𑣲⋆｡˚ My name is Anor you can call me Nori, Nor or just plain old Anor⋆·˚ ༘ *
⋆·˚ ༘ *Im 20 years old, black and painfully awkward.
·˚ ༘⋆ I love horror and psychosexual movies (movies in general), my favorites at the moment being Crash (1996), almost anything in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise, Secretary, Def by Temptation, and Videodrome. I am a july Cancer, obsessed with vampires and a loser obsessed with old men.ೃ࿔*:･
˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ I am a black woman first and foremost so while everyone is welcome I do write with black women in mind. I am a pervert and this is my space ⋆｡˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚
Please be aware i don’t write for raceplay or ageplay.⋆˚꩜｡
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thinking about jack who fucks you, hands behind his back, and makes you put him back in every time he slips out - his soft voice and that pitiful arched eyebrow underneath his sweaty grey curls, just sooo disappointed every time you miss
content warning ♪ – age gaps, power imbalances, stepcest, fauxcest, not much smut, but all of these men are pervs, inappropriate relationships, manipulation, dub-con elements, light stalking...i think? dark stuff (parent death...yeah.), jerking off, breeding kink and much more but i forgot! (characters: jack abbot, andrew cody, charlie reid, brett richards, sammy bryant, terry mccandless, grant reilly, titus danforth)
della's note ♪ – here's some della shawn hatosy word vomit for you guys!! expect many grammar issues, misspelled words, and redundant words. enjoy! (i might make a part 2 for the more underrated dada's)
dads best friend ♪: jack abbot
i mean i don’t even i have to explain. he’s a widower, he’s got no kids, and he also has a canon best friend that everyone can make their dad yk?? i don’t think jack would actually fuck his best friends daughter but it’s so much fun to imagine. likeee you guys are super close and you literally call him uncle jack bc him and ur dad are so close. he doesn’t play about u at all and he’s so touchy bc that’s normal for u guys. forehead kisses, pet names, gifts. your dad says that he’s spoiling you but ofc he never stops. he texts u and checks up on u when he has seen u in a while and you have such a fat gross crush on him bc he’s the perfect man in ur eyes.
neighbors to lovers ♪: andrew cody
sooo in my mind i can see andy falls for some cute girl that’s completely different than he is and he’d accidentally stalk her. it’s genuinely a mistake. he’ll see you around and subconsciously note that you go to this grocery in the afternoon on tuesdays and he’ll be there too…ITS NOT ON PURPOSE. he watches you leave your house every morning and he wants to follow u to make sure ur safe but i really doesn’t want to make u uncomfortable. he really likes u. you end up giving him a little wave when you make eye contact with him and he waves back slowly…its kinda creepy. you just think he’s shy. he is. you start making convoss and keepin an eye for him bc he’s super hot and nice and he’s so so so obsessed and in love…he can’t even put it into words.
stepdad x stepdaughter ♪: charlie reid
you cannot tell me this evil ass nigga isn’t a toxic, gross, ass stepdad. he’s genuinely evil and he manipulates you so well. this is dark as hell but imagine your mom and him got married and after they’ve been together for a few years, you mom dies. and charlie’s there for you the wholeeeee time. he tells you that he’ll always be there for you and just bc your mom isn’t here anymore, he’ll still be your dad. this seems like a sweet sentiment, but it’s really not. he’s gonna use all of his support against you and tell you that there’s only one way he wants u to pay him back. and a less darker imagine but still fucked up, charlie and your mom have an okay relationship and whenever him and your mom get into a fight, he waits till she’s asleep, sneaking into your and lets off some steam.
power imbalance ♪: brett richards
there’s many shawn fuckables that can fit this trope but i decided to brett for this one bc i’ve have this scenario in my mind since i started watching his episodes of fire country. the fire station hates brett bc he wants to do stuff different and they’re bitter and blah blah blah. you’re the new girl. you got hired a little before the og chief passed so you’re not very used to anything. brett can tell how easier you’re able to persuade. so he starts planting little seeds to make you think ur best than all the other firefighters. he tells you that you’re a perfect example of the new way he wants the firefighters to work. he tells you that he wishes he’d have a whole bunch of you’s in the fire station. he tells you that ur smart and gorgeous and that he’d love to have you by his side. he starts calling you to his office bc he likes to have one on one time with you because you just get him so well. then there’s touching, pet names, and all of that jazz to make you melt like butter in his hands. you just needed some heat!
babysitter fic: ♪: sammy bryant
everyone saw this one coming donttt lie. sammy is just soooo stress from work and his crazy ass ex wife and you’re genuinely perfection manifested before his eyes. when he first met you, he was tongue-tied. you’re gorgeous, well-spoken, smart, good with kids, not fucking insane—PERFECT. his mind runs wild whenever he sees you with little nate. you handle him with such care and passion, he can’t help but hold up with admiration…and maybe think about getting you pregnant and making nate a big brother. he knows that you’d be such a good mommy, you’re already so good with nate. but he tries to be normal about it. you’re his employee technically. and you’re definitely not ready to have kids of your own just yet…right? you were straight of college and only doing this for some extra cash. the man could help but imagine how life would be to have you as his.
co-workers to...something toxic ♪: terry mccandless
terry is a fucked, freaked out mess! this man has a awful corruption kink, and when his eyes land you—the new, pretty sergeant who looks like a lost lamb with wide eyes that glimmer with innocence—he finds his new target. he pretends like he wants to show you the ropes, that he wants to make sure you’ve got a stable head on your shoulders as you navigate your new job. he actually doesn’t give a fuck, but this gives him the perfect opportunity to make an impression on you. he slowly teaches you his corrupt ways (the non-sexual one) and builds him self up as a figure to look up into in your mind. all of this works perfectly; you never question him, you don’t bat an eye when he touches you inappropriately, and you want to impress him. he starts taking you out places—never calling them dates—to get you more comfortable outside of the workplace. first, it’s the park, then the diner, then his bedroom where he’s slutting you out in ways you couldn’t imagine.
teacher x student ♪: grant reilly
grant cherishes you more than anything, besides cooking itself. you’re his protege, his apprentice, his student, the young women who he cares so so deeply about. you and grant have spent more time together than you recall. hours in the restaurant’s kitchen, his kitchen, your kitchen—any kitchen actually—cooking alongside each other. for a while, grant didnt let you cook. you were on watch duty. he said that was the best way to learn before you got your hands messy. you were a bit begrudged at first, but you like listening to grant. you valued every word from his lips. grant never looked at you in an inappropriate manner, but he wasn’t blind! he knew that you were a very pretty girl with pretty hands and pretty hair and a pretty face and smile and body…but you were his student. the fucker even said you were like a daughter to him. but goodness…sometimes it was all too much for him. the eagerness in your eyes to learn more would send chills down his spine. that’s when he’d cut the lesson short and send your pretty self home for the night. once you leave, he sighs like he’s been hold the breath in for hours. his head would fall in his hands as he curses to him. “what the fuck is wrong with you, man. what are you doing??” the self-shame would follow him all the way into his bedroom and he’d flop down on his bed. he jerks off to the thought of you like the dirty old man he is and acts like everything is completely normal the next time he sees you.
boss x employee ♪: titus danforth
yes yes yes i HAD two ideas for titus but literally everyone does arranged marriage so im gonna be creative (no i have not seen the movie yet but i’ve read enough fics to know what he’s like) you work for the danforths. the weird, rich family that’s definitely not into some evil ass shit. you don’t know much about him. you just work for him. 3 days a week you come into family estate to clean. there’s never anything to clean…weirdly. so you end up lounging around when nobody’s looking. you THINK nobody is looking, but titus is. he’s always lurking when you’re around. you NEVER notice it until he decided to make himself known. he tells you he needs to talk you about something important. this being your job because apparently you just slack all day long. you apologize profusely. this job always pays more than it should for the “work” you’re doing. you’d be stupid to fumble it. but titus isn’t completely evil, he tells you he’s got a way for you to make it up to him <33
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first you gotta do the build up and then the actual fucking and the fucking is pretty easy but you never know how long the fucking should last, and eventually you're like "okay I'm tired of this" so the characters cum, but you're not done yet because you can't just end it at "he fucking nutted everywhere" you gotta keep going, and the characters have to chat a little or cry or think about how horrible they are or something and then you kinda don't know when to end that either so now you're 2k words in and you might have put too much self hatred and not enough sucking dick. so you wrap it up, and think well it's done now.
or sometimes you have it all perfect in your mind and you knock the whole thing out in 2 to 3 hours.
cw: f!reader, smut (mdni), like… watersports but tame (?), my first time dabbling with that, it’s really more bladder control, I guess? correct me if I’m wrong, daddy kink, forced orgasm (again, kinda?)
Jack can be so mean. So mean.
Whenever his fat cock is bullying your cervix, your slick walls molded to his shape, you always feel the pressure on your bladder with every thrust.
Today, he’s already drawn three or four orgasms from you, and your cunt feels raw. So sensitive that every pass of his fingers over your clit sets your nerves aflame and your hips buck wildly.
“Jack,” you gasp.
All you get in reply is him shushing you.
“Take it, baby,” he grunts, “you’re doing so good. Just take Daddy’s cock.”
One of his arms is planted next to your head, where he stabilizes himself. The thick cords of muscles work every time he rolls his hips towards yours. You’re so boneless by now that your head has lolled to the side, your eyes transfixed on his forearm. If you had a little more strength left in you, you’d bite down hard on the sun-kissed flesh just to have something of him between your teeth.
You’re ripped out of that daydream when Jack’s other hand suddenly presses down on your stomach. He only means to feel himself—the way his cock slides into you and slightly distends the ceiling of your lower tummy. But he presses a little too hard, too deep, and you squeal with surprise when you feel the pressure in your pelvic area.
Jack stops immediately, his brows knitting together.
“What? You okay, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks hurriedly.
You feel your face heating up (even more) as you shake your head.
“No,” you stammer, “I… that… you’re gonna make me… that makes me feel like I have to pee.”
You can almost see how the information enters Jack’s ears and travels up to his brain, where it sits for a second before his eyes light up.
“Yeah?”
He grins and resumes his thrusts, his hand remaining on your tummy. He doesn’t push down yet.
The level of smugness on his face should be studied.
The heat between you rebuilds after the brief interruption, and you almost forget what had been one of the most embarrassing moments ever to you.
But to Jack? That was information worth millions.
He kisses your neck and hikes up one of your legs to aim even deeper into you, then watches your face. With your eyes closed, you don’t notice just how intensely he examines every micro-expression you make, including the light twitch of your brows when he goes particularly deep.
His palm is warm against your belly, grounding you—until it doesn’t.
Jack smirks as you squeal again while his hand presses down right above your pubic bone.
“Ja-ack,” you gasp, “stop it.”
He shakes his head and fucks into you deeper as he keeps up the pressure on your bladder.
“Just let go, baby,” he instructs, “c’mon. Make a mess for me.”
You shake your head, your face now uncomfortably hot.
“No, Jackie, please,” you beg.
Your plea falls on deaf ears.
He holds you down with that hand on your belly and keeps aiming his tip right at your G-spot. Your thighs tremble as you whimper.
“J-Jack, please,” you try again.
“That’s not your word, sweetheart,” he reminds you. “C’mon, trust me. Make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”
You whine and beg, torn between chasing the pleasure growing in your core and saving yourself from a huge embarrassment.
In the end, it’s not like you have a choice. Jack’s rhythm leaves you no other option but to cum, and the second he hears that high-pitched moan spill from your lips, he intensifies how hard he pushes down on your tummy.
When you cum, your juices spray everywhere. Jack watches with amazement, not quite letting up as you soak his cock and sheets, your wetness dripping everywhere. He twitches inside you as you keep squirting with every roll of his hips until you’re empty.
“Fuck, baby, that- that was amazing,” he rasps. “Can you do that again?”
fucking you deep on your back, one hand holding your head in his chest while his other fists the thrown covers. whispering sweet in your ear while you hold onto his strong back, dropping fat, long strokes into you that feel deeper and deeper each go around. he’s kinda glad the musics so loud, because your moans and whines are getting louder by the second.
“Andy oh-my-god,,” you moan in tune with his heavy thrusts, shuddering into him as you hold him closer. “so deep, gonna cum..feels so good..” you’re absolutely soaking him, he feels like he could slip out any second. “you can cum sweetie, you’re ok, you’re ok..don’t think about anything else just go ahead n let go..been so good.”
he could get walked in on right now and he’d keep going if it meant getting to hear you like this, all sweet and docile in his arms, scratching at his back as you cum around him, smushing your lips in little kisses to his chest. couldn’t believe Craig pulled someone so sweet.
