#reasons to choose a tummy tuck

[lasercosmesis]

Everything One Should Know About Tummy Tuck Surgery

In a society where looks are so important to our self-esteem and confidence, it's no wonder that many people are resorting to cosmetic treatments to improve their bodies and restore their confidence. Among these surgeries, the tummy tuck, also known medically as abdominoplasty, is a popular and successful alternative for obtaining a flatter and more toned abdominal area. 

In this article, Dr. Medha Bhave who provides Tummy Tuck Surgery in Thane will explain why someone would choose tummy tuck surgery, the multiple benefits it provides, the process itself, and who is a perfect candidate for this transforming surgery.

Why Should You Get a Tummy Tuck?

Choosing a tummy tuck, also known as abdominoplasty, is a major choice that may have a substantial influence on one's physical appearance and general well-being. 

There are various compelling reasons why people choose a tummy tuck:

Abdominal Contour Restoration: One of the main reasons for getting a tummy tuck is to restore and improve the curves of the abdominal area. Sagging skin and strained abdominal muscles can be caused by factors such as pregnancy, considerable weight reduction, or the natural aging process. These concerns can be easily addressed with a tummy tuck, which results in a flatter, firmer, and more toned appearance.

Improved Posture and Core Strength: The abdominal muscles are essential for proper posture and core strength. These muscles may become weaker or separated (diastasis recti) after pregnancy or severe weight reduction. A tummy tuck includes the restoration of these muscles, which results in better posture and core strength.

Excess Skin and Fat Removal: Excess abdominal skin and stubborn fat deposits might be difficult to manage with diet and exercise alone. A tummy tuck surgically removes extra skin and fat, resulting in a more sculpted and contoured look. This is especially useful for people who have lost a substantial amount of weight or have loose skin as a result of pregnancy.

Stretch Mark Removal: Tummy tucks can also help to decrease or remove the appearance of stretch marks, particularly those on the lower abdomen. This may be a huge confidence booster, especially for ladies who have had stretch marks after pregnancy.

Improved Self-Esteem and Confidence: Many people choose this surgery to boost their self-esteem and confidence. A more toned and flatter abdomen can contribute to a stronger sense of body confidence and empowerment. It can also improve one's self-image, making them feel more at ease in their flesh.

Clothing Options: Many people discover that they can confidently wear a wider selection of clothing designs. Clothes that were previously shunned owing to worries about belly look can now be worn, broadening one's fashion options.

Motivation for a Healthier Lifestyle: This treatment can be a motivating element for some people to embrace a healthier lifestyle. Individuals are encouraged to maintain their achievements with regular exercise and a healthy diet after learning about the effort and commitment that went into the procedure.

Psychological Advantages: The physical benefits of a tummy tuck can have a favorable influence on one's mental and emotional well-being. Many patients report feeling more confident and having a more optimistic attitude toward life, which can contribute to better overall mental health.

It is important to understand that, while a tummy tuck surgery has many advantages, it is a surgical treatment with risks and recovery time. Potential candidates should meet with plastic surgeons to determine their candidacy for the surgery and to discuss their specific objectives and expectations. 

The Procedure of Tummy Tuck Surgery

Tummy tuck surgery is a surgical technique that tries to contour the abdominal area. It is usually done under general anesthesia and consists of several important steps:

Incision: The surgeon creates an incision down the lower belly, generally horizontally, just below the bikini line. The length of the incision is determined by the amount of the desired repair.

Extra Skin and Fat Removal: Following the surgery, the surgeon removes extra skin and fat from the abdomen. This step is critical for developing a tighter, more sculpted look.

Muscle Repair: The underlying abdominal muscles are tightened and mended, treating disorders such as diastasis recti, or abdominal muscle separation.

Closure and redraping: The remaining skin is draped over the abdominal area, and the wounds are delicately sutured closed. This stage produces a flatter, more sculpted abdomen.

Who is an Ideal Candidate?

While tummy tuck surgery has various advantages, not everyone is a good candidate. Individuals that are well-suited for this therapy often have the following:

Good Physical Health: Candidates should be in good physical health to guarantee a safe and effective procedure. Diabetes and heart problems, for example, may necessitate a thorough examination.

Stable Weight: Before considering a tummy tuck, they must maintain a stable weight. Significant weight swings can have an impact on the long-term outcomes of the procedure.

Realistic Expectations: Candidates must have realistic expectations regarding the procedure's result. A tummy tuck can provide impressive results, but it will not create a flawless figure or remove every flaw.

Non-smokers: Smoking increases the risk of problems during and after surgery. Candidates should be nonsmokers or willing to quit smoking before the operation.

Post-Pregnancy or Weight Loss: Tummy tucks are frequently sought after by women post-pregnancy or by those who have lost a substantial amount of weight and have extra skin and weaker abdominal muscles.

A tummy tuck is a transformational treatment that provides several benefits, including restoring abdominal shapes and strengthening core strength, as well as boosting self-esteem and confidence. If someone is looking for the Best Plastic Surgery Clinic in Thane, they must visit Laser Cosmesis Clinic. 

Book an appointment today to get this amazing procedure benefits!

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[baby-tini]

Mikey + pussy jobs.

Smth about not actually putting it in tini I tell you I’m fucking possessed please please PLEASE can you do mikey and a pussy job. Preferably Manila or Kantou….pleasepleasepleasePLEASE

I couldn't choose... so I did both. I didn't know what a pussyjob was, so.. I looked it up and I'm oh so very glad I did, holy shit. It's a need. Thank you so much for bringing this into my life.

Manila!Mikey- He likes too tease you, all the time, and he can be so fucking mean about it, for no reason either, sometimes he just wakes up mean. So, when you woke up to him in between your legs, his legs under him as he sat on his feet, with your legs lifted and sat them over his thighs, leaving them in a bent position, keeping you spread open for him. His thumb gliding over your folds, through your panties. Rubbing tight little circles into your clit as he looked down at you, his already black eyes unbelievably turning darker. Shifting closer to you as he pulls his cock out, and pulling your panties tighter against you, your clit outlining through the thin cloth. He rubs the head of his cock against your clit, jerking his hand up and down on his cock as he does. He hums at the soft little pants you let out, dragging his cock down towards your, still covered, slit. Pushing slightly in as you whine, he chuckles before pulling back and pushing your panties to the side. Using the tip of his cock too play with your, now un-covered, clit. Rubbing the base of his cock through your folds as his slit nudges the bundle of nerves, occasionally dipping the head in your soaked slit. Moving his cock through your folds, he pulls your panties back over, pressing down on the sides too watch the outline of his cock slipping over you, his pre-cum soaking through the cloth as looks down at you. Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you grab at his free hand, that sits on your tummy. Only pulling his cock out of your panties when he pulls them to the side again, panting as he strokes his cock, cumming on your cunt and using the head too spread it over your folds.

Kanto!Mikey- He uses it as a punishment, in his mind, if you've misbehaved, you don't get fucked, simple as that. But, he still wants too get off, so a pussyjob is perfect for him in these instances. He always stares at you with that same, empty dark look in his eyes, that's when you know you did something wrong. So... you're not too surprised when he lays you on your back, on the couch where he has his meetings with Kanto, spreading your legs open as he sits sideways on the couch, one of his legs crossed as the other stays on the floor. Scooting you closer to him as he stares you down, his eyes dilated and empty as he gives a harsh slap to your clothed cunt, swatting at your thigh when your hips jerk backwards. Pulling your shorts and panties off as he rubs his fingers through your folds, rubbing his thumb over your clit, pressing down as his thumb moves faster and you start too get wet. He hums as he leans up on his knees and slips his cock out, scooting you closer and tapping the head on your clit, the little pap pap pap's causing whimpers too spill from your lips. Glancing up at you, he rubs circles into your clit with the head of his cock, like he would with his thumb. Hiking your legs around his waist as his cock glides through the slick, covering your folds. Pre-cum spilling from the slit of his cock as he rubs it into your clit, using one of his hands too spread the lips of your cunt as he dips the head in your warm cunt before pulling back out seconds later. Swatting at your thigh again at the little whiny exhales you let out, continuing too brush the head of his cock over your clit, the pre-cum getting your cunt all sticky and messy. Only pulling his cock away when he cums, cumming on your stomach as you whine, your clit engorged with blood from the special attention your clit was receiving, but, Mikey just ignores you. Tucking himself away before leaving you too clean up his mess.

[alwaysonthemend]

Author's Note: Hello my loves! This is my most favorite thing that I've ever written so I really hope you all enjoy. Please ignore any typos lol 💞

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, cussing, arguing, mentions of unrequited love, heartbreak, mentions of drinking, frat parties, angry sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, praise kink, squirting, oral (m and f receiving) bruises from sex. I think that's all but please let me know if I missed anything! 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Word Count: 7946 (oops)

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Frat parties can be hit or miss you’ve come to discover. The music tends to be just okay (though they often play the better music towards the end) and they’re always hot and cramped and leave you feeling completely wiped out and gross by the end. For a long time, you avoided them all together – choosing instead to spend your Friday nights indoors reading or listening to music. But then you’d met Josh (and by extension the rest of the Kiszka-Wagner friend group) and they’d shown you that with the right people, parties could be a hell of a good time. Having a group to go with – ones who’ll dance with you and laugh and have fun with you, makes parties a nice break to the monotony every now and again.  

This one will no doubt be like all the others – packed and hot and the music blaring so loudly that you can feel it reverberate through your chest. The lights will be flashing between blues, greens, and reds and the room will smell strongly of alcohol. But you'll be surrounded by your little group of friends who will be laughing and dancing with you, distracting you from anything other than having fun. 

You’d met Josh during your first semester at University of Michigan and the two of you had quickly become good friends. You’d been partnered up in your film class and the rest, as they say, was history. He’d been the one to drag you out tonight – despite your protests of being tired. 

“Please?” He’d asked, giving you his very best puppy dog eyes. “It’s not fun if I have to go by myself.” 

“Josh,” You’d sighed, tucking your book into your backpack as you spoke, “I’m tired. Get Jake to go with you or something.” 

“He is going with me! But he hates frats and all he does is stand there and sulk the whole time.” 

You’d halted for a brief moment, your brain conjuring up images of Jake at a frat party that had butterflies erupting in your tummy before you’d quickly shaken your head, but Josh had caught you anyway. 

A smug smile had spread across his face, making him look like the damn Cheshire Cat. 

“Is seeing Jake not reason enough to show up? You know you wanna see him…” 

You rolled your eyes, huffing a breath and trying to ignore the heat spreading across your cheeks. Evidently, he’d yet to catch on to the tension that had taken up residence between you and his twin in the last few months – a far cry from what you two used to be. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joshua Michael. No idea at all.” 

“Sure you don’t, babe.” He’d said with a grin, knowing that he’d successfully convinced you. 

Your relationship with Jake is odd to say the least. You’d met him pretty quickly after meeting Josh – given the fact that they’re practically attached at the hip, and you’d hit it off with him just as you had with his twin. In fact, there was a time when you’d thought that maybe there was something more there with him… subtle glances and private smiles that took place between the two of you had sure made you think so. 

Though you and Jake had never hung out one on one (Josh was always there with you), the two of you would usually manage to find an excuse to sneak off together and you’d quickly found that the two of you have a lot in common – a love for music and Tolkein most notably. You and him could spend hours talking about the nuances of the Silmarillion and about whether or not Hozier should be considered a pop artist. 

Your favorite times though were when you all would be hanging out at Josh’s house for movie nights – you, Jake, Sam, Danny, and Josh, and you and Jake would sneak off alone to do whatever you pleased. Most of the time, you and him would end up on the roof to stargaze. Sometimes you talked – you’d talk for so long that both of your voices would grow hoarse from use. Other times, the two of you would just sit in silence, enjoying the other’s company. In those moments, it was like you and Jake were the only two people in the universe, completely content to let everything and everyone else melt away. 

Your friendship with Josh had been easy but the one you had with Jake had been effortless. Jake made you feel seen – like you could truly be yourself without him judging you for it. Though he could come across as broody and sullen at times, there’s a light inside Jake that only few people are lucky enough to see… and he had trusted you enough to be one of those people. At least, until about four weeks ago when suddenly it seemed like he didn’t want to even be near you anymore. 

Where used to the two of you would hang off to the sides at parties and gatherings (often standing a lot closer than you needed to be), now it was like he made sure to be wherever you weren’t. And God, did it hurt your feelings. You’d allowed yourself to become vulnerable with him – let him see parts of yourself that you’d hardly shared with anyone, not even Josh. And he’d tossed you to the side seemingly overnight… like all those deep conversations you’d had with him meant nothing at all. You desperately wanted to understand what had changed but refused to be the person to reach out. He was the one that stopped texting back. He was the one that started acting like you were merely acquaintances. He was the one who made you think that you were both in love one minute only to completely ignore you the next. He owed it to you to be the one to talk first. 

So silence had fallen completely between the two of you and  evidently, Josh wasn’t aware of it yet. But still, you were determined to not let Jake ruin a good time for you. You hadn’t been out with Josh in ages and you were confident that it would be easy enough to ignore Jake’s existence, especially given that he seemed intent to ignore yours too. 

– 

As expected, you're  immediately assaulted with humidity and the smell of alcohol as you step through the doors. Josh stands at your side as you both scan the crowd for familiar faces. Sure enough, tucked into a far corner is Sam and Danny – both of them already seeming to be a little tipsy. Josh grips your hand and the two of you wade through the sea of bodies, doing your best to avoid stray elbows and drunken party-goers. 

“You actually came!” Danny shouts at you over the din, a rosy hue on his cheeks from the alcohol he’s no doubt already indulged in. He and Sam called it “pre-gaming.” 

“Josh convinced me!” You shout back, nudging his shoulder playfully. 

“It’s my irresistible charm!” Josh answers, grabbing your hands in his and playfully beginning to sway you both back and forth. 

“Charm my ass.” Sam mutters, just barely audible over the music. Josh just shoots him a glare before returning his attention back to you. 

“Where’s Jake?” You ask, allowing Josh to lead you both a little bit more towards the center of the packed room. It's slow going – everyone else is hardly paying attention to anyone trying to get through, but you manage to get halfway there before you both become trapped from moving any further. 

“Sulking over there. Just like I said he would be.” Josh jerka his head in the direction to his left and you follow the movement, finding Jake leaning up against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand. 

Your eyes meet his and he immediately drops your gaze, the corners of his mouth dropping into a frown. You want desperately to march over there and demand he tell you what had changed but you refuse to back down first. This wasn’t the place for that anyway.

“Aren’t you gonna go sulk with him?” Josh asks, smiling down at you. The blue strobe lights make his teeth almost glow and it reflects off his sharp cheekbones. 

You shake your head. 

“I feel like dancing tonight.” 

He only grins before pulling you in closer to him, letting go of your hands to place his palms on your hips. You bring your own hands up and lace your fingers together behind his neck and allow him to guide your hips to the beat of the music. You close your eyes and lean into him, allowing the music to drown out everything else. If you keep your eyes closed, you can almost imagine that it's his twin out here dancing with you instead. 

Josh is attractive – that had been obvious from the moment that you first saw him. And maybe in another lifetime you and him might have been more than friends. But you and Josh both knew that in this one, best friends were all you would ever be. You’d kissed once at a party… You’d both been drunk and high off your asses and afterwards you had both agreed that there wasn’t anything there. But in this moment, you almost wish that you’d fallen for him instead of Jake. Falling for Jake had clearly been foolish given how he dropped you so quickly. Making you feel like he wanted you one moment only to then act like he hated you the next. You know Jake was angry though – especially if the glare that he's giving you and Josh from his place against the wall is anything to go by. 

As you and Josh sway and rock to the pounding music, Jake’s dark gaze stays locked on yours. There's anger in his eyes that makes you want to pull away from Josh but you refuse. Instead, you only pin him with one challenging glare of your own before turning your attention back to Josh. 

“What’s got him so pissy?” Josh asks you, leaning his head down to press his lips against your ear so that you can actually hear him. 

“Hell if I know.” 

Josh hums and you can feel the sound reverberate through his chest thanks to the close proximity. 

“If I didn’t know any better…” he starts with a sly look on his face, “I’d say he looked jealous.” 

“He’s just a dick.” You say, venom lacing your words – the hurt that you’d been keeping to yourself these past few weeks finally beginning to spill over. Josh looks taken aback for a moment before smoothing over his expression. 

“Sorry.” he says, though you can tell that he doesn't really know what he was saying sorry for. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He knows that your relationship with Jake is… different. And it pains him to see you both angry at each other but he has no idea how to fix it. Instead, he seems intent on making it worse. 

“Wanna give him a show then? Show him what he could have had?” Josh whispers, a wicked smile on his face. 

You smile back at him and nod. He uses his grip on your waist to pull you into him even more so that your hips are flush against each other. The lights have morphed from greens and blues to a deep red and the base is pounding in your chest. You move your hips from side to side, pressing your face into Josh’s neck as he moves with you to the beat. It isn't even dancing anymore – just mindless grinding against each other. You deliberately keep your gaze pointed away from Jake but you know he's still watching. You can feel his piercing gaze even from across the room. 

Just as you begin to lose yourself fully to the moment, a strong hand wraps around your bicep and yanks you harshly from Josh’s grip. 

“The fuck?” You spit, spinning around to be met with none other than Jake, his chest heaving and his brows pinched together in anger. 

“Jake, what the fuck is your problem?” Josh yells, regarding his twin with a frown. 

The two seemed to be sizing each other up, though you knew that Josh is just enjoying getting a rise out of his brother and feeling protective over you. But Jake… you can practically see the rage oozing from him. The red lighting makes his smooth skin almost glow and his dark hair falls on either side of his face, framing his sharp features. If you weren’t so pissed at him you might be tempted to kiss him. 

“This doesn’t involve you.” Jake finally says, a dangerous edge to his voice. 

“The hell it doesn’t!” Josh snaps back, eyes blazing in defiance. 

“Josh…” you hedge, placing a calming hand on his forearm. His eyes sweep to yours, immediately softening. “I’ve got it. Thank you.” 

Josh stares at you for a moment, debating whether to step away or not. You hold his gaze, silently trying to let him know that you could handle this on your own. Finally, he dips his head and steps back. 

“I’ll be with Sam and Danny if you need me.” He tells you, before retreating back to the corner. 

You watch him go before spinning on your heel to glare back at Jake. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You rip your arm from Jake’s grip as you speak. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He shouts back angrily. “Grinding on my twin brother like that!”

This time, you're the one to reach out and harshly grip his arm. You tug him backwards, leading him towards a side door that you know leads to a bathroom downstairs. You don’t turn back to look at him as you lead the two of you down, instead focusing on trying to steady your breathing and bring down your blood pressure. You're so angry you could scream. 

As soon as the bathroom door is shut and locked behind the two of you, Jake has you pressed back against the wall, nostrils flared and eyes blown wide as he regards you. 

“What in the world is wrong with you, Jake? You’re acting like an asshole.” You seeth, hating the tremble in your voice. Despite your anger, his closeness is still affecting you.

Jake doesn’t answer. He just stares down at you, chewing on his plump bottom lip. 

“No. I’m not doing this with you.” You shove him away from you, the sudden movement causing him to stumble back slightly. “You don’t get to ignore my existence and then get pissed just because I danced with Josh.” 

“If you wanted to fuck him so badly you could at least have the decency to do it in private. Instead of throwing yourself at him like a whore in the middle of a dance floor.” 

You balk, taken aback by his harshness. Never in all the time you’d known him has he ever spoken to you like that – to anyone for that matter. 

“Fuck you.” You spit, clenching your fists at your sides to stop yourself from punching his stupid, perfect face. “You have no fucking right to be pissed at me, dickhead. I’m the one who should be pissed at you!”

“The fuck did I do?” 

You roll your eyes. 

“If you don’t know what you did then I’m not going to tell you.” You turn your back to him, intent on going back upstairs. “Figure it out yourself.”

“Go right ahead, then. Go fuck my twin like I know you want to!” He snaps and the sheer aggression in his tone makes your whole body freeze. Icy hot anger washes over you and you feel like you could explode from anger. 

“What” You seeth, turning back around to face him, “did you just say to me?”

He meets your gaze, defiance coating his expression. 

“You heard me.” 

“Is that what you want me to do? You want me to fuck Josh?” 

“I don’t care what you do. Just don’t do it where I have to fucking watch.”

His eye twitches, betraying him. You take a step closer and he steps back away from you, caging himself in against the wall. Acting on sheer impulse, you press in close to him – so close that your lips are almost touching. His chest heaves with each breath he takes and a sheen of sweat makes his skin glisten in the low light of the bathroom. 

“I think you care.” You say, voice so low it's almost a whisper. 

“I don’t.” He growls, eyes narrowing dangerously. 

“I call bullshit.” This time, you let your lips just barely ghost over his as you speak. “You’re just pissed that he’s not too much of a pussy to make a move like you are.”

In a flash your back is slammed against the bathroom wall, knocking the air from your lungs. You gasp but the sound is swallowed by Jake crashing his lips into yours. You can’t help but to kiss back and he groans into your mouth. You hook your fingers into the belt loops of his black jeans, pulling him in closer to you. The kiss is rough – teeth clacking together as you practically devour each other. 

Your chest begins to burn and finally you pull back for air. Jake looks completely ravished, cheeks flushed and lips slick with spit. 

“Fuck me.” You demand into the silence, your voice coming out embarrassingly high pitched. 

“Sure you don’t want Josh to do it instead?” His voice cracks on the last word, ruining his facade but you aren’t ready to give up the fight yet. 

“Okay.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders as you make to step away from him. 

Before you can even begin to detangle yourself from him, he’s spun you around and slammed your face into the cold tile wall. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He mutters, smothering your body with his own. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass and you can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He whispers, a tad softer than before. 

You open your mouth to snark back, to tell him that he’s an asshole or a dick or something, but all that comes out is a breathless, needy moan. 

“Words, Y/n.” He insists, digging his fingers into the meat of your hips. 

“Do it, Jake. Fuck me.” You demand, pressing your ass back into his hard length and drawing a breathy little groan from him. “Please.”

The “please” is all it takes. Jake hooks his fingers into your waistband and roughly yanks your jeans and panties down. You hear him unzip his pants and the clink of his belt buckle as he pulls his own jeans down just enough for his length to spring free. He swipes a calloused fingertip through your folds, brushing against your swollen clit and causing you to gasp. 

“Fuck.” The word falls from your lips like a prayer, though to whom you have no idea. God surely wants no part in what Jake is about to do to you. 

“You’re dripping, angel.” Jake murmurs, swiping through your pussy lips again to gather as much of your wetness as he can. You can’t see him but you can hear the wet sounds of his hand pumping his cock, your slick making it easy. “Fuck, you look incredible like this.” 

You whine, shoving your hips backward to let him know that you’re more than ready for him. Jake takes the hint, spearing you with his cock and burying himself inside you all the way to the hilt. The stretch is painful and wonderful all at the same time and you both cry out at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. You want desperately to hear that noise from him again so you bear down on him as much as you can, contracting your muscles to squeeze him. 

“Shit.” He grits out through clenched teeth, wrapping one arm around your lower belly to keep you in place. “You keep doing that and this isn’t gonna last very long.”

“Move, Jakey.” The nickname escapes you unbidden but he doesn’t seem to mind, instead finally starting to rut his hips against you, his cock dragging along your walls deliciously.

You bring both hands up to brace your palms against the wall and let your head fall back onto Jake’s shoulder. Immediately, his lips attach to the sensitive skin as his thrusts pick up in speed. It’s brutal – no finesse as he pounds into you so hard that you see stars. You know that you’re being too loud but you can’t seem to stop yourself. Curses and please and his name spew from your lips with reckless abandon but he’s too far gone himself to silence you. He detaches his lips from your throat and tosses his own head back, little grunts and moans escaping him with each thrust of his hips into yours. He draws you in closer to him with his forearm and his free hand reaches up to wrap around your throat. He squeezes just enough to restrict a little bit of the blood flow, causing your head to swim with pleasure. 

“Who gets to see you like this?” He demands as he drops his forehead to rest against your shoulder, his thrusts somehow picking up even more speed. Your knees slam into the wall each time he pistons in and out of you and you know that you’ll have bruises there tomorrow – battle scars to remind you of this glorious moment. 

“You, Jake. Only you.” You manage to say through a wheeze, his fingers still wrapped around your throat. 

“That’s fucking right.” He confirms, pace beginning to falter. “Touch your clit, angel. Touch her for me.” 

You comply, sliding one hand down to circle feverishly against your swollen bundle of nerves. Your body is trembling, Jake’s grip on you the only reason that you’re still upright. The coil in your belly tightens dangerously, a feeling like none other beginning to claw its way up your body – completely engulfing you in the feeling of Jake, Jake, Jake. 

“M’ gonna cum.” You warn him, speech coming out slurred and barely comprehensible. 

“Fuck, me too. Give it to me. Now!” He demands and the band inside you snaps. 

You cry out loudly, your whole body trembling as the pleasure inside you hits its peak. Jake lets go of your throat and the rush of blood to your head coupled with the way he keeps pounding into you sends you tailspinning into another orgasm. Your pussy feels like it's on fire –  the pleasure and overstimulation of two orgasms so close together sending you into a state of fucked out bliss. It seems to go on forever, your whole body going slack against him. 

Finally, Jake pulls from you and immediately ropes of his own release paint your ass and lower back. The moan that escapes him sounds angelic and you wish that you could have recorded it somehow. 

You both just stand there for a long moment, the silence only broken by yours and his panting as you both recover from the mind-blowing orgasms that you just experienced. 

“Y/n.” His voice cuts through to you, sounding breathy and tired but so much softer than it had before. 

Just as you open your mouth to reply, a frenzied rattle of the door handle causes you both to jump. 

“Open the fucking door!” A drunken voice that you don’t recognize calls out. “I’ve gotta take a piss!” 

Jake lets go of you and you both quickly yank your jeans back up, doing your best to straighten your clothes and hair. Without saying a word, Jake strides over to the door and unlocks it, pushing a frazzled and drunk looking young guy out of the way and exiting the bathroom. 

“Watch it, buddy.” The guy pouts, rubbing his shoulder where Jake had run into him. 

“Move.” You demand, pushing him out of the way again to catch up to Jake as he angrily stomps up the stairs. “Jake!” You call, leaving the poor guy to stare after the two of you confusedly. 

“Jake, wait!’ You yell, ascending the stairs and stepping back out into the cramped dance floor. You’re disoriented, the loud music and flashing lights suddenly causing you to feel dizzy. You just barely see Jake disappear out the front door before you push and shove your way through the throng of people to follow him. 

Stepping out into the cool night air, you see Jake fumbling in his pocket for his car keys. 

“You can’t just leave, Jake!” You call, tears beginning to brim in your eyes. 

He must hear the tremble in your voice because he finally stops, turning back to look at you. He looks distraught. 

“We shouldn’t have done that.” He tells you, eyes dropping to stare at your shoes. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake.” 

“W-what?” It feels like you’re spinning – like someone put your brain in the dryer. You can feel the blood drain from your face. “Why would you-” You stop yourself, unsure of how to even continue. 

“I’m sorry.” He says again, before rounding the corner out of sight, leaving you to stand there alone on the sidewalk. 

–

Two weeks pass. You and him don’t speak. Hell, you barely even speak to Josh – his presence serving as too much of a reminder of what had happened. It felt like a fever dream… almost like it wasn’t even real. It’s like your own worst nightmare has come true. And not only that, you’re being forced to deal with it completely alone. 

You’d let passion and desperation dictate you towards the decisions that you’d made that night. Had you wanted it in the moment? Yes, you had. But now that it was all over and Jake clearly regretted it, you’re sure that the friendship you’d had with him is shattered beyond repair. Before, there’d been hope of fixing things – of talking things out and going back to how you once were. But now… There’s no reason to hope. You fucked the guy who used to be your closest friend in a frat house bathroom and there’s just no going back from that. 

Josh has been calling and texting you incessantly, begging you to tell him what happened that night. But you refuse. And after he wouldn’t give up asking after the second day, you’d resorted to just ignoring him completely. The fact that Jake hadn’t told him anything – despite having always told him everything, speaks a thousand words about how Jake feels about it. 

–

A knock echoes through your apartment, just barely audible over the Hozier album you have playing in the background. Thunder rumbles softly in the distance and sheets of rain pelt your windows. It’s a perfect night for a book and some wine – a way to detach yourself from the drama of the past few weeks. 

You sigh audibly, closing your book and placing it on the coffee table next to your wine glass. You figured it wouldn’t take long of ignoring Josh’s messages for him to come and find you. You rise from your seat and make your way to the front door, shoulders taut with the anxiety of having to tell Josh what happened. There’s no way he’s leaving you alone without the full story. 

You open the door, expecting to see a mop of curly hair waiting for you but instead you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of his twin. 

“Jake?” You ask incredulously, instinctively taking a step back from him. “You look…” You trail off. He looks awful. Dark bruises mar the smooth skin beneath his eyes and his long hair lies limp across his shoulders. He’s soaking wet from the rain. 

“Can I come in?” He asks and you nod at him, stepping aside from the doorway to make space for him to step inside. 

He stands completely still after closing the door behind him – awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Let me get you a towel.” 

You don’t give him time to reply, instead hastily retreating to your bathroom to grab him a clean towel to dry off. Perhaps it’s cowardly to run but you truly hadn’t been expecting to ever see him at your door again. 

When you return he’s still in the same place, dark eyes watching you warily as you hand the towel to him. 

“Thank you.” He says quietly, drying himself off the best he can. 

You just incline your head at him before retreating back to your living room, jerking your head in the direction letting him know that you want him to follow you. 

Your record had gone silent so you go over to your record player and flip it over before pressing play again. 

“Why are you here, Jake?” You ask him, turning back to face him with your arms crossed tightly across your chest. 

“To say that I’m sorry.”  He gingerly places the towel down on the coffee table, his whole body looking tense and uncomfortable. You’ve only ever seen him look like that around strangers. Somehow, you suppose that that’s what the two of you have become to one another. 

“Sorry for what?” You bite out, your hurt spilling over into your words like poison. “For leading me on for months on end or for fucking me in a bathroom and then calling it a mistake?” You don’t want to fight with him. Not anymore. But you can’t seem to stop the harsh words as they spew from your mouth – lashing out like an injured animal that’s been shoved into a corner. You suppose he has done that in a way, showing up at your own home unannounced in the middle of the night like this. 

Jake flinches back slightly at your words, shrinking in on himself like he’s been struck. 

“For… all of it, I guess.”  He shrugs, eyes staying locked onto the floor at your feet. “I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know?” That makes you angry. So angry you could cry. He came all this way – did all those things to you… and yet he doesn’t know. “I think you and I both know that you owe me more than that.” 

He nods once, eyes finally sweeping to meet yours. His gaze almost makes you soften. Almost.

“I assumed a lot of things, Y/n. And made an ass of myself because of it. But I don’t know how to fix it.” 

You collapse onto your sofa, suddenly feeling like you’ve run a marathon. Jake eyes the spot next to you but makes no move to join you. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that.” You tell him honestly. 

“I- I thought you and Josh were together.” He admits quietly, shoulders sinking in defeat. 

Somehow, you don’t doubt his words – nor do they shock you. You’ve known the twins long enough to see little hints here and there of the insecurity that lies buried within Jake. The way he’s quieter in large groups, like he feels like his words aren’t welcome. The way he shrinks back sometimes, afraid to voice his thoughts for fear of being judged or mocked. You've seen the way that he always looks to Josh in moments of doubt, like he can’t fathom ever going against what his twin might want of him. 

Josh had even hinted about it once, a long long time ago. He’d told you that he worries about Jake sometimes when he thinks about when they’re older and he won’t be around to look after him. You hadn’t quite understood the meaning behind his words or the depth of their bond back then. But now you do. They’re connected in a way that you can never understand. Their very souls are intertwined – wrapped around each other lovingly just as they had been since the womb. It’s a beautiful thing that you even find yourself envious of from time to time. Bonds like theirs… It's something that doesn’t happen often. 

But that bond seems to come with a caveat for Jake – burdened with thinking of himself as the lesser twin. He’d always been the quiet one, happy to let Josh be in the spotlight and content to bask in the residual warmness of him. You doubt either of them are really even aware of the way Josh always seems to be the leader. It’s natural to them – something that Jake has never seemed to have a problem with before. Until you came along. 

“We aren’t. Nor do we plan on it. He’s my best friend, that’s all.” You tell him honestly.

“I know that now. Josh told me I was an idiot.”

You huff softly. He smiles tentatively in return. 

“He also told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to listen to what you’ve been telling me this whole time.” 

You cock your head to the side, imagining the way Josh probably said the words. You can picture it – the little glimmer that undoubtedly took up residence in his eyes. He loves to play the wise sage. 

“And did you?” 

He nods his head. 

“I think so. That’s why I came tonight. To apologize. And to beg you to let me try again.”  

You sigh heavily, closing your eyes for a moment to listen to the rain tap against the glass. 

“Please.” 

You open your eyes to see that he’s come closer, those brown eyes of his boring into yours in a way that makes your knees weak. You’re fairly certain that those eyes will be the death of you some day. 

“You really hurt me, Jake. All those times that we spent time together… the things that I told you – things I’ve never told anyone before. And then you just-” You throw your hands up in defeat, words failing you. 

“I know what I did. And I am so so sorry, angel. I’m sorry for making you think that I could ever not want everything with you.” He sinks to his knees on the floor in front of the sofa, pleading eyes turned up to you.  

“Then tell me.” You demand. 

“I can’t.” 

“Jake…” You sigh, feeling your walls beginning to stand themselves up again. You’re so tired of waiting on him. 

“Wait!” He calls out sharply, the loudness of the word shocking the both of you. “Just…” He starts again, voice quiet again. “I need you to ask me first.” 

You want to deny him. To tell him to man up and just say it. But the way he’s looking at you, the way his shoulders have drooped in utter defeat… You can’t find it within your heart to deny him. 

“Are you in love with me?” The question escapes your lips soft and quiet – like a secret passed between friends. 

“Yes.” His answer is a prayer and you his savior – this room his confessional and you his altar. 

The air punches its way out of your lungs as his words register in your brain. Those words that you’d so desperately been wanting to hear. 

“I love you too.” The way your own confession slips past your lips without any thought makes his eyes light up – as if he couldn’t believe it until he heard the words from your own mouth. 

“Let me love you right.” He pleads, bringing his palms up to slide over your cloth-covered thighs. “Let me do this the way I should have the first time.” 

“Okay.” You whisper, reaching out for him like a small child. You want to feel him – all of him, for the first time. 

“Not here.” He says, rising from his knees and lacing his fingers with yours. “Your bedroom. Let me do it right, angel. Please.” 

Once again, you’re powerless to deny him so you rise to your feet and lead him into your bedroom. He presses your shoulders lightly, signaling for you to lay down. You relent, falling softly into the mattress. He climbs in after you, eyes glowing in the dim lamplight. The light spills from over the lampshade in the corner, bathing you both in warmth. It makes his hair reflect almost auburn as he hovers above you. The room is silent save for the distant rumble of thunder and the soft sound of your record player wafting in from the other room. Your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. 

Keeping his eyes trained on yours, Jake hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sweatpants, pausing momentarily as he waits for you to give him permission. You nod and he slides the fabric down your legs so that you can kick them off. His eyes sweep down your bare legs, lingering on your cotton panties and the ever-growing dark spot over your clothed pussy. His eyes stop at your knees, eyeing the bruises there. 

“Did I do this?” He asks forlornly, delicately tracing his thumb over the marks. 

You nod. 

“I wanted it, though. It’s okay.” 

He just shakes his head, pressing a featherlight kiss to each knee before sweeping his chocolate eyes back to yours. 

“It’s not.” 

There’s finality in his words. You don’t argue. Instead, you reach out for him, pulling him up towards you so that his weight settles on top of you, his knees pressed into the mattress between your legs. You unbutton his shirt slowly, reveling in each bit of tan skin it reveals. His necklace sways as he reaches back to toss his shirt to the floor. Your own shirt is next, leaving you in nothing but your panties and revealing your breasts to him and the cold air of the room. You’d opted to go braless since you got home and Jake seems more than appreciative. He stares at the hardened buds, licking his lips.  

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, palming your left breast in his calloused hand. It feels so good to have his touch on you and a whine spills out of you at the simple action. 

“So are you.” You tell him, reaching out once more to unbutton his pants. He slides the denim off himself, revealing his cock straining through the fabric of his boxers. You extend your hand to palm him through the material but he stops you. You flick your eyes up to him in question. 

“Not yet. I want to worship you first. The way you deserve.” 

He pulls your panties down your legs and a groan slips out of him at the sight of your glistening center. He’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You guess you are. 

Without warning, he dips his tongue through your folds, drawing a whiny cry from you. He dives into your aching pussy with what you can only describe as reverence, alternating between dipping the tip of his tongue into your slit and circling your swollen clit. The pace is maddening as he goes from fast to soft again, making you writhe on the bed with each pass of his talented tongue. 

“Oh, Jake.” You whine, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging. “That feels so good.” 

He moans at your praise and the vibration makes your legs quake and your thighs to clamp down around his head. 

“Please, Jake. More.” He answers your wanton cries immediately, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt and pressing a long, talented finger into you. He curls it upwards, brushing against that special spot inside of you. 

You arch your back, mouth dropping open in pleasure as he keeps his finger pumping in and out of you as he descends back down onto your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling. 

“Please. Oh fuck!” You cry, thrashing your head from side to side as the pleasure inside you begins to build. “Please!” 

“Shhh.” He shushes, rising from your heat momentarily. “You don’t have to beg, angel. I’ll get you there.” 

He dives back in and the sound that comes out of you barely sounds human. The band in your belly tightens and tightens as your orgasm draws nearer and nearer. You’re chanting his name between each moan and your whole body begins to quiver. 

“You’re so good, Jake. So good. Oh fuck!” 

At your words, Jake moans loudly into your pussy and curls his finger just right – sending you crashing into your orgasm. You writhe and pant, eyes screwing shut in pleasured agony. 

As your mind comes back to the present, you open your eyes to see Jake breathing heavily with a flush overtaking his bare chest. 

“Can I taste you?” You beg, pressing your thighs together to try and relieve the ache that has already returned despite your climax just moments before. 

“You don’t have to, baby.” He says with a lopsided smile, tracing delicate circles against the inside of your calf. 

“I want to. I want to make you feel good.” 

“You already did.” He says with a bashful smile and you notice now the wet patch darkening his boxers. 

“Oh.” You breathe out, another wave of wetness escaping you and making your thighs slick. 

“Couldn’t help it. You look so pretty like that, moaning my name and telling me how good you feel. You don’t- I wasn’t even expecting to cum tonight. I want this to be about you.” There’s only truth in his eyes. 

“Come here.” You tell him. 

He crawls up towards the head of the bed, settling in next to you as you toss one leg over his thighs to straddle him. 

“Do you trust me?” You whisper, leaning in close to him. 

“Of course.” He ghosts his lips over yours, drawing you downwards to press a sweet kiss to your lips. It’s nothing like the kiss you shared before, desperate and anger-fueled. This one is soft – almost innocent if it weren’t for the lust coursing through the two of you. 

Once you pull away, licking your lips at the taste of him, you slide your body downwards and settle yourself between his legs. You mouth over his cock through the fabric of his boxers, his length already beginning to harden again. He whines softly, hands clenching in the sheets at his sides. 

You use your teeth to pull his boxers down, eyes not leaving his own until his cock reveals itself to you. Everything about Jake is pretty and his cock is no exception. It’s perfect. His head is flushed red and weeping where it rests against his naval and you can’t help but to reach out and wrap your fingers around him. He hisses at the feeling. You stroke him, smearing his precum around to slick the way as you begin to pump him slowly. 

Jake tosses his head back, plush lips falling open and melodic moans spilling from between them. His chest is flushed and sweat beads at his hairline, making his beautiful skin glow in the lamplight. You can’t help but to lean down and press a sweet kiss to his tip, then another down the side of him. Jake huffs a laugh. 

“What?” You ask him with a smile, continuing to stroke him lazily. 

“N-nothing.” He manages to get out, eyes fluttering almost shut. “You’re sweet.” 

“So are you.” You tell him before sinking your mouth down around him. 

He lets out a choked groan as his tip hits the back of your throat and his hips buck up off the bed. 

“Oh fuck!” He cries out as you hollow your cheeks and slide your mouth up his shaft, pressing your tongue into the spot just below the head. 

You bob up and down for a moment before he’s pulling himself from you and grabbing you to pull you up towards him. He crashes his lips against yours again, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan but he swallows the sound, delicately bringing his hands up to cup your face as he kisses you. 

“I need you inside me. Like, yesterday.” You tell him, earning yourself a sweet laugh. 

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He flips you over so that your back is pressed back into the mattress and you watch in rapt attention as he grips his hard cock, sliding his tip through your folds to gather your wetness. Finally, he sinks into you slowly, savoring every inch as he goes. 

You moan loudly as he finally bottoms out, halting his movements as you both revel in the feeling of being close again. 

“You feel so good, Y/n. I should have told you the first time how wonderful you are… how beautiful.” 

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer to you and you both moan as his cock slips deeper into you. 

“It’s okay.” You tell him as he begins to rock into you – long, deliberate strokes that set your whole body aflame. “Fuck Jake, you feel so fucking good.” 

His hair tickles your face as he fucks into you but you can’t be bothered to move it. You’re consumed by the feeling of him – of his cock hitting you so perfectly, by the noises that fall out of him after each thrust, by the way his face twists in pleasure as your walls clench around him. It’s all too much and not enough and you reach out blindly to grip his shoulders, pulling his torso down so that you can capture his lips again. 

His lips are so soft as they move against yours and you can tell that he’s close already by the way his thrusts are growing sloppy and by the tremble of his shoulders. He’s holding back – waiting for your pleasure before he allows himself his. 

“You feel so good, Jake. So, so good.” 

“Yeah.” He whispers, bringing his hand up to swirl his tongue around the pad of his thumb before pressing it into your clit, rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. “Tell me you’re mine, angel. Please.” 

Your back arches against your will as white hot bliss spreads through you, overtaking your body from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Your mouth drops open and a loud whine escapes you as you try to form the words. 

“All yours, Jake. All yours.” You chant, digging your fingers into his biceps as your orgasm builds yet again. “Yours, baby.” 

He lets out a sound that almost sounds pained and his eyebrows pinch together as his thrusts grow faster and faster – the sound of his skin hitting yours and the slick squelch from between your legs filling the small bedroom. 

“W- fuck! Where?” He begs you, his whole body trembling.

“Inside! Fuck, Jake. Inside. Wanna feel it. Oh fuck!” 

He moans loudly as he finishes, painting your walls with his release and the sound of him is what drives you over the edge. Your release gushes out of you, drenching him in your pleasure as you both ride out your orgasms together. The world around you melts away to just you and him, blanketed in your pleasure and safe from everything else that threatens to come between you. It’s everything. 

When you both finally come back to yourselves, Jake slowly pulls himself from you before allowing his weight to settle on top of you completely. It’s silent. The rain outside has finally stopped. 

“I love you.” He murmurs into your sweaty skin, lips tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I love you too.” 

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Prompt: Clandestine Meetings (week two) @elriel-month

You can also read this story on AO3!

A/N: I was so happy when @elainsweetcobalt asked me to write a story to accompany this amazing fanart for this week's prompt. Shout-out to her and @tessorange-art for the incredible job because holy shit it's such a good fanart

It was nearly 1am when Elain finally got the courage to get up from the couch and lie to her family.

“I’m exhausted.” She said with what she hoped was a soft, convincing smile – so at odds with the erratic spike of adrenaline coursing through her body, numbing her limbs. “I’m going to call it a night.” She added a bit apologetically, aware of her sister’s knowing gaze on the side of her face. Elain paid Feyre no mind, feigning obliviousness as she dropped a good-night kiss on Rhysand’s cheek, happy to see that no suspicion lingered in his star-speckled eyes. Feyre, however, was waiting for Elain with open arms and an intrigued look on her face.

She knew her sister wouldn’t ask questions while her mate was watching them so closely, but nervous bubbles still fizzed in her tummy as she wondered what, exactly, was going through Feyre’s mind. Nevertheless, Elain smiled – a doe-eyed, innocent grin that did absolutely nothing to fool her sister, who remained mercifully silent as Elain wrapped her arms around her – and it was all she could do to keep her composure as she turned around and climbed up the stairs, the curious gaze of her family on her back the only reason why she didn’t rush to her room.

Truth be told, neither Rhys nor Feyre had any reason to be suspicious, no reason to believe Elain to be anything but the stickler for rules she’d always been. The reliable if not predictablesister is what they saw every time they glanced at her, and it was an image Elain was all to happy to sustain if it meant one more night with him, his lips on her skin, his weight on top of her.

Her entire body was a riot of sensations – hot yet cold, numb yet buzzing with energy – yet there was no reluctance, no hesitation in her step as she entered her room – silently locking the door behind her – and made her way past the neatly made bed, past the overflowing vase of colourful tulips and towards the balcony door, throwing it open with gusto.

Only to find that no one was there.

Which was to be expected, if not a bit underwhelming. So what if her throat was dry with thoughts of running into his arms? So what if she could barely breathe with the anticipation that pounded through with every beat of her heart?

Elain turned, walking towards her vanity in a futile attempt of distracting herself, pointedly ignoring the tulips that seemed to taunt her from beside the balcony door. Her reflection watched her from the mirror with feverish, wide eyes and flushed cheeks the same pink as her satin dress – one she had picked specially with him in mind. Goosebumps covered her skin as a cool gust of wind caressed her ankle, wrapping around her calf-

Elain looked down – at the dark tendril stroking her skin – and her gaze immediately snapped up again, looking through the mirror at the man standing behind her, so silent and so still she blinked to make sure she wasn’t imagining him. But there he was. She parted her lips, every word fleeing her mind as she took him in – a midnight-dark shadow and impressive, leathery wings, carefully tucked in behind him. His lush lips were tilted up ever so slightly, hair wind-blown and wild. A familiar swarm of shadows lazily coiled around her, reaching for her, touching her – gently wrapping around her legs, brushing against her arms.

Her name on his lips was a greeting, a plea, and before Elain could greet him back his scarred hand were caressing her neck, his thumb stroking her delicate skin. In a woosh of relief, Elain tilted her head to the side, wild eyes urging him to touch her more, to wrap his hand around her throat. But Azriel’s touch remained soft, languorous. His hazel eyes, however, betrayed his otherwise calm expression, chaotic as they traced her face, her bare neck, the plunging neckline of her satin dress, and then flickering to her face in obvious appreciation.

Elain’s mind went quiet as his hand trailed slightly down, playing with the strap of her dress, teasing her until she was squirming in her seat, spreading her legs open. She couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed by the needy sound that left her lips as she pressed against him. A whisper of a touch made her gasp, and Elain watched with hooded eyes as shadows trailed up her skin, brushing against her upper thigh.

Azriel leaned down and pressed his lips against her pulse point, nibbling and licking at the sensitive skin. Elain watched him through the mirror, fighting not to close her eyes and lose a second of the sinful image he painted tasting her. Azriel looked up, as if sharing her exact thoughts, and Elain’s breath caught in her chest as his hazel eyes flared and he smiled wickedly.

“Yes.” Elain answered the unspoken question, making Azriel chuckle at her eagerness. Elain did her best to glare at him, but then Azriel was pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, and any urge to fight was quickly forgotten.

“Were they suspicious?” He asked instead. The rumble of his whiskey voice sent a thrill down her spine, straight to her core. Elain bit her lip and shook her head. “Are you sure?” He knew damn well she was sure – just as she knew he had checked if it was safe to come into her room before even stepping foot in her balcony. But this was a familiar game to them, and they were both beyond pretending the thrill, the rush of sneaking out, of getting lost in each other when, on all accounts, they shouldn’t, didn’t excite them.

At that moment though, Elain couldn’t care less – not as she got up on shaky legs, turned around and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him with such force that Azriel staggered back before righting himself. He groaned low in his chest, kissing her back as if it were second nature. His shadows, Elain noticed fleetingly, had made themselves scarce, now replaced by Azriel’s hands as they reached for her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Does Rhys know you’re back?” Elain mumbled, pressing kisses to his jaw as he carried her to bed. Azriel pulled her hair back, holding her body close while pulling a strap of her dress down her arm, exposing her nipples to the cool breeze. He groaned, kissing her bare shoulder, down her chest until he was wrapping his lips around the peaked bud. Elain almost let him distract her. “Az?” She urged.

Azriel pulled back, kissing her temple, and laying her down the bed with such care her heart squeezed inside her chest. “He’ll know in the morning.” He finally said. Which meant no one knew Azriel was already in Velaris, back from his week-long mission. Which meant he could spend the night with her, unafraid of being sought out by anyone else.

Despite the leathers that still covered his body, he wasn’t the Shadowsinger, he wasn’t the Night Court’s Spymaster. Tonight, he was just Azriel. He was only hers.

So Elain smiled, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him take his top off, his eyes never leaving hers. And she didn’t look away either - not even as the sound of his pants hitting the floor echoed through the room. In what felt like slow-motion, he climbed up the bed and pushed the hem of her satin dress up her legs. The caress of his scarred hands against her tender skin made her squirm where she lay, and a needy whimper left her lips as his thumbs caressed her inner thighs. Elain spread her legs, mindless with want and too desperate to feel ashamed of her wanton display.

Azriel didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest – and with a groan, his fingers found her soaked center. With a muttered cursed, Azriel’s gaze turned to Elain, his lips seeking hers, his tongue battling hers as his thick fingers entered her, his thumb swirling around her clit. He fucked her with his fingers, going slow and fast then slow again, playing with her body until Elain was bowing off the bed, hips moving as she sought the sweet pressure of his fingers. Azriel knew what she needed – harder, faster – but still he kept his lazy pace, watching her with a satisfied smirk and hunger in his eyes. Like he couldn’t get enough of seeing her squirm under his touch, cheeks flushed while the sounds of his fingers fucking her echoed through the room. Azriel kissed her jaw, her neck, her chest, all the while muttering sweet praises against her skin.

Good girl.

You’re so wet for me.

You make me so hard.

His dirty words were enough to send her over the edge, and before Elain could help it, she cried out, legs shaking as she came hard around his fingers. There was nothing in her mind but pure bliss, her entire body seemingly bursting at the seams as she kept clenching rhythmically around him.

He shushed her tenderly, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You need to be quiet, or I can’t make you feel good, baby.” He muttered against her lips, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. Elain, still panting and probably looking as debauched as she felt, didn’t give him a chance to deny her a thing. Before he could mutter any more idle threats, she was pushing him until he fell on his back, bed bouncing with the impact. “Elain–” He tried to scold her, but she was beyond reasoning. Elain straddled him with ease, pulling the dress that had pooled around her waist up her body and throwing it behind her, caring little for where it landed. Azriel went silent, but the sight of his hands gripping the sheets spoke of his restraint. He wouldn’t touch her if he didn’t think he should – and hadn’t that been their problem for so long?

No longer, though.

Elain leaned down, dropping a kiss to his chest, eyes locked on his. “What if I want to make you feel good, too?” She murmured, kissing and licking his neck until he was panting under her. She would mark him tonight, right there so everyone could see. Let them ask where he had gotten it – let him remember it all again and come up with an excuse that could never do them any justice. “Will you be quiet?” She asked softly, hand reaching for his cock where it strained between their bodies. Azriel groaned, head dropping back as she pumped him slowly.

His hands finally reached for her waist when she bit the lobe of his ear, squeezing her fist around him and the sight of his naked body under her, strong muscles writhing and completely at her mercy sent a new wave a wetness to her core. She started pumping him harder, kissing him as he tried not to moan too loudly. Suddenly Elain understood why he enjoyed seeing her at his mercy.

“Holy fuck–” He groaned and power rushed through her at seeing this unbreakable man panting for her touch, nearly begging her for more. But Elain wasn’t as cruel as him – she raised her hips ever so slightly and aligned his member with her aching center. Azriel seemed to have stopped breathing, his own hands holding her still as she started to drop down his cock. “Shit.” He rasped and Elain had to agree. He fit perfectly, stretching her, and filling her in a way that sent starts bursting behind her eyelids.

She leaned down, hands holding her weight on his chest as she tried to move, but Azriel stopped her. “Give me a second.” He asked. Elain nodded, eyes closed as she fought the instinct to ride the man under her until both of them were screaming, secrets be damned.

“Azriel, please.” She begged when she couldn’t handle it anymore. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

He smiled softly, pushing a lock of hair away from her face. “Go ahead, baby.” He rasped, hands dropping to her hips. “Ride me.”

She hardly needed to be told twice. She moved her hips slightly, finding the perfect pace until both were panting, fighting not to make too much noise. But it was impossible – not as Azriel bent his legs and started thrusting up, hips meeting her own until the only thing she could hear was the sound of his skin meeting hers, his pained groans that sent sparks up her legs. A large hand grabbed her ass, guiding her up and down his cock as Azriel, with an impressive show if strength, sat up, his mouth wrapping around her nipple and sucking.

“Yes.” She mumbled, hands holding onto his shoulders as he kept filling her, fucking her until there was nothing she could think about the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

Euphoria crashed down her body as his skilled fingers found her clit, his lips on her neck as he rasped, “Come for me.”

Elain’s entire world ended and was made anew. Pleasure like she had never felt before numbed her limbs, turning her into putty in his hands. She felt herself fall onto him as he held her close, seeking his own pleasure in erratic thrusts and soft praises muttered against her sweaty shoulder. She felt him come inside her with a groan, filling her until they were both sated, drained, and falling down on the bed with whatever sliver of energy they had left.

“Holy fuck.” Azriel panted and Elain couldn’t help but giggle where she laid, splayed on top of his body and unwilling to let go.

She smiled lazily. “You’ve said that.”

“It bears repeating.” He smirked, chuckling softly as he glanced at her. He stroke her cheek gently, lost in thought. Elain didn’t ask him what was going through his mind, not even as he watched her with so much tenderness Elain almost looked away. Azriel leaned down instead, kissing her slowly, deeply. “Can I hold you while you sleep?” He asked, a soft frown on his face.

Elain pouted. “I don’t want to sleep.”

“You’re exhausted.”

“You’re back from Rask, and I’m the one who’s exhausted?” She teased, but Azriel just looked at her, letting her see everything going through his mind.

“I just need to hold you tonight.” He said, and Elain said nothing else. Because he would be leaving soon. Because she’d be waking up alone, any trace of him gone, his scent already fading from her sheets. And like always, despite her sore body and the vivid memories that would make her blush early in the morning, she would wonder if it had all been a dream. That is until she looked at the lovely vase by the window, where a new tulip stem would’ve joined the others. A different colour every time so Elain could tell them apart.

So Elain nodded as she reached for his lips once again. She wondered if maybe it was time to talk to Feyre. If there was a way for him to stop going away every other day. Not for the first time, she wondered if Rhys kept Azriel away for a reason – if in his concern for the people he loved, the High Lord wanted to avoid Azriel coming around Elain as much as possible, believing distance to be the key to a situation no one wanted. If he thought time apart would make them forget each other, want each other less.

If only he knew.

“I’m probably leaving again soon.” He murmured against her lips, as if he could muffle the words and stop them from coming out. From happening. “I won’t be able to tell you when I’ll be back.” He frowned, as if only now realising he’d be spending nights away from Velaris again.

A pang twisted in her stomach, but Elain smiled serenely, pressing a kiss to his chest. “That’s okay.” She reassured him, even if she knew every cell in her body would spend the entire time longing for him, too busy missing him to care for anything else.

Azriel eyed the balcony door, the gauzy curtains still blowing with the night breeze. “I don’t want you to wait for me without knowing when I’ll be back.”

Elain raised her head, eyes heavy with sleep as she watched him. “Won’t you come to me when you get back?”

“Always.”

“Then I’ll be waiting for you.” She reassured him.

“Elain–”

“Sleep, Az. You need to rest.” She laid her head on his chest, snuggling closer to him just as he interlaced his fingers through hers. He sighed in defeat and Elain felt her heart trip inside her chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling happily as she closed her eyes. “I always leave the door open for you, anyway.”

[ddejavvu]

Eddie x reader where reader has chronic tummy issues (puking randomly in the middle of the night for no damn reason) but it’s one of her biggest fears even though she should be used to it, Eddie comforts her every time she calls out for him no matter what bc his girl needs him ofc

cw // throwing up

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You're not sure what's worse, pre-puke, or post-puke. Pre-puke has you waking up in a cold sweat, bolting upright and out of bed to dash for the bathroom. Pre-puke is your stomach churning, bile rising in your throat that seems to choke you. Post-puke, though, has you sobbing over the toilet bowl, flecks of sick dotting the rim, a nasty taste lingering on your tongue.

The one good thing about post-puke is Eddie. You drearily call out for him, though the word is garbled as you speak without closing your mouth. You don't want to taste any more of your dinner, not for a second time.

"Ed-die!" You repeat, tears joining the sick in the toilet, "Eddie please come here!"

That rouses him. For someone who so often needs assistance in the middle of the night, you've chosen an unusually heavy sleeper to ask for assistance from.

You can hear a thud as he rolls out of bed, limbs working to untangle himself from the covers instead of catch him as he falls. He jogs into the doorway, gruff, sleep-ridden voice telling you that he's 'comin', sweetheart, 'm comin'.'

He reaches you in a few quick steps across the tile, and his feet stick slightly to the floor. His hands are clammy too when they sweep over your forehead, collecting baby hairs that aren't already tied up in your sleep updo. he tucks the wispies behind your ears, keeping them free of the toilet bowl.

"All done?" He asks, his free hand rubbing circles on your back. You're sure the stench of your vomit is as unpleasant to him as it is to you, but you don't want to flush it down if more is going to come up right away.

"'Dunno," You grumble, sniffling miserably, "I don't feel better."

"Alright," His voice is strained as he lowers himself to the floor, tattoos on full display as his chest remains bare and unclothed, "You wanna snooze?"

He offers his shoulder, but you shake your head.

"I can't," You whimper, tears budding like pearls in your eyes, "I- I can't sleep, Eddie, I'm just gonna wake up sick again and it's scary!"

"I know," He croons, his voice progressively less raspy as he uses it more, "I know, sweetheart. Let's wait, then. Let's wait until your stomach starts settling, okay? Then we can talk about sleeping."

"Okay," You resign, but the lingering fear of slumber still resides in your chest like a monster, lurking in the shadows to jump out at any moment. Your thumbs twiddle with each other and Eddie reaches for them, tucking your hair securely into place before letting it go. His hand, calloused and rough, grates against your own with a soft, warm touch. He leaves a trail of comfort wherever he touches, dragging his fingers up your arm and rubbing at a knot in your shoulder. A single tear rolls down your cheek and he reaches up to kiss it away, neck craned to press his lips against the apple of your cheek.

You feel bad for keeping him up. His eyes are half-closed, sleep crusting their corners. He never accepts your apologies, though, and if you try now he'll send you a goofy grin and tell you it's just more time he gets to spend with you. You choose to take serenity from his presence, instead of harboring guilt, and let the pads of his fingers erase your worries with every soft knead into your flesh.

"Any better?" He asks, a few minutes' silence shattering in the bathroom.

"A bit," You nod, focusing on the receding ache in your belly. He's standing the second you make the move to, joints cracking as he straightens.

"Toothbrush," He squirts a dollop of paste onto the brush, handing it to you while it drips with faucet water. While you're busy brushing the sick out of your mouth he takes care of what's in the toilet, flushing it away with a quick baby wipe to the seat. When your limbs prove too tired to move you back to bed he dabs at the toothpaste at the corners of your lips and hauls you away. You let yourself sink into his embrace only to be ripped from it when he sets you down on the mattress, but at your soft, displeased whine, he clamors onto the bed. He tucks the blanket over the both of you, lips dotting a kiss to your forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," He bids you for a second time that night, punctuating his words with a feather-light pat to your belly and tummy-talk, "And no more, you little shit."

[simonalkenmayer]

Tell me why humans can physically and surgically alter their bodies to show off their beliefs (circumcision, tattoos and piercings) their aesthetic preferences (a more straight smile or nose) to attract a mate like a bird (boobs butts tummy tucks, lifts) to be thinner, etc etc, but it’s somehow bad when trans people do it to feel less suicidal.

To me the latter reason is in fact the most valid.

Yet if someone has a surgical procedure to live six months longer, like having a tumor removed, we call them heroes.

So surgery to live longer is fine, but not if you’re trans.

Why?

Why?

Really. Why.

Why do you care so god damn much?

It’s disgusting hypocrisy counter to reason. It’s bigotry thinly disguised by falsehoods of spooky ominous trans people.

I’ve been a monster my entire life and trans people are treated worse than I am. I’ve slept in a graveyard more times than I can count. I could do it now safely and legally, but a trans person can’t pee in public in a locked room while minding their own business.

Humans are mad. TERFs are the new torch carrying mobs. And trans people are the latest creature in the tower.

Count me out of the bonfire.

I disguised what I was to hide. Trans people are braver than even I. TERFism isn’t feminism. It does nothing but reduce women to their genitals and femininity to a reflection of fate rather than an expression of identity.

Bigotry makes terrible people. Trust me. They live very shallow and empty lives. They see no complexity, no great tapestry, no fugues. No overlapping subtle patterns, no profound awe. They do not see reality. They see themself everywhere all the time, themself—being rejected or embraced over and over. It’s just feedback. They are robotic sensory response automata.

The only thing a tolerant person cannot tolerate is intolerance. It’s a paradox, so make a choice. I choose to reject intolerance. Therefore, those who are intolerant must be rejected. TERFs lack understanding. They lack compassion. They lack willingness to learn or think outside their own rigid ideas of themself. Therefore I reject them.

It’s very very sad…and incredibly boring.

Transphobes live in their own hell. Sadly they rarely realize it until it’s too late. Some might think that fine karma.

I certainly do.

[lexa-griffins]

Madi loves it when her mommies read her bedtime stories at night before she falls asleep. When Lexa is pregnant with Saige, Madi asks if she can read bedtime stories to her baby sister in her mommy's tummy 🥺

Oh my goodness yes!! 🥹

As a book lover, Lexa kinda went ham on the kids' book shopping back when she was pregnant with Madi so that little girl has a bunch of books to choose from for bedtime and Lexa adores the sweet little stories while Clarke gushes about the adorable illustrations.

Madi finds a few to be her favorite and will try to memorize the words the best she can with her mommas' help. Its cute reading a book to her and have her finish the sentences because she already know the lines, and Lexa actually teaches Madi to read a little earlier than most by doing this, sometimes falling asleep mid-sentence. And to incentive their energetic little toddler to sleep when she says she's not tired, Clarke will take Madi's hand and rest it on Lexa's tummy where the baby is still kicking and awake "your baby sister wont go to sleep unless you sleep too sweetheart, dont you want to show the baby how to be a big girl and sleep on time?". Madi eyes will widen and she'll nod very fast, getting cozier underneath the comforter and asking Lexa if she can read another smaller book to help her little sister fall asleep, not that Madi needs it.

One day she comes down the stairs with her favorite book in hand - The Tale of Peter Rabbit of course - and tells mommy that today she will be the one reading the bedtime story, she even tells Lexa to go and lay down because she wants to be sure her baby sister is comfortable inside her tummy so she can fall asleep to Madi's reading. She ends up making up half of the story and needing constant help to read the words she knows but she does it in the cutest voice, all hushed and sweet, talking directly to Lexa's tummy while she lays on the couch against Clarke. To their shock tho, Saige really does seem to fall asleep to Madi's reading but so does Madi who is still halfway through the book, heavy eyes already closing as the words trail off. Clarke picks her up and kisses her head, angling her in her arms so she can kiss Lexa's bump and so Lexa can kiss her head before she takes her to her bed and tucks her in already asleep.

The tradition continues when Saige is born, just a little wide eyes newborn staring at her big sister with shinning eyes as she reads her the exact same book, making sure to show her all the drawings and follow along with her finger where she is reading so Saige knows where to look.

Years later Madi will joke thats shes the reason Saige is such a storyteller and in the children's book Saige publishes, with illustrations so similar to Beatrix Potter's, there's a little dedication at the start:

For my big sister Madi, thank you for always reading me to sleep.

Below, a sweet picture Clarke captured all those years ago of Lexa in her hospital room, little Saige only a few hours old in her arms as Madi sat on her lap with Peter Rabbit opened in her hands, so clearly engrossed in her story telling.

Back on the farm, Madi, Lexa and Clarke are bawling their eyes out at the dedication 🥹

[elxfi-archived]

Tomorrow was her birthday. not this day that was talked about so much both in this world and the living one. valentine's day. funny how he never really did anything for her on it... but then again why to show love on one single day when you can do it every day. and that was what he tried to do. show his love for her every single day. tomorrow however was her day. the day she came into this world. and even though she had forgotten his -- which really didn't matter, despite their agreement to have a tradition of letting him sleep in, he hadn't minded at all. for her however, he wouldn't dare forget. and he got her this gift that happened to arrive today, a day earlier. he thought that was a good thing. since early is always better than late. what he had chosen this year was not all that different from the year before. nighttime wear but this time a sheer robe that had caught his eye because of its colour. she did like pink and then the design also seemed like something she might like. it was flowy and feminine and fluffy. and he had found her size luckily. now that it was wrapped up and ready for her to open it in the morning, he put it away in her side of the closet so she could see it when she got ready for work in the morning. inside was also a little note he had written later and put in between the folds of the box that read:

Happy birthday, wife.

i think it's our third year together now. i hope you like this gift and don't think me boring for choosing something similar to last year. i just saw this and thought you'd like it. i'm not that great at gift-giving apparently. apologies for that. i hope to try harder next year. anyway, love you and i'll see you soon.

Your husband

She is undoubtedly EXHAUSTED. Haru had been up & down all night. Each time the little one would make his way to the end of their bed, he had a new reason why he needed his mother's attention. 'Tummy hurts, mommy', 'Tsuki woke me up, mommy', 'I wanna stay with you, mommy'. She had conceded DEFEAT roughly halfway through the night & eventually settled on letting the small boy remain in bed with them. Tsuki was a daddy's girl. She always wanted Starrk when she needed tending to. Haruya, however, was a mama's boy through & through & unfortunately, far more FUSSY of a child than his sister. Chiyo didn't mind MOST of the time. It came with the territory of having young ones. Only, up until recently, she didn't have to wake up nearly as early & it wasn't such a DETRIMENT to be woken up multiple times in the night. Now? She had to be up quite early for the commute to the Seireitei. She had previously been a PROFESSIONAL when it came to working long hours on little sleep. In fact, it was the way of their division. But she had become SPOILED with sleeping in & now it wasn't as easy as it once was. She has to PEEL her son off of her when it comes time to drag herself out of bed. She tucks him back in with little protest from Haru. He must have worn himself out from his own ANTICS & would most likely rest peacefully until it came time for their father to make them breakfast. Chiyo feels the exhaustion HIT her like a ton of bricks & she groans quietly to herself. It was going to be a LONG day. She makes her way to the closet in search of her uniform (if it could even be called that anymore, given her recent modifications). Crystal optics halt in their search when SOMETHING gets her attention. A box, nicely wrapped & placed atop her dresser.

Oh right. Today was her birthday. Of course he did something for her. He wouldn't FORGET like she had. Chiyo sighs, taking the box in her hands & feeling an immense sense of GUILT. Dammit. Why did he have to be so thoughtful? Part of her was hoping they could just IGNORE her birthday & be even for the year. But he hadn't even been upset & of course he was still going to do something for her. She tries to open the box as QUIETLY as she can manage, not wanting to disturb her boys when the sun hadn't even risen yet. Inside, she is met with a note & a shock of light pink fabric. She opens the note first, reading over his words & smiling to herself. He was just so PRECIOUS. After finishing the note, she pulls the garment from the box, lifting it up to get a better look at it. It was LOVELY. A pretty, pink, fluffy robe that would certainly pair well with the other things in her recreational closet. How could she EVER think it boring? She neatly, folds it back up, setting it aside so she could wear it after work. Then the small shinigami makes her way over to her husbands side of the bed, placing a kiss on his forehead. ❝I love you SO much.❞

[curenishant]

Why Choose CureIndia for Tummy Tuck Surgery in India?

Tummy tuck surgery, also known as abdominoplasty, is a life-changing procedure for many individuals. Whether it's due to significant weight loss, pregnancy, or simply the natural aging process, loose skin and excess fat around the abdomen can be distressing. If you're considering tummy tuck surgery, CureIndia is a trusted name in the field of medical tourism, offering an excellent combination of world-class healthcare services and compassionate patient care. Here’s why CureIndia stands out as the best option for Tummy Tuck Surgery in India.

Understanding the Pain Points of Patients

People who seek tummy tuck surgery often struggle with both physical and emotional challenges. Sagging skin, stubborn fat deposits, and weakened abdominal muscles not only affect appearance but can also lower confidence. After working hard to achieve a healthy weight, or going through childbirth, this excess skin can be a painful reminder of past struggles. Many individuals feel uncomfortable in their own bodies, avoiding social situations or limiting their clothing choices.

Moreover, the idea of undergoing surgery in a foreign country may raise concerns about safety, quality of care, and costs. This is where CureIndia steps in, providing solutions to these challenges and ensuring that the entire journey, from consultation to recovery, is smooth and stress-free.

Why CureIndia is Your Best Choice for Tummy Tuck Surgery in India

Highly Experienced Surgeons One of the key reasons why CureIndia is the right choice is the expertise of the doctors and surgeons we partner with. Our specialists have years of experience performing successful tummy tuck surgeries, ensuring the best outcomes for patients. The surgeons are not only highly trained in the technical aspects of the procedure but also understand the emotional and psychological factors that patients go through. This combination of skill and empathy results in a more personalized and reassuring experience.

State-of-the-Art Facilities CureIndia works with some of the top hospitals and clinics in India, all equipped with modern technology and world-class facilities. This ensures that tummy tuck surgery is performed with the latest techniques, minimizing risks and enhancing recovery. The hospitals we collaborate with adhere to strict international standards of hygiene, safety, and patient care, giving you peace of mind.

Affordable and Transparent Pricing One of the biggest concerns for anyone considering surgery is the cost. In many countries, especially in the West, the cost of a tummy tuck procedure can be prohibitive. CureIndia offers tummy tuck surgery at a fraction of the cost without compromising on quality. The affordable pricing in India is a major reason why many international patients choose CureIndia for their medical needs. Moreover, we ensure transparency throughout the process, so you know exactly what to expect, with no hidden fees or surprises.

Comprehensive Care and Support At CureIndia, we understand that surgery can be overwhelming, especially for international patients. That’s why we provide comprehensive care, including pre-surgery consultations, travel arrangements, accommodation, and post-operative care. Our team is available to assist you at every step, ensuring a seamless experience. From answering your questions about the procedure to helping you with recovery tips, we are there to support you throughout your medical journey.

Comfortable Recovery in a Beautiful Environment After surgery, recovery is crucial. CureIndia not only ensures that you receive top-notch medical care but also arranges a comfortable stay for you in a serene environment. India offers a unique combination of modern healthcare and traditional wellness practices, which can aid in faster recovery. You can relax in a peaceful setting, allowing your body to heal while enjoying India’s rich culture and warm hospitality.

Language and Cultural Understanding For many international patients, the thought of traveling to a country where they don’t speak the language can be daunting. CureIndia’s team is skilled in handling patients from all over the world. We provide translators, guides, and a culturally sensitive approach to ensure you feel comfortable and understood throughout your stay. This eliminates any potential communication barriers and helps you focus on your recovery.

Regain Your Confidence with CureIndia

The emotional toll of having an unshapely abdomen can be immense. Many patients suffer from low self-esteem, avoiding situations where they might feel judged or uncomfortable. A tummy tuck surgery not only improves your physical appearance but also boosts your self-confidence, allowing you to enjoy life to the fullest once again. At CureIndia, we prioritize your well-being, both physical and emotional.

Conclusion

CureIndia is the ideal partner for your Tummy Tuck Surgery in India. With our expert surgeons, advanced facilities, affordable pricing, and comprehensive support, we ensure that your experience is smooth and positive from start to finish. We understand the pain you are going through and aim to offer solutions that transform your life for the better. Take the first step towards a healthier, more confident you with CureIndia.

[siddhidheniya]

Liposuction, Breast Augmentation in Hyderabad: A Complete Guide

Liposuction, Breast Augmentation in Hyderabad: A Complete Guide

Liposuction in Hyderabad

Liposuction is a surgical procedure that involves removing excess fat from specific areas of the body. It is a popular choice for individuals who have stubborn fat deposits that do not respond to diet and exercise. Liposuction in Hyderabad is performed by skilled plastic surgeons using advanced techniques and the latest technology.

Types of Liposuction

There are several types of liposuction in Hyderabad, each with its own advantages:

Traditional Liposuction: This involves making small incisions and using a suction cannula to remove fat.

Tumescent Liposuction: This technique involves injecting a tumescent fluid into the area to be treated, which helps to numb the area and reduce bleeding.

VASER Liposuction: This uses ultrasound technology to break up fat cells before removing them.

Benefits of Liposuction

Liposuction can offer several benefits, including:

Improved Body Contour: Liposuction can help to create a more sculpted and contoured appearance.

Increased Self-Confidence: Many people report feeling more confident and self-assured after undergoing liposuction.

Improved Health: In some cases, liposuction can help to improve health by reducing the risk of certain health conditions, such as heart disease and diabetes.

Fat Removal Surgery in Hyderabad

Fat removal surgery is a broader term that encompasses various procedures aimed at reducing excess fat. Liposuction is one type of fat removal surgery. Other popular fat removal surgery in Hyderabad include:

Abdominoplasty (Tummy Tuck): This procedure removes excess skin and fat from the abdomen.

Arm Lift: This procedure removes excess skin and fat from the arms.

Thigh Lift: This procedure removes excess skin and fat from the thighs.

Benefits of Fat Removal Surgery

The benefits of fat removal surgery in Hyderabad are similar to those of liposuction, including:

Improved Body Contour: Fat removal surgery can help to create a more sculpted and contoured appearance.

Increased Self-Confidence: Many people report feeling more confident and self-assured after undergoing fat removal surgery.

Improved Health: In some cases, fat removal surgery can help to improve health by reducing the risk of certain health conditions.

Breast Augmentation in Hyderabad

Breast augmentation is a surgical procedure that involves enlarging the breasts. It is a popular choice for women who are unhappy with the size or shape of their breasts. Breast augmentation in Hyderabad is performed by skilled plastic surgeons using a variety of techniques and implants.

Types of Breast Augmentation

There are several types of breast augmentation in Hyderabad, including:

Silicone Implants: These are the most common type of implant used for breast augmentation.

Saline Implants: These implants are filled with saline solution.

Fat Grafting: This involves transferring fat from another part of the body to the breasts.

Benefits of Breast Augmentation

Breast augmentation can offer several benefits, including:

Improved Body Image: Breast augmentation can help women to feel more confident and comfortable with their bodies.

Increased Self-Esteem: Many women report experiencing a boost in self-esteem after undergoing breast augmentation.

Improved Quality of Life: Breast augmentation can help to improve overall quality of life by reducing feelings of self-consciousness and embarrassment.

Why Choose Hyderabad for Cosmetic Surgery?

Hyderabad is an excellent choice for cosmetic surgery for several reasons:

Skilled Surgeons: Hyderabad is home to many highly skilled plastic surgeons with years of experience.

Affordable Costs: Cosmetic surgery in Hyderabad is generally more affordable than in other countries.

State-of-the-Art Facilities: Hyderabad has many state-of-the-art hospitals and clinics that offer the latest in cosmetic surgery technology.

Cultural Sensitivity: Hyderabad is a culturally diverse city, and its healthcare providers are experienced in catering to the needs of patients from all backgrounds.

Conclusion

Liposuction in Hyderabad, fat removal surgery in Hyderabad, and breast augmentation in Hyderabad are popular cosmetic surgeries that can help individuals to achieve their desired body goals. Hyderabad is an excellent choice for these procedures, thanks to its skilled surgeons, affordable costs, and state-of-the-art facilities. If you are considering any of these procedures, be sure to do your research and choose a reputable surgeon in Hyderabad.

[brettbeber]

Why Dr. Brett Beber is Recognized as the Best Plastic Surgeon in Toronto

Choosing the right plastic surgeon is a critical decision for anyone considering cosmetic surgery. In a city as vibrant and diverse as Toronto, finding a surgeon who combines expertise, experience, and patient-centered care is essential. Among the many skilled professionals in the field, Dr. Brett Beber stands out as a leading figure in the realm of plastic surgery. Widely recognized as the best plastic surgeon Toronto has to offer, Dr. Beber’s reputation is built on years of successful outcomes, patient trust, and an unwavering commitment to excellence.

A Deep Dive into Dr. Brett Beber’s Credentials

When it comes to selecting a plastic surgeon, credentials matter. Dr. Brett Beber is a board-certified plastic surgeon with over 18 years of experience practicing in Toronto. He has completed rigorous training and continues to stay at the forefront of advancements in the field. His education and credentials reflect his dedication to providing the highest standard of care to his patients.

Dr. Beber is a member of several prestigious medical organizations, including the Canadian Society of Plastic Surgeons and the American Society of Plastic Surgeons. These affiliations underscore his commitment to maintaining the highest ethical standards and ensuring that his patients receive the most current and effective treatments available.

Experience That Counts

Experience is a key factor when evaluating the best cosmetic surgeon Toronto residents can trust. With nearly two decades of hands-on experience, Dr. Brett Beber has successfully performed thousands of surgeries, ranging from routine cosmetic procedures to complex reconstructive surgeries. His extensive experience means that patients can feel confident in his ability to deliver exceptional results.

Whether you are considering a breast augmentation, a tummy tuck, or a facial rejuvenation procedure, Dr. Beber’s extensive experience ensures that each surgery is tailored to meet the unique needs and goals of the patient. His expertise is not limited to one area; he is proficient in a wide range of procedures, making him a versatile and highly sought-after surgeon in Toronto.

A Patient-Centered Approach

What truly sets Dr. Brett Beber apart from other surgeons is his patient-centered approach. He understands that every patient is unique, with their own concerns, goals, and expectations. From the initial consultation to post-operative care, Dr. Beber and his team are committed to providing a supportive and informative experience.

At his Toronto plastic surgery clinic, patients are treated with the utmost respect and care. Dr. Beber takes the time to listen to his patients, ensuring that they are fully informed and comfortable with their decisions. He believes that open communication is key to achieving the best possible outcomes, and he is dedicated to guiding his patients through every step of the process.

Success Stories That Speak Volumes

One of the most compelling reasons why Dr. Brett Beber is recognized as the best plastic surgeon Toronto can boast is the overwhelming number of positive patient testimonials and success stories. Patients consistently praise his attention to detail, his compassionate bedside manner, and the transformative results he delivers.

Whether it’s a patient who has undergone a breast augmentation to enhance their body confidence or someone who has chosen Dr. Beber for a tummy tuck to reclaim their post-pregnancy body, the results speak for themselves. Many of Dr. Beber’s patients return for additional procedures, confident in his ability to achieve their desired outcomes.

Advanced Techniques and Cutting-Edge Technology

In the ever-evolving field of plastic surgery, staying updated with the latest techniques and technology is crucial. Dr. Brett Beber is committed to continuous learning and professional development, ensuring that he can offer his patients the most advanced and effective treatments available.

At his Toronto cosmetic clinic, Dr. Beber utilizes state-of-the-art technology to enhance the precision and safety of his procedures. Whether it’s the use of advanced imaging techniques for pre-surgical planning or minimally invasive methods that reduce recovery time, Dr. Beber is always at the cutting edge of his field.

This commitment to innovation is another reason why he is consistently ranked among the best cosmetic surgeons in Toronto. Patients can trust that they are receiving the highest standard of care with the most up-to-date techniques.

A Comprehensive Range of Services

Dr. Brett Beber offers a wide range of surgical and non-surgical procedures to meet the diverse needs of his patients. His expertise covers various areas, including breast surgery, body contouring, facial rejuvenation, and more. Some of the most popular procedures offered at his Toronto plastic surgery clinic include:

Breast Augmentation: Enhancing the size and shape of the breasts using implants or fat transfer.

Tummy Tuck: Removing excess skin and fat from the abdomen to create a flatter, more toned appearance.

Facelift: Rejuvenating the face by lifting and tightening sagging skin for a more youthful look.

Liposuction: Sculpting the body by removing stubborn fat deposits.

Non-Surgical Treatments: Including dermal fillers, Botox, and PRP skin treatments to address various aesthetic concerns without surgery.

Each procedure is customized to meet the individual goals of the patient, ensuring natural-looking and harmonious results.

Why Trust Dr. Brett Beber with Your Cosmetic Goals?

When it comes to choosing the best plastic surgeon Toronto has to offer, trust is paramount. Patients trust Dr. Brett Beber not only because of his credentials and experience but also because of his unwavering dedication to patient safety and satisfaction.

Dr. Beber’s commitment to ethical practice, combined with his extensive expertise, makes him the top choice for anyone seeking cosmetic surgery in Toronto. His focus on achieving natural, beautiful results while prioritizing patient well-being ensures that every patient feels confident and cared for throughout their journey.

Transform Your Life with Toronto’s Best Cosmetic Surgeon

Are you considering cosmetic surgery to enhance your appearance and boost your confidence? Look no further than Dr. Brett Beber, the best plastic surgeon in Toronto. With a proven track record of success, advanced techniques, and a patient-first approach, Dr. Beber is the ideal choice for anyone seeking top-quality care and exceptional results.

Take the first step towards achieving your cosmetic goals by scheduling a consultation with Dr. Brett Beber today. Discover why so many patients in Toronto trust him as their go-to cosmetic surgeon. Your transformation starts here.

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How Plastic Surgery Helps Boost Your Inner Confidence

In today's world, the importance of self-confidence cannot be overstated. Confidence affects every aspect of our lives, from personal relationships to professional success. While inner confidence often stems from within, how we perceive ourselves on the outside can significantly influence our self-esteem. For many, plastic surgery has become a powerful tool to align their outer appearance with their inner self, leading to a more confident and fulfilled life.

Understanding the Impact of Appearance on Confidence

Our physical appearance plays a crucial role in how we perceive ourselves and how others perceive us. When we feel good about how we look, it can positively impact our mental and emotional well-being. Conversely, when we're unhappy with certain aspects of our appearance, it can lead to feelings of inadequacy, self-doubt, and even social withdrawal.

This is where plastic surgery comes into play. Plastic surgery in Indore and across the globe offers individuals the opportunity to enhance or restore their appearance, addressing features that may have been a source of insecurity for years. Whether it's correcting a physical imperfection or rejuvenating an aging appearance, plastic surgery can provide a fresh start, allowing individuals to embrace life with renewed confidence.

The Psychological Benefits of Plastic Surgery

Numerous studies have shown that plastic surgery can lead to significant improvements in self-esteem and overall quality of life. Patients who undergo procedures such as rhinoplasty, breast augmentation, or facelift often report feeling more confident, attractive, and comfortable in social situations. This boost in self-confidence can open doors to new opportunities and help individuals achieve their personal and professional goals.

One of the key reasons plastic surgery can be so transformative is that it allows individuals to take control of their appearance. For those who have struggled with self-image issues for years, the ability to make a positive change can be incredibly empowering. It enables them to present the best version of themselves to the world, free from the burden of past insecurities.

Plastic Surgery in Indore: A Path to a More Confident You

In Indore, plastic surgery has become increasingly accessible, with top surgeons offering a wide range of procedures designed to enhance both appearance and confidence. Whether you're looking to address a specific concern or achieve a more youthful look, the options available in Indore can help you achieve your desired results.

From minimally invasive treatments to more extensive surgeries, plastic surgery in Indore is performed by highly skilled professionals who prioritize patient safety and satisfaction. The emphasis is not just on physical transformation, but also on ensuring that patients feel supported and understood throughout their journey.

Common Plastic Surgery Procedures that Boost Confidence

Rhinoplasty (Nose Reshaping): A well-proportioned nose can dramatically improve facial harmony and boost confidence.

Breast Augmentation: Enhancing breast size and shape can help individuals feel more feminine and self-assured.

Facelift: Rejuvenating the face by reducing wrinkles and sagging skin can restore a youthful appearance and confidence.

Liposuction: Removing stubborn fat deposits can help individuals achieve a more toned and contoured body, leading to improved self-esteem.

Tummy Tuck: Flattening the abdomen can make a significant difference in how individuals feel about their bodies, especially after weight loss or pregnancy.

Embracing Your True Self

Ultimately, the decision to undergo plastic surgery is a personal one, and it's important to choose a procedure that aligns with your goals and desires. When done for the right reasons and with realistic expectations, plastic surgery can be a powerful tool for boosting inner confidence.

If you're considering plastic surgery in Indore, it's essential to consult with a qualified and experienced surgeon who can guide you through the process and help you achieve the results you're looking for. With the right approach, plastic surgery can be a life-changing experience, allowing you to embrace your true self with confidence and pride.

Conclusion

Plastic surgery offers more than just physical changes; it provides the opportunity for emotional and psychological growth. By enhancing your appearance, you can boost your inner confidence and unlock your full potential. In Indore, skilled plastic surgeons are ready to help you on this journey, ensuring that you not only look your best but also feel your best. Take the first step towards a more confident you and explore the possibilities that plastic surgery in Indore can offer.

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The Essential Guide to Plastic Surgery: What You Need to KnowTop of Form

Introduction

Plastic surgery has evolved into a diverse field that encompasses a wide range of procedures, from cosmetic enhancements to reconstructive surgeries. Whether you're considering plastic surgery for aesthetic reasons or to correct a medical issue, it's essential to be well-informed about the options, risks, and benefits. This guide provides an overview of everything you need to know about plastic surgery.

Types of Plastic Surgery

Plastic surgery is broadly categorized into two main types: cosmetic surgery and reconstructive surgery.

Cosmetic Surgery Cosmetic surgery is performed to enhance or improve the appearance of a particular part of the body. Common procedures include:

Facelift: A facelift tightens the skin on the face and neck, reducing the appearance of wrinkles and sagging.

Rhinoplasty: Also known as a nose job, rhinoplasty reshapes the nose for aesthetic or functional reasons.

Breast Augmentation: This procedure involves the use of implants to increase the size and improve the shape of the breasts.

Liposuction: Liposuction removes excess fat from specific areas of the body, such as the abdomen, thighs, or arms.

Tummy Tuck: Also known as abdominoplasty, a tummy tuck removes excess skin and fat from the abdomen, and tightens the abdominal muscles.

Reconstructive Surgery Reconstructive surgery is performed to restore function and appearance following trauma, disease, or congenital defects. Common procedures include:

Breast Reconstruction: Often performed after a mastectomy, breast reconstruction restores the shape of the breast.

Cleft Lip and Palate Surgery: This procedure corrects a congenital deformity, improving the function and appearance of the lips and mouth.

Burn Reconstruction: For patients who have suffered severe burns, reconstructive surgery helps restore function and appearance to affected areas.

Scar Revision: Scar revision surgery improves the appearance of scars caused by injury or previous surgeries.

Choosing the Right Surgeon

Selecting a qualified and experienced plastic surgeon is critical to achieving the desired results and minimizing risks. Here are some tips for choosing the right surgeon:

Board Certification: Ensure the surgeon is board-certified by a recognized plastic surgery board, such as the American Board of Plastic Surgery.

Experience: Look for a surgeon with extensive experience in the specific procedure you're considering.

Before-and-After Photos: Reviewing before-and-after photos of previous patients can give you an idea of the surgeon’s skill and the results you can expect.

Patient Reviews: Reading patient reviews and testimonials can provide insight into the surgeon’s reputation and patient satisfaction.

Recovery and Aftercare

Recovery from plastic surgery varies depending on the procedure. Some general tips for a smooth recovery include:

Follow Post-Operative Instructions: Adhering to your surgeon’s post-operative care instructions is crucial for a successful recovery.

Manage Pain: Pain management is often a key part of recovery, and your surgeon may prescribe pain medication to help.

Monitor for Complications: Keep an eye on your surgical site for signs of infection, such as redness, swelling, or discharge, and report any concerns to your surgeon immediately.

Be Patient: Full recovery can take time, and the final results of your surgery may not be visible for several months.

Conclusion

Plastic surgery offers a wide range of possibilities for those looking to enhance their appearance or address medical issues. By understanding the different types of procedures, choosing a qualified surgeon, and being aware of the risks and recovery process, you can make informed decisions about your plastic surgery journey. Always consult with a board-certified plastic surgeon to discuss your goals and determine the best approach for your needs.

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5 Reasons to Consider Tummy Tuck Surgery in Summers

Summer is the season of sunshine, swimsuits, and showing off a little more skin. For many people, this time of year brings a desire to feel confident and comfortable in their bodies. If you've been thinking about improving your midsection and achieving a flatter, toned tummy, summer might be the perfect time to consider a tummy tuck surgery. Let's explore five compelling reasons why summers are an ideal season for this transformative procedure.

Recovery in Comfort

One of the significant advantages of undergoing a tummy tuck surgery in summers is the opportunity for a more comfortable and relaxed recovery. With longer days and warmer temperatures, you can take advantage of wearing loose and comfortable clothing that won't irritate the surgical area.

The heat of summer can also be soothing and help reduce swelling and inflammation post-surgery. Plus, you'll have more time to rest and recover without the pressures of work or school, allowing your body to heal properly and achieve optimal results from tummy tucking treatment.

Ready for the Beach Season

Summer is synonymous with beach days, pool parties, and vacations. If you've been self-conscious about your belly fat and dreaming of flaunting a toned midsection in your favorite swimsuit, a tummy tuck surgery can help you achieve that confidence-boosting transformation.

By undergoing the belly fat removal surgery before summer, you'll be ready to hit the beach with renewed confidence and enjoy all your summer activities without feeling self-conscious about your appearance.

Easier Planning and Scheduling

Summer often offers more flexibility in terms of scheduling and planning for the tummy tuck surgery. Many people find it easier to take time off from work or rearrange their schedules during the summer months, making it convenient to undergo the procedure and allow for proper recovery.

Additionally, with more availability for appointments and consultations, you can consult with top-rated surgeons specializing in Tummy Tuck Treatment in Delhi NCR, India, and choose the best time that suits your needs and preferences.

Cost-Effective Option

Considering the Tummy Tuck Surgery Cost is an essential factor for many individuals. Summer can be a cost-effective time to undergo a tummy tuck surgery, as some clinics and surgeons may offer special discounts or promotions during this season.

By taking advantage of these summer deals and offers, you can save on the overall cost of the procedure and achieve your desired results without breaking the bank. However, it's essential to research and choose a reputable and experienced surgeon who offers high-quality tummy tucking treatment at competitive prices.

Motivation to Maintain Results

Undergoing a tummy tuck surgery is a significant investment in yourself, both emotionally and financially. Summer's active and vibrant atmosphere can serve as a motivational boost to maintain the results of your tummy tucking treatment.

With plenty of outdoor activities, healthy food options, and opportunities to stay active, you'll be inspired to continue leading a healthy lifestyle and preserving the beautiful results of your surgery. Whether it's taking regular walks, practicing yoga on the beach, or enjoying summer fruits and veggies, embracing a healthy lifestyle can help you maintain a toned and sculpted midsection long after your tummy tuck surgery.

Conclusion

Summer is a fantastic time to consider tummy tuck surgery for a variety of reasons. From comfortable recovery and beach-ready results to easier planning and cost-effective options, summer offers numerous benefits for undergoing this transformative procedure.

If you're ready to say goodbye to stubborn belly fat and hello to a flatter, toned tummy, now is the perfect time to explore your options and consult with experienced surgeons specializing in Tummy Tuck Treatment in Delhi NCR, India.

Remember, undergoing atummy tuck surgery is a personal decision, and it's essential to do thorough research, set realistic expectations, and choose a qualified and reputable surgeon to ensure a safe and successful outcome.

So, embrace the summer season with confidence, feel comfortable in your skin, and enjoy all the fun and sun that this beautiful season has to offer! Book your appointment today at Clinic Dermatech!

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Discover Excellence in Aesthetic Transformation with the Leading Plastic Surgeon in Navi Mumbai: Dr. Sanket Ekhande

In today's world, where aesthetics and self-confidence go hand in hand, finding the right plastic surgeon is paramount. Navi Mumbai, a bustling city known for its vibrant lifestyle, has become a hub for top-tier medical professionals. Among them, Dr. Sanket Ekhande stands out as the premier Plastic Surgeon in Navi Mumbai, offering unparalleled expertise and a compassionate approach to aesthetic and reconstructive surgery.

Why Choose Dr. Sanket Ekhande?

Dr. Sanket Ekhande is renowned for his meticulous attention to detail and dedication to patient satisfaction. With extensive training and experience in plastic and reconstructive surgery, he has successfully transformed countless lives. Whether you're looking for a subtle enhancement or a complete transformation, Dr. Ekhande's skillset ensures that each procedure is tailored to meet your unique needs.

Comprehensive Range of Services

As a leading Plastic Surgeon in Navi Mumbai, Dr. Sanket Ekhande offers a wide array of services designed to enhance both form and function. His clinic provides state-of-the-art facilities and a supportive environment, ensuring that every patient feels comfortable and cared for.

Cosmetic Surgery

Dr. Ekhande specializes in various cosmetic procedures, including:

Rhinoplasty: Sculpting the nose to improve facial harmony.

Facelift: Rejuvenating the face by reducing wrinkles and sagging.

Breast Augmentation: Enhancing breast size and shape with implants.

Liposuction: Contouring the body by removing excess fat deposits.

Tummy Tuck: Tightening the abdominal muscles and removing excess skin for a flatter stomach.

Reconstructive Surgery

Reconstructive procedures are crucial for patients who have experienced trauma, congenital anomalies, or disease. Dr. Ekhande excels in:

Breast Reconstruction: Restoring the breast's appearance post-mastectomy.

Hand Surgery: Addressing injuries and congenital defects to improve functionality.

Scar Revision: Minimizing the appearance of scars from accidents or surgeries.

Patient-Centric Approach

One of the key reasons Dr. Ekhande is the preferred Plastic Surgeon in Navi Mumbai is his patient-centric approach. He believes in building strong relationships with his patients, understanding their goals, and providing comprehensive consultations. This ensures that each patient is fully informed and confident in their decision to undergo surgery.

Advanced Techniques and Technology

Staying at the forefront of medical advancements, Dr. Ekhande incorporates the latest techniques and technologies into his practice. This commitment to innovation allows him to deliver exceptional results with minimal downtime and discomfort for his patients.

Testimonials and Success Stories

The success of a plastic surgeon is best reflected in the satisfaction of their patients. Dr. Sanket Ekhande boasts numerous positive testimonials from individuals who have undergone life-changing transformations. These success stories highlight his expertise, compassion, and the profound impact of his work.

Convenient Location and State-of-the-Art Clinic

Located in the heart of Navi Mumbai, Dr. Ekhande's clinic is easily accessible and equipped with the latest medical technology. The modern facilities and serene environment provide an ideal setting for consultations and surgeries, ensuring a seamless experience for every patient.

Conclusion

Choosing the right plastic surgeon is a crucial step towards achieving your aesthetic goals. Dr. Sanket Ekhande, the leading Plastic Surgeon in Navi Mumbai, combines skill, compassion, and innovation to provide outstanding results. Whether you're considering cosmetic or reconstructive surgery, you can trust Dr. Ekhande to guide you through your journey with expertise and care.

FAQs

1. What should I expect during my initial consultation with Dr. Sanket Ekhande? During your initial consultation, Dr. Ekhande will discuss your goals, assess your medical history, and explain the available procedures. He will also answer any questions you may have to ensure you feel comfortable and informed.

2. How long is the recovery period after plastic surgery? The recovery period varies depending on the type of surgery. Dr. Ekhande will provide detailed post-operative instructions and closely monitor your progress to ensure a smooth recovery.

3. Are the results of plastic surgery permanent? While plastic surgery can provide long-lasting results, factors such as aging and lifestyle choices can affect the longevity of the outcomes. Dr. Ekhande will provide guidance on maintaining your results.

4. Is plastic surgery safe? Yes, plastic surgery is generally safe when performed by a qualified and experienced surgeon like Dr. Ekhande. He follows strict safety protocols and ensures each patient is a suitable candidate for surgery.

5. How can I schedule a consultation with Dr. Sanket Ekhande? You can schedule a consultation by visiting Dr. Ekhande's website or contacting his clinic directly. The friendly staff will assist you in booking an appointment at your convenience.

Take the First Step Towards Your Transformation Today!

Ready to enhance your confidence and achieve your aesthetic goals? Book your consultation with Dr. Sanket Ekhande, the leading Plastic Surgeon in Navi Mumbai. Call us at +91 8097240195 / 022 4013 8154 or click the links below to schedule your appointment and get directions to our clinic.

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