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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!!

☆ i write content for chubby women, but i do not discriminate for requests! (requests are currently closed rn, but you'll know when they're open!)

★ dni if u are bigoted in anyway, i do not tolerate that shit at all

☆ please dni if u are a minor. i am an adult n write about nsfw things, for the safety of urself and for the respect of my boundaries, please do not interact with me.

★ i write for fun, so if anything i write seems ‘meh’ or lacking in anyway, m sorry! i’m very unserious

☆ feel free 2 talk 2 me or send asks! i’m very nice i promise

! disclaimer this is somewhat of a dark blog. i write and interact with some nsfw things, so feel free to block or do whatever u need to do if u don’t feel comfy with any of that stuff. thank you !

hi babe thanks so much for putting that headcanon of miguel liking thick/chubby women forward because oh my god, i didn’t think of it until then but it makes so much sense! it just works and clicks and i’m imagining it now and baby he’d be so obsessed with us fr

LITERALLY OBSSESSED no mariah carey (sorry). like the moment i saw atsv i knew he'd be a chubby chaser, you can't look like that and NOT be one yfm??

can we give a quick shoutout to fat women real quick. Please

i need u all to hear me out on this pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

not proofread! contains; chubby!fem! reader, unprotected sex, age gap like rlly big too, praise, rlly soft sex.

dad's bsf! miguel who always calls you kiddie names like 'little bug' and 'niñita' whenever you greet him at the door, only to be met with big pouts and crossed arms while you yell '''m not a kid anymore, miguel! 'm twenty one now!' he never takes you seriously despite this. just pats your head with a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

dad's bsf! miguel who insists on driving you home after your classes end. you tell him 'it's okay! i live on campus!' but no matter how much you try to convince him you were okay with walking, he ends up taking you any because 'little bugs like you can't walk out here alone', though a part of him knows that's an excuse.

dad's bsf! miguel who can't put a tie on correctly for the life of him. you always get irritated when you see his messy tie before he leaves with your dad for a night of partying. 'you're just like dad!' you tell him. you always tug him down by his tie, your cute chubby hands working on the tie while miguel looked down at you with a smile, ignoring your annoyed grumbles.

dad's bsf! miguel who always insists that your father should go easy on you when you two get into a small fight. 'she's still a baby girl, compa. be easy on her'. he says with kind eyes as he watches you sniffle in the hallway. 'she's twenty one with car payments due, miguel, my god'. despite your father's scolding, you know you can always count on mr. o'hara to comfort you.

dad's bsf! miguel who can't say no to you. his best friend tells him that you're older now, he doesn't need to approve everything you do. miguel tells his best friend that he knows and he'll do better, but he can't help it when you bat your eyelashes so prettily at him and ask him for things in your sweet, honey voice. 'please, mr. o'hara?'

dad's bsf! miguel who spoils you. and i mean spoils you. you want a new phone? you got it, just don't tell your dad. you need a ride to sneak out somewhere? okay, just don't tell your dad. you want that new bathing suit at the mall? sure, just show mister o'hara what it looks like first. that's not weird! he wants to make sure it's a material good enough for you.

dad's bsf! miguel who always scolds you when you wear revealing clothing. 'it's just not appropriate' he tells you as he gazes a bit too long at your tummy sticking out from the cropped long sleeve you were wearing. 'why do you care?' you roll your eyes. the words 'you're not my dad' fly out of your mouth as you shove him aside to leave with your friends. he always watches your hips sway as you walk out.

dad's bsf! miguel who comforts you after a big breakup. fat tears roll down your cheeks as you sobbed in miguel's chest, him holding you up on his lap with a sympathetic look in his eye. 'i loved him s'much!' you cried as you shifted in miguel's lap to hold onto him better. he winces, and you think it's because his leg fell asleep, but you couldn't be more wrong. miguel bumped his leg up 'n' down as he soothed you. 'he's stupid, doesn't know what he's missing out on, niñita'.

dad's bsf! miguel who spends days with you after the fact to make you feel better. he's around every day with the excuse of helping around the house to your father when in reality he sneaks away into your room comforting you and laughing at stupid movies while you were cuddled up against his chest.

dad's bsf! miguel who finds you dancing around on the streets drunk with your friends. you’re crying and laughing at the same time while your friends tried to calm you down, concerning miguel, so he decided to let the other poor girls go home while he dealt with you. he laid a warm, comforting hand on the chub of your thigh as you cried, not knowing how hot it made you feel.

dad's bsf! miguel who gets whiplash when you confess that you like him. like, like him. you're drunk and your words are slurred but he can still make out your shaky-voiced confession of 'always imagined you when he fucked me, mr. o'hara'. even though he felt the same, you were still his best friend's daughter, plus you were drunk. he takes you to his house and tucks you into his bed while he lies awake on his couch contemplating what the hell just happened.

dad's bsf! miguel who wakes up to you in one of his shirts, one he had left out for you the night before. you stood in front of his place on the couch, twiddling your fingers and muttering a small, slightly teary-eyed apology.

dad's bsf! miguel who consoles you with an embrace as you embarrassingly admit everything you said was true. he tells you 'it's okay, little bug' and 'there's nothing to be embarrassed about'. when you cry and tell him that you were sorry and that you know he didn't feel the same, his heart aches a bit. of course he feels the same, don't feel bad! he doesn't know what possesses him to do so, but he leans in and kisses you. it's sweet and short, but you return it.

dad's bsf! miguel who holds you tight while he kisses you, his hips snapping as he drills into your cunt, his eyes shut tight in bliss. 'love you, love you so much, niñita. love you 'n' this pussy'. he muttered into your ear. you sniffled and nodded in a daze as you held him tighter, your breasts pressed up against him. he held your soft sides and groaned as he felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

'been wantin' you for so long, little bug. wanting to give mi niña what she deserves'. he sucked in air through his teeth as he felt your soft hand against his cheek. he opened his eyes, making eye contact with you through the small tears in his eyes forming. you gave him a shaky smile, giving him a small peck with a giggle.

the moment was so intimate it made miguel feel warm. he returned the smile and watched as you bit your lip. 'i love you, mr. o'hara'. you whispered to him, your walls tightening around his cock. miguel let out a broken moan, his eyes still focused on you.

'i love you too, little bug'.

this was a bit much but i hope u enjoyed!! i wrote this during class while stressing about a test so i apologize if this lacked but yea ;P

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

this sounds so dumb but your chubby drabble made me feel so happy :(( LOL sometimes i see miguel fics where theyre like “cinched waist, petite figure, etc.” and im always like woo hi qkbdowbalfbog SO THANK YOU FOR THAT AAAA makes me so happy !! <3 have a good dayyy

not dumb at all sweetheart i’m so glad u enjoyed the drabble!!! always gotta 2 show out for my chubby babies there’s not enough appreciation on here 💟