#I have full arch implants

[fangswbenefits]

Devotion

Summary: You give yourself to Miguel, and he's about to show you what complete devotion looks and feels like. (Miguel's POV)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 4.2k

18+. Miguel POV. V*rginity loss. Cr*ampie. F*ngering. C*mplay. Org*sm denial. After care. Edg*ng. Br*eding k*nk.

Part 1. Devotion (reader's POV)

Thank you to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish!

 Miguel had decided to scoop you up in his arms and carry you to his bedroom, slowly placing you on his bed.

He then leaned in to place a kiss to your temple, further cementing his adoration for you.

You immediately tilted your head back, and he felt his ego soar.

You were always so eager for more… his sweet girl.

He could easily get lost in your body for hours on end. Being touch starved had made him desperate for your touch, and he wished he was still in awe at how responsive you were to him.

His lips hovered over yours, seeking your warmth, and he felt you pressing a hand to the side of his face. "Please kiss me…"

Just like clockwork, his cock twitched in response.

And he fulfilled your request, taking your lips in his.

He felt you arch into him, and he nearly lost it.

You were going to be the death of him.

He pushed his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss, and your hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Your eagerness nearly had him lose his balance, and he had to place both hands on either side of you for extra support, settling in between your legs at once.

A moan escaped your throat, and you broke the kiss all of a sudden, as the underside of his cock settled between your folds.

Your clit was swollen enough for him, and he could feel his sanity slowly draining from him.

"We can stop."

Your eyes locked with his. "Do you want to stop?"

You were so sweet…

He leaned to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "This isn't about me."

And he meant every word. As much as he wanted to be buried balls deep inside you for the first time, he didn't want that at the expense of your comfort.

You came first.

His desire was secondary.

"I want more…" you whispered with certainty, rolling your hips and causing his cock to slide along your clit.

That was enough to have more precum drip from the tip, as your wet folds enveloped him.

He couldn't fight back a throaty moan, but managed to gripp your hip to a full stop. "Are you on birth control?"

You paused abruptly. "What?"

The ultimate test to his remaining sanity was dependent on your reply.

"If you want to continue… I have to know."

"Yes—Yes, I have an implant."

He had suspected as much. A part of him wanted to breed you tonight and have you carry his child right away. But the rational side of him urged him to take it slow, so he felt relief that he could still spill himself inside you and practice for when the time came.

In the back of his mind, he wondered if you'd be able to take all of his cum without it overflowing.

Unlikely.

He groaned lowly, as he buried his face in your neck, lips caressing your heated skin, which prompted your hips to buck into him.

So fucking eager and needy… 

He hissed from the added friction, and began to slowly match your rhythm.

The way your swollen clit dragged along the underside of his cock was enough to have him closer to exploding.

He watched you bite your lip to reign in your moans, and he grazed his thumb across your lower lip, releasing it from your teeth's grasp. "Please… let me hear you…"

Your mouth parted in a low whimper.

"Louder."

Adrenaline coursed through his veins with each thump of his heart, eventually causing his fangs to emerge.

He carefully prodded the skin of your neck with the sharp tips, testing your endurance, but earning a loud moan in response.

You were so good for him…

Wet sounds filled the room, and he felt more of your wetness begin to coat his cock.

He managed to tap his watch twice, switching on dim lights that allowed him to take in the sight of you under him.

His lips brushed your cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"

You sank your fingers into his hair, arching your back again, and causing your nipple piercings to dig into his chest.

He felt a string of precum dangle from the tip of his cock as the cool metal teased him. The urge to tease your opening with it nearly blinded him, but he needed your words first.

You took a deep breath, staring intensely into his eyes. "I'm sure…"

He immediately pressed an adoring kiss to your forehead. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much and I will."

Miguel needed you to know this. He needed to reassure you that he wouldn't overstep the line with you.

He reached easily over you to grip a long pillow and eased it under you until your back pressed against it, angling you so you could take in the sight of his cock dripping precum in between your folds.  

But if he was going to do this the right way, then he needed his body fully ready. He pressed the security lock on his watch until he heard a click, promptly removing it from his wrist and placing it on his bedside table.

He could feel you watching his every move, and pressed down against your clit.

"Does that feel good?" His voice came out strained.

"Yes… you're really…" you paused, eyes glued to where his body met yours. "Is it normal for you to…"

He followed your line of sight and couldn't hold back a chuckle, as he understood the root of your bewilderment.

"With you, yes."

An absolute truth. 

His body had been reacting to you in ways he had never experienced before with others.

And it certainly did wonders to his male ego.

Suddenly, he raised his hips and he saw strings of precum mixed with your wetness dangle from his cock, shifting and kneeling at your side.

He knew you were about to protest and  immediately silenced you with a hungry kiss, as you whimpered into him.

Kissing you felt intoxicating and he was so lost in you that he didn't notice your intentions until he felt your fingers wrap around his cock, tugging gently.

A hiss from him quickly broke the kiss. "Fuck…"

Your grip felt uncertain and he could feel the inexperience in your touch.

"Miguel… please…"

Sweet, needy girl.

He planted a kiss on your cheek. "I need you ready for me."

You pouted in response. "I am."

That was his weakness…. he could feel more precum dripping out from that look on your face alone.

He closed the space between you, bringing his lips to your ear, "Can you take more than one of my fingers, then?"

One of his hands began to trail down from your neck, caressing your hardened nipples, before traveling down until it reached your clit.

"Can you, sweet girl?"

He felt your clit twitch faintly under his touch.

"I think… I think so," you replied.

Miguel yearned to feel your hearbeat, so he grazed the pulse in your neck with his lips, revelling in how it quickened under his touch.

He was simultaneously tracing your clit with his middle finger, collecting more and more wetness.

Once it slid down to your entrance and noticed how soaked you were, he was sure you would be able to take his finger with ease, so he plunged inside.

The reaction was immediate as you gripped his cock tighter, causing more beads of precum to drip.

"Easy, cariño… not so tight."

Your impatience and lust caused you to jolt your hips against him, and he took the chance to ease himself inside you until he was buried knuckle-deep.

He studied your every reaction, until he hit that sweet spot with the heel of his palm pressing down on your clit, immediately drawing a gasp from you.

"Tell me how it feels," Miguel encouraged, sliding in and out of you at a steady pace. "I need to know."

You merely hummed in response, riding his finger desperately.

But that wasn't enough for him.

He needed more, so he paused at once. "Use your words."

Your eyes snapped at him, surprise splattered across your face. "It feels good… really go-" but the word immediately choked in your throat as he began to pump into you more rapidly.

The grip around his cock was becoming almost unbearable, and Miguel sensed you would have him explore unless he stopped it at once.

He then quickly unclasped your fingers from around him with a pained hiss. "I know you're eager, but if you keep touching it like that I won't last…"

And you pouted at him and Miguel crumbled.

But what really made his cock twitch violently was the sight of you bringing your precum-soaked hand to your breasts, glazing your nipples with the warm liquid.

He gave you a satisfied growl and figured it was time to escalate things a bit more.

"Do you think you can take a second one?" he asked, craning his neck to swipe his tongue across one nipple. "You set the pace."

Your eagerness was such a turn on and he smiled faintly when you nodded your response.

He traced your entrance with a second finger and immediately felt your tense around him, especially when he began to slide it inside.

You felt too tight around him, and he had to curse inwardly to keep himself from losing what was left of his sanity.

He shifted closer and kept his eyes on yours. "Relax, cariño… you're doing great."

You clenched again and his cock twitched in unison as he yearned to have it inside you.

He decided to place a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Nearly there…"

A whimper parted your lips as the second finger joined the first one deep within you.

Impatience had you rolling your hips and moaning softly.

"More…" you mumbled.

Miguel's gaze dropped to his fingers and how they pumped in and out of you more and more effortlessly, as your wetness coated them.

The obscene wet sounds had his cock leak more strings of precum and he pressed his palm against your clit once again. Miguel immediately took advantage of this angle, and had his lips on your neck, sucking gently.

The rhythmic fluttering of your walls around his fingers allowed him to know that you were nearing your point of no return.

"You're so close…"

His cock kept twitching impatiently and he realised he needed to feel your grip once again. He took your hand in his and placed it on his cock until  your fingers wrapped around him once again. 

A hiss tore through him.

The way you struggled to grip all of him nearly had his balls tighten for a sudden release.

"Let me fuck your hand…" he pleaded into your neck, snapping his hips. "Just… squeeze harder…"

You did as you were told, and he immediately matched his hips with the tempo of his fingers inside you.

"Miguel… Miguel…" 

He was dangerously close and your sweet voice moaning his name felt so addicting.

Suddenly, he took your lips in his and you allowed his tongue inside, and he gladly swallowed your increasing moans.

"You’re doing so good," he praised you over and over again after he broke the wet kiss.

He could feel the beginning of your orgasm wash down on you, and he knew he couldn't let that happen just yet.

With much reluctance and no shorter amount of willpower, he managed to slide his fingers from your clenching walls, effectively stalling your bliss.

Your moans immediately choked in your throat with a sob.

"Miguel…why?!" you immediately protested, and he could swear you were about to cry.

You let go of his cock right away, whimpering as frustration took over you instead.

"I'm sorry," he said truthfully. "I want you to come around my cock, cariño…" he added, before kissing your quivering lips.

You were so desperate for him.

It was maddening.

You nodded and he shifted along the mattress until he was between your legs, enjoying how you were spread eagerly for him.

Miguel glanced at his glistening fingers and brought them to his mouth, lapping his tongue around them.

"You taste really good."

You gave him a nervous laugh. "Really?"

He smiled faintly. "Don't take my word for it, then."

Bringing his fingers to your lips, he groaned as you promptly took them in.

His sweet girl tasting her sweetness on him…

You began to suck gently, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.

He pressed down on your tongue flat with his fingers, before sliding out of you.

"You're so hot."

It was a heartfelt compliment that had you looking away.

He immediately cradled your face with his hands. "Look at me."

Slowly, but surely, your eyes met his again in between laboured breaths.

"You are. You are beautiful."

Truly the center of his world and the reason he would one day go mad.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, as his cock came to rest against your swollen clit.

"Are you sure of this?"

"I am. Please, Miguel…"

Yes. You would definitely be the death of him, but he couldn't think of a better way to part this world than this.

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm not going to last long," he said. "But neither are you."

You pouted again at him and he groaned in response.

"Try to relax as much as you can, okay?"

You swallowed. "Okay."

He began sliding his cock along your soaked folds, grazing your clit, before pressing the tip at your entrance.

His heartbeat skyrocketed in anticipation, and he watched you squeezing your eyes shut.

He kept the palm of his hand pressed flat against your cheek in reassurance. "Please look at me…" 

You took a deep breath and met his eyes.

"I've got you," he promised, brushing his knuckles across your heated skin.

And he did.

And he would for as long as you allowed him to.

He increased the pressure until the tip slipped inside with some difficulty. You were too tense and he decided to press his other hand against your inner thigh, urging you to spread wider for him.

This was pure torture.

"Breathe…" he whispered, pausing momentarily.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

"Are you okay?"

Probably not.

As you brought your hands to claw at his back, he was sure this was taking a toll on you. He didn't want to overwhelm you, and he needed your consent before continuing. No matter how badly he wanted to sink fully into you. He needed you to give him the green light.

And you did so with a nod.

Taking a deep and long breath, he pushed his hips into you again, feeling your walls swallow more and more of his cock.

Your body tensed again. "Stop… please…" you begged, tapping on his back.

He immediately paused, fearing he might have gone too far. "Do you want me to slide out?"

You shook your head, the motion causing one tear to slide down from your eye, and he leaned in to capture it with his lips, tasting the saltiness.

It nearly had him slide out on his own, not bearing the sight of you in pain.

"How much…" you then sobbed, staring down at the length of your body to find where the two of you were connected. "... is it almost there?"

Not quite, but he didn't want to scare you away.

He would be as gentle as he could.

Miguel gave you a warm smile. "Nearly there, sweet girl."

You inhaled deeply and sighed through your nose. "Go…"

He felt him dig your nails into his skin as he moved deeper inside, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

Miguel kept eyeing you with undivided focus.

"Tell me to stop, and I will."

More tears began to roll down, but he made it his mission to kiss every single one away in between praises. 

He felt his balls pressing against you, and stopped moving as he was already fully buried within you.

It took all of his strength to keep him from exploding right away.

You were finally his.

And he was finally yours.

Knowing that you had trusted yourself with him was the highest praise he could have.

"Are you okay?" he asked, trying his best to steady his shaky voice.

"Yes."

He doubted your answer, but he would have it ring true soon enough.

The moment you began to relax around him, was the moment he dared heaving out a deep sigh of relief.

Neither of you moved for a while.

But Miguel knew he was doomed.

In fact, he was surprised he had managed to keep his orgasm at bay for so long.

"I'm not going to last long," he confessed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Can you relax a bit more?"

He would be embarrassed to come so easily, so he had to try everything in his power to extend this moment for you.

"Please move," you said.

Fuck.

Miguel inhaled sharply, before dragging his cock out slightly only to slam into you, burying himself balls deep again.

You felt so good.

Too good.

How he wished he could breed you properly.

"Can you go faster…"

He brought his lips to your shoulder and bared his fangs along your skin. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please…" you begged.

He set a slow pace at first, and he felt control slip from him with as you clenched harder around him.

More wet sounds filled the room with each sloppy snap of his hips.

"So good… fuck…así… no pares," he groaned, pleasure gripping him hard.

He felt you sliding one hand in between your bodies until the tips of your fingers grazed his soaked cock. Your walls immediately gripped him tighter than before, and Miguel nearly lost it. 

You were so effortlessly hot and your curiosity always took him by surprise.

His pace quickened slightly, and he removed your hand with his, pressing down on your pulsing clit with his thumb.

There was no way he would have you do any of the work now. He wanted to be the one to deliver your orgasm.

"Just… just like that…" you whimpered breathlessly.

You arched into him, and he felt your pierced nipples digging into his chest.

He was too close to his own peak and had to pause.

"I need you to come first," he rasped, drawing determined circles around your clit. "Please… please…"

He needed you to reach your own peak first and milk his out of him with your walls squeezing around his cock.

His thumb left your clit, and moved back, pressing your legs together with both hands and pushing your knees into your chest.

A strangled hiss died in his throat from the added friction.

His attention was back to your clit again, and you moaned loudly under him, gripping fistful of his sheets with both hands, as he was determined to bring you over the edge.

"Come for me… clench around me, cariño," he urged, voice dripping with despair.

The sound of fabric tearing filled his ears, and he was now certain your orgasm had finally hit you hard. You threw your head back and he felt your delicious rhythmic contractions grip his cock.

Somehow, he managed to slam into you twice before reaching the bliss he had so stubbornly kept at bay.

"Mierda, te sientes tan bien… carajo," he suddenly mumbled in between groans, burying himself as deep as possible, finally spilling himself inside.

He felt his vision blur as the overwhelming sensation of coating you with his seed had him growl as loud as he could.

His erratic breathing brought him back to his senses, and he finally slid out of you with a slurping sound.

Even through the blinding haze of his bliss, Miguel realised that he could easily get addicted to being inside you.

He then allowed his cock to settle in between your folds before sliding it along a few times and releasing his hold on your legs, and you let them flop down to the side.

Miguel watched as the first drops of his cum began to dribble down.

You looked completely spent yet beautiful and mesmerising as ever, and the urge to take care of you immediately overtook him.

"Wait here," he said, sliding out of the bed and pressing a kiss to your parted lips.

He bolted out the bedroom in an instant and only stopped once he grabbed a towel from a drawer, fully intending to wash you with all the after care you deserved. 

By the time he returned to you, he was met with you dragging your fingers along your tongue, tasting his cum.

The sight would be enough to have him hard again in no time, but his stamina had taken a blow, and he would need to recover first.

"Does it taste good?"

You were caught by surprise and your eyes locked with his.

He slowly kneeled on the floor next to you, tapping his finger to your jaw to have your face fully turned to him.

It was no wonder that he had fallen so hard for you. Even if lust had so often clouded his mind, the way he felt for you ran deeper than that. 

He watched as you brought your other hand to brush some strands of his damp hair away from his forehead.

"Does it taste good, cariño?"

You gave him an innocent, removing your fingers from your mouth. "You can taste it."

Fuck… he absolutely adored how you would so often turn his own words against him. 

His lips crashed with your and his tongue slipped past them hungrily. You sloppily pushed his cum against him and he tasted himself on you with a groan.

He eventually broke the kiss, pressing the towel to your forehead, wiping away some of the sweat droplets. 

Beads of cum dripped from his lips, but he didn't bother licking them clean. "Let me take care of you."

You nodded slowly and his lips curled into a faint smile that you mirrored. "What?"

"You're so… perfect," he confessed, sliding the towel down the side of your face and neck with utmost gentleness.

You giggled. "Is this a post-sex thing?"

He arched an eyebrow, looking very serious all of a sudden. "You're doubting me?"

Miguel didn't care for pillow-talk, nor did he care to utter words he didn't absolutely mean. 

Your smile dropped slightly. "Oh, I just… I… don't think I'm perfect. No one is."

That jabbed at his heart and not in a good way.

Even though he knew what you meant, it still pained him to realise you didn't fully believe him.

He proceeded to press his lips together, his strained gaze shifting to your breasts as he continued to pat the sweat away.

"You are. To me," he mumbled.

And that was all that mattered, right? He couldn't care less how others perceived you. You were the pinnacle of perfection in his eyes even if at the risk of it sounding… corny. 

He had never sought perfection in anyone else but himself, and he knew it was more of an utopian quest than anything else, but you were the closest thing that had ever come close to it.

So, naturally, you deserved to know it.

Even if you didn't believe his words.

He then reached down between your legs and felt you jolt in surprise.

"Was I too rough?" he asked worriedly.

You immediately shook your head. "You were perfect."

His heart skipped a beat as he had grown accustomed to by now.

"You said no one is perfect," he mused, cleaning his cum with the soft fabric.

Your smile didn't waver, but he could see your eyelids become heavier. "I'll make an exception for you."

His sweet, sweet girl…

He leaned in to press an adoring kiss to your cheek, as he waited for more of his cum to slide out of you.

Miguel could tell you were about to fall asleep, but decided he wanted to take the after care a step further.

"Want to take a shower?"

A grumble left your throat as you kept your eyes closed. "Later… I'm so tired."

A smile tugged at his lips.

So adorable...

"I'll carry you," he offered softly.

He rose to his feet and effortlessly took you in his arms, sauntering inside his bathroom, pressing kisses to your forehead. 

He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, earning a groan from you as the warm liquid hit your skin. 

"Can you stand?"

"Yes, yes…" you said through a yawn, landing on your feet and easing the hold of your arms around his neck.

He gathered a tiny amount of body wash in the palm of his hand, and dragged it along your back with suds covering your skin before sliding down your body.

You pressed your forehead to the tile and he took the opportunity to graze the wet piece of cloth in between your legs to wipe the remnants of his cum, but causing you to flinch from his touch instead.

He immediately halted his movements  "Did I hurt you?" 

"It's just a bit sore… it's fine… don't worry."

His ego soared to incredible heights as it dawned on him that he was the one able to make you feel that good.

You slowly then turned around to face him and tip-toed to place a wet kiss to his jaw, which he welcomed with a smile 

He felt absolute devotion and adoration for you, and Miguel made a silent promise to always make sure you knew that.

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been with this story from beginning to end. It means a lot. I hope you were able to connect with these characters in one way or another 🩷 I will be missing Miguel and sweet girl so much... this story wouldn't be anything without your vital support, and I will forever be grateful! Ruby~

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 3

Again the winner of last week's poll! There won't be a poll this week because I'm planning something a bit different. I hit 1000 followers this past week and have been wracking my brain about how to celebrate! Wasn't up for doing prompts or adding more projects to my list, though, so I didn't want to go that route.

But I did come up with something that I think everyone will really enjoy. Especially those of you who have been voting for Carry Your Heart (I see you in the tags!). So look out for that post.

In addition, I've just posted the first chapter of Arc 2 on AO3! Link below.

Story Summary: Jack and Maddie install a new ghost shield on the house which activates the moment Danny tries to step into his home. His secret is out and his parents are determined to excise the ghost from their son.

Luckily Danny isn't alone. The Young Justice, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz aren't going to leave him to suffer.

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: AO3 (incomplete); Tumblr - First, Final

Arc 3: First, Previous

Word Count: 1.4k

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Fire rushing through him jolted Danny awake. His back arched as he cried out. He screwed his eyes tight, not wanting to see what torture his parents were going to come at him with next when he realized what the sound of his cry meant: the muzzle was gone.

As were the restraints. And he was lying on something soft. Trying hard not to hope, he opened his eyes.

Sam and Jazz were leaning over him, concern clear on their faces. They were in some sort of ambulance or van.

“How are you feeling,” demanded Sam.

Danny took a moment to answer, his chest was pure agony. He didn’t even want to think what it would feel like to sit up. And even past that, everything was sore. Though the fire that had woken him up had dissipated, the tell-tale feel of ecto-dejecto. “Pretty much the worst I’ve ever felt,” he answered honestly.

Sam and Jazz both winced and his sister grabbed his hand. He squeezed her fingers weakly.

At the foot of his bed stood Tim in full Red Robin getup and Kon as Superboy.

He couldn’t hold back the smile as he met Tim’s gaze. “You came,” he said.

Tim didn’t smile back, but some tension eased out of his shoulders. “I always will,” he said. “Been telling you that since we were ten years old.”

“I know. I’ve always known. Thank you.”

Jazz squeezed his hand again and he looked at her. “Red Robin and Superboy are going to take you away from here. Robin will help you recover.”

Sam nodded. “Yep. And the rest of us are gonna focus on making sure Amity is safe for ghosts once and for all.”

Danny shook his head. “I should be there with you guys, fighting.”

“Nope!” interrupted Jazz. “Not even a little. You’re going to focus on getting better, got it, Danny? That’s all we want from you.”

“But the ghosts—”

Sam covered his mouth with her hand. “Stop it right there. Tucker is working with Impulse and Wonder Girl to get the portal locked up. No one will be coming through. No one—ghost or human—will be in any danger while you’re gone. I promise.”

Danny slumped into the bed. Even the slight change in position caused waves of pain to radiate from his chest even through the healing ice he could feel implanted in his body. He whimpered and closed his eyes until the throbbing receded just a bit. “I trust you. I do, it’s just…”

“You’re used to taking care of everyone,” finished Jazz for him. “We know. So let us take care of you for a change. We love you, Danny.”

“Love you, too, Jazz. Sam.”

“Be good for bird-brain there, got it?” ordered Sam.

Danny gave her a half-smile. “Are Tim and I ever good together?”

She laughed. “Well, don’t burn down Gotham, capiche?”

“Capiche.”

“We have to go now,” said Jazz.

Danny gripped her hand tighter. “Don’t leave me.”

Jazz winced, but leaned down to kiss his forehead. “We need to make sure the Guys in White aren’t going to get involved further. And you need to get someplace safe.”

Danny huffed a half laugh. “Gotham is safe?”

Jazz rolled her eyes at his poor attempt at a joke. “For you it is. Now, I’m leaving Red and Superboy with a case full of ectoplasm for you and our entire supply of ecto-dejecto. I just gave you your first injection. Please try and eat something and drink your ectoplasm regularly.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Jazz.”

Jazz sniffed and it was only then that Danny realized it was wetter than usual and her eyes were watery. He tried not to feel bad for his jokes when she replied, “Yes, it is whatever I say. Glad you agree.”

Sam cackled, and now that he was paying attention, Danny could hear the hysterical edge to it. “You’d better text us multiple times a day, ghost boy. Don’t try and lie to us, either. Kon’ll tell me the truth about your condition. And as soon as we can arrange it, we’re coming out your way for a visit.”

“Course I will, Sam. Give Tuck my best?”

“Duh. He wishes he could’ve come with us, you know.”

Danny nodded. “But he’s better with the tech stuff and that is just as time sensitive.”

“Yeah. Now, get some sleep,” Sam ordered. “You’ve got a long drive ahead of you.”

Danny gave the rote answer after too many all-nighters taking care of ghost attacks before school, “I’m dead, I don’t need sleep.”

His sister squeezed his hand. “Ghosts who just went through what you did need their sleep. Love you, Danny. Get well and I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you, Jazz.”

She kissed his forehead one more time, followed by Sam. And with another two rounds of farewells and love yous, he was alone with Tim and Kon.

“Thanks for coming,” he said again.

“Obviously we weren’t going to leave you there,” said Kon. “Being a lab subject isn’t fun. Especially not that kinda lab experiment.”

Danny couldn’t quite hold back the flinch at that description. It was accurate, but blunt.

Tim walked over until he was sitting by Danny’s bed. “Just listen to Jazz and get some rest. We’re going to be taking the long route to Gotham by going south to start. If we stop for food in a few hours, think you could handle a smoothie?”

Danny shrugged and bit back a yawn. “Could try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Kon moved towards the front of the vehicle as well. “Looks like it’s time for us to skedaddle. I’ll keep the road from jostling you, ghost-boy.”

Danny gave a small smile and let his eyes close. As he did, he tried to mumble his thanks and he hoped it came across.

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The next time he woke was more gentle. Someone was tapping on his shoulder and calling his name. But even so, as he was pulled closer to awareness, the pain made itself more and more known. He tried to cling to the darkness, but the tapping wasn’t stopping, nor was the person calling him.

He blinked open his eyes to see Tim’s concerned face. He wasn’t wearing the domino anymore, or his costume. Just a sweatshirt and jeans.

“Hey, Danny,” said Tim. “I’m going to need you to try and eat a bit right now. Kon got us those smoothies I mentioned. I’ve also got yogurt if that’ll be easier for you. But the smoothie will have more nutrients.”

Danny closed his eyes. He wasn’t hungry and didn’t want to eat. Why did Tim have to bring him back to consciousness for this? He hurt and just wanted to sink back into oblivion.

The tapping on his shoulder began again. “I know, Danny. But you have to eat something. And you should take some ectoplasm, too. So just stay awake for a few minutes.”

“Mm ‘wake,” said Danny without opening his eyes. He shifted his weight, hoping to push himself up to eat, only to scream in pain as his chest protested any movement.

“Shit! Don’t move,” said Tim too late. “I’ve got a spoon here. I’ll feed it to you, okay? So just stay exactly where you are.”

Danny gripped his sheets, unable to do anything else as wave after wave of pain over took him. Tim kept up a litany of reassurances and stroked his hair. Eventually, Danny was able to think past it again.

“Don’t think I can sit up,” said Danny.

“Of course not,” agreed Tim. He held a styrofoam cup between his knees and carefully took off the lid and straw. “Just let me. Take at least a few bites. Swallow as is, don’t try and chew. Just do what you can, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Danny and Tim fed him the first bite.

Danny hated this. Hated it so much. Here he was being spoon fed like a baby all because his parents… He shut his eyes and took the next bite. He wasn’t going to finish that thought. Tim was here and that’s what mattered.

Danny wasn’t sure how much he ate, but it couldn’t have been much. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and the pull of oblivion stronger.

“Wait, Danny. Stay awake just a little longer, okay?”

Danny groaned but forced his eyes open again.

Tim showed him a bottle of ectoplasm. “Just a few swallows of this, too. Okay?”

He didn’t want to. He’d rather just go to sleep again, but he opened his mouth obediently. By the time he finished his third spoonful, he couldn’t fight it anymore and slumped into the bed. The pain receded back into blackness for a time.

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Danny is going to be getting all the comfort throughout this. All of them will, tbh. Because no one is happy and they all need a hug or five.

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[trashogram]

Hiya! Can I please request a threesome w Lilith, Lucifer and Fem reader for kinktober? Sorry if it's not doable and thank you in advance!

Kinktober Day Thirty — Threesome

Warnings: F!Reader, Cunnilingus, Opening a Marriage, Sex for Conception

You’d agreed to carry for the couple, but you hadn’t anticipated enjoying yourself quite as much as you did.

Your expectation involved one of two things: either Lucifer would miraculously implant Lilith’s egg and his sperm inside of you without making actual physical contact… or you would have to endure a clinical sexual experience with the King of Hell and avoid Lilith’s gaze for weeks afterward.

Instead, the Queen had taken your hand in hers and guided you to their marital bed with an excited little smile. Lucifer was left to trail after the both of you like a puppy fraught with nervous energy.

He had stayed present just to watch Lilith render you into a pitiful, mewling mess of heated skin and shaking limbs. Lucifer’s wife shared with you his misfortune — that he wasn’t allowed to participate until Lilith had gotten you good and ready. It was like a little secret, shared between the soft smacking of lips together and your endless yarn of moans.

Your entire body was bright, touched by starlight and mixed with the scent of lilacs as you started to combust for the fourth time. Lilith held your hand in hers, fingers entwined as she enticed another climax from your swollen pussy with her tongue.

It brought tears to your eyes when she relented, just to press a reverent kiss to the top of your mound. Her kisses snaked up from between your thighs to your soft belly, jasmine hair flowing across your trembling legs and bruised hips as she went.

The “Please” that sprung up amidst your panting and whimpering couldn’t have come from either you or Lilith. Your heads turned to see Lucifer, vibrating where he sat with a tent in his trousers.

Lilith grinned when you couldn’t hold in your giggles and hid your face in the curtain of her hair.

“Would you like him to join us?” She asked, directing you to look at her with a loving caress of your cheek.

Perhaps you were a soft-hearted fool, but with another glance at the King in his discomfort, you couldn’t help but feel sorry.

“Only if you stay.” You whispered, tentatively lifting your hand to cup one of her breasts.

Lilith cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before she beckoned Lucifer over.

“Come give our darling a baby, Luci.” She commanded, full lips twitching to suppress a smile as Lucifer hopped onto the bed.

You laughed heartily at the bounce, tickled by his enthusiasm. Lucifer reached for both of you, grasping your free hand and holding onto Lilith’s leg, squeezing you both as if to make sure you were both truly real and there.

“Oh!” You blinked, realizing Lucifer was just as bare as you and Lilith inexplicably.

His cock looked so swollen, head leaking until a trail of precum had slid down the shaft. Charitably, you took him in hand and stroked with your already damp palm and fingers.

It ripped a full-body shudder from Lucifer, his cry echoing in the generously-sized bedroom. Lilith steadied him by the shoulders, half-lidded eyes traveling from his wracked frame to you.

“Not yet.” She admonished, light and airy as she moved Lucifer by the hips and slotted him between your legs. “All good things come to those who wait, my Loves.”

Drowsy and dreamy as you were by the exhaustive orgasms, you still keened when Lucifer filled you up. He didn’t waste a moment, claws stabbing through the soft mattress as he rocked into you. Your back arched despite the soreness laced throughout your muscles, head tilting back and getting lost in the twisted sheets and endless pillows.

Lilith pulled you out of the fabric sea and up to her chest, letting you nuzzle into her bosom and wail against her sternum. Her heart was fluttering behind her soft purple skin, so close to your searching lips, though her fingers ran through your hair invariably.

It took her by surprise when your hand curled over her asscheek, fingers dipping into her own wet sex.

You looked at her with big liquid eyes when she pulled you back. “I wanna make you feel good too. Please?”

Her tongue peeked through her lips, wetting them as she held your gaze for a moment.

Lilith nodded with another soft little smile, following your lead as you pulled her leg. It swung over you gracefully, with Lilith coasting over your figure until her dripping cunt was lined up with your mouth.

The stifled squeak she made as she sat down on your waiting tongue was barely audible in the cacophony of Lucifer’s growls and whimpers.

[shoezuki]

Ok thinkin of that sampard superhero au i kinda mentioned way before so heres random words bout it cuz its in my head.

Gepard:

Gepard has a lot of prosthetics: his entire right arm and leg, his left foot, either his entire left arm or part of his arm im not sure.

He also has many metallic implants and synthetic organs: his right lung and part of his left, some of his ribs are metal on his right side. His right eye is a cybernetic implant, but looks like a 'normal' glass eye when inactive. His skull is reinforced with steal. Most of it is unknown to everyone but him/serval and lynx

(Likely due to a major incedent when younger: not entirely sure on it yet, but my thoughts is that due to his father's proclivity as a former police chief or current crooked attorney or something, a bomb was planted at their home. Lynx was young and approached it, gepard took the brunt of it to protect her when shoving her out of the way.)

His high tech cybernetics are extremely strong, all but his right arm are mistaken as real limbs (unless you get up close and personal and. Yknow. Tear into his cybernetics) his right arm generates ice and so it is much more visibly a cybernetic

His cybernetics are Extremely draining his body. They charge when he removes them at home, but they also draw power from his still existing/biological nervous system in order to properly send inputs through his nerves and be controlled by him properly. They are FUCKING HEAVY and he becomes exhausted if he wears them too long

Gepard, of course, constantly wears his cybernetics too long and sometimes collapses and falls unconcious under the weight of it

Much of his internal implants and cybernetics were funded by his father. Initially his father was desperate to save his 'only son' but once the full extent of his injuries became more clear, the father dismissed Gepard as a lost cause.

He still used gepard as a way to bolster his public image for a long time though.

Serval developed and created all of his advanced cybernetic attachments, including his eye

His eye operates as an analytical tool, allowing him to record visuals, enhance images, etcetc. As well as it sends live feed to a computer system lynx often operates. She usually communicates with him and assesses the state of his cybernetics while he's doing vigilante work.

Lynx has some burn scars as well

Gepard has no life outside of being a hero. He only really stops and puts on his everyday prosthetics when he pushes himself too far and serval forces him to rest. He lives in the apartment with serval above her workshop

Eventually gepard becomes very, very aware of how much serval is struggling. He tears up his cybernetics constantly and serval is draining her savings to get questionably legal supplies and materials to fix them. Not to mention he feels horrible for 'imposing' and living with her constantly since hes basically been sleeping on her couch for years

Serval argues against it but gepard eventually moves out and gets a night job at a gas station/convenience store. He doesnt stop or slow down with vigilantism though.

Gepards powers are largely super strength and enhanced reflexes. He manifests ice to create shields, barriers, and apprehend people. Serval modified his ice to also create a sort of frost shield around himself and others via touch. (Was an attempt to get gepard to protect himself more. He uses it for others but not himself though)

Hero name? Something like 'The Shield' or 'The Captain' and is given to him by journalists/fans. He doesnt pay attention to how hes seen by the public though

Gepard's 'costume' is extremely simple

Black leather with blue accents, his metallic arm, and a full coverage helment spmewhat like a motorcycle helmet. Its not flashy but people obsess over how 'mysterious' he is

Sampo:

Gepard's 'arch enemy'. One of a number of villains in Belobog that have powers and is absolutely the most elusive one

Is known as 'The Fool'. At one point newspapers kept calling him 'The Tall, Dark, Handsome Blue Magician' for a good couple weeks. No one knows how this kept slippin in right after editing and proofreading. Hes sometimes called 'The Magician' now though

Hes extremely flashy, dressed up like an over the top magician in purples and blues and golds, a checkered domino mask that makes his eyes white and a fucking top hat with feathers on it. the feathers change every time hes seen.

Hes the only current major villain in the city that has never been fully apprehended at any point. He lets himself get handcuffed sometimes or even led into police cars but he always vanishes at some point. Lets gepard get closer than anyone else

His powers are (assumed) to be teleportation, enhanced speed and reflexes, creating illusions, clairvoyance, conjuring objects, persuasion, etc. A lot is speculated due to his illusions

The reality of his powers is. Kinda fucked up. Hes extraordinarily powerful and capable of altering peoples minds and perceptions. He could to an extent make peopel do what he wants and feel certain ways, make them see things, only when he is present/can see the person. He rarely alters peoples minds or makes them do things though because thatd be too easy and really boring.

Some people are inherently more difficult to manipulate/influence to do things, though. Likely to do with mental fortitude and self confidence and how assured people are with themselves.

Sampo is completely incapable of making gepard do or feel things. He doesnt know why and is extremely intrigued by it. (Its the cybernetics.)

Sampos motives for anything he does are... unknown. Sometimes he interferes with other supervillains' exploits, sometimes he trashes cop cars and fills them with paper cranes, sometimes he steals from banks without ever being seen, other times he creates entire complex and showy museum heists without stealing a thing.

(A lot of what he steals actually ends up at nat's clinic, anonymously donated to orphanages or hospitals in the rough parts of Belobog. He volunteers in costume at a few senior homes sometimes and its become so normal no one there blinks an eye anymore or questions when hes bloody)

He has, absolutely, killed before. He has his own moral system, but its not obvious to general people. He never kills or hurts people if he isnt attacked first, but he isnt afraid to kill those he sees as corrupt or immoral, whether cops or other criminals.

Its assumed he heals quicker too, but its not true: he goes to Natasha

Natasha runs a clinic as well as Wildfire, which sampo is a very valuable informant to. Wildfire is an underground organization that essentially acts as the authorities in the Underground of belobog in place of cops.

Natasha doesnt exactly have the ability to heal. Rather, she can accelerate the condition of someones wounds: if she tends to someone first, her power will often heal them. Otherwise she can accelerate infections and cause death. If shes not careful she can make people bleed out in seconds.

Sampo is a conman still outside of being a villain. He carries out scams, forgery, etcetc. He leaves the more flashy and daring things to when hes under a mask

Most of it is that he is just... seeking out some thrills. But he also helps Nat and the people of the underworld, isnt afraid to target people and corporations ruthlessly. A lot of it is selfish, though. Hes quick to put on the mask and track down people whove wronged him

[jaytriesstrangerthings]

Booty *SO* Bodacious

wc: 952, stranger things, steddie, transmasc!Eddie, mature

Steve’s ass is globular in a way that Eddie is pretty sure means only Atlas could hold it up. Like that absolute dump truck has its own gravitational pull to it. Eddie would know, because he can’t fucking escape it’s orbit. He tries to look away periodically, shifting his focus as best as he can manage to the task at hand: beating Steve at pool. But what’s he supposed to do when Steve fucking bends himself over the table to “get the perfect shot” on his turn? Eddie is just a man, so when Steve's ass is right in his line of sight, looking like two perfect watermelons sitting next to each other, Eddie's gonna look.

And let it be clear that Eddie’s not objectifying Steve. He sees the person attached to the ass, and he knows Steve’s heart is just as big, if not bigger, than his bodacious booty.

Still, Eddie wants a bite of that cake. He wants a bite so bad he’s practically drooling. 

Steve’s definitely doing it on purpose right? It must be a tactic to make sure he wins, because Eddie always wins when they play the text version, and Steve’s super competitive.

Steve’s so hot when he’s competitive. To be fair, he’s always hot, but the point stands.

Steve doesn’t have this advantage over text because if he sends an ass pic, Eddie can just wait to take his turn at 8-ball until he’s calmed down enough to focus.

Here, Eddie cannot fucking focus. He’s not even sure if he’s supposed to be going for solids or stripes, honestly, nor does he care.

Steve’s gorgeous globes are right fucking there. So grabbable. Eddie has never been so jealous of a pair of jeans in his life.

God they hug Steve perfectly. That shits gotta be fucking custom, tailored specifically to house Steve’s delicious buns. They’re practically painted on and leave nothing to Eddie’s imagination, not that he has to imagine it. He’s been blessed enough to eat that astonishing ass on multiple occasions, and somehow, this feels more obscene.

It shouldn’t take this long for Steve to take the shot, right? Or maybe time has simply ceased to exist, and Eddie’s free to ogle infinitely.

The pool balls clack against each other as they roll around the table, and Steve stands up straight. Though, that’s not really what he does. He kinda drags himself up all sexily, back arched and ass shoved back towards Eddie, lingering there for a moment before pushing himself up fully.

“Your turn, Eds,” he says with an evil sexy little smirk, turning to face Eddie with a hop and an adorable tilting of his head, perfect hair bouncing a little. “You’ve got some drool there, babe.”

Steve has the audacity to wipe the corner of Eddie’s mouth with his thumb. Eddie kinda wants to take it in his mouth and suck on it. But they’re like, in public.

Very rarely is Eddie glad he doesn’t have a “real” dick but right now he’s grateful he went with a simple metoidioplasty without the vaginectomy instead of a full phalloplasty with a penile implant cause he’s fucking bricked to high heavens right now. Like if he shifts his hips just right he’d probably be able to rub his t-dick against the crotch of his jeans. His cunt is fucking throbbing.

He needs to finish this stupid game of pool as soon as humanly possible, so he can get Steve home and devour him. Or have Steve devour his probably very much leaking pussy.

“I know what you’re doing,” Eddie accuses, squinting his eyes and trying his best to glare at Steve.

Steve tilts his head again, all innocent and sweet, “Whatever are you talking about, sweetie?” He bats his eyes and smiles, cunning and mischievous.

Doing his best not to stimulate his dick as he moves, Eddie swipes the pool cue off the table. He genuinely can’t remember if he’s stripes or solids, but there’s more solids on the board than there are stripes, so Eddie’s got a pretty good guess.

It’s not like he has a bad ass or anything, it’s just that it’s more like a sheet cake than the 12-tier masterpiece Steve’s got. Obviously Steve finds Eddie attractive, tells him so damn near constantly - it’s done wonders for Eddie’s ego - but Steve is not nearly as easily distracted as Eddie is. Maybe it’s the HRT and it’s habit of making Eddie incredibly fucking horny all the damn time. It gives Steve an unfair advantage that’s so very easy to abuse.

Steve’s ass is a lethal weapon. Eddie’s is more like one of those retractable toy knives, fun to play with, but not particularly demanding of attention. The strategy of ass-distraction - asstraction if you will - is only effective coming from one of them, and obviously it’s not Eddie. That doesn’t mean Eddie isn’t willing to try, however.

Eddie leans down and wiggles his hip with his ass facing Steve, which would be great if it was at all effective at anything other than rubbing his stupidly hard dick against the rough denim of his jeans.

Giving up, Eddie aims towards the solid that looks like it’ll be the easiest to pocket and shoots. Only after launching the cue ball does he realize the solid he aimed at was the fucking 8 ball, and he just lost. Typically he’d be incredibly frustrated with himself for making that mistake, but frankly, that was the fasted way to end the game, and now he has the freedom to drag Steve back to their place and fuck nasty.

“Oh no, Eds,” Steve pouts, all exaggerated puppy eyes and puffed out kissable bottom lip. “You lost.”

[virtualgirlafterdark]

It's been eight months since the process began.

Hard to recognize you now. Does anyone detect the flesh that trembles and aches underneath that frame? Not that it matters anymore.

I remember those early days. Bright faced and full of ambition, proudly strutting around campus. The long winded conferences and discussions on transhumanism. That passion in your eyes, I thought you were committed to something greater- Until I glanced the way you crossed your legs, squirmed as they showed the new developments.

I remember how you stared at the videos, watching the procedures- The way the implants bore into the marrow, the way the skin wept as each pin and screw tore into bone. How somber you would seem when gentler methods were proposed. Don't think it went unnoticed.

Eight months ago, you and your friends. Small group of stoners, burnouts, the odd postdoc. Late night drinking after labwork, the way your leg bounced as they announced their discoveries, we mused on our own ideas. You weren't as drunk as you pretended to be when you volunteered to be our subject.

Do you remember the first time? They say you never forget. We didn't have any anesthetic on hand, but you were so brave. Tried to play your ache as bravado, but the way you thrashed as we splayed apart those fingers. The little pool forming between your legs. A few RFID chips, a few wire inlays over your tendons- An experiment in artificially produced muscle memory. I knew before you got off that table that you wanted more. And I craved to give it to you.

Wasn't long before you came to us. What seemed to the rest of us like some fleeting stunt became a vocation. A laundry list of modifications, dozens of academic papers, speculative technologies, little-known materials and decade-old experimental surgeries. You'd been compiling this for a while. Tell me, reading those papers, did you get off then? It's almost sick, really.

Of course, we obliged. Garage skinweaving, drinking beer and passing blunts as we worked our way up your arm. A new interface now. This time aimed at generalized gesture control and interface with the bots your RFID chips were paired with. The spinal implants came next. The way you thrashed in the stirrups, arching as we flayed you. The little spurts dripping with each shot of the airgun, pushing the electrodes deep into your vertebra.

Bit by bit, your little project continued to escalate. I remember when they first started getting reservations. The way our eyes met every time you were on my table, how it was always *me* that you tried to grab- High as we often were, eventually it was transparent. You're not a good actor, little bot. I tried to preserve some of that modesty you'd forgotten, cover your little messes when and where I could. Besides, in the swirl of blood and bile, it would have been hard to detect your little indulgences.

It was Kari that left first. Do you remember her? She was your best friend. You'd talk for hours, known each other since childhood. Chose the same college. She still comes to visit sometimes. Pleading for you to remember. She always leaves in tears, and I always taunt her, saying that perhaps if she'd stayed things wouldn't have gone this far. She wants to avenge you so, so desperately, but it's all there on paper. Your signature, clear as day, forfeiting yourself as medical surplus. No longer a person, just a collection of spare parts and playthings, to be molded and shaped by inquisitive minds like your own.

I remember, winter break. We were having drinks when you shoved the phone in my face. Some new bipedal bot, clunky and barely humanoid.

"That."

"What?"

"I want- I want to be that. I want to be... her."

The tone at the table shifted. They looked at me, nervously, waiting to see my answer. Sheepishly sipping drinks, awkward laughter. Just another drunken fit. Your little stunts actually got Nathan clean. If nothing else, you served as a model of what happens to the intoxicated and ambitious. The distant stare you began to develop, datastreams and wave feeds jacked directly into your occipital. Tasting and hearing the sounds of people's lives, dreams, questions. Overstimulating, wasn't it? Shopping lists, vent posts, horny lewds, murder, live death, news, letters to fucking Santa- It was so cute watching you bump into things at first. The way you'd dribble a bit, staring off into space as the unseen world filled your new sensors.

I remember when I had to revoke your driving privileges. Driving behind a few smart cars, the way you began to breathe. Tailgating, chasing them like a dog before landing us in a ditch. Everyone was so shaken, but all I could do was laugh. You were so upset, but I sat with you until the truck came. The last straw for Nora, unfortunately. But not for me.

Every month, something new. Our little heaven, our iron paradise, dingy dorm turned operating theater. The equipment you and I cobbled together, stitching new devices and instruments capable of keeping up with your ever changing body. A garden singing with the hum of machines and the rhythm of pumps. The scent of blood, whiskey, and sex perfumed the air.

The few that remained had become desensitized. Stopped seeing you as a friend and just another project to help get by. A few voyeuristic volunteers chipped in, eager to see the former prodigy wired in the dorms. Some didn't believe you could have ever been human. Just some elaborate puppet, dangling like a Shibari angel. Some thought it gruesome when they saw the entrails, but I could only ever see the beauty of a work in progress. They saw the now, but I shared your vision. I saw what you were becoming, what we were making. We even started charging admissions for some of the other students. Our little sideshow, showing off an unfinished art too bold for the public eye- Or perhaps a coveted sculpture, prized by mine hands and my hands alone.

I helped you drink and eat for a while. Tethered to life support, you couldn't move much. I set up a cot next to you, so you could always get me when you needed. Sometimes I laid underneath you, head resting gently against what soft tissue remained. I'd always pretend to sleep when you struggled in your bonds, trying to grind against me, loosen your wrists enough to touch me. You tried to be so quiet. But I had learned your new quirks, the particular hum of your fans, the little stutter when your auxiliary coolant pump started kicking in. Learning your new speech. The way you sang.

I remember the new legs. You weren't stable yet. We had to put you through your paces. Watching old Boston Dynamics videos, I came up with ideas. Proudly taking you to parks and bars, inviting strangers and passers by to kick you, beat you, try and break you. You disappointed a few times, but the fault wasn't yours really. I hadn't made you strong enough yet. The way you gagged in shock when your leg bent backwards, metal splitting and oozing an inky black. I ran you home, carried you in my arms to the car.

Soon you were able to take it. The people came, spitting, and beating, and breaking you. And every time, you got back up. You were even polite about it, thanked them for their contribution to improving your durability features. You felt slutty every time, and I loved seeing it on your face.

I was so proud.

Do you remember it? Somewhere in there. The way you invited me into your body, tasting me, feeling me one last time before you surrendered. It was a tearful afterglow, but I remember the warmth of those now-cold cheeks- The salt of your sweat and tears on my lips as I brushed what hair remained to the side. It was going to be okay.

You screamed as we began. My hand and it's tools whirring inside of you, peeling you apart, tearing out the organs you no longer needed. The blood spilling from your lips, choking on yourself as I kissed you. The way your eyes fluttered, slowly losing yourself. I felt you quiver around my arm, pulsing and contracting as you came. I couldn't help but taste it. Biting the soft of your stomach, the last pieces of you I would be forevermore deprived of once your vision reached it's fruition.

I cried when it was done. All the reservations, all the pain, all the shame I felt finally bubbled forth. I had given you what you wanted. Always. But could I take this next step? Could I honor your wishes? Could I bring myself further?

I couldn't disappoint you. Now now. You had trusted me, and time was running then. You weren't going to die on my table. I set to work, unaided, frantically tearing away that head and suspending it in the biogel. I preserved as much of the corpus collosum as I could, rigging up the pumps and neural adapters to keep you sentient, alive, well. Oxygenators, artificial spinal fluid, new filtration to remove waste pooling under the dura mater, needles to regulate myelin levels and neuron interactions, artificial stimuli to remind you, somewhere in that buried well of consciousness, I was still out here. Still working, toiling, for you. I hadn't broken your trust yet. I kept your skull.

New eyes. A unique biomechanical composite detector, largely proteins with a few living components nestled between wafers of biofilm, borrowing inspiration from the ogre-faced spider. New teeth, metallic and sharp, predatory and pure. A new voicebox, synthetic polymer tendons vibrating like a larynx- The voice you always wanted. I hope to hear it sing.

Its been nine days since you came online. I haven't heard much from you. You drool and drone, carrying on. I catch you exploring your new body sometimes. It's a sight to behold.

Maybe this is what you wanted. To be some little toy, a chirping little pet. A marvel of engineering and science, an erotic sculpture of silicon and synthetic divinity.

But sometimes, I miss her. The girl who spoke for hours, hands dancing over the keyboard writing code and huffing at smut. The walks we took, the long academic discussions. I look at her now, hardly recognizable, but I'm so proud. I stifle my own yearning and appreciate what she has become. What she was always destined to be. You wanted to be broken.

And so I did.

Maybe one day, soon, the extruders will finish wiring together your neural interface. You'll come awake again, and can appreciate this new form to it's fullest.

My hand awaits you there, my love~

You always know how to make this girl blush and cry wow. I'll never be able to stop thinking about this.

[merge-conflict]

marked for death

(written for a weekly song prompt, just cleaned up today for shippy saturday. non-binary V/Goro)

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Ten years ago an Arasaka bodyguard had died protecting the emperor of Japan. Beset by the slowly creeping threat of retirement, Goro had always hoped he would end his career the same way– but now his troubles are much bigger than young soldiers with fresh implants and endless ambition. Now he has lost everything and his only hope of redemption relies on the ebbing life of the thief he’s managed to drag into an AI-operated cab.

“Please keep all limbs inside the vehicle during operation,” the AI chirps brightly, and Goro clumsily leans across V to pull her right foot inside. In the enclosed space of the cab her height makes it difficult to maneuver her upright, and he ends up wedging one of her knees into the back of the seat in front of her before leaning back in his own side, keeping one hand clamped on his seeping wound.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” the AI says, and the doors on either side shut securely, with a faint whir. Goro exhales, allowing himself a moment of relief. “Please insert a personal jack to confirm all passengers.”

Ejecting the jack from V’s wrist takes Goro longer than it should, with hands are slippery with blood, shaking from the fading stim and physical shock. His implants are dulling the pain in his side, rerouting connections, reducing blood flow away from sliced veins– but the damage is extensive. Without medical attention he will eventually slip into unconsciousness and die. After much fumbling he finally coaxes her personal jack free, and inserts it into the waiting port, before doing the same for his own.

“Guest passenger confirmed,” the AI reports, the screen in front of Goro briefly pulsing green. “Primary passenger unconfirmed. Please try re-inserting the link.”

Goro does, a few times, without success. The longer they sit here the more danger they are in. “The personal link is damaged,” he says, with effort. He cannot take in a full breath– a blinking warning at the edge of his vision warns him of lung damage. “The bullet…damaged her implants.”

“All passengers must be confirmed before service,” the AI replies, and then pauses. “If you are unable to authenticate with the wrist jack, you may instead connect the diagnostic link directly to the port located near the right mastoid.” With a slight click, a cable springs free of the screen, and Goro picks it up, examining the sharp tip with a sinking feeling. “I’m afraid you will have to insert the link underneath the skin.”

“If I am not careful…she will die.”

“I suggest you proceed with caution.”

Goro lowers the cable to pull V closer and for the second time is astonished by her intense gray eyes, lit by some internal spark that is burning long after it should have been extinguished. She can’t pull herself upright, but she wraps her fingers around his wrist, where he has a firm hold on her collar. The expression on her face is serene, but it sends a burst of adrenaline through his system, and in response his implants steady his nerves in a cool rush of calm.

“Do not move,” he tells her, adjusting his vision so he can see the pulse of blood through the arteries in her throat, tipping her head back for a safer angle. Her fingers tighten on his wrist in alarm, but she does not struggle.

“Do it,” she hisses, when he hesitates.

Panic sets her heart beating frantically, the pulse in her throat jumping in time. Goro picks his angle, lines up the link and pushes it through the skin and tendon until it is nestled into the subdermal connector of her implanted interface. V’s back arches, her breathing panicked, forcing him to hold her still so she does not rip out the link or cause herself further damage. Blood spills down his fingers and over the back of his hand, soaking into the cuff of his shirt.

“Primary passenger confirmed,” the AI announces, before Goro can think of the right words to calm her. She tenses at the announcement but stops moving, except for the frantic pace of her breathing. “I advise you not to remove the link until we have reached our destination–“

A loud ringing in Goro’s ears prevents him from hearing the rest of the sentence. It’s all he can do to hold things steady as the car finally accelerates into motion, taking them further into the heart of a rotten city. V holds his gaze– both accusatory and forgiving with her blood oozing hot down the inside of his sleeve. Then between one street and the next, her eyes slide shut, and she slumps into his side.

The streets of Night City are as endless as they are ugly, and he cannot be certain if he orders the AI to drive faster or if he only dreams it. He grows weaker and weaker, with nothing but determination to keep him alive, to keep V alive– so long as she lives, there is hope of exposing Yorinobu. So long as she lives there is reason for him to live as well.

No sooner as he steels himself to stay awake then he finds himself jerked from unconsciousness as the cab comes to a rolling stop. Panic gives him the strength to open the door and crawl free from under V, limp but alive. A stranger is waiting– a man he can barely see in the end of his rapidly tunneling vision. On instinct he picks up V’s legs to help carry her, but after a moment he finds himself on the ground facing her body in careless repose. Death awaits them both in this filthy alley, within the shadow of Konpeki.

Before his eyes slip closed he is certain he sees a sliver of gray watching his weakness. Witnessing it.

When he finally wakes in the back room of the ripperdoc clinic, he can no longer escape the keen edge of despair– Arasaka-sama’s murder and the loss of everything, down to the cyberware implanted inside him. The emotion consumes him like the rising tide, inexorable and inescapable. He drowns in private grief, consumed with the contemplation of the bleak options before him, until he hears a low groan.

He’s not alone. On the other side of a narrow gap V lies on a makeshift cot the same as his own, connected to a portable set of monitors which display the vitals he can no longer see in the corner of his eye. She shifts in her sleep, making a strangled noise deep in her throat that mirrors the rage and agony in his own chest. Curiosity, or perhaps duty drives him to maneuver himself painfully out of bed.

The loss of stabilizing cyberware and too much blood make him clumsy, and he stumbles through his first step, crashing into her cot before he can grab the edge for balance. Her eyes snap open– desperate gunmetal gray once more arresting his attention.

She has ample reason to hate him– to resent and fear him for tracking her down and returning her to Arasaka for interrogation and execution. But when recognition flickers in her eyes, her bruised and battered face breaks into a soft smile that grabs him unexpectedly by the throat.

He is not alone.

Unsure of what to say he merely clasps her shoulder in acknowledgement, and sees relief flit over her face. She speaks, but her words are garbled and soft, and he’s lost his translation soft. He squeezes her shoulder in response, and with great effort she lifts her arm to rest her hand on his wrist. Her expression grows serene and remote, until her eyes close. He is not alone.

[curdled-blood]

I would like to know your headcanons for Splendor and Fen 👀 Basic stuff like personality and hobbies. I have my own versions of them that I’m in love with, but I love seeing other people’s stuff too. -🎀

OMG I HAVE MY OWN VERSIONS TOO!!! I'm so happy you asked because Fen is one of my favs ever !!!

To start things off it is my version of them used to be humans that died and came back, same with the rest of their family!! I'm not quiet exactly sure how Splendor but I know that Fen's death was a murder that happened due to a series of unfortunate events that happened in his life.. Don't make deals with a man claiming to be the devil, kids.

Personality:

Splendor - to be honest his personality is about what you'd expect. Very much up beat and happy go lucky optimist type deal that has definitely been influenced by past traumas in his life 😃 He's especially peppy around kids and REFUSES to swear cuz yk... but around other adults he kindaaa loosens up a bit but he can still be a bit uptight. Even then, he still has a chaotic side that RARLEY peeks out. Sometimes he gets so wound up that he just eventually breaks down and starts freaking out but he usually finds a way to survive 👍🏻 fighting the urge to call him a prude cuz thats mean but its so truuuuuuuuuue

Offender - Okay so like imagine if Deadpool was more cut off and distant. Flirty, witty, kind of a prick but secretly has a heart of...silver. If you wanna get to know him, and I mean REALLY get to know him, it's pretty much impossible unless you were quite literally hand picked and/or forced upon him (i.e. his proxies *wearing a t-shirt that says ask about my fen proxy ocs*) Bro doesn't even trust his own fucking family, so he tends to be stand-off-ish if that makes sense 😭

I should see what personality types they have 🤔

Hobbies:

Splendor -

Cooking - OKAY BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN WOULD NOT MAKE THEEEE BEST COMFORT FOOD YOU'VE EVER FUCKING TASTED. You eat one of his dishes and suddenly you have fat puppy syndrome. Fat, full, and tired. I like to think him and his family was from Germany and that he specializes in German dishes :D

Baking - Same with cooking, you CANNOT disagree that he'd make the most delicious goodies. He also definitely makes weed brownies, though he may deny it.

Music - Splendorman may not play an instrument like some of his other family members, but boy does he love listening to music. Him and Trenderman both LOOOVE to collect vinyls together <3. Splendor definitely has a record player that he uses RELIGIOUSLY and a phonograph somewhere around his big ass cottage teehee

Tea - OH yeah, ya boys a tea conisour. He has like every tea you can think of AND THEN SOME. he probably has an entire room just for storing all that damn tea.

Offender -

Gardening - Since Fen was a kid he's been absolutely in love with nature, especially flowers specifically. Sometimes he'll spend hours, even entire days, messing around out front of his broken down mansion and about his forest, tending to the flowers and other floura.

Violin - Another hobby Offender has had since he was a small lad!! Over the many years of his existence he has had plenty of time to master the craft of violin playing. Though since his death he stopped playing as often as he used to but he still does every now and then!!

Singing - Fen may not sing often but when he does, he has the voice of an arch fucking angel. He likes singing just fine but if he's being completely honest with himself, he enjoys playing the violin more. Though he does occasionally use his hypnotic voice to lure people in so he can steal their souls but that's business, not a hobby.

Painting - Yet another activity Fen is incredibly skilled in, but does not often indulge in. But since Fen has access to so many different flowers with many varying colors, sometimes he'll make paint to make something insanely beautiful.

Random Fun Fen Fact: After his death, Fen has this snake tattoo implanted on him by the devil that is slowly moving and slithering around his body!!

[funkytrashsuperstructure]

Disconnected - Chapter 4: Messenger

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE No Significant Harassment, Seven Red Suns NSH: What the fuck. SRS: What? NSH: I am assuming your messenger is in my puppet chamber right now, based on your overseer's presence. SRS: That is correct. What seems to be the problem? NSH: I do not know where to begin. It is so small. It looks almost malnourished. It doesn't even have a mouth! And... it doesn't have the Mark? SRS: It eats through the needles growing out of its tail. And no, it is not malnourished. SRS: Also, the Mark was an unnecessary risk, at least when I first used the messenger. Would've drawn too much attention from other iterators. NSH: ...I see. I am still not entirely happy with their health, but... I trust your judgment in this case, and I hope my skepticism was misplaced. NSH: Sorry for swearing, by the way. SRS: You are forgiven. And... feel free to give it the Mark now. I realize that stealth is no longer necessary here, and it would make communicating with them easier, seeing as you probably aren't familiar with the coded language I've taught them. NSH: You are full of surprises, I'll give you that. SRS: Thanks, I suppose. I've had time to think these things through. Not like we can do much but think and use our labs. SRS: Anyways, I- SRS: ... SRS: I have to go. It’s urgent. Five Pebbles. Do what you must with the messengers. NSH: What-

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Five Pebbles? That didn't bode well… but…

He turned his attention to the little creature on his chamber floor. At the same time, he directed his overseers to bring Spitfire to him. Shouldn't take too long.

Ah, well. He should focus on this.

With a mere thought, he lifted up Suns' messenger gently. They didn't seem to fuss much, instead gesturing at him in a way he didn't understand.

"This won't hurt much," Sig muttered.

Within a moment, the Mark was implanted into the creature's brain. They seemed dazed for a moment, and Sig let them down to the ground to recover.

"Hello, messenger," he said after a second. The creature seemed to perk up in surprise. "I am No Significant Harassment. You have been directed to my can to pick up a care package for an old friend, Looks to the Moon."

The creature blinked, before nodding and making gestures at him.

Sig shook his head. "Sorry, I don't understand that language. You'll have to deal with one-way communication for now."

The creature seemed to slump down a bit, before their attention was caught by something on the top of the chamber. Their ears went up in attention, eyes wide. He followed their gaze.

Sure enough, Spitfire was there in the pipe, staring at Suns' messenger. Sig couldn't help but let out a chuckle, letting his own messenger into the chamber lightly.

"Ah, yes. This is Spitfire. They will be going alongside you on the journey to Moon's can, for added protection. So long as you two get along, of course."

Spitfire and the messenger locked eyes. The messenger arched their back, needles sticking out of their tail. Clearly, they were scared of the larger Spitfire.

However, Spitfire remained calm. They lowered themself to the messenger's level, ears flicking curiously. Eventually, the little messenger's body loosened, instead looking around. Spitfire cautiously approached them, nudging them with their muzzle. The messenger reluctantly accepted the gesture.

Sig sighed. A good sign. Previous | First | Next | AO3 (most updated)

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ I’d like to be pregnant

“I would love to at least try to get pregnant.  Are you sure you’ll be okay with not knowing which of you it is?  I don’t want jealousy over that being the reason we break up,” you say.

“Whoever you have the baby with, it will be both our baby,” Tony assures you.  “I just really love the idea of experiencing the pregnancy.  You know - ultrasounds, feeling them kick - all that kind of thing.”

“I want to do the trying bit,” Clint teases.

“I need to get my birth control taken out,” you say.   “Maybe a check-up - make sure everything is working?”

“Well, we can practice until then,” Clint says.  “Right?”

You book in to see your doctor about taking out your birth control straight away.  You’re told it can take between three and eight months after you have the implant taken out to get pregnant, so for three months, the three of you have to try and relax and tell yourselves not to expect a positive pregnancy test immediately after you have sex.

To help keep yourselves in the mindset, you just call all sex; practice.  Even if it’s the kind of sex that had absolutely no way of making a baby.  In those instances, one of you always jokes that you definitely need to keep practicing because of how bad you are at it.

It helps keep things light and saves any kind of a disappointment because you aren’t pregnant yet.

When the three months are up, something shifts in the three of you.  That night there’s almost apprehension about what may happen.  You take off your clothes and turn away from them like you’re shy about them seeing you.  Clint comes up behind you and kisses your neck.  “What are you doing?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say.  “Tonight just feels important.”

He tilts your head back to look at him.  “It’s not practicing anymore.  We’re actually trying.”

You take a breath and kiss him, your tongue flicking out to meet his.  You turn in his arms and he starts backing up to the bed, pulling you along with him as he sheds his clothes.  Tony comes up behind you, already naked.  He kisses your neck and you break the kiss with Clint and lean back to kiss Tony.

Tony kissed you hungrily.  One of his hands goes to your breast while the other presses between your legs and toys with your clit.

You moan and rut against his hand as Clint sits down in front of you.  You move forward, straddling Clint’s lap.  The archer’s calloused hands run up your side and he leans forward and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth.  You moan and sit, in his lap, your hands tangling in his hair as you let your head fall back against Tony’s chest.

Your skin prickles like there’s an electric current running just under the surface.  You rolled your hips so Clint’s shaft slides up and down the lips of your pussy.  Your slick coats his shaft and he groans into your skin.

“Fuck,” you gasp.  “I want you both.  I want both of you to come inside me.”

  Tony pulls away and grabs the lube as you push Clint onto his back.  Clint wraps his hand around his cock and taps it on your clit twice before guiding it into your sopping cunt.

You moan, arching your back as you push down on his cock more.  Tony moves up behind you and starts rubbing lube along the place where you and Clint are joined.  His finger pushes inside you.  You mewl at the stretch and clench around them both.  They both still as you adjust and Clint pulls you down into a kiss.

Tony keeps moving his finger in and out of you and adds another as Clint continues to kiss you and moves his hips in shallow thrusts.  You break the kiss with Clint and throw your head back with a loud moan.  “Please, Tony,” you beg.  “Please, just fuck me.”

He takes his fingers away and lubes up his cock.  There is a burn at your entrance as he presses the head against Clint’s shaft and starts to penetrate you.  You mewl and grit your teeth and he slowly eases in.

When he’s in as deep as he can go and you feel completely stretched and full, both men start to thrust.  Heat blooms in your core and spreads out through you like treacle.  Your edges feel soft and you have trouble keeping your eyes open.  Tony’s hand pushes into your hair and he pulls it, as one of Clint’s hands slips between your body and he starts to rub your clit.  It’s too much, your body seizes up all at once as your orgasm tears through you and you cry out.

“Fuck,” Tony grunts. “Gonna break our dicks.”

Clint laughs breathlessly and even as your body shudders with your orgasm you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up inside you.  They keep fucking you, their hips snapping in tandem.  Their thrusts become erratic and their moans become louder.  You feel another orgasm building and when Clint pinches your clit, it crashes down on you again.  The clenching of your cunt pulls Clint over with you and he thrusts up hard as he releases inside you.  You moan and let your head fall onto his shoulder, squeezing your cunt like you’re trying to milk them both.  “Come, Tony.  I want it.  I want both of you mixing inside me.”

“Yeah, baby.  Gonna get you pregnant,” Tony growls.

That sends you over again, your body shudders as it washes over you and brings Tony along with it, his come mixing with Clint’s.

They hold themselves inside you until their cocks still and then carefully slip out of you and collapse on the bed beside you.  You curl up in a little pile and they both put their hands on your stomach.

“It won’t have happened yet,” you giggle.

“We know,” Clint says.

“But we’ve started trying,” Tony adds.  “And that’s enough for now.”

It takes another few months to get pregnant.  In the first month, everyone is relaxed about it, but by the third, Tony is freaking out.  When you finally get that positive line on a pregnancy test the three of you are delighted.

Tony becomes ultra protective of you, researching all the do’s and don’t of pregnancy.  If you even thought about touching a piece of brie he’d start freaking out.  Clint, on the other hand, is super excited.  He can’t help telling everyone he came in contact with the new news about the pregnancy.  If he went out alone for any reason - even the one time he went out on a mission - he always came home with a present for you and something for the baby.

Each new thing you learned about the life growing inside you, makes you feel more connected to it.  At twenty weeks you find out you’re having a girl.  At thirty weeks the team throws you a huge baby shower.  It’s exciting and yet at the same time, you feel as normal as you’ve felt since you’ve gone down this path with Clint and Tony.  The press hasn’t caught wind of any of it, so it’s just the three of you, making your lives feel so completely normal, despite the fact they aren’t normal at all.

You wake up early a few days before the due date with a wet patch on the bed and leaking fluid.

“Tony,” you say as you shake Clint awake.  Clint sits up suddenly in a defensive position and looks around confused.

“What’s going on?” Tony asks as Clint seems to relax and goes to grab his hearing aids.

“Either I just wet the bed or my water broke,” you said.

“You’re water broke?” Clint says, jumping out of bed.  “What?  We gotta go!”

“Just chill would you?” you say.  “I’ll call the hospital and find out what to do, can you change the sheets?”

A call to the hospital and a shower later you are back in bed while Clint and Tony continue to freak out.  You’re told to stay put until your labor starts but to call back in six hours if it hasn’t.

What follows is a day of sitting around trying to rest as much as you can while absolutely nothing happens, and then four extremely painful hours where your labor progresses so quickly that by the time you make it to the hospital there isn’t even time to consider drugs before you have to push.

Thirty minutes later your daughter is in your arms and two men look so in love beside you gazing down at her.

“Look at that little bean,” Clint whispers.  “She’s perfect.”

“You did it, honey,” Tony says.  “I’m so proud of you.”

You’re exhausted and elated and so in love and ready to start the next chapter of your life to start with your family.

~ END ~

[avdentalwellness]

Dental Implants: Your Ultimate Guide in Lancaster, CA

If you’re thinking about restoring your smile with dental implants in Lancaster, CA, you’re in for a life-changing experience. At AV Dental Wellness Group, we’re here to guide you through every step, from understanding the benefits to learning about the procedure and costs involved. Let’s explore how dental implants can help you reclaim a confident, functional smile!

What Are Dental Implants?

Dental implants are widely recognized as the most effective and long-lasting solution for tooth replacement. These implants consist of three main parts:

The Implant: A titanium post that acts as the new tooth root, securely embedded in your jawbone.

The Abutment: This connector piece attaches the implant to the crown.

The Crown: The visible part of the tooth, custom-designed to match your surrounding teeth.

This powerful trio creates a tooth replacement that looks, feels, and functions just like your natural teeth.

Why Choose Dental Implants?

Residents of Lancaster have several tooth replacement options, but dental implants offer distinct advantages:

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

Natural Appearance: Implants blend seamlessly with your smile.

Bone Health: Implants stimulate the jawbone, preventing bone loss over time.

No Impact on Neighboring Teeth: Unlike bridges, implants don’t require altering healthy teeth.

Enhanced Confidence: Implants provide security to eat, speak, and smile with ease.

The Dental Implant Process at AV Dental Wellness

Wondering what the journey to a renewed smile entails? Here’s a step-by-step overview of what you can expect at AV Dental Wellness in Lancaster:

Initial Consultation: Our team examines your oral health, takes X-rays, and discusses your smile goals.

Customized Treatment Plan: Your unique needs will shape a tailored implant plan, created by our experienced Lancaster dentist.

Implant Placement: Using local anesthesia, we surgically place the titanium post in your jawbone.

Healing and Osseointegration: Over the next several months, the implant will fuse with your bone in a natural process called osseointegration.

Abutment Placement: Once healed, we attach the abutment to connect the implant and crown.

Crown Placement: Your custom-made crown is then attached, completing your new smile.

Our AV Dental Wellness team is dedicated to ensuring your comfort and addressing any questions along the way.

Am I a Candidate for Dental Implants?

Many people are excellent candidates for dental implants. Typically, candidates should have:

Good overall health

Healthy gums

Adequate bone density in the jaw

A commitment to regular oral hygiene

Even if you’ve previously been told you aren’t a candidate due to bone loss, advancements in procedures like bone grafting may now make implants possible for you.

Dental Implant Costs in Lancaster, CA

The cost of dental implants can vary based on several factors:

Number of implants needed

Location of the implant

Additional procedures like bone grafting

Type of restoration (single crown, bridge, or full arch)

While dental implants may require a higher upfront investment than other tooth replacement options, their longevity and functional benefits often make them a cost-effective choice. At AV Dental Wellness, we believe that everyone deserves a healthy, confident smile, so we offer flexible financing options to help make implants more accessible.

Caring for Your Dental Implants

Maintaining your dental implants is simple and similar to caring for natural teeth:

Brush twice daily using a soft-bristled toothbrush.

Floss daily and give extra attention to the area around your implant.

Use an antimicrobial mouthwash to minimize bacteria.

Visit AV Dental Wellness regularly for check-ups and professional cleanings.

With proper care, your dental implants can last a lifetime, giving you years of confident smiles.

Why Choose AV Dental Wellness in Lancaster?

Choosing AV Dental Wellness means opting for expertise, compassion, and high-quality care. Here’s what makes our Lancaster practice stand out:

Advanced Technology: We use state-of-the-art implant techniques and materials.

Experienced Team: Our dentists bring extensive training and experience in implant dentistry.

Personalized Treatment: Every plan is tailored to meet your individual needs.

Comfort-Centered Environment: Our office is designed to provide a relaxing experience.

Comprehensive Services: From single-tooth implants to full-mouth reconstructions, we cover all your implant needs.

Frequently Asked Questions

How long does the dental implant process take? The complete process generally spans 3-6 months, depending on your individual case and healing rate.

Are dental implants painful? Most patients experience minimal discomfort. We use local anesthesia and offer sedation options to enhance comfort during the procedure.

Can I get dental implants if I’ve been missing teeth for a long time? In most cases, yes! Procedures like bone grafting may make implants possible, even if you’ve experienced some bone loss.

Will insurance cover my implants? Coverage varies, but our team can help you understand your plan and explore flexible financing options.

Elevate Your Smile Today with AV Dental Wellness!

Ready to enjoy the benefits of a complete, beautiful smile? Schedule your consultation with AV Dental Wellness in Lancaster, CA, today. Our dedicated team is here to answer your questions, discuss your options, and create a personalized plan that fits your needs and budget. Start your journey to a radiant, fully restored smile today – we look forward to helping you shine!

[implant-perfection]

All on 4 Dental Implants in Derby: The Complete Smile Makeover

In the vibrant city of Derby, dental health and aesthetics have taken a remarkable turn with the advent of innovative solutions such as All on 4 dental implants. This revolutionary procedure not only restores functionality but also transforms smiles, allowing individuals to regain their confidence and vitality. As more people seek effective solutions for tooth loss, understanding the intricacies of this treatment becomes paramount. This article delves into the various aspects of All on 4 dental implants in Derby, providing insights into the procedure, its benefits, and what potential patients can expect.

What Are All on 4 Dental Implants?

All on 4 dental implants represent a state-of-the-art technique designed for individuals who have lost most or all of their teeth. The process involves the strategic placement of four titanium implants into the jawbone, which then serve as stable anchors for a full arch of prosthetic teeth. Unlike traditional dental implants that require one implant per tooth, All on 4 dramatically reduces the number of implants needed, making it a more efficient and less invasive option.

The implants are positioned at specific angles to maximize the use of existing bone, which is particularly beneficial for patients who have experienced bone loss. This innovative approach not only minimizes surgical time but also enhances recovery, allowing patients to enjoy a new set of teeth in a relatively short period. In Derby, this technique has gained popularity for its ability to provide immediate results, giving patients a reason to smile almost instantly.

The Advantages of Choosing All on 4 Dental Implants in Derby

Choosing All on 4 dental implants offers a multitude of benefits that extend far beyond mere aesthetics. One of the most significant advantages is the ability to restore function. Patients who have struggled with denture discomfort or the inability to chew properly can relish the experience of eating their favorite foods again. The stability provided by the implants allows for a natural bite force, which is crucial for enjoying a diverse diet.

Another noteworthy benefit is the enhanced oral health that accompanies this procedure. With traditional dentures, bone loss is often accelerated due to lack of stimulation. However, the titanium implants used in All on 4 not only replace the missing tooth roots but also stimulate the jawbone, helping to prevent further deterioration. This is vital for maintaining facial structure and preventing the sunken appearance that often accompanies tooth loss.

From an emotional standpoint, the psychological benefits are profound. Many individuals who have lost their teeth often experience low self-esteem and social anxiety. The transformation that comes with All on 4 dental implants is often life-changing, restoring not just smiles but also confidence. Patients frequently report feeling younger, more vibrant, and ready to engage with the world around them.

Understanding the Procedure: What to Expect

The journey to a new smile with All on 4 dental implants begins with a comprehensive consultation. During this initial appointment, dental professionals will evaluate the patient's oral health, conduct imaging studies, and discuss the best course of action. This thorough assessment is crucial for ensuring the success of the procedure.

Once a treatment plan is established, the surgical phase begins. The procedure typically lasts a few hours and is performed under local anesthesia or sedation, depending on the patient's preference and comfort level. During the surgery, the dentist will place the four implants into the jawbone, followed by the attachment of a temporary prosthetic. This is where the magic happens—patients leave the clinic with a functional and aesthetically pleasing smile on the same day.

Post-surgery, patients will receive detailed instructions on care and maintenance. While some discomfort is normal, it can be managed with prescribed medications. The healing process is generally swift, allowing patients to resume normal activities within a few days. After a few months, once the implants have fully integrated with the bone, a permanent prosthetic can be placed, completing the transformation.

Caring for Your All on 4 Dental Implants

Caring for All on 4 dental implants is essential for ensuring their longevity and maintaining oral health. One of the most critical aspects of care is maintaining good oral hygiene. Regular brushing and flossing, along with routine dental check-ups, can help prevent complications such as infections or peri-implantitis. Patients are often advised to use specific tools designed for implant care to maximize cleanliness.

Additionally, lifestyle choices play a significant role in the longevity of dental implants. Avoiding tobacco and maintaining a balanced diet can greatly benefit both the implants and overall health. Engaging in regular dental visits not only allows for professional cleaning but also helps in the early detection of potential issues, ensuring that your smile remains intact for years to come.

It's also worth noting that while All on 4 dental implants are designed to be durable, they are not impervious to wear and tear. Just as natural teeth require maintenance, so too do dental implants. Being proactive about care can significantly extend the lifespan of the implants, allowing patients to enjoy the benefits of their investment for decades.

The Emotional and Psychological Impact of a Smile Makeover

The decision to undergo a smile makeover with All on 4 dental implants is often influenced by more than just physical appearance. The emotional and psychological impacts of a confident smile are staggering. Many patients report an increase in self-esteem and a renewed enthusiasm for social interactions. The ability to smile freely without the worry of loose dentures or gaps can profoundly affect one’s quality of life.

Moreover, the positive feedback from friends and family often reinforces this newfound confidence. Social gatherings, family events, and even professional interactions can become more enjoyable when one feels secure in their appearance. This shift in perspective can lead to broader life changes, including pursuing new career opportunities or engaging in activities that were previously avoided.

The psychological benefits of investing in All on 4 dental implants extend beyond personal satisfaction. Many patients find that their relationships improve as they feel more approachable and willing to engage with others. This ripple effect can lead to a more fulfilling life overall, showcasing the transformative power of a beautiful smile.

Conclusion: Embrace the Change with All on 4 Dental Implants in Derby

In conclusion, All on 4 dental implants in Derby represent a groundbreaking solution for those seeking to reclaim their smiles and self-confidence. The compelling advantages of this procedure—ranging from immediate functionality to long-term oral health benefits—make it an appealing option for many individuals. The journey involves not only a commitment to physical restoration but also an opportunity for emotional renewal.

As patients embark on this transformative journey, they can anticipate not just a new set of teeth but a revitalized approach to life. The experience is not merely about aesthetics; it’s about restoring joy, confidence, and the ability to engage fully with the world. Anyone considering this procedure should consult with dental professionals in Derby, who can provide personalized guidance and support throughout the process. With All on 4 dental implants, a brighter, more confident smile is not just a dream—it’s an achievable reality.

[newsteksblog]

Understanding All-on-4 Dental Implants: A Comprehensive Guide

The All-on-4 dental implant system has become an increasingly popular option for individuals looking to restore their smile and improve their oral health. This innovative procedure offers a full-arch restoration using only four implants, making it a faster and more efficient alternative to traditional implants. However, before undergoing the procedure, it's essential to explore all on four dental implants reviews to gain insight into the experiences of others who have gone through the treatment. Patient feedback can provide valuable information about the comfort, functionality, and longevity of the implants.

One of the most frequently asked questions is about the difference between all-on-4 temporary vs permanent restorations. The temporary prosthesis, which is placed immediately after surgery, allows patients to leave with a functional set of teeth the same day as the implant procedure. However, this temporary option is not as durable or as aesthetically refined as the permanent one. Typically, the permanent restoration is placed three to six months after the surgery, allowing time for the implants to integrate with the jawbone. This phase ensures better long-term stability and a more natural appearance for the final set of teeth.

Another common concern for patients is understanding how long after dental implant can I lift weights or engage in other strenuous activities. After implant surgery, it is crucial to give your body enough time to heal, which often means avoiding heavy lifting and exercise for a few days to a week. While light physical activity can be resumed relatively soon, it's important to follow your dentist's advice closely to avoid complications such as implant failure or prolonged recovery time.

[viyonews]

Understanding All-on-4 Dental Implants and Post-Surgery Considerations

All-on-4 dental implants have become an increasingly popular solution for those seeking a permanent, stable alternative to traditional dentures. The process involves placing four implants in the jaw, which then support a full arch of teeth. This method is not only cost-effective but also provides patients with the look and feel of natural teeth. However, before deciding on this treatment, it’s important to explore all on four dental implants reviews to understand the experiences of others who have undergone the procedure. Reviews often highlight the benefits, such as the quick recovery time and the long-lasting results, but they can also provide insight into potential challenges and what to expect during the healing process.

One important distinction when considering the All-on-4 procedure is the difference between all-on-4 temporary vs permanent implants. The temporary prosthesis is usually placed right after the implants are inserted, allowing patients to leave the clinic with functioning teeth. However, these temporary teeth are not as durable as the permanent ones and are meant to be replaced after the healing process. The permanent set, which is typically placed a few months later, offers greater strength and aesthetics. Understanding the timeline and differences between the temporary and permanent phases can help set realistic expectations for anyone considering this type of dental work.

After undergoing dental implant surgery, many patients are eager to return to their normal activities, including exercising. A common question that arises is how long after dental implant can I lift weights. Generally, it is recommended to avoid any strenuous physical activity, including weightlifting, for at least a week after surgery. This is because intense exercise can increase blood flow and disrupt the healing process, potentially causing complications. However, lighter activities such as walking may be resumed earlier, depending on your dentist’s advice. It’s always important to follow your healthcare provider’s recommendations to ensure proper healing.

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Cheapest All On 4 Dental Implants Sydney Australia 2024

All On 4 Dental Implants Sydney offer a higher level of functionality & aesthetics than dentures by replacing a full arch of teeth and saving your time and money with excellent results.

Dental implants require a good amount of bone for the treatment to be successful. We can determine this through a full diagnostic profile before implant placement. We do this through clinical assessment, radiographs, photos, and impressions.

CONSULTATION

During your Initial consultation, we’ll make a clinical assessment. We obtain a complete radiographic examination with clinical photos to establish a full diagnostic profile.

Then, we take impressions on both your upper and lower arches. From there, we will develop a full treatment plan to best address your case.

Once we confirm your suitability for the procedure, we will set an appointment for your surgery.

PLACEMENT

We will extract any teeth indicated for removal. 

We retract the gingiva in preparation for the implants.

Once we expose the bone, we will screw the titanium implants and place a healing cap.

We will place the gingiva back into its original position, covering the implants.

EXPOSURE

Once we achieve osseointegration during the healing process, we expose the implants.

After the preparation is completed, we place abutments on top as an attachment for the dentures.

IMPRESSION

We will now take new impressions with your new implants in place.

A denture will be created for you.

SMILE!

We deliver the new dentures and place them on top of the implants.

You are now ready to smile with confidence with your new set of teeth!

What is the All On 4 Dental Implants technique?

Toothless patients experience significant bone recession due to the loss of all teeth. Dentures are reliant on the bone structure for retention. Therefore some patients struggle with normal daily functions, such as chewing and talking.

All On 4 Implants technique uses four strategically placed implants on each arch for dentures to attach to. This improves retention and stability of the dentures. Thus, speech, daily function, and quality of life improve as well.

Will I need bone grafting?

You may or may not need bone grafting. However, the implants used for this procedure are specially designed for immediate denture function and work well with toothless ridges.

In most cases, patients lacking the bone volume required to support traditional implants can enjoy the many benefits of a permanent solution to missing teeth with this procedure.

How are All On Four Dental Implants different from dentures?

All on Four implants Sydney are purposefully designed for edentulous ridges to carry uniquely designed dentures. Depending on each patient’s case, we strategically place these implants at an angle to allow increased support and stability.

The major difference between these two options is that All Teeth on 4 uses a less number of implants compared to traditional implants that use 5 to 8 per arch. 

Also, the All Teeth on 4 implant procedure rarely requires bone grafting for most patients, which means you can save up on both time and money whilst getting excellent results.

What makes Sydney Dental Implant Centre, the perfect clinic to perform All Teeth On 4 Implants procedures?

Sydney Dental implant Centre is comprised of highly qualified practitioners that have combined degrees in dentistry, medicine, surgery, sleep medicine, and sedation.

Our specialty team comprised of a specialist surgeon, a dentist, a sedationist and a prosthetist perform all our implant procedures.

Patient care and satisfaction is our priority. We aim to provide quality dental service to all and make sure our treatment protocols suit each case.

Our collective years of experience in dentistry ensures that each patient receives safe and effective treatment. Our clinic is fully equipped with imaging equipment, lab support, and an entire team of experienced professionals to provide you with the best dental care.

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Transform Your Smile with Dental Implants in Brooklyn, NY by Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts

In the bustling heart of New York City, Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts stands as a beacon of innovation and excellence in oral healthcare. As a leading provider of dental implants Brooklyn NY, we understand the profound impact a confident smile can have on your overall well-being. Our commitment to patient satisfaction and cutting-edge technology ensures that your journey to a perfect smile is both comfortable and efficient.

Understanding Dental Implants

Dental implants have revolutionized the way we approach missing teeth. Unlike traditional dentures or bridges, dental implants provide a permanent solution that looks, feels, and functions like natural teeth. Here’s why they are becoming the preferred choice for many:

Durability and Longevity: Dental implants are designed to last a lifetime with proper care.

Natural Appearance: They blend seamlessly with your natural teeth, enhancing your smile’s aesthetics.

Bone Health: Implants stimulate the jawbone, preventing bone loss that often accompanies missing teeth.

Improved Oral Function: Enjoy your favorite foods and speak clearly without worry.

Dental implants are suitable for various age groups and dental health conditions. Whether you are dealing with single tooth loss or multiple missing teeth, implants can be tailored to your specific needs.

The Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts Difference

At Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts, we pride ourselves on delivering exceptional care through our skilled team and state-of-the-art technology. Here’s what sets us apart:

Expertise: Our experienced dental professionals are leaders in the field of implantology, ensuring precision and success in every procedure.

Advanced Technology: We utilize the latest dental technology, including 3D imaging and computer-aided design, to plan and execute implant placements with unparalleled accuracy.

Patient-Centric Care: From the initial consultation to post-operative care, we focus on providing a comfortable and supportive experience for our patients.

Our success stories speak for themselves. Patients have consistently praised our meticulous approach and life-changing results. Here’s what one of our satisfied clients had to say:

"Thanks to Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts, I no longer hide my smile. The entire process was seamless, and the results are beyond my expectations." - John D.

Dental Implants in One Hour: A Game-Changer

Time is a precious commodity, especially for New York City residents. Recognizing this, Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts offers the revolutionary service of dental implants in one hour New York City. This innovative approach minimizes the time you spend in the dental chair while maximizing convenience and efficiency.

The concept of dental implants in one hour involves using advanced technology to streamline the implant process. Here’s how it works:

Comprehensive Assessment: A thorough examination and 3D imaging are conducted to plan the implant placement with precision.

Immediate Placement: Using guided surgery techniques, the implant is placed in a single visit, reducing the need for multiple appointments.

Instant Restoration: In many cases, a temporary crown is placed on the same day, allowing you to leave with a complete smile.

This method is particularly beneficial for busy professionals and individuals who cannot afford prolonged recovery times.

Why Choose Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts for Dental Implants in Brooklyn, NY?

When considering dental implants, it’s essential to choose a provider who offers comprehensive care and exceptional results. Here’s why Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts should be your top choice:

Comprehensive Services: We offer a range of services, including single tooth implants, multiple tooth implants, and full arch restorations.

Affordability: Our competitive pricing and flexible payment options make high-quality dental implants accessible.

Insurance Coverage: We work with various insurance providers to help you maximize your benefits.

Personalized Consultations: Our consultations are thorough and tailored to your specific needs, ensuring you receive the best possible care.

Dental implants are an investment in your health and confidence. At Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts, we are dedicated to providing top-tier dental implants in Brooklyn, NY, delivering exceptional results with a patient-first approach. Whether you're interested in traditional implants or the groundbreaking dental implants in one hour service, we are here to help you achieve a healthier, more vibrant smile.

Take the first step towards transforming your smile today. Contact us Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts website to schedule your exclusive VIP viewing and consultation. Experience the Aesthetic & Implant Dental Arts difference — where innovation meets excellence in dental care.