So I’ve been turning 70s-90s fashion cutouts into plus size people and this has to be my favorite thus far
grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(
like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.
I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸
PRRRRR!!!!
(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)
being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.
and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!
either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it
Holy heck this is so cool!!!
We need to bring back the athletics body type post
when you first started your relationship with Simon, I honestly believe that he will wait until you’re asleep to link your pinkies together. This man cannot fall asleep without you touching him. And then as the relationship grows, he can fall asleep before you because he feels safe, but he has to be squeezing your pudge.
another total side note, if he ever gets uncomfortable in gathering areas, he will move straight to your side and almost like a child pull on the end of your sleeve and look away. The smallest amount of touch is comforting to him. He needs his love.
Been srlsy into the idea of writing more, explicitely fat Reader. Not sure how to tags it thought.
OML I NEEDED THIS
My heart is melting 💕😭
Hellloo, and thank you for reading! This is my very first fanfic EVER so I really hope you enjoy!! It’s a soft and romantic piece where Arthur comforts the reader after she’s gained a bit of weight and helps her feel better about herself. Also, NSFW!
Pairing: Arthur x Reader
Warnings: Weight gain, body insecurity, slight eating disorder references, talks of skipping meals, etc
You looked in the mirror and sighed. There’s no way this was happening. You had been trying so hard to prevent it, yet here it was. You squeezed the extra fat on your hip that you know wasn’t there yesterday. Holding your breath and hoping for the best, you stepped onto the scale. Your heart sank. 165 lbs. That was 5 lbs heavier than you were two days ago. You yelped quietly and felt your heart sink in your chest. You had been trying so hard, too. Slowly eating less over the last few days, but just enough for Arthur to not notice… Arthur.
Your mind automatically flashed to your boyfriend. His beautiful smile, his thick curly hair, his electric green eyes… His eyes… What they would think when they saw you now? You did everything you could at that moment to hold back your tears, but it was futile. What would he think of you? You couldn’t prevent the thoughts racing through your mind, the sinking feeling in your chest. Maybe Arthur deserved someone more beautiful, someone who looked more like the girls on TV. He deserved the entire world, and surely you weren’t it. Not now, anyways. You quickly brought your hand up to your mouth and sobbed loudly, the tears flowing freely now. Arthur was so perfect, the best thing to ever happen to you. He was kind, and soft, and always truly saw you. He was everything to you. You were always a bit on the chubby side, even when you started dating. But Arthur never seemed to mind, or if he did, he didn’t say anything. You had seen it in other men you had dated before. The occasional disapproving stare at your tummy, the occasional remark about your face filling out, but Arthur… Arthur had never given your appearance so much as a hint of dislike. He was always seemed to love every inch of you. You felt yourself getting dizzy as you wondered if this was all about to change…
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I really needed that!
Made me sooo happy, it's too cute. 😭💕💕
Request: I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but if you are, could I please have a one shot where Joker is comforting his S/O, like they're his only safe space and she feels like he can be vulnerable around them because they were there for him when he was still Arthur. Bonus points if the reader is plus size and isn't that confident about their looks. Thank you in advance, love your blog!!
Notes: Thank you so much😭 I’m sorry if it’s a bit short, schools been crazy. I hope you enjoy it though!
Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Plus Size!reader
Warnings: anxiety
Tags: @vemazing @live-love-loki @ultra-marine-scales @taintednihilist @ajokeformur-ray @alirabbitt
You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at your silhouette. “What the fuck…” you whispered. You had been on a diet for over 2 weeks now, sometimes even skipping meals, without telling Arthur of course, and nothing seemed to work. You weren’t extremely overweight, but you would consider yourself chubby. No matter how many times Arthur tried to tell you that it was fine, it’s nothing to worry about, you couldn’t help but worry.
You felt your eyes burn as your tears began to fall down your cheeks. Why is this so hard? It’s so unfair.
This happened almost every night. You stood in the bathroom, door locked, analyzing your body to no end while Arthur worked his second job. You were glad he wasn’t home to listen to you cry because you often didn’t hold back. You sobbed as you squeezed your skin, a part of you hoping maybe it would magically go away, but it stayed where it was.
You wished you could be with Arthur, in his arms as he held you close, easing away the anxiety and pain the way he always could. But instead you stood there, crying.
You had no clue while you cried, that Arthur wasn’t at work, but outside the bathroom door. He had come home early and heard you crying. He had planned on surprising you. He stood with his hand on the doorknob, not moving a muscle as he listened to your cries.
“I don’t understand what he sees in me” you say out loud. You don’t even realize you’re speaking the words until it’s too late. “He will never find me beautiful. He will never love me.”
“Y/N?” Arthur spoke through the crack of the door. You jumped, turning to the door in surprise.
“Arthur? I thought you were at work, why are you home?” He didn’t respond.
“Do you really think that?” he asked. You didn’t answer. “Can I come in?” He asked. You quickly put on your sweater, and said yes.
Before a second could go by, the door flew open and there were arms around you. Arthur squeezed you tightly, his warm breath tingling your neck. Your arms slowly wrapped around him, and you could feel him relax a bit. He let go of you, taking your hand and leading you from the small bathroom to the living room. He sat you down next to him.
He took your hands into his own and looked into your eyes. Your heart ached, seeing the concern and worry clear as day on his face. “Do you think I don’t love you? That I don’t think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on?”
You breathed in heavy, the words he spoke bearing into you. You could hear the concern in his voice. “Arthur…”
“Baby I love you more than words could possibly describe.” He says, bringing your hands to his mouth, kissing them softly. “Your size doesn’t matter to me. You matter to me. All of you.”
A tear falls down your cheek. Your hand breaks free from his own and you place it on his cheek. You can feel the remnants of his own tears. “I love you too Arthur.” you said. He smiled at you and you pulled him into a soft kiss. “I’m sorry.”
“Do you do that often?” He asks, referring to the thoughts you had spoken out loud in the bathroom.
“Not every day but… often.” You looked down to your lap.
He didn’t respond, just pulling you into a tight hug. Your face fell into his chest, feeling the shallow rise and fall of his breath. He kissed your forehead. “When you... “ he started. “When you feel these things, please talk to me.”
You nodded against him. “I don’t want you to be alone with this. Not how I was.” he continued. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He knew the pain you were going through and he wanted to make sure that you have the support he never had.
“Thank you.” you whispered. He hugged you tighter, as if he was double checking that you were there. After a moment he let go and leaned back on the couch.
“Let’s watch some Murray.” he said, pulling you into his arms. As you leaned into his side, you could tell that he was holding you extra tight. His arms felt safe, the safest place you could possibly be in a time like this. Your anxiety seemed to simmer away while his hand rubbed your shoulder. This was your favorite place to be.
i haven’t written anything in a long time, so please forgive me for my rambling ways of writing. all of my writing has a reader with a larger body type in mind, so apologies if that’s a bother. enjoy? :-)
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