They Call Me Superman

THE PHOTO OF BILL AND TOM NEXT TO EACH OTHER.. OH GOD, STRANGLE ME UNTIL I'M BLUE IN THE FACE

Come and help me fly;

Lend me your wings, I'll trade them for the world. For everything that holds me back I'll trade them tonight,

For everything I have.

Can anyone disagree that it looks magical in this design?

_Closest thing to God I have

𒂭🌑 ever laid my eyes on_

IT'S SUCH A BAD TIME..

━╋ He's such a pretty thing, I'd do anything to have him under me, to hear him try to call my name but all that comes out of his mouth are incoherent babbles by how good I'm making him feel.

I wanna know the taste of his skin; I wanna fuck him till everything he thinks about is me, intoxicating every thought, like a drug. I wanna know the way the expression of his eyes changes when he's about to unveil in a million pieces under my touch.

I want to swallow him whole—to devour him, till there's nothing left anymore.

It turned me on like hell, but I never thought that other works by this gorgeous author would make me commit suicide

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★ Bill 2008 x reader.

★ Gender neutral.

★ Oral fetish.

░͟ ₊˚Imagine he's eating you out,

I know that mouth works wonders. I bet he loves giving head and watch you squirming around everytime you feel the touch of his piercing's cold bead on your sweet spot, just to make you taste yourself after you finish on his tongue everytime. 'You're so sweet' he tells you after he licks his own lips, savoring the taste of you once more; completely ecstatic about the way your legs wrap themselves around his head almost automatically whenever he makes you cum, over and over again. He's like a dog, insatiable, desperate for you; He'll even beg and cry for it, he works his tongue like it's gonna be his last meal.

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He likes when you pull on his hair, definitely; searching for your eyes just so he knows it feels just as good, and readjusting his head right where you want him to be. He gets so worked up by just pleasuring you, he can't help himself but to try and grind agaisnt the mattress at the same time, just so you'd end up telling him to wait.

He whines, but he listens because he secretly likes when you handle him. In the end, he'll end up cumming on his pants, letting out a 'Fuck'. under his breath. Completely overwhelmed by your expressions and the way you sound while he's sucking you dumb. ୧ ⊹︶︶

Guardian of Shadows

PAIRINGS: guardian angel Bill 2009 x female reader

GENRE: smut

SYNOPSIS: Bill is a young man who crashed in a terrible accident 30 years ago. Bill is always smiling, patient and calm. He is vulnerable, romantic and once happy but.. In the last years of working, being your guardian angel, he only feels despair, deep despair, regret that he cannot show himself to you, cannot touch you, cannot feel the heat of your body. Because it's wrong, it's so far away and it doesn't matter.

WARNINGS: gentle sex, p in v, voyeurism

A/N: english is not my native language! I wanted to write an angst, but it turned into something that I was ashamed to write, especially for the first time

The room is shrouded in thick darkness, obscuring all objects in the room, and only a laptop with unfinished project work was still on the bedside table, with the screen turned into the wall - you didn't want to stumble upon pervert hackers.

You are lying on a cool bed, a young girl, gently clutching the sheets and breathing heavily. Your thoughts are spinning in your head at breakneck speed, and your shoulders are so tired of the burden of educational materials and the endless work of the florist. You decide to let yourself relax a little, at least to distract yourself from the annoying problems with finances and philosophy debts.

A woman's hand gently and weightlessly slides up and down the clitoral mound, while soft sighs escape from heavy lungs. Hips kept swinging weakly, and at particularly sensitive moments they jumped above the tenderness of the sheet, however, this was not enough, not enough. Couldn't get enough of everything that the hand was doing, would have liked something more, not so childish and innocent, something sharp, harsh, rude.

Wavy, short hair was scattered on the pillow in different directions, eyes were closed and eyebrows were pulled together. Chest and flat stomach often heaved, as if they were swinging on a child's swing, and loose shorts slid closer to the groin area, exposing thighs due to knees bent at an acute angle. Fingers tried to wander faster and sharper, but the desired relief still wouldn't come. A sigh of despair escapes from chest, circling in the air, and beckoning him.

He heard how bad you were. He was always there for you, always gently squeezing your shoulders, trying to cheer you up, but you never saw or felt him. And it was so frustrating, it made suffocate in despair and slip back into the dark corner of the room, watching from afar. Maybe it was a chance to help. To make you finally see, finally feel his presence next to you.

Bill is a young man who crashed in a terrible accident 30 years ago. Bill is always smiling, patient and calm. He is vulnerable, romantic and once happy but.. In the last years of working, being your guardian angel, he only feels despair, deep despair, regret that he cannot show himself to you, cannot touch you, cannot feel the heat of your body. Because it's wrong, it's so far away and it doesn't matter.

You're about to turn 20, and it's been 20 years since he's been your guardian, and 20 years since you even knew he existed. There is a limit to everything.

He rushes towards you, from the dark corner of your room, exhausted by the desire to touch your girlish body. Bill was the same age when he died, when his whole family mourned him at the coffin, while his portrait smiled at them from the tombstone.

You shudder and your eyes open wide in disbelief, your cheeks burn with shame and your hands tremble under his tenacious grip. You know him. He came to you in your dreams and made you happy. He's sure that you imagined his image when you were satisfying yourself. But now it's his turn to make you feel good, to make you scream his name. And don't care what the Supreme Court says, don't care what the celestials and God say. He's finally going to be with you.

Your slender hands bury themselves in his dark white dreadlocks, pull his hair back and he moans, pressing his whole ghostly body against you. He kisses you softly, runs his tongue over your tender bitten lips and collects tiny droplets of blood.

You pull him towards you and whisper. “You haven't appeared in my dreams for a long time.. I was worried.”Of course you were worried. And he personally saw how every morning, waking up and not seeing him next to you, you cried into your pillow, hugging tightly and imagining that it was him.

Bill kisses you soothingly on the forehead and gently pulls off your clothes, enjoying how damn cute you are, embarrassed, trying to cover up. He takes your hands away and kisses you, gently and lovingly, taking your wet fingers into his mouth. You sigh, tremble all over, and breathe convulsively into his neck. He explores your whole body, without taking his dark eyes off your face, sinking lower, lower, lower..

You jump as if you've been electrocuted, and strong arms hold you in place. The bulky cold rings on his fingers painfully dig into your delicate skin, but this is offset by his plump, hot lips on you, below. His lips pull in the bead of your clitoris and gently, gently kiss your folds, running his sharp tongue between them.

He gently strokes the inside of your thighs with his long fingers, tracing patterns on them that are invisible and only understandable to him, his tongue penetrates inside. Bill is pleased to hear you repeat his name over and over again, like a mantra or prayer before God. Although.. To hell with God. Today he is your god, and no one else.

Your warm thighs gently squeeze his head as he connects his angelic fingers with tongue, penetrating deep into your heart, sucking your tenderness with his tongue. Your hands slide between his strands of hair, gently massaging his scalp and drawing contented sighs from him, which immediately mix with your own.

Your whole body is covered in his bites and the scarlet spots that he left you as a gift. His own shoulders were completely bitten, and it was a stigma, the best stigma of his life. Better than what God left on his left forearm. Much better.

His angelic robes are lying on the floor, in the darkness of the room, mixed with your short shorts and a black T-shirt. You are innocent, and he knows this better than anyone, because he was with you 24/7, all 168 hours in seven days. You sob as he slides smoothly into you, trying to move away so as not to feel the pain, and he whispers in your ear, holding you tight and letting you get used to him.

You run your fingers through his hair, examining every inch of his body to memorize forever. You jerk your hips and Bill gets blown away..

The room is stuffy, the bed creaks and both are breathing heavily. You squeeze his strong shoulders, hold him as close to you as possible, and whimper. Beads of sweat roll down Bill's back, and he nuzzles your neck, kissing and biting your artery. The fact that both of you are doing this is taboo, it is a mockery of religion and an insult to the almighty, because all angels are innocent. Or it's just an illusion.

You dissolve into him in a long moan, he pours onto your thigh, pressing his whole body against you.

I'm bragging about my friend ;)

PLSSS CAN YOU DO A BILL FICTION INSPIRED BY ONE OF THEIR MUSIC VIDEOS?? YOU CAN CHOOSE WHICH ONEEE

IT WOULD BE SO COOL<3

★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016

★ Tags: Angst, fluff.

| Summary: Bill and his girlfriend have been going through different rough difficulties in their relationship for a long time now, they both know it's useless to keep being together. None of them tried to do anything about it till he decided to put an end to it.

— 1st Chapter: Love don't break me.

"I need to get home, but I keep on holding on."

• Bill narrates;

I can't believe I'm here again. I want to hold her and tell her that we'll be okay, but I don't know how cause even I don't know the answer to that.

I look around the dark room, the blinds shut, I predict it's around 2 in the morning. My arms are around myself, unable to move after another successful fight; this time seeming worse than ever, after reproaching each other about every stupid little thing there is in the book.. even though this time they weren't just a few misunderstandings—It was much more than that.

I furrow my left eyebrow, once I hear the faint sound of her sobs in the background, hitting my eardrums. I hate seeing her cry, she knows that well, as much as I also know how I shouldn't cave in. But she's already scooting closer to me, wrapping her arms around my body loosely, tightening even more the second I tried to move.

My head fell to the front, a few of a blonde-platinum strands of hair pushed to my face. I sigh as she tries to comfort herself while in touch with my skin, 'Please, don't.' She mutters as she feels how I'm starting to stretch out my limbs to stand up this time, a thing I can't get through with because my body simply won't respond.

But I'm angry, so why are my arms moving around her, why are my eyes filled with tears when I keep hearing her say over and over how sorry she is? Maybe I don't really want to go.

Why can't my heart and my head work at once?

I open my mouth to speak, her face is buried on the back of my neck, and so are my fingers in her hair when I reached out to finally touch her. 'Why do we do this?' Is everything I manage to say—I can't understand how we've gotten to this point; The fighting, the aggressive make-up and when you think you're done, more fighting again.

I want to tell her that I won't be here forever, laying on her bed—completely wrecked and thinking about all the times we've been okay together instead of living the moment. And I've got a feeling that she doesn't want to be stuck in this back and forth for much longer.

But how will we move forward? we still love each other, there's no doubt, and even if we've been told that our love is gross, we'd always managed to prove them wrong.. this time we'll make it again, right?

She looks at me, untangling herself from the grip she's had on me before—I've got a feeling that she knows what I'm thinking about by the way she's shaking her head at me. 'Don't say you're gonna give up on me.' The look on her face said it all; regret, even fear, dispair... everything at once—like she expected the worst.

But I didn't say anything, I didn't dare. I couldn't get my mind to work, everything oh so overwhelming. Till her voice pushed me off my trance. 'Say something!' It was only natural she would react like that after getting no reaction out of me, so that's when I finally managed to push myself on my feet, looking around for the shirt I discarded earlier god knows where before this argument started, to slid it back on.

'I'm tired of fighting.' I said, bitter tears still stinging the corner of my eyes as I put on the rest of my clothes, pacing around the room to pick everything up, anything that I must be forgetting to grab while I make the feint of leaving.

I sniffle from my nose, and from one moment to another she's standing up from the bed, looking completely hysterical, not even bothering to put her shirt on as she tried to get ahold of me, eyes closing tight.

'You can't leave like this..' She said again, trying to change my mind, but this time I can feel myself getting a little bit of impulse, ready to leave it all behind. The black eyeshadow that I know is staining my under eyes, I wipe it off with my knuckles.. now I'm the one who's shaking his head. I can't listen to her this time, If I keep doing so I know I'll never leave. I know I'll never run free from this golden cage that we named love.

'I'm sorry, It's over.' And I didn't even stutter this time, It felt like I've been holding those words inside me forever, like I've been meaning to say it for a long time now. A big relief rushing through my veins, as if I could breath properly again.

But she didn't look relieved, she didn't look like it had been taken a big weight off her shoulders like I thought it would. She was silent, still.. It was even frightening. I wanted to turn to her and say something else, my hands even itching to touch her one last time, but I knew it would just make it worse than it was already.

So I went away, with broken wings.—I picked up my dignity, all my pride and I walked out.

But was I doing what was the best for us? wasn't I making it worse? what if I just regret all of this in the future?

I guess I'll never know.

Inspired by the 'Love don't break me' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.

[ I made this, all fanfics posted here are original ideas by me. ]

HOLY FUCK. I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS I EXPERIENCED WHILE READING THIS, BUT EVERYTHING IS SO BLURRY IN MY EYES NOW, AS IF I'M DREAMING IT ALL, AND MY HEART IS POUNDING SO HARD THAT IT WOULD JUST BREAK MY RIBS AND BREAK OUT. I KNOW FOR SURE THAT I WILL GIVE MY JUMPING HEART TO THE AUTHOR OF THIS INDESCRIBABLE AND ENJOYABLE MASTERPIECE. OH MY GOD WHY CAN'T BILL JUST SMOTHER ME WITH A PILLOW AND THEN I'D BE THE MOST OBEDIENT GIRL EVER. IT JUST MADE MY PANTIES AND THE REST OF MY CLOTHES FLY OFF. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE MASTERPIECES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE MASTERPIECES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE MASTERPIECES. I DIED

i have an idea for ur next fic, could u do a billxfem reader smut where her parents are soooo strict and protective but they FINALLY let bill stay the night but the down side is she has to keep her door open and stuff and her parents room is unfortunately right across from hers, they also have their door cracked open and everything bc they want to make sure they're not doing anything but bill wants to get freaky, she’s obviously scared to get caught

i just think the idea of him having to keep the reader quiet would be so hot 🫣

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★ Bill 2008.

★ Female reader

★ Sub!Reader, Dom!Bill

Summary: < You have strict parents, they don't like the fact that you've got a boyfriend now but you'd do anything for them to let him spend the night. You end up convincing them, but as the night comes, the passion takes over. >

—Quiet desire.

You've always been a good girl, never giving your parents any problems since you've always been under their watchful eyes all your life—but since you turned eighteen, their grip seemed to tighten rather than loosen.

They were also starting to understand that you were a teenager after all and that you had other things on your mind now, other things you entertained yourself with, you weren't a little girl anymore. So when you walked in one day and told them that you had a boyfriend, their mouths fell open. They tried to pull you away from those thoughts, to tell you that you were "too young" to have a boyfriend.

But you didn't listen and even tried to get him to meet your parents a few times—which didn't go exactly as planned because in your parents' eyes he was 'different,' a 'bad influence' that was going to lead their precious daughter to the worst path possible. Even so, you never gave up, you put your mind onto letting them know they had nothing to fear. It's not like he was the antichrist after all; he was just a guy that liked to express himself through his appearance, even if it was a bit too eccentric at times... But the idea was that they'd put their trust in her, for once in her life.

So one night, after pleading to your parents for weeks, you manage to convince them to let him spend the night, your first night together. Of course, it had to be at home; there was no way in hell they would let you be unsupervised at his place—because, yeah, he already lived on his own. So after a long conversation with them, they finally decided to let him stay under one condition, one simple rule: no closed doors. Of course, you completely agreed, you thought that was better than nothing after all, right?

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Once he arrived at your home that afternoon, it couldn't be worse. Your parents followed you two around basically all the time, sitting in between you two on the couch, eating dinner with uncomfortable expressions on your faces due to the invasive questions your parents threw over at your boyfriend again and again—and even making sure you weren't sneaking away from them for too long... They were definitely embarrassing you, and oh, you were mad.

But once your parents finally got into their room at the end of the night, of course, leaving their door slightly open—just to make sure you two weren't doing anything you'd regret later…

You made your way into your bedroom while holding onto Bill's fingers in yours, a sigh escaping your lips as you thought of closing the door, but you knew you couldn't, reminding yourself of that stupid rule. 'What's wrong, baby? You're quiet today.' Bill uttered to you, while he went to sit down by your bed, looking up at you with both eyebrows raised, studying you—he already figured out why you were acting this way; all he wanted was to see you well, though; it was your first night sleeping together, after all, a big deal. He had put into his head he had to make it special for you somehow.

You looked down for a moment, also making your way towards your small bed to sit right by his side. It had been killing you all night that you couldn't be so close to him. 'I just wish we could be alone, ugh.' You told him with a half pout of your lip you didn't even seem to recall you had it on. On the other hand, Bill let out a chuckle at your simple response, shaking his head like he knew it was impossible. 'Oh, I know, you think I don't want to devour you right now?' He purred suddenly, closer up to you. He was just being playful, but it wasn't funny at all to you— At his words, your ears perked up, but so did your knowledge that the door was still open, so you nudged him on the side with your elbow, eyebrows furrowing. 'Don't even do that again… my parents could hear you; you're crazy.' You spat out, crossing your arms up to your chest.

But this time, he seemed a bit more serious about it—his fingers, impatient, running up and down your forearm with insistence. Then, he spoke again, but this time a bit more quietly, just so he wouldn't have to hear you scold him for a second time. 'Yeah, I'm definitely crazy… to touch you. It's been so long.' He pointed out, with that sweet look on his face whenever he wanted something, whenever he wanted to get you to say yes to him. But you shook your head again, constantly shifting your body so you could look out the door. That nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach you've had all day… it was becoming worse. 'No, Bill.. stop it—' But before you could keep talking, he was already all over you, spreading kisses down your jaw, onto the skin of your neck, exactly where he knew you liked. 'What If they see… no, we can't, we can't…' But your breath was already ragged, and of course, your resolve was weakening against the hot breeze coming from his mouth every time he placed another peck, and another, and another... You wanted to shake your head and tell him no, tell him that they couldn't be doing this, not there—where your parents might watch at any time now. But everything that came out of your mouth were incoherent babbles, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he worked his mouth down, further onto your collarbone.

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And that's when he pushed you down, seeing you weren't putting up any resistance anymore. It's not like you could anyways; he was always so convincing. It was almost crazy how you'd just give yourself up to him without even questioning yourself. When Bill had you right where he wanted, he hovered over you, kissing your lips delicately as he kept you pressed against the small bed, his feet almost hanging off it—his hands working to sneak under your loose shirt with ease. 'Are you going to let me have you, hm?' He asked you with a hint of desire in his eyes, a desire he quite couldn't get over till he had you right then and there. He didn't give a fuck about your parents or the opinion they had about him—but he did care about you and the fact that he'd been longing to touch you for weeks, to have you under him again. Nothing else mattered.

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You nodded your head with an eager expression on your face, which you swore looked pathetic, but that didn't stop you from wrapping your arms around him, having him all for you for that one night. Bill just watched you as he started to move down onto you, making sure to actually not fall down off your bed as he did so. He looked more like a giant lying there—his teeth gently nipping at your t-shirt as he kissed you on your covered belly, pushing the fabric up with his large hands, your hips bucking up for a moment, your eyes searching for his, your lips parting to let out a tiny gasp at your uncovered stomach, and the way his lips brushed against it. You squirmed at his hands grabbing the waistband of your pants, not knowing surely what was coming next, but you let him continue. Even though a few thoughts in your head that popped out occasionally told you that you were being completely reckless and bad for even thinking of having a good time with your parents in the next room, you just couldn't help it. At this point, it wasn't a want but a need.

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Bill pushed down your clothes without hesitation; you tried to cover yourself with your hands, your gaze averting once more towards the door almost anxiously, biting down on your lip—but one second to another, you felt something hot, wet, dampening your panties, which made you moan immediately, completely forgetting about everything else again. Bill's tongue teased you once more, flattening against the fabric covering your pussy before he moved up a hand towards your face, holding onto you. 'If you keep making noise… you're the one who's going to get us caught.' He murmured against her, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he pushed your panties to the side, taking a good look at you, wetting his lips with his tongue before he spoke up one last time. 'Can you stay quiet for me?' He whispered, trying to look into your eyes to see any kind of impediment from you—but all he got was a quiet nod.

After that, he immediately dove in, sinking his tongue onto your delicate folds, licking straight from the entrance to your clitoris, making you shiver at the contact of his piercing against such a sensitive spot. You tried so hard to be quiet, so hard to comply and stick to what you said you'd do, but it was tough when he was licking you so deliciously, flicking his tongue perfectly.

You threatened to let out another moan, but his hand quickly went up towards your mouth, shutting you up by covering it with his large hand, at which you could only let out muffled sounds, ones that were making him feel even more desperate for you, his own dick jumping in his boxers with excitement at the way your fluids spread in a thin layer on his chin. Bill moved back up, leaving you wanting more… but he had another plan for both of you now. 'Do you think you'd be as quiet if I fucked you right now?' Bill purred against your ear, making you tremble in pure lust at his words—as he tucked a few hairs away from your face.

He looked calmly into your eyes, but your knees were buckling, and you knew that look was just a facade for what he really had in mind to do to you, for what he really was hiding behind them: an animalistic desire for you. 'I don't know if I can do it—' You muttered quietly in return, if it was already hard for you to stay quiet, you couldn't imagine what it would take for you to do so when he decided to pound into you… You were still horrified that your parents found out, and he could see that in your eyes.

He moved down to kiss you on the lips again in a soothing motion, making you taste yourself along with a sigh—as his hands untied his belt right at the same time, pulling it off. 'Yes, you can.' He finally answered you, in a quiet exhale, nuzzling his nose on the side of your face before he pushed down his jeans, just enough to pull out his cock from those boxers. He had to be careful in case your parents decided to get out of their room and saw you two in action, he'd be quick enough at looking decent again, he thought.

He got on his knees, right in between your legs, and with a quick move, he turned you around on the bed, grabbing your hips so he'd readjust you right where he wanted you to be. 'Ready?' He cooed, with a raised eyebrow. And even before you could answer, he was already forcing himself inside of your hole—he had to hold in a groan, his head throwing back automatically. The thrill of thinking you two could get caught at any time was only fueling the need to fuck you all night, to make it even more risky. 'Oh my—fuck...' You cried out as quietly as you could, your head hanging low as your back arched, again trying with your whole being not to moan and get yourself in big trouble.

Your legs shook, but that didn't mean he'd stop himself. Bill started to set a pace to his thrusting, his fingers digging deeply into your hips as he closed his eyes. He was also doing his absolute best to not ramble over and over again about how good it felt, as he'd usually do when you two were together. He gave you an encouraging stroke on your back, suddenly laying a hand over it to press you down some more, to have you completely at his mercy. You held onto the pillow with both hands as he slammed his thickness into you repeatedly, without any second thoughts. All that could be heard were the slight sounds of the wood creaking under you and his balls hitting your clit with each movement he made. — His hand kept you in place till his slightly curved cock hit that one particular spot… That's when you couldn't hold back your whimpers anymore.

But as soon as you did so, his hand went quickly to shut you up again, this time by pushing your head down roughly against your pillow, leaning down just a bit to murmur a simple. 'Shut up.'

Of course, you couldn't do anything else but obey; he was forcing you down onto the pillow, barely letting you space to breathe. How would you even moan now? Even so, his length was filling you up so good you couldn't even think about anything else anyways. — It's not like you wanted. 'That's it, baby, taking it so good… just how you like it.' He praised, knowing he wouldn't last much longer if he kept seeing you trying so hard to move under his grip, struggling to breathe. You tried to speak up, to make a sound, anything… but he was handling you so roughly, you didn't even know where he got that strength from.

Even so, you were so close now to your release, and he knew it, because he could feel your legs shake under him, aching to let your orgasm take over. His loose hand went to splay itself onto your ass, squeezing and kneading tight onto it, eyeing your cunt one last time and the way he pushed himself in and out of you before he felt your walls clenching tight around him. That's when he pulled out and came all over your back, almost spilling over your shirt that was hanging down closely to it.

Both of you were breathing uncontrollably, his hands roaming all over your weak body before he closed his fingers around a few of your hairs, lifting your head back up so you'd sit up on your knees, your back against his chest. 'Do you think I can make you cum again before your parents notice?'

A/N: Thank y'all for voting! I'll still do the other two requests, so don't worry.

You're a victim to your own desires

SO REAL OMG

OH MY GOD MY LUNGS AND HEART HAVE FAILED.. THIS IS THE SPIRIT OF GOD THAT I AUTOMATICALLY FELL TO MY KNEES

I want to see you break like porcelain,

I want your breath to be taken out of your lungs when you see me appear in front of you.

Look at me; fear in your eyes as I'm cooing in your ear.

'It's alright, I'll be done soon.'