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hunn1e-bunn1e · 7 months

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Demiurge - 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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vewyscawywriting · 1 month

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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.

#pandora's actor x reader #overlord x reader #overlord #x y/n #smut #nsft #x reader #my work #supreme being

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eyeoftheheart · 5 months

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“The personhood of man proves, totally and irrefutably, the idea of a creator God who is Will, Intelligence, and Love, otherwise how would man be endowed with these very same faculties? These faculties are ideally defined in the wisdom of Vedanta as Being, Consciousness, and Beatitude or Sat, Chit, Ananda. Now, when defined in depth, the essence of Being (Sat) becomes pure strength or Will; that of Consciousness (Chit) pure wisdom or Intelligence; and that of Beatitude (Ananda) pure Love; and this triad amounts to as essential and universal a name given to God as can be formulated in human language: Satchitananda. In turn, these three attributes constitute the essence of man’s faculties; and since they cannot emerge from nothing, least of all from matter, they can only be proof of a Supreme Being that possesses them originally in His very nature and hence can bestow them.”

― Mark Perry, The Mystery of Individuality: Grandeur and Delusion of the Human Condition

#Mark Perry #The Mystery of Individuality #perennial philosophy #Supreme Being #Truth #Consciousness #Bliss #Satchitananda #God-Consciousness #Vedanta

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calpurnia31 · 4 months

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In an unforgivable oversight, my Robespierre dressed on his number 2 suit (the one for holidays), cut flowers and went to celebrate the Supreme Being. Sainnt-Just tried to stop him, but failed...

#frev #art #robespierre #saint just #supreme being

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santmat · 7 months

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For the Sake of Spiritual Progress - Hazur Baba Sawan Singh "The Holy Father is within. Never think to go into wilderness to find it, you may attend to your business regularly repeating the Holy Names while at work and both morning and evening give as much time to the exercises as possible and thus you will reach the Goal one day. Do not hurry and never get disappointed, trust on the mercy of the Supreme Father, He will certainly take care of you." "You know the Holy Father Radhasoami is within all and everyone can ask Him for help…"

#Faith #Supreme Being #Heavenly Father #God #Lord of the Soul #Radhaswami #Radha Soami #Radhasoami #Meditation #Spirituality

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lohinen · 7 months

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Huh?

(Jonathan Smyth, Robespierre and the Festival of the Supreme Being. The search for a republican morality )

#robespierre #lecointre #french revolution #frev #supreme being #the feast of the supreme being

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shroomco · 1 month

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Totem of another supreme deity. C334

Ali Çetin, 2024

#totem #supreme being #earthlings #dünyalılar #artists on tumblr #creatures #collage art #collage artist #shroomco #deity

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splooosh · 3 months

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“The last best hope”

Steve Epting

#Supreme Being #Captain Atlas #Dr Minerva #Supremor #Ultimus #Korath the Pursuer #Shatterax #Star Force #Steve Epting #Operation Galactic Storm

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chengo-blaqcock · 9 months

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I guess this dumb bitch thought that she could use her "pussy" or shame me into considering going to get a vaccination.

I stand firm on my square!

See a lot of y'all ain't ran into a REAL black man. A black man who is wise and intelligent. A wise and intelligent man who is not afraid to speak my mind.

FOREVER UNAPOLOGETICALLY BLACK

DISCLAIMER.

DO NOT COME AT ME WITH YOUR PASSIONATE SCRIPTS THAT YOU'RE REPEATING FROM THE ACTOR ON YOUR FAVORITE MASS MEDIA NEWS STATION.

The fuck this dumb bitch thought....

#orignal man #unapologetic #supreme being #no fear #no vax #no jabs

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aeshnacyanea2000 · 3 months

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And of course there clearly had to be, said Koomi, a Supreme Being. But since the universe was a bit of a mess, it was obvious that the Supreme Being hadn’t in fact made it.

-- Terry Pratchett- Small Gods

#Terry Pratchett #discworld quotes #GNU Terry Pratchett #quotes #Small Gods #Koomi #supreme being #creator #gods

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citoyen-robespierre · 1 year

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Looking for sources

Hello. For my thesis, I am researching Robespierre’s religious views. If you have any (primary) sources, that would be helpful!

#Robespierre #Cult of the Supreme Being #Supreme Being #Festival of the Supreme Being #French Revolution

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 8 months

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Demiurge - Fair & Just Seraphim SB Reader

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I made the reader a seraphim (picture included; I imagined it as a mask or helmet.) instead of a regular angel since I believe that would be the highest evolution of an angel. Reader controls the justice system. I also used my new format for this one. I hope you like this, I did my best! — Benny 🐰

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💎 Out of all 41 of the Supreme Beings of the guild Ainz Oal Gown; only two had decided to stay in the Tomb of Nazarick. Those two being the guild master, Momonga, and the other being [UserName]. The other 39 Supreme Beings had abandoned the Tomb of Nazarick and it's denizens without looking back.

💎 While Momonga, now taking the name Ainz Oal Gown, was the now disbanded guild's Leader, a certain arch-devil couldn't help but turn his gaze away from the elder lich and towards the radiant [UserName].

💎 To say he respected them was an understatement; Demiurge was infatuated. Their beauty was ethereal yet unfathomable to the eyes of a being as lowly as himself. Due to their holy origins, merely being in their presence would slowly eat away at his, shaltear's and Albedo's life.

💎 But Demiurge, despite the possibility of death, just couldn't stay away. [UserName] was glowing pillar of judgement, passion and truth; enveloping the denizens of Nazarick in their never ending cheerful disposition. While Lord Ainz was leading Nazarick with an iron fist composed of fear and brutality; [UserName] was visiting the newly conquered territory, spreading order and elation.

💎 It was only natural that the humans, the worms, would favor them in the end. Even if, going by their standards, [UserName] was no better than Lord Ainz at times. [UserName] didn't make the justice system, they were the justice system; they made sure that every single individual was abiding by their law. If anyone, undead, beastman, elf, human etc. breaks a law the punishments are quite severe.

💎 Back to Demiurge, though. He waites on them hand and foot when they let him and if he can stay near them long enough without his health deteriorating to critical condition. He'll literally drop what he's doing and run across the entire tomb if he thinks they need him.

💎 Of course, [UserName] notices Demiurge's borderline obsession with them. But do they do anything about it? No! They embrace it with enthusiasm, sometimes even giving him special treatment since he's such a loyal little arch-devil. They view his infatuation as devotion and are very pleased with it... well... At least that's what Demiurge heard from Lord Ainz. [UserName] themselves hardly even give him a passing glance.

💎 Sometimes [UserName] will bring Demiurge into the courtroom and have him cart away a law breaking human or two to his happy farm. Always seeing him off with a "punish them well, Demiurge". It always gets him euphoric when you say his name, but that might just be you're natural aura pulling that reaction from him.

💎 Overall, it's mostly just Demiurge fantasizing about them and them strait up ignoring him most of the time.

"Yes, Your Radiance. I shall see to it that they're punished thoroughly enough to meet the standards of a being of your stature."

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「A visual example of a biblically accurate Seraphim. Props to the artist who made this artwork (I can't read cursive), It's really nice.」

Seraphim; an angelical being, regarded in traditional Christian angelology as belonging to the highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity.

Ardor; enthusiasm or passion.

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