I Need To Put My Favorite White Guy In An Au Hm. Which One..

i need to put my favorite white guy in an au hm. which one..

OOOOOHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY

A Nerdy Middle-aged loser Miguel with a dad bod who teaches your genetics class

Head Canons!

Professor O’Hara was an intimidating man, to say the least. Despite his menacing exterior, he came highly recommended and sought after as a professor due to his ability to clearly get the material across. At times, it felt cutthroat, but he only meant well. He was just very passionate about his job and wanted everyone to learn.

You didn’t think he was scary at all. In fact, that first day of lecture, you new you were doomed. All you saw was a poor, misunderstood, teddy bear of a man. You thought it was so endearing how his glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, or how he filled out his button ups and vests: equal parts of muscle and squish <3

n you totally stared at his huge butt and dick print oops what I didn’t say that what-

Professor O’Hara who’s scowl would melt away when you’d hurry into class, completely dismissing that fact that you were late. People who had him previously would be so confused that the Miguel O’Hara is stumbling on his own words during a lecture. Little did they know that it was because you, his very pretty and very eager student, was sitting front row and center. You’d fix your hair or apply lip gloss hoping you’d get his attention, and you succeeded.

Professor O’Hara thought you were so cute. He loved the way you dressed, the way you’d raise your hand and ask such good questions, the way you took notes, making them look equally as adorable as you. It didn’t help that you were a total ace in his class. Your brains n beauty were going straight to both of his heads……..

Professor O’Hara who although was naturally pretty distant and quiet with students, was trying very hard to be vocal with you, making sure to let you know when you were doing good. “Good job today, Mama.” “Thank you for being so involved in class today, mama, I appreciate it.” “Aye, Mama, make sure you get some sleep before the quiz tomorrow, mkay?” “Have a safe weekend, mama, and please, if you need anything, you have my email. It doesn’t matter what time it is.” and if he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, he’d definitely leave notes for you when handing back your work <3

Professor O’Hara who now wakes up earlier and takes longer to get ready in the morning. For you. He would put on his most expensive cologne knowing you liked to ask for help. You’d smell it every time he bent over your desk behind you, enough so that the timbre of his low voice tickled your ear and his belly just barely grazing your back.

Professor O’Hara who was developing his own crush on you, even though it was definitely wrong. Besides, you were a model. He was convinced that even if he were a student, he wouldn’t have a chance with you.

Professor O’Hara who always felt his eyes gravitating toward you in the mass of seats when lecturing, as if he forgot what you looked like and needed to see your face again. You’d tilt your head n give him a smile each time he did, as if telling him you’re following along, and this rattled him. He’d smile back right before shying away from your gaze, clearing his throat and starting wherever he left off on in his lesson. You thought that was cute.

Professor O’Hara who was always there for you when you were troubled, his office becoming a place you frequented for comfort. He was a great ear, elbows on his knees and brows furrowed as he listened to your trials and tribulations. Pobrecita preciosa. He hated seeing you this way. His bear hugs always seemed to make the troubles go away.

Professor O’Hara who would praise you after seeing all the work you put into his class. Anytime you were stressed, he’d take you some place other than his office to relax, maybe buy you some tea or your favorite pastry. He’d take those opportunities to learn more about you, asking you in a gentle, sweet tone about your other studies, your goals, your life etc. he’d hopelessly fall for you even more when watching you speak about things you were passionate about, seeing how your eyes sparkled. He’d try to keep his composure by maintaining a stoic expression, but a small smile would crack every time. He was a melting mess.

Professor O’Hara who would keep all your assignments and reread them at home since you liked to leave him little notes like, “ So lucky to have you as a professor” “Amazing class today!” “Looking forward to our tutoring sesh tmw<3”, the curvy letters of your pretty hand writing feeding into his desires for you, those same desires going from wholesome to more lustful.

Professor O’Hara, who’s walls you break down with your kindness, intelligence, humility, and beauty. He’d play with your hair during tutoring sessions, buy you things that reminded him of you, call you ‘mama’ when no one else was around. He loved the way you knit your brows together telling him he shouldn’t be spending money on you as he’s already doing so much for you already, to which he replies, “You deserve it, and more, mama.

Professor O’Hara who, when you stay after class to help him clean (because you volunteered to, otherwise, Miguel would never let you lift even a finger because you’re a princess), instead of picking up stray mechanical pencils, he would imagine you picking up stranded toys in the living room. He’d imagine what it’s like living life with you, having a life with you, then immediately shoo those absurd thoughts away after realizing he’s falling for you after only months of knowing you.

Professor O’Hara who genuinely cares about your well-being, wants to see you succeed and get everything you want and deserve. Who wants the absolute best for you.

A/n: Just some hcs before I continue the story…. I won’t edge y’all for long so just bear w meeeeee <3333

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wait that face card tho

touch starved miguel Fuckkkkkkkkkk

spending time with your touch deprived boyfriend miguel who has time for nothing but saving the multiverse….. mmm

i can imagine watching a movie with him on your bed and you’re caressing him under the blankets. at first you’re simply grazing his thigh and feeling his skin, but slowly your hands travels towards his shorts, slowly feeling his bulge through the fabric. he’s hard. you palm him softly, simply teasing him. he starts throbbing just by your light touches as you try and hide your smile, knowing exactly how pent up and sensitive he is. you feel his body’s response and start stroking him through the fabric, his outline thick and hard against your soft palms.

at this point, you take your eyes off the tv screen and look at his face, and he looks so so cute. eyebrows tightly furrowed as his half lidded eyes fill with lust, just watching your hand feel him. he lets out quiet whimpers. the dialogue from the tv becoming nothing but background noise for him. “mami” he murmurs under his soft breath, as you continue touching him.

after minutes of relentless teasing, you finally get up from beside him and shift yourself infront of him, “you’ve been working so hard my love, let me help you relax” you say softly. miguel thinks he’s died and gone to heaven from your words. what’d he do to deserve such an attentive, caring, and beautiful girl like you? you tug at his shorts as he looks at you pleadingly, bringing his boxers down revealing his aching cock. it’s dripping pre cum down his base and so big. you sit on top of his knees, straddling him. you collect his pre cum and run your hand up and down his shaft, enough to use it as lube. you begin pumping his cock with your hand, smiling as you watch miguel twitch and crumble into pieces by your touch. you place your other hand on his thigh to keep him in place, as he squirms beneath you.

“feels good?” you coo at him, as pump your fist faster up and down his cock. “m-mhm. shit, don’t stop baby. please” he groans, looking at you with dilated eyes. you smirk as you feel him throb harder in your palm, indicating he’s already close. he tilts his head up against the headboard, shutting his eyes as he shudders from the sensation. “mm mmph i love you princesa. always makin’ me feel so good, fuck i love you s’ much” he babbles, looking back at you as bites his lip, fangs grazing his bottom lip and drawing a pinch of blood.

“i’m gonna c-cum” miguel moans, struggling to keep his legs apart as you hold him down, pumping him to reach his climax. “cum for me mi amor, i got you” you reassure, feeling yourself get wet simply from jerking him off.

you are in awe of the sight of him. he looks so pretty and vulnerable like this, letting you take care of him as he lays there riled up, practically begging you to release his stress. it’s definitely not something you see in your day to days with him.

his eyes roll back, groaning and letting out inaudible whimpers as his chest rises and falls. all of sudden right when he’s close, you slide down and shove him down your throat. “what a-are you, oh m-” he stammers. your soft mouth bobs up and down as he goes feral, “o-oh my god, fffuck” he groans. he brings his hands to your head, desperate for his release and begins throatfucking you into his climax. his mouth agape and eyes shut as spurts and loads of cum fill your mouth in seconds, as you struggle and choke trying to swallow it down.

lifting your head up from his pulsing cock, cum and spit dribble down his base and the sides of your mouth. you lick him up clean with your tongue as his sensitive cock throbs. kneeling back up, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, giving him a smirk as he chuckles. “how was that” you tease. miguel grins shyly as he brushes his hair out of his face. “you’re a freak, you know that?” he chuckles. “says you, you were practically yelling my name out with your dick in my mouth” you scoff playfully. humiliation plasters onto his face as he laughs in embarrassment, “okay okay, you’re right”. you snicker and lazily lift his boxers and shorts back on.

he smiles at you and strokes your chin. “gracias mi vida” he says sincerely, as you beam in response. “come here” he mutters, as you obey and scoot up to straddle his lap. he cups your cheeks and kisses you lips passionately. then, he bear hugs you, grabbing your waist and peppering kisses all over your face. “miguel stooppp” you giggle as he continues, not listening to you. he slows down and stops kissing you, tucking his head into your shoulder. “te amo preciosa” he says sweetly. “i love you more” you smile, running your fingers through his hair as he strokes your back.

“sooo, we’re gonna have to restart the movie muñeca”

PRIEST!MIGUEL.

The thought of me moaning “oh god” and him replying with “that’s it baby girl pray for me” is driving me crazy 🤤

omfg my substitute teacher is so fine..😵‍💫