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loser!virgin!hazel headcannons*
loser!virgin!hazel who can't help but blush everytime you talk to her because having your attention on her never fails to make her flustered
loser!virgin!hazel who constantly stutters and stumbles over her words when talking to you because you're so pretty she just can't think straight
loser!virgin!hazel who always stares at you in class and daydreams about being with you
loser!virgin!hazel who thought you were joking when you told her you liked her because no one's ever felt like that about her before
loser!virgin!hazel who tenses up every time you touch her because she's still not used to the dizzying feeling of your skin against hers
loser!virgin!hazel who almost blacks out when you kiss her for the first time because she's feeling so many things at once and it was overwhelming in the best way possible
loser!virgin!hazel who accidentally lets it slip that she's a virgin and you just can't stop teasing her about it (not that she minds in the slightest)
loser!virgin!hazel who practically short circuits the first time she sees your tits
loser!virgin!hazel who is so whiny and squirmy the first time you go down on her because it feels so good that she just can't control herself
loser!virgin!hazel who begs you to let her eat you out because she's been fantasizing about it for so long (and how could you ever say no to that?)
loser!virgin!hazel who accidentally overstimulates you when she goes down on your for the first time because you taste so good and she loves how you sound and just can't bring herself to stop
loser!virign!hazel who whines so pathetically when you finally manage to pull her out from between your legs
loser!virgin!hazel who is so obsessed with you and making you feel good that she doesn't care about whether or not she cums too
loser!virgin!hazel who lets you use her like a fucktoy after you've had a stressful day
loser!virgin!hazel who practically worships the ground you walk on because you're so beautiful and she still can't believe you're actually hers
loser!virgin!hazel who would let you do anything you want to her because she's too whipped to ever say no
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elsweetheart · 5 months
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omg idk if this is ok to ask since you’ve never written for hazel but like what do you think her reaction to you mindlessly wearing a super short skirt in front of her would be like… maybe ur like freshly into the relationship n didn’t have sex yet so she’d go crazy i 🤭
no because she’s so silly and awkward but like so horny ♡
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waiting in line for your iced latte at the university cafe and she’s backed up a few steps, literally removing her arm from around your shoulder so she can ogle at you without looking like a total creep. you look back to glance at her and she nearly does a full spin trying to pretend she wasn’t looking — and she wasn’t! honest! she was trying to read the rhinestone lettering on the tiny pink skirt that just happened to be spelling something out across your ass!
you didn’t even say anything or acknowledge her gaze, and yet excuses come tumbling suddenly — “n-no—i wasn’t — you had a…” she waves her hand like she’s casting a fucking spell, mumbling something about a stain and your attention is captured again by the barista handing over your drink, paying no attention to hazels rambling as it certainly wasn’t out of character. it’s only back in the safety of your dorm when she brings it up again, because she quite literally cannot keep her eyes off the skirt so she figured she should say something, you know out of politeness.
“so, ‘that a new skirt or?” she trails off hoping it sounded casual and nonchalant. you stand from where you’re sat at your desk, absolutely elated that she noticed the tiny skirt you wore just for her, and she’s breaking into a grin of her own at how cute you were when you were excited. god, she was down dreadful.
“yes! i literally went to get it from the post room yesterday, it’s so cute — it says spoiled across the ass look!” you turn around, twisting at the waist to look down at it yourself. hazels eyes widen naturally, rubbing her sweaty hands on her knees, self soothing so she didn’t nut in her pants there and then. the swell of your ass peeks from beneath the skirt, having ridden up and her mouth waters. she wants to bite the flesh there, not in a weird way or anything just… shit.
“y—i mean, yeah it’s…” she stands up, wandering over to you gently slapping her fist into the palm of her opposing hand, smile fading into more of a smirk— not cocky just… relaxed. whatever it was, it made you bat your lashes a little. “you kinda have this thing where you look good in everything you wear?” she squints, leaning back a little, her voice getting higher as if she was gently breaking news to you. “but the skirt is really pretty. you’re really pretty.” she smiles simply.
you feel all hot in the face and appreciated, rolling your glossy lips over eachother (which she doesn’t miss, her eyes flickering downwards chanting ‘oh fuck’ in her head undoubtably.) “well im glad. i did buy it because like… i don’t know, wanted you to like it.” you get all shy on her and she smiles even bigger.
“well i definitely do. a little too much.”
you giggle and so does she, your fingers interlocking where they hang before you lift them up, looking up sweetly through your lashes to kiss the ring on her knuckle. she shouldn’t get a shiver up her spine from that, because it was pretty innocent— but she was having some urges all of a sudden. she gently shakes a hand free and cups your cheek. “you uh— missed my mouth.” her voice gets breathy towards the end of the sentence as she closes in, pressing her lips to yours.
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buckleysbitch · 4 months
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some miscellaneous hazel callahan x reader headcanons before i go to sleep ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
listen to hazels spotify here 𝄞₊ ⊹
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hazel who is completely oblivious to how many people want her
hazel who is hyper aware of how many people want you
hazel who studied a diagram of a v before she came over to your house for the first time
hazel who still couldn’t find the clit anyways
hazel who stims by braiding your hair
hazel who loves to bake for you and always shows up at your house at the wee hours of the night covered in flour to give you some random pastry
hazel who has a drink named after her at the local coffee shop because of how often she’s in there
hazel who’s room is literally trinketville
hazel who loves listening to taylor swift with you
hazel who is always giving you oddly shaped carabiners (like seriously where does she find them)
hazel who’s love language is physical touch
hazel who begs you to do her makeup, not because she likes the makeup itself, but because you have to sit on top of her, faces inches away for upwards of 40 minutes
hazel who is never not listening to fall out boy
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lily-fics-11 · 2 months
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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 1 (Hazel Callahan)
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The Girl Next Door
Fic master post here (feel free to comment to be added to tag list)
You hadn’t been close with your neighbor Hazel for a few years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes.
Chapter 1
You reunite with Hazel and clean her up after fight club
CW: mentions of blood and injury, allusions to violence, cursing, not beta read
You make your way to the locker room after staying behind at school to work on a group project. You forgot your hoodie in your gym locker, so you are grabbing it quickly before heading home. 
While you are at your locker you hear the door open and close. Someone else has entered the locker room, but you don’t think anything of it. 
As you go to leave you walk past the bathroom and you see someone standing in front of one of the sinks. She is facing the other way but you can see her reflection in the mirror. You notice that there is blood on her face and dripping down her shirt, paired with a swollen eye. You are obviously concerned and stop to take a closer look. Upon further inspection you realize that it is your neighbor.
“Hazel?” You call as you approach her. She sees you in the mirror and turns around. Why does she look amused?
“Hey!” She greets you like the circumstances are normal. 
“What the hell happened to you?” This wasn’t the best school, but you would never have thought someone would get attacked like this. 
“Oh this?” She looks down at her bloody shirt and shrugs. “I was just in fight club.”
“Who are you? Brad Pitt?” You are a little angry, what the hell is fight club and how did someone sweet and innocent like Hazel end up in it? You can’t help but feel bad for thinking that she looks kind of hot like this. 
“No, no, of course not. Some of my friends have started a self defense club, we call it fight club because we learn to defend ourselves by fighting eachother.”
You sigh and decide to save your questions for later and give in to your instinct to take care of her.
“Why don’t we get you cleaned up?” You suggest to her.
She shifts uncomfortably and scratches the back of her head. She avoids eye contact by looking at the floor.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really,” she protests. 
“I can’t just leave you here like this. I know we aren’t close anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” You mean every word. Hazel started to distance herself from you towards the end of middle school. You never knew why. You settled in with the popular crowd and Hazel settled in to her own niche. But it hurt you so badly and came right as you realized you had feelings for her. You have pushed those feelings down over the years, you’ve even had a girlfriend. But seeing Hazel like this, your old feelings are bubbling up to the surface. 
Her eyes just widen, surprised, as if you had been the one to push her away. She tries to hide it, but a smile starts to creep across her face. “I guess I could use some help cleaning up. It doesn’t usually get so messy, I swear.”
“Oh believe me, I’m going to need to hear more about this fight club. But right now we need to do something about all of this blood,” your voice is tender, you are not sure exactly what she’s been through today and you want to be delicate. 
You put your things down and grab a paper towel. You wet it and get closer to Hazel. As you reach towards her face she takes a sharp breath in. You aren’t sure why though, you haven’t even touched her yet. 
“I promise I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but it’s still going to hurt,” you explain. 
Hazel just nods and closes her eyes.
You begin to dab the wet paper towel on her face and the blood starts to come off. She winces with pain and says “ow” every once in a while, her eyes still sealed shut. 
“Why don’t you talk to me? It’ll distract you from the pain.” You are suggesting it for her, but also for you. You’ve really missed talking to Hazel.
She opens her eyes to look at you with a tense expression.
“Right, right. Good idea. Um… how have you been?”
“Well I haven’t been punched in the face recently, so better than you,” you laugh a little and she does too. 
“Fight club is great, for real. Yeah we get a little banged up, but it’s a safe space.”
You can’t help but laugh more as you echo “safe space.”
You expect her to continue to defend her new venture but she quickly changes the subject instead. 
“So, how’s your um,” Hazel pauses to clear her throat, “girlfriend?”
That takes you by surprise. You didn’t really talk to Hazel at all but you guess that it makes sense that she would know which lesbians are in relationships with each other. 
“Oh, we actually broke up. Last week,” you tell her shyly. It’s weird discussing your love life with someone that has your old feelings for her creeping up on you. 
“I’m… sorry to hear that.” Does she sound relieved? It wasn’t a secret that your ex wasn’t exactly the nicest to you, so that must be it. 
“It was for the best. Things weren’t exactly good between us,” you admit.
“You deserve so much better than her!” Hazel blurts out unexpectedly.
“I… thank you. That means a lot to me.” She just nods her head. 
You take a step back and her eyes widen, seeming to think it was her fault. 
“I’m done,” you tell her and you see a wave of relief come over her.
“What are we going to do about that shirt?”
“I’ll just change when I get home.” Hazel tells you. 
“No, no.” You protest and pick up your hoodie. You offer it to her “take this.”
Hazel’s eyes dart around nervously. “That’s, um, okay.”
“You are going to get your little fight club disbanded” you warn, “if anyone sees you walking around with blood all over you like that. It’s bad enough that you’ve got a black eye. Plus everyone is still freaking out about that girl getting beat up by the Huntington football player.”
Hazel takes a nervous breath and starts to pull her shirt off. Your eyes widen and you know you should look away but it’s hard to when she reveals her toned stomach and sports bra. “What are you…” you begin to question frantically. 
She cuts you off, “I don’t want to get any blood on your sweatshirt.”
You nod and finally peel your eyes off of her. You look away but leave your hand out so she can take the hoodie. 
After a moment she clears her throat and you look back at her. You can’t help but smile a little bit seeing your hoodie on Hazel. 
“I better get going,” she says and she starts to walk away. You step in front of her.
“Your eye is practically swollen shut. You can’t drive like that. I’ll give you a ride home.”
She freezes like a dear in headlights. She looks like she’s about to protest but she knows you are right. 
“But my car? How am I supposed to get back to it, get to school tomorrow?” She asks nervously. 
“I’ll just drive you to school tomorrow,” you tell her with a smirk. You can’t help it. The thought of getting to spend more time with Hazel excites you. She looks a little intimidated by how forward you are. She avoids eye contact. “I guess I’ll grab my stuff.”
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byhuenii · 3 months
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𐑺ִ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ruby cruz masterlist
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sl-ut · 2 years
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masterlist
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*WILL BE UPDATED AS POSTED*
bottoms
hazel callahan
different crowds (hcs)
euphoria
rue bennett
i wanna be your girlfriend (series-ON HOLD) (nsfw)
nsfw alphabet (nsfw—duh)
spending the day at rue’s house (hc)
maddy perez
desperate | 2 (nsfw)
nsfw alphabet (nsfw—duh)
stay at my place (nsfw)
prom
experimenting (nsfw)
cake (nsfw)
a new kind of happy
cassie howard
experimenting (nsfw)
house of the dragon
aemond targaryen
months apart (nsfw)
alicent hightower
want (nsfw)
simple pleasures (nsfw)
daemon targaryen
a prince's demand
rhaenyra targaryen
a princess’s order (nsfw)
a lady’s demand
a prince's demand (nsfw)
outer banks
kiara carrera
lucky
nsfw alphabet (nsfw—duh)
pope heyward
enough
sarah cameron
once a cheater…
mcu
agatha harkness
when in westview
brunnhilde (valkyrie)
love of her life
pesky gods and whiskey
wanda maximoff
milf!wanda series (nsfw)
yelena belova
peachy
marc spector/steven grant/jake lockely
tipsy (j.l) (nsfw)
buzzed (m.s) (nsfw)
stranger things
robin buckley
the privacy of a dark theatre
edge of seventeen
eddie munson
somebody else
nsfw alphabet (nsfw—duh)
the last of us
joel miller
if he wanted to | complicated | long, long time
you should probably leave | a man who was gonna die young
still here
tess servopoulos
habits
abby anderson
sweet cliches (series)
body heat (feat. ellie williams | blurb)
like real people do
ellie williams
ceilings | part two
body heat (feat. abby anderson | blurb)
cool with it (feat. dina | blurb)
always
gamer!ellie hcs
the walking dead
daryl dixon
survive
glenn rhee
brutal (series-ON HOLD)
tara chambler
welcome party
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Blind Dates // Hazel Callahan
request: College Au! Hazel x reader, PJ and Josie trying to set up reader with someone else and reader tells at them " I just want Hazel! " And ofc she hears that...
prompts: none
summary: after being set up on numerous unsuccessful blind dates in your attempt to get over hazel, you’re just about ready to give up on ever finding a partner. but what happens when hazel finds out about your feelings for her?
warnings: pj being kind of a dick
word count: 1.3k
a/n: gn!reader, reader is implied to be bi/pan
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“Y/n!” Josie called as she practically ran across the quad to reach you, PJ following behind her.
Josie looked ecstatic, which could only mean one thing. She had set you up on yet another blind date. At first you thought it was sweet that your friends had wanted you to get with someone, especially after your continuous complaints about being single, but now you were just tired of it. None of the dates were successful, and after last week's one with that air-headed jock, you didn’t want any part of PJ and Josie’s “matchmaking skills”.
You forced a smile as Josie and PJ reached you, trying not to show how fed up you were with all of this. “Hey guys,” you said, acting as if you didn’t already know what they were up to.
Josie sat down beside you on the bench, trying to catch her breath from having run over to you. “So, do we have news for you!” Josie finally said, grinning excitedly.
Josie opened her mouth to continue speaking, only to be immediately cut off by PJ. “Josie got you another date. And hopefully this one’ll actually work out so you’ll finally stop bitching about being single.”
“You do that too, y’know,” you shot back, irked by PJ’s abrasive personality.
She just grinned in response. “Yeah, but it’s not annoying when I do it.”
“Anyways…” Josie cut in, trying to get the conversation back on topic. “You have a date tonight at 8pm. Her name is Lacy, she’s a science major, and I showed her your picture and she thinks you’re cute.”
“No thanks,” you huffed, not even trying to disguise your disinterest.
Josie and PJ looked baffled by your response, not understanding why you would shut this down.
“No thanks?” PJ asked, scoffing as she shoved your shoulder. “Is this about that last date we sent you on? I swear, I didn’t know he was so… dull. That one’s on Josie. But you need to go, Lacy’s interested and you need to not be single any more.”
“Yeah, I really should’ve known better than to set you up with a guy named Chad. But Lacy’s really great, I think you’d like her,” Josie said, sounding much less forceful than PJ.
You shook your head, dismissing both of their points. “I get it, and I’m sure Lacy’s nice, but I just can’t keep doing these blind date things. This is like the fifth one. And besides… I’m kinda interested in someone else.”
“Wait, seriously? So you’re telling me that we wasted all of that time trying to set you up with people, and you like someone else?!” PJ grumbled, annoyed at you despite having had little to no part in the actual setting you up with someone part of things.
“Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you try to get with them,” Josie said, a bit disappointed about things, but not nearly as upset as PJ.
You sighed, looking at the ground as you fiddled with your necklace. “Because, it’s never gonna happen. She’d never be interested in me. And I really do appreciate you guys trying to set me up with someone, but I just want Hazel.”
Unbeknownst to the three of you, Hazel was heading over to you guys, completely unaware of the topic of discussion, which just so happened to transition to her. But as she walked over, she did manage to catch the last thing you said. Her eyes widened and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. Hazel would be lying if she said she didn’t have a major crush on you. One that she’s been harboring since high school. And to hear you say that you liked her back… that was just about the best thing that ever could’ve happened to her.
“Oh… Hazel! Hey…” PJ said awkwardly, finally noticing the girl’s presence.
You immediately tensed up and felt your face grow hot. Your mind raced in panic, hoping and praying that Hazel didn’t just hear what you had said.
“Hey guys! Whatcha talking about?” Hazel asked, sitting down on the other side of the bench, sandwiching you between her and Josie.
“Science homework!” “Clothes!” Josie and PJ blurted out at the same time.
You felt yourself growing increasingly nervous, especially with Hazel sitting so close to you, and you became desperate for an out. So you took what Josie said and ran with it.
“Speaking of science homework, I better get going. I have a paper I have to finish. Bye!” you rambled, hurriedly grabbing your things before bolting off in the direction of your dorm room, leaving your friends behind.
“Well that was weird…” Hazel said.
PJ shrugged, “You know y/n. They’re always like that. Really weird.”
“Anyways, while we’re talking about y/n, I need your guys’ help with something…”
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You grumbled as you trudged over to your door, the incessant knocking driving you mad. You threw open the door, ready to rip whoever was on the other side a new one, when you came face to face with Josie, who had that same ecstatic look on her face that always appeared when she had secured you another date.
“No! I’m not going on another blind date! I’m sure Lacy’s great, but I told you that-”
“It’s not with Lacy,” Josie said, cutting you off.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I thought you were setting me up with Lacy tonight?”
Josie waved her hands dismissively, “Yeah, I was. But… now it’s with someone else. Just trust me, okay?”
“I already told you-”
“I know. But please, just this last one. And then I’ll never bring it up again. I promise.”
You contemplated this for a moment. On one hand, you really didn’t want to go on another blind date. But on the other hand, you really did want Josie and PJ to stop bothering you with all of this. What was the harm of spending one more night on a horrible date to finally get Josie and PJ to leave this alone?
You sighed, giving in. “Alright, fine. But this is the last one.”
“Great!” Josie said, grabbing your hand and all but dragging you out of your room.
“Josie, what are you doing?”
“Taking you to your date.”
“What?! Now?! I look horrible! Don’t you at least want me to attempt to have a successful date?”
“It’s fine! And besides, you look great! You always do. So stop complaining, and have fun!” she replied, pushing you towards an open door before you could even process whose room it was.
“Wait-” you said, turning around to talk to Josie, only to have the door slammed shut, leaving you alone in some rando’s dorm room.
“Great,” you mumbled under your breath, turning around to see who you were stuck with for the next hour or so, only to see Hazel standing there, smiling awkwardly.
“Hi…” she said, taking a step towards you.
“Hazel? You’re who Josie set me up with?”
She nodded. “Yeah. But only because I asked her to. I… I kinda overheard you in the quad today.”
You felt your stomach sink at her words. “...You did?”
“Mhm. And I was going to say something to you, but I wasn’t like entirely sure that it was me you were talking about cause I don’t know how many other Hazels are here. So I asked PJ and Josie to help me because I didn’t want to embarrass myself.”
You smiled at her words, feeling a tiny bit less nervous. “So I guess it’s safe to assume that you like me too?”
Hazel laughed softly as she nodded again. “Yep. I’ve actually liked you since high school…”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah. Is that bad…?”
You quickly shook your head, finally walking over to her. “No! It’s just… I’ve liked you since high school too. God, we’re such idiots.”
Hazel smiled. “We really are.”
“So… what did you have planned for our date?”
“I thought we could maybe watch a movie? I asked Josie what your favorite one was. If that’s okay with you…?”
You nodded excitedly, sitting down on Hazel’s bed, Hazel quickly following suit. “Definitely, but only if we watch your favorite movie too.”
Hazel smiled, leaning her head against your shoulder. “I’d love that.”
tags: @hazelvrr @ohnomywenis
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buckleysbitch · 2 months
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some smutty hazel headcanons to celebrate my return ⋆。𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°
reqs are open!!
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listen to hazels spotify here °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
𐙚 hazel who whines so embarrassingly loud when you as much as graze her core
𐙚 hazel who makes at least 10 different sex playlists depending on the mood
𐙚 hazel who begs for you to sit on her face, craving the suffocating taste of you
𐙚 hazel who slaps your ass too hard once and apologizes profusely
𐙚 hazel who ties you up to her bed frame when you beat her in fight club (she can’t help it if you look that good grunting on top of her)
𐙚 hazel who insists on letting you cum first every time
𐙚 hazel who holds your hands while she’s eating you out, paying no mind to the fact that you’re digging crescent shaped wounds into her knuckles
𐙚 hazel who moans into your clit as she feels your walls tighten around her fingers
𐙚 hazel who begs on her knees for you to touch her, tears of joy pathetically welling up in her eyes when you start to strip for her
𐙚 hazel who buries her face in your neck when you finger her
𐙚 hazel who prefers to ride your fingers, rolling her hips into them as her arousal drips onto your lap
𐙚 hazel who tugs at your hair any chance she gets, her lifeline while you pleasure her like she’s never felt before
𐙚 hazel who’s favorite position with her strap is reverse cowgirl, watching your ass bounce as you expertly take her cock
𐙚 hazel who kisses your thighs before going down on you <3
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buckleysbitch · 2 months
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mini nsfw hazel blurbs, should i turn the last one into a full length fic? ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ
reqs are open!!
nsfw under the cut
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listen to hazels spotify here ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡🕸
❀ eating out gamer!hazel on your knees while she lounges her chair, nibbling on her bottom lip as she continues to absentmindedly play her game. after you get into a rhythm, she gets heated, her hands finding their way into your hair as she throws her head back, shaking her headset off.
❀ hazel having you touch yourself in front of her, her eyes wide in the chair across the room. just before you cum, she pounces in between your thighs and finishes you off herself.
❀ riding hazels face after she beat you in a fight at the club as punishment. her face adorned with your slick, practically choking on your clit as she services you just how you taught her.
❀ getting a new lingerie set, something lacy and dainty, red fabric adorning your curves perfectly. you wear it out to a nice dinner with hazel and your friends underneath your dress, and when you get home, ask hazel to unzip you with a knowing smirk of what’s to come.
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Sleepover // Hazel Callahan
request: okay what about one bed trope with college Hazel, lots of tension lots of nervousness!!
prompts: none!
summary: when your roommate decides to bring her boyfriend over for a night of fun, you turn to your close friend, and long time crush, for a place to spend the night.
warnings: slightly suggestive, mentions of sex, language
word count: 1.3k
a/n: gn!reader
sorry about my small disappearence! school has been kicking my ass as of late :/ but i'm gonna try my best to be more active!
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You stood outside Hazel’s dorm, anxiously twiddling with your necklace, as you debated whether or not to knock. It was almost three in the morning, and you really didn’t want to bother her; you just couldn’t stand to stay in your dorm anymore, not with your roommate and her boyfriend currently going at it like rabbits. And you knew what would happen if you asked Hazel to spend the night. She would let you, without hesitation, and would probably even give you her bed and opt to sleep on the floor instead. Because that’s the kind of friend she was, and you loved her for it.
Still, you couldn’t help but feel like you were taking advantage of her kindness. She was such a good person, always helping others and brightening everyone’s day. And you just couldn't help but feel guilty, having almost nothing to offer her in return. You’d tried to voice this to her multiple times, but she always brushed it off, saying she liked being nice and didn’t expect anything in return for it. If only you were able to accept that. 
Shoving your nerves aside, you gently knocked on the door, knowing that your only alternative would be sleeping in your own bed and being forced to listen to your roommate’s activities. Before your fist could even leave the door, Hazel opened it, tired eyes gazing back at your own. Upon noticing that it was you at her door, Hazel suddenly seemed a lot more awake, her bright blue eyes wide as she looked at you.
“Hey. I’m really sorry to wake you,” you said, an awkward half smile on your face.
Hazel quickly shook her head, pushing the door open a bit more and taking a small step towards you. “You didn’t wake me! I- uh… couldn’t sleep,” Hazel replied, seeming almost embarrassed to admit that. “What’s up?”
“Could I possibly spend the night here? My roommate and her boyfriend are at it again and I can’t stomach listening to that any longer.”
Hazel smiled empathtically and stepped aside, giving you the space to enter. “I know what that’s like. Back in highschool, my mom and the quarterback were at it almost every night.” Hazel’s eyes went wide at her own words, regretting what she had said almost immediately after the words left her mouth. 
“That sounds like hell,” you grimaced, stepping inside and standing there awkwardly as Hazel shut the door behind you. 
“So… you can take my bed. I’ll just sleep on the floor,” Hazel said, walking over to her bed to grab a pillow.
You sighed, you knew this would happen. You didn’t want to banish her to the floor in her own dorm just because you couldn’t sleep in yours. “No, I’ll take the floor. It’s your room, you should sleep in your bed.”
“Well you’re the guest. You should get the bed,” Hazel replied, a smile growing on her face.
You shook your head, smiling in return as something shifted in the atmosphere between you two. “I am not a guest. I’m an inconvenience at best. I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor.”
“And I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor.”
You and Hazel stood there for a moment, lost in thought and just looking at each other, neither one knowing what to say next, until you brought it upon yourself to break the silence. 
“We could always just share the bed…?” you offered, a twinge of anxiety in your voice as you feared her rejecting your completely platonic suggestion.
Yet despite your beliefs, Hazel seemed to perk up at the idea, the thought of being able to be that close to you making her stomach erupt into butterflies. 
“I wouldn’t mind that. But my bed’s kinda small, we’d have to be pretty close.”
You smiled, your own stomach growing fluttery. “I don’t mind.”
Hazel climbed into her bed, pulling the blanket back far enough so you could climb in too. Placing your backpack down, you walked over and got in bed beside her, laying right on the edge of the mattress and facing away from her, almost as if you were too scared to touch her or even look at her. But you could practically feel the heat radiating from her body, and your head went dizzy from the feeling. You pulled the blanket over yourself and tried to fall asleep, which was proving to be very difficult when you were also focusing on not falling off the bed. 
“You’re gonna fall off the bed,” Hazel said, seemingly aware of your internal struggle. You sighed, not knowing what to say, when you felt an arm being thrown over your waist. “Just- c’mere,” Hazel muttered, pulling you back into her chest with ease and keeping her arm draped over your waist to hold you in place.
Your breath hitched at the feeling. You always forgot just how strong Hazel was, her ability to practically throw you around like a ragdoll igniting something within you. You desperately wanted to sleep, but how could you when the girl you were secretly madly in love with was basically spooning you? It was almost too much to take.
“You alright? You’re breathing pretty fast,” Hazel mumbled, her face buried against your shoulder as she held you in her grip.
You nodded. “Mhm. I’m fine.”
“You sure…?” 
Hazel’s tone almost sounded teasing. Was she flirting with you? No, that’s insane. Why would she be flirting with you? It’s not like she felt the same. Unless… She was holding you pretty close, and her grip on you didn’t feel all that friend-like… You forced your mind to quiet, not wanting to let your thoughts run wild and jump to conclusions that didn’t exist.
“Yep. I- I’m sure.”
Fuck. Of course you just had to stutter. Just great.
“Look at me,” Hazel asked, her grip on your loosening so you could turn around. 
“No thanks. I think I’m good facing this way.”
Hazel sighed and wrapped her arm around your waist before forcibly turning you over to face her. You gasped softly at the unexpected movement, shocked that she would just do that. 
“I thought I could do this, but I can’t. I just… I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep hiding this from you,” Hazel whispered, her blue eyes piercing into yours.
“Hazel… what are you talking about?”
Hazel took a deep breath, never once looking away from you. “I-... I’m in love with you. And I never would’ve said anything, but I could just feel you breathing faster when I held you and you seemed so much more nervous than usual, and I-... I just need to know if you feel the same.”
Your eyes widened as you took in your words. Was this really happening? It was three in the morning, your brain could’ve been playing a trick on you. But the earnest look on Hazel’s face, her eyes flitting over your face as she desperately waited for a response. As unbelievable as it all felt, something just felt so… real. You brought your hand up to brush some hair away from her eyes and you smiled softly at her.
“I’m in love with you, too. I have been for so long. I just… I never thought you could feel the same.”
Hazel smiled brightly at your words, and suddenly her lips were on yours. And everything just felt… right. It was like you had been seeing the whole world in black and white, and she taught you how to see color. Everything just made sense when you were with her. You kissed her back, your hand coming up to rest against her cheek as you tried to pour all your feelings into your movements. 
Reluctantly pulling away for air, you pressed your forehead against hers, just savoring the closeness between you. 
“Remind me to thank my roommate for her insanely high libido.”
Hazel couldn’t help but giggle at your words, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close once more. 
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I just saw your post about wanting hazel requests and omg please can you write abt gentle dom hazel with a dumbification kink where she like speaks down to and condescends reader when they go brainless over sex (if thats too much please ignore this, and I apologise for over stepping)🫶
bye this is so hot thank you for requesting ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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𐙚 one thing about hazel? she absolutely adored seeing you go brainless during sex.
𐙚 watching you roll your hips against her strap on, mewling indistinguishable nothings, eyes rolling back into your head.
𐙚 “my poor baby….”
𐙚 then inevitably, she flips you over on your hands and knees, ass up (her favorite position), thrusting into you so deep you can’t even think straight, fingernails digging into your hips where they’ll surely leave crescent shaped bruises.
𐙚 “who do you belong to, baby?”
𐙚 the sounds coming from your mouth aren’t even vaguely human, drooling and crying before her.
𐙚 “aww, too hard of a question? hmm…let’s think…what’s your name, princess?”
𐙚 all hazel can hear are the stutters and whines as you attempt to make even a sense of a word.
𐙚 her stomach is tied up in knots hearing you, pussy throbbing, dying for your touch, but she would never let you know that.
𐙚 “tell me, slut.”
𐙚 now hazel loved to top you, but she never called you names like that. but honestly? you found it fucking hot.
𐙚 “okay, that’s enough.” her strap slid out of your glistening pussy, making you cry a little from the emptiness.
𐙚 “look at me. now.” ringed fingers wrapped around your throat, she forces eye contact, until you finally submit to stuttering out your name.
𐙚 “that’s my girl….” she cooes, positioning you back to where you were ass up, pulling your hair up so you see your fucked out face for yourself, tears running, in front of the mirror.
𐙚 your heart racing, you mentally prepare yourself for the full force this new hazel.
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buckleysbitch · 4 months
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I love hazel so much. she's such a loser. imagine taking her virginity 🙈
YESSSS
alright lesbians, here’s virgin!sensitive!loser!hazel x reader °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
requests are open!!
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♡ okay okay so let’s say you guys have been dating for around 6 months
♡ and hazel didn’t know if she was ready yet, which of course you were happy to oblige
♡ until one day when you two are making out on the couch, and she starts whimpering in between sloppy kisses
♡ “is everything okay?”
♡ “i’m-uhm…”
♡ raising one eyebrow, you ponder the girls sudden change in demeanor
♡ “i…i think i’m ready.”
♡ so you lead her to the bedroom, and begin to strip of your clothing in front of her, leaving on your bra and underwear
♡ and of course she can’t help but gawk at you, stuttering at you, with those wide eyes of hers maniacally darting around your body
♡ “alright sweetheart, are you okay?”
♡ she whimpers in agreement, and you straddle her lap on the edge on the bed, guiding her hands to your hips
♡ “you can touch me, my love…”
♡ the whines involuntarily escaping from her mouth are so cute, if not a little embarrassing. after all, she’s only rubbing your thighs, gazing up at you while you untie your hair, shaking it out
♡ “okay honey, can you lay down for me?” she obeys, scrambling up towards the pillow, laying down pin straight for you
♡ “relax…” you coo, running your fingers through her hair. “you know we can always stop, okay? we never have to go anything you don’t want t-“
♡ “please…please. i need you.”
♡ kisses are peppered down her neck, while you tenderly unbutton her shirt, throwing it to the other side of the room. her nipples are rock hard, poking through her gray sports bra
♡ “keep going?”
♡ “yes…yesyesyes…” she exhales.
♡ peeling her bra off, her tits bounce free from the tight fabric. you circle her softly with your nail, making her throw her head back, whining
♡ and of course, your instincts lead you to wrapping your plush lips around her nipple, toying with it gently while lightly scratching her rib with your free hand
♡ “please…need you s’bad…” mewling your name and pawing at your bra, desperately fumbling with the hook
♡ finally, you take her hand and show her how to unhook it, bra sliding down onto her stomach
♡ she goes to emulate you, wrapping her mouth around your newly hardened nipples, but you quickly stop her
♡ “ah ah ah, tonight is about you, okay?”
♡ you continue your journey downwards, reassuring her and checking in
♡ “can i take these off?” you ask, running your finger through the lining of her levis
♡ and again with those goddamn whimpers
♡ “shh…shh….i know baby.” you slip her jeans and boxers off, unveiling her dripping pussy to you
♡ you take a moment you examine your writhing girlfriend, her mouth stuck in a permanent ‘o’, just before you dive in and begin toying with her clit
♡ “ohmygod….ohmygod…feels…feels….” her words are cut off by a moan that you could’ve sworn shook the whole house
♡ “my good girl…doing so well for me…” her perfectly tasting juices drip down your chin, lapping your tongue around her swollen clit
♡ everything is a haze, her plush thighs pressing into your face, eyes rolling back in her head pornographically
♡ “w-what’s happening…i feel weird…”
♡ “just relax baby…cum for me. being such a good girl….”
♡ she nearly rips your hair out of your scalp as her legs twitch, eyes scrunching up, practically screaming your name
♡ after a silent moment of recovery, you crawl back up to where her head is perched and lay her head on your chest
♡ “how did that feel, my love?”
♡ “s’perfect…” she whispers, already nodding off to sleep
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you pulled the joint away from your mouth, coughing violently as you try to hand it back to hazel. she couldn't help but laugh to herself at the sight, gently patting your back to help you get the smoke out of your lungs.
"i don't know why you would ever willingly do that," you said between coughs, your cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "it burned."
hazel smiled, taking another hit from the joint and breathing the smoke out with a blissful smile on her face. "it gets easier overtime. you'll get it," hazel replied, leaning towards you. "in the meantime, maybe i could help...?"
you tilted your head in confusion, not quite following where she was going. "how?"
hazel took another hit and leaned closer, her lips barely brushing against yours. "open," she whispered, the sound of her voice making you shiver.
you followed her command and let your lips part, your heart racing with anticipation. hazel released the smoke from her lungs as you inhaled it, the sting not so bad anymore. your head felt dizzy, but you couldn't tell if it was because of the weed or hazel.
you went to pull away, but hazel's hand reached for your face and pulled you closer, her lips finally colliding with yours. you felt your heart stop, all your nerve endings alight with excitement as you kissed the girl you'd been dreaming about for months. it was absolutely intoxicating. you didn't even need the weed to get high. all you needed was her.
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Hazel sends reader a text during class to skip and hookup in her car
hazel bit down on the sleeve of her sweater, trying to muffle the pathetic sounds falling from her lips. you were on top of her in the backseat of hazel's car, one of her legs over your shoulder as you moved your hips against her, your soaking wet cunt moving against hers.
"such a needy slut. making me ditch class just to fuck you. so pathetic."
hazel whined at your words, her hips started to move in tandem with yours, your clits bumping against each other, creating the most delicious friction. you let out a soft moan at the feeling, the knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust.
"fuck... that's it, baby. such a good girl. 'm gonna- fuck... 'm gonna cum," you spoke between moans, your hips quickening as you neared your high.
"c-can i cum...? please..." hazel whined, feeling her own high nearing.
"hold it. want you to cum with me. you can do that for me. can't you, baby?"
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Streamer!Hazel inviting her fan favorite girlfriend to play stardew valley and having to fight chat bc they keep calling her their girlfriend too
WHO TOLD YALL ABOUT MY STARDEW VALLEY ADDICTION 😭
reqs are open!!
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once you and hazel moved in together, her already chaotic streams were bombarded with curious messages about who the gorgeous girl bolting across the background was. you didn’t mind though, hazel found such confidence and joy in streaming, so you were happy to support her, even if it meant sprinting or crawling across the room to avoid making a fuss of your presence.
as you grew more and more used to hazels life being in front of the camera, you began to warm up to appearances, which to your surprise was oddly…a hit. her subscribers were obsessed with the way her girlfriend would scruff up her headset hair and the witty one liners she would shout from the kitchen when hazel would scream bloody murder at her screen.
you became a sensation, a staple of hazels streams being highlighted by the floods of comments when you would make an appearance to comment on her gaming skills while lounging in your pink chair.
she had been hyping this up all damn week. you are somewhat of a gamer yourself, just not as invested as hazel is, so she decided to revive her stardew valley farm that got her viral in the first place from screeching at the screen when she finally found the mayors ‘shorts’.
“so chat, i know i’ve been hiding who our special guest is tonight….but i think you’ll find the wait worth it!” as hazel excitedly drags your iconic pink gaming chair into frame, the chat blows up, with gay keyboard smashes galore.
HOLY SHDITNJEJWE
ITS HER
IM TOO GAY FOR THIS
you giggle from offscreen; the fact that just your chair can set them off like that is too much for you, it’s incredible and hilarious and heartwarming all at once.
“okay, okay goddamn….come on in babe.” she nods over at your chair, as you flounce over and plop in it, slipping your pink headset on.
“hi guys!”
“you wanna tell them what we’re playing?” hazel ponders.
“oh, yeah! okay guys so….drumroll my love?” you glance over at your girlfriend, who pounds on the desk. “we’re starting stardew valley tonight!”
the chat erupts.
damn, gays really do love stardew valley.
as you boot up the game, hazel scrolls through the chat, and notices a comment-
she’s our girlfriend now bestie 🤭🩷
“hey! she’s mine guys, get your own!!”
“haze, what are you talking about?”
“someone said you’re all of chats girlfriend!!”
“rightttt….okay honey.” you giggle as you click through the startup screen, creating a new save file.
“okay, so…what should our name be?”
she sniffs and gets this shit eating grin on her face, while your jaw drops realizing exactly what she’s thinking.
“you can’t say pussy hazel.”
“damn it!”
she settles on naming and modeling the character after you, but insists on taking control for the rest of the customization.
“hazel!!”
“what!!”
“you can’t say my favorite thing is ‘this strap!’”
“but it’s true!!! stop looking!!”
you sigh and turn back over to the chat, where you’re stifling back laughter over the comments.
hazel can’t handle her she’s OUR girlfriend now
OUR GIRLFRIEND FOR REAL
petition for us all to date hazels gf she needs a break 😭
“hey, what’s so funny?” she puts her hand on your back as she skims the chat. “HEY!! SHES MY GIRLFRIEND!!! MINE!!” the smile spread on her face is unlike anything you’ve ever seen from her before. she truly loves streaming, and she loves showing you off in them, but of course she’d never confess that to her subscribers.
never xoxo 💋
sorry she’s not our girlfriend
she’s our wife
“FUCK!”
this is gonna be a long night.
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buckleysbitch · 3 months
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alright hazel sluts, here’s some jealous!rough!hazel smut to fuel you ⋆˙⟡ ₊˚ෆ reblogs and comments keep this blog going!
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“i’m so tired of hanging out with these pathetic losers, you’re so much cooler, pj.” you ask the curly haired girl, lightly grazing your fingers down her arm seductively. hazel knew pj wanted you, and even told you so last week. she’s been jealous ever since, snapping dirty looks at her, because how dare she make a move on her girl. “so, how about we study for mr. gs test tonight, my place?” she gulps in response, nodding. you wink, grabbing your things and sauntering out of the gym.
“pathetic, huh? -goddamn- i’ll show you what pathetic looks like.” hazel grunts, her strap on relentlessly pounding into your walls, no end in sight, her hips harshly clapping into yours. your face buried into her pillow, she laughs sinfully, watching your crumble before her.
“pretty bold for - someone - who’s in this losers bed every night.” she grumbles, your hair clenched in her fist in a ponytail, the other bruising your asscheeks with stinging smacks.
the cries you let out to her are pitiful, just fueling her to pound into you harder, if even possible.
“you think,” she gasps, “that pj could fuck you like this?” you groan into the pillow, sobbing as the tip of her strap grazes your cervix. “no one fucks you like this…like….me.” she pants, obviously exhausted, yet the urge to ruin you overtakes her. “get up.” she commands, leading you to her full length mirror.
fuck.
she positions you with your hands on the wall, on each side of the mirror, and proceeds her unforgiving thrusting, handful of your hair.
“look at yourself.” she orders, yanking your gaze to meet with your mascara stained face in the mirror, tits pressed up against the cool glass. “who do you belong to?” you should be embarrassed, the way your hips are rocking back into hers, desperate for her.
“p-pj…” you stutter out, knowing exactly what you’re doing to her. you know deep down you belong to her, but sometimes you want to see the jealous, mean hazel. of course that’s hard to get out of her, she’s just too sweet for words, but desperate times call for desperate measures. she jostles the strap out of your throbbing cunt, and throws you on the bed.
“oh, pj, huh?” she interrogates, slipping the harness off her hips and kicking it to the side. “now you and i both know that’s a lie.”
“is it?” you pant, caught off guard by hazel pushing you onto the bed, forgetting how strong she’s gotten since fight club started.
“watch your mouth, slut.” she laughs, climbing over your chest, hovering her core just above your trembling lips. “is that what you are, a slut? that why you can’t keep your legs closed, hm? my touch not good enough for you? you- hgnh- want pj? the girl who doesn’t even know where the clit is?” her wetness drips down, drooling onto your lips.
“answer me.”
“n-no!”
“yeah, that’s fucking right.” she proclaims, settling herself onto your face. “you know what to do,” she grumbles, “whore.”
you quickly begin to lap her up, her clit throbbing against your tongue, so sloppy and unrefined, drunk on her taste. her hips snap into you repeatedly, burying the fluffy patch of hair that protects her heat into you. her groans are intoxicating, motivating you to buck your hips up, but finding loneliness every time.
“that’s right.” she coos. “i want you to go to class tomorrow, and when she asks where all these pretty bruises came from, you tell her the truth. understand?” the only sounds that fill the air are of her heavy panting, the bed creaking, and the delicious sound of her drenched pussy coating your tongue. you nod, not pausing once to even verbally respond.
“that’s it, you’re mine. my- my slut.”
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