Your Post About Miguel Being A Chubby Chaser Literally Changed Me Because You're So Fucking Right. Honestly

Your post about Miguel being a chubby chaser literally changed me because you're so fucking right. Honestly it just made me really happy, it's the first time I've seen someone headcanon a mainstream character I'm really into as being attracted to my body type and it just feels so right for him too, I can't see him any other way now. Like damn I know he'd be obsessedddd too, the way I'm 4'11, built thick with big titties and my lil belly, like he'd eat that shit uppp 💖

NO BCUS HE SOOO WOULD??? u gave me an idea bby hold the phonee

i touched on chubby chaser miguel a lil bit but let's really dive in and dig deep. he's feral, like a moth to a flame, when it comes to chubby women. he loves when you wear crop tops or anything tight or revealing.

not because he's a pervert (he is), but because loves seeing you. like, all of you. he loves seeing your curves, your thighs, your rolls, your stretch marks, everything.

let's imagine the first time he sees you. let's say it's at the spider headquarters. he's doing what he does, brooding and bossing people around, maybe the occasional empanada break here and there, until he's notified by jess that she brought a new recruit in. of course his first reaction was to be annoyed.

she didn't even let him know beforehand, to let someone new in so quickly too? he had to meet them.

his thoughts were negative and annoyed like they usually were when new recruits joined. that is until he saw you, at least.

you were breathtaking, for lack of a better term. you were so small, so much smaller compared to him, but your presence and the way you carried yourself were huge. you walked up to him with your head held high, shoulders back, and eyes sharp.

you made him feel nervous. the way you looked at him made his knees feel weak. your aura had overflowing confidence that could've put pavitr to shame.

and don't even get him started on your looks.

miguel took your appearance in. the rolls that peeked through in your spider suit, your plump lips, the chub of your cheeks, all of it appealed to him so deliciously. where have you been all his life?

'what's her name?' he asked jess, not wanting to make eye contact with you in fear of stuttering or making himself look stupid. jess chuckled, noticing the way miguel stood a good two feet away from you. jess opened her mouth to speak, but you beat her to it.

'i'm right here, y'know? you can just ask me'. you chided with your arms crossed. miguel swallowed, his eyes flickering around from place to place before looking at you and catching your eyes.

'what is... what's your name?' he asked, his voice in a grumble. your brows furrowed at the lack of inviting tone. 'it's (name), (name) (last name). next time ask me instead of being so moody'.

your words seemed to have caught miguel by surprise, as he stopped looking at you and looked away his mouth slightly agape. you took this as a nice victory against the moody man and walked away with jess, who laughed with you about what had just happened.

he didn't say a word. he didn't groan, mumble under his breath, or even snarl. he just watched you leave with jess. he watched the way your hips swayed, he watched the way your rolls moved in your suit, he watched the way your thighs rubbed together. he watched it all.

an arm slung around his shoulder. the soft pink material rubbing against miguel gave him a strong idea that it was his reluctant friend peter. 'she's really something, right? found her myself in earth-189!'

miguel didn't respond right away. he just watched you and the motion of your body as you took a seat next to margo, pointing a soft finger at the monitor the young girl was in front of.

'she's really...', miguel takes a breath, hiding the creeping smile on his lips, 'something special'.

chubby girls i love u and so does miguel o'hara

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☆ hello!! my name is aliyah, liyah 4 short!

★ im chinese, im ninteen, im unlabeled, im a libra, im an intp, n i luv writing wtvr i want!!

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Hi,

I just wanted to say I loved your latest fic though I’m not a chubby girl myself, i defo see your writing as an inspiration <3

soso happy i got this message, tysm <3 this is just so sweet, i love that everyone can enjoy my chubby girl writing even if they're not chubby themselves, im so thankful 4 the support!

ooooh, how do you think miguel would react to chubby!reader getting a few more tattoos? i only have one myself but the reader gets a few more on her arm, and one on her lower back that says ‘lucky’ in a cursive font (i believe they’re called tramp stamps but i hate that name).

and when you show him you tease him a little, saying stuff like, “and i have another one but i would have to turn around to show you it”

oh he doesn't know what 2 do w himself. miguel is a grown man with grown man taste, tattoos or not he'll love you, but sum about tattoos make him go crazy in the head. he gets weak in the knees n he can barely speak!

'what do you think?' you swing around excitedly, proudly showing miguel your new tattoo. a huge grin was spread around your face as you calmed your twirling a bit so that miguel could clearly see the cute pattern of black stars painted around your shoulder.

miguel cracked a small smile and gently grabbed your arm to inspect the art better, minding the plastic wrap around your tattoo. it was a simple design, but very pretty. small patterns of different stars with swirls surrounding your arm. it suited you, he thinks.

you were his star girl.

he looked up from your tattoo and locked eyes with you. you looked down at him like he was the most beautiful man in the world. it looked like there were stars in your eyes, ironically. 'well?' you pressed, dragging the 'e' while you waited for his response.

his smile grew as he gently patted your arm. 'i like it, querida. it suits you'. he comments genuinely. you giggled and unconsciously adjusted the wrap on your arm. 'thank you!', you chirped, 'i'm glad you like it! you know, i think this was the least painful tat yet'.

'yeah?' miguel tilted his head at you. he gestured to your stomach with his hand, not necessarily touching you but he was close enough to do so. 'what about your stomach one? thought that didn't hurt you that much'. he remarked as you looked down at his hand.

you shook your head a bit while your brows furrowed, something miguel noticed you did when you heard something shocking or unbelievable. 'this one?' you asked him, lifting up your shirt to show him.

miguel sighed contently when he saw the tattoo on your tummy. it was placed perfectly, on the body parts miguel adored a bit too much. the tattoo started under your breast, trailed all the way down the rolls of your tummy, and stopped right onto the start of your stretch marks. beautiful, he thinks. absolutely breathtaking.

miguel cleared his throat, snapping out of his daze and nodding at your question. you laughed, letting your shirt go to cover your tattoo, much to miguel's dismay. 'no, baby, this one hurt a lot. remember? it took so long to heal'. you exhaled at the memory of the pain.

'never again, miguel. dunno why you let me do that'.

'me? cariño, you insisted on the design'. miguel laughed at your attempt-jab at him. you rolled your eyes. 'only cus you were unhelpful! you say yes to every design!' you chided.

miguel smiled like the dork he is and stood up from his place on your couch, wrapping his hands around your waist and looking down at you.

'that's because you're gorgeous no matter what, my love'. he cooed dreamily. you half-scoffed, trying to hide the way your smile crept up to your eyes. you shoved your hand on his cheek, pushing his face away gently as you looked away.

'you're so corny, o'hara'.

'but you love me so much, right?'

'yeah, yeah, whatever'.

miguel laughed at you as his hands slipped away from your waist. 'i'm sorry, querida'. he looked down into your eyes lovingly. 'so, which one hurt less before your little stars there?'

you hummed at miguel's question, thinking hard. you had quite a lot of tattoos, perks of being the nicest regular at the tattoo shop in your city. you weren't a stranger to the pain, so most of the time, getting tattoos didn't hurt for you. but if you had to choose...

'well', you started, putting your index finger on your chin. 'there is one i can think of. but i don't think i've ever shown you yet'. you thought out loud to miguel, confusing him.

he thought he's seen almost every part of you before. i mean, hello, he was the one who got to see you naked almost every night and day!

'which one is that? thought i had seen all of 'em'. miguel tried to subtly inspect all the open parts of your skin that weren't covered by clothes to see if he had missed a spot. you giggled at his eagerness.

'it's not an old one, honey. i just haven't gotten the chance to show you'. you spoke while you took a step back from him. miguel's brows furrowed while he sat back down on the couch.

'thought you only got one. what else did you get?'

you clicked your tongue and hummed playfully. 'i'll show you! but just wait, okay? i gotta turn around to show you'. you raised your brows playfully. miguel shrugged and leaned on the couch, waiting for you.

you took your sweet time turning around, miguel noticed. you hooked your fingers under the loops of your jeans and tugged them down just a bit. then, you turned around very slowly. like too slow. you were spider woman in this universe for god's sake, why were you turning so slow?

when you finally turned around and lifted your shirt up for miguel again, that's when he understood. he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when he laid his gaze upon your new tattoo.

this one wasn't wrapped in plastic the other one, giving him a full view of what it looked like on you. and god, did he love it.

it was another simple one. cursive words spelled out 'lucky' on your lower back. despite the simple design, miguel was in love.

it was placed so perfectly. right on the chub of your back. your lowrise jeans put the look together, your rolls peeking out from your jeans and your stretchmarks popping out so prettily.

miguel swallowed hard. he could hear the smile in your voice when you asked him what he thought but he couldn't answer. he just stared at your tattoo. one second passed, then two, then three.

until miguel stood up from his place on the couch and stood behind you. you gasped when you felt his chest against your back. you turned your head towards him. 'miguel―'

'can i touch it? please?' he asked you so nicely, it almost killed you when you muttered the words 'no' to his ear. miguel's eyes dropped, frowning. 'no?' he asks you again, and he sounds pained. he wanted nothing more than to get a feel of your new tattoo.

you smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pecked his cheek sympathetically. 'sorry, baby. two weeks is all you have to wait, kay? it needs to heal'. you informed him, patting him on the cheek before letting your arms fall to your sides.

miguel nodded at your words understandingly, though still dazed.

when the healing process was done, he promised himself to have the perfect view of your tattoos. preferably a view that involved your face down on your shared bed, back arched, pussy dripping on his cock, and your tattoo in all its healed glory.

ps if u look at the links you'll see my tattoo inspo for vegas next week WOOP WOOP

just a lil sum sum bcus im having big thoughts about my man miguel.....

not proofread! contains; chubby! fem! reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, bad spanish like really bad.

think about miguel o'hara who is just so so gentle with you, who always makes sure he’s never too rough with you when you try and play fight him when you get a bit too energetic at headquarters. you were always cheered on by gwen and jess, and miguel knows you get a big head from their encouragement, so he always feigns defeat. just to see you smile, but he'd never tell you that.

think about miguel o'hara who always goes easy on you when you challenge him to arm wrestle you. he always humors you, liking the determined look in your eye as you tell him, like you always do, that this time, you’ll really beat him. miguel knows full well his strength easily trumps yours, but your hands are just so much smaller than his. if he took these little challenges seriously, he could seriously hurt you! didn't you know how much smaller you were compared to him?

think about miguel o'hara who reluctantly has to scold you and threatens to separate you from hobie when you two are up to your shenanigans. maybe you two skipped another spider meeting, or maybe you two screwed around too much on a mission, miguel tells you he will physically take you and your close friend and put you on separate missions the next time this happens. you didn't believe him and told him you would be too heavy for miguel. miguel proves you wrong one day when he catches you and hobie messing around in on miguel's levitating platform, lifting you up in only one arm with a stupid smirk on his face as you yelled profanities at him.

think about miguel o'hara who carries you in his big arms after a long mission. you’re cuddled up against his chest, your spider suit was gone and you were only in the shorts and lacy tank top you always wore under your suit just in case. you were sleepy and lightheaded after all the tiring things you had to do, miguel couldn't just let you walk. miguel ignores the teasing from hobie and lyla when he held you close, focusing only on the way your soft skin feels against his hands. nobody notices the way he holds you closer against him on his lap, nobody notices the way he shudders when your plump body brushes against the sensitive spot in his tight suit.

think about miguel o'hara who lets you off easier than everyone else. you were a firecracker, a burning fire through the headquarters. your personality, though very kind and loving, was also sassy and bossy. a lot of the spiders always stop to stare in envy when you tell miguel how annoying he is when he sends you on a mission on your day off or when you tell him how stupid his theories are about the multiverse. had it been anyone else, miguel would have thrown them out the window of headquarters. but because it was you, miguel only sighed and rolled his eyes at your comments.

think about miguel o'hara who tries and fails to restrain himself when you try to argue with him. miles morales had just zipped his way back to his home universe and you were beyond livid with the way miguel handled the young boy. you cornered miguel in his platform, hair crazy from your mask and lips pouty from your frowns.

"are you out of your damn mind?! you could have seriously hurt him today or worse! you need to learn how to get your fucking anger in check!" you screamed at the man, an accusatory finger pointed at him.

miguel was huffing and puffing while you criticized him, his dark gaze piercing through you like a sword as he towered over you. you stared up at him, your doe eyes trying to keep eye contact even though you were clearly frightened. your back was pressed up against the desk and despite there being so much more space, miguel took a step closer to you.

you still kept talking.

"you think just 'cus you think you know so much 'bout the multiverse you can treat people that way? where the hell is your head at, miguel? the fuck is wrong with you―"

"crees que puedes decirme qué hacer?" he cuts you off. you let out a shaky breath at his words. miguel threw out all the protective regards he used to have for you. he had been so nice, letting you try and bully him around, being easier on you compared to the other spiders, and this is how you repay him? yelling at him for some idiot kid?

"you don't got any authority over me, niñita. who do you think you are trying to boss me around?" miguel's body was pressed against yours now. your heart was beating fast in your chest at the familiar nickname, he called you that every time he tried to make you feel small. "i... i'm not―"

"you think because i let you do what you want that you can talk to me like that? hm?" miguel pushes on as he leans down to get closer to your face. he sighs, caressing your cheek with a gentle hand. "i've spoiled you too much. sido demasiado amable con mi chica, now she thinks she can yell at me however she wants".

he dragged a hand down his face in frustration. "this is my fault, though, not yours. poor baby, you don't remember the rules 'cus you haven't had to follow them in so long". he lets out a sarcastic laugh.

"that changes today".

your eyes trailed away from miguel's, squeezing your thighs together. it's true, you weren't stupid. he was much nicer to you than everyone else. you were special! you knew you were at least to him, so why is he being so mean?

miguel's once soft and loving hand felt cold once he forced you to look at him, your chin in his hand and your head tilted up. "oye, don't look over there. i'm talking to you, aren't i?" a sick smile stretched on miguel's face. "look at me". he demanded.

think about miguel o'hara who has you on your back, your pants discarded and your chest heaving up and down as fat tears ran down your cheeks. miguel's arms were around your thighs, his hips snapping against yours in such mindblowing swiftness.

miguel growls as he pulls you into a deep kiss, slowing down his pace just a bit to thrust into your cunt harder, deeper. his cock touched the more sensitive parts of your pussy, making you squeal into the kiss. he let you go, his previous pace making a comeback.

"mi-miggy! slow down, please! 'm g'nna... oh shit!" you cry out. the way your cunt sucks and pulses around miguel's cock makes him groan. he feels amazing, you wouldn't tell him that though. he stretched your poor abused cunt so good, makes your juices get all over him.

a hand reaches up to your cheek, wiping away your tears. "want me to slow down? yeah?" he asks you rhetorically. he pushed his hips into you, pulling you down so he could get a deeper angle. your fingers brushed through his hair, tugging ever so slightly as you cried harder.

you brought him closer. "please, miggy, please slow down!"

"slow down?" he parroted you. he smirked, his hands digging into your soft rolls as he thrusts harder, grinding his hips into your clit. "you keep pullin' me in, mama. how could i slow down when this pretty pussy is cryin' for me like that?"

as if to emphasize, miguel gently let one of your thighs go and gave your clit a harsh slap. you let out an embarrassing yell while miguel groaned against your neck. "this is your lesson, niñita. es como aprendes. can't have such a small thing like you bossin' me around".

"miggy", you sobbed, your hands pawing at his chest, "bein' so mean. please, miggy. m'gnna cum! g'nna make a mess, please!" you babbled.

you could've cringed out how pathetic you sounded, but right now, you weren't focused on that. the hot feeling of miguel's cock sliding in and out your walls, the wet kisses miguel left on your neck, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, that was all you were focused on.

"deja de llorar, niñita. you see what happens when you try 'n' boss me around? a 'lil thing like you?" miguel laughed pressing a kiss just under your eye where tears were falling.

"been too nice to you, been too kind to this sweet cunt, huh, sweetheart? maybe you'll listen to me this way". a rough hand spanked the side of your ass, making you cry out.

you pulsed around miguel, his slap making you tense up. the feeling of his fingers against your skin made you feel like you were on fire. miguel panted, his cock beating into the creamy lips of your pussy.

"'member what you said, niñita? said that i'm a cocky asshole that wouldn't know how to handle you even if i tried? what happened to that? what happened to my loud girl? where'd she go?"

the recalling of your words to miguel when you first challenged him to an arm wrestle played in your head. you were so confident then.

couldn't handle me my ass!

"oh, i know where she went". a soft chuckle came from miguel's throat as he grabbed your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. "she's right here! right in front of me, gettin' her holes filled by her boss' cock". miguel laughed in your face cruelly, drawls the stupid attractive sound out, and shoves his hips forward, his tip reaching your cervix at this point.

a small burst of confidence flowed through you as you gripped the wrist holding your face. "n-not my―"

"what? not your boss?" miguel finished the thought before you can get the words to leave your mouth. he laughed again, the sound making your cunt ache.

he toyed with your breasts, pulling a nipple in his mouth. he suckles on it for a moment, and at that moment you feel the sharp fangs of his you so loved to graze your nipple before he let it go with a 'pop!' coming from his mouth.

"not your boss, but you're letting me have ya' like this? when you know you're perfectly capable to get a one-up on me?" miguel raised an eyebrow at you, stopping his moving hips as soon as he hit the deepest part of your cunt. he bit his lip hard and stared down at you, his hands on both sides of your head.

"think you like getting treated like this. think this is exactly how 'm gonna teach you to be nice t'me". miguel left pushing his hips upwards, his cock hitting your cervix as your cried against his chest.

"maybe if i treat you like a whore 'stead of my little girl, you'll remember the rules".

(1.) niñita ― little girl

(2.) crees que puedes decirme qué hacer? ― do you think you can tell me what to do?

(3.) sido demasiado amable con mi chica ― been too nice to my girl

(4.) es como aprendes ― it's how you learn

(5.) deja de llorar ― stop crying

saw a post somewhere talking bout how miguel doesn't see size when it comes to lovers and as cute as that is, he's deffo a big ass chubby chasing fiend.

not proofread! contains; chubby! fem! reader, breeding kink, oral sex (f recieving), desperate sex, miguel being super whipped for chubby women cus WHO WOULDNT BE.

miguel o'hara is a chubby chaser to his core. nothing else to it. he loves chubby girls and everything about them. from their soft, squishy hands to their beautiful pinchable cheeks. no amount of multiverse knowledge could explain the irresistible enigma that was chubby girls to miguel. he found every part of them, of you, absolutely perfect.

you were everything miguel knew he was not. your soft and gentle body contrasted with his rough and hard (get it) one. he admired that about you. he admired a lot about you. he admired your face, the cute rolls of your tummy, your soft arms, your pillowy breasts, your puffy pussy.

miguel's favorite thing to do was eat you out. loves spreading your pussy lips apart just to stare like the perv he is. always shushes your cries of 'miguel, stop that! s'embarassing!' with a tight squeeze on the inner fat of your thigh, muttering a soft 'cálmate, mama. lemme admire this pussy, yeah?' before proceeding to take a good five minutes staring into your labia, watching it flutter around nothing.

he's such a tease too, more to himself than to you if he's honest. he's always testing his self-control when it comes to you. he starts out giving small kitten licks to your bundle of nerves and ignores your mewls for more with a quiet 'shh, 's okay'. he's attentive and gentle, wanting to savor your taste while also giving you what you want.

miguel can never keep his gentle act up, however, because the smell and taste of your arousal overwhelm all six senses of his. the silky feeling of your frothy clit against his tongue makes him go crazy. he wants more, so he takes more, shoving his tongue in your clenching hole and delivering deliciously rough sucks to it.

he's so loud about it too. moaning louder than you are as his nose bumps up into your clit while his tongue goes to town. 'taste so fuckin' good, cariño'. he groans, giving your puffy clit a kiss. 'can't get enough of you'. you're so embarrassed, but he looks so good in between your legs, how could you complain?

don't even get miguel started on how it feels when he finally shoves his cock in you like you've been asking for. the pretty stretch of your pussy as you try your best to sink down on all of him, the way your tummy folds when you hold yourself up on his chest, the way your tits bounce in his face, he's so obsessed.

loves having you on top of him so he can get a better grab of your soft rolls. he groans when he feels the clench of your walls around him, gripping the side of your tummy a bit too hard. 'hurts, miggy'. you sob, weakly trying to pry his hand off you. miguel's grip loosens, but he doesn't let go. he doesn't want to.

'''m sorry, mama'. he apologizes though he doesn't look guilty at all. 'your pussy feels amazing. yer' gonna have me fallin' in love with her if you keep this up'. he smiles at you like a dork.

he just has to hold your hands when you two are fucking, it doesn't matter what position, he'll make it work. he loves the soft feeling of your hands intertwined with his. he'll hold your hands so gently even when he's being so nasty.

miguel has you flipped on your back, drilling his cock inside your tight walls while he watched your tits bounce up and down deliciously. you cried as you squeezed miguel's hand. 'feel so good, miggy. fuck!' you cursed. miguel's face showed an expression of bliss, one eye closed tight while he clenched his teeth.

'fuck, mama. you don't know what yer' doin' to me'. he panted, leaning down to kiss you. you kissed him back with a whimper escaping your mouth. he pulled away, feeling his heart rate speed up. 'need to breed this pussy. please, cariño. ya' need to let me breed you'. it was his turn to cry now. all common sense was lost.

'you'd look so good, so pretty. c'mon, please? lemme fill you up? lemme give you my kids? please?' the way he pleads for you sounds so pathetic, he thinks. but he can't help it.

you looked so beautiful and soft now just imagine how you'd look all full with his kids? miguel has been drooling over the thought ever since he met you.