Creepypasta x reader lemon/fluff

Scp 049 x reader (pt 1)

Authors note: I've been afraid to do lemons lately because I'm not sure of wattpads policy on them atm. I will follow this up with a or two or 3 that is a lemon if anyone can explain the policy to me.
Also I've only watched about 10 markiplier game plays of this game and I've read 3 or four fanfics on this character so I don't know too much. This will all be headcanons for the most part.
I realize scp isn't technically CP don't @ me.
Reader is a female . I might do male x male but I don't know how well I could pull it off.
Love y'all and stay safe.
(Please realize me being rude is just sarcasm and that you all sticking through this with me means a lot 🥺)
I don't know what those electric gates are called so imma call them an electric gate.
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       You were wandering the halls of this vast facility. To be frank you had no idea where you were going but anywhere was better than being with Scp-106. Almost anywhere you went he'd be there going through the wall or the floor. You'd almost lost your mind by the time you reached one of those gates to stop him. You ran through it as quick as possible hoping it would activate and he'd be behind you.
    But it was no avail. The gate was not activated. You mentally scowled at yourself and continued to run through the halls. You could have sworn you passed Scp-173 , but you were to focused and scared to stop and check. The halls seemed endless and you thought you had to be getting to an end soon. To just your luck you saw an elevator. It was better that then get caught by the Scp's that were following you.
    You got into the elevator and pushed the button allowing yourself some time to catch your breathe. You sure were winded. The doors opened and you looked left and then right and then left again but the second time you looked left you almost lost you head.
    Standing there was a tall creature, he had loose black robes that held together by a belt in the middle of his torso, his arms were covered in a material that looked kinda of like old leather and you assumed they were gloves, but when your eyes reached it's face that's when you saw the most inhuman feature, a white-silver plague mask and eyes that were burning into your soul.
    You wanted to move but your gaze was so intensely locked on it's gaze. You stepped back once and it did too, you stepped to the side and so did it. It was like playing Simon says except you didn't have to ask anything for it to follow you. But as your steps increasingly went backwards you noticed that it's steps became increasingly larger until you were backed into the corner of the hall.
     You could here it's heavy breathing under the mask as if it were breathing from it's mouth. It reached a hand for your face and you closed your eyes awaiting death, but death did not come. The creature was staring at you with its hand pressed against your cheek, it's head was tilted to the side in pure curiosity.
     "You are not dead." It spoke and from its smooth British and deep voice you could tell it was likely a male. He looked down at his hand in other confusement before he reached forward again and carcasses your cheek. He kept looking at his hand and returning his hand to your face like a child putting a square block in a circular hole.
      You could tell he was getting annoyed and you could see his eyes narrowing through his mask. He looked down taking a step back and you though he might let you go before as quick as a cat he grabbed your wrist and pulled you on dragging you with him.
    "Hey wait! Let go you're hurting me." He ignored your pleas and continued walking down the hall. As he walked it became darker and and awful smell like dead bodies filled your nose. He stopped at a door with a picture of what appeared to be him on it. It was so bloody though you couldnt make anything out except for Scp-049 and class Euclid. You gulped as he yanked the door open.
     He stopped though and stood beside it straightening his posture and holding his own hands together.
  "I may be thousands of years old," he started with his soft voice "but I have not yet lost my wits and my manners." He said bending his head down and gesturing inside the room. You looked behind you. If you tried to run he would definitely catch up to you. And even if you made it upstairs you were left to the others. You have a fake smile and slowly walked in the room. He didn't move from his spot until you were inside and he closed the door.
Inside was just a simple table and what looked to be a bed with a chain made mattress frame and only about a 2 inch thick mattes, one incredibly thin sheet but no other blankets or pillows.
    He sat down at the desk and immediately pulled out a journal and began vigorously jotting down notes.
"I don't understand why you're not dead." He said still studying his hands "I can't have lost my touch that would make no sense." You backed into the corner listening to him contemplate on what was happening. But frankly you were happy that you weren't dead.
   You were knocked out of your thought when he spoke in such a quiet voice.
   "Dear, could it be that you are not infected by the Great Pestilence. I can not think of another reason why you'd be alive."  His face turned to yours and he awaited an answer being ever so patient with you.
  You shook your head "I-i don't know." You pauses before adding "Are you going to hurt me?"
  At the statement you could see his eyes widen under the mask "Hurt you dear? I've never harmed a soul. I've only helped who needs help because I am the only one with the cure. But in you it seems there is nothing that needs to be cured. You aren't the first ,no ,but it's been hundreds of years since it has happened."
      He turned back to his desk and propped himself up on his elbows. "Tell me dear, what is the name that is being adorned by this one who holds no sickness?" This time he didn't turn to face you. He just faced the glass in front of him looking at his own reflection. You took a minute but he didn't move from his spot or push you any further.
     "I'm y-y/n." You paused "049." His head turned to you at mentioning his number.
  "Doctor is fine."
   "Doctor" you nodded in agreement. You tried to edge your way out of the room and make a possible escape except he turned towards you and focused his eyes once again on yours
   "Y/n, darling, would you care to dance with me."
   "Dance?" You asked quite perplexed , wondering if this was some kind of trick.
  "Yes dear. You see there's been no one I've been able to touch since the plague has started. I haven't had the privilege of dancing with a fine lady in years." He held his hand out to you waiting for you to take it. You looked at the shut door one more time but his gaze didn't follow yours. Maybe he did just want to dance?
    Finally you gave in. Hesitantly you put your hand in his larger one. He took your arm and put it on his shoulder before he slid it down slightly and shivered. "So weird yet wonderful." He whispered almost inaudibly. He then placed his left hand on the small of your back pulling you close. With his right hand he took your left and held it out to the side.
   The long beak of his mask as a few inches above your head and one or two away.
  "Follow my feet except go the opposite direction." He stepped forward and you would have almost fell over if he didn't pull you close. "Apologies dear, I might have taken that too quickly." The doctor made eye contact with you  and you could see genuine concern.
   "It's fine Doctor."
   This time when he took a step forward you took one back. Then he took a step to the left and you took one to the right. He took one back and you took one forward. He took one to the left and you took one to the right. The process repeated and eventually you got the hang of it.
     All that could be heard in the facility was the sound of your footsteps circling the room. He pulled you close to him but continued dancing . He rested the tip of his mask on your shoulder and he began humming a song that you didn't recognize. You were slightly uncomfortable with this stranger , or the Doctor, but he seemed quite comfortable and content.
       "Darling, let me tell you the pleasure it is to be able to feel again. To be able to dance and hold someone once again. To have the privilege of dancing with such a fine lady." And with that he did something similar to a curtsy and pressed the tip of he mask against your hand.
    You weren't sure if this was some trick or he was just genuinely excited to hold someone. But by the look of his gaze when his eyes met yours once again you could tell you weren't leaving.
    "Y/N , would you give me the pleasure of having you here with me. So I might have something to hold onto and you can hold onto me."
     You didn't answer him and he remained in the curtsy position. You thought and for whatever reason your mind finally came to a conclusion. "Yes Doctor. I'd be glad to stay with you."