hiii omg i have a fantasy that i can never ever get out of my head where my partner and i have a sort of dependent relationship where i have a sort of parental role like a mommy, and he's the baby, and i love taking care of him. i'd do anything for him. but he absolutely knows this and takes advantage of me
slowly gets more and more slobbish - at first, it was insisting that he can't cook for himself, then he can't feed himself, then he can't "go potty" by himself... that he can't stop eating all the greasy food, he can't change himself, don't i understand? and he looks at me so pleadingly, with puppydog eyes, and i have to help him. and i begrudgingly agree and he gets so happy, how could i not want to do anything for him?
he keeps pushing it further and further until he begins to throw tantrums because he wants to sit on ME while he plays videogames, not the dingy old couch - then tantrums because i don't want him to fart on my face, crying when i plead him not to take a dump right on my face - do i HATE him?? and i say no, of course not baby please okay okay you can do it on me, and he pressures me into saying i love it by sniffling and crying so pathetically, and when i say he loves it he pushes his fat ass harder down against my face and lets out a gross fart, and laughs at how nasty and yucky i am for letting him do that while i sob lololfjsbsjsjsjs
woahh... taking care of bratty spoilt baby of a partner who slowly indoctrinated you into tending to their every gross need <3 first, they're ripping bubblers on the couch and perking their ass up, asking u to sniff it and if you don't tears well up in their eyes and their lip will start wobbling until you have to cave like okay, okay baby.
playing you like the fiddle until they're squatting on the floor and pushing onto the floor. turning around, hole gaping around a thick log dangling between their legs and they're just pouting, like this should be a given. "are you watching?"
in the morning, they feel the heavy load in their stomach sitting in their gut, and they hike their legs up on the bed and their face screws up, making these quiet huffing noises and when you try to stop them they look so stricken. like you just told them to die, and they're whining and squirming on top of you. you want them to go on the cold, hard toilet? do you even love them? how could you ask them to do that when the bed is so nice and warm and cosy and they really just want to stay in your arms :(( pulling their knees up to their chest to push with a hnnghhh with big watery doe eyes, groaning with the most adorable relief as hot, mushy shit fills their undies and leaks down your leg. you don't mind the smell, right?
(nevermind the smug little smirk they hide, buried against your shoulder)
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