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I've been seeing stuff about top/bottom with Byler lately and it always fascinates me that people tend to see Will as a bottom and Mike as a top... I will never see Will as a bottom. They switch because they're healthy and it works well with their dynamic but come on! Mike has zero top energy! The guy is a pillow princess! In the show, Will isn't traditional manly but he's still masculine and there's a dominant energy about him. He's a little shit when he wants to. Because yes, you can draw, be soft and still be very dominant in essence. And Will is all that. The guy survived the Upside Down! Plus, I'm sorry but the Mind Flayer is an allegory for rape and I have a hard time believing Will would enjoy having something inside him again when he can avoid it. I only see Will as a bottom in cases where he wants to hurt himself but not as his natural dynamic.

And Mike would make a terrible top. The guy is a complete sub for Will. Even with a woman if he were straight. He'd be into pegging 100%. I'm not saying he never tops because he definitely does but he works much better as a bottom than Will.

But that's just my personal opinion and my two cents in the debate.

#byler

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A little Aonung/Spider I've been working on... (not proofread)

Warning: T rated for this one but might go up to M or E rated when finished (I might add a first time moment at the end of this)

Aonung has had enough.

Can’t they mind their own business?

Yes, he knows Spider is different from him, in more than one way. But he has accepted it. So why do they have to make such a big fuss and be so weird about it?! Three talks! He’s already had to suffer three talks! With their worried expressions and not so subtly allusions he might hurt Spider with his size and his weight, as if he were some sort of horrible brute. It makes him sick, this image they have of him… of them and his love.

Yes, he’s aware making Spider his official mate will be… a conundrum. He’s not stupid. He’s seventeen. He passed his Rite. He’s an adult now. Spider has no Kuru to make the bond with him. He couldn’t even pass his own Rite, being unable to ride a Tsurak like a Na’vi. Jakesully said that Spider can be considered an adult in human standards but the tribe will never validate it - not really. And Spider is small. Child sized. He reaches Aonung at the waist and Aonung isn’t stupid. He noticed how incredibly much larger he is and what it means. Yes, he’s scared. But he knows that adorable tawtute is the one. Did he ever think his mate would be a tawtute? No! But that’s what happened. And now, he’s determined to take things as they are and not as he wishes they were.

He will make this work.

He knows he can, somehow.

That Avatar - Norm - was a great help. He owes him a lot. He’s the one who told him about human physiology and how Spider’s body works. It was probably the only interesting talk he’s had so far… So much better than all the fearful warnings he got from his father, Toruk Makto and even his mother. Neytiri was… her whole sort of weird. That woman is terrifying - poor Toruk Makto. But Norm was different. Norm was… trying. He was instructive. 

Aonung wants the evening to be perfect. 

He has spent hours preparing everything while Spider was held busy by his very supportive sister. When Lo’ak understands why Tsireya insisted they needed to weave twenty five new nets when most of the used nets seem to be perfectly fine, he might get angry. But that’s an ordeal for another day. Right now, his priority is to finish having things ready when Spider returns to his shack. He hopes the boy will not find him intruding or strange… He has no idea how to court a Sky Person. He knows Spider was born and raised among Na’vi but he still has his own things about him that Aonung can barely start to understand. 

It took Spider months to understand the young Na’vi was courting him at all. 

He accepted the gifts but with an expression that even Aonung translated as confused. It was only when Kiri told him that Spider had no idea Aonung was courting him at all that he decided to communicate with words and Aonung confessed that he was indeed interested in the tawtute. He thought it would finally settle everything down but then Spider rejected Aonung’s courtship and it hurt. Because Aonung wasn’t expecting to be rejected.

It could have ended right then and there but Aonung was not one to give up and he persisted. He liked this cute but fierce little tawtute and was determined to win him over. It took a moment but Spider eventually confessed his fears and Aonung did his best to reassure him. Yes, they were different species but he was sure they could make this work, somehow.

Then, his parents - and the Sullys - decided to step in and discourage him, arguing that he was going to hurt the little human with his large body and that this relationship had to stop before it even got started.

But Aonung doesn’t care. He knows he can make this work. He knows he can.

Which is why he finds himself currently preparing a pik’nik right in the middle of Spider’s shack, not really knowing if what he’s doing is the right thing at all.

The door of the shack suddenly depressurizes and the metal clicks.

A few seconds later, Spider’s voice rises into the windowless room.

“Hey Nung, Reya said you were looking for me… Why are you in the dark-”

He stops right at the threshold, his sentence finishing itself in the air. Aonung feels his heart beating in the back of his throat. His tail goes rigid behind him and his ears fall backwards. Spider is blinking at him with the most dumbfounded expression he has ever seen on his face, eyes wide, lips parted and Aonung does feel like a fool, his immense body knelt as it can in the middle of the room on a blanket that is already too small for him and that forces more than half of his body on the cold metal floor to leave enough space for the small human to fit. He tried to reproduce as best as he could the pictures Norm gave him but couldn’t find any candles like they had and he didn’t want to risk burning the whole place with a torch so he settled for bioluminescent plants that he put in jars instead. It doesn’t give that warm orange light, the plants basking the room in dim hues of pink and blue that reflect on the walls around them and the floor. He harvested Spider’s favorite human edible fruit and took some bread, vegetables and dippings that he arranged in bowls, as well as swamp nectar and prune juice.

For long seconds, Spider just stays there, watching the display in front of him, stunned and at a loss for words. It doesn’t help alleviate Aonung’s nervousness in the least.

“What… What is that?” Spider eventually asks.

Aonung’s ears flicker. Did he do something wrong? Did he miss something in his… reproduction of tawtute culture?

“It’s uhm… A… pik’nik,” he says, trying to pronounce the foreign word correctly.

Spider blinks, “Oh!”

“You know them, right?” Aonung presses, feeling more and more anxious that his idea completely missed the point.

“Only from Norm and Max’s stories. I never really… had one before…” His face takes on that adorable pink color Aonung loves so much, “But… why?” he asks and he sounds like he has no idea why Aonung went through all that trouble.

“For you,” Aonung explains.

“Me?” Spider repeats as if the concept of someone doing something like this for him is an impossibility.

“Yes, you. Please, come sit with me.”

Spider blinks and wobbles on his legs, joining Aonung on the blanket. He swallows. Aonung smiles. It’s one of the first times he can see Spider without his mask. What a beautiful sight. He takes a deep breath from his own mask. 

“Is that… swamp nectar?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get it?”

Aonung smirks, “I’m the Olo’eyktan son. It comes with privileges!” he says, sounding shamelessly smug and proud of himself.

Spider chuckles and his face flushes again.

They begin to eat, talking about their day. Spider is always shy at first but when Aonung starts speaking with him, he suddenly opens up and can no longer be stopped, going on and on and on about the fish they saw and the nets they weaved and how Lo’ak kept growling the whole time. Aonung smiles and chuckles, watching him. There are so many colors on him when he speaks. It’s like the words are dancing on his skin, each one of them a different emotion that lights him up in so many different shades. His own human bioluminescence. It’s fascinating.

Spider suddenly realizes that Aonung is staring at him intensely. He stops talking and frowns, looking self-conscious again.

“What?” he asks, pouting a little.

Aonung smirks, “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

Spider swallows, his Adam apple bobbing as he does. Aonung blinks at him. Slowly, he cups his face. His hand is so much bigger, it encircles his head completely. His heart starts beating faster. It’s the first time he can touch his beautiful face, the first time he finally has access to that masterpiece held behind a glass for so long. Gently, he swipes his thumb under Spider’s eye. The skin is so soft.

“Sevin,” he whispers.

Spider swallows again. His eyes are huge. His lips tremble. A breath passes through them, hitting Aonung’s hand with its warmth. He blinks at the tall Na’vi. Aonung bends down slowly toward him. Spider’s breath hitches through his nose and fills his lungs with too much air, making his throat tickle with the need to cough. 

Their lips touch for the very first time.

Aonung has already kissed his mask a few times already but nothing compares to this. Spider’s lips are warm and tiny against his. Aonung’s mouth takes almost all of Spider’s lower face and he adjusts his angle not to smother the human and free his nose, making Spider’s chuckle in the kiss. Yes, that size difference is really awkward. But Aounung wouldn’t change it for the rest of the world and laughs. Spider wraps his small arms around Aonung’s neck, his fingers digging into the thick curls. The Na’vi moans at the gentle contact. Slowly, he opens his mouth and pokes the tiny lips with the bit of his tongue, requesting entrance. Spider shakes against him but parts his lips nonetheless and Aonung touches the tip of a tiny tongue and it feels like a spark of electricity. His braid is heavy on his lap. From the corner of his eyes, he sees his Kuru open and the tendrils reach up, desperate to touch the tawtute. 

The kiss deepens. Spider’s hand cups Aonung’s face. Aonung strokes the soft skin of Spider’s cheek with the back of his fingers. The kiss is slow, careful. Aonung knows that he can’t push the fragile human and he doesn’t want to. This feels so nice, kissing him and touching him like this. Spider tastes like fruit and Swamp nectar. He’s delightful. 

They part. Spider gives him a shy smile and looks down. His lips are a bit swollen and pink. He looks adorable and so much more edible than any of the food on that blanket. Aonung keeps his hand on his face and kisses the tip of his nose gently, making Spider chuckle.

Their eyes meet.

They’re both breathing hard and deep.

Their bodies are hot, heart racing behind their rib cages.

Gently, Aonung lays a soft kiss on Spider’s cheek before diving into the warm crook of his neck. The human’s reaction is immediate. Goosebumps suddenly cover his skin and he moans loudly, tilting his head. Ok, so the neck is very sensitive for humans. Good to know! He gently sucks on the skin, mindful to keep his teeth away and not leave any mark. But that skin is so soft and tender.

“Nung!” Spider whines.

Aonung pulls away and returns to face him with a playful smirk.

“My cute little tawtute is sensitive!” he gently mocks.

Spider turns beet red again but looks down in haste.

“Spi?” Aonung asks, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he’s suddenly anxious - he did try to be as gentle as he could.

“What?! No! Of course not!”

Aonung relaxes at that.

“Then, what is it?”

He touches Spider’s cheek again, marveling at the softness of that skin he can never feel against his fingers. With his other hand, he takes his mask and breathes deeply in it, the intensity of the kiss having left him a little too dazed for his own good.

Spider shrugs, “Nothing… I just…” shyly, he looks up at the Na’vi, “I just like you, I guess…” he’s quick to look down again.

Aonung feels his heart miss a beat. Here, just the two of them in the confinement of this tawtute shack, in that strange colorful darkness, it feels so much more intimate than in the open of the sea. It fits them. It makes them belong.

“I like you too,” he says, “So much, Ma Spider.”

Spider nibbles his bottom lip, not looking at Aonung. He’s adorable. He smiles and bends down to kiss him again just as gently as the first time. He tastes fruit and swamp nectar again. His mouth is so warm and wet. He loves it. His fingers sink into Spider’s dreads, then on his shoulders, brushing against the blue painted patterns on his skin - he wonders if Spider will let him paint him. His hands find their way down Spider’s arms and onto his waist. The skin is so hard there. There are so many muscles. He’s really beautiful.

His ears fall backwards.

He can feel himself… react. But he won’t give his parents reason. He can control himself. He knows he can. Spider’s is more important than any heat. 

“Can I… see you?” he asks in a whisper.

Spider looks up in haste, “What?”

Aonung’s tail swipes nervously behind him, “Can I look at you… I really want to see you, Ma Spider.”

“I’m right here,” Spider babbles.

“Without your Tweng,” the Na’vi specifies with a smirk, “I want to touch you. All of you. If you allow me."

Spider’s eyes widen and he thinks he’s going to faint.

#miles spider socorro #aonung #aocorro #avatar the way of water #mylesime fics #spider socorro

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Spider having an Avatar

Am I the only one DESPISING this idea? I don't want Spider to become an Avatar. It would ruin his dynamic and the uniqueness of his character.

Anyone else?

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles socorro #avatar the way of water #avatar 3

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Remember me this way part 6 available!

I'm super happy to say that Part 6 of my Locorro story is now available:

It was a rollercoaster to write. I hope you'll like it :)

#mylesime fics #miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar the way of water #locorro #aonung #aonung x female OC

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I know it's not healthy and all but I really like the idea of the Sully siblings being very, very possessive of Spider with no boundaries at all because they're not humans and don't have the same behavior. So they're always glued to Spider, touch him all the time, groom him, kiss him, bite him to mark him as theirs. And Neteyam and Lo'ak are both like "You're ours, you know that?" And Spider knows he can't argue with that because he's used to it.

I've read a few fics with that dynamic and there's something about it that clicks. We never have any story with Neteyam and Lo'ak both sharing Spider. It's too bad.

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #locorro #nocorro #neteyam sully #avatar the way of water

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Remember me this way - preview part 6

She swallows and digs her teeth into her bottom lip, “Well… Maybe I do…” she mumbles.

He frowns, unsure he heard her well, “What?”

“Maybe I do!” she says more loudly, watching him defiantly, “Maybe I accept this… courtship!”

He sucks in a breath of shock.

“What?! No! No, no, no! You don’t! You really, really don’t! Listen to me. This is not a game-”

“-good because I’m not playing!”

“Courtship for Na’vi is extremely serious! This is a life bond. It’s permanent. You hear me?! It has NOTHING to do with human flirting. If you accept his courtship, you accept to become his mate. Do you understand?! You don’t WANT to screw up with that! We’d go straight into the biggest diplomatic incident! This could backfire on all the humans of the colonies! Aonung is a clan leader. And the Metkayina are very respected. Don’t fuck up with their leader.”

“I’m not stupid!”

“Are you sure? Cause from where I stand, you’re about to commit yourself FOREVER to a guy you met a month ago, who comes from another planet and who is as physically incompatible with you as incompatibility goes!”

“What if I am?!” she responds, her face and ears as red as a ripe tomato, “Besides, you’re the one getting over your head with this courtship thing! Aonung never said anything about courting or mates or bonds! Only you did! For all we know, it has nothing to do with that! It’s just you going crazy on your own!” he opens his mouth to argue but she stops him and continues, “And even if it is! Then so be it!”

“So be it?!”

“So be it!”

 “Are you for real?! I thought you were afraid of him?!”

“Yeah well… That was before… He’s kind of hot… In a weird… aquatic way…”

He blinks at her a few times, trying to make sense of the complete nonsense of the situation. She averts her gaze, feeling judged and uncertain. What’s happening is actually pretty clear. She's completely hormone crazed for the Na’vi. He’s not mad at her. He understands. He used to spawn massive boners whenever his brain summoned something blue. But this ensnarement prevents her from thinking straight and she fails to realize the mess she’s slowly getting herself in…

He takes a deep breath and joins his hands against his nose, trying to remain calm, “Myrce… I need you to take a moment and think, please. He’s got you under his spell, I get it. I’ve been there before. I know how beautiful they are. But whatever you think you’re feeling for Aonung, I assure you it’s not real. It’s just the excitement of novelty. It will wear off. For you and for him. So can you please pull all that blood that’s been rushing down to your genitals for the past weeks back into your brain?! It’s urgent it starts working again before you make the worst decision ever for the worst of reasons!"

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #locorro #aonung #mylesime fics #avatar the way of water #aonung x female human

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NSFW….

Thigh fucking?? Anyone can top and any Spider ship.

There you go :) I hope it'll be ok!

Pairing: Spider x Lo’ak

Warnings: very explicit smut, very explicit language, dominant Lo’ak, annoyed but sub Spider, obsessed Lo’ak, size difference, human/na’vi, some realism, pseudo secret relationship, slight cheating mentioned, thigh fucking, rimming, masturbation, hair pulling, power imbalance, mild body worship

“Lo’ak,” Spider whines, “We have to go back before they notice we’re gone!”

But Lo’ak isn’t listening. He’s already pressing Spider into the ground behind an abandoned marui at the far end of the village near the forest where no one never comes. Spider licks his lip, his knees digging into the rough sand, the grains marking their way into his flesh painfully. Large hands grip his waist, a mouth closes on his collarbone. A tongue laps hungrily at his skin, warm and raspy. 

“Lo…” Spider tries again, overwhelmed by his friend’s intensity.

The Na’vi ignores him.

When he’s like this, there’s no point arguing with him. Spider might as well make conversation with the sand… 

Long fingers start working hastily on his loincloths, losing patience as they fight with the tie. He just hopes Lo’ak won’t rip yet another. It’s becoming difficult to replace them without raising suspicion, the argument that he’s grown out of them growing cold on Norm. Plus, he’s pretty sure Neytiri is having thoughts of her own. She keeps sending those calculating stares at him, making him feel even more uncomfortable and unsafe in her presence than he usually does. 

Today won’t be the exception it seems as Lo’ak loses patience after a full minute of fight and forcefully opens the cloth, tearing it in half. Spider rolls his eyes. Yet another one…

The Na’vi stops to observe the human’s bare body. Spider hears him gasp as he takes into the whole of him, waiting on his knees and elbows, ass perfectly heart-shaped, his hole hidden in the patch of darkness offered by his slightly parted cheeks. Even though he can’t see him, he knows Lo’ak is probably ready to go, just seeing him like this. His obsession for Spider’s ass is bordering on unhealthy. 

The Na’vi’s large hands run on Spider’s muscled back before falling on his well defined ass cheek, one globe of flesh in each hand. They’re so big and warm on his skin. It makes Spider bite his lower lip and moan. 

The touch is gentle at first - oddly so (Lo’ak is not gentle - Spider knows this a bit too much, there’s not an ounce of patience in that big blue boy).

Suddenly, a controlled slap lands on his butt cheek, startling him. Lo’ak has learned to master his superior strength. But it still stings and Spider lets go of a moan of pain. The hand pats the growing redness on his cheek, soothing it. Lo’ak shuffles behind him and replaces his hand with the warm dampness of his mouth, kissing it before giving way to sharp teeth, sinking themselves into the soft and fragile flesh. He doesn’t bite hard enough to break skin but it still stings and Spider whines, wiggling his butt in the air to make Lo’ak’s teeth release their hold.

“Be good!” Lo’ak warns, slapping him again with a blunt palm, more to assert his authority than cause any actual pain.

Two large hands suddenly part his cheeks. A finger brushes against his virgin hole. Spider recoils immediately, unprepared to be touched.

“Damn,” Lo’ak mutters, “Why do you have to be so small… How am I even supposed to fuck you… I can’t even see any opening in there…” The finger touches him again but never enters, “Maybe I could train you…” The finger curls and the tip gently pressed into the rim.

“No!” Spider says, “You’re too big.”

“Just a finger!” Lo’ak tries to bargain.

“I said no! Your finger is the size of my dick.”

“What about your fingers then?”

“What?!” Spider asks, turning toward the Na’vi to look at him with a frown.

Lo’ak puts him back in place, “You could open yourself for me.”

“I’m not fingering my ass in front of you. Forget it.”

Lo’ak huffs, “You’re no fun.”

They’ve had this discussion dozens of times already. It’s not that Spider doesn’t want to have sex with Lo’ak. He does. Lo’ak is gorgeous. But contrary to him, Spider doesn’t live in fantasy land. He’s sufficiently informed to know the consequences of mating with a guy twice his size and taking a dick as big as his forearm in a hole as large as his pinkie. He tried to finger himself before. Never again. It was just too weird. Lo’ak doesn’t seem to get it. He seems to think Spider’s hole will magically stretch and seal itself back on demand. The guy clearly is deluded… 

“I’d let you fuck me, you know,” Lo’ak says, “If your dick wasn’t so small…”

“My dick is not small!”

“You said it yourself, it’s the size of my finger!”

“That’s because you’re a giant, skxawng! It’s all about perspectives! And that giant cock of yours stays away from my tiny butthole. I don’t want to end up gaping and shitting myself like an old man or being ripped open to my balls, thank you very much!”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes, “You’re so poetic bro!”

“You’re a bad influence!”

A large and raspy tongue suddenly touches his hole, making him yelp and quiver in surprise.

“Lo’!” Spider whines.

The Na’vi ignores him and keeps on licking him, the hard tip pushing into his hole and the sensation is so weird, Spider grimaces a little.

“Come on,” Lo’ak insists blowing against his hole, “I’ll be super gentle!”

“Aaaaaand…. That’s still a no! My ass is not open for business! Besides, why are you so obsessed with getting your dick in me? Don’t you want to preserve yourself for your future mate? I mean, what will Tsireya say when you bond with her and she sees all those times you’ve begged me to fuck my tawtute ass?!”

“Don’t talk about her now!” Lo’ak admonishes before licking Spider’s hole again, “I’m so hard for you, bro! What am I supposed to do with myself if I can’t put my dick anywhere inside you?!”

“Well, find something else! But leave my asshole alone!”

“You don’t even like my tongue?” Lo’ak asks, smiling playfully as he tickles Spider’s hole with his tongue again.

Spider bites his bottom lip, “Mmh…” he moans, as Lo’ak swirls his tongue a bit into him without forcing to pass the rim, “Your tongue does feel nice…” he admits.

Lo’ak’s smile widens, “See? I can be good and gentle with my tiny tawtute!”

Spider flushes at the pet name and size mention. He doesn’t like being babied and at the same time, there’s something about Lo’ak’s voice and the way he’s grabbing him that makes his dick twitch.

“You taste so good…” Lo’ak praises, “You’d be so warm inside… So soft… Eywa, I want to fuck you so bad…You have no idea…”

Lo’ak’s mouth suddenly retreats from his ass. The Na’vi presses his lower back into the ground, making him arch, and spreads his legs. Spider frowns, not really understanding what Lo’ak is doing, until something impossibly large and spiky slips its ways between his parted tights. The human gasps. Lo’ak adjusts his legs until the opening fits the bumps of his cock.

“Yeah… Stay just like that…” Lo’ak whispers in a hot, raspy voice, “Don’t move hì'i 'u…”

Lo’ak presses his hands on Spider’s waist and begins to fuck his thighs, his huge cock going back and forth on his soft skin. Spider moans. The bumps, ridges and spines scratching against his flesh and brushing right under his sensitive balls.

“Lo’...” he moans, letting himself sink into the sand.

Lo’ak spreads Spider’s butt cheeks again and Spider knows he’s staring at his hole.

“You feel my spines, yawntu?” Lo’ak asks, breathless, “They’re for you. They’re just for you.”

Spider gasps. Male Na’vi spines harden when they’re ready to mate… with their mate. It’s usually the sign they have reached full maturity and are ready to bond. The thought makes Spider dizzy.

Lo’ak’s hand trails up on Spider’s back and grabs a fistful of golden dreads. He pulls on it - still surprisingly mindful of his strength - as he keeps on fucking the human’s thighs and perineum.

Lo’ak uses his free hand to pull Spider on his knees, the human’s back pressed against his chest, his other hand still buried in Spider’s hair possessively. With their size difference, Lo’ak easily towers above the human and sees without effort his own cock appearing and disappearing from the human’s tights, the human’s cock bumping against his stomach, leaking.

“You’re hard too, yawntu… So hard… Touch yourself for me… I want to watch you come…”

Spider moans and does as told, wrapping his hand around his cock that he begins to stroke in fast, desperate gestures.

“Love your cock…” Lo’ak groans, “So pretty… Just like the rest of you…”

Lo’ak grabs the human’s waist with both of his immense hands as he keeps rocking behind him, the largeness of his cocks and the bumps and spines causing a bloody redness on Spider’s thighs where they’re repeatedly going through. He will need balm to soothe the growing irritation. 

Spider’s hand moves with jerky movements as Lo’ak’s blue one curls around Spider’s hip and stomach, pressing their bodies impossibly close.

“Come on baby…” Lo’ak encourages, “Let me see that pretty white stream…”

He lets both his huge hands reach toward Spider’s narrow pelvis, passing on the flexing abs on his stomach and buries his fingers into the damp heat of Spider’s pubic hair, gently circling the base of his cock, the tips of his long fingers brushing against his balls.

Spider lets his head rest completely on the Na’vi’s stomach, lips parted, eyes closed. There’s some fog on his mask from how hard he’s breathing.

He comes, spilling on his hands and stomach.

Lo’ak groans. His kuru bumps into Spider’s hip, the tendrils desperate to connect and attach themselves to something. He stares down again at his own purple cock slipping between Spider’s thighs, some of Spider’s seed dripping on him, coating his cock in the human’s warm cum he so desperately wants to taste.

It’s enough to send him over the edge and he follows, going rigid, his hands pressing hard into the human’s waist, his tail slapping his own back. He wants to bond, kiss and bite. But Spider is too small and his mouth closes on empty, his tendrils clenching around nothing.

He lets himself ride his orgasm for a few seconds, Spider’s small hands rubbing circles on Lo’ak’s much bigger thighs. They rest like this, in comfortable silence, enjoying this moment of peace before they have to return.

Lo’ak kisses the top of Spider’s head.

“Still, I’m sure I could train you to take my cock,” the Na’vi notes after a while.

“No.”

“You’re no fun…”

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #mylesime fics #locorro #avatar the way of water #spider x lo'ak #avatar smut

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I'm all for free shipping and letting people enjoy their controversial ships and tags... But how come we have so many more Spider/Quaritch E rated fics on AO3 and almost nothing for my bb Spider and Lo'ak?! Priorities, people! Priorities!

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar the way of water #locorro #miles quaritch

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I love this shot of them two. You can see how different they are and how much they belong to different species. The eyes <3 It's so cute :3

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #locorro #avatar the way of water

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Aonung X Spider - mating HC (complete crack HC)

I personally think that Spider has a semblance of knowledge about his body but was never given the talk per se (who's talking to that poor boy, honestly?)

I really love the idea of Jake being the worst for this kind of thing, like he has no idea how to do this and Spider is sitting waiting for Jake to speak and it's sooooo awkward

Norm would definitely prepare detailed slides for Spider and Aonung covering everything in different parts with very blunt part names, like "Part 1 - The human sphincter / Part 2 - The prostate and where to find it / Part 3 - The importance of lube and stretching" with lots of detailed schematics and legends and the slides are a mess to read because they've been annotated everywhere at least 4 times and then he arrives to the "what if" part, "So, in case of tearing..."

Spider is absolutely MORTIFIED, poor boy wants to DISAPPEAR...

But Aonung finds the whole thing FASCINATING and begins STUDYING human anatomy at length and Spider has NO IDEA what to do with himself

Jake tries to be sympathetic but it's so awkward because he's just so BAD at this

Then Ronal gets on with it by preparing special balms for Spider and Aonung's mating - balms to anesthetize Spider's butt or help relax his muscles

And Spider does not want to leave his shack anymore

Tonowari just pats his head like "yeah, sorry kid, I know, I know… My wife and herbs..."

Then Neytiri tries to give Spider her own version of the talk because she's trying really hard to play Mom but she's just awful at it too

Instead of reassuring him, she freaks him out completely because she has NO TACT whatsoever and depicts basically a horror story to him with the most emotionless voice ever

Basically EVERYONE wants to help them mate safely, it becomes the Village's number one priority

And it becomes a festival of Awkward

Bonus: people start making them tools to "help" Spider....

#miles spider socorro #avatar the way of water #aonung #aocorro

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Spider x Na'vi boys HC (SFW + NSFW)

Lo'ak - The passionate lover

Lo'ak tries to fight his attraction for Spider with Tsireya but fails spectacularly

He doesn't court him

Their relationship goes physical really, really fast - Lo'ak is not a romantic

He treats love like war - aggressive, impulsive and dedicated

He's obsessed with Spider's human body and Spider in general

He's dominant and extreme with a bit of a blood kink but he LOVES Spider so MUCH

He can't keep his hands off Spider - if he could, he'd spend his entire days fucking him

He only controls himself because Jake made it VERY clear that if he pushed Spider too much the consequences would be disastrous

His passion does have consequences on Spider's body but Spider barely ever says anything - even if he's hurt because he doesn't want to be a nuisance with his stupid human limits - until one day when he's reached all his limits and has to tell Norm that he needs help and Jake is FURIOUS at Lo'ak

They're together but they're not boyfriend material

Lo'ak calls him bro even during sex and it makes the whole thing kind of funny ("damn, bro, you feel so good, bro")

Their public display is extremely weird and confuses everyone

On one hand, Lo'ak's hands and lips are glued to the human - it's like he wants to mate with him on the sand (no, honestly, he can NEVER have enough of Spider's body, it's like a drug at that point) - and on the other hand, they have no romantic gestures or words for one another and treat each other like platonic besties, it's like "Bro" this and "Cuz" that - it makes Kiri roll her eyes at them all the time

But one day when someone asks Lo'ak when he's gonna start looking for a mate, Lo'ak is super confused and tells them he already has a mate and he looks at Spider who looks back at him like "Oh? So I do count?!" And Lo'ak realizes he never wants to be with anyone else than Spider

They mate in front of Eywa in the Forest to make it official

There, Lo'ak realizes that even though he can't make Tsaheylu with Spider, he can still connect his kuru to Spider's skin and feel him much more intimately

And he becomes obsessed with putting his kuru everywhere on (and inside ahem) Spider who isn't sure how he feels about his mate's new obsession

The night they mate in front of Eywa is the first time Lo'ak calls Spider with lover's names and is exceptionally slow and gentle, it's like he's discovering Spider's body for the first time ever and he worships him with everything he has

Spider is overwhelmed

Eywa blesses them that night

The next day, Spider can breathe the air without a mask

Lo'ak makes a stupid joke that it's thanks to the power of his dick

Spider rolls his eyes and laughs

Aonung - The persistent traditionalist

Aonung has no idea how he fell for that tawtute

But oh boy does he fall

It's probably the fierceness with which he defends his family

He's small and fragile looking but he has the spirit of a warrior and in spite of his appearance, he's very Na'vi

He bullies Kiri once and Spider puts him back in his place and Aonung is instantly smitten by his fire

He courts him in the very traditional sense of the Na'vi and Metkayina way

Spider is completely clueless at first and just thinks that Aonung is trying to bribe him or mock him or be weirdly nice

Lo'ak is the first to realize that Aonung is courting Spider and he's NOT happy about it (he's scared for his bro because Aonung is gigantic and Lo'ak knows how fragile human bodies are)

When Spider understands that Aonung is courting him, he's both completely shocked and freaked out, like he doesn't understand why AOUNUNG is courting him? A stupid human? And also... Aonung is male right? And male Na'vi... well... He's freaked out.

Jake is double freaked out (he's a former human and a marine and he knows that sex between males is... a struggle... so with a male Na'vi who is three times the size of his adopted son? Absolutely never!)

The adults try to end the courting and talk Aonung out of it

Aonung is completely clueless and doesn't understand the problem of him courting a tawtute, that's his choice so why is it so bad?

Completely out of nowhere, Neytiri yells that it's because Aonung is too big between his legs and the BIGGEST, most AWKWARD silence ensues

Aonung is determined to prove them wrong

He sets up a cute date with Spider at his shack

They have sex for the first time there and it's very, very sweet and gentle

Spider is ashamed of his body and tries to hide

But Aonung finds him magnificent and worships his body with his mouth for hours

They do have a talk about their future and what Spider can and cannot do as a human

Aonung is a passionate and selfless lover, he only wants to please Spider and make him feel good, he doesn't really care about his own body and needs

The first time they mate for real with Spider on the receiving end (because Spider is too small to top, Aonung's muscles are too powerful for him), it's a huge struggle for Spider and Aonung is completely freaked out, understanding that this kind of thing can only happen in extremely rare and very well prepared occasions

They both know their differences will bring difficulties and frustrations but they are determined to make it work and Aonung will back off at nothing - Spider is his mate

Rotxo- The gentle idealist

Of all the Na'vi boys, Rotxo is the most gentle and most tender

He falls in love with Spider naturally

Their relationship is the easiest one and the least physical one

They are intimate but it's not the core of their relationship

Rotxo is very mindful of his size difference and how dangerous he can be for Spider if he's not careful

He never wants to hurt him

They are domestic at heart

They complete and bring peace to one another

Neteyam (if he lived) - The broken repressed lover (thanks Neytiri) - DARK HC

Spider is the first person he fell in love with as a kid

Their relationship was very cute at first and they were very close

Until Neytiri started to push Neteyam away from Spider

She put anti human thoughts in his head and he began to see Spider as a demon and keep away from him

But his feelings for him never went away

His love grew but got poisoned with racial views and slowly mingled with hatred and self-disgust up to the point of no return

He wants Spider more than anything but he hates himself for wanting him so much

He's the perfect son, the perfect warrior, the perfect Na'vi

He's Neytiri's Golden Boy

But there's something dark inside him that festers with the years and Jake is the only one to see that something's wrong with his son - the perfect boy

Neteyam starts courting a Metkaynia but Jake sees that it's only for show and asks himself questions because there's something in his son's eyes he doesn't like - a strange glimmer - something fake

Neteyam only wants Spider and Spider, well, he loved Neteyam back as a child and was very hurt when his friend pushed away from him

Neteyam doesn't court Spider, he won't lower himself to court a tawtute

He just takes him and Spider lets himself be taken - it's kind of dubcon really and not a very pleasant moment for Spider (Neteyam makes 0 effort to be gentle for poor Spider's body)

He's a dark, dominant, abusive and sadistic lover - bordering on cruel, the perfect contrast to his public persona

Their relationship is toxic and horribly unhealthy

Neteyam thrives on hurting and humiliating Spider - he has a blood kink and enjoys telling Spider how pathetic he looks (even though he finds him so very beautiful - but he will never tell him that)

Their mating is violent and very dangerous for Spider

And since Spider hates himself for being human and for being unworthy of Neteyam, he takes all the pain and the humiliation Neteyam throws his way because he's convinced that's all he deserves - plus, Neteyam is paying attention to him so he'll take everything even if he ends up with his body destroyed for weeks

He has moments where he's sweet and gentle and it's very confusing for Spider

In those rare moments he's the Neteyam he would have been if Neytiri hadn't destroyed his mind with her anti human views - it's actually kind of sad

Spider cherishes those rare kisses and gentles touches

When Neteyam offers him a smile or a word of love, it makes him cry because he knows the moment will pass as soon as it came and he will be alone with the monster again

Ironically enough, the first person to see the bruises and the red spot on Spider's loincloth is Neytiri but she never really has the courage to investigate

The relationship ends badly - either Spider is stuck in a toxic relationship where he's basically a toy without any life of free will or Neteyam's sadistic folly takes over him and he kills this unwanted lover (honestly it can go really, really dark)

It's very possible he also ends his life with Spider (like an insane lover's suicide where he kills them both in a creepy romantic fashion) or right after killing him

When Jake and Neytiri finally realize how crazy Neteyam truly was and how horribly he treated Spider, let's just say that it's a shock...

Lo'ak and Kiri never forgive him

Neytiri questions herself and her education

So does Jake

Bonus: the only one who "knew" is Aonung (they had a quick fling before Aonung understands how insane the Sully's eldest son is and flees for his life) and when Aonung sees the cruelty with which he treats the human, he's appalled and instantly turned off - and he develops a sort of a sad crush for the poor human (honestly, that's a very awkward threesome)

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #aonung #locorro #nocorro #aocorro #avatar rotxo #avatar the way of water

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If you have any request for smut Spider/Lo'ak, Spider/Aonung, Spider/any male Na'vi or male Na'vi/human Na'vi, feel free to drop them. I have too many ideas but only unfinished drafts.

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar the way of water #locorro #aonung #nocorro #neteyam sully #mylesime fics

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Crazy Spider origin HC

So, we all know Kiri is like probably Eywa's kid, right.

BUT!

What if she was the reincarnation of Eywa herself, the Goddess of Light and Life. And Spider is the reincarnation of her long lost twin brother, Jergal, the God of Death and Destruction.

Everyone remembers Eywa but they all forgot Jergal

And yet Jergal is equally important and even more powerful that his twin sister

The first to make the connection is Mo'At

Spider, a lonely human child who was able to survive all those years in the Pandorian forest... it doesn't make any sense

And slowly, she puts two and two together and finds old drawing of the God of Death and she understands

But Jergal hasn't been forgotten by them all and is actually still worshipped by the Ash Clan and Arctic Na'vi and they want their God and maker to return

In the meantime, Spider starts developping powers he doesn't understands and he has... visions of a strange man with golden skin, raven wings and black horns

Honestly, God!Spider could have so much potential! Add a bit of Nocorro, Locorro or Aocorro in the mix and you have the perfect deal!

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar the way of water #locorro #nocorro #kiri sully #ash clan #miles socorro #spider socorro #spider sully

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Remember me this way part 5 preview

More angst, the plot slowly unveils...

If not for Myrcella, he would simply stop going altogether. But he doesn’t want to leave her alone. If there’s one thing impossible to miss, it’s the strange exchanges between Myrcella and the Metkaynia clan leader. The way Aonung looks at her… Like she’s some sort of alien curiosity he’s thirsting after for all the wrong reasons of exotic attraction. He doesn’t like it. He saw him carry her twice already and her tiny - dreadfully fragile - body, and it made him feel uneasy. He always seems to be where Miles can’t, or coming too late. He doesn’t like it either.

Today was no exception and he was this close to intervene.

He knows Myrcella hates water.

She’s terrified of it. And unfortunately for them, there was a body of water to cross to get to the other side. Not much. But deep enough for the humans to have their bodies sunk to the hips - waist for her. They all cross. The humans waded their way through. The Na’vis barely had to take a wider step. But Myrcella stayed there, right at the edge of the small stream, frozen in herself.

They all chatter to each other, reaching to the part they want to excavate. An uncharted territory of bones protruding from the muddy dirt. Acres of them, lost in time and on sight. They’re all excited. The first fossils they extracted had a seventy four percent match to animals found on Pandora, a tangible proof that the two planets used to share common life and common living conditions.

Myrcella hasn’t moved. She’s still there, paralyzed in front of the water.

He frowns and goes to step forward and help her but the big teal-colored skinned Na’vi was faster. He stops right at the other side of the stream and tilts his head, his ears flickering in confusion. Miles understands how strange it must be for a Metkaynia to be scared of water.

“Help?” he simply asks.

She stares at him with her huge purple eyes and blinks a couple of times, lost in his gaze. Miles takes a deep breath. He knows. He’s been there before. Those eyes… Those patterns… Whether blue or amber, it’s the same lure. The same ruse that got him trapped all those years ago and cost him half his body and all his self-esteem. And judging by the trance Myrcella looks to be locked in, the trap is about to close up on her very soon.

“Uhm…” she hums, nibbling her bottom lip nervously.

He opens his enormous hands for her and she nods, the pale skin of her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. Gently, he bends to grab her tiny frame and carries her on his hip like a grown up would a small child. The comparison makes Miles grit his teeth in repressed anger. Those hands are too big on her body. He knows the damage they can make. 

Getting her to the other side only takes him a couple of seconds but the deed is already done. She’s breathing deep, her small hand shaking on his large shoulder, her eyes wide open on him. She’s entranced. And Aonung’s eyes don’t leave hers as he sets her down gracefully. The world seems to be made of only the two of them. The thought makes Miles frown. From the corner of his eye, he sees Lo’ak staring at the pair with a similar expression of dread. Their eyes meet briefly and, without words, they both know the other thinks the same.

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #locorro #mylesime fics #avatar the way of water #aonung

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Courting Spider

Pairing: Spider x Na'vi Male OC

Masterlist AO3

Summary: It's time that someone takes care of Spider for once. Zhali is up for the task.

Warnings: aged up Spider/Sully kids, explicit, MDNI, male x male, size difference, Na'vi x human pairing, oral, insecurities, angst, trauma, injury, blood, perfectionism, Spider just needs to be loved, etc.

A/N: Wow, this took a while but it is finally here. Not too confident with some of the writing style for ths one but hopefully it still makes sense.

“What about the back panel?” 

“Useless.” Zhali quickly interjects, weaving the soft fabric together with practiced precision. Lo’ak huffs slightly, titling his head as he watches the male work on the small piece of clothing. 

“He’s not going to wear it with his ass out, brother.” 

Zhali rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath. He will never understand the Sky Demon’s obsession with modesty. Clothing should allow one to move freely and if it shifts from one way to the other, so what? Who would truly notice, anyways?

Well, he supposes, were it Spider he himself would notice. 

And suddenly all that Zhali can think about is getting a glimpse of the little Tawtute’s bum, just another peek at that beautifully soft and squishing form of his. As tempting as the idea is, however, it does have him editing his original claim. If he has interest in seeing that sculpted ass, surely other Na’vi or even Sky Demons could have the same intentions.

He decides to weave together a back panel after all. Besides, once the small Sky Demon has been courted and agrees to mate with him, it may be more rewarding to have that area of his mate revealed to his eyes only. That thought has the slightest curve of a smile lacing his lips. 

Lo’ak, as always, is one to notice the shift in demeanor, but he pays the other male no mind. After all, there would have been no chance of executing this courting properly without Lo’ak’s insights. Zhali thanks the Great Mother that he has close enough ties with someone Spider considers his best friend. Otherwise, how else would he know how to make a loincloth for the boy in the first place? Or not to leave dead kills at the outpost’s front entrance as a courting gift?

Lo’ak’s information is irreplaceable. It’s hard enough to wrap his mind around the different customs and concerns of a small tawtute, let alone court one without any insight in the first place. 

Although it may seem unconventional to some Na’vi, opinions that he has heard personally from some friends and family, Zhali knows that there is no one else for him besides Spider. 

He can still recall the spark of interest that had been there during their adolescence, watching the small boy with golden hair saunter across the forest confidently. He had moved with a grace and agility that Zhali had never witnessed from a Tawtute. Back then, his small crush was poorly nourished as his parents tried their hardest to keep him from spending too much time around Sky Demons. Searching to become a warrior and clan member that would make his parents proud, Zhali had refrained from stepping out of bounds. 

There were small moments he had caught with the so-called monkey boy, but it was always in the presence of others. 

The night of Spider’s capture had been a core memory for Zhali. He recalls it as the night he truly began his path to adulthood. Regret and dread had laced his gut as he realized his own cowardice had broken any real chance at connecting with the other male. It shifted his perspective, pushing him forward until he had made himself a promise that night. 

Never again would he let criticism and judgment keep him from following his heart’s desires. 

It was only the direct command and even surveillance from the new Olo’eyktan that had kept him from storming Hell’s gate as a one man army. 

Those years apart had been painful, but they had shaped him into the man he is today, the man he needed to become. There had been slight relief that came from hearing of Spider reuniting with the Sully family across the sea. However, he could never erase the sting of missed opportunity.

Following the footsteps of his father and other warriors, Zhali had channeled this pressing emotion into his training. The sun would barely be upon the horizon before Zhali began his daily grind. He had excelled in every aspect that a young warrior could, spending extra hours training alone with only the glowing light of eclipse for aiding sight. When he had pushed himself in every aspect of hunting, fighting, and gathering possible he had moved on to homemaking skills. 

Now, sitting here with only a few months of weaving underneath his fingertips, he’s proud to find the garment an attractive item thus far. A surprising fact considering how his discipline and attention has slipped upon the Sully family’s return. Or rather, Spider’s return. 

Seeing the small tawtute advance from behind the Sully family, hair somehow turned a lighter shade of gold and arm adorned with shelled jewelry, Zhali had felt like a child once more. The Great Mother had been kind to him, advancing his form into that of a true muscled warrior and adorning him with skills that were far beyond anything the could’ve dreamed about at fifteen, but none of that seemed to matter when faced with Spider once more. His stomach had tightened into a million different knots, tail swinging and ears flickering desperately as he took in the beautiful male before him. 

Although taken aback and slightly nervous, something he would never admit, Zhali had expressed these emotions in the best way he knew how; hard work. The family had only been home for little more than a moon cycle but the male’s courting plans were already underway. His consultation with Lo’ak had informed him that the beautiful tawtute was in fact still unmated. He figured that the Metkayina Na’vi knew nothing of real value placed in their laps if they had somehow managed to miss courting such an exquisite creature. 

Nevertheless, he is grateful for their insolence. 

The yearnings of his heart have never ceased and Zhali would have his soul taken up to Eywa before he’d let this chance slip away again. 

“You’re sure about this color?” He murmurs, concentrating on the intricate trim to lace the sides. Next to him Lo’ak lounges along the marui floor with one leg propped as he bites into the delicious fruit he missed oh so much. Golden eyes flicker over to the intricate pattern of green material, different shades popping out in precise patterns. 

“Well he did complain about there not being enough green on Awalatuu.” 

“I asked you what his favorite color was.” Zhali huffs out, finally letting the unfinished garment rest on his lap. Lo’ak hardly flinches under the glare he receives, simply shrugging his shoulders before continuing to eat. 

“I know. Figure it must be green if he complained about its absence so much.”

It’s not fair to bite back at the hand that feeds him. Zhali knows this. He repeats it in his head over and over again. If there is one thing that he has learned about Spider it’s that no one treats the poor boy the way he deserves. Lo’ak and Kiri are the closest things that the small human has to friends, but even they have other parts of their lives that pull their attention away from him. There are always other obligations and personal problems that come first before Spider and to Zhali’s dismay, the boy accepts it. 

Being left in the shadows is something that has become natural to Spider in his life. The Sully family takes him in, but never with the attitude of treating him like their very own. The scientists at the lab have watched over him since he was a child but not one of them was truly a parent. They too, have their own worries and concerns. Most are too focused on their own research and work to really prioritize raising a child. 

That familiar lingering of guilt resurfaces when Zhali remembers that he too let Spider remain hostage with those Demons for months on end, not one rescue party sent after him. 

It’s a fact that haunts him to this day, but he vows to leave all those mistakes behind. Spider will be safe and taken care of in his arms, by his side and treated with the love and respect that he deserves. For the first time in the boy’s life, he will know what it means to be someone’s first priority. 

Spider can still feel Neteyam’s curious glances thrown his way as they walk silently back to the human outpost. With the small bundle of fine fabric carefully clasped in his hands, it feels like a small eternity before the human boy can comprehend the turn of events. Upon his return to the Omatikaya clan Spider had assumed that most outside of a few humans from the lab outpost would remember him, let alone receive a courting gift from one of the clan’s finest Na’vi males. 

Is that what this is? A courting gift?

Although, Zhali had used all the proper words one would upon extending a courting gift and beaming at Spider’s acceptance, it’s still difficult to be one hundred percent certain that is what had occurred. The ogling he had done over the garment in front Zhali had been taken in with a smile bursting of pride that seared into Spider’s countenance. The blush that erupted over his tan skin wasn’t even comprehensible until the heat was enough to have him sweating underneath the glass of his mask. 

Looking back, Spiders knows that his gratitude had been little more a stumbling of thank you’s and rambled thoughts that hardly finished into full sentences. It didn’t seem to matter, however, as Zhali had left the pair with a stride that made him look as if he was walking on clouds. Truthfully, Spider often makes that comparison when watching the male prance along the forest with ease. He wouldn’t necessarily call it ogling….just keen observations that he can’t help but make. 

Neteyam had been almost entirely silent during the exchange and when Zhali had broken away, his only comment had been something about the smooth fabric being made of rare materials only present in the Hallelujah mountains. Spider had done nothing more than nod in response. Now, meeting up with Lo’ak once more, Neteyam jumps in to relay the scene to his younger brother. Lo’ak simply smirks and shoots Spider a wink. 

It punches through his blood and once again Spider finds sweat gathering at the edges of his mask. He knows his friend better than he would like to at times, so he knows that looks like that always come with a reason from Lo’ak. He seems neither surprised nor reluctant to let that signature smirk show. 

Perhaps it isn’t in his head after all. 

A courting gift for him. 

Made specifically for him. 

It’s disheartening when Spider realizes that he never expected to receive one of these. 

He makes an excuse about needing rest in order to get away from the Sully brothers as soon as possible. Once back inside the common area of the outpost, he flings the sweat mask off of his face and to the side carelessly. 

“Spider.” Norm sighs from his work station. No words are needed to show that he does not approve of the boy’s disregard of the equipment. 

“Busy.” Spider rushes out before practically sprinting to his room. That is if it can be called a room. It’s a corner of the outpost that Spider had managed to claim for himself with old drapes hung up messily for privacy and a hammock strung up that he had made himself. His greatest and most rare possession however was a floor length mirror. Spider had gone through Hell and back in order to get it here. And by Hell, he meant literal Hell’s Gate where the RDA had left their fancy gear behind the first time. 

He rushes to throw the bag of fruit to the side and shuffles himself over onto the bed. The soft cloth is unfolded as if he is about to handle the rarest of Pandora’s diamonds and to Spider it might as well be.  Perhaps even more valuable considering the rarity. 

The fabric slipped along his fingers like the sway of a rushing river, a smooth effortless motion. His own grimy hands caked with dirt and a hint of blood from rough housing with Neteyam look horrifying next to the carefully crafted garment. In fact, it’s enough to have Spider setting the piece to the side and rushing to the bathroom so he can wash his hands. It would be a shame to ruin the loincloth so quickly simply because of his bad hygiene. 

Stomping past Norm and the other lounging scientists he tries to ignore him. 

“Kid, what have I told you about leaving your mask on the ground?” Norm huffs but Spider is already closing the door to the cramped bathroom.

He may have been a teenager when he was captured by the RDA but now has come into full adulthood. Something Norm seems to have a hard time understanding. Spider doesn’t care how much water he hogs in order to get every speck of dirt and grime from his hands. He only leaves the cramped bathroom when his skin is scrubbed raw and red. 

Leaning back against the woven hammock he allows himself the proper time to just admire the details of his new gift. It’s a beautiful emerald green with precise stitching that works to outline patterns of leaves and greenery. Under the harsh light of the outpost bulbs, the boy admires the way the thread glimmers with the shift of light. He thanks Eywa that it has a back panel. It may be something he is used to seeing with Na’vi but Spider can not imagine having his own ass hanging out of his loincloth, especially without a tail for it to wrap around. 

Once he finally wrangles up the courage to try on the loincloth he is amazed to see how perfectly it fits. The fabric is like silk against his rough skin. Or at least what he remembers silk to feel like from that one time another scientist let him touch her silk pillowcase. The band is woven of various colored threads and twine that come together to create criss cross patterns. His fingers brush them softly in a silent reverence. 

Spider looks at the mirror and allows himself to drink in the sight. Most days, the boy uses the mirror to simply swat at his dreadlock hair or repaint the blue stripes on his skin, but never can he remember a time that he uses it to admire himself. To look at his appearance head on and feel something more than indifference or longing to be a version of himself that is blue and a few feet taller. 

Being a human is something that Spider has learned to make peace with, but that doesn’t mean he particularly likes the look of himself. The blue stripes help slightly to cover the extra squish of his body that is normally nonexistent across Na’vi stomachs. With the beautiful garment now fitted perfectly to his hips, Spider notices for the first time how good a color besides blue looks on him. 

The heap of leather that is his usual loincloth seems like nothing more than a discarded washcloth now. Jake had been the one to show him how to weather the material and fashion it into clothing but from there the job had been his own to update the garment in stride with his growth spurts. 

The loincloth is so  clean and pristine in comparison to the rest of Spider’s appearance that for a moment he considers putting it away for safekeeping. What would happen if he tore a hole in it or got dirt rubbed into the careful stitching? It’s too beautiful to take the risk. 

However, when his fingers start to undo the carefully tied knots at the sides, he catches another glance of himself in the mirror and he hesitates. It looks so much better than before. He looks so much better than before. Maybe it has nothing to do with the loincloth’s quality at all. Perhaps it’s the careful thought and effort put into such an extraordinary gift. A thought for him. Just him and only him. 

One simple reminder that someone thinks he is worthy of nice things. 

Spider allows himself the privilege of wearing this reminder throughout the day. 

Zhali does not have many opportunities to spend time with Spider, especially without the company of others. Most nights he only gets to share a few sentence exchanges with the boy before either him or Spider is pulled away by their responsibilities or nagging friends. It doesn’t kill his spirits, however, not when he notices how beautiful the tawtute looks wearing his courting gift. Pride swells to the size of a balloon in his chest upon seeing how perfect the fit is. This feeling only inflates to new bounds when he sees Spider wear the garment every day without fail. 

Having been entrusted with leading one of the hunting parties on a daily basis, Zhali finds himself daydreaming about the male between patrols and petting down the direhorse. The other Na’vi in the crew do not fail to notice his shift in demeanor. Although some of them spread rumors that it has to do with Zhali’s unbridled affection for a certain golden haired tawtute, no one goes out of their way too complain. Controversial or not, Zhali is more forgiving of their mistakes when he is in high spirits. It matters not that it comes from a small Sky Demon. 

Lo’ak continues to assist Zhali in preparing another gift for Spider. This time they settle on weaving together a simple but stunning armband. Surprisingly this requires more experience and skill than the loincloth but he has never been one to back away from the struggle that comes from picking up a new trade. Zhali’s fingers work tirelessly as Lo’ak chatters on about the Metkayina clan and what adventures he missed. 

Later that night Zhali listens to the encroaching thunder that rumbles in the distance. Even his direhorse hesitates in his stride but he urges him forward. There is less than an hour left of his patrol and then he will return to his carefully crafted hut to get some much needed rest. However, now the sound of thunder and lightning is becoming more pressing and the male becomes less and less sure of how soon that sleep will come. 

It comes as no surprise when the first drops of rain quickly picks up into a full downpour. Lo’ak grumbles next to him, but Zhali ignores the other male’s mumbled curses and directs them to split up so more ground can be covered. They might as well check up on the family huts and make sure everyone has the sufficient coverings and supplies needed for the storm.  

It’s when he’s wading through the heavy greenery and wiping water from his eyes that Zhali catches sight of something peculiar. He follows the movement of bushes slowly, urging the direhorse to tread carefully. With the blanket of falling rain it’s difficult to identify the small creature wading through the greenery. Judging by the amount of rustle it creates, Zhali concludes that the creature must be either injured or panicking in the storm. He urges the horse to prowl closer as the rain pelts against his back mercilessly. 

It becomes near impossible to see anything in the thick greenery but there is a series of snapping branches and he watches as the beast comes tumbling down the hill. It rolls and crashes along the greenery before finally hitting the bottom of a tree trunk with a grunt. Through the thick sheet of rain, Zhali finally catches a glimpse of golden hair flying in the wind.

Spider!

He’s off the direhorse within a heartbeat and racking through the thick leaves moments later. Spider is sprawled out on the muddy ground, limbs stretched in every direction. The boy blinks, seemingly trying to comprehend the turn of events. 

“Spider.” Unintentionally Zhali words come out as a hiss. The Na’vi searches over the boy’s body frantically to see if there are any fatal wounds. With limited light it’s difficult to fully see where the sources of blood are so he shifts to use his fingertips to feel for wounds. Spider simply groans and stares up at him through slitted eyes as Zhali weaves through his hair in search of a head injury. He prays to the Great Mother that he won’t find one. 

The Sky Demon’s small body is covered in mud and littered with a plethora of bruises and bleeding scrapes. Luckily, none of these injuries appear to be more serious than the deeper cut over his shoulder. It will require bandaging and a series of healing ointments to prevent infection. Zhali is already running through the list of healing procedures he plans to execute on the boy when Spider’s voice finally breaks him out of the trance. 

“Hey.” Spider speaks in a gravelly hushed tone. “I-I’m ok.” He goes to sit up but a large blue hand covering half of his chest, gently pushes him back down. “Sorry I just lost my grip….got a little disoriented but…yeah sorry.” 

“You’re bleeding.” Zhali says bluntly. 

Spider looks down to see a smear of red painting his shoulder. Zhali watches his reaction with perked ears and pointed tail on alert but Spider simply knits his brows together and shrugs. However, the small being is unable to hide the grimace that flashes across his features. It has become a real effort on Zhali’s part to learn the ways of reading human expression, especially ones covered by those ridiculous masks. It can be incredibly frustrating trying to read one’s reaction without a flickering tail or ears to give away the boy’s state. 

“Oh shit, yeah, I guess I am. It’s ok…the outpost has a first aid kit so…” 

It’s then Zhali’s turn to scrunch his features in confusion. 

A first aid kit? Is that another one of those Sky Demon inventions those scientists are so fond of? Once Zhali had snuck down with Lo’ak and Neteyam when they were teens to the outpost and he had caught sight of things beyond his wildest imagination…or rather wildest horrors. He had watched as giant trunk shaped contraption fold around a human before sucking him into the wall. Lo’ak and Neteyam had later explained that these were the devices used by the Avatars to dream walk. Zhali could never erase how similar it had looked to the coffins that Jake had once described, the constricting box made to bury dead bodies. 

Would they put Spider in there too? Or something else? Perhaps this first aid kit would be even worse. 

No. He would not be returning to the outpost for those horrors. Zhali is more than capable of patching up the injuries and giving Spider the care he truly deserves. 

“No need, come. I will take you home.” Zhali says while carefully helping the boy to finally sit up. Spider’s lips purse for a moment as if he is about to say something but he must have read that wrong because it disappears just as quickly as it came and the small tawtute remains silent. 

It is, however, when Zhali easily lifts the male into his arms that Spider strings together a nervous onslaught of objections. 

“Oh woah, hey it’s ok. I can walk. I-I’m not really that hurt-”

Lightning strikes across the night sky. Thunder is quick to follow and by the sounds of deep rumbling, Zhali is confident that the storm is only about to get worse. Spider squeaks when he is easily lifted onto the direhorse without response. The other male makes quick work of sliding in behind him and reconnecting tsaheylu before the direhorse becomes too freaked out by the tawtute’s presence. It’s almost second nature to slip his forearms securely around Spider’s waist, keeping him safely atop the creature. 

He can feel the boy shiver in his embrace, but it’s difficult to tell whether it is from his touch or the relentless onslaught of rain.

“Thanks.” Spider’s mumble barely rings audible over the storm’s fury. The small sound still manages to bring a smile to Zhali’s face as he nods back in recognition and they begin their journey back towards the village. 

Despite the fact that Spider is conscious and not nearly as injured as he could’ve been, he is anxious to get the human to the healer’s tent as soon as possible. This urgency only increases when he can physically feel the boy’s body shaking like a leaf in the wind. His arm tightens around the small male, hoping to let some of his own natural body heat transfer over to him. It’s disconcerting to see how easily a little tawtute can be affected by the elements. It  serves as another reminder of how fragile the pretty boy truly is. It’s easy to forget at times when Spider is swinging from branches like a monkey, but now all he can see in his mind’s eyes is the replay of his small body tumbling down the steep decline helplessly. 

It’s then that Zhalie remembers the cloak he has packed away by the saddle. He manages to wrap the thick fabric around both of them. It covers Spider completely and to the male’s delight he finds that the human curls up against his warm chest. He’s satisfied to find that this solution keeps the pelting rain from attacking Spider any further. 

Zhali is made for these types of elements but he can only imagine how Spider’s small fragile body could be reacting to such harsh conditions. He makes a mental note to learn more about human anatomy in the coming days. Perhaps Lo’ak could arrange some sort of meeting with one of the remaining medical Sky Demons at the outpost. He hates the smell of chemicals and sterilized metal there but it would be preferable to the real feeling of inadequacy he has now. 

To his horror Zhali finds that the pathway to Tshaik’s tents has already eroded into a rushing stream and the tent itself is completely abandoned. He checks in with the Olo’eyktan over the throat comm and comes to find that Mo’at has fled to higher ground with the injured and sick to wait out the storm. With Spider barely conscious in his curled up position against him, Zhali decides that the only logical course of action is to bring the boy back to his kelku for the night. 

No matter, there are sure to be enough supplies at his home to patch Spider up and take care of him before the condition gets worse. 

Or at least, that is what he mentally assures himself over and over again until they reach the trunk of his kelku. 

Zhali is forced to let Spider crawl up the trunk himself as the tawtute is less than willing to let himself be carried again. He considers overriding this decision but he figures it’s already lucky enough that the blonde hasn’t insisted on being dropped off at the outpost instead. He takes the tender mercy in stride and makes sure to be below the boy in case he manage to slip, constantly ready to catch him if needs be. 

Zhali is in full action mode as he goes about efficiently securing the waterproof drapes. Spider hangs back, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Once the task is finished he turns around to find the boy’s arms wrapped around himself, seemingly curling up in on himself as trembles still wrack his body. It is such stark contrast to the usual confident and sassy demeanor that Spider upholds. Whether it is from the cold or the slightly traumatic situation, Zhali vows to coax the boy into being at ease as soon as possible. 

“I-it’s nice.” Spider manages to mumble out before audibly clearing his throat. Those hazel eyes roam over the darkened room as Zhali makes quick work of building a small fire and setting a pot of water over to warm. His own eyes stray from the fire to recall what state his kelku has been left in. Luckily, he has always had a knack for organization and creating a cozy environment in his home. Still, there is no saying what a Sky Person considers to be cozy when it comes to decor. He prays to Eywa that Spider’s preferences are not aligned with that of the suffocating and hard steel in the human outpost. 

“Thank you.” 

Spider tries to hide the wince that graces his features when he rolls his shoulder, but even in the dim glow of a fire, Zhali can clearly see the distress.

“Come. You are bleeding.” He motions Spider forward and luckily the boy does not protest.

Spider does, however, hesitate as those hazel eyes scan over the empty span thoughtfully. Zhali starts to think something is wrong but then it dawns on him. The boy’s body is speckled with mud and blood. Spider seems all too aware of this as he carefully squats over the clean woven floor. 

Of course this must be just Spider’s way of trying to be a polite guest while in his home, but it frustrates Zhali more than he expects. The beautiful human squats over the woven material as if he is unworthy to touch it. This behavior extends to all aspects of their encounter in the space as Spider is more than cautious to let himself enjoy any of the comforting ambience that Zhali has created in the space. He creeps into the area like an intruder, waiting to be shooed away. 

And it breaks Zhali’s heart. It shatters him to pieces to think that Spider would ever act in such a way when his presence alone is something to be celebrated. It’s borderline disappointing to think that Zhali has spent all this time over the past few weeks slowly preparing his kelku to become a welcoming place that Spider would be enticed to call his own someday, just for the boy to shy away from associating with it. 

“Sit.” Zhali puts a little more intensity behind the words than intended. He mentally curses at himself when Spider flinches in response but the human is already setting himself down gently. 

“The bleeding isn’t that bad.” Spider claims, but how would he know when the injury stretches across his right shoulder blade? 

Zhali goes to see for himself, reaching his enormously large hands towards the small creature, but then he pauses. 

“May I check?”

He idly notices that Spider’s breathing is no longer fogging up the glass of his mask? Has he stopped breathing? Was there something wrong with it? Oh Eywa, how does one fix that little thing if there is?

“Yeah.” 

The response is more of a puff of air than real words. Zhali allows himself to breathe now. 

Settling behind Spider feels natural and oddly comforting. He enjoys the way his body is haunched over the small blonde, as if he could create a Na’vi shield over the boy if any danger were to arise. The idea strokes his male pride for a moment until he remembers that he failed to shield Spider earlier. When…when he…

“How did this happen?”

“Well it was….you see….” Spider struggles before finally sagging with a sigh. “I fell.” Defeat is apparent in his tone. 

Zhali can not decide if he finds this explanation better or worse than the images he had conjured up. The thought of thanator claws scraping at the small being was terrifying, but then again, is it not more concerning to see that a simple fall is all it takes to injure him? This beautiful tawtute truly is so fragile. A simple misstep is all it would take to put him in danger. 

Spider appears to be thinking the same thing, but if the red cheeks and deep frown are anything to go by, it’s embarrassment rather than fear that rises to the surface. 

“Tawtute, this cut is deep. From how high did you tumble?” He tries his best to clean the cut with the rag as gently as possible, monitoring every flinch and shudder that ripples through Spider. 

“My bow got stuck up in the canopy. Thought I could get it down.” 

“It is still there?”

Spider nods.

“We will get it in the morning.” Zhali concludes smoothly as he dips the soft cloth back into the now warmed water. He checks it against his own skin first. The male may not know much about human anatomy but it’s clear that their response to the elements is more dramatic than his own. He would hate to accidentally expose the boy to any more harsh temperatures for the night. Once it is sufficiently clear that the rag is at a soothingly warm degree, he begins to glide it over Spider’s back. 

“Thanks I uh…I was kind of clumsy I guess. You don’t have to come with me in the morning though, I’m sure I can manage a bit better this time.” Spider rambles.

“I will not if you wish not for my company.” 

“No no, it’s not that.” Zhali peeks around the boy’s shoulder easily, braids swinging down as he openly observes the male’s expression. Spider’s turn a brighter shade of pink. Zhali finds he quite likes that shade. “Of course I would love for you to come. I just uh don’t want to make you go out of your way for me.” 

“You are never out of the way, Spider.” He sighs, tail curling in irritation. He shouldn’t need to make that clear, especially after efforts he has started towards his courtship. “You are the way.” 

He surveys the boy’s expression, but without twitching ears and a moving tail to give him away, it feels impossible to sense the shift in emotion there. He slowly retreats, not wanting to scare him off any more with the staring, but he lingers just long enough to see Spider catch his bottom lip between those blunt teeth. It’s a cute habit that Zhali has noticed from him, but one that he is still trying to understand fully. 

It’s obvious what his own response to the action is as his tewng grows uncomfortable, but that does little to help him decode Spider. Not to mention it makes him feel like an untrained teenager all over again, drooling at just about anything. 

“Spider.” 

He feels the boy straighten underneath his hands.

“Yeah?”

“What is your favorite color?” 

“What?”

Zhali is pleased to find that the area around the wound is finally clean and ready for bandaging. 

“Color. What is your favorite color?” He repeats. Spider only flinches slightly as he begins to lay the leaves covered in ointment over the small wound. He has to rip them into small pieces a few times so they don’t cover the whole expanse of Spider’s back. Doing so, however, draws his attention to the rest of the boy’s muddied and artificially stripped skin. Long fingers itch to reach for the warm rag again. 

“I um…I don’t know. Never really thought about it before.” 

Zhali’s eyebrows knit together. He is soon regretting his decision to sit behind the tawtute where he can’t even depend on the minor fluctuations of his small facial expressions for context. His tail thumps against the woven floor incidentally, but at least Spider can’t see that. When the urge becomes too strong, Zhali hesitantly starts running the warm cloth over the rest of Spider’s back.

“What do you say when people ask?” He takes Spider’s lack of flinching as a token of permission, scrubbing the dirt away from his tan skin with the gentlest touch he can muster. It’s interesting to see the way his skin turns a light pink after only a few strokes of the warm rag. It appears that Sky People’s skin is extremely sensitive and expressive to every substance it comes in contact with. He is pleased however to see that Spider’s muscles have begun to relax underneath each stroke and the shaking of his body has puttered out to a small vibration. 

“Well I don’t think anyone has ever asked me before to be honest.” Spider tries to slip in a small laugh but it’s strained. Those tiny four fingered hands come to gather his dreads and push them to the side before fondling them absently. 

Of course he knows that Lo’ak didn’t know the boy’s favorite color but for no one to ask? Never? By Eywa, what do the strange scientists at the lab that supposedly raised this male talk to him about? The negligence is infuriating and yet Zhali knows he shouldn’t be surprised. From the interactions he has seen between them, Norm acts more like a close friend than anything resembling a parental figure.

Spider pauses, head tilted as he ponders the question.

“I suppose red is not a bad one. Like the red from sunsets.”

Zhali’s lips turn down.

“Not green.” Disappointment lays heavy in his stomach, He should’ve known better than to trust Lo’ak as his source of information. 

“Green? Oh you mean cause of the loincloth. It doesn’t really-” Spider cuts himself off, turning silent as he looks down. 

Zhali’s ear perk forehead, wondering if he has somehow missed the end of that sentence. 

“Shit.” Spider whispers to himself. 

Peering over the boy’s golden dreads, Zhali finally finds the source of Spider’s silence. A jagged rip through the side of the loincloth. 

“Fuck I- Damnit, I didn’t realize and now….” Spider hunches forward inspecting it frantically.  “I’ve ruined it. All for my stupid fucking bow.” He grits out. “You worked so hard on it and I-”Spider gulps, voice heavy with emotion. 

“I will make another one.” 

“No no, you shouldn’t have to…..I-I’m sorry.” 

Zhali catches sight of glimmering tears welding over the boy’s eyes, ones that he refuses to shed. His heartbeat picks up more erratically when Spider allows his dreads to form a curtain over his face. 

“Spider, it is fine. I will make a new one. This time red.” As it should have been from the beginning. This would be his chance to redeem himself and give Spider the courting gift he truly deserved. Hesitantly he reaches out to sweep that golden hair away but Spider reels back. 

“Another one? N-no I cant ask that. It’s my fault I ruined it…it was…”

“The wrong color. I understand, tawtute.”

“No no no it….it was fucking perfect.” Spider sniffles and more than anything Zhali wishes he could see the boy properly, get that damn mask out of the way so he could wipe away the tears. “The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” It’s whispered so soft and reverant that the Na’vi almost questions whether or not he heard it properly. 

It would be easier not to believe it.

Easier to believe that there were greater gestures the boy has received over the years than some simple pieces of clothing. 

Zhali shifts  forward, boldly sweeping the hair away so he can clearly see Spider’s sparkling eyes. 

“You deserve so much more than this.” He can see the boy’s lungs still with air. “So much more than a courting gift in the wrong color. More than a simple garment that pales in comparison to your beauty.” Spider’s blunt teeth naw at those soft pink lips. “More than jewels and bracelets. More than all the beauties of Pandora combined.” 

It’s as if the boy is frozen in time, air no longer passing through those lips. It’s borderline impossible to understand if this is a good or bad sign, but the truth is bursting from the seams, no longer willing to be kept prisoner. 

“You deserve a mate that will care for you. One that truly sees you.” Zhali catches a golden strand, tucking it behind Spider’s ear. Oh how he wishes to bury his face in that hair, to fully let the beautiful tawtute’s scent to sink in. 

His stomach twists into a bundle of knots but the words come regardless. 

“I see you, Spider.” 

Silence stretches between them but Spider’s eyes remain trained on him, pupils blown wide and breath stilled. A new form of anxiety settles itself as the seconds pass without a clear breath coming from him. 

“You do not have to say anything. I have only begun courting you after all. I simply thought you should kno-” 

Spiders cuts him off with a shake of his head, breath finally exhaled. Nothing, however, matches the horror Zhali feels as the boy reaches to lift his mask. 

“No Spider-” He catches his wrist.

“It’s ok.” Spider gently pries the hand from his wrist before taking a deep breath in. 

The mask is carefully slipped from his face but Spider gives him a reassuring smile when he spots the concern written over Zhali’s face. And then, the space between them decreases slowly, the boy’s face inching closer to his own until their noses brush. Those big doe eyes flicker between his own heated gaze and lips.

The first point of contact is hesitant and slow, but there is a certain tenderness to that gentle swipe of lips. Spider’s lips are so much smaller than his own, but ever so soft. So many moments have led to this one but his heart continues to race, ever so worried about hurting the small tawtute. 

It is Spider, however, that pushes it forward, small tongue swiping at his bottom lip. Zhali allows him. He gives the boy of his dreams access, gives him the world because there is nothing else he can manage to do, not when his wildest fantasies are coming true. Leisurely they each explore one another and melt into the kiss. 

He cups Spider face tenderly, hands easily covering each side of his head. He even allows his fingers to softly explore through the sunshine mane. Spider’s hands are more cautious, but every area they trace over has Zhali’s tail swinging back and forth exuberantly. 

In some ways this kiss is nothing in comparison to the other sexual rendezvous Zhali has experienced and yet it feels more intimate. Like finally having access to a beautiful masterpiece kept behind glass for so long. Finally getting to cherish Spider’s beautiful face instead of observing from a distance. 

At the first jerk of Spider’s chest, Zhali sternly repositions the mask over his face. His emotions swirl from pure elation to trepidation as he waits to hear that first breath. 

Spider lets out a small gasp for air, cheeks tinting as his chest expands and caves rapidly. Hands on the boy’s thighs, Zhali leans forward, eyes darting across the mysterious mask to make sure it is working properly. 

“Can you breathe?” He reaches forward to mess with the contraption, not that he has any idea how but he can’t help himself. 

“Yeah yeah…I can.” Spider lets out an airy laugh. “Well, mostly.” 

Zhali’s frown deepens urgency increasing but then he notices that dazed smile over the boy’s face. The giddy look in his eyes as that beautiful blush paints his cheeks once more. 

“It’s ok It’s ok.” Spider laughs, small hands prying Zhalil’s own off the mask. “I’m alright. Just a little overwhelmed.” 

“You promise, sevin?” Zhali sweetly pushes a few dreads away from Spider’s face, eyes studying him intently. 

Once again Zhali watches in awe as that tan skin quickly shifts to a darker shade of red, even traveling over Spider’s collarbones and chest. He follows that blossom of color downwards, eyes caught on the boy’s small nipples now perked in the cool air. He doesn’t try to hide the ogling, not now that the truth is out. 

“Y-yes.” Spider stutters.

“Good.” He breathes out, but his hands are already gliding over the soft skin of Spider’s sides. He takes in every reaction like a gift. The way the tawtute shivers when his ribcage is brushed, the way that blush only intensifies with Zhali’s darkening gaze, the way his nipples pebble under his long fingers as if they are aching to be touched. 

For so long Spider has been forbidden fruit. For even longer Zhali has dreamed of how this beautiful creature would feel in his hands, the sounds he could draw from him. Sitting here feels like a dream, one beyond his wildest imagination when a small groan escapes Spider. 

One hand dares to grip the boy’s left hip while the other swirls over one hardening nipple. Without a tail or ears it can be hard to read Spider but even Zhali can recognize the restraint his beautiful tawtute exhibits as his hips twitch and chest heaves. 

Spider’s eyes stray away from the intimate points of contact when Zhali leans forward to rest his temple against his. Breath fogs up the glass. 

“Spider”

“Yes?” He whispers. 

“Let me take care of you.” 

Spider’s thick lashes flutter rapidly as he visibly gulps. 

“But I….w-why?” He stutters, as if unable to process the concept. 

“Because you deserve it, sevin.” He squeezes his hip gently as Spider stares at him with big hazel eyes. A color that he could easily get lost in. Ones that goes greatly with Spider’s now swollen pink lips. 

He has never been so desperate to please such a beautiful being. 

“Let me make you feel good, yawne.” Spider’s eyes flutter closed when the Na’vi rakes his longer fingers through his hair. “Please, yawntutsyip.” 

Spider melts in the touch, letting the Na’vi cradle the back of his head. 

“Let me show you how I’d take care of you if you’d be mine.” His softly scratches along his scalp, delighting in the way Spider’s small form goes slack. 

A new spice intertwines with Spider’s scent, filling Zhali’s lungs until it has become his own personal drug. 

“Sevin?”

“Y-yes yes, ok yeah I-I…yes.” Spider exhales, words tumbling together. 

Zhali grins.

Spider is sure he’s hallucinating. So sure that somewhere in that fall he hit his head a little too hard and now suffers from delusions. It’s the only explanation he has to explain how this god of a Na’vi has decided to please him. The only way he can comprehend not only being allowed in his kelku but furthermore have those sharp teeth tracing over his abs. 

Looking down at the male who kisses and nips at his body like it’s art made just for him, Spider is content to let this hallucination continue. He will spend the rest of his life in this dream if it means staying cradled in his arms, if it means feeling that hot tongue explore his body intimately. 

True intimacy can be hard to come by for Spider.

Kiri tries and Jake will occasionally ruffle his hair but it does little to satiate what he really needs. Now, however, seems to be the worst time to realize how touch starved he is. It’s embarrassing how difficult it is to keep himself from squirming or God forbid even bucking up into every touch and kiss. 

It’s worse than being a teenager in his hammock trying to get himself off. At least then he was in the privacy of his own company but Zhali’s touch is like lightning in comparison to his own. His hands are so much larger that when the Na’vi goes to cup his head or slink down his chest, it covers the expanse easily. 

It’s when Zhali pushes him down with a hand to his chest that Spider realizes he might be into their size difference more than he anticipated. 

Neck craning to watch Zhali litter kisses along his lower abdomen, he burns in mortification when he spots his own boner through the green loincloth. He wants to believe that Zhali has not noticed this before but even he knows that Na’vi have greatly enhanced senses. 

Fuck, he most likely already can smell his arousal, let alone see it. 

His blunt teeth sink into his bottom lip harder as he holds back the jumble of moans that threaten to break loose. 

It’s pathetic. 

Already in adulthood and yet all it takes for him to rut like a hormonal teenager are a few well placed kisses and bites. 

Open mouthed kisses are meticulously placed along his v line until he has reached his right hip. Something sharp draws along his skin and Spider sees the  Na’vi’s teeth bared. Their eyes connect for a moment and it appears to be all the confirmation that Zhali requires before he takes the plush flesh into his mouth and sucks hard. 

A shocked cry falls from Spider’s lips as his back arches. 

Pain and pleasure dance together in symphony when those impressive teeth come into play. What has his legs shaking, however, is the knowledge that it will leave a mark. Even humans know what such a display means.

A marking to show he is being courted.

A marking to show that he is wanted and desired by a male prospect. 

“Am I hurting you, sevin?”

It takes a moment for the words to register.

“Wh- oh no no. You’re not.” 

“Hm, good.” Looking up through his lashes Zhali keeps their gazes pinned as he lays a tender kiss over the new mark. Those lips skate over his skin until reaching the intricate ties of his loincloth. 

Hands holding the male’s thighs apart, Zhali carefully secures a tie between his teeth and begins to pull. Watching that knot unravel feels like the longest seconds of Spider’s life. He isn’t sure if he needs it to speed up or slow down because his brain can hardly process what is to come. 

It isn’t his first time being bare before a Na’vi. Admittedly, other Na’vi, even among the Metkayina have had their curiosity sparked by Spider. Some shuffled him away with a rushed exploration and desperate touching that became all the sex life Spider had ever known. However, those had only left him unsatisfied and lonely again at the end of the night. 

This is different, however. 

Zhali, although curious, doesn’t explore him for his own pleasure but rather Spider’s.

He takes in every new discovery and change like a masterpiece meant to be worshiped. He watches for the slightest flinch to signal a change and the smallest twitches of pleasure to indicate what spikes the boy’s pleasure. 

And when the silky loincloth falls away, the same one that Zhali had spent weeks carefully crafting especially for him, he doesn’t rush to grip or stroke. His heated gaze is the first thing to caress him, and then his voice.

“So magnificent, my tawtute.”

Spider can already feel himself trembling. This new emotion bubbling forward does not make it easier to gather restraint, to stop himself from appearing like a desperate lonely fool in front of this gorgeous man. 

Zhali kisses right next to the base and Spider forces himself to look away. 

This gentle worship does things to him that he could never have imagined and therefore could never have prepared for. He can’t watch this any longer without losing the reins. 

He can feel himself twitch as soft kisses are placed one by one around the base until every inch has been covered. Toes curling, Spider attempts to slow down his heartbeat. 

“Spider”

“Huh?”

He peaks to find Zhali looking up at him, large golden orbs taking in every flinch in his expression. 

“I am not hurting you?” He checks again.

“No no, of course not.” Spider chokes out, ears growing hot at the tremor in his voice. 

“Hm, I see.” He hums before his fingertips start drawing soft patterns over his hips. “You are tense, sevin.” 

His stomach flips.

“Fuck, yeah I know, I-I’m sorry. I understand if-”

Zhali hushes him sweetly, crawling forward to cup his face once more. 

“Spider,” His name from Zhali’s lips sounds like a song. “Do you want this?”

He doesn’t enjoy how fast he is nodding his head.

“Yes. I do, shit yeah I do. I’ll keep it together, I'm sorry.”

Zhali is shaking his head before he can even finish the sentence. 

“Sevin, do not apologize.” Zhali’s slim tail wraps itself around his calf and Spider has to hide the tremor along his lips. “I only need one thing from you.”

Spider gulps, leaning forward and ready to take the criticism. 

“I need you to relax.”

Spider flushes, fighting back the urge to gulp down the knot in his throat. 

“Yeah o-okay.”

Zhali is less than convinced but a warm smile crosses his lips. His fingers intertwine with the boy’s hair once more before he is raking them through those golden locks. The reaction is immediate, pleasurable shivers dissipating through Spider’s body. 

Never before had he realized how sensitive he is to this gesture but now with those gentle movements massaging his scalp, Spider feels like he could melt into molten gold. Zhali runs his face along the curve of his neck, marking him with his scent. 

The hand in his hair is used to tilt Spider’s head back and give him better access. A breath wooshes from the boy’s lungs. 

“Just focus on what you feel, sevin.” 

Soft lips lay a kiss behind his ear. 

“What feels good,” Zhali continues. 

Another kiss, this time to his pulse point. 

“What feels different.” 

Zhali’s textured tongue drags along his skin languidly. Spider hardly registers his own groan as he lets his weight fall into the Na’vi embrace. 

“What you want more of.” 

When the male begins sucking a hickey into the side of his neck, Spider can no longer keep a cap on his noises. A string of whines and moans fall from his lips as he finds rest in the moment. Eyes closed and mouth agape, he forgets where he is.

He forgets who he is. 

He forgets who he is not.

And Spider lets each exhilarating sensation guide his decisions. 

“Good boy.” Zhali whispers warmly against his pulse, licking over the mark to soothe. 

His hands firmly run down Spider’s sides, squeezing it greedily until his presence can not be forgotten. Taking control of every curve and line, Zhali plays him like an instrument. Spider lays back against the matt, golden hair creating a crown around him. Hazel eyes dilate before fluttering closed when soft kisses are left along his inner thighs. 

Sounds erupt from him that Spider doesn’t recognize when Zhali’s tongue begins exploring his length. His body buzzes with a new energy, nerves a lit with every swoop and swirl of that talented tongue. 

And even though his hips twitch in silent request for more, Spiders swears that he could live in the moment forever. 

“Such beautiful sounds, oeyä tawtute.” 

The compliment floods his cheeks and tugs at his chest. There is no longer room for self doubt as praises fall freely between the beautiful exploration of Zhali’s mouth. Every concern is hushed before it can fully bloom. 

“You taste so good, sevin. Don’t know how I went without you for so long.”

And then warmth encases his member in a rush. Zhali sucks his cock with such enthusiasm and vigor that it becomes difficult to see which partner enjoys themselves more. 

But it’s him.

Spider is sure it is him. 

He knows that there is no other Na’vi or human out there that feels the things he is feeling, that reaches such heights of ecstasy and passion in one night. He can’t fathom anyone else knowing the warmth, pleasure, and relief that washes over him. 

Nose to the boy’s navel, Zhali swirls his tongue around the boy’s base, easily able to take all of Spider within the warm cavern of his mouth. Spider’s hands shoot down and grab the Na’vi’s tied hair without thought. His fingers grip and tug at the neat bun until strands start to fall loose. 

“Oh fuck!” He shouts, blunts nails digging into his scalp. 

Zhali pulls back until his lips are sealed around only the bulbous tip. The point of his tongue runs over the slit brashly and Spider yanks on his hair. The action is rewarded with a carnal moan, the vibrations rocketing through the boy. 

Zhali likes to watch. Spider can feel those eyes trained on him without reprieve, no matter which way he squirms and bucks. At some point he feels strong hands pin his hips to the ground, forcing him to take the pleasure in its entirety. 

Spider isn’t used to the attention.

He isn’t used to the way Zhali mentally tracks his reactions and the actions associated with them. 

He isn’t used to the honey eyes drinking in the sight of him. 

But most of all, he isn’t used to being the center of attention.

It breaks him into a thousand pieces. 

His climax crashes so hard into him that his small hands search for something to ground him. They circle around Zhali’s kuru tugging as he spills into the male’s mouth. 

The sound that erupts from Zhali is unlike anything Spider has ever heard from him. So far from the polite, organized and formal male that he has known. It rings forth with a raspy texture and a deep serenade that sets his world on fire. 

Not a drop is wasted and Zhali doesn’t release his twitching length until Spider is pushing back his head. 

He falls limp against the mat, bowl pupils staring up at the world in a daze. He can briefly sense the careful precision Zhali takes to kiss every mark before running a warm cloth over him but it’s background noise to the symphony playing in his head. 

“Thank you, sevin.” 

That deep voice now with a raspy tint weaves into his consciousness as Spider revels in the tingling aftershock running through his body. He can only manage a lazy smile when Zhali comes up to check on him. 

“Just give me….give one minute and then I….I can help.” He manages to get out between pants. Zhali’s brows furrow until he sees the boy eyeing his tented loincloth. 

“You have done more than help today, tawtute. Given me more than I could have asked for.” And he grins so sincerely that Spider can’t fathom how the male could feel this way. In every sexual interaction he has had, there was always a return of the favor, that is assuming Spider finished in the first place. But Zhali looks at him like he hung the moon, eyes glimmering in delight as he wipes him down with a warm cloth.

“You…you don’t want me to touch you?” 

Zhali traces idle lines over Spider abs happily. 

“Of course I do, but how would that serve the proper purpose? I am courting you.” Zhali stands and begins preparing the hammock for them. He arranges extra pillows and blankets that Spider has never seen other Na’vi have before. In fact, there is a great deal of influence from Sky People culture present in the male’s kelku. Things that only a human would find necessary. 

Before he can protest, Spider is carried carefully to the hammock and laid across the Na’vi chest. He tucks a blanket around the boy’s hips, making sure it isn’t too tight but still brings the wet tawtute some warmth. 

“Although, I admit. This is out of order. It was supposed to be step twelve but do not worry. I will make sure not to skip over any. Fourteen steps to go.” He nods firmly, lips perking upwards.  

Spider’s brain sputters, head still fuzzy from the best orgasm of his life. Tonight feels like a dream, an absolute horny amazing romantic dream that his subconscious has whipped up. He can barely process the night’s turn of events, let alone this handsome male wanting to go through an extensive courting process all for him. 

“Fourteen? You….but…that is so much.” 

Zhali’s hairless brows furrow. 

“It’s hardly enough, sevin. It’s important that you have enough proof of my ability to provide, protect, and love before you make your choice. So you can weigh your options.” 

As if he has other options.

Who would surpass this?

Who has ever even tried?

Zhali continues to run his fingers through the human’s hair as he sighs happily, watching as Spider shifts closer. 

“I do not expect an answer now, sevin. But hopefully tonight is a start to convincing you.”

Rain pelting down on the kelku and wrapped in this amazing man’s arms, Spider’s eyes fill with tears again. 

To call it convincing would be an understatement. 

Thanks for reading. As always, I truly appreciate hearing your thoughts. It motivates me to write and update more. Love you all<3

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Touched starved Aocorro. That’s it. That’s the plot. Just some desperate need for comfort in all the awful things that’s happened.

Sorry for the very long wait!

I actually love touch starved Aocorro so much. I have many ideas for that. I think that spider is actually having a really hard time as the only teenager on Pandora and feels very lonely. And Aonung is also very lonely on his own trying to conform and be accepted by his peers.

I may have something in mind to write. Unfortunately, it might not be very SFW but more like Spider feels very insecure about his human body and Aonung who has a crush reassures him... And it may involve some kissing and touching.... Probably T rated...

#spider x aonung #aonung #miles socorro #spider miles socorro #avatar the way of water #aocorro #saonung #mylesime fics

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Remember me this way Part 4 preview

Spoiler alert: jealous Lo'ak

A bit further from them, Lo’ak observes the scene. He’s not stupid. He understands what's going on. His own heart clenches in his chest as he remembers his dreams and their reality. It’s so obvious that he’s not the only one to have noticed. The two female Na’vis begin to gossip behind him.

“Poor thing!” Hupu says in Na'vi, “He’s gonna break her!”

Ngosey chuckles, “I hope she likes big things!” she adds with a wink.

The two women laugh. Lo’ak glares at them hatefully. 

“Hey! Be respectful of your Olo’eyktan!” he hisses, “Do not imply such vile things!”

He doesn’t know what’s worst, what’s hurting the most. That Aonung’s obvious little crush isn’t going unnoticed, that they make fun of it so crudely or the sad and unwanted truth of Myrcella’s fate if something physical were to happen…

“I like you guys, I really do, but I don’t exactly fancy ending up as human jelly when my gigantic Na’vi mate is done playing with me.”

“Is this really the image you have of us?”

“Why?” Hupu says, annoyed by Lo’ak’s reaction, taking him away from his dark thoughts.

“She’s tawtute!” he responds, his mind shaken and vision blurring with thoughts and memories he doesn’t want.

“So what?”

“There’s no future between a Na’vi and a human!” he spits, “It’s unnatural and ridiculous!” There’s no future. No compatibility. There’s nothing.

Hupu shrugs, “Maybe… But an innocent crush doesn’t cost anything!”

He swallows at her poor choice of words. He wants to tell her that she’s wrong, terribly so. That she has no idea what she’s talking about. That it does cost so much. That it cost him everything. 

She looks away from him. He follows her gaze and it falls on Spider - Miles - crouched on the floor, studying the bones in deep concentration, his muscles flexing with every gesture (Great Mother, he’s beautiful) and his blood runs cold when he understands what’s happening. 

“Do not!” Lo’ak immediately snarls at her, “I knew you were giving him the eyes! He’s not of the People!”

She shrugs, “He’s actually quite tall for a tawtute,” she defends herself, “Smart and very handsome,” she adds with a small smile, “I like his tattoos and his golden hair! He would make beautiful offspring!”

Lo’ak’s eyes widen in horror. Ah, no, no, no! He hasn’t gone through all that trouble and pain only to watch another Na’vi make a claim on what should have been his if he hadn't been so reckless in the first place! There’s no way he’s letting that happen! Not ever! He’s already quite pressed with that small human Aonung has set his interest on… (She’s very close to Spider - Miles… He doesn’t like it).

#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #miles spider socorro #avatar the way of water #locorro #mylesime fics