#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

[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!

[devilart2199-aibi]

Transformers Valentines! 💝

Free to print out and give to loved one's, friends or people you appreciate! 💞😊 (or as a gift to yourself!) Please do not repost or attempt to sell!

[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]

condolences to the human in interludes part 8 but outta my way COWARD i'm gonna get some huge evil robot dick from overlord. if he talks about how much he wants to feel my intestines squirm in his hands while he's got me in a mating press, i think that's hot actually, keep talking. sometimes you can find love even if you're mega nasty.

🤣 you guys are brave souls 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ rough fragging

Interludes Pt 18

Overlord x Reader, Tarn x Reader

• Lips twitching as other Cybertronians and the little organics avoid them, Overlord vents to pull the acrid bite of human fear deep and shudders as his spike stirs in reaction. Addicted to their anxiety, their unconscious ability to sense the predators in their midst. Banding together with Tarn to try and find one specific, little toy. Doesn’t particularly like the other mech, though he’s a bit more tolerable since he stopped fawning over Megatron after the truce. And the offer the other mech had made? Too delicious to pass up.

• Optics sliding over the organics, searching for one human in particular. The one he’d seen with Megatron the night before, the one the former warlord, their betrayer, pulled into a room after letting the human sit on his thigh, the two whispering together. So sickeningly sweet. And his lips curl behind his mask when he finally spots you, striding your way as you toss back a brightly colored drink. Reaching out, he ghosts a servo against the side of your neck and you whirl, eyes wide. Before giving him a slow once over. “Hi,” you whisper, smiling.

• While you were hoping to find your hookup from last night, this guy’s interesting. His mask hiding his face, red optics staring at you hungrily. Skin prickling as another big mech walks up on your other side. Two for one? “This is the one, Tarn?” The newcomer asks, voice low as he smiles and there’s a shiver of unease that trips through you, something in the back of your mind jangling a warning that something’s off. “Soft,” he adds, a servo sliding along the quick thrum of your pulse in your throat. “My name is Overlord,” he growls, leaning close so his lips brush the shell of your ear. “You’ll use it when I’m inside you.”

• Smiling lazily as your expression becomes less certain, Overlord almost laughs. Servos curling around your upper arm, he tugs half expecting you to fight and delighted when your eyes narrow, chin lifting defiantly as you come with him. What do you see? A challenge to conquer? Watching Tarn go fetch a room token, he leads you to a room. Wondering if you’d enjoyed Megatron, venting he can’t find a trace of the other mech still on you. Hopes Megatron shows up, because he’s going to enjoy dumping you in the traitor’s lap, thighs slick with him and Tarn. A little gift. He just hasn’t decided if he’d rather you be still alive or not when he does it.

• Opening the door, Tarn watches Overlord pull you inside. It’ll be a small miracle if the psychopath doesn’t kill you for fun, the mech a little too fond of getting his hands wet. Imagining claiming Megatron’s newest toy, he almost smiles as he secures the door behind them. Turning to find you stripping already without being asked, baring soft, delicate skin. It’s the faint discolored spots on your hips his attention snags on. Shapes that look like the marks from a mech’s servos. Someone gripping you as they frag you and his spike is aching to be freed, wondering if those are from Megatron as he reaches and lines his own servos with them, pressing to make you squirm and look up at him. And then pressing harder, head tipping when you break free, stumbling back. “You’re lucky, I like it a little rough,“ you say and he is smiling behind his mask now at how indignant you sound. Like you’re in charge. He’s going to mark you, leave little mementos on you just for Megatron. So the warlord will know he’s had you. Claimed you.

• Common sense whispering that these two are a little off and that maybe you should cry off and find someone else, you rub your thighs together and back up, climbing up on the plush bed. Because you’ve always had a thing for danger, and there’s a little thrill now at the predatory way they’re watching you. “You’ll take Tarn first,” Overlord growls, making it an order. “I want that mouth on my spike.” Apparently he’s the one in control of this encounter, all dominance and so certain he’ll be obeyed and you’re willing to play along for now. Aroused at the idea of turning the tables on him. Dominating him. Making him beg.

• Wonders if you’ve kissed Megatron with that mouth, imagines you kissing Megatron after having his spike in your mouth. So obedient, playing along as you move to the edge of the bed on your knees. Overlord’s aware of Tarn getting up on the berth behind you, releasing his spike and touching you, servos sliding against you, but he cups your soft cheek in a hand, servo sliding against your bottom lip as he frees his own spike and wonders what color you are on the inside. Red like human blood? Optics narrowing as you rest a palm against his hip, the other gripping his spike. And those eyes flick up to him as your mouth opens, tongue sliding against the head of his spike and through the slick beading there. Tasting him.

• Breath hitching as the Tarn’s servos slip free of you and his spike stretches you, your mouth closes on the head of Overlord’s spike, tongue sliding over him. Before pulling away when Tarn begins moving inside you. Hear Overlord growl and you blow on his spike to make him shudder, optics widening. He likes rough and you’re pretty sure if you try to deep throat him, he’s going to thrust. Seems like that type. So you graze him with your teeth, tongue and lips chasing his biolights as his servos sink into your hair. “More,” he snarls, and Tarn’s hips are pumping urgently, almost driving you forward with every deep thrust. Holding Overlord’s optics, your mouth closes on the head of his spike, sucking as your tongue slides against him.

• Shuddering at the sight of you on your knees, mouth wrapped around his spike, Overlord’s jaw works. Only dimly aware of Tarn rutting against you, feeling you rock forward slightly with every thrust so your head bobs as you take a little more of him. Making him imagine fisting your hair and driving deep, making you take all of him, pounding into you. How rough could he get without breaking you? Groaning at how sweet you look, watching him, he plays with your soft hair. Almost worshipful on your knees with his spike in your warm, wet mouth. Servos flexing in your hair as your tongue strokes the underside of his spike and you take a little more, he grunts, fans kicking on as his hips flex. Overloading and groaning as you swallow, trying to pull away, that little flicker of worry in your eyes when he won’t immediately release you euphoric before he finally lets you go, hearing you sputter. And he’s gripping his spike, pumping, servos rough as he slicks your skin with his release, painting you in him. Hears Tarn snarl at him in disgust, even as the other mech’s overloading inside you and without being able to brace against him, you lose your balance, hands scrambling against the side of the bed to not fall as Tarn’s servos grip your hips, grinding against you.

• Slipping free of your slick heat, Tarn lets go and shifts to the foot of the bed. Only marginally aware of Overlord catching you to keep you from hitting the floor. “Animal,” he snarls, lip curling at the mess the other mech made of you, the bed. Satisfied with claiming Megatron’s little toy, he wipes down his spike. Glancing up when Overlord flips you onto your belly in the mess he just made and leans over you, burying his spike in you to make you gasp. Wonders if you’ll survive that lunatic, but then, that’s not really his problem. He got what he wanted and he hides away his spike. Letting himself out as you moan, a leg kicking out. Wondering what Megatron would hate more, if Overlord breaks you or if he kept you.

• Fingers fisting in the blankets as his hips snap against you, the big mech leans to pin you as he growls in your ear. “I almost want to see what’s inside you. Turn you inside out, know you’re slick inside,” he growls, the words soft, a twisted mockery of a lover whispering sweet nothings. “Want me to pull you apart while I’m inside you?Feel your heart beating in my hand while I frag you.” And he’s rutting against you, hips pumping deep and hard. “Scream for me.” And oh, he’s so deliciously fucked up. Dangerous. You’d thought t last night’s mech was fun, but that has been so same compared to this. He’s going to destroy you. Crying out his name as you come apart, he almost drives the air out of your lungs when he drapes himself against your back, letting you feel enough of his weight to be uncomfortable as he keeps moving against you. Shuddering with his overload, servos bruising on you as he vents against your cheek and neck. “I think I love you,” he growls right before his denta sink into your shoulder and you shatter again, his hips still pumping.

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[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!?!!

[xaytheloser]

giggling kicking my feet imagining Overlord being obsessed with a human that literally hates only him, like they are literally an angel to everyone else but when he speaks they're just "DIE DIE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!! KYS!!!!!!!!!!" and he's just like "whatever you say babe😍😍😍😍😍"

he doesn't even view it as a bad thing, he's just delusional and thinks they're just playing "hard to get"-

In some ways, I'd imagine he'd be even worse than Sunder jsbfuzksixngvzndgvfuszdx-

[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.