#Christmas Hazel

[verlierer-is-lost]

A PJO Christmas ❄️

[wrongspacetime]

PJ & Hazel BOTTOMS (2023) | dir. Emma Seligman

[loneluneh]

Caved in and made some doodles of my WK au !

In this AU, an accident leaves Chris suffering from amnesia. Zach rescues him and was gonna inicially use him to blackmail the Tortuga Crew but after realizing Chris can't remmember any of his time as a WK and that his knowledge in animals could be useful to him, Zach decides to convince the younger Kratt to join his side.

So yeah !! Now they are both evil, dumb and dramatic yay! Orange and black cat dynamic lol

More info below the cut !

In this AU Chris still has most of his memories but his time as a Wild Kratt is completely erased. He remmembers up to the time where he graduated college.

Zach uses this to his advantage and comes up with a story in which Chris and the rest of the WK went their separate ways after Chris had a fight with his brother and the rest of the crew.

Chris is kinda suspicious at first but as time goes on he starts to believe it. This is due to the fact that his views on animals and how they should be treated has been changing the more he has been with Zach and he doesn't agree with the idea of "living free and in the wild" anymore. So he can see how he and the Wild Kratts may have had a falling out.

He has more of a "I think animals should be kept caged so that they can be safe and humanity can study them and appreciate their beauty" kinda vibe.

He still loves animals and doesn't want to hurt them tho, so he and Zach argue on how Zach shouldn't use animals in his inventions.

They both come to an agreement that if Zach uses animals on his inventions then no harm should come to the creatures. (Chris still disapproves tho)

I HAVE A LOT of notes on this AU but I'm afraid this is already kinda confusing ?? I get so in my head sometimes so lmk if you understand any of this LOL

[incorrect-riordanverse]

Nico: santa isn’t real

Hazel: this is why your ass keeps getting coal for christmas

Nico:

Hazel:

Nico: I KNOW ITS YOU DOING THAY-

[dykeomania]

PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..

this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,

(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)

so, i have this .. picture.

of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.

she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.

at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.

if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.

you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.

something happens, though.

where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --

"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."

-- silently beginning to whimper.

the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...

it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.

hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.

it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"

what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.

you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--

"don't cum."

she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"

you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."

the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.

"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.

"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"

cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"

"three..."

ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.

"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."

she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"

you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.

she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.

"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"

there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.

"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"

"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"

she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,

"o-one--"

until you let her.

the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.

hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.

she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.

as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.

"haze?"

there's a hum, somewhere.

"did that really feel that good?"

hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.

"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."

the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.

"that's my girl."

[sweetdonutsart]

happy holidays from the Starbound crew! 🥺✨💕🎄❄️

may you have a wonder rest of the year and a good start for the next one!

alt versions under the cut ☺️

[peteytheparrot]

Happy Holidays freaks

Webtoon - Comicfury - Tapas

[g0thnico]

I just thought this would be her first modern Christmas (Piper gave the socks and Rachel the accessories)

ok losers i'm already in the christmas mood

[mathitas]

What would they give their S/O for Christmas?

HOO seven plus Nico and Will x Gn! Reader

Percy

He'd gift you a gift box. Food, things you like... oh, and of course the food is blue. He loves you very much, so since the start he knew he wanted to give you everything you could have wanted, and that's what he did.

Annabeth

She's smart, and she knows what you like. She'd give you something practical, and that'd help you daily, most likely related to your interests. Or something like a cute mug, like this one.

Jason

He's the kind of man to give you a book advent calendar or a really pretty necklace or bracelet. Depends on what you like; he'd usually know. He would most likely go for something pretty but simple.

Leo

Leo may even know you for years or not. Doesn't matter. He's freaking out. He doesn't know what to give you because he has so many ideas, and he's afraid you won't end up liking any of them. He ends up forging you something, maybe for combat or anything cute for you to wear, like a ring.

Frank

If Leo's anxious, he's even more anxious. He's scared that you won't like his gift enough, and if he ends up giving so much thought into it, he may end up giving you something weird. However, in the end, he decides to go for a piece of clothing. Gloves, a scarf, a beanie, or a sweater.

Piper

She's probably one of the best gift-givers in the world. Her gifts would never leave you disappointed, that's for sure. I know that she loves making clay things like these. These would be her gifts for you. She'd also definitely say "it's us" or something.

Hazel

Hazel would also be nervous about giving you a Christmas gift. But I can 100% see her giving you a handmade scarf. She put weeks of work into it, and she's so worried you may not like it, and she's so happy if you actually end up wearing it.

Nico

Two truths and a lie: he hates gifting time; he knows what to give you; he's a child of Hades. Guess the lie. He'd end up giving you something pretty, or something he already owns and finds special. You're even more special to him, so he wants you to have it. It's a part of him; please accept it!

Will

He's a child of Apollo; of course he's creative. Of course he'll give you a cute but simple gift. Of course there's a lot of thought behind it. Of course he made it and wrote it himself.

[nickeverdeen]

Snowy Eyes | Hazel Callahan x fem!reader

Pairings: Hazel x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Hazel isn’t one for traditional Christmas holiday especially with her mom home, so she figured a way how to spend them in a better way

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It was December 21st, just a few days before Christmas, and Hazel had, as usual, an idea. Not a conventional Christmas idea—nothing involving caroling or sipping hot cocoa by a fire. That wasn’t her style. Instead, you were standing outside an old community center with a bag slung over Hazel’s shoulder and your hands shoved deep into your coat pockets against the cold.

“I can’t believe you dragged me out here,” you said with a smirk, watching her wrestle with the bag’s zipper.

Hazel grinned, finally pulling it open to reveal a jumble of art supplies—construction paper, glitter, scissors, markers, and even a few googly eyes. “Trust me, this is going to be awesome.”

Inside, the community center was buzzing. A group of local kids, ranging from kindergarteners to middle schoolers, were sitting at folding tables with piles of crafts scattered everywhere. Their parents stood off to the side, chatting over coffee.

“You signed us up for… arts and crafts night?” you asked, a little surprised.

Hazel shrugged, pulling off her coat. “It’s more fun than it sounds, I promise. Plus, I thought you’d like it. You’re the artsy one, remember?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. Hazel knew exactly how to rope you into things.

The two of you found a table near a cluster of kids who were busy making Christmas decorations. Hazel dove in immediately, showing a second grader how to glue googly eyes onto a paper snowman. You watched for a moment, heartwarming at how natural she was with the kids.

“What are you making?” you asked, sitting beside her and grabbing a pair of scissors.

“I’m thinking something avant-garde,” Hazel said, holding up a piece of red paper that she’d cut into an uneven circle. “This could be a wreath… or modern art. I haven’t decided yet.”

You laughed and started cutting out stars from gold paper. As the evening went on, the two of you worked side by side, helping the kids make everything from paper ornaments to glitter-covered reindeer. At one point, Hazel managed to get glitter in her hair, which only made her look even more festive.

“I feel like this is the Christmas spirit,” she said, leaning over to inspect the snowflake you were working on. “Not all the commercial stuff. Just… making something together.”

You smiled, nudging her shoulder. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Only for you,” she said with a wink.

By the end of the night, the two of you had a pile of creations to show for your efforts, including a questionable snowman Hazel had made with entirely too many eyes. As you helped clean up, one of the kids ran up to Hazel and handed her a messy, crayon-drawn picture of the two of you surrounded by snowflakes.

“Merry Christmas!” the kid said before running off.

Hazel looked at the drawing, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Okay, this is the best thing ever.”

You laughed, taking her hand as you left the community center. The cold air hit you, but Hazel’s hand was warm in yours.

“I have to admit,” you said, leaning into her as you walked. “This was a good idea.”

“Told you,” she said, grinning. “I’m full of good ideas.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like the time you thought starting a fight club was a good idea?”

Hazel snorted. “Okay, fair. But this one turned out pretty great, right?”

You stopped walking for a moment, tugging her closer. “Yeah, it did.”

The two of you stood there under the streetlights, your breath visible in the chilly air. Hazel leaned in and kissed you softly, her lips cold but her presence warm.

“Merry almost Christmas,” she murmured against your lips.

You smiled, pulling her back into the walk. “Merry almost Christmas, Hazel.”

[coolmika745]

Fairly Oddparents A New Wish Christmas Cookies

The Animation Director of Fairly Oddparents made Christmas Cookies in the shape of Hazel, Cosmo, and Wanda; therefore, it is considered official craftwork.

[smartsmears]

Merry Christmas

[mercutio-escalator]

so this scene in the tua trailer looked familiar...

does this mean hazel and cha cha are coming back for season 4?

not to mention, the screenshot clearly has "pete's tool shop" written on the building. you know where else the name pete appears in the umbrella academy universe?

in conclusion

[kanerallels]

*starts to make a post about my latest crisis like three times*

[redux-iterum]

Merry Christmas to you! How would some of the kittypet characters react to Christmas trees? Would any try to climb them?

-🕸️

Smudge is apathetic about Christmas trees. They bring him a little nostalgia by their scent, but he doesn't care for all the needles they leave around.

Witch-Hazel climbs hers constantly. The ornaments are always falling to the ground because of this, and she's always batting at them and chasing them in the living room. Her owners are both annoyed and charmed.

Rosy loves the smell of the trees because they make her feel like she's closer to Cloudy and Fireheart. She doesn't realize that trees actually last for a long time out there in the woods, or that they don't have decorations on them.

Barley has never properly interacted with a Christmas tree. He might've seen one through the window of the farmhouse, but he has no real grasp of the concept.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

if you couldn't tell, darling, i only have eyes for you after rain, seasons change 'til christmas day comes back again love remains for @accidental-spice

INTO THE SILENT NIGHT • FOR KING AND COUNTRY • KANAN JARRUS AND HERA SYNDULLA • STAR WARS REBELS • kazzy’s corner secret santa thank you gift