whaleish

dark fantasy

fat pigs who don’t really do much besides smoke and overfeed themselves

God I want to take care of you. Partly in a loving partner way, but more in a looking after you way like you need it. Driving you places. Holding your hand in public. Speak for you. Making decisions for you, so your dumb brain doesn't have to think. You'll only have to think what you want to eat next, and I'll order for you. Let your world shrink under my pampering, let responsibility and thought fade away. I'll take care of you. Food and pleasure your only concerns, your only thoughts. If they can be called thoughts

fat pigs who don’t really do much besides smoke and overfeed themselves

*gets high and eats fast food daily bed rotting for hours drinking more soda than water*

the specific kind of indulgent mommy-ing that hides darker intentions… are you sure you’ve had enough to eat, sweetheart? you look so thin and sickly. if your tummy hurts, that means you need to eat more. walking isn’t good for you, remember? it gets you all out of breath.