Displaced children have been forced to seek makeshift shelter in chicken coops after their tents succumbed to flooding. This tragic reality evokes painful echoes of history, reminiscent of the deplorable conditions endured by Jews during the Holocaust, confined to horse stalls and sleeping on wooden shelves never intended for humans.
The phrase “never again” lost its meaning shortly after World War II, as the world witnesses a disturbing repetition of past atrocities. Despite solemn vows, the world’s involvement in supplying arms only exacerbates the suffering of the oppressed. It serves as a stark reminder that complacency and inaction pave the way for history to repeat itself.
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Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader | fwb!roommates!uni au
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Summary: Living with your best friends Tom and Harrison is all fun and games until one drunken night alone with Harrison, you give in to your attraction to him. You tell yourself you should leave it at that, forget about the night you spent with him and move on to not ruin your friendship, but neither of you can stay away from each other. So without considering the possible consequences, you make a deal. But how are you supposed to keep your shenanigans from Tom? And how are you supposed to not break the number one rule of an arrangement like this: do not fall in love.
The door to Harrison’s room is ajar, so you push it open slowly. The sight that greets you makes your heart constrict. Harrison’s sitting in his armchair by the window. He’s wearing his glasses, completely immersed in a book. You watch him for a while. He looks cute, his hair unkempt, the untamed curls falling into his face. When your eyes finally find his face, you see him looking at you with a small smile that you can’t help but return.
yes pls and thank you 😌 headcanons coming your way!
cw: mob!haz, fluff, smut (oral - f, public play, some playful slapping, unprotected sex)
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mkay SO
you come into his office to pick him up as he works late
and of course, he's all hunched over his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose as he reads the papers before him
so you put down your purse and sit on the edge of the desk for him, fingers carding through his wavy curls comfortingly
he turns into a puddle when you do that, resting his head on your lap with a deep sigh
but his cheek falls on a lacy material and he lifts his head to find his favorite nightdress underneath your coat
"you're wearing this outside the house now?"
"maybe?" you smile devilishly
"you minx," he curses, but kisses you on the knee before spreading your legs wide open
you quickly look around the mostly dark office through the glass windows
"is anyone else in here?"
"don't know. don't care." he pulls you in towards him and sucks a hickey on your inner thigh, marking a secret trail to a treasure only he knows the way to
he impatiently rips your panties off and licks you, hole to clit, like a starved man
first he fucks you with his tongue, all soft and sensual
letting you grind into his face and drown him in your arousal
but you need more
so he fucks you with his fingers
his long, beautiful, rough, impossible, amazing fingers *sigh*
he stretches you open and you're losing yourself in your pleasure, but even then, in your orgasm you still beg for more
"greedy little thing, aren't you, darling?" he rushes to unbuckle his belt and push down his pants
"don't be a tease," you giggle lazily, feeling the tip of his cock slap against your clit
"im not being a tease." he frowns, making a serious face but you know better
you playfully slap him on the cheek. "get on with it."
"imma make you pay for that." he gasps and bottoms out in one go
but you're a little shit, so you slap him once again
"get the fuck on with it."
and he knows what you're doing, he purposely goads you on as you land smack after smack on his pretty, "that what you want, baby? you wanna play rough? I'll show you rough."
then he lifts your leg up close and thrusts into you, hard and fast
you're crying out his name, not even caring that a janitor might walk by or an employee might still be around
he's filling you up and no one does it better than him
and really, there's no pussy he's ever fucked that will ever compare to yours
"fuck baby, im gonna--"
he rubs your clit like his orgasm depends on it (it does, but that's beside the point)
as soon as you feel him convulsing inside you, coating your inner walls with his release, you're gone
you're squeezing around his cock and sending him into overstimulation, moaning and groaning and bucking up into you
"if this is your way of getting me to come home... Fucking hell, it's working."
Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader | fwb!roommates!uni au
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Summary: Living with your best friends Tom and Harrison is all fun and games until one drunken night alone with Harrison, you give in to your attraction to him. You tell yourself you should leave it at that, forget about the night you spent with him and move on to not ruin your friendship, but neither of you can stay away from each other. So without considering the possible consequences, you make a deal. But how are you supposed to keep your shenanigans from Tom? And how are you supposed to not break the number one rule of an arrangement like this: do not fall in love.
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ [oral f receiving, protected sex, finger sucking, haz having his hand over readers mouth],
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to finally post this part but I was experiencing a very annoying phase of writers block and I sort of wrote myself into a dead end in the last part. hopefully i’ll be able to continue with regular updates on Fridays from now on!
Feedback is always appreciated ❤️
“You ready to go?” You poke your head into Harrison’s room. Harrison turns around while buttoning up his shirt, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his toned chest. Your fingers are itching to touch his skin, but before you can indulge yourself, Harrison closes the final button. He looks great in that shirt. Dashing as ever. The short sleeves show off his forearms, and the loose fit only hints at the muscles the fabric is covering. But you know what’s underneath. And you can’t wait to get your hands on him again.
Idk if your doing blurbs right now. One where haz is caressing your breasts under your hoodie during a heavy make out. Love your writing and sorry to bother you!! Hope you are staying safe!
hi, thanks for reading my stuff :)) and i'm good dw about me, hope you're safe too💕 ps: this turned a lil spicy.
× it had started with a simple quick kiss that had turned into another one, deeper and more passionate than the last. he was propped between your legs, elbows digging on the cushions of the sofa on either side of you as his hands slowly snuck inside your hoodie, palms firmly running up your torso. the rough skin of his calloused palms felt oddly pleasant against your velvety skin making it breakout with goosebumps while they marked their way up until they met your breasts.
he cupped them gently, fingers digging slightly on their softness. your hands on his neck slid to his nape then inside his jumper through the neckline of it to caress his back, whining annoyed against his mouth that you could only fit one hand at the time.
his fingers began to tug at your bra so he could have more skin to skin contact. your nipples hardened the moment you felt his warmth on them, your tongue pushed through his lips and was welcomed by his, lungs beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen in them but the last thing you wanted to do was to stop kissing the boy. disappointment filled you when his lips detached themselves from yours and his hands let go of your breasts. another whine escaped your throat, this time with a pout that caused haz to snicker lowly.
he shuffled his body a little lower on you and his hands lifted your oversized hoodie just enough to fit his head inside it. his soft lips placed wet kisses over your stomach eliciting a giggle from you at the tickling sensation, then he kept moving up all the way to your chest where his mouth ultimately attached itself to one of your nipples prompting you to gasp in delight. from your point of view it looked ridiculous to have him inside your hoodie but you didn’t care at all when his mouth felt so good over your chest. ×
harrison’s eyes darted from your moving figure in the kitchen of his flat to his friend sitting in front of him in the living room. the sound of your laughter mixing in with the girl’s that stood there with you pulling his gaze back to you as soon as he had torn them away, whatever his mate was saying didn’t register at all in the blonde’s head, he felt bad that he wasn’t paying attention but he had so much in his mind at the moment. his fingernails absently scratched the label on the beer bottle he held, peeling it off as he mentally went over the script he had curated a week prior to the party.
he was blankly staring in your direction, coming off of his daze when your sparkling eyes met his. a wide grin spread across your face at the sight of him, he saw how your shoulders shrugged adorably when he managed to return the smile. the young man’s heart did a somersault at your genuine gesture, a smile was all it took for him to excuse himself from the one-way conversation and start for the kitchen inhaling deeply as he wiped the sweat in his palm on his black jeans. “your highness.” you said as soon as he was close enough to hear you above the music and chatter around the flat.
“stop that.” he chuckled, cheeks growing warmer. both of you stayed silent for a couple of long seconds, just looking around the people-littered place. “um, have you seen the terrace?” harrison finally spoke, pointing his beer at the sliding doors that took to the open space. your head shook negatively as your gaze heeded where he pointed. “wanna see it?” the blonde offered, thinking that it’ll be nice to have a bit more privacy if he was going to move ahead with his plan.
“please,” you smiled at him, grabbing the drink you had put down beside you ready to follow him. valiantly he slid his hand into your free one and lightly tugged you towards the balcony, “oh, it’s really nice!” your gasp brought a wider smile to his face, “missing a couple plants, though.”
“i’m on it, don’t worry.” he reassured with a breathy laugh, “if you have any suggestions let me know.” you agreed beaming at him, subconsciously swinging your hands that were still clasp together causing him to look down at them. his thumb gently caressing the thenar region of your hand. “so hypothetically, if i were to ask you out would you be happy about it or…”
“hypothetically?” you laughed, “well, if you were to hypothetically ask me out then i’d be pretty upset.” his hands grew more clammy with your answer, not knowing how to make up for potentially upsetting you. “but if you were to ask me out for real, then i think i’d be really happy.” when you finished he felt his heart flutter and he let out a small, nervous and breathy laugh in relief.
“y-you think?” he stuttered out of excitement, his brow lifting quizzically.
“i know,” with the assurance you took a step closer to him, tilting your head at him expectantly, clearly still waiting for him to actually say it. his hand squeezed yours before he articulated.
“would you like to go out with me? some time, anytime really. when you’re free,” harrison rambled on, trepidation settling on the pit of his stomach.
“i’d love to.” you smiled at him, “i’m free this friday.” after your response all he wanted to do was to kiss you, however, he resisted sure that there would be a much more special time to do so on your date, so all he could do then was smile like a lovesick fool.
