• “Dearest, I wouldn’t dream of biting you again. You can let me out.” Uh huh. Dragging the plastic thirty gallon trash can you’d stuck him in after he’d bit you the second time, you’re not about to fall for that. Not again. Though you’re not really sure what to do with him now. “I just got so excited.” As awful as he is, you can’t just leave him wandering around and pint sized, either. Not when it’s open season on Cybertronians.
• Hand braced against the side of the can you’ve imprisoned him in, he smiles up at you. Can catch glimpses of you when you tip the can to check on him. “You’re just a little asshole,” you counter, giving him attitude to make him shudder in delight. Don’t you realize he’s going to punish you for this later? Servos flexing, his smile widens and you frown down at him. “That’s not a compliment.”
• “You’re so very cruel to me,” he growls, voice deepening to an almost groan that makes you very uncomfortable. Why’d you have to get a weird one? “I’m going to have to break you of that,” he croons. “And it’s going to be a delight,” he snarls pressing a hand to his chassis and then sliding it down. Jaw clenching, you seriously consider rattling him around in there by shaking the can.
• “You’d have more friends if you didn’t say stuff like that,” you mutter to make him chuckle. So brave now that you think you’re in control. Can’t wait to see how smug you are when he’s back to normal. ‘I’m going to give you one more chance to pick me up,’ he says and he reaches up his hands when you look in at him. ‘Be a good future conjunx.’ And your eyes narrow before you look away. “Don’t make me regret not putting the lid on,” you say.
• Why are you even trying to protect this lunatic? He honestly scares you most of the time. Seems to only have two modes and unfortunately those are horny or violent. Or an unsettling combination of both. “I’m going to tie you up when I’m back to normal. Give you a reason to complain about me biting you when I leave little love bites all over you. I’ll make you beg for them.” And you inhale slowly before shaking the crap out of the can, shoulders hunching at his furious alien noises. Going still when you hear the sound of him transforming and the whine of turbines, you try to remember what he turns into as dread makes you tense. Because you’re pretty sure the asshole can fly.
(I have more memes cooking up, like you, Xay and Muletai give me a push to draw bots, I swear I haaate drawing bots and have never drawn bots till last month, but when you guys cooked, I'm like this shit is so good I have to fucking draw this.)
OH MY GOD OH MY PRIMUS OH MY RUNGGGGGGGGGGGG
I LOVE THEM WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! Ough you have to tell me how to draw them without wanting to cry from the details.
"Rescue Mission" HA! Perfect, we all know nobody is getting rescued by their aft. Probably even faked one to make you call them good mechs and get a delicious reward.
And AWEEE RUNG BABY!! He deserved to be coddled, the real good mech between the three of them. Can't do anything wrong!!!
I do love your military/officer (?) Y/N though, perfect addition ngl
Hii, I have a request and if you don't like it please just ignore the request, can i get a story for overlord from mtmte with a female cybertronian reader who is a very good fighter and she defeated overlord in a fight and hi become obsessed with her, but in a romantic way " as romantic as overlord evil ass can be😭", anyways thank you 💋
[IDW] ♡ "FIGHT ME AGAIN~" Overlord
now i don't do gendered, all my works are strictly gn cause i write in second person anon :C but nonetheless, i am more than happy to write something with overlord.
scenario: he loves strength and you might be the strongest he's met
warnings: this is overlord. violence. non-con touching. suggestive themes. he's sadomasochistic. reader is partially insane.
note: pls mention faction next time. going to have a LOT of typos.
the aftermath onboard LL
— Overlord can't forget you even if he tried, he remembers it all too well. That humiliating day, he'd underestimated you severely and paid the price. But looking back on it, he is glad it happened...
"Tsk. All that talk and nothing to show for it..." You mutter, your optics looking down at him with a smile and it makes him feel a certain kind of way- Overlord's vents struggle to regulate his frame with how fluids have filled the vent chambers his internals are damaged, fuel lines leaking out energon as he wheezes, frame beginning to overheat but you don't seem to take any pity on him.
"..." Something in your face changes, your smile dropping— The crowd around you cheering you on as your fierce battle has reached its climax. Your demeanour shifts as the crowd tries to stoke you on; "Finish him!", "Cut the slagger up!", "What are you waiting for!?"... The chants seem to irritate you with the way your derma twitches. Overlord chuckles, the energon dripping down his chin guard in the form of a thin stream.
You're pretty beat up yourself, he can tell with how you're struggling to lift the sword up. He managed to damage your pauldrons, the hydraulics of your shoulder joint struggling to support the weight of your broad sword. Your frame blocks out the light of the arena, a fine shadow cast over your face. You raise your sword with effort, his reign of terror in this Pit comes to an end... Is what he thought would happen but...
You just threw the sword away and took a step back. Disdain on your facing showing as you look up to face the booing crowd.
"If I finish him off, how the frag am I going to get to beat his aft again???" You ask with a snarl. Your question makes the crowd go silent and Overlord himself is... confused?
"'M a fighter, sparkdamnit! Who am I going to fight if all my worthy opponents are dead???" You cock an optical ridge as you question them, your dermas scrunching up while you place your servos on your hip struts.
"He's the only one in this pitiful roster to give me a smidgen of a challenge." You turn to look at him, the resolve evident. You don't seem to care about the sponsors or the viewers. You're a real fighter. You came here to fight because its your passion. This realization makes Overlord's optics darken.
"You think I need your-" His intake vents sputter, more fluids being spat out by Overlord as he struggles to vocalize. "You... Think I need your pity?" He laughs, how audacious of you. How dare you belittle him like this? Who do you think you are? The sheer hate he has for you shining in his optics, you've given him one of his most humiliating failures yet— Even comparable to the one Megatron gave him. You're the cause of his ignominy and Overlord is sure that he can never forget this.
But your response, it makes all that fade away
You lean down to his battered & defeated frame with a smile on your face, your denta flashing him while your servos grip his face so that you'll look right at you, saying those words that'll stick with him forever:
"Nah, I just want you to come fight me again when you get stronger."
— He remembers that moment, how his red optics widened a bit. The sheer proximity of your frame, the way the crowds booing was all blurred out in his processor as he solely focused on to your retreating figure, claiming your victory over him. Physically and maybe even mentally.
— Overlord was... Never the same after that. He remembers how he would wait, anticipating the next time he'd get to fight with you in the gladiatorial pits. His pedes tapping the ground, just waiting so he could put his servos on you again. You fought for the sake of fighting and Overlord loved that. He craved your recognition. To a point where he'd seek you outside of the pits for a chance to squabble up with you even if almost every single one of his matches with you ended in either a draw or you winning.
You sip your energon from a straw, holding the cube in one servo as you look at the eager mech, asking for another match with you. Overlord waits, that gleam of excitement shining in his red optics when you finally put the cube down, wiping away the energon residual on your derma with the back of your servo.
"Another match? I just beat your aft yesterday..." You mutter, raising an optical ridge. Now, Overlord knows that you love getting a chance to fight but right now, with how frequently he approaches you, you seem to be getting a little confused.
"Why not? What if luck's on my side this time?" He asks, taking a step closer to you and you laugh at that.
"Hah! I doubt that. You either really like losing or you're some kind of masochist." You mutter out, amused by his hope. He snickers at the masochist comment. Oh, only if you knew...
— It sort of becomes routine, the two of you are very intense sparring partners to say the least. And with every single match, he's learning a lot more about your move-set and even using them against you. Overlord is improving. He thinks of this as a major benefit when he gets that rematch he's been begging for against Megatron.
— Another... far superior benefit is the fact he gets to be so close to you in these fights. His servos get to grip your sides and hips, dent them, look at you from below when you pin him down and your face is splattered with energon... The rare chances when he gets to pin you down beneath him, watching you squirm as you pant, your frame glistening with patches of the mix of both your energon. It has charge sweeping down to his panels.
— He's a keen spectator of your fights too! Not really cheering you on but observing your movements and skill. Occasionally ogling at your face when you have that smug smile plastered on it. Oh, how he wished he got a chance to break it...
— Primus, its kind of pathetic how willing he is to get battered just to see you like that. It gets to a point where every punch from you feels like bliss, as if he's met his truest equal. His one and only. Overlord invades your personal space more often, even getting a little touchy with you. Taking any moment he can in a fight to feel you up.
— He loves holding your weapons. Overlord is far from a romantic but he's obsessed. Your EM field, your scent, your charm... He wants all of you to himself.
— Unfortunately, Overlord's fantasies of getting to spar with you forever come to a sharp, sudden halt when the war breaks out and the two of you have your differences.
Overlord joined the Decepticons, and really thought that you would do as well. Overlord needed that rematch with Megatron and the promise of getting stronger through some 'Phase Sixer' experiment was all too tempting for him.
But you? "War isn't my thing. I don't take orders from anyone, whether its Prime or Megs." Was your stance. Overlord shared a similar sentiment but-! Don't you want to be stronger? Get a chance to fight all sorts of opponents?
Overlord tried everything he can to convince you but you stood firm on your decision like a rock. It almost made him short a fuse. He wanted you beside him! Frag, if you were an Autobot, at least he'd get to fight you on the daily! And maybe even get to keep you as a captive... He bites down on his lower derma, indulging himself with his fantasies.
— Vorns had passed since he'd last seen you, and the times he did get to, you were a neutral and the Decepticon code forbade him from ever interacting with you... Frag, he hates to admit it but you had a point about the whole rules and commands thing. Overlord partially regrets not running off with you but then he get an entire planet worth of creatures to dispose of and he goes back to being content with his choice.
— Oh but the yearning, the need to feel your fist on his face again, the way he's roughly hold onto you when grappling, all those memories makes a part of him genuinely miss you. Overlord might lose it even more if he doesn't get to see you again.
— Which is why, when he woke up in the Lost Light and started his rampage, right when he was about to crush that ugly blue minibot under his heel; he saw you casually walking by the hall and not even sparing him as much as a glance. Overlord literally froze, his processor slowly recognizing you.
— The moment he realizes that it is in fact you and not another one of his misleading daydreams of you, he quite literally ignores the minibot and immediately guns after you, running down the hall and ignoring every other mech. His optics are locked on you.
The thumping of metal against metal makes your audial fins perk up, someone was running your way? You're happily sipping on some refined energon you got out of Swerve's... Man, if you knew that the Autobots could brew like this, you might've joined them wayyy sooner. Sipping carefree out from a straw. To Overlord's optics, you either didn't pay attention to the emergency alarm or you just don't really care that Overlord is here.
The thumping reaches its loudest, right behind you. The deranged mech thinks he has a chance, quickly trying to pounce at you and pin you down before you look back and see him.
"Tch! You really think you can sneak up on me!?" You quickly dodge, moving away right before his servos would hold you and the sheer force with which he crashes face first into the ground makes him grunt. His frame sliding across the ship floor with a metallic screech until his backstruts hits the wall, making him groan.
"...Someone's excited to see me." Yes, he was. Maybe a little too excited. Your voice and lack of any weariness confirms that it really is you.
"Can you blame me? You left without even saying goodbye..." He grabs onto his helm, the harsh impact making throwing his equilibrium off balance. Overlord manages to stand up regardless, a wild smile wide across his face as he scans you up and down, you haven't changed too much... Meanwhile, you look a little surprised at how much he's changed. Your optics widening as you observe him, blinking a bit.
"Whoa! You're... bigger now! What in the Pit have they been feeding you?"
He smirks, taking a step closer. He's so much stronger than before. He could so easily take you away-
Overlord has had upgrades up on upgrades, frame recalibrations, armour extensions, and his Phase Sixer treatment. An ununtrium infused endoskeleton. It increases his strength, attack potency and defensive capabilities. He knows how you think, he can predict your next move if he put some of his processing power into it... Though, you are still faster that him, evident by your dodging earlier... This would push you on an evasive front if he tried to fight you right now. You can't attack him, you'll need a precision strike once you figure out his weak points or else you'll waste time and energy. This means that all can theoretically do is evade his blows until you figure out the full extent of his strength and it makes him smile gleefully.
"Well, I'm a lot stronger than I used to be," He stretches a bit, getting his limbs ready and the moment you see that, you move into a defensive stance at the mere sight of it. His optics narrow at you with a small smile. Oh, you know him so well..
"And let's just say, I want that rematch." There's a devilish grin across his faceplates and for the first time, he sees your resolve waver for the first time, just a flash in your optics. As if you were estimating the margin by which he's far surpassed you.
"Get out of the way!" Rodimus calls out to you, interrupting his sweet moment and it stokes his anger, making Overlord scowl.
"Stay out of this!" He hisses, and it has Ultra Magnus & Rodimus exchange glances... You never mentioned knowing Overlord. Besides, what would Overlord want with you? You were just a random bot they found who'd lost their way, drifting in space. You sigh.
"Roddy, lemme handle this." You look serious about fighting Overlord and it makes Ultra Magnus look even more confused, Rodimus's optical ridge twitches.
"I ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE INSANE BUT THIS IS SUICIDE! EVEN FOR YOU!!" Overlord chuckles at Rodimus' comment, it seems to have stung you a little. Definitely annoyed with how you immediately turn to look at the Prime. You look offended even.
"I am not-" That's where you made your first mistake- You took your optics off of him and he charged right at you.
— He's fighting far more ruthlessly than he did before, like he's missed this, missed you. But he had far surpassed you... And just like he predicted, all you could do was evade once you realized you couldn't damage his internals so easily.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but you used to have a lot more class." You spit out energon, managing to guide Overlord into the ejection hatch. You're tiring yourself but you're not as damaged as Overlord had hoped he could get you to be.
"I mean, attacking someone when they're talking? That's rude." You narrow your optics at Overlord, he might've underestimated you again because you've last a lot longer than he thought you would. But right now, you're backed against a wall.
He scowls. "Don't lecture me about manners when you just up and left!" Oh. He's still bitter about that. He walks towards you slowly, savouring every step but your resolve doesn't die down, you seem more determined than ever and it entices him. His engines purring. He's finally going to get you in his servos like he's always wanted-
"NOW!!!"
— He didn't see this one coming at all. Not in the slightest. Overlord had assumed you'd run out of places to run to. Obviously, running towards the least crowded and desolate areas of the ship. Oddly considerate of you but you've never been for having other's getting caught up in your business anyway. What he didn't expect was the minibot outside the room, closing the door behind them and opening the hatch. Overlord, who was stunned and couldn't find anything to grab on to at the moment, flies out while you hold onto the ship walls with your claws for your dear life.
Overlord grits his denta as he's left in the cold vastness of space. His temper flaring. No matter... He can always have another rematch. he just needed to hunt you down and find you... After he's done with Megatron.
You've once again claimed your victory over Overlord.
He's going to be seething about this for a long time all the while plotting on what he's going to do to you once he gets you... Perhaps, engaging helm first in a fight with you may not be as romantic as he thought it was. Overlord considers another approach if he ever gets to see you again.
You're probably a legend on the Lost Light after this
random thought but imagine overlord moaning when reader is busy beating the shit out of him and reader just pauses, blinks, makes a disgusted face and lowk leaves the area cause you want NOTHING to do with that! and he's just there like "where are you going? come back and hit me harder!!!"
another year, another kinktober. With all this about censorship, blocking content and how everything is going in the world, we may never know what tomorrow brings, but you bet gator is writing.
like every year, I cant promise ill post every day, or that some posts wont be late, but I will post something for each day. it does meant that quality and lenght may wary from day to day. it can be anything from stories, drabbles, imagines or headcanons.
the list may see changes throughout the month, depending on my inspiration at the time. if yall wanna use this for inspo, feel free. happy october folks.
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
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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.
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!!
<- previous
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.
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.”
Warnings: Overlord himself is a warning however he's not too horrible in this (for now), slight and potentially implied child mistreatment, idk what else... If I forget anything I'll add it.
Notes: First official x reader fic and it's about Overlord with a sparkling because a thought came to me about it and well... here we are. Now there is child mistreatment, this is Overlord after all. Now it isn't the main focus of the fic, this is just a test run for the concept, the next chapter will be longer and more detailed. Anyways I hope this is liked! I plan on working on the next part of this later... it'll be where the concept that drove me to write this appears. I apologize for any spelling errors or grammar errors, I'm dying on the hill of not proof re-reading.
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Can also be read on Ao3
Love. Love was a foreign concept to him, the closest Overlord had gotten to getting a taste of love was taking over Garrus-9 and having his fun with Fortress Maximus, as well as pitting mechs against each other in matches. Those were tied with his fun he had with Maximus, the despair was matched with the feeling of control the matches gave him. Control of which you took away. If only a little and not for long, after all what kind of sire would he be if he didn't train you to behave? Not that the misbehavings dome irritated him, occasionally they did but more often than not he loved them. After all, his little one shared his tendencies and was always oh so eager to please him and play his games.
"Sire! Sire! Look!"
Your eager little voice had his thoughts being pushed to the side, his optics snapping open as a wide smile spread across his derma. With an optic ridge quaking upward as his optics fell on you and the energon painted your frame.
"Yes, my little one?" He purred, his smile never flattering as he tilted his helm to the left slightly.
His words had you hold your clawed servos out so he could see what was in them, the act earning a amused hum to leave him as he leaned forward and looked down, his optics narrowing as they fell on what you were holding, a energon stained spark chamber, with tiny little bite marks evident on it. The sight, familiar or not, had his EM field filling with amusement as his smile widened even more, one of his servos reaching out and lightly patting the top of your helm while the other picked the spark chamber up, earning a whine to leave you. At the whine he chuckled softly, the servo that patted your helm earlier reaching down and ruffling it, the size of the servo all but covering the entirety of your helm, with his smile widening more as your tiny clawed servos reached out blindly for your toy.
"Ah ah ah little one," he tutted, shaking his helm as he pulled his servo off your helm and used one digit to poke your nose. "Sire isn't keeping your toy, you'll get it back, sire is just… thinking of a game to play with it."
As the word "game" left his vocalizer you all but perked up, your optics widening as a wide smile so similar to his spread across your derma, with excessive nodding soon following as you went still. Your reactions to whenever he mentioned a game for him and you to play always pleased him. Always. You'd get just as excited as him except yours was perhaps a bit more jovial. But he couldn't complain, you were so similar to him and he loved it, best of all you weren't as annoying as other sparklings or bots in general. Your EM field always pulsed with amusement whenever you watched him work or played games with him.
"Game?!" Exclaimed your voice, optics bright and shining as your stillness was broken by you bouncing on your pedes.
"Yup, a game my sparkeater," he replied, his smile widening to match yours as he clasped his servos together. "And it's one you'll like and have played before."
His EM field filled with the familiar giddy feeling he'd get whenever thinking about having some good fun with a bot, fun of which he'd be cruel not to share with you. The last time he didn't… well you were less than pleased, his smile wavered at the thought before returning in full force as he pushed up from his throne. He remembered the one time he didn't let you join in his fun, your attempts to cause him pain while admittedly amusing were annoying. But undeniably well deserved, after all it is cruel to hog all the fun.
"We have?" Questioned you, the giddiness in your voice not diminishing as your helm snapped his way as soon as he stood up.
"We have… it's one you enjoy a great deal," he assured, amusement slipping more and more into his tone as he began walking out of the room, stepping over a greyed frame as he did. "Now come along pet, I'd hate for you to miss out on this game."
As he walked out, he spotted you out of the corner of his optic, watching you scramble after him and briefly tripping over the dead Autobot. With you instantly pushing up and starting to chase after but quickly turned back, kicking the greyed frame and hissing at it before following after him. The act earned an amused laugh to leave him as he glanced your way, not complaining as you latched onto his servo.
When you first began clinging to him and following him around he found you annoying and a pest, he'd try and ditch you multiple times but you always seemed to find your way to him. Eventually after certain events… he decided to keep you, after all how often does he meet a sparkling that shares his amusement and sadism?
"Sire? What's the game we're playing?" You questioned, optics still wide and bright as you smiled at him, your optics momentarily darting to his other servo which was still holding the spark chamber.
Overlord hummed at the question, catching the glance from the corner of his optics, "remember the game we played with that Autobot warden and his friends? We're playing that again."
He explained, moving the servo your way and opening it so you could take the spark chamber back, something you did quickly as soon as he did. With him watching as you snatched it right out of his servo with one of yours and brought it to your mouth and chewing on it. Which earned an amused vent to leave him as his smile remained, with him scooping you up, not wanting you to fall behind. You didn't seem bothered by it, but to be fair he's had you for cycles and you had grown accustomed to him much like how he'd become accustomed to you. However that may also be partly caused by your fixation on the spark chamber you were gnawing at.
As soon as he named the game you paused mid chew, your optics going wide as you looked at him with the spark chamber still partly in your mouth. He shook his helm in amusement at the sight, one of his servos plucking it from your mouth, earning a whine to leave you as you reached your servos out, trying and failing to grab it.
"Now, now my little miscreant, you'll have plenty of time to chew on something and play during our game." He mused, tossing the spark chamber aside and patting your helm.
His words earned an annoyed glare from you, being less than pleased (and amused) that your toy had been taken from you. However at the mention of their game the glare vanished, replaced once more by wide optics which had excitement dancing in them as well as your EM field.
"Promise it'll be fun?" You asked, poking one of his cheeks with a clawed digit insistently.
The insistence and poking had his EM field rippling with humor as he smiled wide, one of his servos grabbing the wrist and forcing the digit into his mouth and biting down on it playfully but still hard enough to break armor. The bite drawing a yelp to leave you, your free servo pushing against his face as you leaned down and began biting at the servo holding her wrist. This drew an amused hum from him, with him biting down on your digit one last time before pulling away and flicking your forehead.
"Promise my miscreant and I've kept all my promises no? Besides, all my games are always fun for you, correct? You've never been bored." He questioned, his steps coming to a halt when reaching his destination.
At his question you shook your helm, which garnered a pat on your helm as he smiled widely, baring his darma as he does.
"All sire's games are fun…" your quiet murmur had him smiling widely as he bent down and set you down.
"Correct, so don't doubt sire and my plans for our games." He said before beginning to type in the code, "so why ask sire to promise something I always deliver on?"
He asked, glancing down at you for a moment as he spoke, his question had you nodding sheepishly as you fidgeted with the digit he had bitten. The energon leaking from the bite smearing against the servo fidgeting with it, something he noticed you did whenever you were embarrassed or trying to ignore the pain a recent game or lesson was giving you.
"Good," he stated, patting your helm one final time before pressing the final button on the keypad.
With the door sliding open with a hiss, revealing a shadow filled room that to many would be nearly impossible to see into, however for a cybertronian (much less a cybertronian like Overlord) the darkness was no bother. After a while he stepped into the room, not turning around to ensure you were following him as he made his way deeper into the room. As he made his way further into the room, the mess of dead and greyed frames being crushed under his pede as he walked. With him coming to a stop once he reached a medical slab with a figure tied down to it, a wide amused smile spread across his derma as he flashed his teeth. Not sparing a glance as he felt you tugging at his hip skirt, most likely wanting up and to be placed on the medical slab, one servo shoved you back, as he looked back and shot a glare your way.
"Patiences my miscreant, you'll be allowed up and to join the fun, just let sire have his fun alone first. Understood?" He asked, one servo roughly grabbing your left audial receptors which has you stiffening before eventually nodding. After seeing your nod his glare vanished as he let go of you, patting your helm affectionately before turning around.
"Now… Fortress Maximus, let's play this game again," He purred, reaching down and picking up a scrapple and running it down the warden's chassis in circles, "What's underneath Aequitas?"
Notes: Any questions regarding the story or character dynamics are welcome… and any tips are welcomed as well. I was tempted to make a romantic fic for him first but I like this concept more lol, additionally I didn't have a concept for a romantic fic soo here we are. Another factor is I wanna explore him being a creator. I hope I got gn!reader right, I do plan on improving, first x reader fic so cut me some slack 人(￣ω￣;)
