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ozimagines · 1 month ago

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Hi!!! I’m so glad somebody is finally writing for Oz ❤️ It makes me so happy and your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Chico and Miguel dating someone who is tall and plus sized. Your blog is one of my favorites btw!

Oooooooooooooh! Idk why this specific combo has never crossed my mind before lol. I’m tall irl and before my ED (healthiest at my heaviest and unhealthiest at my lightest.) was pretty curvy too. And I’m all about big bad and beautiful winning over these himbos. Don’t even think it would be a question for them. Alsooo idk if you meant separately, but my polyamorous brain wrote this whole thing as a throuple till my monogamous friend was like… yo not everyone is comfy with that 😬 I see dating as improv, it’s a lot of ‘yes and’. So if you want separately too just re-request it and I promise I’ll try to get it out way sooner than this one.🫠

(And thank you so much 😭 I know mostly everyone who frequents this page and I like seeing your account like stuff. I have an idea of most of your preferences at this point. Makes me feel like I might not be shit at this when people like and request😂)

Buuuuuut, while it is a Reader fic, the reader in my mind is based off someone I knew, and the boys responses are mine to them. The story is called Much Too Much, which is a poem I wrote for a plus sized non binary person I fell in love with, but who sadly didn’t love me. They were too much as a person, and I’m greedy and wanted it all, I’ll admit that. And I let them know as often as I could how wonderful they were, but it just wasn’t right. Archie was my Bonnie. That person I don’t belong with but can’t get out of my head. Still love you, Archie, this one’s for you.

Chico Guerra x Tall!Plus!Sized!Reader x Miguel Alvarez

Much Too Much (1/?)

It’s a little hard not to be self conscious in today’s world, even if there wasn’t a thing about yourself that you’d change.

That said, you knew who you were, and most people can’t say that.

Miguel met you first. You worked part time at the local theatre and he was becoming an up and coming stage manager.

You always catch him sneaking glances your way. His wandering dark eyes.

You did notice that when you were changing backstage quickly, that he averted his eyes out of respect. It was one of the only times he’d taken his eyes off you.

Miguel wasn’t super traditional, but he’d done things a certain way because people did things a certain way. And his partners had always been shorter than himself. You, on the other hand, were not, towering a couple of inches over him.

He was intimidated if he was honest, not used to feeling small.

That said, he still pined for you. You were clearly attractive, clearly funny, and Jesus you had a kindness that he just didn’t find often.

You introduced yourself after rehearsal, telling him you were happy to work with him.

🥴🫠 -Miguel

You talked for a minute, just about life in general. He said something dryly that made you laugh, and he blushed.

Miguel knows he’s a snack. Truly he does.

It’s just that when he actually cares his body kind of shuts down.

“Hey, so if maybe you weren’t busy later-“

“Miguel, Miguel.” Chico sauntered in, flanked by his men because he never truly understood the concept of a fair fight.

Miguel froze and rolled his eyes.

“Friend of yours?” You ask sarcastically, and it’s Miguel’s turn to smile a little.

Chico’s eyes flashed to you angrily… at first.

Then he took you over.

“Damn”. He audibly breathed.

You smile confidently, if a little confused at first.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Instead of his usual shitheel reply, he just raises his hands like he’s holding a camera and said “click”.

“I’ll use that later, thank you.” He smirked, trying his darndest to make you blush under his intense gaze.

Alvarez noticed this too.

“Y/N, this is Chico, who has decided to live rent free embedded in my ass for all eternity.” Miguel introduced with a huff.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, faggot.” Then Chico thinks for a second and turns to you:

“No offense.” He says casually, even if you’re a woman.

You can’t help but giggle, warming both the guys to their core.

“None taken, I guess, though I’m a little more concerned about how Miguel took it.” You replied, still smiling.

You weren’t intimidated. It was like watching a chihuahua annoy a black cat. You didn’t realize the danger behind their threats yet, and even if you did, let’s be dead on balls honest here; these two are bombshells and it was a little hot that they hated each other so passionately.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“Why?”

Both said in unison.

You turn to Miguel. He had this perpetual look on his face that everyone he knew liked kicking him down, and it hurt to see him that way.

“I am free tonight, Miguel. I’d love to go out with you.” You reply honestly. Miguel smiles one of his rare, genuine smiles. Chico grimaces.

“You know he was in an asylum or solitary for most of his prison stay and when he wasn’t smearing shit on his cell wall, he was rubbing one out to me.” Chico interjects aggressively.

Miguel’s vein made its appearance again and his eyes go hard. You sort of look at him to see if it’s true and you can see by his reaction that it was.

“And when this prick wasn’t trying to kill me, fuck me, or some perverted combination of both, he was fucking everything that could fog a mirror, and snorting heroin like someone told him it was the cure for being a jackass!”

You do fucking laugh now. You laugh so hard you can’t see straight. They both looked concerned at the other. They don’t often get this reaction to their bullshit.

When you catch your breath, you touch both of their arms, looking down a little at them, like a parent might be patient with their kids.

“Miguel, shit smeared cell wall aside, I’d still love to go out with you.”

Miguel is confused but his heart lifts a little.

Chico gritted his teeth, making a note to find out the location of your date, murder Alvarez before he can get there, and steal you instead. A flawless plan in his mind, when you turn to him.

“You too, brown eyes. I’d like to match that freak sometime.”

Now they’re both stunned… and more than a little turned on. 🔥

You see the confusion, and without them asking a thing, spin slowly around, gesturing confidently at yourself, saying;

“Look at me, boys. There’s enough of me to go around.”😘

If this were a cartoon, they’d be drooling and wolf whistling by now.

Your date with Miguel is first. Miguel takes you out to a favorite bar of his. Lowkey, just a neighborhood thing. He just wanted a place where he could get to know you… and possibly feel you under the table if you’d let him. 🥺

You were more intoxicating than the drinks. Just everything about you was so genuine it cramped his cheeks how much he was smiling.

“Never dated someone taller than me, if I’m honest.”

“I’m a first for a lot of guys.” You smirk, before adding; “how’s the experience so far? Everything you hoped and dreamed?”

“More.” Miguel chuckled. “Too much, actually.”

“Too much?” You smile broadly. It was a nice description.

“Yeah. Too much funny. Too much kindness. You’re just too much… but I’m a greedy fuck and I want it all.” He got accidentally sincere for a second there.

You were beyond flattered. It was just a very real moment and you were happy to share it with him. You go in for the kiss, feeling his hand on your waist and the low growl in the back of his throat as he did so.

When you break apart, you broach a subject with Miguel.

“I wanted to ask… well… why don’t YOU describe your… relationship with Chico to me?”

It was not delicate.

Miguel chuckled but his eyes got empty for a second.

“What’re you asking?” -Miguel questioned, knowing damn well what you were asking.

“He said-“

“He says a lot of shit.” He snapped and apologized a second after.

“I was around a lot of guys.” He reasoned after a moment. “Once that switch is flipped, it ain’t exactly easy to go back.”

“No it is not.” You agree with an amused expression in how he was explaining his crush like some sort of cancer gene.

“Did you ever?” You ask gently but he rolls his eyes and interrupts you.

“Yes, okay, at least half a dozen times.”

“Damn. Good for you two.”

His questioning expression tells you that you misunderstood.

“I’ve masturbated to Guerra a couple of times. What were you asking?”

“If you’ve ever fucked.” You smirk. “Should-a let me finish my question, answer’s locked in now.” 😉

He chuckled again but in sort of a grimace. You reminded him of Guerra in some ways and that was hard to reckon with. Maybe he did want to fuck the dude?

“Miiiguel”

Jesus fucking Christ.

You both turned to see Guerra standing there, two things different about him since you’d seen him last; 1) he was shitfaced, and 2) he was clean shaven.

Sploosh.

Carlo was standing behind him, rubbing his temples, literally having to be the mom of the group AGAIN.

“Hi, Y/N, sorry, he’s plastered.” He greeted you quietly. Carlo was trying to avoid an all out brawl in a bar while Jorge and Carlos, equally as crossfaded as Chico, were egging him on.

“Fuck em up, man!”

“Get em, Chico!”

Miguel wished he knew at least one other sane person.

“Miiiguel… I’d been hoppping and… playing (praying) for this daeeee.” He slurred, taking a cocksure step forward.

You snort a little laugh and catch his eyes for a second.

“I’llll deal with youuu laterrr…” he nods in your direction, before adding; “…in beddd.”

“Smooth.” You tease, still smiling. Jesus, the saga was getting more exciting before your eyes. Miguel wished he could crawl in a hole and pull the hole in after him, face to face with his enemy-crush and date-crush all in one go. It was overwhelming and he kept adjusting himself under the table. You didn’t have to look. You were sure of what you’d see anyway.

“Fuck you, man…” Miguel tried to reason but his heart was racing. He was trying not to lose his cool in front of either of you but that sexy number you were wearing and Chico’s clean jawline were NOT making it easy. 🫦

“Hmm.” Chico smirked and leaned in. “Onnnly in your wwwet dreams, Mi-chael.”

You dissolve into laugher again at nothing in particular. Just the situation. You think of something and act on impulse, you pull Chico into a kiss, relishing that smooth face on yours. You then break away and kiss Miguel softly on the lips, he barely kisses back, a little too in shock.

“Sit down, Chico. Move over, Miguel.” You command both of them and they instantly follow. “So, obviously there are some unresolved feelings here. And I’d love to get in the middle of this chaos sandwich you’re both making, but I have ground rules. Care to know what they are?”

“…yes.”

They both mutter, eyeing the other uneasily.

“Super. 1) no actual fighting. Be catty hoes all you want, but as soon as a punch lands, I bounce no matter who throws it. Got it?”

“…yes.”

“Love it. 2) jealousy gets handled in the bedroom only. Get possessive and weird-“

“You bounce?” -Chico

“Good boy.” You reward.

“Anything else?” Miguel asked, half sincere, half sarcastically.

A smile plays around your lips.

“Yeah… I’ll go out with both of you on one more condition… or rather a request. You both have to go out once without me.”

“Fuckin’ excuse me?” -Miguel

“The fuckkkkkk?” -Chico

“Just one date without me there. Just once.” You smile a little into your drink. “Just kinda curious to see what happens.”

“I’m not going out with the guy that’s been trying to kill me for five years.”

“I cccould do wwwway better than Mmmmiguel.”

They both answer at the same time and cast a look at the other.

“Better than me? Was I imagining your hard cock on my leg that day? Or the way you always seemed to ‘threaten’ me in the shower? Don’t play.”

“Who’sss playing? Think I didn’t hear about ttttthat night in solitary from Carlos?” Chico shot back, making his voice all high and whiny like Miguel talked in his head; “oh Chico ohh ohh Chicooo.”

“Bitch, you got hard every time I walked by-“

“BOYS!” You redirect them again, snapping your fingers until they’re looking at you.

“This is kinda my point. If you’re not gonna say it then I am. Chico, Miguel wants to fuck you. Miguel, Chico wants to fuck you. So just do it, damn.”

“So whasss your goal herrrre?” Chico snapped impatiently, still swaying from the liquor.

“Think I’d made it pretty clear I’d like to scale bone mountain with you two dorks.”

“Both?” Miguel asked.

“Yuh. If you’re keen.”

Miguel thought for a moment. He was wildly attracted to you… that said… Chico didn’t know what he was doing to him with that clean face.

“I… uh… sure, Y/N. Yeah, okay.” He eeked out after a moment. Chico’s head snapped towards him.

“What’reyoudoin-“ he sort of mumbled, swaying back and forth. Miguel just sort of smiled.

“Unless you’re chicken.” Miguel added with a sly smile. Chico raised his brows for a second.

“Ohhhhhh… Miguelito fffound his balls.” He sneered, almost unable to keep his eyes open. Miguel looked towards the side and noticed Carlos and Jorge both trying to bed the same woman, and Carlo was chatting with you for a second. He took his chance and leaned in and kissed Chico on the cheek, knowing Chico probably wouldn’t remember it to tell anyone in the morning.

Chico froze. He was trying to fuck you, and he’d made it pretty damn clear actually. That said… something about Miguel stirred something inside of him. Something real. He turns to Miguel, eyeing him thoughtfully for a second, before turning to you. You’re still taking to Carlo so he does the first thing he thinks to do; he kicks your leg under the table.

“Ow!”

“Ssssorry.” He bobs his head between you and Miguel, taking you both in.

“Surrrre. Whateverrrr.” Was all he said, but he grinned like a bitch the whole time.

“It’s settled then. Chico, if you’ll excuse us, this is still mine and Miguel’s evening. Maybe tomorrow after work is ours?”

Chico winked at you and grinned.

“Damnnnn straigh’.”

“Awesome… so both of your evenings will be Wednesday. Prepare yourself any way you must but this is happening.” You smile and think for a second;

“And take picture of you can.” 😘

The next night is your night with Chico. He’s far from a gentleman, but he goes out of his way for you to show you that he can provide.

(lol think he would identify as an ‘alpha’ and want to ‘provide and protect’ you.🤣 You don’t need it but it’s kinda cute to watch.)

He takes you to an arcade. He’s actually based at some of the games like a Ninja Turtle Mortal Combat style game and a classic racing game like Rally X.

He beats a high score on one and thoughtfully plugs in your initials instead of his own.

He’s all over you all night. You sort of expect this from him but Jesus it’s still pretty fun in person.

If you’re playing, his hand is on your shoulder. If you’re walking, it’s on your waist. If you’re ordering a drink, he’s fucking groping your ass under the bar. You have to playfully smack his hand away to avoid from being kicked out.

“What about you, cutie? Ever dated someone bigger than you before?”

“Taller or heavier?” He asks genuinely. He informs you he’s dated heavier, never taller. You nod at the information. He asks why you asked and you fill him in on your conversation with Miguel.

“Not surprised. He talks a big game but he still needs his cherry popped for like, half the sexual experiences out there.” He remarks and you gasp and giggle at the unconscious burn.

“Interesting.”

He asks what you mean and you mention you didn’t clock yourself as ‘his type’.

“My type is hot as hell and freaky as fuck. You got that, you’re my type.” He nods over his shoulder as he shoots baskets, trying to win you that overpriced stuffed Axolotl he saw you looking at in the window.

“I just meant-“

“I like someone I can grab onto, okay?” He says absentmindedly shooting baskets. When he finishes, he turns to you, collects the tickets, and gives you a withering, heart palpitating stare. “Given the chance, I’d hoped it would be you.”

You blush slightly. He’s good, you had to give him that. And a whole lot more coherent now that he wasn’t plastered.

“Maybe you will.” You offer, taking his place at the pinball machine. You feel him pressed behind you, moving along with your rhythm.

By the end of the night, you two are making out like teenagers in his car. His hands rolling over your body.

“Mmmm querida/o/x…”

His hands rake over your flesh, his smaller body on top of yours, giving you everything he had.

So you fuck. You know it’s gonna piss of Miguel but you in the backseat of Chico’s car was just too much to bear.

Much, much too much.