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diejager · 1 year ago

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begging for more monster 141🙏🙏🙏

hear me out- reader is a host to venom but has it hidden and they find out maybe…?

(i got hyper fixated on blue’s au and SCOURING the internet��)

What if… Hunter was Venom?

Pairing: Monster Task Force 141 + König & Horangi x venom reader

Cw: blood and gore, canon typical violence, head eating, gaslighting by Hunter, injury, fighting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 3.4k

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Sometimes, they’d find you mumbling to yourself, voice so low that, unless they were a hybrid or had impeccable hearing, they wouldn’t be able to hear it. It was a ne’er silent whisper of harsh words or soft coos towards a being they couldn’t see. Were you talking to someone on your headset? Were you wearing EarPods to talk to someone? Or had you lost some screws in your mind after working with them for so long? None of them truly knew, but they wouldn’t bother you with it when you never bothered them with pesky questions that sounded insulting to them. After all, why would they bother their adorably useful and resourceful medic? You were the beating heart of the Task Force, you made it whole and functioning. Yet, they couldn’t stop the curiosity that festered in their mind, the need to know what made you talk to yourself, mumbling and cursing when you were alone.

Nothing seemed out of order, you were still strong-headed and scolding them like you did the day before, mumbling about Soap’s recklessness and Gaz’s impending fate of falling out of airborne vehicles. About Price’s habit of working too hard, pushing his already pained body to work. Pulling Ghost by the - bloody and soiled - sleeve to your infirmary with a deep frown and eyes glinting with the promise of retribution for the hybrid that hid whatever ailed him from you; you were the medic for Pete’s sake! It was your duty to watch over them. Hounding Alejandro for his medical check after a deployment because, as handsome and dependable as he was, he liked hiding his wounds. Running after Rudy for his checkups while he was limping or trying to avoid you. Calling after Horanji for his share of the affection, needle, scalpel, bandage and all, he needed and deserved all the others received. Or sitting beside König, reminiscing about your early days, where taking care of your patients was as easy as taking care of König was, grateful and pliant, showering you with love and adoration before, during and after the procedures.

You had your plate full with them, so it’d be unheard of if you had time to care for others. You might’ve been a medic on base, but your priorities and loyalties lay with them, with Task Force 141 and its allies. However being a - their - medic, didn’t mean you were free from any pain, fear or quirkiness as they were. You were as weird and as awful as every single one of them was, wearing it pridefully on your chest when you stood with them; even if you were wholly human - or you were supposed to.

Ghost caught fleeting moments where a dark mass would move around you, a glistening blob of marble-like texture with silver rivers running across it. It was near impossible to see it when it would disappear once it felt - even the slightest indication - the presence of another living being, like an illusion of trick of the light. That’s what you told them, it was simply a trick of the light or something because you didn’t know anything about an ugly blob. It was told slowly and persuasively with a wince once the words “ugly blob” left your mouth, a pained grimace as if something was grating your ears or claws were digging into your mind. When he brought it up with Gaz - who had impeccable eye-sight, the harpy would agree, spewing words about it having a menacing face with wide, pointed eyes and a mouth full of teeth. Big and sharp teeth that seemed alien-like. It couldn’t have been the trick of the light, especially since both of them saw the same thing. They asked you once more, together this time, but you’d reassured them that they were both tired when they’d seen this blob. You were tired and sometimes saw moving forms from the corner of your eyes too, so it might’ve been hysteria - collective hysteria.

Soap, if he tried hard enough, would sometimes hear a deep voice echo around you. It wasn’t something disturbingly deep, or annoyingly alien, it was pleasingly deep with a smooth undertone to its growls. It would send chills up his spine when he heard it, but he would always catch your voice talking back to it. He’d hear hisses and curses, some more unusual and others more normal: “I can’t eat my teammates!”, “I told you no!”, “Stop eating heads! People will catch on!” or “Can you shut up?” and “I can’t concentrate with you screaming my head off!” Soap, knowing how good Alejandro’s hearing was, asked if the Mexican had heard you speak with an unknown voice, specifically a male voice. A few muffled conversations between you and an unknown man and sometimes one-sided, but, simply put, Alejandro had witnessed the same occasions as the Scot had. It wasn’t unusual to talk to yourself, would it? Soap liked to boost his own morale with confident words and flattering compliments to himself. Alejandro wasn’t a stranger to mumbling to himself either, cursing his choice in life and how he ended up with his - lovable - problem-causing band of vagabonds.

If you weren’t careful or unintentionally careless, there would be a distinct odour clinging to your skin. It would be strong and pungent, the smell fresh and metallic-like. König knew it well, he craved as much as he wanted to bathe in it, the sweet smell of blood. How could he not recognize the faintest whiff of blood when it often drove him mad with bloodlust and the uncontrollable need to fall into a daze of primal hunger? It stuck to you like a second layer of skin, thin and always present. It sewed into the fundamentals of your scent, the tinge of iron mixed into the sweet, syrupy musk. It drove him mad with need, thirsting for the thing that made you smell so delicious. It clung to you as if you bathed in blood, drinking and devouring it, yet your skin was clean, with no speck of red under your nails, on your skin or between your teeth. In a worry, he went to Price, The Captain had the most knowledge about you and König could trust him to take good care of him, being a dragon. He expected the Brit to know something, even the slightest change, but Price hadn’t caught anything odd about you. Perhaps it clung to you because of your closeness to him, Percht hybrids - although rare - were ferociously unpredictable and ravenously bloodthirsty.

Rudy was the more human of them, so he caught on to the changes in behaviours and habits of others easily. You’d act odd at times, shoulders slightly tense and back slumped inward, body tired but unable to relax. He wanted to help, he proposed, but you’d turned him down, telling him you were fine, that you were just restless from being off duty for so long or for being worked to the bone. He would also catch you subtly avoiding them without ringing any bells, seeming occupied with other things while whispering under your breath; your slower reactions to their banter and the darker bags under your eyes, wearing that dazed and blank look in them while you sat with them; or the strong growl of your stomach and the slight rubbing of your stomach, soothing an ache that rooted so deeply in your abdomen. He worried, often, if he was honest. Even Horangi, a man oblivious to most cues and behaviours in humans, saw the subtle change in your behaviour when you acted odd. He pointed out the rings under your eyes, your fatigued and distracted mind, and your lip-gnawing hunger. For a hybrid that had so much difficulty grasping and understanding humans, he caught on to your change abnormally quickly, even with the excessive chocolate consumption.

They were all suspicious and you, their sweet and convincing medic, had them doubting what they saw, your gaslighting working on them as easily as a child bribed with candy. It didn’t make you feel less guilty or disappointed in yourself, but you weren’t sure how they’d react to him, not being human or a monster. He was a creature out of the pages of a sci-fi novel, a creation of the human mind and imagination. Venom was an alien, something from outer space. You were convincing until you couldn’t anymore.

Let me take over, the soothing voice uttered to you, calling out your name in a concerned tone. Let me protect you.

You were compromised, the enemy had tapped into your line, listening in on your conversations and movements. That’s how they were able to separate most of you, to turn the squad of nine operators down to four smaller teams, all on the run and trying to stick to the shadows without calling to the others through the comms. You were crouched over Gaz, whispering sweet nothings to the hissing man. You soothed his ache, hand and mind strained on the bleeding wound on his forearm, his beautiful, bronze skin stained with crimson in the hot and humid air of Columbia.

Blood rolled down his tense arm, over his round muscle and sweaty skin, it was a clean graze, the blunt head of the bullet grazing his arm deep enough for it to bleed but shallow enough for it not to leave him incapacitated with blood loss. It was a ray of light in your dreadful situation. You had his wound cleaned and wrapped up, congratulating him for pushing through and helping him up. You cursed the enemy, wondering how the low-stake in-and-out ops suddenly turned out to be an extremely high-stake one with minimal possibility of reaching the evacuation point.

“C’mon Gaz, we need to move,” you whispered to him, holding your rifle closely to your chest while you walked around the shadows of Guaitarilla’s back alley and dark corners. “We need to regroup at the evacuation point.”

“Yeah, good plan,” he nodded, following your lead even though he was higher-ranked than you, but in such situations, survival was the priority.

You stuck to alleys, using the shadows to hide from the patrolling cartel that had the town surrounded, it nearly baffled you with the speed of their defences and counter-attack if you hadn’t heard of Las Almas’ attack from El Sin Nombre and The Shadows from you teammates. Although you couldn’t admire them, you could respect their skills and ability, you only wished it was for you rather than against you.

While you watched ahead, Gaz had your back, peering around the corner before giving him the green to move. It was a rotation between who went first and who looked back, but you made it work with only you both. You were so careful, yet it somehow wasn’t enough, someone had noticed you and it sent you and Gaz rushing for cover, to escape the group of dispatched cartel members. It was stupid, running without looking where you were heading towards. It was stupid to let the enemy tap into your comms. It was stupid, the situation you got yourself into.

You were backed into a corner, Gaz standing before you like a protective shield between you and the enemy, his rifle pointed toward the quickly advancing group. You wanted to protest about him using his wings to cover you, his wide, brown feathers expanded to hide you from those men. He was already hurt from pulling you away from harm, but he was now standing protectively before you. You couldn’t let him get hurt because of you, not anymore.

Little One, his voice rang once more in your head, the reassuring pressure of his presence in your body calming you down by an inch. Let me take over.

If you let him take control of your body, it would ensure your and Gaz’s safety, then you could reach the others that you’d lost in the chaos of the battle. While you wore the combat medic’s patch proudly, your prior training before taking up your 16 weeks of medical training wasn't lost to you. You remembered how to aim and shoot, how to snipe an enemy from afar and protect your teammates from whatever danger you faced. None were lost to you, and you’d use every bit of training you had to protect them, whether it was as yourself or with Venom’s help. Venom’s help was undoubtedly useful, and right now, you needed him.

“Please, Venom,” you spoke aloud, your soft voice carrying through the blocked alley.

“Who-” Gaz asked, confusion laced his tone, the question left unspoken as Venom’s deep, rattling voice boomed across the tight space.

“We are Venom, flesh bag,” he growled, body crouching down, not dissimilar to a feline laying prone while it waited for the right moment to attack, and pounced at the men.

Don’t call Gaz flesh bag, Venom, you whined, your voice echoing in your shared subspace of your mind.

“If that is what you wish.”

His heavy mass landed on a man, pushing him to the ground with a loud crack. You imagined that Venom either broke his back or a few of the Colombian’s ribs, it was sickeningly delightful, the sadistic pleasure from Venom sent you reading with mirth. His hands stretched to abnormal lengths to swing at the enemies with practised ease and familiarity. Whether they’d die from blunt force trauma from Venom’s strength or live with a concussion, none mattered to him, hunger raked his being, the throb aching in the back of his mind. It was a moment where he was let loose, where you wouldn’t need to gorge on an extreme amount of chocolate to keep him fed. This would keep him satisfied for a few weeks.

Venom pulled the first two in, his jaw widening to clamp down on their neck. Gaz saw the dangerous gleam of Venom’s teeth, rows of pristine and immaculate teeth the size of a finger bled the man’s head red in a single bite. He shivered at the decapitated body that fell from your monster’s hand as he went for the second and third Colombian. He made a show of viciousness and raw, unadulterated bloodthirst with his eating. Fortunately, apart from the bloody mess and dead bodies, Venom was a relatively neat eater, licking his teeth clean from the red stains with a long, slimy tongue. Gaz couldn’t shake how your monster made him apprehensive, his body flinching and trembling at the greater being.

“Let’s go, The Little One wants to rescue the others,” Venom’s grating voice shook Gaz out of his stupor.

“Hu-Hunter’s there?”

Venom nodded, his mass retreating into your body, the mass melting into you like a second skin. It was as if Venom was never there, as if it was all his delusional imagination. Gaz rushed to you, his hands grabbing hold of you as he shook you in his grasp, he cursed in worry, concern lacing every word he spewed in a tornado of fear, curiosity and confusion. His soft feathered wings cradled you, casting a protective shadow over you as you hid in the darkness of the alley.

“Gaz, we have to go,” you murmured to him, your voice soft and reassuring, trying to help him walk off the edge you were pushed to. You both were safe for now, the cartel that had followed you all laid dead without their heads in a thick puddle of their viscera. “We have to find the others.”

He let out a shaky sign, his head nodding in affirmation at your comforting words. He loved that about you, that ability to heal and mend their ache and anguish with a smile and sweet words. Then, pairing your softness with your stubborn viciousness made you a gem within the military, a one-in-a-million for them. Yet, all that clouded his mind were questions, about your safety, about that monster that melted into you, about what kind or what it was. Gaz had so many questions that he’d push back for the greater good of rescuing the rest of the Task Force, he’d hound you for answers later when everyone was back together.

When Venom resurfaced, retaking control of your shared body, he’d reassured you that he knew where they were, his body being hyper-aware of the things that made you smile and laugh. You were his host and his joy. It was an easier job than the two of you - you and Gaz - had expected, Venom’s claws digging into the buildings as he scaled the walls to reach the roof. From then, he pulled nothing back, rushing forward with the same enthusiasm as König had when he led first, and leaped, the muscles of his legs pushing him high across the buildings with Gaz flying beside him.

Venom had made quick work of the situation, his body invulnerable to anything but loud sounds and fire, which none had since it was a rainy night. You found Horangi and Alejandro first, Venom doing what he knew best: protecting you, in relation, what you loved too, and feeding on human heads, the chemicals in the human brains nurturing him. Alejandro and Horangi were naturally confused and distrustful of Venom, but you had Gaz to smooth things over, and knowing that Venom’s way of speaking was curt and up-to-point - annoyingly blunt - it made your body soar with relief. They, albeit confused and curious, followed you from the ground as Venom cleared a path to the next ones.

Price, Rudy and Soap were the biggest team from your unexpected separation. They jumped at Venom’s appearance, Soap throwing threats at him when he took a step towards them. That was expected, Venom - even being the symbiote you were hosting - was a stranger to them and Soap reacted according to his instincts. That blaring, red light that signalled his brain to send his body on complete guard about the danger, Venom couldn’t escape a werewolf’s keen situational awareness. You’d taken the initiative to calm them down, seeing as everyone was already down, the enemy loaded with bullets and dying in a pool of their blood. You kept the explanation short and simple, giving them the important points before promising to tell Price everything he wanted to know after you found Ghost and König.

Those two were harder to find, forcing Venom to extend himself to sense the slightest presence of either man. It couldn't be easier that Ghost was a wraith, being able to disappear and appear at will and that König knew very well how to hide, perhaps as well as Ghost could. When Venom found them, Ghost shot first, “shoot first, questions later” seemed to lead his decisions with König not far behind him. He brought his arms forward to protect himself and you, hidden within his mass. Venom growled but didn’t attack them, hissing the words you spoke to him to them. It was a simple quote that you’d shared with them in situations where they needed to find you between the hostages or under disguise.

Like calls to like.

It was simple, but telling. They stopped the moment Venom uttered them, knowing well you were inside Venom, Gaz landing before him and the others steadily arriving behind the two. Task Force 141 was finally complete, from the most humane to the most chaotic hybrid, some were hurt, grazed, protrusions, and stabbed, but all were alive. You were glad, you were really, really happy that everyone was safe and alive.

Seated in the Razor, the silence and tension were thick within the cargo hold, Horangi and Gaz framing your sides with Price taking the seat across from you. You could see the stress and tension rolling off his shoulder after treating everyone, his brows furrowed and a frown curled his lips under his beard. Beside him was Alejandro and Ghost, both - like everyone else - wearing a confused and disgruntled expression on their face, their eyes gleaming with questions left unsaid. You’d left them wondering if their minds were playing tricks on them, if they were seeing things, if they were imagining things and if they were losing their minds. You understood the anger, but you had your reasons to hide Venom’s existence.

Price crossed his arms, legs spread wide as he leaned back, his head tipped back with an inquisitively serious look. He raised a brow at you, waiting to see if you could prove your case or if you had anything to add before he started. With nothing to say, you bit your bottom lip, your shoulders screwed with anxiety and fear. You didn’t know what to expect now that your well-kept secret was out.

“We have a lot to talk about, Hunter.”

“I know, Captain.”

Better sooner than later, leaving it to fester and grow would be bad for the TF’s morale and relations.

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adviceformefromme · 20 days ago

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A little personal note and advice as we wrap up 2024!!

Finally getting some time to myself...Currently in the process of moving apartments so just finding some time now to write and share. It’s been another crazy year. I am always amazed at my life and the things I accomplish each year. The theme for 2024 was definitely healing and wellbeing, and for that I have made transformational change. Some things I did that really made 2024 transformational.

Moved overseas, moved into the apartment that had been occupying my vision board for years. The process to moving overseas started 12 months prior, I went ghost for a few months prayed and meditated every single day asking God for where I should move to (I didn’t know where my vision board home was), I was guided to a location, trialled living there for almost 3 months fell in love, returned home to sort my visa and finally made an official move 1 year later. This was a process of listening to Gods direction and being obedient. I tried to move abroad before and it was truly not in God’s plan, I wasted time, energy and money seeking something that was not for me. Lesson learnt. Listen for God’s direction always. Take action from that place.

I went from having the worst birthday of my entire life last year, to having the best birthday of my entire life this year. The reason I share this is because those dark places you’re in right now can literally be a catapult to your dream life, just like the previous story. In my darkness last year, I swore to have the very best birthday this year. A yacht, girls trip, amazing food, music. I imagined it all, and I did it all. It was incredible. I loved being on the yacht, I loved that I arranged it and I loved that my dreams were possible. I planned this trip from January with friends and at points I thought it wasn’t going to happen, the boat prices were super expensive, the boat I loved didn’t allow food.. But I persisted. I convinced the boat to make an exception. It was truly a magical birthday. And the lesson is to dream big and make plans, even if you don’t have the funds, even if it’s seems wild. You can experience your dream life if you stay focused and committed (time and planning makes this a lot easier).

Walking away from people you care deeply about, for your own wellbeing. There was a particular person in my life who actually transformed me, this connection was one of those that shift the entire direction of your life, they lift the veil and open your eyes to a new way of thinking, of seeing yourself and loving yourself. But these people are like angels that come to help and heal you, but sadly have to leave when that season is over. And this was the case, I did try to hold on for longer but, every part of me knew my season with this person had past. As painful as this is, walking away means it’s back in God’s hands. By doing this I allow space for alignment, I allowed myself to trust, and stay true. You always know in your heart when you are going against yourself, when you are wanting more than someone can give you, when you are holding on when it’s time to let go. And by being brave, and remaining graceful you can appreciate what was, and welcome more truth.

I invested in my health on a new level. Infra-red sauna and ice bath spa weekly. Removed carbs from my diet. Green juices daily. High protein. Blood works every 12 months. Health checkups. Supplements. Homemade goats milk kefir. Low-tox living. Gym membership. Bi monthly acupuncture. Chiropractor adjustments. Dry body brushing. Weekly bone-broth. Only buying clothing made from natural fibres (linen, cotton, wool). No polyester. Downloaded Yuka app to ensure I am checking the harm rating of products I buy. This transformation has resulted in a deeper self love and care. I have no desire for alcohol, for anything toxic in my body. This journey started with a health scare last summer and resulted in a complete holistic lifestyle change. It didn’t happen overnight. It’s been a process, and there is still a way to go. But my key takeaway is to continue to educate myself and learn about living better, because every change I have made has enhanced my life on a new level.

As I wrap up this year, I am reminded that I am responsible for creating the life of my dreams. It’s the efforts I make, the choices - daily. The books I read, the conversations I have, the risks I take. The vison board I stay close to. Listening to God, prayers, actions. The actions are KEY. Next year I plan to go braver and bolder. No dream is too big. 2025 I am coming for you!

#personal growth #manifestyourreality #levelupjourney #levelup #lawofattraction #manifesting #growthmindset #manifestingmindset #levelup confidence lawofattraction powerofthemind #personal

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vulpixisananimal · 1 month ago

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(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

[A:3 C:56]

[TWs: Medical check up. Needles. SH Scars]

"Thanks for coming by, Siffrin, Isabeau." (Dr. Gina Joy took a seat at his desk. You and your emotional support Isabeau were sitting across from him on a nice couch.)

"Well uh, thanks for having me. Haha" (You rub the back of your neck.) "I-I, uh. . . I'm, just a bit, nervous?"

(The three of you were in one of the medhouse's cosy exam rooms. There was a small desk, the couch where you sat, a few paintings, a bookshelf, and a drawer with medical stuff on it. At the back there was a raised bed as well.)

"That's fine!" (Gina responded with a smile.) "Today's really open for me so we can take our time, alright?"

"T-thanks."

(Isabeau squeezes your hand.) ". . . Uh, is it alright if I stay for this?"

"That's up to Siffrin, he's the patient."

"P-pleasestay." (You look up at him, pleading.)

[Stars ABOVE Siffrin!!]

(You shrink down a bit as Isa responds.) "O-of course! Doctor visits can be very scary!"

"Don't worry, I don't bite." (Gina chuckles.) "So, ready?"

[Absolutely not.]

{No.}

(You nod.) "N-no, but, gotta start sometime." (Cue nervous laughter.)

"That's the spirit!" (Gina clapped his hands together.) "So! First, I want you to know that no matter what you tell me, I will treat it with utmost seriousness, and I will not tell anyone outside this room about what you tell me. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Alright." (He opens a notebook and clicks a pen.) "Second off, when was the last time you had a checkup?"

". . . . . . . . . " (Uh. . . It was. . . When?)

[No idea~]

{The answer might be never.}

(But, that's not true, what about. . .) "Uh, didn't a doctor visit me in Jouvente?"

"No, that was just to check your craft exhaustion." (Isa responds.)

"Uhm, what about in Dormont-"

"Same reason then too."

"But what about-"

"That was to patch your eye up."

"Uh, and, before that. . . ?"

"Nope." (Isabeau shakes his head.) "Never had the chance when we were saving the world!"

"F-fair." (You sink down into your cloak.) "S-so, uh, never?"

"No shame in that." (He writes something down.) "It happens. Well, what kind of conditions do you know you have?"

"Well, eye don't know about that~" (You stick out your tongue.)[Ugh.]{. . .}

"Pfft-" (Gina shakes his head, grinning.) "Fair enough. So are you missing your eye? Or is it just blind."

"Oh it's long gone." (You laugh a little.) "I took a hit meant for Bonnie, and my eye was the price." (But you'd do it again. Every-)

[Single-]

{Time.}

"I see." (Gina nods.) "I think it goes without saying but, thanks for that. Y'know, saving the country. Anything else?"

"Well. . ." (You tug on your cloak.) ". . . I have, a lotta scars."

"That's okay." (Gina writes something, then pauses.) ". . . No matter how you got them."

{. . .}

". . . Anything else?"

"U-uh. . . I, have, some weird, weird body stuff? Privates, stuff."

"No shame in that."

[Pineapples, stardust~] "O-oh! Right! I'm allergic to pineapples."

"Oh? How severe?"

"Deadly." (You give Isa a smug smile. He just put a hand on his forehead.)

"A-and, uh. . ." (. . . You, don't know if. . .)

[. . . Later.]

{Once we know the doctor better.}

(Okay.) ". . T-there's. . . Something else but, I'm, not comfortable saying it yet."

"Take your time." (He looks up and moves some hair out of his face.) "Alright then! If that's all, could you just sit over at the bed so I can get started?"

"O-okay!" (You let go of Isas hand and hop up. You walk over to the bed at the back, slowing down a little, hesitating. . .)

[. . .]

"Should, s-should I take my cloak off?" (You say. If you're already going all in. . .)

"Please, shoes too."

"A-alright." (You hesitate, reach to the pins of your cloak, and undo them. You, take off your cloak. Isabeau's at your side, you give him your cloak. You kick your shoes off. You don't look at Gina.)

". . . Like I said, no matter how you got them." (He talked in a supportive tone.)

(Your skin tingles. You shuffle over to the bed and hop up, you take a shaky breath in, and out.) ". . . . . . T-thankyou."

"No need to thank me, Siffrin." (You finally look up at Gina. He was beaming, Isabeau was giving a double thumbs up from behind him.) "Let's get started."

(Gina got to work, checking all over your body, writing down your results. It was, a lot at once, woah.)

(Gina put a band around your arm, it constricted slightly.) ". . . 128 over 71, blood pressure's a little high."

(Gina put a stick in your mouth.) "36.8C Perfectly average."

{He was changing gloves and washing hands periodically.}

(He looked in your ears with some sort of light that looked like a pen.) "Looks nice and clear."

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, please." (You do, he puts a popsicle stick on your tongue and looks down your throat with that same light.)

". . . ." (He stares for a second.) ". . . It looks like you have scarring back there, similar to your friend, actually."

"Ohhuua?" (You try and say.)

(Gina takes the stick out.) "Do you know what that's about? There's no record of what causes it."

"O-oh, uh. . ." (You rub your shoulder. You, right, it was-)

{The island, and saying its name.}

(R-right.) "Do you, know about the island north of Vaugarde?"

"Uh. . . Uhm. . ." (He taps his chin.) ". . . Yeah wait, isn't, that the island that just, disappeared a few years ago?"

"That's the one." (You clear your throat. Just, relax.) "A, a long story short. No matter what you do, you can't remember it anymore. Or anything relating to it. A-and, if you try saying the island's name, well. . ." (You tap your throat.)

". . . I see!" (Gina went and wrote all that down.) "I'll, ask for more details after we're done here if that's alright."

"Fine by me."

(He finishes writing that down and walks back to you.) "Good! Oh! Apart from that your mouth looks good, but I'm no dentist. Alright, so, let's get to the obvious."

"Look directly up, please, but don't move your head." (He gets that light again and points at the bottom of your eyeball as you look up.) "Hmm, looks good from here!"

"At least I have one that works." (You try and joke.)

"True enough! Let's keep it that way. Now, may I?" (He asks, gesturing to your eyepatch. You nod.)

(He takes the eyepatch off for you, and looks around your damaged eye.) ". . . Lots of scarring. That glass eye is some good craftsmanship, but a bit worn. Does your other one look the same?"

(You exchange a look with Isa.) ". . . Other, one?"

". . You don't have a spare?" (He stands up.) "Wait, you do take it out to clean it right?"

(You glance to the side.) ". . . I, didn't know you needed to?"

". . . Got it!" (He shakes his head, smiling.) "I know a glassblower in town, I'll write you a prescription for them to make you another one. And I'll get you info on taking care of an empty eye socket."

"Although." (He looks at the eyepatch.) ". . . A craft to help keep dust and such out. Where'd you get this eyepatch?"

"I made it!" (Isa raised his hand.) "I can show you how I did it if you want!"

"Please!" (Gina chuckles.) "It's really good work!"

(Back to it, Gina grabbed his stethoscope and put it to your chest.) "Juuust breathe naturally."

(He puts his stethoscope to multiple parts of your chest, then your back, then your chest again. He's making an, annoyed face? He stops using the stethoscope, and gently grabs your wrist, mouthing something to himself as he presses on an artery.)

[Stardust, how did you mess up BREATHING!]

(I didn't-! He goes and gets a different stethoscope and does the same.)

". . . Try. . . . . . Holding your breath?"

(You do so, and wait. seven, ten, thirteen, twenty seconds. He presses the stethoscope to multiple parts, and listens. . . Eventually he steps back.) "Okay, that's enough."

(You take a few breaths.) "Uh. . . All, all good?"

". . . I'll be honest, Siffrin. I have no idea what the fuck is going on with your heart."

"UH-" (Isabeau shared your worried look.)

"It's, well! Your heart is beating, I can tell that from your radial artery. But when I try to listen to it there's just this. . . Buzzing?"

". . . O-okay!" (You laugh nervously.)

[?!?!?!?!?!!? JUST, OKAY?!?! STARDUST?!??!?]

{Hmm. Strange. Concerning.}

"I've. . . . Never heard of anything like it!" (Gina tapped his foot, thinking.) "Have you had heart problems before?"

"Not, really?"

"Siffrin you had a heart attack!" (Isabeau interjects.)

"O-oh, oh yeah. From the craft exhaustion." [STARS!! You are a mess, Stardust.]

". . . O-kay." (Gina goes back to his notebook and writes a few things down.) "From what I can tell your heart is working fine for now, but without something more invasive that buzzing is making it hard to listen."

"For, for now?!?"

"A heart attack can damage the heart and cause even more heart problems." (He finishes writing and walks back over to you.) "I can get you some medicine that can restart your heart in a pinch. Just in case."

"That'll be a relief." (Isabeau sighed.)

(He continued with the check-up. Getting a small rubber mallet and gently tapping your knee.) ". . . Very good reaction time."

(Next, a needle.) "Just a blood draw, want me to count down? No? Alright." (He looks for a good artery, then goes in with the needle. You didn't even flinch.)

(Gina took the needle back, and put a cute smiley bandaid over the wound.) "Okay, so, I need to be thorough and do a full body examination, and that means being nude. Is that alright? I could send Isa out."

"I-I--" (You bite your lip and look at Isa. He's looking away, flushed.)

[S-stars above-]

{It's a doctor visit. Get over it. You nod, Siffrin relays your words.} "It's fine, for both."

"Alright. In your own time." (Gina goes to one wall and reaches above a cabinet and flips a hidden switch, a pole with a curtain leaned down and he pulled it across. Privacy.)

(You gulp down your anxiety, and, with a shaky hand, take off your, shirt, first. Oh s-starsabove you didn't think this would, w-would-)

[Well you're here NOW! UGH! Who planned this again?!?]

{Asterion.}

[WHY!?!? Blinding- None of you have even MET Asterion!! And he's here just making decisions!!!]

(. . . It's, not a bad one though, is it?)

[Well. . .]

{It's not. You finish getting undressed. If you can't trust a doctor who can you trust.} "Done."

{If you two can't behave, I'll keep us on a lead. Gina retracts the curtain and starts the examination.}

". . . I, take it you've talked to those close to you about these scars?" {Gina asks, looking over your arms.}

"Yeah." (You nod.) "I, I'm, trying, not to."

"That's alright. As long as you're trying, and I can tell none of them are fresh." {He pauses at the large scars on your torso.} "What I'm more curious about are these. They look like, large stab wound scars."

"U-uh-" (You make a face.) ". . . It, was, a giant knife?"

"Well, with whatever you guys went through I'll believe it." {He smiles. You hated the touch, but, you glanced at Isabeau. He doesn't look worried.}

[Mal. He's a FLUSTERED MESS!!]

"Top surgery?" {Gina asks, examining the two chest scars.} "It's a sloppy job. Was body craft not an option?"

"N-no it wasn't. My extended family didn't like how I was born, but I couldn't use wish craft to change it." {You.} (speak.) "You're supposed to make a wish to change your body instead of using body craft, but kids aren't allowed to use wish craft. So, my parents had to. . . . . . agree. . . . . To. . . . . . . . ."

(You feel dizzy. You stumble back, sitting down on the bed again. Gina handed you some water, Isa was staring at you, before getting up and getting a pen.)

"Uh, do you have a spare piece of paper?"

"O-oh sure! Here, why?"

"It's, Sif sometimes gets moments where he remembers so I gotta write it down before I forget."

"Ah- right okay. I have, a lot to read up on don't I."

"Yeah-"

"What're we talking about?" (You shake your head and look up.) "Sorry I just, zoned out."

"I-it, was about those scars. On your chest." (Gina replied, getting back over to you.) "Have you always had memory issues?"

"Kinda?" (You shrug.) "I don't think it's that bad."

(You hear Isa choking a little across the room.) "Siffrin, your memory is a sieve with a cannon hole in it!"

(You reach for your cloak- RIGHT. NUDE.) "C-canwecontinue-"

"Of course, Sif!" (Gina says in that calm tone of his. He gets back to it.) "Hmm, it looks like you need to eat more, but you're definitely getting enough exercise. May I. . ? Thank you. . . Yep, looks perfectly healthy down there!"

(Your heart skips a beat.) "I-I, what?"

"What." (Gina looks up at you.) "Did you expect something different?"

"W-well, it's, y'know. . ." (You look away, uncertainty plaguing your face.) "Not, normal. At all. Down there."

"Just because it's not normal doesn't mean it's not perfectly fine and healthy." (He stands up and pats you on the shoulder.) "Intersexism is fine. There's studies tying some health problems later in life to it, so make sure to check up again."

"O-okay-" (You squeak.)

"Oh! And have you been intimately active? Experienced Vaugardian culture, as it were?"

(Huh? What does that. . . . .UHM- YOU COVER YOUR FACE.)

[. . Well!]

{No? The answer is no, isn't it?}

(. . . . . .)

{. . . Siffrin. What did you-}

(You. Let out a mumble.) ". . . H-heyIsa-?"

". . . . . Y-yeahSif?" (His voice was very normal.)

". . . Can you. Plug your ears and hum to yourself please?"

"O-OKAY-!" (A second later you hear Isabeau humming softly as you whisper the answer to Gina.)

". . . Okaydone-"

"MNFSBHNDSDBNM" (Isabeau groans into his hands.) "Idunnowhatitwasbutwecantalkaboutthatlaterifyouwant-"

"Okaythankyou--"

(There's a bit of a silence as the two of you silently die inside. Gina breaks it.) ". . . . Wwwweeeeeellllllll that's the physical all done. Uh. I'll give you a second to get dressed."

(You're covered by the curtain again.)

[Stardust~]

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!)

{Siffrin.}

(LALALALALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUu finish getting dressed and not thinking about that at all.) "All done!"

"Oki Doki!" (Gina puts the curtain back.) "The last physical thing I wanted to ask about was that craft exhaustion. Like I said last time, once you get it once it'll be easier to get it subsequent times. What craft were you overusing?"

". . . . Uh." (You make a face.) ". . . Time craft?"

". . ."

"I-I'm serious!"

"I. . . Okay! If the King could do it then so can you. Okay." (He sits down and thinks for a minute.) ". . . I ask because if you get craft exhaustion that means you'll be affected by craft overuse, too."

"Craft whatnow?" (You tilt your head.)

"If you use crafts too much without a break it'll start to affect your body." (He spins in his chair and grabs a book off the shelf. He opened it to a page and showed it to you.) "Here."

(The book had a picture of four hands. One was normal, the other three, well, Gina explained.) "The first is a normal hand. The second one with calluses is from rock craft overuse. The third thin looking one is from scissors overuse, and the fourth one with thin pale skin is from paper overuse."

". . . Huh! I've, never heard of that!"

"Me neither." (Isabeau adds.) "I've never seen anything like that before."

"It's hard to overuse the three basic crafts." (He looks through the book.) "And the only entry for time craft overuse says you just die. With a little smile face in the small print. Funny."

"Very funny." (You grumble.) "I uh. . . I'll admit I, do, overuse time craft. A lot. I can't say how, for, reasons."

"I'll trust you." (He looks at the book intensely for a few more minutes.) ". . . . Okay, theory time. If time craft is linked to transportation craft, similar to how time and space are linked, then there's a good chance their craft exhaustions are linked too."

"Transportation craft is difficult, but not impossible. We have records of its overuse and effects; it completely ruins your sense of direction and balance. It's like you lose place of your location in space."

"Oh! So!" (Isabeau jumps in.) "For time it must be losing your sense of passing time! That makes total sense!"

"Does it?" (You scratch your head.) "I don't think that's happened at all though."

"How long have we been here, Sif?"

". . . 3 hours?"

"30 minutes."

"H-HUH?!?!?" (You look around for a clock.) "That, what?!?"

"Fascinating!" (Gina is writing faster than Odile.) "Hmm. . . Well, I'll just play it safe and assume that's true. There's a clockmaker in town, I'll get them to make you a pocket watch that can chime periodically."

"Uh. . . Thanks?" (You rub your head.) "Sorry I'm just, surprised?"

"So am I." (Gina gestured back to the couch.) "You can get comfortable again, I just have one last thing I want to go through."

(You get up and go to the couch; cloak and shoes back in place. You looked at Isabeau next to you, he was smiling, but still had a hint of a blush on his face. You reach your hand out, he takes it.)

". . Y-you okay, Sif?" (He leans down and whispers.)

"Y-yeah." (You nod.) "Just, yeah."

"I love you."

"I love you too." (You take a second, then look up at Dr. Gina.) "S-so."

"So!" (He finishes his writing, then gets out a clipboard with some papers on it.) "I have a few things I'd like you to fill out, if that's alright. I promise not to judge, okay?"

(He hands you the clipboard and a pen. Looking over the first page, it's, questions. "How often are you distracted by noises around you?" "How often do you interrupt others.")

["Do you have fears about harming yourself or others." "Fear of saying certain things" "Often find yourself lost in thought."]

{"Do you have excessive concern about animals." "Fear of accidentally stealing things." "Have trouble remembering things."}

(. . . . . .)

{You. . . . Take your time.}

{. . . . A lot of these questions take a while. You have to be honest with yourself. You glance at Isabeau. He's looking away, giving you privacy.}

{. . . . . . . . . . .}

(You hand it back. Gina takes it and starts looking over your answers. You look away.)

"It's alright, this'll just take a minute."

{You tuck your legs up inside your cloak and hold them close. Fear bubbling in your gut. This. . . Wasn't a bad idea. But you hate it.}

[You, couldn't agree more.]

(It feels like forever. You lean on Isa, he puts an arm around you. Stars, maybe you are loosing your sense of time. . . Finally, Gina speaks up again.)

". . . So! This questionnaire was to help me get a better idea of your mental health." (He taps his pen.) "There's a good chance you have a form of autism or ADHD, or both. And I'm positive you have anxiety and depression. I could get you some medication for that, but again, you'll need to see a specialist."

"ADHD?" (You tilt your head.) "What's that?"

"Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. It's an inability to control what you focus on." (He continues.) "You're also definitely suffering from PTSD, I'm not really surprised considering all you've been through. You've both been through."

"And lastly, you may have some form of DiD, Dissociative Identity Disorder. Although again, you'd need to see a specialist for that."

"Huh?" (Why does that sound familiar?) "And what's that mean?"

"Well." (Gina put his hands together.) "It's, having dissociative episodes and essentially having multiple personalities, or identities, in one body. Does that sound familiar?"

". . . . I-" (Oh stars, oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars-)

[C-calm, calm down Siffrin, you, we, aha-]

{You turn to Isa and tug on his arm, eye wide. His face looked some mix of, proud? Excited? You couldn't tell. He smiled and nodded, putting an arm around you.}

(You, wait like that for a few seconds, breathing, you're okay, it's okay.) ". . I, I guessed as much, h-haha."

"Yeah?" (Gina tilted his head.)

"S-sorry, just." (You hold closer to Isabeau.) "I, I knew I had, something like that, I even met someone who also has it, gave me advice. B-but. . ."

"It's different having a doctor say it, right?"

"Y-yeah. . ."

"I know the feeling." (He's talking so softly. You hear the scribble of his pen.) "I'll make a note here for that, alright? But you'll need a psychiatrist for much more, alright?"

<Ugh.>

[Problem?]

<No.>

[You're a bad liar~] "Thank you so much, Gina. . ."

"No problem!" (Gina clicks his pen and puts it to the side.) "That's pretty much everything! I have a lot to write up, and I'll have to check your blood but that'll tay a few days."

"So. . . . We're, done?"

"That's all!" (He beams at you.) "Once I get you that medical plan, you're free to go!"

"Absolute lifesaver." (Isa chuckled.) "Thank you so much, Gina!"

"No problem! You can wait in the lobby if you want." (He gathers the papers and puts them together.) "Who knows! By the time I'm done, Boniface might be walking home with you!"

(That's. . .)

(. . . That's good to hear.)

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jimmy-j-james · 2 years ago

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Any chance you could make a part two of Venom!Reader x Price, or a similar idea with Soap/Ghost? I think it's such a cool prompt

VENOM AU W/ SOAP AND GHOST

- Ghost x M!symbiote!reader & Soap x M!symbiote!reader

- Proofread:

- Genre: ???

- Synopsis: Drabbles on what it’d be like if Soap and Ghost had you as their symbiote, or more specifically their first impressions.

A/N: If anyone is wanting either drabbles for other characters, or full stories like Price’s, do request!

⚠️ Simon’s part is a bit graphic and more aggressive in nature⚠️

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SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

Simon had found you while on a lone mission. The task at hand was simple. Walk in, grab the valuables (this case being the illegal scientific subjects), and get out.

Of course, the Brit wasn’t as lucky as the one tank for grabs was broken, the symbiote no where in sight.

The sight was a panic alone, but what further presented as eerie was the obscene sounds of wet flesh from above.

As Simon raised his gaze, he was shocked to find a black inky blob drop down onto his face. Pained noises escaping the man as the unlabelled thing forced its way into his maw before disappearing into his body.

Panting and shaking, Simon calls in the incident, called back for evac and an immediate check up with the base’s doctors.

The checkup had gone awful. He was sweating, hungry, and aggressive. Feral, that’s how the doctors described him.

They sent him in for an MRI, which had only caused more harm. In a strange fit of rage, Simon had even destroyed the machine. God knows how he had the strength to do such harm..

The strange behaviours only continued though. From general hunger to thoughts of cannibalism.. he’d express his concerns to Price again, earning himself a necessary time in solitary.

Pounding at the walls, screaming things he’d swear was out of his control. He felt insane and drained.

Lying back against a cold stone wall, that’s when Simon met the parasite. He had thought it was trick of the eye, but no.

A slick and slimy tendril traced out from beneath his sleeve, snaking down onto the floor as grasping hold of a small mouse that had been idly picking through rubble.

Simon watched out in horror as the creature strangled the small creature. Inside he thought back to the men he had killed in similar ways, but something about the way this small mouse was slowly being killed.. it scared him.

The tendril slowly retrieved the dead mouse, dragging it up to the head it had poked out from Simon’s shoulder.

The crunch alone scared traumatized the Brit, shooting up in a panic as he banged on the door desperately. Shouting out about the alien.. something passers would ignore on claims of him being insane.

“You are scared?” A low, raspy, and grotesque voice calls out from behind Simon, another small tendril slipping up his neck, beneath his mask. “They will not help you like I can. You want love, I can be that.”

The tendril is cold to the touch, dragging goosebumps along the man’s skin. A stuttered exhale leaving Simon’s scarred lips. He can’t help the way the touches relax him, an unexplainable phenomenon.

“You like this?” The creature purrs, almost tauntingly. “You humans are such needy beings.”

To you, Simon was a needy man. He practically lived off your touch and praise. Completely and solely dependent on you.

It was such a contrast to his past shell of being. The old Ghost, the one that would berate him for being so clingy to this alien.. but to him, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you.

He fed you his victims, devoted his life to you. Saw upon you as a god rather than a parasite. A blessing even.

No one knew if it was a good or bad change for the bloke, but one thing was certain. Don’t bother trying to remove you from his body. If you were to be removed, either you’d let the man die, or he’d let himself die. Both of you needed each other, and no one could take that from you.

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JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

John had found you after running loose within a crash site. He had happened to pass by the crash of your ship, to which you had taken it upon yourself to use him as a host, without his knowledge of course.

He hadn’t noticed until days had passed. He was constantly craving weird things.. chocolate at first but then live animals. Next was the ungodly fevers he faced. Constantly sweating, and not your average amount either. Drenched head to toe in the stench. It was so bad to the point he was forced on medical leave, forced into bed rest while studied by the many doctors on base.

All was fine until they had him in a MRI. He freaked, or more so, whatever possessed him did. It was painful and traumatic. Seeing the sickly black mess slide across the floor. The doors were immediately locked, trapping him inside with it. Better him than the whole base, huh?

It’s what caused the alien creature to reattach to his body, to the life source it needed. It was what provoked the first verbal contact with said being.

“They want to hurt us.” It echoed throughout the Scot’s thoughts. Causing the man to stammer and desperately disagree.

“M-me? No, no, no! They’re after you!” He argued in turn, accent heavy in the moments of his panic. “Steamin’ jesus- get out of my body! Out of my head!”

To anyone else, the man looked absolutely insane. Fisting into his Mohawk, screaming on into an empty room. He remained like that, all until the other being spoke again. An grotesque tendril slipping out from his wrist, wrapping around one of his fingers.

“They don’t understand you like I do, John.”

The knowledge of his name alone had Johnny choking up. He was scared beyond belief. This had to be some cruel joke, maybe even the side effects of a bad concussion? But no. This was real. The thing was real. And he was stuck with it.

You thought of Johnny as the perfect specimen. Destructive and dependent of social praise. But those things didn’t matter anymore, he had you!

You kept him alive and well, refusing to detach from the Scot without harm caused. You truly were a parasite to him.

It had taken him awhile, but he had eventually learned to accept and care for you. Truly the perfect specimen.

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#cod x male reader #ghost x male reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x male reader #soap x male reader #soap mw2 #john mactavish x male reader #JimmyJ’s venom AU works

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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Mentor + Mentee-

-second part-

somethin quick, this was posted to my archive first as usual. pls let me know if there are any errors or if it copied weird. enjoy!!! :)

tags- thigh riding, vaginal sex, creampie, rough sex, toxic relationship, fem reader.

3.5k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-nsfw/smut-

Hanging up and tossing the heavy wired phone onto your desk, you groaned in pure exasperation. The paperwork on your desk seemed endless, the monotonous and drab of black ink on bright white paper burning your irises, enforcing a migraine on you.

You've just gotten off the phone with, whoever the fuck, discussing the possibility of getting an assistant to help you with the excess of paperwork you've been filling out as of late. You were a doctor, your main job consisted of ensuring your patients didn't bleed out under your steady and careful hand. It was already hard enough, and now you had the added stress of the sneering stack of papers mocking you.

You clicked the ballpoint pen, bouncing your leg as the tip of the pen hit the paper, dark ink pooling and bleeding through the thin material. Your grip tightened just then, the bouncing of your leg increasing tenfold as your thoughts ran wild.

And as you continued to think, you remembered a crucial detail.

The Task Force, fuck, they're coming back today. From some mission, and you're sure Gaz told you all about it while you gave him a routine checkup, but for the life of you, you couldn't remember the main gist of it.

You didn't want to face them, face him.

•

Biting back a wail of pain as you removed the intravenous line from Soap's arm, you heard Gaz howl in laughter from the spare cot he rested on. Which had garnered him an angered stare by Soap.

"You're such a baby," Gaz laughed, turning on his side to stare right at both you and Soap.

"Fuck off." Soap gritted, hissing in agony as you continued to stitch up his lesion.

"You gonna make me?" He teased, his stare not faltering on Soap's. He glared at him, about to retaliate with his own quip before you proceeded to wipe his wound clean, the sterile stench of the antiseptic flooding your nostrils. He let out a muted scream, his good arm covering the top half of his face.

"Keep still, Johnny." You huffed, adjusting the surgical mask pulled over your features. Gaz seemed to be having a field-day at watching the scene unfold, a smug smile on his lips.

"Gaz, I can stop the morphine drip, you know." You hummed, a hidden smile of your own forming. He looked at you, a glint of fear striking his honey eyes. You held back the urge to laugh, you enjoyed teasing both of these boys in your office, and you knew the three of you were aware that you'd never do anything to bring them more pain.

"Sorry ma'am."

Now it was Soap's turn to laugh, and you discarded your surgical gloves while hearing the two hurl crude insults at one another. They provided decent white noise, and you'd take that over the deafening silence of your rampant thoughts whilst your pen danced elegantly over the various documents.

The two eventually quieted down, a tranquil silence over them as you watched the pain medication take effect on their bodies. Not even five minutes passed before you heard them snore loudly, all cuddled up into the scratchy hospital blankets.

It'd been a couple of days since the entirety of the Task Force had returned. You've only been treating Gaz and Soap, your full attention on them. Usually, you would treat them all, but you honestly didn't want to face Ghost one on one. So, to take some heat off of you, you asked another medic to tend to both Price and Ghost. Just so he didn't feel like you'd singled him out.

But, your attempts would be in vain.

•

Stretching and hearing your joints and ligaments pop in relief, you slumped over the desk, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you filed the last group of papers. Both Gaz and Soap had left your office today, thanking you for taking care of them (after raiding your lollipop drawer).

So, you sat alone, the small swooshes of air against your body feeling welcomed, the ceiling fan above creaking with every spin. All you'd have to do now was stamp the final line of the packet, ensuring you've read over the contents carefully, and then you were free. Free to run into the uncomfortable and ill-fitting confines of your bunk.

You were lost in the work, so much so you hadn't even noticed the hulking figure taking up most of the space within your office.

"You're avoidin' me."

You nearly shrieked in terror, almost developing a fatal case of tachycardia as you held your hand over your rapidly beating heart.

"What?" Part of you wasn't really surprised that Ghost had managed to sneak up on you, it was his job, after all.

"You're avoidin' me," He repeated, stepping closer to you in large and fluid strides.

"No, I'm not avoiding you. Don't be ridiculous." Yes, I am.

"Actin' all innocent on me," He was right across from you now, his large hands resting on the cheap and fake wood of your desk, hearing it creak under his weight, "we both know that's not the truth."

"It is." It isn't.

"Get up." He commanded, and you knew that tone, that authoritarian inside of him being twisted and used against you in a way that it shouldn't.

"I'm busy." Liar.

"I won't ask again."

You shuddered lightly, telling yourself that it was just because of the excessive air from the ceiling fan skating across your heated skin. But you knew such a thing was a falsified truth.

"What? What is so important that-"

"Come over here." He hushed you before you could even finish your sentence, seating himself on a sterilised and neatly prepped cot. It was all too familiar, to the point where that same damned familiar throbbing and heat was felt in between your legs.

Your legs shook, hesitating to even take a single step towards Ghost, your mind and body both telling you different things. It was tearing you apart in the most agonising and tortuous way.

Still, you'd made you way towards him, standing idly as you struggled to maintain eye contact with him. A scowl formed on your lips, eyes flickering to his chilled demeanour. You hated how he was always so calm- so tranquil and at ease, like he wasn't feeling the same things you were, maybe because he's not, at least not for you.

"Sit." He spread his massive legs, indicating exactly where he'd wanted you. You listened wordlessly, taking a seat on his muscled thighs, your hands fisting into your scrubs.

"Make it quick," You huffed, now attempting to remove your uniform, "I have a lot to do." You sighed, fingers hooking at your waistband and pulling down, or at least you'd attempted to do so, being stopped by a harsh hand encapsulating both of your wrists.

He held your hip with his lone hand, beginning to slide you over the thick muscle of his thigh, hearing you gasp in shock. His eyes pierced your own, roughly continuing to move you atop him, the material of both your scrubs and panties against your clit overwhelming.

The both of you continued to stare at one another, your breath quickening as you felt that cursed familiarity of your orgasm creeping up on you with silent strides. Your hands were still stuck in Ghost's firm grasp, wanting nothing more than to grab at him, to pull his mask forward and kiss him like you'd perish without it. Without him.

Just thinking of such a scenario had you reeling, your hips jerking as you felt your clit being rubbed just by his thigh alone. The feeling of his as well as your uniform dragging against that sensitive nub making your mind go hazy.

As you felt your release become imminent, he stopped his movements, unshackling your hands from his grip. He hastily tore your uniform, something of which he'd only done when he was particularly angered. With you or his mission, you had no clue.

His cruel stare on you was discomforting, he looked at you like you were a piece of meat- something subhuman. Just a body to warm his cock, and how fitting your thoughts were- because he quickly slipped his own bottoms down, revealing his erect cock for a split second before burying himself inside of you.

Always so rushed, hurried and lacking any control. A crude opposition to him on the field.

You suppressed a high pitched moan, hands itching to touch him, to ground yourself against him and ride him until your thighs would burn akin to hellfire. He let out a deep grunt, his hand slapping the excess flesh at your ass, bouncing you atop him like you had been weightless.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were familiar with the fact that you were just Ghost's stress reliever. How he'd prowl into your office during the late hours to bend you over any surface and fuck you until muted screams left your lips.

For a while, you didn't mind it at all.

In actuality, you'd enjoyed such a thing. You felt an odd sense of honour swell in your chest, at the sole fact that he'd chosen you. He chose your body to hold onto, to whisper vile and cruel things in your ear, to grab at your body like that was all you were- a body. Void of a soul, a conscious, anything.

Being his personal fuck-doll had its ups and downs, where he'd make you orgasm more times than you could count, fucking you until you cried. But the polar opposite, of when he'd leave dark purples on your thighs, your hips, neck, fucking everywhere.

Like he was doing now.

You felt his hands roam around your softer body, catching at the fat of your hips, anchoring himself to you and bouncing you atop his thick and girthy cock with fervour. It was as if he didn't know the extent of his raw strength, already biting dark hues of purple into your soft and delicate skin.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your body struggled not to slump forward, flush against his strong chest. You didn't touch him, you swore you wouldn't. He didn't deserve it. A pathetic little thing you told yourself, just so you didn't get attached, because there was nothing more you'd yearned for to hold him like a lover did. To wrap your arms around him and feeling him lovingly piston into you, to kiss your cheek tenderly while your wet insides squeezed him with a vengeful grasp.

It's all too late, anyway.

He stopped, grabbing your chin and watching as your eyes popped open in disillusion.

"Eyes on me," Low, accented tone gravelly as he commanded you.

How dare he, your eyes met his instantaneously. Watching intently as his platinum lashes rested on his zygoma for a millisecond before opening back up to look at you. To look into you, to pick you apart, seemingly, until you turned to nothing. An obedient creature glued to his side, aching knees and jaw being ignored as you served him, like the good little thing you were.

His strained sounds were heard, quiet groans and animalistic sounding grunts as he thrusted upwards, bashing into your womb again and again. It hurt so good and you fucking hated it. You hated how just sole eye contact alone would have you naked and pressed against his clothed chest, fat cock stretching your insides.

Fuck, you loved it.

You absolutely adored it, being stuffed full of him, his mushroom tip pressing flush against your womb. Loved the bruises, the blemishes he's caused. His markings, claiming you as his, his plaything. Like an infants grubby hands over a shiny new toy, slobbering all over it and showing everyone that it was theirs.

No, you'd repeat, whilst being lifted off of him, your hands linked with each other behind your back, before being brought back down to him. Heavy cock twitching inside your tight walls, slick coating his dick, veiny and big, always reaching new spots inside of you. Spots that had searing stars incandescently tug at your vision.

Conflicting emotions, a curse, something that'd have you lay awake at night. Lay in your own cot, or sat next to an ill patient. Thinking about him, wondering, perhaps he was thinking of you, too.

How laughable.

Your eyes wandered, the interminable connection of your irises to his inadmissible. His eyes were always so eloquent, nearly showing what he'd been thinking. You couldn't stand it. You enjoyed the mask, enjoyed not seeing his face, because then, it'd be that much more personal. He wouldn't be Ghost to you anymore, he'd be someone, someone more than just a bed warmer.

Would you, though?

He squeezed your hips, garnering your attention to him once more. His brows furrowed, a thin sheet of sweat encompassing the two of you. He continued to fuck into your slick heat, revelling in how you always took him so well, as he said. Drunk off of you alone, and it was one of those nights.

"Fuckin' made for me,"

Just a slip of the tongue.

But no, you took that and ran with it, lungs burning while your legs continued to sprint. Oh, how you wished that was the case. You were tethered to him for a single purpose, for him to empty himself into you, to lay you across the hospital cot and fuck you from the back, always feeling him so deep. A place where no other man could dare to traverse, could never reach, anyway.

Was it on purpose?

Moulding you to his shape, getting you accustomed (it was always impossible anyways, taking him) to his cock. To spite you when you settled down, found a man who would love you, who would care for you. He wouldn't be enough, because Ghost already left his mark.

You were knocked out of your thoughts, thankfully, when you felt his gloved fingers begin to rub tight circles into your clit. His eyes now studied where the two of you had been joined, watching as your greedy pussy would always desperately pull his girth back in for more, a pathetic beg, don't leave.

You suddenly wailed, your hands grabbing his broad shoulders for purchase as your body shook. Toes curling, back arching as your eyes etched shut, sparkly tears trailing down your heated cheeks. You came hard against him, your essence coating his cock as he fucked you relentlessly, low and deep growls rumbling through his chest. He cursed, feeling your velvety insides continuing to take him deeper inside, he's already giving it all to you but fuck, you want more, you want it all.

"Such a greedy little thing."

He always knew what you were thinking.

"Love when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

Yes, no, yes, no-

"When I fill you up, fuckin' love it, don't you," He groaned, throwing his head back as he buried himself deep within you, nearly invading the inside of your womb as his warm and thick seed filled you. Marking you so that no other man could ever- would ever, do something striking even to him. Such a cruelty, acting like you'd belonged to him. You didn't know what he'd looked like, only aware of his name from medical records.

"Always so good for me."

And you hated how that had been the unvarnished truth.

•

You stared at your hands, ungloved and bare. Soft, skilled, shaking.

Why?

You'd touched him, in a way you swore you wouldn't ever. You'd expected to be thrown off, to be looked at as scum, worse than such a thing.

It was an accident, you didn't mean to. You weren't thinking straight, it was unfeasible with him splitting you open atop his lap. You just needed to ground yourself against him, for fear of falling, pathetic excuses.

A rueful thing you'd been over the next days, your usual adept hands quivering and trembling as you'd treated some of your patients.

You heard the click of a door open, and your posture snapped up, glossy eyes searching for who entered your space.

A breath of relief as it had just been Price.

You snapped a fresh pair of gloves on, bright blue going well with your dark scrubs. You led him to a cleaned cot, asking him just what the problem had been.

"Nothin' much, love." You loathed yourself for how your heart desired him to call you more pet names. To fill in Ghost's shadow and take care of you, as the natural leader he was. You were sure he'd be excellent at doing so.

"Missed your stitches, though." He huffed, relaxing into the bed as you ran an intravenous line for him just in case.

You looked at him, a quizzical glint in your eye. "My medic didn't take good care of you two?" Just you-

"Oh, no, didn't mean it like that." He looked penitent, kind eyes trailing over you before returning back to your stare. "Just meant that you know me better, sweetheart."

It was the truth, you were the Task Force's doctor, after all. It was just an innocent compliment of how good of a physician you'd been. Yet, you felt dizzy, the room a pirouette as you forced yourself to become calm.

"I'll keep that in mind next time, Price." You smiled, motioning for him to lift his shirt to check his lesions and other deep gashes that required attention. Your medic had done a good job, stitching and sterilising his wounds. But, the stitches were beginning to loosen, and you didn't need the wound becoming infected.

Your touches on him were always solicitous on him, more so than the others. Your gloved fingertips gentle on his muscled body, your stare wrongfully looking at his abs, lower and lower to that mesmerising trail of h-

"Gaz and Soap again?" He questioned, his gruff voice shaking you.

You looked at him confused, before he nodded towards the empty jar of sweets. You hadn't even noticed, they must've done so when you were out of the room, those stealthy bastards.

"Had to be," You laughed, making a mental note to restock the jar, "sorry you didn't get one."

"S'alright love." He hummed, his striking blues closing as you redid the stitches over his abdomen, watching as his stomach twitched in response to your careful and airy touch.

You finished quickly, removing your gloves and tossing them in a spare bin. You questioned if he'd wanted the extra fluids and medication, but he'd declined, thanking you for patching him up.

You motioned to clean your station, grabbing the bag of saline fluid before it had popped open, spilling all over your top. You cursed in vexation, more angry at the lost supplies rather than your soiled uniform.

Price quickly was at your side, spare cloth in hand as he attempted to clean the saline from your scrubs. "It's fine," You said, not used to being so close to him. His scent was intoxicating, that hint of smoke already having you feel utterly addicted to his presence alone.

He brushed you off, offering his services as he continued to dry you off. The cloth caught on the neck of the scrubs, pulling the material just below your clavicle, just where that array of purple lay, unperturbed on your skin. He let out a rushed apology, fixing you to look decent, his demeanour so focused on you.

Normally, it was the other way around.

But it felt nice being the one taken care of, for once.

•

Tossing your uniform into the laundry, you felt nice in a new set of clothes. No longer being confined to scrubs, but instead a comfortable cotton outfit against you. You eyed yourself in the mirror, clicking your tongue in distaste. Dark rings of purple running around the underside of your eyes, looking as if you haven't slept in years. Hell, it felt that way, too.

You'd had a long day, full of monotonous paperwork, sobbing soldiers who had flooded your office, crying for their mothers, and the thoughts of both Ghost and Price so tiring. You were giddy to finally be able to curl up into your bunk, drifting off into a dreamless sleep before your day would repeat at dawn.

And that was exactly what you had planned to do, to forget the days contents and reset and rest for the next.

But there Ghost was, at your door and telling you something, his words lost on you as you stared at him, balaclava pulled securely in place. Your eyes were fixed on his shoulders, right where you'd touched.

He beckoned you on to follow after him, and you wanted to plant your feet to the floor. To tell him no, to tell him that you had better things to do than to get fucked by him tonight.

Of course, you didn't do any of that.

Instead, you followed his lead, not asking a single question the entire way.

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karlachismylife · 3 months ago

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So I realized something. My forgetful ass forgot that I did in fact claim an emoji cause my brain just does that So just to let you know chronic pain anon here and I'm the hyacinth anon. Genuinely forgot, my bad. BUT WAIT I have a valid excuse though, my dog had puppies and they're VERY cute and take up ALL my headspace rn ily tho ty for being so cool lol

No worries love, I already added it to all your asks so you can find them easier just in case! hehehe glad to have you pretty <3

And also that's THE MOST VALID excuse, I wouldn't be able to think about anything even if you gave me one puppy. MANY PUPPIES? Brain.exe stopped working. Is it okay to ask for a picture? Totally only if you're fine with it!!

You're cool! And that's why you get task force 141 and puppies headcanons.

Price is the classic "dad said he didn't want a dog". He's already got three muppets and you to look after, he doesn't need puppies in his responsibilities too. So it's only becaue he doesn't want to have any complications that he gets them all the best care items, toys, food - also takes them (by himself, because he can only trust himself not to fuck this up) to the best vet to get all their shots and checkups. You could expect him to be strict and comply with nature's laws if there's one weaker puppy in the batch, but no, he's actually making everything he can to ensure this little fella gets enough food and doesn't get bullied by its siblings. And if you see Price snoring with the puppies climbing all over him or napping on his chest? You actually didn't see anything.

He also gets matching hats for all of them.

Ghost can't even pretend he doesn't wanna cry just from looking at these little buggers. They're just so small with their tiny tails and paws sliding from under their chubby bodies, and they are so fragile and precious, and he can fit two or maybe even three in his huge palm, warm, soft bodies that trust this scary man with their tiny puppy lives... yeah, no, he's actually red-eyed and sniffling, and he can't even pin it on allergy, because then, first of all, puppies will get taken away from him, and second, he's kinda sobbing and crying very obviously. They just unlock something in him, and all his outer shell cracks. He wants to hold them a lot, but he's also so very scared of harming them, he'll need your supervision just so that he doesn't fuck his own brain with ovethinking. Talks to the puppers quietly, with that brute care, and if you tell him not to teach puppies bad words, he'll actually try to avoid cussing around them.

Once they're old enough, he's picking some skull/skeleton themed collars and accessories for them.

Gaz did his research (as per usual), so he's actually extremely efficient and good when caring for puppies. No emergency is too scary for him, he's collected and confident, and they couldn't ask to be in better hands. If they need bottle feeding, he's sitting there with a very serious face on duty, but when he thinks no one's looking, he's actually making silly faces at them (yes, like with actual babies) and absolutely smitten by them. He's set on training them and teaching them tricks, but mostly just giving them enough to excersise their bodies and brains, so he'll give a lot of attention to each one of them to see what suits them the most.

He's also taking great care of the mama dog too. A true gentleman, he is!

Soap is fucking extatic as if he just got kids. He boasts about them at any given moment, has pictures on his phone, on his lockscreen, in his wallet, one tucked into his tactical vest (to remember what he's fighting for). He'll carry them around in those baby carriers, take them everywhere to "show them the world", including top shelves, fridge insides and neighbour's lawn. He's also forgetting everything except them, his ADHD ass locks in on the cuties so he can actually miss meals and shit (Soap! Missing meals! Unheard of.) because he's just stuck there, watching them wobble around and play. Absolutelty is their favourite playground, just lays down on the floor and lets them climb around.

Constantly has treats on him, but sometimes mixes them up with his own snacks and nibbles on those himself. He's grown quite fond of the chewy sticks though, maybe he should just buy a packet for him only...

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dabis-azure-songbird · 2 years ago

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May I please request headcanons for InuYasha, Sango, and Miroku having a modern-day S/O who suffers from sickle cell disease?

Hello, my darling! This took me a while. I'm so very sorry. So! This was at the tippy top of my list! Of course, you can request this. I tried to research this to the best of my ability, so I hope I did these headcanons justice. I know there are multiple forms, so I'm going to try to write ones that could apply to any of the types. ♥ All my love! XoXo

Pairings: InuYasha x Reader, Sango x Reader, Miroku x Reader who suffers from sickle cell disease

Warnings: None, just some extra love for SCD readers, etc.

Inuyasha

To be honest, I feel he wouldn't understand at all what that means at first.

But he's willing to learn and listen to you. (Still doesn't understand it all...especially doctor jargon)

And you think he isn't listening to you at some point, and then he surprises you by remembering and saying something that you had told him.

His personality is quite brash, so I feel like he's one that seems very strong on the forefront, but secretly studies as much as he can to help you and make you more comfortable.

I definitely think he tries to keep you comfortable. Puts a blanket over you and pats it or rubs your arms and hands if you're cold, or takes it off. Secretly pays very close attention to your cues and body language. Makes sure you have lots of water and adequate rest.

And I feel like he'd go to every appointment with you, arms crossed and face a bit unreadable beneath his baseball cap.

You might catch him crying secretly at night sometimes, but it's only because he loves and cares about you so much, darling. (Bh-huh!? Inuyasha!? Nahhhh >.> You didn't hear that from me!)

And if you need more severe treatments such as blood transfusions, bone marrow, etc, I feel he definitely has them check if he's a match for you first.

He's so loyal. If you're hospitalized or just going to doctors a lot, no matter what it is, he's always by your side.

And be sure to let him know if you're tired or anything! I'm sure he will give you as many piggybacks and let you rest as much as you need while he also keeps careful watch and rests with you.

Overall, he's the best S/O and caretaker he can be to you. I think he might only argue with you if you argued with him over the prices of treatments. Because it's your life and that doesn't matter if you feel better. He'll find a way.

Sango

She's such a sweetie. Even if you identify as a male or whatever you prefer, I feel she always brings you flowers and tries to make you smile in some way.

Works hard to also make sure you are comfortable and your needs are always taken care of.

Research to the end of the world to try to understand you and your condition better.

Like Inuyasha, she is always by your side, especially at appointments and checkups.

If you have to undergo any surgeries or transfusions, she makes sure she's the first person you see besides the doctors.

Is good about reminding you and keeping you on track with your schedule and appointments, medicines, but also dates! Also definitely tries to help you with preventatives to keep you healthy.

I feel her favorite thing is to go out with you to cafes on days you feel well enough to.

Tries to help doctors find you a match for transfusions or marrow if you need it.

She wants to be with you every step of the way. No matter how difficult or easy your path may be.

Sensitive but strong herself, I feel like the two of you can have heart-to-heart talks and rest in each other's arms when it's too stressful. She'll either listen or cry with you.

Just know she's always there and is always fighting beside you.

Miroku

This guy, ahahaha. But no. I feel he adds a bit to your stress since he's a womanizer sometimes...but just know, he's all yours and his heart will always be yours. He looks, but definitely WON'T touch.

I feel he's always trying to make you smile and laugh.

Definitely uses those flirty antics of his to try.

May convince you to have his child...ONLY IF YOU WANT TO.

If this happens, and it possibly causes your pain or anything to be more severe, I really think he feels guilty though.

Definitely seeks care for you and the baby always.

And if you decide not to, that's fine too!

He may seem a bit aloof sometimes, but he really is very serious about you.

I think his aloofness is caused by him being deep in thought about how he can better help and care for you quite honestly. Or if he can try to understand you better.

I feel he's the one to ask the doctors questions and try to help you figure things out better too.

He may miss one or two appointments every now and then, but he'll show up late...with some flowers and maybe your favorite snack in hand or stuffed animal too! (He took too long picking them out honestly.)

His favorite thing would be to cuddle with you at night and hold you. Especially if you're feeling cold or just not all that well.

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elvenbeard · 1 year ago

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2069

"Is this all there is to this life? Should be recognizin' myself in the mirror better each day, but instead I feel more and more like I'm lookin' at a stranger..."

Vince ran away from home in 2067, aided by Jackie Welles whom he'd met the same year through a fateful coincidence. Jackie and his connections helped him gain independence from his family, and opened doors into a world Vince had so far only seen from far above and far away.

From one environment of buzzing neon lights into the next, although a much less polished one, he ended up in Kabuki. There he stayed for the next two years to come. Drifting from one dissatisfying odd job to the next he tried to build a new life from scratch. In some ways it was a very freeing experience. On file, his birthday was a different one now, aging him up just enough to get his mother off his back. He started HRT, got tattoos he'd always dreamed of, dressed more how he liked without fearing repercussions. He even felt comfortable growing his hair out, dyeing it darker... And soon he began to only introduce himself as "V" to new acquaintances, a nickname and advice given to him by Jackie when they first met.

In other ways though he felt just as out of place in Kabuki as he did in Charter Hill, if not more.

He knew little about life on the streets, was overqualified for what his employers asked of him, and unhappy, underwhelmed with his living situation as a whole. He'd never had to survive on a budget, struggled to make ends meet, or worried about food and rent before. Even Jackie had no solution to these problems - and merc work would never be Vince's style, even if it meant easy money. "Easy" always comes at a price later on...

Eventually, he ended up helping out at a niche tech store with ties to the Tyger Claws. It became the longest job he managed to hold before his pride got the better of him. After many heated arguments with the owner he decided to quit on the spot without much of a Plan B left. He had always done his best to stay away from trouble, gangs in particular, especially after a very unpleasant encounter with the Valentinos two years prior.

Despite his careful attempts to conceal his tracks though, keeping a low profile, and trying to make this new life work out for him somehow, his past began to catch up with him as the Unification War started to threaten Night City itself...

Vince through the years (2/9)

Welcome to more behind the scenes rambles! XD Today: Vince's cyberware and tattoos, of which many were part of him as of 2069 already.

Not too much intense editing required for this set, the lighting in that street is really nice as is with all the neon and stuff! Just off of Kabuki roundabout, where the tech store Vince worked at for the better part of a year was situated.

I did have some fun playing around with some filters for the glitch effect - it's not quite where I want it yet, but I was going for the kind of look V has on surveillance cameras in game, with his identity obscured and such!

During his time in Kabuki he didn't quite have the means that would have allowed for something similar. But still, he was keeping a low profile and taking a lot of not-quite-legal measures to obscure his whereabouts and identity as best as he could to get away from his mother.

Also, this is full headcanon territory and I'm not sure how compatible it is with Cyberpunk lore (I tried to find something online, stumbled upon an extensive cyberware listing from the 2020 rulebook and such)... but my personal headcanon for his piece of neck cyberware is that it's fashionware on the outside, but under the surface it's doing some hormone synthesizing and regulation for his transition. Y'know, a convenient alternative for the array of options we have in our time and age with creams and gels or injections. A one time solution installed in your body that from day one will just do its thing for the rest of your life, basically (with some checkups and upgrades throughout the years obviously).

Also, Viktor got it for him, installed and all, and while they were at it Vince was like "Vik, do you do tattoos, too? I have an idea for something..." and that's basically how he got his demonic grin neck tattoo on the same day xD

Also around that time he would have gotten the wings on his back done:

Very symbolic and a little cliché, but he doesn't give a damn (and he doesn't know it at the time yet, but Kerry will love it xD). The whole "setting himself free" that year in all meanings of the word was very important to him. And by 2069 he'd completed the look with his chin and face tattoos.

The trans-colours cyber-flower on his right shoulder was the first "proper" tattoo he'd ever gotten, shortly before running away from home even. The little, slightly crooked Ursa Major just below it was a stick-and-poke a "friend" did on him even before that, but he never had the heart to get it covered. It's awkwardly positioned and a bit wonky, but he still likes it as a symbol and reminder of his childhood. He had the dots filled in with rainbow colors a little ways down the the line though.

His left shoulder and the chest piece connecting both right and left followed a few years later! We'll get to that :3

#cyberpunk 2077 #male v cyberpunk #cyberpunk v #corpo v #cp2077 #cp2077 vp #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk 2077 vp #vincent ezaki #my vp #I sometimes joke that Vince's background is half corpo half streetkid #but really he is too much a corpo at heart to really thrive on the streets even when forced XD #vince through the years #tagging as #trans!v tuesday #because this has some hcs on his transition that are very important to me

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Understanding Dental Implant Costs in Chennai: Factors and Benefits

By Dr. P. Senthilkumar and Dr. D. Sendhil Nathan (MDS, DNB Prosthodontics & Implantology)

Dental implants are an advanced solution for replacing missing teeth, offering unmatched durability and a natural appearance. In Chennai, the cost of dental implants can vary significantly depending on factors like implant brand, procedure type, and the expertise of the dentist. Renowned brands such as Nobel Biocare, Straumann, and Adin influence pricing due to their global reputation. At Sendhil Dental Care, we specialize in providing affordable, high-quality dental implants using cutting-edge technology and expert care.

This article covers dental implant costs in Chennai, the factors that affect pricing, the top implant brands, and why Sendhil Dental Care is a trusted name in implant dentistry.

Cost of Dental Implants in Chennai

The price of dental implants in Chennai varies based on the implant brand, origin, and clinical research behind the product. Leading brands like Nobel Biocare and Straumann, with decades of global trust, are often preferred for their quality. Below is an overview of popular brands and their approximate costs:

Implant Brand

Cost (INR)

Nobel Biocare

45,000 – 60,000

Straumann

46,000 – 58,000

Alpha Bio/MIS/Cortex

22,000 – 28,000

Zimmer/BioHorizons

42,000

Dentium/Osstem

34,000

Neodent

30,000

Adin

25,000 – 30,000

Bioline

24,000 – 29,000

All-on-4 (Stage 1)

2,60,000

All-on-4 (Stage 2)

1,40,000 – 2,10,000

Implant-Supported Denture

1,10,000

Zygomatic Implants (2 Pair)

2,70,000

All implants are certified by leading regulatory bodies like the FDA (USA) and European health agencies, ensuring safety and reliability.

Key Factors Influencing Dental Implant Costs

When planning for dental implants, pricing is just one of many considerations. Here are seven key factors to evaluate:

Type of Procedure

Single Tooth Implant: Best for replacing one missing tooth.

All-on-4 Implants: Ideal for full-arch restorations with fewer implants.

Mini Implants: A cost-effective option for specific cases but less durable.

Material

Titanium implants are durable and biocompatible.

Zirconia implants offer a metal-free alternative, often at a higher cost.

Implant BrandReputable brands like Nobel Biocare and Straumann ensure durability and performance but come with a higher price tag.

Expertise of the DentistSkilled implantologists ensure precision and long-term success. Always check the dentist’s credentials and experience.

Diagnostic TestsProcedures like X-rays, CBCT scans, and bone grafting may be needed to evaluate jawbone health, adding to the cost.

Clinic ReputationClinics with advanced tools, such as 3D imaging and guided surgery systems, may charge more but provide better results.

Post-Treatment CareRegular follow-ups and comprehensive care are essential for successful healing and implant longevity.

Why Choose Sendhil Dental Care?

Sendhil Dental Care is a leading dental clinic in Chennai, known for combining quality and affordability. Here’s what sets us apart:

Experienced Specialists: Our team of expert implantologists ensures successful outcomes for every procedure.

Advanced Technology: We utilize 3D imaging, guided implant surgery, and digital impressions for precision.

Affordable Solutions: Competitive pricing with EMI options makes our treatments accessible.

Personalized Care: Patient-centric care ensures a smooth and comfortable experience.

Additional Tips for Choosing Dental Implants

Consultation: Meet a specialist to create a personalized treatment plan and get an accurate cost estimate.

Insurance Coverage: Check your insurance policy for potential implant-related reimbursements.

Follow-Up Care: Post-treatment checkups are vital for long-term success.

Long-Term Benefits of Dental Implants

Though the initial cost may seem high, dental implants are a lifetime investment. Key benefits include:

Durability: With proper care, implants can last a lifetime.

Oral Health: Implants prevent bone loss and preserve facial structure.

Natural Appearance: Seamlessly blend with natural teeth.

Convenience: Unlike dentures, implants don’t require frequent adjustments.

Conclusion

Dental implants are a transformative solution for missing teeth. Understanding the cost of dental implants in Chennai ensures an informed decision. Sendhil Dental Care stands out for its premium services, competitive pricing, and patient-focused care. Whether you need a single tooth implant or an advanced All-on-4 procedure, we provide tailored solutions to meet your needs.

Take the first step toward a confident smile—visit Sendhil Dental Clinic & Implant Centre today!

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