HI OMG YOUR MIGUEL DRABBLE IS SOO GOOD! AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG THEME SM!

HI OMG YOUR MIGUEL DRABBLE🤭🤭 IS SOO GOOD! AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG THEME SM!

HI BBY TY SM FOR THE COMPLIMENTS!!! im glad u enjoyed the drabble!!

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

So happy seeing the miguel x chubby reader because- sm of my fictional crushes or like fanfics use like words that allude to being skinny.

I used to think of it as, “they like you despite how you look.” and I was happy and overjoyed, because I had felt like I couldn't be loved.

Someone recently said to me, “when I write, they love you because of how you look.” That every roll and pudge can be covered in their kisses, that being chubby wasn't a downside, that I could be loved truly.

Just wanted to say thank you for all your writing.

- From a chubby girl 🤎

first of all, i wanna say thank u sm for ur kind words, they mean a lot to me <3 but yes, i've always thought this. the notion that somebody could love you despite what you look like sounds nice out loud, sure, but somebody loving you for all you are, your looks included is so special to me.

when someone loves you, it shouldn't be despite your physical characteristics. humans are all different, no one is going to look exactly the same as the other but that's the beauty of it all. each and every one of us is beautiful, no despite, we just are.

the words chubby or fat are not synonymous with ugly. every curve, every roll, every pudge and every spot of cellulite is absolutely perfect and should be treated as such. i write for chubby women not only because i am one myself, but because women like me deserve to see what they should be treated like. they should deserve to know that they should be treated like queens and that every part of them is absolutely beautiful.

hi my loves! just a quick post 2 let u all know that i see all of ur sweet comments n reblogs n messages and i love u all! i will get to all of ur requests as soon as possible, my silence this week n last has all been because of my vacation, so i apologize 4 the lack of content! i am working on all of ur requests so just hold on, kay? again, thank u all!!

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.

your latest miguel post changed my life. saved me, made me see the light, helped me achieve enlightenment—that post is my church, my saviour, my lord, my everything 🤝🤝🤝🤝 i am down on my knees, forehead to the floor, palms outstretched

thank u sm lovely <33 means a lot, my ass was up at such a horrible hour thirsting over this man 😭😭 so i'm glad u enjoyed it!