#chubby reader posting

[wri0thesley]

I have brainworms and can’t stop thinking about chubby reader getting fucked by dottores segments … like theirs so much of reader to grab n they all start getting handsy??? UGHHHHH they all have favorite parts. from squishy tummy to the thick thighs to soft arms to chubby cheeks.

there's more of chubby reader to love, which is a bonus - because unfortunately there's an absolute abundance of dottores that require love, and the moment one of them starts to feel a little bit left out you're in trouble! still . . . it's overwhelming in a nice way, when they feel like being kind to you. it's just such a pity their favourite little laboratory mouse can only take so much <3

[wri0thesley]

dottore. dottore in my mind. thinking bout him and his segments feeling up a chubby darling… one cuppingdarlings breasts from behind, one squishing their stomach, one kneading the flesh of their thighs, god I can’t 😭😭

oh dottore in the mind! it’s not safe in there!!!

dottore chubby reader . . . i simply think he can’t stop touching you. it’s not even necessarily about dottore’s own pleasure (though some younger segments, perhaps, get a little more antsy) - but it’s about needing to touch you, needing to squish you and hold you and make sure that you know that you’re so . . . fascinating. ough.

[wri0thesley]

https://www.tumblr.com/tang3r1n/738905476391174144/getting-chased-through-the-woods-by-rich-men-in?source=share

hi, nat! anyone you like that fits to this?

i would find a way to fit any character to this because this trope drives me wild, but top contenders are rich and privileged boys like ayato, pantalone, dottore perhaps. gepard being dragged along to such a thing by his father to make him a man and wanting to save you. jing yuan, luocha, sunday . . . a sampo who somehow weaselled his way in. this is simply a Good Thought to chew on!

[wri0thesley]

Could you elaborate on how snezhnayan chubby reader is the pinnacle of snezhnayan beauty standards? 🤔🤩

merely that i think snezhnayan beauty standards would venerate a chubby reader; that the cold and darkness of snezhnaya, the empty plains of snow that may have a damp cottage full of underfed children . . . well, those are the kind of things to work together to make it that a reader who is more generously blessed is far more attractive of a prospect.

the cold, banished by the soft pillow of warm arms; the whisper of luxury in a well-fed stomach, in dimpled arms and soft thighs. the curves that look so pretty and so welcoming to come home to after a long, hard day of toil.

and that's not to speak of some of the more . . . traditional aspects of a chubby reader that certain snezhnayan men may find themselves enamoured of. the heavy weight of chubby reader's chest, the generous hips that suggest that reader would bear strong children (and look all the lovelier, plump and radiant with childbearing) - the plush covering that suggests that reader would not snap beneath their ministrations, if they were to be rougher with their tumbling . . .

in conclusion, every harbinger's type is chubby reader, in this essay i will--

[wri0thesley]

still woke up this morning thinking about how snezhnayan chubby reader is the pinnacle of snezhnayan beauty standards btw

[wri0thesley]

I want pantalone to be mean and pinch my round cheeks together and coo that I should be grateful after everything he has done for me

pantalone is so mean in a cooing honey-dripping way . . . in a “i gave you everything and you still aren’t satisfied? spoilt thing” way. i think he is so into chubby reader too . . .

honestly, if i may, i think all the harbingers are into chubby reader. in a cold cruel place like snezhnaya i think the warmth and luxury of a chubby reader cannot be overstated; i think in general, perhaps, round cheeks and dimpled arms and plump thighs are deeply desirable beauty standards. sigh….

[wri0thesley]

Venti wants thick chubby darlings so their thighs suffocate him when he eats them out

applause ringing from all corners of the room

[wri0thesley]

jing yuan’s patience extends to every facet of his life - and, of course, his relationship with you. it frustrates him a touch, when you spend so much of your own mortal lifespan fretting over the curve of your stomach, a lace-up back that cannot be done up so tightly as last week, the soft squish of your upper arms against your body or the spots in your stockings your thighs have rubbed together and the friction has worn holes—

you pout at him about it; say aloud that you cannot believe he finds those things about you attractive - and in turn, jing yuan brings you to the pillowy softness of his bed and proves his devotion to the soft curves and rolling valleys of your body, again and again and again.

and naturally he takes his time with it. luxuriates in it, one might say. his big rough palms cupping the generous swell of your hips, pinning you down beneath him whilst his mouth maps out the soft spots of your thighs, whilst his teeth makes their home in tender flesh, whilst his tongue finds new purpose drawing forth whimpers and moans and jerks of your hips.

here, his patience can truly be used to his advantage. his cock sheathed in the tight kiss of your cunt, after all, can only be milked so much before he loses control. but his tongue never tires of drinking you in like a fountain of ambrosia, his lips never grow weary of kissing the swollen pearl of your clit or the fluttering clenching entrance to your hole.

he doesn’t let you come. not yet. not until you are fair blind with the pleasure of it all, until you forget you were fretting about the roundness of your cheeks or whether you have a double chin when he folds you in half and looks down on you half-lidded with all the fondness in the world.

you babble out your need and jing yuan chuckles and pulls his mouth off of you only to murmur at you to stop fussing. to be more patient. to wonder aloud if perhaps he has spoilt you, in his indulgences—

it will be a long night.

[wri0thesley]

thinking hard about how deeply your faves are into chubby reader tonight btw

and also how deeply they want to be in them too

[wri0thesley]

Consider: you work in the Angel’s Share. Because you’re curvier than the other wait staff the uniform cut comes up a lil bit shorter than the others, but it’s still within what you’d consider decent so you leave it be. Until one day someone orders something from the top shelf and Diluc is busy with another customer so you stand on your tippy toes and reach your hands above your head to grab it and without you knowing suddenly that skirt doesn’t cover quite so much when Diluc turns to see… (maybe the customer who ordered it even did that on purpose and he has to handle their leering at you) 👀

[rapturous applause]

it's . . . difficult. you're the first really curvy waitstaff that the tailor has had to dress, and they didn't realise that the adjustment needed to be more than just 'make some bits wider' - it's a common problem, you've found, with sewists who aren't used to sewing for bigger bodies! but it's basically decent, and you hate to cause a fuss, so you just sigh and smile and try and remind yourself not to bend over--

but it's not only bending over that causes a problem. and you have never thought about yourself as being attractive to a man like master diluc (!), so you don't notice the guilty way his eyes linger on you whenever the two of you have a shift together. you do notice the way a couple of the regulars like to peer down your too-low top or lean down a little further in their chair as you walk away (the cavalry captain and the bard with the braids are particular offenders of these) - but it increases your tips, and hey, you've gotta make a living!

only one night kaeya is leaning across the bar and pointing at some forgotten top-shelf wine and poking gentle fun that you can't reach it, so you end up placing your hands on your hips and huffing out that you'll show him, and as you turn around and get onto the tips of your toes . . .

there's a warm, large presence behind you. a hand grabs the bottle you're looking for. master diluc stands there, his breath coming a little fast, his cheeks a little bit flushed.

"sorry," he mumbles. "thought you needed some . . . help--"

and as he turns to kaeya and slams the bottle down, he gives the captain the biggest scowl you've ever seen from your boss.

[wri0thesley]

thinking about how absolutely and utterly confused diluc would be if you told him, trembling-voiced, about your insecurities. what do you mean, your face too round, when your cheeks all soft and pretty give him the perfect thing to hold onto when he kisses you? what do you mean, the chub of your arms and the sight of straps of corsets and sleeves of blouses digging into your flesh makes you feel nervous, when he knows those arms give him the softest embrace that he wishes he could live in for the rest of his life? your chest and stomach too full, too soft, when there is nowhere he’d rather rest his head in the universe? your thighs spilling soft skin over top of stockings makes you hate yourself? how could that be, when the very sight of it makes his heart beat faster, his breath catch in his lungs, his instincts run wild so he has to tamp down the desire to squeeze and pinch and bite and bury his head between then? the ample curve of your hips makes you self-conscious, you say - but all diluc can think of is what lovely holds for his hands they make, his palms hot and big, guiding you around mondstadt and the winery - holding you down amongst soft satin sheets, beneath him—

how can you not see how beautiful you are? how those things that make you sigh and sniffle back tears and pinch at your lovely flesh in the mirror are the same things that make him (and made him, once, back before he was brave enough to tell you how perfect you were) want to hold you and kiss you and love you and more besides?

[wri0thesley]

Hi Nat, do you happen have any comforting thoughts on Jing Yuan with a chubby partner? 💕

you are soft and sweet; the gentle roundness of you reminds him of his finches. he cannot help but be mesmerised by the way you move, how soft and warm you feel curled up against him. how could you be built so optimally to cuddle and nap with him? how could he ever sleep, now, without you tucked into his arms? sometimes in his sleep his big hands knead into your hips, your thighs, your chest - when you whine about it, he chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. ‘then you shouldn’t be made to be so squeezable,’ he tells you, kneading your rear with more than a touch of desire. ‘if you are frustrated it’s disturbing your sleep, my dear . . . i have no qualms doing it whilst you’re awake, either.’

[wri0thesley]

thinking about wriothesley finding it so so endearing how sensitive you are; how . . . untouched. it’s not even necessarily about your ‘experience’ - just that the world has not chewed you up and spat you out, and you have a sweet rose-tinted view of things that at once makes his heart ache and makes him need to have you crying and overwhelmed and speared on his cock. he needs to be the one to teach you the pleasures of overstimulation until you’re whining and squirming and hiccuping out little sobs. he needs to be the one to teach you how good it can feel for him to hurt you a little: the thwack of his palm on your soft plump ass, of his teeth in the meat of your shoulders, of his fingers in the indent of your waist so hard they could bruise . . .

and he needs, too, to teach you how good it can feel to have your lover hand-feed you luxurious treats. to spend a morning luxuriating in the warmth of someone you adore wrapped in blankets and tangled together. to play you his favourite songs for the first time and slow dance with you in his office in a moment snatched only for the two of you.

it does not matter if he is not your ‘first’. you look at him with breathless wonder and stars glimmering in your eyes and all that matters is that he gets to do these things for you for the first time.

[wri0thesley]

Do you mind writing a chubby reader with a smaller chest with Jing Yuan? Usually chubby readers are described as plump in the chest area (nothing wrong with that!!!) but it’d be nice to see some itty bitty titty rep 🥺🥺🥺

hi anon!!!! my requests are closed and have been for a while ;_; i'm sorry!! i hope you find a writer who can Do What You're Looking For, though! i am rooting for you, itty bitty titty followers. wish i could wear cute things for itty bitty titties </3

[wri0thesley]

Thinking bout chubby reader who works for arlecchino in some way. Maybe helping tend to the house of hearth. All the little ones gradually seeing you like a mother in their eyes. You have such a comforting presence with plump arms ready to hug anyone seeking your comfort. You’ve just been so attentive at your job that you’ve started to see the kids that way too. Course when Arlecchino is more than happy to see her children so well cared for. Besides if you’re their mother and she’s their father then its only natural she becomes more interested in you. She invites you to tea under the assumption of just talking about the kids or stuff when in reality she’s just eyeing you up and down and gradually easing you into the idea of being hers completely. As their parents its your responsibility along with hers to show the kids what a proper relationship is like.

(I wouldn’t even resist for a second tbh the second baby lynette calls me mom I’m going ring shopping to immediately propose to arlecchino)

ahaghsdcgfd,,,, arlecchino who employed you because she could see how loving you were, how well you would treat the children - and as she watched you do it, realised she was falling for you. you're just so sweet. she cannot always provide the love and the comfort she wants to; her position means that she must preserve a certain level of authority, even when she may want to coddle and kiss away bruises and whisper sweet words of encouragement. but she sees how they react to you and her heart feels as though it is growing . . . and then, of course, she starts to notice the other things. the curve of your body and the prettiness of your face and how sweet she's sure you'd sound, once the two of you were alone . . .

[wri0thesley]

hi! i know that you get messages like this all the time (as you should!) but i felt like i would be remiss if i didn’t let you know how much of an impact your blog and writing has had on my life!!

like ever since i stumbled upon your content, i have felt so seen! i’ve always had a hard time picturing myself with my fave fictional characters because of how i look, but reading your fics has rewired my brain and changed the way i view myself.

so thank you for being you and thank you for all the confidence you’ve given me without even knowing it! i hope you know that even on your most difficult days, you are also worthy of confidence <3

(ps: i think you ruined other fanfiction for me like if it’s not chubby reader then i! don’t! want! it! lol)

ahh anon this kind of message makes me smile so so much, i am so glad that my little words could make you feel as good about yourself as you deserve to!!!