#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~

Masterlist

[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.

[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.

Let me know what you think!

[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.”

[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)

[pure-ablution]

I read on your blog that you had an open bite and fixed it with braces. Can you talk more about it? Like the cost, duration, results etc

I have an (anterior) open bite but I can’t fix it bc it costs too much & i’m a uni student🥲. It’s one of my biggest insecurities bc it affects my smile, mouth area, jawline etc. Hopefully one day 🙈

I didn’t have an open bite—I had an overbite and a narrow palate, a little snaggletooth and very minor crowding, and quite bad TMD. My overbite gave me the appearance of a thin upper lip and over-stretched philtrum, I had visible dark corridors on either side of my mouth due to my narrow arch, and my chin appeared a little recessed and my jaw very soft and undefined. I also suffered from pretty severe pain.

I went to an orthodontic surgeon who owns a practice in a medium-sized city in the Midlands—I’m very happy to recommend him if you’re in the UK, just send me a private message. I’d researched a lot before finally settling on an orthodontist, and what I liked about this gentleman was how experienced he was and yet still at the very forefront of orthodontic research. He and I also got along extremely well from the start, and I trusted him and liked the result photos of his previous cases.

My treatment lasted 18 months in total. My first appointment was very informal, and mostly involved discussing my aesthetic and medical aims—the second appointment, a week later, was much more diagnostic. I had x-rays and measurements taken, several 3D models, impressions, and result mock-ups drawn up, and was given a drafted report and an estimation of costs. I was also fitted with a Kois deprogrammer at this appointment, and booked in for another appointment in a month’s time, to assess the results and finalise the report and estimations. At that next appointment, I had the deprogrammer removed and a palate expander fitted. Because of my age and development point, my palate expander was assisted with mini-implants—I didn’t need a full surgical fitting, but I was too far down the line for tooth-borne expanders. I was given pain medication, instructions on how and when to turn the screw, and a detailed guide as to how to keep my mouth clean for the next 6 months.

I wore the palate expander for 6 months, and had a pretty prominent gap between my front teeth by the time I was finished. It was uncomfortable at times, and I had to be really diligent about cleaning, but it wasn’t that bad. I did it over the summer vacation, and stayed in the UK to make my regular check-ups and monthly hygienist appointments. The palatal expansion actually happened very quickly, but then the expander had to stay in for a while so that my teeth and jaw could settle into place. Once it was finished, I had metal braces fitted to my teeth—I had lingual braces at the front of my upper arch, and self-litigating braces everywhere else. This mixing and matching is a slightly unorthodox approach, but it meant that not only were my braces slightly less noticeable, but it allowed my narrow back and bottom teeth to be tilted outwards, whilst my front overbite was pulled back inwards. I wore my braces for 12 months, and had monthly check-ups and cleanings. Again, it took a little adjustment at first, but the pain subsided very quickly. A little wax, plus my Waterpik and interdental brushes, were really lifesavers during this time!

When I had my braces removed, my dentist reassessed my bite again with another Kois deprogrammer. I had occlusal equilibration to perfect my bite and relieve my TMD, and a bonded retainer fitted which will stay there until I’m 25—at which point, it will be removed and I’ll switch to a removable retainer. I was fitted with a night guard as a precaution against bruxism, too, but I decided against any sort of veneers or composite bonding, because I wanted a very natural and charming look—though I did have a very small amount of gum contouring. I also had a tiny amount of masseter Botox to relieve the last of my bruxism and correct a very slight jaw asymmetry, and my teeth whitened in-clinic 6 weeks after my braces were removed.

Now, let’s talk about price. I had my teeth done by an excellent but very charitable dentist in a reasonably cheap area of the UK, and paid £5500 total for my entire treatment. This was split between an initial payment of £1500 and then monthly payments that averaged between £100–£150 depending on what my appointments had involved. I was a student at the time, and couldn’t have afforded to pay for the whole thing in one go, but the practice had a good financing scheme with 0% interest, and this is something that I would recommend for those in a similar situation to me. I usually avoid monthly repayments like the plague, but I think there’s a huge difference between repaying for a car or something like Klarna, and paying for something like orthodontics. I have no regrets regarding the cost and financing of my treatment, and I consider every penny to be well-spent.

Finally: my results. I’m going to pull from my report here, so please do excuse the overly scientific language. Nobody has ever really commented on my results, because I didn’t have crooked teeth to begin with, but the before and after photos are quite astonishing. My jaw is still soft, but in a defined way—I was never meant to have an especially angular jaw, but now I have a smooth defined curve. My chin is balanced with the rest of my face, though it is still ever so slightly recessed, and I’ve chosen not to fix that because I actually like it—I think it’s quite gentle and feminine on me. The assymetry in my jaw, cheekbones, and even eyes is gone, my lips appear fuller and my philtrum is significantly shorter, and my face is far less flat and more dimensional, with a fuller and shorter midface region. I will say that having my teeth fixed meant that my nose looked even more crooked and large than before, because it was suddenly in such stark contrast to the rest of my face, but I don’t regret the order in which I had my treatments, because I felt (and my rhinoplasty surgeon agreed) that having my jaw and bite fixed prior to my nose meant that I avoided having my teeth shift my nose out of joint post-surgery, and having my septum fixed meant that the results of my orthodontic treatment wouldn’t be reversed or impacted in any way by mouth-breathing at night. The two were really very symbiotic, and that’s why I’d always intended to have them fixed in quick succession—and I’ve no doubt at all that, once the swelling in my nose has gone down, I’ll be exceptionally pleased with the results of everything.

[sydneydentalimplantcentre]

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[teine-mallaichte]

The Trading Post

Charlie and Ash head to the trading post in an attempt to gain supplies.

CW: references to non-condrugging, dehumanisation, prejudice, living weapons.

On The Run MasterlistComplex 27

More info on Implants

The upstairs of the trading post was a chaotic mess - a noisy, overcrowded space filled with tension so thick it could choke a person. Everywhere Ash looked, people were armed, their weapons on full display: knives strapped to thighs, pistols holstered at waists, and the occasional rifle slung across a back. It wasn’t just the weapons; it was the atmosphere. Desperation clung to the air, mixing with the smells of sweat and cheap, greasy food. This wasn’t just a market - it was a pressure cooker waiting to explode, a room full of untrained, desperate people all trying to survive by ripping each other off.

Ash hated it. The ceaseless noise, the clamour of bartering voices, the stench - it all crawled under his skin and gnawed at the edges of his fraying patience. The throbbing pain behind his eyes wasn’t helping.

He hadn’t wanted to come, and Charlie clearly hadn’t wanted to bring him. But with Alex still recovering at the clinic and Sam barely able to walk, they were out of options.

Charlie’s remark before they’d left the apartment - This would have been easier with Alex. At least he does as he’s told, and he actually looks intimidating - stung, even if it wasn’t wrong.

The low hum of voices and the occasional sharp bark of anger filled his ears, every sound amplifying his headache. His vision blurred at the edges now and then, but it didn’t matter. He’d worked through worse. He was fine. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.

He forced his attention back to Charlie. She was at a stall, negotiating with the owner over something Ash hadn’t bothered to identify. The offer was clearly insulting, but Charlie remained calm, her voice even. “Two cans isn’t worth the risk it took to get this,” she said coolly. “You and I both know this is worth far more.”

The stall owner’s eyebrow arched as she leaned slightly to one side, her gaze flicking to a muscular man standing nearby. Ash followed her glance. The man’s broad shoulders and powerful build were an obvious attempt at intimidation. He was armed, of course: a knife sheathed at his belt and a revolver strapped to his left thigh. But Ash noted the way the man leaned more heavily on his right leg, shifting his left occasionally. An injury. Injured, complacent, and not expecting trouble. Ash’s mind filed the observation away, mapping out how to neutralize the man quickly if it came to that.

The stall owner’s lips curled into a faint smirk as her eyes flickered to Ash and then back to Charlie. “Your watchdog looks like he hasn’t eaten in days,” she mocked. “You’re desperate. And you’re lucky I’m even willing to do business with facility dogs in the first place.”

Charlie’s expression remained neutral, “We’re not desperate enough to accept bad deals,” she replied evenly. “You know this is worth more than two cans. If you’re not interested, we’ll find someone who is.”

The woman’s smirk faltered slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her eyes. “Three cans. And I’ll throw in some water purifier tabs—a show of goodwill.”

Charlie let the silence linger just long enough to unsettle her before nodding. “Deal.” She gestured for Ash to collect the cans and tabs. He hated this: being a bodyguard, being a pack mule. But he obeyed, silently loading the items into their bag.

The market’s noise seemed louder as they moved on, pressing against Ash’s nerves. Every sound felt amplified—the scrape of boots, sharp voices, the metallic clink of weapons. His vision blurred slightly again, but he forced himself to focus.

“Next stall,” Charlie muttered, barely glancing back at him. “Noticed anything I should know about?”

Ash scanned the room, his voice low and clipped. “Woman at four o’clock looks strung out—probably withdrawal. Teen in the window’s running surveillance, checking in through comms. Old guy in the corner looks ex-military. He keeps watching us.”

Charlie didn’t look at him, but her lips pressed into a thin line. She nodded subtly. “Noted. Keep your eyes open, but don’t escalate.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Ash muttered, adjusting the strap of the pack on his shoulder.

At the next stall, a wiry man with patchy hair and a nervous grin greeted them with forced cheer.

“Looking for something special?” he asked brightly. “I’ve got the best deals in the market.”

“Medical supplies,” Charlie said briskly. “Burn dressings, painkillers, antibiotics. What do you have?”

The man’s grin faltered, but he gestured to a display of mismatched items. “Depends on what you’re offering. Medical supplies aren’t cheap, especially the good stuff.”

Charlie pulled a vial from Ash’s kill kit, holding it up so the light caught the glass. He had reluctantly offered the kit up last night as a trade item, but seeing his assassination tool split up and sold still made his skin crawl. “Fast-acting, effective,” Charlie said evenly. “Good for keeping someone functional in a fight—or for making sure they don’t feel a thing if you catch my drift.”

The man’s grin sharpened into something calculating as he leaned forward. But when he reached for the vial, Charlie pulled it back. “Not until I see what you’ve got,” she said.

The trader hesitated, then laid out a few items: discoloured burn dressings, a half-full bottle of unlabelled painkillers, a tiny packet of broad-spectrum antibiotics, and electrolyte powders. It was pitiful but better than nothing.

“This is what you call ‘the good stuff’?” Charlie asked flatly.

The wiry man’s grin twitched, faltering under Charlie’s unimpressed tone. His eyes darted to Ash, lingering for a moment too long before flicking back to the vial in Charlie’s hand. “Alright.” He reached under the table, his movements careful, almost hesitant, before pulling out a small, battered case. He clicked it open, revealing a modest but more valuable selection: sterilized sutures, a small vial of injectable painkillers, an expired tin of burn cream, and what looked to be a used asset implant—likely ripped out of a dead weapon.

Ash felt his stomach twist as his eyes locked on the implant. The sight of it sent a cold, visceral jolt through him, a dull, sickening ache flared in his back - phantom pain from where his own implant sat, buried beneath scarred flesh. He could almost feel the sterile bite of restraints against his skin, the overwhelming smell of antiseptic, the weight of cold metal pressing into his body as it was installed without consent, framed as a "reward." That thing was a tool of control, a shackle disguised as advancement, and its presence here - on a filthy market table, priced and reduced to a mere commodity - was both revolting and enraging.

Nausea rose in his throat, but he swallowed it down, burying the fury that threatened to break free. He had to stay focused. He couldn’t let this derail him now.

Charlie’s gaze flicked to Ash for a fraction of a second, noting the shift in his posture. His shoulders were stiff, his fists clenched tightly, and his breathing had turned shallow. She registered it immediately: a threat assessment. He was teetering on the edge of losing control. For a split second, her mind whispered that she should shut it down - redirect him, focus him back on the task. That was what medics did with unstable assets: make them functional, make them useful.

She shook the thought away almost as soon as it surfaced, frustration flickering across her face. He’s not a weapon anymore, she reminded herself. But the thought didn’t sit right, like trying to force a puzzle piece into the wrong spot. She wasn’t sure what bothered her more - the sight of the implant itself or the fact that she’d automatically framed Ash’s reaction as a problem to be solved, rather than... something human.

She turned her attention back to the trader instead, her discomfort manifesting as sharp, clipped words. “Where did you get that?" she asked, her tone flat.

The wiry man hesitated, his grin faltering as his fingers tapped nervously against the edge of the battered case. His eyes darted to the implant, then back to Charlie. “Found it,” he said after a moment, his voice too casual, as if rehearsed. “Out in the wild. Lots of junk gets left behind when people run or… don’t make it.”

Charlie’s gaze flicked to the implant, her stomach twisting. The device was sleek, the metal casing smooth but worn in places. Scratches marred its surface, and faint, dark stains - too dark to be rust - clung to the edges. A nearly illegible serial number was etched along one side. The sight of it here, outside the sterile halls of the facility, or the flesh of a weapon, felt… wrong.

“Fully functional, “ the man continued, “Five reservoirs for meds, stims, painkillers, whatever you need. Automatic dosing based on vitals. Programmable and customizable if you’ve got the right tech. Hell, it’ll keep you standing when your body’s ready to quit - assuming you know how to use it.” His grin widened. “You won’t find one like this lying around every day. They’re only fitted to the top-tier weapons, the kind who don’t die easy. It's a rare salvage."

“Right,” Ash muttered, his eyes narrowing. “Salvage.”

Charlie stepped in before Ash could press further, her voice cutting through the tension. “Where’s the original host?” Her tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, and the way her eyes fixed on the trader left little room for evasion.

The trader hesitated, his fingers twitching nervously. “Gone. Whatever weapon had it didn’t need it anymore. Look, it’s just tech – an enhancement, and an impressive one at that”

Ash’s jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle in his cheek twitched. He stepped closer, his voice dangerously quiet. “You think they wanted it in the first place? You think they had a choice?” His words were sharp, perhaps sharper than they would have been had he not already been feeling like shit.

The trader’s confidence faltered, his hand twitching toward the edge of the table. “Look, it’s just a piece of gear,” he said defensively. “You don’t have to make it a moral thing.”

“Moral?” Ash echoed, his voice dropping into something colder than fury. He leaned slightly over the table, “sure let’s not make it a moral thing.” his gaze fixed on the trader like a predator sizing up its prey. “The reservoirs are self-sealed to prevent degradation. What did you do with the chems? Did you profit off them too?”

The wiry man hesitated, his eyes darting between Ash and Charlie. His grin had all but disappeared, replaced with a tight, wary expression. “Look,” he said, his voice defensive, “I don’t mess with the tech itself. What you see is what I got. The reservoirs were dry when it got to me."

“Dry?” Ash echoed quietly, his voice laced with an almost unnatural calm. “Funny thing about these implants - they’re designed to keep working until the host doesn’t." His voice faltered for a fraction of a second, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. “The only way they run dry is if someone drains them or…” He trailed off, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Shit.

His implant.

His reservoirs.

DRY.

The word rattled in his mind, heavy with implications. No refills. No failsafes. No automated systems humming quietly in the background, ensuring his body stayed functional, whether he wanted it to or not.

The implant was finite.

His chest tightened as the realization pressed down on him. Withdrawals—no, collapse, maybe death—would come. Sooner than he wanted to admit. His body had adapted too well to the constant drip of chemicals over the years, even when he hated every dose. How much longer before the stims stopped keeping him sharp? Before the painkillers stopped numbing the aches that never truly left? His self-administered doses would only last so long, he had been relying on the implant to make up the difference. To keep him functional.

He clenched his fists, forcing his mind to focus, to shove the thoughts aside before they could spiral further. Not now. Not in the middle of this. Later - he’d deal with it later. Not in front of Charlie, and definitely not with this smug bastard grinning at him. His jaw tightened, and he straightened slightly, his dark eyes boring into the trader, "You shouldn't have this."

The man flinched under Ash’s glare, his hand twitching toward the edge of the table as if searching for something to ground him. “Look,” he said, his voice sharper now, the nervous edge creeping in, “I didn’t pull it myself. It’s just salvage. You think I go out ripping these things off weapons? Someone else found it; I’m just the middleman. It’s clean business.”

“Clean?” Ash’s tone was cold, sharp, and laced with disdain. He stepped closer, leaning slightly over the table, his movements slow and deliberate. His dark eyes locked onto the wiry man’s, and the trader shrank back just slightly, his confidence crumbling under the weight of Ash’s presence. “You think it’s ‘clean’ to carve someone open like they’re scrap metal? To gut them and sell their pieces to the highest bidder? You ripped it out of someone’s back and slapped a price tag on it.”

The wiry man opened his mouth to retort, but Charlie cut in before he could, her voice calm but firm. “Ash.” She didn’t look at him, her focus locked on the trader, but her tone carried a warning, “We’re here to trade,” she said evenly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Not to debate ethics.”

The trader reached for the implant again, his hand shaking slightly as he placed it back in the battered case. He closed the lid with a metallic snap, locking it quickly as if to remove it from sight. “You’re not interested. Fine. Let’s focus on the medical supplies.”

Charlie didn’t let the tension linger, immediately refocusing on the items she’d already picked out. She slid the vial of nerve blocker onto the table, her movements brisk and deliberate. “We’ll take the burn cream, the sutures, the antibiotics, and the electrolyte powders,” she said, her voice steady but clipped. “The vial should cover it.”

The man’s fingers twitched nervously on the table’s edge, his earlier bravado completely drained. He glanced at the vial, then back at Charlie, as if considering whether to push for more. But a quick glance at Ash, who hadn’t moved but still radiated barely restrained menace, seemed to settle his decision.

“Fair trade,” he muttered, his voice tight. He reached out hesitantly, sliding the vial toward himself as Charlie began gathering the supplies. His eyes darted to Ash one last time, then quickly back down to the table.

Charlie packed the items into their bag, checking each one as she went. The burn cream was expired, the sutures were likely not entirely sterile, and the antibiotics were barely enough for a single round of treatment, at least the electrolytes looked to be in good condition—it was better than nothing. She adjusted the straps on the pack, glancing briefly at Ash. He was still staring at the trader, his expression carefully blank, but she could see the tension in his frame, the way his hands hovered just shy of forming fists.

“Let’s go,” she said quietly, her voice firm. She slung the pack into Ash's hands and stepped away from the stall, not waiting to see if the assassin followed.

Ash fell into step behind Charlie, the weight of the pack slung over his shoulder barely registering. His mind was still tangled in the encounter with the trader, the sight of the implant etched into his thoughts.

Charlie glanced back at him. She could see the strain etched into his features, the stiffness in his gait, and the way his eyes darted too quickly from shadow to shadow. She sighed quietly but didn’t say anything. They didn't have time for this. Not now. Not here.

She needed Ash sharp, and that meant keeping him focused, not letting the implant derail them both. “Keep it together,” she instructed quietly, without looking back. “We need credits... We should head into the back room, so I need you sharp. Got it?"

Ash’s head snapped up at her words, his jaw still tight, but he nodded curtly. “Understood,” he muttered, his voice low and clipped. He adjusted the strap on the pack slung over his shoulder, his fingers still trembling slightly. Charlie gave him one final sharp look, a silent warning not to let his emotions spirl out of control, before turning her attention to the curtained off section at the back of the building.

[malibudentistry]

Restore Your Smile with Dental Implants at Malibu Dentistry

Are you struggling with missing teeth or frustrated by dentures that don’t fit well? Dental implants provide a life-changing solution, helping you regain your confidence and enjoy fully functional, natural-looking teeth. At Malibu Dentistry, Dr. Austin specializes in implant dentistry, offering advanced, customized care to restore smiles and improve oral health.

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Natural Appearance

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Consultation

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Implant Placement

The titanium implant is surgically placed in the jawbone during a comfortable outpatient procedure.

Healing and Integration

Over several months, the implant fuses with the bone to provide a strong foundation.

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Once healed, an abutment is attached, and a custom crown is crafted to perfectly match your natural teeth.

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Is the procedure painful?

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In some cases, yes. Dr. Austin will evaluate your specific condition to determine the best approach.

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[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!

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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.

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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.

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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.