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something something abt dry humping w hazel while you’re making out …
she doesn’t realize she’s doing it, her hips literally having a mind of their own as her mind is occupied with thoughts about the way you smell and how your hands feel in her hair and how soft your body is beneath her palms.
she’s certainly not thinking about getting herself off from grinding against you, but she doesn’t need to think about that, as it turns out.
you don’t acknowledge it, at least not verbally. your mouth is far too busy pressed against hers, taking in each little gasp or moan she makes against your lips. but your hand grips hazels thigh, and it’s then that she realizes she’s been humping your thigh.
“s…sorry,” she apologizes with a whisper, small and shy and cute. there’s just enough space between you two now for you to see the pink in her cheeks and the redness at the tips of her ears. both only darkens when you coo.
“don’t apologize, haze,” you tell her, your attempt at comfort. it doesn’t necessarily work, your words doing nothing to dull the tint along her skin. but you directing her hips does way more, introducing something else for her pretty little head to focus on.
“if you wanna get yourself off, go ahead.”
she looks apprehensive, but the pressure you have on her hip lets up and she’s grinding the crotch of her boxer shorts against your sweatpants on her own accord.
she rolls her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly fighting off pleasure. “are you sure? what about you?”
you shrug, running both hands through hazels short locks instead of just one. she melts into the touch, the tiniest growl climbing it’s way up her throat as her hips start to speed up.
“make me feel good later. focus on you right now.”
#from the vault#hazelsworld!#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan#celeste writes misc#hazeltobr!
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Go check out my yt channel its hazelsworld xoxo
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Who owns these dudes from left to right: Dokebhi, Artemideus, leafshadow04, Bluebird, Hazelsworld, Zoomutt, Bluebird
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hazel fucking you in doggy w/the strap while her hand is clamped over your mouth to keep you from moaning out loudly like the whore you are, bc you’re actually supposed to be studying. 🙇🏽♀️🙇🏽♀️
yall r sooooo 😵💫
its not even like her efforts to silence you are doing much, and not just because your sounds are slipping through the cracks between her fingers. the squelch of the strap, lubed up, slipping in and out of your walls, equally as lubed up from a more organic source, is nearly as loud as your moans were.
hazel swears under her breath, commenting on the way both of your lips can't stay shut, and she's cockily laughing about her crude (and slightly lame) joke.
you shift a little, and your hand brushes against the papers hazel was supposed to be helping you work through. she thoroughly explained two problems, and then suddenly she's fucking you doggy style, short nails digging into the skin of your hips as she pounds into you like it's the last time she'll get the chance to.
her phone dings off to the side of you, both of you looking over at the message.
mother
going to get groceries. let me know if you need anything for you studying ❤️
hazel peels her hand away from your mouth, your sounds instantly multiplying in volume. she uses her now free hand to spank you, the clap ringing throughout her room.
"let it out, baby. lemme hear you."
#hazelsworld!#strap chronicles#hazeltobr!#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan#bottoms movie#bottoms smut
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Hazel spoiling the shit out of you both affectionately and materially💕💕💕
like you can tell from her house that she’s loaded and would argue with you over the restaurant bill (also because masc chivalry exists💯)
oh she absolutely fucking would ; nothing but fluff
it starts with small things: hazel ordering your usual coffee order and presenting her card before you even have a chance to absorb the total given by the cashier. she does it casually, taking the plastic (maybe hers is metal? it looks a little thicker than it should) back with a polite smile and a decline of the receipt before she urges you towards the pick up section.
“i could’ve covered that,” you tell her, both a little upset and delighted that she didn’t even ask. she shrugs, runs a hand through her hair, and pushes your concern off.
“it’s fine. ‘s no big deal.” and then she grabs both coffees for you and places yours into your awaiting hands.
steadily, her chivalry increases. covering your expensive coffees throughout the entire week, saying she’ll cover lunch or not even bothering telling you how much you owe her for the delivery order you were already halfway through. each time, if you even bother attempting to venmo her, she takes your phone from your hands and kisses all over your face instead, the press of her slightly chapped lips against your skin a welcome distraction that provides infectious giggles instead of borderline bothersome questions about totals and prices.
you don’t really notice how much she spoils you until date night, a date circled on her calendar and set aside for both of you to get dressed up and go out to dinner. you’d thought it was ironic, hazel telling you to wear your prettiest dress so both of you can go to texas roadhouse and eat your weight in rolls.
instead, she drives you to one of the fancier restaurants in the city, a hand on your thigh with her thumb drawing circles in the sliver of exposed skin she touches. the whole ride there, she avoided your questions of her dining choice, an almost giddy smile on her pretty face as she instead let you sit there and speak into the void.
which, you can see why. walking towards a very romantic table for two, surrounded by couples and maybe friends sitting at equally nice tables. you knew that hazels secretive nature resided in the fact that you would’ve made her turn the car around and go to roadhouse if you knew her intended destination.
but it’s not like you can frown and pout the entire dinner, which hazel cheekily reminds you as she encourages you to order whatever you want.
#she also buys u clothes n shit#…. and sex toys#hazel callahan#hazelsworld!#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan fluff
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hazel and her gf making a movieee(if yk what i meannn) with a mommy kink 😮💨
smut 17+
there’s an old camera in her hands. almost ancient in both of your opinions, one of the ones with a strap on one side and a viewfinder on the other. the rectangle is flipped out, and hazel turns it around so you can see yourself in it.
sat on the bed, legs spread as your hand rests between your pillowy thighs. your fingers move languidly, stroking your clit as you watch hazel. her free hand is wrapped around her strap on, a newer one, a little girthier and a pretty lilac color instead of the usual hot pink.
“you see how pretty you look?” she asks you, taking a step closer and allowing you to really look at yourself.
you nod, entirely too focused on how close she is to you now. her dick isn’t far from your cunt at this point, and you can’t help but shake your hips, nonverbally begging for her attention.
hazel coos, the sound starting to sound more natural and normal from her lips with practice. she’d gotten insanely comfortable with you within the past few weeks, to the point where it was easy for her to push you into submission, dominating you in a way you’d never been able to predict.
“are you getting desperate for mommy? hm? you want mommy’s cock?”
her words alone are enough to have you losing it a little. but when she takes a half step forward, and slaps your pussy with the silicon head of her cock? you unabashedly moan, the sound breaking off at the end to make you feel even more pathetic.
hazel snickers, starting to run the cock along your cunt, your lips sandwiching the lubed up silicon. each time, the head catches your clit, and your bite onto your bottom lips gets stronger and stronger until you're sure you're drawing blood.
"hazel, please, don't tease."
she leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead that's just barely captured on camera. then, she turns the viewfinder back to its original position, passes the camera to you, and grips your thighs.
she slides her cock in, the new appendage stretching you out more than you'd expected. your head starts to loll off to the side, the camera doing the same. hazel slaps your tummy with just enough force to bring you to attention. "make sure you record us, baby. need you to see how good i fuck you."
#short n sweet#bc i thought i already posted this ...#i didnt#hazelsworld!#celeste writes misc#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan
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INTERVIEW 016
with. hazel callahan
includes. nerd!tutor!hazel, inexperienced!hazel, fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), tit fixations, corruption undertones, semipublic sex
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She’s been staring at your tits.
Ever since you walked into the study room and shrugged your cardigan off, skin then overheated with the walk you’d completed across campus, Hazel Callahan has only looked at her notes, or your cleavage. There were maybe two times where she was able to peel her eyes away from your exposed skin to look you in the eye, but almost instantly they gravitate back downwards, as if looking at your tits was more comforting than your eyes.
Throughout the session, as you copied down a combination of what she was telling you and her notes (an array of question marks beside words that were entirely too difficult to spell in one go), your smirk grew more and more. You figured if Hazel was going to be shameless about her staring (or perhaps oblivious), you’d be shameless about your intentions, too.
Elbows pressing into the scarred wooden table, biceps attempting to meet each other, separated by your tits that end up squished together. She notices, of course she does, stuttering over her words and clearing her throat an alarming amount of times.
“And then just make sure you know that microevolution is whenever changes produces only after many generations, like with the ––”
You interrupt her, “don’t you mean macroevolution?”, and her eyes finally snap back up to yours. Her eyebrows raised, her lips parted.
“What?” She raises a slender finger and presses her glasses up her nose. You lean a little closer, smile a little bigger.
“You said microevolution. But you described macroevolution.” Hazel sits for a second, eyes lifting as she looks at the ceiling in thought, and just when they lower, assumingely to find your tits again, you speak once more.
“Maybe we should take a break? You seem a little out of it, don’t you think so, Haze?” It’s a nickname you’d never called her before, and you lay it on extremely thick for the first time, dragging the syllables out and layering them with heavy sultriness.
The intended effect is achieved; Hazel with wide blue eyes and red cheeks.
“Uh, yeah, s-sure.”
The proposed ‘break’ turns into you teaching Hazel something for once.
Her head is just visible enough in the space between the table and your lap, her eyes shining with wonder beneath her glasses, even in the shadows she sits in, the tips of her fingers just breaching your leaking entrance.
“Like this?” She asks, all shy and timid and it’s so cute that you’re grinning instantly.
You nod. “Yeah. Keep going.”
She does as told, sliding her fingers into your wet heat knuckle by knuckle, her pace agonizingly slow as if she’s afraid of hurting you. You attempt to hint to her that you’re not breakable whenever she has two fingers in you to the last knuckle, and they sit still, clearly unknowing on what to do next.
You start to grind, holding onto the arm rest of the chair you sit in, spreading your legs even further as you push and push your hips into Hazel’s hand. She stares at you all the while, starstruck, mouth agape. Adorably, you notice her glasses starting to fog up, too.
It takes her a moment, but she starts to move her fingers until you’re meeting in the middle with your combined movements, her thrusts and your steady push and pull.
It’s coordinated and planned for a moment, you giving Hazel simple instructions that’s easy for her to follow.
(“To the left a little. Yes! Right there, Haze. God, don’t stop. Keep going, just like that.”)
And then, in the moment where your eyes are closed, pinched together in bliss, there’s the feeling of a tongue, wet and warm, on your clit. It’s brief, just barely more than a jerk, almost as if it’s accidental, but when you unfasten your eyes you’re met with Hazel’s mouth just an inch from your cunt, his eyes staring up at you to gauge your reaction, you realize she's done it on purpose.
“Again.”
She repeats it, this time swirling her tongue around your clit just before gliding it down the area beneath it. She’s clearly inexperienced, licking around your cunt in a non-uniform fashion and her glasses nudging against your skin each time, but her fingers are still probing that spot within you and the stimulation of her muscle against you is enough to have you losing it.
You’re close, back arching, hips pushed further into Hazel’s mouth. Your hand finds her short hair, nails digging into the fragile strands at her scalp, perhaps a little too harshly. But it’s not like she cares about your intensity, because she slides a hand up your chest and pulls the neckline of your tee down, audibly groaning whenever she’s met with your bare tits.
When you cum, it’s from the impressive combined stimulation of Hazel’s mouth and fingers on her dominant hand abusing your cunt, and the fingers of her non-dominant hand pinching your erect nipples.
#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑#hazel callahan#hazelsworld!#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan x you#kinktober 2023#kinktober
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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.
#hazelsworld!#hazeltobr!#cw somnophilia#cw dubcon#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#perv!hazel callahan#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan
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imagine sucking hazel’s strap on your knees while she’s just watching a movie or smthn, and she occasionally grabs your head and lightly fucks your throat 😩
... made the mistake of checking tumblr while i'm at the doctors (keep in mind: i go to a pediatrician ...)
THIS IS SO SO SICK AND FUCKING TWISTED
there's no sounds in her living room except the slurping of your mouth taking in the pink strap, and the conversations happening over your shoulder.
hazel insisted on watched a movie you'd seen practically a million times at this point, her puppy eyes and oddly-convincing wobbling lip pushing you into giving in. you grudgingly agreed, curling up to her side with a bowl of popcorn and your phone open to keep you entertained enough to sit through a 90 minutes you already have memorized.
that was until hazel casually turned her head to yours, and told you, “you can suck on my dick, if you want.”
the way your heart swelled should be a cause of concern, or at least self reflection. but that can be saved for later since your main concern happened to be the pink silicone dick you had your lips wrapped around.
you could only keep yourself occupied like this for so long, you and hazel both know it, but you’ll think about the next step (hopefully riding her … or maybe cockwarming) when you finally get bored of hazel cupping the back of your head and forcing you to take all of her.
#hazelsworld!#strap chronicles#hazel callahan x reader#hazeltobr!#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan#bottoms movie
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Can I req smth with the bottom side of Hazel I think it would b funny 2 see ( no I don't I am just always horny)
bottom hazel = fucking her w the strap (i will never shut up abt this strap) smut 17+
she's swearing, almost running away at first, squirming and looking at you with wide eyes. its silly for a second. "this is what I do to you?" spoken with slight fear, but she sees your laughter and she calms down a little. she truly calms down when you tease her, "i get fucked like this all the time and you cant even handle a minute of it?" spoken with an extremely condescending pout. she senses that you're goading her, trying to tease her into submission, and she doesn't want it to work. but it does.
"fucking fuck," murmured under her breath, and then she's giving in. she's relaxing enough for you to bottom out, the sting of her nails digging into your wrist lessening enough for you to start to fuck her gently without resistance, and that's when she sees the fun it it.
her face relaxes, her eyes roll back just a little, lids fluttering as her lips part. "baby, oh my god." you nod, a small smile on your lips as you slide a hand up to fondle hazel's tit.
"i know, haze. feels good doesn't it?"
her answer is immediate. "'s so good."
hazel bottoming is cute. she lets out little whines you've never heard before. she's loud, a moaner, and you're glad that you have the house to yourselves otherwise you would've had to force her panties between her teeth to shut her up. or maybe your panties instead. it's a thought you toy with for a second; hazel holding your pretty lacy panties between her lips, drooling all over them.
you groan, hips snapping into hazel's with an increased speed with just the thought. this, in turn, spurs her own. her hips lift more, encouraging you to grip them and angle the faux cock deeper. she keens when you reach that spot, a startled sound that blends into possibly the prettiest moan you've ever heard.
"god, haze, you sound so pretty," you tell her, hand sliding down her thigh to lift around your lower back. she quickly gets the memo, having been in your position more times than either of you can count. she easily helps you assemble the position you're used to having reversed, her legs wrapped around your hips, feet hooked behind your back to pull you closer to her. your hands press into the pillow beneath her head, a smirk on your lips with this change.
the position allows you to press your lips to hazels. you're kissing her when you feel her hand slide down to her clit, the friction of her knuckles against your pelvis as she rubs herself to completion alerting you. you pick up the pace a little, sacrificing depth for speed, all with intentions to get hazel over the edge.
and when she cums, she moans into your lips, only separating when she can't hold it anymore, body twitching and back arching and head lolling back with the force of her orgasm.
in a word, it's pornographic.
#(im also always horny)#hazelsworld!#strap chronicles#bottom!hazel callahan#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan#hazel callahan x you#celeste writes misc#hazel callahan smut
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truthfully i dont remember what exactly i was thinking abt the other day but i feel like hazel buys a strap as a "joke" at first. maybe pj gifts it to her or something, but either way one day hazel callahan doesn't own a strap, and the next she's wearing a pink dildo over her baggy jeans with the grin of an extremely entertained girl as she helicopters it.
its not used for a while, collecting dust in the bottom of her dresser, until you're grinding against her thigh and she's kissing you and she has the brief wish that she had a dick so she could see you bouncing on it and then she remembers that she does have a dick.
and god thats the best purchase/gift hazel has ever been the owner of because the sight of you bouncing on her dick is mesmerizing. she literally goes cross eyed for a second while watching your tits bounce as you do.
she actually has to wonder if she's drooling when you start to fondle them, and then she thinks she actually is drooling when she swats your hands away and plays with your breasts herself. its something she has to do to ground herself, because this all is something thats sending her spiraling, head swimming with so many thoughts and none at all, at the same time.
its one thing to know that your moans, which she's always loved, are the cause of you bouncing on her newly added appendage. but its a whole other thing to know that your squeals of shock and encouragement are because hazels fucking up into you, hands gripping your thighs while you fumble for secure purchase by pressing into her shoulders.
for a solid month or two, hazel begs you to let her fuck you on the strap, even though you both know you're always going to agree, usually quicker than either of you expect.
(plus, she would 100% wear the strap under her baggiest pair of jeans and manspread in public when you're together, sending you a smirk that quickly communicates what she's hiding beneath the denim. it always ends up with you both in the bathroom, pants pooled at your ankles while hazel fucks you from behind, blue eyes staring into your hazy ones through the dirty mirror while you try your best to hold your moans in)
#hazelsworld!#strap chronicles#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan#hazel bottoms#bottoms smut#bottoms movie#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan smut
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I just know that Hazel can do wonders with her fingers like-🤭
I just want her fingers knuckles-deep inside me pls
random headcannon that’s mrs. callahan had hazel put into some sort of music lessons as a kid. so she played (likely) piano, maybe guitar for fun or another string instrument like the fucking viola. she played for a while, just enough to get sufficiently decent and gather the finger strength, but she eventually gave it up.
but muscle memory is a crazy thing because her finger work is insane ?? like of course she’s insanely nervous when she first fingers you, and she takes your direction with loads of “sorry”’s and “like that?”’s. but when she gets to the point where she knows you, she really knows you.
she knows where to reach and where to focus her attention on. she knows what tempo to use and how long she should use it. she knows what will have your head reeling and your nails digging into the skin of her shoulders. all while she holds onto your waist with her freehand and stares at you with big, almost adorable, eyes as she asks you: “does that feel good?” when she knows good and well that you’re fucking losing your mind from her fingers alone.
#southern side coming out#“good and well’’#hazeltobr!#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan#hazel callahan smut#celeste writes misc#hazelsworld!
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Omg sorry again don’t mean to be annoying but car sex or just hazel teaser the reader like her arms while driving -💀
me n u are kissing rn like ur not being annoying at all
hazel is either a rlly shitty or rlly good driver. there's no in between. she either missed 29 out of 30 points (carolina rules) on her test, or she got a perfect score. but either way, she's hot while she drives.
doesn't matter if she's politely merging or running through every single pothole on the road, her side profile is so pretty and she drives with one hand with her sleeves rolled up so you can see her veins and her moles and her arm hair (arm hair luvrs unite).
she manspreads, one foot controlling both pedals while the other rests in the designated spot, and her free hand gently sits on one of her thighs. everything about hazel is hot no matter what, but driving hazel has you feeling like cassie in euphoria: rubbing your thighs together, secretly seeking friction as you shamelessly eye your girlfriend.
she notices, even though hazel is usually oblivious. she'll always notice how she makes you feel.
sometimes she'll say something a little dorky, a joke about how attracted you are to her hidden beneath a thin layer of still lingering insecurity. but most times, recently with her new found confidence, she'll make fun of you, pointing out your desperation.
"might as well go ahead and take your underwear off while you're at it," spoken to you as she chews her gum.
each time though, no matter how confident her engaging words are, you end up in the backseat of the expensive "sorry we divorced" car her parents gave her. the leather seats have contorted to your events by this point, no longer creaking as you ride her thigh or no longer squealing when your back arches and your hips push closer to hazel's mouth.
it's cramped, but the fight club gave you both an aded flexibility to your limbs and it makes it easier for both of you to make the other cum, thankful that the car is noise-proofed as well as you scream hazel's name over a new album you'd both been frequently streaming.
#troye ref everyone cheer#i havent even listened#hazelsworld!#hazeltobr!#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan
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perv!ghostface!hazel
that’s it
mmm dark content 18+
perv!ghostface!hazel who is a chronic panty stealer. she watches you through your window for a few weeks before she decides to venture in for the first time. she knows where you keep them, neatly arranged in the top drawer. she watches you do laundry, taking inventory of what pair is clean and what pair is dirty. not because she’s picky. of course she’s not. she just likes making things easier for herself, knowingly going to the top drawer for your black thong and your dirty clothes hamper for your baby blue cotton cheeky’s.
perv!ghostface!hazel who calls you from an unknown ID, location from your home town to get you to answer, yet the number isn’t saved in your phone. it’s different every time, but she plays the same game. one of false confusion, designed to prey on how sweet and kind you are. “oh no, it’s okay!” you always say when the stranger ‘realizes’ they have the wrong number in the end.
perv!ghostface!hazel who watches your face get more and more fearful and weary as she finally executes her plan one night, sweet talking you with the voice modulator into a state of terror. only for hazel to text you as herself just a few minutes after ghostface hangs up, sending a teary eyed you right into hazels welcoming arms.
perv!ghostface!hazel who kneels between your legs with an eager mouth to take your mind off of the sick and depraved people in the world who want nothing more to scare you just for the hell of it.
#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑#hazelsworld!#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan
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Hear me out...playing house w/ hazel while mrs callahan is out of town and hazel goes feral at the sight of you just in her mother's robe...I rest my case 🤍
when she first sees you, she wants to say something sexier. maybe something that would have your knees weak, or head spinning with images of what you two could do together in this empty house. instead, her words have you pouting at her, eyebrows furrowed as you stare down at the robe you wear.
it's one of her moms more tamer ones; baby pink silk material with feathers at the end of the extremely long, bell bottom sleeves. the end of the robe sweeps the floor behind you, and through the slit in the front hazel can just barely see your skin.
"are you sure that thing's clean?" her words were the opposite of sexy, spoken with a slight stutter. now, she stands before you, hands fiddling at her sides as she itches to touch you, tongue nervously sliding over her lips as she suddenly craves kissing you more than anything.
"it is ... i think? i found it in the laundry room," your thumb hooks over your shoulder. "should i take it off?"
the speed at which hazel disagrees is extremely embarrassing, but currently hazel needs you to the point where she can barely focus on how she's feeling, or the brownie mix she was working on. instead, her every thoughts focuses on the way you smile softly and how she can't make out an outline of a bra beneath the robe but she can see two pebbles beneath the material instead.
"keep it on. please."
getting into it, you cross your arms over your chest, your limbs pushing your tits up just enough for hazel to see the start of your cleavage. her hands flex at her sides once more, and she takes a step forward to place them on your sides.
instantly, your hands rest at her shoulders, your head tilting as you bat your lashes at her. "d'you think i look pretty like this?"
hazel thinks you look pretty no matter what, but she still nods her head vigorously. her thumbs start to play with the material that ties the robe around your body. she listens to you hum, and she listens to the way her heart rate increases.
she pinches the fabric between her thumb and forefinger, and begins to pull it, ignoring the resistance from the loose bow.
"i think you'd look even prettier out of it."
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INTERVIEW 015
with. hazel callahan
includes. stepcest, fem!reader, blackmail, filming, strap ons, head ft said strap ons
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The camera angled directly at your face should be a concern. It should be a major turnoff, something you protest, something that causes alarm. And in some ways, it does.
But beneath your fear, and your embarrassment, there’s arousal. Loads of it, as it travels through your body and physically manifests as the cause of your damp and sticky panties.
You think you’re hiding it well, tears sliding down your face, a particular indicator that you’re weren’t enjoying this.
But Hazel could see through you. She was your new step sister after all.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Her voice is smooth, suave even. Completely even, taunting. She has the upper hand, and she would continue to have control over you even if the camera weren’t thrusted in your face.
Even if the promise of her exposing you to everyone you cared about if you didn’t behave weren’t looming over your head with each suck you delivered to her cock.
You choose not to answer, instead focusing your attention completely on your given task. Your hand circles the base of Hazel’s faux cock, you hollow your cheeks a little more.
“Look at you. The perfect little cockwhore. Sucking your stepsis’ cock like it’s real.” She laughs, loud and boisterous and cruel.
Your thighs rub together on their own accord.
Hazel coos, the camera angling down towards your clothed crotch. “You want me to do something about that?”
This time, you respond, pulling your mouth off of her cock to eagerly nod, the movement a little too enthusiastic.
“Yeah?” There’s some sympathy in her tone this time, and just when you’re forced to consider that maybe she’s egging you along, she tells you to get on the bed.
You do so quicker than you should, pulling your shirt off as you go. Hazel chuckles behind you.
“Someone’s eager,” she teases, not directly speaking to you at all.
Yet, you feel the need to respond. “It’s ‘cause you’ve been teasing me all night.”
You turn around, sitting with your legs pulled up in front of you, and when you’re met with Hazel’s face, regret floods your body.
She tongues her cheek, head tilting. For a second, you forget about the camera in her hands, that’s until you hear the whirring of her zooming in.
“Open your legs, slut.”
They fall open immediately.
“If you want me to do something about that,” you glance down at the obvious wet spot in the center of your panties, body warming instantly. “Then you’ll behave. Or else …” She doesn’t have to complete her sentence.
You’re well aware of the punishment.
“Okay?”
You nod. “Yes.”
“‘Yes’ what?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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