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next week friday, on the 21’st of november, women in my country, South Africa, will be attempting to silence the nation before the G20 summit takes place.

why are we doing so you might ask?

South Africa’s femicide rate is six times higher than the global average; our country was considered the rape capital of the world.

28 091 women reported being victims of domestic violence-related crimes between the span of January & March 2025: that is 1 woman every 4 minutes enduring an atrocity at the hands of a man, just in the span of three months - and those are only the women that have reported, countless of these atrocities aren’t reported as women are berated and shamed when they do; and when they do so, nothing is done about it as the system continues to fail us.

every single day, another woman is murdered at the hands of someone she knows; murdered by a complete stranger; raped by a family member; raped by a complete stranger; abused by their partner - yet our government has done nothing to stop it. our president would rather clear up allegations of a “white genocide”, something completely false, than address an actual femicide occurring in the country he is supposed to be running.

i as a south african woman, am more likely to be raped, murdered, or abused than i am to get a job - a sickening and terrifying realisation that every woman in South Africa has been living with.

the women of South Africa are attempting to silence the nation in hopes that our government will finally take gender based violence & femicide serious & declare it a national disaster.

i understand that there is not much that one can do from across the world but simply spreading awareness and showing the women of South Africa that you stand with them is more than enough.

something you can do, is sign the petition linked.

i implore anyone wanting to educate themselves more, to visit the womenforchangesa instagram account - a non-profit organisation doing more for the victims of GBV of my country than the actual government does.

tagging some of my mutuals in the hopes that the more attention this garners, the more people will be informed and that real change will actually occur for South African women: @bruisedfig @bluemerakis @blue-d @beausling @itneverendshere @millersdoll @missmanlykink @martiansodas-blog @littlelamy @lvlyuno @jensenacklesballsack @dollyfiles @blondekisses @wannabeluvr @umbreoni @blushhbambi @superloser @httpstoyosi @voidsuites @222col @kentblvd @wlwroan @esotericcangel @titsout4jackles @tinas111 @boycigs

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BIKERBF!RAFE HEADCANNONS!

some headcannons i made for bikerbf!rafe! contents: language, past drug usage, fluff, gif not mine wc: 433

bikerbf!rafe, who met you after the wheels of his motorcycle splashed you. the muddy water soaked your clothes just as you were about to make it to your first lecture. the grungy water is staining your white cami. speckles of dirt left on your pink mini skirt.

"oh shit," he muttered as he removed his helmet, revealing his tousled, dirty blond hair.

bikerbf!rafe, who was going to apologize to you until you stomped over to him. your kitten heels are hitting the damp pavement with irritation written across your face.

"you were just going way over the speed limit, y'know that?" you scolded.

"and you just ruined my new skirt," you shrieked, finally noticing the greyish stains on the fabric.

bikerbf!rafe, who just thought you were so amusing. smirking and laughing under his breath while you rambled on about your clothes. your lip jutted out in a pout when he interrupted you. "can't do anythin' if you keep bitchin' about your skirt, sweetheart."

"well, for starters, you can take me back home so i can change, then i expect a reimbursement for my outfit."

he snorted at your requests until he noticed your deadpanned face. "you serious?"

bikerbf!rafe, who ended up doing exactly what you said. putting the spare helmet over your head. letting you wrap your arms around his midsection. he even drove less recklessly, chuckling at the way your grip tightened on him when he revved the engine.

bikerbf!rafe, who waited outside of your house. leaning against his bike as he lit a cigarette. something he found himself reaching for instead of harder drugs.

bikerbf!rafe, who sent you more than the amount of money you asked him to send you. brushing it off when you insisted it was too much. "just go to class, sweetheart. i'll see you soon."

bikerbf!rafe, who continued to stick around. becoming your personal chauffeur while also being your boyfriend. waiting for you outside your house before your lectures, then outside of your classes. a faint smile on his lips as he watched you walk to him excitedly.

bikerbf!rafe, who doesn't like physical touch. except when it came from you. immediately accepting your hug when you hold your arms out for him. lifting you slightly off the ground, your giggles filling his ears.

bikerbf!rafe, who loved taking you on late-night bike rides. the feeling of your body heat against his. the way you rested your head on his back because you were tired.

bikerbf!rafe, who found the one thing to love more than his bike. you.

mlist ╱ ashesnampsmembertoji! x gfreader!

“w-wait—toji!” you scramble further back on his lap, back slamming softly against the steering wheel, you stare at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “what..what if we get caught?” you whisper softly, staring down at the hard cock that was flush against his lower tummy, tip brushing against the dusty black hairs that rested under his belly button.

“who cares? y’think sukuna or choso’s gonna? I don’t think they will, cmon pretty, been s’pent up, miss you” he whined, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him. the two of you were parked outside of the bands main garage they practiced at aka sukuna’s garage.

“b-but what if—geto or ino come and park beside us?! that would be s’embarrassing—ngh” your rambling was cut short when toji lifted your hips up, cock prodding at your sopping entrance.

“stop yappin’ girl—jus’ fuckin’ ride me” he groaned, head falling back when he pushed you down onto him, thick chubby cock sinkin’ deep inside you, stretching you wide around him, you land on his lap with a soft rut, tip kissing your puffy cervix in a wet sloppy smooch.

“f-fuck—ji” you whine, hands finding purchase on his chest, feet planting themselves on the worn leather seats of his filthy pick up truck. you lift your hips up—slowly dropping them down again. you start off with little bounces, adjusting to the sheer size of his girth.

“shiiittt—baby—this pussy—ngh” his mouth parted into a gasp, brows pinching together as his back slightly arched up off of the back of the seat, head tilted down to watch the way your cunt sucked him in an’ out. his hands held your skirt past your hips, cropped shirt just lifted under your chin, tits spilled out against your chest.

your hips moved harder against him, chest heaving as you let out a series of little pants and cries. your thighs burned with each bounce, core aching. you truly tried to go faster, you did but each lift of your hips left your legs shakin’.

“poor girl—gettin’ tired already?” his voice was mockingly sweet, hands rubbing against the fat on your hips, squeezin’ and pullin’ at it. you nod, knees falling flat against the rough leather.

“s’okay…let toji take care of you” he nods back, coasting his hands from your waist down toward your ass, he lifts you alll the way up, before slamming your hips down, sticky slick coating his cock, you let out a small cry, head falling against his shoulder. walls fluttering around his girth, cunt leakin’ out, dripping down onto his pubes.

one of his fingers finds your puckering hole, rubbing small circles around it before applying that sweet presssure.

the added stimulation has your head dizzy, both holes clenching. his own hips start rutting up, fucking up into you. you stabilize yourself, one hand reaching for the door to your right whilst the other holds onto his left knee. his cock is bullying inside of you, each vein dragging against those gummy walls that are suckin’ him in.

fuck it feels like you’re trying not to let him go.

then, he ruts in fully, hips stilling, cock burying deep inside you. “Fuckkk—gonna cum soon” he pants, eyes fluttering shut before he starts moving again.

“fuckfuckfuck—toji—ngh—feels s’deep” you sob, head falling back against the steering wheel.

“yeah? y’feel it here?” he pouts, large hand pressing down onto your lower belly—pushing against the swollen bulge that rested there. you nodded, eyes welling up with salty tears.

“m’close” you hiccup, body stiffening as you let him do all the work, his hips never faltering as he works you towards your high, one thumb coming down to rub lazily at your aching clit.

“cum f’me..cmon sweet girl” he moans out, tongue falling between his lips in concentration, with one last sob, you feel it, the pressure in your tummy build an build until it snaps! you gush around him with a silent scream, eyes rolling back, squirtin’ cunt drowin’ his lower stomach in slick.

“fuckfuckfuck—gonna—fill y’up” he groans, hips slapping into yours, your squelching cunt makin’ such a mess around him, his hips stutter before he fills you up, stomach tensing, cum paintin’ your inner walls.

you both still, chests heaving, head spinnin’ from the aftermath of that ride.

tap!tap!tap!

with a loud cry of fear you jump, body landing forward into toji’s chest, you look over at the window.

fuck.

“y’guys done? we been waitin” suguru was standing there, eyes dancing across your entire body that was pretty much naked.

“I told you they’d do that!” you slap a hand down against the laughin’ toji’s chest.

never again.

@orgasmbunny, do not feed my work to ai, do not plagiarize, do not translate.

a/n: these are just the start of my series, there will be a lot of smut, maybe some angst, there will be fluff etc. yes these are short but I really don’t wanna spend three days a week writing just one fic, I wanna get these out there, I do occasionally write long fics tho.

+your fav fic from them (if no hassle)

this isnt by order from 1st to last. and gosh i love soo much

@fraisescore (sapphicstrawcore) . fave: everything!!

@shiimmer . fave : make it right

@lethalaves . fave: prof!sevika

@baeholic . fave: YOUR SUPER HOT PROFESSOR !

@mairisms . fave: KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

@requiemdesreves . fave: Hit Me

@wiinterz . fave: take a dip in my lake

@sevsgiirl . fave: day 2 , day 1 , sex tape! , there’s soo much

@ana1princes5 . fave: dacryphillia

@sl6sha / @cowgirlvi <3 . fave: sevika’s puss , sub!vika

@miffyscakes . fave: a lot!

@bigsoggyboots . fave: your lips are warm..

i love them together☺️☺️

matching ladybugs 🐞

pairing: frat!rafe x lovebug!reader

summary: it all started because rafe cameron lost a bet.

genre: fluff, college au, soft chaos, established relationship

warnings: alcohol mention, tattoo needles, pure sweetness

wc: 1.3k

an: i know it says piercings but i just couldn’t really see frat!rafe getting a piercing so i thought this would be cuter! sorry if it’s not what you hoped for 😖

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it all started because rafe cameron lost a bet.

and not just any bet. no — this one was made at 1am, in your dorm room, while both of you were far too tipsy for your own good.

you were in what rafe liked to call your “lovebug form” — cheeks flushed from laughter, messy hair falling into your face, a half-empty bottle of cheap pink wine on your nightstand. rafe was sprawled out on your floor in his frat sweatshirt, absolutely sure he could beat you at anything.

“okay,” you slurred, eyes sparkling, “whoever can stand on one leg the longest wins.”

“and what do i get when i win?” he asked, that stupid confident grin on his face.

you thought for a second, then smirked. “if you lose, you get a matching tattoo. a ladybug. just like mine.”

rafe’s eyebrows shot up. “matching tattoos? bug, that’s permanent.”

“so is losing,” you teased, poking his chest.

he laughed, shaking his head. “fine. but if you lose, you’ve gotta wear that inflatable snoopy costume all day. to class. deal?”

you gasped dramatically. “deal.”

and that’s how it happened.

fifteen minutes later, the great one-leg challenge began. rafe cameron — six-foot-something, smug frat boy, annoyingly athletic — stood facing you, arms crossed, already looking way too confident.

“you’re going down, bug.”

“we’ll see about that,” you said, balancing carefully on one foot.

it started as a joke. you were both giggling, wobbling a little, trying to make the other laugh. but somehow, you stayed steady. focused. determined.

and then —

“shit!”

rafe lost his balance, stumbled, and landed squarely on the carpet.

you gasped, grinning triumphantly. “i win!”

rafe groaned, rubbing his elbow. “you cheated.”

“nope,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ “a deal’s a deal, cameron.”

which is how, an hour later, you found yourselves in a tattoo shop downtown — both still a little drunk, you in your oversized hoodie and slippers, rafe in his baseball cap pulled low, mumbling under his breath.

“i can’t believe i’m doing this,” he grumbled, sitting in the chair.

“you’re the one who agreed to it,” you said, trying (and failing) to hide your smile.

“because i didn’t think you’d win!” he shot back.

you shrugged, sliding closer to show the tattoo artist the tiny ladybug etched on your hip. “well, now you’ll have a reminder not to underestimate me.”

rafe looked at you, eyes softening despite his fake annoyance. “yeah, i’m definitely never doing that again.”

the artist did a quick stencil of the little ladybug on rafe’s forearm, right below his elbow. when the machine buzzed to life, rafe visibly tensed.

“you okay?” you asked, leaning over him.

“yeah,” he said quickly, though his jaw was tight. “just— didn’t think it’d be this loud.”

you smiled softly, taking his hand in yours. “want me to hold your hand?”

he gave you a look — all bravado and stubborn pride — but then his fingers curled around yours anyway.

“yeah, maybe.”

so you held his hand, thumb tracing over his knuckles as the needle touched his skin. his grip tightened, just a little.

“ow,” he muttered. “does it— does it hurt that much for you too?”

“the first few seconds,” you said, leaning close enough for your nose to brush his jaw. “but you’re doing so good, baby.”

he exhaled, shoulders relaxing as you pressed soft kisses to his cheek, his temple, the corner of his mouth.

“you’re distracting me,” he said quietly, but his voice was warm.

“that’s the point.”

you kept whispering little things, tracing shapes on his arm while the tattoo artist worked. and when it was finally done, rafe blinked down at his skin, surprised.

it was perfect — small, simple, right above the vein of his wrist.

“shit,” he said softly. “it’s actually kinda… cute.”

you grinned. “say that again?”

“don’t push it,” he said, but there was no hiding the smile tugging at his mouth.

when you stepped outside into the cool night air, rafe wrapped his arm around you, hand brushing over the fresh tattoo.

“so now everyone’s gonna know,” he murmured.

“know what?”

“that i’m yours.”

you laughed, leaning into him. “oh, they already knew that.”

he kissed the top of your head. “yeah, but now it’s official.”

you smiled, glancing down at the matching little ladybugs — yours tucked just below your hipbone, his freshly inked into his skin.

it wasn’t about the bet anymore. it was about the way he looked at you — like you were the luckiest thing that ever landed in his life.

solidarity

pairing: bambi!reader x military!rafe

wc: ~1k

genre: soft fluff, sick comfort, post-deployment tenderness

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rafe cameron wasn’t expecting much when he got home from deployment—maybe a hug, maybe you launching yourself into his arms, maybe you crying into his uniform like you usually do.

what he wasn’t expecting was you wrapped in three blankets, hair sticking up in six different directions, eyes glossy and half-open as you blinked at him from the couch like a dying Victorian child.

“hi,” you croaked.

rafe set his duffel down slowly. “… what happened to you?”

you sniffled aggressively. “i’m sick.”

he stared at you, unimpressed. “yeah, i figured that part out.” he kicked off his boots and folded his arms. “why are you being so annoying today?”

you shot him a weak glare. “i said. i’m sick.”

“so you said.” he walked over, leaning against the couch with that infuriating, fond smirk. “do you just want me to be miserable with you, or…?”

“yes,” you muttered, reaching a hand out dramatically. “solidarity.”

rafe stared at your outstretched hand for a long moment… then sighed like you were personally ruining his life.

“…fine,” he said, slipping onto the couch beside you. “scoot over.”

you immediately burrowed into his chest, cold feet jabbing his thigh. rafe hissed. “jesus, bambi, you’re like a corpse.”

“warm me,” you mumbled.

he wrapped an arm around you without hesitation. “i literally just got home from deployment and this is what i return to.”

you sniffled again, this time directly onto his shirt.

“okay, that’s enough,” rafe muttered, but he was already reaching for a tissue, gently wiping your nose like you were a toddler.

⸻

the rest of the day dissolved into the softest kind of nothing.

rafe made you soup—even though he burned his hand on the pot and swore loudly enough to make you giggle. he tucked you in tighter every time you sniffled. he fetched you medicine, water, extra blankets, and that stuffed animal he “pretends he hates.”

eventually, you both ended up curled together on the couch, watching the worst movies netflix had to offer: cheesy romance, terrible action flicks, weird animated stuff neither of you fully understood.

but rafe didn’t care. he just held you, rubbing slow circles on your back.

“—and then,” he continued, halfway through telling you about camp, “my squad decides they’re gonna ‘improve morale’ by waking me up with a water balloon. i’m their lieutenant. their lieutenant, bambi.”

your breathing was soft. quiet. too quiet.

rafe looked down.

you were completely knocked out—head against his chest, mouth slightly open, one hand fisted in his shirt like you didn’t want him going anywhere ever again.

his entire expression softened instantly.

“figures,” he whispered, brushing your hair back.

he shifted a little, reaching for the blanket draped across your legs. he tucked it around you carefully, making sure your shoulders were warm, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead.

“missed you,” he murmured against your skin.

you didn’t answer—just breathed, peaceful and stuffy and entirely wrapped around him.

rafe let out a small sigh, let his arm settle around you again… and eventually, his eyes slipped closed too.

two hours later, you were both asleep—tangled together on the couch, movie still playing, blankets everywhere, your cold feet against his legs and his hand resting protectively on your back.

solidarity achieved.