#buddha lover

[thesonorousone]

Pray that when things come, they don't come un-natural or forced, that it'll be organic, natural, instinctive, intuitive, unexpected, flowing, innate, reflective.

[help-i-lost-my-sock]

A Helping Hand

Hey guys!

I know I said I'd have this done soon but I definitely underestimated my school assignment (and then kinda forgot about this hehe, my bad), but here it is! Better late than never, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hope you like it!

P.S. only half proofread 😅

P.P.S. - Slightly edited, mostly grammar mistakes and typos (04.02.2024).

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Tags & Warnings: Buddha x Reader smut, M/F, (getting caught) masturbating, oral (F receiving; M receiving), PiV, friends to lovers

Prompt:

"- Were you just masturbating?

- I... Uh... No? I was just...

- Want some help?"

Word count: 5092

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Alone in your room, sitting at your desk. Slowly but certainly, boredom turns to drowsiness, as you stare out the window and listen to the clock tick by. It was just one of those lazy days. The sun was up, the skies were blue with nary a puffy cloud in sight. There were no meetings today, no errands to run, no… nothing really. So, you decided to invite your best friend over to hang out – have some snacks, maybe play a game or something, maybe just sit under a tree and chat, who knows.

Buddha was supposed to have been there by now, but he was delayed - by how long, he couldn't tell, and it's already been an hour. Your eyes begin to slip shut as you lay your head on your arms. ‘A nap wouldn't hurt. Buddha could just let himself in whenever he got there’ - he had your permission and your key. No, a nap certainly wouldn't hurt. Besides, who knows how much longer it'll take him? Might be hours until he gets there. Your lids fall shut, and you sigh lightly as you relax at your decision, and focus on the rhythmic ticking of the clock.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick…

You get no chance to fall asleep proper, when there it is again - that one thought. That one stray, intrusive thought that kept invading your mind time and time again. That thought that makes your heart beat just a little faster. That thought that makes a soft blush creep up to your cheeks. That thought that makes your hairs stand on ends. That one thought that makes you feel tingly all over. That one damn thought that seemed hell-bent on draining you of every last drop of sanity you may have had left in you. Him. It's always him. Every day and every night, it returns to haunt you, as if to mock you for your helpless infatuation.

You mentally groan at yourself. 'What in blazes is wrong with me?!' Instantly on edge, you get up from your desk and run a hand through your hair in frustration. You close your eyes in a useless attempt to banish the image. It makes no difference. Nothing does. Nothing ever does! That all too familiar tingle runs through your body, stirring butterflies in your stomach like a whirlwind of emotions. The more you try to deny it - the more you try to ignore it - the more you feel your every muscle tense. You sigh, exasperated at your situation. This is getting ridiculous. Why, of all people?! Why did it have to be him?! He's your best friend for crying out loud!

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick…

The ticking clock on your desk punctuates the passing of time. The cruel thing seems to be mocking you, as if emphasizing all the time that's passed since these thoughts, and all your woes, began; as if asking how much longer will you last.

You sit down on your bed, staring at your hands as they fidget in your lap. A sense of guilt and shame tugs at strings unseen, deep within, as desire starts to gnaw at you, and you're not quite sure how to respond. There’s a certain thing you’d like to do now more than anything, yet… It feels so weird doing that while thinking of your best friend…

Despite being all alone, you instinctively glance around your room as if to make extra sure no one can see you - another telltale sign of how you felt about this whole thing. Yet, you fall back on your bed, hitting the mattress with an exasperated groan. 'It's been months now!' Months and months of this torment, yet nothing you've tried could make it go away. So, you figured you had no choice but to listen to that pesky little voice within and just give in. Besides, ‘he doesn’t need to know about this anyway, right’?

Your hand trails softly down your belly, to your thighs, lingering there for a moment. That hint of shame is still gnawing at you, though its grip is weakening, as more thoughts and memories come to mind... You remember his smile, his bright blue eyes looking straight into yours, and a soft blush creeps on to your cheeks. The thought of his strong arms, and his warm embrace makes you long for his warmth. Slowly, gently, your fingers glide over your plush thighs, and eventually slip under your skirt. Your warm fingertips trail over your soft skin, and travel upwards to graze over your mound, still not quite daring to reach for that special spot, as your lust and shame battle it out.

Your brows furrow ever so slightly, as you mentally bemoan this sorry situation. But it's hard to stay mad when thinking of him... His calm and comforting aura ever so clear, ever so soothing; his laughter so contagious and refreshing; and that cocky grin of his... This man was by all means an intoxicating vice. You allow your fingers to trace the edges of your panties.

Loud and clear, your mind recalls his voice, before twisting it into all those words you'd wish he'd say to you... the soft, sweet, and gentle... the daring, and provocative... the reassuring, yet teasing... and, oh, those dirty whispers you'd wish to hear him utter in the night... Your fingers finally settle on your clothed bud, rubbing gently in slow circles, as those forbidden fantasies start pouring in like wine, addling your brain, and slowly stripping you of your inhibitions.

'Fuck...' If the mere thought of him could do this to you already... 'Gods... how pathetic... What a pitiful joke...' Your lips twist into a bitter-sweet smile, as you listen to the clock tick on, punctuating the silence.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick…

Finally, you sigh in defeat. Drinking in these forbidden fantasies, your mind drifts off to darker places; what would his warm hands feel like gripping your hips? What would it feel like to have him kiss your neck, from your collar bones up to your jaw - to feel his lips on yours, to feel his tongue slip into your mouth? You remember his scent – sweet, yet so fresh – and imagine his mouth, hot against your own, and sweet with the taste of a cola lollipop. Your fingers trace up and down your core. The soft fabric is warm and moist under your fingers. You quickly slide your panties off, tossing them haphazardly to the floor.

Laying back down on your bed, your mind continues to slip down the gutter. As time marches on, tick by tick, shame gives way to desire, and you succumb to temptation, finally sliding your fingers over your bare, wet core. 'Ah, yes. That's better...' A soft sigh escapes your lips, as you close your eyes and bite your lips.

A shiver runs through you as you imagine his strong, large hands roaming over your body. Subconsciously, you wrap your free arm around yourself, allowing it to gently caress your waist and hip. As of its own accord, this hand makes its way up your chest, sliding your shirt up along the way, and settling on your breast, gently kneading the soft flesh in your palm. Another lustful thought, another needy touch, another longing sigh…

Drunk and still drinking of this forbidden wine, your arousal continues to build, becoming ever more ardent and slowly starting to drip onto your skirt, as your fingertips trace and tease your slick folds.

What would the look on his face be as he touches you so - as you sigh and squirm under his touch? A grin? A smirk? Perhaps half-lidded eyes, being as ready to take you as you are for him…

By now you are aching to be filled, and you oblige your body by slipping in one slender finger. Yet, you can't help but think, with a hint of bitterness, just how much better his fingers would feel in there... Longer, thicker, but above all, his. The thought prompts you to add a second finger, lazily sliding them in and out, or curling them up. Your other hand roams over your body, caressing and squeezing here, there, and everywhere.

Tick… Tick… Tick… Tock…

The ticking sound of the clock fades in and out, as your sighs and pants regularly drown it out.

You bite your lips, wondering what it might feel like to say his name in your current state. You imagine him biting down on you, his fangs nipping at the tender flesh of your neck, and his name leaves your swollen lips on a breathy, needy moan. 'Ugh... This is so wrong... But why the hell did that feel so right?'

The sound of a lollipop being crushed jolts you out of your thoughts, and you instantly bolt up to a sitting position, throwing your shirt back over your chest and belly, and your skirt over your thighs. Your nipples, still hard, are visibly poking through your shirt, and your fingers, still coated with your arousal, now clutch at your skirt.

Stiff as a plank, you try to act normal as you desperately pray to whatever it is that you could possibly pray to that this is just a nightmare. 'How long has he been standing there?!'

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick…

Neither of you speaks a word, both of you just staring at each other. Your heart is pounding so loud you could swear it's just about ready to burst right out of your chest and make a run for it. Your face is visibly red, and you can feel the blush burning all the way down your chest. Your best friend just walked in on you pleasuring yourself at the thought of him - and moaning out his name none the less!

"Were you just masturbating?"

"I... uhh... No? Of course not! I was just-"

"Want some help?"

You blink at him in dumbfound silence. 'Did he just...?'

"I- I'm sorry, what?"

"D'ya want some help? I heard you say my name while having a go at yourself. Not gonna lie, that sounded pretty good~" A smirk spreads on Buddha's face, and you can see his eyes dart to your soaked panties on the floor. His fangs poke out at the corners of his mouth as his smirk grows wider. Those fangs... Those fangs you'd just imagined biting into you... That mouth you'd just imagined against your own, so hot and sweet... You're transfixed by his eyes, as your brain still tries to process the invitation.

"So, what's it gonna be, petal"?

You continue to stare at him in dumbfound silence, as the clock ticks ever on.

Buddha shrugs his shoulders, and slowly turns back towards the door. "Guess I'll just come back lat-"

"No."

Buddha turns to look at you over his shoulder, with a raised eyebrow and that damned smirk still plastered on his face.

"No what?" His eyes pierce straight through you, and you can't help but avert your gaze.

A brief silence falls over you again, as your hands fidget with your skirt, and you can swear that blush on your face was going to burn you alive.

Buddha doesn't wait long for an answer.

"Oh, well!" He sighs as he turns to leave once more, waving at you over his shoulder.

"Wait! I... I want your help."

He turns to look at you, closing the door behind him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He’s looking you dead in the eye, when you notice that... his eyes seem somewhat... darker than you remember them. Certainly not a bad look on him, though.

Buddha chuckles as he eyes you up and down - flustered with need and anticipation.

"Well, then – how could I possibly say no to a friend in need?"

You’re quick to avert your eyes from him - his stare is too intense, that grin too cocky. He notices your discomfort and comes to kneel in front of you. His fingers grab your chin, gently prompting you to look at him.

"Hey. Look at me. There's no shame in this, okay?"

You slowly look up at him. There's a soft smile on his lips, yet the lustful look doesn't leave his eyes for a moment.

Buddha slowly leans in and claims your lips - a soft kiss that quickly turns hungry, and you feel his free hand start to roam up your thigh, slowly sliding further and further under your skirt. His hand is much larger and stronger compared to yours. His touch is gentle, yet firm as it caresses and squeezes along the way. The feeling is intoxicating – his lips on your own, his hands on your body. It feels almost too good to be true. This is when a thought hits you, and you briefly break the kiss.

"Buddha... I... We don't have to do thi-"

"Shuddup. I'm doing this because I want to. Matter of fact...," he continues as he kisses you hungrily once more "I've wanted to do this for a long time." Buddha pauses just long enough to look deep into your eyes. "So don't fuss about it, mkay?"

"You di-"

Buddha cuts you off by crashing his lips back onto yours. He smells so good... Is that vanilla and orange? With a note of caramel and spice… You close your eyes and allow yourself to fall into his touch, to lose yourself in his kiss. His hand is warm under your skirt, rubbing circles on your inner thigh, as you relax into his touch.

You feel his fangs brush against your lips and you slide your tongue over one of them. Buddha chuckles, and meets your tongue with his own, deepening the kiss and earning him a moan from you. His mouth is just as you'd imagined it would be - hot, sweet, and sinfully skilled against your own.

His hand leaves your chin to cup the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Buddha raises to his knees, and wraps your legs around his waist. Holding you close, he swaps places so that you are now straddling him. His hands start to roam your body, squeezing and pinching playfully every here and there.

Your head still spins with his words -

"I want to. [...] I've wanted to do this for a long time."

His mouth starts trailing open-mouth kisses down your neck and collarbone, until he reaches your shirt. Buddha quickly removes the obstacle, tossing it to the floor, to join your discarded panties.

His hands trail up your sides, grabbing your breasts, before his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, rolling his tongue around it. Holding on to his shoulders, you dare look down at the sight - his hot mouth working your hardened nipple. He briefly meets your eye, and smirks against your chest. His eyes then close, and he becomes fully absorbed in his task.

Tension is building up higher within you and you start to roll your hips against his hardened member, earning you a small grunt from him. Buddha sucks hard on your nipple before releasing it with a lewd pop, and immediately diving in for the other, giving it the same treatment. Your back arches slightly, pressing your chest closer against his lips.

Panting, your grip on his shoulders tightens, as you start grinding against him harder. You know your dripping pussy is probably making a mess on his robes right now, but you couldn't care any less. You still can't quite believe this is really happening - it all just seems a bit surreal. You moan softly. The friction between your thighs increases, as his mouth continues to feast on your heaving chest.

Just as you seem to be getting a bit too carried away, Buddha grabs you and rolls you both over. You find yourself on your back, once more, legs spread wide open, but this time, he is there, between your thighs.

He smiles softly at your flustered face, a gentle look in his eyes as he looks at you from below his long dark lashes.

"What a cutie..." His long fingers reach up to caress your face, before moving to remove his glasses. He places them on your nightstand, and quickly returns his full attention to you. You stare at him transfixed. Every single feature of this man is sculpted to perfection. 'Good grief, how is he so handsome?'

His lips recapture yours in a passionate, intoxicating kiss, as your hands roam up his strong arms, and down his chiseled chest. His strong hands caress up and down your thighs, squeezing them gently every now and then. Laying there, legs wide open, and skirt barely clinging to your thighs, you wish Buddha would just take you already. His mouth starts traveling down your body - from your lips, down your neck, over your heaving chest, and down your belly, giving you goosebumps. Reaching your lower half, he quickly glances up to you with a smirk.

"Let's see what we got 'ere, hm?" Buddha doesn't waste a moment hiking your skirt all the way up, and exposing your needy core - hot, and ready, and glistening with arousal.

His eyes widen slightly - a detail so small you might have just missed it had you not been so intently studying his reaction. A whiff of your scent and you can see his lips part slightly. His gaze meets yours - the look of hunger in eyes makes you tense up with anticipation.

His warm lips latch on to your soppy cunt, his hands holding your thighs open as far as they could go. You moan loudly, as his strong tongue darts in, past your folds. Your hands tangle in his soft hair, tugging gently at the luscious locks. Panting and gasping, you try to buck your hips against his mouth, wanting more of him. You can feel his fangs against your skin as his tongue retreats, and he grins at your attempts. His large hands slide up to your hips, holding you firmly in place, as he starts teasing your swollen, sensitive clit, licking circles around it. You whine in protest, but with the way he's holding you down, there's not much you can do about it. You don't even dare trying to fight it, afraid he'll pull back completely - all you can do is moan and whimper to let him know you want more, and hope it's enough to persuade him to give you more.

His left hand returns to your thigh, gently caressing it up and down. Buddha is relentless in his teasing - licking you slowly, and passionately. His slow, torturous movements are driving you up the walls, especially when he kisses and sucks on your clit.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet, petal," he mumbles against your core.

Buddha's mouth moves up and down your folds, as he licks from your needy slit to your sensitive clit, giving it a couple short, quick flicks of the tongue before starting over. Meanwhile, your hands travel up to your chest, squeezing your breasts and playing with your hardened nipples. Your moans and whimpers are like music to his ears, and the sight of you touching yourself like that - so hot for him, so needy for him... is enough to break his resolve and grant you your sweet relief.

His hands slide under your ass, lifting up your hips, and giving that sinful mouth of his a better angle to sate both your desires, as his tongue dives back into your core. You can feel the knot in your belly tighten. From the way you squirm and writhe, the way your walls start clenching around his tongue, and the way your voice starts getting louder, he can tell you're getting closer. He grunts, as he starts licking faster and deeper than before, his grasp on your thighs tightening ever so slightly, pushing you over the edge.

With a broken moan, you release into his mouth. His face is still between your thighs, as those gorgeous blue eyes look up to meet yours. He laps up your juices diligently, before slowly pulling back. Panting, your body relaxes as Buddha's mouth leaves your core. The look of pride on his face is undeniable as he looks down at your flustered face, his gaze meeting yours through half-lidded eyes.

Crawling on top of you, he claims your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself. You moan in his mouth, your hand darts between his legs, grabbing his rock-hard shaft and earning you a groan. You can feel it throbbing under your touch, as you start palming it up and down. Buddha's lips leave yours, and you feel his teeth biting into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, as  your warm hand slips into his pants. You can feel his tip slick with precum, as your hand pushes in further, grabbing a firm hold of his cock and starting to pump it slowly.

He lets out a small, relieved moan at your touch. His lips find yours again, kissing you deeply, and passionately, as his hips start grinding into your hand. Your free hand clutches at his shirt, pulling and tugging at it. Buddha takes the hint, quickly pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room, before getting back to your mouth.

His hips start grinding into your hand harder, his breath becoming uneven. But, no, this won't do. He pulls back, making quick work of his robes and boxers, as you dispose of your skirt.

Bare at long last, you eye the god with marvel and lust. His physique is absolutely divine in every sense, his imposing stature as he towers over you, his shoulders strong ans broad, his arms, his chest, his legs, his abs toned and chiseled. The man is ripped. And this masterpiece of a man's cock - large, and hard, and throbbing with need - stands tall at attention only for you - a sight that damn near makes you drool. You can't help yourself anymore - you drop to your knees before him, staring up at him, eyes blown wide with wild lust, ready to worship him. Your left hand cups his balls, while your right hand grabs his shaft. His eyes snap to you with something akin to surprise written on his face. Your tongue slips out to give a few small licks, to test his reaction. You feel him tense a little, before the situation sinks in and he relaxes, smirking down at you. Your tongue starts dancing over the tip, tasting his readiness, before licking a long strip from the base of his shaft to his tip. Your soft, warm lips wrap around his tip and start sucking softly, teasingly, before sliding his length deeper and deeper into your mouth. You bob your head on his cock, as your right hand pumps the length that could not fit in your mouth, and your left hand toys with his balls. You hear a sigh leave his lips. You slide your head back, teasing his tip with your tongue and lips. His hands cup the back of your head, gently pushing himself back into your warm, welcoming mouth, and guiding you along his length, as his breath becomes increasingly ragged. His sighs and occasional moans, and the salty taste of his precum on your tongue spur you on. Your cunt is dripping with need, jealous of your mouth for being so full of him. You continue to suck him deeply, with a seemingly insatiable hunger, until you feel a slight tremble in his legs and his balls starting to tighten in your hand. 'He's getting close.'

You release him with a lewd pop, a small string of saliva hanging between his eager cock and your swollen lips. Buddha is visibly disappointed. The air feels cold against his cock, coated as it is in your spit.

You look up at him with a smirk, as your hands continue to stroke him slowly. Buddha chuckles slightly at the cocky look on your face.

"You little minx..."

Bending down to your level, his fingers gently guide your chin to his lips. Before you know it, you feel his hands pulling you off the ground and tossing you on the bed. Smiling, he gazes down at your naked body.

"Damn. You look even better than I imagined", he says, as he reaches up to let his hair down. "Now, why doncha turn around for me, petal? Lemme see that ass of yours." His eyes are beguiling, and dark with that same desire coursing through you. You happily oblige, turning around for him, propping yourself up on all fours and exposing your needy cunt to his gaze.

A moment passes and nothing happens. You look over to him over your shoulder, and catch a glimpse of him stroking himself, his eyes trained on your core, as it clasps and clenches so needily in anticipation, your slick folds so inviting as they glisten with your arousal.

He catches you looking and chuckles. "Just enjoying the view, petal."

"Hmm... I can think of a better view", you hum suggestively, as you arch your back, pushing your hips slightly higher.

Buddha chuckles to himself, positioning himself behind you, his tip pressing to your entrance. He leans over you, supporting himself on one arm, while his hand moves up to guide your chin towards him. His thick shaft slowly pushes past your folds and deeper into you, stretching you up gradually, as his lips meet yours in a warm and tender kiss.

Buddha gives you a moment to adjust to him, placing soft kisses on your face and neck. His large hands hold on to your hips, pulling you as close as your bodies would allow. You can't help but moan when you feel him bottom up against you, his hips pressed flush against your ass, and his balls pressed against your clit. In both length and girth, this man is nothing to scoff at. His size is just perfect for you, stretching you up so deliciously, and filling you up entirely. To you both, this was a dream come true. What were the odds you'd get just what you wanted, and through an awkward accident nonetheless? You both needed a moment to regain your wits, as the lust and mild disbelief mixed into a haze, your thoughts racing as fast as your hearts.

"Fuck..." You both sigh in unison, as your head falls down, and his falls back.

One more moment, one more sigh.

Your walls clench around him as your body adjusts to the intrusion, and you let out a small whine. You can feel him twitch inside you, and you hear him groan at the feeling. Slowly, you turn your head to give him a nod, letting him know it's alright to move now.

Buddha wastes no time, as he slowly starts to move in and out of you. His hand reaches between your legs, and his nimble fingers start dancing over your sensitive pearl. The feeling sends a jolt through your body, making you clench a little more around Buddha's size. Your panting slowly turns to whimpers, as your legs shuffle a little further from each other, spreading just a little wider to accommodate him.

Your soft sounds, and the way you open up so nicely for him lets him know you're ready for more. Buddha quickly builds up to a steady pace, while making sure to hit all the spots that make you gasp and twitch.

Your heart is racing in your chest, as your moans get louder. Your breathing is growing more erratic by the moment, and you can feel the temperature rising.

Buddha leans over to you. His breath fans over your cheek as his teeth nibble on your earlobe. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking tight." His voice is low and coarse, nearly growling in your ear.

"Harder..."

His fingers dig into your flesh, pulling your hips towards him to meet his every thrust, as he picks up the pace. His hips slam against your ass, his cock hitting that special spot within you over and over again. As his thrusts grow rougher and sloppier, your moans grow louder, gradually turning into screams. The sounds you make are music to his ears, spurring him on; the sound of skin slapping against skin punctuating each thrust, as the scent of sex fills up the room.

Your bodies glisten with a sheen of sweat, as you lose yourselves in the moment - in this long-awaited union. Your body begins to shake, as your breath catches in your throat. Buddha notices and slowly pushes you down on the bed so that you're now laying on your belly, trapped between him and the bed, as he continues to rail you into the mattress.

Caught between his hot, hard body, and the soft mattress, all you can do is gasp and scream his name, as you feel his cock hit that special spot deep within you over and over again, making the knot in your belly tighten, and your head feel light. You can hear his breath getting more and more ragged. His thrusts grow sloppier, and more desperate as he nears his own end, slamming his hips hard against your ass.

With a loud scream you cum undone around his throbbing shaft, spasming hard around his length. Your sounds, and the feeling of your tight little cunt squeezing him so tightly, pushing him over the edge too, and he released his seed deep within your walls.

Buddha slowly lowers himself over you, careful not to squeeze you under his weight, as you both try to catch your breath, slowly coming down from your highs. His heaving chest against your back feels right, as does his hot breath over your shoulder.

"You know," you start, still panting slightly, "I still can't quite believe this actually happened." There's a short pause as you sigh, and look back at him with a warm smile. "But I'm glad it did."

Buddha chuckles. That smile would be enough to melt his heart, but your words truly bring a new meaning to joy.

"So am I," he whispers to you softly. He presses a tender kiss to your lips, before sliding out of you, and rolling over on the bed.

Perhaps the best thing to do, as the clock ticks idly by, is to just take a nap - cradled safely against the man you love, as he holds you tightly in his arms.

[minicarrotcakes]

"You don't need someone to complete you, you only need someone to accept you completely."

-The Buddha.

[wine-dark-soup]

everyone. I have a question. Please help me out

Based on that wyll bg3 poll i cant find back

[ruth-t]

Spirit feels, ego thinks.

How could feelings ever be

wrong when they were

meant to be felt?

[philosophors]

“Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love. This is the eternal rule.”

— Gautama Buddha

[bones4thecats]

Hi!!!! There's some questions

1. Who is your favorite character from Ror and Twst?

2. Have you watched Wind Breaker?

3. Do you write Oshi no ko as well?

4. What's your favorite drink? ( I need to ask this)

5. What's your favorite animal?

6. What's your first anime/show/game?

Here you go. Okay, maybe some questions are a little dumb but i am interested. I really love your writing 💖💖 Good job!!! Have a good day/night ❣️

Hello there @kanroji-san!! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night and thank you for the compliment on my work!

Now onto the questions;

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『1. I have a lot of favorite characters when it comes to shows, and they do change quite often and when they're going from a book/manga to a film/series, it may change. But, for the sake of this being a shorter answered question;

➥ For Record of Ragnarok I like Buddha, Heracles, Thor, Zerofuku, Jataka, and Kojiro Sasaki the most. ➥ And for Twisted Wonderland it's Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud, Malleus Draconia, and Che'nya the most.

『2. I have not watched nor read the Wind Breaker anime/manga. But, when I looked it up (since I have been watching so many different things at once) I have to admit, it looks interesting.

『 3. I do not write for Oshi no Ko, but I have gotten interested in both the anime and manga. It, to me, is a very interesting premise. But overall, no I do not write for that. Sorry.

『4. My favorite drink is a harder one to answer since there are quite a few different things I like to drink. But my top four most drank ones are; Starbuck's Mocha Cookie Crumble with Coffee, Strawberry Lemonade, Hot Chocolate (preferably the Brooklyn Beans), and White Milk.

『5. My favorite animal is one of the easiest ones I can answer for you though! I love dogs and Wild African Dogs the most. But, my favorite dog breeds are Newfoundlands, Pugs, Golden Retrievers, and Teddy Bears.

『6. Finally, my favorite show/anime/game are all different.

➥ My Favorite TV Shows; Friends, Samurai Jack, and Gravity Falls ➥ My Favorite Animes; Demon Slayer, Dragon Ball, and Diabolik Lovers (I like the way it's so goofy but trying to be serious) ➥ My Favorite Games; Minecraft, Checkers, and Uno (I never really played many digital games)

I hoped I answered these well for you! Anyways, I hope you have a great rest of your day.night again! See ya!

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[justwatchmyeyes]

Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind. ~ Buddha

[non-conventionnel]

What did the ancient philosophers in Classical Greece think about God?

Why was their concept so different from that which many of us uphold today?

What do the sacred Eastern books and Eastern philosophers have to say in this regard? What exactly are Brahmanism and Taoism?

What are karma, eternal recurrence, reincarnation and free will? What is the human consciousness?

What were the Buddha’s teachings and how did his teachings influence the spiritual formation of Jesus?

These are some of the questions which we will try to answer in this book, with the helping hand of scientific theories and historical facts which will strengthen the fact that in spite of the many extant religions and philosophies, cosmic spirituality will always be one and common to all; a cosmic spirituality that was taught by Buddha, Jesus and the greatest spiritual teachers of all time.

Anton Sammut

[fallensapphires]

Flowers

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change.

[thesonorousone]

Pray for no reason, for you, for the moments.

Pray for the closed ones for no reason, for whoever needs the healing ⸺ Praying transcends the fascination and a faith for prospering into the material world. Not like, magically but watering the seed of positive moving into the soil of subconscious. So, we intentionally moves with kindness and forth. It's like manifestations. The energy put onto it. It makes the inner-self glow. Pray to the most high, the universe

[help-i-lost-my-sock]

Candy Thief

Hey guys!

Trying to dip my toes in writing again after a long, long time, and since Record of Ragnarok is my latest obsession, I've decided to practice with my favourite charachter - Buddha!

In terms of fanfic, I've only ever written two one shots and that was ages ago, so I would appreciate some feedback (if you don't like it, that's fine, just please be nice).

So without further ado, here goes nothing!

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Summary: Reader decides to steal Buddha's lollipop.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,020

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It was a sunny afternoon on a late spring day and you were laying in the grass under the great tree. The sun was shining brightly, high up in the sky, its rays finding their way here and there between the gently swaying leaves, to shed their light on the ground. A warm breeze blew over the fields, as the birds sang their cheerful songs, and the butterflies twirled and spiraled in the air, darting and dipping from flower to flower. This moment was perfect. In the bliss of this spring day, all you could hear was the soft rustling of the grass and leaves... and Buddha's slow breathing as he relaxed next to you, his back against the tree's harsh bark.

You couldn't help but stare at him. Even the fear that he might open his eyes and catch your staring so longingly, could not deter you. You shifted slightly to get a better look. This man was utterly mesmerizing - his calm and cool demeanor, the contours of his face, his long dark eyelashes... the way the lollipop stick poked out between his lips... gods... that damn lollipop... that damned lucky lollipop... Oh, that smirk on his lips, and those beautiful piercing eyes staring right back at you. Wait. Staring right back at- 'Oh fuck!'

"And what might you be staring at? Hm?" Buddha was now looking at you with an amused smile on his lips, his fangs showing at the corners of his mouth.

You blinked a couple of times. "Uh, nothing! There... uh... There was a ladybug in your hair, but it just flew away," you lied, with a nervous laugh.

"Aww, would have loved to see it." Buddha seemed to have bought it. Or, at the very least, he let it slide. You weren't quite sure, but you breathed a silent sigh of relief when he closed his eyes again and went to resume his nap.

'Fuck, that was close,' you thought to yourself. And still, you could not tear your eyes off him... and that lollipop. 'Kinda jealous of that lollipop,' you thought to yourself. 'I wonder what it tastes like... I wonder what he tastes like...' 

It was as if madness itself seized you when you quickly hopped up in a crouching position and seized the lollipop right from his mouth before dashing off down the hill and into the fields.

You heard Buddha shouting behind you as the realization of your most heinous crime struck him.

“Hey! Get back here!”  You could hear some shuffling as he sprung up on his feet, then the rustling of his clothes as he ran after you. You turned around to see how far he was - how long did you have left until he caught up to you? Buddha was certainly closing in the gap, and the fact that you burst out laughing at his most arduous chase for the lollipop didn't help. You were laughing so hard, you had to stop to catch your breath, which gave him an opportunity to catch up with you.

Laughing and gasping for air, hunching over, hands propped against your knees for support, you looked up at him, with the lollipop still in your hand. The both of you seemed to be having fun. Despite his complaints and feigned offense, the playful glimmer in his eyes gave him away.

"I believe you have something that belongs to me."

You shook your head at him, straightening up and shooting him an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about,” you lied. "I am aghast," you continued, pressing the hand holding the lollipop to your chest, "I am aghast that you would think me a thief!"

"Oh really? What's that in your hand then? Hm?"

You stretched out your free hand, palm wide open. "Nothing. See?"

"Your other hand, smartass" he replied with a grin.

You glanced over quickly at the blue lollipop in your hand, then back at Buddha, who was watching you with amusement.

"Still nothing," you chimed, as you quickly popped the lollipop in your mouth before taking off again, further into the fields.

The white flowers strewing the fields now seemed to blend in with the grass as you ran, giggling, faster and faster. You couldn't help but note the tastes in your mouth... the sugar, the cola, and that one taste you were most curious about. The thought brought a slight blush to your cheeks, as you twirled your tongue over the lollipop.

Right now, everything was perfect. The gentle wind, the sun warming your skin, the greenery around you... And both of you laughing as he chased after you. ‘This is it,' you thought, 'This is per-‘.

"Hey! Watch out!"

Buddha's voice tore you out of your daydream just in time for you to tumble with a yelp straight into the clear, cool waters of a pond.

Buddha's laughter roared through the air as he slowed down. Hands on his hips, he walked over to the edge of the pond.

You resurfaced with a frown... and a lotus flower splayed out flat on your head. Somehow though, you've managed to keep hold of that lollipop, clenching your teeth around it, as you tried to wipe the water off your face.

Buddha kicked his slippers off and sat down on the edge of the pond, one foot dipping in the waters, while his other leg folded. He sat there for a bit, waiting for you to regain yourself, his elbow resting on his bent knee, as he watching you and chuckled. Soon enough, your eyes cleared up and you looked up at him. Realizing the absurdity of the whole situation, you started laughing and he followed suit.

When your laughter finally died out, you noticed the cocky smirk on Buddha's face.

"You know," he said, reaching out and taking the lollipop out of your mouth, "If you wanted to kiss me... you could have just asked." With that, Buddha popped the lollipop back in his mouth, humming at the taste of you on his tongue, as you stared at him blushing and speechless.

[fragrantpines]

Characters that (painfully) accept that you are Kongsang's young master first, their lover second: Yangzhou Rice, Buddha's Temptation, Boneless Carp, Longjing Shrimp, Dezhou Chicken, Yulin, Shunde Raw Fish

[livvyofthelake]

warren and eddie spent this last episode. the entire episode mind you. at the movies. this storyline was over the course of a full day and their asses rolled back up to the house after dark when graham and karen had just had a full day at the beach and were about to have crazy sex. and then warren has the audacity to say daisy and billy were “out god knows where doing god knows what”. ok warren. did you fuck that man or not

[yorgunherakles]

bırakmayı öğren.

gotama buddha

[zenthropology]

My Buddhist headcanon is that Samantabhadra and Manjushri are boyfriends.