Overlord would be clingy as fuuuuuck don't tell me Mr."I flopped on my knees when the mascot for the group I was curb stomping told me my rival was dead" wouldn't be absolutely enamored by his partner. This dude built a fucking time machine so he could go back in time and kick his boss's ass, you would have to pry him off you with a goddamn crowbar if you wanted to go to a grocery shop alone and when you get back he's eager to know exactly how it went and how he's going to top it off, because nobody's better than him at anything's not even making your day. Absolutely epitome of that Michael mouse "I'm just obsessed with you" clip. This is your life now. Suave sociopath calm outside layer, teeny tiny concentrated gooey romantic Malewife inside.
"Hey, you here for the free-for-all, too? Yeah, thought so. They've got this pretty pink beastformer in... you've seen him around? Oh yeah, I bet you have! The line's not too long today... no, yeah, it's not even started up yet. But that little white rover's at the front, as always. Heh, good for him... though, I wouldn't recommend trying to start early... he's taken mech's limbs off before, for breaking the rules with this cat... Is it worth it? Oh, yeah.. the wait's always worth it."
PEACH PEACH PEACH PEACH Skirt? check. Stuck in a wall? check. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a good night for this little pink cat...
((FUCK Tumblr for not letting me post the real pic... had to put panties on him >:( ))
"Hey, you here for the free-for-all, too? Yeah, thought so. They've got this pretty pink beastformer in... you've seen him around? Oh yeah, I bet you have! The line's not too long today... no, yeah, it's not even started up yet. But that little white rover's at the front, as always. Heh, good for him... though, I wouldn't recommend trying to start early... he's taken mech's limbs off before, for breaking the rules with this cat... Is it worth it? Oh, yeah.. the wait's always worth it."
PEACH PEACH PEACH PEACH Skirt? check. Stuck in a wall? check. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a good night for this little pink cat...
((FUCK Tumblr for not letting me post the real pic... had to put panties on him >:( ))
dumping this here cus this blog hasnt had my tender care for a little while now
me and the lads made a brothel au that we’re having a lot of fun with, and im having especially a lot of fun with overlord lmao
(to give some context, this is an au where there are cybertronians that were built to be pleasure bots. Overlord and Rodimus are two of these that a former pleasure bot, Kup, picked up from less than tasteful circumstances… theres a lot more details, but youll have to ask to get those so that i dont make this post much longer than it already is ;9 )
Wrote a little thing for this bit, because some people were asking me about it ;)
Tandem bit their lip as they stroked their spike, optics turned down and trained on the way their claws curled tightly around it, sending waves of pleasure across their array.
Their vents came in hot pants, caused by extertion from trying desperately to overload for such a long time.
They let out a frustrated hiss, clenching their optics shut and jerking their servo up their shaft again.
"Why can't I just-" They snarled to the empty room, pressing their thumb over the tip of of spike and smearing more lubricant across its length.
Truthfully, they had a hunch as to why overload was eluding them.
Ever since their run-in with Tarn, the duobot hadn't been able to keep him off their mind.
His stupid, misplaced confidence... the way he disrespected Overlord... it infuriated Tandem!
...so why was it that they were more turned on now, then they had been the last hour of trying *not* to think about the purple mech.
Tandem clenched their teeth, trying to drive away the thoughts of Megatron’s lapdog, but to no avail.
Their servo sped up on their spike, and their mouth dropped open once more to let out hot puffs of steam.
"H-Hah..." They breathed, finally letting go and trying to get this over with as quickly as possible, "Hate you... so much..."
A few more pumps of their spike, and Tandem’s array lit up in their blissful overload. They groaned, and transfluid shot up and across their frame, dirtying it as they continued to stroke their spike through the aftershocks.
Tarn’s face flashed across their mind... or, his mask, rather.
What they wouldn't do to paint it with their transfluid...
What they wouldn't do to have *him* paint *their* face in his transfluid...
The thought sent shame bubbling up in their processor, but made their hips twitch upwards in want.
If that's what finally dispersed all the charge from their combined frame... what was the harm of *fantasizing?*
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