#overlords!reader

[swagyalastorwife]

Carmilla Carmine x new!overlord!reader

A/N: hiiiiiiii guyssss so this fanfiction is based on a request i hope you like it ❤️❤️ sorry for the spelling mistakes

⚠️warning⚠️:jealousy and that's it

Part2

You hadn't been dead very long, and after a few weeks you became one of the most powerful overlords.

You worked on manufacturing energy weapons, using angelic steel as your main material.

And of course, your rise to power didn't please Carmilla much, seeing you as a sort of rival for her.

Because you work in the same fields.

Every time she saw you, she felt immense jealousy and felt constantly in competition with you.

Were you releasing a new type of weapons? She'll try to release a new weapon better than yours.

But one day, she got tired of feeling like she was competing with you, so she decided to go see you in your weapons factory to talk with you and maybe work together.

As she stood in front of the factory gate, you saw her on the cameras.

To be honest, you admire and respect Carmilla a lot. She was literally the first to start making Angelique weapons. You could say she's your inspiration. So when you saw her come in and head towards you, you completely panicked.

"Hello Y/n, I came to see you because I'd like us to talk."

The atmosphere was heavy, and when Carmila entered the factory, all your employees stopped working, staring at the scene in front of them.

Without really thinking, you didn't let Carmilla finish her sentence before you said to her

"I know what you're talking about, it's because I'm dating your daughter,Clara..."

A deep silence fell over the factory, and Carmilla looked at you in shock and was ready to kill you

I can tell you would have preferred not to say anything

(^-^)/🤍🖤💜

[devilart2199-aibi]

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[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.”

[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

[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

[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.”

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“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.

-----

“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

[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!?!!

[xaythefreak]

I can imagine the image of Fort Max chasing after Overlord when he came to kidnapped reader. It was a usual sight you can see everyday on Lost Light.

Also, Tarn is fuming. Not another rival!

I LOVE the yandere harem au my beloved (/p) mutual @jinuaei has made I have been playing with these guys around in my head like little dolls <33

Fort Max would HATE that other bots are seeking your affections, ESPECIALLY if those bots include Overlord! the two stain the halls with each other's energon when they fight over you (which happens often). the only bot he sorta tolerates around you is Rung, since he knows he poses the least danger around you, still, he would prefer to have you all to himself sometimes....

Tarn is screaming crying throwing up, he doesn't like sharing his deity with anyone :((

anyways I was too tired to draw something you you get this meme <3 (I'll draw something later I pinky promise </3)

( (y/n) design belongs to the lovely @justarandomweeb <3 check them out! they're super cool :3)

[swagyalastorwife]

Martha x yandere!overlord!reader {one shot}

Author's notes : hiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️

so I wrote this fanfiction after a request I hope you like it and if you want to send me your ideas don't hesitate because i will close de requests very soon ❤️❤️❤️

⚠️warning ⚠️: violent vocabulary, yandere

You had been in hell for a very long time, long enough to become a powerful overlord, yes everyone respected you and everyone wanted you, but you didn't want anyone, well until today.

As you were leaving one of those long meetings that Carmila organized every month and to be honest you HATED these meetings, they were long and boring.

After 5 hours of meeting Carmila let you go home and as you opened the door of the building you saw her, she was so beautiful and she was so charismatic , and that's when you understood that you wanted her, yes she had to be yours and no one else's!

But you couldn't just go to her and say

"hey do you want to be mine?"

No that was way too weird so you just decided to follow her home.

Then you watched her clean her house, cook herself something to eat then shower and all that with eyes filled with love and obsession you couldn't part with her anymore and you had to find a way to make her accept it.

The next night Martha left her house to go clubbing, have fun and probably sleep with the first guy she found to her liking, you of course decided to follow her to this club and you saw her dancing and rubbing herself on a demon and you didn't like it, no you really didn't like it so you waited for Martha to look away to kill the demon, and the night passed.

Martha came home around 2am, 3am for and she saw you sitting on her couch waiting quietly her return:

"fuck who are you and what are you doing in my house ?"

"calm down I'm here to make you an offer"

"an offer?"

"if you agree to belong to me forever you'll be the happiest demon , but if you refuse I'll be forced to be violent and I really don't want to damage your beautiful face"

"pffff you think you're making me, go get out of my house I'm tired"

"Martha!"

"Fuck you - wait how do you know my name?"

"i know a lot more about you Martha more than you think ~"

Uou could see the fear in her eyes and it only strengthened your feelings for her, you wanted her to be yours and you would do anything for it:

"Come on Martha, don't make me wait"

you said as you approached her

"back off you psychopath!"

"Come on sign and I'll leave you alone, come on ~~"

You said in a seductive tone

"fine I'll sign, but you promise to leave me alone you bastards?"

" yes~~"

You made the contract appear in which was written:

•That Martha is yours and yours alone

•She will never have the right to go out or talk to anyone other than you

•she owes you all her love and loyalty

•she must always be by your side when you decide

•And above all love you

She signed:

"I am proud of you my love, come here kiss me~ I need it"

"but you are completely crazy I will never do s-"

A y/c chain appears around her neck and that's when she understood that from that moment on nothing was the same as before for Martha, but you didn't care you had what you wanted you had Martha she was yours and only yours and no one else could have her.

The years passed so quickly and you were so happy with your Martha, she obeyed you {it was the rules of her contract}.

But she, she hated you, she detested you so much you had stolen her freedom.

Martha had never stopped trying to leave you, to run away but of course you always brought her back to your side, except that this time things were different...

Martha had prepared your favorite meal for this evening:

"thank you my love it makes me very happy that you thought of me like that"

"oh but you're welcome Y/n it's with pleasure"

The evening passed when suddenly you started to feel a pain in your chest and you could no longer breathe properly and that's when you understood:

"this bitch poisoned me, fuck "

When Martha heard you she hurried to run to the kitchen and delicately opened the window, however she knew that it was not going to be that easy you always managed to catch up with her:

"where do you think you can go like that"

"I'm going where I want and no one will stop me asshole"

"that's what we'll see"

A chain Y/c appeared around her neck and tightened more and more preventing Martha to breathe properly:

"Listen to me bitch if I can't have you then no one else will understand you? You signed this fucking contract so now you're mine"

she nodded at you and you let the chain come off then you left for your shared room

"what the fuck did I do"

I hope you like iiit (^-^)/❤️ i will close de requests very soon so if you want to send me your ideas don't hesitate ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[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-

[izukumidoriyanumber1]

Alastor's Soul Owner, Overlord Lover HC (FEMALE)

[Sfw+Nsfw]

-He loved the fact that you were in control of him at all times

-he was such a sadistic asshole that he would purposefully piss you off so youd pull that chain you had clasped to his neck. 

-he has and will get down on his knees for you

-hes actually fucking nuts

-Alastor loved pain, if only inflicted by you

-the two of you weren’t even technically together, he was just your lap dog

-but he loved it either way

-he loved when you called him ‘my little bitch’

-it really got him going

-alastor had pitched the idea of ‘helping’ out Charlie’s hotel, and you reluctantly agreed. 

-but you genuinely cared about him, truly. 

-take, for example, his with with Adam. 

-you were set to protect Charlie and help fight off the other exorcists, but you were worried about Alastor and his soon to be fight with the first man.

-Once Adam arrived byt the roof, you saw flashes of green and yellows and white as he fought. 

-but Adam sent a long, bright strike towards Alastor, and you felt yourself get weaker.

-once you reached the top of the hotel, you saw Alastor on his hands and knees, clutching his stomach with his broken staff in one hand.

-you gasped and sent a blow to adam that had him staggering for a minute. 

-you took alastor to his radio tower and gave him a stern talking to.

Your face was serious as you looked down at the panting deer demon. 

“Alastor, why didn’t you use your angelic weapon?”

He almost flinched at how stern your voice was.

“My dear, I-”

“You're too reckless, Alastor! You- you were almost killed!” your voice wavered a little, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He was shocked. You beckoned him to you and retrieved the first aid from the wall. You wrapped his wound carefully in the thick gauze and gingerly buttoned his coat afterwards. Your hand lingered on his heaving chest before coming up to gently cup his face.

His breathing hitched and his eyes visibly softened. Alastor’s gaze held yours and you slowly crept closer, your eyes closing at the closeness. 

You rest your forehead against his, taking in his warmth. 

“I…I was worried about you, Alastor.”

His hand weakly came up to brush away a stray tear. 

“Don’t worry, my love. It won’t happen again.”

-after that, the two of you were closer. 

-closer, as in, like emotionally. I mean, you owned his soul, how much closer could you get?

-You were more affectionate to each other, more loving.

-Eventually, Alastor came up to you and got down on one knee, asking to take your hand in marriage. 

-I mean, the two of you had known each other for decades, you had practically spent a lifetime together.

-He had gotten a ring and all.

-It was done randomly in the newly built hotel, when everyone was conversing and hanging out in the lobby.

Alastor took your hand and lowered to the ground, looking up into your eyes with his glowing red ones. 

You gasped, both in shock and confusion. “Al…”

The rest of the staff turned and watched silently. 

“My love, I feel as though I’ve known you for my entire life. I’m aware this is awfully sudden but I fear you’ve taken my heart within your beautiful hands. I want to hold you, kiss you, and tell you everything will be alright as your husband. Will you marry me, my dear Y/n?”

“Yes, Alastor. Of course I’ll marry you!” 

He leapt forward and placed his lips on yours in a tender, loving kiss. The staff erupted in applause and cheers. 

“Get some, smiles!” Angel cheered, whistling.

Alastor pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. 

Tears escaped your eyes and you summoned his golden contract, adorned with his very own signature, and handed it to him.

He looked at it with shock. 

“Really?” 

You nodded. 

He rolled it up and put it in his back pocket, before setting his microphone aside and playing fast paced swing jazz. Alastor took hold of your waist and dipped you low, kissing your lips.

-and then you danced. Everyone else in the hotel paired up and joined in.

-husker with angel, charlie with vaggie, lucifer (begrudgingly) with cherri, and Niffty with a stray egg boi.

-it was sweet, really.

-now, back to the headcanons.

-sex life!

-alastor would make you wait until after your wedding, but after that, it was free reign.

-he preferred missionary so he could see your face and kiss you while he fucked you, and also

-hes an old soul.

-his voice grows about 2 octaves deeper and the static grows but it only makes the experience more enjoyable.

-you’d always loved his voice, but this was your favorite version of alastor.

-his smile was more sultry and lazy than usual.

-if you read the pure hearted s/o hc, i said this as well.

-he looooves to see the bump made in the bottom of your stomach made by his thick lengthy cock. 

-he loves to fill you up with his cum especially if hes in a rut

-even though he cant, he loves to breed you and tell you how badly he wants to give you his children.

-but overall, his soul still remains yours but you gave him the freedom to be able to break that deal anytime he pleased.

-which he couldnt help but admire.

[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.

[jinuaei]

So I have written some ideas for Yan Tarn, Overlord, and Rung + Reader dynamic. I'm keeping it lighthearted because MTMTE keeps breaking my heart. I'm planning on writing a fic as like an introduction but feel free to send in asks. (Don't expect lore accuracy I'm still on issue 15 as of writing this)

Both Tarn and Overlord think Rung as harmless so they let him hang around Reader.

If reader gets kidnapped by Overlord, Rung has to come with (as per reader’s request) ←- Daily occurrence btw, LL has protocols to fuck off when they see Overlord walking down the halls with you and Rung in his arms and Tarn coming back from Overlords cell (now basically his room) with both of you in his arms. (I imagine Rung using his microphone thumb to announce you both being kidnapped)

Oh yeah, Overlord routinely breaks out of his cell to kidnap you.

Rung likes you caring for him and melts when you call his name because you always remember. I feel like he’s clingy, but acts like it’s normal and as @/Xaythefreak says, feels guilty when he wanks. Self aware Yandere, and feels bad about it but can’t help but be drawn to you.

Definitely gets off to you calling his name because I say so.

OH MY GOD CUCK CHAIR RUNG — I AM SORRY BUT HE GETS THAT TREATMENT

Tarn would most likely let him participate because you want him to, or maybe he gets off seeing his deity fuck another bot which means he’d also willingly be cucked. (Smth smth he is not worthy to feel your soft, delicate skin against his rough, war-forged frame.)

Overlord will let Rung participate because you cry out for Rung for comfort (Ugh Rung talking you through it while Overlord rails you), but Overlord only lets you kiss Rung, maybe hold him too.

Cuteness aggression Overlord, mean bastard but wouldn’t hurt you really. Really selfish and jealous, doesn’t like that you prefer Rung but you wouldn’t give him any attention if he scares Rung away.

Overlord likes you angry but not crying, so he doesn’t hurt Rung because if he does you’ll cry. He likes to annoy you until you get angry and fight him (verbally and physically), he’d also hold you in his servo so you would struggle and attempt to fight him. Would kiss your face all over because of how cute you are trying to fight him. Maybe even nibble you a lil bit.

RUNG RELUCTANTLY BECOMING THEIR PSYCHIATRIST. Overlord ranting to rung about Tarn’s shit and vice versa.

Rung is basically Reader's emotional support bot at this point, but he doesn't care because he gets to be by your side wherever the two takes you.

If ever the four of you are in a room together, Rung is right next to you, holding your hand, comforting you(and relishing in your touch), while the other two are in a spike-measuring contest.

Forgot to add:

Overlord likes to be dominated, but plays with you first until you're pissed THEN he'll act like he's powerless. Still rather mouthy though as he's in front of you kneeling while his spike twitches in attention.

Yes, Overlord is now part of the 'will be put in a leash and collar' gang, maybe add the muzzle too.

[voxslays]

HAZBIN ON ICE ᯓ★

Featuring °˖➴ Husk, Alastor, Lucifer, & Velvette x Reader (Separately); in which you go ice skating with them!

Lucifer

This man is tricky. I can imagine him being able to skate somewhat well when he was back in heaven—even being able to do a few minor jumps (and spins) but it’s been eons since then…and he has kinda forgotten...

However, you can help him. Whether you are good or bad at skating, it doesn’t really matter. The two of you make it fun either way.

If you are good at skating, you can reteach him how to stay on his feet without falling, and if you are bad? Don’t worry, you two can fall onto the hard and cold ice together.

Velvette

Let’s be honest, she isn’t there for the ice skating. She’s there for the selfies. It’s winter time, and her followers just eat up her winter picks. Especially the ones that feature you in them…I guess you can say you are a fan favorite lol.

Can probably skate decently…but isn’t great. I can imagine Velvette being able to stay on her feet, but not do any spins or jumps without falling. (She makes sure you delete all the footage with her being less than graceful).

Alastor

Alastor is good at nearly everything. Whether it’s cooking or writing his own scripts for his radio broadcasts, he is almost perfect. The same goes for ice skating, as a child, his mother probably taught him how to skate.

If you can’t skate and keep falling down, Alastor is surprisingly patient with you. He teaches you how to get up—and stay on your feet. Arguably the two most important things for being able to ice skate (will also show off-).

Is definitely the most graceful on ice (and land) of the Hazbin crew, and will definitely teach you a few helpful tips and tricks, regardless if you can skate or not.

Husk

Not the most graceful, but can balance on his own two feet without falling. You will not catch this man doing any kinds of tricks though…

Is very calm and patient. He likes to stay towards the railings of the ice rink though. ‘It’s just to be safe’ but we all know he is scared of falling infront of you.

After you’re done ice skating, he will buy you hot cocoa—or alternatively, bring you back to the hotel bar and make you a few drinks.

I had written so much more- but for some reason tumblr didn’t save it and it got deleted 😭 I’ll do a part two with more characters (and more bullet points) if you guys want. I’m sorry! ᯓ★