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Biased Penalty
Summary; Miguel uses taking a break to get you in his office, knowing you'd want to help. He sets you up for failure with intentional to punish you for your shortcomings and ease his urges to dig his claws into someone.
Miguel x Reader Tickle fic. Written in second person.
Getting called into the office was a significantly different experience to you than it was any other Spider Person. Whereas they would face scolding of some sort, harsh reminders if they messed up, Miguel never had an issue with you. It wasn't just that you were a particularly skilled Spider, no, he'd grown to find you a reliable source of support thanks to your rather stubborn insistence on looking out for him despite his rejections. Making sure he was taking breaks, resting, and eating regularly. Your consistent visits made you a more comfortable presence than most. That's why, on this rare occasion where he chose to have a break without being pushed to, you were who he settled on to take up the workload. Even if just to see how well you'd handle it... But, more importantly, on the off chance you couldn't handle it, Miguel had something planned. He has certain urges thanks to the Spider DNA that would distract him from work. While he had yet to succumb to them using you in particular, he was growing all too tempted to.
Walking in was fairly standard. His platform slowly descended as you entered, giving you a moment to pause and study Miguel's large and rigid form. The tension was hardly a rare sight, but it concerned you all the same.
"Not in trouble, am I? Did I bring you a bad meal, annoy you with rest requests too often?"
Miguel's head moved up at the sound of your voice. He didn't respond, waiting for the platform to come to a stop.
A sudden use of his webbing made you jump. He pulled up a chair from god knows where, and for a moment you worried he'd throw it at you. He dropped it heavily beside him instead, turning to look at you. There was a long pause before he repeated his prior action- on you.
You couldn't help but yelp when his webbing snapped around your waist. It pulled you off the spot you previously stood clean and swiftly. Your eyes were wide as you landed right in front of Miguel, his hand already on your shoulder to steady you. God, his hand was so warm.
"H-heeeyy there-!"
You cringed a little at how blatantly obvious the nervousness was in your voice. Miguel stared at you for a moment longer, those scarlet eyes so intense it felt as if he were laying your soul bare to judge. He removed the webbing from your waist, moving to sit in his chair.
"Against my better judgement, I'm taking a break. I need someone to monitor everything while I do so. I'll be judging how well you do."
Ah. A test of some sorts? The thought of being his stand in was actually quite thrilling, for a variety of reasons. It meant you would have way more opportunity and reason to get the guy to rest, he'd be more inclined to knowing the multiverse was still in safe hands AND you could potentially spend more time with him. Peer reviews are important, after all! You nodded, stepping in front of him to look at the screens already set out.
"Right… What should I do?"
It didn't take that much explanation for you to get the hang of it. You'd seen Miguel fiddling with these screens enough times to already know how to manipulate them. The layout did take a little getting used to, seeing as the screens could go at any angle in any reachable space, but soon enough you have several screens up to watch the current happenings in the multiverse. There were quite a few anomaly fights taking place, you watched each and carefully tracked the methods and efficiency of each Spider involved into account. It wasn't easy keeping track of each one, but you managed by taking down quick notes for Miguel to easily view later. It was important that anomalies not only get caught, but get caught relatively undamaged.
Miguel watched you the entire time. He was impressed by how quickly you took to it, like a spider to weaving a web. He didn't say this, of course, opting for silence. Watching you work definitely made him hopeful about this option. You never failed him, no matter the effort it took for you, always proving your place as one of his best. But at the same time... He craved for you to slip up, to give him an excuse to cave to his urge to dig his claws into your flesh.
He wasn't one for inactivity. While he kept his nails unsheathed, his fingers tapped away against the arm of his chair. His eyes were on your hands at first, watching your actions, then at your face to judge the concentrated look you had, then they soon moved down to study your form. You had good posture, leaning from one foot to another when reaching for different screens. His fingers dug into the chair of the arm as you lifted one arm high up, exposing your side, ribs, underarm so blatantly. A strong urge to latch a hand onto the vulnerable side gripped Miguel but he held off.
You were busy, after all…
Then again. It wasn't uncommon for the room to be invaded by certain Spiders. Peter was a repeat offender, Jesse had her moments in distracting Miguel, and that little group of spiderlings were the worst with it considering they're usually there with intention to annoy Miguel into coming away from his work. It hardly helped that Miles had a bone to pick with him, and he had to be easy on that kid or else receive an irritatingly long, stern talking to from Peter.
"Insufribles mierdecillas…"
He mumbled softly. You glanced back, not quite hearing what he said but knowing he said something. He didn't repeat himself, sending you an intense stare that made a shiver creep up your back. You didn't dare actually shiver.
"Don't get distracted."
The words were firm, and you quickly snapped your head back to the screens to carry on. You'd gotten into the swing of it, even if you did have to periodically look up which Spider Person was which to have accurate notes. So many recruits to remember, how did Miguel memorise them all…
Miguel shifted in his seat. You were good at getting back into it when distracted momentarily, but the fact you looked back at such a minor thing was concerning. Training that out of you would be beneficial. And a good excuse. Miguel sat up straight in his chair, pulling up some controls.
You stepped back as everything shrank down, concerned that you'd touched something you shouldn't have. Two hands on your waist made you tense up, especially when they pulled you back.
When you were tugged into Miguel's lap, his arms wrapping around you securely, your mind fizzled and blanked. Your eyes were wide with shock, heart beating fast.
"Calm down. I'm testing you."
Right. A test. Right, that makes sense. Miguel fiddled with the controls again, making sure everything was still in your reach. You watched as the screens shifted. You couldn't ignore how warm he was, that arm still around you pressed so firmly. You had to take a breath, letting it out slowly to relax and focus on what you needed to.
"You'll be faced with different distractions when working. If not pop ups notifying you of sudden changes in plans or issues becoming present, then by certain people getting a kick out of irritating you. I'll be mimicking the latter. Don't let me get to you, stay focused."
"Ok… I'll do my best."
How were you going to stand this? You were already a bit freaked out by the fact Miguel had pulled you into his lap. He didn't exactly seem the touchy type; this was completely unexpected.
Still, you were never one to disappoint. He'd given you his orders, you were going to follow them.
You went back to work, scrolling through videos and images, noting down important details, monitoring and recording the necessary information.
Miguel let out a sigh, his warm breath hitting your neck and causing goosebumps. You repressed a shiver, eyes fixed on those screens, focusing as hard as you could on catching crucial details. That's exactly why you didn't notice his hands moving, shifting so they were placed on your sides. Those fingertips suddenly grazing up your sides made you tense up and yelp, arms coming down to protect yourself.
"Ten cuidado. Reaccionar sólo me anima. If you give away that what I'm doing is affecting you… It will get worse."
This time you couldn't repress a shiver. He was whispering right in your ear, how could you hide from that? Miguel's hands came forward, your eyes darting between them as his claws unsheathed. Seeing him flex his fingers made tingles erupt across your skin.
They sheathed once again before his hands returned to your sides. You hesitated to continue, knowing Miguel would do it again the moment you raised your arms. He let out a breath, hinting that he wasn't going to be patient. You slowly raise your arms, forcing your attention back onto the screens.
He barely gave you a moment to get back into it. His fingers traced over your stomach, tiny lines of tingles following their wake. Your eyes flicked from screen to screen in a manner more erratic than before, hoping to god you could hold in any reactions. You were hardly as stoic as the man who was tormenting you right now. You remained tense, letting out soft breaths to get some release from the urge to laugh. Control your breathing, carry on.
It became harder when his hands slowly drifted upward, exploring, a slight scratch from each finger as he moved to your lowest ribs. He lingered there, seemingly hoping to find a sweet spot. You had to press your lips together not to smile. You closed your eyes for a moment, hands hanging in the air. Miguel's nails dug in slightly as he noticed you pausing. A warning, a further distraction? You gritted your teeth, forcing your eyes back open, practically glaring at the screens as you persisted. While he lightened up he, too, persisted, fingers dragging up along your ribs.
You made a few spelling errors as those fingers brushed across your ribs, easily finding the sections between them thanks to your skin tight suit. Ugh, why did skin tight suits have to be a staple of heroes?! Your hand shook as you corrected your errors, eyes flicking between videos as you did. You wrote more than before, a compensation for how a wobbly smile was forming on your face, how you couldn't help but divide your attention with those surprisingly skilled hands.
Miguel had been monitoring you the entire time. He'd turn his head to see your expression in the reflection of the screens, watched as you twitched and breathed deeper and tensed under his fingertips. It was almost addictive to him. The anticipation was getting to him; he was going to break you eventually. Granted, you lasted longer than he expected… It made it all the more fun, though.
His hands moved once again. One slipped up to scratch softly against your armpit, the other tracing over your collarbone. Oh, god, they were going to different spots, now. You had to grit your teeth and ball up one hand just to stop a giggle from escaping. As those fingertips travelled up your neck, however, grazing far lore sensitive skin, you faltered.
One giggle. One sign of weakness. That was all the excuse Miguel needed.
"Oh, estás tan jodido…"
He growled in your ear as the claws came out. He was still gentle around your neck, but the pinpoint sharpness of those claws made it excruciatingly ticklish. Where you may have been able to recover, he didn't let you. The scratching at your underarm was much rougher now, sending spikes of sensitive sensations that made you burst into laughter, all while the gentle tickling at your neck made you tilt your head and scrunch up. A soft yet sadistic chuckle made those butterflies burst in your stomach, made you react without thinking.
You pushed back, a hand going to his chest to shove yourself off of him. He swiped at you, catching your wrist just as you were about to back off.
"Where do you think you're going? You failed. That warrants a penalty."
Despite how playful he was acting he never dropped the serious tone. He stood, towering over you, grabbing onto your waist once more. You hardly had a chance as he swiftly threw you into the chair, grabbing it to pull you close to him. You barely had a chance to shift into a more comfortable position before he pressed a leg against you, pinning you in place easily.
"W-wait, give mehe another chance-!"
"Hmm… No. Estás condenado, pobrecito."
You hardly had a moment to register what he said before those claws got to you. With all the build up of tension your defences were down. You reacted as soon as you felt the maddening scrape of talons against your sides, grabbing at Miguel's wrists as you squealed. Laughter was quick to follow, your straining to push Miguel's hands away doing little to nothing to stop him.
Still, it was annoying. Miguel paused for a mere moment to push his hands together. Red webbing suddenly flicked out, wrapping around your wrists. You gasped but had no chance to protest. He'd already pulled his hands out of your grip, and he took out his frustrations at your pitiful struggle by going straight for your underarms. A sly grin spread on Miguel's face as you let out a shriek, the laughter flowing out fast and frantic like rocky rapids. He could swim in that sound for ages, the satisfaction of pulling such a reaction from someone was unmatched. He kept flexing his fingers, even as you clamped your arms down and tried to prevent the movement.
"Stop struggling. You'll only make it worse for yourself."
His tone was just as lacking in emotions as it always was. Firm and matter of fact. But there was an air of smugness to it, Miguel was using his stern facade to mess with you. You couldn't help but squirm from his claws, rocking in a desperate bid to get them away from your armpits. They remained stuck there, though, pulling your laughter from you with twitching claws.
That was until Miguel pulled them down, raking them across your ribs. You jolted, frantic yelps and squeaks peppering your laughter. You could have sworn you heard Miguel chuckling. His talons continued downwards, fingers flexing as they ended up at your sides. Unfortunately for you, with Miguel's leg pinning you down in place your squirming was far less efficient. You pushed against him, trying to buck, to shift your weight, do anything. He was too strong compared to you. You were stuck and at his mercy- or lack thereof.
"Did you not hear me? Must I repeat myself? Stop struggling."
He leaned in closer, now hissing in your ear. His voice took a more vicious tone, like he was growing frustrated at your incessant squirming. Much the opposite, really, he couldn't get enough of how reactive you were.
When he was pondering potential victims, no one else seemed to fit right. Peter, while quite amusing to make scream himself, had that annoying habit of trying to start a fight unless he's completely restrained. Not to mention he had Mayday with him the majority of the time, and she'd started learning how to assist Peter in that. No go, Miguel didn't want someone with the nerves to fight. Jesse was out of question, considering she'd rather fling Miguel across the room than entertain him. Understandable, she's every right to defend herself. Scarlet Spider was too dramatic, the novelty wore off fast, Miguel got tired of him quickly. And those damn spiderlings, as easy as they are to pick on, make a concerningly efficient team. Miguel hardly needed to give them more reason to mess with him...
He'd gone through several recruits before he saw you. You were a risk: he'd never done something like this to you. And yet, your incessant habit of trying to help him, your repetitive offers to fetch him food or drink, reminders to rest (like he listened to them), your eagerness for extra assignments… You had made it very clear you wanted to be reliable to him, someone he counted on. And while this is hardly an emergency, if he could have someone to count on letting him dig their claws into their flesh when he needed that specific stimulation he wouldn't hesitate to take that opportunity. You asked for this, really. Unknowingly, yes, but it was your fault, somehow. That's what Miguel was deciding. If you were so stubborn about supporting him, you can support him by letting him take such urges out on you.
It was while his hands slowly moved forward, claws dragging to your stomach, that he snarled at you. You had blocked his hands with your own, even if they were restrained. In desperation, you had shot his wrists with your own web and pulled your arms up, using your spider strength to keep him at bay.
"Three times is far too many. I've already warned you. You asked for this."
He moved quickly, easily ripping apart your webbing. Hand on your shoulder, he lunged forward. You gasped as you felt his teeth against your neck, the points of his fangs digging in just enough to pierce the skin. You could feel it course through you, that venom. He didn't give you a full dose, not wanting to completely incapacitate you, but he gave you enough to weaken you significantly. Your arms dropped to your lap limpy, your head falling back against the seat and only exposing your neck further. You grunted when you tried lifting them, tried moving your head, realising what he'd done. It wasn't impossible but it was difficult, very difficult, like all your strength had been drained.
The tongue against your wound was hardly expected. Maybe it was a habit for him to clean it… Either way, it made you shudder. As did his teeth continuing to brush over your neck, his pointed fangs turning out to be horribly ticklish when scraped across your skin. The fact you couldn't lift your head easily meant he had free reign over your neck. You spluttered and giggled, body refusing to adhere to your urges to squirm.
It couldn't have been better for Miguel. Not only was he getting to satisfy his need to claw into something, but that ever present itch to bite into something was also satiated. There was truly nothing better than the feel of warm skin under his fangs. Honestly, you were spoiling him right now. He couldn't have been more content.
With you unable to push his hands away now, Miguel snuck them under your arms and started to claw at your stomach. Game over.
Your giggles were quick to descend into frantic, near hysterical laughter. He wasn't even scratching that hard. Sure he was definitely being far more rough than before but it wasn't completely merciless.... Those pointed talons were maddeningly efficient against the soft, sensitive flesh. No urge to jolt away was listened to, all you could do was laugh. Miguel let out a purr, something that made your fast beating heart skip a beat.
"I didn't think you'd be so weak to this... You come off as far more sturdy than you really are. Maybe it's the confidence... Look at you, hysterical merely at some claws. You'd be a goner if I really dug in. You'd choke on your own laughter."
His taunting was something else. He whispered it in a nearly tender tone despite the quite mean spirited and threatening comments. It made your brain fizzle a bit, as if you could think straight anyway. If your face wasn't already glowing from all the struggling and laughter, those words would have easily sent you into the deeper hues of red. A whine pushed its way up your throat, through your laughter, your silence finally broken.
"This isn't fair-!"
Miguel paused at that. His claws stilled, giving you a moment to recover, to catch your breath as your hysterics faded to giddy, nervous giggles.
"It's not fair? Are you implying that I, of all people, would do something unjust?"
Miguel leaned in close, one hand raised to tilt your head and force you to look at him. There was a predatory look in his blazing red eyes that made you feel like jelly.
"What's unjust about this? This is a punishment for your inability to perform. You failed the opportunity I so generously gave to you. And then you had the gall to resist, despite my many warnings, instead of taking it like you should. Is that unjust? Should I have just… Let you go?"
You hesitated to respond. The way he stared at you was so critical, so intense. And yet… You could see it in his eyes. That spark of playfulness hiding behind the intensity, this wasn't the punishment he was claiming it was. It was a game.
The fact he'd chosen you to play it made your heart do backflips. You took a deep breath, before nodding. You couldn't push back your nervous smile so you instead tried to make your voice as unwavering as you could.
"You should. And you should also feel bad. Because this is… Excessive."
"Excessive?!"
He hissed the word out, clearly unapproving.
"I've been merciful. You don't know what excessive looks like."
"I think it looks like being tied up and bitten. I'm also wondering how you think that's an appropriate punishment in a formal setting…"
Miguel's growl made your blood pressure spike. Ok, that last comment was a bit too cheeky. You let out a nervous laugh, tensing as much as you were able to in your current situation.
"I'll show you what excessive truly is."
He pulled your arms up, tucking them behind your head and leaving you exposed. Ah, fuck. He cracked his knuckles, eyes flitting down to stare at his target. Your stomach. Double fuck. Those talons rested against your stomach, his fingers twitching with anticipation. Triple fuck! You were so screwed. You were screwed the moment you stepped into this room.
You were expecting him to dig straight in but he surprised you by resisting that urge. He started slowly, dragging those claws up and down, eyes flicking up to stare you down as you broke out into giggles once more. He kept eye contact enough that you had to look away, too flustered by it to look back at him. Gradually, those nails dug in more and more, moving faster and more rough with each passing second. Your laughter followed suit, becoming more frantic and higher pitched. He leaned in as he made it worse for you, you could feel his gaze burning into your face.
Then his hands darted to your hips, scratching and digging into the dips of your bone. You shrieked at the sudden change, only to shriek once again when they dart back to your stomach. One hand kept scratching there, dragging itself around in random directions to keep you guessing, while the other hand crawled over your ribs. Whines spilled between your laughter, there in place of the begging you didn't dare let out. You know that's exactly what he wanted.
And yet, when his hands darted down to rapidly drag back and forth on your waistline you couldn't hold it back.
"NohoOHOHOho-! Stohop it-!"
You yelled it out before you could stop yourself. You didn't mean to break the silence, it was the one thing stopping Miguel's own tongue. With you having interrupted the sweet sound of your frantic laughter, Miguel growled into your ear.
"What's that? Can you not handle it? Is this excessive? Do you realise how lenient I was being before, do you realise now how ruthless I can truly be?"
You shook your head weakly, desperate to get him away from your ear. You leaned to the side enough to slip, but Miguel didn't let you fall away from him. He grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back up, pinning you to the back of the chair. It gave you a mere moment to gasp for breath before he was back to attacking both hands at your stomach once more. What's more, he ducked to your neck again, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin between nibbles and ticklish bites. While the venom was wearing off now, the laughter itself was keeping you weak. Tears pricked at your eyes as he mercilessly continued. Your ribs and abs were getting sore from the laughter, not to mention his constantly scratching. You didn't know how much more you could handle…
So you relented.
"YEHES! I'msorryI'msorry, I'msohohorry-! Pleheheeaase-! Ahahah, it's too-AH! Toohoo MUCH! Mihigueeeel!!"
You frantically babbled through your laughter, some words wavering or getting cut off by the shrieks and yelps Miguel was so easily pulling from you. He revelled in the begging, letting out a satisfied sigh at having broken you down. Even though his hands slowed, you still frantically begged, only making it sweeter for him.
"Stohohop, plehehease- I cahan't, I can't tahahake it… Anymohore…"
Miguel stood up straight, granting you mercy. He looked down on his work, satisfied as he saw how tired out you were. The vibrant red of your cheeks framing the unshakable smile on your face. The streaks from when laughter induced tears spilled from the corner of your eyes, the messied hair from your prior squirming, your soft and giggle filled panting to regain your breath… A job thoroughly well done.
The webbing around your wrists unwrapped and shot back into his sleeves. He leaned forward to brush your hair back, wipe the tear stains on your cheeks away.
"For someone so sensitive, you can handle a lot."
The praise made your heart beat pick up again. You tilted your head back. Mostly from exhaustion, but also to make it easier for him. Your eyes fluttered closed as you concentrated on catching your breath… And the warmth of his hands. You let out a deep breath, speaking before you could think it through.
"You never wanted me to take over your work, did you…? It was a set up."
"Don't accuse me of being conniving."
"You're not denying it…"
"You're pushing it."
A claw dragged along your jaw when he said that, making you scrunch up and whine. Miguel relented when you tried to shift away, even if the reaction was compelling.
"You're one to talk. You didn't protest at all."
Oh, fuck, he noticed. You sat up, grabbing onto his wrists as you defended your honour.
"I was- You took me off guard! I was stunned! You're not exactly the type to seem like he'd- he'd do something like that!"
Miguel hummed, leaning in close.
"You asked for it. Disagreeing with me like that. You egged me on."
"You wanted me to!"
"I still do, are you trying to get round two?"
You squeaked when he moved his hands down. You pushed back, shaking your head rapidly. You've had your fill. The fact this all came out of nowhere made it a shock, you couldn't handle the mere thought of Miguel carrying on, much less him actually doing it.
But, maybe later… On a different day. You wouldn't mind it happening again.
"I… have to go train! And I'm supposed to babysit for Peter later- I have things to do! Save it for a rainy day?"
Miguel hummed. Your frantic excuses were cute. He stood up straight, his talons sheathing. You let out a sigh of relief, standing yourself. He didn't move back, towering over you.
"You'd better move quickly, then. Before I change my mind and do it anyway."
Great advice! You sidestepped around the chair, nodding before turning and speed walking away from Miguel. You still felt wobbly, you couldn't tell if it was from what happened or any lingering venom. It still felt like Miguel's claws were against your skin, a ghost of the sensation lingering even when you rubbed your sides. You glanced back as you got to the door, seeing Miguel's frame illuminated by the lights of the screen. He had gotten straight back to work.
Suppose you should do the same. You left, leaving Miguel to his own devices.
Unbeknownst to you, after you left, as Miguel worked he would occasionally pull up a video. Rewinding it, he'd listen to your laughter all over again. While it wasn't the same as the real thing, hearing it bounce around the otherwise quiet space brought a sense of comfort to him. At the very least, it'll keep his urges at bay.
At least until you're next available.