Amazing

✨Amazing✨

Nosebleed

Request: hello! good morning/afternoon/night! I was wondering if I could request something from jordan li x fem!reader (established relationship), something like the reader is very very clingy and shy, she is stuck with them all day and it is very strange not to see them together, and Jordan becomes very soft only with her. Maybe Marie's reaction like she was surprised that someone like Jordan could be so soft. Obviously only if you feel comfortable!

AN: I realized when editing I missed some of the prompt but I did get an established relationship w soft Jordan in front of Marie. Still working in the 3k fic but I wanted to do something short and sweet.

CW: Nose bleeds and descriptions of blood, no beta

WC: 0.7k

The situation may feel claustrophobic but the spaced-out seating makes you feel comfortable. Jordan is sitting your your left, Marie to your right for some fun first-year elective about Voughts CEO - Ashley 101. You and Jordan are taking it as a GPA booster. 

To you, Marie is a bonus. You recognized her on the second day of class and called her over, offering a seat next to you. Seating was a free-for-all, especially with most people blowing off this class, but you like her company. It was nice to sit and talk with her before class started. Jordan didn’t feel the same way but kept their opinion to themselves.

“I heard Ashley and the director of the Dwan of the Seven had an affair,” you say, pulling your notebook out of your bag and a few pens. Jordan doesn’t respond past a noncommittal hum, but Marie is wide-eyed in fascination. 

“Emma’s mom told her that Ashley trying to make a documentary about her life,” Marie tells you. You cock your head to the side. 

“Emma’s your roommate right?” you ask. You've heard Merie talk about an Emma but you can’t figure out who she is. You feel Jordan subtly nudge your arm with your elbow, but you ignore them. 

“Yeah. She's in the Crimson Countess school of acting.” Marie says. 

“She’s in Counting.” Jordan pips up. You press your foot against theirs in a silent warning to leave Marie alone. 

Marie shifts in her seat slightly, eyes narrowing in slightly on yours. You can see her thinking, mind racing. What Jordan said is a dick move because no way a first-year would know specific Godolkin slang, it's not horrific. 

“You have a nosebleed.” She tells you, quickly and quietly. You touch your thumb to your nostril to check. Your thumb comes away clean, and you frown slightly. Twisting in your seat, you face Jordan, wanting them to examine your face. 

Hyperaware of your nose you can start to feel the blood slowly trickle down and out. You’re sure your eyes are wide in shock trying to stop the nosebleed by holding your finger up to stench the flow of blood. Your plan is failing, crimson liquid trickling down your finger. 

“Babe! Are you okay?” Jordan asks softly, not wanting to draw attention to you. The pet name and softness probably seem out of place to Marie. 

“I have tissues in the outer pocket of my bag,” you say, twisting your hand so your mouth is free you try to speak. Jordan's eyes flick from your face to behind your shoulder to Marie. 

You feel your bag be tugged by your feet but ignore it. Jordan pulls your arm away slowly, eyes narrowing in on your nose and lips. The bleeding has slowed but you still feel a small swell of blood hit your lips. 

The pack of tissues slides in front of you to Jordan. They take one from the crinkling packet and press it against your nose. With their free hand, they manoeuvre yours to hold the tissue in place. 

Gently, they place their hand on your chin, tilting your face up. You frown at the coppery taste now in the back of your throat and the warm sensation there. 

“You tilt down for a nosebleed.” Marie corrects. Out of the three of you, she would have the most experience you assume. Jordan follows through, hand now on the back of your neck tipping your face forwards, allowing the blood to flow out of your nose easier. You try to wipe the blood of off your lips with a clean tissue. 

“Thanks, Marie.” You say kindly, sneaking a peak at her under Jordan’s hold. She nods and flashes you a tight smile. You worry it's because she thinks you’re weirded out that she told you you’re bleeding. But then you see her eyes dart to Jordan and that makes more sense. You forgot Jordan in public varies from the Jordan you get to see.  

“Thanks, Jord.” You move your head back to Jordan, angle funny as you’re looking up from where they’re holding you. Under the desk, you feel their fingers twisting around yours, squeezing in a silent you’re welcome. 

Uhm, yes ? I'm eating this up !

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

SYNOPSIS: Recent Graduate Jordan Li's first job is to watch over a new patient, Y/N Y/L/N. little did they know that they'd be doing more than just watching. WORD COUNT: 656 // WARNING(S): Protective!Jordan, Intern!Jordan, Evil!Professor Brink, Mention of Sam, Trapped Reader, Dark!Jordan, Supe!Reader //Jordan Li x Reader // // Based on the Show Gen V // SERIES MASTERLIST // GEN V MASTERLIST

🏷️ TAGS: @hasanabisbookie @dabraatmya ⟡GIF CREDS: @ayoedebiris & @vanderrwaals

In the depths of Godolkin University's subterranean facility, Y/N was held in isolation. For a year, she had been confined to this clandestine laboratory, her extraordinary powers deemed too dangerous by Vaught. Her gift, a byproduct of Compound V, allowed her to instantly heal anyone with a single touch. But the darker side of her abilities had not escaped the attention of her captors - she could also inflict harm with a touch. It was the latter that had consigned her to this shadowy realm beneath her college campus.

The isolation was maddening, and Y/N's only solace was the occasional conversations she had through the ventilation system with her neighbor, Sam. Their voices carried through the air ducts, their connection born out of shared desperation and loneliness. But everything changed when Jordan Li arrived at the facility.

Jordan, a recent graduate, was beginning their first day as an intern in the facility under the supervision of Professor Brinks. Professor Brinks and his associate, Dean Indira Shetty, had hatched a plan to use Jordan's unique abilities to manipulate and befriend Y/N. Jordan had the extraordinary power to shift between genders, a trait that Professor Brinks saw as a valuable asset in their mission to infiltrate Y/N's world.

On the day of their first meeting, Jordan had transformed into their female form. As she sat in their cell, Y/N heard a new voice through the vents. "Hey," the soft voice said, "I'm your new neighbor. I'm Jordan."

Y/N had been longing for human contact for so long that the sound of another person's voice sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. "I'm Y/N," she replied cautiously, "Nice to meet you, Jordan."

They talked for hours that day, sharing their stories, fears, and hopes through the cold, metal ducts that separated them. Jordan, in their guise, was gentle and understanding, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of connection. They made each other laugh, and it was as if a small beam of light had pierced the darkness of their lives.

As the day turned into night, Y/N finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep. Unbeknownst to her, that was the moment Jordan used their power to shift once more. Jordans male form entered y/n's room slightly waking her up from her slumber, introducing themself as "J" when the morning light filtered into her cell. This dual identity allowed Jordan to be both a patient and a caregiver, observing Y/N from different angles to see who she would trust more.

Over time, J began to spend more time with Y/N, offering comfort and companionship. They played games, shared secrets, and discussed their dreams. Y/N was drawn to J's kindness and found herself confiding in them more and more. It was the perfect setup for Professor Brinks and Shetty's plan.

But as time passed, something unexpected happened. Jordan, now completely immersed in Y/N's world, became obsessed with her. They wrote about her in their room, detailing every conversation and shared moment. They collected photos of her and discreetly placed them throughout their small living space, creating a shrine to the girl they were meant to manipulate.

Y/N remained blissfully unaware of Jordan's dual nature and the sinister purpose behind their presence in her life. She believed she had found a friend in this underground abyss, a beacon of hope in the darkness. And as for Jordan, they teetered on the edge of obsession and guilt, torn between their orders and the genuine connection they had formed with Y/N.

The stage was set for a twisted and complicated tale of manipulation, friendship, and the struggle between a captive with incredible powers and a captive with a fractured sense of self. In the depths of the facility, two souls, one captive, and one captor, were drawn inexorably together, each harboring secrets that could change everything.

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Damn, that's good content

I don't really know how to do this but;

Jordan Li x reader where the reader has powers kinda like Quake from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and they've been academic rivals since reader arrived at GodU so when Jordan has to fight Golden Boy reader actually helps them and doesn't run when Jordan tells them to ("you don't own me" etc) and that gets them closer and ya know ;)

Sorry if I messed anything up, I'm not used to making requests!

𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞

pairing: jordan li x fem reader

warnings: fighting?, ass grabbing, ass play (just a little) 18+ (obviously heh), naked ass luke, fire, vulgar language

a/n: i haven’t written fanfic in a while so bare with me, hopefully you enjoyed this :) i can do a part 2 if you’d like 👍

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You walk down the hallway of GodU, hands trailing— grazing the walls. With one headphone in your ear, other hanging down, you hear voices near. Lifting up your head, you gasp at the sight of a naked Luke.

Pulling your headphones out, you drop it to the floor. “What the hell is going on?” You yell, your voice pitching higher as you slowly walk towards Luke and Jordan. “I don’t want any trouble, so what the hell is happening?”

“Go,” Jordan seethes, turning in your direction. “Y/n, leave. You don’t need to be here.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn towards Luke. His lips protruding, fists balled, really to pounce at any given moment.

Jordan groans.

“You’re in on it too.” Luke breathes out.

Your face twists, looking towards Jordan for answers, but they shake their head. “Luke what the fuck is going on?” Moving closer to Jordan, you stick your hand out near your side. You crack your fingers one by one.

“Move!” Luke yells.

Jordan tilts their head to side, pushing their arm to throw you across the hallway with their palm. You groan, hitting your back against the wall as Luke’s fire emerges, far from where you were landing. You clench your jaw, pushing up from the floor as you hear their grunting.

You breathe in, standing— letting your power surge through your body. Teeth grinding against each other, tousled hair seeping into your mouth, you run. Your palms facing outwards, releasing a big blast of energy towards Luke who seemed to get right back up.

Jordan grunts, hands on their knees.

“Fuck,” They clench their jaw, moving in front of you. “Thought I told you to Go.”

You smirk, slowly lifting up your palms. “You should know me well enough to know I don’t run.”

Luke blazes fire from around him, aura leaping close enough to make you feel a slight burn. You grunt, hands pushed back from the glory—scorch on your palm. You stand back watching as Jordan transforms. Luke strikes, grabbing Jordan and swinging them to shatter glass.

Taking a few steps back, you watch as Luke stalks towards you.

“Step the fuck back, Luke.”

“I can’t do that.”

Jordan stands back up. “Luke!”

You gasp, Jordan swings their body to land on top of Luke. Watching them fist fight each other, fire trailing, and Jordan constantly transforming each take.

Your breathing becomes shallow. Touching your chest, you huff as your vision dissipates. Slumping to the ground, you watch as Jordan tries to ease down Luke. But, he was blinded by rage, picking up his friend to choke them against the wall. You cry out.

Shifting your body, you slow down your breathing.

Feeling the energy come back to your body each step, each movement you carry yourself from the floor. Trying to move your legs, but the feeling came back slow.

“Luke!” You tell. “Come and get me.”

You heave, lifting your palms up to blast a large quake towards him, lodging him out of the GodU entrance.

Once Luke is outside, you rush over to Jordan.

“Hey,” You laugh out. “He really fucked you up didn’t he?”

Jordan chuckles.

“Yeah, it’s not like I punched him in the dick or anything.”

You hum, grabbing their hand to lift both of you up. “Oh yeah? Teach me how to destroy dicks with my powers, and I’d suck yours.”

Their eyes widen, dimple peeking through their cheeks while they hide their smile.

“I can do that you know,” Jordan sighs. “Not bad for being number two, eh?”

You roll your eyes.

“Enough about this fucking ranking bullshit,” You lean over them, your lips ghosting over theirs. “Fuck me like it’s just us. Please, would you?”

Jordan let’s out a long hum.

“We should go, then.” They whisper hearing all of the commotion going on outside.

-

The two of you reach the inside of your dorm room. Plopping down on your bed, you tap the spot next to you.

Jordan picks with their hands, shuffling feet to feet.

“What’s wrong?” You pout. “This isn’t some tactic for you to let your guard down. I don’t give a shit about the main spot anymore. I mean of course I care but,” you sigh. “I care about you too.”

“Really? Because I thought you hated me.”

You chuckle, getting up from the bed. “Maybe a little.” Biting your lip, you pull your arms around their neck, pecking Jordan on the lips— getting them to ease up.

They look down, chuckling.

“Okay, whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever?” You mock Jordan.

Jordan trails their hands down to your ass, squeezing once they’ve gotten their full. You sigh, pushing your lips around their lower lip to begin sucking. You can feel as Jordan begins pushing down your leggings, exposing your underwear-less ass to the air.

They trail kisses from your ear and down to your neck, hands pushing apart your ass cheeks over and over— never wanting to stop.

“I bet I can make you cum in five minutes.”

You slap their chest.

“Still thinking like you’re on top.”

“I can be if you like that.”

Grabbing Jordan’s hands from your ass, you smirk. “Cute of you to think I’ll let that happen. You don’t own me, remember?” With a giggle, you place your hand on their bulge. “But, I’ll let you try and take me.”

“Deal.”

Umh, yes please ?

Headcanons: Jordan Li with Streamer!fem reader

A/N: This character has a chokehold on me just like they do everyone else. Also, I don't claim to own this character nor the gifs, I just had this idea for a scenario.

Notes: 1116 word count and some swearing.

You never thought that your stream you started out of boredom during high school would take off but by the time you got to GOD U, you were always on the Top Ten Streamer list on V-TV.

 Your content ranged from wholesome gaming, collabs with other creators, and commentary on popular videos or media. Emma, Marie, Luke, Cate, and Andre had all been featured at least once but your oldest friend, Jordan, was hesitant.

“I don’t want a bunch of weird strangers knowing who I am,” they muttered when you tried to convince them to join for the millionth time.

You pouted, “Jordan, that’s what the mods are for. Anyway, it’s a risk you’re going to have to take as a supe anyway, right?” They were reluctant to admit you were right and after bribing them with Olive Garden, grumpily sat next to you as you set up your stream the following night.

“Try to look a little more enthusiastic,” you teased as you adjusted your cameras to frame you and Jordan well.

“It’s hard when I’m still hungover,” they griped. Despite their mood, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you clicked on the big green “start” button and sat down in your custom gaming chair.

“Hi everyone, welcome back! Today, I have a very special guest who taught me almost everything I know about gaming,” you chirped, pulling Jordan’s chair closer to your side. “This is Jordan.”

Almost immediately, your chat started going crazy. “Who’s the hot guy?” “That’s your friend???!!!” “I knew I should’ve tried harder to get into GOD U.”

Jordan’s eyes widened at the response, and they sat up a little straighter and waved. “Hi everyone and yes, I am Y/N’s friend, and I did teach her everything she knows about gaming.” You elbowed them in the side playfully. “Not true!” “Before me, she didn’t even know what T-posing was.”

You playfully smacked their arm and shook your head. “Shut up. Anyway, tonight I am wearing my cozy sweatshirt because it is spooky season and to celebrate, we will be playing Outlast and Jordan is here in case I faint from fear and emotional support.” Jordan snorted, “You’re playing Outlast when you couldn’t finish FNAF?”

The night was filled with screaming and panic from you while Jordan mostly laughed at your pain and tried to give directions.

“Go left! No, the other left!” They shouted. “I panicked!”

Throughout the gameplay, the chat was bombarding you both with comments and donations. “Cherrypickednightmare gifted 50 subs and said, ‘Please give Jordan their cut’,” Jordan read. “Thank you for the subs! What cut? This is my channel, Jordan is a guest. They are here as a friend,” you said without taking your eyes off the screen.

“I don’t think you did this well with anyone else on the channel, I think I should be compensated,” Jordan teased. “Your pay is my friendship and potentially more Olive Garden.”

With that statement, your subscribers sent more “gifts” and subs as you continued playing. “Mikeysleftfoot said, ‘For the Olive Garden fund,” Jordan chuckled. “Yes, chat, for only 9.99 a day, you can provide Jordan with a week’s worth of Olive Garden even though they only eat the breadsticks, but someone needs to order something so no one gets kicked out,” you teased in a fake serious voice.

Jordan seemed to have too much fun interacting with chat while you were avoiding being attacked by zombified asylum patients. “WHY DID I COME INTO THIS HOSPITAL ALONE WITHOUT A WEAPON? I’M A JOURNALIST AND NO ONE KNOWS I’M HERE!” you screamed while frantically trying to get your character to run away from the giant patient. “Y/N, Viledeeds87 wants to know how we met.”

“NOT NOW!” But you died in-game seconds later and huffed. “We met in kindergarten,” you stated. “No, preschool.” You burst out laughing, “My bad, I lumped the years together. We were on the playground, I got a splinter from the swing set, and Jordan walked me to the nurse’s office.” “I’ve been looking out for her clumsy ass since.”

After that night, your friendship with Jordan and Jordan themselves became a hot topic on your channel. “Someone said, ‘Why is Jordan so daddy?’ Relax, chat, or else I will not bring them back on the channel. Their head’s gonna get too big from your thirst,” you joked.  

Surprisingly, Jordan loved the attention, especially the reactions they could get out of you because of the attention.

“I should write up a contract to make sure I’m getting my proper royalties,” Jordan suggested mindlessly during a study session.  “You know I have a team of lawyers, right?” “Scared they’ll agree with me?”

But when your merch collection came out, Jordan was the first to model and post about it on social media. Their appearances on the channel were regular and fueled more engagement on your streams, which your management loved.

Your other friends offline couldn’t help but comment on it either, with Andre only being a little jealous of the attention Jordan got while Luke and Cate couldn’t be more supportive.

Emma and Marie proudly shipped you and Jordan. “You’re so cute together, I mean, it’s giving frenemies and will-they-won’t-they at the same time!” Emma insisted. “No way, there’s nothing there. Jordan’s my best friend and it makes sense that we would have decent chemistry.” “I may not be super experienced in this area but, they do not look at you like a friend, on stream and off,” Marie commented.

You thought your younger friends were nuts. If there was anything between you and Jordan, you would be the first to know. Sure, you occasionally got butterflies around them when they smiled in either form and you regularly bought things or sent them pictures of something that reminded you of them. But all best friends do that, right?

Then one night, when you should’ve been studying, you were scrolling on social media when you stumbled across fan compilation videos of you and Jordan. While a lot of them were funny, a few of them were on the shipping side.

For the first time, you saw how Jordan’s big brown eyes softened when you weren’t looking at them and how they were so quick to pull you in their lap when you tried to storm off in a rage-quit. Was this how they always acted around you?

As you raked your brain, you began to remember several moments where Jordan acted a little more than a friend to you but at the time, you brushed it off. Did this mean they liked you? Did this mean it was finally okay for you to admit how you feel?

Then Jordan being like "Marie seemed so freaked out, waking up to me in fem form", not going on Tiktok and finding footage of them making out like their lives depend on it. Like the both of them didn't come up for air once in that freaking video.

Babe, Jordan, my love, be consistent in your words 😂

“You don’t even have an insta.” So unserious 😭

I legit cried real tears because I'll never have them in real life.

I can't stop thinking about Jordan's big cow eyes, imagine the way they look at you as they're eating you out, they'll do it just to tease you..

Or maybe you are on top and they would say something like "Eyes on me pretty girl"

what if i go insane !!

biting my fist at the thought of big puppy eyes watching your every reaction as they lick through your folds to get to your wet slit. the moment it gets too much for you and you close your eyes or turn your head, they pull back and say "look at me." and how can you say no? even if the sight is so overwhelming it makes tears prick your eyes you dont look away from them again. eyes pinned by them as they kiss and suck on your little clit, bump their nose into it as they move lower to tongue fuck your wet hole. hands gripping your ass to pull you closer to feed themselves your cunt, because they know how to gorge on a proper meal and the meal between your legs is their favorite one to sit down for. they never stop at you coming once, they need it twice at least, prompt "you can give me another. you're going to give me another." kisses your inner thigh - trembling - when they feel you soak their fingers pumping sticky and wet into your gushing cunt. "such a good girl. you're so fucking pretty, baby."