hiii!! totally ignore this if it doesn’t spark anything in that beautiful brain of yours but i got my snakebite piercings done today (after 3 years of debate!) and am in need of a little fluffy something from genuinely any COD character helping care for it? it’s pretty swollen and the only thing i can eat without cringing is ice pops;( and i can’t kiss rn!! AHH that’s the worst part of it!!!
God, I fight every day with the idea of snake bites. I've wanted them since I was sixteen. I think I'll bite it and get them for my twenty-fifth birthday. I bet yours look sick!!
"Hands off your lip." Kyle pulls your fingers gently away from your fresh piercings with a smile. "You will get an infection if you keep messing with them."
"It's just so sore, I can't stand it." You groan, fighting the urge to massage your slightly swollen bottom lip. You loved the look of the new rings lopped through your flesh. "I love them... their so pretty."
"They are. Do you want another popsicle? By the time you finish it, the advil should kick it." Kyle offers as he opens the freezer and starts digging inside.
"Oh, yes. Cherry or lime flavored, please." You plea, happily taking the frozen treat. At least there was something you could use to numb your painful lip. "I still can't believe I can't fucking kiss you." You grumble as you shove the popsicle into your mouth.
"I'm counting down the days until you're good. You'll have a lot of making up to do." Kyle warns playfully, pressing a few kisses to your jaw. "Just you wait, love. It'll be over soon."
SOMEONE has nipple piercings. could be gideon. could be frost. torbek is afraid of needles so we KNOW it's not him. gricko......... (fifteen piercings per ear, lip piercings, nose piercings) ............. possibly.
(does kremy even have nipples?? do alligators have nipples?!?!?!)
This is a true fact.
Kremy gets the silicon busts pierced and then makes fun of everyone else for "being such wimps about it. It was painless!"
To be fair if he did get a real piercing, since I'm a "Kremy has chronic pain and also is autistic" truther he probably just goes "ow" and then deals with it fine. Hashtag relatable (I have multiple tattoos but nothing compares to my back pain or my old dysmenorrhea).
Gideon probably enjoys decorating himself, having a little control over what his body looks like. Without the battle adrenaline though he might shed a tear or two. There's no shame in that no matter how many times Gricko calls him a little bitch.
Frost is a freak as we know so I wouldn't be surprised.
Gricko was in a band. Enough said. He doesn't always have piercings on but he could be decked out if he wants to. (He also has a bunch of tattoos that he hates, and one of Hootsie's baby paw that he cherishes)
Thank you to @jimothybarnes @ghost-creative-prompts for putting Ghostober together this year! <3
Pairing: Swiss/Dew
Swiss gets a few piercings along the edge of the spade of his tail. Both he and Dew are so normal about doing it.
Mature, 900 words. It's a fic about getting piercings, warnings for needles. Mentions of quintosis, masochism, fade to black. divider by @wrathofrats <3
“Thanks for helping me with this,” Swiss hums, softer than he normally speaks. Dew shrugs, offering him a smile.
“Not that big a deal,” he says. It isn’t. “Besides. It’s rough doing them yourself.”
Swiss’s tail twitches where it’s laid over his lap like it knows what’s about to happen. Dew eyes it, raising an eyebrow.
“You gonna be able to sit still like a good boy?” Dew teases, taking a needle between his fingertips until the metal glows ember orange. “Or do I have to go get my mate to quint you up?”
Swiss rolls his shoulders, staring at Dew out of the corner of his eye. “Is that an option?” he laughs, even as he puts visible effort into keeping his tail still.
Dew turns to face him fully, sitting crosslegged at the end of his bed, Swiss sitting so close their thighs brush together. “It can be,” he hums, “If it comes down to it. Though I really think you can be good.”
“I’ll try,” Swiss hums. Dew’s not oblivious to the way the air around them sweetens with the scent of cinnamon. But he’s not going to call Swiss out on it. Not yet. He almost wants to drag it out, see just how he squirms.
But there are more important matters at hand. There are five golden hoops on a tray in Dew’s lap, a few alcohol wipes swiped from the infirmary from the last time he snuck in to hook up with Aether on the clock behind Omega’s back. The needle held between his finger and thumb glows nearly molten. “Alright, then,” Dew hums, gesturing with the hand not holding the needle. “Gimme.”
Swiss takes a deep breath, giving Dew the spade of his tail. It’s warm in his hands, the skin there leathery soft. It twitches as Dew turns it over in his hand. “Along one edge. Even spaced. Or as even as you can get ‘em. I don’t- I don’t really mind.”
Dew turns to face him, raising an eyebrow as a few strands of copper hair fall out of his ponytail. “This isn’t something that’s exactly redoable, sparky. And it’s your body.”
“Like I can’t get Aeth to heal ‘em up and do them again,” Swiss huffs. He rolls his shoulders. “Fuck, dunno why I’m so nervous, I have about fifteen in each ear, and those were done when I was a kit.”
“That’s probably why, it’s been a long time,” Dew hums, marking five spots evenly spaced along the side of Swiss’s spade. “And tails are more sensitive than ears. We don’t have to do this if you’re not certain-”
“I am. Stick me, spitfire,” Swiss says, suddenly incredibly determined. He tacks on a “please” that makes Dew laugh.
“Gotcha,” he shakes his head, wiping the skin down. Swiss does not look as Dew takes the needle. “Gonna pinch a couple times, and then it’ll be over, and you’ll look cool as shit.”
Swiss nods, swallowing audibly. “Ready.” His claws dig into the bedding.
The noise that’s torn from Swiss when the first ring goes in is halfway between a yelp and a groan. It’s a noise Dew’s heard before, and if he weren’t staring at the cause of that noise, the first of five bright golden rings threaded through the spade of his tail… He’s heard the noise before. He knows where his mind goes.
Heat unrelated to his fire starts to flicker in Dew’s gut. He sends a prayer Down Below in thanks that there’s a tray in his lap and that Swiss is not looking, and moves on to the second piercing.
One by one they go in, Swiss doing his very best to sit still as one of the more sensitive places on his body pinches and stings and aches. The air smells of cinnamon and spice, and Dew swallows hard and keeps his hands steady.
They look good, beautiful, glinting in the light. Swiss’s chest heaves, teeth grit and staring determinedly at the opposite wall. Dew sets the needle down on the tray. “There. Took it like a champ,” Dew says, rubbing Swiss’s tense shoulder. He tries so hard to ignore the way Swiss’s noises had gone straight to his cock. That each gasp and grunt had been his doing.
“Fuck,” he hisses, rolling his neck. Something crackles and Dew winces in sympathy. He turns to look, Dew letting go of his tail so he can see the work, cocking his head like a dog. “Oh, shit, thank you.”
Dew grins crookedly. “Course,” he rumbles. His eyes drop, Swiss’s noises still echoing in the back of his mind. To his delight, there is an unmistakable bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans. His eyebrow slowly raises. “I see.’
Swiss chirps, confused, before following Dew’s gaze with a hiss. His ears pin back for a moment, the jewelry there jingling. “Hey, it’s sensitive, don’t blame me.”
“Didn’t think that it was gonna get you off,” Dew teases, ducking out of the way as Swiss grabs at the tray hiding the evidence of his own arousal. “Freak.”
Swiss is bigger than him, arms longer, and it’s not long before Swiss snatches it away. His eyes gleam as he stares at Dew’s dick. There’s even a wet spot starting to form without even having been touched once. “And you got off on doin’ it. So guess we’re both freaks.”
Dew laughs, even as a sunset blush starts to spread over the high points of his face. “Fair enough. Shouldn’t leave us hanging, anyways. C’mere.”
Summary: I just wanted to write Alpha piercing himself and cumming about it. Sorry.
Rating: NSFW / MDNI
Word Count: 841
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A pain kink, that's all it was.
That's all Alpha had figured it was anyway. He'd learned to pierce not long after being summoned. It was a partial curiosity that he thought would be fleeting, just another way to customize his human vessel that he now occupied; he hadn't anticipated it to be something he hadn't yet put a name to.
The first few were simple, harmless, as it were. A lobe here, his lip was next, and then it worked its way deeper. Pushing the needles through his skin just to feel the sharp sting. Without the intention of adding a hoop or barbell, though that often ended up being the case.
And so, that's how he ended up here, knees spread on the mattress, breath coming in short bursts as he threaded the second barbell through the underside of his cock. It twitched, pulsing, making him shiver.
The first had been an experiment, a slow descent into the craving he barely understood. The second, a confirmation. The third he had in mind was where it started to teeter on indulgence.
Alpha's hands were steady, precise; they always were with this, though the rest of him was a mess, his thighs twitching and his cock leaking a steady stream of pre onto the rumpled sheets beneath him.
His body was so wound up that he was certain he wasn't far from spilling. He bit down on his lip, the ring through it clicking against the enamel of his teeth, just enough to stifle the low groan curling in his throat as he pushed the needle through again, just under the second barbell.
Fuck.
The pain burned, sharp at first, then dulled into a throbbing, intoxicating heat that settled deep in his stomach. His free hand twisted in the sheets, breath coming ragged as he reached for the jewelry. The cool metal rolling in his fingers was grounding, his mind momentarily focused on twisting the barbell into place.
As soon as it was secured, the full weight of sensation crashed down on him. His whole body was alight, nerves on fire, pleasure twisting with pain so sweet it was almost unbearable. His fingers curled around the base of his cock, more reflex than intent, trying to push the feeling down, and he knew if he so much as breathed the wrong way, he’d be gone.
He let out a slow, shuddering breath, trying to calm himself. Trying and failing. His hips twitched, sensitivity spiking as his own touch sent a shock through his system. It would take barely anything to tip him over the edge now, the piercing still throbbing, still fresh.
Alpha's fingers brushed over the fresh piercing, testing the soreness, a ragged moan tearing from his throat at the sensation. He was so fucking close. The sheets beneath him were already ruined, his body tense, and his mind foggy with a mix of pain and pleasure that had him shaking.
The fourth was the one that did it.
Alpha had barely steadied his breathing from the third; the dull throb lingered, a quiet pulse under his skin, and he lined the needle up for the next. Now his fingers started to tremble ever so slightly; whether it was from adrenaline or anticipation, he wasn't sure. The sharp tip hovered, just grazing the skin under the last barbell, and he swallowed hard, sucking in a slow breath before pressing forward.
The pain was sharper than the last one, instantly white-hot and searing, slicing through his nerves like a live wire. His body jolted hard, muscles clenching as his thighs trembled. The needle was only halfway through when the coil in his gut snapped and his breath left him in a sharp, broken gasp as the pleasure crashed over him, sudden and overwhelming. He shuddered violently, hips jerking up as his cock pulsed against his hand, orgasm ripping through him with brutal intensity.
His vision blurred at the edges, a heady mix of pleasure and pain intertwining so tightly he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. The needle was still threaded through his cock, his grip on the metal faltering as he rode out every last wave.
Holy fuck.
It took Alpha a long moment to come back to himself, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths. He felt wrecked, overstimulated, his skin dampened with a thin layer of sweat, and the room was silent save for his ragged breathing, the sharp scent of metal bringing him back to his senses fully.
And he still had to finish threading the barbell through.
His cock twitched at the thought, even though every nerve in him was now screaming with oversensitivity. A shaky, breathless laugh left him.
Finally, with a shaky exhale, he forced himself to move, to finish threading the barbell into place with trembling fingers, a brief thought of just how fucked up this situation was playing through his mind.
And yet, he was already thinking about the next one.
Oboro spent weeks convincing Aizawa to get an ear piercing. He soon caved and Oboro took a sewing needle and gave him a piercing in the back of math class, but they got caught and were told to stop
Oboro never got around to giving him one on the other ear before he died
Years later, Aizawa never got the other ear done, and often wears a small hoop in his one peirced ear. It's a little off-center - just like what you'd expect from an inexperienced teenager using his mom's sewing needle - but he loves it regardless
A little gift from his friend that he'll have forever
