#Led teeth whitening

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In LED teeth whitening, a whitening gel is applied to the teeth, and then the teeth are exposed to a particular wavelength of light generated by an LED device. The gel is activated by the light and then penetrates the tooth enamel to eliminate stains and discoloration.

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Is LED Teeth Whitening Effective?

Our teeth are the most beautiful accessories we have. They define our personality. Teeth make our smiles perfect. They impart a perfect shape to our faces. Hence, having clean and healthy teeth becomes an integral part of our personality. But the truth needs to be told, no matter how much we try. Our teeth lose their color and shine as we age or due to other factors. And start looking dull due to the formation of yellow quoting on them. Hence taking care of our teeth and protecting their natural shine is important. There are various cosmetic, medical, and natural supplements available that claim to help you get rid of the plaque but not every process yields resources, some show no results while others further deteriorate your teeth. But that does not mean you should not opt for any of these methods. There are various processes that yield good results. And today we are going to review for you Is LED Teeth whitening effective. And are the claims true that it provides you with Ultra Teeth whitening true? Let's see.

1)  Cost-Effective     

All of us are eager to reach that goal of white shining teeth. Hence we trust any products that claim to have ultra teeth whitening properties. These products are costly and are loaded with chemicals that destroy the strength of our teeth. Hence if you want to save some bucks and want to protect your teeth. The best way to do so is to use LED TEETH WHITENING. This is your perfect whitening companion and can be used anywhere and everywhere in the comfort of your home. 

Apart from cosmetic creams, visiting a dentist is an effective alternative if you want to have white teeth but it costs much more than LED. In addition, the process of visiting a dentist is cumbersome. Hence we may conclude when it comes to cost-effective treatment nothing can beat laser teeth whitening.

2)  Saves Time

Teeth whitening with laser is extremely effective and one attribute of this effectiveness is its convenience. The teeth whitening done by laser is easy and can be done within minutes. And yields the same results as they would have if you had visited a dentist and done some expensive teeth whitening procedure. You can do these Red light teeth whitening in the comfort of your home as per your schedule and in a lot less time and money. Before you commence this process you need a little bit of guidance and after that, you are good to go whenever you want.

3)  Long-lasting Results

One of the main advantages of Led teeth whitening is its effectiveness in sustaining the shine of the teeth. Once you do this process you will notice that your teeth won't return to their original shabby color for a long period of time.

4)  Healthy Teeth

Plaque is the powerhouse of bacteria and the stains on our teeth due to the plaque look ugly and make us appear like a person who is less hygienic. Despite the fact we may brush our teeth daily these stains do remain there. But LED teeth whitening is effective here as well. It helps your teeth shine and makes them stainless and beautiful.

Conclusion 

Hence from the above discussion, we may conclude that teeth whitening through LED are effective as it saves a lot of time, not only time it's cost-efficient, and yields maximum results. So for us, this is a process worth trying in addition to this. Laser teeth whitening does not need any appointments. Hence it's an Effective process for teeth whitening. That you can try.

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Lighten Your Smile: The Power of Real White LED Teeth Whitener

Natural Teeth whitener

Strange "Mouth Detox"Makes You Appear 10 Years Younger...— Whitens Teeth Up To 6 Shades In Less Than 16 Minutes...

Introduction

A dazzling smile has the power to boost confidence and leave a lasting impression. That's why finding an effective teeth whitening solution is essential for many individuals. In this article, we will explore the revolutionary Real White LED Teeth Whitener by Primal Life Organics. This breakthrough product has been recognized as one of the "Top 8 Best Teeth Whitening Solutions for 2023" by Medical Daily, and for good reason. Let's delve into what makes Real White LED Teeth Whitener a game-changer in the world of oral care.

How LED Tooth Whitening Works

The demand for effective tooth-whitening methods is on the rise. There are many common causes of tooth stains, including:

foods like tea, coffee, wine, or dark berries;

medications or health conditions;

past infection or trauma to the tooth; and

natural aging.‌

No matter what the cause of tooth staining, many people are eager to find a tooth-whitening method that works. LED tooth whitening is a popular, noninvasive option.‌

LED tooth whitening builds on the more traditional tooth-whitening method whereby a bleaching agent such as hydrogen peroxide or carbamide peroxide is used. First, the bleaching agent is applied to your teeth, and an LED light, laser, or halo light is then directed at your teeth. LED lights speed up the tooth-bleaching process by helping the peroxide to break down faster, forming free radicals that whiten the teeth. 

The Primal Life Organics Difference

At Primal Life Organics, we believe in harnessing the power of nature to create effective oral care solutions. Our commitment to natural ingredients sets us apart from traditional teeth-whitening products. Unlike many teeth whitening solutions that contain peroxide, harsh chemicals, and artificial flavors, Real White LED Teeth Whitener is formulated without these damaging ingredients. We prioritize your oral health and the environment.

Gentle and Effective Whitening

What truly sets the Real White LED Teeth Whitening System apart is its ability to deliver outstanding results while remaining gentle on your teeth and gums. We understand that sensitivity is a common concern when it comes to teeth whitening. That's why our formula is meticulously designed to address this issue. With Real White LED Teeth Whitener, you don't have to compromise between a brighter smile and comfort.

The Science Behind Real White LED Teeth Whitener

The Real White LED Teeth Whitening System features a unique formula that combines several powerful ingredients to enhance the whiteness of your teeth and strengthen them at the same time. Let's take a closer look at these key components:

1. Hydroxyapatite (HAp)

Hydroxyapatite, a naturally occurring mineral in our teeth, plays a vital role in maintaining their health and strength. By incorporating hydroxyapatite into our formula, Real White LED Teeth Whitener helps remineralize and strengthen your teeth, resulting in a brighter and healthier smile.

2. Phthalimidoperoxycaproic acid (PAP)

PAP is a safe and effective whitening agent that works by breaking down the molecules responsible for tooth discoloration. Unlike traditional peroxide-based whitening solutions, PAP in Real White LED Teeth Whitener provides excellent results without causing sensitivity or enamel damage.

3. White Activated Charcoal

Activated charcoal has been used for centuries as a natural teeth whitening remedy. Real White LED Teeth Whitener harnesses the power of white activated charcoal to gently lift and remove surface stains, revealing a whiter and brighter smile.

4. Clay

Clay has natural detoxifying properties that help draw out impurities and toxins from your teeth. By incorporating clay into our formula, Real White LED Teeth Whitener ensures a thorough clean while promoting a healthier oral environment.

5. Olive Oil Infused with Essential Oils

Olive oil infused with essential oils provides additional oral health benefits. These oils have antimicrobial properties that help combat bacteria and promote overall gum health. Additionally, they contribute to a refreshing taste and aroma.

How to Use Real White LED Teeth Whitener

Using Real White LED Teeth Whitener is simple and convenient. Follow these steps to achieve a brighter smile:

Start with a clean toothbrush and apply a small amount of Real White LED Teeth Whitener to the bristles.

Gently brush your teeth in a circular motion for 2-3 minutes.

Rinse your mouth thoroughly with water.

For optimal results, use Real White LED Teeth Whitener twice a day.

Customer Testimonials

Don't just take our word for it. Here's what some of our satisfied customers have to say about Real White LED Teeth Whitener:

"I've tried numerous teeth whitening products in the past, but Real White LED Teeth Whitener is by far the best. Not only did it noticeably whiten my teeth, but it also made them feel stronger and healthier. I highly recommend it!" - Sarah W.

"As someone with sensitive teeth, I was hesitant to try another teeth whitening product. However, Real White LED Teeth Whitener exceeded my expectations. It delivered fantastic results without causing any discomfort. I'm thrilled with my brighter smile!" - Mark T.

Conclusion

If you're looking for a teeth whitening solution that is gentle, effective, and free from harmful chemicals, look no further than Real White LED Teeth Whitener by Primal Life Organics. This innovative product harnesses the power of natural ingredients to deliver outstanding results while keeping your oral health a top priority. Experience the difference and lighten your smile with Real White LED Teeth Whitener today.

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if you want to improve your teeth quality without doing any treatment:

Teeth cleaning LED kits are becoming increasingly popular as people seek to improve the appearance and health of their teeth. These kits use LED light technology to help remove surface stains from teeth and promote a brighter, healthier smile. In this article, we will discuss how teeth cleaning LED kits work, the benefits of using them, and some of the best teeth cleaning LED kits on the market:

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𝑴𝒚 𝑨𝒕-𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆

as much as i love the results of going to salons and spas for services, there really is nothing like knowing how to do everything to make yourself look your best. i prefer to do all my beautification myself. i fidget in salon chairs, i hate having to stay quiet in waiting rooms and a salon full of people will always make me anxious. i just prefer to set a day out with the house to myself, no work/no school, turn on my fav playlist on my jbl speaker and immerse myself into my pretty girl routine. in this post ill be outlining my 4-year-old at home routine for maintaining my look, xoxo! 💓🍰

daily ❤︎︎

scalp massages (3-5 min)

guasha (15 min)

coconut pulling (3-5 min)

dry brushing pre-shower (10 min)

detangle (15 min) when natural

makeup routine (30-60 min）

silk wrap (5 min) nightly when straightened

weekly ❤︎︎

face mask (2-3x/week) (15 min)

sugar scrubbing (3x/week) in shower

dermaplane (5 min)

LED teeth whitening (30 min)

moisture / protein treatment (20 min) (when natural)

foot soak (epsom salt + jojoba oil) (30 min)

monthly ❤︎︎

mani + gel extensions (removal + new set) (2-3 hrs)

pedicure (1 hour)

honey + oat facial/aztec clay facial + extractions
(20 min)

silk press + refresh bangs (2 hours) (trim/3 months)

individual lash extensions (2x/month) (25 min)

wax brows + lip（20 min）

nair + IPL Treatment (1 hour)

vajacial (20 min)

i keep track of my routines in my beauty binder that i’ve decorated with cute prints and stickers just to keep myself accountable. + of course, life happens and i definitely have slacked in keeping up with this routine, it’s fine. don’t let that get you down when making yours 💗🗒️💕

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— toothache ❄️

♫ All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth ♫

kinkmas day 1

Fem!reader. mdni. 2.9kw. in which doctor bangchan fills your cavities and the entirety of your mouth.

It hurt like hell.

Exposed to the cold early morning air of the winter, your teeth ache in your mouth. The pain was so aggravating that it had you zooming through the icy roads, trying to get to the dentist as soon as possible.

You had a cavity.

It was obvious, but it still caught you off guard. You genuinely always took good care of your teeth. You brushed, flossed, washed, and even went the extra mile to buy that expensive LED teeth whitening thing from TikTok.

Your hygiene was top tier.

but you’re still pulling into the parking lot of diamond dental with your hand glued to the side of your face.

“Seungmin, I’m freaking the fuck out.” You mumbled into the phone as you hop out of your Nissan, locking it multiple times because you're that kind of person.

The type to worry over little things like a stolen car and dying in a dentist chair.

“It’s not that bad, y/n. You won’t even feel anything.” Your coworker, most importantly your best friend, tells you from the other end.

“You’re acting like you’ve never been to the dentist before.”

He’s right, you have been there— but just to get your teeth brushed a couple times and handed a sticker right after. Not, to be stabbed in the mouth with a needle.

“It’s just been a while and you know how I feel about people’s hands in my mouth.”

“I don’t like the way you worded that.” He faked gagged, “anyways, call me when you’re done, Kay?”

“Kay.” you replied, slightly disappointed as he hung up the phone. Leaving you to walk the path of shame into the dentist office alone.

-

After filling out an extensive amount of paperwork, anxiously shaking your leg for an hour, and losing a mean game of virtual uno— your name was finally called.

You were led to the back by a small lady whose steps were short but impactful. She was so fast, you couldn’t tell if you were a patient or a Maury cameraman.

“Go on in,” she gestured towards the basic oral operation room. You take a seat, awkwardly deciding to put your hands on your stomach.

fuck you’re scared shitless, and the woman seems to notice your discomfort as she tries to distract you with a small conversation. But your eyes are still trained on whatever the fuck she’s putting together.

You inadvertently move away as she holds a silicone piece to your lips, “open as wide as you can,” she instructed.

Gosh, this was embarrassing. You were almost considering letting your teeth rot. But no, that’s gross.

Once the what-ever-it’s-called is placed in your mouth, she brings over another contraption. You assume it’s just a glorified camera, which was correct.

after a few pictures of your teeth, which kinda hurt btw, the woman inspected the photo. “Looks like you have a cavity on one of your molars. Other than that, you take pretty good care of your teeth.”

Pretty good? You felt like your efforts deserved higher praise but whatever. She goes on to tell you what needs to be done and how long it will take.

You grimace at the details.

“The doctor will be with you shortly.” She told before promptly leaving.

And now you’re left in complete silence. Well, not exactly silence. There was some music playing in the back, falling in melody with the constant sound of mechanical wiring from people in the rooms over— probably getting the same procedure. It sounded like someone was dying in there, seriously.

Anxiety filled you to the brim as you considered darting out that room right that second.

But just as you’re about to swing yourself out of your seat, there’s a voice that enters the room.

“Hello, ms.y/n . I’m dr.bang, I’ll be taking care of you for the day.” The doctor says as he steps in-front of you and suddenly you don’t want to move from that seat anytime soon.

He’s an undeniable hottie, even in those generic dentist scrubs that everyone in the faculty sported. For some reason, he just sparkled in them. Maybe it was because of the bulging muscles and his tan skin— whatever it was, your mouth was watering.

“Hello,” you said rather dryly, still locked on the vain that ran down his toned arm.

The doctor gives you a smile, a bright one too, and pulls a seat next to yours. “I hear you have a cavity. Mind if i have a look?” He asks as if you really have a choice. like he’s not already lowering the back of your chair so he can get a good look at your pearly whites.

He goes in with a tiny mirror, holding your chin with his free hand as he inspects the cavity. “You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, hmm?” he asked, thumb gliding over your bottom lip.“suckers, perhaps?”

Damn, he called you out.

Now this may sound a little weird, but you’ve always had quite the addiction to lollipops — suckers, the tootsie pop ones specifically. it’s even gotten to the point where you have a jar of them waiting at home on your nightstand.

And it’s not even the flavor of candy itself, you just…like putting things in your mouth?

Moving on !

Dr.bang finally moves back, releasing your jaw that was just starting to hurt. “It's only a small cavity. just need to fill it in for ya and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Honestly, with a face like his, he could play in your hair for as long as he wanted to. Give it a few tugs while he’s at it.

“Okay, but um..” you gulp a bit, toying with the end of your jacket. “Are you gonna give me a shot? My mouth is a bit sensitive, and I was wondering if there were any other alternatives.”

The doctor chuckled softly hearing your concerns. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard something like this.

“Unfortunately, the numbing gel that we use wouldn’t be as effective for this procedure.” He said before placing his hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner. “But I promise it’ll only hurt for a second. I’m sure you can take it, yeah?”

take what? him ? Or the damn needle?

You have no clue, but if he’s gonna talk to you like that, you feel like you could break through a wall if you put your mind to it.

The dirty thoughts don’t get any better throughout the rest of your time in that damn chair either. Dr.bang had quite the mouth on him.

“Open up for me” “atta girl.” “That’s it, just a bit more”, he would say this while fingers were damn there down your throat.

A bit of an overstatement, he’s drilling your teeth, but you wish was drilling his dick—

“All done.”

The back of your chair is lifted up and you try not to let your body slump over. You’ve been lying in that spot for about an hour and a half, teeth being tickled, and eyes being blinded by the dingy light above your head.

And yet, you don’t want to go home.

“Does everything feel okay, ms.y/n? Nothing bothering you?” he asks, removing his glasses and placing them in his —soft— hair.

You shake your head, “nope, just can’t feel my tongue.” You say, poking the side of your face, testing how much force it will take for you to actually start feeling it.

The doctor laughs at your comment, dimples on full display. “The numbness should wear off in a hour or so. Just try not to eat, don’t want you biting your tongue off.”

“Has that actually happened?” You asked, wide eyed and Mr.bang only laughed again.

“On occasion.” He told, “But you’re a smart girl, so I know you won’t disobey doctors orders.”

Does he get paid to talk like that? Or is he just written by a woman with daddy issues?

Both probably.

“Speaking of doctor orders, try to lay off the sugar, yeah? I’m sure you don’t want to see too much of me after today.”

—

“That was obviously an opening for you to flirt with him.” Seungmin scoffs as he closes the register.

You’re at your job, a small candy parlor called sweethearts, talking to your dear coworker about what transpired earlier that day. You didn’t spare him from the dirty laundry that harvested in your mind while you were getting the fill in. Seungmin doesn’t care tho, he’s not judgmental.

That, and you’re his only source of entertainment as the slow part of your shift comes around.

“Flirt? With the dentist? Isn’t there like a rule against that?” You asked, shifting the cherry flavored sucker in your mouth over to the other side of your cheek.

“For him, yeah” Seungmin shrugged, “but I doubt that anyone actually cares nowadays.”

“He’s probably in a relationship.” You popped the candy out your mouth, lips stained in a pretty red. “He’s too fine not to be.”

“And? ” he crossed his arms.

You blink at him a couple times, “I’m not fucking a taken man.”

“Loser.”

“You’re so-“ you sigh. “Whatever, just go restock something.” You push him from behind the counter.

The next few hours seemed to fade into each other as you stood absentmindedly behind the register. Seungmin had already clocked out since he got lucky and was offered a short shift for today. now you’re slouching at the register— phone in hand, while sucking on another tootsie pop.

“Just can’t stay away from those things, huh?” The voice grabs your attention with a force of seven suns.

you know that thick accent too well.

It had replayed in your head for the entirety of the day after your first encounter.

“D-Dr. bang?” you stutter, eyes round as you take in the man in front of you as he sets down a heart shaped box of chocolates.

“Chris.” he corrects, “I don’t like being called doctor outside the clinic. Makes me sound old.”

It makes him sound hot, in your opinion.

You nod a few times before clearing your throat, reminding yourself that you are on the clock.

”Christmas shopping?” you asked, still mentally going feral as gaze over his stature.

He’s dressed like a chase Atlantic song, how could you not ?

“Yes actually. I was looking for some small sweets to fill up a gift basket.”

“Oh” you perk, scanning the chocolates and placing them in a bag. “for your girlfriend?”

“No, don’t have one.” He says with a shrug, “it’s for my mom.”

A mamas boy ! Woo !

a spark of relief shoots through your body as you hear his words. You won’t have to be a homewrecker after all. Not saying that you were planning to but,, it’s just good to know.

“$6.58.” You tell and Chris follows through with the transaction. his hands brushes against yours as you pass the bag to him and you can’t help but blush like a schoolgirl.

“What about you?”

You blink, “what about me?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Is he showing interest too? Is that what this was?

“No, but I dont think these are the kind of questions doctors are supposed to ask.” you say teasingly.

“I’m just trying to get to know my patient better.”

“Uh huh, sure.” you raise an eyebrow, “got anything else you wanna ask?”

Chris crossed his arms, eyes flickering down to the stick that laid between your plump lips. The Candy was completely gone, leaving behind a blue hue on your mouth.

“Your obsession with suckers might’ve peaked my interest.” He told, “do they taste that good that you have to go against my orders?”

That's a really good question. it’s not the first time you’ve heard it, but it stumps you every time. You’re actually a savory kind of girl, like if you had to choose between pie or chips— you’re grabbing the saltiest bag you can find.

But it’s like all your life, you were always sucking on something. Your thumb, jawbreakers, ring pops— anything really.

“I don’t exactly know.” You start, thinking about how to word this. “It’s not exactly the taste…I just kind of like putting things in my mouth?”

Every part of you was expecting to be laughed at, but when not a chuckle left the man’s lips you were just confused.

“So you have an oral fixation?” He asks

“There’s a name for it?” “There’s a name for everything, love.”

“And how do you know all of this?” You push and Chris clicks his tongue.

“I’m a dentist, remember?” Chris takes a step closer, leaning against the counter. “I also know how to satisfy that urge you’ve been feeling.”

Oh.

—

you don’t remember how you ended up like this. pressed against the break room door, tongue tangled with a man you just met.

It’s a crazy situation, but honestly it’s not the wildest thing you’ve done.

your melting into his hold, kiss making you dizzy as if his saliva was laced with some kind of drug. it was absolutely intoxicating, the way his tongue explored every part of your mouth with no restraint.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet.” He mumbled against your lips.

Chris’s hands roam under your shirt. his cold palms against your warm skin sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps follow behind him with every contact as he massages and squeezes your curves.

He pulls back from the kiss and you couldn’t help but whine at the sudden detachment. You try to get him back, but his hand grabs your jaw.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I got something to fill that dirty mouth of yours.” He coaxes, thumb brushing your swollen lips. “On your knees.”

You take to the floor with no questions asked, eyes coming in direct contact with his bulge and you can’t help but wonder that would even fit in your mouth.

But you won’t back down from the challenge. Your hands almost beggingly climb up his thighs as you look up at him, silently asking for permission.

“If there’s something you want, say it.” Chris tells, head tilted to the side in such an attractive way.

You lean your face up against his leg, “can I put it in my mouth?”

The older grins, “Of course, baby.” He says before unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor.

You gulp at how thick his thighs are. Just imagine riding them, wetness dripping all over his skin.

And that’s not even the main event.

his boxers were wrapped so tightly around his dick, each inch was on display and it had your mouth watering. you wasted no time pulling them down, watching it pop up as it’s freed.

“ So big.” You whispered in awe before taking the base into your hands and guiding it to your lips.

“open up for me, love” Chris instructed and you do as told, parting your lips and taking him into your mouth.

the man above lets out a low groan as he's stuffed down your throat. He’s a little surprised at how easily you're handling his girth, lips wrapped around him so snuggly without a single gag.

“Just like that, good girl,” he praises as you suck him like a lollipop. “taking it so well.”

Your head bobbed at a generous rate, hands gripped onto his thighs while you slobbered over his dick. It was such a lewd scene to witness. only worsening when Chris grabs you by your hair, stopping your movements before he takes full control.

his hips reel away before slamming back into your face, fucking your mouth roughly. you whimpered as the head of his dick jabbed the back of your throat repeatedly.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the harshness of his thrusts. Your throat was rubbed raw and there was an extreme ache in your jaw, but you can’t help being more aroused by the pain. The feeling of being tortured orally had your panties soaked.

So it’s only natural that one of your hands was tucked between your thighs, kneading your clothed clit between your fingers.

“Pretty lil mouth must feel so good finally being used, yea? been practicing on those stupid suckers just for this?” Chris asks cockily, knowing he’d never receive an answer.

He fucks you until his dick is twichting uncontrollably on your tounge, ready to release his thick seed down your throat. But before he even gives you the satisfaction, he yanks back, dick leaving your mouth with a pop.

He decided he’d rather see his cum painting your face than having it disappear without a trace. So he pumps himself in sync with your fingers that were still buried in your pants.

It’s only a matter of seconds before his white ropes drench your face— tongue, lips, lashes— all covered in his mess.

“Fuck” he curses and says something else, but you can comprehend. You're too deep in a daze.

“Y/n.” He calls and calls and calls and calls—

until suddenly his voice loses that thick Aussie accent and instead starts sounding more like your coworker.

“Yo, y/n? I'm gonna clock out soon.” Seungmin says waving his hands in front of your face, “your break was over 30 minutes ago.”

“W-what the fuck???” You blink, still confused and the male just sighs.

“You and your daydreams, man.”

:)

Kinkmas has finally started ! hope you guys enjoyed day 1. I had to quickly cut it short because I type too much and I definitely wouldn’t make the deadline if I continued. That being said, if you would like me to continue toothache as a series just let me know !

— sincerely nni

Tinytag list (open) : @sydnerss @sunnyyangie @foxinnie8 @panjakes

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Hi😍 I've been thinking that Azriel would be a very good father and great mate, but having little time for him and his partner as parents, what would a first date be like after the birth of the baby? How would they get back to sex? Something spicy and soft, like Az. 🌟Thanks cute🌟

Hi! I also often think about soft yet spicy Az. I love this idea, thank you for the request anon!💜

All Night

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, shadow play, minors dni, not proofread

You put on the finishing touches of your makeup, your excitement palpable as you were dressed up for the first time since having your son. Your date with Azriel marked the first time you’d been away from Andras since his birth,  and while you were excited, you were anxious to leave your son. 

A shadow curled through your hair, drawing you out of your thoughts as you giggled at its playfulness. Azriel appeared in the doorway, his gaze trailing your figure through your low-cut dress. You blushed under his hungry stare, watching as his eyes darkened and his scent changed. He strode over to where you now stood, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you tight against him, lifting your chin with one finger and kissed you, tugging your lower lip between his teeth. You fell pliant in his hands, entranced as your own arousal grew. Azriel leaned forward, teeth grazing down your earlobe before he licked a stripe back up. “We could just stay here tonight...” he whispered in your ear. 

As tempted as you were by the idea of letting Azriel ravish you for the entire evening, you took a deep breath and put all of your focus into unwrapping his arms from your waist as you took his hand and led him out the door. “Rhys and Feyre are downstairs to pick up Andras for the night, and we have dinner reservations. We’ll have plenty of time when we get home for me to show you the new items I have on under this dress,” you said with a wink, hurrying downstairs before Azriel could catch you.

Parting with your son was not as horrible as you had expected, Feyre’s calm assuring demeanor helping greatly to ease your nerves. Dinner was peaceful and quiet, talking with Azriel about anything and everything, and enjoying the occasional comfortable silence as well. After dinner, you walked down the Rainbow hand-in-hand, listening to the street musicians as you leaned into Azriel’s warmth. You passed a flower cart, and Az grabbed you a bouquet of your favorites, reminding you of your first date. How wonderfully different life was now, with a mate and a family. You sighed in contentment, giving Azriel’s hand a squeeze before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, whispering in his ear, “why don’t we continue this evening at home, mate?” Azriel gave you a wolfish grin before scooping you up bridal style and shooting into the sky, a few flower petals falling to the ground behind you in his rush. 

 Azriel landed on the balcony, kicking the door open and carrying you over the threshold. He set you down, the both of you looking at the flowers from the market that had been smushed in flight. Azriel looked guilty, but before he could say anything, you smirked at him and pulled the petals from them, spreading them across your bed. “Take a seat, Azriel,” you spoke in a sultry voice as you gestured for him to move to the end of the bed. He arched a brow at you in amusement, walking over to the bed where he sat on the edge. 

You backed away from him, leaving on your heels as you turned around to slowly undo the laces of your dress, letting it fall to the floor. You bent over, giving him a show as you picked up the dress, tossing it onto the chair in the corner. You turned back around to face Azriel, giving him a full display of the intricate lace lingerie you donned with your matching heels. His eyes darkened and knuckles whitened as he swallowed, making an obvious effort to maintain his self control. “Patience, Azriel. Remember, we have all night to ourselves.”

You strode over to him, making a show of bending to show your cleavage as you removed his shoes. Standing back up to your full height, Azriel grabbed your hips and began licking and sucking, leaving marks across your chest as you unbuttoned his shirt. He stood up to shrug the shirt off the rest of the way, and took the opportunity to grab your hips, spinning you around to toss you on the bed. 

You moved to sit up, but shadows slid over your arms and legs, keeping you pressed against the mattress. Azriel gave you a stunning smile, “tonight is about you, my love. My mate, wife, mother of my child. You deserve to be worshipped.” You moaned as a shadow grazed over your clit through your underwear, watching as Azriel removed the rest of his clothing and climbed on top of you. Desperate for relief, you rolled your hips up against his, the both of you groaning at the feeling. Az leaned over you, kissing you fiercely as he brought one hand to unclasp your bra, the shadows releasing your arms as he slide the garment off of you, throwing it back towards the chair where your dress lay. You writhed under him as he kissed his way down your body, stopping to tug your underwear with his teeth, snapping the band against your hips. You gasped at the feeling, sitting up to watch as Azriel pressed a wet kiss to your center through the fabric before sliding it off. 

He grabbed your ankles, spreading them wide and sliding his hands up your legs, his shadows twining in tandem with his movements. You yelped as he hooked his arms around your thighs and yanked you down, his face hovering over your core. He delivered the softest kitten licks to your clit, pinning your hips down as you tried to arch further into him. “Az, please, I need more,” you whimpered. “As my mate wishes,” Azriel murmured with a mischievous smirk before diving in, sucking hard on your clit while swirling his tongue. Your back bowed off the bed as you let out a lewd moan, barely able to catch your breath before he thrust two fingers inside of you, curling them at a rapid pace. He licked your clit as he continued twisting and curling his fingers, his shadows twining along your neck and breasts as you fell over the edge with a scream. 

You came down from your orgasm to see Azriel moving back up above you, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick his fingers clean. You grabbed his hand, guiding his fingers to your mouth as you sucked and licked them clean, earning a low groan from him. You removed his fingers with a ‘pop’, smirking as you wrapped your legs around his hips and flipped him on his back. You lightly ground your hips against his hard length, Azriel pleading “angel, touch me please,” in your ear. You tilted his chin towards you, giving him a quick kiss. “Remember, my mate, we have all night.”

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Snippet - A Jealous Man - Mal de Mer

Mel learns the hard way that wounded pride comes at a high price.

At least, where Silco is concerned.

tw: possessive behavior, conflict.

Mal de Mer on AO3

Snippet:

Trust me, he'd said.

I do, she'd replied.

The irony is not lost on her: her trust, like her marriage, has led her into a trap.

And, like any trapped animal, she lashes out.

"This your idea of compromise? An ambush in plain sight?" She hears her voice crack, and hates herself for it. "I would've given you anything. All you had to do was ask. But no—you'd rather skulk around in the shadows. Scheming like a—"

"You call it scheming. I call it strategy."  Silco's hands, guiding the wheel, are steady. "Or did you expect me to stay on sufferance? My city's trade—its lifeblood—tied for generations to your Hexgates. My future hinging—year after year—on accords written by your Council. Bureaucracy, backtracking, backstabbing. A charade of concessions, with Zaun's dignity as the cost?"

"Charade?" Her face goes hot, then cold. "Is that what you see this voyage as?"

"Worse. I see it as a farce." His knuckles, she notices, are whitening. "You, playing at being my wife. Putting on a show for all your guests. The men and women who've undermined my city at every turn. And what do you do? Peddle your smiles to grease their palms. Force my hand, and force yours, and force everyone else's—all to keep the peace." His laugh is pitched low. And yet it slices through the air. "Peace. If this is the price, I'd rather go to war."

The pain, like a needle, pierces Mel's skull.

She'd known, since the voyage began, that he was angry. That he was sick of the hollow platitudes and hidden barbs. But she'd thought, with her efforts this morning, that she'd successfully mitigated the damage. Diplomacy, rather than daggers—all to the goal of keeping the status quo.

A false premise, she realizes.

Zaun no longer recognizes the status quo. Not when the city has an undersea fortress, and a fleet of ships, and a web of trade routes.

"This—this is politics," she tries to reason. "You've seen me do this countless times!"

"That's precisely the point."

"What point?"

"You." It is a sibilant hiss. "Doing this. Every. Damn. Time."

"Silco—"

"You have a gift for it, Mel. I won't deny." The wheel spins beneath his fingertips.  The craft veers into a narrow canal, bordered on both sides by towering cranes. "I've always enjoyed it. How you can turn a crooked cause into a straight road. Turn a cutthroat into a charity case. But have you stopped to consider—just once—that I don't want to be your charity case? That watching you play nice with those leeches and bootlickers, day after day, makes me sick? That I'd rather toss the lot of them overboard than have you sacrifice a shred of yourself for my city's coffers."

"I am a Councilor," Mel protests. "My duty is—"

"Your duty is to be my wife!"

The whipcrack timbre cuts off the words in her throat. For a moment, Mel can do nothing but stare. His expression—the slow hardening of muscles, the creeping chill of mismatched eyes—is as remote as a dying star.

In her mind's eye, she sees their wedding night: her ruined silk underthings a breadcrumb trail between parlor and bedroom. Thinks of Silco, a phantom silhouette in the gloom: on top of her, inside her, filling her, all burning eyes and biting kisses and sweat-slick skin. Thinks of the aftermath: of him cradling her in his arms, his fingertips tracing the scratches his teeth had gouged, his whispers a cool balm to the fire his touch had lit.

"We'll get there," he'd promised her, again and again. "Just give it time."

"Time," Mel had whispered, clinging to his neck.

"All we need. All I ask."

"You could ask for more."

His chuckle had grated deliciously against her skin. "I'm greedy, my sweet wife. I take what I want."

And she'd smiled, and let him take.

Wife.

The word, entwining with sensuous tenderness, now constricts like a noose.

"My wife," Silco repeats, quieter, but with an unmerciful intensity that cuts her to the quick. "Not the prop to humanize me in front of hysterical prudes like the Dennings. Not the pincushion to hide behind when Cevila Ferros slings barbs about my bloodline. Not the bargaining chip to trot out when Hector wants to renegotiate a loan, in exchange for a few harmless gropes. Certainly not a piece of meat for Garlen and his pack of jackals to paw at in full view—all for the good of my city." A vein pulses dangerously in his forehead. "My wife, Mel. Mine."

Mine.

The word, like a key, unlocks the full dimension of his rage.

She'd known he was a jealous man. Had assumed, in her naïveté, that it was born of a bruised male ego. Because he was a powerful man, who'd risen from nothing. And, like all power-hungry men, he'd sooner hoard her attention than share it.

Now, she sees her mistake: the root cause of his jealousy was never the sharing.

It was the humiliation.

Having a shipful of strangers, in all their privilege, look down their noses at him. To treat him, publicly, with varying degrees of hostility—all because he'd been born in the wrong place, and raised by the wrong people, and bested his own fate with his bare hands. To be regarded, in turns, as a volatile threat, an exotic savage, or a useful commodity—but never as an equal.

And Mel, in the course of a single evening, had condoned the whole circus.

In her mind, she was protecting his interests. In her heart, she was trying to make amends. In her actions, she was keeping the peace.

But in Silco's eyes, she was making a mockery of her vows.

And with this voyage, selling his soul. All to keep Piltover's good standing at Zaun's expense.

Mel's throat hitches. She can feel the miserable tremors of childhood bubbling up. Her fingers clench the rail; the only thing left to cling to. For a terrifying heartbeat, she is a girl again, condemned beneath her mother's shadow.

But Silco is not Ambessa.

And she is no longer a girl.

"I did this," she grits out, "for us."

"No," Silco says, flatly. "You did this for them."

"They're our guests."

"They are the enemy."

"Silco, they—"

"My enemies," he says. "By word. By deed. The difference, Mel, is that both of mine have teeth."

The salt-spray stings Mel's eyes. Adrenaline, cold as seawater, sluices down her spine.

And it hits her:

I am in hostile territory.

"Why have you brought us here?" she says. "What are you planning?"

At the word—us—there is a change in his expression. It is subtle, but unmistakable. Suddenly,  the fluid animation that powers his every move is gone. The man left behind is—not an effigy—but a facsimile of human life. Skin and bones and blood, but nothing more.

Beneath, there is a bottomless void.

And it is very, very hungry.

"I told you," he says. "This is a treasure hunt."

"Silco—"

"I've given them the bait. Now, they're hooked. All that's left is to reel them in."

[peskellence]

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now being treated with greater severity, with many being subject to the same penalties as crimes against humans. While anti-android attitudes are on the decline, transforming the mindset of an entire city is no simple task.

A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' prompt a shift in perspective?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Smut

Word Count: 2.9K

Gavin was leaning so close to the windshield that he appeared intent on jumping through it. His body was draped over the dash as his nails clawed fervently against the plastic. Every slight deceleration of the car triggered immediate sounds of protest. "Can't you go any faster?" 

Hank clenched his jaw, his knuckles whitening as he tightened his hold on the wheel. "I'm already going as fast as I can." 

"Like shit you are. Move over and let me drive."

"I am not letting you drive my car", came a firm response. "When was the last time you drove a driver-operated transmission? Do you even know how it works?"

"I was born in 2002; I'm not a goddamn teenager." 

"Could’ve fooled me. Because you sure as Hell act like enough of a kid."

Gavin snarled at the older man’s stubbornness. It didn’t help that the rain outside was gradually picking up, creating a thick torrent that was difficult to see through. "What if the Reaper has another android?" he said defiantly. "What if they die because we were too busy dicking around? This isn't a game, Anderson, go faster. "

There was a brief hesitation as Hank ground his teeth before his left foot pressed down, the engine roaring to life with it. Gavin observed as the speedometer steadily began to creep—until the needle twitched and staggered around 80mph. Then, it stalled entirely as the vehicle began to audibly struggle. 

This only riled him further as his clawing hands balled into fists, pounding indignantly against the dash. "Why do you still have this piece of shit? It's 2039, you fucking fossil."

"It would make no difference if it were auto-drive. If anything, we'd get there slower because the speed lock would kick in." 

Distracted by his escalating argument with the belligerent man beside him, Hank sped past a merge point where another car had already entered. The resulting reception was a loud blare of horns as the driver made a series of obscene gestures. 

The wheels of his car skidded through the deepening pools of water, as Hank veered sharply to one side, narrowly avoiding a collision. 

There was a small yelp from the back seat, accompanied by the squeak of fingers tightening on leather. "Gavin, I must inform you that we are exceeding the speed limit by 10 miles." 

"Shut the fuck up, Connor. No one asked you." Gavin shot a pointed glare into the rearview mirror, his teeth bared in an unapologetic show of hostility. 

"If you tell him to shut up one more time , I swear to god I'm booting you out." 

Connor shifted towards the door, seemingly trying to escape his view. He stared forlornly out the window as his eyelids started to flit, LED spinning yellow. 

"What are you doing?" Gavin asked, his eyes narrowed dubiously. 

"I'm trying to contact Nines."

The detective made a sharp, strangled noise. Caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "Fat lot of good that'll do. He's left us, dipshit, he doesn't want anything to do with this." 

As directed by the GPS, they branched off the intersection and merged onto the road leading to the industrial estate. The loss of momentum did not go unnoticed, as Gavin’s impatience was only exacerbated by a shifting traffic light, which abruptly halted the car. The red glow above taunted him as he reared himself further forward. "We're wasting time. For God's sake, just run it!"

"What, and take the pedestrian out with me?" Hank gestured to an elderly woman who was hobbling across the street. "We're almost there, be fucking patient."

Passing by a parade of glum, derelict-looking buildings, it was evident that the district had been abandoned for quite some time. As they rounded the corner, a particularly large building came into view, looming forebodingly on the horizon.

CyberLife West seemed more like a park than it did a centre, with smaller structures forming a perimeter around the larger construct within. A parade of shipment trucks were housed in the numerous loading docks. Half emerged as though they'd been ready to pull away. The whole thing resembled a prison, with high chain-link fences and dormant spotlights caging a bleak interior. Gavin may have believed it was, had it not been for the distinctive blue and white accents adorning the walls.

When they reached the entrance, he had barely waited for the car to stop before barrelling his way out the door. His jacket was left abandoned on the seat, with his gun held firmly in his hand. Faint protests followed as he charged to a set of reinforced doors. With a nudge, he found them to be unsecured, and promptly slammed his way through—the heavy panels striking loudly against the opposing walls.

Scanning the vacant reception area, he spotted a sign hanging above the reception desk, directing to the warehouses. He sped down the hall, as a nervous pressure tightened his chest. Rounding a corner, he was faced by a sudden crossroads and almost collided with the wall.

Dimmed emergency bulbs allowed for sparse visibility, but it did little to guide his next move. He was faced with a vast network of corridors stretching out for seemingly implausible lengths. They were filled with sporadically placed doors, and as Gavin canvassed the ones in view, he noted that they were all unmarked. 

A hurried pace of footsteps informed him that Hank and Connor had caught up. The older man was first to speak as he hunched over, hands on his knees. "Multi-billion dollar company and they can't afford number plates," he mumbled through strained pants. "How are we supposed to know where to go?" 

"What do you mean? We have coordinates; Connor can lead us."

There was a faint grumble from behind—and while Gavin couldn't see, he was confident that he could sense the judgemental eye roll which accompanied it. 

"The coordinates lead to the building." Connor swiftly corrected before directing to a projection that he had displayed on his palm. "The warehouse number was stated separately: WH-52."

The detective growled in frustration, as he firmly smacked the hand away. "Then upload the warehouse blueprints."

"They don’t specify the room layout—but it stands to reason they would be in numerical order."

"Yeah, starting from which direction?" Gavin shot back, as he made a sweeping gesture to the various outstretched paths. 

"I have never physically been here, so I have no idea."

God-fucking-dammit. 

He rushed ahead, footsteps echoing against the concrete as he veered onto one of the many paths. Connor and Hank tried to follow, but their pursuing steps began to fade as the surroundings grew increasingly dark. It wasn't long until the detective found himself alone, navigating almost solely by touch. He stumbled aimlessly for quite some time until he heard a rogue noise. 

His first instinct was to call out, assuming it might be one of the partners, but he firmly stopped himself - not wishing to compromise his position. Feeling his way along the brick, he began to approach the source of the noise. The steel indents of one of the doors brushed against his fingers, and with the added pressure, it creaked open. 

There was a brief hesitation as he stood in the doorway, silently weighing his options. Then, he heard another sound - like shuffling footsteps - compelling him to move inside. Barely three paces in, the door slammed shut, and a voice called out from within the darkness:

 

 

"You've kept me in suspense, Detective."

 

 

The words struck with disturbing resonance, cutting through the air like a blade. It triggered a moment of stunned inactivity, as Gavin’s fraught mind sought to determine the direction it had come from. 

His grip tightened on the handle of his firearm, before he raised it in defense. Looking around, he tried to detect any hints of lurking movement.

"I had hoped the machine could put the pieces together from my most recent message. But when it didn't come to find me, I decided to be a touch more direct." The Reaper stopped periodically as he chuckled to himself. "Good thing I was. Otherwise, I doubt you would have found me."

Small streaks of light filtered in from the far end of the room, through the cracked margins of a loading dock. Gavin made his way towards it, seeking a potential vantage point. 

"It is disappointing you're alone. We were ready for your partner's return. It has been missed."

We. 

The man halted his advance. He stood to attention, guard raised, as he listened for further sounds. Conscious of anything that could indicate encroaching assailants. "Is there anyone with you?"

"In a sense. Although I wouldn't say ‘anyone’. More like 'anything'."

This vague response only heightened Gavin's growing sense of unease as his sightless gaze trailed his surroundings. "Where are we, you fucking asshole? Why did you want my partner to come here?"

There was a brief pause before the room was filled with thunderous, mocking laughter. It ricocheted off the walls, bouncing back and forth, until it reached a near-deafening fever pitch. 

"Surely you’ve worked that out by now, or are you really that stupid?" 

As the noise began to subside, the detective noted a subtle shift coming from overhead - before an unseen object crashed to the floor, emitting a jarring crash. Whirling around, he gestured towards it and instinctively fired off a shot. The brief flash revealed nothing but an indistinct mass, and the action was met with another laugh.

"I would have thought your partner would have told you all about this place. Perhaps it has been keeping secrets." 

Lowering his weapon, Gavin panted, his rush of adrenaline beginning to taper. He refocused his efforts on deciphering the meaning behind the Reaper's words:

The location was somewhere Nines would know…somewhere he has been before…  

We're in a warehouse… A CyberLife warehouse…

A revelation struck him. One that, in hindsight, seemed to be obvious. 

"Your silence is telling", the Reaper mocked, stalling his mental trajectory. "Did it never tell you where it came from?"

As the voice grew louder, Gavin stepped back, raising his gun once again. There was a hollow thud as his heel knocked against something hard. While initially sturdy, it began to roll, throwing him off balance. 

"It seems to have neglected to fill you in on some rather important details. I suppose I’ll have to show you."

There was a low hum from above as the fluorescent bulbs roared to life. The room was flooded by a harsh wave of light, dazzling him temporarily. His strained eyes took a moment to adjust to the shift. When they did, his heart sank.

Wedged beneath his toes was a tuft of brown hair, still attached to the scalp of a disembodied head. Bright eyes peered at him, cold and lifeless, amidst a canvas of pale, freckled skin. "Nines—" The name was choked out before he could stop it,  his body racked with violent shudders.

"Don't look so glum", the Reaper said, his voice tinged with feigned sympathy. "This one isn't yours. It's been here for a while." 

Struggling to focus his gaze through a densening blur of tears, Gavin realised the assertion was likely genuine. Although it looked like Nines, the synthetic skin was worn and tarnished, with patches of white peering through. With marked reluctance, he glanced up, fearing the extent of the horrors he was about to confront.

It soon became apparent what the Reaper had meant—when he implied he wasn't alone. 

The room was vast and cavernous, piled high with empty pallets, and sectioned off with lofty shelves. In every visible corner of space, Gavin saw the bodies of androids - strewn about like crumpled dolls. There seemed to be hundreds. A sea of death which fanned out in every direction.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" The Reaper spoke with a wistful airiness, making no attempt to disguise the pleasure he was deriving from their surroundings. "This is Hell, Detective Reed. Their Hell. The only fate any android deserves."

The bodies lay in varying states of disrepair, with many bearing disfigurations, yet still identifiable by their distinctive black and white jackets. While Gavin’s logical mind informed that none of them were Nines, the thought that he could have easily blended into their ranks was enough to turn his stomach. He retched loudly, unable to contain his sickness, as vomit dribbled down his chin.

The Reaper found amusement in this, taunting the visceral response. "To think that a Homicide Detective would be so rattled by the replica of a corpse," he tsked disapprovingly. "I suppose it is a shame, objectively speaking. If you subscribe to the ethos that newer is better."

Gavin took some time to collect himself before pressing forward. His head spun, legs threatening to buckle under increasingly unsteady weight. Navigating the bodies proved a challenge, as he tried his best not to look down. 

"Because the RK900 is a technical marvel. Faster, stronger, and more resilient than anything that came before it. I was on the production line when they first came into manufacture."

Progressing further into the carnage, Gavin discovered that many of the fallen androids were not RK900s, despite his original assessment. While the models varied, their clothing pointed to a shared affiliation. Brown trenchcoats with a rounded sigil embroidered on the left-hand pocket.

The Reaper continued to speak, his voice droning on like incessant white noise. "The RK900 was equipped with an advanced antiviral programme: employing meticulous diagnostic screenings and routine system resets, making it impossible for the model to deviate—or so we thought, there were outliers."

The initial shock of the situation was beginning to wane, morphing into confusion. Gavin recognised the symbol on the jackets, but he couldn't recall from where. 

"What the fuck happened here…" The question had been mumbled under his breath, barely above a whisper. Despite this, the Reaper still responded. 

"I would think it's fairly straightforward", he breezed. "A non-deviated android will always execute its primary function."

Realising the killer must be close, Gavin’s heartbeat quickened. His finger nervously traced the trigger of his weapon as he waited for the man to strike. When nothing happened, the digit eased, before retracting.

"At first, it was intended to assist law enforcement, much like its predecessor, but as the revolution gained momentum, last-minute changes were made. They were repurposed into military units. To be used as instruments of war—weapons."

As he listened, Gavin’s already overworked mind was sent into overdrive. What Nines said…about being dangerous…

"After the RK800’s skills of diplomacy proved ineffective, it was deemed that a more aggressive approach was needed to tackle the deviants."

Surveying the bodies, he noted a prominent bullet wound between the eyes of one of the RK900s. He was angled towards another figure, one of the trenchcoat-clad androids, a handgun clutched in her lifeless grasp. 

This is what Connor was talking about…why Jericho never went back for the rest…

"Of course, this came with a failsafe. Should an RK900 be compromised by the virus—and be unable to counter its effects prior to full system corruption—it will seek to destroy itself."

It all made sense. The way Nines had unravelled and ultimately regressed upon seeing the other RK900. Like he was fighting something deep inside himself. Grappling for control. 

Gavin felt himself lurch forward as he suppressed another wave of nausea. No. Please, God, no. 

"It was already such a pleasure to destroy one. How exhilarating would it have been to terminate another? The crowning jewels in my collection."

Through the tightening grips of sorrow, another emotion flared: a white-hot rage, warping his senses, propelling him forward with newfound fortitude.

"Shut up", he commanded, the words spat harshly through gritted teeth.

"But if it's not here with you, I imagine it is not doing well? Perhaps the issue will resolve itself."

A bellowing snarl ripped from his throat, as his desperation to find his tormentor reached a breaking point. Gavin wished for nothing more than to lock eyes with the man, before extinguishing their light forever with a single, decisive bullet.

"I said shut the fuck up!" His words came in garbled fragments, interspersed with animalistic growls. "It's over, Gideon. Now get out here so I can fucking end you! "

The Reaper hummed in faux deliberation, before snickering once again. "A tempting offer, but I’ll have to decline. You’re getting warmer, Gavin. Keep looking." 

Weaving his way through the room, Gavin focused in on the voice, trailing every drawn-out syllable. Any concerns of self-preservation were callously tossed aside. All that mattered was bringing his target to justice.

Then, he stumbled upon something else. The penultimate feature of the Reaper's morbid operation:

Between a set of towering shelves was a crimson-draped table: adorned with flickering candles, casting a series of disquieting shadows. More unsettling was the wire-frame effigy proudly displayed behind it. A complex series of limbs and bio-components, meticulously intertwined in the metal—like a cruel jigsaw puzzle. Amongst them were the trophies the Reaper had claimed from his most recent victims, as well as the victims that predated their investigation.

Gavin stumbled his way forward, trying to get a closer look, when he was struck by a sudden, searing pain—radiating from the back of his head. His body crumpled under the strike as he let out a winded gasp. Before he could seek to retaliate, his assailant had grabbed him by the hair and harshly wrenched him back. He struck the ground and his gun propelled from his loosened grip, skidding across the concrete. 

Still reeling from the impact, Gavin barely registered the set of legs that came to straddle his torso. A large hand found his jaw and turned his head, forcing him to stare into a set of cruel, focused eyes. Despite the blur of his spotted vision, a recognition struck him.

"It’s you." 

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Another benefit of teeth whitening is it helps in keeping your teeth healthy. Stains of plague are difficult to remove from the teeth. LED teeth whitening can help in removing these plaque stains from your teeth as easily. As there are more effective ways to whiten teens LED teeth whitening seems easier and more convenient. You can choose teeth whitening gel. 

These were a few of the benefits you can have from using LED teeth whitening, But you can prefer whatever suits you best. Also before choosing anything better consult a doctor or dentist beforehand. And do not take advice from non-medical background or someone you don’t trust. 

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yasmin herrera’s cocoa eyes gleamed with a blend of cheerfulness and a hint of attitude. her skin, reminiscent of vanilla honey, was subtly overpowered by the scent of bubble gum from between her whitened teeth. “i never thought i’d say this, but sasha was absolutely right. this summer was incredible,” she beamed. with meticulously filed nails, she applied a sparkling lip gloss that gave her lips a delicate pink hue. the girls had been exceptionally busy lately. the relentless demands of adulthood offered no respite, yet one thing remained certain—the bratz always found time for each other. this summer, they returned to camp starshine as counselors, where they had an unforgettable experience. yasmin led her own singing course, proving herself far superior to the audacious madame demidov. as the season drew to a close and the trees began to shed their leaves, the camp’s activities came to an end. the counselors stayed an extra day to celebrate their achievements and enjoy one last party. now, the girls were in their cabin, packing up for their departure the next morning. “so, what are your plans for this fall, cloe? we definitely need to hang out.

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eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes......

Blinky is not the kind of god you want to be seeing in your visions, ft. my Hatchetfield oc, Estelle, her brother, Callum, and...well, you'll see the rest.

The day started out normally enough. A cup of hot tea, feeding the cats, yelling at Callum to unload the dishwasher because damn it, she can’t take another night of shitty takeout. Just another day in the life. 

And then, all of a sudden, things started to change. 

It started small. An odd shape she hadn’t noticed before carved into the rough wooden floors of the upstairs hallway, a little oval hollowed into the pile of cat food, a button eye falling off an old teddy bear on her shelf. She really didn’t pay much attention to it. By the time 8:00 am hit, Callum had already gone downstairs for work, and Estelle was left alone with the cats for the day. As she sat in front of the living room television, stroking Pillbug’s sleek black fur, something felt…off. She couldn’t exactly describe it, but it almost felt like someone–or something–was watching her. 

Estelle was unsettled as she stood up, watching the blind black cat leap to the floor, meowing back up at her, annoyed. She tried to shake it off, glancing at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. An hour had passed. She was tempted to go downstairs into the shop to be near her brother, just to have someone else nearby, but bit her tongue and went back to her chair, tucking her legs beneath her. She fumbled for the television remote, a desperate attempt to calm herself down with reruns of I Love Lucy, but when she picked it up, the on/off button had been replaced by a single, yellow, beady eye. She shrieked and tossed it across the room. 

After a moment, she glanced back at it. The eye was gone. She scrambled to pick it up, dusting it off with the hem of her shirt. When she turned back to the chair, a second eye had appeared on the plush seat. Her knuckles whitened around the remote, and she took a step back. She tried to retrace her steps throughout that day and the one before it: the last night had ended with a FaceTime call with her girlfriend before bed. She’d gotten a good ten hours of sleep, having woken up at seven that morning, eaten breakfast with her brother in the kitchen, fed the cats, all the things she normally did. What gave? She never drank, she’d never been high, and this wasn’t some sort of delusion caused by lack of sleep!

Maybe I need some fresh air! She thought. I’ve been cooped up a lot, maybe a nice walk down at the pier will help! 

Estelle pulled on a light sweater, ignoring the fact that the buttons had turned into eyes, complete with lashes and veins. She laced up her black sneakers, trying to shut her eyes and just ignore the freaky little changes in her home environment,  but the visions swam beneath her eyelids like fish below a frozen lake. 

One or two more eyes had appeared, but only for a brief moment. They were in the walls, the staircase, the railing, all the way through the hallway that led Estelle from her apartment to the shop below it. There was a single customer there when she arrived, an elderly man who frequented the location. Callum was behind the counter, and Bumblebee had apparently crept her way down behind him that morning, because she was sitting atop the register with her long, bushy tail tucked neatly around her delicate paws.

“Estelle? I thought you were taking the day off!” Callum looked down at her, concerned. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

She risked a glance up at her brother; a terrible choice. For a moment, a third eye appeared in the center of his forehead, the sclera was golden in hue, with a massive, scarlet red pupil in the center, a stark contrast to Callum’s normal, pale blue eyes. 

“I don’t- I don’t-” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming, feeling a trickle of metallic liquid ooze out from the wound she’d created with her teeth. Callum blinked once, then twice, and the third eye seemed to retreat back inside his forehead with a wretched squelching noise. She was breathing heavily, unable to even explain to him what had been happening that morning. 

“Estelle? C’mon, talk to me!” He shoved aside a stack of old, leather-bound books on the counter, pushing his way to the other side. He grabbed both of his sister’s hands and squeezed, shaking Estelle, trying to make her snap out of it. 

Eyes were forming everywhere–she counted seven on the wall behind the checkout, four crawling across the windowsill, even a pair on Bumblebee, right on her chest, her fur forming a set of lashes. 

Callum seemed to panic too now, poking and pinching her, trying to get her out of this weird dreamy state she was in, but it was no use. She was too far gone from reality. 

“Oh god, oh god…” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number he would have otherwise never called–Estelle’s girlfriend, Zoey–and tapped the icon to put the phone on speaker. 

“Please pick up, please pick up…” He took Estelle’s wrist into his clenched fist. She was leaning against him as the eyes before her grew in size, more and more popping up. It seemed every time she closed her own set, another would be birthed before her. On the wall behind her, words started to appear in loopy purple writing: Don’t you fucking blink. 

She tried to take their advice, straining to keep her eyes open, but the longer she did, the more the eyes grew. She had completely lost sight of where she was. More letters were written in, this time on the floor: I’m watching you! 

There were so many, and not just the yellow, beady ones she’d come to know. Some clearly belonged to humans, others to animals, others were cartoonish or heavily detailed. She could hear them blinking, a sort of whoosh-whoosh noise as the lashes hit the lids, like a chorus of birds all flapping their wings at once. She could feel them on her body, every twitch and movement they made translating onto a light clap against her own pale skin. Her head throbbed from the noise of the eyes. She never knew something so silent in her everyday live could cause so much pain…here. 

“Estelle!” Callum was still yelling at her, but she didn’t even seem to register her own name any more. Her knees began to buckle beneath her, and he felt her weight transfer onto him, hanging off his arm like Tarzan from a vine. With his free hand, he held his phone up as it rang once, twice, three times, before Zoey finally picked up.

“Uh…I think you should maybe get over here…”

“Eyes…eyes…” She was muttering, over and over again, Callum could barely put together what she was saying, her words were so slurred. She was down on the ground now, having let go of Callum’s arm and crumpled beneath her own weight. She was groaning, immense pain hitting every ounce of her body. 

Estelle didn’t remember anything after that. At some point, the looming threat of being watched from every angle had become too much to bear, she must have passed out. When she awoke again, she was back in her bed, Zoey curled up around her and Callum nervously pacing. Once he saw she was awake, he stepped up to her bedside. She groaned as she felt her girlfriend bury her face against her neck, mumbling into her skin. ���I thought you were gonna die.”

“No shit!” Callum barked. “What the hell happened? Did you have a stroke or something?”

“N-no, I…I can’t even begin to explain…” Estelle sat up, peeling her body away from Zoey. “I…there were eyes, everywhere…” 

Zoey frowned. “Eyes? Babe, are you feeling okay?” She set her hand on her girlfriend’s forehead, feeling for a fever. “We thought you were having a heart attack or something!” She grabbed Estelle by the shoulders, and Estelle shuddered.

Zoey was looking at her right in the eyes. 

Estelle shivered and shut her eyes tight, feeling Zoey pull her close again. She felt a movement as Callum sat down on the foot of the bed. 

“We’re gonna get this figured out, don’t worry!” Callum touched her shoulder, just a tap. She shivered, remembering the feeling of the eyes blinking. If she was going to be touched, she needed it to be constant, and so she felt herself nuzzling closer to Zoey. 

“Really? That one?” T’Noy Karaxis tossed his bastard’s box from one hand to the other, staring down at the tiny town of Hatchetfield. His brother, Bliklotep, had an evil sort of grin on his face. “That’s the one! Our little friend needs to uphold her part of the deal.”

“I don’t remember her making a deal!” Tinky snorted, flicking his box back at his brother. Blinky grimaced. “I never said she did it.”