#alpha miguel o'hara

[wonderwomanfantasy]

how do you feel about Miguel O'Hara. because personally...... I can't stop having ABO thoughts about him....

I am so normal about him I promise. famously so normal about superhero boys anyways.

First of all… he’s an Alpha obviously. His whole thing is leading his pack and taking control. Imagine that whole chase seen with miles but instead, it’s just him and he’s hunting you down so he can pin you down and fuck you >>>>

Also, did you see his Fangs? Imagine him borderline ripping your throat out every time he tries to mark you and god does he love to mark you, he loves leaving scars and marks all over your body so that everyone knows that you’re HIS omega. Not only does he mark you with his bites but also with his scent. It’s thick and masculine. Like cedar and smoke. Also old coffee but shh. 

He can’t help but be paranoid about your safety. He’s already lost so much he can’t lose you too. It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him that everyone knows you’re his and that you’d never leave him. The thought of you with another alpha is almost worse than the thought of you dying to him. He can’t help but be greedy with you. Your time and your body.

Also, the breeding kink on this man is insane. He will be fucking your throat and pull out to finish inside your omega pussy because he’s that dedicated to knocking you up. His ruts are borderline deadly. He goes almost feral with his need to fuck you full of his cum. You will feel his dick in your fucking ribcage the way he fucks you. He can hardly speak he’s more just growling and snarling as he pins you to the floor and rips your clothes off with his teeth. 

I imagine him to be the kind of Dom who loves rules. He has a million of them there's no way to keep track of them all, but that's kind of the point. He’ll take any excuse to punish you, even when you both know that you didn’t do anything wrong. 

He loves to put you over his lap or his shoulder and smack your ass until you’re in tears. Or make you kneel at his legs and cock warm him with your mouth until your jaw aches. He pulls those fucking claws out and presses them into your skin. Not enough to cut you, but just enough to make you shudder. He loves to see that slight look of fear in your eyes. He likes knowing he can have his way with you, with his Omega, no matter what. 

Afterward, he’s so sweet with his aftercare. He holds you close and mumbles sweet nothings into your ears, he speaks so softly to you, you can’t tell if he's speaking in English or Spanish. He’ll clean you up and take you to your nest so you can catch your breath. He asks if you want to be alone and breathes a sigh of relief when you say that you don’t, that you want him. If he had it his way he’d never leave your side. It means a lot that you want to hold him close even after he fucked you like you were a toy he was trying to snap in half. 

He’d move heaven and earth if you asked him to. He’d break every rule in the book and throw caution to the wind to make you happy. Because you’re his omega and that means you’re everything to him.

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I want him so bad I'm sorry.

[hallokatzchen]

Smoke (NSFW AU fic)

Pairing: Alpha!Miguel O'Hara/GN Reader

Contains: Smoking, size difference, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, gagging, pet name he calls everyone regardless of their sex or gender, non-con, oral knotting, injury, blood, implied cannibalism.

Word Count: 960

Summary: Alpha Miguel getting some cock and knot worship.

Author's Note: Inspired by this fic and this art.

The alpha laid back in his favorite chair. Cigarette in one hand and taking a nice, long drag while his other hand gripped his human partner's hair.

He lazily rolled his hips to pump his dick into their mouth. Smoke leaving his lips with a breathy laugh when he heard his human whimper when they saw his knot beginning to swell, and he pushed their head down to make sure their mouth came into contact with it.

He took another drag while he pulled his partner's head back until their mouth left his cock with a wet pop. Thick strings of saliva hung from their lips and stretched from Miguel's cock while they gagged and gasped for air.

The alpha's lips parted to let the smoke free while he looked down and gave a crooked smile when he saw his large cock propped against his partner's messy face. Practically eclipsing it with its sheer size while it drooled precum down their ruddy cheek.

The human's eyes went wide when they felt it throb, and they looked to see that Miguel's knot had grown to its full size and pulsed against their chin.

"Lick it", He commanded and gave their head a shake by the hair, and watched them reluctantly stick their tongue out and slowly run it over his bulbous knot. He looked down at them with heavy lidded eyes and watched as their pink tongue tentatively slid over the hard, swollen flesh and slicked the dark skin with their saliva.

He let his claws out and scratched at their scalp, and chuckled when he saw the human wince before he tightened his grip to tilt their head up to look at him. He brought his cigarette up to his lips and inhaled, then blew a plume of smoke into their face.

"Eyes on me, baby girl".

His human gave a small cough from the smoke and looked up at their alpha with wet doe eyes. They couldn't help but moan at the sight of the ruggedly handsome man, and how his scarred lips curled into a wicked smile that revealed one of his long fangs.

“There ya go…”, He ran his fingers through their hair and gently scratched their scalp to reward them before tightening his grip on their locks. “Show me how much you love it”, he purred and pulled them closer until they opened wide to lick and mouth at his massive knot.

Miguel hummed and rolled his head back while his human worked their mouth over his knot. Messily licking and slurping and sucking at it, and gently nipping at it while maintaining eye contact like they were told. The alpha tilted his head and looked down at his little human and kneaded his fingers against their scalp.

“Think you can take it?” He asked and arched a thick brow while he pulled them away from his knot. They nodded and were about to stand to straddle their alpha, but Miguel stopped them and held them still by their hair.

“That's not what I meant”, His mouth pulled into a devious grin as he yanked the human up by their hair and pushed their head down onto his cock.

Their scream was muffled by the sudden intrusion and they did their best to inhale enough air to breathe when Miguel's cock filled their mouth and snaked down their throat.

They grunted when their lips crashed into Miguel's knot, and the alpha wrenched the human's head to force them to look up at him, and they shuddered when they saw Miguel's dark eyes staring back at them. The alpha made a show of putting his cigarette out on his long tongue then flicked the butt against the human's forehead.

“Let's see what that pretty little mouth can really do”, He growled and gripped the human's head with both hands and bucked his hips. Causing the corners of their mouth to split when his massive knot pushed past their lips.

The human scrabbled desperately and clawed at the alpha's thighs in a pathetic effort to fight him off, but it was no use thanks to his size. Miguel continued to pound into their mouth, reveling in the disgusting squelching sound that filled the room, and the sight of blood pouring from their torn lips.

“Look at you taking me so well”, He groaned and continued his brutal pace. His heavy balls slapped against the human's chin with each powerful thrust until they began to tighten as he got close to his release.

With a deep growl, Miguel clasped his hands behind the human's head and pulled them tightly against him. Burying their face into his thick pubic hair as he came hard with a roar that rattled the windows.

They sputtered and tried to push away when they felt his copious amount of cum flood into their mouth and down their throat. Their eyes squeezed shut and stung with tears when Miguel's seed rushed through their nose and matted into the alpha's coarse hair as he bucked his hips a few more times to ride out his release.

When he was done, Miguel released his vice-like grip on the human's head, and slumped back into his chair. He mashed his large hand into their face and pushed them off of his messy cock, and gave a tired laugh when he saw them cough and spit up blood along with a few teeth onto the floor.

“They always break...” He muttered to himself and got up from his chair to lower his large body on top of them to pin them to the ground. And the last thing the human saw was his alpha's gaping maw and monstrous fangs before everything went dark.

[monarchberrysblog]

IT’S GETTING STICKY !! 𝒻𝓉. 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒶 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

summary: living in an alternate universe where the A/B/O dynamic contributes to societal norms, you ask your werewolf boss to help you through your heat. it can't cause any more problems, right?

tags: afab! reader, slow-burn??, knotting, praising, ruts and heat, possessive and clingy behavior, slick, soft sex, mentions of claws and elongated canines, and biting is mentioned.

author’s note: this fic is primarily for me as this was supposed to be posted for kinktober, but got help back as I had to research this 😭 and this is a super late birthday present for myself ngl—

The cycles of heats and ruts were meticulously scheduled, a system that you, had come to know. Each month, the 17th stood out boldly, encircled in an obnoxious pink heart drawn with a highlighter and accentuated by a pink pen. The vivid hue clashed dramatically with the monochrome palette of his stark office, where the muted greys and blacks formed a backdrop as dreary as the paperwork piled high on his desk.

This method of marking is brilliant in its simplicity—nontraceable, yet striking enough to be easily noticed past Miguel’s paperwork. It was a system that worked, a colorful beacon.

But the aroma, no, the stench—it’s hard to drown out.

Let alone ignore.

It was a sweet aroma he adores. That sweet, enticing smell always stirred his stomach. It was enough to make anyone throw up from the smell. But the smell became a familiarity for Miguel. The smell always plagued him, no matter what he uses to remove the smell.

The smell was similar like you: Sticky and stubborn to get rid of.

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The sickening sound of the bed springs rocking under the additional weight broke the apartment's typical silence. “C’mon, let me slide it in…” He growls against the shell of your ear, his elongated canine nipping at a tiny bit of skin. His hardening cock nudged and nudged, pleading for a form of entry. His words feign harm. He croons meaningless words, slowly rubbing his veiny length against your soft, puffy lips. “It’s not gonna fit” are the only words escaping your lips. The only words. “I’ll make it fit.” He hisses, a throb at the base of his cock, waiting for him to release the knot at his balls.

He looms over you like a shadow, his lips moving from the shell of your ear to your cupid’s bow. A yearn of softness. A plead of physical contact that didn’t involve lust or ruts. You reach up, attempting to sew his lips against yours and to keep him there.

He exhales a heavy groan, his breath sweeping a lost strand of hair away from your face. “Please,” his eyes narrow. The dim lights of your room emphasize the color crimson in his iris. Red mixes with your hazelnut color, a combination of lava and graphite.

“You can do it.” He rasps before gently guiding the head of his tip to your fluttering entrance. His bulbous tip gently moved up and down your slit. A soft groan escapes the back of his throat, the sensation of your walls engulfing him and suffocating him. Even with the diamond shimmer of slick, the rut in his gut nearly suffocated his cock. It was as if a barbed wire was around his shaft, squeezing and probing for release. His hand grasp at his length, squeezing at it before pushing the mushroom-y tip inside. He uses his free hand to grab at your rear, eyeing at the exotic sight of your greedy walls taking him and gripping onto him like a vice.

“I can’t…!” A strained stretch overwhelmed you as his breathing fanned your skin, cooling down the warm and sweat forming at your brow. “Atta girl,” He groans, his hands grasping onto your hips. His fingernails dive into your skin, dribbles of blood seeping out the swell of your skin and rolling down your skin. The noise from the back of his throat escapes as his elongated fangs bared out and made contact between your shoulder and neck. The piercing bite punctures tiny indent holes, some of the bites molding into the skin while three of them seep blood.

“Look at you. You’re taking me so well.” The thrusts were heavy, pushing and demanding before pulling out nearly all the way, leaving his tip in and slamming his length back in with ease. The shouts of his name morph into breathy moans, your hips moving with his at an agonizing slow pace, trying to keep up. He bites his tongue, holding back any snarky remarks.

But a squeeze sends him down to you as he continues with the brutal force, his hips snapping into you like a leather whip. “Do that again, it feels nice.” He croons, his hand reaching to grab your tit instead. You weakly squeeze your walls against his cock with a whine, his hand slapping your squeezed breast. “Don’t tease. Your teasing is torture, mami.” He lets go of your breast and fists at the now torn bedsheets instead. His claws sink into the ripped material, creating more rigid tears into the silky fabric. The inconsistent kegal patterns sent chills down his spine, pleading for him, squeezing him to finish. “There we go.” He paises as your weakened actions barely mirror his desperate, manic motion. You cover your lips with your hands, harsh breathing fanning the pillow case.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you, mamas.”

The overstimulation flooded chills down your spine as he sloppily thrusts his tip against your g-spot. The harsh, rapid pressure point pushed down and rubbed, nudging you to the edge of a cliff. To the cliff of an orgasm with a tumble of a slip and slide of slick. “Miguel, ‘m gonna cum.” Your voice is shushed but choked up, at the brink of finishing. His motions were blurred, your field of vision no longer on your pink bedsheets, rather, the white ceiling above you. His hand moves quick, his palms pushing down on your lower stomach. “Go ahead, untie that sensation.” His breath fans your prespired forehead, managing to cool you down temporarily. A pathetic scowl is evident on his lips, your body slowly leaning forward for a kiss, even if it’s a small, pathetic one. The slow motion caught his attention. He furrowed his brows, rumination running rampant in his head.

He brushes his lips against yours, his lips ghosting the tip of your nose. Even though the rapid, needy thrust, the undertone of a soft kiss ghosted your skin before moving down to his desired target. It said “I need you.”

You eagerly reciprocate, sewing your lips onto his, the locking kiss making your head spin. The kiss is intoxicatingly sweet, like poison, sweet as your aroma. Every kiss made him want to consume the sweet, juicy peach-like smell, intoxicating him to ravish more, to have a certain hunger for it.

He slowly pulls away, hesitant to let the kiss come to an end.

He looks down, his eyes tracing down to the two of you, watching himself disappear inside of you. Your eyes move downwards as well, enjoying the sight before you. You bite your tongue, holding back any snarky remarks. The heavy strokes come to an end, the warmth of his cum flooding your fluttering walls. The rut and knots interlinked between the two of you, the blissful high washing down onto your flushed skin.

His once rough and demanding touches transformed into soft, tender caresses that spoke of affection that contradicted his actions from before. He tenderly lifts his hand to cradle your cheek, his skin warm against yours. His thumb glides softly along your skin, applying just enough pressure to draw you closer, igniting a warmth into your skin. The gentleness of his caress contrasts sharply with the past, weaving intimacy into every moment shared. He basks in your softness, wiping away any stray tears if there were there. But really, it was just a pathetic excuse to touch your skin.

“I got you,” He whispers into your flushed skin. “I’ve always got you.”

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Nerdy!Miguel that took up extra hours at his part time job so that he could have enough money for new clothes.

Nerdy!Miguel that tried different hairstyles and got contacts to get rid of his glasses.

Nerdy!Miguel who practiced in the mirror a million times different phrases to use on you—the ones the internet told him would work.

Nerdy!Miguel who feels uncomfortable in his new persona but it’s all for you, so it’s worth it.

Nerdy!Miguel who doesn’t mind changing himself as long as you can finally notice him.

Nerdy!Miguel that gulps when he sees you, his palms sweaty by his side.

He approaches you while he plasters on a confident grin. You notice him at the corner of your eye and smile. “Hey, Miggy!” You wave. He feels his knees go weak but he shrugs it off as best as he can. “Trying something new? Looks good.” You feel yourself blushing—Miguel has his hair gelled back, his eyes more noticeable now that they’re not behind glasses and his body in more snug clothing compared to his baggy sweats and hoodies.

“I know.” He scoffs, placing his arm on the wall beside you to lean in closer. Miguel sees you blush and he grows excited. It worked! “You’d look better in something less.”

His comment throws you off and you tilt your head in confusion. “I’m…sorry?”

“Forgiven, sweetheart.”

You try to lean back. “What?” Your eyebrows turn down in confusion and feeling a bit uncomfortable and offended.

“It was a joke, baby. Now give me back that smile, you look nice with that on.” Miguel puffs his chest and stuffs his hands in his pockets. He’s not sure if this is working.

Any other day if Miguel called you baby, it’d probably turn you a puddle of mush but this time, it felt icky.

“Um, okay—uh…” You turn around and luckily find a friend. You turn back to Miguel with a frown on your lips. “I’ll…see you later, Mig…” You quickly scurry away, feeling weird about that whole interaction. Maybe this was just one of his off days? Or a bad day?

Miguel watches you leave, biting his bottom lip while his heart jumps around. Was he doing it wrong? How did the guys online do it? He’ll study some more later.

Nerdy!Miguel who goes home and dives back into his comfy sweaters, hugging his Pikachu plushie as he listens to more podcasts…

[roxannarichie]

The Anomaly | Miguel O’Hara

Someone on my google formed asked me the inspiration for “Anomaly” and this TikTok video/ audio inspired me. For a week I just was infatuated with Miguel character and then after watching this video, I felt bad for him.

CHAPTER TWO: FIVE SENSES

TW: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of arousal

Miguel walks through the pixelated portal into a seemingly normal world. Observing his surroundings, it was two hours away from midnight. He gazed at the device on his wrist. In this world, it was 2023, New York City— instead of Nueva City like in his universe—10:47 pm. The device vibrated, alarming Miguel of the location of the anomaly. He hummed to himself, there was no way this woman was out at night this late— in New York City.

Knowing that this woman was not Spider-woman in her world made him wonder who was? This also meant it wasn’t smart to just snatch her off the street…

That is what you would think Miguel would have thought but no, he literally was planning to snatch her up, paralyze her with his teeth and take her back to HQ for tests and questioning. Staying in the shadow, he follows the anomaly. Spotting the anomaly, he tilted his head to the side. She was exiting what seemed to be karaoke club. She was smiling and laughing at whoever was on the other side of the door. She waved at the unknown person and walks to a light and cross the street and coming down the street he was on.

“Buena niña, coming right into my we“ Miguel wavered. As he inhaled he was overcome by an immense amount of… he didn’t even know what to call it. It’s was strange. Miguel has never in his life, no matter the universe smelled something so…good. His heart began to pick up pace, his breath was short and his forehead had a brand new layer of sweat. He quickly climbed down and back into the alleyway, where he first appeared. His eyes wide under his mask, why was he shaking. His body trembled and he felt a knot and a burning sensation in his belly. He held his underbelly as the sensation swelled. He groans in confusion, “W-what the fuck–“

He moaned as another wave of sensation came over him, the smell was getting closer. He didn’t even know if this was supposed to be painful, he gasped as he felt the blood rushing not only to his face but to—

“Hello? Is someone back here.” A voice of a woman, who he knew was the anomaly called into the dark alleyway. As her smell got closer and more suffocating, the more woozy, he became. He felt blood fall down his mouth and on to the floor. He would absolutely not let this be how the anomaly saw him. “Stay back!”

He yelled at her, a trowel from deep in his throat came out. “But you smell funny..” She replied. This caused Miguel to think, this affect on him must be something that only happens in the universe. He already has heightened senses but it seemed everyone on this earth emitted a large and noticeable amount of smell. He finally noticed the lingering smell of other people that didn’t seems to affect him much. He turned to look at her face but his vision was blurry, shit.

Was he about to pass out? there’s no way? His body leaned over, slowly loses his senses, and he loses consciousness.

*

His hearing was the first thing he gained back and he was rewarded with a constant beeping sound...What is that noise? The first thing he saw was a white ceiling and an IV line. He slightly shivered as he felt the cold air. Observing his surroundings, he laid eyes on her. The anomaly...

Hearing his movement, she looked over to see him staring at her. “Yr’awake, how do you feel?”

Now that his vision was no longer blurry, he got a great view of her face, a spider's view. She had big brown eyes and big auburn curly hair. She has a dimple on her left check that appeared even if she wasn't smiling and showing her pearly whites. Her dimples were accompanied with a round face and a little baby fat on her round high cheeks that didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Her lips where full and... inviting, no! If he had seen her on the street he would have most definitely not have thought she was twenty-five years old. As all his senses returned panic began to rise as he realized he was in a hospital. His hand ran over his face, he exhaled a breathe of relief when he felt his mask was still in place, “I made sure no one touched the mask, gotta be a reason you wearin’ one.” Miguel noticed the accent as his body started to calm itself down, the accent then explained the reason for the odd name. “Who are you?” she asked.

It seemed she had not taken a peak under his mask, at least she has integrity. “Miguel.” He answered plainly

“What happened?” he asked referring to the event that caused him to lose his pride and consciousness. He looked over at her waiting for an answer. “You don't know, that strange, everyone know—”

“I'm not from here.”

Willow was confused, even if he wasn't from New York, he would still know what happen to him because this isn't a cultural thing, it's a biological reaction.

“Ion understand, did your parents shelter you or sumthin’?” She have him a odd look as if he was the weird one. “No– how am I going to explain this..” he looked over at his wrist.

“Oh wow that looks advanced.” Willows interests were peaked as she watched his type something into his ‘watch’. Miguel groaned internally has it turned off the “do not disturb” button, he was about to hear a mouth full from Lyla.

“If I was human I would put you in a watch for over 12 hours and lock you away so you know how it felt to be in a watch. Do you know how nerve wreaking it is to be able to have access to you vitals and to watch you go unconscious and not being able to do noth— oh my gosh it's the anomaly– hi!” Lyla rants until she finally noticed the woman on the other bed, Lyla frantically waves at Willow with a big smile. Willow hesitantly waved back.

“Can you please explain what goin’ and who you people are?” Willow asked, she had never seen something so futurist. Miguel sighe, Lyla gave him a knowing look. He hated this part of the job...

“My name....is Miguel O’Hara. I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse…”

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[alessabriel]

writing prompt

Just thinking about omega miguel o'hara, everyone in the spider society thinks that he is an alpha with the aura, power and dominance that exudes just by looking at some spiderman or spiderwoman, that is until you appear on the scene; your very presence dominates everyone in the room in a non-aggressive but cautious way. In everyone's eyes you are a power couple and no one delves into your dynamics.

Oh boy! until they are behind closed doors, miguel is an omega in need and you are a consenting alpha, that is a very healthy dynamic since miguel sometimes needs some common sense to be put into his head and you a breath of normality.

Only you existing and taking care of yourself without even realizing it

[spidercvnt]

ATSV creators: yeah miguel is an epic male alpha who is super masculine and strong!!!!

miguel fandom: he’s my babygirl!!! my lil omega!!!

[raileurta]

Alpha Miguel and Omega Miles who is smothered with platonic love

When Miles first met Miguel instead of being met with anger he was met with lots of cuddles! In Miguel's universe pups are very loved on, even if you're fully grown up the parent(s) will still treat them like their baby. So he sees this sunflower scented pup who's about a day away from heat and the alpha brain is like "this mine now, I'm taking you home with me to have empanadas!"

Miles is not really scared more annoyed if anything. Bro can't step one foot out of the nest without mama Miguel acting like he's dying.

[gedankenmoon]

A booty-ful morning on this fine sweatpants Sunday

[muzzy-witda-buzzy]

Y/N's entire life is her canon event.

[of-house-atreides]

Across the Spider-Verse fic in which Miguel’s universe is A/B/O and he’s an Alpha and when Peter arrives in his universe he starts presenting as an omega because he’s his true mate.

[x-woot-woot-x]

Sharing with tha world art of my friend’s wolf char..

[somepsychopomp]

Mother Figure

It brings me endless delight knowing that Ben Reilly in ATSV is voiced by the one and only Jake Peralta. This is part of my omegaverse AU but can be read independently, basically i just really wanted to do the dad meme from B99

(You can also read it on Ao3)

Summary:

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

In truth, the Spider Society was a real sausage fest, not that Ben hadn’t dabbled in getting with another alpha in the past. But he wasn’t the first or the last to notice that a lot of spider-people tended to be alphas. Almost all of them. 

It could be considered a canon fact, if not for the only two omega spider-people in the entire multiverse. The new kid (if rumors were correct), and the big boss. And apparently the two of them got along well. Which was great. Great for Miguel specifically, who was probably secretly glad to have someone lacking the heady musk that alphas usually carried around. 

Not that Ben thought there was anything wrong with the scent of a virile alpha such as himself. And he knew it wasn’t any of his business, but there was also a part of him that thought it wasn’t fair for a newbie to soak up so much of Miguel’s time and attention. 

Not when someone like himself spent a lot of time getting into Miguel’s good graces, winning his approval through hard work and incredible skill. Ben could practically feel it, he and Miguel had something special. Though they differed in secondary genders, the boss was someone that had plenty of his own inner turmoil. Their tortured souls were who they were, and Ben knew this.

…Not that he wanted to court Miguel. At least not seriously. No, he just wanted some recognition for his fantastic success rate. He’d gone on plenty of solo missions, all with complete success, so Miguel knew he was good at what he did. 

The only thing that got on his nerves was when he had to let someone else boss him around. He had a rep to maintain!

He also refused to admit that taking orders got a little easier when he worked directly under Miguel. 

Because Miguel was bad. Bad in the good way, obviously.

Nothing but muscle, nothing but fang, and imposing even without saying a word. He would’ve been the ideal alpha. But the fact he was all that while being an omega, with that undercurrent of sugary sweetness to his scent that Ben could only ever smell faint traces of… 

Who wouldn’t want to impress someone like that?

Which was why Ben jumped at the opportunity to lead his own team on a mission. Literally, he leapt through the interdimensional portal headfirst because he wasn’t scared of anything on the other side. And he didn’t go with just a handful of people either, he was responsible for his own task force consisting of over a dozen members. 

Despite how cool he made sure to play it, he was determined to not fail. In the end, Ben patched the holes in the multiverse, got the bad guys set loose in the chaos, bagged them in webs, and was ready to toss them through a portal back to base. All while keeping injuries on his team to a minimum. 

Minus the insane hit he took from a 2-D anvil thrown at his chest. He definitely had some internal damage, but what Ben was really hoping for was a cool scar. 

Stupid blunt force trauma, how hard was it to find someone in the multiverse to give him a light stabbing?

But he didn’t complain. Like a good leader, Ben sent the bad guys packing and let the rest of his team jump through the portal first. Before he went through, he did one last survey of the area, tapped his wristband, and sent a heads-up to Miguel that the mission was wrapping up ahead of time. Then he leapt into those rings of orange light. 

On the other side, he made sure to turn his stumble into a flip forward so he could land on his feet, no matter how much it made his ribs ache.

It was late at night in Nueva York, the Spider Society base eerily devoid of inhabitants. But one was waiting for him on the other side. 

Miguel. He was speaking to Jessica, who was assigned as Ben’s second in command. She was talented, especially when she had to lug around a motorcycle on missions. But this was going to be credited as his win tonight. 

“-but he did great,” Jessica said. 

Miguel nodded, hands on his hips. The shadows under his eyes had gotten bad lately, a tragic symptom of taking on so much work himself. If Peter B. hadn’t talked Miguel into resting for a night, he probably would’ve headed Ben’s mission himself.

Despite not having his mask on, Miguel’s suit still covered him up to the neck. Whatever high-tech material it was did an infuriatingly good job at masking his scent, something that Ben never really understood. The head of a pack should make themself known, right?

“Hey, boss,” Ben said, gesturing to the heap of bad guys still groaning about their injuries. 

Miguel looked his way and Ben traced every single minute shift in his expression. The lessening tension in his jaw, the quiet exhale, the upward tilt of his chin. Miguel wasn’t just relieved it went well, he was basically ecstatic. 

Not that Ben particularly cared what Miguel thought about him. 

Ben laced his hands together behind his head, “Yup, another perfect job.”

Miguel smiled, closed-lipped to conceal those wicked fangs of his. “Good work, Ben. Send these idiots back to their home dimensions and go get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Hell yeah! Thanks, Mom.”

Ben turned to sling an unconscious bad guy over his shoulder. When he stood back up, he paused. 

Miguel, Jessica, and the rest of his team were all staring at him. 

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

His stomach dropped into a pit of ice water. Ben looked around to see if anyone else also didn’t believe her. 

“No, I didn’t!” Ben said, meeting no sympathetic faces (or masks), “I said man. Thanks, Man!”

Then his own team started turning on him. One of the Spider-Men raised his hand, “Uh, I heard it, too. You definitely said Mom.” 

A few stifled chuckles rang out. 

“Enough,” Miguel said, not looking at Ben. He held a hand out and all noise fell silent. So cool.  

Miguel added, “You’re all professionals, so act like it. I also want a full mission report and any data collected sent to my lab in twenty-four hours.”

Everyone nodded and played nice when the boss was still around. But when Miguel turned his back, more than one shot knowing glances at Ben. It didn’t need to be said that he, as team leader, was the one responsible for delivering said information. So he’d definitely be seeing Miguel sooner than he wanted to. 

Fuck.  

Ben busied himself with sending the villains home. He hit the showers and picked up something to eat from the cafeteria, but only blew off an hour or two. Any time he encountered someone else, Ben quietly braced himself for needling remarks. He thought for sure that the story was going to spread like wildfire, but no one said anything yet. 

It still didn’t sit right with him because Ben absolutely did not want to believe he called Miguel O’Hara mom. Rather than going to sleep still thinking about it, he swung over to Miguel’s lab, knowing full well the other was still awake. 

This portion of the HQ was definitely an acquired taste. The cluttered tech and the low lighting very much made this Miguel’s private space. And he marked it as such, a faint trace of his sugar-and-spice scent hanging in the air. 

He found Miguel high on his floating platform, as usual. Ben swung up without announcing himself, knowing the other had freakishly good hearing. He landed in a perfect pose behind Miguel, not that the other saw it. 

“I got that report, boss.”

“Good, Lyla can take it.” Miguel said, still with his back to Ben. 

It made his stomach twist and churn. When Ben hesitated, Miguel’s hands paused over his console. 

“Is there anything you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Uh, no.” Ben said, a little too quickly. “Why?”

Lyla manifested over Miguel’s shoulder, smiling wide as she waved at him. Meanwhile, Miguel finally turned to face Ben. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

“Don’t overcompensate. And don’t bullshit me, either. Just tell me, you didn’t mean it, right? You don’t really see me as a… a mother figure?”

The ice was back, creeping up his spine and threatening to make him shiver. 

Ben crossed his arms. “No way! If anything, I see you as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me!”

Lyla put her hands on her hips. “Hey, show your mother some respect.”

Miguel muttered something under his breath and said, “Stop it, both of you.”

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then Miguel said, “Look, I’m not going to bring it up again. I only asked because I’m not that much older than you. You know that.”

But he was also the only mature omega around. 

Not that Ben was going to point that out. 

He said, “It won’t happen again. Not that I’m admitting it ever happened at all, obviously. Because it didn’t, Miguel.” 

As Lyla laughed, Miguel pursed his lips.

+++

Ben was overcompensating, which took more strength than Miguel had at the moment to diffuse properly. He already lacked the willpower to fully confront the reality he was finally called mom by another spider-person. And not even by one of the kids, by fucking Ben.  

If only he went to bed a few hours ago. If only he could let himself trust a team to handle their mission without putting himself on standby as backup. 

Shit like this was what Miguel got for being such an anomaly even among other super humans. He’d seen one or two of them glance his way from time to time. He’d even seen some of the braver alphas make obvious plays at posturing for him. He didn’t hide his omega status, never had, but he also wasn’t interested in being anyone else’s bed warmer. And he was not ever going to let someone brag about banging the boss. But something like that was predictable. It could be planned around. 

This thing with Ben was a weird new issue that came with being an omega in charge. 

“Ben,” he said, keeping his voice low but firm.

“I mean it! It won’t happen again.”

And as the other flipped his hair and pouted, Miguel could feel the creeping urge to look toward the heavens for guidance. He thought alphas were supposed to go after the skinny, pretty omegas. Not ones like him.

As much as Miguel wasn’t anyone’s omega, he was also not anyone’s babysitter or mother. He was not going to purr for them or get out of their way. He growled and pushed through crowds as well as any alpha.

You’re still not like them, he reminded himself. 

It wasn’t that he thought anyone would challenge his authority directly, not when doing so meant gaining a multiverse on your shoulders and too many sleepless nights to count. These were supposedly his people. The good guys. And they thought he belonged among them. 

So he tried a new approach. 

Miguel shrugged and relaxed his jaw, “If you’re so sure it never happened… then good job, Ben. You led the mission well. I actually have another assignment that could use an experienced head, if you want it.”

He pulled up a few screens, flipping them around so Ben could observe the glitching occurring in a few neighboring universes. A strange pattern given that there was no obvious source.

Just as predicted, Ben paused. Miguel could practically see him turning this new information over in his head. 

“It might get dangerous,” Miguel said. “We haven’t been able to locate the source of the interdimensional overlapping, so it could come from anything. If you’re worried–”

“I’m not scared!” Ben said, raising his voice. Miguel showed no reaction. 

Ben crossed his arms, “I mean, I’m not worried. My team, maybe. But never me.”

“Good. Then I need a full survey of the afflicted dimensions done as soon as possible.”

“Not a problem, you know I always get the job done.”

At that, Miguel smiled. “I do. That's why I trust you completely.” 

He knew what he was doing. He gave Ben an encouraging nod, which was even better than reprimanding or taunting him. 

Let Ben lead under the knowledge that his mother figure/omega was trusting him with something important, a gesture that could get just about any alpha to preen.

Just as predicted, Ben pulled his mask over his face to hide that mild blush and stood up straighter. Miguel knew Ben’s whole melodramatic-hero thing wasn’t an act. So it didn’t surprise him when the other didn’t hesitate to download the data to his watch and swing off, despite not being assigned his team yet. 

Or delivering his prior report. Which Miguel did kind of need. 

Oh, well. He’d had enough bullshit for tonight. For once, he was going to let himself push something off until tomorrow. 

[boredgramlin]

Guys I broke the canon

I MADE HOBIE AMD MIGUEL WORK TOGETHER ON A PLAN I MADE

(Neo-spider is my spidersona if anybody's confused or wants to know)

[moonlitlunas]

me to miguel

Let him rest

[dilfkillerr]

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓼 — 𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓪.𝓲

♡┊𝓣𝓦: 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮

❥ Sugar Daddy || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He wanted a traditional romance, but finding you in a night of sexual frustration... Maybe he had found what he was looking for.

❥ Carlos Oliveira — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After the worldwide contamination, Carlos was the only one left to contain the city's zombies - however, you had also survived and now, he needed to convince you to stay with him at the base.

❥ Kratos || God of War — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Maybe he started to feel something more for you... And it was strange for him to feel emotions other than anger and hate.

❥ Freak || Joe Mayhem — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 A government experiment gone wrong when they tried to create a perfect war soldier – giving rise to Joe, a man who was pure chaos. Yet you seemed to attract him somehow... And now you had a "scary dog" to guard you.

❥ Scorpion || Kuai Liang — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Oh no... It's his wedding...

❥ Mafia Stepdad || Klaus Morgan — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He married your mother to cover up the crimes, but at the same time he saw something that interested him a lot in this marriage by adhesion... You.

❥ Nanami Kento — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You had a promising future as a sorcerer, but you gave it all up to go to Geto's side — and now your former tutor needed to stop you.

❥ Detective coworker || Hermes Charles [FTM BOT] — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your coworker was a tired and hot dilf, in dire need of getting fucked... And you seemed great for that role and especially for fucking his pussy until he forgot about his problems – However he found himself with more intense feelings for you.

❥ Enemy || Félix Ludwig — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 His hatred was a thick shell that covered an unresolved love; and now he had the opportunity to have you in his hands... Or rather, on his feet.

❥ Alpha cellmate || Reiji Kaito — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You were the only omega in prison, and luckily, you ended up in the cell of an Alpha who would protect you during your heat.

❥ Femdom || Roxie Katherine — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 She loved turning men like you into beautiful princesses...

❥ Rich Husband || Alex Ludwig — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Everyone thought you only married him because of his money — but he knew you really loved him.

❥ Bestfriend || Hari Raj — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your boyfriend dumped you and now your best friend wants to show the jerk what he's been missing...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He didn't expect the surprise when he lowered his clothes, but it was a pleasant surprise...

❥ Husband || Miguel O'Hara — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your kind husband had a baby fever and urgently needed to get you pregnant...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 night company...

❥ Ghost || Simon Riley — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 you were curious and he let you touch him...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 His brother didn't want you, but he did.

❥ Radioactive || Simon Ghost — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Was he still the same?

❥ Scorpion || Kuai Liang — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Temptations

❥ Hades || Simon Ghost — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 The god of the underworld fell in love with you, and with that, the best way for him to keep you was to kidnap you for himself — Persephone {{user}} x Hades Simon.

❥ Dom. Caregiver || Eric Blair — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 It was supposed to be a platonic contract, until he started to feel something more for you...

❥ Sadistic Guardian Angel || Ciel Melchior — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After you became very ill after a near-death experience, you received mystical protection from a guardian angel — however little did you know that he only liked to see you suffer.

❥ Stepdad || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Nanami had always noticed your attempts to be more than his stepson, and now, after that fateful accident – he needed to put an end to your illusory desires.

❥ Noob Saibot — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Together in khaos

❥ ALT Stepdad || Simon Ghost' — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You end up having sex with your stepdad as a birthday present || alt version ||