#requested by lotus 💕

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Lucy: You’re kind of a red flag, Laxus.

Laxus: I am not a red flag. I told everyone what’s wrong with me, so that makes me a caution sign at worst.

[kathlare]

Same anon here lol, I was also wondering if you could write a part where Lando and Amelie get drunk and they’re all over each other just super cheesy and fluffy and cute, I need the love in my heart rn :) also I love ur writing it’s absolutely amazing 💖 I’m so happy every time a new part is posted

Ahh hii again!! 🥹💖 Thank you so much for your sweet words, they seriously mean the world to me!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying the story 🫶 And here it is—what you asked for: a drunk, cheesy, fluffy, love-filled moment between Lando and Amelie 💕 I hope it gives you all the warm feelings you were craving!! Let me know what you think, and if you ever have more ideas, my inbox is always open! 💌

lay all your love on me

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando take a well-earned break from the chaos of their worlds, basking in sun, wine, and affection by the sparkling shores of Lake Como.

Wordcount: 3.2 k

Warnings: none

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March 28th, 2025 - Lake Como, Italy

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lanmelieupdates: Lando & Amelie having lunch in beautiful Lake Como today with Amelie’s sister and other members of her tour crew.

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f1couplegoalsx: Lake Como looks good on them, but not as good as they look on each other 😏 → lanmielieforever: @f1couplegoalsx LITERALLY. They’re the cutest duo.

racingfan69: okay but imagine being that food tho 😭🍴

f1loverz: Amelie’s sister is probably wondering why they’re so obsessed with each other 😆 → f1babe_who: @f1loverz she’s probably just used to it by now 😂

amiesupporter: No but seriously, when are they going to just adopt me into their friend group??? → lanmielove_: @amiesupporter I’m first in line 😤

beepbeepf1: The way they both glow when they’re together 😍

rachelslovef1: Who’s their waiter tho?? Like… can I apply for that job? → lucaslamlovers: @rachelslovef1 I’ll take the shift if you’re not available 👀

lanmielie_4life: I’m just here for the soft vibes.

danielricciardofan: Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that they're living their best lives while people are busy hating? Legends. → f1beautyqueen: @danielricciardofan facts, they’re just vibing, let them be happy! ✌️

hateralert: We get it, they’re cute, but can someone explain why they always look so perfect?

f1faves: Y’all know that when they're together, it’s like a whole different level of cute. Not fair, honestly. 😭 → lanmielieforever: @f1faves we don’t make the rules, we just follow them 😂

xxclairexx: Amelie’s glow up from the winter is EVERYTHING ✨

nobrofan: So when are we getting the Lake Como wedding? 💍💘 → lanmielove4life: @nobrofan bet they’d be the cutest couple to marry in Italy. 😍

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The sun hung lazily over Lake Como, casting a warm golden sheen over the water, glittering like a thousand tiny mirrors. A soft breeze rustled through the olive trees as Amelie leaned back in her chair, sunglasses slipping down her nose, a grin spread wide across her face. Her curls were tied up in a loose bun, a few strands falling against her cheeks, sun-kissed and flushed from laughter — and wine. So much wine.

—No, no, listen— she said, half-slurring, pointing her glass at Elysia —I’m just saying, if we all moved here and lived in a giant villa like The White Lotus, we’d either be dead or married within a month. No in-between.—

Elysia burst out laughing, leaning into Joe, who looked content just sipping his Aperol and letting the chaos unfold. Callum rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, shaking his head like a dad trying not to smile, while Lando sat beside Amelie, arm draped lazily over the back of her chair. His hand occasionally wandered into her hair or brushed against her bare shoulder, casual and unconscious, like he couldn’t not touch her.

He was just as tipsy, if not worse, his accent getting stronger by the minute.

—Babe— he said, his voice low and boyish, —you’re literally glowing. I swear to God, I’m gonna combust.—

Amelie turned to face him, squinting against the sun, nose scrunching in a way that made Lando feel like his heart was doing cartwheels.

—That’s just the wine, Lan. Or heatstroke. Or your stupid compliments.—

—No, it’s you— he leaned in, pressing a soft, exaggerated kiss to her cheek —it's all you, sunshine. Can’t help it if I’m madly, pathetically obsessed with you.—

—Ew— Jack called out from across the table, tossing a piece of bread at them. —You two are fucking gross.—

—Thank you, Jacky— Amelie said sweetly, catching the bread and taking a bite. —That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.—

They were in a quiet, tucked-away restaurant right by the water, all rough stone walls and hanging flowers, the kind of place you’d never find unless someone local told you about it. Plates of pasta, grilled fish, and colorful salads littered the table, along with half-drunk bottles of wine and empty Negroni glasses.

The afternoon sun had made everyone lazy and loose, and the wine had made them affectionate and reckless.

Lando, who had been tracing lazy circles on Amelie’s knee, leaned over to whisper something in her ear. She snorted immediately.

—You’re such a pervert,— she whispered back, laughing as she pushed his face away, but her cheeks were already pink.

—You love it— he grinned, eyes sparkling. —Admit it.—

—Yeah, okay, maybe a little— she leaned in, eyes heavy-lidded —but you’re gonna regret that when I post your drunk karaoke video later.—

—You wouldn’t.—

—Try me.—

And then, because she was tipsy and chaotic and very much herself, an idea sparked in her head. A brilliant, evil, hilarious idea.

She pulled her phone out of her little Dior purse and nudged Lando’s shoulder.

—Lan, can I borrow your phone real quick? Gonna AirDrop you something.—

—Yeah, of course— he handed it over without thinking, too busy flirting and wiping crumbs off her lip with his thumb.

While he turned to ask Joe something about the wine, Amelie unlocked his phone and navigated straight to his settings. Giggling under her breath, she scrolled through her hidden album — the one marked with a little 🔐 emoji — and picked the one.

It was a tasteful one, or at least tasteful by her standards. She was naked, yes, but lying on her stomach on the bed, her legs bent at the knees and crossed in the air, head turned toward the camera with a mischievous grin. The sheet was barely covering her backside, sunlight pouring through the window, catching the warm glow of her skin and the mess of curls around her shoulders.

She looked like summer and sin.

A chef’s kiss of thirst trap art.

She set it as Lando’s lock screen with a devilish grin, locked the phone, and handed it back to him with the casual cool of someone who had absolutely not just committed digital war.

—Here you go, love,— she said, sweet as gelato, taking another sip of wine.

Lando blinked at her, suspicious.

—What’d you do?— he asked, narrowing his eyes.

—What makes you think I did anything?— Amelie batted her lashes.

—Because I know that face. That’s your “I’m about to ruin your life but look adorable while doing it” face.—

She only grinned wider.

But before he could press further, Elysia started telling some long-winded story about how Jack once got kicked out of a club in Ibiza for dancing too hard, and the attention shifted.

Lando forgot, for a minute. Or rather, he was too distracted by the way Amelie’s bare leg was pressed against his under the table, or how she kept leaning into him every time she laughed, like gravity had a personal agenda.

Until he picked up his phone.

He was trying to check the time — innocent, simple, unassuming.

And then boom.

There she was.

Naked.

On his fucking lock screen.

He choked.

Actually choked.

A splutter of air, a wheeze, and then the sound of him slamming the phone face-down on the table like it had personally attacked him.

—Jesus fucking Christ, Amelie,— he hissed under his breath, wide-eyed.

—Oops,— she said, sipping her wine with the most fake-innocent smile imaginable. —Must’ve been airdropped by accident.—

—You are such a menace.—

—You love me.—

—Not when my lock screen is your ass in front of your entire family, no.—

—Mmm, well maybe if you’re good, I’ll change it to something more appropriate later.—

He gave her a look. The kind that was equal parts exasperated, horny, and completely whipped.

Callum, seated across from them, glanced up suspiciously.

—You alright, Lando? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.—

—Nope!— Lando said, voice a pitch too high. —Just uh, got a... notification. Work stuff.—

Amelie stifled a laugh, covering her mouth as she reached for another breadstick.

He leaned in, whispering through gritted teeth.

—You’re a little shit. You know that? I’m gonna get you back for this.—

—Promises, promises,— she whispered back, brushing her lips over the corner of his jaw, slow and teasing.

He groaned.

—Fuckin’ hell.—

Meanwhile, Jack was busy flicking olives at Joe, and Elysia had somehow managed to convince Callum to order a limoncello round, so the chaos remained blissfully undisturbed.

The drinks kept flowing, and the sun began its slow descent over the lake, casting golden light across the table. At some point, Amelie ended up fully in Lando’s lap, her wine glass in one hand and her other arm slung around his neck like it was the most natural place in the world.

—You know— she said, slurring slightly, eyes sleepy with affection —I like this. Like, all of it. You, me, this lake, this pasta... your stupid hair.—

He laughed, curling his arms tighter around her waist.

—My hair’s great. You’ve said so yourself. In fact, didn’t you say it was “hot enough to ruin lives”?—

—That was one time, and I was drunk.—

—You’re drunk now.—

—Shhh,— she whispered, nuzzling his cheek. —You ruin lives. It’s the combo. Hair plus accent. Plus you being... you.—

—God, I love you when you’re like this,— he murmured against her skin. —All soft and clingy and wine-soaked.—

—You love me all the time.—

—True.—

He kissed her temple, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. She turned her face to meet him halfway, lips brushing his in a kiss that was more smile than anything else. Warm and a little messy. Familiar.

—You’re disgusting,— Callum muttered, taking a bite of his tiramisu. —Do that after lunch.—

—Let them be— Elysia giggled, clearly tipsy now too —It’s nice seeing her this happy.—

Amelie leaned her head on Lando’s shoulder, her curls brushing his cheek. The sun dipped lower, the light turning golden-pink, and somewhere in the distance, music floated in from a passing boat.

She sighed contentedly.

—Lan?—

—Yeah, sunshine?—

—Promise me we’ll always do stupid shit like this. Just... sneak away and drink wine and be in love and annoy the shit out of everyone we know.—

He kissed the top of her head.

—Deal. As long as you promise not to traumatize me with naked pictures in front of your entire bloodline ever again.—

—No promises,— she whispered, already giggling again.

And Lando, completely and hopelessly in love, just held her tighter and let it go.

Because honestly?

She was worth every ounce of the chaos.

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ln4updates: Lando was spotted enjoying a boat ride around Lake Como today with Amelie and her family 🛥️☀️

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lanmelieslay: not Lando on the boat like he's already the son-in-law 😭 → formulaloverxoxo: @lanmelieslay he probs calls her mom "mami" already I’m screaming

wheelyfastwitch: he passed the vibes check with the fam fr → mclarenmutual: @wheelyfastwitch confirmation they adopted him

daymangf: this man living a romcom life in Lake Como like okay go off

f1fangirlz: i’d literally cry if a man took me on a boat with my family → softlaunchdetective: @f1fangirlz girl that’s wife behavior

charlescarlover: y’all romanticize anything they do, he’s just in italy

mclarenmami: this is Lando’s Roman Holiday and I’m here for it

lanmeliehater420: bet they called the paparazzi themselves 💀

lanmelie4life: this is soooo couplecore i can’t breathe → tiresandtenderness: @lanmelie4life she’s in her lake como era and i’m just in my broke era

maximumbaguette: imagine third-wheeling them rn. the PDA must be INTENSE

sunsetsonsoftlaunches: i hope ppl give them a lil privacy tho 🥲 → kindkartingkid: @sunsetsonsoflaunches fr they’re not zoo animals, let them vibe in peace

f1gogogo: they’re like "just a normal couple" except one’s an f1 driver and the other’s a global pop star lol

speedyspaghetti: why does he look like he’s about to propose in every pic?? → loveontrack: @speedyspaghetti if he doesn’t by summer i’m starting a petition

mclarenmaddie: okay but let them BREATHE for once

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The sun was warm against Amelie's skin as she leaned her head against Lando’s shoulder, the soft hum of the boat engine mixing with her light laughter and the gentle ripple of Lake Como’s glittering waters. The wine from lunch still buzzed in her veins, making everything feel slow and silly and golden. They were a little tipsy—well, she was more than a little—and Lando hadn’t let go of her since they stepped on the boat.

She had a ridiculous straw hat on, one she had snatched from Elysia’s bag on the way out, far too big for her face but so undeniably her. And Lando? He was obsessed. Couldn’t stop looking at her like she was some dream he was still shocked had come true.

—You’re literally the most annoying person I’ve ever met,— she murmured, her words slurred with fondness, as he snapped yet another photo of her, his phone practically glued to his hand.

—Don’t care,— he grinned, angling the phone again. —You’re gonna thank me when you’re old and wrinkly and wish you looked this fit.—

—Fit? That’s what you’re going with?—

—Well, sexy sounds inappropriate when you’re wearing that,— he gestured at the floppy hat with a smug little smirk. —But for the record, yes. Very sexy. Stupid levels of sexy.—

Amelie groaned dramatically, hiding her face in his chest. He laughed, soft and low, the sound vibrating against her cheek. She could feel his fingers on the bare skin of her back, just under the hem of her linen top, tracing idle shapes with the care of someone who had the whole world in their arms and didn’t want to mess it up.

—You good, mi amor?— he asked after a quiet moment, kissing her temple. —You’re not dizzy or anything?—

She shook her head, eyes fluttering shut. —Just a little sun-drunk. And wine-drunk. And Lando-drunk.—

He chuckled. —That’s not even clever.—

—Shut up, Lan, I’m poetic when I want to be.—

—You’re poetic when you’re drunk.—

—Facts.—

Lando adjusted the position of the wide beach towel they were lounging on, pulling her further into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her legs stretched across the bench seat, her bare toes brushing the boat’s edge. Every so often, he’d glance down to make sure she was drinking enough water, occasionally nudging the bottle to her lips himself.

—You’re staring again, Norris,— she said, peeking one eye open.

He didn’t deny it. Just smirked. —I like looking at you. I’m allowed. Boyfriend privileges.—

—Ew. Who let you be my boyfriend?—

—You did, dumbass. After making me wait literal years.—

She laughed, rolling her eyes but clearly melting into his hold. —You were such a little fanboy. I should’ve known.—

—You had no idea,— he said, tightening his arms around her. —I was obsessed. You ruined my standards for all other girls.—

—Good,— she smiled smugly, poking his chest. —You’re stuck with me now.

—Thank fuck.—

He kissed her then, slow and lazy, like they had all the time in the world. Her fingers curled around his jaw as she leaned into it, lips parted, sigh escaping against his mouth. The kiss turned a little giggly halfway through, because she tasted like wine and strawberries and sunscreen, and he tasted like her favorite kind of trouble.

—Mmm, you taste like summer,— she whispered.

—You taste like chaos,— he countered, brushing her hair off her cheek. —But like... good chaos. Like a hurricane I want to drown in.—

—That was dramatic, even for you.—

—You love it.—

—I really do.—

They sat there in the silence of their own little bubble, the soft slap of water against the boat, distant laughter from the shore, and the occasional bird call the only interruptions. Lando kept taking photos—her profile in the sun, the way her fingers dangled lazily over the edge, her half-lidded eyes as she sipped water. He’d pretend he wasn’t doing anything and then smile proudly when she caught him.

—Are you gonna make a secret album or something?— she teased.

—Already did. You’re the only thing in it.—

Her breath caught just a little. —Lan...—

He shrugged, but his ears went pink. —Just... I dunno. I like remembering things. Especially you. When you’re like this. Happy. Calm. Not worrying about the world.—

She reached up, cupping his face. Her thumb brushed just beneath his eye, and her voice dropped to a whisper. —You make me feel safe. That’s why I’m like this.—

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Instead, he pulled her close again, his hand slipping beneath her shirt to feel her heartbeat against his palm. He wasn’t even trying to be sneaky about it—just needing the reassurance that she was okay. That she was really there.

—You’ve been eating well?— he asked quietly, careful not to sound pushy.

She nodded, nuzzling into his neck. —Callum made me a plate earlier. You saw. I ate most of it.—

—I know. Just checking.—

She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. —I promise. I’m doing better.—

He nodded, brushing a kiss to her nose. —I just worry. You know that.—

—You don’t have to all the time.—

—Can’t help it. You’re my girl.—

She melted. Again. Every time he said that—my girl—it did something to her chest she couldn’t explain. Like something old and cracked was being carefully glued back together.

—I love you,— she said softly.

His eyes widened just a bit—like every time she said it, it hit him fresh.

—I love you more, Ames.—

—Not possible.—

—Very possible. You’re literally ridiculous.—

—And yet, you’re obsessed.—

—Hopelessly.—

She giggled again and pulled him down for another kiss, tasting laughter and sun and safety. They stayed wrapped in each other like that for a long time, the boat slowly coasting along the edge of the lake. No rush. No noise. Just them. Lando didn’t stop touching her—not in a possessive way, just like he needed constant confirmation that she was real. He’d tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, adjust the hem of her shirt so her skin wouldn’t burn, kiss her forehead when she looked too quiet for too long.

And she let him.

Because being loved like this—so thoroughly, so openly, so stupidly—was something she never thought she’d get. Not like this. Not with someone who knew her shadow sides and still chose her every single day.

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ameliedayman: olive oil

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jackdayman: not you catching me mid-haunting 😭 → ameliedayman: @jackdayman you said “boo” and he didn’t even flinch 💀

lanmelieuniverse: THEY'RE LITERALLY THE ROMCOM → slowburnsoftie: @lanmelieuniverse like ugh give me this energy now

lando: delete slide 15 i look deceased → ameliedayman: @lando ur cutest when unconscious 💋 → lando: @ameliedayman what about when i’m driving us through tuscan hills?? → ameliedayman: @lando ok yeah u win 🚗💨❤️

maxfewtrell: you let him operate a motorbike??? → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell i had 3 olives and no fear

oliveyouamelie: this caption is so unserious i love her → daymangirlie: @oliveyouamelie i love that she just lives her little whimsical life

gigihadid: you’re living inside a 90s italian movie and i’m obsessed → ameliedayman: @gigihadid ok but WHERE is my gigi cameo 😤

latteandlando: how is she cute and funny and in love like ??? → peachyf1energy: @latteandlando god gives his prettiest girls everything i fear

ameliestan444: the way haters stay mad and she stays posting her bf like it’s a full-time job 💅 → gridteaqueen: @gridteaqueen as she should 😌 get ur lil gelato and ignore the noise

girliesforgossip: ik people say “relationship goals” but THIS. this is it.

florencepugh: the olive oil of it all… poetic. → ameliedayman: @florencepugh i write my captions like it’s 2013 tumblr, thank u

charles_leclerc: you let him drive?? brave → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc i said “live fast” and closed my eyes 🫠 → lando: @charles_leclerc don’t act like you’re not the most chaotic driver i know

[lotus-n-l0ve]

dear Lotus! i saw your request open, so can i have alphabetical smut with Gun? thank you and have a good day ♡︎

GUN PARK A-Z SMUT HEADCANONS

— Gun Park x Female Reader

Like A User, Baby, I'm Addicted To It.

*⁠.✧ SYNOPSIS : A-Z alphabetical smut headcanons of Gun.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Smut, kinks, explicit acts, vulgar language, 1.3k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Why do I have so many requests for Gun 😭. That man has this whole fandom on chokehold, doesn't he? You have a good day too 💕

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // LOOKISM MASTERLIST

DON'T PRESS [KEEP READING] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.

A = Aftercare [What they’re like after sex]

Aftercare? What's that? Before meeting you he used to fuck and disappear. Only after you two became serious is when he found out about aftercare when you used to take care of him after sex. Over time it was him who did the aftercare for you. After all, he was the man in the relationship .

After sex he would clean you up, dress you in one of his comfortable hoodies and cuddle you to sleep. He secretly didn't want you to think that he is with you just for sex.

B = Body Part [Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s]

Jake's favourite of his dick. No question asked.

He doesn't really have any particular favourite body part of you. But if he were to choose then it would be your titts. He likes to fondle with them like soft balls.

C = Cum [Anything to do with cum basically…]

Gun scoups up cum leaking down your clit before fucking it back in you. He would do that again and again till you are so full of his stuff that you can't even function.

D = Dirty Secret [Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs]

Gun steals your panties. He always keeps one with himself. When you are not there he would wrap it around his cock pump it till the panty is all covered in his cum.

E = Experience [How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?]

Gun has plenty of experience. He's had random hookups here and there. Even had frequented brothels (dragged by Goo).

F = Favourite Position [This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual]

He would have you lying flat on the bed, pillows stuffed under your lower back so that he hit every corner with his dick. He hits your weak spot with each thrust. His hips rutting against your thighs. His hands holding your waist so that you don't slip off.

G = Goofy [Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc]

This monster of a man can be goofy but you would rather have him serious because when he is goofy, he is no less than Satan himself. His face scares the daylight out of you. Though you get used to it over time.

H = Hair [How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.]

He is bushy down there. He doesn't like shaving as such. Though he does have it trimmed time to time.

I = Intimacy [How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…]

If you are a quick fuck then expect a lot of degradation. A lot. By the time you are done you would be questioning your dignity as to why you thought it would be a good idea to hook up with him.

If you two are serious then that man is simply whipped for you. He doesn't show it but he is. When you are being intimate he would praise you throughout the time. He still does have a degradation kink but he would still control himself to not hurt you.

J = Jack Off [Masturbation headcanon]

He prefers the real thing. Which is you. But in case he can't have you, he will have to use his imagination and think of his hand to be your mouth. Later when he does get his hands on you, you will have problems walking the next day.

K = Kink [One or more of their kinks]

Man has lots of kink. Some of them being degradation, voyeurism, little bit bondage, power play, primal sex. He likes to hit it raw.

L = Location [Favourite places to do the do]

He has no shame so he can get on with it anywhere. 89% of the lookism verse has seen him jerking off or being intimate at some point of their life.

M = Motivation [What turns them on, gets them going]

Turning him on is a job that no one can accomplish. Other than that cunning smile and sparkling eyes of yours. The way you make sure to swing your hips sideways a little extra when you know he's watching you make a huge dent appear on his trousers.

N = NO [Something they wouldn't do, turn offs]

There is nothing on this earth that this man won't do. Nothing can turn him off. Well, other than Goo’s mouth I guess.

O = Oral [Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc]

He prefers receiving orals. Having you hide under the table, kneeling between his legs as you play with his dick. Licking, kissing with so much intensity has his toes curled inside those expensive boots of his.

P = Pace [Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.]

Gun is fast and rough. He fucks like he has limited time before he can't anymore. Most of the time your body will be covered in bruises, hickeys, bites and hand marks.

Once in a blue, he would make slow and sensual love to you. Not fuck but love. He would whisper sweet nothings in your ears as he penetrated into your needy pussy.

Q = Quickie [Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc.]

Gun doesn't like quickes. It just isn't his thing.

R = Risk [Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.]

Risk is his other name. He is up for anything. Shibari, exhibition kink, blood play, knife play, wax play. Man is ready to try anything with you.

S = Stamina [How many rounds can they for? How long do they last? Etc.]

He can go for hours, days without break. You sometimes worry about his enemies. He is this terrifying in bed then how horrifying he is to his enemies.

T = Toy [Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?]

He would use toys. He would have you cuff you to the bed, legs spread wide and he would sit between them, necked. He would then use the vibrator to get off in front of you while you are fighting for even the slightest touch.

U = Unfair [how much they like to tease]

He is half and half. He sometimes likes to tease you. So much that you at the end start crying how much you want him to rail you. When he is not teasing you that means he spent the whole day thinking about you and your pussy.

V = Volume [How loud they are, what sounds they make]

He is not too loud but he moans and he isn't ashamed of it. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. He would moan and grunt a lot along with praising you for taking him so well.

W = Wild Card [Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice]

Gun fantasizes about threesome or foursome. How you would look with all your whole stuffed at ones. When you are getting fucked from the front and the back at the same time. He wants to overstimulate you. But then the thought of another man touching you sends him in a possessive mode.

X = X-Ray [Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words]

Gun is long and thick (enough to stretch your pussy beyond her limit) and veiny. When he is deep in you, you could feel veins rubbing your walls. He would have his dick tattooed if he could.

Y = Yearning [How high is their sex drive?]

His sex drive is 'high'. He is not stopping till you beg him to stop. He will fill you up like a cum slut. By the end you would be trembling and begging him to stop.

Z = ZZZ [… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards]

He falls asleep pretty past. All day he works under Charles and deals with rowdy, mentally fucked up teenagers and then having sex with you, he wants a good sound sleep to gain his energy back.

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© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarise any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

[truelotus]

HIIII LOTUS!! apologies if im spamming again but those hcs for byakuya were so good!!! wb a oneshot? 🌝🌝

THANK YOUUUU !!! 💕

- 🪻

Don’t speak ᢉ𐭩 Byakuya Kuchiki x reader

𓂃۶ৎ warning: slight yandere, possessiveness, SFW, suggestiveness, modern AU

𓂃۶ৎ context: You and Byakuya start of as business partners, eventually your relationship with him blossoms but you notice that it seems to have darken into something more obsessive.

a/n: hey 🪻anon!! I’m so glad you liked them and don’t worry you’re not spamming me :P TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST!!

You starred at your window, looking at the quiet city, it seemed like everyone was asleep by now or stuck at work. You were one of those people stuck at work earlier, but finally you were able to go home. It was a long day so you took a long and warm shower to ease yourself up.

You were in a light pink silky nightgown, you were hoping you’d be able to enjoy the peace tonight and just be able to relax in bed and doom scroll on your phone. But soon enough, you realized you wouldn’t be able to do that when hearing your phone buzz, reading the messages you had just gotten.

“I’m coming over, open the door as soon as I knock.”

You let out a big sigh after you finished reading it, the message was from your boyfriend, Kuchiki Byakuya.

You’ve been dating Byakuya for quite some time now, at first; you guys were business partners. You two forged a relationship over time when putting your business with his. But you didn’t fall for him right away, of course you thought he was cute, he has such a chiseled face and unapproachable.. that was definitely your type. But you’re not one to just fall for a handsome guy just like that.

As for Byakuya, things were much different.. Byakuyas piercing gaze never left you the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Somehow, you found yourself drawn to him. His strange charisma pulled you in like gravity.

Being with Byakuya was something you really couldn’t complain about, he had money, a great business, he spoiled you rotten, he gave you everything you could possibly want or need. But there was one thing you could complain about..

It was how invested he was with your life, you’ve never had someone watching you so close in your life, he was watching your every move, watching those around you, listening to every word you say. It was almost too much for you.. But to Byakuya this normal was considered normal, I mean.. you’re his after all right? You belong to him.. so why would this be weird? he saw no wrong in his actions.

Then you thought about how he was from the start, you remember rejecting his advances. You thought very little of it when you did, he was just another business man with an intimidating personality. But when the gifts started to flood in, the carefully timed coincidences where you would run into him. He soon realized.. this man didn’t have a crush on you, he was obsessed with you.

You tried to distance yourself, but it almost like you couldn’t.. no.. Byakuya just wouldn’t allow it. He’d show up to your office with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, insisting that you join him for lunch later or he’d take you home in his luxurious car.

It became impossible to say no, not because you didn’t want to or felt bad. It was because of how his demeanor changed, changing into a a cold one when you would try to decline his offer.

When you eventually fell for him and got into a relationship with him, you noticed his subtle method of controlling you. If you didn’t respond to his message right away, he’d call you, asking if you were okay or with someone. If you ended up not answering his call, he’d show up to your door, inspecting you and your home.

Just then, you phone buzzed again.

“I’m outside, Come and open the door please.” Well at least he wasn’t pushy with you, he was really only pushy when necessary.

You hurried to the door, not wanting to keep him waiting for so long.

Opening it, you were met with Byakuyas familiar expression—a unreadable one. His eyes were entirely fixated on you, calculating and observing you.

“You look lovely in that gown I bought you.” He said as he stepped into your home, inviting himself in. You almost forgot that he had boughten this for you as a gift, you loved the material and the color so of course you accepted it.

“Thank you..” You shyly answered as you shut the door quietly behind you, unfazed that he invited himself in.

“You really didn’t have to come all the way here, you must be tired.” You were trying to hide the anxious feeling that settled into your chest.

Byakuya turned to you, revealing only his side profile, his gaze sharpening ever so slightly. “You belong to me, I will always make time to be with you.”

You winced at the possessiveness in his words, but said nothing. You didn’t want to fight back, you knew that you’d be going nowhere if you decided to stand up to him, he erased the boundaries you had so causally.

As he turned forward, walking to your couch. You could smell the expensive cologne he was wearing, the fresh woody fragrance going up your nose.

When he finally sat down on the couch, you slowly walked up to the empty spot next to him. His arm wrapping around your shoulder, pulling your body closer to him.

“You were out late tonight,” His voice was calm, but yet you could hear the faint passive aggressiveness in his voice. “Were you with someone?”

You froze, even though you really weren’t out doing anything you shouldn’t be doing you still froze, perhaps it was because he might not believe you. “I was only out working Byakuya.” you said quickly, trying to keep your voice steady.

For a brief moment, Byakuyas mask slipped. His eyes narrowing, causing a shiver to go down your spine. “You should not lie to me,” you quickly turned your face to him, about to defend yourself until he spoke first, “There’s a faint smell of another man on you.”

You could feel your stomach drop to your toes, you hadn’t been with anyone but Byakuya had a way of making you doubt yourself—for no reason.

“I really wasn’t!” You yelled out softly , making sure you wouldn’t disturb your neighbors around you. You could then feel his soft hand, lifting your chin up to him. “You know I dislike being lied to.”

“I’m not lying..” you replied, your voice cracking. There was a silence in the room now, making you feel uncomfortable. He looked deep into your eyes with his dangerous grey-toned eyes.

He let go of your chin, grabbing your wrist. Making you unable to run away—if you even wanted to— his grip on your wrist wasn’t harsh, he was always gentle with you and you were always grateful for that. He pulled you towards him, chest to chest.

You didn’t resist, after all.. what would be the point of it?

To Byakuya, love was a possession.. and he loved you, making you his and only his. He would not share you with anyone, even if you were the one who desired it.

“Byakuya..” You mumbled out, unsure on what to say or do. You could see as he slowly leaned forward, closing the gap between you two. His lips were soft, gentle with yours.. he used his free hand to hold the back of your head, deepening the kiss. Then, you could feel his hand moving further away from the back of your head and onto your back.

He bit down on your lower lip before pulling away, “Don’t forget Y/N, you’re all mine.. I will protect you from anyone who dares come too close to you.. to us.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “I know that Byakuya.”

His eyes finally softened up ever so slightly, his lips curving into a small smile. He leaned in once again, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Good. Now then, let’s make sure there are no distractions around us.”

He got up, leaving you on the couch as he closed the curtains to your living room windows. His presence was suffocating yet oddly comforting, you had no choice but to submit to his will.

Byakuya Kuchiki will never let you go, not even for a moment. And somewhere deep inside of you, you knew that you had no escape.

[skipblebee]

For your doodle requests: White Lotus Binghe making food for the very first time? 💕

HIII so for this request I assumed u meant first time making food while at the peak for some reason and after drawing I realised I didn't know if u meant that or first time making food EVER so here's a little doodle of that too

A protagonist who's great at everything has got to start somewhere too!!

[milkyboiiiii]

Heeeyyy, I just spied your NSFW alphabet for Kaku, and I’m dying for more attention for my fav, best boi 😭 could I request B, F, V and W for Kaku too please? 💕💕💕

NSFW Alphabet : Kakucho!

B, F, V, W

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's worked really hard to get his body the way it is, he love's his muscles in his arms and his abs because of that. He's so proud of the job he's done to look that buff and strong.

Boobs. He loves you boobs. Soft, squishy, what's not to like about them? He loves to just hold them in his hands.

"World harsh and cold, titty soft and warm"

- Kakucho (probably)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lotus or Mating press, just loves having you close to him and holding you in his arms.

Mating press also allows him to go hard and deep like no other position.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's really quite for the most part when it comes to moaning, he only ever gets louder and more vocal when he's close to his release and then he's letting out some of the hottest grunts and groans.

He's all about dirty talk! Loves it so much, he degrades and praises. Calling you his "good little slut" or "Such a good whore taking my cock so well"

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has put on one of your bras trying to see if he's the sane cup size as you or bigger. I mean have you seen his titties (they're pecs but same dif) they're huge and he's even noticed that, so of course he got curious

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi! Based on the 1.6 update where Ras' new position is meditating on a rock above the water at the Luau; (i'm not sure if it's actually vanilla or a mod but i could've swore i saw him sittting on one 😭) Can I request Magnus getting pushed off the rock by his farmer spouse, who only had playful intent and couldn't resist the urge?

Oh, this is definitely vanilla SDV, since I just reached the Luau in Year 2 a week ago and was surprised that everyone had new dialogs and positions. And then Rasmodius is on a cliff and I can't go up and talk to him... Wizard, come down from the cliff, I need your unique dialogue! >:V

Well, since I we can't read his unique dialogue (without cheats), so we'll take revenge on him in this particular headcanon, hehehe... >:D Thanks for the ask, dear anon! And have a good day 💕

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Magnus had visited Luau so many times, but this summer festival in Stardew Valley was noisy every year. Wasn't the sound of the sea breeze enough for the valley's inhabitants, and they had to put up these huge loudspeakers with loud music coming out of them? Which the old wizard hardly called music - tasteless and vulgar, if you ask him. At least the presence of his beloved spouse and the delicious food somehow brightened the day.

As usual, Magnus stood on the dock, away from all the commotion, and looked out over the Gem Sea, enjoying the sea air and the beautiful seascape while Farmer chatted with Leah and Elliott. This year, however, he didn't notice any merpeople nearby (apparently the horrible electronic music had scared them away), and Magnus' purple eyes stopped on a rock standing not far from the dock. "The Lonely Stone," as the locals called it. Hmm... So many years had passed, and the wizard had never paid attention to this small rock. And since nothing interesting was going to happen on the Luau this year, why not get a better look at the rock?

In Magnus's case, "better look" turned out to be teleporting right to the top of the rock. The people of Pelican Town were too far away and busy with their party to pay attention to Magnus anyway. And Willy, who was standing not far away... Well, the sea wolf's seen a lot more than that in his life.

The stony surface was not slippery, and even comfortable for the wizard to sit down and cross his legs, taking the lotus pose. It was a perfect place for meditation, with the view setting the mood for philosophical reflection and the sound of the waves drowning out the music and conversations of the people in the distance. Magnus closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the melody of the ocean....

He didn't realize at once that he was in the salty sea water from head to toe. The world turned upside down, his back felt the wet hard sand, and he couldn't take a breath. But fortunately the bewilderment lasted a moment, and Rasmodius jumped up sharply out of the water, feeling his soaked hat become heavy with seaweed and water. As he came to his senses, laughter erupted from the dock. "Sorry, dear, I only meant to scare you with a little pop, not knock you off the rock." Farmer had a small blob of magic in their hands: that was apparently meant to "scare" Magnus.

Realizing the situation and that his spouse was the cause of his completely drenched robe and not so good mood, Magnus directed a sizzling glare at Farmer, which did not bode well for them. But instead of the expected indignation and well-deserved rude words to Farmer, Magnus only smiled. And that smile frightened the Farmer more than shouting. Before they could do anything about it, after snapping Magnus's fingers, they found themselves in the sea water as well. Now it was Magnus' turn to laugh heartily at his spouse, whose head had more seaweed than the wizard's (a free "wig").

Farmer from indignation began to splash water in the Magnus' direction and throw seaweed at him. The wizard, already with a more playful mood, began to do the same. This went on for a few minutes or so, until Willy called out to them. "Aye, the soup's ready," ignoring everything that had just happened, the sailor walked toward the huge cauldron.

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Augustus Leonardo

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[headmates-for-you]

Hewwu can I request a lotus flower themed alter?! -🍄

Name(s): Lotus, Fera, Tae, Aura, Lilia

Age(s): 23

Pronouns: she/her, shx/hxr, fleur/fleurs, girl/girls, lotus/loti/lotuself, flower/flowers, pink/pinks

Gender(s): female, lotusgender, sapphgirl, sea turtle femme, lumiauric

Orientation(s): asexual lesbian

TransID(s): pinkamian, wateramian, transpetalhair, transamphibian

Source(s): brainmade, lotus inspired

Paras: dendrophilia, mycophilia

Emoji signoff: 🪷💕

Positive trigger(s): ponds, meditation

[larz-barz]

Fanfic for fanfic'

You make a fanfic (any ship but maki and milo must be in the story)

Ill make a fanfic (maki and milo and Muichiro)

How does that sound?

(already working on it lol)

oooo ok! sounds fun!

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Love potion (sort of happy ending)

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Milo sat under a tree, crying.

She didn’t notice the demon king stalking her as his prey.

He injected a large dose of his blood into her, expecting it to kill her instantly.

However, what happened instead was more shocking.

Milo’s hair faded from black into a light purple, her left eye became magenta with a black sclera, and the kanji for upper moon 5 appeared in her eyes, on top of her white, heart shaped pupils.

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The next day, Milo woke up that night being summoned to the infinity castle.

She hesitantly went through the portal only to be met by the other upper moons.

~after the meeting (it was just Muzan saying they have a new upper moon, upper moon 4 will be Maki now btw hehe)~

“So you’re a demon now too?” Maki asked Milo curiously and the neko demon nodded.

“Yeah.. me and Tanji got into a fight and I ran away. This is what I get for that I guess.” Milo explained, her voice held a mixture of various emotions.

Maki put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It’ll be ok Milo.” She attempted to comfort her and Milo smiled softly.

“Thank you Maki.” She thanked the fellow upper moon and noticed that the 2nd and 3rd moons had stuck around.

The 2 males were clearly arguing about something, well, Akaza was arguing. Douma was happily disagreeing with upper 3 just to annoy him.

“Well, bye Milo. Hopefully we’ll be seeing each other around.” She said with a smile and Milo nodded.

“Bye, see you later Maki.” She waved bye to the 4th upper moon as she walked off, being teleported out by Nakime.

The neko demon shyly approaches the 2nd and 3rd upper moons. She smiled softly before speaking. “H-hi… I’m sorry to bother the 2 of you but-“ She starts then gets cut off by Akaza, her ears then going flat.

“Welcome to the ranks, Milo san.” Upper 3 said then walked off.

“What a wonderful surprise Suzuki chan~!” He exclaimed, swaying slightly in his crisscrossed position on the cold, hard floor of the infinity castle.

She sat down in front of him and her cat ears stood upright once again, signaling she felt comfortable around the 2nd upper moon.

“I’ve only been a demon for a day and I’m already an upper moon. I think I became one upon creation honestly.. it’s pretty scary, y’know.?” She sighed when she said the last part and Douma gave a friendly smile.

“Don’t worry little lotus! We’ll take good care of you!” He exclaimed and the young demon smiled softly.

“I think I’ll like it here..” She mused, a smile on her face.

~the end~

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long! I’m gonna go start your sick maki request now!😭💕

i kinda wanna draw demon milo and douma with a bunch of lotuses ngl @thelordoflotuses

[forevervirginia]

By request… my BJD Lotus in nutmeg resin with brown eyes and black straight hair. 👉 SWIPE to compare with the same doll in blue eyes and dark brown wig. COMMENT which you like best! 💕 #ForeverVirginiaLotus http://dlvr.it/T78Zt9

[lotus-n-l0ve]

Random but like imagine you having a sweet dream of your favorite food so you took a bite, and in reality you actually bit your s/o 😭 may I request headcanons with Samuel, Gun, and Jake?

I know it's been sooo looooong. I'm so sorry for that but I just couldn't think of anything. Here is the fic. Hope you like it 💕

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

— Samuel, Gun, Jake x Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : When you bite them in your sleep thinking they are food.

☯ WARNINGS : cursing, Samuel is a babygirl, reader got slapped, Gun's part is short as fuck, pet names, Jake is the epitome of green flag.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys, this one was in my ask for so long but I could not think anything. If you like the fics please leave a like comment and reblong. Follow me for more like this.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎

If you bite his cheeks, even in sleep, get ready for punishment because he is a babygirl and we all know that. Samuel takes special care of his beauty. He spends millions on his skin care and even if it's you, he ain't letting anyone fuck with his skin.

So, that's what happened. One moment you were dreaming about your favourite food and the next moment you are thrown out of the bed with a stinging cheek.

You stare at Samuel, who was breathing heavily while caressing his right cheek, feeling confused as fuck. Then it hit you, your burning cheet like someone had hit you.

"Sammy, What the hell!" You exclaimed loudly as you stared at your boyfriend with betrayal written all over your face, "Why did you slap me?"

"Why did you bite me?" He snapped back, rubbing his skin.

"I was dreaming about my favourite food. How would I know it's your crusty, dusty cheeks."

Samuel gasped, dramatically long, before glaring at you, "You take that back —"

Thus began a bekering that lasted till morning. Samuel and you went to your respective work sleep deprived.

𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

Gun stirred from sleep when he felt something nibbling his cheeks. He blinked his eyes open and adjusted to the darkness, he saw you, who was wrapped in his arm, nibbling his cheek.

He frowned in confusion. What the fuck! He was sure he fed you more than enough and you didn't have any flesh eating kink, did you?

Gun slapped your face slightly, "Oi dumbass, The fuck are you doing?"

Instead of waking up you mumbled some nonchalant nonsense and went back to sleep. Gun decided that it was not worth giving up his precious sleep so, he too went back to sleep. He would deal with you in the morning.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌

It was middle of the night when Jake's slumber broke when he felt a sharp pain in his fingers. His eyes snapped open, looking for danger. He sighed in relief when he saw everything was clear. Then what was the reason, he woke up?

Just then another shart pain came. Jake followed the source and saw you biting his fingers.

Jake shook your shoulder gently, "Bub? Wake up, baby."

You moaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake up but Jake was persistent and you had to wake up at last.

"Jake? What happened?" You mumbled in your sleep as you turned to lie on your back.

"Did you have your dinner tonight, bub?"

Jake gave you a pointing look when you stayed silent. You definitely skipped dinner. When he came back home you were already dead asleep so he assumed that you already had dinner.

"What is this baby? I told you that you should always have your meals at right time."

Your heart sank at the disappointing look on his face.

You quickly sat up on the bed, "Jake, I'm so sorry. I just wasn't hungry at that time."

"Well, are you hungry now?"

You nodded your head sheepishly. Jake chuckled at you and picked you up in his arms. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist to support yourself.

He asked, walking to the kitchen, "Then let's go and get my baby fed. You want some ramen? Or tteokbokki?"

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

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[truelotus]

lotus this isn’t a request but mad respect for you— love your writing and hope everything is well!! please take your time w everything much love 💕

Omg thank you so much, it means so much to me whenever I get something like this in my inbox 😢🩷Thank you for enjoying my work!, take care of yourself!

[pianocat939]

may i request a blurb??

yan turts with a reader who like loves to get pampered a loved on but is too scared to ask for it bcuz they don't wanna upset or bother the teetles?? maybe some past trauma the reader has that makes them think seeking out affection makes them an 'attention whore' or 'needy/annoying' (totally not projecting here lol)

fanks💕

I think most of us here project when writing requests lmao

Tw: brief mentions of trauma and manipulation

Royally Doomed Potatoes:

When he notices he's going to give you all the affection and care you want. Not only does he like this about you, but he understands this to some extent. Since he was always taking care of the younger siblings, he never was the dependent one.

Lotus of Burning Men:

Might give very slight manipulation to persuade you to give in to your wishes. If trauma is holding you back, then he needs to fight against it somehow. Once you allow yourself to indulge, he's going to pamper you to the maximum level.

Dock of the Ostriches:

He tries to slowly ease you into the affection. He'll give small little inventions before ramping up to bigger ones as time goes on. This goes for the same with his protectiveness (his way of babying you basically).

Marinated Arm:

Literally bombards you with affection I might even say you'll explode. He loves giving "offerings" and snuggles so prepare to be tortured in a fluffy way. And actually, he's indulging himself if you want to be given affection as he wants to do so as well.

(Indulgent thoughts...we love them)

[hanafubukki]

for the top 5 asks, i request your top 5 favourite flowers!! 😊💐✨‼️

Hello Lian 🌷🌺💞

Thank you for sending the ask in ☺️💕 I always have a hard time choosing my top five flowers, but I think these are the ones. 💗💗👏👏

Red Carnation - love and affection

Lotus Flower - prosperity and eternity

Lily of the Valley - sincerity, luck, and happiness

Bellflowers - gratitude and everlasting love

White Rose - loyalty and eternal love

[hashileio]

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