#overlord!reader

[heavenlyraindrops]

Heyyy 🍭 so I saw your post about Carmillo Carmine. Could you do romantic headcanons for him with a fem!reader who is also an overlord?

Have a great day 🍭🍭🍭

ᴄᴀʀᴍɪʟʟᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ——> ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ——> ꜱꜰᴡ & ɴꜱꜰᴡ| A/N: thanks anon FINALLY someone sent a req hejskskkss

——>Sfw: before dating

You both met at Overlord meetings

he first took notice of you when he realized you were a surprisingly decent person for an overlord

both of you eventually bonding over your distaste for the Vees

He wasn’t one big on affection or flirting

so when he asked you out you didn’t even realize it was for a date

when you found out he killed the angel and simply held his hand and promised to keep his secret, he became even more smitten with you

although he wouldn’t show it apart from a faint blush whenever you did something he found cute

his daughters loved you which was the final push to convince him to ask you to be his girlfriend… officially.

——> Sfw: dating

Once you started dating, he began showing a lot more affection

He’d sometimes bring you flowers

definitely talks to you in Spanish as a way to tease you since you don’t know what he’s saying (If you do understand Spanish, you act like you don’t because you know the stuff he says he’d never say as much as he did if he knew you could understand it)

Not very touchy but sometimes resting his hand on your waist while you’re alone, ex. Watching a movie together

loves to get you to dance with him

especially twirling you

if you can dance he loves it

if you can’t, he still loves it anyways, watching you stumble around or trip over your feet as you twirl before steadying you and laughing

when it comes to dates, he prefers going to places that are more secluded with less people

loves it when you play with his hair

doesn’t mind whether he’s the big spoon or little spoon, does whatever you want from him.

wouldn’t ever work up the courage to ask for physical affection (hugs, kisses) but loves it when you give it to him

hates PDA and prefers to not boast your relationship, although you both don’t make an effort to specifically hide it

gentle but firm when handling you, whether it’s dancing together, hugging, kissing or cuddling.

——> Nsfw

you didn’t get physically intimate for a while even after you started dating

it’s not often you two do

but when you do, he’s amazing at it

definitely a service top

again, firm but gentle

loves leaving bites and hickeys, marking you as his all over

gives wry smirk and bites his lip when trying to restrain himself

he doesn’t usually initiate sex unless you’ve somehow managed to work him up without realizing

but he’d gladly fulfill any need, desire or fantasy you have

“just tell me what you want, corazón, and I’ll give it to you”

whenever you’re having a makeout session he purposefully rubs his legs against you to see you getting worked up

bonus points if you start shamelessly humping him and beg him to move too, he loves seeing just how much you need him

when it comes to positions, he doesn’t care as long as you’re facing him- he wants to see your face

Not incredibly vocal, maybe a few grunts and soft or low moans

*lots* of aftercare, he’d to anything to make sure you feel okay afterwards

[devilart2199-aibi]

Transformers Valentines! 💝

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[domesticandlovingmonsters]

"MC was stolen away by the monster because it wanted to breed them"

"MC had was forced onto an arranged marriage with an evil overlord"

"MC was made to-"

Blah blah, give me an MC that leaps at the opportunity to be with the monster/overlord/whatever morally grey character!!

An Orc threatens their village if the MC doesn't join their clan because they want them all to themselves? Hell yes! MC is already packing their belongings and leaping into the tree trunks that are arms.

Overlord/lady apologises to MC that they were saddled with this horrible marriage? What do you MEAN? You're the best damn spouse they could ask for! Moonlit walks through a Gothic castle and blooming gardens? A library? Minions?! Who on earth would pass this up?

A monster offers trinkets to MC as courting gifts, hoping they won't be terrified by their grotesque figure. MC is making little gifts back and keeps the window open to their bedroom on cold nights so the monster comes in for warm cuddles.

Give me an MC that is ecstatic to be chosen by the thing everyone is terrified of! I want a love story without the "but they're evil/a monster" bullshit!

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Infernal Shadows

Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it.

Song for this chapter: The world we knew by Frank Sinatra.

A/N: I wanna make this a three part short story, so if anyone is interested in being tagged in the second part just let me know!! I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: 2655

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!! // Serendipity Writes (event) // Part two

Getting an invite to the annual crimson ball, hosted by yours truly, was nothing but an honor. Every overlord and every sinner in the pride ring waited anxiously for a letter. A black card with white letter in a cursive font stating ‘You have been personally invited by Hells biggest designer. The list of the gala was simple. The usual overlords, Zestial, Carmilla Carmine and her daughters, Zeezie, Rosie, Fredrick Von Eldritch and Bethesda von Eldritch. Alastor who had came back after seven years of hiding god knows where, and by special request, the three vee’s who had never attended the gala before. Then it becomes a bit more political.

Next on the list was the Goetia family, inviting the recently divorced prince with his daughter. Inviting Lucifer and Lilith, though they only ever came when everyone was gone. Then was their daughter Charlotte, who got a plus one as a special perk of being the princess of hell. Husk because he had been an old friend of yours before his status of Overlord was taken from him by none other than Alastor. He was also given a plus one, though he usually never brought anyone extra. Sir Pentious was a candidate, but ultimately scrapped from your list of invites as you felt he was too childish.

The gala was tonight and everything was going smoothly. Preparations were almost done, the foyer was spotless just the way you liked it, and everything seemed to be falling into place. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You had spent months designing your perfect dress for tonight. Everyone attending the gala knew there was only ever one color off limits, because you always wore it best. The color black always suited you perfectly. No one could wear it better than you.

Back at the hotel, Charlie felt guilty for using her authority as princess to have people help her get ready for this gala. Based on what Alastor had told her, there would be a lot of political powers and fellow overlords there. She wanted to look her best if she was going to pitch the hotel to them. She needed more people on board with the project, maybe someone who didn’t think it was complete and utterly ridiculous joke like Alastor did.

“How do I look?” Charlie asked as the makeup and hair artists stepped away from her. Charlie stepped out, allowing Vaggie to get a better look at her in a tailored charcoal gray suit, a departure from her usual vibrant red attire. The jacket, adorned with subtle pinstripes, accentuated her frame, while the crisp, white silk shirt underneath added a touch of formality. Completing the ensemble, she wore a black tie with a discreet pattern that hinted at both elegance and authority. The ensemble was a strategic choice, projecting confidence and a readiness to engage with the political powers present at the gala for the sake of her hotel. Vaggie smiled and hugged Charlie deeply, their embrace making Charlie feel a little less nervous about the whole ordeal.

“Charlie you look amazing. What happened to the red?” Vaggie asked, before Charlie just chuckled.

“Well, I wanted a change for tonight. I’m always in red, and I feel like they’ll take me more serious if I’m not walking in there with my usual attire. Besides, you read the invitation, ‘formal attire, look your best’.” Charlie said. Vaggie nodded, and Charlie pulled back from the hug to admire Vaggie in her dress. She was wearing a sleek and modern grey dress that gracefully embraced the formal occasion. The dress, with its tailored fit and subtle shimmer, exuded class. The knee-length hemline added a contemporary touch, and Vaggie had decided to pair it with black heels to complete the ensemble. The choice of grey complemented Charlie’s charcoal gray suit, creating a coordinated yet distinct look that would surely make an impression at the gala. Charlie felt her cheeks heat up taking in her appearance, her long hair gently pinned back, the loose pieces of hair framing her face.

“Aww, Vaggie you look so pretty!!” Charlie said excitedly. Vaggie just smiled, ignoring the way her cheeks heated up at Charlies compliment.

“I agree, you look good vagina.” Angel said mockingly, causing Vaggie to glare at him. Charlie just gushed.

“Angel be nice. This is really important for the hotel.” Charlie explained. He just nodded, tilting his head back and downing a bottle of liquor. The staff however was interrupted by Angel making a purring sound at Husk, who was dressed in a nice white suave dinner jacket, with perfect cutouts for his wings, along with some sleek black trousers and some black dress shoes. The match, he had a black silk lapel.

“I can think of another place that suit would look.” Angel said, leaning onto Husk. He rolls his eyes, bottle in hand.

“Do I even wanna know?” He asks, and Angel just grins.

“On my bedroom floo-“ Angel doesn’t get to finish, being shrugged off by Husk who just walks away with a shake of his head.

“Oh my gosh! Husk you look amazing!” Charlie squealed in delight. Husk just smiled softly before setting his drink on the bar counter.

“It appears everyone is ready.” Alastor said, the focus of the room shifting to him. Niffty was at his side studying his outfit from head to toe.

Alastor emerged in an ensemble that deviated from his usual eccentricity, opting for a more formal yet captivating look. A deep red velvet tailcoat adorned his frame, its luxurious texture catching the light. Dark-red lapels, meticulously piped with gold, added a touch of opulence. Underneath, he wore a perfectly tailored crimson dress shirt, the power emitting off of him. Suddenly, the room grew just a tad bit darker, the shadows of the room stretching just a bit. Complementing the ensemble, he chose a pair of well-fitted black dress pants, allowing the bold red hue to take center stage on his appearance. His choice of footwear shifted to polished black oxford shoes, a departure from his usual pointed-toe boots. The finishing touches of the outfit included a matching red silk bowtie, neatly knotted at his throat, and black leather gloves that added a refined edge. Alastor’s presence was commanding, radiating an air of formality while retaining the distinctive charm that defined him. The room was captivated by the Radio Demon’s unexpected transformation into a vision of refined class and style.

“You took forever for that?” Niffty said, before Angel Dust tossed a pillow at her.

“Shut it you. We, we are keeping,” Angel said, hands waving around Alastor, “to whatever this is.”

“Style.” Alastor said confidently. Vaggie just face palmed while Charlie clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Okay, I think everyone’s ready. Should we head out?” Charlie asked. Vaggie nodded, before Alastor dug the invitation out of his coat pocket. Standing near a wall, he traced the symbol on the back of the card on the wall. “Uh, Al? What are you doing?” Charlie asked. He grinned, putting his hand flat on the wall. The symbol began to glow green, before it opened a portal. On the other side, was a large house. The grand Victorian mansion stood as a testament to opulence, its imposing facade adorned with intricate wrought-iron black railings and embellished balconies with hints of chains. Tall, arched windows with stained glass panels framed the exterior, allowing glimpses of the soft glow emanating from within. The entrance, marked by a sweeping staircase, welcomed guests with ornate, carved intricate detailed doors. Charlie, Vaggie and Husk followed Alastor through the portal, Charlie waving goodbye to Niffty, and Angel. Sir Pentious was most likely hiding out in a room somewhere with his egg boys.

As guests approached, they marveled at the meticulous details of the architecture – elaborate moldings, corbels, and friezes adorned every corner. Ivy-clad walls added a touch of nature’s grace, intertwining with wrought-iron lampposts that cast a warm ambiance over the meticulously landscaped gardens.Inside, the grand foyer unfolded, revealing a sweeping staircase adorned with a rich, mahogany handrail. Crystal chandeliers hung from soaring ceilings, their light refracted by ornate mirrors that lined the walls. Plush Victorian-era furnishings, upholstered in rich fabrics, adorned the parlor rooms, creating intimate spaces for guests to gather and converse.Every room whispered of a bygone era – intricately patterned wallpaper, gilded frames displaying classical art, and the faint fragrance of aged wood and lavender.

The air was infused with a sense of refinement, transporting guests to a time when elegance reigned supreme. The Victorian mansion, a splendid backdrop for the gala, promised an evening steeped in grandeur and charm. In the middle of the exterior grounds, a grand fountain of blood took center stage. Its sculpted marble figures spouted blood into the air, catching the moonlight in a dance of liquid elegance. The fountain, surrounded by manicured gardens and flowering shrubs, became a focal point for guests as they strolled through the outdoor spaces, the gentle sound of cascading blood adding a serene touch to the gala’s errie atmosphere.

The overlords arrival made the event much more real. Alastor hums to himself as he walks around the outside grounds. There are servants of all kinds walking around with glasses of champagne. Rosie is sitting on a bench, plucking thorns off a rose. Alastor smiles to himself, happy to see a familiar face he know he can confide in.

“Rosie dear! So nice to see you.” Alastor said with a smile. She smiles at him, teeth razor sharp.

“Do you think you’ll be getting a seat tonight?” She asks, snapping the rose off its stem and tossing it to the side.

“Well of course I will. It’d be a mistake if I wasn’t.” Alastor said with a smile, crossing his legs as he sat down next to her. Sinners from all over the pride ring were socializing outside of the large mansion. He knew you were inside finalizing preparations and possibly screaming your head off. Overall, the air was chilled with a comfortable atmosphere. Well, it had been comfortable, until a loud noisy vehicle stopped at the front gates. Everyone’s heads were turning, Rosie and Alastor looking at each other with strained smiles. Stepping out of the large limousine were the three vee’s, vulgar music blaring from the vehicles speakers as the three made their way through the now open gates. Reporters lined the edges of the gates, trying desperately to see the overlords inside and to try and sneak into the gala, which was starting soon.

“Mr.Vox! Mr.Vox!” News reporters shouted. Velvet was busy taking selfies of her and her outfit, her assistant following close behind her. Valentino was busy looking down at everyone, smoking his usual, while taking his long strides next to Vox, who was in the middle of the three.

On Vox’s right was Valentino, who donned a captivating look for the gala. His tailored white suit boasted a jacket that reached just above the knee, a subtle departure from his usual floor-length coat. The crimson silk lining peeked through, adding a luxurious touch to the outfit. The coat, reminiscent of his extravagant style, also had a vivid-red hue with his signature white fur trim at the wrists. The black and white striped fur trim along the center-front added a distinctive flair. A gold chain and love-heart-shaped broach fastenings adorned the coat, creating an opulent yet alluring look. Finally, he wore polished black heeled boots, maintaining the sleek and captivating allure that defined Valentino’s presence. The familiar color scheme remained intact, blending sophistication with a hint of provocative charm for the grand gala.

On Vox’s left was Velvet, who had spent months perfecting her outfit for the gala, in hopes she’d be invited of course. She had begged the boys to keep a good public appearance, in hopes they’d be recognized and invited to the crimson gala. Velvette, deciding to ditch her usual style, embraced a lavish and over-the-top look that represented her brand. Dressed in a knee-length dress, the garment had a striking blend of black and red hues. The dress, fitted at the waist, flowed into a voluminous skirt, creating a sense of extravagance. The bodice of the dress featured intricate lace detailing. A white collar adorned with a velvet bow added a playful yet mature flair. The sleeves, a fusion of burgundy and white patterns, contributed to the overall lavish aesthetic she had been going for. Her accessories took on a more refined form. Velvet gloves, adorned with delicate lace, graced her hands, and a pearl necklace adorned her neck, adding a classic touch, completed with maroon heels, each step resonating with a sense of grandeur. Velvet’s transformation into this upscale attire reflected her desire to make a statement at the Crimson Gala.

In the middle, and the brains of the three vee’s, was none other than the head of Vox Tech, Vox himself. He wore a sleek and modern dark blue tuxedo, tailored with precision. Of course he could only have the best. The suit featured subtle futuristic patterns that enhanced his ‘perfect’ sense of style. To complement his high-tech vibe, Vox wore a light blue undershirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol. Vox's gala attire seamlessly blended power and control with his technological edge, creating a memorable look in shades of dark blue, which in his opinion, was the best color.

Upon seeing Alastor, Vox’s eye twitched noticeably. The gates shut behind the three vee’s, closing off the gala to the public. The overlords begin to get closer together unknowingly, Zestial finding a comfortable corner to watch things play out. Carmilla and Zeezie stand close together, whispering to one another as both Rosie and Alastor stand from the bench. Vox, Valentino and Velvet make their way to the Radio Demon and his colleagues.

“I see the grandpa’s were invited.” Velvet says with a scoff, scrolling through her phone.

“So disrespectful.” Carmilla says under her breath, looking away from the three vee’s.

“Hm, interesting, and I was beginning to think the only interesting thing tonight would be the dinner.” Bethesda said, her brother nodding.

“Well, it seems the children brought their play date to the public then.” Zeezie says. The other overlords laugh and Valentino sneers at her.

“Well an idiota like you would think so. Then again, don’t you all do the same with your diapers?” He asked, puffing the smoke into her face. She growls at him, fists clenching at her side, but Carmilla stops her.

“Didn’t they say this was an adult only gala?” Carmilla asked, Rosie chuckling at her words.

“Oh can it grandma.” Velvete said. But Vox remained silent, having his own personal staring match with Alastor, whose smile was stretched ear to ear, teeth on full display.

“I thought this gala was meant for real talent?” Vox asked, stepping closer to Alastor.

“Well it was until you showed up.” Alastor said with a smile. “There’s no originality in copying someone else.” He tuts. Vox narrows his eyes, face twisting with anger as he steps closer to Alastor again.

“You wanna tell me something, you old piece of-“ Vox is stopped, the lights to the exterior of the mansion dimming. The lights behind the large front doors opening slowly. Two tall black shadowy figures stepped from the door, smoke at their feet.

“Thank you all for your attendance. As we know, the annual Crimson Gala is held every year, and this year is no different. With the new extermination date, important decisions must be made. Tonight, ten individuals will be selected to sit at Madame’s table where she will discuss private plans on how to move forward.” The two said in unison. Everyone fell silent as more shadows appeared, each one sitting on the sides of the steps. Lights around the staircases began to light up, and people began making their way up the stairs.

“Well~ this should be fun.”

[jinuaei]

May I offer you memes in this trying time?

(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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

【 “I’m not letting you go until you’ve either drenched the sheets, or passed out.” 】

↳ Overlord!Husk ✦ Lucifer Morningstar ✦ Vox ✦ Viktor Vasko ✦ Simon 'Ghost' Riley ✦ John Price ✦ Ren Hana ✦ Joel Miller ✦ Nanami Kento ✦ Ryomen Sukuna ✦ Toji Fushiguro ✦ Gojo Satoru

[xaythefreak]

thinking about soft? yandere bots w/ human.... teehee....

Rung needs you to be close... to hold you... especially after interfacing... he needs to let you know how much you mean to him.... the passionate act of love making is a very special thing for him... especially if it's with you.. he needs you to feel good... every soft gentle touch and moan, silently worshipping your soft, squishy flesh... he could care less if he is getting any pleasure from it, if you're happy, he's happy..

Sunder just wants to he near you, your his god, his angel.. please, let him worship you.... caress every inch of your perfect fleshy form as he takes in your sinless smell, huffing your scent like it is one of the finest drugs... let him lap up the pleasure bubbling inside you that is begging to be released... let him touch you... please.... please please please please please please please please please please please please please-

Overlord is just content to listen to a recording of your voice while he jacks off, especially if those recordings involve you degrading him, telling him he's the scum of the universe... yes, tell him how disgusting he is, tell him how badly you want to hurt him... he wants to break you, mold you, yet at the same time he loves the way you look at him with disgust.... with pure hatred... please, call him a useless lump of scrap again, won't you? he gets so turned on when you do.....

anyways heehee lmk if you guys have any ideas like this teehee I love being deranged :3

[michaela-o]

( sound on <33 )

I love reading dark fan-fiction about humans being abused and used by evil Cybertronians to whatever purpose they seem fit to put them into. Might be kinda weird but inspired me to do this so :3

Also im sorry for dissapearing for a while but i recently got a job and im trying to enjoy life😌❤️ but i still browse tumblr everyday i just dont have many things to post❤️ but if anyone ever needs me im always here🥹❤️

[huskersbooze]

Who's in Control?

Alastor x Reader

| Part 1(here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Summary : You sold your soul to Alastor and had no idea how big of a deal this was. Until recently, you finally learn what it means, and realize all that Alastor had been doing was just a lie.. or was it?

Pairing : Alastor x F!Reader, Huskerdust? (M!Reader here, Gn!Reader here)

Warnings : swear words

Additional Tags : Angst, miscommunication, misunderstandings, Alastor actually being nice?!, no use of (Y/n)

Ib : Who's in Control By Set It Off

Word count : 1.8k

"Good morning, dear."

"Morning, Al." You reach the lobby and take a seat on the floor next to Alastor's chair.

"How was your sleep, darling?"

"It was good! And yours?"

"Aha, hilarious, really. You know I don't sleep, my dear." He places a hand on your head and gives your hair a ruffle. "You really do know how to brighten my day."

The rest of the team reaches the lobby, and you all gather around for your daily dose of trust exercises.

-----

You and Alastor had been growing closer and closer ever since your arrival at the hotel. There was no doubt that he was your favourite person there.

And, well, for Alastor, he never wanted to admit it, but everyone in the hotel could tell, and even he was aware.

He was growing a soft-spot for you.

It was never supposed to be this way. He was never meant to grow attached. It just somehow happened, and that was that.

Everything between you two was going great. Except for that one little issue that bothered Alastor.. but you didn’t have to know. He never tried to abuse any of that power when he asked for your soul. He never thought of doing anything to you.

But there comes a time in every relationship where a lie can ruin it all.

“Hey, sugar. How ya’ doin’?” Angel Dust leans by the bar counter, greeting you as usual.

“I'm doing decent. Husk and I were just talking about you.”

“We were fuckin’ not!” You watch as the cat's ears twitch, the drink he was originally pouring tipping over.

“Oh, really? No need ta’ lie Husky~” You laugh at Angel's teasing, which makes Husk let out a low growl. “At least I don't gawk over a certain demon so obviously.”

“Hey! Are you talking about me and Al?”

“Who else would he be talkin’ about?” Angel tilts his head to the side, giving you a knowing glare. “Ya’ can't even deny it.”

“Al and I are just friends.”

“Kid, Angel's right.” The cat can only do so much but sigh. “You don't know him as well as I do. He treats you differently.”

“Still, we're just friends-”

“The Radio Demon doesn't do ‘friends’, kid.”

“Yeah, well, he owns my soul. Of course he'd treat me differently.”

The way it so simply came out of your mouth like it wasn't some big deal. Both Husker and Angel Dust froze in place, staring at you wide-eyed.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“What.. what did you just say?” The spider can hardly comprehend the news you'd just dropped.

“He owns my soul..?”

“Kid. What the actual fuck?!”

“What the fuck did he do to you?! Ya’ alright?! Are you hurt?”

You watch as the two demons skim your body up and down, firing questions at you, checking up to make sure you weren't hurt.

But you were confused.

“What's going on? Why are you guys suddenly acting so strange?”

“Wh- Why did you sell ya’ soul to him?!”

“Fuck I knew he was up to no good!”

“He told me by selling my soul to him he'd protect me from everything and anything at all cost. I didn't see a reason to decline?” You reply to Angel's question, ignoring Husk as he mutters about himself being correct. “I got nothing to lose.”

“Ya’ got everything to lose, shitass.” You hear his voice start to crack slightly as you realise tears welling up in his eyes.

“Angel?! Hey, what's wrong?”

“Damn, kid. You really don't know shit, huh?”

“About..?”

“What it means to sell your soul.”

“I know what it means, Al said-”

“Forget that fucker.” Husk practically spits out his name. “D'you know why I work here at the bar?”

“Because you like your job..?”

“No. It’s because I was forced by the person I sold my soul to.”

“Who..?”

“Hell, kid.. you really can't take a hint?”

And just like that, he says one more name, and your whole world comes tumbling down on you.

He didn't actually care for you, he was just shaping you in case you came to use.

He didn't actually enjoy your company, he was just watching you to make sure you were obedient.

He didn't actually mean any of the things he said. He was just trying to manipulate you.

And you were so damn lost. So damn lost as to whether the control and power you thought you had, really belonged to you.

“Valentino is an overlord.. and he's your boss?”

“Yup.” Angel nods.

“And he owns your soul like Al owns Husk’s?”

“Exactly.” Husk replies.

“And there's no escaping this contract..?”

“No.” The two reply together.

“Fuck.”

-----

“Greetings, my dear! How are you on this fine morning?” The static sounds from Alastor's usual seat at the lobby where you all gather every morning.

There's that usual smile etched on his face, which, you used to believe looked genuine when he was talking to you, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

“Hey, Husk. Hey, Angel.” You greet the two on the couch, completely passing by Alastor and ignoring his whole existence. “Mind if I sit?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Angel scoots over and makes space for you to squeeze between Husk and himself. “Ya’ look like hell.”

“You alright, kid?”

“Couldn't sleep much last night, but I'm fine.” You reassure them.

The rest of the crew were a bit startled at your display, knowing well that you refused to not sit by Alastor's chair, normally.

And here you were, ignoring him completely like he was no longer relevant, and hanging with the other two demons.

“Okay.. what an interesting way to start the morning!” Charlie tries to break the ice.

Everyone turns their attention towards her.

Everyone but Alastor.

He was practically fuming with rage, anger, irritation, but yet, a tiny bit of worry.

How dare you ignore the Radio Demon like he was some piece of useless trash?

But then again.. why were you suddenly acting so cold and distant? What did he do wrong?

He couldn't help but focus his attention on you throughout the entire day, but you didn't even spare him a single glance.

Needless to say, you felt a knock on your door that night.

“Darling, how wonderful to see you! Wonderful, really. Mind if I come in?”

“A little. What do you need, Alastor?” You stand at the door frame, hand still on the door handle, prepared to slam the door in case anything happens.

Meanwhile, Alastor was pissed. You had never rejected inviting him in for late night chatting, in fact, you never rejected anything from him.

“It's nothing, really. I just hoped to have a friendly little chat with you, if that's alright?” Alastor leans down to your level, tilting his head and giving you his usual smile he reserved for you, and you only.

“A bit busy. Maybe next time.” You attempt to close the door, but a hand swoops in and, damn, was he strong.

“Dear, what seems to be the issue?”

“I’m really busy, Alastor.” You sigh. His ears twitch at the name. Where were all his sweet little nicknames? Why were you only referring to him by his full name?

“Clearly, something is wrong, and I ought to find out what I had done to deserve such treatment.” He states, making himself welcome in your room. “Talk to me, darling.”

“Oh enough with the pet names, I’m not your fucking pet.” You roll your eyes, closing the door behind you to make sure no one stumbles upon your little predicament.

Alastor stiffens, then laughs.

“Whatever are you talking about, dear? Of course you’re not my pet.”

“The damn contract says otherwise..” You watch as Alastor shifts uncomfortably, his back still facing you. “I should’ve known you just wanted another soul. Fuck you, Alastor.”

You continue on about how you never should’ve trusted him, and how you finally knew about everything so there was no point in him pretending to tolerate you.

Alastor, however, could barely process anything you were saying. He could hear his own static in his own head, and it was growing louder and louder.

What the fuck was happening? How did you know? What did he ever do? Where did he go wrong..?

“Darling, please.. You don’t understand-” The radio filter in his voice was off, his actual voice coming out as a soft plea.

Taken aback, you stopped talking. Alastor turned to face you, smile still etched high and proud, but his eyes looked like he was about to break.

“Alastor..” You murmur. “I just don’t think I can trust you anymore. I’m sorry.”

“When have I ever used any of that power on you?!” Alastor snaps, eyes darting all over the place, trying to find out what to do to fix all this. “I’ve been nothing but nice! I.. I helped you when you were in trouble! I did nothing to hurt you..”

You watch as Alastor starts losing his usual composure, having it slowly drifting away.. It was heartbreaking seeing him like this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him and pretend nothing happened.

“It doesn’t matter when you’re in control..”

“No.. darling, no! You’re in control!” He scrambles, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“Really? I’m not sure I trust any of that bullshit anymore.”

“Dear, please, listen to me..!”

“I'm sorry, Al.. I think it's best if you leave.”

He pauses.

“Have a good sleep, dear.” He says, voice filter completely off. It was a rare occasion getting to hear his sweet voice. Too bad it had to be under such circumstances.

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“Oh my, Alastor, what's got your ears pinned back?” Rosie leads her friend through the halls and has him take a seat opposite of her. “Is everything alright?”

“No.. no it's not.” He replies. “She found out.”

“About the deal?”

“No, Rosie. No.” He sighs. “She found out what selling her soul to me actually permits me.”

“But you never wanted to abuse that power, did you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then, I'm assuming you didn't tell her?”

“No.”

“Well, why not?”

“Would it make a difference?" She could practically hear him scoff. "She's irritated at me as is. It's not like she'd even heed my words."

“Come, now, Alastor. You know as well as I that the sweetheart would listen.” Rosie tuts, waving a hand at him.

“She doesn't need to know how powerful she actually is.. she doesn't need to know her soul is being gambled this very second.”

Alastor sighs, getting up from his chair.

“Thank you for your kind words, Rosie. I shall take my leave now.”

“Take care, Alastor.” She smiles. “I'm sure she'll understand.”

“I surely hope you're correct."

———/ TBC. /———

READ PART 2 HERE

[revelboo]

(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) can I request some overlord? He's been living rent free in my head lately.

Y’all keep asking for this guy, so it’s only fair to warn you that his and Sunder’s storylines are going to be a bit dark. Their readers can’t fix either of them, just play their games to survive. They end up loving their humans in their own twisted ways, but these humans aren’t going to be that okay.

The Wailing Waltz

Overlord x Reader

• Head lifting at the chaos and noise that’s not of his doing, Overlord strides through the hall. Hears a scream, the sound of terror twisting deliciously through him and its followed by a frantic chirping. The sound similar enough to a distressed sparkling to make him feel strangely off balance as he seizes a mech by the helm and shoves him out of the way to see what his crew has cornered. And he rumbles as he spots the tiny organic trembling and cowering, eyes wide as you chirp and sob dramatically. What are you?

• Almost hyperventilating as you try to avoid the huge hands and grasping servos, you sob and hit your knees to duck when one of them grabs for you, the giant, metal monsters snarling and rasping. Laughing. You’re almost certain that they’re laughing at your terror. Have no idea where you are or how you got here, but you just want to wake up from this nightmare. Screaming when one of them grabs your arm between two huge servos, your feet leave the ground. Wondering if they’ll rip your arm from the socket or crush it as you smack and claw at the servos holding you. Realizing they’re going to play with you like cats with a mouse until they accidentally kill you.

• Lips curling as that lovely sound of fear and terror sinks into him, he reaches to grab the dangling organic. “Let go,” he growls and you’re released into his hand and he can feel the rapid pounding of your heart. Terrified eyes stare up at him. Boldly meeting his optics as you chirp at him, cowering in his hand and crying out when he presses a servo against you. Watching you lay your soft hands on his servo while you squirm, getting noisier in distress. Why do your little features look oddly Cybertronian? Those features and the chirping noises almost obscene.

• He’s crushing you. Gasping as you struggle to get loose, you see his lips curl into a wide smile as you cry out feeling your ribs begin to bend. And you’re gasping, tears running down your cheeks when he finally relents and his servo slides against your cheek. Hearing him crooning at you, the sound an eerie, mechanical growl as he taps your chin and you lean away from his touch. “Stop. Please,” you whimper. Shuddering when he slides a servo down your body, growling when you draw your legs up, trying to curl into a ball.

• ‘You can’t mean to keep this filth. That’s a human, they’re worse than scraplets, you have to-’ Turning slowly to make his second in command trail off as you chirp and cower in fear, Overlord smiles lazily. “Have to?” He echoes, his other arm lifting as he jams the muzzle of his blaster against the other mech’s cheek and squeezes the trigger. And you scream at the blast of sound, cringing against his servos and splattered in energon. Pretty painted in pink, he decides. Turning toward the nearest mech, his smile widens. Because these two are always inseparable. Or were. Wonders if they were only close friends. Maybe lovers. If this one is brave enough to attack him. Using the muzzle of his blaster to tip the mech’s chin up, the hatred in those optics shivers through him to make his spike stir. “Congratulations, you’ve been promoted. Learn from your predecessor,” he purrs. “I don’t enjoy being questioned.” Wondering how long it will be before this one tries to murder him. How delightful it will be to put him down slowly, to whisper to him that he failed to avenge his lover. Smiling as you stare up at him in horror, splattered in energon, he lifts you and presses his mouth against you, glossa brushing you as you cringe and shove at him with soft hands. You’re going to be so entertaining.

[justarandomweeb]

1.) You told the LL crew about human weddings, Overlord isn't passing the chance to be last. Even if its a mock wedding... don't tell him-

2.) SG Jetfire flipping off every Decepticon and SG Ultra Magnus behind Decepticon Y/N (In courtesy of @rotting-decepticon )

3.) Ofc Prime Y/N will be always serving and have both bimbo OP and Ratchet in each arm. While... Um... Earth Liaison Y/N... y'now what nevermind don't ask them where they got the gun. (Bimbo Au TFP Ratchet and OP by @muletia )

Art Reference Undercut:

[smallestapplin]

Do you think Overlord from transformers would be type of guy "I love kinda of woman who can beat the sh t out of me"

Ok ok soo i imagine cybertronian reader who was able to beat the sh t out of Overlord who's now in love with cybertronian reader.

What would her team aka the lost light would react to this 😂😂

This had me cackling. Also I apologize I know you said fem but I don't know how to make the gender important to the story (I'm gender blind I'm so sorry.)

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- you beating Overlord's aft was a miracle and a half. You utilized his pride and slowness against him, though struggling more than you'd like to admit, you managed to out pace him and put the large bot in his place.

- "I don't know what I did! I beat his aft and now he won't leave me alone! I even tell him off and that just seems to get him more interested!" Is what you cry to Rodimus about.

- "I'm gonna be real with you, I don't know how to help you with that. I mean, at least he's not going off the rails and starting fights?" It's all he's got. You know he's right, but it doesn't help you one bit, so yog end up groaning and slumping over in your seat. Roddy tries to pat your back and show you some cool earth thing he has, before Overlord finds you, and coos about how worried he was when you weren't in your habsuite, and glares at Rodimus.

- Overlord still tries to fight everyone, and by Primus Megatron gets it the worst, but he's happy all that's needed is for you to angrily yell Overlord's name and call him back like a dog. Megatron always breathes a sigh of relief when your enraged voice echoes through the room, calling for Overlord to "bring you aft over here right now, I swear to primus if I have to put down my report!-" and watch as the equally large bot instantly drops his fighting stance, rushing over to you, looking far too happy and pleased to be called by you (even if you aren't'.)

- You're tired, you just want to do you job and go about your day, not wake up from a statis to the large blue mech over you, holding a thing of energon for you and asking to spar.

- Ratchet and First Aid hear and see it the most, and believe Ratchet gives you high an audio processor full. You send Overlord to the med bay frequently, and he can't even scold the bot into being more careful cause he's not even listening! He has to deal with Overlord staring at you and not even hearing him.

- First Aid tries to help in that regard, explaining to you that this is getting out of servo, but Overlord nearly throws a medical berth at him for it, only stopping when you glare at him.

- "I fight him, he likes it, I ignore him, he likes that too! Nothing I do sends the massage home for him."

- Ultra Magnus wants to help, trust him he does! This is classified as harassment and he swore to always help his crew members....but....you are literally the only thing keeping Overlord docile, and First Aid and Rodimus have already reported that Overlord does try to swing at them for interfering.

It's safer for everyone to not, after all you seem to handle yourself just fine! You're a strong bot that can handle one of the strongest gladiators in history! He lets you vent as much as you need, but eventually has to tell you he can help once Overlord oversteps.

- Lucky you, you don't have to worry about that. Overlord is obsessed with beating you in battle, but also he loves fighting you, you carry yourself with such strength and confidence once against him, he's smitten. With your speed, to him, it makes your battles feel like a dance! Your movements and skill have him smitten, as does your attitude, your fire and sass have him weak in the knees.

- Prowl is somehow your only ride or die here, he's more worried about what Overlord could do but doesn't think before shouting at him to give you space or to frag off, the temperamental officer goes into protective mode when it comes to you.

- Overlord does not like Prowl because of this, but you cling to your friend in thanks.

- "It's every damn cycle, don't you have a hobby!? Frag I don'tknow, watch a movie, pick up blacksmithing, SOMETHING!" Prowl barely has time to dodge a swift punch, but he manages, and next thing you know there does the fourth table of the week, followed by more shouting, and you having to yell for Overlord to knock it off.

- Rung is definitely getting good use as a therapist, he's trying his best to give you coping skills to help ease your frustrations with your situation, and while they work, you just come back to tell him you came back to your habsuite to Overlord on your berth, and pulling you into his lap.

- "It's rude he didn't ask before doing so."

- "AND THEN HE ASKED TO SPARK BOND, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?"

- "Oh my, he asked to spark bond-"

- Even just trying to have a professional conversation with you turns into a chore, not because of you, but because of the angry look guard dog standing behind you, glaring down at anyone speaking to you.

[theodorequartz]

Idk this just came in my mind --

Mono! Reader: ( staring at Vox intensely)

Vox: (sweating)

Other overlords: (confused/amused)

Vox: ... What?

Mono! Reader: Can I... Try something?

Vox: uh... Sure?

Mono! Reader: (holds Vox's screen with both hands)

Vox: (blushing)

Alastor: (about to fucking break Vox's screen)

Mono! Reader's hands emitted white sparks like glitches and it engulfed Vox's screen and then you got sucked in and spat out of Velvets' phone.

Que everyone shocked.

Mono! Reader: It worked!!! IT FUCKING WORKED!?!!

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

♡ OVERLORD HCs A.01

scenario A: decepticon reader CO, you command your own ship and you have to baby sit your least favorite ex-gladiator (cybertronian equivalent of having to supervise your least favorite athlete)

setting: Pre-Overlord Defection. G-9 has not happened yet!

cross posted on ao3. i mainly post on ao3!

— He’s actually noticed you for a long while now. Overlord has had a small dislike towards you for your sheering fucking audacious behavior back during the Pre-War era. He remembers seeing you in the gladiatorial pits in the audience. Overlord remembers well how you cheered on and on for Megatron instead of him and how you shout out insults at Overlord from the sidelines to his fragging face when Megatron was giving him the defeat of a lifetime. At the time, it enraged him beyond everything he's ever felt. He honestly wanted to hunt you down after that fight and terminate you himself. But he couldn’t do much about it in those times and to be honest, he’s grown out of it now (mostly). He doesn’t care about the opinion of some random miner who spectated his fights millions of years ago, why should he be some random bot's favorite gladiator in the first place? Even if said miner had the ball bearings to say it to his face that he wasn’t as good as Megatron all those millennia ago.

— He didn’t like your blind hero worship towards both of your now-boss-and-commander back then so it amuses him to no end to know that you obviously came out to be a Decepticon once the war started but he hadn’t found that out till he was assigned to your ship, unfortunately. You’re the in-charge and the star system within which your unit operates in has planets ready for cyberforming so that means Phase Six is to be initiated on said planets. Cue Overlord waltzing onto your ship one day to commit mass genocide.

— Overlord is solely annoying you for his own amusement as well as to get back at you for his Pre-War humiliation. This is an opportunity he’s not going to miss. Usually, he doesn't really engage in conversation with Commanders or Officers or any of the crew on any of the ships he’s been on in general, unless its to mess with them. He doesn’t like authority figures.

— Now Overlord is used to being feared by the mechs of his own faction and he enjoys their fear tremendously but none of them really ever stares daggers at him like you do as you pass by him in the hallways. Overlord can tell you don’t really like having him around with that glare you give him, he thinks it's cute. He can tell you’re weary of him causing chaos on-board and being the CO (Commanding Officer) of this ship, Overlord is well aware that you’d be held responsible. So he purposefully stirs up shit to piss you off and hear that signature sigh he’d gotten used to for the past four solar cycles.

— He’ll probably try approaching you with some mundane small talk to further annoy you only for you to shut him down immediately but by being annoyed with him, you’re only spurring him on to continue. Overlord likes being a pain in the aft. Eventually, it becomes a running gag between you two and he will get more bolder. Your teammates are kind of stunned that you’d speak to a fucking Phaser Sixer that way or the fact that you even knew Overlord to a level. But you did run this ship so none of your subordinates dared to question you.

— He has no respect for personal space. Overlord will stand uncomfortably close to you because he can and he knows you’re not going to even try, you’re well aware of how stubborn he is. He likes making you uncomfortable.

— Since you’re the CO of the ship, Overlord unfortunately has to report to you by Decepticon Code and it's something the both of you hate because you want nothing with the mech and Overlord hates knowing that he has to address you of all bots with respect. He only calls you ‘Commander’ in a mock sarcastic way which just, honestly, it just makes you sigh. You’re already tired of dealing with the crew you have and now you have to look after Overlord of all mechs.

— Your no-nonsense attitude and coldness honestly amuses him. It's a stark contrast to the spitfire of a cheerful fanbot he despised. He does find you a little boring though. How you're so strict on protocol, how you insist on roll call every morning, how you pester him for his report… Honestly, he thinks you'd get along somewhat well with Tarn at this point. He hates being bossed around and that just further fuels his need to be the biggest helmache you've ever had.

— He’s not going to say it yet but he finds this new you sort of… attractive in a way. Stern and commanding, as if you could control him. As much as he found it annoying, he liked a bot that challenged him.

— He also liked how you seemed to be more… tired with him annoying you than really angry. Overlord find the face you make when he approaches you absolutely golden. It's enough for him to smile with glee.

— One time, the two of you were on a mission together and you weren’t too happy to be with him. In fact, it was a mission assigned to you but he insists on just following, as he said in his words: “to make sure his Commanding Officer is safe” knowing damn well that you're the last bot that needs any sort of ‘safety’ from anyone. He can tell it pisses you off and it amuses him to no end just how much you don’t like him. In reality, he’s just tagging along with you to not feel bored after he’s decimated entire civilizations.

Overlord stands by you as you kneel down to the Autobot you just knocked out. Overlord has his signature scrap-eating grin and you let out an aggravated sigh, you really didn’t like being around him… and he was intent on following you around to bother you, even during your missions.

“I thought we needed the Autobot alive for interrogation, Commander. Seems you’re a step away from terminating him.” Overlord sighs in a rather impish fashion as venom drips from his tone at the word ‘Commander’, he’s mocking you and you know it but you just can’t find the energy to care.

“No. My plan is not to offline him, Overlord.” You reply as you rise up after taking note of the bot’s spark signature, Overlord is slightly intrigued by that but his face never betrays what he feels. Sure the Autobot’s color was still present on his frame but his optics shone the bright blue he loathes ever so dimly, as if the poor thing were on the last fumes of his spark while he clings on desperately to his miserable existence. He would meet the Allspark soon, or so Overlord muses. Especially with how immobile he was, not even able to flinch as your digits accidentally brush past open circuit ends. That would usually draw out a pretty sweet screeching scream from Overlord’s experience.

“What do you mean? He’s limp on the floor.” Overlord folds his servos against his chassis, raising an optical ridge at you. A quizzical look on his features which was a rare sight, the brutal ex-gladiator usually caught on to what a bot does without having to ask given how terrifying his intellect was.

“I hit the Autobot on an exposed part of his backstruts when he left it open in our fight that you so graciously showed up to spectate.” He can hear the teeth through your words despite your calm and soft tone, it makes him chuckle. Overlord watched you struggle as you fought instead of helping you. It certainly had you annoyed that Overlord wouldn’t help but his reasoning, unbeknownst to you, is that he’s too busy watching how your frame moves. You looked good after a fight, in his unvoiced opinion.

“The gauntlets allow me to control the force I am using and it was enough to snap the spinal motor cording.” You sigh and graciously explain to your irksome Phase Sixer ‘companion’, showing off the upgrade on your servos as you do so by extending your them out towards him as he examines closely, taking a step closer to your energon-stained servos. He seems somewhat impressed as the realization of what you’ve done dawns on him; his servos remain folded but he’s got that smirk you wish you could wipe off his face on. Overlord may have been more about the… displays and brute force but he was intelligent.

After all, it’s what made Overlord so deadly.

“So… you paralyzed this sorry sod?” He has a wicked grin now as he studies the Autobot that lay before you two on the ground, his frame is wreck— a few open ended cabling from your slashes and breaches in his armor from your blaster shots as he leaks out energon, not enough for him to go into stasis though as he lay immobile. He's impressed to say the least, with how far you’ve come from what he remembers you as.

“I prefer immobilized.” You look down, cold and uncaring as you kneel toward the unmoving frame in front of you. He can see the indifference in your own crimson gaze, as if you stay aware of this bot’s suffering but simply can’t seem to care and a part of him wants you to look at him like that, not like he’d say it outright how attractive he finds it.

“The Autobot is caged in his own frame. He can’t move, he can’t escape, he can’t scream and he can’t even cry. So we don’t have to worry about escape plans and the immobility makes it easier to use a cortical psychic patch to get the information we need. The lack of noise from his frame also means it’ll be a lot easier to move through deep enemy territory.”

Overlord is slightly startled by the words that leave your vocalizer as you explain your reasoning, his wicked grin faltering. His face for once, betrays how he feels with how his crimson optics slightly widen but thankfully, you don’t seem to notice as you’re rummaging through the Autobot’s subspace, probably trying to make sure he wasn’t carrying anything that could give out his location. Now, he didn’t dislike your words. But such… he doesn’t even have the word for it… Ruthlessness? Brutality? Intelligence? Practicality? Sadism?... Whatever it was. All of… this was coming from the same bot he remembers resenting in the gladiatorial pits all those millennia ago for being an annoying little suck up and it clearly startled him, how radically different you were now. He clearly had the wrong idea about you. Not to mention, how you didn’t seem to think of Autobots as… individuals, referring to the third person that can hear their conversation perfectly fine from your shoulders as a mere obstacle.

But… he has to take a moment to just admire your creativity. Overlord was expect another typical Decepticon-style torture treatment for whatever information it was that you needed. Not like he was against it though but the old torture routine had lost its charm over time to the Phase Sixer. He was starting to get bored with it. Invading some random Autobot’s memories as they helplessly watch, unable to do absolutely anything about it sounds a lot more… fresh and tempting.

His optics quickly return to its regular smug look, watching you ever so intently as you kneel back down to carry the unfortunate bot over your shoulders. It's apparent that you've gotten bigger and stronger with how effortlessly you carry up a bot nearly your height. He can't help but take a moment to take his crimson optics over your frame for a moment— whatever upgrade you've gotten was certainly impressive. He can tell you’re built for speed, strength and agility.

But what intrigued him the most was your thinking. He's been around cruel mechs (and been a cruel mech) long enough to know how a sadist looks down at their work and… You didn’t seem sadistic, you weren’t really admiring your handiwork nor did you seem to take much joy in it, but you were willing to be brutal if it meant it was the more efficient route. He can’t help but admire that. A secretive, intelligent and cold cruelty; drastically different to the loud and brash explosive flames of blind hatred most Decepticons had.

You were absolutely diabolical.

And he was loving every moment of it.

Overlord could tell he was going to absolutely adore this new you. No one’s managed to get him this impressed and startled in a long, long time.

— He's surprised to find out that you’re actually sort of insane as well? Not really but somewhat? Clearly, he has misjudged you for being boring and plain. Evident with your methodologies— you prioritize efficiency over anything else and he sort of gets why Megatron has somewhat of a high opinion on you. You’re loyal and you know how to get the job done. In Overlord’s experience, Decepticons usually have one of two.

—However, it’s not unwelcome. He doesn’t mind it but your apathy is sort of unexpected? To him, he still thinks of you as that tiny little annoying fan that doesn’t know how to shut up about their leader (even if you’ve certainly gotten bigger). But now... you’re more silent, a lot more mature and a lot more devious. The war has taken its toll on you... and Overlord, in his own twisted way, can’t help but start to find the result of it somewhat attractive. He likes a bot that could match his freak. Needless to say, he’s grown intrigued by who you’ve now become.

— Remember that whole not having any respect for your personal space thing? Yeah… that gets a whole lot worse now that he's intrigued by you, to a point where he's constantly getting glares from you as he pushes his luck. He dared to wrap his servo around your shoulder which earned him a quick, stern “Keep your distance.” from you. He listens at the moment you say it, only to do it again moments later. But his touches don’t really escalate from your shoulders.

— He’s like your tail at this point, following you around whenever he’s bored has become a routine habit. You find it slightly annoying but you can’t do anything about it other than sigh. Despite your tenacity, there was no way by the Pits you could discipline a Phase Sixer, Warrior Elite… that was far above anything you could do and you seemed to acknowledge that. Overlord has come to enjoy your tired sighs directed at him. Ironically enough, the rest of your crew assumes you’ve managed to keep him close to keep an optic on him… but that one small advantage does not make up for it in comparison to the insufferable personality of this mech.

— Sometimes you scold him and he just pouts playfully, pretending to be hurt because he really does not care at all. He's a cocky bastard. Overlord thinks its cute you're even trying to in the first place.

— The more he follows you around on your various missions, the more he finds himself admiring your way of doing things. He can’t help but get more and more intrigued by your cold, silent ruthlessness, so distant from the grandeur displays of the same he exhibits with his dramatic flare.

There you were. Another successful mission and Overlord watches keenly, watching you work has become somewhat of a hobby for him now. He admires the way your processor works. You’d manage to eliminate an entire unit of seven single-handedly by picking them off one by one from the shadows and terminating them in silence. You were scarily stealthy, he could see that. You were light on your pedes, not even he could pick up on the sounds of your pede-steps.

“I must say, you’re certainly creative.” Overlord speaks with a surprising amount of sincerity in his tone that is actually not sarcasm for once which visibly startles you and he can tell that with how your crimson optics slight widen, you truly didn’t expect it from him. It makes him amused.

“When you pick them off one by one, the rest get panicked and they do something brash.” You explain your approach, Overlord has found the way you explain why you did what you did quite charming by now even if its slightly off putting.

“Hm. Weaponizing their anxiety and fears? How dastardly.” Overlord was more of a ‘making his presence known’ kind of mech however, he’s grown to silently admire your way of getting things done. You were absolutely cunning and dangerous and he loves it; he’s honestly surprised you haven’t tried to worm your way up to a higher rank. He also finds the small smile you give him when he figures out the basis of your approaches somewhat endearing. As if you're glad someone finally gets it.

“Exactly. Not just that but Autobots value comradery so if one of them goes missing, the others are sure to come follow.” Overlord was honestly finding himself liking you more and more as time goes by. You might be the only bot who’s surprised him with continuous streaks at this points because his smirk widens after hearing your words.

“Using their unity, their biggest strength to your advantage?” Overlord chuckles at the sheer wickedness you’re capable of. He has not met another Decepticon half as strategic or intelligent as you. Had every ‘Con been like you, he figures they would’ve won millennia ago. Even if you reminded him of a serial killer at times. Not like he is any better.

“You truly are something else. Full of surprises.”

— One of his favorite things to do ever is just invade your workstation to annoy you. Overlord won’t knock but you can tell by his heavy pede-steps that he’s outside your door and you have to mentally prepare yourself as the mech proceeds to make his grand entrance by waltzing in like he owns the place. You’ve tried your very best to get him to go away but its to no avail. Overlord just hovers by you as you type out reports, speaking of his musings and engaging in conversation with you.

— Overlord is actually not really bad to talk to in casual conversation. A lot less intense than he usually is, though his snarky demeanor remains. In fact, he finds you very interesting now and he’s slightly genuinely curious to know what you feel and think. He finds himself wanting to understand you but he’s not going to say that out loud yet.

— He didn’t like your blind hero worship then. He does not like it now given Overlord’s strained relationship with your leader. The one thing he does not like you talking about is Megatron, you seem to have an innate ability to ramble on about Megatron for hours on end and it really really pisses him off but he doesn’t show that yet. Overlord finds himself slightly… jealous in way? He’s always envied their leader but your words make it worse.

— Now, would Overlord realize he might have some sort of feelings for you? Yes. He definitely would. Overlord would assess himself thoroughly when he realizes he genuinely finds himself enjoying your company. But the biggest give-away to him that he likes you is the fact that he starts to find himself genuinely caring about your opinion which is a huge deal because he does not care about what any bot has to say. Overlord has never been one for romance, he isn’t sure on what to do with this realization. If he likes something, he’ll take it for himself. But he wouldn’t really do anything about it, for now. Solely because you’ve earned his respect to an extent. Overlord is the type to start off as very vague and slowly build it up. He’s got the patience.

— He wouldn’t really say anything about it but he finds himself quite pleased that you’ve gotten used to him and his looming presence. Overlord can also see that you’ve begun to slowly lose your cold icy exterior around him, he suspects that you’ve come to enjoy his presence slightly as well and he’s got quite a smug grin about it.

— Your crew is kind of terrified to approach you now because of his hulking figure looming above and it entertains him to be honest. Overlord can also tell you seem to care quite a lot about your crew which he finds quite… ironic in a way? It was as if your cold apathy was purely reserved for your duties. Overlord can see that you’re generally just introverted; you care about your crew, sure but you aren’t too keen on going out of your way to strike up conversations with… anyone really. A part of him envies your crew gets to see a slightly softer side of you.

— He can see that you truly do care about them with the way you’re harsh with them in general when it comes to reprimanding but you get a lot more…soft when in private. Overlord knows this because he’s seen you scold a few soldiers with genuine concern privately in your workstation, away from prying optics. He refused to leave your workspace when you asked him to during that moment so he ended up seeing this. Overlord isn’t sure on what to feel about knowing you can be soft. On one hand, its a weakness but by Primus, what he’d give to be scolded like that.

— Its the only reason he doesn’t terrorize your crew and, the nicest thing Overlord is capable of is abstaining from committing heinous acts. Something like the bare minimum of not committing murder without reason is kindness in his twisted optics. He's got stalker tendencies as well, he's gone from following you whenever you're in the vicinity to trying to find you for the sole purpose of following you. Sometimes though, he's just content with watching you from a distance and he's quite good at making sure his presence stays hidden. Overlord has become determined to know absolutely everything he can about you because of just how much you've piqued his interests.

— Overlord is definitely the type to check you out when you’re not looking. Only reason he doesn’t when you’re aware of his gaze and presence is because he wants his intentions to remain ominous. He also kind of cares about your opinion on him now so he doesn’t want to give off a bad impression, he’s aware you already sort of don’t like him.

— Unfortunately, his time with you on your ship comes to an end after a few years. He’s got other planets to go off to and destroy for the Decepticon Cause. His farewell isn’t very heartfelt, but he is dramatic about it.

“I suppose this is the end, Commander.” Overlord sighs in dramatic fashion. He’s gotten used to his name for you, ‘Commander’ and honestly, you’ve gotten used to it as well. He can’t help but have a smug grin at your slightly amused smile.

“Farewell, Overlord.” You just wave a little, rather awkward but mostly indifferent. He can sense that a small part of you might actually miss his pestering and he can certainly tell that you’re not used to goodbyes either. You continue to hold that signature blank face as your smile slowly dies down as he walks out, towards the rampway of a space bridge. Overlord turns around for a moment as he watches you walk away. His crimson optics slightly gleaming.

He was definitely coming back for you at some point. You’ve intrigued him quite a bit and he’s proud to say that you’ve managed to live in his helm almost just as much as Megatron has.

— After that whole thing, the only places he’s seen you at is in certain formal functions or meetings. His unpredictable mood improves drastically upon seeing you, a smug smile or often times, even a genuine smile creeps up on his face. You usually don’t engage with anyone at such events given your introverted nature, keeping to yourself in a corner while chaos ensues around you and who’s Overlord to deny you company? He’ll sit by you and catch up. But these little run-ins happen like once in a few megacycles. Despite this, you’ve managed to stay in his helm. He won’t say it but he misses you and he can tell a small part of you, just a tiny part of you might have fallen for his charm.

— However, this does not last. You’re foolish if you think anything could stay even remotely somewhat wholesome with a mech like Overlord even if he did act like your temporary guard dog for the relativelt short while he was on your ship. But that will be realized in time.

[jinuaei]

Drawing a shitty comic based on a convo between me and @justarandomweeb

I go sleep neow

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I can 100% see

Husk and Overlord!Husk differing when it comes to sex.

Husk is more gentle, soft, he's terrified something that you'll leave him. He's not like he used to be, he's softer around the belly.

Light nips, a soft brush of his tail , holding you in his wings.

Would be nervous for any form of public sex, god forbid someone walked in on you two, would be even worse if he was in a rut and he knotted you. Like's it better when he is on top, he loves being able to hold you and look into your eyes.

But Overlord!Husk, now that is a completely different story.God does he love fucking you, he loves to dig his nails into your thighs. Will fuck you in any position but prefers it when you're on all fours or when you're riding him.

Overlord!Husk will fuck you in front of a room full of people in the casino. Does not give a shit at all because god you looked so fucking good.

Lot's of groping while you're fucking him, needing your breasts. He wants you to moan, he wants them to hear them how good he's making you feel.

Possessive and needy, Overlord!Husk will mark you up and knot you.

You're his and his alone.