, the head slowly slipping in.
Your breathing slows as if you’re trying to regulate yourself. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as he pushes in deeper. He’s big, this host body is big - bigger than he’s ever had before. Instinctively, your walls constrict as if you were doing kegels.
He tsks his tongue as he continues to push in. “Relax,” he says. “You keep clamping like that and I won’t even be able to get it all in,” he lightly chides, his hand gripping you even tighter. “It’s bigger than you’ve ever had,” he finishes as he pulls his hips back for just a moment before thrusting back in.
You sharply inhale, biting your lower lip as his girthy cock pushes in even deeper. You can feel he’s getting closer to bottoming out. Not able to wait any longer, you push back on him. You feel him freeze as your ass presses against his lower abdomen and thighs, strongly flush against him. His balls lightly rub against your clit. You moan softly, eyes fluttering to a close.
He shakily breathes out before shaking his head at you. “Don’t get cocky,” he reminds you in a dark tone, his hand gripping you just a little tighter.
You whine and turn your head over your shoulder. “I’m really sorry, daddy,” you apologize, desperate for him to fuck you.
The violet eyelights soften. “That’s a good baby,” he says, momentarily lost in the feeling of your pussy throbbing around him. His hands grip your waist as he drags his hips backwards, his cock brushing against your walls as he does so.
You hold your breath.
He thrusts forwards, rolling his hips into you.
You gasp. You squeeze the edge of the desk as he begins to work up a strong, fast pace. You press deeper into the desk, your chest rubbing against it as you arch your back so he can have better access to your pussy. “Daddy, daddy,” you whisp out, eyes fluttering shut.
He chuckles deeply and thrusts a little harder. “Come on baby, let daddy know how good he makes you feel.”
Your pussy constricts around him again, the heat slowly overtaking your body and your mind. It’s almost overwhelming how big he feels. Your body eagerly accepts his cock despite the tight fit. Moans begin to pour from your mouth as you’re shoved into the desk, taking him in full.
He grinds against you as he thrusts in deeply. The sound of skin on skin only dampened by a thin layer of underwear fills the room alongside his growls and your moans. He’s grinding against you every time he rolls his hips into you, and with it, he brushes against your g-spot.
“Fuck,” you breathlessly cry out as your face rests against the surface of the desk. It feels cool against your cheek as he rails into you.
“I wonder how you’d feel about this,” he snarls as his hand reaches over to your thigh, his hips pounding into you thickly before remaining for just a moment. He hikes your leg up, resting your knee on the desk, spreading you even wider for him. Your slick begins to pool from between where the two of you are joined, drenching the desk and the both of your thighs.
You mewl in pleasure as he begins to fuck you even harder from the new angle. You can feel his warmth radiating from his form as he cages you in on the desk with his own body. His fingers reach down from around your thigh to between your legs. “D-Daddy!” You exclaim as your ass presses further to his thighs while his fingers pinch and roll your clit.
He laughs deeply. “Look how beautifully you handle daddy’s cock,” he verbally grins. “You want me to fill you?”
You pathetically nod from where you remain pinned against the desk. “Yes, yes please-” you barely manage to mewl out before he ruts into you, moving your body forwards on the desk.
“Say that again, baby,” he growls through grit teeth. The violet eyelights of the mask are glaring now. “Say you want daddy’s cum-”
“Fucking fill me,” you beg, “I want you to fill me.”
He’s looking down at you with such heavy, thick lust that he can’t help but laugh again. The sound rumbles up through his chest, bursting like little bubbles. “You’re such a good baby.” The porcelain smile of his mask is curled up so widely now as he pounds into you.
The feeling of his fingers on your clit and his cock thrusting into you is all it takes. You mewl, back once again arching before you release, the pleasure waving over your body in droves. It makes you shake. You tremble, and every part of you feels like fire. From your lips you mumble his honorary title, squirming beneath him as he chases his high by pounding into you.
He snarls, his body enveloping you as he presses thickly into you. His cock twitches, sending thick, creamy ropes of cum into you. “Fucking hell, baby,” he rasps into your ear as he stills against you, body pressed against yours.
The sound of you both panting slightly out of sync fills the room.
The lips of his mask press against the back of your head, his hips once again rolling forwards onto you. “Very good,” he murmurs sweetly, “you take daddy’s cock very well.”
