Mantis Piercing Nose Novels & Stories

Mason blinks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “You’re taking out your piercing?” he asks, clearly not expecting that. Nathan looks over too, brows lifted. “Just the magic cross,” I mutter. “It’ll help. Once I’m in, I’ll be fine without it. She doesn’t need the extra pressure tonight.”

Some worshipers taking slow turns around the Fountain lift their heads at my outburst. I think under the circumstances I can be forgiven for staining this holy place with my desecration. “Shh. Good omega - Addom purrs in my ear. "You're doing well." I already got two other piercings today - one in my eyebrow to match Hasker's and one in my nostril to match Addom's septum piercing. The idea is that the corresponding piercings connect me to each of the Alphas individually. And by doing the procedure so close to the Source, the wounds heal almost instantly.

Six piercings on each of his ears with a different type of earring hanging from it, some dangling down to his collarbone. He also has a nose piercing on his left side where a silver ring hung around, a lip piercing and a piercing in between his left eyebrow. Though, out of everything about him, it seems that his white hair stood out the most, especially as his side bangs fell over his emerald green eyes. "Eden," Agas said, stepping away from the man as he made his way to the other man on the ground. Bending to the man's height, Eden shook his head with the smile still on his face.

I applied body lotion and face cream before measuring new piercings. In the left ear I placed one each on the lobe, upper lobe, and orbital. On the right are two helixes and a snug. I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of their reflection. They are a good thing for my ears, especially since my skin is white. I smiled and sprayed Chanel N ° 5 which Bernice also gave me. I glanced once more at myself in the mirror before smiling as I left the room. I went to the dinning room to find something to eat, when I heard a noise in the garden area.

I glanced back toward where the woman went. “What is she doing?” “She’s going to pierce your ears,” Matt said and sat back. “So, you can wear them.” I winced. “Pierce? Like stab?” Matt laughed. “It’s not like getting stabbed. It’ll only hurt for a little bit.” My stomach churned. I gripped the arms of the chair, and the woman came back. I sucked in deep breaths, but it wasn’t helping. Fear welled up in me and made me go cold.

the man tried her best to nake her feel relaxed. A few minutes later, the doctor finally finished treating her nose. "Everything is fine ... You are still lucky because nothing bad happened to your nose. You will have little bruises, and you will still feel a little bit of pain, so that's why I'll give you painkillers to reduce the pain and swelling. Your nose will finally heal after a week." the doctor explained. Cassandra took a relieved breath after hearing the doctor. She then realized that she's still holding the stranger's hand.

But what? Then I have the idea. "I want another piercing." I blurt. Alec looks at me, scanning me. He has piercings on his ears. So he shouldn't be upset about it. But I don't want it in my ear... well, I do but not just in my ear. "Where?" He asks, standing beside me and looking at my face in the mirror. "My nose and cartilages," I reply confidently. I need a change. I've never had any piercings aside from the first hole I got when my mom was alive.

I hold Vinny's hand as Harry explains he'll use longer barbells to accommodate swelling from the piercings. "Okay so take a deep breath and hold it," Harry says as he holds the needle to Vinny's dick. Vinny squeezes my hand tightly as Harry passes the needle through the underside of the head of his penis. When he's put that metal barbel in place he does the next one. "Cazzo!" Vinny swears as the needle goes just above the other piercing and goes through the urethra so the barbel passes through from the underside of his dick. "That one hurt."

And I do, drink in every line, every shadow, every promise written across his skin. My eyes track the trail of hair down his stomach, watch his fingers dip to the waistband of his jeans. He’s watching me watch him, lips curling into a smirk like he already knows I’m about to lose it. He pushes his pants down slow, like he’s giving me a show, and yeah, I’m watching. Then I see it. Pierced. A gleaming barbell right through the thick head of his cock, shaped like a Saint Andrew’s cross. I swear my breath catches so hard it punches heat straight through me. My eyes go wide.

The memory of the process and the subsequent satisfaction etched the experience into my consciousness, unlike the nebulous recollection surrounding my nipple piercings. Surrounding my ears are four piercings, each a marker of my journey in self-expression. The decisions to pierce were deliberate, a conscious effort to manifest facets of my identity through these small, yet significant, embellishments. Similarly, a single piercing adorns my nose –a subtle rebellion against convention, a declaration of individuality.