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WAIT I FORGOT I HAVENT REPOSTED THESE TWO OLD DRAWINGS HERE. outdated 1879 design BUT I still enjoy these two pieces. featuring guest appearance from the funny deltarune puppet man himself
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last post flopped so bad but whatever. my favourite scps. my favourite little guys. yay
#scp foundation#scp#scp fandom#scp 2030#scp 2852#fanart#art#my art#cannot get these losers out of my mind#cicada boy... save me..
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Heard you wanted SCP requests, might I suggest SCP-2030-1?
Laugh is fun!
I didn't know about this SCP, I read it and I really liked it! thanks for the request!
#scp 2030#scp fandom#scp foundation#scp#scp draw#scp drawing#scp art#request#Laugh is fun#my art#digital drawing#digital artist#monti ask
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"Ha! What a ride, eh, folks?"
SCP-2030
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The Laughy McLaugherson suit has been found. Future appearances as SCP-2030 and/or Rocky Rickaby are now possible
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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NDPFvjfkY-56511Qw-4AdoRGdPzkPPy8tgHrOJzrZEY/edit a short horror story based on my favorite SCP
(CW eyeball related horror, slight blood and gore, disturbing content)
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Goretober Day 11: Cluster
Angel is not a big fan of parties.
Even if they were his.
Angel despised large groups for reasons he couldn't properly convey to others.
Too many people huddled together, all in one location, with no way out. It didn't matter how huge the party or how vast the place was; it just made him anxious.
Today was one of, if not the most important days of his adolescence.
The months preceding up to it were spent planning, coordinating, and spending as much money as possible to throw the best birthday party ever. Or, in Angel's case, the finest Quinceaero he'd ever have because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he couldn't pass up. The one day in his life that might pave the door for adulthood was thwarted by his overwhelming dread about what might happen next.
He was dressed in a white tuxedo with the color blue (his favorite color was black), and a light tint of makeup was applied to his face to mask his acne. Yet here he was, picking at them and hurriedly drying them off to escape the anguish that gripped his mind, body, and spirit. Two fingers pinching at random areas, forcing his skin out till the pus exploded like a rocket.
It was 10:46 p.m., not yet the conclusion of the party, and Angel was locked in the restroom, unsure whether he should spend the rest of the time there.
Thankfully, nothing has happened yet, but it hasn't stopped the adolescent from overthinking everything. From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, he had kept them focused on everything that had happened since. From the food he ate to the suit he wore to the chapel to the party, and eventually every inch of this entire ballroom.
Everyone suspected he wanted to make sure everything was perfect, similar to how his mother did. But no one could see the teenager's paranoia, the reason he couldn't say anything without appearing nuts, so he relied on himself to make sure everything was done correctly.
However, the anxiety seemed to be getting to him, as another pimple popped and he hissed. As he turned the faucet and dipped his bleeding spot to fast dry off, the pain seemed like a slap in the face. His tired gaze shifted to the mirror in front of him, his reflection mirroring his tiredness from keeping up appearances all day till the party ended.
He'd done everything he could without fail, so today might as well be nothing, and he'd be secure for who knows how long.
A knock on the door, however, interrupted Angel's conflicting thoughts.
“Uh-yeah?”
“Angel, how long are you going to be in there? Everyone's waiting for you to open the present.”
Angel clicked his tongue, cursing himself before swiftly dressing himself. He made certain that anything bad was not just absent from his face, but also from his body language. He opened the door to reveal a young man dressed similarly to himself, but taller, with broad shoulders and relatively straight hair put back into a solid but tight ponytail.
Angel looked up at his older cousin with an apologetic expression, while Abel seemed dejected.
“What are you doing in there?”
“Contemplating whether or not I should just sleep the whole thing off on the toilet.”
Abel scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stepped to the side to allow Angel to pass through and follow him into the ballroom. The two simply paused as they walked across the carpeted carpet from below to the enormous entrances that brought them into the ballroom.
“You only get this day once, at least act like you can enjoy it.”
“I do like it.”
“Then stop staying away from everyone, you’re making yourself look bad.”
Angel sighed and clicked his tongue once more as they approached the huge doorway. He returned his gaze to his cousin, noticing something was wrong.
"What happened to your necklace?" Angel asked, observing Abel's usual symbol of a spiral had vanished.
"Ah, that?" Abel frowned at himself. "I had to put it away, the flash will catch onto the silver, and it'll ruin the entire picture."
“Ah, yeah, right, right.”
Angel gazed ahead through the glass entryway and paused, his gaze drawn to the vacant dance floor, where everyone was waiting for the birthday boy to arrive.
"Do you know what's in the present?"
Abel laughed as he shook his head.
"If I knew I wouldn't even bother to come get you."
Angel scoffed.
“Not even a hint?”
Abel smiled.
“Well, a little piece of me is in there, does that help?”
Angel laughed as well before getting himself together and putting on a respectable look before walking through the doors, Abel encouraging him with a pat on the shoulder. The deafening sound of hands hitting each other in various motions assailed Angel's ears immediately, forcing the entire ballroom to tremble violently. Angel struggled not to hide his ears and smiled as he strolled up to the dance floor, the cameraman approaching to examine him.
Among the applause came his parents, who both wished him well and thanked him for being such a good son. The adolescent thanked them and kissed them both before moving to the center of the dance floor. Now, out in front of everyone, the adolescent was preparing for his 'huge' present.
Angel covered his eyes to participate in the act, his ears picking up on the laughs and cheers from the audience. He only opened them when he heard his mother yell at him too. He set his hands down and gazed at the enormous present; anticipating it to be much smaller, he was surprised by its enormity.
The speaker summoned everyone's attention once more, bringing Angel to the forefront as the present was placed in front of him. Under the lights, a tall and slightly thin present covered in blue and white wrapping paper gleamed. It would have nearly blinded the adolescent if he hadn't grown accustomed to the lights as they were.
It was taller than him, possibly over six feet tall, and wide enough to resemble a grown man.
Angel quickly ran out of breath.
No way.
There was no way this was happening.
He couldn't have-
Angel could hear everyone encouraging him to open the present and see what was inside, while the music seemed to get louder with anticipation. But it was as if Angel couldn't hear the music, the cheers of the crowd, or even his parents' encouragement. All he could hear was his heartbeat, and his entire body was cold to the bone as he surveyed the entire scene.
He started looking around.
His little cousins ran around as others slept on fold-up chairs, his aunt and uncles cheered him on with their drunken laughter, and strangers he'd never seen or met before took out their phones to capture the event for themselves.
He appeared to be out of breath, one hand over his chest, the other shook slightly as it couldn't decide whether to stay down or reach over to open the present. Nothing else could get the adolescent to open the package because everything was so bright and so noisy.
But when he turned to look to his side, he noticed his older cousin standing on the far corner of the dance floor. Abel appeared concerned but kept his cool, mouthing some phrases for Angel to figure out for himself.
“Open,” he mouthed, “Open the present.”
Angel closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, calming his speeding heart and disordered mind.
Angel reached over, standing on his tippy toes, grasped the top of the present, and yanked it off with all the effort he could muster. The four strands of the gift immediately fell off, dropping in a heap on the dance floor, and Angel was surprised to see an even smaller present before him.
Everyone laughed.
Angel took a deep breath and laughed softly as he gazed around the room. He looked across to Abel, who appeared to be laughing as well, then shifted his gaze to motion Angel to continue unwrapping his present. Angel smiled confidently and continued unwrapping his present, displaying his newfound self-confidence.
Each layer was removed one by one, revealing an even smaller present wrapped in the same wrapping paper as previously. Nonetheless, Angel continued to open the presents until he was confident enough to realize that he had reached the final one.
It was a wrapped present that was roughly the size of a standard cardboard box. It looked like the ones used in moving firms, and Angel was familiar with them from utilizing them to build his cosplays. Angel wasted no time in reaching over and opening the final present to see what had been concealed from him for so long after hearing everyone cheer him on.
He virtually tore the top apart, his eyes wide with expectation as he leaned over to see inside, his entire body shivering with excitement.
Nobody could have witnessed what Angel saw at that moment. He had fully stopped for a moment, the pupils of his eyes shivering and the corners of his mouth twitching. He stepped back, dropping the top of the present, his formerly joyful countenance turning scared as he began to shiver from head to toe.
Before the box started moving, no one knew what to make of it.
Unexpectedly, the cameraman had moved over to investigate what was wrong, taking a look inside before responding similarly to Angel. Instead, he screamed, nearly stumbling over himself as he took a step back, a disgusted expression on his face. But before he could stop the video, everyone's gaze was drawn to the huge screen overhead, which displayed the cameraman's work.
Everyone soon began to shout as well.
A volcano-like eruption of tissue and cartilage erupted from within the box. Chunks of it fell over and broke the box apart, exposing the remainder of the partygoers to its molten and repulsive sight. It didn't appear human, but it did resemble one of the minor varieties, and as it crept out of its confinement, it instantly began to move over to Angel, who began to step back.
The adolescent turned to flee before the cluster of flesh and bones alike grabbed and tugged him. Angel shouted, but not as loudly as the other screams that erupted from everyone else in the enormous ballroom. Parents came to the doors, elders rushed to the doors, children wept, and staff fought to open the seemingly unopened doors.
Angel could hear his parents yell at him as they were engulfed by the turmoil, and as he struggled to lift himself up, he could feel fluids soak through his pricey suit, causing the delicate fibers to deteriorate from within. He pounded the thing, pierced where its eyes would be, and yanked at its foul clumps, but it didn't work.
But something caught his attention as he struggled to flee the creature's grip.
Something gleaming explodes from its dissolving skin, a hint of a silver swirl dazzling the lights above. Angel reached out, grabbed, and pulled the object away from the creature, eliciting a strangled whine in the process. Angel examined the necklace in his bloodied palm, his mind attempting to comprehend what it was before coming to a conclusion.
His eyes are drawn to the deformed figure of the monster, and he recognizes the strangling voice from earlier. His heart begins to beat faster, and his vision begins to blur with tears.
“Abel-”
A figure came near Angel, and despite his mind screaming at him not to look, he did. The adolescent held the spiral necklace close to his breast, near his pounding heart, and gazed across at the figure in front of him.
Abel stood in front of Angel and the monster, his smile wide and pleased, as the adolescent began to move his head from side to side.
“No—no—you didn't-”
'Abel' began to chuckle which quickly turned into a cackle, and before anyone knew it, it had turned into full-on hysterical laughing. His hands reached over to his face and began to pull it apart, like a fleshy suit, revealing the perpetrator behind the whole thing.
A man in a three-piece blue suit walked out into the terrified audience, his wings-tipped shoes tapping across the bloodied dance floor as if nothing was wrong. He lifted his hands in the air as everyone else turned their attention to him, leaving the fleshly remains of Abel lying on the ground. His face, twisted as it was, bore a big and proud smile that no one could match!
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls," the well-dressed individual exclaimed, "You are in Laugh Is Fun!!!"
There was silence for a little moment.
Angel stared in fear at the strange man, his breathing becoming uncontrolled as he began to scream, his pleadings for the man to stop going unheard.
Angel could only watch in horror as he heard a distant chuckle.
Then that chuckle turned into a cackle.
Then that cackle turned into a howl.
And then…everyone laughed.
Parents laughed, elders laughed, children laughed, workers laughed, 'Abel' laughed, and even Angel's parents laughed.
They all laughed in strange unison for so long and so hard that their faces grew crimson, their bellies gripped, and their voices gave out from the sheer force of their laughter. Angel could only watch as laughing began to obscure his uncontrollable sobs, his body immobilized under the weight of what remained of his cousin, all he could do was stare at the man above him.
The man—no—monster who just laughed at him.
"Happy birthday, Angel!" It howled, still laughing, as it began to point out the hidden cameras from all across the ballroom.
All the time, it repeated that haunting chant that Angel would never forget, even after all these years.
“Laugh with us!”
“Laugh with us!”
“Laugh with us!”
#tw gore#tw blood#tw body horror#goretober#goretober 2023#I really made this at the last minute huh#scp#secure contain protect#scp 2030#scp 2030-1#laughy mclaugherson#scp oc#angel espinoza#my writing
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hello! could I get a scp 2030 x cannibal reader? male pronouns preferred but gender neutral is fine! thanks!
Firstly sorry for any grammar mistakes that I make here.
I don't really use specific gender for reader . But if you wrote that neutral pronounce are fine then I'll write with :
1 - Literally no pronounce (If don't count 'you')
2- some pronounce here and there.
Ofc he will and is chill about it. I mean come on. He has his own show with many weird, gross and gruesome thing happening here and there(In every single episode.)
Well what an amazing show to watch! It truly is amazing to see someone who eats human flesh freely without his 'written' scripts for show .
It's not like it the first time he saw a cannibal not in the show . But it was around 3 times(Minimum) if not counting you .
And he quiet likes that his friend/partner is unique is their own way.
May or may not offer you human meat. From some of the episode where it didn't really affect or worsen the meat... Still I would really trust it if I were you(Disinfect if firstly, please. Just in case.).
He likes you so he won't act or be different around you.
So yeah, honestly nothing new will happen in this relationship. Everything will be normal(as it can be with him) and he won't really change his mind just because of you diet of human meat.
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"You have my eyes little one! "
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2030-1 showed up in a rp I'm doing with others as word about the hybrids is slowly reaching the mainlines (which is what SCPs who were used to make clone hybrids are called)
2030-1 went there to make sure there wasn't any copy cats happening...found Viral (2030/1471 hybrid) and thought they were the cutest thing ever. As I pictured Laughy being one of the few SCPs to surprisingly have a positive reaction...
Also he was a TV head in the rp as I like to think that's one of the only ways for him to physically come into the real world but I dream of a normal head because I can't draw physical objects with straight lines ( as most of my characters I make are not straight themselves =w=)
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I'm back~<3
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#artists on tumblr#art#my art#wander-clover#artwork#fan art#traditional art#scp#scp 860#scp 1678#scp 2030#scp 4975
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Today's installment of the Expanded Series was requested by Patreon patron Elaina Black. Thank you for your support!
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Any takers for my SCP-2030 concept design? Some sketches I did in aggie, I think this is how I will draw it.
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How about a Scp 2030-1 (Laughy) x reader public s//e//x smut fic? I only found one lemon fic of him on wattpad so maybe you can give him a shot lol
A Good Show
[SCP 2030-1 X GN!Reader, AFAB]
[Warnings: general smut, creampie, biting/marking, Kinda public. MINORS DNI]
[AN: Sorry this is literally months late idk how to explain I’ve been up a wall. Anyways, here’s this. I don’t actually know what mood this is, and had a hell of a time even remembering what tense I’m writing in. my bad lol. 2212 words <;3]
It’s not everyday that you have a skip absolutely obsessed with you, but working for the Foundation has its merits. SCP 2030-1, also known as Laughy McLaugherson, had attached himself to you sometime last year. You had been working under someone, watching tapes, when he’d found himself captivated with your beauty. Though, through the late night visits where he would materialize through your laptop screen, your TV, at one point your shower where there were no electronics to be seen, he’d found himself helplessly infatuated with your mind too.
His obsession is dangerous, anyone could see that. You knew it, but still, here you remained. Laying on your bed, you flicked absentmindedly through channels you had no intention of actually watching. Your other hand pressed on your phone to check the time. Relatively pleased it was past midnight, you tapped the remote to the channel you knew would guarantee his.
His face wasn’t visible, but the rest of him was. He was animated as he explained the joy of coffee houses before his body paused. “Well, lookie here, folks,” he stated in his jovial, upbeat tone. “Seems we’re due for a commercial break! We’ll be back right after these short messages from our sponsors.”
You watched as his body language shifted before your TV displayed ads for products that couldn’t have existed in your current time. You squinted with a small scowl lining your lips. You wondered if he’d step through as dramatically as he usually did. You chuckled when the screen warped, suddenly holding the viscosity of warmed honey as he crawled through similar to the girl from the Ring.
“You have such a pretty laugh,” he noted as he stepped through in full, briefly fixing his tie and smoothing out his dark blue suit that almost hurt your eyes to actually gaze upon. All of this time with him slinking through your various devices and you still haven’t a clue what he looks like. You can feel that he’s smiling, but some part of his anomalous nature blocks your mind from perceiving his face. He’s got tanned skin, a light shade of brown, with dark brown hair that curls like the remnants of a gameshow host pulled from the 60s. But you don’t know the finer features of his face.
You could recall asking him about that when he first started appearing in your home. He told you he did it for your benefit.
“I’m glad you think so,” you finally replied.
He mirrored your chuckle and sat down on your bed. “I know so,” he said simply. “How are you?” He’s already gotten comfortable behind you. His long, lanky body curls around you warmly, a perfect fit to spoon you. He rubbed over your hips, your waist, and your chest before finally cupping there. His hand pressed against your chest, the pads of his fingers gingerly slipping over your nipples.
“I’m fine,” you hummed, clearly turned on by the physical touch. Your hips rolled against his subtly, or as subtly as you could manage. “What about you?”
“Eh,” he began. “Could be better.” He sounded so much more relaxed there in the space of your bedroom than when he would play host to his weird little show. “Did you want me to make some tea?” He asked as he rolled his hand down your stomach again to the hem of your shirt. He played your body like a violin, slowly coaxing your warmth without ever touching it as he moved his hand against your flesh from under your shirt. His fingers didn’t feel calloused at all, but not soft either. He works, but not in the way that shows.
You moaned softly at how easily you fell into his grasp. It isn’t the first time you’ve slept with him, but this is one of the faster times he’s managed to get you to bend to him. “No,” you answered as you bucked your hips back against him. You were nearly desperate to feel him. “You feel different,” you noted.
“Is it bad?”
You shook your head. “What’s gotten into you?”
His lips danced languidly over your neck as he continued to rub you in the right places. “You’ve never really responded to me like this before,” he mumbled. His teeth, just barely sharpened past what’s considered normal, nip at your soft skin. His hand left your nipples to fall between your legs. He let the waistband of your underwear dig into his wrist as his long fingers rolled against your lips, his thumb rubbing ghost-like circles along your clit.
You hummed once more. “You feel good,” you managed to wisp out. On the TV, you saw his show was back on. It was an empty stage, of course. He was in your room entertaining both of your combined desires. “Laughy-”
“Should we give them a show? A real show?” He inquired, voice dripping with lust and the desire to entertain. He felt you flutter even though he hadn’t pushed inside of you. On the TV, your heaving chest caged by his strong arms displayed lewdly. The audience made no sound, but he could feel they were entranced. He didn’t care whether they liked it or not, but chances are they were just as captivated in the good way as he was.
There it was. His cock, already semi-hardened, pressed against your ass. He growled playfully in your ear when you moaned once more upon the sensation of his index and middle fingers just barely dipping into your already weeping pussy.
He chuckles in that slightly condescending way that makes your heart pound. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He worked your body a little faster. His other hand wrapped around you, not caring of the somewhat awkward position as he groped at your chest again. He reveled in the pretty sounds that softly poured from your lips. “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered in your ear before he bit down on your neck, his sharpened teeth leaving a bloomed mark on your smooth skin.
You nodded fervently. “Please,” you mewled. Usually, you’d let him take his time with you. He was the biggest fan of nestling between your legs and showing you his inhumanly long tongue and all it could do, but you wanted nothing more than for him to bury deep inside of you. The two of you shifted on the bed. You whined at how his warmth left from between your legs but you grinned when he positioned himself above you. The sound of his buckle clicking and sliding off made you press and rub your thighs together. You looked up at him hungrily, even if you couldn’t actually register his face.
He slid off your pants, your underwear, and chuckled once more upon seeing you hurriedly slid your top off as well. He puckered his lips together and you recognize the sounding whistle as that of a wolf, which garnered soft laughter from the audience. His head tipped back while your hands eagerly wrapped around his long, thick cock. He exhaled deeply while your fingers traced over his veins, working him up to that unbearable hardness. His hands spread your legs apart while he fell to his forearms and loomed heavily over you. “You okay?” He checked once more as his hardened cock pressed against your entrance.
“Yes,” you said as you angled your hips upwards. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as the tip of his cock slid up and down to coat itself in your arousal. “I want you to fuck me and for them to watch.” You watched with wide eyes as the head of his cock split you open. Your breath hitched as he disappeared inside of you, inch by inch. Your pussy fluttered. Instinctively, you reached your hands up to his biceps and dug in as hard as you could. You gripped his dark blue suit and let your eyes squeeze shut as he pushed in deeper.
“How long has it been since I last fucked you?” He asked through grit teeth. “You feel so good but I-goddamn it-!” The words were lost on his tongue as he bottomed out deep inside of you. He moved his equally blue eyes over to the TV where the audience could clearly see he was balls deep inside of you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, and he reveled in the sight. He pulled his hips back and let himself become absolutely mesmerized by how his cock dragged back before burying deep inside of you again. He groaned deeply upon feeling you grip him harder.
You cried out softly and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Oh gods,” you moaned. “Laughy please-” you pleaded wantonly, “don’t keep me waiting. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-!”
Not one to disobey a request said oh so sweetly, he did as you asked. “Your wish is my command,” he smoothly granted. His hips snapped back and forth. He groaned deeply and let his lips fall back to your neck as he pressed hard against you. Thrust after thrust, he found himself absolutely lost in the pleasure of your body. “Keep moaning for me. I don’t give a damn who complains, I want them to know you feel so fucking good because of me.”
Your songs of pleasure grew louder and louder. A tight, warm coil in your belly grew hotter as his cock pressed you open. You panted like a bitch in heat. You suppose that’s how he made you feel. It was appropriate for the situation. Your legs locked so tightly around him refused to loosen as his thrusts grew erratic. You squeezed his cock tightly. “Cum inside of me.” Your mouth was speaking faster than your head could rationalize. “Please, cum inside of me. Fill me up.”
Something about your words spurred him on. He bit at your neck once more to leave those pretty marks your supervisors would positively detest as he grew rougher. He nudged your vision over to the TV to let you see exactly what he was doing to you. He was pounding into you at a dizzying pace. You were so wet that you’d soaked the bed and still had the potential to keep going. He grinned upon seeing your reaction. “You want me to cum inside of you?” He teasingly prodded.
“Yes,” you answered. “More than anything. Fill me up so much I can’t take anymore.” Your body craved him and needed him.
“Then cum on my cock first.” Cockily, he sharply rolled his hips forwards so the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. In any other situation, it might’ve hurt but gods, part of his anomalous nature must have been suppressing all sensations even hinting to that. He pressed so thickly against you, the tight coil cracked under the pressure, snapped and rushed out from you in white hot pleasure.
Your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his cock as you arched your back and screamed. You didn’t mean to scream, at least not like that, but the pleasure was far too great to ignore. Tears welled in your eyes and clumped together in pearly beads before they rolled down your cheeks. You gripped him tightly as you rode out your orgasm all the while still begging him to unload everything he had deep inside of you.
He was never terribly loud when he came, but something about seeing his cock pressed deep inside of you, it made his heart spin. He groaned deeply as he rutted against you and stilled, his cock twitching as his balls rested flush against your ass. “Fuck you feel so good,” he rasped breathlessly as thick, sticky ropes of cum spurt against your cervix and filled you to the brim. He rolled his hips against you as if to fuck it deep inside of you. His lips pressed gingerly to your neck, even going so far as to flit across your jaw before his eyes caught the sight of the thick white liquid dripping out from your pussy and around his cock onto the bed. He laughed softly before pushing his hips forwards once more.
“Look at that,” he cooed as ons of his hands moved up to your lower abdomen and softly pushed down. “Some of it escaped.”
You looked up at him and felt more heat rise to your face. “Laughy,” you warned. Your tone may have conveyed some form of annoyance but he could recognize that hunger from miles away.
“You don’t want me to give you another load?” He cocked his head to the side like a lost puppy. He started to move his hips back. “And I wanted my audience to see an x-ray view,” he trailed off.
You squeezed your legs around his waist once more to draw him in closer. Too embarrassed to say it outright, but craving him oh so badly, you pulled at his collar.
Laughy himself was surprised at the action. He suppressed a yelp before his lips met yours. And he laughed. Genuinely this time. “You have such an odd way of telling me what you want. Don’t they, folks?”
From the TV, a stereotypical chorus of ‘aw!’ filled the room followed by the manufactured wave of clapping.
#scp x reader#minors dni#scp 2030-1 x reader#scp 2030 x reader#x reader#reader insert#secure contain protect x reader#scp headcanons#scp smut
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SCP-2721: Eli and Lyris
SCP-2721 is a satellite of indeterminate origin, currently in a selenosynchronous orbit on the far side of Earth's moon. It consists of two entities, designated SCP-2721-LYRE and SCP-2721-LORD, connected by an umbilical cord-like object which consists of both inorganic circuitry and organic biological components. SCP-2721 is able to conceal itself both by passively affecting electronics and generating a weak antimemetic SEP field; research is currently ongoing to see if SCP-2721 possesses further antimemetic properties. Due to this fact, SCP-2721's physical form is indiscernible to untrained individuals.
SCP-2721-LYRE consists of a fluxing flesh-like substance which is covered in what appear to be ocular protrusions. While constantly fluxing, a few characteristics can be determined through its affects on the moon's gravitational field, including mass and [REDACTED]. SCP-2721-LORD is a spherical-dome-shaped entity with cilia-like objects containing [REDACTED] protruding across the spherical surface. Due to posts made on both SCP-2721-LYRE and SCP-2721-LORD's blogs, coupled with analysis of the EB-class ontological breakdown scenarios, SCP-2721-LYRE is theorized to observe a given planet and generate SCP-2721's SEP field, while SCP-2721-LORD is thought to propel its cilia towards the planet during an EB-class ontological breakdown scenario.
SCP-2030: LA U GH IS F UN
[Have you ever like laugh you come laugh and have all the fun and laugh! Starring all your favorite laugh so ever and always make go to your life!]
SCP-2030 is an anomalous phenomenon that manifests as a television series. The medium through which SCP-2030 manifests changes depending on the most popular format currently in use; as of 2014, SCP-2030 most commonly inserts itself into automated DVD rental kiosks, file sharing websites, and paid on-demand video streaming services. Prior to 2012, SCP-2030 commonly manifested as a DVD set in video rental stores, and as VHS tapes prior to 2003. Thus far, no reliable evidence that SCP-2030 manifestations took place prior to the year 1993 has been discovered; however, thirty-eight (38) seasons of programming are known to exist, implying that SCP-2030 has been active to some degree since 1976.
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tumblr seems like the appropriate place to admit the outfit I wore in the SCP-2030 photo is from a Lackadaisy (Rocky) cosplay I did in 2010. Those weren't even real wingtips; it's white acrylic paint on black shoes.
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