#about to get vertical labret

[carpetbug]

haircut tomorrow.. dye my hair friday… get lip piercing saturday… get tattoo for birthday in august.. i love customizing my meat suit

[androidghoulz]

oml i need more piercings sooo bad. metal in my face NOW. holes in my face NOW.

[valliantknight]

stimming with pain is always one of those things where im like

hhh this is bad (can cause minor injury / slow down healing process)

but also makes brain go brrrrrrr

[pxrxmoore]

my fyp full of ppl with or getting eyebrow piercings so now i want one <3

[saturnniidae]

Should I put more metal in my face

Ew my birthdays tomorrow

[bloodchapell]

piercings are scary - armin a.

brief summary: after spending so much time with whom he considers the coolest person ever, armin gets corrupted and wants to be cool too. he gets interested in piercings

what to expect: alt and very nerdy reader, equally nerdy armin, mutual pinning, mention of needles

your sword’s note: alt armin I LOVE YOU, he is getting there i promise. all past and future parts of this au series available in my mistresslist

“How many piercings do you have?” He asks looking at the sky as he lays down under the tree in the middle of the campus.

“Well I have three lobe piercings in each ear, two helixes in each ear too, a septum, snake bites and a belly button one.” You count trying to cover his face with a book from the sun.

“Did they hurt too much?” He asks almost innocently and you take a glance at his pristine ears, he has nothing.

“Just a little but it’s more of a momentary burn and then you just kind of forget about them… which you shouldn’t.” You summarize. “Why?”

“Maybe I got a little envious of how the vkei guys look like and I want to be cool too…” He admits furrowing his eyebrows with seriousness to hide the embarrassment growing in him.

“That is actually so cool…” With your face a few inches away from his you say; he blushes. “I will take you literally right now.”

The bus is delayed and the store closes at five on Sundays, but somehow you guys manage to make it on time. You discuss in the bus what piercings he wants and even though he starts listing a whole bible, you stop him and tell him to settle for three; he chooses his earlobes and a vertical labret.

The tattoo and piercing parlor is for sure one of the most intimidating places Armin has been to, and being guided to the leather chair on the back feels like he is walking the stairs down to hell. He sits down and you stay at a good distance so the piercer has room to move around but it is still good for you to watch. The piercer starts marking two dots in his ears with the little blue marker and asks Armin if the placement is good, he nods hesitantly and the piercer proceeds. He seems extremely nervous and his eyes close unconsciously when the piercer takes the needle. Soon it is done, and he is paler than a sheet of paper.

“Are you okay ‘Min?” You rush to ask when the piercer says she will look for the jewelry for his lip piercing.

“I don’t know… it burns.” He says weakly and you can’t help but laugh.

“You got this, you’re almost done.” You say as the piercer comes back.

He genuinely almost faints when his lip is pierced, but alas, he now feels cooler than ever.

“Does it look good? Does it suit me?” He asks constantly on the ride back home, checking himself on the front camera of his phone while his other hand is being held by yours because he WILL faint and fall if you don’t hold him (he refused to accept holding your hand but did fall walking out of the parlor)

“You look the handsomest.” You affirm and he goes red.

[ieatkeyboard]

OM brother piercing headcannons but you can see me getting hornier-

Also I'm so sorry about the order- I did them in what order they came to my head

MAMMON: - Lobes (Cannonicaly) - Tongue - Industrial - septum - Nipples -Has a couple tattoos on his arms and a back piece

BEEL: - Lobes and seconds - Belly button - Have more tattoos than piercings - Also has a back piece, he has at least one sleeve, one on his hip, and both knees are tattooed

LUCIFER: - Doesn't have any face tattoos because he's professional but he'd get a tongue piercing - Has his lobes, seconds and a conch piercings - Has a prince albert- I'M SORRY OKAY - Has a tattoo covering or going into the scars on his back - Has a sleeve for suuure

SATAN: - Has snake bites. I will not be taking criticism at this time. - Has an industrial and his lobes - His a septum to piss off Lucifer cause I already know Lucifer said he couldn't do it - Has tattoos but they're either poetry and really beautiful or borderline terrifying. He has like tattooed scraped up knees for the vibes - He also has a Prince Albert but dirty talks with it for suuuure

ASMOOO: - You know where this is going - He has his nipples, belly button and dick pierced. King <3 - Tongue for sure and maybe a vertical labret - He has a sucubus/incubus tattoo over his..ya know - He also has a tramp stamp, I can feel it - He has a couple tattoos on his arms, on le on his rib and a bunch on his legs (He likes to show them off when he wears skirts)

BELPHIE: - Tongue piercing, eyebrow, lobes and maybe on his seconds - Has a dick piercing and teases you when you suck him off - Has a tramp stamp cause Asmo said it didn't hurt and he'd "sleep right through it". He did sleep through it but it hurt like a bitch - He has patchwork tattoos for sure. Just some random little things. He absolutely did a couple himself

LEVIATHAN - Hehehehe - He WANTS a dick piercing but doesn't have one cause he's to scared to ask someone to do it :,] - Has his belly button, lobes, bridge and septum pierced. - Things angel bites are pretty but doesn't know if he'd pull it off - Has a couple tattoos on his arms and legs and probably a fish or something on the nape of his neck (Lucifer doesn't know about that one)

[pixlpxie]

I SAW YOUR BODY MODIFICATIONS MINGI REBLOG AND I REBLOGGED THAT WITH MINGI + NIPPLE PIERCINGS BUT

Ateez with nipple piercings and that being their weakness or a young or lip piercing and how it feels when they eat you out like your thots on that? Idk if any of that made send but oh LORD the thought of having Yeosang a tongue shoved in my cunt and his ball piercing dragging against my clit is making me fell things she is purring ahhhh

Ok so you know me and how much i love piercing!teez agenda so heres what i think abt the members and their piercing/s 😋 id love to write smuts for these but i got impatient so this answer might not be really satisfactory or may not be what you're looking for but here we gooo 🫵🏻

Hongjoong: VERTICAL LABRET☝🏻☝🏻Yall know that one edit i posted here and how it would feel on you while he eats you out 😔 literally it would drag on your clit everytime and you would just feel like having a vibrator on you

Seonghwa: Tongue piercing duh🙄 especially snake eyes (tho theyre considered unsafe but its just imagination anyway) would fit his long ass tongue so much 😣 those two cold metal balls would abuse your clit bc of his fast movements or you would feel the metal touching your walls on both sides when he shoves his tongue inside you 🥺

Yunho: Lip piercings, either a labret or a lip ring (dolphin kiss too) 👹 the cold ring would scratch your pussy each time he'd suck on your clit or your nipples 👹👹👹

Yeosang: Angel fangs🤠 id imagine those piercings feeling like hes biting you, the sharp metal would just scrape your sensitive parts constantly like imma go fucking feral but like you said tongue piercing would go hard on him too👹

San: Lip rings 🥴 His lip shape is just perfect for them and if theyre on both sides he would make sure you feel each of them 😣

Mingi: Split tongue + bridge piercing 🥴 I've done multiple posts on him having a split tongue and how he'd use it on you but also imagine him having a nose bridge piercing that would touch your clit evertime you ride his nose 😮‍💨

Wooyoung: Snake bites + tongue piercing 😋 do you see the vision babes like he was born to have these piercings just imagine those metals dragging around your sensitive spots and bc theyre multiple around the same area you would just constantly get edged as he sucks you

Jongho: double lip ring 🤭 he would tease you a lot ngl especially while kissing.. also i don't know if you can feel septum piercings when you sit on someones nose but i feel like you might sooo septum jongho supporter till i die☝🏻

About them having nipple piercings: Mingi, Wooyoung and Hongjoong would have nipple piercings, Mingi would be the most sensitive among the three. Yeosang and Seonghwa wouldn't have them but they should have them because they would suit them so much and Seonghwa would be the most tempted one. Jongho, San and Yunho wouldn't get them at all in my opinion but i mean whos stopping them rly 🥴

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting a lip piercing i knew my family wouldn't like? 👄🧷

So about 5 days ago i (20nb) got a vertical labret lip piercing. it's right in the centre of my lip and very visible. im away studying currently so not living with my family. i sent a selfie after i got it done to our family group chat and only my older sibling (28nb) responded, saying it looked awesome or smth. my older sis (24f) didn't but she came with me to get it done so i know she's cool with it. i saw my mum later that day, only briefly, and she instantly started going on about how it was a bad decision. i said i'm leaving and walked away from her since this is the kind of stuff she said back when i was getting first tattoos and piercings (i have 9 tattoos and 12 piercings so although i expected a negative reaction, this was more than i thought). my dad has also not said anything about the piercing and he is normally cool with piercings/tattoos so i have to assume he hates it too.

fast forward to now and it's mothers day. we were all going to be meeting up for lunch, and then on the morning i wake up to a text from my mum during the night, saying how she loves me unconditionally and respects my decision to do what i want with my body but that she's so upset by my lip piercing that she can't bring herself to see me, so she cancelled.

i know she will continue to be upset by my piercing but i love it and don't want to take it out. so AITA for having got a piercing i knew she would hate and then continuing to have it? she would be a lot happier if i took it out

What are these acronyms?

[thefallennightmare]

So... Headcannon Monday is tomorrow..my favorite day of the week. And after the shit I've been through in the last 4 days I need some feral Noah.

I would love to know the thoughts that run through Noah's head when he first meets you and sees you have some piercings (septum, vertical labret, tongue) and then when you two finally fuck, his reaction to seeing your pierced nipples and feeling your tongue piercing on his dick ❤️

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SMUT BELOW THE BELT!

Your piercings were an immediate turn-on for Noah.

It was one of the first things he noticed about you when the two of you first met.

He loved how perfectly your septum piercing fit your little nose.

While you had a lot of piercings, his favorite was your nipple piercings.

He was shocked when he first saw them and you swore you saw the hunger fill his eyes.

"Shit," he flicked his tongue over the bars pierced through your sensitive buds. "So fucking hot."

But what he was absolutely feral for was your tongue piercing and how it felt underneath his cock when you guided your mouth over him.

"Fuck," he panted. "Keep your tongue right there, angel. The bar of your piercing is hitting the perfect spot."

He held your head in place as he began to fuck mercilessly into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with ease.

"Such a good girl taking my cock like this," he grunted as his hips stilled, slowly dragging himself over the piercing in your tongue.

You hummed in delight while your body ignited when you felt Noah's warm cum fill your mouth and you swallowed it greedily.

Leaning over him, you dragged your piercing over your lip and Noah watched the movement with sharp eyes.

"I think you should get a piercing," you suggested in a low voice.

"Yeah?" He was breathing, trying to come down from his orgasm high.

You nodded while dragging your fingers over the sensitive head of his cock. "Right here."

[satansapostle6]

The Crush | Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson is a cool, simple guy who is also the famous son of Poseidon who helped save the world. But, talking to the pretty girl in his English class still seems impossible.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Pussy Jackson

Percy sat behind Chloé in English. She was tall and intimidating, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to work up the courage to talk to her. Sure, he wasn’t in high school anymore, but he still felt nervous around her like he was sixteen years old again. Chloé Jardine was, after all, the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

He knew Chloé was a Roman demigod, a daughter of Nox, the Roman equivalent of Nyx, the goddess of darkness and the night. She was a fairly typical child of Nox, a sort of minimalistic goth.

She had long, pitch black hair, with tiny micro bangs partially covering her forehead. She was also noticeably pale, as if she only ever went out at nighttime. Most people thought she looked scary, but Percy thought she looked magical.

Chloé had a decent amount of tattoos, including a pretty sizable spider web on her neck. She had a lot of piercings, including an eyebrow piercing and a vertical labret on her lip. She didn’t really wear makeup, but she was very obviously a goth. She was smart, and she didn’t talk a lot at all, which drove Percy insane. He made it his mission in life to know as much about her as possible.

Every time he saw her wearing a band T-shirt of some kind to school, he’d make a note of the band name and look it up later if he wasn’t familiar, and listen to all of the songs he could find.

So far, he’d listened to Type O Negative, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Kittie, and Rob Zombie, only affirming his opinion that she was the coolest person on earth. His best friend, Grover, thought the behavior was just a little bit obsessive, but didn’t really think it was that bad.

That day in his college English course, he was sitting in his seat, listening to Soundgarden during the lecture on his laptop with the tab open, secretly hoping Chloé would have some some reason to walk back and look at his computer screen. Soundgarden wasn’t goth, of course, but Percy had seen her wear one of their shirts.

“Hey! Pussy Jackson!”

Percy frowned to see Clarisse La Rue sitting in a seat a couple rows behind him.

“Move your fat fucking head, I can’t see!”

“‘I’m doing fine, thank you, Clarisse’,” he mocked her under his breath. “‘How was your weekend’?”

Percy was startled to look up to see Chloé turned around in front of him.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” she whispered, staring at them in disbelief.

Percy’s face must have been beet red as he tried his hardest not to explode. He was dying of embarrassment as he tried to come up with some sort of answer.

“Uh, yeah! Sorry!” he apologized in a whisper.

Chloé just turned back around, shaking her head as she continued taking messy notes on the assignment due dates. Percy leaned forward slightly, looking curiously at her notebook. He found her handwriting interesting; it was kind of small with a lot sharp edges, written in haste without being too messy, almost like a doctor’s handwriting.

Percy knew he must’ve been lost in his horny ADHD world, because before he knew it, the instructor had just finished announcing the next project, a group project worth 20% of his grade.

“Alright, the groups are posted up here, so you can all come and take a look. You’ll have the rest of this class to figure out a presentation topic and get started,” the professor, a woman in her forties, announced as she retreated to her desk.

Alarmed by the words ‘groups’ and ‘presentation’, Percy anxiously made his way down to the whiteboard with everyone else, terrified to receive his group assignment. He prayed silently that he’d get at least one smart kid in his group, and zero Clarisse’s. As he slowly scanned the list of names up and down, his face went pale as he found his other two group mates. Clarisse La Rue and Chloé Jardine.

Percy wanted to kill himself immediately. Not only did he have to work with Clarisse, but he also had to figure out how to work with Chloé, who had just told him to shut the fuck up not two seconds ago, the first words she had ever spoken to him. He glanced back at Clarisse, who was standing beside Chloé. Neither of them looked very happy about the group assignment.

Percy glanced over at the peofessor’s desk, contemplating whether he should try and get a different group. He decided against it, figuring he’d had enough embarrassment for one day. Signing as he realized he’d have to face Chloé eventually, he walked over to where the girls were standing, ready to face the music. He’d fought monsters and faced imminent doom before, and somehow this felt exactly the same.

“I’m not doing all of the work,” Chloé crossed her arms.

“What makes you think you’d be doing all the work?!” Clarisse asked defensively.

“Because I’m in a group with you!”

“Hey…” Percy waved awkwardly, trying to break the ice, which seemed to also somehow be scalding hot.

“Oh, yeah. You’re in this group too,” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Percy retaliated childishly.

“Okay. We need to come up with a topic,” Chloé reminded them. “Which one should our presentation be about?”

“What are the options?” Percy asked, watching as she just let out a long sigh.

The next hour of class went by as slowly as possible. By the end of it, Clarisse had stormed out of the classroom, and Percy and Chloé were left sitting together exhaustedly. Chloé sighed as she got up, heading out of the building as Percy followed her.

“Sorry about Clarisse,” he offered sympathetically. “She drives everyone who has to deal with her insane.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that,” Chloé nodded.

*****

Percy felt odd, and completely out of place the entire time he sat in class discussing the project with Chloé. Every time she spoke to him, he felt more stupid. He knew nothing about what he wanted to do for the project, and he was even less prepared to answer these questions when asked by Chloé Jardine. And of course, Clarisse also being a part of the group didn’t help.

But Percy figured it was almost worth it, getting to work on the project with Chloé, with her cool hair, tattoos and piercings, and blue eyes, the same icy blue eyes that mesmerized him when he spoke to her. Percy had to clear his throat and check his breath twice before smiling at her as she turned, just having ordered a coffee from the kiosk nearby.

“Hey,” Percy wheezed, realizing how eager he sounded stalk to her, cursing himself silently.

“Hi,” Chloé said with slight surprise, sipping the warm coffee.

She looked at him expectantly, wondering what it was he could’ve possibly had to say to her. Chloé had already done a brief mental scan of Percy; she knew that he was the Greek son of Poseidon, by his shaggy black hair and sea green eyes.

She knew from the perpetual dopey expression on his face that he was attracted to her in some way. She’d seen the way he looked at her and assumed that it was mostly more sexual than emotional, based on the way his eyes lingered on her skin and the way he was constantly averting his eyes from her chest.

“See you,” Chloé smiled, politely excusing herself as she walked away.

“Fuck,” Percy muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away.

He sighed in defeat as he watched Chloé walk away from him, thinking of a hundred things in that moment he wished he’d said to her.

“It’ll never happen, you know.”

Percy whipped around quickly, alarmed as he turned around in the direction of the voice he’d heard. Naturally, the disapproving voice had belonged to Annabeth, his sharp-witted child of Athena ex-girlfriend.

“What?” Percy questioned defensively.

“You and Chloé,” she responded promptly.

Percy crossed his arms. “What makes you think—”

“That you’re infatuated with her?” she asked him. “I know you, Jackson.”

“I’m not infatuated with Chloé,” Percy rolled his eyes at her.

“Well. Infatuated or not, her ex-boyfriend is Sean Morley. The son of Apollo?” Annabeth Chase smirked. “With the blond hair, and the shoulders?”

“Why are you so invested?” he ignored her, questioning her skeptically.

Annabeth smiled, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “Because. It’s fun watching you refuse to learn,” she said as her demeanor softened.

Annabeth walked off and disappeared, leaving Percy to do a lot of thinking.

-

Chapter Two

[portalhan]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ STING!

pairing: piercer!bang chan x gn!reader

format: one shot

warnings: obviously needles, piercings, body mods…. also very shameless flirting ^__^

word count: 1.3k

fae’s notes: no this isn’t based on my own piercings 😳 also this is reposted because tumblr fucked with it the last time and didn't put this on any of the tags despite editing it so many times skjfdj hopefully it works this time

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“are you sure about this?”

you were sat on a black leather bar stool in a tiny, makeshift booth, shielded from the rest of the piercing studio by black curtains. your regular piercer, bang chan, walked back and forth around his work station just in front of you, going back and forth between the steriliser machine and his gigantic tool box of needles and clamps of varying sizes. he had asked you this same question for the third time now, but impressively never once interrupting the ostensible ease with which he flitted around his station as he prepared himself for the procedure.

you gulped as you watched the way he furrowed his brows, his gloved fingers carefully grazing the rows of needles he had out. “you had a good think about this right? i mean, i only just saw you two weeks ago for your brow piercing – looking good by the way. but as much as i want to, i really shouldn’t be seeing you this often,” chan chuckled, as he finally chose and picked one particular needle up, bringing it up to eye level and analysing its width to double check.

“so you do want to see me often?” you certainly did a remarkable job at masking your nervousness with a confident, flirty quip, smirking as he spun his head around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“you are my most regular customer,” he pointed out after gathering himself, chucking the needle into the steriliser before he shuffled to the other end of the concealed studio to fish around for suitably sized jewelry. “but at this point, i do feel an obligation to let you know that there are in fact many other ways to hang out with me aside from getting a new piercing once every two to three weeks.” chan sauntered back over to where you were seated, a sterling silver barbell tightly clutched between his thumb and index finger. he interrupted his conversation to go back to the specifics of your piercing.

“let’s go with this one? to match the others,” he suggested. you nodded and hummed back in approval. he chucked that in the steriliser too, and sat himself down on the bar stool across from you. he slid his black latex gloves off his hands and set them aside before turning his attention back to you. “i know i’ve asked you this like, a million times, but are you sure? just because i know vertical labrets tend to scar the bottom of your lip if you ever choose to take yours out,” he stared at you with a visible expression of slight concern painted across his face.

“i’m 100% sure, don’t worry,” you assured him with a crooked smile plastered on your face. “plus, i don’t know if you of all people should be warning me about the afternath of body mods.” you gestured towards his earlobes, both of which had a gaping holes punched in them from past stretching, now left empty with no accompanying jewelry. chan shrugged in defeat. “touché,” the man acknowledged. “just cautioning you from experience.”

“can’t blame you. i still don’t understand why you decided to take those out. i imagine you looked good with gauged ears.”

chan immediately pouted. “why? you don’t think i look good now?”

“no! of course you do,” you whined in protest, pouting back. but then your voice fell into a softer hush, muttering under your breath as though it was a little remark meant for just yourself. but perhaps some part of you wanted chan to hear it too. “you’d look good with anything.” he did hear it – but found himself way too flustered to respond.

chan shook his head ever so slightly, as if jolting himself back to the present. “c'mon, let’s get that lip pierced.” his palms clamped against his thighs – clad in a tight pair of leather pants you immediately took notice of the moment you walked into the studio – as he pushed himself off his seat to grab his gloves with a slight grunt.

the routine that followed was one you’ve already accustomed yourself with. chan took the clamp, needle and barbell out from the machine and walked back to you, eyeing your bottom lip (maybe even admiring) as his thumb gently sideswiped the area, squinting as he scanned the general area for where to pierce. you felt a chill run down your spine – you enjoyed that sensation more than you’d ever admit to his face.

chan turned towards his tray of tools and grabbed his spray bottle of ethanol, and softly warned you to seal your lips shut before spritzing your lip with the solution. he closed the space between you even further, face only two or three inches from yours as his other hand held your chin to tilt it up towards him. you could feel his breath against your face, and a lump formed in your throat. you gulped once more; you never took this into account when you decided to get your lip done, but you couldn’t help but feel giddy about this added bonus.

“you know the drill, but this is going to hurt,” chan’s voice fell even lower into something only slightly above a whisper. his eyes flitted back and forth between your eyes and lips as his hand pulled away from your chin to grab the clamp. he very gently pulled your bottom lip out – which he couldn’t help but notice was very soft to the touch – and clamped the flesh tight. you instinctively, quietly hissed, but it wasn’t anything you didn’t already expect. he muttered a quick apology and swiftly reached for the needle.

“take a deep breath,” he murmured against your face, as the needle inched closer and closer towards your lips. you shut your eyes tight, grimacing and already bracing yourself in anticipation of the pain.

“squeeze my arm again if you’d like,” he suggested. it’s something you’ve always done to help alleviate the sensation – chan actually suggested it when you first met him. it’s become a habit since. you immediately reach for his arm and held onto it tight, making sure not to jerk it too much in case it might mess up the piercing.

very shortly after, you felt the familiar prick of the needle piercing through your lip as chan whispered affirmations into your ear – no matter how many times you’ve gotten your piercings from him, he knew you still struggled with the momentary sting. “you’re doing so good,” he repeated gingerly. you grit your teeth from the impact of chan inserting the barbell into the fresh wound. the pain only heightened as he quickly screwed the end tight, slightly tugging at your lip in the process. “you’re doing great.”

he let go, and then you felt your bottom lip throbbing and swelling around where the new jewelry was placed as you reluctantly opened your eyes to a grinning chan, who beamed with a sense of pride as he cleaned up. “see? all done already,” he chirped. “it looks amazing. as always.”

you hopped off the stool and shuffled over to the mirror to admire the new labret piercing. he was right. “thank you chan, you always do wonders,” you proclaimed cheerily, turning your head in all angles to admire the new addition to your growing collection. chan waved the compliment off, before shyly telling you: “the canvas has as much to do with it as the art itself.”

you turned back to give him a playful shove to the shoulder. “i’m serious though, let’s put a pause on the piercings for now,” chan nagged after a brief pause. he folded his arms against his chest and playfully scowled right at you.

“how else am i gonna see you then?”

“you wanna hang out with me that much, huh?” chan smirked. it only grew when he noticed how red your cheeks got following his snide comment, meant as a jab back at your own just 10 minutes ago. “don’t worry, we’ll find a way. promise."

you emerged from behind the curtains of his private corner of the studio, piece of paper clutched between your fingers with a little message hastily scribbled on the surface.

here’s my number. i wanna see you soon. let’s go out for dinner sometime. just you and me.

[gor3sigil]

23/11 - The black labret and bleeding gums

Yesterday, I took off my labret piercing. I noticed it was doing some pretty bad damage to my gums and teeth, that I’d really like to keep in relatively good health. It made me think about her. It was sad, in a sense, because this piercing made it finally bearable for her to look at her reflection in the mirror. But it was, at the time, the bare minimum she could do to take back control over her body, her face, her life, whilst being actively suicidal. She never cared about teeth. She barely brushed them, in fact.

And now, I have to take that little stone away from the mural of ourselves we built, little by little, brick by brick. I promised her that for this jewel we had to take out, we’ll get pierced twice, on the same lip, vertically, if we can. If we can’t, we’ll do the nostrils. But she’ll get something back, pinky promise. Only now, it’ll be with the intention to be a work of art, complimenting our features, more than just repairing damages. Just like the tattoos over our scars. Just like our flat chest.

I also promised to put her black labret in epoxy, to wear as a necklace. She hasn’t gone anywhere. When I look at my reflection in the mirror, my hair growing out, even after 2 years of HRT, it’s still her that I see, clear as day, with her little mischeavous smile, her contagious laughter, her intense gaze looking at my own soul, our soul, to remind me that she has never died. Sometimes she talks to me still, she lets me know that I may be in control the vessel, but she is still the primary life inside us, the flame that drives us forward, something transitonning, changing our name, cutting through flesh could never erase. And we hug, and we cry from the same eyes, and we scream from the same mouth, and we drink from the same glass.

We’re at the hospital, she’s scared she never got better. She hates the scent of disinfectant and the nurses. I have to calm her down when we’re put on oxygen. Keep a brave face when they cut ourselves open once more. “But we’re so young still !” she yells. I wish I was her age. I wish I didn’t care about bleeding gums. I wish I wasn’t a month wiser.

She looks at our reflection and she says: “Hey, let’s get our lips pierced as a reward for going through surgery !”. One jewel per tonsils removed. I spat out a trail of blood in the sink and brushed my teeth. I wish we never cared for bleeding gums.

I read her back the letter I wrote to our parents, asking her what she thinks, should we send it ? She scoffs and goes back to play. She thinks her pain doesn’t show, even after all these years, even after she almost died from it. She thinks I can’t see it because I’m not her. And yet.

She tears up as I unscrew the black labret from our lip. We never got taught how to brush our teeth. It’s all their fault, she says. It’s all their fault we have to worry about bleeding gums. I hold her hand. She brushed our teeth like she could repair the damage in one flush.

Last night I dreamt I was losing my teeth, but new ones grew, stronger. I wish for it to come true.

[metallicmikus]

MODERN NEWSIES TATTOO SHOP AU

coffee shop au? NO!!! tattoo shop <3

the studio is located in lower east side, manhattan, and it’s probably called East Side Ink or something like that. and the shop has the best vibes, gay old vibes.

Jack is a tattoo artist who also does piercings (and is the owner). He’s covered in tattoos, plenty of which he did himself. He can do pretty much anything. He loves artsy tattoos and colorful pieces. He doesn’t like realism/portraits. He has his firsts and seconds pierced but that’s really it. His area in the shop is decorated with his paintings. He loves to create ‘paintings’ on people. He 100% has a full like ‘santa fe’ piece on his back.

Charlie/Casey/Crutchie is receptionist at the front desk who makes all of the appointments and shit. He’s got a few tattoos, probably like the ‘doodle’ style tattoos. Mostly small ones.

Racetrack is a piercer and he specializes in fine lines and calligraphy. He’s probably the one to do smaller tattoos. His ears are pierced all the way up. He also has a bridge piercing and probably a septum. He used to have a lip ring but he chewed on it too much. And he will absolutely talk the clients ears off.

Albert is also a tattoo artist. He has so many piercings. Up the ears, industrial, eyebrow, nose, snake bites, bridge, vertical labret, tongue. Also covered in tattoos. He specializes in like a darker more gothic style of tattoos (goth albert stans where are you). And ofc he’s got his arms out all the time (no sleeves) so he can show off his muscles and his tattoos fr fr. Also definitely has something cool tattooed over his top surgery scars. A lot of people are scared of him cuz he’s intimidating.

Specs is also an artist and piercer there. He mostly has only black ink done on him, but he loves to do colorful pieces on other people. He doesn’t have as many tattoos as the other artists. He loves details and he absolutely loves to hear the story behind the tattoo the client is getting. He’s a perfect artist for your first tattoo.

there would be a few more artists but i’m thinking about the gays!!!

david doesn’t work there, but he goes in to get his first tattoo, and jack is his artist. And jack being jack is unintentionally flirty with him. David is like “wow he’s kinda cute”

also ralbert is real in this au, it’s my au what the fuck do you think??? ofc ralbert is gonna be in this au!

[blond3ang3l]

Sisters bf! Hobie x reader

Black! Feminine Reader in mind (Kind of the opposite of him)

Cw- cheating, nsfw, reader is said to have piercings

You had a huge dislike for you sister as she like to see herself as better than you. So when she came home to you to show off her boyfriend you were shocked. He looked like none of her exes, something about him caught your eye but you couldn’t tell what.

He started to come over a lot but it seem whenever she would talk to him he would be annoyed or disengaged. It didn’t take long for the two start to argue in you guys shared apartment. Days of arguing turned into weeks but at the end of the night all you could hear was thumping from their headboard hitting the wall.

As much as you hated the two being together you couldn’t deny that you liked spending time with Hobie. Watching movies together, him helping you with your hair, going to get piercings together all of it made you so happy. But of course this pissed your sister off. Things were going pretty smoothly until you and Hobie returned from a concert together to sound of moaning filling the apartment. Before you can even process what was Hobie busted down their door.

There in the bed was your dear sister and her “bestfriend” with a dumb ass look on their face. “Have you lost you’re fucking mind?!” Hobies face was red in anger. You couldn’t help but giggle at how your sister was stuttering and hiccuping while trying to make excuses for herself. Instead of getting angry at herself for getting caught she instead redirects her anger at you.

She starts screaming and throwing things at you which catches you by surprise. You suddenly feel an arm wrapped around your waist as your pulled into his chest, shielding you from all the upcoming objects. “See that’s why I cheated on you, you’re always sitting here protecting this fucking whore!” Your sister spewed. Before Hobie could come to your defense you spoke up “Oh you wanna see whore I’ll fucking show you whore then.”. Without a second thought you grabbed Hobie shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss. He was taken aback a bit but without hesitation kissed back.

Once you pulled to get air back the room was eerily silent. You turned to your sister with a smirk while panting “Now you can call me a whore.”. She got up to lunge at you but was quickly grabbed by Ari (the guy she was sleeping with) and as much as she flailed and screamed she couldn’t get out of his grip. You both took that opportunity to leave the room and head to yours on the other side of the apartment.

Hobie sat on your bed moving one of your many plushies over to the side. You were pacing around your room with your mind racing, though it felt good to get back at your sister you couldn’t believe what you had done. “C’mere baby” He pulled you in by your belt loop sitting you on his lap. You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose “I can’t believe this shit. Just who the fuck does this bitch, got the nerve to be calling me out my name and shit.”

While you ranted Hobie watched your lips with such intensity. They way your gloss shined with everything you said. Your vertical labret piercing that you got when he recommended it was an excuse he used every time you caught him staring at your lips when you talked. You went on and on about how pissed you were and Hobie couldn’t lie to himself… that shit turned him on. He loved when you got serious about something. The way you always made sure that your point got across and how determined you were just sparked something in him.

You were nothing like your sister, who was currently arguing with her sneaky link in the other room. As much as Hobie loved to listen to you talk he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. In the middle of you ranting he slid his hand to your ass giving it a rough squeeze making you gasp. His free hand wrapped your throat giving it a light squeeze before running his thumb across your bottom lip. You felt your face start to get hot as you started to become horny “Hobie this is wrong…”

“You think I give a damn honestly? Hell the only reason I stayed with your sister was so I can keep coming to see you. Your eyes widened in shock “Hol on explain my nigga.”. “It’s very simple honestly let’s compare you and ya sister. She’s the neediest and bitchiest person I have ever met and I’ve been to different universes and shit. But you on the other hand.. you’re the most smartest, fiercest, and by far the sexiest damn person I’ve ever met.” He grabbed your waist pushing you on to his bulge. “And I intend to prove it.”

Imma be honest I didn’t even watch the spider movie so I’m sorry if this is ooc for him😭

Part 2 is up!!

[crybaby-bkg]

I want piercer Dabi and I want him NOW!!!!!!!!!!……

I just think he’d have such a terrible reputation for being so standoffish and unfriendly and rude with the customers, but it’s only from the WIMPS!!! and when you go in, nervous but excitable and jittery, he can’t help but lay on that Dabi ‘charm’ that typically leaves him a nasty review online.

but you love it because he’s low key hilarious and makes you feel so comfortable with how open and honest he is about everything. breaks your heart tho when he tells you that certain piercings aren’t compatible with your anatomy but makes up for it by offering up another piercing for half off the pricing!!

you get your lip pierced, and he’s holding your jaw with a surprising amount of gentleness. turns you this way and that before he tuts that he’s gonna give you a vertical labret instead of the snake bites you originally came in for, tells you how the former is much cooler, how pretty you’ll look with it. he’s so cheeky, pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, a ‘requirement’ to make sure your lip won’t reject the piercing (he can’t tell this way, he just wants to touch you and watch how clouded your eyes get).

he’s full of praise but only for his best customers (just you). calls you good and sweet and a little crybaby, but only when you whine or whimper. tells you how good you take it for him, smirks when he watches your thighs shift and clench against each other.

oooooohhhh and imagine you want a tattoo too and he does them as well????? hour long sessions of a bat winged heart as a tramp stamp that he can’t help but drool over. the way you’re bent over, how you moan a little in discomfort, look back over your shoulder to see your progress. he’s hard the entire session, and convinces you to come back for another long, detailed tattoo in a risqué area just so he can see you, smell you, feel you again. whore.