hey hi! i’m rae, and i’m searching for new partners to write some netereya with (aged up ofc)! all love to loreya, i just can't help wondering what could've been with neteyam and tsireya… i’m an experienced rp’er, and my style is third person perspective + literate! (a few paragraphs typically, at a minimum). i have a variety of plot ideas at the ready, but am always happy to plan something on a collaborative basis. currently, i'd prefer to write for tsireya. interact with this post if you're interested and i'll message you! ♡
i have a wip of neteyam x tsireya x lo’ak fanart, i wonder if anyone is interested in this love triangle (not exactly a triangle but u ykwim?) i think they’re so cute and how both brothers first looked at tsireya and was immediately drawn by her. like yeah it girl of the clan but imagine the jealousy on both brothers, the angst is the cherry on top!
you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person. what happens when your heart gets caught up in the messy drama between rivaling twins?
♡ ₊˚‧ in today's episode. satoshi probably whored himself out to girls on the weekly, so what's the issue with you using him like one too?
♡ ₊˚‧ cw. college au :: lots of smut :: angst :: messy dynamics :: named twin :: jealousy/possessiveness :: messy reader :: semi public sex :: parties :: nerd/delinquent trope :: academic rivals :: fuckboy!bikerjo :: rival!nerdjo
꒰ episode 02 :: masterlist :: episode 04 ꒱
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ has been ecstatic all week. which was odd, considering he's been acting so off. he's ignoring girl's bedroom eyes. ignoring number offers. hell— he even ditched friday's party at sukuna's place. who the hell was he? answer: whatever you wanted him to be.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ keeps thinking back to how you showed up at his doorstep and kissed him like you were trying to suck the soul out of him. the way you grabbed him by the collar and whined his name into his lips. for the first time in awhile, satoshi almost couldn't keep up with a kiss.
that was until he had you on his couch. head buried between your thighs and tonguing on your clit. rolling his tongue piercing on the bud until you were whimpering.
"sato—" you cut off in a whine.
fuck. can't even say his name?
he's never had a girl actually make him hump his own couch because she sounds so pretty while he's eating her out. never had a girl that made his eyes roll back and his throat bob all messy. as he eats your cum and drinks down your squirts.
"babydoll, fuck— s'fuckin' sweet. you really are a sweet girl, huh?" he panted into your thigh. bit down and pressed his tongue piercing against the mark afterwards.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ had you on your back. knees crooked over his shoulders with his big hands on your waist while he stuffed you full of cock. fixated on the way your body fluttered and trembled for him. on how you squelched and creamed him so good until a messy ring smeared his base.
"so needy. needy for this cock baby? y'missed it?"
he's slurring. not even a single fucking drink down and he's slurring. drunk on your kisses and the sweet squeezes of your pussy as he fucked you into his couch. rutting it against the opposite wall and probably a few seconds away from sukuna's noise complaints.
he didn't care. not when he had you choking on his name and barely being able to complete it. not when he had you whining and begging and pleading with him not to stop.
he'd swoop down and tangle his tongue with yours every time you approached another high. slammed his hips faster—and faster— ground his pelvis up into your spasming clit— until you squirted a hot stream and puddled the fabric of his couch even more. fuck. he hoped you'd leave a stain.
little did satoshi know that every time you 'struggled to say his name'— it was because another was on the tip of your tongue.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ really had no idea that you were picturing foggy glasses shoved into his hair. no idea that you were imagining cold blue eyes and a sharp tongue calling you a stupid slut and holding you up against his desk covered in textbooks as he fucked you mean on his cock. he especially had no idea that it was his twin's name in your throat every time he stuffed you to the brim and smooched your cervix.
you should feel bad. you do. you know it's awful. know you're using satoshi in a way that disgusted you to your very core— but what did it matter?
he probably fucked more girls than you could count. probably had them in this position. squeezing their thighs and calling them his babydoll while he rubbed their clit and told them to cum for him.
you knew guys like him too well. unfortunately well. you wouldn't be fooled again. so really— were you in the wrong for imagining his nerdy twin?
you're sure it didn't matter to satoshi anyway. as long as he had a warm pussy to fill and a hit for the night. guess you're both using each other, huh?
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was eating up all of your attention. he thought he'd have to go back to chasing you down again after that night. but to his surprise, two days later you were giving him eyes in an empty hallway and batting your lashes.
. . . should he really be at fault for the way he shoved you into the lockers with a hand buried in the back of your hair and a hand squeezing your ass? could he really be the one to blame when he crashed his lips to yours and shoved his tongue in your mouth when you were looking at him so sweetly?
"babydoll," he groaned, whined, as he sucked on your tongue. "keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna make sure we get expelled."
and when you nipped at his lip piercing and called his name so softly? he just had to dive back in and kiss you until your knees were shaky. not caring in the slightest for the footsteps that stopped at the foot of the hall.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ for the second time, has never wanted to break his brother's jaw more.
or should he blame you? surely you knew by now that he took this hallway to get to quantum physics class. surely you knew that there was a chance he'd walk down this hallway and catch you face-fucking his brother. right?
the assignment sheet he'd been reviewing in his hand crumpled. fist shaking and jaw tight. fine. fine. if you wanted his brother so bad? you could have him.
it's hopeless anyway. satoru wouldn't even know how to treat you if he had the chance. too inexperienced. too emotionally inept.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ made sure to avoid you like the plague. he never should have let impulse take over. never should have kissed you in that library. fucked you on his fingers so clumsily and made you realise how useless his hands were when they weren't practising equations and flipping through textbooks.
he hated how he still wanted you. how he still thought about you. how he'd bury his face into a pillow and hump on another until he was grunting and cursing your name into the fabric. until he was whimpering it— like some pathetic boy who got his candy stolen.
"I hate you—" he huffed, voice shaking as his hand still had the nerve to squeeze around his tip and rub another pitiful spout of cum out of him.
"I hate you. I h-hate you— fucking hate you." his head tips back, breaths fogging his glasses that hang off his nose. thighs twitching from three orgasms spilled all over his sheets just because he can't get you out of his fucking head.
what did it matter? you're the kind of girl only satoshi would know how to please. and it seemed you knew that.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was confronted by his best friend, sukuna, one thursday morning. yanked into some empty classroom with his helmet still tucked under his arm and cursing at the pink haired jock.
"the fuck's your problem?" he grumbled.
"should be asking you that shit." sukuna huffed.
he found out very quickly what sukuna was on about. asking if he was okay, if he was on something, if he finally gave in to peer pressure and decided to snort a line of some shit because he absolutely was not acting like himself. not looking at girls, denying numbers, missing parties. it wasn't like satoshi. not the campus heartthrob who just had to smile and wink a pretty blue eye to get whatever he wanted.
"you've been all over that girl." sukuna said. "you've never been this hooked. heard you last night too."
satoshi had to bite back his smirk. right. he had you bouncing on his cock last night. grinding your hips up into his and whimpering for him to help since he's just too big and your poor pussy's struggling. wait—
sukuna's rough hand shook him by the arm. "see? you're fucking spacey. what the hell's going on with you?"
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ got a firm talking to. got told he was actually falling in love— and that vulnerability scared the piss out of him. love? he didn't know how to love— not really. girls liked his dick and his bike and the filthy things he'd whisper in their ear when no one was looking. but love. . . fuck.
the way his heart was hammering said it. the way his chest fluttered when sukuna brought you up.
"what the fuck do I do?" he mumbled, hating how soft his voice was as he raked a hand through his white tuffs. "yeah— okay, maybe I like her. but what the fuck do I do?"
"take her out. maybe somewhere to eat. somewhere fun. can't be fucking her every time you meet up." sukuna flicked his arm.
satoshi winced. then considered it. maybe he could finally take you for a drink like he'd first offered. or maybe a party? a midnight ride?
"yeah well, she wants to fuck me whenever we meet up." he mulled, then shrugged. "guess I can combine the two. maybe that's just her style, y'know?"
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ thought about it a little more than he'd like to admit. spaced out in his classes, spent his lunch scrolling through food joints, hell— he even made a note on his phone. he wasn't good at this stuff. wasn't sure when last he went out on a date. girls usually wanted him for his body and that was it. they cried on his dick and scratched up his back but he never really offered them to hold their hand in some romantic coffee shop or whatever.
it hit him in the dead of night. when he was in bed and on his routinely hour of thinking about you. he phone has buzzed with a gallery memory. a picture he'd snapped from the photo album, of a kid him and satoru at a fair with their parents. satoru was hugging some big stuffie while satoshi lingered behind with a half-eaten funnel cake.
and that's when it hit him. . . a fair. they're fun, there's food, they're cute. that's what the couples in the movies do, right?
he sent you a text immediately. then flopped his phone down onto his chest and grinned at the ceiling like an idiot.
well. until a cold realisation washed over him, and he had to call up his best friend in the dead of night to awkwardly ask for some pointers.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ couldn't believe it. you actually agreed. you were actually standing right beside his bike and holding the helmet he'd handed you. with a cute little dress on and that lip gloss he had the urge to smear in heated kisses. but he held back.
"so you just had another helmet lying around?" you asked, brow arching as you fiddled with the straps.
"nah." he waved his hand. "just snatched one from the store."
he blinked at the look you gave him, then grinned as he took the helmet. plopping it on your head and clasping the strap beneath your chin. "meant I bought it baby. whatdya take me for? a delinquent?"
he flipped the visor up. crooned at your little glare and stroked his thumb on the side of your neck. "you really want me to answer that?" you huffed.
"don't look at me like that."
"or what?"
he pressed his lips to your temple. hand squeezing on your waist as he hoisted you up against him.
"or I'm gonna have to do some nasty things to you right over my bike, babydoll."
he always loved how flustered you got. the way you shoved at his shoulders and huffed at him as you turned away. but despite his wide grin and his low words— he didn't want any of that tonight. he just wanted to take you out. treat you right. if you initiated, well, he guessed he couldn't deny you but. . .
tonight he wanted to try to love you the way that you deserved. just for tonight.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ sent you a text. he couldn't help it. he saw you leave capmus with satoshi. saw the way you were bickering and he was grinning. what, were you off somewhere to fuck like rabbits again? off somewhere to forget about how it was his dick you were begging for in the library? the insecurity, the hurt, it all spilled over into harsh thumbs and harsher words.
gojo satoru: he's good for you. you're both whores.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ got you whatever you wanted at the fair. sweet treats? drinks? that oddly shaped teddy bear that he caught you glancing at when you passed one of those overpriced ring toss games? he made sure to win it for you. had no problem catching the rig in the game. he remembered when his parents would take him and satoru to these fairs and his dad would win the prizes. satoru often got them but— whatever. satoshi didn't wanna focus on that now.
all he cared about was the way you tried not to smile as he victoriously handed you the deformed plushie. "guess that means you owe me a kiss huh?" he hummed, leaning over you like some lovesick puppy.
he didn't catch the way you hesitated. nor the itch in your palms. he was too distracted by your gloss on his lips and the kiss that he melted into. shoulders sagging and heart fluttering as you hooked your arms round his neck. pulled him in deeper. gripped his hair.
he was all dazed. so drunk on your lips and the idea that he was here. kissing you at some fair with butterflies in his stomach and his heart in his hands. he didn't even process your mouth that slipped to his ear.
"I spotted a photobooth not too far. wanna go make some memories?"
as you nipped on his lobe. his chest fluttered.
wait.
that didn't sound very cutesy romantic.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ wasn't aware that the only reason you pushed him into that photobooth and climbed into his lap was because you were thinking of his brother. had no idea that satoru had even texted you. that the only reason you started humping on his lap and whining his name into his ear was because his twin had pissed you off and your pussy was throbbing for satoru. not him. but satoru.
he was a fool, really. gripping your waist and drowning on your lips. groaning into your tongue as he bucked up into you. catching on your clit just right and gripping the back of your neck as your pretty moans pitched.
"hah— gonna get us caught." he mumbled. too high on the way you ground on his cock to focus on how he was distracted by lust rather than love. on how you'd turned a sweet kiss into a filthy makeout session in a photobooth.
"that what you want? wanna get caught bouncing on my dick?"
his words were muffled by your heated lips. the hot tangle of your tongue and the dirty grind of you hips. blissfully unaware that you just needed him to shut up so that you could imagine his twin while you ground yourself to an orgasm.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ felt his knees shake as you both eventually crawled out of the photobooth with a strip of filthy pictures. unbeknownst that it was a testimony of you wanting his body because he looked like a man who actually held your heart.
he still folded it. fixated on the perfect shot of you both kissing. then tucked it away in his wallet.
he should have known better. he really should have.
but he was so lost in the fantasy of this date. in the idea that he was doing well for once— treating a girl in a way he never has before. outside of sex. outside of what his fingers, tongue or dick could do. no technique, just tenderness. he gave you his jacket at some point in the night. his heart throbbed at how pretty you looked in it.
yeah. satoshi was a bit oblivious to the way your hands were all over him at the haunted house attraction. he had to push you against one of the walls and kiss you stupid. but it's just because you needed him so bad— right?
yeah. he didn't think much of the way your hand crept on his lap while you both sat down to share a sundae. he just slipped his fingers down and wrapped them around yours. gave you a little squeeze.
he surely wasn't paying attention when you'd kissed him hard as the ferriswheel stopped at the top. all he heard was the fireworks above. all he felt were your hands pushing under his shirt. the way you climbed back into his lap and gripped the back of his hair.
no. satoshi didn't care. all he cared about was that you were kissing him. and it was beneath the fireworks. doesn't get more romantic than that, right?
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was all loopy as he drove you both back home. his head spinning cause your head felt so warm laid between his shoulders as he steered the bike back to campus. he skipped a red light. didn't even care about the speeding ticket that'll probably await him.
all he cared about were your arms looped around his waist and the fluttering in his chest.
he walked you up to your dorm. told you to keep the helmet, and the jacket. smiled— not grinned or smirked or anything smug of sort.
he smiled when he told him goodnight.
"don't I get one last kiss?"
he couldn't help it. he was greedy for what he thought was his.
and here you both were now. with him pinning you to the opened door. hands gripping your thighs that plushed on his waist. his mouth on yours. hot and hungry and the kind of desperate need that he hasn't felt before with any other girl.
your hands were in his hair again. they always were. holding your mouths together as you rutted your hips into his.
"babydoll," he groaned, withdrawing so that saliva webbed both of your lips. a few messy strings caught on his tongue piercing. his white lashes fluttered over blue eyes practically shaped into little hearts. "you don't know what you do to me."
his breathing was ragged. something clenched in his chest. then lodged in his throat.
something he couldn't quite name but wanted to say anyway as he looked into your glassy eyes and felt your hot cunt throbbing on him through his jeans.
he sucked in a breath. one large hand cupped your face and tilted it up. he drew closer. breaths bated. heart stuttering. "I—"
bzztt!
he cleared his throat. something told him to pull his phone out. the text floating on his screen had him blinking.
toru: dude I need your help.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ set you down. smooched you for good measure and apologised. called you his babydoll one last time and told you he had an emergency. satoru never texted him for anything. and as much as he'd love to spend another night between your thighs— his brother came first.
he rushed off. leaving you panting and with a heavy stone in your heart as you shut your door and pressed your back into it.
did you really just do that? did you really just use a man because he had the face of your rival who you fell in love with? because his voice sounded just like satoru's when he said the right thing in the right tone?
you looked at the helmet in your arms. remembered the jacket wrapped around you.
you felt sick.
but you shoved it down. told yourself that satoshi only wanted sex. that you'd never love someone like him. that this was fair transaction.
as you plopped the helmet on your desk and drew a heavy sigh. still hot and bothered between the legs as you flopped onto your stomach into your bed. pulling your pillow closer and burying your face into it with a muffled, exagerated whine at your own heart.
his jacket still felt so warm around you.
sleep. you just needed some sleep. needed to stop thinking about the twins that you were caught in some messy triangle with. your eyes hung heavy. fluttering shut as your breath slowed. body easing into the sheets. you allowed sleep to drift you off somewhere warm.
that was until. you felt a weight press down on top of you.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was shaking. actually shaking. his hands were shaking as they snatched your waist. his knees were shaking as they shoved into the bed. he watched you panic. watched you squirm. watched you jerk up— only to freeze when you saw him.
"sat— satoru?"
and he kissed you. harder than he had in the library. harder than in any of his dreams. it was clumsy and fervent. a clash of teeth and tongue.
the worst part? you kissed him back. fuck. you kissed him back. you want him. some part of you wanted him. even though you keep giving yourself to his bastard twin.
he gripped the back of your hair. shoved your face down and rutted his hips against your ass. slow, and rough and haphazard as groans caught in his throat.
he lurched down. nose pressing into your cheek and his cock throbbing against the back of your thigh.
a part of him thought his heart would stop from how hard it was beating. thought he'd pass out from pure hyperventilation with how heavy his breathing was.
his voice was ragged. it didn't sound like him. he didn't feel like himself. didn't know what he was doing— only that he was so. fucking. tired. of seeing you with satoshi.
"you wanted it?" he jammed his hips harder into yours. grinding in frantic bucks. "then you're gonna take it."
teeth clenched. eyes glossy behind his glasses. he shoved your head into the pillow further and nearly whined at your muffled moans as he pressed his panting mouth against your ear.
jaw ticked. breath jagged.
"even if I don't know how to give it. you're gonna fucking take it."
˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓝.𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 & 𝓑.𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ are twins that you're fucking. . . and you're embarrassed that you thought they were the same person
⤿ ꒰ after fucking satoshi, you realise that you've been awful to satoru for no reason and try to apologise :: college au :: smut :: named twin :: m.masturbation :: f.masturbation :: fingering :: dumbification :: semi-public sex :: jealousy/possessiveness ꒱
♡ :: part three
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ has never wanted to break his brother's jaw more. the second he saw the cum-stained panties and heard that blasted engine— he knew what laid in his bed was the evidence that his brother had fucked a girl he'd started feeling something for. again. damnit. why was he even feeling anything for you? you were just his rival. just a stupid girl who wanted to challenge him all the time. who was so fucking rude just because he asked you for a pen.
he shouldn't want you. he shouldn't be feeling like this. shouldn't be scrubbing cum off of your panties until his hands were raw and drying it in his bathroom. shouldn't be tucking it away in his drawer and jerking off with it when his frustration burst. staining your panties in his cum. as if it'd fix the fact that satoshi got his dirty hands on you. as if it'd change. the brutal. fact. that his twin who always got all the girl creamed these first.
whatever. satoru would cream them more. again and again and again until he was whimpering into his pillow and limp in his sheets. and before his fluttering eyes— all he saw was you. his jaw set tight. his heart hammering. damnit.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ on the other hand was feeling sky high. the girl he's been after all semester finally let him hit. he's never been better. it felt good to work for something for a change. especially when that something was as pretty as you. he'd taken your number that night. expecting you to text the day after. but when nothing came, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed. but he gave you a break. you were pretty embarrassed after all. . .
until one day became two and two days became four, and by the end of the week— he'd wondered if you forgot about him? about how he made you feel. how you called his name so prettily and came all over his sheets.
he noticed you were avoiding him too. keeping to yourself in class. not responding to his flirts with your adorable, angry eye rolls and the little nose curls. nothing. not even a single huff. what was he? chopped liver? he had kissed your cervix for crying out loud.
he tried to tell himself he shouldn't care. he usually didn't. he'd fuck a girl and forget about it by the next evening. but you were different. he wanted more. he thought he had you. but as he pulled up beside you, revving his bike and jerking his head to flip his visor up— grinning with a smooth, “hey stranger. give me some company?” as he patted the seat in front of him. . . you ignored him.
well, satoshi's grin widened. seemed he had to work for you even more. fuck, he hated this. and loved it even more.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ hated that you weren't talking to him anymore. you barely looked at him in class. last monday he'd known for a fact that you scored higher than him in the recent test— but you didn't even look his way. let alone shove it in his face like he was hoping you would. what? was he nothing to you now that you fucked his brother? he couldn't make sense of it. even moreso, he couldn't understand why it upset him. he missed your rivalry. missed how you made class and academics fun again. most of all, he missed how you didn't back down to his belittling. you dished it back. made him want you. and now you were just. . . gone. all because of his fuckass twin.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ had gotten a bit tired of your games and the way you blatantly avoided him, so he made sure to utilise his greatest collection. . . videos. that he took of you when you so carelessly decided to go back to his dorm. featuring a fucked-out, glossy-eyed you taking his cock and whining on it. satoshi always did this. took videos of the girls he was with. but he rarely kept them. either forgetting about or deleting them later. yours though? he couldn't stop looking back on them. couldn't stop fisting his cock to them and remembering how your sweet cunt took him better than anyone ever did. head limped back on his couch and breathing shaky as he spurted all over his trembling fingers.
he sent one of the videos to you. with a cheeky little caption.
“ignoring me when I made you feel like this babydoll? c'mon. missing you. know you're missing me too.”
your reply was a heated voice note. telling him to delete your number. calling him a creep. but he could hear the fluster. it had him grinning. he sent one back, voice all velvet and rasped. “don't think I will. don't think my favourite girl wants me to.”
because whether he knew it or not— he was right. despite your shame, you hadn't stopped thinking about it. how good he felt inside of you. how he's the best fuck you'd ever had. the things he said to you swirled your mind on the daily.
you touched yourself to him some nights. rubbing your clit in a desperate attempt to replicate the callouses on his thumb. and you fucking hated it. because he was just some player. just some guy.
and not the guy you thought you were actually falling for.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was in the library when you finally approached him. it's been two weeks. no banter, no jabs, not even eye contact. so he did well with keeping his stare in his book. how'd you even find him here? no one came to this corner of the library and yet, here you were. maybe if he ignored your presence enough, you'd go away.
“so. . .” you started, he could feel you fiddling. then you sighed. shoulders sagged. “look, I just wanted to apologise for being such a bitch at start semester.”
his heart fluttered.
“the day before that your brother flirted and I didn't appreciate it. the next day I saw you in class and well. . .”
then sunk.
your face flushed. “it's stupid I know, but— I thought you were both the same person. I'm sorry. I should have figured it out.”
satoru's mind was spinning. he'd spent years creating his own identity separate from his twin brother. how the fuck did you think he and that thing were the same person?
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't care about how you flinched when he abruptly stood, the chair skidding behind him. with his eyes sharp and venom stuck to his tongue. he snapped.
“so what, fucking my brother put you in a good mood or something?” why was he acting like this? he wasn't sure. he didn't know why he was so angry.
actually, he did. he just didn't want to admit it.
and you, he's not sure what he expected other than your eyes growing just as cold. you were the same girl who butted heads with him in every academic suite after all. a part of him felt glad that you didn't take his shit. this felt nice. felt normal.
“what the hell, satoru? I'm just being honest. and how the hell do you even know that?”
“that's gojo to you.”
he corrected in a hiss. little did he know how familiar you were with the name. how you moaned it in pure bliss rather than his brother's.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ really shouldn't have been surprised with the banter that went on between the both of you. it was natural. your souls were like two negative poles. theory of repulsion. repulsed. he was repulsed by you. by the fact that you compared him to his brother. by the fact that you fucked that same. idiot. brother.
he's not even sure where the argument was going. only that it was pissing him off and that he almost didn't want it to stop.
he couldn't stop picking on the fact that you did it. that you actually went ahead fucked satoshi. he could see how flustered you got. how you didn't even try to deny the accusation but got all the more defensive.
but then you just had to go and say that.
“you know, since it pisses you off so bad maybe I'll just go fuck satoshi again.”
and that's. when he finally snapped.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ had more strength than people gave him credit for. you learnt that today. not because of how he gripped your jaw or shoved you into the bookshelf, knocking off a few books— but because of how his mouth crashed onto yours.
pure, unadulterated strength and even more roughness. with the way his mouth greedy clamped on yours. how your teeth meshed and your tongues tangled. the hard grip of his large hands. one firm on your waist and the other squishing your face.
if anything, he was rougher than satoshi.
wrestling your tongue and swallowing your whines. kissing you like he was trying to consume your very soul. maybe then you'd be his. his. all his. not fucking satoshi's.
you're not sure how many times he kissed you. every time he parted, it'd be for just a second before he was back at it again. swapping spit and strangling your hiccups. all you know was that when he did pull away, you were quivering. mouths webbed in stringy saliva and eyes hazed on one another.
that's when you felt it. hard and thrumming heavy on your thigh. your hips instinctively bucked up.
he grunted, squeezed your jaw tighter and pressed your head back into the shelf. “you serious right now?” he sneered. “your rival kisses you and you just what? get all soft and submissive? already tryna hump me like a bunny?”
fuck. the way that your eyes glossed over. . . he just couldn't help himself.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ can't believe he had you here now. pinned to the bookshelf with one hand clamped tight over your mouth and the other buried beneath your skirt. panties drenched and twisted to the side while two fingers messily fucked you raw. curling, and twisting, and pumping your squeezing walls.
he didn't care about making you cum. not really. all he cared about was fucking you stupid since you wanted to act like a dumb whore.
but he still did. staining your hand in his slick and forcing himself to pump faster. harder. just to see the way your knees shook and feel your slutty moans against his palm.
he was rough. clumsy. not as experienced as satoshi and it showed in the way his fingers pummelled your poor pussy into a creamy mess.
he might not have been experienced but he sure as hell studied female anatomy enough to know that his thumb was on your clit. rubbing shaky and sharp circles on the nub to send you spasming more.
satoru sneered into your face. jaw tight and eyes cold. “can't believe you're just another college slut. just like every other fuckin' girl in this place.”
his fingers sped up. wrist flicking. he curled just right on your sweet spot and rubbed the little spongy bundle of nerves into a merciless spasm.
he loved the way your eyes rolled back. how you bucked into his hand and whined. for him. this was for him. you were whining his name all muffled and moaned into his palm.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ drew his hand back to observe the sticky mess between his fingers. pulling his hand up to see the stringy cum all over his hand. webbed and musked. fuck. he was throbbing. glasses all fogged from his heavy breaths.
“the fuck is this, huh?” he grunts, hold his fingers for you to see. he slipped the hand on your mouth around your jaw again. pressed his messy middle and index fingers flat against your tongue and rubbed your cum on it.
his voice was a hissed grumble to your ear. “a few fingers and you shut right up? not so smart after all huh, sweetheart?“
and then he was burying them back into your flooding pussy all over again. he didn't care if you were shaking like a leaf. if you were overstimulated. he didn't even know what that meant.
all he cared about was making those pretty eyes flutter back. making you cum around his fingers cause he was addicted to feeling those velvety rings clench around his knuckles.
but most all? all he cared about was that it was him doing this to you.
even if he hardly knew what he was doing. that puddle between your legs? the trembling in your thighs? your pussy pulsing and sobbing all over his palm?
that was because of him. gojo fucking satoru.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was panting himself by the time he was done. his arm was jittering and his wrist ached. but he still dragged his tongue and licked your trickling sweetness off of wrist and the back of his hand as he drew it to his mouth.
you were more than a mess. whimpering and weeping. limp on the shelves as you clung to his arms.
he felt something akin to pride.
but then you started grinding that slick, creamy cunt on his crotch. right over his bulge. hot and wet and smearing it all over his throbbing erection. his breath hitched.
your eyes were sweet and fluttery. but your whines were sweeter. you tried to humping on him. catching your clit on the curve of his hard-on to bring yourself friction. greedy girl. hadn't he finger-fucked you enough?
“please,” you whimpered. “please please please satoru, I'm sorry. just please. I need more. please fuck me.”
his breathing was thin. here you were. the girl he was obsessing over for months. begging him to fuck you in some corner of the library.
and the worst part was?
he was gonna deny you.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ felt his heart ache as you looked on the verge of tears when he pulled away with nothing but a grunt. he fixed your skirt and swiped off his stained hand on your inner thigh. “we've got studying.” he mumbled. he didn't know why he was doing this. didn't know why he was running away.
but every time you pawed at him. every time he saw that desperate look in your eye. that plea to just fuck you— he couldn't. no.
his mind starting spurring with what ifs. berates and insecurities and embarrassment because he just did that. he just fingered you in a public setting. uncoordinated and probably hopelessly clumsy.
his face was red. glasses fogged. but he wouldn't let you see that as he denied each of your advances and shuffled out of the library.
he needed a cold shower. forget that all of this happened.
forget the voice in his head telling him he'd fuck everything up if he even tried to fuck you.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ felt horrible, but now it was his turn to avoid you. he stopped talking, stopped looking, stopped interacting. and all of a sudden? you were trying to get back to normal. but for other reasons. he heard those little comments. knew that fucking beat inside of you was trying to make him snap. he couldn't take it. he almost did.
but he denied every advance you made. ignored the eyes you were giving him. the comments, the innuendos, everything.
he couldn't. he wouldn't embarrass himself like that. and you were getting frustrated.
because the guy you thought was one person. the personality you'd been falling in love with— you finally had a taste of him. you dreamt of that day in the library. how he held you. how he kissed you. how he spoke to you.
you wanted more. needed more. and when he didn't give it to you? well. . .
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was quite surprised when he opened his dorm door one night to be greeted by your lips. greedy and hasty as your hands snatched his collar. he stumbled back, grunting and wide eyed. but his body fell into rhythm. hands gripping your waist, heel kicking the door shut.
he scooped you up by the backs of your thighs, groaned loud and wrecked into your mouth. “fuck yeah babydoll. attagirl. knew you missed me.”
as he tumbled you both into his couch. hands roaming every inch he'd been dreaming of for three weeks straight. mouth worshipping your skin in a way he never did for any other girl.
completely unaware that as his head ducked between your thighs, as his tongue lathered all over and your hands gripped tuffs of his white hair in them—
you were imagining a pair of glasses perched atop it instead.
˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓝.𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 & 𝓑.𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ are twins you're fucking. . . but you think they're both the same person.
⤿ ꒰ you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person :: college au :: smut :: named twin :: m.masturbation :: f.oral :: overstimulation :: dumbification :: marking :: creampie :: panty stealing :: jealousy/possessiveness ꒱
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ is the guy you wanna be. gojo satoru is the top of all his classes. pretty boy valedictorian. yeah he's a little awkward and emotionally inept but that big of a brain has to come with some kinda catch no? he's quiet, cold, and observant. the one you don't notice at the back of the class— but ever ready to throw a sharp tongued comment. he's not very expressive about his more popular twin. in fact, he doesn't talk about him at all. silent and seething in his shadow.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ is the guy you wanna be with. gojo satoshi is the campus heartthrob. all smooth talk and bedroom eyes. walking like the world owed him something and grinning like it already gave it to him. yeah, he's a bit of a player. a fuckboy by nature but hey— the girls fawn for a reason, don't they? he'll ditch class for a ride round town. pick up another pretty thing with an engine rev and flip of his visor. he's a lot more vocal about his twin. teasing and belittling whenever he's nearby. but god knows he'll never seek him out willingly. he can't stand the smart talks and sharp eyes.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ knew he wanted you the second he saw you trotting outside campus. he was parked. occupied with his phone. but the second you passed by? he glanced up. and oh. he's never seen a girl so pretty. of course he did what he always did— threw some charming flirt. revved his bike. flipped his visor with a smooth, “haven't seen you around. you new here, pretty girl? need a tour?”
but when you just glared at him? huffed and gripped your bag tighter? something in his heart fluttered. he just had to chase after you.
“bad mood, sweetheart? lemme cheer you up. take you out sometime. get to know you better.” he crooned. absolutely not getting the hint until you spun around and jabbed a manicured nail to his chest.
“do me a favour and take a hike, won't you?”
and that, was the first day satoshi had ever been rejected. and he fucking loved it.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ met you in class the day after. you recognised him, of course. the white hair, those killer blue eyes. seemed he had glasses now. you glowered as you realised the only seat left was next to him. the jerk who couldn't take a hint yesterday. you sat yourself down. took out your books. focused on the lecture. relocating campuses after a semester wasn't the most ideal and you had tons of work to catch up on.
so of course you were even more frustrated when a tap on your shoulder interrupted you mid class.
“hey, do you have a spare pen?”
you snapped your gaze towards him. eyes narrowed. yesterday's irritation bubbling at the seams. “are you dumb or just stupid?”
you watched his eyes widened behind specs before he returned your glare with a hissed, “the fuck's your problem?”
“you are. now for the last time— leave me alone.”
and that's, how you made an enemy. completely, blissfully unaware that the man you were actually mad at was satoru's twin.
but for entire semester, you wouldn't know they were two separate people.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ would try his luck. you and him were in a thursday and friday class, and he'd use his every waking opportunity to grab your attention. flirts, charms, everything infuriating in between. he caught you in town once, rushing to get to campus and of course, offered you a ride.
“c'mon babydoll. is being late to class really better than takin' a ride with me?” he'd grin.
you'd flip him off. hiss another rejection. you knew about guys like him. you saw him in the hallways. loud, boisterous, flirting with any pair of pretty eyes that looked his way.
it confused you though. why'd he only flirt with you on thursdays and fridays? also where were his glasses?
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ would go on to be your enemy of the semester. ever since your altercation in class, he's made it his personal life goal to hate you with his entire being. unfortunately for him, you were also smart. but a bit too confident for your own good, it seemed. did you really think you could compete with him? and so began the most fiery academic rivalry in history.
you'd be neck in neck. fighting for first place as professor's pet and battling it out on the grade scoreboards.
he'd get an assignment back with a stellar 99%, only to look over at your measly 94%. he'd grin, like an asshole. “must be hard being such a loser, huh?”
only to crumple his next assignment into tight fists when you managed to get just one percentage higher than him.
he'd exchange banter with you. debate you in class. call you a brat when you tried to prove him wrong and challenge him.
you were brilliant and unfortunately, beautiful. satoru didn't know what was happening to him. it slowly became something that wasn't just academics. and that terrified him.
as for you? you were in the same boat. the last thing you wanted was to fall in love with this asshole. but you had to admit, he looked cuter when he decided to wear his glasses and tone down the fuckboy act every monday and tuesday.
why'd he switch so drastically through the week? what a weirdo.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ listened to his brother rant about the irritating girl that was his astrophysics desk partner. about how she was so unnecessarily rude and even more audacious. satoshi couldn't help but grin. was satoru, his loser of a brother, actually finding love? and when he found out that the girl in question was you? he couldn't blame him. he's been trying for months to get your number, let alone get up your skirt. he dubbed it as competitiveness. he's never had a girl reject him and thus— it's made him a little obsessed. he couldn't stop thinking about you. in bed, in the shower, hell, seeing you walk around campus and not even look at him was torture.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ hated himself for the way he turned out. he's not sure how it happened. just one day after a heated debate with you, he'd stormed off back to his dorm. collapsed in his desk. shoved his glasses into his hair. and soon, angry scribbling in his notes became desperate jerks of his hand as he fucked his fist. to the thought of you. that grating voice, that beautifully sharp mind. everything. he hated himself. hated that he was thinking about this. he wasn't satoshi. he didn't want girls like this— he sure as hell didn't fuck his fist this needy to one either. and yet when he spurted all over his hand, panting hard and whispering your name, it felt oddly right. it scared him.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ dragged satoru out at the end of semester to a party. told himself he was being a good brother. might as well try to get along, right? but satoru was so boring. he didn't drink, didn't chat, just sat in some corner with his headset on and scrolled through his phone. and satoshi? he was all over the place. bouncing and bubbling, bumping and grinding. a red solo cup in his hand. keeping as far as fucking away from his twin as possible. fuck. why'd he even bring him here?
his irritation washed away the second he saw you, however. dolled up, dangerous, looking like both sin and sugar. he left behind his friends, ignored whatever girl tried to come his way.
he found you at the drinks table. propped his forearm on it and grinned at your little glare.
“this isn't really your scene, babydoll. tagged along with someone?”
“a few friends.”
“wow. so she can be polite.”
you rolled your eyes and noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses. seemed that the fuckboy persona was on for the night. you bit back your questions and swirled your drink in your cup.
“you never give up, do you?” you mulled.
his head took a charming curve as he sipped his drink.
“not when I want something, no.” those blue eyes raked down your frame. tracing every curve. familiarising every inch.
he dared to lean closer. white lashes batting as his grin sets into a stunning smile.
“especially when that something is as a pretty as you.”
your heart fluttered. you shouldn't have talked to him. shouldn't have kept talking to him.
you're not sure how it happened. maybe finally accepting his flirts. maybe after months of touching yourself to the academic rivalry. this heated push and pull between the both of you.
you should have known better, but— you did it. you let satoshi take you to his dorm.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ has been around the block. his touch dripped with experience. he unclasped your bra with ease. barely missed a beat in kisses. large hands roaming your sweet body he's been dreaming about since the start of semester. not an inch of hesitance in his fingertips as he slipped under your dress and dragged your damp panties down. “such a pretty girl,” he crooned to your ear. how many girls had he said that to? how many did he mean it?
he's been after you for months. chasing, wanting— yearning. satoshi never yearned. he got everything he ever wanted in life.
maybe that's why he loved having to work for you. for your smooth body on his bed, opened up and so soaked for him. maybe that's why he actually took his time. mouthing on your skin. burying his face in your cunt.
he only ever ate women out as a way to get them ready. courtesy, if anything. but now? fuck, he's never actually feasted on a girl. with his hands, calloused from endless hours on his bike, dragging your thighs over. trapping you. mouth messily moving on your slit. slurping, sucking, shaking his head and nudging his nose into your clit.
he fucked you on his tongue. made you cum on it more than any girl ever has. and as you gripped his hair and whined for him? not some prissy comment or attitude? he almost came in his pants.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ couldn't even care less if you didn't suck him off. he didn't even want you to. he needed to be inside of you. needed to hold you down and fuck you into his sheets. make the girl who was so unattainable finally his.
the second he was buried to the hilt inside your welcoming pussy— he couldn't breathe. you were hot, tight, suffocating him with your dripping slick and clenching cunt. he's had many girls in this position before. but no one looked up at him with those eyes. no one sounded this sweet. made him lose his fucking mind.
satoshi wasn't gentle. he couldn't be. the second his tip smooched your cervix, his hands clamped on your waist as his hips started snapping. hard, controlled. an experienced rhythm that stuffed all his inches deep into your gooey heat and meshed your clit with his pelvis.
“fuuckk, babydoll,” he groaned from the back of his throat. hunching over you. one hand gripped your hip while the other slipped around to cup the back of your head.
he was losing himself. losing his fucking mind. the bed creaked. headboard tapped. but your pretty moans were all he was focused on. your sweet whimpers and little whines as he alternated rhythms. rolled his hips. went from grinding to humping to thrusting, until your toes curled and your back lurched off of the bed.
pretty nails down his back. teary doll eyes on him as your slick dripped down his balls and splattered all over his thighs with each firm thrust.
your lips parted. eyes glossed. he saw it. cradled your head close and slipped a thumb to your clit. he knew what it meant. saw his name on your tongue.
a groan built on his. thrusts surging into wet, rushed slaps pounding against your ass.
“say it for me baby. c'mon, say my name.”
“s-sat— sato—. . .” your eyes fluttered. head thrown back. loud and needy, your moan broke into the air.
“satoru!”
and broke satoshi's mind.
you didn't know any better. they're both reffered to as “gojo” in class and you've only heard one other person refer to one of them as “satoru”. you thought that was his name. thought they were one person.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ frozen. stiffened mid thrust as the last syllables stung his ear. satoru. satoru. his twin brother? did you really just fucking call for his twin while he's balls deep inside of you. making your cunt cream and cry for him. making you— wait.
didn't satoru say you were rude to him for no reason at all?
satoshi's mind worked fast. piecing the puzzle and timeline together. you confused satoru for him back then. he didn't know whether to be amused or angry.
amused because, how in the hell did you think they were the same person?
angry because, he's the one who's been working his ass off for you attention— and it's his brother's name that you call instead?
either way, he grinned. halfway a threat and a taunt. “oh?” he crooned, bucking his hips hard into yours so that his fully seathed cock dragged on all of your sweet spots.
he leaned over you. white hair dusting over icy blues. your jaw trapped in his strong hand.
“you want toru baby? want me to go get him for you?”
your confused look almost had him cackling. before he slammed! into you again. hands bundling your thighs. grin turned sharp. he yanked you down to choke your cunt on his cock and jerked forward. pounding you into the mattress and snapping the headboard into the wall as your moans pitched into cries.
“sato—!”
he gripped your jaw tight. shoved two fingers on your tongue before you said his name again and made satoshi fuck you until you were a limp cumdump.
“satoshi.” he corrected with a pointed sneer. his rabid pace not once letting up. frustration pulsed into every vein of his ramming cock.
“satoshi. satoshi.” he grit, punctuating each repeat of his name with a rough thrust.
“satoshi's the one fucking you. not satoru. satoru's my fuckin' twin. I'm the one fucking this pretty cunt stupid. I'm the one you should be calling for.”
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't give you time to process the fact that you'd thought he and his brother were one person. egged on from the frustration of wanting someone more than he's ever wanted anyone— only to have them moan out his twin's name— spurred his mind feral.
he pounded you into his sheets. pummeling your poor pussy until you squirted all over him. again, and again, and again— until you were saying his name. whining his name. sobbing his name.
he's not sure how many rounds he fucked you through. three? four? he pushed and pulled you into whatever position he could think of. threw your legs over his shoulders and fucked you until your eyes crossed. shoved you onto your stomach and pounded against your ass until your drool stained his pillow.
he couldn't care about finally having you anymore. if you wanted to act dumb— he'd fuck you stupid. fuck his silly girl who couldn't tell the obvious difference between him and his brother who actively despises him.
he made sure it was his name you knew. made sure you knew it was him inside of you. his cock making you cum. his hands holding you through it. and for extra measure? he sucked his name in hickeys on your collarbone.
TOSHI in blushing bruises.
he made sure to cum inside. creampie you nice and full until it was dripping. then snatched your panties and wiped the mess clean with them. he stashed them away for later.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ stirred the next morning to you shuffling out of his arms. he tried to pull you in, kiss your head, but you were up and frantic. he cracked an eye open, watching as you shuffled out of bed and searched for your clothes. you looked almost panicked. he couldn't help but grin at the sight of your nude body prancing around his room, littered in all the marks he'd given you.
he propped his head onto one of his hands, brow arched and grin audacious. “something wrong, babydoll?”
oh, there's that glare he loved. only now you looked utterly embarrassed. flushed face and glossy eyes as you clumsily pulled on your clothes.
“shut up.” you mumbled, but made the mistake of looking in the mirror. you saw it. hickies spelling out his name. the night crashed back into you.
right. you thought the twins were one fucking person.
satoshi could only grin. tilting his head and pouting. as if he felt sorry for you.
“awww baby, embarrassed? 's okay. it was cute.” he sat up, raking his eyes that grew progressively darker down your wrecked frame.
“just a reminder. that it wasn't toru fucking that sweet cunt. toshi bruised those pretty thighs up, kay?”
he snickered as you tossed a pillow at him. still called you babydoll as you called him creep.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ texted his brother the same day.
“the fuck did you dip to? could have told me.”
he nearly broke his phone at the reply.
“sorry. your little rival was all over me. had to take care of her.”
satoru stared at his phone. telling himself it was fine. that he shouldn't be mad. he didn't feel a fucking thing for you— why should he care?
maybe because satoshi always got the girls.
maybe because he hated him.
he shoved his phone into his pocket. got up and went to class. you weren't looking at him. guilt riddled in your stare that remained forward.
fucking. great. of course you were just like every other girl on this campus.
he was in a mood all day. avoided his brother like he always did and kept to himself. all he wanted was to get to his dorm, kick off his shoes, study, maybe read some manga, play on his switch.
so imagine his surprise when he found a crumpled pair of cum-filled panties strewn over his bed and heard the familiar engine rev from outside his window?
it didn't take a genius to know whose those were.
his hands trembled. glasses fogged and slipped down his nose. red swarmed his vision.
satoru didn't quite know how to throw a punch, but he's never wanted to break his brother's jaw more.
why does no one write loreya fanfiction?! i’d expect their tag on ao3 to be filled and centered around them since they’re a very popular avatar ship (they barely get any scenes) but mannnn my disappointment when i only found a few…
this was originally a response to another post but it seems OP blocked me for it so idk if people can still see/interact with said response but heck it i spent a fair while collecting the panels/typing it up so i'm just transferring it over to a new post for anyone else who might be interested in readin'
"Neteyam has to act like a full grown adult [and we should feel bad for him because of this]"
No. Neteyam acts mature because that's his personality, not because it's been forced on him. He chooses to. The idea that he is forced against his will to "act grown-up" and is miserable about it is fanon, not canon.
James Cameron on Neteyam (from the WoW bonus features): "Jamie Flatters plays Neteyam, he's the older brother. He's kind of the guy who most wants to be Jake. He wants to be that warrior."
Jamie Flatters in that same clip:"He just pretty much wants to walk in the footsteps of his father. He's constantly seeking approval [from Jake]"
Note that neither of these, nor anything from the movie or comics, mention anything about external "expectations" or "pressure". Any "pressure" Neteyam experiences to live up to Jake's legacy comes from himself, not from external expectations that have been forced on him. Neteyam WANTS to be a warrior. He WANTS to be like his father and do brave mature grown-up things.
And for the most part, he's pretty good at it too. He's the "golden child" who "excels in all things", the youngest Omatikaya warrior to ever make a clean kill on a sturmbeest. He's strong, smart, brave, noble, and highly skilled for his age.
He knows this, and he wants to do more. Neteyam seeks out more responsibility, especially where fighting is concerned, and it's actually Jake who is hesitant to give it to him, because naturally he fears for his son's life (a very fair and well-founded fear, all things considered :P).
In fact, on the rare occasion that Neteyam does disobey orders, it's in this context of wanting to be part of these adult matters.
"he's too busy training and patrolling instead of acting his age" He is acting his age. His age is "cusp of adulthood". He's not quite there just yet, no, but he's getting close and is eager to get there. He trains and patrols with his parents because HE WANTS TO. He begs to participate in warrior's work.
And if by "act his age" you meant "do teenager things like tease his brother, snicker about immature things, hang out and goof off," etc., guess what he does that too
[originally had a list of relevant GIFs here but tumblr decided it was allergic to them apparently; anyways you can find them all here]
As for looking after his siblings, as a certified Oldest Sibling™ myself, I can assure you that parents expecting you to help look out for and set a good example for your younger siblings is very normal and nowhere near the mountain the fandom seems to make of this molehill.
There are valid reasons to feel sorry for Neteyam—he, like the rest of his family, had to leave his home and start over in a new unfamiliar place among a new clan of strangers with unfamiliar customs. He—not unlike Lo'ak!—desperately wants a chance to prove himself to Jake, and is frustrated when his dad doesn't want to let him participate in battle. And, of course, the big one—his life was tragically taken far too soon.
But "overworked little sadboi who just wants to Be A Kid™ but can't because his meanie parents force him to act like a Grownup™ because he's under Pressure™ to be the perfect future olo'eyktan" is not one of those reasons. That's pure fanfiction and a fundamental misunderstanding of his character. Neteyam is not "wannabe-carefree kid trapped under the crushing weight of expectations forced upon him against his will"—rather, he is "talented noble young warrior who wants to live up to his legendary father of his own volition and strives to do so".
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