Your (s/c) hand flitted across the page, writing in perfect, slanted letters, a letter to a family regarding their dead daughter. She had died in an attack, and you were sending your condolences, because your heart went out to them.
"Excuse me." You looked up, tucking a loose strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear. Your (e/c) eyes met red, angry ones.
"Oh, hello," you said, trying to keep your smile from becoming nervous. The man in front of you was intimidating, wearing a black, long coat with a blood red lining, and black boots to match. His hair was a reddish-brown, and on his hands were grey gloves. Your eyes were drawn, however, to the p
Chubby!RussiaXReader- Hollywood by zimantha87, literature
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Chubby!RussiaXReader- Hollywood
Ivan Braginski a male model in Russia. He had a wide muscle build that made girls go insane.
He was asked by Alfred Jones, a famous director in Hollywood, to play the leading man in an action/romance movie that was going to be filmed.
But there was one catch: Ivan would have to put on some weight for the role. Not much, just 30 pounds, but it still worried Ivan. He talked to his fiancé about this.
The moment she heard about it though, she blew a fuse and said that if he took the movie role, she'd leave him.
And she did, leaving Ivan broken hearted arriving to America. Alfred said that he hired an assistant to do whatever Ivan told
Chubby!DenmarkXShy!Reader-Power of a Viking by zimantha87, literature
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Chubby!DenmarkXShy!Reader-Power of a Viking
Matthias proudly walked through school with his head held high and his gut for the whole world to see. He always wore skin tight clothes and in each outfit, Mathis always felt like a million bucks. Not to mention his long line of proud Viking heritage ran through his veins.
It was lunch hour and he was starving. He'd had slept through his alarm and didn't get time to make his lunch, nor did he make sure to grab money because his pockets were bone dry.
A shy young girl in his grade, (name) heard about his dilemma because he did nothing but complain about how hungry he was. She walked up to him, tossed him a five dollar bill, and ran away.
He
Chubby!AncientRomeXReader- My Caesar by zimantha87, literature
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Chubby!AncientRomeXReader- My Caesar
Romulus was living life like a king. He had everything his heart desired; Money, land, power, a woman, and a feast to fit his luxurious lifestyle. Romulus is a father of twin boys and his lovely wife made it possible; However, his lifestyle caught up to him and it showed around his waist. It didn't take much for the roman to pack on the pounds.
His wife (name) didn't mind it in the least bit. Having more weight on you meant that you were wealthy. Romulus of course wasn't thrilled with the idea. He was always muscular and buff; not the butterball that he had turned into. He woke up one morning to his boys jumping on his belly.
"Boys, what is
[Commission] 2P CanadaX!Chubby Reader- Care by bonkers-4-hatter, literature
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[Commission] 2P CanadaX!Chubby Reader- Care
"Mathieu! I told you not to do it!" You shouted this at your Canadian boyfriend who looked unaffected by your yelling as he lounged on the couch watching the Hockey match like he didn't do any wrong in the world.
Oh, but he did. He did so wrong, and even after you told him not to.
You huffed as he ignored you, the television going wild because of a point being added to the scoreboard. You crossed your arms across your chest and promptly placed yourself right in front of the tube, blocking his view with your chubby body; which you were grateful for at this moment.
Mathieu finally turned his tired looking Violet eyes and focused on your fumi
RomaniaX!Chubby!Shy Reader-Temptations Of Red by bonkers-4-hatter, literature
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RomaniaX!Chubby!Shy Reader-Temptations Of Red
“Vlad, I promise I’m feeling alright now.” The Romanian man only chuckled lightly in your ear, his pale, cold hands roaming the crevasses of your plump body.
He spent the majority of the day ‘cheering you up’ from the incident that happened down in the village this morning when you ventured down to get supplies for the both of you. Of course, with your stature being different from the majority of the girls that littered the village, harsh words were thrown in your direction.
You were used to it, but it still hurt and Vlad promised to dispose of them in the cover of night, but they can wait for death. You, on th
Ex-FrancisxChubby!Mama!Readerx2p!England by AssassinPsyche, literature
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Ex-FrancisxChubby!Mama!Readerx2p!England
You smiled as you looked at your sons sleeping. The two four-year-oldes were absolutely adorable, you had been going out with a man named Francis Boffunery You had started going out during junior year of high school and by freshman year of college the two of you lived together. In sophomore year of college you found out you were pregnant. When you had told him you didn't know how he'd react however you didn't think it'd be as bad as it was, he ran away. He packed his bags and his eyes had been cold and heartless as he left on the first plane to France. You had cried but you hadn't tried to stop him. The second you thought that you could possi
Jealous!GermanyxChubby!Reader by AssassinPsyche, literature
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Jealous!GermanyxChubby!Reader
You smiled as you danced slowly enjoying your spring festival, your (hair color) locks swung around you as you let the music take you. Despite the moderate early spring weather you still sweated under your (country flag colors) colored dancing outfit.
You had time after the enjoyable festival to take a quick shower and change into your normal outfit of black knee high laced up boots, black miniskirt, and a (country colors) haltered top corset and matching fingerless elbow length gloves, rushing out the door with your paperwork tucked under your arm and pulling your hair into (your favorite hairstyle) you got into your car and drove to the Me
2P!England x Chubby!Reader: For the Sake of Love by LadyLyacaria, literature
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2P!England x Chubby!Reader: For the Sake of Love
WARNING: swearing, violence, mentions of blood and gore
„Fatso!“
„Pig!“
„Fat-ass!“
„Porker!“
„Whale!“
„Fatty!“
Each of these insults was directed at (Name), my love. Each of these insults came from one of her many classmates. Each of these insults made her cringe and hang her head, made her slouch in her chair and stare at the ground. Each of these insults was like a stab right through her heart – I'd love to return these stabs to the persons who had called her names.
From time to time, it became too much for her to handle. She broke down when no one was aro