Look, Aym, I know you wanna annoy your big bro sometimes, but y'all really gotta stop putting the death god into silly mode. He is Very Dangerous, you see. ŎuŎ;
this idea wouldn't go away until i drew it so here it is lmfao
yan!mark talks to you this way when you try to escape btw!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 restraining orders are literally just suggestions when it comes to mark 🥺
mumble mumble predator/prey dynamic with yan!mark mumble mumble
cw; mentions of stalking, yan!mark, no smut but suggestive, just me rambling lolll, mdni 💕
yan!mark who never thought about pinning you until one day you sneak up on him to scare him (joke) and he just completely flips you over his hip and onto the floor. you have to fight back the vertigo from the way your entire world tilted to tell him it's just me! just me!!
and he's got his fist in the air, ready to strike.
his gaze softens when. . yeah. it is just you.
but he still hovers over you because. . you look so alarmed. your eyes wide with fear. your breath picking up. he can hear your heartbeat if he concentrates.
you look like a scared, cornered animal and mark has. . never been harder LMAOO. don't be surprised if he just gets on his knees and starts pulling your pants down <3
good luck trying to break up with him!! stalking you gives him a stiffy!!! xx
men will talk to a tree before talking to a therapist and they think this is somehow a gotcha towards the women who chose to be alone in the woods with a bear
one of these days i'm writing some kind of essay about lost media and humanity's need to solve loose ends. people only care about it because its lost. people only know its lost because somebody cared about it. it's such an achingly beautiful concept. it's such a horrifying fate. it's about mortality and the traitor that is memory and about love. its about the human spirit and a new kind of folklore. all forms of media preservation are a race against the deprecation and physical decomposition of their storage medium. i hope there's a heaven for art.
Summary: Carmy comes home from work so stressed he can hardly think. When he gets home, he sees his partner on the couch, and something clicks. He needs them, and it needs to happen now.
A/N: Had this sitting in my drafts, so I spruced it up a bit. Stressed guy like Carmy needs some SERIOUS relief… enjoy <3
Carmy feels like breaking something.
His ears are ringing, listening to echoes of screams at work that refuse to fade away. His body is tight with tension, and all he can think about is seeing them.
He needs to see them.
He almost slams the door open in a rush to get home. They’re laying on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, hair splayed on on the cushions. They perk up when they hear him entering.
“Carmy!” They chirp, smiling like the sun, and upon seeing his face, it grows serious. “Everything ok?”
“Work fucking sucked,” he mutters irritably. He’s walking briskly over. They’re finally right in front of him.
“Do you wanna ta—“ they’re halfway through their sentence before Carmy pulls them into a bruising, wet kiss.
“I want to eat you out, and then fuck you a couple times,” Carmy says lowly when he pulls back. Their kissed lips are parted in surprise. “Then I’ll tell you about today. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” they agree without hesitation, and he immediately pulls their underwear off.
With two forceful hands, Carmy spreads their legs wide by the inside of their thighs before swooping his head down between them. He wastes no time in bullying their clit with his tongue, using the tip to push it out and into his mouth. He starts sucking their clit immediately, cheeks hollowing at the tightness, and they keen.
Their moans are sweet and sharp like a strong mixed drink, and he’s intoxicated on the noise. He knows how messy he’s being, spit stains already dripping onto the couch cushions, but it doesn’t matter at all.
He sucks their clit in a brutal rhythm so quick that they come quickly, wetting themself on his chin pushed into their cunt. He relishes in the feeling of them covering his face, of their twitching clit between his sucking lips. And because he doesn’t want to bother, he pulls back, shoving his pants and underwear off just enough to get his hard cock out. Without any prep, he lines up and pushes in as they ride out the last couple waves of their orgasm. They make a wounded noise, a guttural moan.
“Carmy—fucking, shit—“ They’re gasping for air, hands scrambling to hold onto him as he starts pounding into them. They’re so wet from their orgasm, but still so deliciously tight.
“Be good and take it, just fucking take it,” Carmy whispers, leaning in close to them, and they whimper helplessly.
He remembers the anger from work, the frustration coursing through his body like lightning, the rage jetting from his ears like steam. He thinks about it every-time he fucks forward, slamming his hips against theirs, every time he thrusts brutally into their tight, stretching pussy.
“You’re coming, aren’t you? Why aren’t you letting me hear it?” Carmy asks. Their palm’s covering their mouth when they come for the first time on his cock, and he pries it off by grabbing their wrist and pinning it. They don’t try to cover their mouth again, instead just moaning so loud the next apartment over is bound to complain. “Fuck, th-that’s good. That’s better. I love, fuck, hearing you like this, always gotta let me hear you, gonna make me come—“
He makes them come one more time on his cock before he finishes inside them. Or maybe it was just an extension, instead just one really long orgasm—he wasn’t quite able to tell. They cry through it, weeping and moaning into the crook of his neck. They’re ruined, undone by the release of his pent up frustration.
He closes his eyes and listens to them cry out as he comes hard in their pussy. Their come dribbles down his shaft and the curve of his tightened balls. It’s so good it almost hurts, the pleasure acute and overwhelming. It’s like breaking a high fever, filling the gauge on a thermometer until it shatters.
“Carm…” Their voice is scratchy from how loudly they were moaning. They’re both coming down, panting in each other’s arms. Their tired arms connect behind his back under his shoulders. “Don’t pull out yet…”
“Mm, okay,” he murmurs, softening cock warmed by their wet pussy. Besides, there’d be a bigger mess if he pulled out. He wraps his arms around them and kisses their sweaty forehead. “You did so good, baby. Took me so well, just what I needed.”
And it’s true. He doesn’t even remember what made him so mad in the first place.