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𝐍𝐚𝐩 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn! reader warnings: not proofread words: 602 summary: Spencer likes to nap and sometimes he wants nothing more than to cuddle with his partner during it

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If ever asked what animal Spencer reminded you of, you would say a cat. There were a few reasons for this, his intelligence, how he only liked to be touched when he initiates it, and how for some reason he can see quite well in the dark. But most of all it would be for the naps he tends to take throughout the day in random places around your shared home.

It was a habit he picked up from work, only having a few hours to sleep on a case, and sleeping on the plane home in uncomfortable chairs. It wasn't surprising that these traits began to extend outside of work and blend into his daily life. Coming home you could find him curled up in an armchair sleeping, or in the office leaned over his desk with his head resting on his arms.

You knew when he woke up his body would hurt from being shoved into a cramped position for an hour, so each time you would try and help the best you could. Dropping a blanket over him in the cooler months, giving his arm a break from holding up his head and replacing it with a small neck pillow, stretching out his limbs so his joints don't hurt as much.

But there were times were Spencer wanted you to join in on this nap time, especially when he had come back from a case. "It's 2:45 in the afternoon, and I am not even remotely sleepy," Your eyes move from your book to your boyfriend, who seems to be barely conscious snuggled into the chair he was perched on. Your denial only seemed to frustrate him as his features pull into a small frown.

His reaction only pulls a small laugh from you as your eyes drift back to the words on the page. "Well actually, napping is not only about getting back some energy. It actually has a lot of health benefits like increased alertness and relaxation." The fact Spencer rattled off caused you to raise your eyebrows slightly. "Well, good thing I'm neither stressed nor not alert."

You hear Spencer shift around a little trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. While you had asked him several times to just go to bed, the man refused. It annoyed you slightly, knowing you would hear about his aching bones and would have to help detangle him in his sleep later. A laugh huff left you as you placed the bookmark in between the pages and snapped the book shut.

"If I nap with you, will you please actually sleep in a bed like a normal person?" A sly grin formed on Spencer's face knowing he had worn you down enough to the point of winning. A small hum left him as he stretched, getting up from his seat. "With you there? Of course."

The words pulled an eye roll from you though the smile forming on your face gave away your true feelings. Standing up, you grabbed Spencer's hand dragging him down the hall and into your shared room. You listen to him pull back the blankets and settle into bed as you move around shutting the blinds, wishing for the room to be as dark as possible in the middle of the day.

With a sigh, you flopped into bed beside you, quickly being brought into his embrace. Tucking your head under his chin, you threw your leg over his hip bringing you close together. Much to your surprise you drifted off rather swiftly, listening to the sound of Spencer's slow breathing a soft heartbeat.

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I love the sub, Jordan's story, and I was hoping you do the male Jordan one too, but only if you still want ❤️

Of course Anon! This version starts off the same but turns to masc Jordan

pairing: Jordan Li x gn!reader warnings: not proofread, smut words: 1092 summary: basically the ask

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You had always felt secure in your relationship with Jordan, you knew they would never cheat because they knew no one could fuck them as good as you. While your relationship just started as a way to let off stress for the both of you, it soon developed into true feelings. You knew you liked Jordan more than a fuck buddy and they knew they liked you more too. Yet, the pair of you were hesitant to put a label on what you had, afraid it might ruin things.

It wasn't unusual for your small friend group to frequent clubs and bars at night, looking for a different way to release all the stress from school. Most of the time you simply frequent the bar, eyes watching over the crowd, only dancing when Cate or Marie would come over and drag you into the crowd, not that you minded.

But tight there was a sight that made the grip on your drink a little tighter, had your jaw locked in anger. It wasn't often that people approached Jordan, it was a bit of a surprise given how attractive they were. But you guessed it had to do with the way they always seemed annoyed and disinterested in everything around them.

But it seemed someone was feeling brave tonight, perhaps aided by some liquid courage. You watched their hands roam a little too low as they danced with Jordan, how they were whispering filthy things in their ear hoping to get a reaction. You couldn't get a clear read on Jordan's face, but it was clear they didn't dislike the attention they were receiving.

Downing the rest of your drink, you made your way through the crowd, eyes never leaving the pair. Upon reaching them your hand would interlace with Jordan's as you pulled them to your side in one swift movement. A noise of surprise left them, but their words died in their throat as they took note of the jealousy swirling in your eyes as you stared at them.

"You mind? We were chatting." The harsh voice of the drunkard abused your eyes as you looked at them unamused. You wished you had the power to blow up people with your eyes, but sadly you were not graced with such a gift. Leaving you to settle for the harsh glare and burning hate that were in your eyes.

"Yeah? Sure didn't look like it." Jordan was silent next to you, hand still wrapped in yours. This was a part of their little plan to get you to fuck their brains out tonight. Get you all jealous and riled up, by entertaining some drunk idiot, and it had worked perfectly.

"Come on." Your voice left no room for argument as you basically dragged a grinning Jordan out of the club. You had barely a few meters from the club before you pulled them down an alley and pushed them against the brick wall. The noise from the club could still be heard despite the thick wall.

"You're such a fucking slut." Your voice is low, face so close that if they pushed forward just a little they could capture their lips with yours. But you knew that, hand on their hips holding them in place to make sure they didn't try and ruin your fun.

"Hmm? So fucking desperate that you'd go home with anyone?" The question brought a small frown to their face but you knew there was no negative emotion behind it. "No, I just-" They began in an attempt to defend themself but you quickly cut them off. "Just what? Wanted to make me jealous? Well, consider it done."

Within an instant your lips were on theirs in a passionate kiss, the hand on their hip pulling their body flush against yours, as your free hand rests on the side of their neck to deepen the kiss. Their hand tangles in your hair, and a soft moan escape them from the contact. This is what they had been wanting all night.

Breaking the kiss, your mouth began to trail kiss along their neck, leaving small bites here and there pulling soft noises from Jordan. You feel their hands begin to drift over your body, hands finding the helm of your shirt as they begin to lift it up hoping to slip their hands under. Detaching from them your hands wrap over theirs, stopping their action.

A small, mocking pout plays on your lips as you speak "I don't think I remember saying you could touch me. You wanna be a brat, I'll treat you like a brat." Your voice is stern as you pull their hands from your shirt. One hand moves to grope their bludge while the other hangs onto one of their hands. While this was just meant to be a quick fuck, you knew Jordan liked to feel your hands intertwined together. The action grounded them as things got heated.

Your lips are back on their as you shallow their moans, sandwiching them between your body and the wall. You began to palm their erection through the rough material of their pants. You know they would want nothing more than for you to free their cock and give them a proper handjob right in this filthy alley. But you weren't one to give in to their wants so easily.

"...I..." Jordan's voice comes out airy, mouth opening and closing like a fish as they struggle to form a sentence. "What is it, baby?" Your voice sounds so innocent as you begin leaving marks on their neck. "Tell me what you want."

"...Yo-You... want you." A satisfied hum is pulled from your lips as your hands begin to fumble pulling their pants down just enough to be able to free their aching cock. Your body is pressed impossibly close to them keeping them as close to the wall as you can as your hands dip into the waistband of their boxers giving some release to their thick cock.

You're hand begins to work along their shaft, pulling the most delicious sounds from them. Jordan's face contorted into bliss, head back slightly as they tried not to be too loud. Your free hand cups their face as you pull them into a kiss, the other hand still working on their cock. You knew it wasn't long before Jordan came right then and there, after a couple more pumps your hand left them.

"You really think I was going to let you off that easy? Baby, you've been bad."

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jordan looking at marie mid battle

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Coming to class with a Balenciaga bag? I get why Jordan couldn't stand her.

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Bilbo: Clearly Thorin doesn't love me, the most romantic things he did to me were literally giving me some cool rocks and braiding my hair

The Company: HE WHAT?!

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Hi! Would you please write a fem!reader x Jordan li fic where they are both training with their powers and fighting/ combat skills and Jordan let’s reader win by letting reader pin him down with a gleeful look saying “gotcha”? You can pick their powers and how much spice in involved.

Hi anon! I loved the request, I made this a more fluff piece than anything so I still hope you enjoy :)

pairing: Jordan Li x fem!reader warnings: not proofread words: 546 summary: basically the ask

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It was not uncommon for you and Jordan to spar together. At the beginning of the year, you were both paired together in class and from there you began becoming friends and then lovers. Sparring had slowly begun becoming about truly honing in your skills and more trying to show off to one another.

The power to manipulate light could be a powerful one if used correctly. You could blind people, set fire to objects, and make a room pitch black. While they may have not been as offensive or defensive as Jordan's, used in the right way it could be lethal.

Moving around the small ring created specifically for sparring you held a cocky grin on your face. It may have not been often that you could beat Jordan in combat, but today you were feeling particularly lucky. While Jordan was higher than you on the rankings and worked much harder than you, there were times that you could take them off guard and gain the upper hand.

The spar began easily, a few jabs traded here and there, a few skilful blocks. The use of powers were yet to be incorporated, if you don't count Jordan's use of their masculine form. While you would call it cheating, they would simply deny it, saying they were just being themself. It wasn't long before Jordan began making you work a bit harder, having to move around more instead of keeping yourself in the same small area. Their punches got harder and quicker and their blocks seemed much better.

The action brought a pout to play on your lips, not enjoying the ache in your body the hits would leave. Growing sick of being used like a human punching bag you pulled a rather dirty trick to get the upper hand. While shining some light into Jordan's eyes may have not been the more moral move, it was the move that got you the upper hand.

In their stun state, they did not see you tackle them to the ground, pinning their wrists under your hands as your knees were placed on either side of them. Grinning down at them you were proud of yourself, and with a cheerful tone, you spoke. "Gotcha! I win."

A small chuckle left Jordan as they looked up at you, your hair falling out of the style you did before creating a small curtain in front of your face. While they would never admit it to you, they had left you to win. Your static of trying to blind them for a moment didn't work as well as you thought. The light slightly missing their eyes and more just warming up their face than anything.

"About time. I thought you were never going to win. Was thinking of getting myself a new sparing partner." Their playful words brought a small gasp from you, softly shaking your head. "Oh, you're horrible. Maybe I'll get myself a new sparring partner instead."

Jordan rolled their eyes at your words, leaning up the best they could to capture your lips in a soft kiss. "What other sparring partner would give you a sweet kiss though?" A small hum broke from you as a smile etches across your face. "I suppose, guess I'm stuck with you."

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Aragorn and Boromir carrying the desperately bundled up hobbits through the snowy mountain pass is so 🥺.

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Hey, I was wondering if you could write sub Jordan li with a dom reader, where the reader gets jealous of someone flirting with Jordan

And can there be Smut if you write smut

Only if you're comfortable with it. Thank you

Hi anon!! I love this request, I mainly focused on fem!Jordan but if you want I am happy to do a mas!Jordan verison

pairing: Jordan Li x gn! reader warnings: not proofread, badly written smut (I am very sorry) words: 1008 summary: basically the ask

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You had always felt secure in your relationship with Jordan, you knew they would never cheat because they knew no one could fuck them as good as you. While your relationship just started as a way to let off stress for the both of you, it soon developed into true feelings. You knew you liked Jordan more than a fuck buddy and they knew they liked you more too. Yet, the pair of you were hesitant to put a label on what you had, afraid it might ruin things.

It wasn't unusual for your small friend group to frequent clubs and bars at night, looking for a different way to release all the stress from school. Most of the time you simply frequent the bar, eyes watching over the crowd, only dancing when Cate or Marie would come over and drag you into the crowd, not that you minded.

But tight there was a sight that made the grip on your drink a little tighter, had your jaw locked in anger. It wasn't often that people approached Jordan, it was a bit of a surprise given how attractive they were. But you guessed it had to do with the way they always seemed annoyed and disinterested in everything around them.

But it seemed someone was feeling brave tonight, perhaps aided by some liquid courage. You watched their hands roam a little too low as they danced with Jordan, how they were whispering filthy things in their ear hoping to get a reaction. You couldn't get a clear read on Jordan's face, but it was clear they didn't dislike the attention they were receiving.

Downing the rest of your drink, you made your way through the crowd, eyes never leaving the pair. Upon reaching them your hand would interlace with Jordan's as you pulled them to your side in one swift movement. A noise of surprise left them, but their words died in their throat as they took note of the jealousy swirling in your eyes as you stared at them.

"You mind? We were chatting." The harsh voice of the drunkard abused your eyes as you looked at them unamused. You wished you had the power to blow up people with your eyes, but sadly you were not graced with such a gift. Leaving you to settle for the harsh glare and burning hate that were in your eyes.

"Yeah? Sure didn't look like it." Jordan was silent next to you, hand still wrapped in yours. This was a part of their little plan to get you to fuck their brains out tonight. Get you all jealous and riled up, by entertaining some drunk idiot, and it had worked perfectly.

"Come on." Your voice left no room for argument as you basically dragged a grinning Jordan out of the club. You had barely a few meters from the club before you pulled them down an alley and pushed them against the brick wall. The noise from the club could still be heard despite the thick wall.

"You're such a fucking slut." Your voice is low, face so close that if they pushed forward just a little they could capture their lips with yours. But you knew that, hand on their hips holding them in place to make sure they didn't try and ruin your fun.

"Hmm? So fucking desperate that you'd go home with anyone?" The question brought a small frown to their face but you knew there was no negative emotion behind it. "No, I just-" They began in an attempt to defend themself but you quickly cut them off. "Just what? Wanted to make me jealous? Well, consider it done."

Within an instant your lips were on theirs in a passionate kiss, the hand on their hip pulling their body flush against yours, as your free hand rests on the side of their neck to deepen the kiss. Their hand tangles in your hair, and a soft moan escape them from the contact. This is what they had been wanting all night.

Breaking the kiss, your mouth began to trail kiss along their neck, leaving small bites here and there pulling soft noises from Jordan. You feel their hands begin to drift over your body, hands finding the helm of your shirt as they begin to lift it up hoping to slip their hands under. Detaching from them your hands wrap over theirs, stopping their action.

A small, mocking pout plays on your lips as you speak "I don't think I remember saying you could touch me. You wanna be a brat, I'll treat you like a brat." Your voice is stern as you pull their hands from your shirt. One hand moves to grope their breast while the other hangs onto one of their hands. While this was just meant to be a quick fuck, you knew Jordan likes to feel your hands intertwined together. The action grounded them as things got heated.

Your lips are back on their as you shallow their moans, sandwiching them between your body and the wall. You bully your thigh in between their legs, knee pressed hard against the cold bricks. Detaching from them you move to whisper in their ear "Come on baby, grind down on my thigh. I know you want to."

It seemed it was your permission they were wanting, as within an instant they were rolling their hips on your thigh letting out the most pathetic little noises that sounded like music to your ears. Your mouth moved to begin leaving marks on their neck, marking them up to show who they belonged to.

Your fingers pinch their nipples as you need the flesh there. It was not long before the stimulation was going to be too much for Jordan, their whines only increasing in volume and pitch. Just as they were about to reach their high, your thigh dropped from between their legs, leaving them cold and empty.

"You really think I was going to let you off that easy? Baby, you've been bad."

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they don't play about her, it's true!

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𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 '𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn! reader warnings: not proofread words: 832 summary: 3 different ways Spencer shows he loves you

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one Spencer often went away for long periods of time, it came with having a job at the BAU. Despite missing him and disliking how quiet your home becomes, you knew what you were getting into. You would never stop him from going on a case, no matter how little time you get to spend with him in between.

The longing for your partner was not onesided. There were times Spencer hated to be away for so long, to come home for a few days before leaving you again. He disliked how lonely he felt at night, the bed in the hotel felt too large without someone else there.

It's why he was out and about in whatever city he was in at the time. He would send you photos of things that remind him of you. Maybe some blooming flowers out front of a store. A dog that vaguely looks like you. A couple of birds sitting on a branch together.

Sometimes they would be accompanied by messages. 'thinking of you'. 'doesn't it kinda look like you?'. 'did you know these birds mate for life'. Just small facts or messages that always bring a smile to your face.

It helped ease the loneliness when he was away, knowing he was thinking of you just as much as you were thinking of him.

two While you weren't as much of a book addict as Spencer, you enjoyed reading. You often asked the man to recommend one for you to read. It always brought a smile to his face as he rambled on about the plot and characters, ensuring he did not give anything away. You read at a much more leisurely pace than your partner who could read large chapter books like it was a small letter.

Sometimes you were a bit jealous of his ability to read so fast, not wishing to wade through a large part of the text before getting to the exciting part. But you could not help but enjoy curling up in a chair with a cup of tea and a good book.

Persuasion by Jane Austen was the book you were currently reading, being recommended after expressing a desire for a romance book. But as you read you began to notice small annotations hastily scribbled in Spencer's handwriting. Somewhere about the characters or the thoughts on the themes. But some were drawing parallels to your relationship.

The more you read the less the annotations became about the book and more about your relationship. You found it endearing, more reading the book to get to the next annotation than the next chapter. A stupid love-sick smile graced your face as your eyes skimmed over the writing squeezed in between paragraphs.

The sound of footsteps graced your ears as you quickly began finishing the page you were on. "Enjoying the book?" Spencer's voice rang out, wanting to ensure his recommendation was right. Glazing up at him from the book your smile only grew. "Yes, I am. But I find myself liking the annotations better."

It took a moment for Spencer to understand before the tip of his ears flushed red as well as his cheeks. His eyes flicked downwards as he grappled with what to say. Deciding to give him a break you speak again. "I find them very cute. Shows how much you love me."

three It wasn't often that Spencer had time to sleep in, not getting up at the crack of dawn to get an early start on his work. So, you wanted to do something sweet for him, and what was better than breakfast in bed? What you didn't account for was him waking up before you were finished.

Humming a tune to yourself, you failed to hear the patter of sock-clad feet on the floor. Too busy making sure you didn't overcook the eggs in the frying pan. When two lanky arms wrapped around your middle, it caused a squeak of surprise to be pulled from you. The spatula in your hand dropped onto the counter in surprise.

Soft, muffled laughter filled the room, a mop of brown curls invading your vision as Spencer buried his face into your shoulder. A small huff leaves you, realising your surprise is ruined. "You're meant to be asleep." You whined though a small smile played on your lips, enjoying the sleepy back hug you were receiving.

"Sorry, darling. I just missed you in bed." His voice was rough with sleep, clearly having only woken up moments ago to an empty bed and set out to find you. Reaching one hand up you ran your fingers through his messy hair pulling a small hum of pleasure from him.

"Why don't you go back to bed? I'll bring breakfast and we can spend the morning there?" You offer softly, it takes a moment before you feel a soft nod. Spencer untangling himself from you before trudging off to bed once more, a small lovesick smile on his face.

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Sweet Girl | Spencer Reid

Pairing | Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count | 3k, not bad. 

Genre | Fluff, Smut 

Summary | Spencer is tired, so tired. He knows only one thing could possibly cheer him up. His sweet girl.

Index | Kinda sub Spencer, he's tired and want's to be taken care of, you're more than happy to do that, smut, unprotected sex, love confessions lol, they're perfect for each other, established relationship, pinning, cute shit.

There are so many thoughts in Spencer’s brain, there always is. It’s impossible for them to slow down, he’s always so busy. Even when he’s not working, he’s thinking about the next case, the next degree, the next time he’ll be called into office for a dire case. It’s exhaustive and it feels impossible to just breathe for more than a moment. His morale started to slip, work becoming messy, cases blurring together, memory almost shot.

Until he met you, everything was hard, until he met you. It was an accident, technically. His morning coffee cafe wasn’t open, forcing him to break his routine that he’s had for months. As soon as he spotted you, the new (and out of his way) cafe instantly became his new favorite. Smart and kind, the sweetest smile always worn on your face. He swears you’re the smartest person he’s ever met, always ignoring you whenever you point out his multiple PHDs and ever continuous education journey. 

You force him to look at things differently, not really trying to, but you do. It’s refreshing, it’s amazing to him how it works, a breath of fresh air. Since he’s realized the difference in himself when he’s with you, he’s fallen head over heels. Your apartment is small and cozy, warm lighting and blankets everywhere. He’s at your apartment more than he is his own, feels more at home. 

You ease his mind, make everything easier. He can just be himself around you without any worry about needing to prove something. He can relax for the first time in what feels like years. It almost kills him to have to go away for cases, kills him even more when the cases last weeks or months. He spares you almost all the details, much like Garcia whenever he can. It’s not what you signed up for. Even when you ask, he only really tells you public knowledge. He keeps you separate from his work, he needs you separate from his work. His sweet girl, he’d like to keep it that way. 

Spencer’s exhausted, beyond exhausted he thinks. He can’t remember the last time he’s been away from you for this long, the last time he’s truly felt this horrible. His shoulders are heavy, eye bags growing from the exhausting 3 weeks he’s had. Kill, after kill, after kill, with no motive, no tracts, no suspects. He felt like a newbie again at the BAU, unable to track down their unsub. It feels like he’s failing everyone and himself, it was beginning to tear him down. 

Nightmare after nightmare, he was almost unable to sleep for the three weeks he’s been gone. The day they found the unsub, he almost cried with relief. The entire team almost cried, really. Generally he’s not emotional by any means, tries to stay objective in his work, but this time he just couldn’t. He’s happy, thrilled, to be home despite admittedly being a bit dishevelled from the trip. Unshaven, worn down, exhausted, eye bags, the list goes on and on. 

You’ve missed him too, but you’ve tried to keep your calling and texting at bay so as to not distract him from his work. As he makes his way home, you almost bubble with excitement. The door is loud as it unlocks, heavy click overpowering the soft instrumental vinyl that was filling the silence. Your feet run to meet him at the door, more than excited. The door opens, revealing a tired Reid. It’s the worst you’ve seen him in awhile, maybe in over a year you think. 

You’ve known Spencer for a while now, seen arguably the worst sides of him. This isn’t quite that, but it is pretty close to it. The slouch and far-out look tells you almost everything you need to know. 

“Oh, Spence.” You call to him softly, watching as his feet don’t move, eyes taking you in as you cautiously approach him as if he were a wounded animal. He doesn’t say anything, watching as you reach for his shoulders. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand, hands gently cupping his face and thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks as you comfort him. “Come, step inside.” You almost whisper, gently pulling him inside by his hands, warm. 

A small smile grows on his face as you take off his suit jacket, palms massaging his shoulders and biceps as you do so. You sway softly to the music, almost dancing into the kitchen as you pull him along. “Let’s eat, Spence.” You smile, sitting him down first. At this level, you easily reach his temple where you place a soft kiss. You don’t have to, but you’re more than happy to prepare a plate for Spencer. The music is comforting, the two of you sitting close, your foot brushing against his leg when you cross your legs. 

You happily clean up after the two of you, dancing around the kitchen as you entertain Spencer in the meantime. “How’re you feeling?” You hum, Spencer’s arms wrapping around your waist as you stand directly in front of him. He easily pulls you forward into his embrace. Your arms wrap around his neck, his face burying into the crook of your shoulder as you do so. 

“Better.” It’s all you need, all he needs to say. He’s putty in your hands as you softly pull him forward and off the kitchen bench, easily leading him to the shower. 

He’s so grateful for you, he thinks silently, to himself. He’s never felt like this for someone, and for the longest time, he was afraid he just couldn’t. He could never understand wanting someone with you everyday of the year, living in the same space, sharing everything. The thought used to make him nauseous. The thought of being with someone intimately used to make his skin crawl. But with you, it’s different, everything is different. 

He craves coming home to you, craves your touch after a long day, craves hearing your voice, craves your presence, craves your intimacy. He melts in your hold, his brain is able to finally shut off after a long day. All the thoughts, running miles a minute, goes away. 

He feels like he could cry as you run a shower for him, gently unbuttoning his white button up, fiddling with his belt to take off his pants, kissing his skin better, unknowingly healing him. “Y/n, please shower with me.” He mumbles, kicking his shoes and pants off, undressing the rest of the way. He steps in, watching as you undress before quickly joining him. 

“I’ve been worried about you, pretty boy.” You smile as you step inside, his arms immediately wrapping around your body. He’s tired and homesick, obviously so as he sinks into you. 

“I know, I know,” He nods along, hands sliding up to hold your head in his palms. “I’m okay, I promise.” Spencer smiles, gently kissing your forehead, back down to your cheeks, and finally connecting your lips. You immediately return the kiss, desperate for his touch, his lips on yours. 

“I know you are.” You smile, mumbling against his lips. Spencer smiles too, pulling you deeper into the kiss, closer to his body. You can’t help the small moan that slips when you feel him against you, shaky hands pu\lling him closer roughly by his back. 

“It’s always the best coming back to you, though,” Spencer almost groans into your mouth, making you weak in the knees as he does so. “I can hold my own, but there’s nothing better than coming home to you.”

“Spence, we gotta clean you up,” You almost whimper at your own words, sadly pulling away from him. “Had a rough couple of weeks.” Spencer just nods along, allowing you to do as you please. He’d let you do anything, always. He melts as your hands meet his hair, shampooing and conditioning. He doesn’t melt when you wash his body, quite the opposite as his skin burns hot as your hands rub along his body. 

“Please,” Spencer whines, quickly doing the same for you. He needs to get out of this before he loses his mind, he thinks. As soon as you’re both clean, his lips almost slam against yours, needy, almost desperate. “I’ve missed you so much,” He whines, complaining. 

“Come, Spence.” You mumble, lips against his shoulder as you talk to him. Your face and ears are burning hot, wanting to get out of the shower quickly. Spencer follows you without a hitch, quickly wrapping the both of you in fizzy towels as he places another kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Spencer.” You smile at him, walking backwards out of the bathroom. He follows happily, a tired smile painted across his features. A towel hangs low on his waist as he follows. 

“I’m really tired, hun, I won’t lie.” Spencer mumbles as he sits down on the bed, fluffy towel becoming loose when his grip leaves it. A whimper leaves his lips when you straddle his hips, core bare as you lower your weight. He can feel your warmth, mind growing fuzzy almost immediately as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. You don’t make a move to hurry things up, only tucking his hair behind his ears as you glance over his face. 

“So pretty, Spencer.” You mumble as you talk to him, continuing to play with his hair. “I’ll do the work, I just want you to feel good. Feel good after being away for so long, working so hard,” You mumble against his shoulder as you kiss it. Your town easily falls backwards off of your shoulders, leaving you bare on top of Spencer. “You gonna let me do that? Gonna be good?”

“Yes, yes please.” Spencer mumbles, roughly connecting your lips. His grip tangles in your hair, pulling as close as he possibly can. You whine into his mouth, hips grinding against him, so close yet so far, chest pressed flush against his own. You lift yourself onto your knees, pulling at Reid’s towel to move it off of his lap. You drop your weight back down as soon as possible, grinding against Reid’s cock, easily slipping through your folds. 

“Want you, miss you so much,” You complain, for no particular reason. You know Spencer is more than happy to give you what you want, almost wants it just as badly. “I want it.”

“Take it, sweet girl, take it.” He groans into your mouth, sloppily kissing you as if his life depends on it. His palms knead at your flesh, touching and holding everything you can reach. You whimper when his hands knead your inner thighs, so close to where you need him the most. “Need it just as bad. I’ve missed you so much, love you so much.”

Your hips lift up, Spencer helping you out the slightest as he lines up his cock for you. Your legs shake as you sink back down, hips connecting with a small slap. You both share a moan, needy hands pulling one another as close as physically possible. Spencer throbs as you grind against his cock, completely inside you, clit rubbing against his skin. It doesn’t feel that good to him, but watching you shake and whimper is almost enough to get him off. 

“I love you, Spencer.” You mumble, finally building the strength to lift yourself up, bouncing on his cock. You know exactly what Spencer likes, what he wants, moving exactly how he needs you to. You know where he’s sensitive, how to get him to tick. As you kiss his neck and squeeze around him, he swears he can stay here forever with you. He wants to stay forever, not here, maybe not this specifically, but with you. He wants to be with you, forever. 

“Y/N, I- oh fuck,” Spencer whines as you speed up, desperately chasing his moans, wanting to hear him. He feels embarrassingly close already, all of his senses full of you. You’re so tight and warm, goosebumps spreading across his skin. “Y/N, will you, uh, I want-” His words break off as he moans, feeling his abs tighten up as he fights off the urge to cum. To combat it, his fingers dip in between your bodies, gently rubbing circles into your sensitive clit. 

“Spencer, oh fuck.” You whine, tightening around him even more. “Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.” You bite softly into his chest, whimpers muffled by his skin. 

“Marry me,” Spencer whines, voice muffled and whiny. You don’t register his words, focused on the way his fingers rub circles into your clit, his other hand roughly guiding your hips as you bounce up and down on his cock, vice grip around him. Your thighs are shaking, teetering on the edge that you’re so close to falling off of. “Y/N, marry me.” Spencer's hands stop your movement entirely, giving you no stimulation as he holds your hips flush to his. 

“I-Spence, you’re mean-”

“Marry me, Y/N.” He cuts you off, not listening to the way you’re about to call him all sorts of names. “I love you so, so much. So perfect to me, Y/N. I want to be with you, forever. Please, marry me. I promise I’ll ask you in a cheesy, over the top way later, and we can say that was the official proposal. I never want to come home to anyone else but you.” 

“Spencer,” You can’t help the whine that struggles to escape your lips, squeezing around him even tighter. His grip doesn’t let up, holding you completely still. “This is a bit crazy to ask when I was about to cum all over your cock.” You giggle, hands coming to hold his face as your mind begins to clear just the slightest bit. “You know that, right?”

“I-I know. I was just thinking-” He starts, releasing his grip on you once he realizes your plight, allowing you to grind against him for some sort of stimulation. 

“You do that, a lot.” You giggle softly, biting back the moans as you move on top of him. 

“You do so much for me. It’s like, like when I’m with you, my brain quiets down. I don’t have to worry, don’t have to think a hundred miles a minute. I can just be me, when I’m with you.” Spencer rambles on, brows creasing as you speed up your movement, desperate to get there once again. “I can let you take care of me, love being around you.” 

“Spence, we’re gonna look back at this and laugh.” You giggle as you grind against his cock. Spencer goes back to rubbing tight circles against your clit, moaning when you tighten around him again, beginning to move up and down. 

“So, I’ll take that as a no th-”

“Of course, Spencer. Of course I’ll marry you, my pretty boy.” You grin hard, watching as his face completely lights up, matching your giant smile. A giant squeal escapes when he quickly flips the two of you over, your back hitting the bed before you can protest. “Spencer! I thought you were tired.” You laugh, immediately being shut up when his hips begin to move. 

“I was.” Spencer smiles, hips driving forward into you. You’re already so close, so worked up, that the change in position almost sends you over. “Now I have a fiance, it’s a bit exciting, you see.” Spencer laughs at your circumstance, all of the wit wiped clean as you mewl and moan underneath him. He does his best to sooth the shake in your thighs, hands rubbing the soft skin underneath them, hips never slowing. Like you, he knows what you like, exactly what you like, his memory doesn’t allow him to forget it. 

“You- oh fuck,” You whimper as he rubs ghost like circles into your clit, not needing much more stimulation and he knows that. 

“Come for me, please. Wanna feel you, want to hear it, need it Y/N.” He groans, leaning forward to kiss you, sloppy and messy. You’re trapped underneath him, the weight somehow overwhelming and exactly what you need. At the change of angle, his cock hits exactly where you need him, hips grinding against your clit with each movement. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, Spencer, coming.” You whimper, hands reaching for his back, scratching and pulling him closer. You’re almost impossible to push into as you cum, so sensitive and aroused that you clench so tightly around him. He whimpers into your skin, finally coming unraveled as it all catches up to him as well. 

“Good girl, so good.” Spencer groans into your skin. “Gonna cum for you, okay?” You nod eagerly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him close. 

“Cum inside, Spence, my sweet fiance.” You whine, thighs shaking from overstimulation. The name makes him fold, the way it slips so easily from your lips making him melt instantly. 

“Cumming, cumming.” He whines, sloppy thrusts slowing down as he does. You can’t help but whine with him, clit so sensitive that it’s almost driving you crazy. 

“Spencer,” You whine loudly, legs tightening to stop his movement completely. You’re too sensitive, it’s too much for you. “I love you.” You mumble, pulling him in for a kiss. 

“Love you, so much, the most.” Spencer mumbles, words soft and sincere as he speaks. Your legs slowly unwrap, sore and tired as you finally rest them. He’s moving slow as well, trudging into the bathroom for a damp towel to clean the two of you up. He’s almost sluggish by the time he’s done, tossing the towel into the bathroom without even really looking. You almost expect it as he collapses next to you, completely spent with his legs hanging off the bed. 

You giggle softly, rolling your eyes at the dramatics as he finally fully crawls into bed. You crawl next to him, propped up onto your elbow as you look down. “So, we're gonna tell our friends you asked me to marry you while balls deep?” You laugh almost directly into his face, hand coming to push hair behind his ear. 

“No.” It’s stern and final, no arguments accepted. At this, you laugh loudly. 

“C’monn, it would be funny, Morgan would love it.”

“That’s exactly why I’m scared. Listen, let’s sleep, before I rethink this decision.” He jokes dryly, a smile on his face when you finally give it up. You pull him close, cuddling into his side. 

“You’d never.”

“You’re right.” He hums, eyes falling shut. “I love you too much.”

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Nothing But Cowards

Requested by anonymous: “I was wondering if you could just write about, having a fight and then make up, fluff and angst? If not that’s totally fine”

“I'd like to request a Jordan Li x fem reader where they're dating in secret from the friend group because of everything going down but one morning they oversleep and one of their friends find them curled up in bed together and it's followed by giggles and fluff?”

Pairing: Jordan Li x fem!reader

words: 3.7k+

WARNINGS - mentions of weird hospitals and tortured kids, strong language

GodU had always been your parents' dream. they held such high and heavy hopes for you. their perfect little superhero. a future member of the seven. when you were younger, you hated the idea. you felt... exploited. they forced this life onto you. gave you compound V and for what? so you could become some clog in a corporate machine? help sell merchandise for Vought? but as you got older and realised that you were kinda stuck with your powers, you felt more obligated to follow through with their dream. to actually be a hero. so you applied for Godolkin University. got in. and became a crime-fighting major. that is how you met Jordan Li. They were much stronger than you would ever be. both physically and mentally. the ability to shift between two forms gave them two separate skill sets all wrapped up in one identity. and they were so confident in their identity. not always a boy. not always a girl. just so confidently themselves. and you admired them so much. They were truly the strongest person you knew or at least you thought so.

it was a weird moment shrouded in the darkness of night. you were shaking a little from rage or the cold, you couldn't quite tell. everything was so incredibly fucked. Marie's roommate had gone missing because of some stupid plan of Andre's imagining. you just found out that there was some weird hospital under the school that was experimenting on people; including Sam, Luke's brother who was apparently still alive and in fact did not commit suicide. not to mention Luke was still gone. he used to give some great advice. used to kick your ass in sparring sessions but would occasionally let you win just to keep you on your toes. he was your friend. and you missed him a lot. you could never understand what happened; or why it happened. All these mysteries were piling up like old comic books. so many chapters to one confusing story that if you missed a single issue it became almost impossible to follow. this was impossible to follow. everyone was arguing. people were taking sides. Marie wanted to find Emma, who had infiltrated the woods, to help Andre who was trying to save the kids trapped down there. Jordan was more pissed about rankings than tortured kids. Cate wanted everyone to just back up and not do anything reckless. you wanted to yell at them. you knew rankings were important to Jordan. they wanted to be the best. at least Cate was worried about not dying. your parents' words hang heavy on your shoulders. this was your chance to do some good. to live up to their dreams without becoming just another vought puppet.

"don't you want to be a hero?" your voice is loud. louder than expected. the question was mainly aimed at Jordan. the person who went toe to toe with Golden Boy just to protect Marie; someone they hardly even knew at that point. that was after the club. you wish you could say you don't think about that night. everyone else seemed to just move on but it haunts your dreams. it's a cloudy memory of white powder and thick red liquid. "we almost killed someone."

there is a brief flash of something. Regret, maybe? before the expression turns dark and defensive. "we didn't do shit." and that was partly the problem. you didn't hold the weapon but you still ran. you left a woman to bleed out because you were too high. even sober, you wouldn't have been able to do much but you could have done something. anything. Nobody likes to talk about that day. the same way nobody talks about what went down with Luke. or how, if they had their way, nobody would talk about this weird hospital. If Cate and Jordan got their way, you'd just go back to school where all that mattered was who held that number one spot. currently andre. not Jordan.

"Exactly which is worse, if it wasn't for Marie we would have all been royally fucked." you articulate. irritation bubbling deep in your chest. "we can do some good here- we can help people."

"you're just gonna get yourself killed"

"at least I'm not running away again," you say. Jordan can make all the scooby doo references she wants but you wouldn't entertain the thought of leaving this down to Marie once again. "you wanna know why Andre is number one instead of you?"

"politics."

"because he is the only one person here who is trying to do something." You growl. "you're just a selfish asshole." if all they cared about was their ranking then you had to explain it in terms they'd understand. Their jaw tenses.

"Okay so what does that make you?" they spit. a particular venom dripping from their tone. "I've helped people- actually saved people. can you say the same?" they ask. "you're basically scared of your own shadow."

"Jordan don't."

"no," they interrupt Cate before she can continue. "I may be selfish for not wanting to go on some stupid suicide mission but when you realise what's really at stake here, don't come crying to me." Jordan's words hang heavy in the air, how do you even reply to that? your mouth opens but nothing comes out so you just walk away. Leaving your friends to continue arguing. 

a bitter flavour lingers in your mouth. a painful feeling concealed deep inside your chest. you can't control how others perceive you but is that really how Jordan sees you? some coward who ran to them whenever things got tough? maybe they were right. you were no hero. you may have superpowers. you may spend hours studying techniques and training in the gym but that's just school. it didn't mean anything. You had never saved the day. you had never actually done anything. you haven't spoken to Jordan. Not since that night. they had texted a few times but you haven't even opened them. you don't want anything to do with them right now but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss them. you missed them a lot. nobody knew about your situation with Jordan. you had both decided to keep it on the down low while you figured stuff out. and with everything going on, it had just never been the right time.

a knock at the door. you don't bother getting out of the bed you had been rotting in for hours; staring up at the ceiling as the sun went down and darkness enveloped the room. another knock. you bury yourself deeper in your duvet but the knocking doesn't stop. it just gets louder. a loud groan as you roll out of bed. your roommate was always forgetting their key but when the door opens, your stomach sinks. it wasn't your roommate. you instantly close the door.

"Seriously,"

"fuck off," you yell back. they knock again. yanking open the door, you spy Jordan Li once again. femme. sweaty. gym gear. duffel bag hanging off their shoulder. "fuck off," you push on the door again but they slap their hand against it.

"Just give me a chance," they probably just wanted to yell at you some more and you weren't in the mood. you shove harder. "I could stand here all night." your brow creases. Jordan probably would too. they're very persistent. with a heavy sigh, you relinquish pressure on the door and it swings open as they let themselves in.

"what do you want?" your eyes follow her as she drops the gym bag down and begins wandering around your room. they had been here before. They knew what it looked like. their hand slides over the wood of your desk. they pick up the open book, presumably glancing over the content before dropping it back down. "Jordan."

"hm," they look at you almost perplexed. like they had been lost in their own little world.

"what do you want?" you request more firmly. they just stared back like it was a crazy thing to be asking. they drop back to lean against your desk. you're waiting for them to say something. anything. but their gaze just falls to the floor. you sigh softly, still loitering by the door. you would leave if this wasn't your room. "why are you here, Jordan?"

"I wanted to see you," their shoulders rise and fall. "everything is so fucked up. a hospital under the school like what the fuck?"

a secret hospital under the school was very messed up. you can't even imagine the things they get up to down there. also, Luke's brother was down there. that's why Emma went down in the first place before she disappeared. "yeah," you nod a little. "I guess."

"And Luke's brother being alive this whole time?" you wonder where this is going. you knew all this. you were there when everyone was arguing. your brow furrows a little.

"Can you get to the point?"

"well it's a little fucked isn't it?"

"You're being weird," you state. monitoring them carefully. they still wouldn't look at you but they did push up from the desk and towards the mini fridge.

"you got anything to drink?" they question, pulling it open.

"Jordan. leave."

"What?" they ask, still looking in your mostly empty little fridge.

"I said leave," you declare firmly. "I would like you to leave."

"why?"

"you know why." they sighed loudly, thrusting the fridge closed with a loud slap. "you don't get to just pretend nothing happened."

"I don't know why you're angry, you're the one who called me selfish." Jordan insists. "Said Andre was better than me."

"You are selfish. All you care about is your stupid ranking."

"It's not stupid," Jordan fires back. "It is important if I wanna get somewhere,"

"Who fucking cares," you groan "Like I get it, you wanna be a hero but this is way bigger than all that."

"And what are you gonna do exactly?" there's a bite behind her words. She's getting defensive. "Whats your plan to save the day Superman?"

"I don't..." you snap before trailing off to a much quieter tone. "know exactly,”

"It's a death wish,"

"We have to do something.”

“no, we don’t.” Jordan replies. “we don’t have to do anything. This is way above our pay grade.”

“of course, you’d say that,” you groan loudly. “can you leave now.”

"I-" They seem like they're about to bite back but they stop short. a tense jaw. they let it go. "I miss you, okay."

"I don't care," you did care. "leave." you yank open the door. For a beat, they seem taken aback but it rapidly fades. "now."

"just hear me out."

"no Jordan," you huff. "just go. I'm not arguing with you anymore."

they watch you for a second. "I don't want to argue" they clarify. "please?” there’s an unusual desperation in their voice. one you’ve never heard before. it builds a degree of sympathy amongst your anger. you let the door fall closed with a click.

“fine," you cross your arms over your chest "What do you want?"

"you were right," she declares softly. the statement alone takes you by surprise. Jordan? admitting she was wrong? you'd comically gasp if you weren't annoyed with them.

"I don't understand."

"I said you were right."

"No, I heard you," you explain. "look, Jordan-"

"I'm sorry, okay?" they reply sharply "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"why are you making this so difficult?" Jordan asks. "I've apologised so can we just watch a movie or something?" you raise a curious brow. Surely they weren't naive enough to believe you would simply forgive them just like that? There was more to this story that they were avoiding.

"you can't be fucking serious," a humourless laugh. "you don't even really mean it."

"I do though."

"no you don't," you sigh. walking towards them. "look at me and apologise- apologise properly."

"Ugh, I already apologised," they groan loudly, pairing it with a roll of their eyes. It just annoys you even more. "why can't you just forgive me?"

"Because you don't even know why you're apologising," you stress. "it's half-baked. you don't mean it. and I'm tired so-”

"I'm fucking scared" they blurt out. "I'm scared."

A look of surprise; shock. Their very loud confession caught you off guard. Jordan Li wasn't scared of anything. They’d made that bold claim a great many times. "of what?"

"of losing you," they yell back; their hands come up to run slowly over their face. Their hair becomes shorter. They physically grow taller. Shielded by his fingertips, it's pretty apparent that he shouldn't have said that or at least hadn't meant to. You don't know what to say; your head tilts slightly to one side. how do you respond to that? it still wasn't technically an apology. "for fuck sake."

"of losing me?" you recite slowly. "why would you lose me?"

"Because you're an idiot," they urge. "who wants to help people."

"dude."

"Sorry but like it's true. you're a fucking idiot," they repeat. "and I admire that."

"I'm... confused," you mumble softly.

"I admire how much you wanna help people despite knowing it’s stupid and you're probably gonna die" You can't tell if Jordan is just oblivious to what he was saying but it was far from getting him back in your good graces. "I wish I could be like that. naive enough to think I can make a difference."

"I feel like you're just insulting me," you comment.

they shrug a little. "I know this is still kinda new, the whole me and you thing but…” you can tell this is hard for them. expressing their feelings was not their strong suit. Their head hangs low. “it doesn’t matter,” they walk towards you but instead veer off towards their bag. you reach out for them; taking their hand. they were running hot, a sweaty hand.

“you can tell me,” you express, a gentle squeeze. “we’ve been friends for ages…”

“you’re just gonna call me selfish again.” their voice a whisper but they make no effort to pull away. You step closer.

“then you’ve got nothing to lose, right?” it’s a joke. a harmless one but they don’t laugh or even acknowledge it.

“I… I just don’t want you dying before we get a chance to really explore whatever this,” they use their free hand to motion between you. “is. so yeah, I lashed out because I like you or whatever and want you alive. sorry.” you watch them for a moment. their inability to meet your gaze. the light dusting of pink that graced their cheeks. it was really sweet if not a little unexpected. Jordan was so cool most of the time. it was a rarity to see them express such emotions. it makes you smile. you just laugh a little in amusement.

"Jordan," you say warmly. "you're not gonna lose me," you step even closer, reaching for their other hand; running your thumb over their knuckles. "I understand what you're saying but I don't think it's reason enough not to help,"

"I know," the express softly, finally meeting your gaze. there is something unspoken behind those eyes but you choose not to push. “I wish it was.”

you keep your eyes on there’s taking in this tender moment. a moment of vulnerability. a moment of connection. you relish in the way their hands fit so comfortably in yours. you really liked Jordan. liked their attitude. admired their strength. wished for their sense of loyalty. you were so smitten. so lucky to be their chosen person. a smile settles before you slowly lean in. It catches them off guard but they soon settle into it. “I’m scared too,” whispered against their lips. "but I think the bravest thing we can do is try anyway.“ his eyes flutter closed, letting his forehead fall against yours.

"I didn't mean it when I called you a coward," Jordan whispers, his eyes open. Lingering on yours. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

"I am a coward," you express. "I've always wanted to be a hero. it's all my parents want. but I'm scared. terrified. I never could have fought Luke like you did. but I wanna try now. I want you to try too," you ghost their lips. It's subtle; intimate. "if you really wanna protect me, Jordan, you'd help because I'm doing this with or without you."

"do I have to decide right now?" they ask quietly. You're almost disappointed by their reply but you can't really blame them. This wasn't another student hero gone rogue. This was a whole institution willing to do anything to keep its secrets. "do you forgive me?"

"do you forgive me?"

"I was never mad at you,"

"I was mad at you." you declare.

"I know," they nod. "you weren't exactly subtle about it." their expression becomes playful and bright; a strong contrast from the conversation you were just having. You can't help but smile as you pull back.

"do you wanna stay over tonight?" there's a shift in the air. all that tension fading away. you're not mad. you're not thrilled either. but you liked Jordan. a lot. and you could understand their desire to protect you. In a way, it was very sweet. You didn't realise how much they liked you. "we could watch that movie? or Property Brothers? whatever you want."

"Whatever I want, huh?" their hands vacate yours and instead move to your hips. Pulling you close. ever so close. pressing their body ever so slightly into yours "Anything at all?" masc! Jordan was taller than their male counterpart but far less intimidating. firmer. gentler. it’s a rather present contrast.

"you're such a perv,"

"you don't even know what I was gonna say," they insist.

"Anyone with half a brain could figure it out," you tease. their hands slip around to the small of your back pulling you flush against them. playing into your words. "but what Jordan wants. Jordan gets." whispered in their ear, you place a gentle kiss upon their cheek. "right?"

you can feel them practically shudder against you. A heavy sigh left their lips. "oh she wants to play tonight?" all signs of sincerity washed away by something darker. desire. you meet their eyes, lips quirk up into a smirk before they lean in once more. it’s ever so light but you’re quick to deepen the kiss; chasing that warmth that spills through your veins but they pull away instead. mischief laces their expression. their fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt. they pull back just enough to murmur, “I’m gonna make you beg for it,” their words hot against your ear. A shiver spills down your spine as you lean into them; wanting to be closer. As close as possible as they guide you back towards your bed.

it's safe to say you're smitten with the infamous Jordan Li. and when it comes down to it you're delighted when you're together. they bring out a more mischievous side of you. and you like to think you bring out a more vulnerable side of them. You shuffle further into their embrace. Basking in the feeling of their arms around you as you hide from the rising sun peeking through the blinds. A content hum as you drift in and out of consciousness. Still so early. You feel them lean more into you.

"what the fuck," a voice drags you to the land of the living. And as your tired eyes flutter open, your friends stare back. Both you and Jordan shoot up, instantly breaking any contact. Pulling the covers up to hide the fact you were both very naked. Marie stands at the end of your bed; wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth. Cate and Andre are just by the door. how the fuck did they even get in? "we should- sorry," you watch Marie scramble for the door shoving Andre out just as Cate yanks him.

you both fall back down in unison. If anyone had seen it would almost seem planned. After a moment, you roll back into them. giggling into the crook of their neck. after a moment you nip the skin. "guess we're not a secret anymore," muttered against their skin.

"This isn't funny."

"it kinda is," you shrug "Quite the shock for those three." A giggle before you sink your teeth into her neck earning yourself a satisfied sigh but they're quick to push you away. A stern look on their face

"you agreed it was best we didn't tell everyone until all this craziness was over."

"yeah but don't you feel just a little relieved," you ask. You can practically see the gears turning in their head. It's... Cute. You move so that you're now straddling them, hands drifting delicately over their chest. Their skin is so warm; and soft. Their short bob is a mess against your pillow. they looked so peaceful. so beautiful. A strip of yellow sunlight reflected off their chain. "I'm glad everyone knows now. plus," you smile mischievously. "now I can kiss you whenever I want. " You lean down slowly and place your lips against hers. "and that's all I want," mumbled against their lip.

"I guess it is one less thing to worry about," they muse, bringing their hands up to rest against your hips. her fingers apply just a little bit of pressure. you peck their lips once more before pulling away. a gentle tap on their nose, their face scrunches up.

"you shift in your sleep sometimes did you know that?"

"What?"

"you were definitely a guy when we fell asleep and then suddenly I'm snuggling up to a girl? is it like a conscious choice or?" they hesitate for a moment before playfully shoving you off them.

"shut up,"

"ow!!" you groan dramatically, falling down against the bed. "ow. that hurt so much. I'm in so much pain. how could you be so mean," you groan loudly, shuffling about a little for dramatic effect.

"you’re so dramatic,” Jordan rolls their eyes but a mischievous grin spreads over their lips. “now get up we’re gonna be late.”

“for what?”

“class.” they sit up. a hand coming to settle on your stomach. you don’t move. and neither do they. and in those few seconds, everything feels at peace. “you really are beautiful,” they eventually say before finally getting out of bed.

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Just Relax

Pairings: Jordan Li × fem!reader

Synopsis: Afer hearing about your lack of sleep and energy, Jordan brings over some stuff to help. It turns into a long night.

f!Jordan Li × f!black reader

Everyone knows you to be the one always on edge. Brink always said it was one of your best qualities; it kept you alert. Your friends could disagree, though. Your conversations or encounters almost always consisted of you falling asleep or zoning out. It wasn't the most flattering thing, considering you loved them all dearly, but you couldn't help it.

You had met up with Marie on the way back to your dorm and decided to talk for a bit at the benches.

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N." Marie waved her hand in your face as you stared off into the distance.

"Yeah? What's up?" You blinked, looking at her fully alert now.

"What's up? What's up is your 4 hours of sleep is finally kicking in. Do you wanna grab some food? Coffee?" She suggested with a concerned look plastered across her face.

"Thanks, but I already had 2 cups for the day and I do not need to be shooting fire everywhere because I can't sit still." You chuckled.

"You seriously need to give yourself a break, Y/N." She touched your shoulder. You looked at her with a small smile. Just then, Jordan appeared next to her. You never even saw them walking over here.

"Moreau, Y/L/N." They sat down, their light curls falling on their forehead as they bent over. Marie retracted her arm and smiled over to them. You continued writing notes for your classes.

"You know we don't have finals are anything, right?" Jordan spoke with a hint of confusion in their voice.

"Y/N here just loves being prepared, even if it means losing sleep." Marie spoke, sounding annoyed. Jordan's brows furrowed.

"Props to you, but like why? You could be doing so much other- are you shaking?" They sounded concerned as well. You put your hand under the table.

"No, it's probably just the wind or something. Can we not talk about me for a second, please?" You looked at them. They stared back with petty. Jordan's brows furrowed trying to understand why you were acting lik that. "I'm going to my room." You closed your books and walked back to the dorms.

Jordan was never one to pry or even care for that matter, but they've taken a liking for you as of recently. Of course, they couldn't explain it because they've never thought about it long enough. They wanted to make sure you were okay. Even if it meant prying.

Later that night, you heard a knock just as you finished changing from taking a shower. You walked to the door and pushed it open. Jordan stood in the doorway, their short bob tied into a ponytail with pieces falling onto her nervous face. In their hand, a bag full of stuff.

"Jordan? What are you doing here?" You put your long curly hair into a ponytail and moved out the doorway, letting them in. They stepped in and closed the door behind them.

"Just wanted to bring you some stuff. Marie told me about how you stay up often and don't get a lot of sleep, so there's a couple of protein bars, energy drinks, and asprin in here." They looked at you with a slight smile.

"That's sweet J, thank you. But I promise Marie makes it seem like I'm not functioning." You chuckled, sitting on your bed.

"Debatable, I've seen you spacing out lately. And the circles under your eyes." They tucked their hands in the pockets of their grey sweatpants. Their midriff on display slightly, showing the band of their boxers.

"You have?" You questioned.

"Yeah." They answered. "Maybe I can help you, just relax a bit." They spoke softly.

Your stomach took a turn. You didn't know why, but your mind wandered to the worst places after what they said. Imagining any and everything. You two have had smoke sessions, which led to some playful banter and touchy nights. But it sounded like something completely different just then.

They walked closer to you, making your head tilt up to look at them better.

"Only if you want to, though." They’re voice low. The look in their eyes spoke for themselves. In that moment, you couldn't describe it, but something clicked.

You wanted them.

"Jordan..." You whispered out. Their hand held your chin up as they bent down. Their lips joined yours. It was slow and passionate, but filled with lust. They pulled back. Their eyes searched yours. You could tell they were scared. Scared of what you thought of them like this, scared of what was about to come, scared of what just happened.

"Y/N?" They finally spoke.

You pulled them back into the kiss. Your hands wrapped around their neck, bringing them onto the bed. You were quick to straddle their hips, deepening the kiss. Their hands held your waist on their lap. They broke the kiss again and left a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck. They took your shirt off in a sudden move. You couldn't even process it. It made you giggle a little.

"Lay down." They spoke softly. You obeyed and laid on the soft blankets of your bed. They brought you to the edge by your legs. You sat up on your elbows, observing their moves. They came back to your lips, leaving a sweet kiss. While their tongue did the talking, their hands found their way to your shorts and panties. Which now found refuge on the floor. The cold hitting your wet core cause you to let out a little gasp in between the kiss.

They pulled back. "Just relax, okay?" They held the side of your face. Their expression looked genuine. It wasn't a request. It was a plead.

You only nodded.

They kneeled down to your opening, putting one of your legs over their shoulder. Their soft but cold hands ran along your thigh, soothing you. They planted soft pecks along the inside of your legs, leading to your opening. Their tongue flattened, running up and down your clit. Your breathing hitched with the sudden pressure. Their lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, sucking it.

"Shit, Jordan." You breathed out.

They looked up at you, with their doe brown eyes. You couldn't help but stare back. That was until they added two fingers into you, pumping in and out your core. Your breathing fastened. Your moans became louder.

"Oh my fucking god, Jordan!" You fell back on the bed, grabbing the pillows around you. You felt their lips curl into a smile around you.

"Don't fucking- shit!" You covered your mouth because you were pretty sure Shetty could hear you across the campus. "Don't laugh!" You managed to get out.

They came up, chuckling. Their fingers remained. "Why? You look so beautiful. How does it feel, huh?" They used their free hand to play with your clit again. The pad of their thumb rubbed you softly.

The pleasure built up.

"S-So good- oh my god!" You blurted out.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" Your own breaths got in the way of your speech. Your stomach tied into a knot.

"Let it out, pretty girl." They spoke softly. Their pace quickened, and your legs shook. The knot came undone, and your mind was fuzzy. You released the pillow and let out a heavy breath. Jordan watched you come down from your high with a smirk. You looked up at them.

"What are you smiling about?" You questioned while propping yourself on your elbows. They smiled and bent down and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. It was slow and rewarding.

"You're just so beautiful." They spoke.

They pulled back and got a towel. They cleaned your bed and between your legs from your sweet liquids. You only watched.

"You need to give yourself more credit and take it easy." They said. You threw on a shirt and sat up.

"I know." You responded.

"And get some sleep." They tucked a strand of hair behind their ear. "Do you...want me to stay...with you?" They looked down at the floor and back up at you, waiting for an answer.

"I would love that." You responded.

Their smile was your response as you invited them under the covers with you.

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pairing: Jordan Li x gn!reader warnings: not proofread words: 852 summary: Jordan tends to overwork themselves, good thing they have someone to care for them

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Everyone knew Jordan strived to be the best, to try and get the number one spot on the rankings no matter how unrealistic it might be for them. Yet, this goal to be the best often meant there were times that they neglected their own needs. Going days with next to no sleep, forgetting to drink water or skipping meals in favour of getting work done. In their goal to be the best, they forget to look after themselves.

You had taken notice of the bags forming under their eyes, their sluggish movements and the way they were seemingly zoned out all the time. At first, you didn't mention it, hoping it would just be for a short period of time. You didn't wish to pounce on them with concern for something everyone did now and then when school got tough. But then it continued and only seemed to be getting worse. No longer could you sit by them in worry, watching them get worse and worse.

You knew if you just cornered them out of the blue they would deny it, and get snappy with you before stopping off. They were too proud to admit when they needed help or were not doing their best, believing they could do everything by themselves. While their independence and determination are qualities you admire, they always tended to be a pain in the ass.

That is why you had to be sneaky with it, inviting them to your dorm for a study session when in reality you were going to get them to eat some decent food and sleep for more than a couple of hours. You believed the plan to be foolproof, you'd make the place quite and dark, having soft music playing, snuggle up with them. They would have no choice but to fall asleep.

What you didn't expect was the amount of energy drinks they were consuming on the daily. "What's that?" Looking up from your food, your eyes fall on the drink Jordan had pulled from their bag. Giving you a small glance they hummed before answering. "Redbull." Their answer was short and simple, the confession made your smile turn into a small pout.

"But I made us tea." There was a small attempt to get them to forgo the energy drink in exchange for something with much less caffeine. Though they shook their head at the suggestion "It won't help keep me awake." You could hear the underlying annoyance in their voice that they were trying so hard not to release. Realising you weren't going to get through to them you frowned before going back to studying.

It was only around 20 minutes later when Jordan stood up, heading to the door. "Where you going?" Your voice rang out, eyes moving from the textbook to their figure, confusion in your voice and features. "It's too dark, I can't see shit." You're plan was crumbling at the seams and there was nothing you could do about it without giving it away.

"But I like it like this, don't you think it is cosy?" You attempt to coax them away from the light switch, anything so they would not turn on the big light. Yet, your silent pleas fell on deaf ears and the light was switched on with a scoff from Jordan. Snuggling into the blankets wrapped around you, you could not grow more annoyed with your partner. They were ruining everything you had tried so hard to do without knowing it.

It was getting late, the sun no longer pushing through your closed curtains and sleep began invading your system. You wanted to stay awake, you truly did, but unlike Jordan who was on their second redbull, you had no energy to keep you up. Slowly you began to drift off, head resting on Jordan's shoulder as your eyes droop. You tried to fight it, wanting to stay away from them, but you just couldn't and before you knew it you were asleep.

It only took Jordan a few moments to realise you had fallen asleep. They were glad you were no longer trying to stay awake with them not wishing you to forgo sleep for their sake. Unlike you had thought, they knew exactly what you were doing but were simply too stubborn to let it work. Though now you were asleep there was no reason to pretend they had not been wishing to cuddle up with you and fall asleep.

Moving the textbooks and pen out of the way, Jordan would carefully move you around, hoping not to wake you. With a huff they would move you to your bed, waiting a moment as you snuggled into your pillow before they switched off the lights. Darkness enveloped the room, as Jordan shuffled back to your bed, climbing in to be with you. Their arms pull you to them as they place a kiss on your temple.

"Thank you," Their voice was soft so as to not wake you before they too fell asleep. It seemed your plan did work after all, just not how you envisioned it.

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I don’t mean to overstep but I personally think you should stop answering those disgusting asks from that one anon :/

They’re really disgusting and I think by posting them you’re giving the anon what they want. But I just wanted to give my two cents and I hope you understand where I’m coming from

Sorry if this was rude! I’m just tired of seeing disgusting stuff that this anon says in the gen v and jordan tags :(

I totally understand where you're coming from anon. I only posted this one as the other I deleted didn't seem to stop them from sending it in. Ignoring it didn't work and from what I was seeing some people might've known who the anon was, so in an attempt to get this to stop I was hoping just to block them.

You weren't rude at all anon, don't worry about it