#Overlord x reader

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tossing you another overlord husk request for the heck of it.

he meets a sad reader during a party at the casino and finds out a overlord that owns her soul is treating them bad, so he wins her soul and treats her with the respect she deserves.

A/n: Excellent

It was going to be the most talked about party of the year, only the top of the top were invited. Husk let his gaze roam across the room until it finally landed on you.

'Breath taking'

That was the first thought that ran across his mind, he could see why so many people were flocking towards you....why did that piss him off so much?

Shaking his head, he made his way towards you but the closer he got to you, was that he could clearly see how miserable you looked. Running his tongue over his fangs, he glared at the people still around you.

"Scram!"

That made everyone bolt, your gaze slowly meeting his until you quickly looked to the ground as you took a deep breath in. "Can I help you with something,Sir."

Oh, he liked the way you called him Sir. What a sweet little voice you have. "Why are you all alone looking miserable baby?"

Before you could even answer, a golden collar appeared around your neck yanking you back into a solid chest.

"How about you stay the fuck away from my property"

Biting back a snarl, Husk could see the fear forming in your eyes. You didn't deserve that, you deserved to be treated like a Queen. "How about a little game, nothin too serious. A soul for a soul, you put your girl and i'll put up one of mine." Leaning forward, Husk gave the Overlord a large grin. "What do ya say? Do we have a deal?"

You could feel the weight of the collar, his collar slipping from your neck as the Overlord that owned your soul was dragged kicking and screaming from the casino but yet who's to say he wouldn't be worse?

Casting a weary glance at Overlord, you watched him light a cigar. "What now? What are you going to do to me?"

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Husk placed his claw gently under your chin as he made you look him in the eyes. "Baby, you're going to be treated like royalty."

You thought it would be a lie, that it was something he'd just say to make you fall in line but he kept his word. You had freedom, you felt like you could actually breathe. You weren't afraid anymore.

He treated you with respect. He set you free, you had your soul back.

Maybe that's why you fell in love with him, you know it was a silly notion to tell him but you felt like you had to after all he had done for you. It was easy since it was just 3 simple words.

"I love you."

You saw it in his eyes though, a moment of weakness. He was scared, like it wasn't real because why would someone like you ever fall for someone like him.

Though it did not take long for that smirk to come back on his face. His arm wrapping around your waist drawing you in close. He might have had that arrogant smirk on his face but it was his eyes that gave it way, gave his true feelings away.

"Isn't that a funny little thing. Looks like I love you too, I think you must realize it now, we gotta get married."

"How could I ever say no to the man that saved my life?"

[porkcracker]

hello everything is fine? If requests are still open, I would like to know if you can do the reaction of the Decepticons (Megatron, Tarn, Overlord and Soundwave) with a Cybertronian s/o who is a cannibal and uses a fucinheira? Is she a powerful and insane warrior? If you don't want to write, ignore it, thank you.

Hi, thanks for asking, I'm haunted by chronic pain, but my life has had a rather positive turn the last months that had me really busy. Also why this ask is answered so late. Delightful selection of bots you got there, since it isn't really clarified, I went with separated headcanons and different scenarios for each character, so I hope you enjoy this.

Decepticons x Cannibal!Fem!Cyb!Reader

Megatron

Megatron has seen his fair share of cannibalism even before the war, so the action itself isn't anything new to him

It's during the war that he sees it used as a freely chosen way to fight, instead of an act used by desperate bots

He, himself, has not done it and will probably not do it unless necessary

That you indulge in cannibalism discourages him little to pursue you

There are enough equally insane bots in his faction as that he doesn't really care any more in the later parts of war

If you wear the muzzle from your own freewill, he will get a rush of power every time he is reminded that you are his, and he has the control to take it off you and send you after his enemies

During the time of your relationship, he gets use to tasting raw Energon due to you often tasting like it

You're a terrifying power couple, Emperor and Empress

Tarn

Being a cannibal in the DJD is nothing special

You start of as normal teammates, really if anyone had expected a relationship than not between the two of you

But still it happens, and it's an awful thing for any traitor

While Tarn likes to keep a somewhat cultured appearance on the average, and doesn't like you eating in your shared quarters

When it comes to punishing traitors, he greatly enjoys talking in his voice about his beautiful and vicious girlfriend and complimenting your appearance while feeding you the matching parts of the traitor

It's a very sweet bonding activity in your optics

During your time together, you start and stop wearing muzzles again and again, purely for the effect it has on the traitors you hunt

Still, you can never fully decide to stick to wearing one or not

Overlord

As a Gladiator you earned a terrifying reputation of eating your defeated opponents, something that lead to you wearing a muzzle whenever not in the ring fighting

As you continue to win and get stronger, the ring overseer formed a plan to get rid of you, to stop the loss of more fighters and set you up in a match against the at that point, unbeaten fighter, Overlord

You did not beat him either, however, the overseer miscalculated in the way that Overlord and you knew each other, and he let you life in your defeat

When the war started, you followed Overlord, a deranged type of partnership having formed between the two of you

Becoming a Deception had nothing to do with ideology for you, rather you only joined because your partner did

You two gained a reputation quickly as you not only killed happily anything that moved, but also had the favour of Overlord eating his defeated enemies, often even while they were still half alive

Soundwave

Soundwave meets you long before the war starts

On the streets are many desperate bots that will do anything and everything to survive, including eating others

You kept to already offlined bots whenever you could, but there were a few times you ended someone weak

Anyway, you meet Soundwave as another bot on the streets

His companions are wary of you as he is too, but over time and reoccurring run-ins with each other you get closer

When Soundwave suddenly vanishes, you assume he offlined

Life gets even tougher, and you end up with a few more crimes under your belt ending with you in a cell, muzzled for your tendency to get fuel through offlined bots

You only get free once the war breaks out and join the Decepticons, learning only then that Soundwave is still online

As old friends you hit it off and some time into the war even become a couple

Soundwave is also the one to free you of your muzzle, if the enforcers weren't already offlined he would have killed them for this

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Demiurge - GN SB Reader Sleeps on His Lap

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This is a bit short!

I hope that this is something near what you wanted 🐀Rat anon! I did my best! I was a bit preoccupied with other things at the time as well, so I decided to make this a shorter one. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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Just how in the new world did Demiurge end up in this situation!? He's unworthy of such an amazing honor as this! Unworthy! The poor arch-devil is only a mere speck floating about in the sea of denizens that make up the Tomb of Nazarick... and yet...

.....and yet.....

...his most treasured one has chosen to slumber on top of his legs! It's like a dream come true! They depend on him to be a stable headrest as they sleep! He's so honored!

But, truth be told, Demiurge had lost his usual composure quite some time ago. Hours, really. His normally gray skinned complexion was now stained a deep crimson red, resting upon his bespectacled face. His whole body seemed to tremble lightly as he fought the instinct to move and readjust his position. Steam was practically shooting from his ears .

"C‐could I bring myself to be so vain..."

The arch-devil mutters to himself; holding a trembling hand just above the soft looking lochs of hair that sprouted from his most cherished one's head.

Just when his fingers are about to graze the snoozing supreme being's head; they stir and shift in his lap and turn their head to face him; grabbing his wrist and trapping his hand palm side up underneath their face. Demiurge's eyes widen as he felt the softness of their cheek. He could feel his face get about 20° warmer than it already had been.

He could feel his breathing rapidly pick up in panic, it was to the point that he was huffing and puffing like a spooked animal. He was touching them without their consent! How would he ever gain the confidence to show himself in their presence once they had awoken! But now... he couldn't move his hand without risk of waking them.

"How have I found myself on the cusp of such a difficult decision..."

Demiurge whispered to himself as he wracked his brain for a fitting solution to such a bizarre situation.

On one hand he could gently lift you from his lap and allow them to properly continue resting on one of the many plush pillows that decorated their bed. But then there's a possibility that he may wake them up or go against their potential unspoken wish to stay in the position they fell asleep in; head on his lap and all.

But, on the other hand, he is still a floor guardian and he has his own responsibilities and duties that come with that title that must be attended to at some point. In addition to that, Demiurge has no business encroaching on such a sacred place as his most cherished one's bedroom in the first place. But if he doesn't stay in place he might risk disappointing them.

"Mmnh.... Demi...urge..."

The slumbering sepreme being slurred with a goofy smile on their face, drool staining his red suit pants.

It seems Nazarick's strategist....

C R I T I C A L H I T ! ! !

...was found incapacitated by unknown means.

In the end, it seems Demiurge didn't have to make such a hard decision after all due to losing consciousness. His brain simply couldn't keep up with how hard it was working to subconsciously keep him from flipping out. His steaming 'corpse' was later discovered by Mare after he hadn't shown up to a summons from Ainz.

Mare reported that Demiurge was hunched over in a squatting position in his room, mumbling something about 'dreaming of me, they were dreaming of me, so honored, I'm so honored' and he also didn't seem to react to outside stimuli of any kind for a good few days.

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Hey, It's Halloween. So here's a NSFW(almost idk) Halloween thingy.

Matching Halloween costumes with yor Cybertronian bf/gf, begging them to just wear devil horns while you dress like an angle. Your on your hands and knees now, hands clasped together, puppy dog eyes looking put at them. A little please leaving your lips. They take in the sight, enjoiyng you on your hands and knees, begging for them yo put on a simple headband with red fabric covering it and stuffed horns. They want to, taking everything in their power not to just agree and put the stupid headband on, but they don't. Why not get something out of this. Why waste having you on your hands and knees all dressed up like Primus' favorite angle.

A evil smirk coming across their face plating as they look down at you, a servo coming to caress your head. Your such a sweet angle, but they can't say yes unless they get something in return, a true devil. You promise you'll do anything for them to wear the matching fucking headband, scooting close to their pedes. Your hands coming to place on their knees, you were already perfectly placed for it.

Their spike came into view, a servo wrapped nicely around it, giving generous pumps. "Oh come one Angel, You promised anything for me to put this little headband on." Their free servo picking up the red headband and putting it on. That same evil smirk never leaving their face plating as they spoke. "Now, get to work."

[tinydefector]

Do you think Overlord ( from transformers) is the type of guy "I like kinda of woman (or autobot or idk) who can beat the sh*t out of me" kinda guy??? Can you do Overlord x cybratonian MC (who is from the group Lost light and maybe they're already in a happy relationship with someone in the group too).

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The gender doesn't matter am just quoting that meme , a cybratonian MC too , not a human as much i love the transformers x human MC

Oh definitely, I can see Overlord getting his shit handed to him by a Cybertronian MC and he just kinda lays there stunned for a moment like. 'Did that really just happen' has to do a double take watching as they pretty much throw Tarn at him. And this mech gets a bit of a crazied possessiveness of this strange bot on the Lost Light to the point no one can tell if he wants to kill them or fuck them. And it's off putting to everyone.

Tarn is very off put because anytime he mentions killing said bot, Overlord just snarls at him and telling him to keep away from them and that they are His prize.

The rest of the DJD just kinda keep their distance, and anytime that see said bot, they just turn their ass round and pretend they did not see them at all.

The Lost light on the other hand see Overlord of all mechs getting his ass handed to him. They are either cheering on or horrified becuase they know Overlord is going to be coming after them because he wants to off the bot. Megatron is horrific because all he can now see is this bot throwing him across a room and picturing that could have been him at the other end of this very angry bot.

Rodimus is cheering and wooping like there is no tomorrow in delight becuase this bot just threw Overlord, and then threw Tarn at Overlord.

It becomes an intese game of cat and mouse between Overlord and MC because he's so taken by them and also a blood lust to be able to claim them either as his or to off them. The MC on the other hand doesn't understand why Overlord keeps showing up getting his ass kicked and then coming back for more. (He's smitten but won't admit it) so most times he ends up back in Nickel or Trepan's care with bullet holes, mesh wounds and on occasions a missing limb because of MC but no one is willing to get between him and his 'prey'.

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Unspoken Wounds - Overlord x reader (2)

🌵 Story belongs to PotatooftheLand (they deleted the work and I'm really sad).

🌵 I just rewrote the story according to what I remember reading and according to my imagination.

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The days stretched into weeks, and each one felt heavier than the last. The echo of metal crumpling, the splattering of energon—these sounds became the background music of your life with Overlord. You were drowning in his obsession, struggling to find your place in a world that had shifted beneath your feet. The space between you grew wider, filled with unspoken words and unshed tears, a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge.

You find yourself sitting on the edge of the dock, the cold place where he should be lying with you. You stared out at the steel-gray skyline, your heart heavy with an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Memories of laughter, shared dreams, and quiet moments together replayed in your mind, juxtaposed with the stark reality of your current situation. Overlord had transformed from a devoted partner into a distant specter, consumed by the allure of violence and the thrill of combat.

Each evening, as he returned home after a night at the arena, he would regale you with tales of his latest exploits, his optics gleaming with a fierce excitement that both thrilled and terrified you. You would listen, forcing a smile while your spark twisted in agony. His triumphs were now a barrier, a wall that kept you from reaching him. You could see the way he transformed in the light of the holoscreen, a gladiator relishing his victories while you felt like a ghost haunting the edges of his life.

“You should have seen it, Sweetspark!” he had exclaimed one night, his voice rising with enthusiasm. “I tore through them like they were nothing! I can’t wait for the next match. I’ll be the champion!” His words hung in the air like a challenge, and you forced a smile, nodding along even as despair settled in your spark. The excitement in his voice was infectious, but it only served to highlight your growing alienation.

“That’s… great, Overlord,” you managed to reply, but the hollow sincerity of your tone did not escape either of you. His gaze flickered momentarily, the warmth in his optics dimming as if he sensed your reluctance. But he quickly shook it off, turning back to the screen as if it were more important than the silence that had settled between you.

You had tried to express your discomfort with his new obsession. On countless occasions, you had begged him to find a different pastime, to spend time with you instead. “I just can’t join you in this,” you would say, trying to convey your feelings. “It’s too brutal… it’s not who you are.” But each time, your words fell on deaf audio receptors. He would shrug it off with a casual wave, dismissing your concerns as mere preferences, as if your feelings were nothing more than a minor annoyance.

The culmination of your pain came one evening when you stood at the threshold of the living room, watching him revel in another match, the screen flashing with images of destruction and violence. The energy in the room felt oppressive, suffocating you as you felt the cracks in your spark deepen. That was when you realized how far apart you had grown, how much he had changed. It was not just a hobby anymore; it had become an obsession, a part of his identity that you could no longer reconcile with the Overlord you once loved.

As the energon and chaos played out before him, you felt a burning need to be heard, to reclaim the attention that had been so thoroughly diverted. “Overlord!” you had shouted, a mixture of frustration and sorrow flooding your voice. “Look at me!” The words spilled out before you could think. He turned slowly, the surprise in his optics giving way to a familiar dismissive gaze.

“What is it now?” he asked, almost bored, the excitement of the match still thrumming through him. It felt like a slap to the face. How could he be so indifferent? It was in that moment you realized that he would never understand—never see the pain etched in your spark.

The conversation spiraled into a tense exchange, a whirlwind of emotions as you poured out your heart. You spoke of your fears, your hurt, and your longing for the gentleness that once defined your relationship. “I miss you, Overlord,” you confessed, tears welling in your optics. “The you I fell in love with. The one who cared about more than just the thrill of the fight.” His expression hardened at your words, the vulnerability that once flickered in his optics extinguished by a wall of pride and anger.

“I don’t understand why you can’t accept who I am now,” he snapped, frustration spilling over. “This is a part of me, and you should be proud to stand by my side!” His tone shifted from disbelief to irritation, and your spark sank further. The realization hit you like a cold blast of air—he was no longer the Overlord you knew.

In the days that followed, the silence grew louder. Each glance at the empty space beside you felt like a reminder of your loss. You could no longer endure the chasm that had opened between you, the hurt that had festered too long. One night, in a moment of clarity and desperation, you sat down at the table with a piece of scrap metal and a piece of chalk. The words flowed from your hand, each stroke of the chalk a release of the pent-up emotions that had built over time.

It was a simple message, but it felt like the heaviest weight you had ever carried. You pause, a spark of pain shooting through you as you contemplate the words you're writing. But deep down, you knew it was necessary.

That night, when lying on the dock, you felt both relieved and sad about what was about to happen. You closed your optics, wishing for the warmth of his embrace, but knowing it was no longer an option. Only silence embraces you.

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[wifetomegatron]

one hundred and one nights (overlord/reader)

summary : reader gets abducted by overlord. he has an infatuation. pairing : overlord (idw) / afab! reader fandom : transformers idw continuity, more than meets the eye rating : e for explicit and mild descriptions of gore & dubious consent, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : descriptions of violence, references to human disembodiment, human!reader, smut, sticky sexual interfacing tags : a lot of references to fairytail / folklore, mostly one-hundred and one nights & this goyard painting.

I. You've heard stories about him. Luna two, Garrus-nine, Hell's point. Albeit not from Swerve, or Chromedome, or Rodimus — that would be ridiculous. Impossible, even, when his name is already non-existent in the space of a ship big enough to fit thousands of Cybertornians. Not even a whisper, as if people were afraid that a slip of his name would be mistaken for a prayer and he would come to life, emerging from the shadowy corners of the Lost Light. Optics, sickly artificial red as they burn holes through the veil. But not even Primus would be as cruel as to materialize Overlord here. At least, you had hoped.

Only several nights before were you and Ratchet discussing him. The doctor knew you deserved an explanation for what transgressed over the weekend with Fort Max, Whirl, and Rung. On who he was, what he has done, and what he will continue to do if his spark wasn't sealed in a white vacuum — serpentine green drowning in nothing. The silence stretched for what felt like years, minutes solidifying themselves midair to bake the air thick. And your mouth was dry, face drained of its color. You didn't ask further, choosing to retreat into your room, where you made the last-minute decision to sleep with the lights on.

It was an irrational fear, you thought. To be afraid of someone light years away, deconstructed and stuffed in a box.

And yet here you are, trapped inside a prison chamber with him — limbs suspended, mouth curled into a grin.

II. It was a stupid accident. A stupid, preventable accident that could have been avoided if everyone had just sat down and listened to the noises Red Alert had been talking about. Their audials would have picked up the voices, the whispers, traveling through a crack big enough for you to slip into. Down the rabbit hole, you fell very slowly before hitting your shoulders square against the crown of Overlord’s head. Slipping ungracefully down an arm, and into the palm of his chained hand. You should have never taken directions from Whirl, because God knows how long it’ll take for the crew members to realize you were gone. And how many seconds left do you have to live, considering that you had conveniently fallen into his grip? A curse. A gift.

“What’s this?” He asked aloud. A dragon waking from his slumber, voice heavy as they echo throughout metal walls, “ Hm. They brought me a plaything.”

You couldn’t speak. Stunned mute as your head barely manages to recover from the impact. The chains rattled slightly, and he squeezed you — yet you were still intact. Surprisingly whole, save not for a few bruises. He says it’s because he’s bored. And that there’s no fun in having you bleed all over when he can’t clean himself up after.

He demanded you to speak and so you did, finding courage in your voice. Yet it sounded so tiny compared to his. And Overlord reveled in this. The more you tried to prove you weren’t afraid the more he’d tighten his grip, horrified to know that this level of self-restraint had (most likely) earned you a broken rib. You wonder what would happen if he had less motivation to keep you alive.

So you became Scheherazade and spoke softly in between trembling breaths. The boiling temperature inside this circular prison may very well be the Sahara, and if you flutter your eyes shut you can hear the sand dunes sing with the wind. And you lay in a dimly lit room with your new husband, spinning him a story so that he won’t plunge his blade past your sternum — the tip of his silver knife shimmering under firelight as they nick your pulse point. Overlord was your Shahryār, yet you wondered if he was just as curious as the prince or if he was too clever to be outwitted by a story. Most likely the latter. Yet maybe he’s just willing to play along, knowing that he will always be the cat, and never the bird. That there’s only one ending — for he has robbed you of your sunrise and conquered all your dusks— so might as well make it count.

III. But maybe Overlord should’ve killed you. He should’ve snapped you in half, and if the sight would have delighted him into a good mood, it would even be painless, quick. Yet instead, he decided that you were worth more than that. This cat wanted to play with his food. Wanted to hear it sing. And so he performed a massacre and took you with him.

At least it spared Chromedome the pain of having Rewind aboard the compartment with Overlord. Instead, he had you. And ever since then you've been drifting, deeper and deeper into darkness. Swallowed by the void of space, where nothing seems to glow brighter than his optics.

IV. You continued telling him stories. It became the only thing you knew how to do, rather than the only thing that kept you alive. You were now at an abandoned spaceport, where your captor sought temporary refuge. It conveniently hovered above the organic civilization living below on Saturn. He jokes about colonizing them, yet you didn't laugh, quietly staring at the man Overlord just squished under his foot. He must've been a routine worker sent to check the premises. He could have alerted the planet below. And could've called for help.

Bile was rising into the back of your throat.

Maybe he came with a friend. Or maybe Overlord had their way with them already. As you silently wept, you turned the other way — opting to blankly stare past the window. You can see his reflection approaching, the metal beneath you tremble with each step. 

" What did I say about your crying?" He crooned, a digit forcefully dragging your chin upwards. You tried to be defiant, to puff out your cheeks and stop your lips from trembling. Yet there was blood on his armor, sprayed across his face. And now there were some on your cheek, wet and sticky, enough to make the tears fall faster.

Then, amid the silence that has crowded the room, between the background hums and noises coming from the machine arose the subtle, clicking noise of a cooling fan. He pushed the tip of his thumb against your bottom lip, the red shade of his optics burning into a deep shade of garnet. 

" Look at me when you cry," He commanded, " I want to see it."

V. You told him a story of the Roman titan who devoured his sons one by one — afraid they’d overthrow him. Eat or be eaten, was that what Megatron thought when he installed a killswitch in his head? You hoped this would flatter him. It did. A little too much.  

VI. You usually don't talk when he's inside of you. When his spike is stretching you almost too painfully, you never make conversation, it is always the sound of your shallow breathing and his indulgent moaning, mingling together in the air. He didn't force you, no. A part of you had wanted this. Out of sheer fear or stress, you're not sure.

Either way, it's safe to say that Overlord doesn't want you dead anytime soon. Yet he's starting to get bored. Or rather, tired, of wanting. Of fighting this internal disgust in himself for ever thinking of having you like this: underneath him, writhing and struggling to have him all the way to the hilt. He has always been more glutton than prideful. And so here you two were, with his mass displaced yet hands still big enough to cover the expanse of your back — thumbs draped against your nipples. Squeezing, circling. His optics leered at the hickeys and bruises loitering your skin. He has a fascination with how they turn purple and bleed red, sometimes blooming into blue before fading. You tell him as long as he's gentle enough not to break anything, he's more than welcome to have you like this. 

As insatiable as he is, that was enough for him.

" If I had known...organics were this pliant. I would have gotten myself a plaything eons ago."

He roughly snapped his hips upwards, dragging you against the berth. 

" Sing for me."

Nothing made sense anymore. Not when he has you by the talons like a wild animal, hunched over to devour its prey. Atoms would condense and cluster and sink onto your skin, crowding you with heat from the brutal pace he's setting. You're afraid he'd snap your hip as he hikes up your right leg. Angling you, using you, to his pleasure. And there is pleasure out of this for you too, molten liquid tightening around your abdomen. So you indulge him. He likes seeing you cry, and so you did. Begging, whining — which only causes him to hold you closer to his chassis. The thrum of his spark against you is loud enough to send you into a headache.  

It's too much. You wanted to say. But you know it's futile. So as you reached your high — spent and overstimulated from this newfound obsession of his — you could do nothing but brace yourself for the rush of trans fluid spilling down your legs. Your cunt, sore and aching as he finally pulls away.

He says you're funner this way. That's the closest thing you'll get to a sunrise.

[talesfromlissom]

hello everything is fine? If requests are still open, I would like to know if you can do the reaction of the Decepticons (Megatron, Tarn, Overlord and Soundwave) with a Cybertronian s/o who is a cannibal and uses a fucinheira? Is she a powerful and insane warrior? If you don't want to write, ignore it, thank you.

Fandom: Transformers (IDW?)

TW: Violence, Implied Gore, Cannablism

Rules | Ask Box | Kofi

A/N: I don’t normally do IDW requests (haven't read it all, and I also assumed that's the universe you wanted), however I recognize these characters enough that I did the request anyways because my inbox has been the sahara desert for the past couple of months Anyways I loved this request, so thank you. And yes, everything is good. 

MEGATRON

 » He puts a leash on you, sorry. 

 » Your relationship is absolutely terrifying, a lord and his loyal guard dog that eats people

 » When he first discovered your cannabalistic tendencies, he was shocked at first. He mainly just cops it up as a habit not yet broken from your upbringing. He had to do various unsavory things to survive being a low caste member, so why were you any different? 

 » relationship wise your dynamic is pretty much what is said above. You parades you around like a trophy, and sometimes even feeds you the severed limbs/organs of his prisoners. You don't mind as long as your fed apparently.

 » A long time ago, (for shits and giggles) he had said that he would use you as an execution method. Mainly for individuals that betrayed him and Megatron didn’t feel like hunting them down himself. When he saw how enthusiastic you were he made it a thing. 

 » Nothing pleases him more than letting you out of the muzzle to go ‘hunt’ and seeing you bring back a limb, organ, or seeing your intake covered in energon. It does something to him. 

 » May or may not have a predator/prey kink now 

TARN 

 » Probably the one to give you the muzzle in the first place.  

 »  You’re definitely a member of DJD by the way, I’d imagine he’d name you after the capital of his home city.

 » You and him met when he was going after yet another Decepticon traitor. He had expected to find yet another snivling coward, or a fighter. 

 » What he found was a half eaten corpse with you hovering over it. You looked wild, disheveled, but there was a sense of intelligence in your optics despite how much bloodshed you caused. 

 » And you caused alot. 

 » (Similar to Megatron) If on the rare occasion that the DJD’s current target gets away he send you on the hunt. He always orders you to bring them back alive, but he never says if they have to come back with all their limbs in tact. 

 » He prefers to kill them himself, and alternates between letting Tesarus grind them into bits or letting you eat them alive. 

 » He once had Tesarus grind a deserter into paste, and then Tarn served it to you as some fucked up smoothie. 

 » He still laughs about it to this day btw 

OVERLORD 

  » Was most likely frightened of you at first. You were strong, probably insane because you flat out ate people without a care in the world. However, that wasn’t what frightened him. 

 » You were smart. Every kill you made was calculated and precise. It was always people that the others wouldn’t notice missing. You memorized their schedule, the type of energon they had, the amount of exercise they got. 

 » Your prey was carefully, hand selected. You had certain types of people that you went after to consume, and people you avoided like the plague. 

  » At first he didn’t notice that various prisoners were going missing. He didn’t care, they couldn’t escape even if they tried. He didn’t really mind if the other Decepticons had dragged some loud mouthed Autobot out of their cells to give them a piece of their mind to be honest. 

 » And then he found a half eaten Autobot hanging from the ceiling, and that scared the hell out of him. He knew about your tendencies to devour your fellow Cybertronian, he just never thought he’d witness the aftermath. 

 » Afterwards you two come with a sort of unspoken agreement. You’re clearly settling for half cooked chow and he isn’t sure how long you’ll be satisfied with that. 

 » He keeps a close eye on you, and has a ‘list’ of your ‘most liked’ traits in a prey. Their energon type, the functionality of their frame, that sort of thing. If they happened to win enough fights, instead of Overlord giving his usual, ‘kill me or kill yourself’ dilemma, he rearranges it to ‘kill you or kill yourself’. 

 » You look completely unassuming to most, and you use that your advantage. 

 » Overlord loves seeing the look on people’s face when you don’t go for the kill, but instead open your mouth. The moment they see what’s inside they start screaming. 

 » He’ll never get tired of those noises. 

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Helloo darling! 🫶🏻

I would absolutely love to request and so many apologies from me if your requests for fanfics aren’t open☹️

I would love a Overlord X F! or GN/reader

Where the reader is surprisingly powerful and more dominant even could overcome ainz if necessary and isn’t a NPC. I would love hcs on how he acts and perhaps how the people act? <3

I’m assuming you wanted the reader to be another former player of that game(?) I did what I could and I hope I did your request justice 😳 Enjoy! 💛 — Hubby

AINZ OOL GOWN with a powerful reader would include..

Ohhhh he’s down bad for you.

He’s always seen you as friend and you were the last people from the guild that actually showed up before servers got shut down. He genuinely appreciated that you wanted to stick by and watch.

What you didn’t expect was being trapped in the game with you…

Your original voices that you had were long gone after the clock struck midnight. Anytime you talked, a sultry voice would linger from your mouth!

If Ainz could blush a thousand shades of red he would’ve when he first heard it. You definitely had a dommy mommy vibe going with your character. He missed your simple and cute voice back when it was just you two.

You tried your best to not act too different from your old self when you and your guild mate were all alone but you felt the urge to intimidate those below you, and a need to have that competitive streak in you anytime you felt like your position as the supreme leader alongside Ainz was shaking.

No. You won’t let Ainz get the upper hand. Not when you’re around!

You felt the need to seduce and turn your guild mate into a blushing mess. Sure he was now a skeleton lord, but you found him all the more attractive regardless.

You always had to knock him down a few pegs.

The floor guardians think it’s a blessing to see you both in the same room!

Lord Ainz loves your dominance. Although he no longer feels much of anything, you bring that fire inside him to having you pin him down or best him at any of the attacks or spells that he thought you never leveled up to.

But Ainz never realized how much stronger you are! Especially now. Anytime he thought he had the upper hand, you were five steps ahead.

Your weapon and spell casting skill level was higher than his by 5! He couldn’t believe it!

Ainz definitely was slightly worried that your power would show especially to the floor guardians, he wouldn’t be overthrown just because you just were so much stronger right?

You teased his worries. Assuring him with that you two were an item, a team, a power couple! It’s both of you against this unknown world!

That small inner old self of yours is still there somewhere! And it’s still loves your guild mate, it’s just now owned by a tall dominant creature with the sultry voice that loves breaking people.

He knows you can beat him anytime. Now he has no excuse to hold back anything with you!

Sure a few buildings collapse around Nazerik but that’s what the NPCs are for. They’ll fix it.

Demiurge is your favorite. He’s your number 1 guardian and he is honored to serve you.

And no, you didn’t edit his coding to be in love you or anything (*coughs* Ainz!).

Demiurge couldn’t more happier to know one of his supreme leaders is cunning and dangerous. Ask and you shall receive with this demon servant! He’s a ride or die for you!!

Albedo and Shalltear are wildcards. They adore and love just as much as Lord Ainz!

Shalltear mainly sees you as a mother figure to her. She wants to ask your opinion on anything. Almost to the point of obsessive, but she knows where the line ends. The last thing she wants is for you to be dissatisfied with her as floor guardian. Please tell her that you’re proud of her once in a while.

Albedo knows she can’t meddle with you and Ainz. Although her coding says she’s in love with Lord Ainz, she’s knows her position as floor guardian comes first!

And she wants both you and Ainz to be happy. Seeing your over powerful casting breaking the sound barrier, she stares with stars in her eyes. She’s feels envy but also admiration for you!

Pandora’s Actor: “Mommy and Daddy??” 🥹 Although Ainz is more so a disappointed dad whenever PA speaks, you quickly found yourself assuring him like a stern but overprotective mother. Pandora’s Actor loves you! Anything you and Ainz say goes!

“Pandora’s Actor, please don’t flirt with the lady guardians, it makes them uncomfortable.” You tell him. “Of course Lady (Y/n)! You have my word!” He salutes, bowing graciously and he marches away to apologizes immediately to the maids for his behavior.

“Huh, even though you created him, he’s somehow more obedient with me than to you, Ainz.” You smirked deviously.

Ainz can only face palm at that moment. Although you were painfully right. The slight feeling of being teased with how parental you two were Pandora’s Actor, it left a warm feeling in him.

Playing domestic scenarios with you was something Ainz deeply loved.

Aura and Mare definitely look up to you. Admiring your strength and look to you and Ainz for guidance.

Aura is confident in your leadership and strong abilities. She wants to be just as strong as you one day!

Mare although timid to talk to you, Mare sees you as a one of the best spell casters in Nazerick, even keeps a close eye on you whenever you fight, taking notes on what he can adopt in their arsenal.

Although you’re much stronger then Ainz, the man definitely appreciates what you do for Nazerick. And is glad that you were the only one that stayed behind when the servers got shut down.

Behind closed doors, Ainz tells you that he’s just glad he’s not alone in this situation, although he has to put up an act around the floor guardians, he’s knows he can relay on you with at the end of the day.

When Shalltear got corrupted, he knew that he had to worry and that the floor guardians were vulnerable.

But at least he can rest easy knowing you can never betray him since you still have a little bit of humanity left in you. At least for now.

[overlordxreaderheadcannonask]

Pleaides X Pilot Reader (For Plastic Brick on Reddit)

Yuri

She was surprisingly kind of scared of flying.“Ah, my apologies Y/N…it is just very, very, high up…”Eventually you got her to go into the plane, and although she hated it she still trusted you. She much prefers being on the ground and just watching you fly.

Lupusregina

She wasn't crazy about it. She could already fly, why should she hop in some metal crap?But then she realized she could nap in it.So she'll nap as you fly, and sometimes she'll even ask you to fly just to nap!

Naberal

You expect her to get on…that?No. Hell, no.She is not entrusting her life to some hunk of human engineering garbage.You wanna fly? She casts fly and carries you.After a short argument, she aquestes and tried it. Apparently her love of you matters more than her hatred of humanity.

Solution

“Ah, so this is a…plane? I had heard Herohero speak of them.”She found it nice, a way to not use teleportation but still move fastly.She'll bring champagne and people to snack on as you fly, and is perfectly willing to share.She also uses it to spy on people.

Shizu

“Uwah, aerial support.”She takes up an RPG, sniper and binoculars, and spends her time sniping enemies to Nazarick and looking at cute things.When shes done, she'll cuddle while you land.

Entoma

She primarily spends her time eating any bugs that have been smashed on the plane.She'll offer some to you, but won't be offended if you don't take them.If you do, she's incredibly happy even if you end up tossing them back up.

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Glittering Riches

Fandom: Overlord

Pairing: Pandora's Actor x GN!SB!Reader

Wordcount: 2678 words

Tags: Just some fucking in a pile of gold

Summary: You've never gone to the treasury yet, and as such haven't personally met Pandora's Actor. He worships you like you deserve in a pile of treasure.

As a newly isekai'd Supreme Being, you hadn't visited every floor just yet. The treasury was one of the yet to be visited areas, and the moment you remembered all the treasure that was there, just for you to bask in the glory of, you started figuratively drooling. It was then you also remembered Ainz' creation: Pandora's Actor, and a wave of guilt washed over you. That poor dear had been there all alone all this time. It was high time  you visited the area guardian, and check out the riches the guild had collected with your own two eyes as well.

As you stepped through the hallway towards the seating area where Pandora was, you could hear him humming to himself. The moment you stepped into view however, his hum stopped abruptly, as he turned your way, clicked his heels together and saluted you.

"Welcome to the Treasury, my exalted Supreme Being! NEIN, meine Gott/in!"

You couldn't help cringing just a bit at his voice, but you weren't too surprised. You knew what the floor guardian was like, and you secretly chuckled a bit as you didn't think he was annoying as much as he was endearing in his earnest honesty. Poor Ainz would have a headache despite having no brain every time someone new would meet Pandora, but you were unsure if he would be happy that you did in fact like his creation. Relieved perhaps. A little disturbed at your taste more likely. Then again, he was the one that created Pandora's Actor, so there was no way the overlord himself truly held no love for the guardian. 

"Thank you, Pandora's Actor, please be at ease. I merely wish to see the treasury, and the floor you so proudly guard."

He saluted again, as he started rambling about the treasury and how no gold inside of it measured up against your radiance, but you were too interested in the treasury to pay much attention to his words. 

You had a craving to see gold, glittering riches, gems, items that were so hard to get the entire guild had to grind for weeks, months even... You wanted to lay eyes upon it and bask in its glory. The urge to touch it was overwhelming to you, and you decided that: what the hell, you were a supreme being and you wanted to, so you would.

After all you had collected said treasures together with your friends back in Yggdrasil, so there was no reason for you not to be allowed to do such a thing.

First, a shy hand slowly reached forward, letting gold coins and precious stones run through your fingers, but then you pushed your entire hand inside, feeling the cold treasure dig into your skin. There was so many. Everywhere you looked glittered invitingly, and slowly, as if in trance you moved forward, body itching to lay in it. 

You barely heard the muted gasp from the floor guardian behind you, but it was enough to snap you into reality, catching yourself before you fully laid down. 

"Apologies," you said, arms crossed to keep them from touching all that was in front of you, a gesture that felt more like holding yourself back than anything. "I don't know what came over me."

Your sentence had barely come out of your mouth before Pandora yelled out a "Nein! It is only natural for a supreme being like yourself to want to bask in its MAGNIFICENT glory! Please, I can only be blessed to watch as you take what is yours. I can get the world items as well, and other special treasures that have been kept on this floor! All for you to touch and experience as is your right!" You looked over your shoulder, surprised, and caught him saluting once again, body almost twitching in anticipation of your order.

Well, you supposed it couldn't hurt.

"Yes," you almost whispered, "Show all to me."

Laid down in your riches, you watched as Pandora disappeared and reappeared, face blank, but excitement visible in his rushed movements as he placed the most prized artifacts you had access to around your prone body. Jewellery was put on you, until you felt like you were a ton heavier, but it was done with such gentle yet intense movements that you let him place yet another necklace on your neck, watching with rapt attention as he held the stone up to his eyes before gently placing it back down on your chest. You felt like a piece of art almost, and by Pandora's reverent movements you looked like one too. Pandora's Actor had stepped away, keeping a respectful distance from you that you were unaware he itched to close it again. The aura of power and decadence of the items  you felt should make you feel small in comparison instead made you feel strong and accomplished, a pleased sound escaping you as you enjoyed the feeling. 

Lo and behold, you weren't the only one enjoying if the tent in the floor guardians pants was any indication. The moment you realized your effect on him your breath hitched, speeding up instantly as your eyes met his empty sockets. Once again you could read nothing from his face, but his body spoke for him as he took a hesitant step forward. Hands grasping the air at his sides as you heard him mutter assumed compliments in German. 

You reached an arm towards him and he instantly took your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kneeling at your feet.

"Du bist so schön, meine König/in," he muttered reverently, cool air hitting your hand as he spoke, and you suppressed a shiver. "I wish to- nein, it would be disrespectful to- I'd sully-"

His broken sentences, and the actions you realized were kissing your hand reverently made you lean back even more, basking in the attention he was lavishing on your hand. 

"What, Pandora?" you asked, urging him to continue his sentence as you could almost say the answer in tandem with him. 

"I wish to touch you, my Lord/Lady." he said, his voice so filled with need that you couldn't help but bite your lip, back arching towards him as you replied with a: "Then do it."

He was upon you in a second, arms falling beside your head as his legs cradled yours, but he wasn't touching you yet; hovering unsteadily as if he was still afraid you'd rebuke him. With a small chuckle you reached your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you in a strange approximation of a kiss as you felt warm breath against your lips. The moan that fell from him was sinful, as if you'd done something much more intimate than kiss him and you smiled against his open mouth. 

"Meine Geliebte," he whispered, and you gasped as a tongue appeared seemingly out of thin air to lick your lips, asking permission. The tongue was long, much longer than a human tongue, and your eyes fell shut as it ran over yours, curling around it and tasting you as he finally lowered himself onto you- but only slightly. His crotch was still hovering, but you weren't paying enough attention to notice, your own hips bucking up to rub against his as he moaned again, shivering above you as your tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. "So schön," he murmured as you broke apart, face a mask of indifference, but his body and the way his voice sounded so needy spoke louder than words. His hips moved with yours now, gold coins rattling as they fell from their place, rolling down the heap you were laying on. 

Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the gold as he leaned back to take in the sight of you, blushing and batting his eyelashes at him as your arms fell back, hands grasping at the treasures you were laying in. His dick twitched, uniform too tight, too constricting, but he was holding himself back. This wasn't about him; it was about you. You were a work of art, and he was going to treat you as such, though he was sure he could fuck your beautiful body forever without tiring if you'd let him. The thought made him rut into you harder, but he caught himself, moving back as you whined. "Let me," he murmured against your skin as his tongue ran along your neck, hands slowly pulling at your outfit, undressing you with the reverence you deserved. The clothes fell away from you as he kissed down your jawline, moving down to lave attention to your sensitive spots with that long tongue of his', and you arched your back languidly, a low moan escaping you as you let him worship you. Your chest got ample attention as he ran thin fingers over your nipples, pebbling them and making you sigh, bucking up into him for more friction. 

He moved to sit up again, sitting on his knees with your legs on either side of him. His fingers indented your thighs as he pulled one of you legs up to take off your shoes, slowly, one foot at a time. Then he slowly moved to take of your pants, fingers running up and down your legs as he uncovered more and more of you, greedy hands mapping your skin as soon as he laid his eyes on it. Murmured praises fell from Pandora's lips as you whined for him to give you more friction, but he held himself away from you. Slowly kissing from your knees to your inner thighs, first the left leg, then the right, and you were about to sit up and just pull his face to your core that he kept skipping. You needed him so bad, arousal leaking from you as you throbbed for him. And you knew he was affected too, a dark spot appearing on the yellow fabric of his uniform, showing you his feelings for you too.

The moment he finally leaned down to move his mouth over your arousal you let out a high pitched moan, hands flying down to his head where you grabbed at him, toppling his hat over in the process. A long tongue came out to taste you as he voiced his appreciation for you taking control over him. "Yess," he hissed, "You taste divine-" his voice was wrecked as he laved your core with attention, and it almost sounded like he enjoyed this more than you, so needy were the moans coming from him as he brought you closer and closer to your peak. 

"Yes, Pandora," you moaned back, arching into him, "You're doing so good, don't stop!"

He didn't stop, swiftly making you reach your climax as you bucked up harshly, thighs constricting around his head and pushing his head down so he couldn't escape you. He wasn't planning too, and you felt him shiver and groan against you. 

Slowly you came down from your height, hearing apologies tumble from his mouth for a reason you weren't sure about. Greedy hands pulled him towards you as you kissed him, uncaring of the ring of your glistening arousal that covered his mouth and the taste of you on your tongue. You still needed more, you needed him to properly fuck you in this pile of gold that moved and rolled with every twitch and thrust you made.  

As you leaned back you saw the wet patch on his pants had grown, and you realized that he had come while servicing you, making you pull him into you. Everything he did made you feel so amazing, from how he treated you to the orgasm he gave you, it was like everything you did was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and you needed more of it. He had made you greedy, and he was so very willing to give. 

"Fuck me, Pandora," you groaned to him as you pushed your hips together, feeling him already hard again as he rutted back into you. 

"Ja, wie mein Meister es befiehlt!" he roared, and you were almost taken aback if he wasn't about as enthusiastic about filling you as you were about being filled by him. His clothing morphed away from him, leaving him as naked as you, and you took in what he had to offer. And what he had to offer was far from what you expected, but left you drooling none the less. Below his pale stomach was a dick unlike any you'd ever seen before, thick, tapering at the end, and... did your eyes deceive you? Moving towards your heat. The tip was dusted pink, like his cheeks and his chest, and dripping with fresh pre cum. It twitched, as if it noticed your eyes on it, and he slotted your hips together, already rubbing against your opening. 

A shuddering groan escaped him as he collected your leaking slick on his tip, your arousals rubbing together as you felt him throb against you. A moan tumbled from your mouth in return as he finally breached your tight opening. Slowly pushing all the way in as you threw your head back, jewellery clinking together on your chest as the floor guardian finally bottomed out inside of you. Almost pulling all the way out before pushing back in with a snap. The rhythm he started felt desperate, but so were you, and your hips moved with his as he found that sweet spot inside you seemingly without even trying. 

"Pandora-" you gasped, as he replied with your name, your title, and 6 different pet names in varying states of coherence as loud moans escaped him with every thrust. He made no point of trying to stay quiet, making sure you knew how much he enjoyed you and how much he was honoured, his warm breath hitting your face as your eyes scrunched shut, your pathetic little moans answering his' as you tried to keep your grip on reality. Every thrust felt like electricity went through you, his cock hitting you in your sweet spot every time with perfect efficiency. Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, a silent scream on your mouth as your back arched, chest against his face as he took this chance to lave it with attention once again. Long wet tongue running over your nipples as he fucked you through your orgasm, thrusts turning sloppy as he groaned about how tight you were. When you felt him pulling out your legs closed behind him, trapping him inside of you. 

"I- Meine Geliebte-" he stuttered, dick twitching inside of you as he tried not to take more from you than he already had, "I have to-"

"Come inside of me, Pandora," you gasped, wanting to feel him inside. 

The sound he made was almost pornographic, shuddering as he thrust once, twice, then emptied himself inside of you with seemingly random twitches of his hips. "Y/N-" he gasped, slowly pulling out as the pale skin of his face and chest reddened under your loving gaze. 

The reality of the situation seemed to hit both of you at once. As he pulled out his come splattered out of you, dirtying the gold and treasure you were laying on, and the sound made your face turn red, sweat dripping from you when you realized what you had done, and where.

But you weren't sorry, you'd do this again in a heartbeat. As you looked at Pandora's Actor, hands shivering as he cleaned you slowly, shivering getting worse with every stroke over your core when more and more of your combined come dripped out of you, sullying the treasure you were laying on you saw a thin tongue come out to lick his lips. You realized he wasn't sorry either, and you grinned wider than you had any right to. His hands ran through the coins, clinking against each other as it seemed he wanted them all to be covered in the result of your coupling, and you blushed as you chuckled. 

This wouldn't be the last time you'd fuck in the treasure, that much was for sure. 

[tswhiisftteedr]

Heyyyy, could you do a oneshot f!reader x Zestial nsfw pretty please ? 🙏

Tea Salon ☆ One Shot

Zestial x Salon Owner Sinner!Fem!Reader:

A young woman with big dreams ready to be achieve was what you were, after making a deal with Overlord Rosie you soon found out that your Salon wasn't the only thing that would bloom in your afterlife...

Warning: Mature Content, Explicit/Graphic Language, Honestly Nothing Kinky, Husband and wife, Praise kink, Creampie, Oral(Female receiving), Old English, NOT PROOFREAD.

Words: 5907

Note: okay if you know anything about business, I am so sorry cuz I don’t, I just did some quick research so if it just looks like a bunch of gibberish (Rosie and reader’s meeting), I am sorry! Also a lot of Rosie in the beginning, like zestial is mentioned but doesn’t show up until the shop is open for a little while.

☆ more under the cut. ☆

In your living, you've always appreciated the simplicity of nature-oriented lifestyle reminiscent of earlier eras. It's not that you have anything against new technologies; you own a smartphone and laptop, after all. What irks you is the over-consumerism perpetuated by planned obsolescence.

Your expectation when purchasing something is that it should function and endure, offering value for the time and money invested. The capitalist mindset, with its overproduction and resulting overconsumption, is something you strongly dislike.

Capitalism inherently creates a class conflict between capital and labor. While capitalists aim for high profits, workers may endure exploitation, receiving wages consistently lower than the true value of their labor.

When you had finally passed away due to a malfunctioning smart car and had discovered that even in the afterlife, people still had to work tirelessly to meet end means, you couldn't deny that you felt disappointed.

With a background in restoration, you secured a position in a somewhat upscale restaurant – well, upscale for Hell's pride ring standards. Although you initially started as a garbage boy, you quickly ascended the ranks to become a server.

Devoting longer hours than your colleagues, by choice, you harbored a goal beyond mere survival in the hellscape. You held an ambition, a genuine dream – to establish a tea salon and sustain yourself through it.

Envisioning your own establishment, you aimed to offer freshly baked treats and brewed tea for guests to enjoy while engaging in lively conversations and gossip.

You were well aware of whose assistance was crucial for your project. Overlord Rosie served as your golden ticket to a thriving salon. You needed her help to secure a building in the border zone shared by her and Overlord Zestial, as both of their people were of interest when envisioning the kind of establishment you hope to open.

After three months of relentless work and an additional month of patiently waiting for an appointment on her end, you finally managed to secure a meeting with the elegant cannibal;

"So, what do you have for me today, darling?" she inquires.

"Well, Madam Rosie—" you begin, but you're promptly interrupted by the demon before you.

"Oh, dear, no need for all those 'madam' formalities for a sweet thing like you. Just call me Rosie. But if you insist on honorifics, then ‘Miss Rosie’ will do!" The leader of Hell's cannibal district and owner of the Rosie emporium cheerfully encourages you to address her casually. Despite the power difference, her amiable attitude eases any tension surrounding your sales pitch.

"Oh, very well then. Ahem, Miss Rosie, I'd like to seek your assistance for a passion project of mine," you pause, collecting your thoughts.

"I'm interested in opening a tea salon. It's been four months since I arrived in hell, and I've been searching extensively for the perfect building. Coincidentally, it's situated on your side of the shared border zone with Overlord Zestial. I understand it's not owned by you as part of the border zone, but being on the edge of your colony grants you some jurisdiction."

"Is that so," she replies, sipping her tea. "I appreciate the idea of a tea salon near my territory. Please elaborate more about the idea itself."

"Of course! I personally dislike the over-consumerism that existed on Earth and persists in hell. My goal is to establish one or two shops at most—something familial and local instead of a big chain. I aim to offer freshly baked and brewed drinks for my customers, who would come from all over the Pentagram. I do acknowledge that most of my clientele would be from your people, Overlord Zestial's, and those from the Radio Demon's territory. A simple analysis suggests that sinners from those areas may be more in tune with the concept, as they hail from eras when such establishments were more common," you explain.

"Well, that's all delightful, darling, but, as you rightly point out, the concept isn't foreign in these circles. Your salon is certainly not the first in these parts. No offense to your aspirations, but I'm struggling to see what sets you apart, something that would entice me to invest."

"As for standing out, I may or may not have direct access to products from the living world," you reveal, prompting Rosie to set down her cup.

"Well, isn't that interesting?" she remarks, now more intrigued.

"Yes, indeed it is. I can assure you that not only would my products be fresh, but they would exclusively feature ingredients from the living world – a culinary experience many down here yearn for. Additionally, I can promise you the highest quality of tea, such as Ceylon," you confidently declare.

"And how would someone like you, who sought an Overlord's assistance, have access to such materials? I'm not necessarily doubting you, but connecting the dots is a bit challenging," she says joyfully.

"Oh, I apologize, but I cannot disclose the identities of my procurers. I've signed an NDA as obtaining items from the world upstairs isn't their primary business. Additionally this avoids attracting requests from other companies, I'm afraid they'll have to remain nameless," you explain.

"Well, isn't that convenient for you, fufufu~ I suppose you'll have to prove your word in other ways," she remarks.

"Indeed, perhaps I have an idea on how to do so that you'd like to hear," you suggest.

"I'm all ears," she replies.

"I've noticed there's a kitchen in this building, so I was contemplating rescheduling another meeting soon after this one. During that meeting, I plan not only to bring in earthly ingredients but also to bake something for you. This would showcase my kitchen skills while simultaneously proving my capability to provide the desired products," you express.

"Well, that does seem feasible. I'll pencil you in for next Monday," she replies, jotting something down on her notepad that had been on the coffee table since the start of the meeting. "Now, shall we discuss payment?" she asks.

"Yes, please. As mentioned earlier, I'll handle the supply for my business. What I need from you is assistance in acquiring the building, help with renovations since it's a bit run-down, and perhaps some promotion to your people concerning work, as I'll still require staff when I eventually open. I've checked the listing for the building itself, and I have more than enough for the purchase. However, when renovations and promoting are considered, my budget becomes a bit tight. I was thinking of a BNPL for that part," you explain.

"Alright then, that doesn't seem too bad. How about this: I get 10% of the overall monthly revenue from your establishment. I still need to make some money, after all, fufufu~ Additionally, we can consider a 1-year BNPL plan to repay the renovation loan. And one more thing: to prove your establishment's worth, aim for a minimum 20% net profit by the end of the year since opening day. How does that sound to you?" she inquires.

"10 percent isn't too stiff, but a 20% net profit may be a little challenging in only a year of business. However, I believe in my dream!" you cheerfully exclaim.

"I'm glad you agree, though I still need some collateral for your loan. But let's discuss that after I get to see your skills in action," she tells you a bit more seriously.

"Makes sense," you reply.

"I think that's all for today unless you still have something to talk about," she asks.

"No, that's all from my side," you tell her.

"Wonderful, darling! I hope to see you Monday at 12:35 a.m.," she says as she stands up and points to the door.

"Yes, so do I," you respond as you exit the room.

Leaving her building, you were more than pleased that the meeting had gone well. Once home, as you collapsed on your couch, releasing all your stress, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter with that imp during your first month in hell;

On that day, you had ventured to imp city for errands, finding Carmine products a bit too pricey for your liking. Seeking an alternative for self-defense, you visited a gun shop there.

Exiting the store, you witnessed a heartbreaking scene—an imp being beaten up by a group of sinners, degrading names thrown at him. While you refrained from intervening, as it wasn't your place, the revelation that they were targeting the imp simply because he was an imp, compelled you to approach and ensure he wasn't fatally harmed.

Before you could rouse his battered form with a shake, he uttered, "The hell you want."

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," you reassure him.

"Bullshit," he retorts loudly. "Listen, fucking pickpocket, those assholes already took everything I had on me, besides my clothes. And I sure as hell won't be stroll down these motherfucking streets in my underwear. So, if you wanted anything, too bad, now you have until the count of ten before I blow a hole in your skull," he rudely warns.

"First of all, I'm not going to rob you. Second, how are you going to shoot me if you just said you had nothing on you? And thirdly, I was serious about checking on you. It's unfair that they beat you up just for being an imp. It's messed up, honestly. Since sinners don't have specific races like back on Earth, they just go after other beings to exercise their racist ideology," you say.

"Humans sure do love their racism," he remarks, still untrusting but more open to conversation.

"Sinners are down here for a reason, but hellspawns are different. They're currently living their lives, just like humans did back on Earth. And yet, the damned are considered superior? That's just messed up," you express sincerely. In your view, hell's hierarchy wasn't fair. ‘If this was the sinners' punishment, why categorize them as better than imps—creatures born here, not getting punished for misconduct.’

With that sentiment resonating in your words, the imp seemed more at ease as he responded to your next words. "Anyways, you need medical attention. Let's get to a hospital."

"Do you have the money for medical bills, or even the admission fee? 'Cause I sure don't," he replies, a grin on his face, strangely charming despite his black eye and cut lips.

"Yeah, sorry, pal. I can't afford the rates for treating you; I'm saving for something big," you convey with sadness in your voice.

He chuckles at your honesty. "Thought so," he replies, allowing his body to rest against the brick wall of the alley even more, as if surrendering.

"My place is far from here. Do you have any first aid supplies at yours?" you inquire, a slight panic setting in, concerned that if he fell asleep, he might not make it, even though he wasn't bleeding excessively. Yet, he didn't appear likely to stay conscious much longer.

"Yeah, but it's too far from here," he begins, heightening your anxiety. "Though my office isn't. There's some there too," he adds, his eyes glossy, appearing on the verge of passing out at any moment.

"Alright then, just give me the address, and I'll take you there," he somewhat reluctantly grumbled out the location before passing out.

Entering the address into your phone's search engine and hoisting the imp onto your back, you walked to the location.

Quite aware that cab drivers might attempt to take extort you, especially considering you were a human carrying an injured imp, you opted for the slower but more cost-effective walking route, reaching the destination in about 25 minutes.

Climbing the stairs to the seventh floor drained your energy, but your adrenaline surged upon encountering a hellhound and two imps inside the office.

The hellhound growled and barked aggressively, while the female imp simultaneously yelled and prepared for a fight. The only one not seeing red was the male imp, who was trying to make sense of the situation.

"What the hell happened to Blitzø!??" the hellhound demanded.

"Yeah, what the hell did you do to him!?!??" the female imp added, brandishing a knife.

"Millie, calm down. If they brought him here, they're most likely not the ones who hurt him," the male imp reasoned with the female.

"Yeah, it wasn't me. He got beaten up by a group of supremacist sinners," you explained as you gently placed him on the couch in the room. "He told me he had a first aid kit here, so I brought him here as neither he nor I could afford the hospital bills."

"And how can we be sure you aren't part of the jerks who hurt him, huh?" the female imp asked, her nerves still on edge, clearly showing concern for the imp. ‘Well, no, Millie showed concern a lot about Blitz.’

"You can just ask him when he wakes up, but right now, he needs help. So, can any of you bring the kit, and we'll get this over with."

With reluctance, the hellhound, whom you soon learned was named Luna, retrieved the kit and left the healing to the male imp, Moxxie. They preferred you not to touch him any further.

After briefly stepping out to grab some missing antiseptic, you observed as they took care of him. You had convinced your way into staying until he awoke; the thought that his injuries might be worse than you initially thought haunted you, and you couldn't bear the idea that he might have died if you hadn't brought him here fast enough.

After Blitzø had regained consciousness, he thanked you and offered a 50% discount on your first kill. Curious about the statement, you informed him that you weren't aware of what his company specialized in. He somewhat joyfully played their commercial for you.

Finding it all very intriguing, you inquired about the possibility of them visiting the living world for a different purpose, which he confirmed but clarified it wasn't their company's business.

Tugging a bit at their heartstrings, particularly after saving Blitzø, you divulged your ambitions. To stand out and make your dream a reality, you needed something unique, and they held the key to it. Your request was for them to procure ingredients from the human world.

Blitzø exhibited reluctance, but Millie underwent a 180-degree shift, genuinely eager to assist you, with her husband supporting her. After some persuasion, you struck a deal with I.M.P. In exchange for 5/7 of the usual kill price and keeping things on the down low, they agreed to provide you with a weekly shipment of the groceries.

Returning to the present, it was now Monday, and you found yourself 10 minutes ahead of schedule, standing in front of Rosie's emporium with a large cooler containing your ingredients.

An employee inside noticed you through the sizable glass entry doors and came out to guide you to the kitchen. They assured you that they would inform Rosie of your arrival and gave you the green light to start setting up.

True to your word, you efficiently prepared the kitchen, and right on schedule, Rosie arrived to find a clean and ready-to-use workspace, along with the promised fresh and earthy ingredients;

"Looks like you're a woman of your word, aren't you, dear?" Rosie remarked as she grabbed some dairy products and checked the expiration dates on them.

"Of course, and I wouldn't even dream of lying to you in the first place," you assured her.

"Oh, how trustworthy you are, fufufu~" she teased.

"Of course, now should I begin?" you asked, and she replied affirmatively.

With that, the baking commenced. Your choice of treat for today was a Charlotte au fraise. In about 35 minutes, you finished the preparation.

The dessert needed to chill for 8 hours in the fridge, but anticipating such a wait, you had invested in a 'chill crystal' for today and the future. This crystal is essential for cooks and bakers alike in hell as it significantly reduces the time a dish needs to be refrigerated.

Using it, your 8 hours turned into 25 minutes. During that time, you cleaned your equipment and the kitchen and, of course, brewed some tea for Rosie.

Upon reaching the 25-minute mark, you brought out the cake, cut a slice for Rosie, and served her a cup of tea. She relished every last bit of it;

"This was all wonderful, y/n," she expressed. "I am sure of it now, I will definitely invest in your dream!"

"Oh, thank you, Miss Rosie! You don't know how much this means to me!" you exclaimed joyfully.

"I'm glad I can help. But now that we've agreed I'll lend my assistance to you on your adventure, I still need you to agree on the collateral for the BNPL I want."

"Oh, of course. What is it?" you asked.

"Well, it's elementary, dear. What I want is... your soul!" she told you.

"Oh, well, that's only until I pay you back, right?" You asked worriedly.

"Yes, of course. If everything goes well and you pay me back before the deadline, you'll get your soul back. But if you exceed the time limit, your soul will indefinitely belong to me. I hope you understand that," she explained.

With a gulp, you spoke up, "I understand, Miss. Rosie."

"Wonderful, then... 'It's a deal,'" she declared, and with those words, a bright pink contract materialized, altering the entire room's shade. Nervously, you picked up a pen from the table and signed your soul away.

As you pulled away from the contract, a pink chain momentarily appeared around your neck, then vanished in a flash along with the contract.

The demonstration went well, and you got what you wanted. While having your soul signed away was nerve-racking, you believed that if you made your vision work in time, it would return to you.

You begin to double your efforts, working your ass off harder than before. On your days off from the restaurant, you checked on the renovations of your building, and about a month later, everything was completed. After a long time of sucking up to the influential guests of the restaurant, you earned enough money to quit and open your shop.

With Rosie's promotion to her people, you efficiently built a staff, even recruiting some from other districts. On the 7th of August, you finally opened the doors to your shop, and it turned out to be a tremendous success.

The turnout exceeded expectations, but you had trained your staff to handle it. Business was booming, meeting Rosie's conditions in about 5 months instead of a year.

Just as you had envisioned, people from all over the pentagram flocked to enjoy the services your establishment provided. Surprisingly, sinners from Zestial'd district emerged as your number 1 clientele, surpassing even Rosie's people.

With your salon becoming the hot topic of his district, it caught the interest of the governing overlord. Since his people were captivated by your establishment, he decided to pay a visit himself. And so he did.

Upon the first approach to the building, he was delighted by the overall aesthetic.

While he wasn't from the era when salons first became popular, being about two centuries older, the entire ambiance brought a sense of nostalgia, even though he wasn't alive when they gained popularity.

Another aspect that pleased him was the evident respect guests and staff showed to the establishment during a service. People were polite, and the quality of the food served was impeccable.

He was currently enjoying a cup of tea with none other than Rosie, discussing the success of the establishment;

"You've madeth a valorous investment, mine lief friend. This salon is nothing but successful; you've hath found quite the gem,” Zestial complimented Rosie as he sipped his tea.

Setting her cup down, Rosie responded, "Oh, quite the contrary, Zestial. My dear little owner was the one who reached out. Sparkles in her eyes and a big dream in her heart. With hard work, she achieved those ambitions, beating my expectations and regaining her soul in less than half the time I expected."

"is yond so? Quite the guts and perseverance the lady hath,“ he replied, taking another sip of his tea.

"Yes, though I honestly didn't expect your people to enjoy this place so much. Really messed up my calculations," she said, playfully feigning frustration.

"well, sinners art inherently unpredictable creatures by nature. Plus," he paused to take a bite of a fruit tart on his plate, "with desserts like this, i don't expect anyone to intermit long ere coming to tryeth those folk for themselves. Speaking of which, i would love to compliment the owner and chef for such marvelous worketh, “ he said once he had swallowed his bite.

Rosie replied, "Well, that's the fun thing – they're both the same person. She works diligently as both showrunner and employee! But yes, I can get her if you truly wish to speak to her."

"yond would beest appreciated,“ he told her.

Meanwhile, you were on the phone with a decor company, trying to arrange something for Valentine's Day in a month – or more like Valentine's week, with new decor from the 7th to the 14th.

Once you hung up, Rosie entered the office and informed you of the situation. Without questions, you followed her into the main room of the salon, and let's just say you were nervous;

Gazing at your form, Zestial spoke out, "i wilt sayeth, miss y/n, i greatly enjoy thy establishment, and so doth mine people.”

"Oh— thank you so much, Zestial, sir, I- I mean, Mr. Zestial. Sorry, I meant Overlord Zestial! So sorry!" you stammer.

"quite the nervous one, isn’t the lady?" he did add with a bawbling chuckle. he said to Rosie, who only nodded in agreement. "well, nay needeth for worries. 'zestial' is quite fine, child." he added with a small chuckle.

"Oh, alright then. Thank you for your praise, Zestial," you said with a soft smile, which he returned. ‘Satan, was he handsome.’

"Hey, how come you call him by his name right away, and I'm still 'Miss Rosie'?" Rosie teased.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Rosie. I've just gotten used to it," you replied, and they both laughed at your flustered state.

This soon became a common occurrence for you, and quickly after that, Zestial came more and more often to the point that your salon became Zestial's meeting spot when discussing business. Consequently, he had his own VIP room for such occurrences.

Simultaneously, you grew closer with the Overlord, becoming more comfortable around him. About a month later, you found yourself crushing on the man, giving him a fair amount of treats on the house to show affection.

And don't think said affection went unnoticed by him. Being an old soul like him brought wisdom, especially in the romance department.

Actually, Zestial himself found himself enamored with you, leading to him declaring his desire to court you;

You were tidying up the VIP room after one of Zestial's meetings, swiping down the table. As you prepared to leave the room, the Overlord spoke up.

"y/n, darling, may i hath't a word with thee?” he asked.

"Yes, of course, Zestial. What do you need?" you replied, your voice slightly quivering, because, 'fuck, did you love the fact he started calling you romantic pet names.'

"well, mine lovely business owner, i hath't to admit something to thee, so prithee did put the rag down and sitteth, " he requested. You obliged. "It seems that I have found mys"'t seemeth yond i hath't did find myself having fallen for thee,“ he began, making your breath hitch.

"i eke did notice yond thee seemeth to feeleth the same, or am i wrong?" he inquired, causing you to shake your head and answer with a weak, flustered 'no.' "did doth bethink so," he said with a chuckle. "then, as we both feeleth for one another, i'd like to court thee, unless thee hath't something 'gainst me doing so.”

"Yes— I mean no, well, um, shit," you stammered. Taking a breath, you spoke out again. "What I meant to say was, yes, I would love to be courted by you, more than anything, actually," you admitted.

Standing up, walking behind you, and wrapping his arm around your figure, he leaned down to your ear. "well, isn't yond perfect. I can't wait to hath't thee all to myself still,“ he whispered, somewhat sensually, leaving you in shock yet longing for more when he pulled away.

And with that, the courtship began. You found yourself taken out for nights on the town to nice restaurants, sweet notes and love poems left in your office for you to see, and evenings spent at his castle in the fireplace room, listening as he serenaded you, oh so lovingly.

You honestly couldn't wait for you and him to become official. You might have thought that being spoken for after such a short time was idiotic in the past, but Zestial was just so perfect and all you needed in your afterlife. It was obvious that you would marry as soon as he asked you.

About 5 months after your initial meeting, you found yourself dining with your suitor at quite the fancy restaurant, fancier than the one you used to work at actually.

"how art thee liking thy food, mine sweet y/n?” Zestial inquired.

"Yes, it's wonderful. What about yours, Zestial?" you asked back.

"everything is eke wonderful on mine end, " he replied, then added on, "Mine darling, would thee mind stopping thy meal for an instant? I'd like to break with an important matter with thee.”

"Oh, why, of course," you replied, putting down your utensils. You were now accustomed to Zestial and his ways, but his next move surprised you.

Zestial had stood up and got on his knees. "mine love, despite not having known thee for yond long did compare to mine long existence, i cannot see myself spending mine life beyond the grave without thee. Thou art high-sighted, talented, ingenious, and quite quaint, to a sir like me, and i would did bet many others, ye art quite literally breathtaking. Yond is accounting for thee as a whole, not just thy aesthetic attributes. So, y/n l/n, would thee doth me the honor of being thy husband for eternity?” He said as he pulled out a ring box, opening it to reveal a beautiful green diamond ring.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you gasped in surprise, your eyes widened at the stunning ring before you. The green diamond sparkled, capturing the essence of your feelings.

"Oh, Zestial..." You trailed off, a wave of happiness and love washing over you. Tears of joy glistened in your eyes as you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, a thousand times yes!" you exclaimed, your heart pounding with excitement. Zestial's face lit up with a radiant smile as he gently slipped the ring onto your finger.

As the dazzling gem adorned your hand, sealing the promise of eternity, Zestial rose from his kneeling position. You both shared a tender embrace, sealing the moment with a passionate kiss. The restaurant's ambiance faded away as you were immersed in the warmth of Zestial's affection.

The patrons and staff discreetly applauded, offering their congratulations to the newly engaged couple. Zestial held you close, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions.

"to our dateless love,“ he whispered, and you clinked your glasses together in a toast. The night continued, now infused with the magic of your commitment to each other.

From that moment forward, you and Zestial embarked on a beautiful journey, navigating the twists and turns of the afterlife hand in hand, bound by an eternal love that transcended time and existence.

And so, your wedding unfolded in a splendid ceremony. Radiant in your role, you felt like a true queen that day, with Rosie officiating and injecting humor into the proceedings, eliciting laughter from you, Zestial, and your guests.

The day was a jubilant celebration, offering you the chance to become better acquainted with Zestial's fellow overlords, including Carmilla Carmine: Holy Arms Dealer and Alastor: The Radio Demon. Despite their contrasting personalities, they played nice for the sake of the occasion.

However, that was a few hours ago. Now, with the reception concluded, all the guests had departed, leaving you and Zestial in the intimate confines of his castle, specifically, his bedroom.

Following tradition, this was the night of your nuptials, the night where you and Zestial would come together as one for the first time;

Seated at the edge of the king-size bed in your now shared room, you adorned yourself in an exquisite, intricately embroidered transparent nightgown, awaiting Zestial.

The faint click of the door drew your attention, and your now-husband entered, pushing the door open with a subtle yet confident gesture.

"Well, mine dearest bride, “ Zestial said, his voice filled with an underlying lustfulness that sent shivers down your spine. "'t seemeth we finally hath't some time high-lone.” He stepped closer to you, his presence filling up the entire room.

You could feel his eyes roaming over your exposed body, drinking in every inch of you like a starving demon discovering a feast fit for a king. While you tried hard not to squirm or show any signs of discomfort, your heart raced faster than it ever had before as he spoke words of praise.

"T-thank you, Zestial," you managed to croak out, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach.

His voice dripping with false surprise. "thee behold absolutely stunning in yond gown, y/n.”

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to caress your exposed thighs, his touch sending electric shocks coursing through your entire body. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, fighting the urge to whimper aloud as he continued to tease you. ‘Were you always this needy?’

"art thee eft for me to claim what is rightfully mine?” he asked, his eyes flashing with hunger.

You nodded vigorously, as he slowly undressed himself, revealing his tall, imposing frame covered in black fabric that clung tightly to his lithe figure. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.

As he stood before you, nude except for his dark briefs, you couldn't help but marvel at his imposing presence. He towered over you like a giant spider, his erect member straining against the thin fabric of his boxers.

Trembling slightly, you open your legs, inviting him to climb onto the bed and join you. Without hesitation, Zestial crawled onto the mattress, positioning himself between your spread legs. He leaned forward, his mouth hovering inches away from your pussy, his breath hot against your sensitive folds.

"Tell me, mine own lief jointress," he purred, his voice low and husky. "Would thee liketh me to gust thee first?”

A shiver ran down your spine as you replied, your voice cracking slightly. "Yes... please..."

Zestial's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against your sensitive flesh. You let out a soft moan as he began to tease you, tracing light kisses along your thighs and inner thighs before finally reaching your wet, quivering entrance.

He sucked on your sensitive folds, causing your hips to buck and writhe involuntarily.

As he continued his lewd assault on your most intimate areas, his tongue darted out to lick and circle your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You arched your back, crying out his name, your nails digging into the sheets as he relentlessly pleasured you.

"Oh, Satan... Zestial!" You panted, your breath coming in short gasps. "I'm going to—I'm almost there!"

"Good girl," Zestial growled, his voice thick with desire. He increased the pace of his assault, sucking harder on your clit and thrusting his tongue deeper into your wetness.

Your moans turned into incoherent moans of pure ecstasy as he brought you closer to the edge of orgasm.

Just as you felt you were about to cum, he suddenly pulled away, leaving you craving more. "Not yet, mine own dram naughty bride," he purred. "We haven't begun yet. “

He stood up straight again, his hardened member now fully exposed, throbbing with anticipation. "do thee wanteth me to filleth thee up anon?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You panted heavily, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, please, Zestial," you pleaded, your voice hoarse from your intense arousal. "I need you inside me."

“Are thee sure mine own loveth, thy so bawbling i’m afraid i might breaketh thee. ” He teased, which only made whine pleadingly.

Without further ado, Zestial positioned himself between your spread legs once more. Slowly, he pushed himself into your tight, wet entrance, filling you up to the brim.

A mixture of pain and pleasure radiated throughout your body as he began to thrust rhythmically, his massive member stretching and stretching you further than you ever thought possible.

Each thrust was accompanied by a low groan from both of you, the sounds of your bodies slapping together filling the quiet room.

Your nails clawed at the sheets, leaving long, deep scratches in the fabric as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your orgasm built up faster than before, approaching its peak once more.

"Cum f'r me, mine own lief," Zestial growled, his eyes blazing with lust. "Let wend and releaseth all yond pent-up desire. “

You cried out his name, your body convulsing violently as you climaxed again, your juices coating his member and dripping down your thighs.

Your orgasm seemed to fuel him further, and he picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder than ever before.

"Yes! More, give me more!" You begged, your voice barely recognizable from the pleasure that consumed you.

As your body continued to shake with each powerful thrust, Zestial groaned deeply, his fingers digging into your hips for support. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, his entire body tensing up before shooting his hot seed deep inside of you, filling you completely.

Finally, he pulled out of you, his cock still twitching as he collapsed beside you on the bed. Panting heavily, he reached over and brushed a strand of sweat-drenched hair from your forehead.

"That wast. quite wond'rful," he managed to croak out between heavy breaths. "Howev'r, i doubteth a single round shall suffice to satisfyeth mine own needeth, consid'ring i've been anticipating this moment f'r months. ”

“Oh.” Was all you had the time to say before your night of passion continues.

"Thank you, Zestial," you panted, your own breath returning to normal. "That was... amazing."

You reached over and caressed his cheek, your fingers trailing down to his chin. "Could we... do it again sometime?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening slightly. "Of course, mine own lief jointress," he replied, chuckling at your somewhat innocent neediness, his voice still husky with satisfaction. "We has't all the timeth in this hellish w'rld togeth'r anon. "

You lay there for a while, basking in their post-coital bliss, their hearts racing in sync. Eventually, Zestial stirred, moving closer to you. "Do thee needeth aught else bef're we retireth f'r the night?” he asked, his hand trailing down your stomach to rest on your hipbone.

“No, I just want you close to me.” You answered,

“Of course.” he replied softly, placing a kiss on your forehead as you fell asleep in each other’s arms….

Old English in order of apparition;

"You've madeth a valorous investment, mine lief friend. This salon is nothing but successful; you've hath found quite the gem, ” = "You've made a good investment, my friend. This salon is nothing but successful; you've found quite the gem,”

"is yond so? Quite the guts and perseverance the lady hath,“ = "Is that so? Quite the guts and perseverance she has,"

"well, sinners art inherently unpredictable creatures by nature. Plus," = "Well, sinners are inherently unpredictable creatures by nature. Plus,"

"with desserts like this, i don't expect anyone to intermit long ere coming to tryeth those folk for themselves. Speaking of which, i would love to compliment the owner and chef for such marvelous worketh, “ = "with desserts like this, I don't expect anyone to resist long before coming to try them for themselves. Speaking of which, I would love to compliment the owner and chef for such marvelous work,"

"yond would beest appreciated,“ = "That would be appreciated,"

"i wilt sayeth, miss y/n, i greatly enjoy thy establishment, and so doth mine people.” = "I must say, Miss Y/n, I greatly enjoy your establishment, and so do my people."

"quite the nervous one, isn’t the lady?" = "Quite the nervous one, isn’t she?"

"well, nay needeth for worries. 'zestial' is quite fine, child." = "Well, no need for worries. 'Zestial' is quite fine, child,"

"y/n, darling, may i hath't a word with thee?” he asked. = "Y/n, darling, may I have a word with you?"

"well, mine lovely business owner, i hath't to admit something to thee, so prithee did put the rag down and sitteth, " = "Well, my lovely business owner, I have to admit something to you, so please put the rag down and sit,"

"It seems that I have found mys"'t seemeth yond i hath't did find myself having fallen for thee,“ = "It seems that I have found myself having fallen for you,"

"i eke did notice yond thee seemeth to feeleth the same, or am i wrong?" = "I also noticed that you seem to feel the same, or am I wrong?"

"did doth bethink so," = "Thought so,"

"then, as we both feeleth for one another, i'd like to court thee, unless thee hath't something 'gainst me doing so.” = "Then, as we both feel for one another, I'd like to court you, unless you have something against me doing so."

"well, isn't yond perfect. I can't wait to hath't thee all to myself still,“ = "Well, isn't that perfect. I can't wait to have you all to myself forever,"

"how art thee liking thy food, mine sweet y/n?” = "How are you liking your food, my sweet Y/N?"

"everything is eke wonderful on mine end, " = "Everything is also wonderful on my end,"

"Mine darling, would thee mind stopping thy meal for an instant? I'd like to break with an important matter with thee.” = "My darling, would you mind stopping your meal for an instant? I'd like to discuss an important matter with you."

"mine love, despite not having known thee for yond long did compare to mine long existence, i cannot see myself spending mine life beyond the grave without thee. Thou art high-sighted, talented, ingenious, and quite quaint, to a sir like me, and i would did bet many others, ye art quite literally breathtaking. Yond is accounting for thee as a whole, not just thy aesthetic attributes. So, y/n l/n, would thee doth me the honor of being thy husband for eternity?” = "My love, despite not having known you for that long compared to my long existence, I cannot see myself spending my life beyond the grave without you. You're ambitious, talented, ingenious, and beautiful, to a man like me, and I would bet many others, you are quite literally breathtaking. That is accounting for you as a whole, not just your aesthetic attributes. So, Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of being your husband for eternity?"

"to our dateless love,“ = "To our everlasting love,"

"Well, mine dearest bride, “ = "Well, my dearest bride,"

"'t seemeth we finally hath't some time high-lone.” = "It seems we finally have some time alone."

"thee behold absolutely stunning in yond gown, y/n.”= "You look absolutely stunning in that gown, y/n."

"art thee eft for me to claim what is rightfully mine?” = "Are you ready for me to claim what is rightfully mine?"

"tell me, mine own lief jointress," = "Tell me, my dear wife,"

"Would thee liketh me to gust thee first?” = "Would you like me to taste you first?"

"not yet, mine own dram naughty bride," = "Not yet, my little naughty bride,"

"We haven't begun yet. “ = "We haven't begun yet."

"do thee wanteth me to filleth thee up anon?” = "Do you want me to fill you up now?"

“are thee sure mine own loveth, thy so bawbling i’m afraid i might breaketh thee. ” = “Are you sure my love, your so small I’m afraid I might break you.”

"Cum f'r me, mine own lief," = "Cum for me, my dear,"

"Let wend and releaseth all yond pent-up desire. “= "Let go and release all that pent-up desire."

"That wast. quite wond'rful," = "That was... quite wonderful,"

"Howev'r, i doubteth a single round shall suffice to satisfyeth mine own needeth, consid'ring i've been anticipating this moment f'r months. ” = "However, I doubt a single round will suffice to satisfy my needs, considering I've been anticipating this moment for months.”

"Of course, mine own lief jointress," = “Of course, my dear wife,"

"We has't all the timeth in this hellish w'rld togeth'r anon. " = "We have all the time in this hellish world together now.”

"do thee needeth aught else bef're we retireth f'r the night?” = "Do you need anything else before we retire for the night?"

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My dearest lord of the burrow, I beseech you, please grace this mere peasant with another scrumptious Demiurge fic? You, my lord, are the only individual I have found in my travel on this desolate land known as Tumblr to create gender neutral or male reader Demi fics and one's that are not of a sexual nature.

If you would hear my plea, this one would be eternally grateful. You, my lord, may call me, 🥕Carrot.

Seraphim SB Part 2, Electric Boogaloo~

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Greetings, noblest 🥕Carrot anon, one has heard of your quest for gender-neutral and male reader Demiurge content and sends you this small offering to hopefully quench your thirst... even if this is only slightly Demiurge related... sorry about that. This particular work is a gn reader one as pronouns aren't mentioned at all, and it is a continuation of a previously received ask since there were no specifications in the ask you sent. —Benny🐰

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Presenting…! An short overview of Seraphim SB's general information!

It wasn't mentioned in the original ask, but Seraphim SB is the heteromorphic race ‘Angel’ and has gotten to the maximum evolution and level, reaching the class of ‘Seraph’. I thought of a passive trait of theirs being that they have a natural holy aura around them that purifies anything within a certain distance of them. And by anything, I mean, living and non-living things.

As mentioned in the previous ask their aura harms those of undead or demonic origin, steadily chipping away at the health of those who are at the same level or higher and hacking away at the health of those of lower levels. The effect of Seraphim SB's aura is so powerful that even Ainz has to step away from them after a while after seeing his health become three-quarters of what it was just an hour ago.

As said above, Seraphim SB is a Seraphim; in angelology, Seraphim represents light, ardor (enthusiasm & passion), and purity. This would mean, after a little while in the new world their overall demeanor would become incredibly positive, bright, and enthusiastic.

The positivity they hold never dissipates even in the most serious or depressing situations, as their mind no longer allows them to feel negative emotions; their racial qualities completely blacking them out. They'll also take on a strange sense of innocence that makes those around them feel an irrational need to protect them from certain things and people. Seraphim SB's positivity also affects those around them, driving being into an almost deranged happiness if they stick around too long.

Because of Seraphim SB's holy origin, most if not all of the spells, skills & abilities they use are also of holy origin. Their particular skill is somewhat similar to a command order, but it's strictly directed at other angels. This skill, ‘Buisine’, allows players of the seraphim class to issue irrevocable commands to those of the angel race that are ten levels or less below them. Not only that, but angels and other holy beings have a natural want to follow, serve, and protect seraphim as they are usually a sign that a God is nearby.

It's already been established that Seraphim SB is the law of Nazarick; they are the judge and sometimes the executioner. But, who's the jury? Seraphim SB has two NPCs who act as their jury, each one is of a race that can split themselves into multiple consciousnesses with a maximum of six. They give off the appearance that each part has its own thoughts on each case, but in reality, they all share the same thoughts, goals, and morals stem from Seraphim SB. So to be clear, the “jury” is also Seraphim SB. It was also mentioned in another ask I received, but they can summon a sort of instant domain in the form of a grand courtroom that can seat thousands.

Let's talk about Seraphim SB and their relationship with others in Nazarick!

As stated in the previous post, Seraphim SB pays the arch-devil no real mind. They usually ignore most of the people around in favor of having a constant internal celebration instead. What do they celebrate about, you ask? Anything. Back on topic– Because Seraphim SB is physically and mentally incapable of having negative thoughts and opinions anymore, they usually fail to see the wrong in anyone's words or actions.

Demiurge wants to take over the world in the name of Ainz and themself and also happens to be kidnapping humans and doing unspeakable things to them at the Happy Farm? Okay! Sounds great! Shaltear was brainwashed and is fighting Ainz? That's awesome, Seraphim SB is rooting for both of them! Albedo wants to hunt down and kill any other players she finds? Cool! They're wishing her luck! 

Seraphim SB is also incapable of reprimanding and forgiving others, they can't identify that any wrong has been committed and because of that, have no reason to punish or forgive them. That may make you wonder how they can accurately judge others when they commit a crime against Nazarick, but they trust that the book of laws that Ainz gave them is correct and they abide by it without fail. They also have Albedo, Demiurge, and their NPCs to point them in the right direction when it's needed.

Because they trust so readily and are easily manipulated by others, Demiurge, lucky for him, has been assigned to Seraphim SB as a sort of protector and a balance to their morals. 

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Hi again! If it isn’t too much trouble, could you also write some relationship headcanons for IDW Overlord and Trepan (separate) with a human s/o? :o

Heyyy, It not to much trouble, I am an Overlord girly, unfortunately! But thats okay, Hes like really an extremely bad character, but he's still on my love list :( Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I do hope I got Trepan correct! Enjoy :)

Characters: IDW! Overlord and IDW! Trepan

Overlord

Okayyyy, i know Overlord has like always been coo-coo but, i generally feel like if he had an S/O he'd attempte to like take it down a tiny bit. Not to much tho, he still has things he's gotta do.

He wouldn't want you to be apart of anything that has to do with killing or the decepitcons. He actually attempts to keep it this way.

If he can't then he just won't care, as long as youre not in danger on purpose. Get in a situation where you know you shouldn't be and he WILL NOT help you out of it.

If he can help you, he probably will make it seem like he won't and take his sweet ass time to do it. Maybe might get you to beg for him to save you. He's fucking crazy and would do it no questions asked.

I have this like idea, that since his human S/O is so small, he would just hold you in his servos. Lifting you up to places you find interesting and so you can see what he sees.

Since he also shows you what he see he talks to you about certain things, explaings who different cons are and why he(which turns into we) doesn't like them. It's kinda like when someone shows their S/O a reality tv show and is explaining people and lore to them. It's cute, he finds it cute that even in your small state you attempt to give advice and help him in situations.

He's ncie to you, but has a slight sarcastic tone and attitude at times, but its just his normal tone. He can sometimes be super mean, but its very rare he is mean towards you, since he mostly directs it towards Cons or Bots.

He doesn't have anything special about him while in a relationship, he's just kinda there. I can't even say he would attempt to take care of you, because he just doesn't. He spend time with you and trys his best to take you everywhere with him, he cares about you like a little bit. Ask him and he'll say no he doesn't but that simply beccause its Overlord we are talking about.

He just likes having you around, a constant in his crazy coo-coo ass life, and to be honest that the only thing he'd ask for. The rest of his time in the galaxy could just be spent with you, if he didn't have a raging ego and wasn't crazy ass shit, anyways I love Overlord and so should you :)

Trepan

Im going to be real with you guys, he's also fucking crazy. he kidna gives off vibes of keeping his S/O down in his secret ass lab. Just because down there he knows where you are, can make sure you're at least a room or two over from him is he feels off.

I feel like he would try to keep your knowledge of what he does to a minimum. He simply does not want you knowing he is a "bad guy" as he thinks you'll put it.

If you don't care and he allows you to know, he'd be straight up with you, answering any questions you have about his work and why he does it.

He's not mean, he can be a little condescending but other than that he will let you know how he feels. I feel like he enjoys quality time too, so if he can't do something during an experiment or whatever, he'll go looking for you just so he can be in your presence. Either askig you what you think or just quitely doing somehting or watching you do whatever. If not this then his idea of idea of time together is you sitting watching him work on some poor Cybertronian, while he tells you what is happening andd going on. This is only if you show intrest in what he does, if not then uhhh he just sits in a room with you talking or listening to you.

I feel like he's the type to lie if he thinks its better for you, ask about why the autobots are bad and he'll make something up. He WILL lie if it means keeping you with him or on his side, but you don't need to know that

I also want to say that a relationship is nothing special, but I'd be lying, and my names not Trepan. He's kinda controling, never letting you talk to other Cons or Bots that show up asking for him, keeps you hiden away from the rest of the planet or galaxy, simply because he likes you. HE GIVES YANDERE VIBES, i feel like that's what he would do. I was like this bitch is crazy, and it lowkey feels like something a lot of people like in some characters. He CAN and WILL be a Yandere if he feels its nessecary, but if it can all be fixed with a few lies and a nice little kiss then he'll go that route. He doesn't want to scare you off, he just wants you to know he loves you, very dearly.

[crazychameleon22]

x reader request transforms for Tarantula,Overlord, Trepan

Hi can someone please do me a favor, can someone make a transformers x reader with tarantula,overlord, trepan. Could be lemon or fluff. The reader could be domineering or submissive but keeps her boys in check. Please I need more story of them in general.

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