#OC: Jordan

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memory management (crush)

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⚠️ The following update contains the following triggers: death, blood, gore, strangulation, needles, gun, violence.⚠️

The Werewolf: "Well, well, well!"

(The Werewolf continues to laugh as he pops up on the table. He takes a deep breath and sighs contently. Ah, the smell of blood and fear.)

"We finally meet!"

"What's the matter? You should be happy you performed a miracle! Here I am, alive!"

(Bernard stares down at the body of Jordan. Just like that, they were dead... and he did nothing to stop it.)

(The Werewolf turns to his next victim -- he's muttering about something that's grating to his ears.)

The Werewolf: "Hey."

(Bernard looks up at the sound of low growling. Oh shit. Shit. Shit!)

"Yeah, I'm talking to you." (The Werewolf flexes his hand.)

"It's very rude to talk over someone." (The Werewolf smiles more.) "I thought I recognize your voice. Yeah, you're the shit-talker, aren't you? You wanted to cut my face."

(How the fuck-- he remembers that? He heard that?! That was years ago! The Werewolf laughs low at Bernard's realization.

Bernard has another pressing issue that needed his immediate attention -- he takes his eyes off of The Werewolf for one moment to look around. He's alone. Oh dear god, he's alone.) "I'm s-s-s-sorry..."

The Werewolf: "Are you though? I think you need to be p̩͛͜uͣ͏̠n̴͖ͯi͉̅͠s͆͢ͅh̩͋̕ę͍̊d̟̂͡.̱͂͟"̨̘͑

(Bernard's whole body shakes as he tries to move. No. There's no way; he's good as dead.) "No, don't--"

(The Werewolf springs off of the exam table with a mighty roar--)

(--landing on Bernard and toppling the table, sending equipment flying everywhere.)

(Bernard shrieks.) "No! Nooooo!"

Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

"̶̡̭̖͎̋͗̍̀Ş̈́ͨ̚͠͏͎͔̥H̦̣͚͐ͧ͊̀͜͜Ǘ͋ͧ͏̣͍̰̕͢T̸̨͕̟̜ͮͮͯ̕ ̽͗̍͏̧҉̩̪͇U̿͛͐҉͏̶̺̖̲P̴͖͇̟ͪ̀̾̕͝!̸̰̜̙ͪ̔̾͘͟"̸̘̦̰̈ͨ̇́͡

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[obscureophidian]

finally drew a character i adopted a while back , her name is Jordan :)

designed by butterflybandit on toyhouse

[cupofst4rs]

Family Tree!

Meet Olympia and Jordan's family!

I also have some facts about her brother Apollo below + bonus choices style MCs

THIS IS THE LAST LORE DUMP I SWEAR

Anyone with a black screen over their eyes is deceased

Also here's a family relationship chart

APOLLO FACTS

When people ask about the scar on his left arm he always tells them it’s from a dog. It isn’t but he thinks that it might as well be

Despite his name, he doesn’t have any musical talent

He takes hours in the bathroom to get ready each morning, he can’t settle for anything less than perfect (imagine Patrick Bateman’s morning routine or Cassie from Euphoria)

With all the bullshitting he does on a daily basis he’d make a pretty good lawyer, or a used car salesman

Like his dad, he is also skilled in social climbing networking, he was a part of the popular group at his school before Olympia was expelled

He loves showing off what new branded item he got over the weekend

He used to hate Olympia constantly following him like a puppy when they were younger, now that she’s moved away, he's starting to feel a little lonely

He was Olympia’s biggest bully and only friend at the same time

He does care about her, but the advice he gave which was for her own good often made situations worse

BONUS CHOICES VERSION WAHOO!

Jordan (left), Olympia (Middle), Apollo (right)

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Who broke it?

Cringetober Day Fourteen: Incorrect Quote

Cringetober Day Fifteen: Animation Meme

Is the *technically* an animation meme? Undecided. But I’m counting it either way. I’m not an animator, this is the best you’re getting.

Original

[flame-shadow]

when you're tall for your species but that doesn't count for much once you leave your planet

[tigercomplexes]

I really thought I posted this here but apparently not LOL. peep this microorganism

[nikatyler]

the 1 is about him and ross

[fishyfishcake]

A short story

[tang0w0tek]

so am I?

I need the answer

for

reasons

[adraveins]

And some Watchers from this, thanks @triflingshadows.

Kit, cipher prodigy, full of ambition and hubris (has a hit list of gods). Jordan, moon godlike and fury druid, sweet but also a dissident and spy (full of lies). Hakona, fire godlike and Bleak Walker, poor little meow meow supreme (did bad things and is sad about it).

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memory management (suffocation)

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(Jordan's cry of surprise is cut short as two clawed thumbs pierced their neck.)

(Daniel moves himself right in front of Charles, guarding him with an outstretched arm. Bernard stands there, feet bolted to the floor.)

"Oh, fuck! Get back, get back!"

(The lab room is silent; John stares at his target as he wraps his hands around their neck.)

(Consciousness is slow to return to him; he takes a giant breath to feed his oxygen starved body, unleashing a terrible noise.)

(Jordan reaches out in vain to Daniel.) "H-- hHHHrkk--- hhh!"

"He... llllllp... m--- eeee..."

(Daniel can't. He can't. He can't. Even has he tries to will himself to move an inch, anything, Daniel can't. I'm sorry.)

"N--- nnnnhhhkkkk!"

(Why isn't he moving? Why isn't he doing anything? Why is he-- Terror strikes Jordan as they realize they're not going to be saved. No. No no no no no.)

(They claw and squirm, trying to loosen John's grip from around their neck but it's too late.)

"Let me go! Let me go!" Jordan tries to say.)

(They gasp as John's fingers and claws dig deeper and deeper into their neck. Jordan's gasps are loud and awful. Blood vessels pop and bleed in their eyes, coloring their sclera a distressing shade of red. The taste of copper fills what little air trapped in their throat.)

(John roars pulls forward in a single motion, rewarding himself with a splatter of hot blood on his skin. Jordan is finally free, but it is too late; they stagger as they desperately try to cover the massive slash across their throat.)

(Jordan's body crumples to the floor with a sickening, wet thud. Bernard swears he sees bubbles forming as blood seeps from their wound.)

(Finally...)

(He breathes. He lives. The Werewolf laughs triumphantly.)

"͙̇̉́H͍̃͊̀a͒͏̤h̩̳̄ͨ͜͠aͬ̃҉̱ḩ̻͕̇ȃ̙̋͡hͥͨ҉̠a͗͊͏̠̖h̻̉͘a̧̺ͭ́.̧͉̌ͬ.̢̬ͮ.̺̌̎̕"̴̨̣̞͐

(Yes...)

"͙̇̉́H͍̃͊̀a͒͏̤h̩̳̄ͨ͜͠aͬ̃҉̱ḩ̻͕̇ȃ̙̋͡hͥͨ҉̠a͗͊͏̠̖h̻̉͘a̧̺ͭ́.̧͉̌ͬ.̢̬ͮ.̺̌̎̕!"̴̨̣̞͐

(It worked...)

"̴̱͂H̳̆̕Ǎ͏͙H̢͉̃A̬͒͟H̗̋͝A̵̦͂H̩ͮ̕A̯ͣ͢H͖ͦ͡A̶̘̓!̶͎́!̴͔͊"̥̃̀

(It worked!)

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[sbflux-art]

them

[theereina]

Buy Her Books📚 and Eat Her Pussy🐈

Pairing: Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +1.9K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), oral (female receiving), spanking, Dom!Erik, orgasm denial, pure filth

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

Of course, Erik didn't know the monster he created. Last night, he had given his girlfriend Amelia his credit card and told her to buy her books. Amelia was immediately struck by decision fatigue. Her TBR list was well over 100 books at this point. When she whined about not knowing what books to choose, Erik told her to buy them ALL. Amelia initially laughed at Erik, not taking a word he said seriously; however, the look he gave her let her know he was beyond serious.

He had given her the card the night before. She sat up all night anxiously going through her TBR. She narrowed the list to 52 must-haves and 67 maybes, not including the 34 she deleted after reading the recent reviews.

Amelia had spent all morning in her favorite local bookstores and Barnes & Noble. She became flustered once she started realizing how much she would be paying. So, she called Erik and asked for his “approval” again. He responded with a laugh and comment about letting her do it again. This had Amelia excited at the thought.

While in the stores, she would first search for the books on her must-haves. Then, she would look for the maybes. She would scan over the synopsis and maybe the first page before deciding. She did this same routine in every store she went into.

After such a strenuous morning, Amelia was exhausted but excited upon returning home. She knew exactly the book she wanted to read first. She had showered and changed back into her nightgown. She climbed onto the bed and searched through the hoard of books. Amelia had tried her best to keep the books separated by genre to help her sort them.

There it was— a book she had wanted since its release five months ago. Amelia was back in her happy place as she lay on her tummy across Erik's bed, facing the headboard. She held the book and began kicking her feet in bliss. She opened the book and began to read the prologue before remembering that she didn't want any distractions. She grabbed her phone and placed it on DND. Tossing her phone somewhere behind her, she began to read again.

4 hours later

Unbeknownst to Amelia, hours had passed. Many hours. Her phone was still on DND, so she was unaware of Erik's 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages. Unfortunately, she also didn't know he was on his way home.

As Amelia lay reading, Erik arrived at his home. He was pissed. Amelia had ignored him all day. He was a little paranoid about these kinds of situations considering the life he lived before meeting her.

Erik unlocked the door quietly checking for any signs of forced entry. He slowly crept through the house. As he approached the back rooms, the only light visible was coming from under his bedroom door. He could hear what sounded like Amelia laughing, but he was too unsure. He unsheathed his Glock and held it in his hands. As he inched closer to the door, he quieted his steps. Putting his stealth skills to use, he leaned against the door using the weight of his body to stop it from creaking as he opened it.

Awaiting him was an exhausted Amelia. She was facing away from him still completely unaware of his presence. He had always told her she had the self-awareness of a toddler.

He slowly placed his gun into his waistband. Trying his hardest not to startle or alert her to his presence, he crept up to the foot of the bed. He grabbed Amelia's left foot and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Princess!” Erik says flipping Amelia over onto her back causing the book to slip from her hands. “Erik!” she screamed. She was still unsure how this man could toss her around so easily.

“Busy?” he asked folding his arms across his chest. “Umm…,” Amelia said sitting on her knees at the edge of the bed. She leaned up to give Erik an apologetic kiss. “Where's your phone?” he asked uncrossing his arms.

Amelia turned around and began searching for the phone in the bed. Piles of books were everywhere— an assortment of thrillers, romance, erotica, mystery, fantasy, and more. She knew it was there somewhere. She found it and looked at the screen. 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages from “Daddy😈”. She turned back around to see Erik cracking his knuckles.

Uh oh

“So, you were reading all day? Is that why you were ignoring me, baby girl?” Erik said caressing her cheek. “Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just really…” she said putting her hands on his shoulders. “That's unacceptable, and you know that,” he said putting his right hand on the side of her neck. He used his thumb to stroke over the front of her throat., teasing her. Amelia swallowed because she knew what was coming— a punishment fit for his princess.

Erik stood there staring at Amelia's throat. “Where's the book you were just reading?” Erik asked stilling his movements. She pointed behind her to the only opened book on the bed. She was growing anxious by the second. Amelia began to whimper in desperation, trying to craft a scheme to escape this.

Erik's eyes shot up to meet Amelia's now brimming with tears. “Amelia, baby?” Erik lulled. “Yes, Daddy?” she asked hoping this would absolve her of her discretions. Considering that it was an honest mistake, she hoped he would be lenient. “Shut that shit up,” he said in the most level tone. He didn't raise his voice a decibel, but Amelia knew.

“Since you wanna read so much, read to me. I wanna see what's got you so distracted,” Erik said leaning over grabbing the book and handing it to Amelia.

4 orgasms denials later

Amelia was fighting for her life. Erik was eating her out from the back and forcing her to read the book aloud simultaneously. Every time she slipped up or stopped he lit her ass up like a Christmas tree.

His tongue sliding up and down her folds over and over again was driving her insane. She continued to read while breathing out ragged breaths. He was positioned right behind her on the bed. His tongue was warm and slick from her juices.

Erik leaned up and sat directly between her legs. He used his arms to flip Amelia over onto her back in one swift move. She yelled out in shock. Amelia looked down pleading to Erik with her eyes. He scoffed at her attempt to use her puppy dog eyes against him. He sat back and looked at Amelia's sloppy pussy and swollen clit. He took his hand and slid it up and down her slit, coating his fingers in her cum.

He brought his hand to his mouth and began to suck on his fingers. Amelia stopped to stare at Erik in awe. Without even losing focus on his task at hand, he used his other hand to smack Amelia's already swollen clit. “I didn't tell you to stop!” he barked while removing his fingers from his mouth. Amelia tried to continue reading but could feel Erik shifting between her legs.

Amelia turned the page and peeked under the book. She could see Erik's hand lining up with her pussy again. She felt his middle and index fingers slide into her wet pussy with a squelch. She moaned out and clenched her pussy around his fingers. He began to drive his fingers upward against her g-spot. He was merciless while fingerfucking her.

She started stuttering and closed her eyes too caught up in bliss. Erik used his free hand to smack the outside of her thigh. The sound echoed through the room. The thickness of her thighs provided no cushion for the blows he was dishing out. If anything, it was giving him more to work with. Her ass was already obliterated— red, swollen, and covered in welts.

They had been at this for almost an hour because of how well he was dragging out his teasing. She was tired of being denied but knew she held no power in this situation. All she could do was take it.

He leaned over Amelia's body pushing her knees up to her chest. How did he expect her to read like this?

His fingers were still punishing her pussy. He looked at Amelia and began to speak, “I don't hear you!” Amelia tried to read, but she felt like her voice was strained. The way he had her folded in half with his body holding her legs and thighs in place was making it hard to breathe. “Daddy, please. I can't…,” she whined out. “You can, and you fuckin' will. Do you hear me?” Erik said slowing his fingers down inside of her. He knew Amelia's weakness— slow strokes and deep pokes. He was using his fingers to massage her insides. He was kneading her pussy like dough.

Erik's heavy breathing was overshadowed by the sounds of Amelia's moans and her pussy squelching. It sounded like someone was flicking their fingers under a running faucet. Amelia dropped the book on her stomach, and Erik's hand instantly smacked her thigh twice. “Pick…it…the…fuck…up!!!” Erik growled through gritted teeth.

Amelia reached for the book. She tried her best to continue to read as Erik's fingers drove her insane. Erik lifted her left leg and pushed it back against her chest. He angled his body so that he was slightly to the side of Amelia's body. He leaned over and began to suck her clit while continuing to finger her pussy.

The words were leaving her mouth, but she wasn't attempting to comprehend or remember what she read. Erik removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He moved so that his face was right between Amelia's legs. His tongue thrust inside her pussy. “Fuck. I'm… I'm gonna… Oh, I'm ‘bout to cum!” Amelia screamed. “Oh, really? I don't…remember you…askin’ me..for shit!” Erik said in between licks. “May I please cum? I can't take it anymore!” Amelia said her eyes filled with tears. “You betta!” Erik said slapping her clit with his free hand.

That was all it took to push Amelia over the edge. Her legs locked onto Erik as her belly seized. Her juices flooded Erik's fingers as he pushed them back in, leaking all over his hand and down his arm. He opened his mouth and covered her pussy so that he could catch everything. Amelia's moans turned to pained grunts. She was done.

Erik released his mouth from her pussy. He let go of her thick thighs causing them to fall like dead weights onto the bed. Amelia pulled her legs away from Erik and rolled over onto her side. He smacked her ass cheek while grabbing it roughly. “Good girl. You gone ignore Daddy again?” He asked leaning over to kiss Amelia's shoulder. “No, sir,” Amelia mumbled. “That's what the fuck I thought!” Erik replied standing from the bed.

“Get some rest, princess. Daddy's not done with you yet,” Erik said removing his shirt and heading towards the bathroom. “What?” Amelia said, jolting up from the bed. “Dafuck did you just say to me?” Erik snapped spinning around to meet Amelia's weak and apologetic eyes. “Nothing,” Amelia said as she let her head hit the bed again. “Since you got so much mouth, you got an hour. I know exactly what the next punishment is,” Erik said grinning.

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[ssecond-hand-faith]

It’s Jordan!