So Happy Seeing The Miguel X Chubby Reader Because- Sm Of My Fictional Crushes Or Like Fanfics Use Like

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,

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!

📂 '𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.8k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Fingering, Bratty!Reader, Miguel humbling you, innuendos, finger licking, orgasm denial. This can be read as fwb or established relationship 🤭 I kept it vague here but I prefer the former

𝐀/𝐍: Okay, a seasonal special fic even though I don’t celebrate Christmas myself lol. This is more smut heavy than festive. I had fun with this one though icl

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s the holiday season and for some reason, you thought it would be a good idea to rile Miguel up more than you usually do. That was until you were taken back to his lab and he gained the upper hand over you.

He couldn’t remember how he even allowed something like this to happen in his sanctuary. Something so unnecessary, so tedious. A waste of time really.

Initially, it was Peter who came up to him and asked about throwing a party in the Spider Society cafeteria.

Immediately declined.

His flamboyant demeanor and exasperated tone only added to Miguel’s accumulating annoyance. But the following day, you approached him to ask the same question but this time around, he was very hesitant to say no.

But he didn’t accept it so easily either. Not without enough persuasion and coaxing from you. He didn’t need to think too deeply to know that you both definitely discussed this beforehand and planned on how you were going to approach him.

How insufferable. Reluctantly he gave in.

Now here he was, leaning against the far corner of the cafeteria with the place far too festive for his liking.

He gripped in vexation onto the plastic cup that was half-filled with booze in his hand, crinkling the plastic. He took a prolonged sip, hoping he could drown himself with enough alcohol to blur out the scene that was folding in front of him right now.

The room filled with the sounds of laughter and banter from the Spider People that surrounded him.

Even with some of them greeting him, he still felt disconnected from it all, like a fish out of water. Everyone’s ease at each other’s company made his own solitude more apparent.

He could be back in HQ in the familiar confinement of his office. Even if he didn’t like looking at the monitors and watching the multiverse all day, at least he was comfortable.

The only reason he was here right now was because he could use this as an excuse to admire you. Why did he have to give in to you like this? Why were you his biggest weakness? Your persuasive nature, while it can be irksome at times, held a strange allure and he hated that it had him on a chokehold.

After roaming his eyes around the crown, he finally caught sight of you. As expected, you were engaged in a hearty conversation with a group of Spider People, including Peter and Jess.

You always drew people in like a magnetic force and though Miguel hated being too social, he still found you captivating. As you graced through the room, you left a trail of laughter and sweetness behind you.

Your gaze eventually fell on him, where he stood in the corner of the room before you glided your way to him through the maze of the crowd, carrying the warm air with you.

“I know this isn’t your type of scene but you don’t need to be sulking in the corner like that.” You quipped as you leaned against the wall beside him. You had your spider suit on, just like everyone else, in addition to a few red and green tinsel around your wrist and your hair that shimmered under the cafeteria lighting.

“I’m not sulking.” He resorted back, giving you a sideways glance to maintain his eye contact, instead of turning to fully face you. The last thing he wanted was to be caught staring at you.

You wavered your hands in response, almost dismissing his comment. “Right, right. Observing, brooding — same difference.”

“What are you trying to get out of this?”

“Nothing— you think I’m that cruel that I’d try to prod something out of you.” You said, moving from your position so you were standing in front of him, leaving him no choice but to look down on you. “You can let loose a little, you know. You might enjoy it.” Even with the aroma of various food from the buffet lingering in the air, Miguel still caught a whiff of your scent that overshadowed it all, which triggered a sudden rush of heat to reach his cock under his digital suit— but not enough to give him a hard on, thankfully.

“I find enjoyment in…other things. Not festive gatherings.” He countered, attempting to maintain his composure despite your subtle teasing. The way you were leaning in wasn’t helping his case.

“Shame. I’d assume you’d loosen up especially since it is the holidays,”

He only recoiled in response. “You’re relentless.”

You were more than that. The past few days before this event, you’ve been progressively trying to push his buttons; it only gotten worse each day.

It started off when a new recruit joined the Spider Society and you volunteered to be his mentor and give him private sessions. He knew you only did it to flicker the flame of jealousy within him.

Fortunately he managed to keep his shit together and was nonchalant about the situation, knowing it would disappoint you to see no reaction out of him.

But then you would resort to being more physical with your teasing.

You would squeeze past him and ‘accidentally’ brush your ass against his crotch. At first he thought it was a coincidence until you tried to do it again.

“Mhmm, guilty at charge. Tell you what, I'll let you stay here and sulk in the corner for a little while and then we can go back to the lab later and I’ll take the ugly Christmas sweater off of you.”

Shocking hell, please do.

You were killing him but he wasn’t going to let you get to his head that easy.

“Thanks for the privilege…” he mumbled lowly into his cup he had been nursing, before taking another swing.

You flashed a smile in response before mingling back into the crowd. Miguel could only chew on his lower lip to suppress the amusing smirk that tugged on his lips.

The next few hours felt stretched out. But finally, he was back in the privacy of his lab with you. The door closed behind with a quiet click before Miguel instructed Lyla to lock it.

It was easy to tell that the decor in the lab was a reflection of Miguel’s personality: equipment was stringently organised with no additional decorations, showcasing his no-nonsense approach to his work. The room ambiance was a testament to his preference for efficiency and purpose, with low lighting for his sensitive eyes.

Miguel lifted you up from the waist, his muscles flexing briefly, before placing you on one of the empty countertops.

“You know, if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say you were purposely sulking just so I could save you back there,” you commented, a daring tone in your voice. A coy grin played on your lips as you watched him intently. Miguel overlooked your tease and leaned in until he was eye level with you.

“You realise I can see right through you. I noticed your behaviour over the past few days and how bratty you’ve been acting.” He was staring intently at you to catch any falter in your expression. Even if you did have the upper hand over him the last few days, this was all still amusing to him, watching the way you acted.

“Oh, should I dial it down for you?”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it”

He drew himself closer until his lips were close enough to brush against yours. His hands glided along your sides before grasping your waist to pull you close.

He wasn’t going to kiss you, not yet. If he was going to get you back for teasing him, he was going to drag this out for as long as he could, just to throw you off and see how long you’d last.

The ghost of your exhales from your parted lips fanned against his before you pulled your face away completely and slipped from his grasp and got yourself down from the desk, leaving him perplexed.

“Do you want some empanadas?” You asked, holding up a paper box stacked with napkins before flashing him a sugary smile.

Miguel had to blink a few times before he lost his composure. It took him a few heartbeats for him to fully process what just happened.

You seemed to have completely snapped him out of the sensual mood you were sharing.

“What?” His voice gave away his confusion.

“I got them from the cafeteria. I know you love them, so I got enough for both of us.”

He couldn’t tell if your sudden change of behaviour was to mess with him or if you genuinely just wanted to share some food with him. But knowing you, he had a strong sense that it was the former.

“You went from nearly eating my lips to offering empanadas in a span of two seconds.”

“I’m hungry.” You pouted before opening the box to reveal the steaming empanadas inside and held it out to him. “They’re still warm, you know.” You prodded, gesturing to him to take one.

There had to be a catch from this but nevertheless he took one of the pastries from the box. The savoury scent was too good to resist.

You helped yourself to one before you settled yourself back on the desk. He watched you to see if you had anything else planned or if you were going to dial up your seemingly bratty behaviour before he took a bite out of the pastry. You kept your gaze at him and watched him eat.

“Something you want to say?” He asked. You finished off the empanada in your hand before you spoke.

“I think chicken empanadas are better.” You stated.

Miguel couldn’t tell where you were going with this but for now, he played along.

“The beef ones are definitely better,” he replied, finishing his own empanada in his hand before wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“But the chicken one is more tender,”

“That doesn’t make it better. It’s about the flavour not texture,” he further added to his argument.

For a moment, he dismissed everything that had just happened a few minutes ago and now fully concentrated on debating on which empanadas are more delicious. This was a hill he was prepared to die on and he waited to see what you’d say next.

He didn’t expect you to lean in closer from your seat but he didn’t break eye contact with you just yet. You took another empanada from the box and held it near his mouth.

He cocked an inquisitive brow at you in response. The aroma was filling his senses again and he was getting tempted as you moved your hand closer.

“Bite,” you simply commanded. He gave in and bit down on the empanada you provided for him. He chewed carefully before looking back at you again. “It does taste better when you’re being fed by your girl though,” you teased.

“Now you’re just gloating. But I do have to agree it does taste better this way,” he said before taking another bite. The steam from the filling of the pastry wavered around his nostrils.

There was the last bit of the empanada still in your hand, small enough for him to finish off in one bite. As he took the bite, his lips lightly grazed against your fingertips. The touch was subtle but enough for you to freeze up in your seat.

It wasn’t intentional but after seeing your reaction, he couldn’t help his lips from curling up to a satisfied smirk.

He noticed there were a few flaky crumbs of the pastry on your fingers still. Before you could regain your wits and say something, he reached out and started licking the crumbs from your fingers.

He kept his eyes on you to see your reaction, watching your face fall even more.

“What are— what are you doing?” You stuttered out.

“What does it look like? I’m just cleaning up the mess on your fingers.” He continued lapping up your fingers, dragging his tongue slowly over each digit.

You couldn’t do anything but watch in astonishment. At times, Miguel had the upper hand over the two of you and would do something that would leave you speechless, just like now.

You stifled out a low moan and clamped your legs together. Miguel picked up on your body language and his breathing became shallow.

“Someone’s enjoying this more than they should…” He placed a hand on your thigh while lapping up the last flake from your thumb.

You seemed to be drawn back to the present now as your gaze was glued to his hand on your thigh. His hands glided to your inner thigh and stopped at the crease where your thigh meets your torso.

He leaned in to reach the back opening of your suit with his lips feeling the pulse on your neck increasing alarmingly fast.

His ears filled with the subtle swooshing sound of your suit now as it stretched and adjusted to its removal. After a few tugs and pulls, he finally got the suit off you.

He pulled off your panties immediately after to reveal your slick cunt.

“Shocking hell,” he let out a low chuckle at the raw sight of you.

“Be quiet-” you grunted

“Or what?” He slipped a finger through your slick and into your folds, causing you to jolt in surprise.

Your walls fluttered before squeezing around him as he dragged his fingers in and out of you. You grasped onto his biceps and rested your forehead on his shoulders, a low wimped slipping from your lips.

“Mig-” you whimpered.

He continued pumping his fingers in your heated core, feeling how desperate you were for him. The way you rolled your hips in sync with his fingers got his own body responsive.

He felt the familiar heat that rushed to his pelvic area, making his cock twitch desperately under his suit.

The room filled with the squelching sounds from his fingers that was overshadowed by your low moans and it served as a fuel to his perverse delight.

He learned every crevice and every micro expression you made as you frantically tried to reach your high. And he knew how your body responded to all his touches.

He recognised that you were reaching your peak the way your walls tightened even more and how your body shuddered, preparing you for the overwhelming relief. However, just at the very last second, Miguel withdrew his fingers, immediately halting the sensation you were experiencing.

You pulled yourself away when you could feel his fingers anymore, your face dropped in shock.

“Miguel, why?” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from the bliss.

Miguel’s finger was glistening from your wetness. He used his other hand to hold your chin as he spoke.

“You really think I’m going to let you finish after the way you’ve been behaving over the last few days?” He said, almost growling now.

“You can’t be serious…”

“I’m dead serious, muñeca.”

You huffed out in frustration and Miguel felt a surge of satisfaction growing in his chest. He finally had the upper hand after being tormented by you for so long.

But he wasn’t going to do anything that would purposely hurt your emotions. This was just to give you a taste of your own medicine. You gazed back up at him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry for my behaviour. Now could you please let me finish…” you begged.

“Promise me.”

“I promise, please…” your voice was becoming more frantic now and it only made his cock twitch even further, making it harder for him to deny you even more.

He knew that if he was going to let you release now, your orgasm would be more mind shattering and intense from built up tension from the delayed climax.

He slipped two fingers in this time, feeling the warmth of your walls immediately contracting in response. Your muscles were like velvet and steel at the same time— soft and pliant yet having a vice-like grip on his fingers.

Your eyes followed his hand movement but Miguel lifted your chin with his other hand again so you would look back up at him.

“No me quintes los ojos de encima muñeca.” He instructed. You obeyed.

He watched as your face warped and your brows furrowed as you were lost in the heat of your pleasure while he let his fingers do the talking.

It didn’t take long for your walls to squeeze tighter around him along with your moans becoming more frantic, a familiar trance of your impending release.

Your body convulsed as you unraveled and his fingers were bathed from the sweet nectar of your arousal.

Miguel pulled his fingers out of your heated core, both digits now slippery and sticky from your natural lubricant.

“Be good to me and I’ll let you cum on my cock next time,” he kissed your forehead.

You, on the other hand, we’re still breathless from your bliss. You gulped before you opened your lips to speak. “Thanks for the privilege…”

Icl, I kinda ate with the dialogues here 🤭🤭 God bless c.ai otherwise I would’ve never written that empanada scene

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.

i miss u sm !!!! ur the best write for chubby readers and im dying for more !!

nonie i hope u know ur the reason i got my lazy ass up and finished the most recent drabble THANK U SM AND ILY <333

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