Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

(Human)SCP-682 x Reader | Real Monsters

Verging on NSFW depending on how you look at it. The fic absolutely no one asked for. And I'm actually quite proud of it (〃ω〃) I mean... I could write a part 2/continuation/No longer verging NSFW. But who wants that... right?
Mentions of strangulation, pain, mild violence, sexual themes and stuff like that.

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Most people were scared of the monsters under their bed, fearing the dark figures with jagged teeth and red eyes. Ones with skeletal, bony figures and distorted faces.
But you knew better. You knew what a real monster was. Who a real monster was. You'd seen one and lived. You'd seen what a monster could do to people with his bare hands. A real monster needed no teeth, nor claws. A real monster relied on his brute strength alone to tear through skin and bone.
And you knew better than to fear a monster.
Even when the monster saw you.
He came in the dark, like a shadow. Rarely visible except for the glimpses of movements on the streets below. Sometimes you saw him perched on a lamp post across from your house, his yellow eyes fixated on you. Many nights you'd spend staring back at the monster in fascination, in defiance. You were not afraid, and you wanted him to know that.
One night a terrible storm hit your area. Lightening crackled across the sky, always followed shortly by the loud rumble of thunder. The rain never let up once that day. The wind raged, threatening to topple the lamppost outside. But no matter how it swayed the monster's balance never faltered. You watched him for a while before deciding to invite him in.
You slid your bedroom window up and open, the wind rushing in to hit you with the force of a brick wall. Rain was being blown in, flooding onto your wooden floor, the water pooling and soaking into your socks.
You watched him for a while longer until he finally moved, jumping from the lamp post to land on the ground with barely a noise. Moments later he was scaling the side of your house and you stepped back to allow him entrance. The monster crawled through the window, his tall figure straightening up to tower above you.
He remained still for a few moments, appearing to study you carefully, until a flash of lightening illuminated the room. Then, the moment the thunder echoed across the sky he was on top of you. Pushing you down onto the bed, his form weighing you down and a hand tightening around your throat.
You gasped, however quickly acknowledged this was not fear. This was surprise. It was something you hadn't been expecting and did not allow yourself panic over the situation. But a feeling of dread remained in the back of your mind. And a feeling of something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.
His ragged clothes and long, wild hair dripped water onto you, soaking into your own loose t-shirt.
The monster leant towards you, examining the look on your face before speaking in a low, almost growling tone.
"Why did you let me in?" he had moved his lips close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin.
"I'm not afraid of you," you barely could manage a whisper through your constricted larynx. 
A low, dark chuckle escaped his lips and his hand only tightened,"Your pulse is racing and you're starting to sweat. I can feel your body shaking."
At this point your head was spinning, the pain in your temples increasing with the lack of oxygen and blood you were receiving. Your eyes watered and your vision had started to dim. Trying to draw air in was starting to be painful.
But still, you didn't fight back. You knew he was only trying to make you fear him, you knew he wouldn't kill you.
Then his grip loosened, his hand remained around your neck. And you hungrily gulped down oxygen, the numbness in your face fading and drowsiness subsiding in a matter of seconds.
"Adrenaline," you finally managed to choke out, your trachea feeling dry and painful.
"Or arousal," he sneered in a matter of fact tone and your stomach lurched. You were sure it couldn't have been arousal, but even so your face flushed red.
The monster grunted in amusement, sitting up so he could leer over you once more.
"Masochist," his breath was hot on the side of your ear as his voice dipped to a soft growl.
"You're not stupid, I'll give you that," his hands glided down your sides, making their way to your waist, then your hips, then your thighs.
"Why else would you have let me in? Unless have a death wish?" he hissed, sharp, unkept nails digging into the soft skin of your upper legs. A small whine escaped your mouth as a result of the pain, your back instinctively arching to try and get away.
You watched a sadistic smirk spread across his face as he shifted slightly, parting your legs so he was no longer sitting on top of you.
His hands gave your thighs a squeeze, and you reached out, attempting to dislodge his grip.
"No," was all he snarled out, easily pinning your resisting arms above your head with one calloused hand, wrapped tightly around your wrists.
You felt an increasing heat spreading across your body. Wanting more. Needing more. And the monster was quick to pick up on this, resting his free hand on the mattress beside your head, allowing him to lean in closer to you.
"Tell me you want this," he purred, his lips millimetres from yours, a grey, lizard like tongue running over the surface.
"I-I do," you whispered and his lips slammed into yours.