he smiles over at you, handing you a freshly baked lemon tart that we’re freshly made. he held it in his hand and held your chin, opening your mouth and feeding you, waiting for your reaction.

is it good, muffin? he asks with a head tilt, watching as you tasted it.

he would constantly be feeding you pastries, wanting to bloat you up. you had already gained weight from being with him but he just couldn’t help it, he loved to feed you.