#perv!hazel callahan

[murdrdocs]

Perv!hazel who likes watching you change in the locker room for gym class or fight club and you secretly notice it and love it

ngl this went in a completely diff direction ...

cw for perv hazel, panty stealer hazel + dub con somnophilia 18+ ONLY MDNI

perv!hazel who doesn’t realize you can feel her eyes on you. she doesn’t realize that the gaze of her icy blue eyes is strong enough to trigger your senses, to tell you that someone is watching you, inciting you to teasingly strip for your audience.

perv!hazel who ogles more than anything else. she wants to run her hands along your back. she wants to hold your waist all the way down to your hips while she fucks you from behind. there’s loads more she wants to do with you, but she can’t think clearly when you pull your sports bra over your head, the motion slow and tantalizing.

perv!hazel who notices you've dropped a pair of panties, yet doesn't notice you've done it on purpose. they're sitting under the bench in the locker room, a pair from pink, cheeky, color matching the brand name with the signature dog on the front.

perv!hazel who stuffs them in her pocket instead of returning them to you. she takes them home, buries her nose in them, pictures you in them while she has her dominant hand stuffed in her own (soaked) panties.

perv!hazel who absolutely freaks whenever you somehow end up at a sleepover at her place. it's due to a long chain of telephone that she can't grasp no matter how often stella repeats it, but you end up in the callahan home, wearing tiny pajamas that look like something regina george herself would wear. she can't stop looking at your ass, exposed from the shortest shorts known to man.

perv!hazel who stumbles upon you, an early sleeper, knocked out in her bedroom. your phone still plays some tiktok (an edit of a movie character), limp in your hand, your other hand nestled between your plush thighs. she should close the door, turn the light off, return downstairs to watch the next installment of the halloween franchise that the girls have been steadily working through all night. these are things she should do.

perv!hazel who instead peels your thighs apart, pulls your shorts down –– your only layer –– and buries her head between your cunt to take what she's been desiring for so long.

perv!hazel who's instantly spurred on by your hips bucking into her face, your hand carding through her hair, and your lips moaning her name.

[elsweetheart]

perv!hazel peeking into the locker room when ur changing ur cheerleader uniform!!! seeing the edges of ur panties while ur bent over digging through your cheer bag. seeing u sweaty from practice and imagining u sweaty from from … other activities, lipstick smeared, eyes half lidded.. n her heart skips

im super obsessed with the idea of university cheerleader reader and hazel, who is the sports teams mascot, having to dress in a giant bear suit, hair always stuck to her neck and forehead from sweat when she takes off the helmet bear head. she likes the job, it actually pays believe it or not, but to be honest she’d probably do it for free, because she loves the way people cheer and wave when they see her as the mascot, probably the first time in her life she’s gained that much positive attention.

off the court, the other cheerleader pretty much totally ignore her existence, but not you. you’re always sweet to her, even if it’s just a simple “good job out there!” manicured hand brushing the shoulder of her mascot suit as she stares after you with a dopey smile, holding the bear head in her hands.

she feels guilty, because you’re sweet to her and yet she still can’t help but act like a creep towards you. sharing the changing rooms after a game, glancing subtly at you as she changes herself, catching glimpses of you bending over in that little skirt. you deserved to be rewarded for being so nice to her, you know? deserve to lay on your back and get treated like a princess, hazels head between your thighs, spitting and sucking on your clit after a long rehearsal. she’d do anything to be near you, she’d lick the sweat off your back if you let her. sometimes she swears you catch her looking and don’t say anything, just slowly pulling off your shirt like you’re putting on a show for her— but she thinks she’s getting ahead of herself.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Pervert // Hazel Callahan*

request: Fem!reader catches hazel masterbating with her underwear that she stole

prompts: none!

summary: hazel was running late and wasn’t answering your texts, so you went up to her room to get her. but when you find her touching herself, you have trouble controlling your desires.

warnings: smut, language, perv!hazel, sub!hazel, dom!reader, kinda perv!reader, masturbating, voyeurism, cunnilingus, squirting, hair pulling

word count: 1.6k

a/n: reader has female anatomy, no gendered pronouns are used

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You grumbled in annoyance as you glanced down at your phone yet again, waiting to see if Hazel was finally ready to go. The two of you were supposed to head to the library to work on some feminism project Mr. G assigned, and now you were waiting in front of her house to pick her up but Hazel wasn’t answering. You groaned in frustration as you slumped forward, resting your head against the steering wheel, before giving up and deciding to go get her yourself.

You walked up to Hazel’s front door, suddenly feeling very intimidated by the sheer size of her house. You had to check the address she has texted you three times after you arrived, assuming you were at the wrong place. Hazel didn’t act like any rich person you had ever known, and you certainly didn’t expect her to live in a place like this.

Knocking on the door, you fiddled with your necklace while you waited for someone to answer. A few moments later, Mrs. Callahan opened the door with a bright smile on her face.

“Ah, you must be y/n, right? Hazel said you were heading to the library to work on some project?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m supposed to pick her up, but she isn’t answering so I just wanted to see if she was ready.”

Mrs. Callahan stepped aside to let you in before pointing towards the stairs. “Third door on the right.”

You smiled, albeit awkwardly, before heading for the stairs, muttering a quick thanks under your breath as you went. You walked up the stairs and towards the door Mrs. Callahan had told you to go to, hoping you had the right room. As you neared, you heard a strange sound coming from what you assumed to be Hazel’s room.

Was she crying? You quickened your pace, feeling a tad worried at the thought, before stopping in your tracks when you finally reached her door. It didn’t sound like crying anymore. It was almost like… oh. OH.

You felt your face heat up as Hazel’s soft moans filtered through from the other side of the door. You couldn’t help but press your ear up to the door, wanting to hear more, even though you felt disgusting for doing it. And in doing so, you heard another sound. This one being a soft buzzing. Your eyes widened as your thoughts ran wild, conjuring pictures of what she could look like just on the other side of the door.

Eventually, your curiosity got the best of you, and you twisted the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open a crack. Peeking in, you felt your knees grow weak at just the sight of her. She was writhing around on her bed in nothing but her bra, holding a small vibrator directly onto her clit. And her other hand was holding something up to her face, almost as if she was trying to breathe in whatever she was holding.

You carefully pushed the door open just a little more, wanting to get a better look. You fought to hold back a gasp when you finally recognized what she was holding in her other hand. It was a pair of your panties, the black lacy ones that had disappeared in the locker room when you went to take a shower after fight club.

You could barely keep yourself together as you felt a throbbing in between your legs begin to grow. She was touching herself while smelling your dirty panties. It was so gross, you should’ve been disgusted, but somehow, you only found it hot.

With a sudden burst of unexpected confidence, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, before closing it behind you and finally alerting Hazel of your presence. Her eyes widened in shock, moving the vibrator away from her clit and desperately trying to conceal your panties in her fist.

“So that’s where my panties went,” you said, a teasing smile on your face as you walked closer to her, not missing the way she shivered under your intense gaze.

“I- I’m sorry,” Hazel said, her cheeks flushing bright red as she stared down at her sheets in embarrassment.

You continued to walk closer before sitting down in front of her on her bed. “You’re disgusting, Hazel. You’re a dirty little pervert. But I’m sure you know that already, don’t you?”

She nodded hesitantly, a bit unnerved from how close you had gotten to her. She still couldn’t bring herself to look at you, embarrassed at having been caught.

You smiled again, shifting forward slightly when your attention was drawn back to her legs. Her thighs were desperately rubbing together, the ache in her core building from having been denied her orgasm. You pouted teasingly and placed a hand on her thigh. Hazel jumped slightly at the contact but didn’t try to push you away.

“Oh, you poor thing. You didn’t get to finish, did you?”

Hazel shook her head, the blush on her cheeks darkening even more. “No…”

“Maybe I should help you with that. I mean, afterall, it was my fault you didn’t get to cum…”

Hazel’s head whipped up, her eyes wide as she looked at you in shock. “W-what? You- you want to…” she trailed off, too flustered by your sudden advances to finish her sentence.

“I want to make you cum. If you’ll let me, that is.”

Hazel still looked a bit shocked by your words, but nodded eagerly nonetheless. You smiled seductively and slowly pulled her legs open, feeling your head spin at the sight of her dripping pussy. You couldn’t help but reach forward and drag a finger up her folds, causing Hazel’s hips to buck up when you brushed over her clit.

“Oh, poor baby. You must need to cum so badly,” you said, moving to lay on your stomach in between her legs.

Hazel’s breath hitched as she watched your movements, suddenly becoming aware of what you intended to do. She let her legs spread a little wider, giving you more room, and she tangled her hands in your hair, gripping tightly to ground herself.

You let out a soft moan at the feeling of Hazel tugging at your hair. You usually didn’t like it when someone pulled your hair, but with Hazel, it was like you couldn’t get enough. You brought a hand forward and spread her folds, strings of arousal connecting your fingers. You leaned down and spit on her pussy, eliciting a moan from Hazel at the feeling.

And then your mouth was on her, your lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently, causing Hazel to let out the most pornographic moan she’d ever made as her hips bucked up into your face.

You placed your hands on her hips to stop her from squirming so much and then began licking up and down her folds, your nose bumping against her clit. Hazel whimpered and tightened her grip in your hair as she tried to pull you closer.

“F-fuck! I- I’m gonna…” Hazel trailed off, struggling to speak due to the constant moans and whimpers falling from her lips.

You moved back up to her clit, sucking harder than before. You felt a sense of pride build up in you as Hazel practically screamed and her back arched off of the bed. Her thighs shook as she approached her high, her words nothing but a slurred mess as she ground her hips against your face.

And then you finally pushed her over the edge, and she squirted on your face. Her taste was intoxicating as you lapped up her cum, caught in such a daze from the feeling that you didn’t realize you were overstimulating her.

Hazel whined softly as she tried to pull you away. “Y/n, please… ‘s too much.”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from her pussy and sat up to face her again. Your face was practically drenched in her arousal, your mouth and chin covered in her slick. You licked your lips clean while still looking at her, not missing the way her cheeks lit up in embarrassment.

“Aw, you really were close before I walked in,” you pouted teasingly. “How was that, baby?” you asked with a slightly cocky smile on your face.

Hazel was still out of breath and dazed from the pleasure you gave her, a blissed out smile on her face. “Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”

You smiled and leaned in to press a soft kiss on her lips. Hazel felt her head spin from tasting herself on your lips, it was dizzying in the best way possible.

“I think we should probably work on that project another day.”

Hazel nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I don’t think I’d be able to focus on anything right now.”

You hummed in agreement and shifted up the bed to lay down next to her. “Oh, by the way, you can keep my panties, since you seemed to want them so bad.”

Hazel’s face turned even redder as she felt a sense of embarrassment building inside of her. “Sorry about that. They were just right there and I couldn’t help myself.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. You’re a perv, you can’t help it.”

Hazel smiled awkwardly, feeling more embarrassed by your words. You smiled back at her and kissed her again.

“Lucky for you, you’re a cute perv.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, Hazel laying on your chest. She gazed up at you, the look on her face seeming like she wanted to ask you something.

“What is it?”

She smiled shyly as she looked away from you. “I was just wondering if maybe… I could make you feel good too?”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “As if I would ever say no to that.”

tags: @fictionalgap

[goldvenuslvrs]

Masterlist

angst ☂ | smut ☀ | fluff ☁ | suggestive ✦

(h) headcanon | (os) one shot | (mc) multi chapter (two or more) | (b) blurb

JJ Maybank

(os) do you love me - a touron makes jj doubt your feelings for him until he hears you talking to kiara ☁ ☂✦

(h) nicknames - what nicknames does jj like to call you ☁ ✦

(h) jealousy - how jj acts when he’s jealous  ☂ ✦ ☁

(h) period pain - how jj acts when you’re on your period ☁

(mc) kindred souls - jj doesn’t really how much you have in common until you show up covered in bruises ☂ ☁   

(mc) like fire -  miscommunication is a bitch. you and jj know that better than anyone but can you get your act together before it’s too late? ☁ ☂

(os) pillow forts fix everything - you thought you were hiding how much you were struggling but you didn’t take into account how observant your boyfriends were ☂ ☁

(h) sfw alphabet ☁

John B Routledge

(os) every road leads back to you - after running from the cops, john b finds himself at his ex’s door, needing her help  ☁ ☂

(h) nicknames - what nicknames does john like to call you ☁ ✦

(os) pillow forts fix everything - you thought you were hiding how much you were struggling but you didn’t take into account how observant your boyfriends were ☂ ☁

Pope Heyward

(os) in love with my best friend - you and pope are in love. everyone can see it but you. will pope ever make a move? ☁

Kiara Carrera

(os) love at first injury - when she kiara went for a walk on the beach, she didn’t expect to meet the love of her life. she didn’t expect to get knocked off her feet by a volleyball either ☁

(os) mission: get kiara a girlfriend - kiara carrera and y/n y/l/n are in love. but they seem to be the only ones that aren’t aware of that fact. thankfully, sarah cameron is a woman on a mission - get kiara a girlfriend ☁

Sarah Cameron

(os) mine - sarah gets jealous at a kegger and shows you who you belong to ☀

Hazel Callahan

(h) general headcanons - what is hazel like pre- relationship and during a relationship ☁ ☀

(b) perv!hazel getting flustered around cheerleader!reader ☀ ☁

(b/os) hazel overhearing you masturbating and you moan her name ☀

(h) hazel being oblivious ☁

(h) baking with gf!hazel ☁

[elsweetheart]

thinking abt perv!hazel……idk

perv!hazel who asks you tonnes of questions thinking she’s slick ….. inserting herself in the conversation, plopping down into the universities library booth when she overhears you sat with PJ discussing masturbation.

“and i— jesus, hi hazel.”

“what are you guys talking about?”

“like… flicking the bean n’stuff.” PJ answers for you.

“cool, cool. like… how, though?” hazels voice trails off, leaving you room to answer, infact staring directly at you, not caring for PJs response.

“just the regular way, i guess.” you twirl your pen, staring at the typo you made in your notepad and going to scribble it out. hazel plucks the pen from your hand, silently commanding your attention and you look up nonethewiser to her perversion.

“like on your back? on your side?”

“am i being interrogated?” you giggle.

“no, just wondering how other people do it.”

you stare at her for a moment, and you’d think maybe that silence would fill her with some shame, but she simply continues to stare at you, wide eyed and curious.

“mostly on my back, legs open, you know.” hazel swallows, surprised she didn’t gulp comically loud like a cartoon character. “sometimes i hump a pillow— do you ever do that?” you turn your body towards PJ who was staring at hazel with a knowing, and slightly disgusted expression. PJ directs her attention to you once more, answering and the brunette masc hears her own voice once more.

“a pillow?” her question overlaps the conversation. you tilt your head with a smile, innocent as ever to hazels questioning unlike your friend, leaning your elbows on the table to explain.

“yeah! like, you’ve never done that? straddle a pillow and grind on it ‘til you… y’know?” hazels widening her eyes again, thinking about all the times they’d hung out in your dorm, probably sat right beside a pillow you’ve cum all over. she tried to imagine it, your skirt rucked up around your waist, mouth open letting out sweet moans. hazel was going to have to excuse herself soon, feeling too hot in the layers she wore.

“why all the questions, haze?” PJ asks like she knows the answer, voice flat and words slow. hazels eyes jump between the two of them and then shrugs innocently. she liked to think she had an innocent face, can get away with a lot. she appears to be right when you shrug casually in response; a kind smile on your face directed towards hazel, always having thought PJ was a little harsh on her.

“doesn’t bother me.”