Carl and y/n have been married for a solid 67 seconds. He wants a divorce!! He's tired of you bossing him around.
Carl: IF YOU DONT STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, WE'RE OVER. ITS ALWAYS "CARL DO THIS! CARL DO THAT! CARLLLL"
Y/n: Carl...I'm sorry, I never realized how much of a bitch I was. I want- no NEED you so bad. Carl, I love you.
Carl: wow y/n. You've never said that to me before being we met yesterday. I love you too lol
It was time. Time you two made bebe. I mean if you two really loved each other, that's the only option. And you did love him, so much.
Y/n: Carl. You know what to do.
Carl: Yes mistress
Carl unbuckles his belt, underneath his clothes he's wearing scandalous little red lace G-string.
You stand in awe. You can't look up from his throbbing gargantuas cock.
Y/n: to calm your nerves.
You kneel down, eager to give the good suck.
Carl is shaking. You ask if he's ok, he doesn't reply. In fact he doesn't do anything. He's just standing there, expressionless. He falls down to the ground. God he's beautiful.
Y/n: CARLLLLLLL
You check his pulse. You realize he's dead. I guess he just died from so much love lmao
