Ear Pierced Bleeding Novels & Stories

Why is she crying? I think it’s the sight of the blood that’s upsetting her. Without thinking, I grab a pair of shorts and strip off the towel, ready to wipe the blood from my forehead. Did I hurt myself there, too? Maybe when I slammed my head against the wall? I touch the spot, but there’s no pain. It’s just the blood. My hands are what hurt—the sting of the piercings, the throbbing in my palms. I wipe at my forehead again, trying to clean the blood off, but it just smears.

Could sex with someone she’d only met a couple of days ago unleash emotions that strong? Was it deeper than that? Her earring got stuck as she tried to shove the post through the ancient hole, the back of the earlobe grown over. A few layers of skin had closed up the back of the lobe and she worked to center the end of the post over the spot where the lump of scar tissue was thickest. Gritting her teeth, she forced the metal rod through, the hot sting of newly-pierced tissue evolving into a throb. Her favorite pearl earring dangled nicely. Was it worth the pain?

Caleb said. "Well, the bleeding was because of the glasses that pierce into her skin. Some pierced pretty deep, hence the bleeding" Caleb nods in understanding and smiles, he closes his eyes and take a deep breath. ‘At least she's safe and out of danger’ he thought to himself. Mike pats his back and nod at him, then he quickly turn back to the doctor. "Then what about my wife and babies? How are they?"

"I have had enough god damned changes for a while. I like pretty earrings and I'll be damned if I'm going to give them up." I picked up the sparkling studs, removed the backs, and slammed the first one and then the other earring through my right ear. Then I picked up one of the long dangling earrings and pushed that through my left earlobe. The pain was sharp and it burned, but after a few moments it quieted and the holes stopped bleeding. By the time I swabbed it all down with rubbing alcohol, the holes were healed with my earrings firmly in place. Noelle was watching me with amusement on her face, "You're going to have to do that every time you want to wear earrings, you know. And make sur

Therefore, holding the earrings in the palm of one’s hand probably wouldn’t produce very authentic results. Without hesitating, I grabbed the letter opener that was sitting on the conference table and pricked my finger, wincing from the brief sting of pain. A bead of blood formed a moment later with a little pressure, and I carefully dropped it onto one earring, then another. Andrei and I stared at the earrings, which were now wet and sticky with blood. Nothing happened. Andrei quirked a brow at me. “Are they supposed to do something special, or…?”

With it still trickling, I put a simple bandage over it. I look down at my shirt. It’s soaked in crimson. I changed and rushed out of the apartment while holding a napkin to my ear. I hurriedly walk the two blocks to the clinic without waiting for the bus. I check in, and the nurse hands me gauze and some meds to help staunch the bleeding. But it takes forever to be seen, and entering the exam room, there waits the same doctor, whose name I can’t remember. “How did you do this?” the doctor asks, looking over my ear.

My voice grew in pitch with each word until his fingers pulled out to cup my cheek. "Hey, I believe you. Calm down so you don't hurt yourself." His thumb pressed against my lips, demanding entry which I granted. "Not all omegas do. Especially after traumatic events or performing strenuous activity. The shield that breaks to cause the bleeding does not necessarily break during your first time. I was simply worried, in case it was a medical condition." "How do you know it isn't?" I asked, groaning when his fingers went back inside me, pulling apart and rubbing my insides.

She had already reached for the earrings. Lucy tensed as Victoria grabbed her left earlobe. She forced the earring through the piercing so carelessly that a sharp pain immediately followed. Lucy sucked in as a warm sensation spread across her ear. Looking into the mirror, she saw a tiny drop of blood forming near the lobe. "I'm bleeding." Victoria picked up a silk tissue from the vanity and wiped it away impatiently. "It's barely noticeable." She tossed the tissue aside. "Nobody will see it." Lucy clenched her jaw. The casual disregard irritated her far more than the pain itself.

He touched his fingers to his own face on reflex and they came away red—blood, running steady from his nose, and when he swallowed he tasted copper and realized it was coming from somewhere deeper too, a thin trickle he could feel sliding warm from one ear. "Caierre—" Alvar's voice, sharp with panic, hands already on his face, tilting his head back, thumb swiping uselessly at the blood like he could stop it by force of will alone. "Caierre, look at me, you're bleeding, you're—" "I'm fine," Caierre managed, though his own voice sounded strange and far away to him, muffled, like he was still half in the memory. "You are not fine, there is blood coming out of your *ears*—"