Spoon-fed Novels & Stories

She has Marcus's blue eyes and my dark hair, and she is the most beautiful thing in the world. "Come on, sweetie, open up, ahhh—" Marcus is patiently feeding Julia mashed carrots. She's giggling, getting it all over her face, and he just wipes it away with a gentle smile. Watching them, a warmth fills my heart. This is the life I always wanted. No lies, no betrayal. Just simple, honest love. "Honey," I say, getting up from the sofa. "I'm craving lobster pasta." Marcus turns and smiles at me. "You got it. I'll make it for us tonight."

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"

He fed me a spoon full of chicken soup. And I melted, "won't you eat?"He fed me without eating, and he told me he was hungry earlier, h I picked up a spoon then shoved a spoon full of chicken soup into his mouth, " now that's normal" I said, smiling sheepishly In no time the plate was empty, " now that's how it's done", he leaned closer, as my inner goddesses leaped in joy, he would kiss me after dinner, nice I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he came closer, closing my eyes, I felt his wet tongue on the corner of my lips.

Tess A week later I make a plane sound with the spoon of porridge leaving the plate and aim it at Lucas’ mouth. He doesn’t open up, and I frown at him. “Come on, one more bite!” Lucas huffs at me and moves his head to the side to avoid the spoon. He can’t see, but he has spider senses. “No, I don’t want more food. I’m stuffed.” “But you’re disappearing...” I mutter.

she let out confidently. “My parents had an accident that caused me my sight,” she let out. “Your beef and berly soup is ready,” I let out, dropping the huge bow right in front of her. “This smells really nice, I cannot wait to taste it,” she let out with a smile. “Can you place my hands on the spoon please,” she asked. “I can feed you?” I rendered, but she declined. “You can just help me locate the spoon this once and I will do the rest of the feeding,” she let out.

“ want to feed you, do you have a problem with it?” “Yes I do” "I’m sorry but your stubbornness isn't going to help here it’s either you let me feed you with the spoon or with my mouth, you can decide either of which option you’re going with". I caught her biting her lower lips as she didn’t seem to be satisfied with either options. I took the spoon and started feeding her the food until she was full and couldn't eat anymore.

“Hmm. I suppose I’ll let you have that answer—for now.” She busied herself by reaching for the tray she had brought earlier, filled with soup she insisted he eat. She lifted the spoon carefully, blowing on it before holding it out to him. “Eat.” Montez arched a brow. “You plan to spoon feed me like a child?” “Yes,” she said firmly. “Unless you’d rather starve.” He smirked, parting his lips just enough to take the spoon. The warmth of the broth slid down his throat, but his focus wasn’t on the taste. It was on the way she held her breath, watching him.

Jenny and Kevin also sat down to have breakfast although it was not breakfasted time they were feeling sleepy so they thought that It was better to sleep after having breakfast. Arjun took a fork and knife and started feeding her himself with it. Sohu also liked to eat with his hands. He was taking Sohu on his lap and feeding her in such a way as a father makes his daughter sitting on his lap and feeding her. She said while eating "You eat too, you must be hungry?" After eating with his hand, she became spirited. Arjun gently said while feeding her "I will eat in a while you eat first." Then he picked up an egg and peeled its shell, then fed her.

"You can't meet starving yourself. Come on, just this. It's good, I promise." I hesitated, but her pleading eyes and the warmth of the soup finally broke through my resistance. With a sigh, I opened my mouth, allowing her to feed me. The first spoonful was a struggle, but as I swallowed, a flicker of warmth spread through me. Slowly, painstakingly, I began to eat, each bite a small victory against the overwhelming sadness.

He held a spoonful of soup, near Flora's lips. Even the most oblivious could discern, their daughter was teasing them for spoon-feeding each other. The boy, acting like a proper elder brother, furrowed his brows sternly: "No way, not spoon-feeding, no matter how much you act cute."