#gen v x you

[bumblesimagines]

The Torment of Loving

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Jordan's broken the first and most fundamental rule of becoming friends with benefits with someone: falling in love. Now, they have to deal with the consequences.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Gen V warnings, mentions of disapproving parents, drug usage, sexual content, Jordan pls get a therapist jordan pls, falling for the fwb trope, implied unrequited feelings

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There was nothing Jordan Li hated more than not having control over their feelings. 

It reminded them all too well of the trapped, suffocating feeling of being around their scrutinizing parents. They loved them, just as long as they remained in the body they'd come out of the womb in and just as long as they remained pitch fucking perfect. Their grades, their clothes, their popularity, anyone they showed a smidge of interest in. It all had to be perfect for their parents otherwise they'd spew a big lecture that'd sucker punch the air out of their lungs and make tears spring to their eyes when they listened to the disappointment dripping off their sugar-coated tones.

So, when that suffocating feeling reared its head again and slithered around Jordan's chest, constricting their heart and making their blood buzz, they despised the reason for it. They despised the out-of-control sense that filled their head and the fact the cause of their newfound troubles wasn't over their parents or losing points or getting a bad grade on an assignment. It'd been over a goddamn guy. 

A guy who, more often than not, had them listening to his every word as if he were a preacher speaking to the most loyal devotee; a guy who could make their heat warm and ears dust with soft pink despite the playful scowl on their lips; a guy who could make heat shoot right to their gut and make them weak at the knees with just a few teasing words. Jordan found it embarrassing. Andre and Luke enjoyed teasing them over their frat boy-like tendencies, and yet there they were, acting like a little high schooler with their first boyfriend; and they weren't even a couple.

(Y/N)'s half-lidded eyes skimmed the label on one of Jordan's foundation bottles, the blunt they'd been exchanging hanging loosely from his lips and filling the air with the smell of weed. Jordan watched him from their spot on the bed, limbs sprawled out and head resting back on one of the soft pillows.

"Bet you don't even use all this shit." (Y/N) murmured, tugging the blunt from his lips and exhaling the smoke into the already semi-clouded room. For whatever safety concern the school deemed necessary, the large windows in each dorm were permanently sealed shut, forcing them to either keep the door cracked open and risk a staff member catching them or deal with the smoke until the vents took care of it. 

Jordan merely hummed, more focused on how (Y/N)'s sweatpants hung from his hips, only needing a careful tug to slump down his legs. Their lips slowly curved into a lazy grin at the knowledge, their eyes dragging back up until they found his face once more. The glass of the bottle clacked with the desk of their vanity when (Y/N) set it down, his legs bringing him back toward Jordan to offer them the last hit and head finally turning toward him. 

Out of instinct, Jordan morphed into their femme form and sat up in their bed, the shirt and briefs they'd been wearing feeling slightly baggier against their body. They wrapped their lips around the blunt, dark eyes ensuring to hold eye contact with him as they inhaled deeply. (Y/N) chuckled and shook his head, setting the blunt aside on the cigarette tray on the nightstand. Jordan exhaled the smoke, the buzz in their head making them hyperaware of almost everything; from the way the sheets rubbed against their skin to the subtle yet audible beat of (Y/N)'s heart. 

"You're a pain, Jordan." (Y/N) said with a soft sigh, tone teasing yet with a hint of exasperation. "You've had an attitude all day and then practically drag me in here the minute school ends." 

Jordan shrugged, unable to find an excuse for their hot and cold behavior. They'd woken up tired from a night of tossing and turning whilst they'd argued with themselves about their feelings toward him. By the time the sun rose, they'd finally come to terms with the fact they were indeed agonizingly head over heels for a fuckbuddy. Their irritation from lack of sleep and bubbling anticipation mixed with jealousy when (Y/N) chose to sit beside another classmate instead of them, only intensifying when Jordan watched them flirt the whole damn class. They couldn't help it; lashing out was their biggest defense mechanism, and apologizing never came easy to them. 

"You like my attitude." Jordan grinned and slumped back into the pillows, their hand raising and fingers wiggling to beckon him closer. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, his knee digging into the mattress and making it creak softly as he reached back to slip off his shoe. He did similarly with the other before carefully toppling on top of Jordan, forcing their knees apart. (Y/N) released a low noise, his head tucking itself into the space between their neck and shoulder. 

A twinge of longing struck Jordan, their eyes raising to stare at the ceiling above them. Relationships had always been shaky ground for them, a thin tightrope with a long drop into heartache below. They'd suffered plenty of rejection from their parents, especially their father who always hoped his 'son' would return to him. It was ironic, in a way, how much everyone longed for their masc form but they only hooked up with (Y/N) in their femme form. It was automatic for them, really. Guys preferred her and girls preferred him, but no one ever wanted both. Besides, the only time they'd ever seen (Y/N) show interest in a guy had been during a dumb drunk game of spin the bottle where he and Luke had aggressively made out to the amusement of everyone, including Cate. 

"Your heart's beating really fast, J." (Y/N) yawned, breath fanning against Jordan's neck and making the hair on their body rise with goosebumps that quickly followed. He lifted his head, the lazy smirk on his face a signature look of his that Jordan had grown to look forward to each day, even if it meant rolling their eyes excessively at it.

"Yeah, 'cause-" 

Jordan sighed blissfully (something that made their cheeks warm with embarrassment) when (Y/N) cut off their snarky response with a kiss. Slow, and lazy, the sort of kisses that'd typically have Jordan scoffing and wanting something quicker. Kissing was intimate; the quicker and rougher, the less room there was to allow anything other than the feeling of desire to form. That ship had long sailed for them, though. (Y/N) gently dug his teeth into Jordan's bottom lip, his fingertips slipping beneath the gray tank top and slowly sliding around their stomach. 

"Tease," Jordan hissed, pulling their lip free when a trickle of saliva threatened to slip from the corner of their mouth. (Y/N) only chuckled in return, his wrists forcing the hem of the shirt upward until the shirt was bundled right above their newly exposed tits. The smirk returned and his head lolled to the side as his fingers massaged the underside of their breasts. Their chest began rising and falling with rapid, expectant breathing. "You're suck a dick, (L/N)." 

"It's fun watching the all-mighty Jordan squirm." He answered with a teasing coo, and the thought of shifting crossed their mind but they quickly shoved the urge away.

They enjoyed a good wrestle with (Y/N) before anything sexual began, and as much as they liked the idea of having some sort of upper hand during, they simply couldn't risk making him uncomfortable. Being rejected when their heart skipped every time they locked eyes simply couldn't happen. The very idea of it made their heart lurch and throat tighten with unease. 

Before their thoughts could drag them out of the fun, they huffed at him, "Come on," They groaned half-heartedly, as if the way their hips rolled came from anything else other than the kneading and massaging. "Get on with it al-"

A sharp, hissed curse escaped them, head digging back into the black pillow case as their mouth fell open at the combined sensation of (Y/N) latching onto one of their hardened buds while simultaneously grinding against them, the fabric of the briefs pressing against their heat and leaving a wet patch behind. Jordan's blunt nails dug into the back of his shirt, fingers curling and threatening to shred the shirt at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling around their nipple, a strangled whine falling from their lips when he dragged his teeth over it before swiftly switching to give the other attention. 

"Jesus," Jordan exhaled, cheeks ablaze and hazy mind struggling to focus on not losing their grip and accidentally shifting. They'd always been used to being the one making others squirm and flush prettily but they hardly minded giving up some control and allowing themselves to act like a pillow princess. 

(Y/N) released them with a soft pop and drew back to admire Jordan's heaving, saliva-covered chest with a satisfied grin. He grasped the collar of his shirt and tugged it off, giving it a brief check over any tears. "I still can't believe you tore my shirt, J." He muttered with a light huff and Jordan giggled at the memory. 

"I bought you a new one, you fucking crybaby." 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes and tossed the shirt aside blindly, leaning down to press a kiss between their chest before littering kisses down to their abdomen and below their belly button. Jordan raised their hips when he tugged at the waistband of the briefs, their face no doubt flushed red as he peeled the briefs down their legs and arched a brow at the evident wet spot. Jordan lightly kicked his thigh when he snickered, their eyes automatically rolling. 

"Not that I'm complaining," (Y/N) started, letting the briefs fall on the floor. He dragged his palm along their inner thigh, pausing inches away from where Jordan wanted- no, needed him the most. Jordan's lip jutted out to form an annoyed pout. "How come you never want to fuck when you're a dude?" He tilted his head.

"W-What?" Jordan exhaled shakily, eyes wide and head jerking to look at him so quick it almost gave them neck pain. They scrambled to prop themselves up on their elbows, a thousand questions and words running through their hazy head but their mouth refused to form any coherent sentences. "I- I- I thought you- that you didn't like guys?" 

(Y/N) stared at them blankly. "Jordan."

"You- You never- How was I supposed to know?!" A long groan of disappointment left their throat when (Y/N) pulled his hand back, the look on his face practically calling them the biggest dumbass alive. Delight curled around their gut and they pursed their lips, shifting into their masc form and studying the indifference on his face. 

"You know how many times I've slept with Luke and Cate? Or Andre?" 

"You've what?" Jordan's brows knitted, more out of furious jealousy over confusion. They shot upright, their hand clamping around the nape of (Y/N)'s neck and fingers digging into his skin. "Why- I thought I was-" Jordan scowled. "Why the fuck do you need them when you have me?" 

"Well, I can't exactly do some Eiffel Tower shit with just you, can I?" (Y/N) grinned cheekily, and it suddenly made sense why Luke and Cate had always been incredibly chill about the other kissing and cozying up to (Y/N). Jordan chalked it up to them being secure enough in their relationship to not care but the new knowledge abruptly made them question every innocent interaction between him and their friends.

"(Y/N)- fuck."

The high-pitched whimper that left them was downright humiliating, eyes squeezing shut and forehead dropping onto his shoulder when (Y/N) wrapped his hand around their leaking length and gave it a light squeeze. Jordan grunted, teeth digging into their lip almost hard enough to draw blood before (Y/N) pushed their shoulder and forced them onto their back once more. Jordan's heels dug into the mattress, and (Y/N) barely had to do any work as Jordan began rutting up into his hand, movements clumsy and increasingly desperate. 

"Thought you were smarter than that, J." (Y/N)'s tone dripped with amusement and Jordan's second scowl proved incredibly short-lived when (Y/N) swooped down to press their lips together in a needy, lip-bruising kiss. Jordan tore away, their back and neck arching at another squeeze, the pad of (Y/N)'s thumb pressing along a vein and forcing incoherent babbling out of the supe. 

With their neck bare and inviting, (Y/N) leaned down to suckle bruises into their skin, teeth sinking until they left imprints that left Jordan's mind woozy and jumbled. Between the desperation in chasing their release and the sensation of (Y/N) marking their neck, it only took (Y/N) leaning down even further and giving their still slick chest some more attention for Jordan's movements to turn sloppy. (Y/N) grinned against his skin, moving his hand at an unrelenting pace even as Jordan covered their stomach and chest in sticky release. 

"I love you," Jordan whined between babbles and noises, the words barely registering until they were a panting, almost teary-eyed mess staring up at him. (Y/N) retracted his hand, smearing the mess Jordan had left behind along their chest until his hand was mostly clean. They flushed at the way their length twitched at the action, the energy they lost returning faster than the average supe's due to their abilities in masc form. 

"I'm hungry." (Y/N) sighed, and Jordan found themselves both thankful and dejected he'd ignored the confession. He disappeared from on top of them, reappearing by the drawer and taking out a rag, cleaning his hand first before teleporting to the bed and cleaning the mess off Jordan. "Let's get Vought-A-Burger, and then we'll see how much you can take in this form, J." 

[psychostxr]

𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢 | worth

PAIRING. jordan li x female! reader

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

WARNINGS. angst, cursing, homphobia, insecurities, racism (some are very brief)

NOTES. inspired by @maraschino-ch3rry post about jordan not being marketable

KEYS. (y/n) - your name e.g. paige, sam, etc. (l/n) - last name e.g. cole, thomas, etc.

Fairy lights and flowers decorate the foyer of Godolkin's Student Union as the night of Brink's Memorial Gala unfolds. Your satin dress flows elegantly, hugging and highlighting your figure with a refined slit. Champagne glasses twinkle as they float by on silver trays, a luxury you can't resist. Grabbing a glass of champagne, you take a small sip.

Your eyes wander, tracing the guests who have gathered for the occasion. The guests, staff members, trustees, benefactors, and a few students invited or could afford to buy tickets are here to 'support' Godolkin University. As for you, you're here to support your partner, Jordan, and find trustees willing to vote for them.

When you finally spot Jordan entering the foyer, your heart pounds against your ribcage at the sight of them. Jordan looks hot in their black suit, and the half-pearl half-chain necklace adds to their charm. However, Jordan's expression doesn't match the mood of the event. They're frowning.

You wonder why until you see their parents trailing right after them. Downing the rest of the champagne, you place the glass on a nearby waiter's tray and scurry over to Jordan, careful not to trip over your heels or dress.

"Jordan!" You grin, pulling them into a hug. Their arms wrap around your waist as your lips kiss their cheek before grazing their ear to whisper, "Stop frowning. You're too attractive in that suit to be sad."

Jordan chuckles, a smile cracking across their face. "Thank you," they murmur, kissing your cheek in return. 

Jordan takes a step back, revealing his parents behind them. You plaster on a fake smile towards Jordan's parents.

"(y/n), meet my parents, Paul, and Kayla Li. Dad, mom, this is (y/n)." Jordan pauses, gulping. "My girlfriend."

"Hi, it's so nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Li," you say, offering your hand to shake.

Jordan's parents glance at each other, almost like they're communicating telepathically. Then, both of their lips quirked upwards. Paul chuckles, reaching out and eagerly shaking your hand.

"You have a girlfriend?" he questions, "Why didn't you tell us?"

Before Jordan can come up with an answer, you interrupt, "I'm sorry, that was my idea." You pull your hand away and rest it on your décolletage. "I didn't want Jordan to tell anyone. I'm a very private person."

"That's okay, dear," Kayla reassures. "We're just happy that Jordan's found someone is all."

"Well, it was nice meeting you both," you say, catching Jordan's parents' attention, "But Jordan and I have duties to attend to tonight." Like schmoozing trustees and securing votes for Jordan. "I hope to see you again soon."

Hooking an arm around Jordan's, you guide them away from their parents and towards the influential guests at tonight's gala.

"Private person, my ass," Jordan remarks once you both are far away from their parents. "One search of you on Instagram and pictures of me flood the app."

"You love it," you quip, unhooking your arm to hold Jordan's hand. "People know we're together, so they can't try shit when you're not around. Unless they want to get their ass kicked."

"You can't blame me. I don't like to share."

Rolling your eyes, you stop in your tracks, causing Jordan to halt.

"Earlier, before you arrived, I was scouring the guests, and I think a few people here would vote for you with enough persuasion. We just need to show them the marketable side of you." You gesture to a man nearby drinking champagne. "That's Daniel Travis, one of the trustees for Godolkin. We can start with him and work our way with the others."

Pulling Jordan, you walk towards Daniel Travis and put a smile on your face. "Mr Travis, I'm (y/n) (l/n), and this is my partner, Jordan Li. Could you spare a few minutes to talk with us?"

He lowers his glass. "Of course. What would you two like to talk about?"

"Well, as we know, trustees decide the rankings. And during the incident with Golden Boy, Jordan went down in rankings. We wondering if you'd like to vote for Jordan," you explain.

"I don't like to ring my own bell, but I am putting up the best stats of anyone here in forensics and combat," Jordan adds, "And to be honest, I'd love your vote."

"I've looked at your Q Rating, Name Recognition, and Social Trending, Jordan. They're down, and it's no secret," Daniel states bluntly, "Frankly, being bi-gender and Asian won't appeal to certain audiences in America, so, in terms of marketability, you're not in the best position."

Jordan's face falls at Daniel's harsh assessment. It's a tough pill to swallow. Daniel shifts his attention to you.

"But you (y/n)?" he says, "Your ratings are through the roof, and your control over your powers is remarkable! You're a marketable asset. But, you see, you could achieve even more if you broke up with Jordan."

The suggestion hangs in the air, a poisonous idea souring the elegance of the gala. Jordan feels a surge of anger and frustration at Daniel's audacity while you're shocked by his proposal.

You squeeze Jordan's hand, hoping to give them peace of mind while you resist the urge to use your powers and toss Daniel into a wall. Your eyes flash with a mix of anger and disgust.

"You must be out of your mind to think I'd ever let someone like you dictate my relationship," you retort sharply, "Now if you have nothing important to say, we're leaving."

With that, you lead Jordan away from the conversation, finding a quiet corner of the gala to catch your and Jordan's breath and collect your thoughts.

You knew that success could come at a cost, but compromising your relationship with Jordan wasn't a price you were willing to pay. Wrapping your arms around Jordan, you pull them into your embrace and kiss their temple. 

"Jordan, I'm so fucking sorry," you apologize softly, "I should've dug for more information on Godolkin's trustees before making any moves. I didn't expect that from Daniel."

Jordan sighs, resting their head on your shoulder. "It's not your fault, (y/n). But Daniel's got a point. My numbers are down. Nobody wants to see a bi-gender Asian Supe. Your numbers would be higher if we weren't together."

You shake your head, holding them tighter. "Jordan, don't listen to him. I love you with every fiber of my being. No marketing scheme or student ranking is worth more than my love for you. I don't care about the numbers. I care about you." You tilt their chin up, looking deeply into their eyes. "You are more than any label or statistic. I love you for who you are. Don't let anyone make you question your worth or our love. Because if anyone thinks otherwise, they can fuck off."

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

JORDAN LI fucking loves it when you sit on their face. Something about yanking you down when you hover, using strong arms to strap over your thighs and lock you in place, gets their fucking cock hard and their pussy wet. She’ll start out licking you out, tracing your folds deliberate and slow. Dip her tongue in between, scooping through the slit, and let the tip of her nose nuzzle your clit. “You like that, baby?” she muses, and plants a loving kiss against your sensitive tissue.

You hum your approval, and she starts getting more intense with it, drawing you down as she raises her head, burying her face in your cunt. Out of instinct, you lift off, and suddenly he’s yanking you right back down. That extra strength makes sure you’re not going anywhere, making you whine and cry while he plunges his tongue in your hole and rifles around. Only to toy and suck on your clit until you grind down on his face asking for more. “Don’t run away from me. You think I want you to hold back?” he murmurs, punctuating it with another kiss this time to your clit. You jump and swallow, your mouth dried from your gaping gasps and moans.

“Jordan,” you whine, “I’m scared.” Your grip on his headboard tightens, and he flattens his tongue against you from stern to bow, flicking his tip against your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, letting out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding as you relax into his tongue swiping side to side against your bud.

He answers your ridiculous statement and your obvious ask for more by grabbing your hips, and guiding you to rock. Back and forth, he forces you to grind down on him, washing his face with your fluids mixed with his saliva, using it and all its delicious ridges. “Oh. Oh,” you breathe, getting swept away in that current. Slowly, you relinquish control, you fully seat, and hands a little smaller than before squeeze your hips twice to let you know you did good.

Mindless, hazy-with-rapture hums expel from her lips, greedily lapping you with the help of the new pressure. “That’s it, baby, mhm, just like that,” she praises, muffled by your flesh.

[inklore]

• “if you keep looking at me like that, i'm not responsible for what happens next." For Jordan (genV)

KEEP FOCUSED.

pairing: jordan li x (f)reader

contents: established relationship, insinuated-ish smut, you can imagine whichever presenting gender but i had their fem form in mind | wc: 703

The plan was to study. 

“Strength isn’t the only thing you need; you need intelligence. Knowledge.” Brink had said. Had made it more than clear that rankings got you somewhere, but for those who didn’t make it to the seven, passing a test was dire. 

Hence, studying was important.

Even if one of you ended up watching over some city, you couldn’t do that with powers alone. Not all the time. 

No matter how much you hated studying, no matter how many times the two of you vouched to study, that’s all, and it heading south within the first hour. 

The two of you had made it two hours now, passing index cards back and forth to write, cross stuff out, add things, and prepare to quiz each other later. It was a new record, really.

For how long neither of you made a move. 

With the restraint you showed each time their fingers brushed against yours when passing the cards to and fro. It was a superpower in its own how you’d strained your eyes to focus on the book in your lap and the laptop at your hip resting on their bed, where the two of you were perched. 

Your bottom lip indented by your teeth, showing how hard restraint was. How your top teeth sunk into the flesh of your lip every time you looked up from your textbook to stare at them. To watch them twiddle the pen in their fingers or press the nail of their thumb against their mouth in deep thought.

And that fucking gray shirt. The shirt that had no sleeves, no sides. The one that gave you the perfect view of their chest when they turned and leaned over the bed to grab their drink off their nightstand. 

The hard swallow that physically ached your throat from stopping yourself from tossing your books to the side, climbing on top of them, and pressing your mouth to the flesh peeking out of it.

You wonder if they wore it on purpose. As a tease. To distract you from the task at hand, a little jest they could poke at you later when one of you passed the test and the other just barely made it.

It makes you want them more. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I'm not responsible for what happens next." 

Their voice cuts through the cloud of arousal fogging up your brain, your eyes sweeping up to their smirking face. 

“You mean you’re not responsible for my failing grade? Don’t think Brink will understand that I couldn’t study because I was too busy thinking about making you come?”

You can see the weight of their swallow, the glint of fire in their eyes when they let out a breathy chuckle and lock eyes with you. 

“Get a passing grade, and I’ll let you make me come as much as you want.” They retort, amusement on their face. 

You can’t help your own look of amusement—a smirk pulling the corners of your lips—as you put the index cards into the spine of the book to hold your place when you close it and push it off your lap to do the same with the book in theirs. Your palms pressed into the mattress between their slightly parted legs, putting your face inches from theirs as you lean into their space. 

“We both know I suck at tests,” you let your fingers walk slowly up their thigh, elation shooting through you when you see their body lean more into your touch on instinct. “But I’m very good at making you come. So, maybe we should just stick with what I’m good at.” 

And when you press your mouth to theirs, leaving a trail of kisses and bites to their neck, all ideas of studying are out the window, and their back is pressed back against the pillows, pulling you on top of them. 

“If you fail this test, I’m not letting you put your mouth on me for a week,” they say into your mouth. A gasp followed behind it as your hand moves to the part of their body that’s begging for you. “A couple days at least,” they moan.

[jordanmoreau]

Nothing In Particular

limoreau au; → in which two strangers come to understand one another as friends and (perhaps) as something more♡ 1,6k words

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“Can you not be a jack ass for like, 5 minutes?” Marie grumbles weakly, her slender fingers lazily stirring the spoon that sat in her half drunken coffee. It must have been almost cold by now, the foam now separated and sad.

Her eyes never strayed from the window opposite where her and Emma sat, watching absentmindedly as leaves swayed and danced down from the trees above. Her friend snorted lightly next to her, nudging Marie’s leg with her foot jovially.

“C’mon, can’t you take a joke? she chirps. Her notes are left forgotten in front of her, half of them threatening to fall off on top the slabbed floor. They were barely legible due to the excessive highlighter however Emma insisted she could read them perfectly. Marie didn’t believe her.

“If you're interested in them, why don’t you just go over and say hi?” she says, as though its as easy as that. She begins scrunching up her face when Marie protests, “they’re not going to bite your head off, top ten or not”.

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Emma was referring to a certain bi gender student that now occupied the furthermost booth inside the tiny cafe they had begun to frequent since the beginning of the semester.

It was a few weeks before that Marie had decided to give the new spot a try. She had sighed shakily to herself before entering, bracing herself for the certain conversation at the counter. The bell above the door chimes as she opens the door and it startles her a little. Did she always have to be so on edge, she thinks.

She orders at the counter with ease (a chai oat latte, extra cinnamon). Whilst waiting she leans against the counter, hugging her self tightly from inside her jacket.

Her head turns as she studies her surroundings curiously. It’s quiet apart from one other person, their mass of dark curls falling across their forehead as they bowed their head, clearing immersed in whatever they were reading. A pair of round wire rim glasses sit on the table in front of them along with a small pouch of pens and a stack of textbooks. Marie can make out 'Hero Ethics' in bold on the side of one of them, the rest of the words escaping her vision.

As if feeling eyes on them, the strangers head suddenly shifts, wet brown eyes coming into view as they peer upward. Marie's cheeks feel hot and she hurriedly turns away, feeling caught and almost knocks her order off the counter with her arm. She pulls her bag higher up on shoulder with a grimace and picks up her drink. A beeline for the nearest window table, she doesn't look back over for fear of making eye contact.

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Over the next few visits Marie catches herself looking for the stranger in the corner. Her bottom lip snagged subconsciously between her teeth and a ridiculous amount of caffeine under her belt.

The stranger never looked the same twice in one week, she realized. On one day she’d entered to find them leaning back nonchalantly, legs spread in a comfortable manner. One hand held a book with ease, the other playing with their hair. It was short, slightly wavy and swept back off their face. A necklace that hung around there neck was balancing against their lip as though placed there as they read and a jacket was draped across their broad shoulders.

The next week, she almost missed them. Marie could tell it was the same person instinctively, the same blue jacket slung over the back of the booth and a sleek curtain of raven black hair falling against their cheeks in a little bob. She watched intently as the stranger pouted softly, pausing their note taking and reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. They seemed to think for a while, twirling their pen between their fingers before returning to the page.

Marie liked the way their hair sat prettily around their face, the way their shoulders tensed slightly or when they chewed absentmindedly on their pen.

She didn’t know what was so magnetic about this stranger; maybe it was nothing in particular.

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It was the day before last that Marie had chosen to peek at the stranger again, only tilting her head slightly and peering through her eyelashes. Her heart faltered though when she realized they had met her gaze. This caused her mouth to run dry and she felt a pang of panic rise in her stomach.

Their head tilted slightly to one side almost cat-like, the corners of their mouth twitching almost like a smile was threatening to break through. Marie silently cursed herself for being so nosy and decided to concentrate on her work, head ducking down. She almost dove head long into her latte in an attempt to seem busy, the cinnamon causing her to cough lamely as she inhaled it.

By the end of her study session (Marie had persevered, very bravely she thought) she had completed a few pages of work for her intro to Hero Ethics class. She blows on the pages from a short distance, hoping to hurry along the ink drying. The bell above the door chimes behind her and she flinches only to notice that the booth in the corner was now empty.

“Chai latte, extra cinnamon?” the server appears at her table, cradling a cup and saucer. Marie frowns with confusion, finger tips tapping her empty cup.

“I didn’t order anything, I’m sorry,” she says, to which the server shakes the head.

“It’s been paid for,” they say, gently setting it down. Marie freezes for a second at that before thanking the server. She tries to push away the butterflies in her stomach, giving the cafe one last scan before returning to her notes.

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“It must’ve been them!” Emma says loudly. Marie’s gives her a tight lipped expression in return, causing Emma to roll her eyes with a playful grin.

“You know I could introduce you,”

Marie almost gets whiplash from how quickly her head snaps up at that. “You know them?” she whispers, almost afraid of them hearing her from across the room.

Emma mumbles something incoherent, gesturing with her fingers.

“Vaguely,” Marie scoffs at that. Emma throws her a look of indignation. “I do!”.

Emma knew of them. She recognized their face from the rankings board, nearly tackling Marie when she told her about the 'mysterious booth stranger' with the unreadable demeanor.

Today, the stranger was hunched over their table with their head down. Marie assumed that they were writing something urgent, a paper perhaps. They had barely looked up, hand gliding over each page without stopping.

Marie hadn’t looked over hardly at all that day, bringing Emma along for a good distraction. Besides, the girl was always a good friend to have around. Unfortunately she also had a habit of never letting anything go. Marie swallows.

“Do you have a pen I can borrow?”

Marie’s trance is broken, the gentle cadence new and almost musical. It was the stranger from the booth. They were in their male form, expression controlled and brows knitted together. Marie couldn’t help but stare for a moment, mouth slightly ajar before Emma interjected.

“Marie has one, don’t you Marie?” Emma says, intentionally pushing her own pencil case toward Marie with the end of her pencil. The stranger looks to Emma for a moment before focusing back on Marie.

“Yeah?” they ask, their hip grazing the table as they step closer. Marie, finally snapping out of her momentary daze, pushes the pen in her hand toward them. Their eyes follow Marie’s movement, flitting between the pen and her face.

Marie gives them a tight lipped smile, inwardly urging them to leave. She can’t take the awkwardness she’s exuding. However the stranger suddenly smiles, a small lovely smile. She notices the dimples that appear as they smile wider and her pulse jumps at the sight.

“Thank you, Marie” they say, waving the pen as if to indicate they were taking it. They don’t move for a second, a moment of silence falling across the trio. Emma pretends to clear her throat, leaning across the table.

“And you are…” she asks, her face contorted comically as though she has a lot riding on the answer. Marie felt like she at least, did.

The stranger half smiles again, scratching the back of their head.

“Uhh, Jordan?”they offer, almost posing it as a question. Emma grins, clearly pleased with herself.

“Emma,” she says, using two thumbs to point at herself, “and this is Marie, obviously”

It’s then with a pang of embarrassment that Marie realises Jordan’s eyes haven’t left her face since Emma began talking.

Jordan nods at her and Marie wonders if they’re usually this shy. Emma coughs again as if to alert Marie, eyeing the two exasperatedly.

Jordan smiles again awkwardly, mumbling something about “seeing them around” and wonders off back to their table, pen in hand. Emma smacks her hands dramatically on the table to which Marie jumps. Emma expression screams “are you kidding me” as she jabs a finger at a retreating Jordan.

“Stop,” Marie hisses desperately. Jordan finds their way back to their table, leaning down to test the pen on a loose bit of paper. Presumably pleased, they sit back down. Marie wants to scream at herself. She rubs her face roughly, frustrated.

"Hero Ethics, right?" a voice calls. It's Jordan, leaning across their table with their textbook presented toward Marie. She can read it more clearly now and she realizes that Jordan must be the year above her, maybe even a senior.

Marie nods slowly. She blinks and Jordan's half way across the room already, rounding her table before she can utter an audible response. A folder in hand, Jordan offers it to her. "First year notes," they explain. With a shaky hand, Marie takes them. She smiles, her first proper smile in their presence and meets their gaze.

"Thanks," she says, trying to keep her voice steady. Jordan shrugs coolly.

"Least I can do, freshman".

// authors note: did someone say, slow burn?? I am fairly rusty at writing like this so this was a little daunting to start however I hope this reads well. If this does well, I'll begin writing a part two soon! <3 trust me the study partners will be partnering eventually.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 35:“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

Fandom:Gen V

Character: Jordan Li

Naughty or Nice

A/n: Shoulda been posted yesterday! But i have been to tired

It was nice, to get this moment of peace. Not to mention how cute you looked in their arms. Jordan presenting in their masculine form watched you sleep. And you were just too adorable to not take advantage of. Leaning in, they pressed their lips against yours for a moment only to pull away as they watched you wrinkle your nose.

Slowly blinking awake, you gave Jordan a sleepy smile as your fingers trailed across their cheek. "Hm good morning handsome."

"Hm handsome, I'll take that for now." They teased pulling you close to their chest. "But that remind's me."

Jordan paused as they continued to let their fingers down your back as they felt you nuzzle your face into your chest. “where is my Christmas kiss?”

Blinking, you let out a laugh shifting your body so you were not sitting on your hips. "Didn't you already kiss me?"

Jordan scoffed then rolled their eyes as they gave your hip's a squeeze. "That's different, I kissed you."

"Fine." Leaning down you let your lips brush theirs only to feel their body change. The hard muscle under your hand's was now soft under your finger tips.

Humming, Jordan squeezed your hips giving you another smile. "Again."

"Ugh so needy." Playfully squeezing their cheek's you gave them another kiss.

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 2.

part 3

a/n: i got so excited i decided to right a second part already. reader is referred to as cupid. 

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) implied sex, swearing, under age drinking, fluff, use of drugs, implied sexual assault

word count: 1,606

Your roommate is Ashley Carter. You two hit it off well, she’s been taking the Performing Arts courses. Although, you’ve suggested she might as well join Hero Management since she saved your ass last year. When your Student Rating skyrocketed after your fuck fest, she was right there beside you. Excited for you, and helped you point yourself in the right direction. She helped you find a marketing team, and read through contracts to make sure you weren’t getting scammed. It made sense, considering Ashley was taking some law classes on the side with her Performing Arts courses. 

Yet she loved the big screen, and it was made for her. Her power was that she could sparkle, like literally. Edward Cullen style, without the need for blood. She very much could blind the shit out of you or act as a disco ball. Anyhow, you two made the cutest insta posts together. Cupid and Glitter. 

Your name was called as you pulled a knee-high sock. You greeted your roommate as she flopped onto her bed. 

“Look at you,” you could hear the smile on her face. “You think you’ll get to be one of them? I can see it already,” she said.

You turned to your roommate and shook your head but you had a small smile on your face.

“I’d like to get to know them first,” you said, your heart sinking. You wouldn’t be used, not again. You put on the rest of your outfit and posed for Ashley. “What do you think,” you said. 

“Cuuuute,” she said, snapping a picture. 

“Thanks,” you winked. “What are your plans by the way?” you asked. 

“I think I’m gonna see Jen again,” she said. 

You grinned widely and your brows shot up. “You’re gonna find love before I do,” you said and her face started to get red. 

“Get out of here,” she waved you off. “Go see Andre,” she added. 

“Okay, but tomorrow. Drinks and stories,” you pointed at her and she nodded. 

…

It wasn’t till you got there, that you realized this was Dusty’s place. You’d gone to other house parties, but this place was a mad(crack)house. The shit that happened here, most of the time no one would remember by morning. Your stomach churned as you followed a group ahead of you. They opened the door and you were immediately hit with the smell of sweat and weed. The mad(fuck)house was booming with life. Dancing, snorting up cocaine, makeout sessions, and other crude shit happened right in front of your eyes. Someone bumped into you and you took that as a sign to move. 

You texted Andre, saying you’d made it inside. You licked the cherry gloss on your lips as you made your way around the house. You found the drinks and grabbed the first thing you saw. Your fingers trembled as you tried to get the top off. 

“Fuck,” you muttered in annoyance. The rancid smell of vomit hit your nose already. 

“Need help with that?” someone asked beside you. 

“Yeah actually,” you looked up with a sweet smile. Your blood went ice cold when you recognized the blonde you were looking at. Rufus, you’d heard rumors about him, they usually involved non-consent situations. A part of you told you to run, but you kept up the smile. Offering him the bottle and he cracked it open with ease. 

“Thank you,” you said and took a step around him.

“No problem,” he blocked your escape, putting a hand on the kitchen counter. “You’re Cupid right?” he asked. 

“The one and only,” you sipped your drink, “and you are?” you asked. 

“Rufus, sure you haven’t heard of me?” he asked with a slightly higher pitch. 

You pressed your lips together and knitted your brows together. You were picking at his ego on purpose, it’s what he deserved after all. 

“I think the name rings a bell, do we have a class together?” you asked. 

He laughed dryly, eyeing your tits now. Chills ran down your spine, fucking wanting to run. You were in his range, he could catch you the minute you turned around. 

He started to talk again, and your phone buzzed. 

“Sorry, give me a sec,” you said and you didn’t hear a response. 

Andre

10:03 pm

just got here, where are you?

You swallowed thickly as you typed away.

10:03

Kitchen, with Rufus. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you said with your fake smile. 

“No worries,” he stepped closer to you. Your nose scrunched up, overwhelmed by his cologne and alcohol breath. “What do you say, we go upstairs? I know you’re kinda on break, but c’mon,” he laughed, licking his lips. “I know you’re dying for some,” he finished his sentence. You would have gagged on the spot if not for the fact he thought you wanted this. He was giving you a choice, not mind fucking you yet. 

“I just got here,” you cracked a smile, “I wanna party a little first,” you said.

He did not like that. He stared at you, hungry for the parts of you that everyone knew about. You might as well have been naked, people openly talked about your body last year. Everyone knew about your magic touch. Rufus wanted more than a taste, and you were going to give it to him. Right to his crotch. 

Before your fist collided with anything, a hand wrapped around your hip. Your brows shot up and you looked over your shoulder. Andre pressed himself against you and smiled at you. 

“Sorry for making you wait,” he said, he gave your hip a gentle squeeze. “Rufus,” he said darkly, immediately Rufus cleared his throat. He backed the fuck up and eyed you then him. There were flashes of anger and fear between each glance. Then he muttered something before disappearing with a bottle of beer. 

You let out a breath of relief and blinked away the wetness in your eyes. 

“You okay? Did he do anything to you?” he asked, staring down the hallway Rufus had escaped with. You wondered if he hoped to have laser eyes at that very moment. You took in a breath and chugged the beer. 

“He didn’t, thanks to you,” you put down the bottle and grabbed a cold one. “Thank you,” you looked up at him and he nodded.

“It’s my fault if–” he said, and you shushed him. 

“Don’t. Nothing happened, it’s all good,” you smiled.

“Right,” he took in a sharp breath through his nose, “just stay with me. I’ll make sure he doesn't even fucking look at you,” he looked down at you. 

It was sweet, he got so pressed on your behalf. You could handle yourself, but sometimes you still needed saving. Though it wasn’t the first time you dealt with guys like Rufus, considering your last year in God U. Andre simmered down but hadn’t moved his hand the whole time. 

“Let’s party, yeah?” you said. “Didn’t you say your friends were here too?” you asked. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” his shoulders had dropped, and he gave you his iconic gorgeous smile. His hand finally slipped away, but you swear you saw his fingers flinch when he let go. You followed him, and he pointed to the group sitting outside. They were sitting on picnic chairs, around a foldable table. You immediately appreciated the fresh air, it was a bit cold making you close up your cardigan. 

There were a few people outside in the pool, some chilling outside of it. It wasn’t too noisy though. The table was filled with laughter as Andre and you took a seat. They’d saved an extra seat just for you. 

“Hey,” Cate greeted you first, then Luke did, and you received a nod from Jordan. “You two okay?” she asked with brows furrowed. Her big blue eyes twinkled because of the fairy lights, she looked like a Disney princess. One who looked so hot smoking a blunt before passing it to Luke.

“It’s fine.”

“Rufus was talking to her.”

You both blurted at the same time.

Your brow shot up and immediately the mood was killed. 

“Shit, did he do anything to you?” Luke immediately asked.

“No he didn’t, luckily Andre saved me,” you bumped shoulders with him. He gave you a small smile, but something told you he wasn’t going to let this go any time soon. Cate had gone quiet with a distant look in her eyes before lighting a new blunt. She handed it to you with a small smile. You dragged out the blunt and immediately melted into your chair. 

Time passed, and all of you discussed how classes were hard. You and Cate disagreed though. Andre needed saving before his grade dropped, so in between drinks. You’d offered to help him, tutor instead of giving him the answers. He seemed surprisingly excited by the idea, saying you should. His friends were rolling their eyes and grinning. 

You were so distracted with other shit, like how the sun umbrella looked like it was melting. Jordan had given you some good shit, and you’d cried to them. Saying how good this shit was, and how grateful they were your provider. They’d toppled over laughing in their fem form with you. You both eventually just couldn’t stop laughing next to the pool. 

Then you woke up in your bed. The drapes were open, causing you to groan. You fell out of bed and shut them immediately. Then you collapsed back onto your bed. You touched your jacket, realizing it wasn’t even yours. Then you sat up. 

“Holy shit,” you said. 

[dykepvppy]

cate Dunlap x transmasc reader if ur okay with that 🙈

WELL YES !

she takes care of you when you are healing after top surgery:3

Will literally give you kisses on your scars when they are healed or traces her fingers on your scars which you don’t mind

Telling you how much she is proud of you and telling you that she’s your only one :3

Buys your new boxers when yall fuck… the rough fucking and verbal fucking maybe soft fucking IS INSANE

Gives you praises :3

Will show you off because so everyone will know you are hers

[bnecaz]

I could fix her but I like her the way she is

[eternalslover]

REAL, SAME WITH MARIE

where are all the fics for andre anderson?? that man is so fine, hello???

[bumblesimagines]

Jordan Li

you didn't even give me a chance to talk to you the next morning.

i haven't been with anyone since.

can we just act like it never happened and carry on like normal?

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers, F!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Gen V warnings (none), uhhhhhh literally no warnings?, jordan being vulenrable, jordan being shit at talking about feelings pls get a therapist bby

After stuffing her notebook and textbook into her backpack, (Y/N) hooked her fingers around the strap and stood up from her seat, slinging the backpack over her shoulder and following her classmates as they shuffled out of the classroom. They piled into the slowly growing crowded hallway, bumping and brushing against each other as everyone made their way to their next class before the late bell could ring. (Y/N) managed to squeeze into a less crowded hallway, releasing a soft huff of air. 

"(Y/N), hey! Wait up!" She glanced back and spotted Jordan stepping out of the crowd with much less difficulty, the students parting as if Jordan were Moses. It was silly, in her opinion, how much others worshipped those in the Top Ten like they were royalty or gods walking the Earth. Half of the supes making up the list still needed help with simple subjects taught in normal human schools. 

"What's up, Li?" (Y/N) arched a brow when the supe caught up with her. "Is it about the project Brink gave me? I'm almost done with it, I swear. It needs a little tweaking but I'll be turning it in tomorrow." 

"No, no, it's not about that." Jordan dismissed, their fingers raking through their hair and brushing back black strands that'd slipped out of the slick-back hairstyle. (Y/N) hummed and looked forward again, checking the time on the clock ticking at the end of the hall and quickening her step. "It's, uhm.. I wanted to talk to you about last Friday? I know you were out of town over the weekend so I thought I'd catch up with you today."

Her brows furrowed. "Catch up about what exactly?" She asked, sparing them a glance before turning a sharp corner into a different hall. Her mind shuffled through the events of the past days until she got to Friday, trying to think back on what she did that day that would require a discussion with Jordan Li of all people. Sure, at the end of the day she'd hooked up with them, but that hardly needed a play-by-play chat. 

"Last... Friday?" Jordan blinked at her, their own brows dipping. "You didn't even give me a chance to talk to you the next morning. I mean, I've never seen that side of you, you know? I- I always thought you were like, a nerd or something. You're always so quiet and distant." 

"Riiight," (Y/N) drawled, her eyes squinting slightly at them. "You don't know me, Jordan. Of course, you didn't expect that from me, a complete and utter stranger. We literally only talk when Brink wants to set up a meeting about grades. Besides, there's nothing to talk about. You answered some questions, we had a beer or two, we had sex, and that's it."

"Yeah, but, it's never been like that for me before and I know you've never slept with someone like me."

(Y/N) snorted. "I've slept with plenty of douchebags, Jordan, but yes, you're right. I've never been with someone who can change their body. It was new and fun but there's really nothing to talk about." 

"I haven't been with anyone since."

"It's been two days since Friday."

"You know what I'm trying to say," Jordan groaned rather dramatically, sidestepping into her way and looking surprisingly nervous for the typical stone-faced, scowl-wearing, asshole everyone knew them as. (Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and conjured up a few excuses as to how she could possibly be late to her next class when it was so close to the last one. "I've never been with someone who wanted to sleep with me like that, alright? No one has ever asked me if I wanted to change midway through before. It's always they want to sleep with a just a dude or just a chick, never both. I... I don't know. It was new to me too." 

"So, we both tried something new that night. Great. I'm happy you got to experience that, and I'm sure you'll now feel comfortable asking your army of booty calls if they want to try it too. Now, can we just act like it never happened and carry on like normal? You can go back to being Brink's assistant and I'll go back to being the nightmare student whose questions and emails you have to answer every day." (Y/N) raised her hand to pat them on the shoulder and stepped around them, wincing when the late bell rang through the hallway. Jordan caught her arm, their jaw clenched and eyes downcast.

"I don't want to act like it never happened," Jordan admitted quietly, a soft tone she'd never heard them use before. "And I don't want things to go back to the way they were either."

[psychostxr]

𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢 | emotions

PAIRING. jordan li x gn! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.7k

WARNINGS. cursing, mentions of death, marie bashing (i'm sorry)

NOTES. i have also hopped on the jordan li train, and my god, i've never had a character chokehold me so tightly

Since Marie Moreau joined Godolkin University, everything has gone downhill. After the death of your friend Luke and the murder of your favorite professor, your life has gone through a ball of shit. You didn't want to blame Marie. The poor girl got caught up in Luke's drama — drama you didn't even know existed — she's just as traumatized as you are.

That's what you would've said before news spread around school that Marie and Andre were the ones that stopped Luke, not Jordan. Your partner who actually fought Luke while Marie ran at the first sign of danger. The thought of Marie frustrates you to no end, but you have other things to worry about, such as Jordan locking themself in their room since classes ended.

For as long as you've known Jordan, they've always been competitive. They climbed up the school's student ranks at Godolkin, beating almost anyone and everyone who tried to get in their way. They were one stop away from being first-ranked. But because of Marie and Andre's 'courageous act' of stopping Luke, they've been pushed up the ladder, while Jordan has to settle for fifth. It hurts to see Jordan so angry at the world and themself.

You knock gently on Jordan's door, hearing the muffled sounds of what you presume to be Marie's interview with Hailey Miller. The room goes quiet, and you wait a few moments for Jordan to open the door. But they don't.

"I know you're in there, Jordan." You turn the doorknob, rattling the door in your unsuccessful attempt to get in. You sigh and lean your head against the door. "Please open up, baby. I'm worried about you."

There's a moment of silence until the door cracks open. You take a step back, seeing Jordan's somber expression.

"Hey," you say, smiling softly. "Can I come in?"

Jordan hesitantly returns your smile. "Sure."

They open the door wider, allowing you to enter their dimly lit room. Their room is nothing from the usual, with clothes strewn over their couch and textbooks scattered on their desk. You pull your bag off your back, setting it down on Jordan's bed to retrieve your laptop and the takeout you bought from Vought A Burger.

"I was thinking we could maybe watch Property Brothers and have dinner together?" you suggest. "Or any other show if you want?"

Jordan shakes their head, their lips quirking upwards. "That sounds really nice, actually."

You pass Jordan the takeout, unsure if they've eaten anything since having lunch with you earlier today. You quickly set up the laptop on the coffee table before sitting on Jordan's bed.

Leaning against the headboard, you open your arms wide. "Come here."

Jordan doesn't hesitate, settling themselves in your waiting embrace. Their arms wrap around your torso, pulling them closer until their head finds a comfortable spot nestled against your stomach.

Feeling the weight of Jordan's emotions, you hold your partner close, your arms enveloping Jordan's shoulders. You softly kiss the crown of Jordan's head, your lips brushing against their ink-black hair.

"I'm sorry you're having a shitty day," you whisper, threading your fingers through their silky strands. "It's not fair."

"It's not your fault," Jordan says, sighing. "Shit happens."

"This school is shit," you explain, your anger spiking. "You've worked your fucking ass off to become second-ranked at Godolkin, but because of Marie and our asshole of a principal, you've lost your spot."

Jordan lifts their head to look at you. "It sounds like you're more upset than me."

"I'm sorry, it's just..." You shake your head before staring lovingly at Jordan. "I love you so much, Jordan. So much that I feel everything you feel. When you feel angry, I feel angry. When you're sad, I'm sad. So when you go through these obstacles in life, you aren't alone. I will always be there for you, baby."

Jordan crumbles at your words, and a small smile plays on their lips. They lift themself and lean towards you. Their lips press against yours gently before pulling away, leaving you no time to savour the kiss.

"I'm lucky to have you," they admit.

As you grin, you pull Jordan closer into another kiss. But this time, you can feel the intense emotions radiating off them, and you soak in the passion and love from Jordan's kiss. The rest of the night is spent in each other's arms, binge-watching Property Brothers and devouring greasy takeout.

© psychostxr — all rights reserved. please do not repost, copy, translate, or claim any of my works as your own.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

JORDAN LI loves your ass. No matter what gender they are at any given moment they describe themselves as an “ass guy.” Because “ass guy” has an energy, and there’s no contest between the two.

If she’s got a chance she’s smacking your ass to remind you she’s around, and that you let her do whatever to you whenever she wants to. Gives the underside a little pinch when she can afford it, kiss on one of the cheeks when she’s going in from behind with the strap, bite down on it to distract you when the length is too long and the girth is too thick.

He likes lap dances. He shifts his hips forward for you when you’re grinding down on his crotch, rolling your ass on him while he’s rolling his tongue between his lips. Make a big show of throwing his head back, blowing air out, biting down on the skin past his lower lip. “Baby…” he’ll exhale, all low in the voice you like. Later he’ll fuck you reverse cowgirl cos that’s his favorite position, big hands on your hips slamming you down onto his dick to watch your flesh ripple.

They want your ass grinding on them at parties, they want to knead on it when they’re making out with you, they wanna walk side-by-side with their hand in your back pocket like in that movie you showed them. When you’re straddling them on your mattress, you guide their hands down your waist to your thick backside stuffed in your little pajama shorts, and they clutch on and use that flesh to rock you back and forth on them until you cum all up in your pretty panties.

[serqphites]

thinking so hard abt overstim w victoria, being in her lap on ur sofa n js losing ur mind bouncing up and down on her strap thats js a lil toooo big

18+, mdni, overstim obvs, swearing, crying during sex, strap referred to as cock + dick, not proofread!

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victoria couldn’t pull her eyes off of you, those big brown eyes you love gazing up at you with such awe, a look of pure adoration evident in her expression. her view was immaculate. there you are sat in her lap just where you belong, mouth agape as long whines are drawn out from the back of your throat, your cheeks reddening (not the only cheeks reddening either) as she watches you try your best to push yourself further than you ever have before. and it’s all for her? how did she ever get so lucky.

“vic- s’too much” poor thing, you’d tried so hard to be good for her. tried so hard to keep your complaints to yourself as your gummy walls stretched and stretched further than you thought was humanly possible.

she tuts and shakes her head, one of her hands that had previously been glued to your hip now coming up to stroke the side of your neck, her hand resting just below your jaw as she brushes her thumb across the warm skin of your cheek. “you’re doing so good, c’mon be good for me just like you promised” god her words are so fucking gentle, it’s such a star contrast to what her dick is doing to you, practically touching your cervix.

you try your best to disagree with her. try so hard to tell her you don’t think you can do it. but the words crumble as they leave your throat, fading into a whimper that escalates into a cry. of pleasure? pain? victoria can’t tell. hell, you can’t tell.

tears begin to fall from your now open eyes as you look straight up, head rolling back with another elongated whine. “hey-” victoria’s grip on your neck tightens, her hand tugging your face down so she can look at her girl. it’s a sight for sore eyes, mascara staining your fucked out face. “i can stop, just say the word” her hips slow down, her strap thrusting into you at a much slower place. she’d be lying if she said you hadn’t spooked her a little. sure she knows you’d use your safe word if you really needed to, but she also knows that after an excruciatingly long day of listening to white men speak down on her, all you’re going to want to do is make your woman feel good.

letting out a shaky breath, you shake your head and lean forward into vicky, panting into her neck as you nuzzle close. she lets you go at your own pace, rolling your hips onto her girth and picking up your pace before you’re back to bouncing on her like your life depended on it.

“feel s’good vic- fillin’ me up with your- nnghhh” the claps of your ass against her bare thighs are enough to have victoria moaning your name by accident, it’s so quiet you actually miss it. but that’s probably just down to being so humiliatingly cock drunk on her.

pathetic noises fall from your lips as a placeholder for proper words, thank god your vicky always know exactly what you need. she nods wordlessly, her hands trailing down your body until she reaches your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before she’s pulling you down even deeper onto her with each bounce.

that does it for you, a loud cry of pleasure leaving your mouth through pants as you come undone for her, coating her strap with your cum. “gooood” her praises are stretched out (like you), her hands remaining on your ass while she helps you to roll your hips and ride out your high.

the aftercare you received after that was so good, you just couldn’t help from returning the favour by eating her out like a wild animal.

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anyways look how beautiful she is i’m acc soaked

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: it's been a while since I posted this idea but I am finally writing it. And ugh I am not happy with this 😩

Fem!Reader x which ever Jordan you like, i love them both so I couldn't pick.

It was known to everyone on campus who you were dating, Jordan made it known to anyone that approached a five mile radius from you. They were'r t blind, they could see how half the guy's looked at you. You'd even get a few looks from some of the girls too.

They didn't know why it bothered them so much, they knew you'd never leave them but sometimes that thought couldn't help but drift in their mind every once in a while. It was a concern they voiced to Marie though they never expected her to go to you with their insecurities. Their mind racing from what you might say but of course you didn't bat an eye, you just kissed their cheek then bounded off to your room to change.

Shaking their head, Jordan rubbed the back of their neck. They could still feel the warmth of your kiss on their cheek though they didn't have the chance to think it over as you rushed over to them with a bright smile on your face.

"Ready to go?"

Jordan gave you a teasing smile, their fingers clutching the edge of your dress they then pulled you in close. "We can stay here if you want. Make our own little show."

Rolling your eyes you returned the smile giving their cheek a playful pinch. "How about this, if you enjoy this walk down the path of lights with me then once we get back to our dorm then you can fuck all night long."

Tilting their head to the side, they licked their lips nodding their head. "I am holding you to that." Giving your hand a soft squeeze you two were off.

Smiling, you let your eyes rank over all the lights and though Jordan was smiling you can see some worry in their eyes. You knew what they must be thinking, why were you with them. Nibbling your lip you gave their hand a squeeze as you tugged Jordan to a smaller path of lights.

"You know Jordan, I don't want a lot for Christmas."You gave them a smile rocking on your heels.

"Oh?" Jordan gave you a teasing grin. "And prey tell me, what is this one thing you'd like?" They asked resting their head on yours.

Grinning, you playfully stuck your tongue out at them. "Well there is just one thing I need, annnnnd I don't really care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree."

Jordan chuckled shaking their head as they gave your hand a light squeeze. "Are you gonna get to the point." They teased.

Humming, you stood on your toes letting your lips brush theirs. "I will."

Giving them another kiss you pulled back then rested your head against their chest to listen to their steady heart beat. "I just want you for my own Jordan,More than you could ever know." You wanted to make sure they understood how much you loved them. That they were important to you. "So, will you make my wish come true? And be the only thing I want for Christmas?"

Jordan tensed then relaxed as they pulled you into their chest, a small laugh escaped their lips. Clearing out their throat they cupped your cheeks as they pulled you in for a kiss under the twinkling lights.

"I love you, you know that right?" They muttered agains't your lips before pulling away. "I will be more than happy to be your little present." They teased.

Sighing, you quickly hid your face into their chest, a smile on your face to hide the warmth. "Good." You muttered. It was a beautiful night, with all the lights are shining so brightly, children laughing as they rushed to each spot to look at the display.

But you did not care, because you had someone you love in your arms.

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Soldier Boy: "You know... you'd look good riding me." *Winks*

Y/N: "And you'd look great in a body bag."