#genderfluid reader

A harsh retort falls from your lips, calling him out on barely being alive. Over time, these jabs have grown crueler and crueler. Still you stumble back together, whether by fate or loneliness. Now as you stand in the rain, a particularly bad fight from yesterday lingering in your mind, you wonder why you bothered to go to NRC to begin with. It is a prestigious school, but since your friendship with Vil is already so strained, you cannot help from wondering whether it was such a good idea after all. Being stuck on the past lights a flare of irritation within you; forgetting should be easier. 

A choked sob snaps you out of your thoughts. You blink, having thought you were alone. Much to your shock, you find Vil sitting in the mud with dirtied clothes.  

"What are you doing here?" 

"None of your concern, potato." He wipes his eyes, but it is not as if you could have discerned tears from the raindrops anyway. His makeup remains smeared nonetheless. "I was meant to search for potion ingredients before the rainstorm, then I fell. Not as if you could understand why I'm in such disarray." 

"I guess that's true." For a while you stand in silence as he collects himself. Wondering how you could distract him from this, you smirk. "Hey, I got an idea. How about we have a good old mud-fight, like we used to?" 

His nose scrunches in repulsion. "Have you lost your mind?! There's no world in which I'd partake in such nonsense!" 

"Your makeup and clothes are already ruined, aren't they?" You chuckle, offering your hand to him. "C'mon, be alive with me for today, won't you?" 

He stands muddied in the pouring rain. His purple, painted lips hang open in utter bewilderment. No words fall out as he gapes like a fish out of water before he finally sighs. Expensive robes shift as his shoulders relax. Your brows raise in surprise and excitement as his manicured hand reached toward yours. 

You pull him in, then immediately slather mud over his cheek. He seethes as you dart backwards with a cheeky grin. Thus begins a familiar back and forth of hiding and striking. Eventually, he gets the better of you and puts a stop to the game. Vil pins you to the dirt, gold and violet, wet locks of hair framing your face.

Your breath catches in your throat, he looks like a masterpiece as usual. Face heating up, you avert your gaze. He picks up on your mental absence. "What is it, potato? Had your fun already?" 

His breathing is the one to pause as you brush a strand of his muddied blonde hair out of his face. Absolutely enamored by his presence, you realize you have not looked at him like this in a while. "You really do work yourself to the bone. I've been... worried. As of late it seems like it's gotten a lot worse." 

"I don't want you to lose yourself because you feel like you aren't doing enough. I know the standards you hold yourself to. Though I... admire it, I can tell you're tired, mentally." 

"Your worrying may be sweet, though it is unnecessary. I can take care of myself, thank you very much." 

"I know. I just... miss this. I miss moments where everything didn't need to be picture perfect." 

He falls silent for a while. You get up when he indicates he is going to stand. About to turn away, you are suddenly tugged back. 

"I'm not letting you slip away this time." He grabs your wrist with a so firm it surprises the both of you, acrylics unintentionally digging into the skin. He offers no apology aside from an ashamed look cast to the side before locking eyes with yours again. "I entertained your immature desires for once. You will partake in what I wish to do now." 

You sigh, but agree to his demand. For the most part the both of you remain awkwardly silent as he washes your hair and cleans your face. The bath was relaxing, but your eyes avoid each mirror. You enjoy being around him, but cannot stand seeing yourself next to him. Only when he sits you down to remove your face mask does he talk again. 

"It isn't only due to keeping up appearances that I enjoy taking care of my own. I find it enjoyable and relaxing." 

"Each to their own," you mutter.

"Perhaps in terms of makeup, but it shouldn't be with self-care." 

"What do you mean? I do take care of myself." 

"Barely." He scoffs. "You always assume no one could see you as beautiful. That's why you let yourself rot, and you refuse any help. It's infuriating to watch such potential go to waste, you foolish thing." 

"Compared to you, what am I?" You huff. He pauses as you continue. 

"You're an actor, a model, a celebrity. You have been long before we reached adulthood. All these years I've watched you become more and more."

Taking in a breath, your chest weighs heavy as your frown deepens. "I know I should be happy... inspired, but nothing I try ever works or sticks. I can't become anything... so at least I can be happy and take it easy." 

"That sort of perspective is precisely why you stay stuck in place." He grabs you by the chin, squishing your cheeks. "You claim to be happy? Oh please, you may be free but 'happy' is not a word I would describe you with." 

You blink before he forces you to face the mirror you have avoided. "Look at yourself. All I did was clean out your hair and moisturize your face." 

You barely recognize yourself, reflection glowing with beauty. Eventually you chuckle, which turns into a short laugh, "...we should have had this conversation a while ago." 

"I must agree. Though I take it this means we understand one another better now?" 

"It does. Thank you for inviting me. I'm sorry for yesterday... and everything before that." 

"Likewise. I will be more considerate of your feelings in the future as well." 

"Pinky promise?" You hold out your finger with a goofy grin. 

That's no big deal, no pressure at all! He lies to himself as he chews on his neon blue lips. If he had known he would be entering a final boss level battle sequence today, he would have prepared much better. His armor- a hoodie and sweatpants- would be replaced with much more appealing clothes. He would have bothered to do something about his hair- to up his charisma stat of course- and cleaned his room thoroughly. 

Still there is no use in fussing over that now. He tried to do some damage control at first when you disappeared into his closet, only to flush when you came back and teased him for it. Sure, you assured him you did not mind, that your room was somehow worse, but none of that could ease his racing heart. He breathes in as he recalls all the clothes you have worn- suits, dresses, armor- all of them looked incredible. How is he meant to help you choose when any of the stunning combinations freeze him in place? 

If only this were a simple dress-up game, he could speak his mind with ease. Instead he stutters and mumbles, barely even getting out a fragment of the praise he wishes he could give. You must be a shapeshifter or some kind of seducer, looking that good in some many different styles is so unfair it should be illegal. A familiar, lovely voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He blue-screens. 

"Alright, this is the last one, like I said. What do you think, Idia?" You step out, now in the sweetest, most detailed maid dress he has ever seen. 

His defenses go down and you land a direct blow right in the middle of his hit-box. This attack must have been the type to earn bonus damage from body-shots rather than head-shots. What a rare and tricky move, he needs to find a counter and fast! 

Unfortunately, he never applied too many stat points to speed or charisma. You glance away from the mirror to look over your shoulder and blow him a kiss. It's a one-hit K.O!

He flushes, jumping and falling back onto his bed. As you rush over to check on him, he averts his gaze the best he can. "Idia, are you alright? Are you sure you're feeling well? I could get you something if you want me to." 

"Sorry... I overestimated my gear and stats. I'm way under-leveled for this..." he trails off, totally out of it, covering his face with his blue sleeve. Wearing a maid dress and asking him something like that is just way too cruel. Your motives may be pure but his heart is not, and he cannot decide whether he prefers this or the butler suit. 

What a horrible choice he was for helping to pick a costume. You must regret asking him now. Actually, you have to be regretting ever meeting him in person at all. In game he always made you laugh, bantered back and forth, kept up with you. He can barely speak like this, and you had to have realized by now how lame he is. 

In moments, against what he himself wants, he ushers you out of his room. He starts off muttering, speech getting faster the longer he stands in the doorway. "Yeah... I'm really not feeling well. I'm gonna have Ortho check on me, so don't worry about it. TTYL and all, Gloomurai logging off!" 

He slams the door shut, then slides against it. Face burning up from embarrassment, he runs his bony fingers over it. Great, he has blown it again. IRL interactions are such a pain to deal with. 

Even so, he cannot get out the images of you in those different costumes out of his head. With a wistful sigh, he equips a pencil and pulls his notebook from his inventory. Sketching what he has seen should distract him at least. If he gets the details down perfectly now, he can remember your beauty later. He pauses at the thought, then erupts in pink again. 

Covering his mouth, he shuts his golden eyes. He really has got it bad, doesn't he? According to all the data he has gathered on relationships, by now you should be disgusted, at the very least put off by his demeanor. However, against all odds, you keep on coming back. You tell him not to worry, but how could he not? 

“My poor, sweet boy,” Joel coos. His southern twang feeling like a soothing balm being massaged into your aching muscles. Afternoon sun filters through your bedroom window as the two of you lay together. He has one arm around your shoulder and his other hand is gently rubbing your belly. Aching and fatigued, you groan weakly.

“I know, baby, I know..” He murmurs softly, his tone of voice conveying his deep adoration of you, and lightly kisses your forehead.

You move your own hand down to your belly and close your fingers over the top of his. Joel just thinks you want to hold his hand. “You’re so cu— oh.” He’s pleasantly surprised as you guide his hand down your shorts, slightly rough fingertips meeting the soft skin below your underwear. “Mm.. I see..”

Joel shifts onto his side, regarding you with a cheeky smirk as he gets more and more into it. “My baby wants attention elsewhere.” He traces light circles near where you want him, intent on teasing a little first.

You huff. “Joel..” You whine.

You’re tired, everything hurts, all you wanna do is orgasm and then sleep and he’s teasing you?

He snickers a little. “Okay, okay.” He shifts a little, his hand going further down your underwear, thick fingers tentatively brushing against your entrance. “You’re right. That was kinda mean.”

You let out a small gasp as his thumb grazes your clit. His smile grows. You wouldn’t think it just from looking at him but Joel is such a giver. He gets immense pleasure from making you feel good. Nothing gets his dick hard quite like seeing what pretty little sounds he can draw out of you.

“Yeah?” He asks, putting a little more pressure on your clit. “Right there, baby?”

You nod with a soft whimper.

“Yeah.. Thought so. All those hormones. Your juicy, perfect boycunt must be aching for me.”

You nod hastily, your voice all breathy. “It is, it is. P-please, please..”

“Shh, shh.” He soothes as he brings his other hand, from around your shoulder, over to your hair and gently rakes his fingers through it. “I know. I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”

You smile, relieved. If there’s one thing you know about Joel, it’s that he’s always true to his word.

Huge green hands clasp around your waist and pull you closer. “Are you saying you want me?” A deep and sultry voice coaxed a shiver to run down your spine. His seductive tone was like sparks near a tank full of gasoline. 

“That is more or less what I said,” you whispered against his sleek skin. You shifted to get more comfortable in his lap. A grin stretched over your flushed face. “You’re so big… I assume that is everywhere the case.” 

A rumbling chuckle vibrated through his broad frame. You could feel it in your most intimate parts. “You’re so naughty”, he teased. When your eyes met his chocolate orbs, you could see the hint of playfulness glistening within those pools of mud. “But you are right. I am big everywhere.” 

The confirmation did not help dousing the flames of passion that came to life within you. You leaned in again to kiss his cheek and whisper against his flesh. “Your ears… they look sensitive…” You reached up and traced a teasing finger along one of the protrusions. The hitch in his breath confirmed your suspicions. “They are one of your erogenous zones, aren’t they?” You touched the cartilage more boldly, running your fingers from the base to the tip.You dipped your finger in just a little. Your ministrations were met with a deep growl and a growing mound under your hips. 

“Yeah they are…” Shrek took a deep sigh. “That feels good…” You grin and reach up with both hands now, rubbing and toying with his ears. The ogre under you groans deeply in response to your nimble fingers playing with him. After a while, you can see Shrek gritting his teeth. “Shit, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he groans. You grin and tighten your grip on his ears. You give them a soft, experimental tug. “Fuck!” Shrek cried out as his cock jerks inside his pants and a wet spot grows underneath you. The smell of onions fills the room and you can feel the increasing pool of cum soak through both your clothes. You keep playing with his ears, mesmerised by the intense reaction he has to it. You only stop once large hands grab onto your wrists and pull your hands away. 

Shrek is panting, his eyes staring lasciviously into yours. You smile triumphantly and crane your neck to kiss him. “I can only imagine how much you’ll cum inside of me when I tug on your ears while we fuck.” Shrek growls against your lips. His cock is growing under you again as he devours your mouth. You grope his manboobs as you make out with his sizable mouth. You could feel his hands on your ass, squeezing and groping your cake. 

“I may not fit inside of you,” he warned, unknowing how much that turned you on. “Maybe with some practice, but unlikely today.” He sounded concerned and you were having none of that. 

“Then train me to take it. Spread me on your huge fingers until I can take you big fat ogre cock.” Shrek’s grip on your ass tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath. He hummed in approval and lifted you up. He unceremoniously put you on his bed and started ripping your clothes off like a wild animal in heat. 

After treating you like a present made to be unwrapped, he admired your naked form. “That’s gorgeous,” he sighed as if he was out of breath. I guess you could say he thought of you as breathtaking. A little glance down left little to the imagination as that gigantic ogre dong formed a giant tent in Shrek’s trousers. He leaned over you to grab the lube from his night stand. With a single finger he spread it over your hole. You grinded against his finger, sighing at the pleasure of your body rubbing against his, his rough, calloused fingers providing the perfect friction against your arousal. “Relax for me,” Shrek whispered, before pushing the tip of a single finger inside you. 

A moan escaped your lips as his large finger entered you. “Fuck, one of your fingers is almost the size of the average human cock.” Shrek chuckled at your assessment and slowly started pumping his finger in and out of you. The stretch was fine, but Shrek’s cock was easily the width of two or even three of Shrek’s fingers and right now you had no idea how you were going to fit that inside of you. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to take your cock…” 

Shrek kissed your face tenderly. “I don’t know either. You’re so tight around my finger, but we don’t have to go all the way today. We can wait until you are ready.” He then let another finger slip inside you. You whimpered as the two digits entered you. A pained moan escaped you when he started scissoring those two meatsticks apart. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, just bear with it for a bit, ok?” Shrek caressed your hair as he kept testing the limits of your body with his meaty fingers. He pours more lube and the cold liquid feels like a blessing. You slowly relax as the pain fades and all you can feel is the delicious, pleasurable stretch of green inside you. “Good job, little one, you’re taking it so well now.” His lips soothe the tension between your brows, coax your whole face to relax with the lightest brush. “That’s it, give yourself over to the feeling,” he mutters as his kisses trail down your body. 

You gasped as you could feel his muscular tongue running over your most sensitive spots. His lips wrapped around it, sucking strongly as his fingers worked you open. Curses poured like a waterfall over your lips as your impending orgasm came closer and closer. Shrek made a comment about your juices that fell onto deaf ears. You could only hear your body sing with pleasure as those swamp-trained digits massaged your inner walls. “Give me a third. I can take it. Please…”

Shrek seemed hesitant, but fulfilled your request anyway. A deep guttural moan escaped you as that third finger entered your stretched hole. “Breathe through it,” Shrek gently instructed as his tongue played with you, while his fingers split you in two or maybe even three. Between licks and nips, praises flew out of his mouth, filling you with more than just his fingers. Warmth pooled in your body as he made you feel good both physically and mentally. “Cum for me,” came the gentle instruction from between your legs. 

It was like your body had been waiting for it. A sharp breath later your body was tensing up and Shrek hummed while he lapped up your cream. His fingers split you open until your orgasm has been milked out and you were begging him to stop. He pulled them out and stuck them into his mouth. A grin spread over his face as his chestnut eyes locked onto yours. His fingers were pulled from his mouth with a loud pop. The ogre licked his lips without looking away. “Delicious.”

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REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR FANFIC WRITERS

You can sense him thinking about all the wonderful luck and prosperity that has befallen him since you came into his life; his physical transformation, his popularity, his charm, his wealth...

His eyes open tentatively and, seeing you gazing at him in such a lovely form he can't help but blush again.

"What...what will you do to me?" Prihyom whimpers, fear fills his voice, but his body betrays him, you can feel heat and tension building... elsewhere in him...you smile again and he knows you are well aware of his conflicting feelings.

"Oh I think you already know what I will do with you, don't you?" You push your body up against his, letting him feel the soft curves of your human form. You slid one hand under his shirt and up his chest, allowing a single claw to manifest itself, making a thin scratch into his skin, just enough to sting a bit, not enough to draw blood...yet...

Prihyom yelps, his breathing growing erratic again as you press his body into the bed underneath you, listening to his racing heart, feeling the heat radiating from his groin against yours. You twirl a finger into his hair and lock eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze has him hypnotized. Slowly you bring your lips to his and kiss him softly, savoring his taste again and again with small, sensual kisses that leave him breathless.

Sitting up you staddle his body between your thighs, and with a flick of your wrist all clothes are gone, nothing between your skin and his but air and heat. Prihyom nearly hyperventilates, taking in the entirety of your human form and you allow yourself a little giggle of pride for creating such an alluring physical shape after so many years of not having made one at all!

"You like what you see? I fashioned it just for you!"

You grab his limp hands, still paralyzed by your power, and guide them along the soft skin of your thighs, up your stomach and chest, pausing to hold them against your ample breasts. Prihyom moans, able to feel everything and not able to so much as twitch a finger. You delight in his helplessness, sliding his fingers gently along your nipples. It feels so good you grind your hips down against his body and hear him gasp and moan. Watching his face fill with desire as you lick and suck his finger, feeling his need as a growing firmness where your body and his meet. You lean down to kiss him deeply, his tongue meeting yours eagerly now. You devour his mouth in yours, drinking in his growing lust for you as a fine wine. Freeing him from the paralysis just enough to indulge him, Prihyom instantly wraps his arms around you and bucks his hips upward trying to bring the warm hollow of your body against his hard shaft. You immobilize his body completely again and laugh at his groaned frustration.

Now, you shift your form just a bit, and using your whip-like prehensile tail you firmly pin his arms above his head as your demon tongue lashes against his neck and slides downward, licking and tickling at the inner fold of his arms until he squeals, then flicking around his nipples making him whine nervously. You tease and suck his nipples until they are hard little nubs.

You know exactly what he wants, as you move lower on his body, feeling his muscles tense under the paralysis hold you still have on him and when your long, thick tongue begins to wrap around the hardened, aching shaft of his desire, Prihyom lets out a deep moan. You swallow his whole member with ease and swirl your tongue around and over the sensitive tip. Wanting to feed deeply upon his lust you again release your hold on his body and he is immediately thrusting desperately into your throat, his hands struggling against the strength of your tail. Your extra long tongue slurps the whole length of his shaft and curls down towards the more tender organs below. You can feel his legs trembling, his muscles tensing as he nears the peak, glancing up you watch his eyes roll back, his breathing all but stopped as he loses himself in ecstasy. You can taste him, swallowing his very essence, you drink in his vitality and feel it stoke your power like coal in a furnace.

As his body goes limp from expending himself you quickly flip him over, burying his face in the bed. Allowing yourself to partially revert to your demonic form you grab his hips in your large scaled hands, drawing a yelp from him as you plunge your huge tongue deep into his most intimate hole. He is howling like a madman while you tongue fuck him, your drool dripping down between his cheeks gripped tight in your claws. You feel him loosening up, thrusting himself back onto your tongue with eager abandon, chasing the wild throbbing feeling of your tongue stimulating his g-spot. You quickly draw back, making him whimper, loudly needy. As you position your even larger demonic appendage between his dripping wet cheeks, you pause, letting him feel the size difference of your monstrous phallus. Before he can turn or struggle you grip his hair and shove him down into the bed, thrusting yourself deep into his body at the same time. The mattress muffles his wailing as you slide your wickedly barbed shaft in and out of his tight hole, his muscles spasm, squeezing you so tight you stop moving and just enjoy the feel of his body struggling underneath you. Controlling the tip of your phallic appendage as easily as you could your finger or tongue, you find his sweet spot again and apply pressure to it as you grind your hips into his backside. It's all too much for Prihyom, he screams into his bed, his body shuddering as he cums again. The way his body clenches around your shaft as he bucks in ecstasy sends you over the edge as well. A terrifying roar bursts from your chest as you cum with him, your claws grip his skin too tightly, drawing blood in 5 fierce lines across his thighs. You fill his hole with your hot load and collapse atop him, nearly crushing him with your demon form. Panting and breathless you still manage to keep some sense and bring your body back to your smaller human form, but keep your demon phallus buried deep in him for a moment longer.

When you finally release him and roll off his back he is so silent you fear for a second you might have suffocated him! But then he too rolls over gasping for air, tears in his eyes. His beautiful hair is a tangled mess and his gorgeous face is red and marked from being shoved into the bed. You grab his shoulder firmly and pull him into an embrace, smattering his face with kisses.

"Is...our partnership... maintained...?" Prihyom gasps out. A deep rumbling laughter vibrates inside you.

"Yes indeed my sweet." You cradle him in your arms, despite your current smaller form your presence envelopes him completely, holding him as physically as your paralysis had. You stroke his hair mindlessly, listening to his breathing slow, thinking he has fallen asleep.

"You are frightening...and incredible...I...I like our... partnership..." He sleepily mumbles into your arms.

You chuckle softly, caressing his face.

You suddenly feel his hand on your lower appendage, still in demon form. He thumbs the barbs and bumps, all soft and limp now.