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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 😭

Huuuum, someone give me a Jordan Li please ? I genuinely couldn't stop smiling like an idiot if I heard them say that about me

in your head, on your mind // Jordan Li x Reader, Part 1

i know i haven't posted in like a year, and this is a huge shift from my usual writing, but i cannot express how jordan li has captured my heart and soul. this is definitely going to be a good number of parts, and will also definitely have some smut in there.

word count: 1912

The Lamplighter School of Crimefighting is your home away from home on the GodU campus. Being Professor Caldwin’s TA is almost a full-time job, and in addition to classes and training and homework, most days you are in Caldwin’s office more than your own dorm room. Not that you mind, really. It’s the sort of job that will really set you up later in life - Caldwin knows everyone - and anything is better than listening to your roommate try and go viral on TikTok for the 30,000th time. And Caldwin’s a nice guy, in his own way.

“L/N.” The gruff call from his actual office resounds over the little foyer your desk sits in. 

Scooting back from your seat, you get up and walk the few steps between your desk and the doorway, hovering at the frame. “Professor?”

Caldwin sits at his own desk - a big, antique wooden thing that’s probably older than anything else in this building - hunched over in front of a desktop computer that’s far too sleek looking for the desk it sits on. Frustration radiates out from him like rays of the sun. Stupid fucking computer… swear they make these things difficult for people my age on purpose… snippets of his thoughts play in your mind without prompting - your superpower passively picking up his most prominent feelings. Of course, if you wanted, you could really focus and read his mind fully (even talk to him telepathically), but that was a boundary you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t cross. He is your professor - and boss - after all. 

Peering over the top of his glasses, Caldwin blinks at you, gathering a stack of papers to his left. “Bring these over to Brink, will you? If he’s busy you can just leave them with his TA, it’s nothing classified.”

You step into his Caldwin’s office fully, and take the stack of papers from him. It’s a hefty thing, so you tuck it under your arm. “Will do.”

“And while you’re out and about, get me another cup of coffee from the staff room. Two sugars-”

“Two sugars, two pumps of hazelnut, one splash of cream.” You say, already heading out the door. You’ve had his coffee order down since he hired you at the beginning of your sophomore year. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Thank you.” Gonna take a hammer to this stupid fucking-

His thoughts cut off abruptly as you walk out of range, heading into the halls of the Crimefighting building. Students fill the space, coming and going from classes, sitting in the chairs near the floor to ceiling windows busy on their laptops, loitering around as they chat with their friends. You purposefully focus on your own goal - Brink’s office, and then the staff break room to make Caldwin another coffee - to force the cacophony of thoughts down. The audible chatter, in addition to the telepathic noise, would have been enough to make you scream a few years ago, but classes at GodU have lived up to your expectations - they’re hard, but worth it, to get your power under control.

Brink’s office is across the building from Caldwin’s, a more luxurious room with lots of natural light and a good view of the campus green. You’d only really ever been in there on Caldwin’s instructions - Brink had only been your professor once, your freshman year, and you’d been too scared of his reputation to actually go to his office hours. Still, it was easy to find, and when you tried the door, it was open. 

The foyer of Brink’s office is much larger than the space in Caldwin’s and you find yourself a little jealous - it would be nice to sit at a desk here. You look first to the doors leading into his actual office, and find them closed. You turn to the figure sitting at the desk, and ask, “Is Brink busy right now? I have papers from Caldwin for him.”

The girl at the desk - pretty, with stark black hair that just reached her jaw and big brown doe eyes - just stares at you for a moment before responding. “Yeah, he’s on a call, actually.” Her voice is smooth, a little deep, and not what you expected at all. 

“Oh, alright, I can just-” You start, only to be interrupted by a wave of lust.

Goddamn. Smash. The things I wouldn’t do to get between those legs… wow. Those legs. How have I not run into YOU before? I mean really, surely I would have noticed the hottest person alive on campus - especially here, in my goddamn department. Fuck. 

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that. You balk. “Um. Sorry. Yeah, it’s not anything classified so Caldwin said I could just leave it with you,” You untuck the stack from under your arm and pass it towards Brink’s TA. Her fingers brush over yours as she takes it, and for a split second, you can feel just how much you were affecting her - the wave of horniness hit you like a bus. The feeling lingers as you take your hand away, and you’re unable to tell if it’s leftover from her or your own reaction. Maybe a bit of both. 

She sets the papers down on her desk beside her without looking, too busy smiling at you. “I’m Jordan, by the way.” She says. “I take it your Caldwin’s TA?”

“Yeah.” You say. “Y/N.”

Y/N. That’s a nice name. Very screamable. 

You fight the urge to do anything but smile. Just looking at her, you would have never guessed such wanton thoughts would come from such a tiny girl, but never judge a book by its cover, right?

“Nice to meet you Jordan.” You continue, careful to keep your voice steady, even. Casual. Not like you can hear every piece of want cross her mind. 

I bet you’d sound good screaming my name. I need to stop - I don’t even know you. I need to get laid, my god. Down tremendous and I JUST learned your name. 

The image of you and Jordan together - tangled up in unfamiliar bedsheets, Jordan’s mouth latched onto your neck as you moaned in pleasure - crosses Jordan’s mind, and yours by extent. For, as she said, having just met you, it was a surprisingly good imaginary version of yourself. Though, she is looking right at you. It would be hard to get any details wrong when you were standing right there. 

Would you let me? Maybe if I was in the other form-

Before you had time to wonder what that meant, she’s changing before your eyes, rearranging skin and bone until an entirely different person is sitting at the desk. A man - taller, broader, but just as pretty and with the same big brown eyes. Your surprise must have shown on your face, because Jordan laughs, a smile stretching across their face. 

“Sorry.” They say, leaning forward to rest their elbows against the desk. “It’s just that I have two faces, so I didn’t want you to get confused if some random dude was waving at you cause I forgot you only met me as a girl.”

“That’s a pretty cool power.” You say, and then, with your mind, “And a pretty good reason to show it off. I mean, for something you came up with on the fly anyway.”

You watch their eyes widen as they realize that you’re in their head, and then their cheeks flush red as they remember what they were thinking about not moments before. “So you’ve just been hearing-?”

“Yeah.” You say..

“I am so sorry-” They start, shifting back into their female form. 

“No, it’s okay.” You say, a laugh on the edge of your lips. “I promise it’s fine, I mean, you didn’t know I was listening in and it’s your thoughts you can’t like, help it. And it’s not the first time-”

I bet, looking like that. Fuck. Pretend I didn’t think that. I’m sorry. Jordan buries their head in their hands with a groan. “Sorry.”

You let out a full laugh at that. “It’s okay, I promise. Please don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s fine. It’s flattering, if anything. I mean, you’re pretty good looking yourself. Not that you’re only hot, I mean - I’m sure you’re nice too.” You pause. “That came out a little wrong.”

Jordan smiles. “It’s okay. I mean, you basically get a free pass to do whatever you want to be since I’ve been…” They trail off. In their mind, …objectifying you. I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me anyway, but… fuck. Sorry.

You smile again. “It’s okay. Promise.” You lean forward across the desk a little, getting closer without getting too close - you have just met after all. The smell of smokey cologne fills your nose, and causes more butterflies to swirl in your stomach. They really are hot. “You wanna know a secret?”

Jordan leans in too. “Sure.”

“Most guys, when they figure out that I can hear them lusting after me, aren't even apologetic.” You say. “So it’s sweet that you are. Charming, even.” It’s true - which is why you don’t usually bother playing into people’s lustful thoughts, but Jordan… 

Okay. Okay, it’s not a big deal, it’s fine. “Would you want to hang out?” Jordan says, a little rushed, like they’d been waiting for an opportunity. “Sometime? We could train, or something…” Please say yes. You don’t have to say yes. I really want you to though.

You think about it for a moment. You don't usually say yes to these kinds of questions, especially after hearing the person's ulterior motives, but… Jordan seems nice, nice enough to genuinely feel bad about their thoughts once they realized you could hear them. And they are hot, objectively, in both forms. 

“Yeah, I’d be down to hang out.” You say, reaching into the pocket of your jeans to pull out your phone. “Can I-?”

“Yes. Yeah.” Jordan pulls their own phone out clumsily, handing it to you. 

You put your number in with a smile, and take the liberty to add a little emoji heart at the end of your name before you hand it back to them. “Should I text you, or are you going to text me?”

I don’t think I could stop myself if I tried. “I’ll text you.” Jordan says, glancing down at their phone. “A heart?”

“You don’t think so?”

No, no. No it’s great, I'm never going to change it. “A little fast, no?” They say. 

You smile, and inject your voice into their head. Liar. I’ll see you later Jordan. 

Before they can say anything else, you turn and leave, throwing one last glance at them over your shoulder. They don’t even try to pretend that they aren’t staring. 

Butterflies swarm your stomach as you make your way back through the halls. You can’t remember the last time being in someone’s head made you like them more rather than less, but Jordan… sweet, apologetic Jordan. It’s exciting, in a way, knowing what they were thinking about you, and knowing that despite the fact that you know, they still want to hang out. You check your phone, even though it’s not even been a minute since you left. Sure enough, a text-

what are you doing tmrw from like 2-4

You type out your reply: hanging out w u probably

You almost forget to get Caldwin’s coffee on the way back. 

This is heavenly good for my delulu ass to imagine about

Just imaginging Jordan going down on you for the first time, them getting all giggly and excited, and you can't help but snort at the stupid jokes they make to try and take the edge off any nerves you have.

Them pressing their forehead against yours, softly asking if it's okay to kiss your mouth. And when you say yes, they start trailing heated kisses down your jawline, descend past your neck and their strong hands slide beneath your shirt to feel your warm stomach. They look at you with the biggest, most beautiful puppy eyes as they continue to suck and bite and lick at the marks they've left on your torso and chest.

Once jordan gets past your naval, you find yourself shifting underneath them, legs on either side of their waist as they lay down between your legs. They take your hands in theirs, interlocking your fingers between their own, asking if you want their tongue on that pretty pussy.

By god, you absolutely do. And you can't help but shudder when Jordan helps you out of your jeans, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, teeth gently nipping your skin that causes a low whine to come out of you. Jordan's tongue coaxes the most beautiful sounds from you, and they're a helluva sight as they're splayed on their stomach beneath you- the way your cum smears their lips n they feel you throb in their mouth, how your whimpers escalate to wanton, intoxicating moans once they flick their tongue up and down, broad strokes pressing against your skin that make you fist their hair as your hips buck harder into their face.

Jordan is spurred on by your whining, begging, pleading to cum. And they'll never leave you until you're satisfied, they just like hearing your voice get desperate and breathless when they get up to kiss you while sliding a finger into your hole n groan at the way you clench around them, fit around them so good like you were made for them. Jordan plays around with the pace, alternating between slow strokes and rough thrusts of their digits scissoring in and out of your heat, their tongue swirling and kissing your thighs where they're sticky and sucking harder n faster til you arch into them.

they'll come up with a wild grin on their face, their glossy lips spreading from ear to ear. And you'll take them by surprise when you flip yourselves around, Jordan's eyes widening when they find you straddling their legs, grinding harder into their lap so they can feel you throb n see wet patches of your slick grow larger on their clothes.

They sure as hell aren't complaining as you continue to kiss them til they bruise, their hands tangling themselves in your hair while another snakes downward to grab at your ass.

Bro for real though, Jordan is the drama in here, Jordan's the tea, the rumor, the tragedy, marry me Jordan Li 😍

Jordan is soooo insecure fwb who caught feelings core theyd probably confess with a cliche “I love you” mid sex

deep missionary hips pushing you into the bed as it rocks lips mouthing at your sweaty neck hands pinning yours down to the sheets and they choke it out mid stroke as they're coming inside you, voice all cracked and teary.

next day they won't make eye contact n wont bring it up all 'they dont feel the same and i need to pull away before they break my heart' meanwhile you've been in love w them this whole time and are very confused by the whole situation.

Uh, yes ? I am in need of their hands on me. That shouldn't be allowed.

tribbing w jordan 🫶 them on top, holding your legs apart so they can grind their hot little cunt against yours. clits kissing. n they're telling you how pretty you look under them, their sweet girl, how good you're being for them letting them fuck you into the mattress. "you feel so good, baby. s'that pretty little pussy gonna cum for me?" leaning forward a little so they can wrap one hand around your throat, "let me feel it. make it messy for us so i can fuck you harder."

I would become the most hardworking person if Jordan promised me something like that in return, I would ace my papers even more 😂

Homework sex w/ jordan 👀

Jordan thrusting into you while you're seated in their lap, trying to finish your homework. Them telling you to "focus, baby . . . Can't have you failing because you love my dick so much. My smart girl can do a lot better than that if she can concentrate, right?"

But you keep getting distracted as their dick is buried in your wet little cunt, can't help but start chewing your lip when Jordan nips at the back of your neck, and you groan when they slowly rock their hips so they can fuck you deeper. Your arms reach back to wrap around Jordan's neck as they kiss you, their mouth moving down to suck on your collarbone as they motion for you to get off the chair.

"I guess homework could wait a bit . . ." Jordan grins as you jump into their arms, wrapping your legs around their waist and turning around so you land on their bed. You take in the scent of jordan's sheets and their cologne as they climb into your lap, dragging the tip along your pussy, sighing at the way it throbs feeling them slide up and down your glistening folds.

"Maybe if you can answer one last question . . . I might give you want you want," They say with a grin.

I volunteer as a tribute ❤️😍

God Jordan would be the best brat tamer. They'd make sure you can't walk properly for a good few days afterwards. Even more if they had to put you in your place after you pissed them off

they'll fuck you in a bathroom at a party so you have to walk out all shaky legged and rumpled ducking your head so you dont have to make eye contact with the guy you were flirting with earlier. jordan looks at them though, with a 'next time I'll fuck her in front of you' kind of glare as they walk you out.

Holy mother of God I'm feral

in your head, on your mind // Jordan Li x Reader, Part 2

the brainrot only increases day by day. i want to be them. i want to fuck them. i cannot decide which one of those options i want to do more. anyways, here's part 2. thanks for all the love and support on part 1!

word count: 1874

previous part // next part

You ended up texting with Jordan for most of the night, smiling and giggling to yourself as your roommates slept across the room, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. It was hard though - with every text you found yourself more and more enthralled with Jordan. Everything about them, their sense of humor, their obvious intelligence, the way that they blended flirting with casual conversation, just made you like them more. And the fact that you couldn’t read their thoughts over text only added to the experience. Made it authentic - what were they thinking about right now? You couldn’t know. It was intoxicating. 

Around three in the morning, when you were finally ready to pass out, you made plans to hit the gym together tomorrow. 

Which is why you loiter in front of the gym now, checking and re-checking your phone to see if they’ve texted you again. It’s 1:57, three minutes before you said you would meet up, though you’ve been waiting for at least five minutes more. Anxious. Excited. Thinking about them already. 

…be perfectly fine, you’ve got this. It’s not even like a real date or anything, you’re just hitting the gym. Casually. Casual. Okay. Oh, fuck okay. Wow. You look really good in workout gear.

You pick up on their thoughts before you see them, just as anxious and excited as your own. Turning, you smile as they come into view, today in their masculine form, dressed in a loose tank top and baggy sweatpants. “Hi Jordan.”

“Hi.” They say, a smile stretching across their lips. “You look nice.”

“You said.” You say. “Or, thought, rather.”

Right. You’re in my head now, shit. Different than text. “Still thought I should say it out loud.” They say with a shrug. 

“I appreciate it.” You say, and you do. It isn’t often that people take to repeating what they’re thinking in speech once they learn you can hear their thoughts. 

For a moment, the air is silent between the two of you and you simply look at each other. They really are pretty - you could fall into those chocolate eyes and never be able to find your way out. And their hair, you so desperately want to run your fingers through it, it looks so silky smooth. 

You smile as Jordan’s thoughts - much the same as your own - run through your head. You’re so fucking pretty its unreal. I can’t believe you said yes to hanging out. I can’t believe we spent all night texting each other - when was the last time I did that? Like highschool probably. I need to pump the breaks dude fuck. Sorry. I’m sorry. 

“You don’t have to apologize-” You start. 

“I know, it’s just- I’m not used to it yet.” They say, pulling open the door to the gym for you. 

You walk inside, hit by the smell of sweat and rubber and the metallic tang of blood all at once. The sounds of working out - machinery clanging, grunting, screams of pain, echo around the place mixing together with the generic pop music playing over the gym speakers. You hover near the entrance, waiting for Jordan to take the lead. 

“I, um, took the liberty of reserving a sparring room for us.” They say, voice raised a little over the din. “We don’t have to though - I mean, that’s just usually what I do to work out.” No pressure if you don’t want to touch me. I didn’t mean it like that - you already know. 

“Sparring’s fine, yeah.” You say. “Thanks for getting a room.”

“‘Course.” Jordan says, starting towards the back of the gym, where the sparring rooms are located. You follow in their wake, passing hordes of your sweaty peers, all focused on bettering themselves. It is easy to tune out the telepathic chatter when you are inclined to focus on Jordan anyway. 

It isn’t a far walk to the sparring rooms, and Jordan pulls open the door to room five, holding it open for you to walk in. Like the rest of the sparring rooms, it’s completely padded - ceiling and all - to minimize the amount of damage students would do to each other. A circle is drawn out on the center of the floor, a boundary to use for a more traditional match. You drop your gym bag near the door, and turn to Jordan. 

“So what rules do you usually go by?” You ask. 

“Hand to hand only, no powers if you can help it but I guess since you can’t really turn yours off don’t worry about that.” They say. “Uh, we can use the circle if you want but usually me and whoever I’m sparring with just go until someone’s pinned.”

“That sounds fine to me.” You say. “And since I can’t not use my powers, I think you should be able to use yours too. Just to be fair.”

Jordan purses their lips. I would throw you through these walls with my energy blasts. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You say. And then, planting your voice in their head, “I trust you to be gentle with me.”

Jordan’s cheeks tint red. “Okay.” They clear their throat, and set their own gym bag down. “Stretch first?”

You stretch together, working through most of the usual positions and then some that you hadn’t heard of before at Jordan’s prompting. Now, feeling nice and limber, you stand in the center of the room, across from Jordan, your fists raised in front of you, ready to strike. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Jordan raises their own fists, adjusting their stance. For a moment, everything is still. 

You know they’re going to move before they do it. 

Jordan lunges forward, but you’re already darting back, finely tuned into their thoughts, able to counter every move they make before they’ve even finished deciding to do it. When you’d first arrived at GodU, people had underestimated you, thinking your power couldn’t be practically applied in combat situations. How wrong they were. 

Yeah I figured as much. Jordan, unsurprised, changes forms, trying again to land a hit now in their more lithe female body. Still, you’re able to stay one step ahead, dodging the moment they begin to swing, darting back as soon as they lift their foot from the mat to kick at you. You take the opportunity to land a sharp hit on their side, right between two of their ribs, and then another in the center of their stomach. 

Damn, okay Y/N, packing a punch. Jordan groans, but doesn’t stop, instead doing their best to return the hits. You dart away again - keeping yourself one step ahead and an arm’s length away. 

It goes like that for a while - you, carefully in tune with Jordan’s every move, and Jordan, growing more and more frustrated as they fail time and time again to land a punch. It’s fun, listening to their thoughts grow more and more frantic, strategizing and re-strategizing ways to knock you off your guard, and you find yourself biting back a smile, not wanting to infuriate them further. You’re winning without a doubt, until-

Is this what it’s going to be like when we fuck?

Jordan’s thought throws you off your rhythm, and you falter, their fist breezing past your face as you barely move away in time. They grin, and you hear their voice in your head; what? I thought you were used to that sort of thing?

It’s true, you had told them that it happened more often than you liked to admit - and it did, but never in a situation like this. In a fight, most people were focused on well… the fight. Not…

God, your shoulders look so good in that shirt. You should get more shirts like that. I want to sink my teeth into your muscles. 

Jordan throws another punch, and you only narrowly dodge it again, doing your best to ignore the way they’re thinking about you. It’s hard though, when you’re so focused on their thoughts anyway to try and keep ahead of their punches. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

It all comes to a head when Jordan actually lands a hit on you because you were distracted by the image of you and them, pressed against the lockers of the locker room, making out with furious intensity. There was a quality to the thought that made you think it wasn’t the first time Jordan had conjured this image - but it was the sharp change in focus that actually made you falter. 

Jordan lands one hit, and then their hand wraps around your arm. Before you can wiggle free, they shift into their male form, grip tightening. I’m going to throw you to the floor. 

If it had been anyone else, the thought would have sparked fear. But instead, excitement swirls in your stomach. 

As gently as someone can throw someone else to the ground, Jordan flips you. You land on your back against the cushioned floor, the impact radiating through your whole body. Before you can scramble back to your feet, Jordan - still masculine and therefore immovable - pins you down, almost laying on top of you. 

“I win.” They say, lips only inches from yours. I could kiss you right now. Would you let me? You don’t have to. 

You press your lips together, fighting off a smile as you pretend to struggle in their grip. “Fine you win. What kind of prize do you want?”

“Don’t tempt me.” They say, eyes darkening as their pupils widen ever so slightly. Fuck. Do you mean that?

You smile, and wind your thoughts into theirs. You don’t get to fuck me - not yet anyway - but I’ll kiss you if you still want it. 

The second the thought registers, Jordan is pressing their lips to yours, roughly, hungrily, like they’ve been waiting. You know they’ve been waiting - you can feel it in their thoughts, in the way that they run a hand down your side like if they stop touching you you’ll disappear. As soon as you feel them let their guard down, you flip the both of you over, giving yourself a turn to hover over them. 

Their eyes widen as you break the kiss to start leaving little kisses along their jaw, working towards their neck. Oh fuck. You can’t- you said we can’t fuck right now, you cant start kissing me there- fuck. I can’t fight this boner-

They shift under you, reverting back into their female form. You take it in stride, still continuing your path to the sweet spot beneath their ear. You suck hard on the delicate skin once you land, and they groan deep in their throat, pushing their chest up against yours as their eyes roll into their head. You pull back to enjoy their reaction, and when they open their eyes again, you smile. 

“I wouldn’t have been offended by a boner, you didn’t have to switch to hide it.” You say. 

Jordan smiles. “Habit, sorry.” They pause. “Um.” I need to go home and jerk off. Like right now. Sorry. “We should do this again, sometime.”

You roll off of them, smiling as you plop down on the matted floor. “For sure.”

Okay but can we talk about Ghostfaces!Limoreau x reader where Marie and Jordan are obsessed with the reader and they kill every people who's ever hurt them.

It would end up in mind blowing threesomes.

I can take 2 Ghostfaces at a time (again not in a fight)

Thinking thoughts, I wanna shift for them now, I wanna dream about them every night...

Imagine Jordan switching from their delicate fem form fingers to their thick long masculine fingers, imagine how crazy they would make you, coming over and over and over again

they're so evil because you can feel the difference too. in their fem!form their fingers are soft and teasing as they pump them in and out, mouthing at your neck to suck marks into the skin. you'll be clenching and moaning, already close to that edge, your pussy spread and wet and leaking all over her fingers, the ring catching on your clit with every drive back inside your tight heat.

her voice low and hot near your ear sending tingles down your whole body, "you're so fucking hot like this - you're gonna cum for me, yeah? gonna give me what I want?"

it isn't till you tip over that edge, her thumb swiping over the swollen bud of your clit, that they shift forms. and you're already half gone, the immediate stretch of your hole around rougher, longer fingers, had your eyes rolling back. you hear their deep masculine chuckle ringing in your ears as your legs spasm around his hand. they're so much deeper now, his fingers, you can hear the wet squelch, the wet gush your cunt makes as his fingers go in and out, in and out, in and out. you have to clutch onto his forearm, shaking as you feel the muscles there under the skin, moving as he works his hand to break you apart.

"j - jordan!!"

"want one more - " a soft kiss to your jaw, lips trailing until you feel teeth tugging on your lobe. " - know you can do it, baby. for me."

Do we think Jordan has siblings ?

Because during episode 3, their dad was saying "You are my firstborn son", which implies that Jordan's not his only "son". If so, then Jordan has younger siblings. I wonder how they're placed in the family's problem of Jordan's parents not being accepting of their gender identity.

I personally feel like they would be accepting since it's been like that for a long time, if we're thinking about the fact Marie developing her powers at the time she got her period (so around probably 11/14 years old) is considered late. So Jordan has probably always been bigender to them, not just a boy.

Plus, can you imagine how Jordan would be with their siblings, like always hyping them up in whatever they're doing and supporting and validating them in a way that would make them feel more accepted that they were ?

I'm also thinking about how the sentence "You're my firstborn son" ticked in my head and made me think about the fact Jordan's family is probably very traditional about legacy. Like Firstborn son ? Who says that nowadays ? I think Jordan comes from a wealthy family, that's like passing the legacy from father to son, or something.

Or maybe I'm going too far on this one...

Just imagine :

A frat party mostly filled with freshmen just out of high school, Jordan's here for the free booze and drugs honestly, but then their eyes land on you, so fucking hot in that tight little outfit. You look so fucking innocent when you cough a bit at the taste of the drink your friend has given you.

In their masc form, he follows your moves as you then proceed to smoke weed for what totally seems to be the first time.

That's when the corruption kink really kicks in. Jordan wants you, wonders how you'd look with your pretty glossy lips parted as you moaned his name while he fucked you into oblivion. Thinks about your manicured nails raking against her back when she'd finger you until you saw god. The way you'd beg for them to stop for a bit because it's too much, you can't come anymore.

They want you without even having talked to you, and they're gonna get you...

You'll be screaming their name by the end of the night.

i have THOTS about Jordan and i feel like you would understand them the best so:

GOOD LORD imagine giving them head like properly putting in the effort and the time to give them the best head ever, and they keep stopping themselves from cumming every time they are close because this feels too fucking good so they are basically using your mouth to edge themselves, and at some point the pleasure is just so so much that- they shift form without realizing- and they stare down at you like oh shit i'm sorry but their eyes roll back when you don't bat an eye and just go back to it like nothing changed and the pleasure is too good that they just let it go and come in your mouth because you have been such a good girl letting them use you like that😩

alternatively it would also be kind of funny that you have to hold back a little laugh because depending on the situation your mouth gets suddenly really empty, your face kind of falls forward and your tongue is swirling around nothing?? you were sure there was something there before wtf? that- or you get suddenly and quite unexpectedly chocked and deep-throated by a big cock and okay let's be honest maybe you need a second to catch your breath as Jordan is spewing apologies above you

i will cry because they praise you so much when you eat them out, their good girl, letting them use you hhhh. letting them rub their pussy over your tongue and whining into them. they have a hand cupped around your neck, half to hold you in place, half so they can rub their fingers into your nape soothingly. feels so good to make them feel good and you look so pretty with your lips all puffy and abused and when you wrap your lips around their clit, their knees tremble and they get overwhelmed and the sight of you pulling that tight bud into your mouth, eyes hazy like you're in your own little world, pleased as punch to be serving them, it makes them want to fill your mouth up even more and that's when it happens - the shift.

suddenly your mouth is stretched and full and you pull back in shock, and jordans so apologetic, because they'd kinda done it without really thinking about it, sitting up to cup your face like they might have hurt you. you just smile because it was a suprise but not an unpleasant one, "you want my mouth still? on your cock?" and they shudder, you're so sweet, the sweetest girl really, always willing to please and they kinda wanna mess you up about it. just a little.

"yeah," they murmur, thumb stroking your lower lip, running over your tongue when it peeks out to give their thumb a lick, "wanna see you with your mouth full. you look so fucking good, baby."

your cunt throbs and you're more than happy to oblige, mouth dropping to sink over the cock you love to worship so much, filling you so full already. you moan around the thick intrusion, and jordan groans so deep it sends another jolt right to your clit, not helped by how they reach down to flutter their hand around your throat, ringed fingers feathering over the skin there, and you realize they're feeling where their cock fills you there when they press deep.

"shit." they grunt, spreading their thighs wider so they have a better view of you, both hands now coming up to cradle your head as they pump down your throat. face flushed and eyes dark and wild, "gonna cum -"

you take it all, of course. swallowing around their cock as they spill, drinking it all down. you barely have time to let them slip out before they've shifted again, and soft hands are pulling you up, feminine soft lips devouring your mouth. "god, you're so fucking hot - how are you so hot? jesus." yanking you under them till their necklace is glancing off your nose, then dangling above you as they grin down. "that princess cunt s'probably crying, huh? can't have that."

Okay, can we as a community agree that Jordan sings and plays the guitar ?

Because Derek and London's voices are gorgeous and I can't help but think about Jordan singing to their lover in both forms. Like maybe their partner is sick and can't sleep and they're singing them a lullaby and- arrrghh I'm melting at the fluffiness of the thoughts I'm having right now !!!

Holy shit what I wouldn't do to be in the middle but the vampires are Jordan Li, Marie Moreau and Emma Meyer...

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How is Marie so much taller than Jordan in fem form when Jaz is only 2 cm taller than London according to Google ? Is Jaz wearing heels or something ? Like Derek is 178cm, Jaz is 165cm and London is 163cm.

What is the deal ?

Okay, not that I care about Brink (I couldn't care less), but there's a STUDY ABROAD PROGRAM !? Where can the students go ? Is it just like in Canada and Mexico, or can they go to Europe ? That therefore means there are other universities like Godolkin in other countries, therefore, there are super heroes in every countries ? Like I need to watch the Boys entirely (yes I haven't) to know if it was told before or if it's a discovery.

Hear me out : study abroad student!Jordan Li x French reader

Like I'm French, so I could write something like that. I probably will eventually 😂

A very Jordan Li thing to do, real cock or strap, we don't really care, it'd be just as hot in both forms.

him holding his cock against my tummy to show me how deep he will push it

Lying down on the bed, you're half listening to the litany of praise and pure filth coming out of Jordan's mouth non-stop.

How could you pay attention when she has two fingers attacking your G-spot with a concerning precision ? They've been at it for a while now, getting you so close and stopping right when you're about to come. And there she is with her condescending smile, nodding sweetly "I know, baby, I know. It feels so good you can't take it ?" their head cocks to the side and she adds "But you asked for it, asked for me to overwhelm your little pussy until you can' think anymore... Do you know why ?" the question is asked through clenched teeth.

Her movements speed up and she adds pressure to your clit, her left hand forcing your stuttering hips to stay still on the mattress. You think you might die from the way they've been at it for an hour now.

And then suddenly they take their fingers out and you really cry over the lack of stimulation as you were so close once again.

Jordan lands a slap to your core and you let out a wounded little whimper. "Answer the question baby, or you won't get to come at all."

It takes some time before you're even able to remember the question, but when you do, you answer with a little voice. "You're doing this because I haven't been taking care of myself properly. And I've been overthinking too much."

"That wasn't so hard now, was it ? You need to take care of yourself, baby. Or daddy won't make you come. You just need someone to wear you out so your little brain can finally sleep correctly. I can do that." she adds, her eyebrows raising as she looks up at your tear streaked face begging her to let you finish.

You might have a chance to make her fold right now if you play correctly. You pout a bit, doe eyes in full force "Please daddy, I'm so sorry, please let me come, I want it so bad."

They crack, obviously, they could never handle the doe eyes with the begging. Her hand goes back to your cunt and she asks while rubbing your clit excruciatingly slow "And you'll take care of yourself ? Drink and sleep and eat ? Stop being so stressed over things you can't even do anything about ?" you nod fervently "Yes ! Yes yes yes I swear it ! Please..."

Jordan smiles proudly kissing your thigh "good girl". Then her mouth is on you, fingers back in your cunt fingering you fast and efficient as she sucks your clit into her mouth and you can't help but moan loudly, fisting the bed sheets in your hands. You try to close your legs instinctively but Jordan's strong shoulders keep them open, leaving you forced to take it, the pressure building up and up and up-

"That's it, good girl, good fucking girl" she says as she drinks up your release while you ride out your orgasm on her fingers. Little moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth.

When you come back from your high, you kiss you partner, who then looks at you with a gentle gaze "You need to take proper care of yourself, baby. The finals are in two weeks, and you studied like a mad woman already, you can't pull all-nighters every nights, alright ?".

You nod as you press yourself closer to them, cuddling on the bed with your head in her neck, inhaling your partner's scent. You listen to their heartbeat as they switch to their male form, strong arms holding you close. "I love you Jordan."

"I love you too" You hear him answer as you fall asleep, for the most peaceful slumber you've had in a long time.

I mean you've got your own super hero to take care of you during your sleep, how could you not sleep ?

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A 'gentle' reminder to take care or yourselves !! Drink water and eat at least two times a day !

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Also Jordan's wearing this because I said so and also, yeah I fucking love that shirt on them, byyyye

Rebecca Ferguson at the Variety Studio at San Diego Comic Con.