#it was no worse than having my earlobes pierced if I had to compare it to another one

[ghoul--doodle]

How much did the septum hurt? I kinda want one but I’m nervous lol

ALSO I will warn you- it DOES make your eyes water like crazy but that’s perfectly normal

[buckyownsmylife]

Touch-A Touch-A Touch me - Part II - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where you get back to Professor Stan’s apartment and he’s not behaving like you’re used to.

Warnings: smut, pwp, professor-student relationship (both legal), dominant relationship, jealousy, begging, dirty talk, ice play, insecure! Seb, secret relationship, sir kink, spanking (briefly), sex with clothes on while partner is naked

A/N: Okay, you guys! Here it is! This is the second part to my Sebastian Stan Professor AU that I promised I’d do and that the sweet @godohammers encouraged me to write! You don’t need to read that one to understand this, but if you want, here it is! I hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

As I made my way into his apartment, I felt like my skin was on fire from all the desire I had boiling inside of me. It was like this every time I had to deal with Sebastian’s eyes on me for any amount of time. Knowing that he had done precisely that all throughout the evening - not to mention the little episode we shared inside the bathroom - had made me wetter than I cared to admit.

Having to spend all night apart from him was terrible. Having to take a separate cab to go back to his place was awful. But nothing was worse than bursting through his door to find him quietly sipping on a glass of scotch, piercing eyes connected to mine, but otherwise absolutely silent.

“C’mon, baby, please…” I had been begging for the last fifteen minutes, but still, nothing. He had ordered me to strip and relieved me of the agony the fabric of the dress was prompting as it brushed against my hardened nipples, but now I was being faced with a different type of torture. Being spread out for him over his mattress while he quietly watched as my wetness gathered over my pussy, until it was slowly dripping from me onto the bed.

He hadn’t even touched me. And he hadn’t allowed me to touch myself either. I was a mess and all from the effect he caused on me, simply by his staring.

My desperate whine must have prompted him to approach, or maybe it was because he had finally finished his drink. All I knew is that suddenly he had pulled me by the back of my head so our lips could connect in a kiss that was all fire and tongue and I was already on the edge just from this little bit of contact.

God, I needed him.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he pointed out after he let me go, pushing me back into the bed. He carefully made his way around the mattress, still not climbing into it, just staring with a piercing attention at my body. “Who made you this wet?” He asked, collecting some of my wetness with two of his long fingers, before rubbing them together. The touch was so light, barely there, but it fed the fire in my lower stomach, making me gasp in excitement. “Was it Tom?”

The question made me freeze. Who the fuck was Tom?

Then, suddenly, I remembered. And it all made sense.

“You’re jealous,” I noted. “Of professor Hardy?” Sebastian didn’t say anything, opting instead to turn his back to me and walk towards his now empty glass. Except it wasn’t empty, I was suddenly made aware as he came back to me after having scooped up a single piece of ice.

He still didn’t say anything as he held it above my body, letting it drip just between my breasts. The coldness surprised me, even if I thought I was prepared for it. I gasped, my breasts bouncing as I convulsed, my nipples screaming out for attention.

That made him smile.

“So I can still get such a reaction from you, huh?” The answer was obvious, but at least now I knew where the question was coming from. Underneath that cold exterior, I could now see the insecurity in his eyes. Sometimes I forgot that it was hard for him too, having to keep this relationship a secret. But I was more than eager to help remind him that I was his, and that’s what I wanted to be for as long as he wanted me.

“You can always get this reaction from me, sir. Only you.” It was clearly the right thing to say, by the way he rewarded me with a quick kiss on the lips that honestly only left me wanting more. But then the ice was deposited just above my belly button and down, down, down it went, until it met another type of wetness, the one I was producing. After quickly rubbing it over my throbbing clit, he pushed it inside of me, right where I had been desperate for his touch. “Seb… Seb, please, please fuck me…” I begged, but my only answer was a spank to my clit with the hand that wasn’t otherwise occupied.

“I’m not in the mood to play games, doll.” Crying out, I instinctively tried to move my hips so his fingers would provide me with at least some of the friction I so desperately desired.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I scrambled to rectify it. “Please, sir… Please, fuck me.” Although he didn’t immediately answer, his eyes never strayed from mine, and his hand kept moving, giving me at least the tiniest bit of pleasure. Still, it could never compare to how it felt to have him inside of me.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he granted me a tiny nod, but his face never showed any emotion, remaining in that same distant demeanor I had found when I first entered his apartment. I had no idea what his acquiescence meant, but I was desperate to find out.

“Do you want to cum tonight?” He asked, his voice not betraying any of the emotions that would help me understand what was going on inside his head. But I knew the answer he wanted to hear.

“Yes, please, sir.” I immediately nodded, licking my lips at the prospect of having him inside of me, filling me up, stretching me out like he always did. No matter how many times he fucked me, it was always the tiniest bit uncomfortable when he first pushed in, but I had come to cherish that immediate sensation and now constantly craved for it.

“Then beg for my cock. Assure me it’s the only one you want. Remind me you’re mine and only mine.” He had unbuckled his trousers while speaking, and his cock was now tightly secured in his fist, that travelled up and down his length while he stared down at my naked body. 

“I am,” my response came without any need to think about it. “God, I’m all yours, sir. Mind, body and soul. No one can make me feel the way that you do. Please, please fuck me. I feel so empty without you inside of me.” For the first time that night, his lips twitched up, betraying how my words had really affected him. 

In a second, he made his way over to me, still not properly undressing, but that was the least of my concerns. At least now I had him between my legs, his weight pressing me down, his warmth seeping into my skin even through the layers of his three-piece suit.

Seb’s P.O.V.

“I love you so much,” I muttered against her neck as I fused us together. The welcoming gasp she let out every single time I thrusted into her was like music to my ears. “You are everything to me, baby girl.”

Little moans of pleasure escaped her delicious lips as she accepted my declarations and the movement of my hips as I tried to find that one spot that made her eyes roll back. When I did, she gasped again, one of her arms coming around my shoulders to hug me closer to her. 

“I-I love you too, sir,” she managed to admit, although she could barely open her eyes as I continued to passionately fuck her against the mattress. I wasn’t completely satisfied with her words, however, and I let her know by biting on her earlobe.

“No sir anymore, darling. Just me. Tell me you love me, c’mon. I wanna hear you say my name.” The vulnerability in my tone made her open her eyes to stare up at me, her lips still somewhat open from the sounds she couldn’t stop releasing.

“I love you, Seb,” she said, her eyes connected with mine like our bodies were, no hesitation in her declaration. The moment became too much for me. The sight of the woman that I loved underneath me, telling me she felt the same way, the feeling of her wet, tight walls clenching around me… I came with a strangled groan, my knees failing to keep me up as she screamed my name when my spurts of cum caused her to reach her high too.

We stayed there for a long while, just silently basking in each other’s warmth, while Y/N caressed my hair and I thought long and hard about the evening we had shared. “I’m sorry,” I decided to come out with it sooner than later.

“For what?” She asked, stopping her movements, which allowed me to push myself away from her chest to look her in the eye.

“For being a jealous asshole. For being blinded by Tom’s interest in you and letting it get to me. I never really thought you’d reciprocate his feelings, I was just… scared. I don’t want to lose you.” Y/N opened up a smile at my words, but her eyes seemed somewhat saddened by them.

“You’re never going to lose me, Seb. I love you.” She pushed herself to lean on her elbows, so she could kiss my forehead briefly. “Besides, Professor Hardy is nowhere near as hot as you.”

That made me laugh out loud, and just like that, the cloud of anxiety that had been weighing me down was pushed away, ignored and forgotten by the incredible caring power of my girlfriend.

“I’m not so sure your friends would be completely in agreement with you,” I argued, but she simply shook her head, strands from her hair sticking to her sweaty skin. She had a determined look on her face that begged me to take whatever she was going to say very seriously.

“They have terrible taste in everything, including men. Please don’t use them as any sort of standard of judgment, or you will be embarrassed by it.” Her words were so honest that I knew there was a story behind it. Already laughing, I managed to ask, “You’re talking from a personal experience, darling?”

She looked at me with wide eyes, like she was suddenly brought back from some difficult memories by my question. “Yes,” she admitted, but immediately added, “Please don’t make me elaborate on that.”

With another hearty laugh, I hugged her to my chest, squeezing her as hard as I could, thankful to whatever God was in charge that we had managed to find each other. “Of course, baby girl. Let’s talk about better things, tell me you love me again.” This time, it was her laugh that filled the room and my heart, and with that loving sound in my life, I was sure I’d be able to overcome any obstacle that might appear in my way - even if it was another suitor interested in her caresses. Because I knew the only person who would ever received them would be me.

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Can I have Risotto x female reader Nsfw dub-con :3 Also if you write about kinks can you add breeding kink & size kink please if not it’s okay. Also reader is a Squadra member

Is it getting hot in here? Thank you for the lovely request, dear Anon, it was a pleasure to write! Risotto Nero is a man of many kinks and talents, and I would love to explore him further in the future. I hope you will like this piece! (Trigger warnings for dub-con, breeding kink and size kink)

Distraction (Risotto Nero x fem!reader)

When you got into Passione, you started working in a finance team, doing some paperwork, some laundering here and there, occasional transactions to nonexistent businesses in far countries. It only made sense, as you had experience as an accountant, and your family was in debt. You liked your job, it was mundane enough and easy to talk about in family gatherings without them being suspicious that you were working for the mafia.

You were never supposed to witness an initiation test gone wrong, neither black out for days from an unbearably sharp pain in your stomach right after, but you did. You were never supposed to gain a stand only suitable for killing, hell, you weren’t even supposed to learn about stands at all, yet here you are, 3 months later, as a full blown member of La Squadra Ezecuzioni, nervously waiting at your capo’s door, after he asked for a meeting.

When you were assigned to Risotto Nero’s team of hardened assassins, you were positive that you got the opportunity of a lifetime. The work itself didn’t really bother you, it was just a job after all, and you enjoyed the privileged position belonging to this team gave you. Working for the Boss directly, while running with a gang of such experienced and attractive men was something you thought you would only see in movies. The capo himself seemed equally enthusiastic about your arrival at first. A young, small framed, almost fragile woman with a stand as deadly as any of his men’s had piqued his interest, and he was quick to announce that you will train directly with him in your first weeks. This only made sense, as Prosciutto was training Pesci with full attention, despite the latter’s questionable talent, Sorbet and Gelato were a package deal, and the others preferred to work alone, and honestly, none of them would have been suitable for the task.

However, Risotto’s behaviour towards you seemed to change after two or three weeks, and you couldn’t help but notice, how impatient he was getting with you, snapping at you for more and more insignificant things every day. Move faster, wear more camouflage, don’t bend over like this, don’t wear your hair like that, it’s no wonder that you were getting frustrated and messing up more frequently.

Today was no different, he just stormed out and left you alone with the target, and you were trying to figure out what you did wrong during the painfully long way back to the base you both spent in complete silence. Once back, you slid between Illuso and Formaggio on the sofa, and eased yourself by putting your legs up on one’s lap, and your head on another’s, when Risotto suddenly slammed his fist on the coffee table and sprung up from his favourite chair.

- My office, in fifteen minutes - his eyes almost burned a hole in your skull. - Don’t you dare to be late.

The silence was suffocating after he stormed out of the common area. Your teammates exchanged some looks, but when you started eyeing them pleadingly, they all seemed to find something very interesting on the floor. Speaking of the floor, you wished it would just open and swallow you wholly. You were sure that you were about to be fired, or even worse, and the others weren’t of any help either, so you decided to get over with it, and left the room without a word.While it felt like time has stopped altogether, you were sure it was exactly 15 minutes when you heard a metallic click from the lock, so you took a deep breath and entered the room. The office, if we call it as one, was dimly lit by that one table lamp with the clouded glass, that stood on Risotto’s desk in the far end from the door. You almost let yourself smile, as you were still amazed by how Risotto used his terrifying and dangerous stand for everyday things.

- Come here. I don’t have the whole night for that.

Your capo didn’t even look up from the papers and dossiers in front of him, but you could tell, that he was even more tense than usual.

- It cannot go on like this - he started in a low, cold voice.

- What exactly?

- Oh you know what exactly! - he barked out loud and jumped up from his chair at the same time. - The way you behave on missions… Damn, you are making it impossible to focus, and I’m sure you do it on purpose. Today, I had to leave the scene, because of you. That is not how we work here! - He stressed every word in the last sentence.

You couldn’t decide if it was a joke at first, but when your surprised expression made him boil with anger even more, you understood that he was dead serious. His booming voice sent shivers down your spine, but most parts of you were genuinely scared as he slowly stepped closer and closer to you.

- With all due respect, capo, if it’s so distracting to work with me, why don’t you just pair me up with someone else? - you didn’t even try to hide the trembling in your voice anymore.

- That is not an option. I don’t want my men to look at you and feel the same during missions.

He lowered his voice to almost a breathe as he towered over you, uncomfortably close. His smell of cologne and musk, with a slight hint of iron and whisky already filled your senses, causing a tingle all over your skin. You finally met his eyes, and while shifting your weight from one leg to another, you wondered if it was always this hot in the office. You tried to figure out his emotions from his piercing crimson gaze, but Risotto Nero was not a man too easy to read. You swallowed loudly.

- So… you want to fire me?

- No - he said firmly. - I want to fuck you.

 Your feet stuck to the ground, your eyes widened in surprise, and you didn’t want to admit it, but the pooling hotness in your core almost made you consider his offer. Except that you knew that it wasn’t an offer.

- This is not what I signed up for - you turned around to reach for the doorknob, only to hear the familiar click of the lock. 

Risotto put his hands on the door beside your head, blocking all ways of escaping. You didn’t even notice before what a giant he was compared to you. You knew you were already defeated.

Sleeping with your direct superior is unprofessional at best, and has grave consequences at worst. Yet still, it would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about it. You lost counts of the nights when you were tossing and turning unable to sleep, thinking about his body, all those hard muscles under the leather attire, with his name escaping your lips among soft moans, as you were touching yourself while fantasizing about him using his immense strength against you. A part of you knew that this is exactly the situation where you could make those wet dreams come true, yet you tried to keep reminding yourself how this is a terrible idea. 

Your overthinking came to a sudden end when Risotto’s lips aggressively crashed against yours, immediately forcing his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you hungrily, and understanding how much he has been holding back before, you gave up all your defenses. Your pulse was echoing in your ears, and the throbbing between your legs begged for his touch only. Your body betrayed you, and you returned the kiss with a passion matching his, making him let out a lustful groan when you bit his lower lip.

Breaking the contact for a second, Risotto looked up and down on you with eyes full of hunger and need, and caressed down your sides, making you shiver under his touch. You couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were, and how tiny you felt compared to him. This man could easily break you, in more ways than one, you realized when your eyes caught on the huge bulge in his striped pants. He noticed your concern and smirked.

- I am not going to hurt you - he assured, then leaned close to your ears to whisper. - But don’t you dare to forget, that I could if I wanted to.

With that, as if he sensed that you couldn’t go on with teasings only, Risotto hooked his hands under your thighs, and lifted you up to his level, running your skirt up your stomach in the process. With your back against the door, you immediately clutched your legs around his waist, even though he could easily support your weight with even one hand. Your lips joined together once more, this time slower and deeper, but he soon broke the kiss to explore your neck, your earlobe and your collarbone, leaving marks and bites on the way. The first, carnal moan left your lips as he started grinding his hips into yours, his straining erection against your soaking wet underwear giving you the friction you craved. Risotto broke the trail of kisses on your neck to whisper in your ear, his voice low and raspy from lust.

- You know I’d love to try out that smart little mouth of yours, to watch you kneeling in front of me, pulling your hair while you are sucking on my cock - your eyes rolled backwards, and you got dizzy visualising his words, feeling your heartbeat in your center. You almost started begging for him to put you down and use your mouth as he would please, when he continued. - But I cannot wait any longer. I want you now.

And then, Risotto drove one of his huge, strong hands to your aching core, caressing you through the soft fabric. He tried to pull the underwear aside, but if he was just half as hazy from the lust as you were, it made sense how he just got frustrated with it instead. With an annoyed grunt, he grabbed the soaked thong, and ripped it off you with one, practised flick of his wrist. You were way past the point to make any remarks, or protest when he used the same hand to free himself from the restraint of his pants. The tip of his rock hard cock touched your entrance as he gave himself a few good strokes, and you inhaled sharply when he pushed inside of you with one, swift motion. Risotto cursed under his breath between low grunts, but you couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the new feeling of being stretched out more than you have ever been before. When he slowly started moving in and out of you, you couldn’t help but imagine how visibly your stomach could be bulging from his huge member. This thought sent more chills right down to the forming knot in your stomach, and you unwittingly clenched your walls around his cock. Risotto took this as a sign that you got used to his sheer size, and he started thrusting faster, setting an aggressive pace, while he resumed ravaging your neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. The thought of having bruises from him, being marked by him turned you on even more, if that was possible. With his strong hands cupping and squeezing your ass with such ferocity that you knew will leave a print, your capo started moving your body up and down along his length, like you were weightless, like you were nothing more than his personal toy. Now it was your time to go for a kiss, and you savoured every moment of your tongues chasing each other, while muffling your moans and heavy panting. Your head was spinning, as you were getting closer and closer to the edge among the obscene orchestra of your laboured breaths and sweaty skin slapping together, when Risotto suddenly pulled you away from the wall and approached the other end of the room, his cock still throbbing inside you.

- I changed my mind - he groaned, sweeping all paperwork off his desk, and gently laying you on its stead. 

He easily moved your legs up to his shoulders, and with your thighs flat against your chest, he started plunging into you deeper than you thought it was possible.

 - I want to make you all mine, and mine only - his breathing got more ragged, his pace got faster with the rhythm falling apart more and more at each thrust, and while you were trying to savour the sensation of being used by someone of his size, you knew that he was also getting close. When you thought you cannot take it anymore, he reached between your feverish bodies, and started working your clit with his thumb.

- I want to put a baby in you - he hissed in your ear. - I want to fill you up to the brink with my seed a million times, and even more if that’s what it takes. I want to see you bearing my child, as you will bear all other marks of my love. I want you to know who you belong to. Do you understand?

Risotto knew all too well, that you wouldn’t be able to answer his question. His cock relentlessly ramming into you and his proficient fingers drawing shapes between your overstimulated folds would have already been enough for you to come undone, but his words finally sent you over the edge. The hotness forming in your stomach now spread across your whole body, making you lose all your senses for seconds. You had no idea how loud were you screaming his name as you let your orgasm wash through you with your back arched, and nails digging into his skin. You regained your sight and hearing just in time, when he started rutting into you even faster, until all his muscles tensed up, and he finished inside you with a deep, animalistic groan. Just as he promised, you could feel the ropes of cum filling your inside, with your walls still tightened around him until he rode out his climax before collapsing on top of you.

You spent the next minute or so in the same position, looking each other in the eye and panting heavily, trying to soak in the sensation of what you just did. When your breathing steadied a bit, he pulled himself out of you, after placing a surprisingly soft kiss on your forehead.

- Don’t move - he said in a warm tone, with a tired but reassuring smile. - Otherwise it was all in vain and we have to start over.

- Yeah, that would be terrible, I better not risk that - you smiled back as he scuffled to the other end of the room for some paper towels.

You were not supposed to sleep with your capo, let alone lay spread out on his desk, watching the ceiling, his cum still seeping out of you after moaning his name so many times as if it was a prayer, and so loud that it surely didn’t go unnoticed by your teammates. Did you mess up any of the important dossiers of the next missions? Did you mess up your reputation as a hitman? You couldn’t care less. You were the pretty little fucktoy of your capo, and hopefully soon the mother of his children as well.

[vickypoochoices]

Most Girls - The Party Girl.

Note: This chapter contains references to an eating disorder, just a heads up to skip the ending if that's likely to affect you. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter.

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PREVIOUS.

Waking up the next morning, Violet groaned loudly. I can't show my face there again, not after last night.

Checking her phone, she noticed she had eleven missed calls from Chris. She was surprised he wasn't already at her front door checking on her. Seconds later, a gentle tap at her bedroom door startled her.

Burying herself under the covers, she let out a muffled "Come in."

"You can't hide forever you know. Not from me." Hearing Chris's voice, she poked her head over the top.

"I was wondering when you'd get here."

He grinned, checking his watch.

"I've actually been here an hour now. You know how much your Mum likes to talk."

Violet snorted under the covers, rolling away from him.

"I'm pretty sure if my Mum had the chance she'd have adopted you years ago."

Chris shrugged as he jumped next to her on to the bed.

"What can I say? I'm a charmer. Any chance of some covers over here?"

"None for you Christopher Powell. Stay away from my mother." She turned to him, eyes narrowed, then giggled, lifting the covers just an inch.

Nestling under the covers, he laid on his back, hands tangled together supportively behind his head. Violet on her side, curled in towards his body. At some point over the last six years they'd slipped into this comfortable routine.

"So it was nice knowing you, I hope it doesn't take you too long to find a new best friend." She nudged him playfully.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." Noticing her eyebrows arch upwards he backtracked a little. "Okay, it might not have gone great, but I bet everyone will have forgotten about it by Monday. Besides, you realise you are stuck with me for the rest of eternity so there's no way you can go anywhere."

"Like you'd even notice I was gone. You, Sir, have aquired friends in high places, and the looks to make yourself one of those popular jerks." She tried to say it in jest, but Chris knew her better than that.

"I wouldn't exactly call them friends. And you have my permission to slap me if I ever even think of becoming one of those jerks." Twisting his body towards her, he watched her as she seemed to stare straight past him.

"You okay?"

"I was just reliving last night. Unfortunately."

***

The previous night.

"You look great, I mean it." Chris gave her hand a brief encouraging squeeze as she nervously compared herself to all the girls surrounding her.

Violet had worn a floaty floral summer dress, which was in fact the only dress she owned. She'd worn it to her baby cousin's christening a few years ago and then forgotten all about it. It actually fit her better now than it did back then, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling self conscious and out of place in anything other than jeans and a baggy jumper, her every day go to outfit.

It seemed a congregation of girls were surrounding Violet and Chris. All in tiny dresses or barely there skirts, sky high heels none of them could walk in, face full of make up and perfect hair. The group closest to them caught her eye as they kept nudging each other and looking in their direction.

"I think you've got yourself some admirers Mr Powell."

Chris whirled around without thinking, causing the gaggle of girls to giggle, one even blowing a kiss to him and winking.

When he turned back to Violet she realised he was blushing furiously.

"Go." She said simply.

"What?"

"You heard me. You didn't come to this party to babysit me. I want you to enjoy yourself."

Chris looked at her bewildered.

"I'm enjoying myself with you." Chris found his head turning despite himself.

"That's it. Get over there. I'm sick of watching you lust over them." She pushed him firmly in the direction of the girls. Knowing he'd protest, she swiftly made her escape, wandering over to a table full of drinks.

Standing with her back to the table, she took one last chance to check that Chris hadn't followed her. She found him surrounded by the girls, his cheeks visibly red, even from the other side of the room. As much as she hated the idea of being a complete loner at the first party she'd ever been invited to, she knew she had to do it for Chris.

He'd come a long way in a short space of time. Since he took up football he'd gained a fair few new friends, and naturally all the girls were after him. Violet couldn't help but feel she was holding him back, and so tonight she had to let him fly the nest. The downside to that was she was now stuck in the corner all by herself.

Violet startled as she felt someone snake their arms around her waist. She could feel the panic rising up within seconds.

"Well hey there pretty lady. Don't you scrub up well?" Ryan whispered closely in her ear, his fingers clumsily digging in, almost painfully. He was so close she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

All the while the little voice in Violet's head was going in to overdrive. He can feel my love handles. I feel huge stood next to him. I must look like a whale in this dress.

"I see you've found the good stuff." He gestured to the table of drinks behind her.

"Thanks to my older sister. It's her party really. Our parents are away for the weekend, left her in charge coz she's the mature adult. So they think, they'd flip if they ever found out." He licked at Violet's earlobe, making her stomach lurch.

Feeling a desperate need to put space between them, she practically lunged at the table, squirming away from him. Picking up a cup with a shaky hand, she sipped at the fruity concoction timidly. She had no intention of drinking tonight, God knows how many calories were in a glass of this! But she was grateful for the momentary distraction from Ryan's prying hands.

Ryan didn't seem fazed by her sudden movements, instead he stood watching her, a grin plastered across his face.

"Help yourself to as much as you want!" He stumbled forward slightly but Violet suddenly found her feet, escaping as quickly as possible, terrified he'd make another move.

In her haste to get away she walked slap bang into someone, spilling half the contents of her cup all over them.

"Are you serious?" A disgruntled shriek pierced through Violet's ears, and she found herself close to cowering in front of a girl with long red hair, her brown eyes fiercely locked onto Violet's.

"I...I'm so sorr..."

"I don't want to hear it! Who even are you and what are you doing in my house?" The girl seethed.

Realising she must be Ryan's sister, Violet struggled through a response, barely keeping it together at all.

'Your brother..."

She hissed out a laugh, lips curling in a cruel little snarl afterwards.

"Oh you are too precious! You really think Ryan is interested in you? Have you seen yourself? Take a look around babe, you aren't even in the same league as the rest of us. My brother isn't completely desperate, but when he is I'll be sure to send him in your direction."

Head pounding and tears springing to her eyes, Violet hurried away. Ryan's sister would not get the satisfaction of seeing her come undone. Violet had absolutely no interest in Ryan at all, she'd literally just run away from him! But somehow those words still stung.

Pushing her way through the crowd, she ended up in a plush bathroom upstairs. Dropping to her knees before she could even take a second to think, Violet's fingers found their way into her mouth, reaching for the back of her throat. As she heaved, her mind started racing. Unwanted fingers digging into unwanted excess flesh. The smell of alcohol. Loner. Different league to all the other girls. Desperate. Disgusting. Not like most girls.

Her fingers came away from her mouth, but her body had taken over now, unable to stop everything possible from coming up. With her head still firmly down the toilet, she flinched as she felt someone wrap their arms too tightly around her from behind.

"Lightweight much?"

Pulling away from the toilet and dabbing at her face, she was shocked to see Ryan gripping her tightly.

"You can borrow my toothbrush if you want. Then we'll take this to my room."

Just when she thought her night couldn't get any worse, it did. It all happened so quickly there was nothing Violet could do to stop it. One minute she was staring at Ryan, feeling physically sick at the thought of going anywhere near his bedroom with him. The next, she was literally physically sick, all over him. She'd never hear the end of this on Monday morning!

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so i kind of wanted to dump a bunch of stuff about my piercings down for my own reference or for anyone who’s looking into getting anything similar to mine. feel free to shoot me any questions if you’re curious! just remember i’m only speaking from my own experience

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Standard Earlobe Piercings - c. 2013???

I honestly don’t remember much about these because it’s been five years. I got them done for my birthday and made EVERY POSSIBLE MISTAKE I COULD HAVE. Do not do what I did.

1) I went to Claire’s and had them done with a piercing gun.

2) I did not clean them properly.

3) I picked a small metal stud to save on money, which got stuck inside my left earlobe after the back got pushed on too tight. I actually had to go to the ER and get my ear cut open to remove the jewelry because it got infected so bad. To this day, only my right ear is pierced. I made so many stupid mistakes with my ears-- THANKFULLY I learned.

Actually getting it done: I don’t remember much, but I do remember dizzily stumbling around the mall. Embarrassing.

I tried to stretch my ears later, too, but I didn’t go through with it. My ear is currently at a comfortable 16g with a 10mm horseshoe in it (mostly out of laziness)

Septum Piercing - December 27th, 2016

Getting it done: I initially drove halfway across the state to my mom’s favourite piercer, only to be turned down because their insurance wouldn’t take me (my mom and I don’t have matching last names and I was under 18). So the next day, because my mom is friends with him, he drove down to my house at like 10pm and pierced my nose while I was sitting on the kitchen table.

Pain-wise, I barely felt the needle go through. I’d had a friend say that it was very painful, so I think this one really varies by the skill of your piercer and just the anatomy of your nose. However, the drop in adrenaline was a kick in the metaphorical balls. I got really dizzy and nearly fainted afterward, so the piercer made me drink a cold coke (NOT diet) and I was pretty okay afterward.

Talking will tug on it a bit and it’ll be sore for a while. Sometimes you might catch it on your shirt when you’re changing and you’ll want to die. Right now I wear a 16g 12mm horseshoe or clicker ring, but I have a lot of different jewelry for my nose.

Labret Piercing - December 23rd, 2017

Getting it done: I had the same piercer who did my septum come by my house again. I probably should have rescheduled, because I just felt awful the day I had it done. I had a migraine and I was nauseous. 

This one hurt. A lot. It’s over fast, but I would definitely suggest you get your nose pierced or something before you go for a lip piercing. It was sort of strange though, because I could feel the needle rested on my teeth while he put the jewelry in. Fun. Now, I don’t know how much of this was the pain, or the migraine, but once he’d put the stud in, I ran to the sink and threw up. It was very gross, but once I was done, I felt incredible. Still wouldn’t recommend getting a piercing when you’re sick though.

I could talk right after getting it done but I sounded kinda funny, since my lip swelled up a bit. Eating is an adventure, though-- I had to relearn how to do it to keep the back of the starter jewelry from catching on my teeth. However, once it healed up enough, I changed to a shorter stud and used bioplast instead of metal and it’s much more comfortable. I also used Tom’s mouthwash to keep it clean inside my mouth.

I tried wearings rings in it, and I couldn’t wear anything smaller than 12mm. I thought it was really uncomfortable and dried out my lips, so I couldn’t wear it for more than a few days. I think the discomfort shouldn’t be as much of a problem once it’s older. 

Currently I’m wearing  a 16g bioplast stud with a black opal front. Unfortunately I don’t know off the top of my head what length it is, but it’s significantly shorter than the starter jewelry. Also, while putting jewelry in my septum came really intuitively for me, this one takes a bit more practice.

Nostril Piercing - March 17th, 2018

This one is a week old today! It’s still pretty fresh and kind of sore. 

I went to a different piercer for this one, and it was a very different experience. This one took no time at all, and it was a walk in the park compared to my other piercings. Again, I had a friend who said that her nose piercings hurt a lot, so I think this one varies a bit person to person. I didn’t get dizzy or nauseous at all, and I had even brought a coke just in case I did lmao. The stinging afterward is worse than the piercing itself, but it’s definitely tolerable. 

Don’t take a nap right afterward, because you will wake up super groggy and think there’s a tickle in your nose and shove your finger up it without realising how bad of an idea this is first. Don’t do it.

This one seems to seep blood more than my other ones did, as I had to clean out dried blood out from under it for the first few days. (I’m wearing a flat disk-- to get underneath it when it’s still too sore to move, fold up a piece of toilet paper or paper towel into a triangle, dampen it with saline solution, and use the corner of it as a fine point)

I had no problem going out and doing stuff after this, although occasionally my nose would throb on the side that I got pierced which felt funny.

Future piercing plans: 

Left nostril

Industrial (?)

Tongue (?)

Nipples (after top surgery)

Belly button (??)

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Lucy Quinn Fabray | April 30 | 26 | Dallas, TX | Guitar for The Sirens | Santana Lopez

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Lucy Quinn Fabray was born to a life of which most people could only dream. The Fabray family was, after all, rich and beautiful. Her dad, Russell, was a partner of a major law firm in Dallas, Texas, and his wife, Judy, was the most beautiful woman in their country club, which was saying something. Of course, Lucy knew from a young age that their marriage was far from the picture perfect ideal they showed the rest of the world, but she also knew not to say that. The world didn’t need to know that Judy drank or that Russell worked mysteriously late hours some nights. It just wasn’t what good, Christian people like her family talked about. Ever.

Oh, and there was one more member of her family: her older sister Frannie.

Frannie...well, Frannie was nice, really, even if she initially resented Lucy for ruining her only child status. And Lucy has always loved her sister, but it was hard growing up as the younger Fabray. Everything Lucy did, Frannie did first, and due to the age difference, she was doing even more important things than her baby sister. When Lucy got straight check pluses in kindergarten, Frannie got elected president of her class. When Lucy had her first school dance in fifth grade, Frannie won Prom Queen. The only thing she ever got to do that Frannie did was band. Her school made everyone play an instrument or sing in fifth grade, a policy they started after Frannie had left. Lucy took a liking to it rather quickly and became fascinated by making music. She easily made first chair, but her parents weren’t really amazed by it, especially not with Frannie getting her Ivy League acceptances. It was a relief when Lucy started middle school and Frannie went to college (Harvard, of course), since at least she wouldn’t constantly be overshadowed.

The other thing that made being Frannie’s little sister hard was that she was...well, Lucy. While Frannie grew up slim and svelte and with naturally blonde hair, puberty turned Lucy into a brunette, chubby, glasses-wearing, awkward loser. At school, everyone called her “Lucy Caboosey” and she was constantly picked on. It made her develop a thick outer skin and made her start spending more time alone. She spent most of her free time playing her flute and reading books.

Eventually, Judy made Lucy sign up for dance classes and put her on a diet, since it seemed even a growth spurt didn’t help her lose weight. And somehow, that actually started to work. And as Lucy’s body trimmed down - and as she, frankly, got a bit obsessed with lowering that number on the scale - some of the teasing stopped. And for the first time, Lucy felt like she could actually be like the rest of her family. So after sixth grade, she started bleaching her hair and got contacts, and for her thirteenth birthday the next year, she begged and pleaded until her dad took her to a plastic surgeon and gave her a nose job. In eighth grade, she finally found the right medication to clear her skin. And for high school, Lucy got to transfer to a new school district and managed to convince her family, including her cousin Kitty Wilde, to call her by her middle name, Quinn.

The transformation was completed.

Quinn, of course, was totally different from Lucy at that point. Quinn still got straight As, of course, and still had parents who fought all the time, but she quit band and, instead, was the only freshman on the varsity cheerleading team. She was a Homecoming Princess, a member of the services club, and the founding member and president of the Celibacy Club. Quinn Fabray, after years of taunts and jeers thrown her way, was now the person throwing them, and Lucy Fabray was just a mere memory.

But at the end of her sophomore year, things collapsed.

Just a few months after Frannie’s perfect wedding, Russell ran off with his secretary, leaving Judy and Quinn alone with the house. She was his little girl, the apple of his eye, and yet he just left her, like it was so easy, like she wasn’t even worth staying around for. But that didn’t make sense. She was Quinn. She wasn’t Lucy. She was the perfect example of a Fabray. She had changed everything about herself to make her parents proud, to make him proud, and yet he still left. Quinn was devastated. 

To make matters worse, when her boyfriend (some football player she didn’t really even care about that much) comforted her, Quinn fell into bed with him in order to just stop thinking. That wasn’t the bad part, though. Well, yeah, he wasn’t that good and she didn’t really orgasm or anything, but that wasn’t what was bad. The bad part was when some girls at school spotted her buying Plan B the next day. No one believed Quinn’s insistence that it was her first time and that it was an accident; the whole school soon assumed the whole Chastity Princess deal had just been an act. Her reputation was ruined. Between her home just having her lush of a mom and her school full of kids calling her a slut, Quinn felt like she didn’t belong anywhere. The only person who seemed to still be there for her was Kitty, but she lived all the way in San Francisco.

So she spent a lot of time after that at church. Judy found a new one after the divorce to avoid judgment, and their new church had some college-aged youth minister who wanted to start a worship band. Since Quinn was there a lot, she figured she’d volunteer to at least sing back up or maybe set up instruments or find a way to play the flute, since she picked it back up (colleges loved musicians). But the minister ended up teaching her guitar. After a few months, she was confident enough to perform at the band’s first service. While her life had become a bit weird, she still felt some spiritual connection, and putting that in music was amazing.

Somehow that confidence spread throughout the rest of her, and she went back to school her junior year determined to do what Fabrays did best: win. So by the time she graduated, Quinn had become the captain of the cheerleading team, the founding member of the God Squad, president of National Honors Society, vice-president of the student body, and the school’s valedictorian, all while still playing Christian rock music in the basement of her church. Of course, her popularity never returned to her pre-Plan B level, and she never got that Homecoming or Prom Queen crown. Though that bothered her a bit (and she hated that it bothered her), Quinn was satisfied with her high school experience, but she was ready to get the hell out of Dallas.

She had applied almost exclusively to Ivies and a few other high profile schools. After some debate, she settled on going to one of her Ivy choices, Columbia University. If anything would be different from conservative Texas, it would be New York City.

♫ Now I’m letting go ♫

New York City turned out to be just what Quinn needed. Immediately upon moving into her dorm, Quinn found herself among people that were so unlike anyone she knew back home. All the women were defiant, worldly, and proud to be women. She ended up bonding with a lot of the women at Columbia’s sister school, Barnard, and took classes there when she could. Those classes introduced her to feminist texts from multiple points of view, all of them challenging her own feminist beliefs and developing her thoughts. She really lived up the college freshman experience that way, while doing other dumb freshman things, like experimenting with weird hair colors, cutting her hair, and getting piercings in places that weren’t her earlobes.

Of course, feminism and politics and hair colors weren’t the only thing Quinn experimented with. In yet another clichéd college experience, Quinn found herself kissing a girl and liking it. Really liking it. Kissing led to touching which led to clothes coming off and Quinn having her first real orgasm ever. And, okay, it freaked her out a little. Okay, a lot. But pieces of her life started to fall together as she realized that, holy shit, she was not straight. Those things she had thought and felt about other girls were not heterosexual. 

And while she wished she could say she took it in stride, she ended up feeling a lot of self loathing. She panicked and stopped talking to that girl, bleached her hair back to blonde, and tried to go back to “normal”. She couldn’t be gay or bi or anything because she was a Fabray and Fabrays are not gay. Quinn hated the whole Fabray brand, but if she wasn’t a Fabray, who the hell was she? And what would happen if her dad, who was paying her tuition to this very expensive school, ever found out? And was it wrong for her to want to still be on her dad’s good side despite the divorce and abandonment?

Quinn had a bit of a crisis and it got bad enough that she did another thing that wasn’t Fabray approved: therapy. Though it took a while for Quinn to open up, since she was a very private person, she eventually poured everything out to her doctor: how she felt inadequate compared to sister, how she always wanted her dad’s attention and how that possibly influenced her trying to get guys’ attention, how her mom drank, how she was attracted to girls...She told her therapist things that scared her and disgusted her about herself, and her therapist never even blinked. In fact, her therapist, while sympathetic, was direct about how she wasn’t completely alone. Through talking about it and realizing she was normal and not some freak of nature, Quinn started to get better. She let herself experiment more and focused on finding herself, not on living up to the last name she had. Of course, she was still stressing out a lot over school and needed some kind of release. So she may have slept with a few other girls to help, and maybe drank a bit too much and started to smoke. It wasn’t that bad, though, because she only smoked at parties. Or when she was really stressed.

What really got her interest, though, was a flyer for auditions for an all girl band. They needed a rhythm guitarist, and Quinn had honestly come to miss the confidence that came with playing live music. While she played a lot alone in her room, it was never the same as performing with a band. She probably wasn’t the best, but it was worth a shot, right?

She never expected to connect with the other girls as much as she did. After her audition, she talked with all of them and honestly felt connected to all of them right away. Marley Rose was sweet and funny, with this sassy side she loved. Kat Hummel was very similar, but also gushed with Quinn over her clothes and makeup. And Norah Puckerman...well, there was a connection there right away, and it wasn’t just a mental and emotional one.

The Sirens, the band name she suggested, quickly became her best form of release after hours of studying, and she also made some money with the gigs they kept getting. Eventually she graduated Bachelor of Arts in Women Studies a year before the rest of her band mates were scheduled to graduate. Quinn had planned on going straight to law school in the area in order to become an attorney focusing on women’s cases, but she ended up deferring her enrollment. After graduating summa cum laude, the idea of going straight to another intense program scared her. Also she honestly wasn’t sure she wanted to go to law school, either, not when the highlights of her days were writing and singing and hanging out with the other members of The Sirens.

Somehow she managed to get a job as a receptionist at a dental clinic, and it was enough to foot the bill for a studio apartment. It also provided some health insurance, which meant she could see her therapist for some sessions, though they weren’t as often as she liked. Still, Quinn was enjoying her life and truly felt like she was living the way she always wanted to.

Then Sabrina Smythe came to a show and things just got better.

Quinn threw herself into writing for the album, spending time at work writing out lyrics or coming up with chord progressions. Eventually she got to give her two weeks and, just a few weeks after she left, their first single came out to critical praise and commercial success, with the album following a similar fashion soon after. Now Quinn has an actual loving family with her bandmates and is successful and basically living the dream. She’s even started to accept her sexuality and came out to her bandmates (not that they were surprised, because, well, Norah, but more on that later) and even to Kitty.

But, of course, nothing’s perfect. And, even after years of therapy, Quinn still wants her family to approve of her, even though she still feels betrayed by her father. In order to do that, she’s a lot less honest to them than she is to her real family (her bandmates and Kitty). They don’t know about the little flask she keeps with her, the cigarettes she smokes when she’s stressed, and they definitely don’t know about her sexuality - or how she’s used it to her advantage in the past, but, again, more on that later. They see her tweets sometimes have Biblical captions and assume she’s spreading the good word. They assume she’s a virgin since, well, she hasn’t even dated a guy in years and only hangs out with girls (oops). For now, Quinn’s okay with that. After years of having to be the black sheep of the Fabray family as Lucy Q, Quinn is okay with pretending she’s still the perfect Fabray Girl™.

Oh, and that Lucy thing? Well, her bandmates know her real first name is Lucy, and she’s mentioned a few things about being a bit awkward and overweight as a kid. But Quinn’s not the most open person to begin with, even with her favorite people, so they don’t know the whole story. They don’t know how much she changed herself. They don’t know that the whole Quinn Fabray thing is someone she invented. They don’t know that they don’t know the real her.

They don’t know that she doesn’t really know who she is, either.

♫ I make my own choice ♫

Norah Puckerman: Norah’s like a cigarette; she provides physical release when Quinn’s stressed and Quinn has a hard time quitting. Quinn was automatically attracted to Norah from day one, and she could tell Norah felt the same way. After a few months in the band, a private rehearsal went from Norah helping Quinn on a fingering of a chord to Norah doing something much more pleasurable with those fingers. They constantly would resolve to stop, only to end up with the two of them stumbling to rehearsal together with mismatched buttons and messy hair. They managed to stop for a while when they started working on their debut album, but after the release and subsequent tour, weeks on the road brought them back to each other’s beds. Of course, it was clear from the get go that this was just about sex and desire, enough so they wrote a song about it. They finally stopped again, and the two have managed to get back to the “just friends” thing pretty easily. After all, they’ve always remained friends the whole time; they just don’t want to risk anything by feelings turning to more than friendly feelings. Quinn loves Norah with her whole heart and she knows the feeling’s mutual, but it’s for the good of the band...though they may have already slipped a few times before the tour has even started, though they’ve been better at keeping it a secret this time. And thank god Kat and Marley are going to help keep them separated on tour. 

Kat Hummel: Quinn truly admires Kat in several ways. Kat knows more about fashion and makeup than anyone and she can pick the perfect outfits for anyone’s style/body shape - and, god, don’t get Quinn started on her gift giving abilities. Not only that, but Kat is so confident in who she is that it’s insane. Quinn always felt like she had to be one way while growing up - hell, she still feels that way around her family - but Kat is always true to who she is and has even come out to the whole world with no problem. And while Quinn’s religious beliefs are a complicated subject on their own, Kat has always known what she’s believed in that area; they’ve actually had some interesting conversations on the subject. All of that and more are why Quinn’s glad that her cousin has bonded so much with Kat. Quinn has also received endless lectures on smoking and drinking from Kat, since she’s kind of the mother hen of the group. They’re annoying, though accurate and warranted.

Marley Rose: Ever since Quinn met Marley, she’s felt a bit protective over her. Yes, even before she knew about the eating disorder thing. Marley just gives off this sweet and kind vibe, and Quinn loves that about her. Of course, Quinn’s style of protection isn’t as intense as Norah and Kat’s, which is ridiculously suffocating. Seriously, how do they not realize how frustrated Marley is with them? Quinn’s kind of seen herself as the cool, older sister type with Marley, so she’s always felt protective in the sense that she wanted to be there when Marley got interested in things like drinking. She shouldn’t have to experience parties and the like alone. So now that Marley has said she wants to rebel a little, Quinn’s grinning from ear to ear. She’s more than happy to help her explore the world and get out of her comfort zone - and she’ll keep her safe while doing so. And now that Marley’s eating disorder seems to be affecting her again, Quinn can keep an eye on her without suffocating her, either. After all, Quinn knows what it’s like to hate your own body.

Kitty Wilde: Kitty is the only family member Quinn actually looks forward to seeing. While she feels a need to please her parents and sister, and while she loves her nieces, Kitty was always her favorite. They were as close as cousins who lived in different time zones could be. They’d see each other at least twice a year and spent several nights talking on the phone or instant messaging or texting. Kitty’s family was even super helpful during Quinn’s parents’ divorce, even thought Kitty’s mom is her dad’s sister, and Quinn was always there when Kitty needed to talk about the sexual assault she faced. So when Kitty sent Quinn some recordings of Divine Influence, Quinn was more than happy to pass the recordings to higher ups at the label. She’s thrilled for her cousin’s success and is excited to spend months with her on tour. However, she’s still nervous as to how Kitty will react to the “new” her, since once Quinn entered college they spent less time together. So they haven’t even spent much time together since Quinn came out to her. Kitty knows she’s into girls, but she doesn’t know about Norah or anyone else. Quinn’s afraid Kitty will be disappointed if she finds out about the meaningless hook-ups, not to mention the smoking and the feelings she’s developing for her best friend. And while Kitty has gotten used to calling her Quinn, at least in public, Quinn’s afraid of what name might slip out of Kitty’s mouth on accident - especially if it’s not just her name.

Rachel Berry: Quinn heard a lot about Rachel Berry growing up. She was Kitty’s best friend, after all, so Kitty talked about her on the phone or when she visited the Fabrays or when Quinn visited the Wildes. It took a while before Quinn ever met Rachel (sometime after she had become Quinn and wasn’t Lucy anymore) and, sure enough, she got why Kitty liked her. She was a good friend. While Quinn never bonded with her as much as she bonded with Kitty, they still had each other’s numbers and IM names and Facebook accounts. They would message or text from time to time. The fact that Rachel was the lead singer of Kitty’s band was just an added bonus, since it met they’d get to hang out some more, too. So, months ago, when Quinn heard hyperventilating in the bathroom and found Rachel, she immediately flew into action. She knew the signs of a panic attack all too well. They talked a lot and Quinn got her in contact with her therapist with Sabrina’s help. Rachel asked her to keep all of that a secret from Kitty, though Quinn hopes she can convince her to tell Kitty about it eventually...which is kind of hypocritical when she hasn’t told Kitty a lot of things. She’s actually told Rachel a lot of things that Kitty doesn’t know. She’s never been so open and vulnerable with someone as she’s been with Rachel. And the fact that Rachel’s smile makes her heart skip a beat really doesn’t help matters.

Fiona Hudson: Like all The Sirens, Quinn was invited to Carole and Burt’s wedding, and she met Fiona there, and she’s seen her a few other times when the band was in town or her family visited them elsewhere. And now Fiona’s playing drums for them on tour. It’s just kind of weird, because the four girls in the band are so close and even end their tour set with a song sung by just the four of them, and Fiona’s just...there. Quinn knows that Kat isn’t too fond of Fiona, even if Kat hides it behind jokes, and that was also why Quinn chose to house Fiona for the rehearsals in New York City. While Quinn only has a one-bedroom, she figured keeping her away from Kat and easing Kat into seeing her step-sister more often would be preferred for everyone. So Fiona’s graciously taken the couch and the two of them have started to talk more. It’s surprisingly nice, actually, having someone else there, and Fiona’s been extra nice to her because of it. Seeing as they could use an official drummer at some point, Quinn has to say that Fiona might end up being a good fit, at least if Kat gets on board with it.

Santana Lopez: Santana is someone Quinn’s known for a long time, as well as someone she’s known in the biblical sense. The two of them shared a class their freshman year at Columbia, and Santana...Santana was Quinn’s first. Well, technically only her first girl, but still her first. So, as mentioned before, after her first time with a girl, Quinn went into deep denial and self-loathing and pushed Santana as far away as she could. When Quinn started to accept herself, though, she never really talked to Santana again, only to have her show up as their new publicist...and it’s weird. Really weird. If Santana wasn’t acting so professional, Quinn would be afraid of what Santana would do to her career. She wants to apologize, but, really, it seems better to just, like, not bring it up. After all, Santana’s been with enough people that maybe she doesn’t really care? Maybe?

Sabrina Smythe: Quinn is truly grateful for Sabrina. Somehow Sabrina stumbled upon one of their shows and ended up changing their lives for good and for the better. Sabrina not only discovered them, but she truly launched their careers mostly from her own manipulation of the public eye. Quinn, a fairly good manipulator herself, can appreciate that. She also appreciates that she sets up her therapy appointments as well as Rachel’s. Sabrina also happens to be smart and a great person to talk to for some intellectual stimulation. Whenever they talk, however, Quinn can tell Sabrina is looking for a lot more than intellectual stimulation...and while Quinn has no interest and knows that Sabrina would flirt with a rock if it had boobs (she’s like Norah in that way, honestly), she doesn’t mind flirting with her to get an advantage. And if flirting with Sabrina helped get her cousin a record deal? Well, Quinn’s a-okay with that. It’s not like she promised her anything or slept with her for it, but using her sexuality to her advantage is totally cool.

Blair Anderson: Quinn and Blair hit it off ridiculously easy. Blair brought up going to Cornell and Quinn “joked” that it wasn’t a real Ivy. Thankfully Blair took it as a joke, or at least wasn’t offended, and the two have been getting along ever since. While Quinn can’t necessarily understand turning down an Ivy education, she’s enjoyed having Blair to talk about books and films with, and she finds her similar background with an overshadowing older sister interesting, too. She can definitely relate to feeling like a stranger in her family, and Quinn just finds her easy to talk to. Ridiculously easy, really. But seeing as it’s not hard to notice the animosity between Blair and Rachel, she’s not sure what to make of her just yet.

Jackie Puckerman: Honestly Quinn has enough drama to deal with that she hasn’t thought much about Jackie at all. The two haven’t talked much, anyways. In a lot of ways, Jackie just reminds her of a younger version of Norah, and seeing how Jackie obviously looks up to her, it makes sense. But beyond that, she hasn’t put much thought into Jackie Williams and doesn’t necessarily plan on doing so unless she has to. She’s nice to her and Jackie seems nice back, and that’s about it since, again, it’s not like a mean thing or anything. Quinn just has enough to deal with.

Sam Evans: When Quinn found out Sam didn’t go to college, she was a bit shocked. In her mind, everyone should go to college and everyone deserves a right to an education. She even talked to Kitty about it to find out more, and Kitty mostly shrugged it off and said that Sam wasn’t confident about her abilities and she didn’t have the money. Since then, Quinn’s been very politely trying to correct Sam on grammar mistakes and trying to educate her as subtly as possible. What? All women should be smart, and while Quinn can’t replace a college degree, maybe she can inspire Sam to go after one in the future.

♫ Bitch, I run this show ♫

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Nipple Piercings - My experience 4 months in via /r/piercing

Nipple Piercings - My experience 4 months in

When I was researching about nipple piercings and considering whether or not to get them, I read a lot of black or white opinions. What I mean by that is that people would describe their experience as either perfect or absolutely catastrophic. So I thought I’d share my own experience with you and what it has been like so far. I’ll try to divide the post in subtopics to give better context and so you can skim through to what you’re most interested about. I hope this post provides some useful advice to those out there considering to get their nipples pierced. Alright, let’s begin.

MY PIERCING HISTORY

Before getting my nipples pierced, I had my tragus pierced a few years prior but my body rejected it and I never bothered to get it re-pierced. Other than that I had my earlobes pierced as a child and that’s pretty much it.

WHY NIPPLE PIERCINGS?

I always thought they looked super feminine and badass at the same time, and I like these contrasts. I also think I’m the kind of person that others wouldn’t expect to have nipple piercings so that made the idea of getting them even more fun. It’s like a little secret ;) Ultimately it was the boredom of quarantine that pushed me to get them. I wanted something exciting to look forward to and figured that if it hurt really bad after piercing I could just be shirtless at home all day long.

PAIN: HOW BAD WAS IT?

I have a relatively high pain tolerance so I wasn’t nervous for the piercing moment and I think that helped a lot. The piercer went for my right nipple first. I’d describe the piercing moment itself as merely uncomfortable, but manageable and fast. The problem though is the moments right after piercing, that’s when the pain came in form of hot throbs but again, still manageable. Now when the piercer went for my left nipple that’s a different story. For some reason the second piercing hurt astronomically more. Maybe this is because of the adrenaline after the first piercing, I don’t know. All I know is that each nipple were polar opposites. When both piercings were done I remember feeling slightly dizzy and as if hot flashes were spreading through my body from my nipples. Thankfully I live 2 minutes from the studio so I went home, took off my shirt and took a painkiller. The pain continued for about 4-5 hours after piercing but it was not a constant continuous pain. It came in waves of 5-10 minutes where my nipples felt like they were on fire and then the pain would go away for another 20-30 minutes, only to come back again later. Sitting in front of a fan helped with the pain a bit while the painkillers didn’t help much. But that’s pretty much it, a few hours later it didn’t hurt anymore, no more heat waves, no throbbing. I don’t like to put numbers on pain because that is very different from person to person (and because it doesn’t make much sense). But some people find that this helps them understand what to expect, so if I were to describe the pain in numbers I’d have to compare it to my tragus experience:

Tragus piercing pain: 2/10

Nipple piercing pain: 4/10 (right), 8/10 (left)

But again, note that this is my experience and pain is very relative!

NIPPLE SENSITIVITY

Before the piercings my nipples were not sensitive at all. Right after piercing, my nipples were EXTREMELY uncomfortably sensitive for about 3 days. Even after the pain was gone my nipples were very sensitive to the point that even a loose shirt slightly touching my nipples felt like it was too much. That sensitivity went down in a few days but I’m happy to say that now my nipples are definitely more sensitive than pre-piercing and I love it.

HEALING AND AFTERCARE

The first week after piercing, my nipples didn’t bleed, crust, inflame or anything like that. This actually surprised me a lot because my tragus healing was so bad all throughout that I was expecting my nipples to be worse. Week 2 is when my nipples started to crust a little but nothing excessive. The first month after piercing I cleaned my piercing twice a day exclusively with a homemade saltwater solution. I’d mix this in two shot glasses, hold the glasses against my nipples and soak them for 5 minutes then clean off the crusties and jewellery with q-tips. (ALWAYS WASH YOUR HANDS BEFORE DOING THIS AND NEVER TOUCH YOUR PIERCING WITH YOUR FINGERS IN THE HEALING PROCESS!) After the first month I reduced the soaking to once a day and eventually to every other day. The reason why I reduced it to every other day is because I noticed that my piercing was healing very well and would not crust for days. But this doesn’t mean that bacteria doesn’t build up there! So on the days that I didn’t do the soak, I would still indirectly wash my nipple piercings in the shower while water and soap ran down my breasts. My nipples never got infected but I noticed that every month, a week before my period, my nipple would start to gather some yellow discharge on one side of the piercing. I read some comment here on this subreddit from someone who worked in a piercing studio and said many women experience this. Whenever this happens to me I just go back to 2 daily soaks until the discharge stops collecting there.

JEWELLERY SIZE AND CHANGE

Of course that a new piercing needs a jewelry bar a bit longer than your actually nipples because of swelling. However I could see right away that my bar was way too long for me. The piercer only had 12 mm bars or 20 mm bars, so we went with the later. I intended to keep them for at least 6 months anyway or until completely healed. The problem is that my healing was going incredible except for the few moments when the length of the bar itself would be the reason for healing set backs. For example, sometimes I wouldn’t have had any crusties for days until I would dry myself after showering and the bar would get slightly stuck on the towel and pull a little bit. So I decided to change jewellery for a smaller bar with internal threading. I did this at home but I want to emphasise that hygiene is EXTREMELY important when you do this. First I made sure to disinfect a surface on my bathroom to prepare my working space and covered the sink with a towel just to secure that the balls of the jewellery wouldn’t fall down the drain. Then I washed my hands and wore a new pair of cleaning rubber gloves. Then I soaked the new jewellery in a shot glass with alcohol, rinsed it with bottled water and laid them on a piece of kitchen towel with one ball already unscrewed. Before I actually unscrewed the jewellery I had on, I made a soak and cleaned the piercing jewellery well. The soak helps not only to clean the piercing but also makes it easier for the jewellery to slide in the piercing. Then I unscrewed one ball of the jewellery I had on , reached out for the new bar and held the old and new bars against each other pushing the old jewellery out with the new bar. Screw the ball in the new bar and that’s it.

I was a bit nervous to change the bars out myself but I knew that I was taking all precautions to make the process as safe and sanitised as possible. I took my time, didn’t rush things and everything went great! It’s been a week since I changed the bars and I believe it was the absolute best decision I made. Crusting is at an absolute minimum and I think that now the healing will be through in no time considering that nothing can get stuck on my new bars!

THE END ;)

I hope this helps some people out there who had more specific questions and considerations about nipple piercings. My last pieces of advice are: - if you’re concerned about pain but really want to get your nipples pierced, remember that the pain lasts only a few hours. - only get nipple piercings if you’re willing to take good care of them for as long as it take to heal. - leave your piercing alone at all costs and resist the urge to touch it or play with it.

If there’s anything else you would like to know about my experience, I will be glad to reply.

Submitted September 07, 2020 at 07:54AM by TealMane via reddit https://ift.tt/3m0avCA