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Your friends were bad for you, especially when they teased you for being a virgin.
Being a virgin in university was not a crime, nor was it bad... but your friends made you feel like a baby for it. Always cooing at you, saying things like "Don't talk about your sex life! Y/N's here!" before covering your ear with playful gasps, as if you were some innocent 4 year old.
It annoyed you to no end, so you started decided to put plan "begin your sex life" into action. Scoping out the boys in your lecture halls, on campus, are cafe's... everywhere. You hadn't found anyone until you visited an infamous frat part hosted by a man everyone knew on campus.
Suguru Geto. Playboy, fuckboy, almost every other girl has heard of how ungodly of a dicking he gave... and his infamous labret lip piercing.
You actually had eyed up Nanami at first, ticking off your mental checklist. He had money, if you fell pregnant he would be responsible, he's nice to you in your criminal law lectures. He was perfect! Your innocent smile must have attracted the wolves in the dark, as just as you were about to approach the blond haired man, someone's arm slid around you shoulders.
Wide, confused eyes, meeting purple irises with a small glint in them. The man's hair was tied up into a short half up, half down, silky black locks resting on his shoulder. That infamous lip piercing, those soft lips, that sweet alluring voice speaking against your ear, separated from the rest of the loud party.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you at one of my parties," Suguru purred.
"Oh I'm just—"
"I heard whispers from the grapevine that you were looking for someone to take your virginity, is that right?" He cooed at you, taking the opportunity to twirl a lock of your hair in his hand, his other large hand holding onto a can of Pepsi. A small chuckle escaping his lips at the blush spreading across your cheeks when you darted your gaze away. So fucking adorable, he thought.
Frantic eyes darting away, you refused to look at him. It was so embarrassing for him to know. Not to mention, how did he even know?
Amidst the smell of sex, sweat and alcohol in the loud, raging party, all you could focus on was Suguru's piercing gaze on you. The way he licked his bottom lip, his piercing shifting slightly from the movement. "Uhm... how'd you know about that? I didn't tell anyone.." you muttered, seeing as you had only ever told the nerdy guy you sat next to at the anime club on Thursdays, Gojo— oh. oh.
His best friend. Of course Suguru would know, since Satoru wasn't able to keep his mouth shut about a single thing.
"How I know, is not important," Suguru hummed to you before giving some random guy passing by his half drunk Pepsi can, flashing a charming smile before turning his attention back to you. "What is important... is the guy you're choosing, and so far I'm not likin' the looks you're giving Kento."
"Yeah, but I sadly can’t choose Satoru since he's already dating suk—" you were speaking, before cutting yourself off with a frozen look. Suguru's soft lips pressing gently against your forehead.
"I'm not talking about Satoru. I'm talking about me."
...
You don't even know how you ended up here. In Suguru's bedroom. With a naked Suguru, and a naked you.
Your soft cheeks and the tips of your ears felt like they were on fire, the tip of your nose itching from the haze of being in bed with one of the hottest people on campus. Clammy hands, and spread legs as you were overthinking every minuscule detail. Small whines and whimpers slipping past your lips as you wished to keep those embarrassing noises inside.
Suguru grumbled, looking up from between your legs. His hair a mess, his mouth, lips and chin dripping from your slick. "Hey. Eyes on me, and stop hiding your moans..." he trailed off when lowering his head again and suckling on your clit, flicking kitten licks over the sensitive nub, "...you sound so good."
Needy whines and moans escaped your pursed lips, as you arched your back and dug your hands into his hair, "...S-sugu... mm-mh.."
"fuck yeah, moan for me," a muffled groan came out from between your thighs, drowned out by the lewd and loud suckling and slurping. His hands kneading your hips, keeping you close, while your thighs tightened, keeping his head trapped against your leaking, wet pussy. "More.." you moaned out for him, a little embarrassed.
He let out a wet chuckle from between his erotic groans. "Yeah? Want more?"
He slipped a finger inside your tight little hole, making your hips buck up, and you bite down on your bottom lip from the sensation. Curling it to rub up on your gummy walls, he licked around your folds and pussys lips, before doubling down on his licking at your clit.
A second finger soon slipped inside, making you moan in a loud, lewd tone. Your walls were beginning to quiver, a new sensation taking over your body. "w-wait–"
"shh, just let it happen doll.. fuck, just cum on my tongue.."
You drawled out a moan of his name, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching, pushing out your tits into the air. Nipples pebbled, and a warm, numbing feeling washing down your waist. Warm liquid trickling down your thighs, as Suguru groaned deeply and eagerly suckled up your cum, fingers digging into the plush of your hips.
He pulled away after about a minute, breathless with your cum dripping down his chin and completely coating the lower half of his face. He wiped it with the back of his hand before a lazy smirk took over his lip.
"Didn't know you were such a slut... cumming all over my tongue like that and moaning my name."
"it's embarrassing... don't talk about it," you muttered in the haze of bliss, heating up your face when Suguru shifted to be on top of you, your thighs spread and wet pussy rubbing against his navel. You could feel his erection, hard and striking brush against your ass when he damn near folded you in half.
"don't talk about it? Are you fucking serious? it's all I can think about right now..." he trailed off, eyes lustfully gazing over the naked you pinned beneath him.
“Do you even realise—” Suguru huffed before grabbing the length of his dick, pre cum dribbling down onto your wet pussy lips. He rubbed the head over your folds, before gently parting your folds to start pushing the thick head of his cock inside your tight, wet hole. “—just how much I’ve wanted you?”
You hiccuped softly, beginning to whine and claw down his back. Bringing him down closer down against you, “h-huh? Whatddya mean..?” You drawled, moaning when the thick head of his sock popped inside your hole. He let out a guttural groan, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “H-hurt… go slow,” you whined softly, feeling the initial pain. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Shh.. shh.. I’ll be gentle, baby just—just f-fuck.. don’t squeeze me like that..”
He started to thrust. He was… surprisingly gentle with his hips, knowing exactly how to touch you and tease you without making you burst into tears from the pain. “F-fuckfuckfuck… you’re gonna make me blow my load on the s-spot..!” He groaned before letting out a small needy whine against your neck.
“You s-seriously never noticed? I literally asked for your number on orientation week..!”
You whined against his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you were being fucked dumb, just a floor above one of the loudest parties you’d ever been to. His cock slipping in and out of your walls with ease, the lewd shlicks telling a story between the creaking on the bed. The stretch of having a cock inside you for the first time was… painful, you wouldn’t lie about it.
“W-whennn? I don’t remember—” you whined between moans and whimpers, before hitching your breath when realising what he was talking about.
His purple eyes, big dorky glasses, black silky hair in a messy bun, and pursed lips as he gave you his phone with trembling hands. Talking about wanting to get your number, and about to introduce himself… before feeling his phone quickly given back to him and seeing you run off into the distance.
You blushed at the memory, knowing why you had ran away.
“I— *hic* I was scareddd.. you were the first guy who asked for my number and I got s-scareddd..” you let out a small needy whine, tightening your arms around his neck and scratching, leaving red lines on his muscular, sweaty back. Moans escaping your lips without control.
His thrusts got faster, deeper, as he cooed and shushed you against your ear. His lips pressing kisses all over your neck, before sucking small purple hickeys. The thick head of his cock pressing against your gummy cervix, the squishy head prodding at it insistently.
Before you felt another orgasm wash through you. Moaning, “S-Sugu..” out against his shoulder with a lewd cry.
His thrusts got wetter, his balls now covered in your slick cum, slapping against your ass. His plunging cock slowly slowing down, even if he didn’t get to cum himself yet. A gentle kiss was pressed against your forehead again, before your eyes met his purple ones that seemed so soft under the moonlight that flickered through the blinds of his window. The room smelled of sex and sweat now, but Suguru wasn’t nearly done with your body.
“…you wanna get my number now, doll?”
You nodded to him, hiccuping softly with a pout when you felt emotions wash over you. The hottest guy in your university had asked you out—and you had run away scared when he did.
“And hey—those friends you told me about? Yeah. Not happening. You hang out with me now.”
Translated works without permission (mine and possibly other tumblr authors)
3 of my works have been translated without my permission and it is among the 373 translated tumblr fics on this Wattpad account @ Mel_Potter_Black. Based on my case with them, I have a feeling that they also have not approached and asked for permission from a lot of tumblr authors.
Their translated works include: 186 Theodore Nott fics, 40 Percy Jackson tumblr fics, 50 James Potter fics, 25 Luke Castellan fics, 49 Mattheo Riddle fics, 23 Draco Malfoy fics.
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First and foremost, I have explicitly stated on my pinned Tumblr post that I do not want my works translated or redistributed elsewhere.
Long story short, there were a lot of red flags that this account has displayed.
They blocked someone who had questioned them if they had my permission to translate my works.
They have never even reached out to me asking for permission.
They translated my works even though I have stated very clearly that I do not want my works translated.
They never replied to me and even deleted my comment politely asking them to remove my work because they never had my permission and that I don’t want my works translated (though, fortunately they did remove the translated works as asked, so at least that’s the plus side). This once again wiped clean evidence of permission issue on their account, very much continuing a “covering up their track” behavior.
They also translated one of the original author’s usernames into Portuguese too, which is strange and improper crediting because that defeats the whole point of crediting overall, as readers won't even be able to trace back to the original author at all (especially if you are not linking to the original work or the original author’s page, which they are not doing).
Given their highly questionable and suspicious behaviors to my case (did not ask for my permission, translated works from an author who does not want their works translated, attempted to hide the fact that they have never gotten permission from me (the original author), blocked those who question it, shows signs of improper crediting), I have reasons to suspect that many tumblr authors of the other 370 translated works on this Wattpad account also do not know that their works have been translated, and that this Wattpad account have translated without their permission and/or improperly credit them.
I did contemplate for a while whether to write and publish about this too. However, I feel like it’s all too suspicious for me to just ignore and 300+ fics is a lot. Also, the fact that they straight up blocked the person who questioned if they had my permission implied that they must feel like what they are doing is not right.
So…if you are a tumblr writer of any of the characters mentioned above (especially Theodore Nott because 186 is INSANE if most of them don't have the original author's permissions and/or authors don’t want their works translated), just be aware that your works may have been translated without permission. And if the issue of translation without permission is personally important to you, maybe check to see if your works are on their account.
PS. Though, please don’t send them death threats or something like that. They could be a child who doesn’t know any better for all we know.
Oh my God, you only found out about this now? I've known since I was ten years old and started reading fanfiction. Literally all the famous fanfics are translated into Portuguese without anyone allowing it, and most of the fanfics on Wattpad are originally from Tumblr. The thing is, something I notice in my country, and which seems to be different in others, is that fanfiction here isn't treated as a big deal, so people kind of don't care if it's by someone else or not. And there's also the fact that many people in my country don't know English, especially young people like children and pre-teens
This is obviously a horrible thing, stealing other people's stories, but I discovered Tumblr because of this, because people said these stories came from here, and honestly, this will continue to happen because if they only discovered it now after years of it happening, it's impossible for it to end
Hey random question, do you have any songs from Brazil you recommend someone if they trying to expand their playlist to other countries music? Curious what your most played songs are?
Hi! Yes, for sure, I'll create a playlist with various styles like MPB, sertanejo, rock, rap, reggae and other things that are popular here in Brazil
I am very happy to see people wanting to hear more about the culture of my country!! 💕
These are some that I made recently! I'll be adding more over time, my favorites are
MPB
Aliança - Tribalistas
Oceano - Djavan
Velha infância - tribalistas
Mina do condomínio - Seu jorge
Ainda gosto dela - skank
Meu novo mundo - Charlie Brown Jr.
Zoió de Lula - Charlie Brown Jr.
Só os loucos sabem - Charlie Brown Jr.
Tenta acreditar - Anavitória
Anjos - Verene Vai Venus
RAP
A vida é desafio - Racionais mc's
Jorge da Capadócia - Racionais mc's
Amanhecer - BK
A meu favor - Filipe Ret
Perdição - L7nnon
Solto - Djonga
Amina - Tasha e Traice
Fuso - Duquesa
100 mili - Ebony
Da onde eu venho - Filipe Ret
SERTANEJO
Boate azul - Bruno e Marrone
Coração Bandido - Marília Mendonça
Decida - Milionário e José Rico
Um degrau na escada - Chico Rey e Paraná
Sou eu - Rick e Renner
Deixaria tudo - Leonardo
Páginas de amigos - Xitãozinho e Xororo
FUNK
Edit do chico moedas - Mc Saci
Chega de tristeza amor - Mc Faísca
Eu vou cuspir - DJ Yan Marioto
Savage funk - Anitta
Vai malandra - Anitta
Thainá thainá - Mc Nito
Sequência cunt - Pedro Sampaio
Sequência feiticeira - Pedro Sampaio
Jetski - Pedro Sampaio
REGGAE
Me namora - Edu Ribeiro
Tudo vai dar certo - Natiruts
Sorri, sou rei - Natiruts
...
please, my Brazilian friends, recommend more songs to me!! I included these because they were the first ones that came to mind 😭😭
And I apologize for the delay, I had forgotten and haven't been on Tumblr recently!
my fav is jason! i grew up with justice league/unlimited and batman 2004, so batman was/is my fav superhero. i always associated dick with robin as a kid, so he was my "fav" batboy for a time before i became more familiar with the lore. i think what drew me into jason initially was the bad boy aesthetic, only to learn what a tragic character he is (i have a thing for tragic broken men lol). and the under the red hood movie made me absolutely fall in love. what i love most about jason is his complexities. he's a "bad boy" who rides a motorcycle while wearing a leather jacket and slinging guns. but he's also a book nerd who loves jane austen and is awkward and clumsy af with his emotions. his strained relationship with bruce where he loves his dad but can't really forgive/forget what happened between them and how it went down. at the end of the day, i love each batboy and the batfamily as a whole, but jason peter todd will forever be one of, if not, my favourite character of all time 😌 thank you for allowing me to rant lol.
I also really like Jason!! When I found out about him I couldn't believe it, I love how he is, what he shows himself to be, but he also has tastes that you wouldn't expect. Not to mention that I perfectly understand his criticisms of Bruce because since I was a child I hated Batman's excessive moralism
And please feel free to vent or say whatever you want, I love to talk and see different opinions 💕💕
Okay, now a very important question: what was the reason you chose your favorite Batboys? What happened to make you simply like Dick, Jason, Tim, or Demian?
I have the impression that out of all four Batboys, Tim is the least popular, and I really want to know why, since he's my favorite 😭😭
Being from another country where English isn't spoken is both a curse and a blessing. I can literally write a fanfic that would be mediocre in my original language but is like Shakespeare's reincarnation in English. BUT it's a curse when I want to write a fanfic based on a song from my country but can't recommend it because nobody would understand
Like, how come you guys won't understand when I write "how can I be friends with someone I loved so much?" and you won't get the reference!!
In Brazil, what we have most of all are songs that, if you stop to think about it, are perfect for fanfiction, like sertanejo (which is like country music)
And speaking of which, this song is perfect for certain characters; every time I hear it, it just reminds me of them (please, Brazilian readers and writers, tell me if you understand this 😭)
Well, for those who don't speak my language, the video title is literally "Is gojo good for sex? (scientific analysis)" YES, that's exactly what you saw
Since I'm very curious, I'm going to make this (happy) sacrifice of watching the video and commenting on what the guy said. 😌
I wouldn’t really call it a headcanon, just an uncomfortable truth. When Gege was asked who Mai’s first crush was, he answered Megumi, or possibly Maki, so yeah….We also know that Naoya took advantage of Mai. At the very least, this tells us that incest within the Zenin clan isn’t uncommon.
Gojo also mentioned that the higher ups have outdated views, which makes me think that marriages between cousins are still practiced among the three great clans.
I believe it's something that's maintained in the great families of sorcerers. I'm thinking of writing a one-shot showing Satoru being forced to marry his cousin and how that affects EVERYTHING, but I still don't know if it will be a fanfic with a closed or open ending, and I'm very afraid of trying to show a dark side and unintentionally romanticizing it because of my country's culture
Well, I have a headcanon that a lot of people are going to hate and think doesn't make sense, but I don't care!! It's this: in the Jujutsu world, the elite families there probably practice incest. Like, it's not a culture, but if they see that bringing two people from the same family together can produce a stronger child, they'll do it, and that would make a good fanfic. It doesn't even need to be romanticized, just showing how it works
Why are there almost no Hal Jordan fanfics??? Why aren't there any fanfics about him that don't portray him as an old man??? I want him to be 25 to 35 years old!! I want him to be a conceited jerk!! I want him to be controversial!! I want hot fanfics of him like that!!!
He's hot when he's young, and I need fanfics where he's described that way 😭😭😭😭
I just saw a video on TikTok where someone was talking about the political ideology of superheroes, and they said that Batman is right-wing, Batman... right-wing...
I don't like Batman and I'm left-wing, and I'm incredulous at that statement
! Damian would scowl when Bruce first tells him about his toddler sibling.
“A replacement already? At this size?”
But when he sees the kid clinging to Alfred’s trousers, staring up at him with wide innocent eyes, he feels something stir. Not that he’d admit it. Ever.
! He never calls them by their name at first. It’s always “little one” or “small nuisance.” But it sticks, and it becomes oddly affectionate. By the time he does call them by name, it carries way more weight.
! Damian tries to hand the toddler a practice sword.
Bruce: “Absolutely not.”
Damian: “It’s foam.”
Bruce: “…Fine.”
Toddler waves it wildly, smacks Damian in the shin. Damian just glares. “Unrefined. We’ll work on it.”
! Damian brings the toddler to see Batcow. “This is Batcow. She is nobler than most people you’ll ever meet.”
The toddler immediately tries to climb on Batcow’s back. Damian panics: “No! She is not a steed for— fine. Just this once.” He hovers nervously while Batcow stands perfectly still with the toddler giggling on her back.
! Toddler falls asleep on the couch, toy still clutched in hand. Damian notices, huffs, then drapes his cloak over them.
If anyone walks in and comments, he growls, “Say a word and you’ll regret it.”
! Damian pretends to hate when the toddler grabs food from his plate. “This is mine. Not yours.” But he always pushes something over anyway, muttering, “Fine. Take it. But only because you’re weak and need the nourishment.”
! The toddler is scribbling nonsense with crayons. Damian sits beside them, pretending to be disinterested.
Two minutes later, he’s fully invested, sketching elaborate dragons while the toddler shrieks happily.
When Alfred walks by, Damian slams a hand over the paper. “These are… tactical maps. Not… doodles.”
! Toddler is pulling random books off the shelves. Damian storms in. “Careful! That tome is older than you by centuries.”
Toddler just hugs the book to their chest. Damian sighs, takes it gently back, and replaces it. Then he fetches a children’s storybook instead, sitting stiffly beside them while he reads in his clipped, formal voice.
! Toddler wants to play hide and seek. Damian rolls his eyes.
“Your hiding skills are abysmal.”
But then he spends an hour teaching them how to breathe quietly, how to fit under furniture, how to stay perfectly still. Bruce walks in later to find the toddler crouched like a mini-assassin under a table. Damian just says, “Training.”
! Toddler repeats something Jason says like “Dami is bossy.”
Damian freezes. “Who taught you this slander?”
But when the toddler giggles and pokes his chest, Damian actually… smiles. Just a little.
! No one knows this, but when it’s his turn to watch the toddler, Damian tells them old League of Assassins stories (carefully edited for violence).
His voice softens in the dark, and the toddler drifts off mid-sentence. Damian always pauses, staring at them with a strange, warm ache.
! The first time the toddler says “Dami” instead of Damian, he freezes.
“That is not my name,” he insists.
But later, when no one’s around, he kneels down and quietly says, “Yes, little one. Dami is...okay”
! Toddler refuses to eat broccoli. Damian refuses to yield.
“You will not leave this table until you finish.”
Toddler crosses their arms. “No.”
Ten minutes later, they’re both glaring at each other like generals in a standoff. Jason walks in and bursts out laughing.
! When the toddler manages something small, like building a block tower or climbing onto the couch by themselves, Damian crosses his arms and nods solemnly.
“Impressive. You learn quickly. You will surpass the others in no time.”
The toddler beams, not realizing Damian means it.
! Damian draws the toddler sleeping sometimes. Not portraits, but sketches that capture their tiny hands, messy hair, or the way they clutch their stuffed animal. He never shows anyone.
It’s his way of protecting the innocence he knows he lost too soon.
! The toddler toddles into the training room, dragging a blanket. Damian pauses mid-sword swing.
“You’ll trip in here, little one.”
The toddler plops down on the mat and claps. “Again, Dami!”
Damian exhales, then executes the move flawlessly, finishing with a bow. The applause makes him hide a smile.
! Alfred pours tea. The toddler gets a little plastic cup. Damian lifts his own, clinks it against theirs.
“Proper etiquette is crucial” he says, dead serious.
The toddler blows bubbles in their cup.
Damian sighs. “…We’ll try again tomorrow.”
! Toddler: “No sleep.”
Damian: “Sleep is essential for combat readiness.”
Toddler: “No.”
Ten minutes later: the toddler is snoring in Damian’s lap while he sits cross-legged, book in hand. He hasn’t moved a muscle, afraid to wake them.
! The toddler takes one of his sketchbooks and scribbles on a page. Damian snatches it back.
“You’ve ruined the shading!”
Toddler beams, proud of their “art.”
Damian pinches the bridge of his nose… and later tucks the page away in his desk instead of throwing it out.
! Toddler presses their hands against the glass, watching raindrops race. Damian silently picks a droplet and traces it with his finger until it wins.
The toddler gasps. “Yours won!”
Damian smirks faintly. “Of course it did.”
! Toddler waddles into the bathroom where Damian is brushing his teeth.
Without a word, Damian lifts them up onto the counter and hands them a tiny toothbrush.
They brush side by side, both scowling at their reflections like it’s serious business.
! Toddler proudly hands Damian a crayon drawing: a stick figure with a cape and a smaller one holding hands.
Damian stares. “…This is supposed to be us?”
Toddler nods furiously.
Damian clears his throat, softer: “Acceptable likeness.” He pins it above his desk.
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