Ooooh, How Do You Think Miguel Would React To Chubby!reader Getting A Few More Tattoos? I Only Have One

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!

Ooooh, How Do You Think Miguel Would React To Chubby!reader Getting A Few More Tattoos? I Only Have One

'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.