hazelvrr

[hazelvrr]

the hazel callahan/pj tag is SOOOO dead on ao3 rip

[hazelvrr]

good for you

Summary: Hazel has been banned from touching herself (or you) until your next date night… over twenty-four hours away. Can she make it?

Pairing: sub!hazel x dom!reader

Contains: mature language and content, kissing, sensual photos, smut, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, phone sex, use of vibrators, denied release, delayed orgasm, Hazel is horny, Hazel begging, sub!hazel, dom!reader, counting down, female blue balls?

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: this was definitely not inspired by an interaction with a Hazel Callahan c.ai bot, what are you talking about?

At 11:47 AM on a Thursday morning, you and your girlfriend Hazel were supposed to be in Mr. G’s history class, learning about God-knows-what while deciphering the chalkboard scribbles done by other students. Instead, you had ditched class and holed yourselves up in the janitors closet, savoring a private moment of serenity away from the rest of the student body… and shoving your tongues down each other's throats.

Hazel gripped your sides, soft moans escaping her throat as her hips began to grind against yours. You hummed in response, pulling back with a smirk. “So needy…”

“Yeah?” She replied, breathless. “You think so?”

Her lips moved to your neck, nipping at the spot above your collarbone that she knew drove you crazy. Your head fell back against the closet door, inhaling sharply as your fingers tangled in her hair, but you still wouldn’t relent. “Yeah… in fact, I bet you’re wet for me right now.”

“Mmph…” she groaned against your skin, pressing her body as close to yours as possible. “So what if I am?”

“So desperate…” you teased as she continued to leave little love bites on your neck. “It’s almost embarrassing…”

She pulled back at that, keeping close but locking eyes with you. “What’s your point?”

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorted on a shaky breath, her fingers finding the hem of your shirt and pushing it up to feel your skin.

You smirked, gently removing her hands from your stomach as she whimpered in protest. When she saw the mischievous glint in your eye, however, she paused, and waited with bated breath for you to speak again.

“I sort of have a game in mind…”

She eyed you curiously, cocking her head to the side. “A game…?”

“That new restaurant you’ve been talking about, it’s opening tomorrow night, right?”

She nodded slowly, cautiously. “Yeah…”

You looked her up and down, examining her wrinkled clothing and awkward stance. “On a scale from one to ten, how wet are you for me right now?”

Even in the dim light of the Rockbridge High janitors closet, you could see the pink tint spreading across Hazel’s cheeks. She looked away, shuffling her feet. “Uh… s-seven, maybe eight… why?”

A wicked grin passed your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “Alright, here’s the game; tomorrow night, we’ll go to that restaurant opening. You can order whatever you want, and I’ll pay for everything.”

Hazel’s eyes lit up like a little kid’s on Christmas morning. “Really? That sounds—“

“But…” you interrupted with a grin, “until we get back to your place after dinner, you can’t touch me. Or yourself.”

Her face fell. “B-but that’s impossible! That’s over twenty-four hours from now!”

“We can still go if you fail,” you shrug. “You’ll just have to pay for everything.”

Hazel pursed her lips, pondering her options. On one hand, not finding release for the pressure that had already been building up seemed like an unreachable task. But on the other hand, if she somehow managed to succeed, she’d get a free dinner and a date night with you.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” she responded reluctantly, her brows furrowing in determination. “But I get one last kiss first!”

You chuckled, seizing her shoulders and kissing her with the fervor of a wildfire consuming a dry forest. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she had no choice but to hold onto you as weak moans fell from her lips. When you finally pulled away, she chased after you, a shudder traveling down her body at the realization that would be the last time she got to touch you until tomorrow night.

“You might wanna go and get yourself cleaned up before the next class starts,” you snickered, eyeing the uncomfortable way she shifted in her jeans.

Her face flushed brighter than before, and she reached for the closet door, trying to walk normally as an attempt to hide just how pent up she was already… but failing.

“Oh, and Hazel? One more thing.”

She paused in the doorway, turning over her shoulder to look at you.

A smug grin spread across your face, that evil glint returning. “I get to tease you as much as I want.”

The rest of the day proved to be almost torturous for poor Hazel. You skipped your tradition of making out in her car during lunch, instead opting to later text her a picture from the school bathroom of your bra strap casually falling off your shoulder.

“Thinking of you…” the caption read. Hazel slammed her phone down on her desk, forced to swallow back a frustrated groan in the middle of class.

Eventually the school day came to an end, only making Hazel’s job more difficult. During class, she could focus on lessons and schoolwork, but at home—with her mother out of town—she had nothing to distract herself from the temptation that plagued her mind.

It didn’t help that you also skipped your after-school ‘study’ session, which never really involved much ‘studying.’

Later that night, after spending most of her free time cooking a labor-intensive dinner and scouring the deep web for bomb-making materials, Hazel finally settled into her homework. She stared at the barely perceptible equations in front of her, feeling like she was reaching her limit. Her knee bounced, pencil tapping against the wood of her desk when her phone buzzed, your name lighting up on the screen.

She sighed; usually, your call would make her day, but tonight, she knew you were only calling to make an already daunting challenge even more difficult. With an unsteady hand, she clicked ‘accept’ and brought the phone to her ear. “H-hello?”

The sound of your labored breaths was her greeting, accompanied by a soft buzzing noise Hazel knew all too well. She sucked in a breath, her free hand moving to grip the arm of her desk chair.

“Hey,” came your voice from the other line. “Guess what I’m doing right now?”

She spoke slowly, her voice tight with effort as she responded. “Watching tv?”

“Nope. Guess again.”

Her grip on the armrest tightened. “Studying?”

“Yeah, studying anatomy. Getting real hands-on.”

Hazel couldn’t stop the soft whine that escaped at your candidness.

You giggled. “I think you know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Maybe I do…” she admitted, still trying to sound casual. “Why are you c-calling me… while you…?”

“Because I wanted you to hear me.”

She gulped. “Hear you do what…?”

A loud moan echoed from your end of the phone. Hazel shuddered, squeezing the armrest so hard that her knuckles turned white. “Fuck… I hate you… you’re so mean…”

Your voice turned coy, taking on a drawling tone. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to hear me?”

“God, I want to… I want to so badly…” Hazel’s head fell back against her desk chair.

“Oh do you now?” You asked sultrily. “You want to hear me touch myself? While I’m thinking about you? You want me to say your name?”

At this point, Hazel’s legs were trembling in her seat. She squeezed them together, desperate for some kind of friction, but it offered minimal relief. A low sigh left her parted lips, emerging more as a strangled moan that betrayed the true state of her predicament.

“So needy…” you snickered. “How are you feeling right now, Haze?”

“Feeling?” She cleared her throat. “I feel great! Better than ever! Definitely not like I’m going to explode any minute now…”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t see why not…” she tried to sound bored, nonchalant, but she was a terrible actress, and you saw right through her.

“Because I know you. I know my girlfriend. And I know you’re probably making a mess in that desk chair of yours.”

Hazel bit down on her tongue, a hopeless attempt to keep any noise from escaping. “S-shut up… I am not…”

“Really?” You asked, feigning disbelief. “You’re telling me you’re not… dripping? Not at all? Not even a little bit?”

As much as she hated to admit it, you were right. She hadn’t leaked onto her seat quite yet, but her boxers—and even her jeans—were an uncomfortable, sopping mess. “F-fuck you… that’s not fair…”

You had to chuckle. “Oh, I think it's completely fair. I did say I could tease you as much as I wanted.”

“God…” she sighed, her body aching with need. “I hate you. I hate you so m-much…”

“Is that why your pants are fucking flooded?”

An involuntary whine left Hazel’s lips, her resolve to last until tomorrow night quickly disappearing. “It’s… it’s your fucking f-fault…”

“Oh, I’m too aware.”

Near-silence filled the phone then, with only the toy’s vibration’s and your breathless gasps coming from your end. Hazel continued to sit, squirming in her chair, completely on edge but refusing to miss even a moment of your soft, pleasured sounds.

“Hazel…?” You said, your voice cutting through the tense quiet.

She gulped. “Y-yeah?”

“Where’s your hand right now?”

Hazel glanced down at her free hand, still clamped around the arm of her desk chair. “Um… my armrest. Why?”

“Put it on your stomach.”

Her eyes widened, the thought of her hand being so close to where she needed it the most being almost too much to bear. “W-why?”

“Just do it.”

Hazel knew better than to protest, so she slowly slid her hand off the armrest and let it fall over her bellybutton. Without thinking, her pinkie brushed under the waistband of her jeans, sending a shiver down her body. “Yes ma’am…”

“How’s that feel?”

“Torture…” she swallowed hard, her mouth feeling parched. “It’s t-torture…”

“God, pretty girl…” you moaned, your voice shaky with desire. “The things I’m imagining right now, the things I want you to do to me…”

Her free hand grasped at the fabric of her shirt, frantic for something to hold onto. “T-tell me about them…” she gasped. “Tell me what you’re imagining, p-please. I’m so desperate…”

“Are you sure?” You gasped. It was your turn to struggle to keep your voice even. “Are you sure you can handle it? What, with your… state?”

“D-don’t care…” she let out a breathless laugh that quickly trailed into a strained moan. “Just… just need to hear you. I’ll snap if I don’t…”

Every plea of hers went straight to your core, causing your entire body to shudder. “I’m imagining you… tomorrow night… ripping off my clothes before promising you’ll buy me new ones. I’m imagining you laying me down on your bed… kissing down my body… and making me suck on your fingers before you slide them inside me.”

“Why would you…” Hazel groaned, her hips searching for purchase but coming up empty. She had no idea how she planned on finishing that sentence—she had insisted after all. “God… you're so evil, you know that? So sadistic.”

“You think so?” You teased. “You haven’t even heard me moan your name yet.”

She slumped further in her seat, the grip on her t-shirt tightening. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… let me hear you…” she begged, her voice faltering. “Say my name… I need to hear it… oh god… please…”

You took in a shuddering breath. “Hazel…”

A guttural cry tore from your girlfriend’s throat, her head crashing against the back of her chair once again. “F-fuck, yes… oh god… I need you…”

“Me too, Haze…” you moaned into the receiver. “Mph… my vibrator feels so good… but I really wish it was your fingers inside me…”

Hazel wasn't sure what part made her brain short-circuit—whether it was the vivid image of you touching yourself or the words you said—but either way, she instantly lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. “Fff… Jesus Christ…”

“That's all you have to say?”

Another helpless whine. “M-me too. I wanna… I wanna touch you… so fucking bad…”

Your chuckle came out raspy as her words traveled to your center once again. “I think you’d rather touch yourself, if I’m being honest.”

“N-no…” she lied. Usually she loved how you always seemed to know exactly what she needed, but today it put her at a disadvantage. “The b-bet… I want to w-win…”

“Good girls lose their bets.”

Her hand dipped further, fingers grazing the button of her jeans, almost as if her body’s natural instinct was to obey your command. Somehow, though, she managed to stop herself, regaining the tiniest ounce of control she had left as a garbled groan escaped her throat.

You hummed, fully aware and quite pleased with your girlfriend’s state. “Where’s your hand at, Haze?”

“Lower…” she admitted truthfully, glancing down at her free hand. Her pinky seemed to reach for the spot that ached and throbbed for release, but it remained elusive.

“Low enough to lose…?”

“N-no…” her voice shook, her sexual frustration battling with her competitive nature. “Mm… not there yet…”

“Hazel…?”

She swallowed. When you said her name like that, it could be followed by any number of things. “Y-yeah…?”

“On a scale from one to ten…”

Oh god.

“…how wet are you for me right now?”

That question, that fucking question, Hazel solemnly swore would be the death of her. She barely hesitated to answer, her body completely overcome, her brain on the verge of giving up. “N-nine…”

You let out a hum of mock disapproval, bringing your mouth directly onto the receiver before whispering “I wanna get you to a ten.”

“Fuck…!” She clutched her denim waistband, yanking it up to rub against the seam of her pants. Your words, the very knowledge that you wanted to bring her so close to the edge, took her there immediately. “God… I need… I’m so fucking desperate for you, fuck! P-please… please let me break…”

“Nothing stopping you, pretty girl…” you cooed teasingly. “Only, of course, a free dinner…”

“I d-don’t… I don’t care… I c-can’t take it anymore…”

“H-Hazel?” You gasped, your own hips on the verge of sputtering. “Are you breaking?”

Hazel barely heard you over the sound of her roughly tearing at her zipper, not even bothering to remove her jeans before jamming her hand down the front. She hissed out a relieving breath, her fingers instantly coated in the arousal that had been pooling her boxers since that morning. “Hhhholy fuck… holyfuckholyfuck y-yes… g-god yes…”

“Oh my god…” you moaned into the receiver, your imagination running wild with images of what your girlfriend must look like right now. “Go ahead, baby girl, bet it feels so fucking good. You’ve been so patient, so good.”

“S-so good…” Hazel spoke ragged gasps as her fingers pumped in and out of her dripping pussy. If you were here, you’d be gentler with her—moving slowly, guiding her through it—and as gratifying as it felt to finally give into temptation, she longed for your touch. “P-please… need you s’ bad…”

“Me too babe, me fucking too…” if Hazel had been at all coherent, she would’ve heard the buzzing increase from your end of the phone. “God, I’m so close…”

“Mm… m-me too…”

“Already?” You let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan. “That didn’t take long…”

A strangled whine was Hazel’s response. You fought the urge to chuckle; you knew it was a stupid question—your poor girlfriend had been on the brink all day.

“P-please… please m-make me… make me…”

“Make you what, Haze?”

“I need… m-make me… please…”

“H-hazel…” you struggled to speak, already knowing what she wanted, but wanting to hear her say it. “Do you want me to make you fucking c-cum for me?”

“G-god yes…” she managed to choke out. “P-please… I neeeed you…”

“What do you need from me?” You asked in a breathy whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

Hazel was at her least articulate, her mind fuzzy as she grappled with her voice. “J-just need you… n-need to hear you…”

“You want me to c-count you down?”

A shiver ran down her body. She could’ve cum right then and there. “Yes… yesyesyesyes…”

“Ok sweetheart, how c-close are you? What number should I��� fuck… start with?”

“Mphhh so close… s-start with five…”

“Ok… okokok… five…”

Her whole body trembled as you began the countdown, her whines only growing more and more desperate as her resolve to speak weakened.

“F-four…”

Her hips bucked frantically against her hand, her palm pressing against her clit while her fingers remained plunged inside her. She was teetering on the edge, but wanted more than anything to be good for you. “Please… d-don’t stop…”

“Three…”

Another guttural cry erupted from Hazel’s throat as she lay helpless to stop it. Her breaths came in quick bursts, like a shaken soda bottle on the verge of exploding. She was so close… so close… but determined to wait for your approval.

“T-t-two…” as you sputtered out the number, your own pleasure spiked, reaching its peak. Broken moans fell from your lips as waves of euphoria crashed over you like a storm surge over a breakwater. “Oh… ohmygod… Hazel? I’m cumming… imcummingimcumming. Fuck… fuckfuckfuck… feels so fucking… mphmm…”

Hazel almost fell over the edge at the very sound of your gasping voice. She shuddered, her mind racing with visions of what you must look like as you lost yourself to your orgasm. As hot as she found it, she was steadfast in her resolve to hold out, and her own high was quickly approaching…

“Hazel… holy fuckkk… that was so…”

“F-fucking say one…” she begged, feeling her control wavering. “P-please… say it… I’ve been so good for you… I c-c-can’t…”

Your mind felt starry, the fog from your release still clouding your brain. Still, you couldn’t help but let out a breathless giggle as you listened to her ramble, her pleas ringing like silver bells until you finally gave in. “One…”

As soon as the number left your lips, Hazel’s body broke down into a convulsing mess. She thrashed in her chair, her hand fighting to stay perched where she needed it as she came undone. Ragged, primal sounds reverberated around her bedroom, her head crashing back against her headrest as her eyes squeezed shut. “F-f-f-fuckkkk… s-so good… g-g-good… good…”

“Oh fuck, sweetheart…” you cooed. “Let me hear you. Bet that feels so fucking good.”

A string of incoherent speech tumbled from her lips.

“Fuck, baby. You sound so pretty. My pretty girl. Doing so well.”

“P-please… keep talking…”

“Anything you want, baby girl, you deserve it. Been so good for me. Just let yourself feel, ok?”

Hazel nodded, not even comprehending that you couldn’t see her through the phone. Her body burned for you, her thoughts remaining a jumbled cloud of nothing but you until the tides rippling through her slowly subsided into light tremors. Sweat coated her skin, plastering her bangs and causing her clothing to adhere to her; suddenly, she wanted her jeans off even more than before.

“…Hazel?”

She spoke between breaths, her body still thrumming from the aftershocks. “I… that was… I can’t even think… did I do g-good?”

“Baby, you did so fucking good, holy shit,” you answered truthfully. “But I need you to do one more thing for me, ok?”

At this point, Hazel was willing to do nearly anything you asked. “What… what is it?”

“Take your hand out of your pants. Tell me what it looks like.”

She whined softly, shivering at your words. Gently, she pulled her hand out, studying the way it glistened with arousal. “Wet… really wet…”

“How wet?”

“Ten…” she responded without thinking. “Definitely a ten.”

You weren’t expecting that answer, but you thought you should have, and you had to chuckle. “Take your fingers, put them in your mouth, and tell me how you taste.”

The very thought of your command made heat rise within Hazel’s body once again. “Y-yes ma’am…”

She took a shaky breath and slid two fingers in her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around her digits, savoring the taste before pulling them out with a pop.

“How do you taste?”

“Good… I think…” she said, running her tongue over her lips as she contemplated how to describe the flavor. “Sweet, definitely sweet… maybe like, honey? Almost? But also, definitely salty.”

You groaned, all too familiar with her salty-sweet flavor. “I can’t wait to taste you tomorrow night.”

A sound of shock left Hazel’s lips, followed by a soft whimper. “Oh god… oh… please don’t get me worked up again…”

“Ok, ok I won’t,” you agreed, your contentment audible. “You should get some sleep though.”

Hazel whined in protest, but was already in the midst of kicking off her jeans. “But I don’t wanna hang up!”

“I’ll stay on the phone with you, just until you fall asleep.”

She threw off her t-shirt before crawling under her covers, nuzzling into her pillows with her phone by her head. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you assured. “Until you fall asleep.”

“Mkay…” she muttered, already feeling the effects of her exhaustion as her sheets cooled her warm skin.

“Goodnight my love, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“G’night,” she responded softly. “I-love you…”

Just before she drifted off completely, your gentle, loving voice filled her ears. “I love you too.”

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[hazelvrr]

helper

(contains smut, cw stepcest, slight praise kink, fem reader, pussy slapping, fingering, pussy tasting, teasing and slight overstim)

thinking about going to stepsis!hazel after a bad day and she fingers the sadness out of you 🤭🤭

itd be late, your parents already asleep when you hesitantly knock on her door. she creeks the door open to see you, eyes all puffy and sleeves all wet from crying. her expression softens, and she pulls you into a hug as she pulls you into her room and closes the door.

after crying for a while and telling her what’s wrong, “jus thinking too much i think, i’m getting to myself again” to which she pouts, tightening her hold. “i could tell, you weren’t there during dinner. ‘m so sorry, you did so good holding it together”

next thing you know, shes kissing down your body and running her hands along your naked thighs, “its just what sisters do, i gotta make you feel better somehow honey” she justifies. you know better but you don’t want her to stop, especially as shes carefully sliding your red panties down your legs.

“oh sis, you’re this wet for me? seems like your pussy was crying more than you were” her (bad) joke earned a whine, and she kissed your temple as an apology. “ ‘m sorry baby, it wasn’t funny”, she’ll say but she loved how your pussy visibly clenched at the tease.

then she has three fingers knuckle deep inside you, her free hand covering your mouth so you’d shut up. she had you in shambles, completely drunk on her fingers and when she carefully stretched down to lick on your clit, at that point you’d only have to hope your parents didn’t hear, or that they did and just never bring it up to save you the embarrassment

she barely got 30 seconds of her mouth on you when you came, holding onto hazel’s hand for dear life to muffle the lewd whines and mewls you’d let out, thigh’s clenching tightly around her face.

hazel’s poor little stepsis, her body shook with aftershocks from her orgasm. a sensitive virgin could only take so much and hazel almost felt bad when she slapped on her sensitive clit, making her squeal

almost.

[hazelvrr]

Chapter 1: The fair

S/n: As promised here's chapter 1, let me know if I should continue with this fic as I've never written a full fic before so I might be rubbish, also it's not proofread but any mistakes should only be minor. No use of y/n. I tried to capture their personalities to the best of my ability but they are so funny that they're also extremely difficult to write. I tried to not repeat any scenes from the movie, they still happen unless I mention them differently but I didn't want to sound like a broken record.

Summary: you get ready with pj and josie for the fair and they question your friendship with hazel and then you see her at the fair.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.1k

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The fair was the one thing you looked forward to at the end of summer. Pretty much everything else about summer ending absolutely sucked but at least there was the fair.

Every year as soon as August rolled around, you were counting down the days until you could ride the ferris wheel, get cotton candy and most importantly, see hazel for the first time in 3 months.

Your 'best friend' hazel, if you could even call her that, volunteered at some charity or association of some sort all summer every single year without fail, so you couldn't see her for 3 months straight, which always drove you crazy.

You weren't quite sure why, after all, it was the same with pj and josie because they were away at some abstinence camp for the youth or as pj called it 'an anti sex cult run by a bunch of jealous old nuns who dont get any and are trying to ruin her life because shes hot as fuck' (her words, not yours) so you didn't see them either but you couldn't care less, so why were you so bothered about not seeing hazel?

Either way, you were super exited about this year's fair and had decided to get a ride from josie (only because you were embarrassed to tell anyone cool that you had failed your drivers test 5 times over the summer and had acctually managed to get yourself banned from the local dmv from 'assaulting your driving instructor' which you only did because he totally had it in for you) so naturally you thought it was a good idea to get ready at her house with her and pj.

BIG MISTAKE.

You should have known that pj and Josie, being the horny pervs that they are, spent the whole evening scheming about getting the cheerleaders attention, and how they were planning on getting possibly the straightest teenage girls you had ever seen in your whole life to fall head over heels for them.

Absolute losers.

You were so used to their antics that your brain had completely tuned them out as you applied your eyeliner, sitting beside pj, faces pushing eachother out of the way to fight to look in the tiniest mirror on josies desk.

You had stopped listening after josie had started ranting about the size of Jeff's penis, you were planning on stuffing your face with corndogs in less than an hour, and that was really putting you off the idea, that was until you heard josie say your name.

"Soo, have you spoken to hazel since school ended?"

Pj looks over at you with a shit eating grin on her face, "what she means to say is, have the two of you fucked yet?"

You roll your eyes at pj, not even dignifying her with an answer and turn your head to face josie, who was now stacking snapbacks on her head whilst looking in the mirror.

"To answer your question, yeah we've facetimed a few times and texted a lot."

"Oooo phone sex," pj giggles, "kinky."

You just flick pj in the head and begin applying your lipgloss.

Josie picks up one of the snapbacks from the floor and launches it at pjs head and instead misses and knocks over the mirror.

"Dude what the fuck." Pj hisses, standing up to go over to josies closet door to look at her outfit in the full length mirror, posing and checking herself out.

"Seriously though, when are you going to make a move?" Josie asks, backing away from pj and going to sit on the bed.

You look at her with a confused expression, "what do you mean, we're just friends."

Josie cocks her eyebrow and smirks, "please, you've been in love with her since 5th grade, you know it, I know it, pj knows it, pretty much everyone in a 10 mile radius can see it, except for hazel herself since she's an oblivious dork, but that's besides the point."

You go to answer but pj comes back over and sits back down next to you and you take the opportunity to escape and use the bathroom.

You take your time in there staring into the glass, turning your body around, checking that your hair is straight, your makeup looks good in natural lighting, oh and that your cleavage is poking through your tank top just enough, for no particular reason other than looking hot for yourself (well, that's what you told yourself anyways).

As you open the bathroom door to return to josies bedroom you hear pj and josie whispering, and being as nosy as you are, you press your ear up against the door to listen to what they're saying.

"Shhh she's gonna hear you" josie hushes.

"Shut up no she's not, that bitch couldn't hear a rocket land if it landed on the roof."

"How much did you say you wanna bet again?"

"50 bucks. If by the end of the school year they haven't fucked, I owe you 50 bucks, but if they have, you owe me 100."

"How the fuck does that work, why do I owe you double?"

"Because I'm fucking awesome... okay because I'm broke as hell and am gonna need the contribution for my homecoming dress so I can look sexy for brittany, duh."

"Yeah yeah whatever, its a deal, I think she's coming."

You once again roll your eyes at how pathetic they are. You swear to god that if you spent any more time with them than you already do, your eyes would permanently be fixed in the back of your head.

"Hey guys, you ready to go it's almost 8," you suggest as you open the door, "josie, what the hell do you think you're wearing?!"

"What do you mean?" She looks down confused at her spiritual playboy shirt, 5 carabiners hooked onto her pants' belt loops and her arm sling on her right arm.

"You look like dyke throw-up," pj cackles, standing up from the desk and following you both out of the bedroom door.

Josie looks back at pj as you're all walking down the stairs, "pj you can't say anything, look at you, you've got suspenders over your nipples like a goddamn freak."

Pj flips her off from behind her head and you can't help but giggle as you follow them out to the car and hop in the backseat.

"How'd you break your arm again josie?" You lean forward and ask as josie turns the keys and reverses out of her driveway.

"She flunked out of anti horny camp and fell out of her bunk rubbing one out," pj replies casually, looking down at her phone that displays brittanys Instagram posts from the summer, "fuck, she got even hotter over summer, how's that even possible?"

"Is isabel in any of the photos?" Josie questioned desperately, sneaking a peak down at pjs phone as she pulls up to a red light.

"God you're both pathetic."

You finally arrive to the fair, granted you're 20 minutes late because josie circled the parking lot at least 10 times as pj yelled at her to just fucking park, but josie wanted to make sure she could find a big enough spot.

You hand over your tickets and walk in, they're both muttering about something or other but you're not really listening, you're just scanning for hazel until you feel a tap on your shoulder and nearly jump out of your skin.

"Hey guys," hazel smiles, bringing you in for a hug, "long time no see, wait.. pj, josie, you never come to the fair?"

You point over at isabel and brittany standing a few feet away, where they had been gawking at them for the past 5 minutes.

"Ah, I see," She nods, I haven't seen you In ages I've missed you."

"Yeah.. me too," you blush, looking down at your shoes.

"Oh shit what happened to josies arm?"

"Masterbating."

"What, is her vagina made out of concrete or something?"

"No what? Hazel, she fell out of her bunk," pj scoffs.

"Can everyone please stop talking about my vagina?" Josie interjects.

"Soo hazel, what's this I hear about you volunteering at a slop farm?" Pj questions.

"The national meat association? Yeah it was good," hazel replies, "so did you guys get up to anything crazy over summer?"

"Yeah we killed this girl at camp for snitching on josie, got arrested, taken to Juvie and spent the rest of summer there, nearly died but they let us go when we told them that we're dykes and called them homophobic," pj explains sarcastically.

"What?! Are you guys okay?"

Josie facepalms.

You were about to explain that pj was being sarcastic when you hear cheering and you all look over to see Jeff appearing with the rest of the football team.

You all exchange disgusted looks and then pj notices that isabel and brittany are walking in your direction.

She snatches your corndog out of your hand and hands it to josie and then takes hazels cotton candy and hands her a wad full of tickets. Her and josie anxiously keep swapping the corndog and cotton candy mumbling to eachother until isabel and brittany are standing right infront of you all.

Josie drops her corndog, well actually YOUR corndog and kicks it away in hopes of isabel not noticing but both isabel and brittany look down and watch her do it, then look back up at her and raise their eyebrows.

"Hey can I uh, get my cotton candy back?" Hazel asks as she reaches forwards towards pj to grab it, but instead is hit in the head with it by pj who just ignores her and takes a bite out of it.

You look at hazel and shrug your shoulders, jerking your head to turn her attention back to the disaster of a conversation going on between the four of them.

"Oh hey, didn't see you there," brittany says to you poking her head round to look at you, "how's your summer been?"

"Yeah it's been good," you reply, "looking forward to cheering again though I've really missed it, what about you guys?"

"Yeah, I've been practicing all summer I'm really looking forward to getting back into it!" Isabel smiles, stepping forward.

The conversation goes on for a painful amount of time, every second making you want to gouge your eyeball out with a fork as you just make ridiculous faces at hazel, who just looks back at you the same way before giggling.

You went to follow pj and josie out to josies car when hazel quickly follows, "I can drive you home if you want, your on the way and I doubt you want to listen to another second of them babbling on about isabel and brittany."

"Yeah that would actually be great, thank you."

"No trouble at all," She says, "plus, it's an excuse to speak to you, we haven't had much of a chance to talk tonight."

She pulls out her car keys and unlocks her car, of course its a range rover. Her mom gave it to her as a pity gift when her dad left which obviously didn't fix the issue but hazel didn't complain and just accepted the car, even though she wasn't old enough to drive at the time, which her mom forgot because she barely pays any attention to her own daughter.

The drive is only 5 minutes long, since you live so close, so you don't get long to chat, but she tells you all about the meat association and the cool tshirt she got to wear, even showing you a photo when she pulls up on your driveway.

You lean over and give her a hug, "see you at school tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it," She grins, "meet me outside to walk in together?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

Once you had kicked off your shoes and lazily removed your makeup, you got changed and plopped onto your bed.

Tonight was so chaotic yet for some reason you weren't thinking about pj and josies funny attempt at flirting or how they had made complete asses out of themselves, only about the drive home with hazel, how her hair blew in the wind, framing her face perfectly, how her hand gripped the steering wheel as she reversed out of the parking lot and how her eyes practically lit up when she was talking to you about her voluntary work over the summer.

You try to sleep but instead you lay awake for hours staring at your ceiling thinking about it. You simply cannot get her out of your head.

Huh. Maybe, just maybe, you did like hazel callahan? No. Surely not. Unless...

[hazelvrr]

Punished

Pairing: Hazel callahan x fem reader

Summary: You beat Hazel at practice, which she doesn't like, and then things get heated in the showers

Contains: fighting, smut- stripping, scissoring, strap on, top!hazel

Word count: 2.7k

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As hazel slams you into the ground and climbs ontop of you, you imagine what it would feel like to have her ontop of you for a different reason. The way she straddled you as she pinned you down made your heart race and your head spin out of control; although you didn't want to admit it, you could feel your pussy begin to throb, getting wetter by the second as she's pushing her body down onto you to keep you on the ground, her face getting awfully close to your neck. The sound of her heavy panting didn't help, all you could think of is what she would sound like if those weren't sounds of struggling but sounds of pleasure, writhing under your touch.

Unfortunately for you, you had decided to put on a thin pair of linen shorts this morning, and so it became very obvious what was happening when they started to become see-through from your arousal. You could feel it as your pussy soaked through your panties and you knew you had to do something, so before she punches you in the nose, you quickly grab her arms and flip her over, holding her to the ground face down with her arms in the air as your sitting ontop of her.

"1..2..3! Winner," pj says and you stand up as everyone claps. You look over at hazel who is standing up and brushing herself off. She looks over at you with an intense stare, almost piercing your skin with her deep sapphire eyes. You look back at her, still breathing heavily from the exercise and she reaches her arm out. You look down at her hand and reach to shake it, the cold sensation of her rings touching your palm as she shakes your hand vigorously, not taking her eyes away from you once. The handshake seems to go on for just a few seconds too long before the bell rings and everyone is packing up to leave. You are in a trance staring at her and only realise what is happening when you feel her large calloused hand attempt slide off yours as you loosen your grip.

You decide to head to the showers after that and you start washing your hair. You're rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when all of a sudden you're being slammed against the wall, hands against your shoulders. It takes you a minute to see because of the suds in your eyes but once your vision clears, you recognise that its hazel holding you against the wall, "what the hell are you-" you say but before you can finish hazel gets up close to your neck and say "i didn't like that stunt you pulled out there, embarrassing me like that, oh and by the way, nobody else may have noticed but I could feel you dripping through your shorts, you thought you would be able to get away with that and nobody would notice?"

"Hazel I'm so-" you reply, feeling extremely embarrassed, "I guess we will just have to finish what we started later tonight" She interrupts in a cocky tone, still holding you up against the wall. You look her up and down realising for the first time since she basically attacked you in the showers that you were naked. You were both naked, pressed up against eachother. You look at her standing there, taking her in as she watches you squirm. Thank god for the running shower because a tear dripped down your leg and you don't know what would have happened next if she had seen that.

"So tonight, my place, 8 o clock, got it?" She says firmly, looking you up and down once more before backing away and walking back over to her shower, leaning over, giving you a full view of her ass as she picks up her shampoo bottle and conditioner and walks out into the changing room.

You're still standing there, frozen, from the shock of hazel speaking to you like that, you barely even knew eachother and now you were going to her house tonight? You had always had a thing for her but she never seemed to notice you until now,so you definitely weren't complaining.

You spent the rest of the day thinking about your plans with hazel, wondering what she was going to do to you, imagining hundreds of scenarios. You started to get ready, putting on makeup, curling your hair and putting on a nice dress and by the time you were ready it was nearly 8 and you were going to be late.

You arrive at her house at 8.05 and ring the doorbell, she answers almost straight away and stares at you, looking at your dress for way too long. "Um im freezing my ass of out here can i come in?" You say shivering. She snaps out of it and moves out of the way, letting you in, "you look great, it's really a shame though," She said grinning. "Why? What's wrong with it?" Yoj ask confused. "I'm about to ruin it all," and before you can say anything she wraps her arms around your hips, lifting you up as you wrap your legs round her as she kisses you aggressively. "What about your mom?" you ask concerned, pulling away. "She's not here, on a trip with this random guy she met called Steve or Mark or something," She shrugs, "so are you going to stop talking or am I going to have to make you stop talking?"

Okay now you were dripping. You just nod to her as she carry you up the stairs and into her room slamming you down on the bed and crawling ontop of you, "now, do you remember why you're here?" She asks you looking down at the hem of your dress and running her finger along the bottom. "Because you asked me to?" You reply looking down at her finger starting to breathe heavier. "No. Because you embarrassed me and now you need to be taught a lesson," She says slowly beginning to touch your thighs. "Oh yeah? We'll see about that," you say as you pull her hand away and flip her onto her back, pinning her hands behind her head, straddling her.

You don't know what came over you but you were there holding her hands above her head with one hand and with the other you reach up your dress, pull your panties to the side and began to play with yourself, forcing her to do nothing but watch. You began by gently circling your clit. with your index finger, and then inserting a finger inside, sighing at the sensation. You felt her breaths quicken as you begin to make circles with your finger, throwing your head back and whimpering, you're slipping another finger in your pussy and curling them, feeling your walls clench around your fingers and push your juice out. Your poor whimpers soon turn into loud moans as the wet slapping sound fills the room.

You open your eyes to see what hazel is doing because she's suspiciously quiet and when you look at her, she's almost sobbing with her eyes closed. "What's the matter hmm? I thought you were going to teach me a lesson, all I've learnt is how wet I make you," you say as you run your fingers along her trousers, showing her the wetness that had completely soaked through. She whimpered looking away so you grab her by the chin and make her look at you. You continue to pump your fingers in and out of your pussy until you began to feel a familiar warmth growing in your stomach and then your whole body began to shake, you throw your head back once more, giving in to your orgasm and you moan hazels name as you reach your climax whilst sitting on hazel as you made her watch as her pussy ached.

You climb off her and lay down next to her trying to slow your breaths down after. Hazel took advantage of this and quickly climbed back on top of you, "guess fight club comes in handy sometimes," She smirks as her eyes light up, "my turn."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask, scared of the answer you were about to receive, but instead the only answer you got was, "strip." You look back up at her, "what?" You ask, she replies in a serious tone, "you heard me." That sentence sent a shiver down your spine as you began stripping, removing your dress and hazel snatches it off you and throws it into the corner of the room, "hey that's my favorite dress," you tell her, annoyed that she had just thrown it. "Shut the fuck up and strip," She said, completely unsympathetic.

You listen and remove your blue lace panties you had put on to match the dress, to seem put together for hazel, although you don't think hazel noticed at all, she was too focused on when she was getting to fuck you. Finally you remove your bra and drop it on the floor and look to hazel, who had just unzipped her jeans, pulled them off and removed her boxers.

"What are you doin-" before you could finish hazel pushes your back down on the bed so you're laying flat, completely naked. "After that little game you tried to play, you deserve a punishment, im going to ride your tits and use you as my toy and when I cum all over your tits, you are going to apologise for embarrassing me and tell me how much you need me."

You begin dripping on the bed sheets but don't even notice because hazel has just climbed ontop of you and rested her clit over your tit. She waited a second to make sure she was in the right spot teasing her own clit with your nipple and then began to grind downwards, using your hard nipple to get herself off. You watch as her hips move up and down right infront of your face, reaching out to wrap your arms around them. You slide your hands round to her ass and squeeze, "naughty girl, did I say you could do that?" She asks in a breathy moan as she is dripping in arousal on your chest. She grabs your hands and moves them towards her tits, signaling for you to play with them. You grab them and start moving them round in circles, watching hazels face as she is getting closer to her climax. You take her tit in your mouth, licking in circles round her nipple and sucking it gently, this brings hazel over the edge as she yells, "im gonna cum, im gonna" and spills out all over your tits, still moving up and down chasing her orgasm.

Her breathing slows and she shuffles backwards leaning her face down to your stomach, making eye contact as she licks you, cleaning you up, tasting her own juices on her tounge. She continues licking further up, licking around your nipples in circles, making you sigh as she makes her way up to your neck and starts marking you. "This is so everyone will know what a naughty little slut you are," She whispers into your ear, nibbling on it softly. She starts kissing you passionately and you can taste her cum on your tongue, "mmm you taste so sweet hazel," you moan into her mouth as she pushes her body further into you, searching for friction.

You move towards her and turn so that both of your pussys are touching and then you both begin to rub your clits together, at first it feels weird but once you find a rhythm, it's all pleasure. Both of you have your eyes squeezed shut from the sensation as it becomes easier to grind because you're both dripping wet now. You start to feel a trembling feeling in your thighs, as your whole legs begin to twitch, so hazel puts a slight amount more pressure which sends you over the edge cumming all over hazels pussy as you moan her name, your cum spilling over hazels clit brings her to her climax, as she cums all over you, the both of you still grinding at a slow pace until you have both finished.

You both lay down for a moment looking at eachother in awe of one another, "that felt so good," you say to her, still slightly out of breath. "Look at the absolute mess we've made of my sheets, such a good girl," her words swirling round inside you, turning you on even more if that was even possible.

Hazel takes a deep breath and gets up from the bed, crouching down to reach under her bed, you get a good view of her tits bounce as she does this and you lick your lips. She pulls out a box, opens it up and inside is a blue 6 inch strap on and it's belt. You look at her, shocked, "you just have one of those lying around?" You ask. "Nope bought it especially for you for tonight," she replies, "what do you think?" You look at it, your mouth watering imagining what she could do to you in that. "I like it. I like it a lot." You quickly say, almost too quickly. "Don't be so eager, don't you worry, I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow, nevermind beat me in a fight," She says, looking very pleased with herself, "now, be a good little slut and bend over."

You quickly stand up and lean forward so that your entrance is accessible from behind. "Now spread those legs for me and we will see just how much you need me," hazel says as she is strapping the blue strap to her. She lines it up with your entrance and circles it round, coating her strap in your arousal. She continues to rub around your clit but not going in. "Stop teasing hazel," you say annoyed as your pussy throbs in anticipation. "Tell me how much you want me, how much you need me and maybe I will consider it, she replies with a menacing grin on her face," you turn to look over your shoulder but she pushes you back to face towards the door. "Hazel please, I'm begging you, I need you," you say desperately.

Apparently that worked because 5 seconds later she was wrapping her hands around your hips and sliding into your entrance. You moan at the sudden sensation feeling it pump so far inside you. "I can't quite hear you, I'm gonna need you to moan as loud as you can for me," hazel moans into my neck before slamming into me once again, making me moan even louder. She continues to buck into me with her strap, stretching out my pussy as my walls tighten around her, getting closer to cumming.

Just as you were getting close, she stops her movements, "what are you doing I was so close," you try to say to her but it comes out more like this "what mm u I so close." She turns you back around, without removing herself from you and places you on the bed as she straddles you. She spreads your legs even further then starts to buck into you again, able to hit even further in this new position. She reaches your g spot and tries to move her strap round your pussy in a circle, "Wow you're so tight, such a pretty pussy," She says to you in admiration watching your whole body shut down, trembling then slowing down, then you release yourself all over her cock. She pulls it out allowing more of your juice to spill out all over the bed.

You look at her and move over to the strap, beginning to suck it, collecting every last drop of your juices before she removes the strap, flinging it on the floor from being so tired. You both lay down together, eyes meeting and kiss, tasting eachother on your tongues then lay there cuddling until you both fall asleep in the mess you made.

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[hazelvrr]

Under the desk ;)

Pairing: Hazel callahan x fem cheerleader reader

Summary: you and hazel are sitting in class when you start to feel a hand running up your thigh

Contains: smut- fingering, thigh riding, face riding, masterbation, public sex

Word count: 2.6k

Start notes: If anyone has any suggestions of what to write, just let me know, and I will write it

18+ under the cut

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You and hazel are sitting together at the back of mr g's history class mindlessly staring into the abyss as mr g is going off on a tangent about the history of feminism boring the whole class to death, which was probably your own fault since you, pj and josie got mr g involved in fight club in the first place sending him into a downward spiral of feminism and womens rights.

You began taking notes about the suffragettes in your notebook when you feel hazel reach her hand over to your leg and push your cheer skirt out of the way starting to rub your thigh with her right hand in circular motions, the sensation of her dull nails scratching against you and her cold silver rings against your bare skin made you gasp. She continues rubbing your thigh making her way up when she finally gets to your panties, gently runs her index finger over the black lace finding you soaking wet, quivering under her touch. She turns, licks her lips and looks up at you with a smirk on her face beginning to slowly pull your panties to the side under the table as you look around the room, crossing your legs in attempt to stop her.

You thought that it would remind her that you were in public and make her stop but instead she leans into your neck and whispers in your ear "you're so naughty, I can feel how wet you are for me and I've barely even touched you yet, so desperate, now be a good girl spread your legs for me," her warm breath on your neck as you felt a shiver run down your spine. You knew she was right, your pussy was throbbing in pain, just begging for attention. But not here. You couldn't. "But what if someone sees, we shouldn't be doing this" you whisper back to her with a worried expression that just seems to please hazel more, "we shouldn't be doing this, but it's just too much fun watching you squirm in desperation."

You hesitate for a second considering the consequences of getting caught but you needed her, you couldnt wait any longer to have her inside of you. You nod to her in confirmation before un crossing your legs as her hand creeps back over to your legs, slowly caressing your thigh as it makes its way back up to your wet aching pussy. She slowly slips her hand into your panties and you sigh at the touch whilst staring straight ahead, trying not to draw attention.

You whine as shes running her finger around your clit not applying any pressure. "Youre such a tease hazel, please keep going, make me want you even more" you whisper, smiling to yourself then all of a sudden she slips a finger inside of you, "ahh fuck!" you whimper at the sudden sensation but she quickly kicks your leg to stop you, "we wouldn't want anyone to find out that you were so desperate for me you couldn't wait till class was over now would we? So shut up and don't make a fucking sound, do you understand?" She whispers whilst inserting a second finger and speeding up the pace.

For some reason her words only made you drip in arousal, which would have gone unnoticed if it wasn't for the fact that her fingers were currently inside of you pumping in and out curling them, feeling your pussy clench and push your juice out, making your thighs glisten from your wetness. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to keep quiet but unable to contain your whimpers "fuck, yes, i understand hazel, please just dont stop" you hold your breath as her fingers pump in and out of you "fuck, you feel so good," you whisper under your breath as you start to grind against her hand, getting more and more turned on. "Uh uh don't be so eager now, i'm in control here and I tell you when you can cum. You're mine and you will do as I say, got it?" You whimper and nod as you try to focus on what mr g is saying to distract yourself but the waves of pleasure washing over you are too much, making it impossible to think about anything but cumming with hazel inside of you. She continues to pump in and out of you, slowing down, finding a rhythm that makes your thighs tremble, "you feel so tight and wet, just like i imagined," hazel whimpers becoming wet herself, knowing how shes making you feel. you start to feel a warmth growing as your climax is building, you start to become desperate trying to hold off your orgasm as it approaches trying to plead with hazel "please, let me cum. please. I'm so close." As hazel looks over at you about to speak, you hear your name called, but not by hazel, by mr g.

You had almost completely forgotten that you were sitting in your 3rd period history class when he called out your name. You look up trembling, struggling to compose myself with hazels fingers still inside of you. "Who was the first suffragette? You sit there in silence, too scared to say anything as youre holding off youre climax as the teacher looks at you in confusion.

He repeats himself once again, eyebrows raised as the whole class turns round to hear you answer. Hazel is still touching you under the table, so pleased with herself and the effect she has on you as shes trying to hold in her laughter. "um its emmaline pankhurst, sir." You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to hold it together as her fingers continue to pulse deep inside you. "Are you okay?" he asks, looking extremely confused. "Mhm" you hum forcing a smile as everyone turns back towards the board and mr g looks back to the writing on the board and writes Emmeline pankhurst on the board.

Hazel giggles and looks over at you as you thighs begin to jerk and shake. Hazels fingers curl once more, hitting your g spot and sending you over the edge. You let out quiet whimpers and sob as the pressure in your stomach builds until you're cumming all over hazels hand. You sigh in relief and look over at her, lips still trembling "shhhh it's okay, you did so good," she whispers in your ear as she pulls her fingers out and quickly sucks them clean. "mmm oh fuck, that was so close. i can't believe we did that in class. but it was so worth it," you say, feeling satisfied.

Hazel looks at u with a menacing grin, "oh I'm not done with you just yet. Ask to go to the bathroom and meet me in my car, I will be there soon," handing you her car keys. You shudder from how bold she is, not realising just how much you like it. You raise your hand and ask to go to the bathroom. Mr g says yes and as u leave the room, he hands you 3 tampons and 2 pads, "here you go, feel better?" You sigh as you can hear hazel cackling at the back of the class and then close the door behind you.

You go out to her car, and open it, sitting in the backseat. You sit in silence for a moment waiting for hazel. She's taking so long, you think. She wouldn't mind you convince yourself as you slide off your lace thong halfway just so you have better access to your clit and spread your legs. You start circling it with your finger, sighing at the touch. You increase the speed and pressure, moaning hazels name imagining it was her, breathing heavily not taking any notice of what's going on around you when you hear the car door slam.

There hazel is, sitting next to you on the backseat of her car. "Tut tut, such a little slut, couldn't even wait for me. "You know you can't just touch yourself without my permission, I'm going to have to punish you for that, see I was gonna fuck you, but now I'm going to make you ride my thigh and imagine what it would have felt like to have me bucking into you with my strap." You beg her, "please hazel I need you," as you drip onto her seats, she just smirks "so eager, you're such a naughty girl, you didn't follow the rules and now you have to be punished."

You waste no time, climbing on top of her and resting yourself ontop of her thigh one knee either side of hers. You kiss her passionately, not caring about being messy as you move down to kiss her neck, sucking gently and then licking over the marks you make to soothe them. You slightly press your knee into her which causes her to throw her head back in pleasure, you get the hint that she needs some attention so you sit her up to help her pull her shirt and sports bra off and throw it in the front seat. "Wow you're so beautiful," you say taking her in before asking "Can I?" and looking down at her tits. She quickly nodded and you began to kiss down from her neck to her tits, sucking leaving hickeys everywhere, marking her to show everyone who she belongs to. "aren't people going to see those?" She asks concerned, "what, you don't want people to know how good your girlfriend fucks you?" She giggles "everyone is going to know soon when they hear you begging for more," you say and without hesitation you take it in ur mouth, she gasps and arches her back again, quietly sighing at the pleasure. You swirl your tongue round her nipple, gently nibbling at it and sucking, paying close attention to how her body reacts. You start to play with her other breast gripping it and lightly grazing over her nipple with your thumb.

Before you could move over to begin kissing her other breast, she grips your wrist hard and stops you, "Remember what you were doing?" You look back into her ocean blue eyes looking back at me intently, "but I could practically feel your pussy throbbing, I thought-" She interrupts, "Careful now, don't be so eager, we will get to me but right now let's just focus on making you cum all over my car seats, mmm how i love it when you lose control like this, for me." If there was one thing you knew about hazel, it was that she always made sure you came first, you weren't quite sure why, maybe it turns her on or something, or maybe she just liked being in control.

Either way, you listened to her and lowered yourself down onto her thigh. You angle your hips so that when you grind your hips onto her thick thighs, your clit can rub against her leg muscles. You start to grind up and down on her thigh, soaking it in your own arousal. "I'm so wet for you hazel," you moan whilst humping her leg, hearing you say her name whilst getting using her to get yourself off must have turned her on because she started moaning too her voice becoming shaky. "Such a pretty pussy, look how easily youre sliding up and down," she groans watching as your slick coats her thigh.

You speed up the pace and she leans towards you and pulls off your shirt and then unhook your bra, carelessly dropping them on the floor. She stares at you as your tits are bouncing up and down whilst you're fucking yourself on her. Your hips move faster when she wraps her hands around them to guide them her cold rings stinging her skin, pulling them up and down crashing down onto her thigh. "please baby, cum all over me, please," she says reaching down to her dripping wet pussy and slips her fingers in, curling them as she focuses on your tits. "I'm so close already," She says, embarrassed of how wet you made her. "Let's cum together" you moan and then go quiet as the sound of wet slaps now fill the car, "I need you to cum first," you say as you move your hand down to play with hazels clit, going in small circular motions, sending her over the edge, she lets out loud moans echoing through the car and cries out as the pressure in her stomach builds, twitching until her mouth opens wide and her eyes slam shut, coming all over the car seats.

Hearing her beautiful voice moaning your name and begging for you brings you closer to your climax and your thighs jerk and shake against her thighs, when she places a light smack on your ass, hard enough for it to sting, it sends you over the edge as you sigh and cum all over her thighs, soaking them so much that your cum is dripping off them onto the car seats, your juices mixing together. "you did so good," she whispers in your ear, "you have made such a mess of me and my car, I do hope you plan on cleaning this all up," she raises her brows. You grin at her and begin by licking up and down her thigh, making sure to suck and leave marks. "Oh wow, watching you taste yourself is making me even wetter than I already am," She sighs. "Want to taste?" you say as you bring your fingers to her lips and she begins to lick all around your digits, collecting every last drop.

You continue to clean up, licking your combined juices off the seat not taking your eyes off hazel. "Hazel you're just making more mess on the seat," you say looking down at her pussy, juices soaking through her boxers, I'm going to have to clean you up too am I?" You lay back on the seat and get her to move over so that she was straddling your face. You pull her boxers down, noticing a string of slick connecting her pussy and her boxers and wrap your hands around her hips, pulling her down onto your face, so that she can ride you. You grip her ass, squeezing it. She begins to grind her clit on your nose, moaning from the sensation.

Your tongue then slips inside her entrance, licking her juices and her moan grows louder as your motions speed up slightly, eating her out like youre starved. "You taste so good," you say, "keep going, I know you can cum for me one more time." You carry on pulling her down on your face as you eat her pussy, tasting her on your tongue and placing a smack on her ass, and she moaned loudly not expecting to like it as much as she did, making her thighs tremble and shake, squeezing her thighs so hard you thought she was going to crush your head when her orgasm washes over her and her pussy contracts, spilling all onto your face.

"Oh my god, that felt so good," She says as I lick her clean, and she collapses next to me. "Youre such a good girl, making me cum all over you," as she looks over smiling at you, licking your lips clean and wiping her cum off your chin. You lay down next to her still panting and place your head into the warmth of her neck, "I love you," you say for the first time ever, you don't know what came over you but you just felt like you needed to say it, "I love you too," She replies kissing my forehead.

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Revenge | part 1

Pairing: Hazel callahan x fem reader

Summary: You and Hazel are friends with benefits, hanging out in her yard and smoking a joint at night when you both hear a strange noise coming from upstairs..

Contains: smoking, flirting, extremely mild smut- making out, tit grabbing, ass grabbing, straddling

Word count: 1.7k

Start notes: not sure if I'm gonna do another part to this, depends on whether or not anybody actually reads it

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"What would you do to survive if we woke up tomorrow in a zombie apocalypse?" Hazel enquires, looking down at you, your head resting on her lap as shes gently twirling your hair around her long calloused fingers, her thick silver rings getting tangled in your hair, her other hand holding a joint as she brings it to her lips and breathes it in and is slightly coughing as she brings it down, offering it to you, exhaling the smoke facing upwards and to the right so that she doesn't blow it into your face, allowing you to see her sharp jawline flexing.

You accept reaching your hand up, your fingers lightly brushing against hers as you take it from her and sit up, turning your body back around to face her, bringing your knees up to sit comfortably on the cold grass.

You flick the Ash into the air, the wind blowing it away as you look across at hazel, her piercing azure gaze focused on you, patiently waiting in anticipation of your answer, as if she's been thinking about this scenario for her entire life, just waiting for the day that it was going to happen.

"Um idk I haven't really thought much about it, I guess I'd use my basement as a shelter and keep a gun down there just in case?" You reply dubiously, "what about you, what would you do?" As you inhale, choking on the smoke and immediately passing it back to hazel as she softly rubs your back.

"Oh, well personally i'd put on a diving suit, so they can't bite me obviously, steal a truck and drive to a hardware store, raid it for any sharp objects or weapons I could find and the supplies to make a bomb, then drive to a Costco and park right outside, steal a bunch of food and drink in bulk, enough to get me through at least 6 months, load it up into the truck and drive down to the docs. Then I'd sit in the car, make a bomb, and then load all the supplies I stole into a boat. Then I'd set the bomb in the truck on the docs for 15 minutes and head out to sea, its a well known fact that zombies can't swim" She says, casually whilst twisting the joint round inbetween her fingers, studying the end as its slowly burning.

You stare at her for a moment, taken aback by her alarmingly detailed plan, "Jeez haze, either you've thought about this a lot, or that joint has kicked in way quicker than I thought it would," you reply, reaching your hand out, gesturing to take another hit.

"You never know, always gotta be prepared," She shrugs and giggles, looking over at you intently, fidgeting with her rings, rotating them round her fingers.

"Soo.. in this genius plan of yours, is there enough room for another?" You ask boldly, smirking at her, scooting ever so slightly closer to her.

"Only for you," She answers confidently, now making eye contact with you with a shit eating grin on her face.

"Oh yeah?" You reply, biting down on your lip, now staring directly at hers. She begins to move closer to you, leaning over your body as you lean back on your elbows until she's practically straddling you. As she's about to kiss you, you both hear a noise coming from the top floor of her house, the lamp still on, causing hazel to move back and get on her feet. You follow behind, dropping the joint when you get to the patio, putting it out by stomping on it with your converse and pressing it into the ground.

You follow slowly behind her as she angrily storms into her house at a quick pace, slamming the doors open as they nearly swing back and hit you in the face. You watch as she makes her way to the bottom of the stairs and you both sit on the stairs, intensely listening to hear who those outrageously over the top moans are coming from in her moms bedroom, it goes silent for a second and then you hear, "Jeff hung-y, can I have a snack mrs callahan?"

You both look at each other in disgust, immediately realising who was in there. Hazel raises her eyebrows and sighs, "I can not believe her right now. She swore to me. She promised it was over between them. She ended it with him after the game. For me," She exclaims angrily, tears welling up in her eyes, "she's a fucking liar!"

You look over at her and gently embrace her as she throws her face into your chest, sobbing as you play with her hair and rest your face on her head. You both stay like that for a moment, sitting on the stairs together as you try to comfort her, when she slowly lifts her head up to look at you.

"I can't believe her, I don't know what to do," She mumbles, tears dripping down her face.

You look down at her, hand cupping her face as you wipe her tears with your thumb and lean down into her ear and whisper, I have an idea, if you want to get her back, but your really going to have to trust me."

Her eyes widen, and you can see the colour come back to her cheeks as she leans back into your ear, "always," She whispers back to you. Quickly, you grab her hand and drag her into the kitchen and softly push her against the fridge, making a handful of ice dispense from the ice machine as you're holding her shoulders, kissing her passionately.

"Woah, what are y-" She tries to ask breathlessly, but you interrupt her with another kiss.

"Remember what I said?" You say to her in a low voice, making sure only she could hear, "you said you trust me."

She stares into your eyes for a moment, does a small nod and grabs your waist, pushing you back into the kitchen island, knocking over a bag of chips left open presumably by Jeff when he arrived earlier.

You both stop to look down at the chips on the floor and smile as hazel slides her arm across the counter, wiping all the cereal bars and candy packets onto the floor, making a loud noise. She lifts you up onto the counter so that your now sitting on the island, kissing you deeply. You caress her shaggy locs with your hands feeling her soft ends on your fingertips. She begins to explore your body with her hands, running them down from your waist to your hips and gliding them up your skirt, gripping your thigh so tightly it causes you to let out a soft whimper into her mouth, only making her move her hand further up.

You pull apart just for a moment and exchange a look of understanding before scooting back and laying down on the countertop, supporting yourself with your elbows as hazel climbs on top of you straddling your hips.

You begin making out again, even more aggressively than before, and your hand reaches up her shirt, pawing at her tit over her sports bra. She moans, "just go under it for fucks sake" raising her eyebrows at you then continuing to work on your face, your lips getting swollen and your cheeks beginning to redden.

You do as she says, sliding your hand under the elastic of her sports bra and grabbing her tit, realising how big they are, you pull your lips away, "haze how the hell have you been hiding these under your oversized button ups, if I had your tits I'd take every chance I got to show them off."

She blushes, and just as she's about to reply, you hear laughing and footsteps, so she leans in again and kisses you violently, slightly flipping up your skirt with her wrist as she circles it with her thumb.

You take her nipple between your fingers and rub it, grazing your thumb over it, leading to hazel letting out a whine just as Jeff skids into the kitchen, gasping and Mrs callahan struts in behind him carrying a glass of wine, only to drop it at the sight of you and hazel sprawled out on her kitchen counter.

"What in the actual hell is going on here, Hazel?" Mrs callahan yells as Hazel pulls away, looks over at her mom, shrugs her shoulders, and continues to kiss you.

Dammit that was hot. Definitely going to have to add that to the hazel spank bank that you definitely were not mentally collecting.

You take that as a sign to continue and you take it even further by running your hand down hazels back and grabbing her ass, gently slapping it and kiss down to her neck, beginning to make a mark just below that beautiful jawline of hers.

You sneak a peak over at the door, and Jeff had collected the snacks from the floor and went back up the stairs carrying them all in his elbows. Mrs callahan was still standing there in pure shock for a good 30 seconds, until she went over to the cupboard, grabbed a bottle of wine, went to pour a glass but then just taken the bottle and went away.

You pull away from hazels neck, "Your mom," you sigh, completely out of breath, "she's gone."

"I know." Hazel grinned as she quickly moved her hand up your shirt and unhooked your bra with one hand.

Again. Another thing you were definitely not adding to the hazel spank bank that definitely did not exist.

You carry on working at her neck like it was your last goddamn meal until you have to take a break and breathe for a moment, hand still firmly placed on her ass.

"You look so pretty like this," hazel mumbled under her breath, watching you lean your head back, panting.

"Hm?" You ask, pretending not to hear her, "what was that callahan?"

"Don't push it," She replies before cupping your face with her hands, "Are you really going to make me shut you up myself?"

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Hazel Callahan Headcannons

Cute little hazel headcannons <3

❥Hazel! Who definitely has a camera that she brings with everywhere, taking pictures of everything she sees and prints them out for her scrapbook

❥Hazel! Who loves to crochet, is always making you things to wear like scarves and shirts and feels super proud when she sees you wearing them

❥Hazel! Who gets super frustrated on claw machines but refuses to give up until she's won you a stuffed animal

❥Hazel! Who loves dinosaurs and has at least 3 pairs of boxers with dinos on them

❥Hazel! Who has a scrapbook and spends hours making a page after every time the fight club does something together, using way too many stickers from her massive sticker collection

❥Hazel! Who loves Adam Sandler movies and forces you to watch them with her as she watches you to make sure you're laughing at all the right parts

❥Hazel! Who listens to niche indie bands nobody has ever heard of

❥Hazel! Who's favorite shirt is a teenage mutant ninja turtles shirt that she wears as pajamas and you're always wearing it when u stay round her house

❥Hazel! Who loves making beaded bracelets for people and made matching fight club bracelets for everyone

Nsfw 18+ headcannons

❥Hazel! Who really loves fucking you in your cheer skirt, just something about seeing it flowing up and down as you bounce on her strap really turns her on

❥Hazel! Who is a service top and really loves to talk through it, her main priority being making sure that you feel good

❥Hazel! Who grips your ass so hard while eating you out that you always have finger shaped bruises the next day

❥Hazel! Who's loves bending you over while you stand face pressed against the wall, helpless as she bucks into you with her strap

❥Hazel! Who loves it when you sit on her face, the bump in her nose grinding on your clit as she eats you out like she's starved, your juices dripping down her chin

❥Hazel! Who loves to kiss you after you eat her out, tasting herself on your tongue

❥Hazel! Who always texts you and let's you know when she's jerking off to pictures of you, letting you know how much she wishes it was your fingers inside of her

❥Hazel! Who carries her strap around in her backpack at all times just incase you decide to fuck in the backseat of her car

❥Hazel! Who loves it when you give her hickeys, always wearing a shirt that shows them off like it's a mf trophy