#wooooooooooooooooooo

He lived, bitch. He survived the whole thing, whores.

Jay has tan skin?? We won

Kai and Nya, east asian??? We won

COLE IS BROWN SKIN???? WE WOON

i need more director gee PLEASEEE. overstimming her and keeps going wayyyy too long

hello darling ! of course you can be !!!! and yes. however I have to dddne this shit because I can't stop myself. kisses sweet thing! xox

you're sitting in a puddle of sweat, something else you don't want to admit, and water- poured over your head like you were being waterboarded. shocking your system into release more liquid from your gut.

he mentioned something, even though your memory is blurry- about 3 hours ago about "water weight" at the bottom of your stomach. he looked at you, her your shoulder from the mirror- the comment making you cry after you did a line of the bathroom ledge. he stood behind you poking your stomach and watching a frightening amount of movement in return.

he started easy- denied you water all day, then moved to reminding you to urinate every 20 or so minutes. so you did. you couldn't-wouldn't get any bigger if your life depended on it. so when you are cornered in the bathroom- body moved with an ease known to you and gerard's dynamic and then shoved into the bathroom wall- you're certain this is when he's gonna stick his fingers down your throat.

but instead- he shoves two fingers, painfully dry inside your cunt and presses into your g-spot. you try not to react- you're still in public. but he bites the centre of your back so you push away from the wall. away from him.

"don't-dont be a fucking, im helping you-you fucking moron" as he pushes you harsher into the wall- forcing your nose into the linoleum, its easy to make you finish like this- you can't escape his fingers, his arms-his mouth. you cum and he keeps fucking going-pulling a scream out of you, but he doesn't give a fuck-if anything he's spurred on. "say-say it's too-too much odette, need to hear you say-say no"

so you hush the words out, whispering versions of ple-pleaseno-nostop-please to get him to actually remove himself from you. but your gut drops when you feel his erection poke your lower back. he needs you to say no for him not for you.

he pulls you to orgasm so many times you're sure his wrist has to hurt. you feel water dribble down your legs as you cry through the humiliation. nose filling with snot- the residue powder in your sinuses coating your throat and making you choke. but he doesn't stop until you've fully wet yourself- laughing as you look up at him in fear.

you're in the bathroom the whole lunch break and warm up. you let him lift you off the ground from your puddle and coax you into the shower.

he keeps his clothes on as he stands under the dream of hot water- then looks at you pathetically when he asked you to "make-make me feel better?'. your brain fuzzy as you try and make yourself kneel in front of him so you could take his cock in your mouth.

its depressing, how you just. do what he says whenever he feels like it. you'd let him step down on your ribcage to feel it crunch under his boot. you'd let him braid your hair so you looked like a harlot, you'd let him kick you when you were down- and not help you back up. you'd let him do anything, as long as he kept giving you a line before your 7am class, if he continues helping you keep small and perfect. you'd do anything he fucking said-even if it makes you feel like a used Kleenex, if he told you that you were doing something right.

you take his cock into your mouth- letting the shower stream wash away any proof of his treatment of you- any lingering smell from your stomach is left wasted on the bathroom floor. yu smell like him. taste like him now.

life REALLY does get better when you start to give no fucks about what people think and post things that make you happy

bonus sketch that i didnt finish because i was busy with studying:

The new will wood album is out… IM GOING TO LISTEN TO IT!!!!!