#Implant teeth

[erhanuzel]

We applied full mouth dental implants treatment at our dental center in Antalya, Turkey, to our patient, who did not have enough bone in the anterior region of the upper jaw at birth and wanted a permanent, fixed restoration from us because he had been using removable prostheses for years and was not happy. We successfully completed the treatment of our patient who applied from Portugal.

We would like to thank our patient, who applied to our clinic from Portugal, for choosing Adalya Dental Clinic.

Contact our dental clinic and centre in Antalya, Turkey for VIP dental services and first class treatment results in dental crowns, veneers and implant treatments!

*AACI (American Accreditation Commission International) Accredited Dental Clinic in Antalya, Turkey.

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[nipuni]

Some photos from yesterday 🍂 we got some house plants and found mushrooms in the park!

[umemiyan]

y’all i have been at the dentist for TWO HOURSSSSS they had to shoot me up with novocaine like three times because my shit wouldn’t go numb 😭😭 here’s your quarterly reminder to take care of your teeth as much as possible

[ofallthingsnasty]

been thinkin about mouth inspections at the dentist (with our faves). Isn’t there a way to tell if you’ve given bjs before? Like there’s an indent in the roof of your mouth or something? Since you have experience in dentistry, i thought I might ask💀

Perhaps dentist fave pokes around in your mouth and finds that spot, asking all sorts of gross questions, who’ve you done it with? how many have you given? and then forces you on your knees, explaining the whole time what he’s doing to that spot in your mouth as he brutalizes your throat. Law or Doffy would be the worst for it. Doffy wouldn’t be able to control himself and Law would be so calm and collected, it would be scary

Yes, but only hard and recent blowjobs - there can be petechiae on your palate!! (Think tiny red spots) We don't care, though ajsjjksk and as always THIS IS FICTIONAL OFC I DON'T ENDORSE THIS AJSKKS

The mental image of 'big dick Doflamingo's everything but mostly expensive implants mill'-dental office is sending me. Baby 5 not-so-subtly chewing gum behind her mask while she makes you wait in the chair. Him coming in half an hour late (you've been nervous and sweating the whole damn time and the radio is blasting nothing but shitty early 2010s pop which doesn't help), clearly fresh from some break and not a difficult procedure, showing you just how much he doesn't care about you. He fucking reeks of cologne. Light pink scrubs that fit him so well it's not even funny. Has a weirdly delicate gold chain around his neck that really emphasizes the way his pecs puff up before connecting with his collarbone. It kind of makes you want to fall into his... well, his cleavage. (Because of course he chooses scrubs with a rather unorthodox neckline - who's going to tell him off? He's the boss. Sometimes he comes in wearing polo shirts in that same pink tone and they're always, always a little too tight.)

He throws himself into his little chair so hard it skids right up to you and he just smiles as a greeting, porcelain-white veneers blinding you for a moment, before he puts his mask up (also pink, it's a whole fucking theme here). It's all pretty standard, Baby 5's clearly fake nails clicker-clacker away at the keyboard while he lists off your dental status - until he gets to the soft tissue, especially your palate.

tw. crack treated seriously + noncon = the combo from hell, medical malpractice, Law is in here too, as a separate listing (same tags for him + hypnosis), minors dni, don't take this too seriously i had too much fun writing this it's so silly, dental hypno doesn't work like this don't worry lol

Well, that's certainly an eyebrow raiser. Looks like little old unassuming you has a bit of a wild side. He can tell you know your stuff by how big and angry-red the bruise on your mucosa is. You've been a patient of his for a long time now - and other that the fact that you pretty much look like you're about to faint every time your ass touches the chair, you've been rather forgettable (but cute, he has to admit). He can tell you don't like the way he fingers around your mouth one bit - and that you're waiting for his final evaluation, taut like a bowstring. You're probably pissing your pants at the thought of getting some major work done. He knows your type and nudges his fingers just a little farther down your throat, to your uvula, just to see how trained your gag reflex is (and to keep you anxious for just a few seconds longer, it's just too precious).

You don't even blink. Others would have coughed up their breakfast by now but you're sitting there, eyes teary and face worried. Would you look at that. It's good he's wearing his mask or else you'd be able to see that he's poking out his tongue because he's smiling so hard - you're suddenly in his top ten patients, right next to all the big bucks and two or three genuinely interesting cases. And oh, he's getting ideas with the way you fidget under his gaze. You wouldn't tattle. You wouldn't even fight back. My, you're perfect for a little lunch time fun.

Baby 5 is out of the room with a single gesture, closes the door behind her with a distinctive click. She won't bother him either, she'll just go hide in the break room and text her newest boyfriend until someone scrapes her out of there again. And you? You're already anxiously waiting for his diagnosis, fearing the worst. Oh, he'll give you the worst. It's delicious to see your face go from nervous to absolutely crestfallen as he spins some tall tale about how need to get big work done on two molars, how bad it already is and how you probably should opt for implants (his specialty, after all. And so expensive he just knows you'll do just about anything to save a little money.) Of course, you trust him. And of course, you agree for him to go with the 'best' (and coincidentally most expensive) option, even when you're clearly fighting back tears at the price. He tells you to lay back, brings the chair to the highest, horizontal position and overstretches the neck so that your mouth is in a perfect line with your throat. It's unpleasant how the blood from the rest of your body is cut off from your head in this position, how the whole room is suddenly overhead and that damn light is shining straight into your eyes. It's supposed to give him a better look at your upper teeth - but when you open your eyes to his fucking dick of all things and him telling you that you want that treatment cheap, don't you?, you learn that not everyone has your best interest in mind. (Sadly, you don't even get to answer because he just shoves himself into you and fucks the protest right out of your oesophagus.) When he's done with you, your whole face is full of spit and mucus and you probably lost consciousness at least once - turns out not enough perfusion for your brain coupled with extreme anxiety and someone gripping your throat to fuck it better isn't exactly the healthiest thing in the world.

Honestly, you'll try so hard not to go back after that experience, you really do. Problem is, you gave them your mobile number when you first signed over your data - and just two days later you'll get a barrage of texts in finest text speak anno 2004, with a million of 😜🤞😂🦩 emojis asking you about the state of your throat and if you still want that follow-up. Cheapest set of dental implants you'll ever get, honestly. You only have to sell him your dignity.

Law on the other hand... All prim and proper in starched white, medical professional through and through, yet so gentle - has a whole concept around dental phobic patients, with warm and welcoming treatment rooms, gentle music, offers laughing gas, hypnosis and even general anesthesia if the fear is especially bad. Always professional and never condescending or infanitilizing (like some can be when it comes to phobic patients). He's a dentist, a doctor, the authority in this place but he guides with a gentle hand - and people adore him.

You've been his patient for a while now - and he can't lie, he really likes you. You've been a dream to work with despite your anxiety; have endured every session bravely, you hang onto every word he says with big, wet eyes. He makes a suggestion - you take it. No matter the cost, the time, how outlandish the approach might be, you're always willing, nod your head yes and try to tough it out. You're somewhat soggy, almost whiny but that's okay. It's kind of cute, really. So when he sees those telltale red spots on your palate, he's a little surprised... You come across as so meek while on the chair, it's hard to picture you as anything else outside of it. But clearly, you're either an extremely attentive lover or you're wilder than he thought. Honestly, he's almost pouting over this revelation. Who are you fucking? Even if the sentiment is inappropriate, it should be him - at least that's what his little crush on you whispers to him deep, deep down. He mills over it a little too long, long enough for you to try to speak around his fingers in your mouth - there you go again, asking him (and so politely, too) if there is something, anything? And to his shame, all he can think about is if this is how your tongue feels like when you're using it. The way you slur against his hand, that warm and entirely too inviting mouth so close yet so far - it's giving him some shameful, shameful ideas. What harm is in a little test drive - especially when you've been proven to respond well to hypnosis. He has just enough time to rope you into a little session, as well. So he pulls a face behind the mask and explains that yes, actually, you have a little cavity - a teeny tiny thing that could be filled so easily right now, if you have the time for it. The way you immediately tense up underneath him isn't lost to him. God, you hate surprises, he knows that, and he's being so, so selfish - but it's too late to take back his words now.

He can practically watch the thoughts form in your brain, can see how you valiantly try to fight down the panic over a surprise dental procedure. But, as always, you swallow the lie hook, line and sinker. And when you ask him if he can use hypnosis on you again, he knows he's won this round. It's not ideal - you're already upset over this whole situation and to get you into that relaxed state is going to be a lot of work, but he knows you well enough by now. A sentence here, a soothing word there, gentle encouragement wrapped around it all like a bow - the moment you've let go, he can simply pull his pants down and force himself into your mouth, that's how far away you'll be. Of course, you aren't as active as he wants you to be, but the thrill and novelty of the situation is more than enough for him. The thought of marking you like this, to cum right down you throat without you or the ominous other person fucking you knowing, is more arousing than he'd like to admit. Maybe he has to stroke himself to completion (because your slack lips around him are far from enough) but his orgasm builds up quickly and hits him hard. He can already feel that pesky sense of guilt nagging away at him the moment he collects his breath - but he cleans you up and fixes your rumpled clothes and shoves all those bad feelings into some far away corner of his mind.

Your numb jaw is easily explained away, as is that horrible taste in your mouth - and he did give you a filling, after all, so hey, the lie isn't that bad, right?

(Law totally did his junior time at Doffy's terrible implant money grub mill and then vowed to himself that he'll never ever ever become like that. Well, that kinda sorta didn't work out, huh?)

[sirmanmister]

One headcanon I have about synths is that they’re entirely organic except for two things: the plastic chip in their head, and their TEETH, which are made out of ceramic, and every single set is cast from the same mould.

Normal human teeth are already weird enough, so when you’re actively fucking with genetics I imagine things very easily go haywire with their jaws and mouths and it causes a lot of pain/is “unsightly” so the Institute just decided fuck it and instead of messing around with whatever needs-braces gene they gave the synths, it’s easier to just remove the organic teeth and implant new ones. But there’s no reason to make more than one mould, so every single gen 3 synth has the exact same set.

So theoretically somebody could identify every single synth out there with a 100% success rate, but 1) wasteland dentistry is in the GUTTER, and 2) who the hell would compare teeth?? Even if somebody did a full body examination and learned the teeth are ceramic, there would be no reason to compare to those of another synth.

[wannaeatramyeon]

I have a question, is Jake's all teeth real? Like, didn't Gun break some of them?

Jake Kim x Reader: Teeth

"Wow."

Jake responds with some incomprehensible noises.

"They did a good job, didn't they?"

A small nod.

"They feel good?"

Another nod.

"Really impressive."

More noises.

As unhygienic and unseemly as it is, your fingers continue to probe and run along his teeth, scrutinising the handiwork in-depth. If your head moves any closer inspecting your boyfriend's unbelievably realistic implants, you might be in danger of shoving your entire head in his mouth.

At the sight of Jake's adam apple bobbing, desperately trying to swallow with his mouth wide wide open, you yield. Backing away and removing your spit-covered fingers.

"Very nice. Very handsome." You say, kissing him and wiping your grubby fingers on his shirt.

Jake, any self-consciousness completely forgotten and confidence returning in full force, gives you a toothy grin and a wink in return.

[stupot]

[briarpatch-kids]

My SSDI hearing is in like 2 weeks and I'm ANXIOUS. Apparently it's mainly talking to the judge about why my medical records don't talk about my disability back when I had to quit working, but like... the consequences of the hearing are going to greatly affect my life and I also have to talk about how I was gaslit (literally told I was crazy) about my degenerative disability developing and that was the worst time in my life.

Also still dealing the caregiver support program and THEIR stuff too, but everyone involved who isn't on the board that keeps denying me is frustrated and mad about the denials so it's less upsetting than the ssdi hearing.

Life will get better I swear it

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[scriv3lloirl]

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[il3x]

[staring vaguely off into the distance] reboot.exe/seek crossover where eve is pr0's onboard

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

[scarmille]

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[everymadara]

Chapter 606

[katoska]

Got a tooth pulled today. It was surprisingly untraumatic. Only took 2 mins or so. Got a temporary denture which feels a little weird at the roof of my mouth,

[crystalis]

i talked to my mom today in the car about getting a job and i was really serious about it and we're going to get me an ID made like next week and im going to apply at like Food Fair or something to be a cashier or something i dont really know what i want to do but i have to do something bc i cant hide in fear from this anymore