Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-049 x Reader | All That Matters

A real short one. I thought it would be interesting to convey how obsessed he can become. What if he became as obsessed with a human as he did the cure? I have a lot of head canons and theories surrounding this one, he's by far my favourite due to this morbid fascination I have towards him.
What I'm trying to say is, I don't always write him this way, so should you want him wrote in a... nicer way just request!

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"Beautiful," the echoing metallic voice sounded from the other side of the dimly lit room. You never knew how he could see in the dark. You never dared to ask. However it seemed your captor could work in any lighting, however had a preference to the darkness.
His work terrified you. Causing the fear that should he turn on you he wouldn't think twice about turning you into one of his patients, despite not having the disease present.
You could hear him approaching and didn't see him until he was right in front of you, that mask sending shivers down your spine.
His arms stretched outwards towards you, although you remained stiff, barely able to move through fear as his deadly hands hovered over each cheek, as if wanting to caress your face but he was unable to without killing you.
"You are truly marvellous, my dear," despite the tinny sound to his voice it was always smooth and alluring. Despite your fear his voice calmed you so easily. You remembered hating it once, hating yourself for falling under his spell. Now you couldn't understand that.
His voice was the only thing that provided you comfort anymore. You couldn't imagine hating it. You couldn't imagine hating him.
You belonged to him. How could you hate him if you were his? If you were his then that meant you were okay. That meant you stayed alive. How could you hate that?
"In this world of disease and plague you are truly the only pure thing," he continued softly.
"It is quiet disgusting. Having to live so close to this pestilence. But I will cure it. I will clean this world and make it pure like you, my dearest," he sighed heavily, his head dropping.
You could only nod at these words. You didn't understand how it could be pure. You didn't understand how you were pure. You didn't understand how killing people was curing them. But the Plague Doctor knew more than you. And you trusted him with that. None of these things mattered to you anyway. It was beyond you. As long as you never needed cured, it didn't matter to you.
"It has been such a tiring day," he said finally after a while of silence in which you had begun to grow uneasy but were quickly settled down again by the sound of his words.
"I would very much appreciate your warmth, my love, if you please," he knew calling you that would get to you. He new how compliant those simple words could make you become.
Almost instinctively you got to your feet, your bare legs moving quickly to approach him. You pressed the warmth of your form against his cool robe, your hands making their way around his neck to pull yourself closer to him. He was careful not to let his hands come anywhere near your skin, but allowed his arms to hold you against him. His head buried in your hair and the beak of his mask resting against your naked back.
You felt the tension in his figure melt away and took great pleasure in knowing that you were able to provide him comfort just as he did for you.
Finally he shifted slightly, now pulling away from you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he did so, the mask brushing against the top of your head.
"I have kept you awake enough already, waiting for my return," he said softly, his dark eyes coming to rest on you,"Now you may rest."
You hesitated slightly as you made for the bed, glancing back at him nervously.
Almost instantly he understood, you always wondered if he could read your mind, he was so good at knowing what you were thinking.
"Do not fret, my dear. I shall remain with you tonight," he nodded slightly and you climbed into the bed, leaving the Doctor to his work.
The sound of his voice as he hummed church hymns lulled you into a sleep. You weren't sure of the words but that never seemed to matter.
All that mattered was that you were his.