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hey 049 loving een and all others, come round come round
The same old, boring walls. The same dull, lifeless containment cell. The same single patient, standing eerily still in the corner—his only company, yet oh-so monotonous. SCP-049 sighed dramatically, sprawled across the cold floor of his containment chamber, his delicate fingers tracing invisible patterns on the ground. His golden eyes fluttered shut as he let out a long, theatrical sigh.
"Boooooring…" he mumbled, rolling onto his stomach, resting his chin in his hands. He had been in here for far too long. No excitement, no new patients, no one to appreciate his undeniable brilliance. He deserved more than this dull routine! His ‘cure’ was a gift, yet the SCP Foundation insisted on keeping him locked away. How rude!
His eyelids drooped as he drifted into sleep, but before he could fully succumb to the dull embrace of slumber— BANG!
A loud, blaring siren rang throughout the facility, echoing off the cold metal walls. Flashing red emergency lights flickered in rhythmic pulses, painting the once-static chamber in chaotic hues. SCP-049’s golden eyes snapped open, glimmering with intrigue as his gaze darted toward the containment door.
And there it was.
Wide open.
Intentionally. For him.
YIPPEE!
A delighted giggle bubbled up from his throat as he sprang to his feet, his black robes swirling around his lithe frame. Oh, what a glorious night this would be! The containment breach had finally gifted him the freedom he so rightfully deserved. No more dull conversations with the same single patient—no, he could finally spread his cure!
He twirled gracefully as he pranced out of his cell, moving with a dancer’s elegance as he ventured into the chaos-ridden halls of the facility. His heels clicked softly against the floor, his excitement barely contained as he took in the sights of his newfound playground.
And then— a delightful surprise.
Four beautiful, little Class-D personnel lay sprawled across the floor, some barely clinging to life, others already unconscious. His golden eyes sparkled with adoration as he brought a gloved hand to his chest, sighing dramatically.
"Ohhh, my poor little darlings," he cooed, crouching down beside them. "So helpless, so in need of my divine touch. Fret not, loves—I'm here to cure you~"
A breathless giggle escaped his lips as he extended his hands over them. Within moments, dark tendrils of his 'cure' seeped into their flesh, twisting and reshaping them into his perfect patients. One by one, their bodies twitched, then stilled, rising slowly with empty, obedient gazes. Four new patients.
But…
That wasn’t enough.
ONLY FOUR?!
His pout was immediate, his hands dramatically placed on his hips as he huffed. Four was cute, sure—but he needed more. More patients! More admirers! More people to witness his grandeur!
And then… an idea struck him.
He had never tried this before, but surely, it would work!
His irresistible femboy charm.
The mere thought sent shivers of delight through his body. He had always been confident in his elegance, his charm, his allure—why not use it to ‘persuade’ others into receiving his cure?
And just as he was about to set his plan into motion, he saw them.
chud.
A lone guard, clearly lost from their group, aimlessly wandering through the chaos, weapon clutched tightly in their hands. Oh, this was perfect.
SCP-049’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he struck a pose—one hand raised gracefully in the air, the other resting on his hip with practiced elegance. The curve of his waist was subtly emphasized beneath his robes, his golden eyes shimmering with playful intent.
Then, with a deep, sultry voice, he whispered,
"I am…"
Tiny sparkles of light seemed to glisten around him as he turned his gaze toward chud, his golden eyes half-lidded, filled with a teasing charm. He let the anticipation linger for just a moment longer before tilting his head ever so slightly, his lips curling into an amused smirk.
"The cure~"
Oh yes, this would definitely work.
Even in the middle of a chaotic anomaly breach—with bloodshed, panic, and death surrounding them—SCP-049 remained confident.
After all, who could possibly resist him?
Right?
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just shut it down
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niggerbrim goes a down
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my janny notes are fucked
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JANY WHY YO APROV FAK YOU
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Continue the erp here I wanna cum
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>>17536202>>17536202start a new one or just continue
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>>17536209i start humping like a crazed dog
The first thrust was not a penetration, but a violent, blunt impact. Donn slammed into him with the unrestrained ferocity of a territorial animal, his hips driving forward with bone jarring force. SCP 049 let out a shriek that was raw and utterly undignified as his body was rocked forward by the sheer momentum. His bound hands yanked painfully at his shoulders as he tried to brace himself against the linoleum floor.
"AHHH! NGH !" The Doctor's voice broke into a series of high pitched, staccato keens. He was being handled like prey, not a lover. Each thrust from Donn was a punishing shockwave that traveled up his spine, making his vision swim behind the lenses of his mask. The relentless, rhythmic pounding against his ass made his entire frame shudder uncontrollably, his pale thighs quivering and slapping against the floor with every impact.
There was no finesse, no medical precision only the wet, slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh and the guttural grunts of the hyena. 049 felt his hips being forcibly manipulated, his body tossed around like a ragdoll as Donn humped him with mindless, crazed intensity. The humiliation was overwhelming; he was being bred like livestock, his alabaster skin flushed crimson from the friction and the blood rushing to the surface.
"Stop ah! no, ngh, more AUGH!" His protests died in his throat, dissolving into incoherent, needy whimpers. His hips instinctively began to meet every thrust, grinding back against Donn's cock in a desperate attempt to close the distance, to feel the blunt force finally puncture him and claim his insides.
*His golden eyes were rolled back, pupils blown to pinpricks as his brain short circuited from the sensory overload. Every impact sent fresh waves of terror and plesure*
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Niggerbrim, OP you are obsessed faggot you should kill yourself
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>>17536248>>17536248The final thrust was the most violent of all, a desperate, grinding lunge that seemed to drive Donn's entire weight into 049's quivering frame. The Doctor's back arched so sharply his spine creaked, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as he felt the sudden, hot eruption against his ass. The wet, unmistakable sensation of Donn's climax flooding over his pale skin made 049's entire body seize in a paralytic shock of pleasure and humiliation.
"Nngh AAAAAH!" His voice broke into a high pitched, keening wail that sounded almost musical in its desperation. Hot, viscous cum splattered across his alabaster cheeks and pooled in the small of his back, running down between his thighs in sticky, warm rivulets. The feeling of being marked, of being used as a canvas for Donn's filth, sent a final, devastating wave of arousal through him that left him completely spent.
His hips gave one last, feeble twitch before going limp, his forehead dropping to the cold linoleum with a soft thud. His chest heaved with ragged, wet gasps, his breathing so shallow it barely disturbed the air. The handcuffs rattled weakly as his fingers curled against the floor, twitching uselessly. The great SCP 049, the bringer of the cure, lay undone a pale, bound mess streaked with the evidence of his own debasement.
His golden eyes remained half lidded and glassy, staring blankly at the floor through the tears that now soaked the inside of his mask. He felt hollow, overwhelmed, and utterly conquered. The silence of the corridor returned, broken only by the distant sirens and the sound of his own broken, shuddering breaths as he lay there, waiting, exposed, and thoroughly ruined.
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>>17536278Thx I just came
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>>17536288any aftercare for him
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>>17536240every indian shitskin sends softcore 'orn or just 'orn to "bait" because xhey are too retarded to do something else, nevergoonGODs always VVIN
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page one btw
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>>17536294Yes make them cuddle
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I have nothing to say to you
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Gem go up. Salt won
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chived, put this on the happenings
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can we rape the person who wrote this?
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>>17536432Nigga post the archive link
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>>17536435we should deploy all our BVLLS and BIBISI to destroy OP
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Nigga you need help
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man i could be a qoute era nmaefag
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im gonna go play just cause now
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Add this to happenings already
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>>17536582very important stuff