Ahhhh no rush and ik the one Overlord fic was a one shot but I rlly wanna see how things progress with his human pet! I love love love how you write dynamics between characters its so good
♡‧₊˚ overlord x human fem reader 18+
• blue fire — pt. 2 • 1.1k words
-> warnings/tags: minors dni. unhealthy behaviour (c’mon, this is overlord we’re talking about). dubcon, oral, size difference.
sorry this took such a long time to write!! between my break and the writers block i experienced, so many asks collected dust in my inbox LOL. i find overlord kinda tricky to write for, but i hope you enjoy this!!
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The pain shooting up your knees is almost unbearable. You're cold, you're sore, and you're dizzy. You are currently sitting in your cage, your palms planted on the floor in front of you and sitting on your haunches.
Overlord holds the chain of your cage in a loose servo as he meanders down the halls of his ship, causing your prison to sway back and forth.
This is commonplace for you now. The nausea that once riddled you has long been squashed as your body became accustomed to rough treatment. It helps when you close your eyes and focus on taking paced breaths, which you're committed to doing right now.
Overlord's crew utter Cybertronian greetings to their commanding officer as they cross each other in the hall.
Perhaps the cage swinging like this is a blessing, as it makes it hard for anyone else to see how Overlord has decided to dress you. You're in hardly any clothing at all, wearing something that could hardly be considered a bikini, only just covering your nipples and a pathetic strip to keep you decent on your lower half. Graciously, he provided you with a robe. Unfortunately, its sheer material does nothing to give any modesty.
He finally stops walking once he reaches the bridge of the ship. He places his hand against the bio-reader, giving it a few moments before the doors open for him with a hiss. He steps inside, walking down the impossibly long walkway to reach the chair and the control panel.
Lifting your cage, he places you atop the control panel. You go with an oomph as the impact darts up your legs, making your imprisonment even more uncomfortable. Only Overlord would be capable of something like that.
Sharp talons slide the lock of your enclosure before he flicks the door open. It squeaks, and the sound is unpleasant to say the least. Just like the rest of your time since being in Overlord's company.
"Come out, pet," he commands, laying his servo flat in front of the door for you to step into.
You take a deep breath, hoisting yourself up onto your feet with a bit of a struggle. Pins and needles start to nip at your feet, but you do all you can to exit your cage and enter his palm. Sometimes, it feels like the cage he's using to imprison you is actually your biggest safety. It keeps him away from you and builds a barrier for a sweet moment. Walking out of your cage and into his hold is like leaving a sanctuary and throwing yourself into the maw of a rabid beast.
Once you're in his servo, he grabs you with his other servo, wrapping around your middle. You grunt with surprise, but try to remain as composed as you can. Providing him with any kind of reaction often results in him torturing you more.
"Are you frightened of me, pet?" He coos with that sickeningly sweet tone he uses, which you're pretty sure is reserved just for you. His thumb trails down your torso, heeding little regard for how comfortable this is for you.
"What would you prefer?" You dare to ask. One could say you're talking back to him, but your tone harbours no bite.
"I want you afraid," he whispers as his derma peel back to reveal a horrifying smirk.
He brings you to his intake, immediately drawing out his glossa to lick between your legs. The flimsy underwear you have on hardly acts as a barrier, feeling his wet touch intimately. You huff a surprised gasp, trying to remain composed.
"You taste so much better when you're afraid," he admits.
A thought crosses your mind. One that says you're no longer afraid of him, that you've been acquainted with his depraved behaviours for too long to pay it much mind anymore. But you wouldn't voice that out loud. He's unpredictable, and you don't know how far he'd go to instil fear in you once again.
His glossa slips under the seat of your underwear, using it expertly to pull the material down your legs. He bites, pinching the strip of fabric between dangerous dentae.
Your underwear is removed from you, and you're powerless but to watch as he spits them from his intake. He maintains eye contact as he moves back towards your cunt, licking at you again.
You whine in his hold, writhing slightly. His glossa is huge, targeting your little clit in a messy fashion. The insides of your legs rest against his faceplates as he dines on you. It's hard to properly lick you like this, it's more like he's rubbing you against his glossa.
"Master!" You moan, your hands flying to brace yourself against his upper derma. He chuckles lightly, admiring that pitiful look on your face.
These days, 'Master' is your most-used word. You rarely speak anymore, instead following his desires without protest. You're most vocal when he's intimate with you, when he's taking what he selfishly wants. Even then, you're only vocal because you know it pleases him. Whatever pleases him in turn pleases you, as it results in a nicer version of him.
You stifle a whimper. It always feels wrong to make any sounds for him. It's wrong, yet utterly addictive. Nothing can prepare you for the onslaught of his large glossa, licking at you like it's all he knows how to do. Shivers skitter up your spine, your toes curling from how good it feels. His optics glimmer with something sadistic, and you already know you're in for it.
A sharp cry tumbles from you as he sticks the tip of his glossa into your hole, ramming inside all too quickly. You grip harder onto his upper derma, throwing your head back. The stretch stings, but it feels so good that it's bringing you to tears.
His derma envelopes your pelvis, having you seated fully in his intake as he fucks you with his purple glossa. You struggle with how overly sensitive you are, but the pressure only makes him go for more and more. His glossa explores you, enjoying the way you pulse against him.
He's gotten good at this, better than you first thought he'd be. He was always so clueless when it came to your pleasure, instead staying loyal to his hedonistic path of self-pleasure. Over time, he started to enjoy it when you would find pleasure in him. It stroked his ego, you think.
Your first crest of pleasure is so abrupt that it startles you into thoughtlessness. You gasp as your pussy cinches around his glossa, desperately trying to keep him inside. Your body threatens to collapse as you let out a strangled moan, fireworks exploding in your vision.
Awww, but at the same time, you’re weaponizing cuteness to request the absolute worst mech possible 🤣 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️ Overlord is a warning onto himself- seriously he’s not okay at all. Dubc0n, violence, psychological fuckery
Gift
Overlord x Reader
• Leaning against the railing, your heart goes racing at the dizzying drop to the crude arena below. And you have no idea why you do this, hands white-knuckled as you lean out until your breath comes in frantic, scared gasps. Startling when a hand slides up your spine, you shove away from the rail and turn. Skin prickling as he slowly smiles, head tilting. Like he knows you’re afraid he’ll push you someday. “I saw the way you were admiring the victor’s plating,” he purrs and dread settles heavily in the pit of your stomach as he draws you closer. “Did you imagine him coming to your rescue?” He asks, hooking a servo in the leash of his own plating around your neck to tug until you’re forced up on tiptoe and even mass displaced, he’s massive compared to you.
• “No,” you say, eyes meeting his optics. Because you’ve figured out that if you refuse to look at him, he’ll assume you’re lying. He’d been impressed with how quickly you’d figured out the game. You’ve been on your best behavior, so he’s had to create his own entertainment. Had assigned you a personal guard for your safety. Left you alone with the mech, amusing himself with watching you try so hard to ignore your guard. To not acknowledge him in any way. But the other mech had started talking to you. Gotten it into his head that he could steal you and escape. “I have a present for you, but you’ll need to earn it,” he says, easing himself down onto his throne, he rumbles as you walk closer. Insinuating yourself between his spread thighs and sliding your palms against his inner thighs, over his modesty plating.
• Whatever the surprise is, you’re going to hate it. That’s how this game works. Caressing his modesty plating, you feel the panel shift as his spike pressurizes suddenly. “Will I like it?” You ask pretending to play along as you wrap your hands around his spike and climb into his lap. Letting your sheer covering slide off your shoulders, your heart races as his servos ghost over your chest before he’s gripping your leash. ‘You might in time,’ he purrs as you rub yourself against the length of his spike, watching him coil your leash around his servos. Hips rolling, you try to imagine someone else. Anyone else but him. Your personal guard with his hopeful smile. Overlord had made him fight, expecting the mech to lose by pitting him against bigger opponents in unfair matches. And he’d still come out on top. Outsmarting Overlord at his own game while insisting that he’s going to save you.
• You make a breathy noise as you sink down on him, taking his spike deep into your slick heat. Free hand on your waist as you lazily ride him, he wonders if you’re thinking of your new toy. Had been sure that you’d try to frag the mech. Had specifically found one with a handsome face, a soft voice, and an obnoxious sense of justice just for you. Because he’d already planned how he’d punish the mech for trying to touch what’s his. But neither of you had done what he’d expected. And then the mech had the audacity to survive the matches. “Enjoying yourself?” He groans, servos flexing against you. Loves how you look fragging him, eyes hooded and lips parted as you move against him. So breakable looking.
• Trembling as you get close, you slap your hands on his chassis when he tugs at your leash and pulls you off balance so you almost snatch your chin on him. And your skin crawls when he smiles and lifts a hand to snap his servos. He’s still inside you, spike pulsing as you hear the scuff. Head turning against your will to stare at the ruined mech shuffling slowly forward from the shadows, his peds dragging because his optics are gone, his face maimed. Staring as you recognize the color and pattern of the plating, you go cold as the mech keeps shuffling forward, a hand outstretched and a leash extended. But he won. Know if you say that, Overlord will only laugh. “You don’t want your gift?” He asks and you reach to take the leash, fingers trembling as Overlord catches your hips. Snarling and groaning as he moves you on his spike and you hang onto the leash until the metal cuts into your palm, hearing it jingling and pinging as it bounces against the silent mech’s frame.
— You! — You said, looking at Overlord. You recognized him. It was him. The one who had dragged you here like some kind of toy. You pointed a trembling finger at him. Though inside, everything had seized up with anxiety and irritation at being treated this way, as you remembered how you had been calmly walking home when a strange jet had flown up to you and carried you away. He was a robot, for fuck's sake. He could crush you with one finger if he wanted to.
— Why did you kidnap me? — But curiosity got the better of you, and you slowly lowered your hand.
Overlord shifted his gaze to you, lazily turning his helm in your direction.
— Kidnap? — His voice was smooth and low. — Darling, I didn't kidnap you. I found you and picked you up — you were just lying around.
— Lying around?! — Your voice cracked. — I was just walking home when you scooped me up and carried me off! That's funny, right? — Indignation washed over you, and this sadist seemed only to be enjoying your reaction.
Tarn narrowed his red optics, watching you through his mask as if recording every reaction. Deathsaurus was watching you too. They were all watching. Analyzing. You felt their gazes on you.
— Where even am I? — Your voice sounded less steady now. You glanced around the room you were in.
— Peaceful Tyranny. — Tarn answered in that same even, calm voice.
— Oh wow, that clears it right up. — You let out a short laugh, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of your lips, and rolled your eyes. — Peaceful Tyranny? What kind of nonsense is that. What do they even want from you?
— Patience. — Deathsaurus paused, hesitating. — ...What should we call you? — Deathsaurus looked at you.
— Oh, great. Now the robot is asking for my name. Wonderful. Why? Have you decided to keep me as a pet?
— Definitely. — Overlord answered with a smirk, lazily crossing his manipulators over his chest and looking at you.
— Awesome... Well, I've got nothing to lose... y/n.
— Cute. — The phasesixer chuckled, not taking his optics off you.
A couple of seconds passed, and your patience began to demand an answer.
— So are you going to introduce yourselves or not?
— Oh, right — where are my manners? I'm Overlord. — Overlord introduced himself first, pressing a manipulator to his chest. — This is Deathsaurus. — Overlord pointed with his index finger at the bot leaning his back against the wall, then shifted his finger to the bot in the purple mask. — And this is Tarn. I hope you've memorized our names and won't get them mixed up. — Overlord's voice was mocking.
If it's okay can we get a continuation on Wailing Waltz? Feeling like reading something dark themed after all the fluff
🔞 ⚠️ Overlord IS a warning, but gore, violence, depravity
Wailing Waltz Pt 5
Overlord x Reader
• Feeling the weight of the filigreed, metal layers he’s draped you in, you don’t dare complain. Not when he’d made it very clear that it was this or being naked and he’d be fine with either option. Had thought that if you could understand each other, you could reason with him. Get help to find a way home. But there’s no reasoning with him. He’s calculating and cruel like a little boy tearing the wings off insects for the savage delight of watching them slowly die. And you’re pretty sure you’re just a new toy to play with until you break. Heart racing when he returns with another mech in tow and carrying a covered tray, your skin prickles.
• Lips twitching at the obvious trepidation in your eyes, his servos drum on the gilded lid of the tray in his hands. You dare to meet his optics and it’s scintillating. Like you think you’re his equal. Smiling lazily at you, he’d ordered the soldier behind him to find you organic food. A vague enough request that promises failure. Guarantees it. The mech has found some kind of organic creature on a nearby station. Has no idea if the thing on the tray was livestock, someone’s pet, or sentient and he doesn’t really care. Sweeping off the lid, he sets the tray in front of you.
• Recoiling from the thing he’s set down on a gilded tray in front of you with all the pomp and decorum of presenting a gourmet meal, you breathe through your mouth to try and help with the cloying stink of blood. What is that thing? Nauseous at the slick ropes of viscera arranged around the thing, you try not to retch. And he’s watching you, those malicious optics almost gleeful. If you refuse, he’s going to punish you. If you do try to eat whatever that is, you’re going to be sick. He’ll still probably punish you, too. “I can’t eat raw meat,” you manage, glancing at the mech standing slightly behind him, head down. Catching that mech’s hands curl into fists. “I’ll get sick.”
• “How thoughtless,” he says, watching you looking at the mech behind him. “Apologize,” he snarls softly in his own language and you tense, eyes snapping to his. But he’s staring at the mech he’d ordered to find you food. And the other Decepticon’s jaw works, optics flicking from him to you. A shiver of arousal lifting through him when the mech realizes the danger he’s in. What’s this one’s name? Something unremarkable. Boring. Sees the hint of panic in the mech’s optics before he awkwardly drops to a knee, head down. ‘I’m sorry the food isn’t to your tastes,’ he says, the words quick. Afraid.
• Can’t understand what this mech is saying, but you recognize the fear in his expression. Their faces uncannily, almost human. His optics meet your eyes. And Overlord turns and grabs the mech, gripping his head and ripping it free from his body with a casual brutality as you throw up your arms to shield yourself. Feeling something wet spatter you as you tremble and stare in horror as the mech drops to his knees, the body falling over, spasming as Overlord’s head tilts. “What did we learn?” He asks pleasantly and you can’t breathe, can’t speak. Speckled in something glowing. In alien blood as you hyperventilate and he coos at you.
This is just an emergency announcement Revel I made my overlord Mii sad because he got rejected, and I don’t know how to make him feel better I NEED TO COMFORT HIM BUT I DONT KNOW HOW AUGHHHH
Also have these images of him. He loves his dress. It’s the only outfit he has. Tomodachi life is actually addicting
🤣 love the dress- the only way I’ve found to help rejected miis get over it is to send them on vacation. Though watching them mope is kind of hilarious. The current roster of New Cybertron (reverse harem) Island
Mass Displacement Mayhem- Soft AU Pt 2
Overlord x Reader
• “Darling,” he growls and your skin crawls. After he’d gotten swatted like a bug, he’d been out long enough to get him to the dorms without getting bitten. And unfortunately, it had become painfully clear that no one particularly likes your assigned mech. The looks his limp form in your arms had been getting had been enough to make you retreat to your room with him to try and keep him alive. “Free me right now and I’ll be lenient,” he insists and you thumb the volume up on the movie you’d turned on. After using an entire roll of duct tape to attach him to your wall.
• Rumbling as you ignore him, he squirms in the cocoon of sticky tape. “If you don’t free me right now, I won’t make sure you enjoy your punishment,” he croons and you get up. Walk into the other room and he hears you opening drawers. Ignoring him. “Let me go right now. It’s not too late.” What are you up to? You’re smart enough to realize his threats aren’t idle. That he’s going to punish you. Wouldn’t you prefer to at least enjoy it?
• By your estimation, you’re already in over your head. No matter what you do at this point, he’s going to get even for it once he’s back to full size. Walking back into the living room with another roll of pink, glitter duct tape and scissors, you watch his optics narrow. “You’re only here so no one murders you while you’re tiny and helpless,” you say and he rumbles at ‘helpless,’ but you forge on. “Right now, you need me. But that doesn’t mean I have to listen to your threats. You can be good and quietly watch movies or I’ll tape your mouth shut. Your choice.”
• Shuddering as arousal twists through him at the sheer audacity of you, he smirks. “I’m going to adore making you beg me for lenience. Making you scream my name,” he growls and you sigh. And climb up on the couch, pulling a piece of tape loose and cutting it off before pressing it over his mouth. ‘Stuff like that is exactly why you don’t have friends,’ you mutter as he growls, rumbling angrily. Oh, how you’re going to pay for that.
• Have no idea if anyone’s figured out what happened to the Cybertronians to make them pint size, but the first hint of him reverting back to his normal size and you’re throwing him off the balcony. You have no real plan after that, though. Because he’s more than capable of making good on his threats. Trying to ignore his muffled growling, you’re aware that you’re in real trouble. That the best you can hope for is to hide and pray he forgets all about this.
may i ask for more overlord, pretty please? you write him really well. i went completely insane over your last two fics with him.
18+ drabble, minors dni — under the cut
hello hello!! of course <3 i actually find overlord a lil tricky to write for, but i’m glad someone out there likes my work for him 🙂↕️ sorry this isn’t a full fic, i hope this is okay anyway!!
“Why do you always make it my problem when you’ve had a bad day?” You complain as grit your teeth, trying to bear the brutal thrusts from behind. Your hands are firm against the wall in front of you, your hips bent at a slight angle, just enough to give him room to fuck you. Your shorts and underwear are straining around your mid-thighs. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to fully undress you before he leapt into your pussy.
“Because you’re mine to use,” Overlord spits. “And if I believe you’re of more use to me being a fluid dump, then that’s what you’ll be.”
“How charming,” you scoff, your back arching as the pressure of his weighty spike turns your walls to mush.
“You’ve never needed charming,” he grunts, his tone making it evident he is not in a playful mood, “Your job is to heed my wishes, to service my spike whenever I see fit. That is our arrangement.”
He can be so cruel when he’s in a sour mood. To call him pleasant at the best of times would probably be a stretch, but his belittling degradation doesn’t seem as bad when he’s in lighter spirits.
It pains you to admit that even when he’s being a dick, his spike feels godly. It makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you sing for him like you’re preaching gospel. Even when he’s selfishly fucking your pussy like it’s some toy, he still has you cumming around him.
Your back arches further, and you can’t help the desperate moans that leave you. For all his vices, he’s sensational in bed, and that seems to be enough to satisfy you and the dysfunctional dynamic you share with him.
He’s gripping your hips so hard that you’re sure to come up in a ring of bruises in the morning. Fresh bruises to garnish the old ones, a perpetual cycle of shows of ownership.
Ok, hear me out! Overlord trying to actually be gentle during interfacing with his human. He's awful but I wanna see him make an attempt.(◡ ω ◡) He's gonna still do what he does but you know, it's the thought that counts.
Oh dear… 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️
⚠️ coercion and for just Overlord in general. He’s a warning onto himself
Play
Overlord x Reader
• Freezing when you turn and he’s right there, mass displaced and smirking, your skin crawls. Because the only time he mass shifts? When he wants you. “No,” you growl, turning and striding away. “I still have bruises from last time.” But his big hand closes on your upper arm to pull you back as his other arm hooks around you. ‘I can be gentle,’ he croons, lips brushing your ear and you hate that you respond to him. Want to blame it on Stockholm’s, on being trapped with him and dependent on him to survive. He’s awful. Cruel and violent for the sheer, twisted joy of it. ‘Let me be gentle.’ Why does his voice spin you tight? Make you want him.
• Growling as his mouth opens against your delicate throat, there’s always the impulse to bite. To sink his denta deep and he shudders as his spike stirs. Venting against your skin as his mouth opens, his glossa slides against your throat. Feeling the frantic thrill of your pulse. And it’s an effort to press a kiss against you instead of biting. “Let me show you how gentle I can be and I might not kill anyone for a joor,” he coaxes as he pulls your scent in. Can almost taste your heat and need. “Or refuse and I’ll just kill some innocent every breem until you agree.”
• Breath shuddering out of you as his hand slides down your front to split the sheer robe he allows you to wear because it’s easy access and because he delights in punishing anyone for looking at what’s his. Likes to orchestrate scenarios where someone is forced to look at you just so he can have an excuse. “Show me gentle,” you force yourself to say and he strokes you, servos teasing. Eyes closing as he mouths at your throat, you hang onto his wrist, rocking yourself against his hand and shivering when he spears a servo inside you. Thrusting slowly.
• Growling as his spike aches behind his modesty plating, he bends you forward slightly against the safety railing, flipping your robe aside. Releasing his spike to pressurize, you make a soft noise of protest when he pulls his hand away, your own fingers white knuckled where you’re gripping the railing. How many times has he taken you like this? Usually with some scintillating life or death drama playing out below. Fragging you while mechs fight for his amusement, bleed and die in his name. Servos gripping your waist, he slowly buries himself in your slick heat with a groan.
• Breath hitching at the familiar burn of his spike stretching you, his chassis brushes your back and your heart goes racing when your toes leave the ground. Clinging to the railing as he begins lazily thrusting inside you and you hang over that deadly drop. Knowing that with his mercurial moods, someday he might bore of this game. Might rut against you until he’s finished and then let you fall. Or push you while laughing. “My sweet, trusting little pet,” he growls, servos bruising on your hips as he claims you. And you hate him. Love him. Need him even as he disgusts you. Gasping his name as you heat, you know he’s slowly ruining you. Making a monster just like himself, one that can’t get off without a little violence or the threat of it.
Overlord, Dragon Ball, RWBY men | 18+ obviously lol
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Overlord Men
Demiurge
“My what beautiful noises you make, and all from just teasing this slit of yours? Humans are quite sensitive.”
Pandora’s Actor
“Yes! I’ll keep pleasing my delicate flower forever and ever! I’ll do whatever you ask, darling! Just say the word.”
Brain Ungluas
“I love a woman who’s got some curves and folds to her. Gods this ass is heaven…”
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Dragon Ball Men
Piccolo
“Tch! I-I’ve never done this before. Your assets have gotten bigger and more prominent…let me know how I’m doing, I’ll be careful.”
Yamcha
“Man I needed this after baseball practice. I could never get tired of seeing this ass. Oh gods you taste amazing too! Will do this again, right? Right?”
Gohan
“You feel so good, dear! You’re ok right? I’ll be careful and gentle. Gosh this is a-amazing!”
King Cold
“Stay still, unless you want me to continue teasing this pathetic wet slit of yours all night. Now, let me spread and stretch you further for my tongue.”
Cooler
*grips his claws further into your thighs and chuckles darkly* “mmm I’m going to enjoy making you squirm as I devour this delicious core of yours, human!”
Lord Beerus
“Hm? I suppose you taste sweet enough to satisfy my hunger, human. You’re quite squishy and sensitive too. I could pinch this ass all day.”
Lord Champa
“Yum! I’ve been waiting for dinner for too long! This pussy always satisfies my hunger!” * he drools*
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RWBY Men
Qrow Branwen
“Fuck! I think I’d happily get pussy drunk for you! Just keep making those prettier moans for me, yea? Fuck this ass feels good in my hands too!”
Taiyang Xiao-Long
“Gods what a view! Man, I think we both needed this. Looks like this pretty ass needs some relief. I’ll gladly help.”
Sun Wukong
“Whoa! Your ass looks great! Of course I’d do anything to help you feel good. You don’t mind if I squeeze ‘em every once in a while, right? Unless you don’t want that! I totally respect the booty!”
Roman Torchwick
“Just let loose and let my silver tongue work it’s magic, baby..fuuuck I’m gonna enjoy this view.”
Hazel Rainart
“You feel pent up. Mind if take the edge off you? Mmm your body will feel much better soon, just lay down on your stomach and let me take care of this gorgeous body of yours.”
