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nohoney · 2 years

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When Bakugou returns from the gym and steps inside the apartment he shares with you, he smells the aroma one of his favorite takeout place and walks towards the kitchen after removing his gym shoes. There on the kitchen table are two styrofoam boxes that he sees are bulging from being packed inside with food. The old couple that runs the little eatery always serves extra portions whenever he walks in and the treatment is no different when you order from that place as well. He even sees a little paper bag of egg rolls too with the little side of sauce already pulled out to the side.

You bought lunch for him, which surprises Bakugou considering you and him had an argument last night.

He knows that it was a dumb argument that happened last night, something about car keys or maybe it was about the car itself. He’s not sure, Bakugou just remembers that it had something to do with the car and it ended with you sleeping with your back towards him. Naturally since you chose not to speak to him, he chose to also not to speak to you which was an issue the relationship was still learning to deal with. You and him both knew it wasn’t healthy to deal with your problems in that way.

The usual routine is that there would be silence for three days so the two of you are skirting around one another for a bit until either one of you present the olive branch to the other; the person’s favorite takeout food.

This is the first that you’ve reached out so soon to make amends, especially in the span of less than 24 hours.

Bakugou thinks that maybe that’s some good progress.

You come out from the bedroom dressed in your lounging shorts and your favorite big t-shirt (his shirt) and immediately go to him. Obviously he came from the gym so you stop just right in front of him and he sees how you move in that familiar motion to give him a kiss.

He meets you in the middle with a quick peck.

“‘M sorry baby, don’t wanna fight with you.” You tell him as you help slip off the strap to his gym bag on his shoulder and set it to the side in the hallway.

He gives his own apology, “Me too, I’m sorry for not listening to you yesterday.”

Just a simple apology is what’s needed to amend the little spat. If Bakugou hadn’t just returned from the gym then he would have given you a hug and rubbed his hand along your back to comfort you. But that has to wait until after he’s showered and after he’s had lunch. He had a nice long session at the gym and now he’s ready to replenish the calories he burned from weight lifting today.

You and him sit down, but you make sure to inspect the containers inside first before pushing his box towards him. Your orders are almost identical except you tend to get an extra side of veggies or crab rangoons sometimes depending on your mood. Bakugou’s order is always the same thing every single time though; half fried rice and chow mein, sautéed vegetables, and broccoli beef.

“Thank you baby, I appreciate it.” He tells you, nudging his foot against yours underneath the table.

Bakugou is famished.

He’s looking forward to food.

He’s happy that you and him made up.

He opens the lid to his styrofoam container and…

He can’t believe you.

“What the fuck?”

You look up at him, already having taken a forkful of your food and are busy chewing it. It’s not polite to talk with your mouthful but on the rare occasion you do, you put a hand over your mouth for a bit of privacy and also to be courteous so that no one sees you talk while you chew. So you do so and ask Bakugou, “What is it baby? It’s your favorites.”

“Yeah I can see that but why,” Bakugou flips the box in your direction so that you can see his food, “are all the tops of the broccoli fucking gone?!”

True to what he says, the green little vegetable tops are not attached to the stalk of it.

You swallow your food after a thorough chewing and nonchalantly say, “I didn’t want you to have them.”

“What the fuck? Why?!” Bakugou asks, unbelieving of this level of pettiness coming from you!

“Because I’m still mad at you, but I also didn’t want us to fight anymore. So there.” You inform your boyfriend as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Eat Katsuki.”

Bakugou inspects the broccoli stalks and sees the ridges of teeth marks on it so you didn’t even bother to take them out individually and cut off the florets with a knife. You literally just bit off the tops and put the stalks back in his food. But the question begs where exactly did the best part of the vegetable go?

You answer his silent question by lifting your fork and see a little broccoli floret speared through the prongs.

And you eat it in front of him.

This could be something to have another minor argument over.

Why would you get food as a means of making up if you were only going to spite him anyway? Why do something as petty as bite off broccoli heads when you know he enjoys the crunch of them? Why even bother apologizing when you just told him that you were still a little mad?

But Bakugou also realizes that you are still trying to make up with him and that you just added one slight jab to him, nothing that actually hurts his pride whatsoever. It’s barely an inconvenience, just a little blip is what it is as you eat another floret and wait for him to say something.

I’m making up with you but also letting you know that I’m still a little mad.

He decides that it’s okay and to let this be for what it is overall; an attempt to make up. This can just be a funny story later on that you tell your friends and it will be at his expense but not by much.

So Bakugou just merely picks up his utensils and tells you, “Thank you for getting lunch baby.”

You smile at him before extending your fork out towards him, a broccoli floret at the end of it and offered to him.

Maybe it’s not a huge milestone in how the two of you make up after a fight, but it’s an improvement nonetheless.

-i did in fact actually do this to my ex one time and we actually still laugh about it when it comes up

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha x reader

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hitlikehammers · 3 months

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eating fancy

rating: e ♥️ cw: domestic fluff, not-quite-but-not-not-dirty talk, playful banter, silly boys being silly asf, love is when the food is also kinda foreplay, first encounters with a crab rangoon, eddie munson's mouth makes innocent food obscene—fact ♥️ tags: established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life, idiots in love, softness

for @steddielovemonth day nine: Love is sharing food (@sparklyslug)

you may recall a very important scene that takes place over crab rangoons for the rockstar!husbands in je ne regrette rien; this would be their first go-round

“Ooo, we eating fancy?”

Steve rolls his eyes and plops the bags on the countertop, the grease already drawing wide circles on the paper.

“Chinese takeout?” he snorts and raises a brow Eddie’s way because oh yeah, very fancy, but he unloads the bags and padded them to Eddie to open up so they can grab from them, they’ve learned it’s easier to just eat out of the containers and pass them back and forth, but then he’s folding the bag up and he catches his beloved fucking boyfriend—

With all of the little white boxes arranged, and very clearly not opened, but almost making…a snake or something. Maybe a path?

“I like the little cartons,” Eddie comments brightly, with that innocent sort of grin of his that goes and melts in Steve’s chest and drips like honey over his ribs, draped molten, every goddamn time: “they’re like mini houses, you could build a city,” then his head snaps up, eyes wide and glinting, molten just the same his lips part and his grin because something bigger, fuller, taking up more dimensions at a time:

“Oh, fuck, I could,” and he’s moving the boxes around quick, and Steve knows him well, can tell when he’s devising a plan and his hands fly manic to excuse the vision: “a whole new campaign, I could map it out with—“

“How about one,” Steve catches Eddie’s palm on top of the cashew chicken; “you finish the campaign you havefirst,” and Eddie tries those eyes at him, the pleading edge of them almost widened to their fullest advantage but Steve’s developing some degree of tolerance, now, and can at least tip his head just so to indicate that he doesn’t intend to budge—it works, on Eddie and himself, about thirty-percent of the time; and this is one of those third-of-the-time occasions, because Eddie pouts his lower lip and pulls a hand back from building his kingdom or whatever, which means Steve can give a little in return, because that’s what they are, they’re give-and-take almost relentlessly. They’re a fucking team, and a damn good one at that.

“And two,” Steve takes it upon himself to start untucking the tops of the cartons and sticking forks in; “we order, like, just a bunch of white rice for that, so your little buildings aren’t full of fucking grease.”

Eddie brightens up for that, excitement hitting first before he looks at Steve and softens in a breath, looks so fucking huggable, kissable, touchable—

No. Not yet: they have dinner. Maybe not fancy, but Steve would like at least the first round eating what he bought to be warm-ish before it goes the way of leftovers-straight-from-the-fridge.

“So smart, baby,” Eddie croons, and Steve bites his lip over a grin, and yeah, maybe his pulse still flutters a little when Eddie’s voice hits that pitch, or when he says that kinda shit, and means it—Steve not gonna pretend otherwise, or fucking apologize for it.

He’s down to the little bags of eggs rolls and almond cookies, the shitty and really-unnecessary-but-they-come-with-so-they-have-to-try chopsticks, and oh, yes.

He grabs one of these babies out of the little crinkly bag with the bleeding ink and pops it straight into his mouth in one peace, champing it gleefully before smiling at Eddie, who’s grabbed his set of stick and is poking at the bag carefully, almost warily, like something’s gonna bite him.

“What the fuck is that,” Eddie’s eyes dart between Steve’s mouth and the still-half-ensconced wanton-y things in the bag.

“Hrah hanhoo,” Steve tries to talk around his food but it’s a lost cause: he did eat the whole thing in one go.

Fucking worth it though, and Eddie just stares until he swallows, then stares while he swallows, follows the motion down his throat and Steve can clock how his pupils dilate for it; never fails to give him a rush as he clears his throat and breaks his pair of chopsticks apart to scissor them clumsily against the point of another piece:

“Crab Rangoon,” Steve says simply, but Eddie’s eyes just…kinda get wider?

“So is it crab, or,” he asks, very carefully, measured and hesitant: “or is it raccoon?”

Steve’s lucky he didn’t put another one in his mouth yet for the way he goddamn snorts.

“Rangoon,” he tries not to laugh too hard; “crab and cream cheese in a little fried,” he gestures to the pointy crispy could-be-a-ninja-weapon-if-ninja-weapons-were-delicious.

Wait, could ninja weapons be tasty?

“Aww, it’s kinda little a star,” Eddie’s saying as he lifts one out from where he skewered it straight through with one of his chopsticks, which Steve was about…ninety-eight percent sure wasn’t the right way to use them, like, at all.

“And the crab is,” Eddie takes his other chopstick and pokes at the top where it’s all gathered in together and crisped: “oh, a little pouch that’s all,” he moves his head around to study it from all side; “puckered up, and kinda red,” and oh, his tone hasn’t changed but Steve knows this man; “also kinda,” and yep, the tone stays perfectly even but he gives himself away in the way he licks his lips:

“Kinda milky—”

“Stop,” Steve cuts him off, and for good measure he knocks Eddie’s clinical examination of the food out of they way to inexpertly-but-at-least-there’s-no-stabbery-involved lift the wanton up and shove it at Eddie’s lips until he bites half, and shuts up so Steve can make plain his term:

“Not in front of the food,” he declares, and then drops the other half on his tongue because fuck, they’re good.

“You don’t even know which end I was referring to,” Eddie whines a little once he’s chewed through his half.

“Honestly, either fucking pucker is not what I am focused on right now,” Steve nails him with a stare—not a glare, it’s not angry, it’s just pointed—as he goes to finally fucking open the rest of the cartons and start goddamn eating dinner.

“Hmm,” Eddie pouts, and yes, Steve is very much aware he’s displaying one end’s pucker for a fucking reason like the petulant dickhead he is: “that’s a pity.”

“It’s gonna get cold,” Steve volleys back easily because it’s not like this is new. It’s not like he doesn’t know the rules of engagement here, the terms of the game.

It’s not like he’s not head-over-heels in love with this jackass, or anything.

“Fair,” Eddie concedes, and it’s….it’s too easy.

Steve lets himself give into the pepper beef but…he’s careful. He doesn’t take his bites too big, lest he choke on whatever Eddie’s cooking up.

And right on goddamn cue:

“Are you rimming the rangoon?”

“No,” Eddie says as he slowly slurps his tongue back between his teeth to look at Steve dead in the eyes before diving back in:

“I’m making sure,” and he licks; “I get all,” and he swirls that tongue, the fucker, he’s unhinged; “the creamout,” and Eddie may only just make it without grinning as wide as it’s very clear he wants to, but his eyes.

Always: his eyes give him away.

“You’re absurd,” Steve huffs evenly and very much does not shift a single inch for the weight starting to strain at his jeans.

“Just making sure you have a full understand on what you might be missing,” Eddie notes blithely, as he pulls gently at the points of the wanton wrapping and stretches the pouch out for Steve to see and…Chinese takeout should be this obscene. It really shouldn’t. It wasn’t built for this.

And yet here’s Eddie Munson, everyone: so of course it was going to be making its pornographic debut in that sinful fucking mouth, Jesus Christ.

“We fucked on this table like, two nights ago,” Steve points out, almost incredulous but he can’t even pretend to be because this is Eddie, so: this not wholly unprecedented beahavior: “I’m gonna fuck you when we go to bed in a couple hours,” he adds meaningfully, because it’s also fucking relevant; “I am not missing anything.”

Eddie dips his chin and eyes Steve shrewdly, almost pityingly, god.

God.

“You’re missing me licking you like a crab raccoon right this moment, though,” Eddie counters with something like dismay, or, or, like lament in his tone. “This singular sliver of time,” he sighs, and shakes his head: “and you’re sitting there with your lo mien.”

In fairness: it is Eddie’s lo mien. They share all the cartons but Eddie is the one who orders the lo mien, who brought that into the order that’s become their regular; theirs.

But that’s just technicalities.

“It’s delicious lo mien,” Steve sniffs, juts out his chin and sticks his nose in the air a little before he gives up the chopsticks to spin the noodles round-and-round dizzy on the fork.

“Not compared to me,” Eddie tacks on, leans in almost touching just as Steve lifts the fork to his lips. He pauses.

“I do not compare my boyfriend to food,” directly, or like, out loud; “just because two things are edible doesn’t make them,” he licks his lips to finds the right word: “equatable,” yeah, that sounds right enough.

Eddie snorts in disbelief, shakes his head:

“Says you.”

But then he’s turning to stab a stick in the crinkly bag again, and Steve grins before he impales another crab-pucker—oh Jesus, shit, he’s gonna equate those now, isn’t he, that connection’s stuck in his brain forever, holy fuck.

“They’re good though, right?” Steve asks as he comes to terms with this new horrifying association he’ll never be able to escape.

“Fucking delicious,” Eddie admits, grin curling so his dimples pop and he glows: “let’s definitely get more than one bag next time. I, umm,” he Pickens a little before he flicks his eyes up to Steve just shy of apologetic; “I maybe ate more than my half of them?”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, swirls some more lo mien on his fork before he replies:

“Don’t sorry, babe,” he gestures with his noodly-utensil; “I’ll have my share of red-milky puckers later on.”

And Eddie chokes a little, and fucking good: Steve damn well better not be the only one stuck with the consequences of that fucking image in his head.

The bad ones…

And of course also the good ones.

tag list (comment to be added): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #established relationship #established steddie #idiots in love #slice of life #banter #domestic fluff #silly boys being absurd together #food-based euphemisms anyone?#starring: the humble crab rangoon being subjected to the wiles of eddie munson's sinful mouth #period-typical halfassing of chopstick use #steddielovemonth #love is sharing food #but seriously: is it crab or is it raccoon?#stranger things

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obesogen · 8 days

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The Back Room

contains: voyeurism in a public setting, degradation/humiliation (of the FA, not the fattie) fluids, Feeder/feedee, gender unspecified, 2nd person/reader insert if ya want

You are just an innocent bystander. This is not your fault.

It's Friday. You're out to dinner with a good friend at the fancy all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet in town.

Your buddy just put in their two weeks notice and you two you are celebrating in indulgent fashion. The plan is well underway when you can't help but notice a couple walk into the restaurant.

Well, one of them walks in. The other waddles.

The skinnier of them is about 5’8” or so. They appear somewhat haggard but strong, a works-with-their-hands type. Their companion is easily twice their weight and significantly shorter, a fluffy, soft marshmallow. They are wearing bike shorts that are catastrophically too tight, causing a hill of insistent chub to crest the waistband. The fabric of their shorts has been stretched so far as to become translucent. Silky arm fat bursts out of the strained crease of their crop top's armpit and side boob is dripping out of the bottom of it. Chunky calves threaten to envelop their proportionately delicate ankles and feet.

These two have to be a Feeder and feedee, they just have to be. You silently pray that they are because you're not at all sure you can stop trying to get a look, even if they're not.

The Feeder greets the beaming Host warmly and it is immediately clear that all three know each other well. The two of them must be regulars. You watch with mounting arousal as the Host and Feeder carefully lead the slow-moving feedee along the path of least resistance through the dining room. It takes a quick eternity for them to cross it gracelessly, through the tittering and disdain of fellow diners, unconcerned.

All the while, you're trying hard not to obviously, hungrily devour the stolen glimpses of swaying soft you catch out of the side of your eye while badly pretending to be listening to your friend. You're appalled by how sweaty and riled you are, how fast you were gripped with monstrous lust, all hunched and tense over half finished crab legs (or whatever you would eat. I would be eating crab legs). They disappear into the back room, usually reserved for parties.

You are by now having serious trouble hiding your predicament. You haven't even been pretending to pay attention for the last minute.

"Hello?! Anyone home?" your friend snaps their fingers in your face.

You laugh a little too quickly and make appropriate eye contact with them, flushed. You apologize sheepishly. You just got caught… off guard, you say. Momentarily. Sorry. "I bet, you fucking perv" they laugh at you pityingly, but not entirely unkindly. They know you have a type and that type is legendary. They know it's just so difficult for you to be painfully hard under the table pretending not to watch an enormous person struggle to walk 150 feet across an all-you-can-eat buffet. A horny mess like you can’t really be expected to listen to them talk about whatever shit Danielle in Accounting did last week. You couldn’t possibly stop imagining that stranger’s upper arm in your teeth for 20 seconds and let them finish a thought. You have never been able to be an appropriate amount of horny, how could they expect anything else from you. You eat your food in shameful, steaming silence.

Though the feedee remains behind closed doors out of your sight, you see their Feeder get up to start fixing plate (s) for them. By the time they return to the back room they're carrying 4 plates, balancing them expertly in fine dining style. The plates are laden with various treats which you definitely were not watching them lovingly select.

One plate is all fried: crispy egg rolls, spring rolls, crab rangoon, chicken wings, juicy fried pork and chive dumplings, scallion pancakes, the works. Various sauces.

The second plate is heaped with sticky sweet bbq ribs, sweet and sour chicken, a mountain of white rice, and a landslide of mixed veggies with a ton of extra baby corn and snow peas. Their feedee clearly has good taste.

Still another plate is all seafood: the aforementioned buttery snow crab legs, shrimp, steaming mussels, spiny little rock lobsters, clams… more shrimp, but tempura this time.

The last one isn't really a plate, its a bowl. The bowl is filled with vanilla soft serve (of course) and fresh fruit. Just for good measure, there's also two shiny, glazed roast pork buns balanced precariously on top. You bet a little bit of vanilla ice cream getting on a sweet, doughy pork bun is good as hell. No, you can’t be horny and hungry. You are already full and still have food. You are considering trying it though. Not to try to get a look, of course not, but just to get some dessert.

While you are deliberating and “talking” to your friend, you spy a busboy running towards the back room holding an extra-wide, high weight capacity folding chair. It's clear that this hefty cutie isn't their most comfortable on even the armless chairs that are as used to accommodating heavy people as any chair at a buffet should be. They still need something wider.

You’re dying in here. You need to wash your face and think of the least sexy things you can imagine: hairless plastic abs, taxes, etc. You excuse yourself to use the restroom and ask your friend if they want anything from the buffet on your way back.

“I want you to make sure you wash your filthy hands when you’re done, you useless degenerate” they snap. “C’mon, man, Jesus Christ—” you look around as you get up to see if anyone heard your friend, who has since lost all patience and good humor towards you and your inability to get it together.

You get up from the table and it’s as bad as you feared. You’re so aroused, not to mention full of crab legs, and just need to cool down long enough to make it home. Or at least to the car after you drop your friend off.

Your underwear is tight and rubbing your poor swollen dick. You’re so overstimulated that each step towards the bathroom is somewhat labored. Thankfully, labored movements toward the bathroom are not uncommon here so you fly under the radar for the most part.

You almost reach the bathroom door when out of the corner of your eye you realize that you suddenly can see them through the glass doors of the back room as you pass.

The Feeder is indeed lovingly in the midst of hand-feeding the feedee an egg roll dripping with sweet duck sauce. They have one hand under their feedee’s belly, which is pulled out of their shorts, nude and sumptuous under the long banquet table. It hangs heavy between their knees when fully unfurled with two massive lobes comprising the bottom of the apron and a pronounced dip in the center; 3 shaped.

You accidentally make eye contact with the feedee briefly, as you turn to enter the bathroom, sweaty and collapsing from fevered arousal. They just slowly lick their lips, staring into your very being, hungrily, menacing, devouring you with their eyes, daring you to keep looking.

You almost make its to the stall, but unfortunately for you,

You bust in your underwear, untouched, and now facing the long walk back to the table, wetly covered in yourself.

Worth it.

#wg text #death feedee #death feedist #extremely obese #obese piggy #death feedism #obesogen blog: my take on a cliche to end all cliches #morbid obesity and the all you can eat buffet

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darlingsoftie · 6 months

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have you ever done a public stuffing?

See this kind of a funny ask, I've said previously that I worked at a mall. So I ate in the food court almost every day because I'm addicted to being handed nice food to stuff myself with. It's not an exaggeration to say I was doing a public stuffing almost every day at that mall.

I would order two entire orders of hibachi chicken with fried rice, multiple egg rolls and crab rangoons. I'd get a huge soda and then walk through the line of the milkshake place and get the largest, most calorie loaded milkshake they had and sit down in the food court to stuff myself for an hour. I was getting fat and my appetite was skyrocketing, but I do not understand how I was able to walk afterwards and complete a shift because I wouldn't be able to waddle from the store to the food court currently without being exhausted, much less with a completely full belly.

I didn't even really think about it at the time because I just loved food and knew I wanted to get fatter, but it would have been a free show for any feeders walking bye.

#me #asks #darlingsoftie #I also ate so much cheesecake at the mall omfg

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xsweetcatastrophe · 14 days

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You Broke Me First

Part 15

Zoe woke up a couple hours later, feeling slightly better and very relaxed.

Her eyes scanned the room - she was still wrapped up in the same spot, on the comfiest bed she's ever been in. She rolled onto her back and stretched her legs and arms as well, reaching them up over her head. Cillian stirred besides her.

"What time is it?" Zoe rasped out.

Cillian reached over and checked his phone. The TV was still on, casting some light in the dark room. The storm was still raging outside.

"It's 4:30" He replied, setting his phone down.

"Did you get a chance to sleep?" Zoe asked.

Cillian smiled. "Yea, until your snoring woke me up"

Zoe looked mortified. "I do NOT snore!"

Cillian laughed. "I should have recorded you"

"You better not!!" Zoe said, lightly pushing his shoulder. Cillian laughed. He looked over at her. "Relax. I wouldn't do that. And yes I slept a bit. I got up to make a cup of tea. I would of asked you, but you were out like a light"

Zoe smiled. "It's easy when this bed is so comfy. I can't believe you get to sleep in this every night. This is heaven"

Cillian broke his smile, and looked back at the TV. Zoe noticed, Did I say something wrong? she wondered.

"You hungry?" Cillian said, sitting up. "We can order some food. Want some Chinese? There's a place I order from that has the best egg rolls"

Zoe sat up, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Cill, I feel like a freeloader staying here all day. It's not fair to you. I already stayed way too long and you've been very kind when you didn't need to-"

"But I want you to stay" Cillian said, turning around.

Zoe looked shocked. "You do?"

"Yea.... and plus, we have an episode of succession to catch up on, remember?" Cillian said, hopefully.

Zoe smiled. "okay fine. You grab the takeout menu, i'll get HBO up and running."

Forty five minutes later, they had a bed picnic of chicken and broccoli, lo mein, crab rangoon and egg rolls. Succession was playing while they were quietly eating, passing back and forth the takeout containers between them.

They both didn't want to address the elephant in the room.

the elephant being the fact this arrangement was coming to an end in a month and a half, and they were starting to enjoy each other's company. They were acting like a couple when they were in fact NOT a couple. They had to act like a couple when they were out in public; not in the confines of their own homes. Sure, they had to get to know each other, but calling Cillian wasted and him picking Zoe up and taking care of her all night and morning was a move reserved for people more than just "acquaintances."

That's what Zoe was scared of; He would move on after this arrangement was done and he'd go to live his life, date the models, walk the red carpets, and she'll just be a blip in his past. She'll always come up as a girl he dated; that is what she'll be known for. Cillian Murphy's ex girlfriend. Where does she go from here? Sure, she has a job; but what about her reputation? Did she ruin it? Would any job she gets be because of her talent, and not because of who she dated? Would anyone want to date her after this or would she be labeled as "too much baggage"? Would she still be followed by people wanting to take her picture?

Zoe put down her fork and took a sip of the glass of water on the bedside table. She noticed her phone next to the glass; still on the charger but still off. She knew had to turn it on eventually, but she kind of liked being disconnected from everyone. She felt like she was in a bubble with Cillian, and no one could get to them.

She grabbed her phone and turned on the power button.

I'm just going to text Dana and let he know I'm alive, Zoe thought. Then I'm turning it right back off.

Sure enough, there were some texts and missed calls from Dana, some texts not making sense (they were from last night) and many from this morning, stating the usual hungover texts.

I'm never drinking again I feel like I got hit by a truck Text me when you get this, so i know you're good

Zoe sent her a quick text, letting her know she was okay and that she, too, felt like shit. She powered her phone back down, but not without noticing some texts from her mom.

Not strong enough for that right now, Zoe thought.

Cillian began to collect the takeout containers and bring them downstairs to the trash. Zoe got out of the bed and smoothed out the blanket, brushing off any crumbs that might be left over.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself. When she would sit and think about her future, she always pictured days like this with her husband; rainy, cozy days in bed, under the covers, sleeping, kissing, watching TV.

She didn't think she'd be doing this with Cillian Murphy.

Cillian came back as soon as Zoe was finishing cleaning the blanket. She half thought since they were done eating, he would offer to have Joseph drive her home. Instead, he got back in bed and resumed his position that he had all afternoon.

Zoe crawled back in bed, resting her head against the soft pillows. She turned to face him.

"so....." Zoe said. She didn't know what she was saying. The silence was killing her. She felt there was tension in the room. She didn't know what from, she just knew something felt off.

"So...." Cillian repeated, also not sure what to say.

After about 10 seconds of awkward silence, they both looked at each other and laughed. Cillian scooted down and lay on his side, facing her. They were inches away, staring at each other.

"So are you always this accommodating to the drunk ladies you score on the weekends?" Zoe said, instantly regretting it. that's the best I can come up with? I sound like such a loser.

"The ladies I score on the weekends? You think I'm that good huh?" Cillian chuckled. "Drunk ladies aren't my thing. And I much rather be home. I'm not one for going out every night. I'm past that phase in my life."

"Then why'd you come get me then? You could of easily just hung up or not answered when I called."

Cillian smiled softly. "Because I care. Contrary to what you believe. And whenever you call... i'll always answer."

Zoe smiled again. "You have a funny way of showing you care... sometimes"

"... Because everyone I ever cared about like this, left."

Zoe's heart broke. He cared. She cared. They both care. And they both shouldn't.

"What's going to happen when this is done?" Zoe whispered.

Cillian sighed. "I guess we... go our separate ways"

Zoe felt a lump in her throat. Through all the bullshit that happened, she develop feelings for Cillian. She didn't want to admit it, but she did. And the fact that there's a timeline on their relationship made her feel anxious. She wanted to soak up every second with him while she could. She just needed to be sure, 100000% sure, beyond a reasonable doubt, that they were on the same page.

"Cillian" Zoe said, bravely. Just do it. Say it.

"Hm?"

"I..." Zoe started, voice now faltering.

Cillian smiled, and rested his hand on her cheek.

"i know."

He knows? knows what?

"No, let me just say it." Zoe said. She was so sick of letting things go unsaid.

"As much as you drive me crazy, and the shit you pulled last night at my apartment... I can't stop thinking about you. You're like the breath of fresh air I needed. I find myself looking forward to Sundays when you come over, and every time I hear my phone go off, i hope it's you. I just... I don't know. I know we shouldn't of, and this was all just supposed to be an agreement, but I can't help it."

Cillian smiled, hand still on her cheek. "I know."

I know? I know?? What does that mean? He feels the same way? or he can tell how I feel? Why are men so vague??

"Last night, when I left your apartment after I ... you know" Cillian said, rolling his eyes. Zoe couldn't help but giggle. It was so stupid what he did.

"I came home, and I came up here, and put on HBO and had every intention of finishing the episode we started. But I couldn't"

"Why?" Zoe asked.

Cillian's demeanor softened, if it could get any softer. "I didn't want to watch it without you. It's a little bit of you I look forward to every week. It didn't feel right. I wanted to watch it with you."

Zoe smiled. "Well, It's been on and we've been missing it this entire time" She whispered.

"Cillian smiled. "This is better" His thumb softly rubbing against her cheek. He sighed. "You make me very nervous" He continued.

"You terrify me" Zoe replied. That caught Cillian off guard.

"Wow. Haven't been called that before" he chuckled.

"Sorry," Zoe said, mentally kicking herself for saying another dumb thing. "It's just... I haven't been treated very kindly by guys... ever."

"And I've been left." Cillian whispered back. "Discarded to the side like it's nothing."

"It's their loss. It's her loss" Zoe said. Cillian froze for a second, picking up on Zoe saying "her"; she meant his ex wife. When will it not be a sore subject? When will he forgive himself?

Zoe reached out and put her hand on his cheek as well, mirroring his hand on her. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Zoe scooted even closer to him, his hand falling from her cheek to under the covers, resting on her hip. Their chests slightly bumping every time they breathed, noses slightly brushed up against each other. Zoe could stay here forever.

"Zoe" Cillian whispered.

"hm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Zoe melted. "Yes"

Cillian lifted his head and his lips met hers.

There was no electrifying feeling from the kiss. There was no butterflies. No one got weak in the knees, and no one had their breath taken away.

They felt calm. They relaxed into each other. The heaviness that weighed on their chest was suddenly gone. They felt weightless, like they could float away.

Zoe kissed him back, slowly parting her lips and letting his tongue meet hers. He deepened the kiss and squeezed her hip. He pulled away but still close enough to have their lips touch.

"Stay the night with me" He whispered.

Zoe smiled back at him.

"I don't mean it like that," Cillian immediately said, realizing the position they were in. "I just... I just don't want this to end. I want you close to me"

Zoe smiled and gave him another kiss.

How could she ever leave?

tags: @lau219 @wolfieellsworld @shopgirl6us

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy

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bignfatpookies · 4 months

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this is a story... about you. pt. 1

you were always a thin girl. Weren't you? you grew up with parents who wanted you to stay thin your entire life. so they dictated everything. they made your meals, scheduled your workouts, and dictated your friends. you were already mindless, and dependent on someone else to do things for you, weren't you? and they didn't properly prepare you to do those things alone.

and then you went to college. and lucky you... I was your roommate. Of course, I agreed to help you with meal plans, and your workout routines... so you wouldn't have to worry about anything except for graduating. I thought you needed... a little more meat on your bones.

and so... you didn't know I was feeding you... so much more. sure, your stomach feeling tight after a meal was a new feeling... but you didn't think much of it. in a passing thought, you did wonder if this was a normal amount of food to be eating... but you shrugged it off. you were already exactly how I wanted you to be. letting me do the thinking for you.

so you ate 4 meals a day. and thought nothing of it. one day I tried to push the limits of how much I could get you to eat. so for breakfast, you had scrambled eggs, 3 slices of toast, two doughnuts, and a large serving of biscuits and gravy. and you gobbled it up so fast.. telling me all about how you had never had a doughnut before. and how good my cooking was compared to your parents.

lunch was Chinese food. I ordered chicken fried rice, orange chicken, egg rolls, buttery rolls, and crab rangoons. all of this food was supposed to be shared between me and you. but you got to it before I could get any... and you ate it all, without a thought. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to relieve myself.

mid-afternoon "snack" as you called it, but was really just a mid-afternoon meal. it was Ramen. Of course, these meals were a bit smaller, to keep you thinking they were just snacks. so you had a small plate of dumplings and some top ramen.

Dinner was Pizza. normally, I would give you around 3 or 4 slices.. but today I pushed it a little. I gave you almost half of the pizza and 4 garlic breadsticks. and watched you scarf it all down. and for dessert, I let you wash it all down with a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. god, you were so stuffed... I watched your already tight-fitting shirt hug your bloated gut, as you burped and groaned, slowly falling into a food coma on the couch.

and this is only the beginning, sweetheart. keep your eye out for Pt. 2 :)

#feedee encouragement #death feederism #dark feederism

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lantur · 8 months

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It's a new month <3 September is one of my favorites - it's the start of fall, and it's also Derek's and my wedding anniversary month.

I looked back at my goals for August, and I'm happy that I exceeded them. I also started a couple of new things - I got back to weightlifting for the first time since 2020, and I started studying social work textbooks. I cooked a few new recipes (standouts: matcha cake, egg rolls). I'm looking forward to continuing with weightlifting and expanding social work knowledge over this month and beyond.

Another thing that has been working out really well: For months now, I've struggled with extreme hunger, like literally feeling starving, hollow, and weak every day. Probably due to being very active and also changing my antidepressant dose earlier this year. I started making an effort to eat a high-protein breakfast (with cottage cheese and a boiled egg, not together but separately), and that sensation of persistent gnawing hunger has vanished. Getting that extra bit of protein has made a huge difference in how I feel, and I feel much better now.

The month has gotten off to a good start. I went for a run yesterday for the first time in a couple of weeks. I was so happy with how easy it felt. Running has always been my #1 fitness love, but persistent aches, pains, and injuries led me to do less of it for the past year and a a half, balancing it out with swimming and stair climbing. Since I started strengthening my lower body, I've been able to run without aches and pains. :) I got a massage yesterday too.

I did my last batch of planting for this season in the front yard today, went out for ice cream with Derek, and took advantage of some Labor Day sales to do a bit of shopping. I ordered a couple of new black teas from H&S and some stuff from Bath and Body Works, which I'm excited about. I made crab and cream cheese rangoons and sesame meatballs for dinner tonight while listening to my National Park After Dark podcast. I love Appetizer Dinner Nights. Derek and I are going to watch Scream 2 in a bit. :)

#lanturing #starting the month off with a weekend is the Way

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cornerofhell · 27 days

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What are the ladies favorite foods and suggestions for date night?

Gonna go with all my Slasher!OC ladies for this onee

Crystal Cleopatra Frost (nee~Winters) Crystal's favorite food is.... quite honestly any of Jack's baked dishes? Even when they were human, Crystal would adore trying her man's cookies, cakes, and pies, and it's nice to watch him do it too. Both the experience and the taste makes the food super enjoyable. As for date night, honestly, Crystal would probably suggest a nice little Mexican restaurant. She loves spicy food, the music is great for them to relax to, and the lovebirds can both chat together over chips and dip, being fed while also having their time together! Plus it's fun when Jack dares her to drink the Tapitillo.

Miriam Jessica Claus (nee~Allen) Miriam's favorite food is chicken noodle soup, especially with some saltines. It's just a cozy little dish to warm you up in one of the coldest places on earth. It's like a warm hug in a meal! As for date night, Miriam loves to cook herself (and her husbands know she's damn good at it) so most of the time, she cooks, and Jack provides the dessert while Santa gets the table ready for them all to enjoy.

Hela Claus (nee~Kaupaland) Hela's favorite food is... Cheeseburgers! Bless the modern humans, because if there's one thing that Hela goes straight for during lunch after a long day at the office, it's a greasy, double quarterpounder cheesy burger that's been through the garden TWICE. As for her suggestion for date night, it honestly depends. Hela loves making old Norse dishes for her Santa (Mrs Claus IS one hell of a cook after all), but when they're both tuckered out, Hela likes to suggest they go to a bar-food hybrid. Get a good brew and a bite with her love and get up to some mischief!

Michelle Linda Ray (nee~Burns) Michelle's favorite foods are cheese platters! She likes the new flavors that can be created from trying new things, the sweets, the savory, the kicks of spice, it's so interesting to try these flavors, especially since she didn't have a huge offering growing up. It's nice to just chill with some blueberry cheese and crackers sometimes. As for date night, Michelle would go with a nice high-up Italian restaurant. Ones that really pamper you with your glass constantly being refilled, the cheese freshly grated, one that would spoil her and her husband and wife, like she knows they all want.

Donna Jean Caputo-Angelo Donna's favorite food is Chinese Takeout. Specifically General Tso's, an order of egg rolls, and crab rangoon. She ordered it a lot when she was all alone on the road, and when she first moved in with Eddie. It's a simple meal that has a lot of good memories of new freedom and cute puppylove. This is also what Donna would suggest for date night, even later on when they're older. It brings a lot of good memories for both of them and it's nice to just snuggle while using their chopsticks and fighting over the last crab rangoon.

Lucky Jean Leprechaun (nee~Ramone) Lucky's favorite food is good ol' fashioned pizza pie! A dinner that she can choose what to put on it, and that tastes delicious. Even when she can afford all the food she wants, pizza is just that comfort food to fall back upon. As for date night, Lucky honestly likes a good buffet. She and Lubdan can both choose what they want, and talk about what they chose, while still spending time together, and suggesting foods they'd already gotten, to provide the other with their own good experiences!

Rosalie/Rosie Lorraine Tudor (nee~Barker) Do you really have to ask what Rosie's favorite food is? Since she was younger, Rosie has been into food science. Different flavors meshing into a new one. And the one that provided the most results and blew her mind was ice cream. Not to mention she met her beloved through it so there's a plus all on its own. Her favorite flavor is birthday cake! As for date night, there's pretty much a go-to for Gregory and Rosie, and that's a cute little sixties-style diner. Cheese burgers and fries, sharing a milkshake, and dancing to the bops? It's heaven and a half.

#horror #slashers #slasher oc #crystal frost #hela claus #michelle linda ray #donna jean angelo #miriam claus #lucky jean ramone #rosie tudor #child's play #brideofchucky #ice cream man #leprechaun #eddie caputo #santas slay #jack frost 1997 #slasher #horror ocs

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nuaghtylilgirl · 10 months

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Very excited have my bestie and her bf coming for dinner I'm making homemade Mongolian beef, egg rolls, experimental crab rangoon (because I don't have all the correct ingredients but I have very similar ingredients)and experimental homemade sweet and sour sauce (cuz again I don't have the correct ingredients but it's very similar) I'm very excited to see how all this turns out it smells great so far might post pics later IDK.

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archeryqueen95 · 5 months

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I was tagged by the amazing @narcobarbies !! Thank you so much for tagging me!! 🥰💕🥰💕🥰💕🥰

Last Song: Off the Record by IVE

Song Stuck in my Head: Every Summertime by Niki

Favorite Color: Purple, Green, Black, Blue sometimes Pink

Currently Watching: Sex Education, Money Heist, and Found on Peacock

Currently Reading: I've been reading a lot of lately. So, I would definitely pick: Hiding a Vampire by @jonghoslvt , The Thing About Pretty Boys by @marycorcaroli , Private Lessons by @anundyingfidelity , Something Else by @misslovasstuff , Strawberry and Black Tea by @bowieandqueen11 , Caramel, Salted by @citrinae , and Distraction by @obscure-imagines

Currently Craving: That's amazing question! I'm craving love and affection!!! 😂😂😂😂 But, for food definitely craving Honey Chicken Chipotle Strips from Chili's and Chinese food

Last Movie: Anna Lucasta (1958)

Sweet, Spicy, Savory: All of the Above because I'm greedy! 😂🤣😂

Relationship Status: Very single 😪😪 * in Debbie Jelinsky voice* Don't I deserve love... and jewelry?

Current Obsession: I'm not really sure what I'm obsessed with of lately. I guess it would be health, my painting skills, and mental health

3 Favorite Foods: I'm addicted to good food. So, I'm going to list them all: Crab Rangoons, Spinach and Artichoke dip, Southwestern Egg rolls, Cinnamon rolls, Brownies, Pound cakes, Cheesecakes, Cookies, Pancakes, Waffles, Dumplings, Potstickers, Ham Lo Mein, General Tso's chicken, Orange Chicken, Hunan Wings, House Special Fried Rice, Shrimp Egg Foo Young, Moo Shu Pork, Crunchwrap Supremes, Chicken Chalupas, Cinnamon Twists, Coconut Shrimp, and Crispy Honey-Chipotle Chicken

Last Thing I Googled: List of Christmas Movies to Watch

Dream Trip: I want to travel the world actually one day. My dream destinations would be: South Korea, Japan, Maldives, Hawaii, Bora Bora, London, Singapore, France, Biloxi, Mississippi and Bali

Anything I Want Right Now: I want to go to sleep and I want Chinese food

I'm going to be tagging (No Pressure!) I Love Y'all!!!: @cmcclain001 @5tar1117 @evilgeniusandcats @untilspringdays @seungkwan-s @syeiralei @unica-angel @thenerdybonbon @laymedead @to1gf @stardustspell @atinystraykid @xandis @baekhyunsbambi @siyeona @blackinkedobsession @mars-aria @iamcon-fu-sion @negrowhat @saudadewrites @sweetcantae @cozygurlll @ravensfreckles @six2vii @dreamsxannie @astarkey @youremysputnik @sinpiesinpie @lovwonho @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @lonesplendour @inlove-withfrogs @hydesjackiespuddinpop @soolucky @ijkailm @trashlord-007 @cakeandcloth @lunaintheskyforever @aengustheprizewinninghog @grl-supremacy @dental-jewelry @hohowonho

#Me!!!#Tagged

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