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give me (black) not-so-bimbo reader x rafe cameron :P

rafe cameron and his not-so-bimbo girlfriend! sure she dresses in all pink and her tits are huge, but, she’s super smart and doesn’t like to be reduced to her high fashion and pretty face.

sometimes, you notice people tend to glance at you once and think they have it all figured out about you, but little do they know that you go to stanford and you’re the best on the debate team!

“well how did rafe and not-so-bimbo reader meet?”

well, a while back (just a few months) you were lounging on the beach, glad there was no wind due to you multitasking of studying and going back and forth from the water with your friends, rafe noticed you and your white swimsuit a mile away! he puffed his chest out and sat next to you, languidly watching you as your eyes flicker between the words on the pages. one of your friends called your name and you look up, laughing at whatever they were doing and contently hummed to yourself. you took a quick look around and locked eyes with rafe, your heart jumping out your chest.

“oh! can i help you?” you ask, giggling a bit. you did find it weird this strange man sat next to you, but you’re always up to make new friends! rafe smiles at you and looks you up and down as if you weren’t there! he clears his throat and speaks up, “i’m rafe cameron. you don’t know me?” he smirks, leaning on his hand. you scrunch your eyebrows and giggle again. “no? well, i’m also not from here, sorry.” you smile, your face lighting up. rafe nods to himself and licks his lips. “where ya from?” he asks , taking the book out of your hands and slowly thumbing through the pages.

“oh! i’m from san francisco! i go to standford.” you explain. peering over at rafe while he looked through your textbook. “right right. so, why’re ya’ down here?” he asks, his eyes still focused on your textbook. lots and lots of legal terms… “i’m just here for my friend’s birthday! i’ll be leaving soon.” you explain, tucking a stray hair from your knotless braids back into your bun. he closes the text book and slides it back over to you, standing up and bringing a hand out to pick you up. “wanna get snow cones?” he asks.

“sure!”

i didn’t know how to end this i’ll be back

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

writing fanficiton is so hard like turning this lil Drabble into maybe a one shot/full story and then I burn out cause I’m no longer motivated and focus on something else or I am motivated but I’m procrastinating at the same time because wdym I have to make an actual story line with no plot holes?? wdym I have to actually explain stuff and create backstories like I was just writing in the moment :( this is the same for drabbles btw procrastination and burning out like a firework are my archenemies.

AND THEN I read a rlly rlly good fanfic/ one shot / Drabble and I get inspired by the idea and I start writing right? it can last for a couple of months, to a week, to maybe an hour. idk i think it might be attention span problems or mb I’m undiagnosed.

this might’ve not have made sense cause I’m rlly just rambling BUT isn’t it funny how I’m complaining about writing anything but I’m doing it rn. no not funny? okay goodbye.

You’d think as a writer I’d be good at spelling. You’d think.

Guys I feel like a nonchalant dreadhead/emotionally distant dad on here.

Basically I had (like a really long time ago bout a year or two) put out a suggestion post for ppl to give me smth to write abt and long story short I never did it 😭 like I maybe did one before I quit halfway.

I am so sorry my dear followers to whoever requested me I have failed you, I have dishonored you, and I have disgraced you. Tis all my fault me and my burnt out issues/attention span/whatever undiagnosed thing I have.

However I might do them. Idk

LMAOOO I CAN'T WITH THIS IM SORRY Y'ALL

Are you accepting requests at the moment? If you are I'd like to request for things that Kirishima says when fucking me since I loved the Bakugo one ❤️❤️❤️

Things Kirishima Would Say While Fucking You

warnings: Kirishima being a sweetheart, ughh I love him so much, smut, praise kink, riding, and cursing also he goes hard on you.

“Such a pretty girl for me huh?”

“This might hurt a bit sweetie”

“Don’t worry I got you hon.”

“Tell me if you wanna stop okay.”

“Im taking it slow I don’t wanna hurt ya after all? You want me to go full hard on you? So naughty for me baby.”

“So good for me yeah beautiful bouncing on my cock for me.”

“Fuck..does it feel good?”

“Darling- oh god!…you take me so good.”

“I want to fuck you all night long so will you let me sweetie?”

“Don’t be shy baby show me what your made of.”

“Am I to big for you? Don’t worry I’ll ease you in.”

“Such a tiny little pussy for me to fuck huh?

“Don’t fall on me now love .”

“You comfortable sweets?”

“Why’re you crying beautiful? Is my love to much for you.”

“I can stop if you like baby.”

“Such a good girl for taking my cock so good yeah?”

“I love the way you scream my name darlin.”

“I can fuck you all day and night just tell me when.”

“I love you so much it’s killing me sweetheart.”

“Fuck-! Yeah right there beautiful.”

“Your so perfect laid out like this darlin.”

Authors Note: as you can tell Kirishima adores you and calls your beautiful, darlin, love, sweetie etc. he loves the way you get flustered and that turns him on even more. Anyways hope you enjoyed!

Hawks Fluff x Fem. Reader

Warning: literally nothing it’s fluff

Hawks had just came back from a patrol. He look a bit worn out to say to say the least. “Birdie?” His voice called out. “Keigo?” You walked in to see your boyfriend leaning on the wall tired. “Oh Kei come here” you help him onto the couch taking of his jacket. Seemed he bruised his ribs with a bit of scolding in your voice “and why didn’t you go to the doctor?” He looked at your with that floppy smirk.

“I’ll be fine birdie plus I have you my sweet little healer.” Yep that’s right you had a healing quirk that Keigo used ever since he found out he didn’t have to go to the hospital anymore. It was tiring yes but anything for your lover right?

You scoffed before punching him softly in arm. “Ouch” he said albeit a bit dramatic. “Oh please your fine, and Kei I’m not always gonna be around to heal you whenever you want” he pouted at that. “Please birdie for me?” He rubbed his hand against your thigh and that look he always gives you when he needs something.

With a sigh you placed your hands on his ribs and with a yellowish glow his bruise when from a nasty purple to a more lighter version before disappearing. You quirk allowed you to heal but since you never really use it as much it takes a bit more work. “Isn’t this illegal?” You questioned resting on his side.

“Only illegal if you get caught birdie” he presses a kiss on your forehead before moving down to your neck. “Kei!” you say slightly surprised. “Cmon baby bird lemme pay you back” he said before kissing and leaving little marks on your skin.

Oh how love made you do crazy things

Authors Note: Just a lil one shot

🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️

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