Did another RDA MEN cover! This time with Jake as my cover boy 🤍
PSA! I am NOT an RDA stan in any shape or form, viva la resistance! This is just a fun way for me to add something extra to my art.
It's interesting for me to sit down and think about how the RDA would use propaganda as a tool to sway the masses and cultivate negative feelings towards the resistance on Pandora. I feel like they'd use all sorts of media to do so, and this is one of my interpretations of that.
Here’s the art I made of Jake for the cover, I dedicated it to one of my moots on twt / X ✨
— pairing: neytiri te tshaka mo'at'ite x fem!omaticaya!reader
synopsis: neytiri desperately wanted to see you round and full with her children, even if eywa did not have it in her plans. but the great mother be damned, your mate was not going to give up without a fight.
word count: 1.1k (ik it's short)
content warnings: smut! 18+, MDNI, cunnilingus, creampie(?), scissoring, nipple play, dom!neytiri, sub!reader, breeding kink, taunting, edging, neytiri moving like she has a dick but doesn't...also jake is gone so she's single and ready to mingle😛
a/n: based on this request by anon! thanks for submitting <3 i was thinking about turning this into omegaverse solely because i wanted neytiri to have a dick...but i'll stick to the ask cause i'm doing what the fans wanna see and that's my SHAYLA if ronal is mommy then...neytiri is my dominatrix idc come at me idc at all🤤✌️
inspired by 'would you mind' by janet jackson: 'i just wanna touch you, tease you, lick you, please you / love you, hold you, make love to you / and i'm gonna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you'
You knew better than to give Neytiri a challenge.
Because your mate was never one to back down. And that led to her fucking you ruthlessly, starting with stretching you open with her tongue, getting you ready to have the feeling of long, slender feelings inside your tight, wet heat.
Earlier today, you and Neytiri were simply discussing future plans for your relationship, and somewhere along the line you mentioned having children. It was always a dream for the both of you, to see the other cradle a child, your child, in your arms, having another life to nurture and raise. Together. There were relaxed plans of the two of you deciding who would be the one to bear your children, and which warrior within the Omatikaya you would choose to sire them. But you couldn't hep but stir the pot, making a passive statement about wishing there was a way for Neytiri to be the sire of your future children. Which led to your muntxate tearing your tewng off, immediately pressing her mouth to yours, her tongue dancing with yours as a hand flew up under your top, playing with one of your nipples, the dark blue bud already stiff from your arousal.
"Let me show you, ma yawnetu, how close we can get to that, hm?"
With the grace of a warrior's body that only Neytiri could possess, she shifted downward, bringing her hands to pull your thighs apart, exposing the warmth of your heat to the cool breeze that ran through Kelutral at High Noon. The sudden rush of the chilly air made your whole body flush, pure pleasure coursing through your veins as Neytiri began her slow, deliberate ministrations, wanting to give you what you wanted, but enjoying how you writhed under her hold. You knew exactly what you were doing when you told her about you wish earlier. And you knew she would try to put a baby in you, the will of Eywa aside.
"Look at you, my darling. Ready for my children." Those were the last words you could comprehend before Neytiri thrust her tongue inside of you, the muscle working at your insides, making your walls flutter inside. She pulled you close, the tip of her nose resting against your sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing with every few licks of her tongue, her own core coiling deep as she watched you come undone by her mouth. Your body tensed, getting closer and closer to your climax, until it simply stopped. The fullness you felt suddenly retracted, Neytiri glancing at you with a sly smirk on her face. She would just hate to see you come without her. No, you did things as a pair. You hunted together, sang together, and you fucked together. So this time was no different.
And Neytiri, she would not give up until she was satisfied. Even with duty in the evening, her mate needed to know how beautiful her idea was. How many times that Neytiri dreamed of seeing you swell with her children, of giving you more and more until your kelku was too small to hold anymore. Then she would build another just for you, until the two of you had enough children to start another clan.
"You think it is that simple, but I think that it will take something different to bear my children. Lie back."
You obeyed immediately, a fire burning in your mate's eyes that was rarely seen, not even when she went into battle. No, this was a different kind of desire, something that only served to make your folds dripping wet while lying in wait. Neytiri knelt between your knees, bending over and leaving a trail of warm kisses along your belly, small bites being deposited somewhere along her path. Slowly, Neytiri undid her own tewng, throwing it off to the side along with your own discarded one, hissing at the new feeling of the air against her own folds, glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the canopy of Na'rìng. This time, your mate did not hesitate as she began to rub her heat against your own, the feeling of sticky fluids mixed with the friction that only increased with every thrust Neytiri gave, desperate for her own release to come in tandem with yours. She pressed her body farther against yours, closing the nonexistent gap between the two of you, silently needing it to be enough to push her over the edge.
Your hands flew to Neytiri's shoulders, holding on for support as her body pushed you up against the woven floor of your kelku, your moans loud enough for all the clan to hear. But neither of you cared. A bond was sacred, celebrated, and all the People would understand why your mate, Palulukan Makto and the daughter of the fierce Omatikaya Tsahìk, was bloodthirsty in her claim to breed you. Neytiri slammed into your pelvis with her own, crying out to Eywa as she took you again and again, both of your climaxes coming soon. You know from the way she began to slump over, refusing to make eye contact while your grip on her arms became tighter, whispering prayers as you saw nothing but stars while being claimed.
Your body was in a state of ecstasy with each slam of Neytiri's hips into yours, the sensation of her heat molding to yours, memorizing each plane, each dip of your folds being met by hers only serving to turn you on even more, making you wetter and wetter until you left a stain on the woven floors of your home, but the way Neytiri fucked you was so good, you could leave that problem for another day.
As soon as you even thought about your release, you soon came all over Neytiri's thighs, her body following suit, leaving a mess of sticky fluids between two pairs of legs. Your body shook, the high of coming with Neytiri, knowing the two of you reaching your orgasm at the same time, it brought a different feeling of pleasure to sit within your chest. Neytiri, however, she was a different story. She wouldn't let you go so easily after you came all over her, enjoying the feeling of being stuck to your folds, with a long, slender finger running along the edge of your pussy and heightening your senses, clouding your vision. She laughed lowly, the warrior that resided in her spirit enjoying the feeling of her prey being stuck at her mercy, nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide.
Paying for its words with its actions.
"Next time, ma muntxate, you will think about giving me a challenge you know I will not back down from, yes?"
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thank you for reading! let me know if you liked this one! comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3
-you and jake have been best friends for years much to the displeasure of everyone who has ever been around you two. Even in your new lives you both remain insufferable.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: body shaming (jake calls reader 'tubby' once, they both call each other ugly)
a/n: this was supposed to be a small drabble but then i unfortunately started writing exposition…
You knew from the second you laid eyes on him, when he walked into the barracks with all that young bull swagger and an annoying smirk, that he was someone that would get on your nerves.
You weren't wrong. You just never expected that his sully charm would reel you in regardless.
You quickly became inseparable assholes together. You two were practically joined at the hip, eating side by side in the canteen every single day, and periodically landing yourselves in trouble with your childish arguments which often lead to toilet scrubbing and endless pushups. There was a time when you both had goofed off a little too much which led to the whole team having to clean the barracks with nothing but toothbrushes. Everyone hated you both for that.
When you first met Tommy, he joked that you were more Jake's twin that him.
"Maybe we were switched at birth" he had laughed.
Unfornately, unlike Jake who quickly fell into the disciplined marine life, following orders was never your strong suite. You often talked back to superiors, unable to withstand what you viewed to be unfair treatment. It was never your dream to join the miltary, you were just following the path that was expected of you. So it was no surprise to anyone when you had been discharged within the year for your inability to adapt.
Graciously, Tommy had taken you under his wing, introducing you to the avatar training program when you had nothing and no one to fall back onto. You never considered yourself someone who had an interest in space but there was something about pandora that callled to you. You had trained more rigourously for this than for anything you ever had before, spending sleepless night studying na'vi and reading most of grace augustines books detailing flora and fauna.
You and Jake kept in touch throughout. you wrote letters back and forth where he would tease you for being a science puke now. Your bond was still strong even when life got busy.
And when Jake was discharged after losing his legs, you did your best to be there for him, trying to keep some sense of normalcy in his life. You never tiptoed around him. Something he would later tell you he appreciated. You never treated him like he was a broken man. Because even under all the grief and the lack of legs, he was still just plain old Jake Sully.
After Tommy's death, you both had somehow gotten impossibly closer.
Life on Pandora with Jake had reminded you of your early days together where you both were nothing but a headache for everyone around.
Grace had looked you both over that first time and clutched her head as if just the sight of you both was enough to bring on tension aches. You remebered how she turned away, arguing about how she didn't need reckless marines. You atleast had the log hours to prove some worth.
She had little patient for Jake, let alone the both of you together, especially when you riled each other up with playful jabs and petty squables. There were times where Jake would jump you while in his avatar, taking full advatange of his newfound strenght. Your miltary training would kick in and you reciprocated tenfold.
Grace had threatened to send you both back to earth.
During your first mission together, you shouldn't have been surprised that Jake had mangaed to separate you both from the group—he had always been reckless—and then got you captured by the omatikaya. In that time you both became students under the chief's daughter and the future leader, Neytiri and Tsu'tey, much to their chagrin.
You would not describe them as patient teachers. Not at first at least. Neytiri was aggressive. Quick to annoy. She would often insult both you and Jake and would smack him when he did something wrong. But under all that irritation was a girl skilled in her ways of life. Despite her initial protests, Neytiri never skipped a day of lessons. She taught you like you were children now learning to live in your body. In a sense you were. And while you had more experience in your avatar than Jake, you still struggled at times. She never went beyond what you were ready for. She remained steady and reliable. And soon she became a friend.
Tsu'tey was a different story. He was hardened and set in his ways. A stubborn man who once he made up his mind was hard to shake. From the second he laid eyes on you two he decided you both were better off dead. That you were nothing but a threat to the forest and it's people. He was more unforgiving in his training. He fought like you were a supposed to know every step and when to dodge. He hissed insults every chance he got. When you stumbled, when your feet land wrong, when your breathing was too loud.
He reminded you too much of the sergeants during your training days. This lead to you often pushing back on his aggressiveness. You both were always at each others throats.
Eventually that tension would grow and change shape until it became something that was hard to describe. Touches became softer and words became less minced, and his patience grew with time. Not largely, just enough for you to notice.
It finally came to head after the great war.
Tsu'tey was gravely injured and had spent days in the tsahik's tent. Jake, who was already mated with Neytiri, would nudge you with a grin on his face everytime he caught you hovering over the sleeping na'vi. You refused to leave his side, too anxious at his state, even though you never admitted it out loud.
When he finally woke, you both had mated under the eye of eywa, no longer able to deny the affection that you held for each other.
Jake had teased you relentlessly the next morning. You punched him square in the chest, forcing him to double over.
Even now, a year later, your relationship hadn't changed.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!"
Jake clawed at your hands that pulled on strands of his hair.
"Still think I'm weak?" You grunted
You and Jake had been fishing in a nearby stream, filling baskets with enough to feed the clan at dinner. When it was time to haul the fish back to the clan, you, having spent most of your time with your newborn baby boy instead of keeping up with training, had struggled with lifting one of the baskets. And Jake with all his stupidity, decided that it was a good idea to poke fun at you. "Getting a little tubby, huh?"
Not the brightest thing to say to a new mother, especially if that mother was you.
The second the comment left him, you fully dropped the basket and tackled him to the ground, resorting to petty tricks like hair pulling.
"Apologize!!" You hissed, fingers unyielding around his dreads.
Jake despite the pain in his scalp said nothing. All he let out was pained yells.
At his silence you wrapped your legs around his neck.
"Ugk—"Jake choked. He tried the pry you off of him, digging his nails into your skin. You didn't waver. "Hel—help!!" He cried out slapping at your calves "Someone! Anyone!" Yet no one came even as his face turned purple.
Across the trees, within clan grounds, Neytiri and Tsu'tey sat together, each with a baby strapped to their chest. Their ears twitched at the familiar voice pleading for his life but neither made a move. They remained where they were, preparing spices for tonight's meal but the yelling continued.
Tsu'tey blinked " Your mate is calling"
Neytiri adjusted the starp on her shoulder "He will be fine"
And with that, they went back to work.
All long as their idiotic mates didn't wake the babies, they did not care.
"Tsaya" you cooed at your baby boy. He wiggled on his back, tiny arms reaching for you.
Next to you was Jake, who was bouncing a whiny Neteyam.
You glanced at him out the corner of your eye "You're doing it wrong"
"What?" He turned to you, hand on Neteyam's head "No, i'm not"
You just raised your brows with pursed lips and went back playing with a laughing Tsaya.
Jake stared at you, fighting the urge to give in and ask. He failed.
"What could I possibly be doing wrong?" He said with an attitude more suited to an angsty teenage girl.
"Oh so now you want my help?"
"Just tell me"
You hummed "I don't know. You were kinda rude. Maybe if you said please.."
He deadpanned. "Nevermind"
But Neteyam didn't stop fussing.
You rolled your eyes and sighed. "You are too aggressive Sully. Sway, don't bounce like a maniac. Have you learned anything from Beytiri"
He scoffed but listened anyway.
And finally Neteyam calmed.
Wventually both boys were fast asleep and so you placed them in side by side baby baskets.
Jake raised a brow at you, having felt your eyes on the side of his head.
Your eyes widened, urging him for something
"What do you want?" He asked
"Seriously?" You huffed in disbelief "You are so ungrateful"
"What?
"I mean it's my bad for expecting anything from you" You turned away
"oh my—"
You cut him off "Like, would it kill you to say thank you at least once? But I guess your ego can't handle admitting that I'm a better parent than you"
"Excuse me??"
You swiveled to face him again, hands on your hips "You heard me"
"You are not better than me. and—and I was a father longer than you were a mother" he argued
"By a few months!"
"Still counts"
" At least I can get a baby to stop crying" Your tail whipped at his leg.
"Oh please, Tsaya cries more than Neteyam. Probably 'cause he has to see your face everyday" He caught your tail and tugged sharply.
Before you knew it, you both were rolling around on the floor like two wild animals.
"Tiyawn—"
Tsu'tey was cut off by the sight of Jake trapping you in a headlock.
He suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion roll over his body as he stood in the kelku opening.
He glanced back, deciding whether to leave you both or to drag you apart. He choose to separate you two when he saw you open your jaw wide, no doubt with the intention of biting the skin off of Jake's forearm. His resulting yell would surely wake the babies.
"That is enough." He said firmly as if scolding children. It was only then did you two notice his presence. You both blinked at him stupidly. He sighed, stepping forward and physically yanking you from Jake's grip.
"Must you two always act like children?"
Jake got up, dusting himself off. You, whose arm was still gripped by Tsu'teys hand, looked up. It was a face Tsu'tey had seen countless times since meeting you. It was not a look of shame, but rather one that told him you were going defend yourself regardless of what the truth was.
"It's his fault" Your arm shot out in Jake's direction. Jake's jaw dropped at your audacity. "He should learn manners. Maybe then i wouldn't have teach him any"
Jake scoffed "That's rich coming from you"
Tsu'tey's thumb and forefinger came up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. "I do not care who started it. If you must behave like fools, do it away from the children"
Neither of you argued.
Neytiri gently washed Neteyam in the stream as Jake hovered next to her doing nothing but watch.
"He's always so calm when you bathe him. When I do it, I end up the one covered in water" he said
She thumbed away at a speck of dirt on Neteyam's cheek "That is because he thinks it is playtime when you do it"
"Huh…well I guess it's a win he thinks i'm fun"
A laugh sounded " How'd you know his splashing isn't because he wants to get away from you?"
Jake's tail flicked.
The corner of Neytiri's mouth twitched. He saw.
"Don't encourage her" He said
"I did not say anything" Neytiri reasoned, scooping up some water and letting it fall on Neteyam's hair.
Tsu'tey called "Tiyawn, do not start. You will rile up the boys"
"What..I'm just saying" You shrugged before washing Tsaya's hair as Tsu'tey held him up.
Jake focused his attention on his son "You like papa, don't you boy?" he cooed "Yes, you do. Your aunt is just a meanie" Neteyam clapped at him. "Yes she is. and ugly too" the boy clapped again. Jake chuckled and ruffeled his hair " 'atta boy"
Then from across the stream:
"Uncle Jake is the ugliest isn't he Tsaya" the baby gurgled.
When Jake looked up you were already staring him. You both held each other's stare. No words were exchanged but invisble daggers were shot.
"Stop it you two, and make yourselves useful" Neytiri said, having enough of your ridiculous staring contest. She handed Neteyam over to Jake to dry off and the baby immediately started wiggling more than he did when Neytiri held him.
You snorted. "See?"
Neytiri, unable to help herself, let out a small laugh.
Jake looked down at Neteyam and pouted. "Everyone is against me…"
In yours and Tsu'tey's kelku, he set down a now sleeping Tsaya before making his way to your shared hammock where you had already stretched out to sleep. His eyes caught the sight of a half shapened dagger leaning against the wall.
He picked it up, turning it around in his hands. It was clearly not finished but each cut was made with care and precision. Next to it sat a small bowl of blue beads.
"What is this, tiyawn" He asked, looking up at you as you rubbed your eyes.
You peeked over at him, seeing the dagger in his hands. "A gift" you yawned " 's Jake's birthay next week. He's been complaining about his old one."
Tsu'tey hummed, carefully placing the item back where he found it and crawled into hammock. You settled into his arms, face nuzzeling into his chest. Tsu'tey smiled at the sight before closing his eyes.
Even though you and Jake were the most atrocious pairing to ever exist, it could not be denied that the bond between you was strong. Unbreakable.
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