i know a hawk from a handsaw

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     name: sydney

     pronouns: he/she

     age: 20

     abt me: i'm from canada and in my second year of college studying animation! i'm also a writer and singer/songwriter. this is a sideblog, follows come from my art blog, @inky-squid-art !! i also run a mike wheeler rp blog, @smalltownpaladin0322. i’m anti censorship, anti ai, anti jkr, anti label policing, anti cringe culture, anti conservatism. i’m pro being cool and woke.

     fav film: C.R.A.Z.Y (2005)

     fav book: american gods

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mike is exhausted to the point of feeling sick, staying up late every night working on assignments, studying, stressing himself out. he’s overworked and not eating enough, nauseous and shivery from exhaustion and hunger.

and will hates himself because something about it is making him crazy. a glimpse of his pale face with dark bruises under the eyes makes his dick twitch and hits him with a wave of need. he sees him stumble a bit when he's walking to his desk and thinks oh god, i need to be inside him right now.

he doesn’t get it, has no idea what’s happening to him, but when dustin is talking one day about weird amphibian mating behaviours (as if it’s perfectly normal conversation over coffee and donuts), it reminds will of something he read way back in biology class, about not amphibians but arachnids.

when he gets home he falls down a rabbit hole and discovers, among other things, that male spiders often pick the moment of least peril to mate — when the female is eating, or when she is moulting and cannot attack. the idea that he’s apparently more drawn to mike when he seems weak and pitiful makes his stomach turn, makes him feel awful. predatory.

he decides not to mention it.

one day, mike staggers in the door like a zombie, shedding his bag and jacket to the floor and flopping on their bed with a loud groan.

will glances over from his desk. “bad day?”

mike makes a miserable, muffled noise into the bed, and will sets his inks aside and goes to sit beside him. he places a warm hand on the small of mike’s back, gently caressing him in a soothing rhythm. mike hums, stretching into it, and suddenly will can barely breathe at how pliable mike is in this moment.

but he lies down beside him, shoving down thoughts of spiders, of male spiders resorting to soothing gestures, even binding their mate with webs, not to immobilize but to relax her with the caressing motions. he stares as mike melts into the mattress at his touch.

it’s not bad if mike likes it, right? he’s not using some weird spidery hypnosis, he’s just comforting his boyfriend... right? will quietly says his name, and mike makes a pathetic inquiring noise in response, and suddenly will feels so guilty.

“nothing,” he whispers, as if the sound hadn't gone right to his dick. he ignores it, dutifully rubbing gentle circles on mike’s back, but the craving for closeness, to breathe him in, to consume him, gets stronger and he’s pulled into mike’s orbit, cuddling up against his side.

“you're pretty clingy today, huh?” mike murmurs, turning to look sleepily at will. will flushes, but mike really needs this too, feels horrendous and craves the comfort of being close to will, so he slings a leg over his boyfriend and basically wraps around him like a koala.

and will thinks, oh god.

eventually, even in his sleepy, pathetic state, mike starts to notice will is acting weird — shifting around, shuffling his hips away subtly — so he asks, “will?”

immediately, will says, “im sorry,” pulling back from where mike has ensnared him.

mike blinks at the loss. “what?”

his brow furrows, and will whispers, “um… nothing.”

mike props himself up on his elbow, looking at will properly for the first time, and the other boy is flushed, skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. “will, are you getting sick or something?” mike asks, reaching to feel his forehead.

he whines, turning his head away, and mike freezes. “will?”

will groans in embarrassment. “mike, i’m fine, i'm just really really really turned on right now. okay?”

mike’s jaw drops, rapidly reorienting itself from concern to hungry appreciation for his boyfriend’s flushed, aroused state. “oh,” he breathes.

will groans again and rolls to the edge of the bed, even though he feels these coiling tendrils of yearning dragging him back to mike.

“don't worry about it,” he says. “just get some rest, you need it.” his stomach lurches guiltily — mike does need it, he doesn’t need will leering at him like this. “just— i’m all good, it's fine.”

“well,” mike says slowly, rolling to lean back on his elbows and looking up at the back of will’s head. “i mean…”

will turns to look at mike, startled and hesitant. “yeah?”

“i just… i guess i could think of something that might make me feel better… after such a bad, awful, terrible day…” mike’s lips twitch, and he raises his eyebrow suggestively.

his composure drops when he sees will’s pupils dilate in real time, blown so fucking huge his irises are almost all black. “shit,” mike whispers, falling back onto the bed as will shoots up like he’s been shocked and crawls over his body to stare down at him hungrily.

webs drip from his wrists, trailing across mike’s arms in weirdly soothing motions, his fingers trailing circles over his skin. mike makes a desperate, shaky sound, eyes darting over the webs and will’s face and lips, and will dives in to lick his neck, dragging his mouth down his chest and trailing all the way to his belly.

he doesn’t know why, but he wants to eat him, bite him, consume him — visions of male spiders biting through the female’s exoskeleton to access her reproductive organs flash through his dazed, instinct-driven mind, and he groans in mixed revulsion and hunger. he pulls back, but mike’s hand in his hair tugs him down again, and his mouth falls hungrily on mike’s skin, sucking and pressing his tongue against the soft, hot, unbroken flesh, rocking his hips idly against mike’s leg.

mike whines, pushing will down, and will goes gladly. he mouths at mike’s jeans, spit dampening the rough fabric, and clumsily unzips and unbuttons them, pulling them down to his knees to nuzzle at mike’s cock, straining in his briefs.

mike’s eyes squeeze shut, head tossed back as he gasps out encouragement and praise — between the lightheadedness of exhaustion and this, he doesn’t feel quite real.

will inhales deeply, nose pressed to the soft warm fabric, the scent of mike, his sweat and precum and the detergent they share, washing over him like a wave, making his head spin dizzily. spiders, some male spiders perform oral sex to soothe their mate. will whimpers, the taste of mike’s skin so close through his thin white briefs.

“will,” mike gasps. “c’mon, baby, you’re killing me here. please.”

with a choking inhale will tugs mike’s briefs down and takes him in hand, kissing the tip and licking up the beads of precum dribbling down. his eyelids flutter at the salty, slightly sweet taste, and he laps at him desperate for more. mike’s moan trails off into a whimper as will takes the head in his mouth, tongue gliding over soft skin until mike hits the back of his throat.

“yeah, that’s it,” mike whispers, hips stuttering as he tries to keep his body limp, careful not to hurt will. will suckles at him contentedly, mind pleasantly hazy and quiet for a change as he chooses his own pace, taking mike slow and tasting him as he gets more desperate.

finally, he pulls away, sliding back up mike’s body to kiss him. it’s a slick exchange of split and hot breath as will starts to jerk him off. will’s dick slides against mike’s upper thigh, and mike traps it there, letting him slip between his legs.

will groans at the sudden relief, and mike’s thighs tense as he squirms, sensitive. the rhythm of will’s hand becomes unsteady as he thrusts between mike’s thighs, pressing nearer, desperate for warmth, for even more closeness, his head dropping till his temple keeps brushing mike’s cheek. he’s more just holding mike in hand as his body rocks against him. mike’s hand slides under the hem of his shirt, rubbing circles into his back, whispering encouragement in his ear.

will chokes out a moan as he cums, mike’s thighs becoming slippery as his thrusts slow down. and suddenly a lightning strike of panic barrels through him, and he’s on the ceiling in the blink of an eye, crouched, half naked, and peering upside down at mike.

his head spins as he tries to grasp why he’s there. mike whimpers at the sudden loss of stimulation when he was so close, cock twitching and drooling precum onto his trembling stomach. “will,” he whines, brows knitting together plaintively. “will, what… what the hell.”

his hips buck against the air, seeking will’s touch. will’s racing heart slows steadily, the adrenaline coursing through him beginning to ease. his head clears from the haze of panic and instinct screaming to leap to safety — certain male spiders are scared of their mates, of being killed, eaten… thoughts rush through his mind dizzyingly — he’s never done this before. feeding into his instincts made him lose himself in them. just for a moment.

a high, keening sound is what breaks him out of his frozen state, eyes locked on mike as he desperately ruts against thin air. “will, please. c’mon.”

he sounds so needy, eyes glossy and wide, staring up at will, and will drops down to the bed, landing with a huff.

“are you— are you okay?” mike asks, voice shaking as he tries to compose himself. his twitching hips give him away, despite his furrowed brow and worried gaze.

“yeah,” will breathes. “sorry.”

mike laughs, whimpering as will takes his oversensitive cock in his hand again. it’s flushed, red, hot — he’s dripping with need. “s’okay,” he gasps. “you’re a weirdo, y’know that? real mean to me too.”

will laughs, hushing him. “sorry,” he says again, this time with a smile. his hand glides up and down mike’s cock, still slick with spit and precum, and he ducks down to kiss him again, sliding his tongue into mike’s open mouth.

“will—” mike’s voice is shaky, hot breath slipping inside will’s mouth. “will, can you—” his hips jump, dick twitching in will’s grasp.

will hums, pulling back slightly. “what?”

mike blinks rapidly, focusing his gaze on will’s face. “need you. want you to fuck me. please.”

a pleased jolt of heat leaps and swirls in will’s gut. he shoves it down. “yeah? you don’t need to— to do anything?”

mike shakes his head. “m’good. and i—” he inhales sharply as will’s thumb teases his slit, eyelids fluttering, and then joltily shrugs a shoulder. “i haven’t eaten today, so—”

“mike.” will’s brow furrows.

mike groans, shifting his hips up to get will moving again. “not now, will, it’s fine. just want you to— want you to do whatever you want to me, okay?”

will’s stomach swirls, and he looks up sharply to search mike’s face, suddenly certain he knows more than he’s letting on. mike raises his eyebrows, gaze steady and shrewd. “fuck,” will whispers.

“yeah?”

“mike,” he says warningly. “i don’t think you know… what you’re asking for.”

mike tilts his head. “will. i want you to use me. okay?” his voice shakes ever-so-slightly with the effort of staying composed. a breathy moan escapes will’s lips at his words, and he feels mike twitch in his hand. “i want you to fuck me as hard as you want, as long as you want. okay, will?”

will swallows, and the sound is loud, obscene, from the sheer amount his mouth is watering. “you haven’t even eaten,” will protests, as if his wrists aren’t dripping webs that sinuously, hazily crawl over mike’s body. “you might— you might pass out.” his voice drops to a whisper, face flushing.

mike grins wolfishly, his eyes gleaming.

“seriously?” will stutters. “that— that gets you going?”

mike licks his lips, tilting his head up for a kiss. “so much, baby. c’mon, i promise if i pass out you can keep going.”

will chokes back a moan. “don’t joke. you know i’m— my powers—”

“wasn’t joking.” mikes brow furrows. “too much? you don’t have to—”

“no. shut up.” he dives down to mouth at mike’s neck, murmuring into his skin, “pants— pants all the way off.” he fumbles at the briefs still pooled around mike’s lower thighs, and mike nods, kicking it all away. will sighs, releasing mike’s cock to slide his palm over the soft, pale skin.

he furrows his brow, eyes darting around for lube, and then flicks his wrist at the nightstand, catching the small tube in a web and snatching it from the air.

mike’s eyes shine, a breathless smile on his face at the sight.

“what?” will murmurs, squeezing lube onto his fingers.

“never gets old.” mike grins. “hey, spidey— oh, shit!” his lips part in a gasp as will’s cool fingers trail over his hole, lube sliding along the puckered skin.

“shh, relax,” will whispers, rubbing his palm up and down mike’s arm, webs trailing soothingly over his skin.

mike shivers, but the tension eases, and will slips a finger inside. he preps him, more webs tracing swirling patterns over his body, a light, hazy sensation, and the whole time mike stares up at him wide-eyed, pupils blown, lips bitten red and slick with spit. will’s heart stutters at the sight — he looks awed. as if will touching him is an honour.

“will,” he whispers, finally. “will, i think i’m good, baby.”

will pulls his fingers out, and mike makes a quiet sobbing sound at the loss.

“okay.” will squeezes more lube into his palm, slicking up his cock, hard again from having mike squirming under him. “you’re sure… you’re sure you want me to…”

mike sighs sharply, a high whine at the edges of it. “will, if you don’t fuck me as hard as you can right now, i swear i’ll jump out the window.”

will giggles, and mike beams despite himself. “i’d catch you,” will says, and any response is cut off as he lines himself up and pushes inside.

the air is punched out of mike in a little gasp, and then he hums softly, reaching for will. will lets himself be pulled in, lips dropping to brush over mike’s collarbone as he begins to find a steady rhythm.

mike allows the slower thrusts, weaving his fingers through will’s hair, but eventually he grows impatient. his hand slides down will’s back, tracing the notches of his spine. will shivers, spit trickling over the jut of mikes collarbone, and he lets out a whimper at the tight, hot glide of mike swallowing him, pulling him in.

mike’s hand stretches over his ass, guiding him faster and harder into him. “c’mon, will, i can tell you’re holding back.”

will buries his face in mike’s neck as his boyfriend’s fingers grip him tighter, hard enough to bruise. mike’s right — he’s almost trembling with the effort not to thrust into him at a terrifying pace. “mike, i can’t—”

a sharp sound pierces the air as mike smacks his ass, his big hand falling again to grasp it and pull him in harder. will moans, and feels mike clench around him. “baby, please.” mike’s voice breaks. “if you wanna, i’m all yours.”

and will lets his control slip. still not his full strength, because as optimistic as mike seems to be, will is ever the realist, and he knows he could break him. but he gets a lot closer to it than he ever has before. and suddenly mike can’t hold in his desperate, sobbing moans and the whining exhales fucked out of him every thrust.

will nuzzles into mike’s neck, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he slams in and out at a furious pace. he can smell mike’s sweat and the rush of his pulse and the faint scent of soap and then his mouth is wrapped around the side of mike’s throat. his tongue presses flat against his jugular, and he can feel his blood thump-thump-thumping and all he wants to do is bite.

instead he breathes him in, tastes him hot on his tongue. mike’s head is tossed back, mouth wide open as he gasps for air, his body rocking with the force of each thrust. when he cums, his whole body tenses, but the sudden squeeze isn’t enough to make will finish a second time.

he slows, easing mike through it and starting to pull out, but mike gropes at him, tugging him back in and determinedly insisting, “no, no— keep going. keep going, please.”

his hazy eyes focus on will’s and he looks almost feverish as he repeats, “please, will.”

will takes a shaky breath, nods, and slowly slides back in, watching mike carefully. mike’s whole body shivers, and he seems to try squirming away, legs jerking closer to his body. will pauses, and mike chokes out a stubborn, impatient, “will!”

will breaks, resuming the same punishing pace from before, even as mike tosses and turns beneath him, overwhelmed sobs escaping his red-bitten lips. there’s tears in mike’s eyes and he's almost hyperventilating, but he reaches up and clumsily grabs the side of will’s head, thumb pushing his sweaty hair aside, and pants, “no— no matter what, don't stop.”

will’s heart twists and leaps in his chest, and he breathes, “okay— okay.” he speeds up, pounding into him, fucking him as close to full strength as he can get.

the breathy sounds punched out of mike get weaker with every thrust, till he can barely keep his eyes open. a weak whine bubbles up from his throat, long and involuntary, jolting each time will slams into him.

mike feels fuzzy and overstimulated, mind dipping into hazy darkness even as his cock tries valiantly to get hard again.

“mike— mike—” will whispers, hardly slowing his pace but reaching for mike’s face, sliding down to shake his shoulder.

mike blinks at him dreamily, taking several seconds to focus on his face. “will,” he breathes. “will, promise— promise, don’t stop.”

his eyes search will’s, and will could back out, say he doesn’t want to, but fuck, he’s kind of never wanted anything more. “promise,” he whispers, and mike smiles, eyes dropping closed.

as will’s thrusts accelerate, mike moans weakly, head lolling to the side. will feels sick for it but fuck he can't help it, he wants him so so bad and something about this makes it even hotter and he doesn't wanna think about that. and mike said no matter what, looked like the cat that got the cream when will promised, so he keeps fucking into mike’s limp body like his life depends on it.

mike’s cock is stiffening despite his hazy unconsciousness, and will clumsily strokes it to hardness, starts jerking him off in time with his thrusts. fast, so fast his fist is flying over him. mike squirms under him, whining, his closed eyelids fluttering dazedly. will chases after his own release, burying his face in mike’s neck, hand stuttering over mike’s dick.

his lips are slick and slide over mike’s hot skin as will whispers his name like an incantation, brows knit in desperate, pathetic need. suddenly mike’s body seizes, wracked by a huge shiver, and he feels cum slipping down the hand around mike’s dick.

mike clenches, a high, wheezing sound drawn from his throat, and the sudden tightness sends will teetering over the edge. he keeps thrusting, everything slick and hot around him, squeezing him as he fills mike up. and this time, when he’s done fucking mike full of his cum, there’s only a half-hearted urge to escape — he jolts, and mike’s hand slaps and grabs at his back clumsily. if he were truly trying to get away, the attempt would’ve been laughable. as is, it’s unexpected, and will topples to the side and suddenly goes limp.

he drops like a stone, and after several seconds, when he seems to be playing dead quite convincingly, mike murmurs, “will?”

another long, silent moment stretches on, and then suddenly will shakes his head and pushes himself up.

“what the fuck,” he whispers, with feeling, his brow furrowed incredulously.

“i think that's my line,” mike quips, eyebrows twitching in a vaguely worried way. he blinks lightheadedly. “are you okay?”

“i think i— i got nervous,” will says, and it’s the truth — guilt and want going haywire, mike’s weak attempt to stop him from visiting the ceiling again being perceived as a threat… stupid. so stupid. “sorry.”

“no, no! no, that was…” mike hums, tugging him close and burying will’s head in his neck. “that was perfect.”

“oh. good,” will whispers. but after a few seconds, he still asks, “are— are you okay?”

important to Me <3

and of course mike's greedy ass has Two signs.. and Of Course it's "sharp right turn" and "one way". like oh is there something alarming and sudden and unexpected abt you? could things only go one way? ok bro. whatever 🫩