billy lenz bullshit 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
WARNING!!! THIS INCLUDES MENTIONS OF SICKNESS (METAPHORICALLY)!!!! BLOOD, GUTS, ORGANS, CRYING, SNOT!!! BILLY LENZ BEING OBSESSED WITH YOU!!! BILLY LENZ BEING A YANDERE AND KILLING YOUR FAM AND FRIENDS!!! CANNIBALISM!!! UNHYGIENIC DENTAL HEALTH SUCH AS CROOKED YELLOW ROTTING AND LOOSE TEETH!!!!! UH NON-CONSENSUAL KISSING I GUESS!!!! FEELINGS OF BEING TAINTED AND DIRTY!!! HORRIBLE NAIL CARE!!! MENTIONS OF TURNED ON COCK AND CUM!!! MENTIONS OF BILLY FANTASIZING ABOUT BEING DEPENDENT ON YOU AND YOU SORTA BEING HIS CARETAKER!!! VOMITING IS IN THIS!!!! SO IS ABUSE!!!!! VOMIT SWALLOWING!!! SNOT SWALLOWING!!!! BILLY DIGS HIS NAILS INTO YOU!!! BILLY IS ALSO SOMEWHAT REPULSED BY HIS LOVE FOR YOU!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!
You were so beautiful, so gorgeous. The image of you refused to leave Billy’s brain, occupying most of his thoughts, growing into every crevice like how grass manages to find a way to grow through the concrete. You were a sickly disease, one that clogged Billy’s sinuses, one that made breathing a privilege.
The sight of you was a delicacy, Billy could feel the tears bubbling up and spilling over, you were like the shimmer on the lake on a sunny summer day. Billy couldn’t help but smile wide with his crooked and yellowed, rotten teeth whenever he even thought of you, couldn’t help the way his body felt disgustingly warm and his fingers curled in on his hand as if he could grasp you through the distance between you two.
He thought of having you all to himself all the time, you would never leave him, you would take care of him and be there for him, you would be at his beck and call, you would follow if he ever tugged on the leash, you would be so perfect, obedient and always taking good, good care of him.
Your whole life would center around him, he would drive away your friends, your family, he would kill then and eat them if he had to, covered in snot, flesh, blood and tears, his body shuddering as he hunched over their corpses, sniffling and only snorting more blood into his nostrils, sticky and tacky, forcing him to breath through his mouth like the dog he was.
He would kiss you with his chapped and cut lips, gripping you so harshly with his dirtied, impure hands that were deemed by the devil long ago. Uneven nails that held dirt, blood, cum, and snot underneath, thick and thin, with cracks layering the nails, nail beds scuffed and ridden with hangnails, filth forever imbedded into the atoms that made him up. He would dig his nails into you, drag them down, leaving you with pale dot scars to remember him by. He would spit into your mouth, his tongue would leave your entire mouth tainted, his teeth would clash against yours as if he were trying to maul your face off, and you could’ve sworn you brushed against a dangling tooth. His snot would ooze from his nose, dripping down, wet and thick and runny, clinging onto your lips, running down your throat. It was like making out with a corpse, and you were utterly repulsed by it, gagging and vomiting onto Billy multiple times, to which his reactions fluctuated. Either he would gladly swallow your waste up, rubbing it further into his being, or he would become enraged, yelling at you until your ear drums rang, gripping your neck and banging his head into yours, shoving you down and kicking you, stomping on your convulsing body, only causing you to projectile vomit further.
There were days where he was absolutely repulsed by his “love” for you, he felt disgusting, the way his cock throbbed and leaked for you. It was an itch that tugged at his flesh, that closed his throat and slit open his stomach, letting all its contents spill out, flipping it inside out, exposing all of the nerves, and forcing all of it back in, sewing it up with blue thread. He hated it so much, you made him feel so euphoric but so tainted he almost couldn’t live with it. You made him sick.