CountryXChunkyReader

"Your Grandmozher is very wunderbar!" Ludwig commented on the story you just told about your Grandmother, one of many that you had compiled up over the years and ones that she told you about her earlier years. "She is; she's the one that was always there for me, she's basically my rock."   You put the last book on the shelf and started to dismantle the box you just unpacked. You missed your Grandma terribly and you've only left two days ago. You felt arms wrap around your plush waist as you threw the degraded box in the pile with the others. "You miss her don't you liebe…" You leaned against his hold and nodded, a sad sigh escaping yo

“You had to have cheated, there’s no way you could’ve beaten me! I was the top bowler in my high school!” Playfully shoving Ludwig against the wall of the hallway, he held his hands up in defense; a chuckle leaving his throat. “I never knev you vere a sore loser (your name), seeing you like zhis is wunderbar!” Slipping an arm around your waist, he pulled you against him as you neared your apartment. It’s been a few weeks since the whole ‘family jewels’ incident and since then, you two have been sightseeing around the city; trying new restaurants, going to museums and zoos and just enjoyi

With you practically shaking in fear, your newly awakened and obviously very handsy Hetaloid continued his advancements as his arms darted out to your more than plump form. Fine fingertips assaulted your supple skin in a tickle attack as a flood of laughter and squeals came from you. You started to thrash around the bed, Arthur straddling you in an attempt to find more of your skin to tickle. “S-STOOOP, PLEASE! HAAAA!” Your squeals that begged for his nimble fingers to stop went on deaf ears. “I wonder what’ll happen if I did this.” Before you could wheeze out what he was talking about, the tickling stopped as

Hetafire x chubby! Reader (Name)’s P.O.V) “Ve~ come on bella! The meeting is going to start!” I look up to Italy “r-right!” I said quickly adjusting my glasses and running up to him wearing my (1stf/c) knee length dress with short puffy sleeves that you could tighten with the (2ndf/c) ribbon, a (2ndf/c)  ribbon was tied around my waist, I also wore thigh-high (1stf/c) socks and (3rdf/c) ballet flats. My (h/l/c) hair was brushed to make it look neat. I was, in my opinion, fat and ugly but the other guys told me I was fluffy I still don’t believe them. I am human and yet I have countries for friends I met t

you sat on your stairs eating more cereal. you chewed slowly and watched your new Russian squirm in his ropes. "is this really necessary my Kukla?" he asked nervously and struggled in the ropes you had him tied it while he was sitting in one of your nice kitchen chairs. "i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you say slowly. he chuckled a little and shook his head, "you would let me call you it if you know what it meant." he said with a smile on his face. "well, that really is a possibility. but the thing is that you won't tell me what it means." "you are right about that Kukla." he smiled again but after a second it pulled down i

you kicked the door shut as threw your stuff down to the floor, not caring if anything broke. you were too broken to really care about any of your stuff. why did it deserve the luxury of being cared about? 'calm down.' you commanded yourself, 'you're starting to sound weird.' you kicked a wall and sniffed up the snot and wiped off the tears that were getting every where on your face, making it irritated and wet. the more you tried to calm down, the more your hiccups and shaky breaths infuriated you. from the door to upstairs you were shedding your clothes until you got to the bathroom naked. you threw the water to scalding. the worst thing y