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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Gojo Satoru

TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere, bullying

fem reader

His hand held both of yours in a cross above your head. It's not even all that tight, only three and two fingers are curled around each wrist – but still, it’s impossible for you to pull them free no matter how hard you wish you could.

He enjoyed the sight of you trying. Looming above you with blue eyes, nocturnal in the dark.

With one of your thighs hooked over his hip, the other is pinned beneath his knee – keeping them both spread and open to accept what he planned on doing in between them.

He’d pushed the black pleats of your school skirt up over your tummy but left your underwear on. Grinning at the cute bunny-rabbit print on them while fingering the pink-lace trim slowly.

You were such a geek – it was impossible for him not to laugh while pointing the blunt tip against the outline of your puffy pussylips – sliding the buzzing lipstick-shaped vibe through the cute dip, watching your writhe at the feeling.

“Think I can make you cum through your panties? Huh?” He snickered, his voice in a lilting whisper. “I think I can~”

Blue eyes vivid, keenly staring down at your pouty little face twist with embarrassment and frustration – a little too proud to say anything. But then he angled the edge flatter against that special place he knew your clit to hide and finally coaxed a real reaction.

Brows cinching – hips wiggling. But he made sure you couldn’t escape it, kneading his knee into the soft plush of your inner thigh until you cried out. “Toru-”

“Oh?” He immediately bends down – white bangs falling forward in wisps, ghosting your face softly with his breath tickling your lips. “Callin' my name already?” He teases. “I’ll give you a kiss if you ask nicely.”

Your face soured then, eyes slimming with brows furrowed – but you took the opportunity and spat – hitting him right in the smug twinkle of his right blue eye.

He recoiled and dropped the wand pressing on your bud, and you sighed in relief, finally able to stop tensing beneath the pressure.

But it's a short-lived victory as the hand instead flew up to grab your cheeks.

He didn’t even bother wiping his face, grinning through it – something mad in the blitz of his eyes as he leaned all the way down until resting his forehead on yours – with lips ghosting yours, brushing them for every heated word. Speaking oddly calmly – contained, holding back something that made a chill run down your spine. “Okay then… since you’re begging for it~”

You whine when he mushes his mouth onto yours. Feeling his teeth gnaw your lip into sucking on it, releasing with a groan only to push his tongue inside you. Laughing while listening to you whine around his it – holding you in place when you tried twisting your head away, digging his fingers into the plush of your cheeks – keeping you receiving.

He relieved your thigh from being trapped under his knee, hooking it above his hip like with the other – then rocked forward, pushing his clothed bulge against your heated cunt, teasing it with the zipper – grinning when it elicited a moan from you, feeling your plush chest rise against his where you arched off the bed.

“See? Can’t fool me, buttercup~” He slurs while keeping his lips on yours.

“F-fuck off, Satoru-” You whimper back, trying to angle your hips in any way that takes you away from the bump seeking comfort against you – but the friction makes your lip warble.

“Mh- makes me so fuckin’ hard when you talk like that-” He groans in return, only humping against you harder – slipping his hand down from your face to your neck. He's rougher now, tighter with his grip, both there and around your wrists – making you wince.

“Toru- please, that hurts-”

“You’re the one makin’ this difficult, sweets-" He simpers, swiping his tongue up your cheek – his voice frazzled. "I wouldn’t haf’ta play so rough with you, but with the way you’ve been actin’ lately- tch-” He clicked his tongue as though admonishing you. “Flirting with dipshits left and right when you know you belong to me.”

His fists tensed even more, and you made a squeak – a small plea choked to death on your lips, parted and desperate for air.

“High time I taught you a real lesson.”

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astralnymphh · 5 months

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okay hear me out right… horndog!farmellie thats so incredibly horny that she cums untouched in her boxers from you kissing her neck and sucking on her nipples 🤫

ughhh the usual horndog!ellie !! always so sensitive when the tables turn n she gets pleasured ౨ৎ MDNI !! very lovey dovey

setting the scene, night time, both of you reclined supine into the cushy nature of your bed, crafting a little gully in the mattress with your combined weight. a thin sheet wisped over the curvature of your bodies, rippling the material perfectly across your thighs– neglecting the toss so it leaves your loins and torso exposed to tottering candlelight, every groove highlighted and cast in umbrage, she looked of a delectable nature, lying flat to your raised–elbow poise. your index, soft as a plume, rides the fleshy rise of her bare breast and merry–go–rounds her bumpy nipple. she seizes up a breath, indenting the skin between her ribs lightly, mouthing, "fuck.." at the sensations. on the contrary, she'd be the one rousing every bit of your body to her relentless touch– but not tonight. in these little hours, these little, loveable hours, her flesh and bone would rather lie rot to your touch, an all–consuming caress. beryl eyes move to and fro, shimmy side to side, trailing after your encircling fingertips. then, her pupils dart, and find sightly purchase on your lips. how they curve, and flush a streak of pigment when you bite down with those pretty teeth of yours. a shared idea seems to floodlight the dark cavern of both your heads because as soon as a gasp flows down her gullet, it catches. hitched, like a mouse in a trap. your mouth hollows over her perked nipple, suctioning the flimsy nub between squeezing lips. every interval, you suck, wrinkle your lips to a pucker, and pop with a wet smack. it tasted of nothing but skin, and that wasn't an issue. the natural tang of skin was enough for you, and a lot for her. a coil begins to slink tighter and tighter, tickling the lubricous, aroused walls of her vagina. the irk a throbbing clit brings, comprised decuple the volume of sting it ordinarily would. for that sting, she clenches, like a string had attempted to flip her cunt inside out, drawing wads of frothy clear precum to dribble cold along her perineum, and far between the vale of her ass. the chopped whinnies of els' pitching suffrage all but clogged your skull, egging you on as those little noises stain your susceptible impulses, especially, certain words of,

"fuckkk you, god–",

"don't be gentle, fuck, please..",

"you' trynna make me ruin m'boxers? mhh–",

to be gentle with her was an anathema. she harbored a love–hate relationship with tender touches. the time it takes to tilt your partner over a climax cliff with teasey–tricks, renders it slow and painful, painfully gratifying. a cold thumb tamps her opposing nipple down, flopping the bundle of skin on all sides. that move? oh, that move was a curse, in fact. the time given, she tilts that blurred line between a rising climax and wetting up her boxers like a spout. and so, she cracks. "uhhn– fuckfuckfuck, mh!" she squeaks, pushing her shaken thighs harsh into the spongy bed as she cums. a gush of sticky warmth runs past her tremoring hole in lacy serum ejections, simmering a dark–hued splotch, taking a heartly shape on the plateau of her boxers, inseam tightening her fat pussy lips apart. a leak of it dribbles downward and makes merry with her smushed asscrack, smearing skin as she wriggles. you coo, "hmm, so sensitive– are we pretty girl?" as your lips drag off her suffused, swollen nipple, glistening with your bubbly saliva. a grunt grizzles in her chest, prior to her gripe of, "d–don't, call me that.." cause nuh–uh, she's 'spose to call youuu that. you chuckle, lips curling nasal creases, "hah– okay, how 'bout handsome girl?" and she just tosses her eyes off bounds, partaking her focus in the dramatic swell and heave her chest breathes, too embarrassed to gaze upon you. a smack of your lips, a rise of your body, and a stuffing of your head to her cuddled neck gets her talking again, wincing at the sanguine bite left in your rein of loving torture. one last gasp, she shudders, "f–ffuck, swear to god,"

"you make me crazy babe."

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shadowcatzone · 9 months

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i got tired of writing this, but it was in my drafts. Maybe worth a read. Give feedback. Between cynos jokes and ventis shenanigans, how funny is it.

-creator au. In which the creator knows that venti is barbatos and a wisp. Venti doesn't know the creator is the creator, he doesn't know that creator knows his identity and past. Also creator is forbidden from straight up telling their identity-

-they're being served a sticky honey roast-

Creator: ...wait, are you even able to digest that?

Venti: *raises eyebrow* why wouldn't i be?

Creator: oh, i just thought, because you're a, uh, ...a, bard?

Venti: *squints, then giggles* i think you misunderstand what a bard is!

Creator: *sigh of relief* really? I don't think i've ever seen you eat anything but apples...

Venti: *panics* oh, you know, i just really like apples!

Traveler: *thinking* this is almost painful to watch...

_____

Creator: i made you an apple pie.

Venti: ...why.

Creator: well, you said you really like apples, and this is way more filling than the raw ingredient!

Venti: *stares*

Creator: i promise there's nothing suspicious in it! And, it's fresh out of the oven so, it's still warm!

Venti: umm... thanks...

_____

Traveler: -unfortunately, the inteyvat doesn't exist anymore. Do you have a favorite flower?

Venti: Cecilia. They remind me of times bygone.

Creator: oh, i really like the windwheel aster! As for why, well... hm, maybe i'm just particularly devoted to barbatos...?

Traveler: *nudging venti* "devoted to barbatos" eh~

Venti: *sighs* oh, that reminds me! Did i ever tell you about when barbatos fell asleep in a wine barrel?

Creator: *giggles* venti, that's blasphemous! Besides, there's no need to be jealous- i like you at least as much as i like barbatos!

Venti: *shocked* wh- what? Wait, that's not what i-

Traveler: *smug* don't worry, venti, barbatos doesn't hold a candle to you~

_____

Venti: *deadpan* you're a goddess, aren't you?

Creator: *speechless* ...venti, h-how can you flirt with such a s-serious expression?

Venti: ...i know you are. Drop the act.

Creator: ...i'm certain if you continue like this, you'll gain the wrath of celestia.

_____

Creator: -i can be brown, i can be blue, i can be violet skies~ i can be-

Venti: HOW DO YOU MANAGE NOT TO HIT A SINGLE NOTE!!

Creator: THE TEXT IS FAR MORE IMPORTANT ISN'T IT!!

Venti: HALF THE TEXT IS WRONG! YOURE JUST MAKING SHIT UP AS YOU GO!!

Creator: it- it is? Oh... sorry...

Venti: well- eh, well, why don't we practice together?

Venti: *thinking* SHIT I FUCKED UP SHIT I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP-

Creator: uhm... *teary eyed* no, it's alright. Thanks for the offer though... i think i'll just go home for today.

Venti: i- i didn't-

Creator: no, it's okay... it's not- i mean, if you say-

Creator: ...you're the best bard in mondstadt. Ahaha- and i wouldn't want Barbatos to have to listen to me...

Venti: wait-

Creator: goodnight, venti... *leaves*

Venti: mh... *sighs*

Diluc: ...there were probably better ways to tell her that.

Venti: i know...

Diluc: no, i mean, because you're still in a tavern full of people.

Venti: ...oh! ...please, please mix me something strong. ...Best 3 whole bottles.

_____

Creator: *laying in bed* ...well. i already knew i sucked at singing. Now i-

-a loud *thump* against the window-

Creator: ...*rushes to open the window, gasps* are you-

Barbatos, in most of his archon glory: i~ ...don't know that bards problem, hic- *drapes himself over the windows edge* i really~ appreciated~ your singing~ hic!

Creator: *flabbergasted* ...are you drunk?

Barbatos: noooo~ i don't get drunk~

Some people from below: what the- is that a bird??

Creator: *panicked* ...forgive me. *pulls him in, then closes the window*

Barbatos: no~ forgive, me~ today-

Creator: *sighs* ...c'mon, let's get you to bed.

-she heaves him into her bed, with the intent of sleeping elsewhere, but gets pulled in by his wings-

Barbatos: *hugs her tight* noooo~ *immediately falls asleep*

Creator: ...how am i gonna explain this in the morning.

_____

Barbatos: *wakes up, slowly opens his eyes, rubbing them* ...good morning...?

Creator: *glares* good morning. I didn't sleep a wink.

Barbatos: hmm? Why not...?

Creator: are you kidding? You were smacking me with your wings!

Barbatos?: with my- ...OH!! THESE ARENT REAL!!

Creator: Barbatos. Please.

#i'm eating gilbird #genshin impact #genshin shitpost #genshin barbatos #genshin venti #venti x reader

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 1 year

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Kinky thought: CNC/Primal with Alcina. In which you're tasked to hide in the castle, and try to escape from her as long as you can.

If you manage to evade her for 2 hours, you get a wish.

If she catches you... You're hers.

I have FINALLY finished this predator/prey Alcina prompt that I've been working on since OCTOBER 🤣 .. I originally just planned on it being a little snippet.. but welp.. 3,000 words later and here we are 😅 I do hope some of you enjoy it! ❤️

Trigger warnings for: degradation, spanking and blood drinking.

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You weren’t even sure how many minutes had passed - of how many beats your heart had inadvertently taken to count the seconds. Your body, flushed - frozen behind a bookcase at the far corner of the library as you tried to catch your breath. The Countess had almost caught up to you in the Gardens - letting out a scream of frustration when you gave her the slip - but the vast room filled with more books than you could ever dare to read had remained supremely silent since you entered it.

A little too quiet.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as your Mistress' words rolled over you.. "Manage to evade me for two hours, pet, and you’ll earn your reward. Any you like. But, if I catch you…" She paused knowingly, a dark smirk across crimson lips and a daring glow to her eyes, ".. you’re mine."

You remembered how you shuddered and the look of satisfaction it gave her. And even though you were just as happy to be on the losing end of the deal, the thought of a reward of your choosing was something you had spent thinking about extensively since the game had begun.

The only question was, what?

Deeming it better to keep moving, you were just about to move from your spot when you heard a creak. The type of creak that only a very large woman in a very old castle could make.

“There’s no use in hiding, pet. I could smell you as soon as I opened the door."

Welp.

You cursed under your breath, trying to make yourself as flat against the bookcase as possible. Though, you weren’t sure if you were ready to give in to her just yet. Technically, she hadn’t caught you until you were defenseless and panting in her hands with no other options. A thought, needless to say, that brought an immediate pulse to your core.

You took a deep breath before scanning the dark library, smirking as your eyes fell upon the small door directly to your left that would lead you straight through her atelier. Granted, this wasn't a room you were normally allowed to enter, but if you were likely going to be punished either way, might as well make the best of it.

A wholly satisfying growl, one that skipped through the air when she found the bookcase empty, brought an impish little chuckle to your lips. Your focus intent as you made your way through the unfamiliar room, filled with unfinished paintings and the smell of drying paint.

"IWILLfind you, pet. Mark my words!"

You gulped subconsciously, your heart and feet both picking up their pace as you hurried through the dark - only a few wisps of moonlight to light your way. Had she figured out which way you went? Could she hear the profound beating in your chest? The sound of heavy footsteps growing louder only confirmed your fears, forcing you to choose one of the three doors in front of you and hope it didn't lead you to a dead end.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself, finding the first door to be nothing more than a closet. You had to wonder if the Lady had built this castle like a maze on purpose - a catacomb of sorts designed to confuse your senses. A loud creak from behind made you jump, cutting your thoughts short as the Countess' large frame entered the room.

"Mh.. foolish enough to enter my inner sanctum without my permission, are we? Or maybe just desperate? Hm?"

The dark smirk that coated her slightly degrading words only fueled the tightness in your chest and the pulsing heat between your legs. You cursed again, quickly exiting the closet and immediately taking the door to the right of it. An exhale of relief escaping your lips as soon as it opened up into a large hallway.

Which hallway, though, and where it led to was the question.

The faint smell of fresh pastries and evening tea meant that the kitchens, though located on the floor below you, weren't too far off. But in which direction they were - that, you had no idea. Making a rash decision you swiftly turned to the left and ran, the velvet rug beneath your feet not doing nearly enough to mask the sounds of your footsteps. You knew she could hear every sound you made. That your Mistress was reveling in each accelerated beat of your heart and the blood that flowed quickly through your veins.

The loud thud of the door that led to the atelier the only warning you got before her voice spoke out again into the dark - the muffled sound of a clock striking midnight in the distance.

Wait … did that mean... had you actually-?

"Seems we meet again, little mouse."

This time you cursed loud enough to make her chuckle, swallowing hard when the hallway brought to you nothing more than a dead end and a marble statue of a much younger Countess. The scent of your Lady encasing you with each step that she took - slow and steady, like a predator rounding it's prey.

Before you even had a chance to respond, to point out the time or try to run, the Countess slung you over her shoulder with ease and made her way back down the hallway.

The castle was quieter than usual - eerie. Basked in a pallid moonlight and the type of chill that only came with cold Romanian nights. The inviting sound of firewood crackling and a warm glow peeking out from within your Lady's chambers greeted you as soon as you reached her door.

A door that sat directly at the end of the very hallway you had fled onto.

“Mh.. if only you had chosen to go right, pet.”

You snorted. “And what? You’d be the one over my shoulder instead right now?”

At this she laughed, loud and deep. The stagnant smell of cigarettes and wine wafting over you.

“Touché’.”

The velocity in which the mood shifted as soon as the two of you entered the room could have rivaled the speed in which she had you on your back. Your body hitting the bed with such force that it sent your surroundings spinning. A sleek blur of candlelight and crimson.

Though she gave you a moment to get your bearings, when the Countess spoke she left no room for any debates.

“Undress.”

You shivered at her tone, allowing the reaction to roll over you like tepid water. Alcina’s large frame pausing to loom over you before she started to undress, herself. The bottom of her dress tented in such a way that your eyes could do nothing but watch how the fabric flowed around her - a bulging promise of everything you wanted. Your breath catching when the full length of her womanhood finally became exposed, twitching slightly in the firelight.

You had barely even begun on your own clothing before her hand was around your throat, lifting you from the bed while blackened claws sharply grew from the other.

“I said, ‘undress” Words spoken through clenched teeth as her claws sliced through the front of your uniform, swiftly discarding the simple cloth from your body.

You swallowed against the palm of her hand, struggling to speak against the pressure of it.

“S-sorry, Mistress.”

The Lady only hummed before tossing you back onto the bed, your hand quickly coming to rub the now tender flesh of your neck. And while the Countess knew she always had your consent - that she could use you however she wanted and you’d enjoy every second of it - the dangerous gleam that currently resided in her eyes had a much sharper edge to it than usual.

The chase of the hunt clearly having an effect on her.

“Chasing your exquisite scent throughout the castle like that, pet.." Alcina paused, growling before taking a deep breath and shuddering. ".. you couldn’t possibly understand what that does to me.”

She leaned down, tracing a single claw down the front of your sternum - the cold tip of it just barely making an indent in your skin. And even with her touch feather light - completely controlled - her body caged you in like the predator you knew she was. Her eyes dilating effortlessly at the sight of you under her.

You swallowed, locking your gaze onto hers.

"Y-you.. you could always show me." You replied, extending your neck. A fierce blush across your cheeks.

"Mh.. could I now? Is that what my needy pet wishes?"

You blushed even harder, averting your eyes for a second until her words brought you back.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress."

The only response she gave you was an arousing, deep growl and the strength of her body pinning you down. A dark chuckle across her lips as you squirmed when her tongue licked over your pulse point, as if to ready it.

"I can already taste how much you want this. Little slut."

You let out an embarrassingly loud whimper but you didn't care. Your hands coming to her shoulders as you prepared yourself, your body all too eager for the euphoria that was about to sweep over it.

"Please, Mistress."

Another growl across your skin, this one rolling over you like thunder and pulling a fevered heat to your core. Clawed fingers holding the side of your head down as the Countess exposed even more of your neck and shoulders to herself. A soft moan escaping from her lips as she breathed in your scent, pausing for only a moment before her teeth were sinking in. The cool, sharp tips of her fangs an arousing contrast to the overly flushed skin that they pierced.

"F-fuck." You gasped, your hold on her tightening.

"Mmmh."

Alcina drank from you fervently - frenzied - as if yours was the most divine taste in the world and she had been denied of it for far too long. Each pull from your neck forcing waves of euphoria to wash over you - a delicious ebb and flow of desire.

You could feel your surroundings begin to shift as she fed. Hazing over in a delirious splendor. Your small whimpers becoming slightly fainter until Alcina's grasp finally loosened. Drops of crimson coating her lips and trickling down her chin.

"Delicious." The Lady purred, the length of her tongue licking the slowly drying blood from her mouth.

You swore her voice had never sounded quite so arousing, aged like a fine wine and even huskier than usual. And though the Countess had had more than her fill of you, the look in her eyes glowed in nothing but her insatiable hunger for more - in her utter need to flip you on all fours and have her way with you.

Which is exactly what she did…

Spinning the world on it's axis and leaving your body to feel nothing but absolute weightlessness until your hands and knees hit the soft satin sheets of her bed. The measure of your arousal already coating your inner thighs as she spread them wide open for her, breathing in your musk.

"Little slut.. just look at how wet you are. I take it you've enjoyed this little game of ours, hm?"

You shuddered at her words, at her warm breath that trickled down your neck like water. A hard slap coming to your backside at your pause.

"Answer me, whore."

"Mmph-! Yes, Mistress."

"Mh."

You yelped when her claws lengthened a little more, seeping into the supple flesh of your hips. The large woman settling on her knees behind you, her firm cock already teasing your entrance as she adjusted her stance.

"And such a naughty pet for trying to hide from me."

Another hard slap to your backside, forcing you to cry out.

"Ah-! Yes, Mistress."

"One would think you like to be punished. To be treated like the whore that you are."

Another slap, one that made your whole body fill with heat.

Her words were like sweet venom. Coated in a bitter tongue and fueling the want between your legs. Your only response was to lengthen your hips back, to force her womanhood down the slit of you in a desperate attempt for more. An act that earned a displeased click from your Lady's tongue and another lash to your backside.

"Needy slut."

"Yes, Mistress.Yourneedy slut."

The Countess growled at your admittal, at her claim over you. A dark smirk coating her lips as she leaned down, allowing her teeth to tease over your neck once before her breath found your ear.

"That's right, pet..all mine.."

Alcina grasped your hips in such a manner that it made you gasp outright. It was rough - with intent. The firm tip of her cock completely still against your entrance, taunting you until her steady movements started a slow stretch.

So slow it made you curse.. almost slow enough to drive you mad. An unbridled heat spilling over you the further she stretched you.. the deeper it slid in.

Though not deep enough.. not with how needy you were.

Your body seemed to act on it's own, your hips bucking back without a second thought, pulling a deep moan when she filled you.

And another with her hand came down hard on your back side.

"Too needy to behave, are we?"

You weren't even sure when her fingers grasped onto your hair, but the firm manner in which she pulled you back only made you wetter.

"Mh-! Y-yes, Mistress."

You expected another spank, readying yourself for an impact that never came. The Lady, instead, stood completely still. A dangerous glint to her eyes as she slowly straightened her posture. The sheer size of her casting you in a dark shadow.

"Mh.. seems a lesson in patience may be in order then."

Patience.. lessons in patience were never a good thing. They almost always meant denial.. in some way shape or form. Denial.. teasing.. waiting. Being brought to the brink of madness with nothing but absolute want. You cursed under your breath making the Lady chuckle. Her body still as water and just as calm.

"Glad we understand each other. It's been too long, I think, since you last warmed my cock. Impatient little slut."

Gods, it had only been minutes and how you already ached, your core clenching around the width of her as if trying to coax it. Of course it didn't, though.. your Lady was a lot of things, but weak willed wasn't one of them. Even with all the pent up ferality that flowed through her veins - the Countess held her reserve much like the noble that she was. And every second that passed was filled with the nagging throb of desperation.

"Fuck! Please, Mistress. Please."

"Mmh.. so quick to beg."

It was immediately clear to you by the icy tone in her voice that the Lady could go either way. Either letting herself go and wholly wrecking you, or keeping you right where you were until you were driven completely mad with need.

The seconds that passed between the words she spoke and the first thrust she gifted you felt like an eternity. Your body falling forward at the pleasure immediately surging through you. Simultaneously grateful and greedy for more. Only this time, you didn't dare step out of line - no matter how badly your hips wanted to jerk, to slap back firmly and force as much of her cock into your aching core as possible.

Another hard slap across your ass before Alcina did the job for you, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you back with such force that stars swiftly clouded your eyes.

"You like that, whore, don't you?"

"F-fuck.. yes.. yes, Mistress."

The way the Countess growled in response sent a shiver down your spine. Her claws digging into your sides as the length of her drove in and out of you, stretching you exquisitely with each thrust. She was relentless in her movements - calculated even with the primal energy that seemed to flow through her. Every muscle in her body flexing as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

And when her teeth found the tender flesh of your shoulder it was all you could do to cry out, to dig your fingers into her sheets and bite down onto your bottom lip in any attempt to muffle yourself.

This, of course, only made Alcina bite down harder.

"None of that, now. It'd do you well to let your Mistress hear you." She growled.

Words as sharp as the fangs that sunk into you, the warm feeling of crimson trickling down your shoulder and neck.

"Ah-! Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

Each thrust marched perfectly with another mark across your skin, each one pulling a deeper and more desperate moan from your lips. Her cock harder than you'd ever felt it, burying deeper inside of you than it'd ever been. Thick desire running down your inner thighs and coating the Lady's stomach and thighs - her pace proving merciless.

The moment her finger found your clit, you knew you were done for. One tight circle followed by another. Her breath warm against your ear, a single shudder as her tongue traced over it.

"Go ahead and come for me, slut."

"F-fuck-!"

A prickling heat crawling across you with such intensity that your whole body shuddered. Each movement over your clit, each thrust of her cock compelling wave after wave of pleasure to crash over you. The length of her starting to twitch inside of you as your core clenched, pulling a deep and husky moan from Acina's lips as her own arousal spilled out into you - filling you completely and dripping down onto her red satin sheets.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur, with the all too empty feeling of you Lady slipping out of you and the soft mattress that your body fell breathless onto. The Countess' large frame behind your own, pulling you close before she placed a soft kiss to your temple.

"You did so well, pet."

"Mmh.. thank you, my lady."

She wrapped her arms around you, kissing your cheek this time.

"Now.. about that reward."

Your eyes opened abruptly. "R-reward?"

Alcina chuckled, smirking as she caressed your cheek.

"Oh, pet.. I was well aware of how much time had passed when I caught you."

You stared at her for a moment before chucking yourself.

"Cheater."

"Mh.. you liked it."

"I admit nothing, and that's besides the point."

The Lady chuckled again, pulling you a little closer.

"Sleep now, pet. I'll be expecting your request by the morning."

"Mh.. yes, Mistress."

You felt the soft curl of a smirk against the skin of your neck, the steady beat of her heart on your back. Sensations that only pulled you off into a warm slumber as your body's exhaustion finally took over.

#depravity answered #anonynous #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina x reader #alcina x reader #resident evil fanfiction #re8 fanfiction #my fics #i had a lot of fun writing this one so ahem #i hope you all enjoy 👀#tw:degradation #tw:blood drinking #tw:spanking

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galactia · 6 months

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@electric-ecclectic | unprompted soft | always accepting!

It was rare for Signe to have a morning in, as duty so often called early in the morning for a Knight of Favonius. The light filtering through the curtains cast a warm glow on the bed, suggesting that it was later in the morning; it also drove Signe further under the covers, trying desperately to gather what little extra sleep she could. She could feel Kaeya's warmth tangled around her, and despite his usually cooler body temperature, the warmth felt cozy, compelling her to snuggle impossibly closer. It was unusual for him to be here with her so late into the morning, and so she found herself snuggled into his chest, breathing in his warmth, soaking up his company for the time being. His hair brushed against her form, and the faintly earthy scent of his cologne lingered in his bed. That's right, she began to remember, I hadn't gone home last night. He'd found her at the Ordo late last night, rummaging through texts and tomes to gather up whatever last-minute information she could on her current project. The Captain's apartment was far closer than her own, and she'd taken up his offer to spend the night - landing her here, waking up next to him. "We need a vacation," she mumbled into him, muffled by the closeness of skin. "Don't wanna get up..."

Kaeya rarely slept in, anymore. Dreams, insomnia, a sleep schedule ruined by burning the midnight oil... whatever it was, he typically rose with the light of morning, except (it would seem) when Signe was in his arms. He wasn't really awake when she began to wiggle, trying to burrow her way deeper into the warmth beneath the blankets, chasing the last fleeing whispers of sleep. A sigh passed his lips, and he coiled his arms more securely around her, tucking his face into the mussed wisps of her hair and the thick, plush layers of bed linens.

He wanted more than anything to ignore the way sunlight filtered through the dark of his curtains, hardly bright enough to sting their eyes, but enough that he could guess at the hour...

Late, at least for rising. He would not make the Ordo on time, or the Good Hunter for the left-over of their best coffee blend, or even assembly for the passing out of the patrol schedules.

Their legs were a tangle of his and hers, and he seemed to bring her nearer, tighter, warmer, almost unconsciously.

"Vacation?" Came the husky murmur. It was clear he had drifted back off. "Hm-mh..."

It took a moment more, but he finally blinked open one eye (golden, hazy) and then the other. He watched the way morning shadows played on the wall, and in the quiet, his fingertips loosened the end of her braid, weaving into the strands,

"I know of another way to arrange a vacation-" He offered gently in a tease, pressing his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss, "A honeymoon would necessitate, don't you think?"

#electricecclectic #answered//electricecclectic #[ kaeya is marriage teasing now O.O ]

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talesofsonicasura · 1 year

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Dancer of Destiny

Yup! Another Trollhunters AU but with a rather delightful twist when it comes to Jim. There are gonna be two flavors: one human and one full troll! I can forget the dash of Monster Hunter inspiration either. Don't need to know about MH for this as I'm keeping it simple and limited.

Trolldancer

A seven year old Jim begins having very strange yet very real dreams of another world. One where monsters and people unlike anything he ever seen tend to collide. Jim is taken in by a Monster Hunter by the name of Val'tah Choso alongside his monster ward Buena, a Will o' Wisp Magnamalo. (Old drawing)

In the waking world, he lives a normal life with his mother and friend completely unaware about what happens when he sleeps. Jim learns to dance under Val'tah's tutelage upon discovering his caretaker's personal hobby but also former dream. Although the lessons of monster hunting doesn't fail to sink its claws when the young boy turns 13.

Nor the domino effect when Jim soon learns about the world underneath his feet but also his dreams hold more influence than he thought. Sometimes a dance can change destiny just like any blade.

Jim isn't the Trollhunter but he will assist them whether it be Kanijar or someone else. Young Lake bears magic that is tied to not only the dances he was taught but also his experiences in the Monster Hunter world. I will tell you at least two parts of Jim's magic.

Offensive Style which is summoning weapons and armor he acquired to apparitions based on monsters he fought to his aid. When it comes to his apparitions, think of Bending from ATLA mixed with ROTTMNT Raphael's magic in how they operate. If the monster has an element or specific nature such as being venomous, then his apparition shall have that same ability.

Wild Style can cause various effects such as empower allies, debuff enemies, healing or even change the weather. It just depends on what he performs especially if it encompasses a monster.

Example: Scarlet Feast, Malzeno

-Every successful attack drains bits of the victims' strength and heal Jim. Any beneficial boosts can also be stolen. Once a certain amount of damage is done, "Bloodening" mode triggers boosting Jim's power and speed for a short time.

Jim's unique magic definitely put him in the line of fire during one earlier clash between the Kanijar and Bular(not the canon battle.) Something that leads to him being called 'Trolldancer' as his current clothing made him look like a troll from a distance. Trust me when I say both sides are looking for Jim and it drags the dancer's companions into the madness too.

Protector of Dancing Souls

A mysterious crystal gives life to a troll whelp immune to sunlight. He is raised by a mysterious tribe of Felynes and given the name Avalon. (I couldn't resist a Troll Jim being raised by cats, well, cat based monsters).

He learned not only from his tribe but also the people he tends to spy on, especially hunters. Avalon took the role of a protector, at first leading others to safety until an encounter with a dangerous monster gave him reason to fight. This earned him the Monster name 'Petronion, Dancer of Souls' and the Fanged Beast classification amongst the hunting world.

On one fateful day, a teenage Avalon crashes into Arcadia, badly injured from a fight with a dangerous unknown monster. (10 years before the events of the show.) He is found by Barbara and nursed back to health while given the name Jim. Ends up meeting Toby two weeks after his arrival as the child had a scheduled visit the nurse accidentally forgot.

Over the years, both help the misplaced troll become accustom to this new world and he shares his knowledge in return. It isn't much longer before one midnight run goes wrong as Jim encounters a battle between two certain trolls. Remember that our troll boy has no knowledge about what he is nor if there are more like him.

Jim only interferes when Bular's temperament marks him as a major threat and chases him off. He flees before Kanijar could stop the young troll who is facing an existential crisis. Everything Jim knows about himself has been flipped on its head and now he struggles to understand his origins.

It doesn't help when certain Trollmarket denizens seek out the clearly young troll before the Gumm Gumm Prince with his forces find him first. Or for Jim's new family to get dragged into the crossfire.

Now the young troll doesn't have a human disguise and it'll probably take halfway through the first maybe second season before he gets one. Jim uses the Dance of the Ancient Phantom, Chameleos, to wander Arcadia without being seen. Like his human counterpart, his magic functions the same way.

-Makes the wielder invisible for long periods of time unless hit. Jim can create thick mist to shroud his form and even forge poison clouds.

He often uses this to spy on people, wander around, observe Barbara at her job or follow Toby in school. Jim may have tripped his human friend's bullies and mother's harsh coworkers. He is quite protective of people he sees as kin. A lean yet firm body type, similar to Angor Rot albeit with more muscle, makes stealth stupid easy.

Also I can't resist imagining this particular Troll Jim being horrified to learn that trolls like to eat cats. He was essentially raised by cat people so the idea would probably make him hurl. Jim definitely bonded with Toby over the whole feline topic in general.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia!

#tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #dancer of destiny au #tales of arcadia trollhunters #trollhunters au #toa trollhunters #trollhunters #toa #tales of arcadia #james lake junior #james lake jr #jim lake jr #jim lake junior #troll jim #troll!jim #mentioned fandoms #monster hunter

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ronmanmob · 10 months

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Has your muse ever faced any kind of discrimination or oppression for an aspect of themselves that they cannot change? How has this experience shaped their attitude toward that aspect of themselves? Have they ever perpetuated any kind of discrimination or oppression against others, whether unintentionally or deliberately? {ML & MH}

Classical Literature Meme

Upon a slender pedestrian bridge above a dual carriageway at perhaps half eleven at night, Ron sat beside Beth. He had his tobacco tin open in his lap and was mid-way through making up his tenth rolly out of filter, rizla and baccy measured by eye when her curiosity caught his ear. The topic paused his work for a beat; made his mind drift through the annals of his memory until it snagged where it needed to - on something he could share. Before he did though, Ron bought the part-rolled cig he was working on to his lips and ran the paper's adhesive edge by the tip of his tongue before folding it closed. Cigarette number ten wasn't for the tin though. This one Ron set between his lips and lit.

"--There's two fings abaht me I can't change, luv" he said, blowing a breath's-worth of smoke away from Beth before turning back to her. "Two tha's th'sort yer askin' abaht at least. Me sexuali'y, 'n me-" He gestured to his head, not wanting to say skizafrenia out loud. He'd not heard the word all day. It was a reprieve he didn't want broken.

"Me sexuali'y I've 'ad shit ovah. Y'sort'a expect it almos' i's tha' common - everyfin' fr'm side-eye glances t'avin' me teef kicked in in an alley when I was eighteen or so. Maybe nineteen. Tha's where I got-" Ron tipped his chin back and inclined his head slightly, gesturing to the scar that'd once been a wound so deep it split his chin open. "Twelve stitches-" he said, settling back as he'd been, chin dipped and shoulders hunched against the nip in the air. Another drag on his cigarette was puffed away from Beth before he spoke again. "-B'cause I smiled in th'wrong lad's vague direction on me way aht'a gay club..." Ron shook his head slowly, his gaze shifting somewhere middle-distance-ways. "I'll nevah undahstand it" he said, disbelief and confusion making his voice briefly quiet. "-Ow th'notion 'ov affection, want, off a membah ov y'own sex is so 'orrific tha' y'instinct is violence..."

Into the night another smoky exhalation escaped.

He'd need another cigarette soon if he kept this up.

"Anyway." Back to usual volume now; back to Beth with his full attention. "Tha' fuckery - s'cuse me - it didn't scare me inta no closet. If anyfin' it did th'oppasit. Ain't nuffin'a 'ow I love tha' I 'ide. I live openly. 'N if people don't like it, if they seek t'deal wiv it wiv violence, well..." A flicker of something horrific wisped through Ron's expression. "I ain't eighteen, ain't nineteen no more, aye? --Th'rest though-"

Another gesture to his head. He would not use that word for it; wouldn't dignify it with its name. Not this evening. He'd not get so easy an answer out about it either though. That was the rub. This topic...It was a difficult shape in his mind; one he found putting words to a challenge, no matter how long he'd had to practice and how much he knew, now, about how his brain worked and didn't work.

"--Th'rest I don't wear like armour." A thought begat a frown. Rephrase. "Not tha' me sexuali'y's tha'...It ain't armour. I's...ahtside. Y'look 'ard enough f'long enough, y'll see it - much as I don't fink y'd clock me day t'day 'n fink Oo yeah, 'ee's not straight. Bu' th'rest...I can't do tha' wiv it. 'N tha's..."

Silence fell as Ron dredged his mind for the words he needed. To fill it, he lit cigarette number nine with the embers of number ten and took a drag which he blew towards the dribs and drabs of traffic whizzing by below them. Ten's butt, pinched out, was popped into the open lid of his baccy box, and an attempt was made to tease out what he wanted to convey in words.

"--Is it...discrimination...oppression-- I don't know if i's them when i's off family...off friends...Maybe th'bettah word's...reaction? I dunno, bu' wha'evah it is...Was...I learned off tha', 'n off th'world generally-- People like...me..."

A slight wince of frustration flickered across Ron's face, silence coming again as he struggled to catch hold of the whorl of thoughts he had round this specific topic. Dark eyes fell briefly closed as he breathed through a spike of frustration and then, looking down at the traffic, he tried again.

"--I may be wrong in wha' I learned...I 'ope I am, 'n th'world's brightah than th'180 me ma'm 'n bruvvahs did when I got sick...Bu' wha' I learned off them was tha' change-" Another gesture to his head. "-It brings fear off them close t'yah-"

YOU AIN'T MY FUCKIN' BRUVVAH!

A second wince - pain this time as the light in his eyes froze; as they stilled, fixed on the middle distance among the dribs and drabs of traffic. What Ron said next sounded like hard work to get out, like a growl through a dry throat.

"-Fear 'n worse."

He swallowed, stole another drag on number nine - held it in 'til he couldn't no more then breathed it out into the night sky. In the aftermath, when he spoke again, he sounded more like himself; pensive, tense, but himself.

"I learned it ain't f'acceptin'...I's like a wound tha' y'forced t'walk rahnd wiv like it ain't there b'cause God-for-fuckin'-bid someone y'don't want t'notice notices...'N I know tha's wrong-"

Eyes on Beth then. There was an almost pleading edge to Ron's voice.

"I know i's wrong b'cause I ain't wha' all'a them fink me c'ndition makes me - not me family, not th'public, not no fuckah...So me life's turned on unlearnin' all them fings I learned off them closest t'me, bu' as well..." Pleading became something closer to resignation. "I know...there ain't no Pride f'a sk-"

Tension. Everywhere.

Ron clenched his teeth, barely rescued his fag.

He would Not Use That Word. Not this evening.

"-F'me" he amended, that second's pique pulling back like the tide. "So tha' bit...Tha' bit I don't wear openly." Another drag off number nine; eight waiting in the wings.

"--N'me...I ain't prejudiced. I discriminate against them tha' does it t'me - don't care th'nature'a th'person. Come f'me b'cause'a 'oo I love, I'll break yah in 'alf. Come f'me b'cause'a 'ow I am, same goes. 'N if I witness it -- some twat in an alley kickin' ten bells aht a gay lad or a bi lad or girl; some twat 'arrasin' someone b'cause they're wired different--" A slow, disgusted head-shake. "They'll meet th'devil twice on their way dahn, once when they get there 'n once in Ron Kray."

#brooklynislandgirl #modern!verse #<- with Beth #tw: mental illness #tw: homophobia mention #//fankoo for sending this in darling #//order up! one serving of feels with extra ow

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I remember both Draculaura and Cleo having the most tragic origin stories. Draculaura and the sickness. Cleo and her mothers assassination, while she, her sister, and her father got turned into mummies while alive.

Oh yeah, MH could really utilize tragedy and dark elements in their storytelling when they wanted to.

Even in the movies, as goofy and camp as they were, had elements of

Racism: the anti-Monster sentiments in Ghouls Rule that almost resulted in Holt Hyde almost being lynched by a group of humans because a girl thought she needed to do anything to keep her ancestor's anti-Monster bigotry alive, as well as Lagoona's relationship with her boyfriend Gill being constantly strained because his parents didn't approve of her (since she's a 'sea-water' monster and they were 'fresh-water' monsters)

Familial Abuse: Cleo constantly being mentally and emotionally abused by her father and sister

Grooming: In 13 Wishes while someone could say 'oh, Wisp is immortal so it doesn't count', she essentially took advantage of an emotionally-compromised minor and was grooming her into following her commands.

False Arrests and the Abuse of Power: With Haunted how the headmistress of Haunted High, was essentially arresting any students who had ghost-like genealogy to imprison them, just for it to turn out that she was trying to use them to remove her own criminal records.

And just flat-out death: Frankie did die (even though she was brought back) in Freaky Fusion

A pity that the first reboot threw all that out of the window in favor of whatever the hell Welcome to Monster High and Electrified were supposed to be.

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peroxideprinces · 2 years

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HI HOLY SHIT HELLO HOW R YOU

#i missed youuu #was gonna shoot you an ask bc my bf got into mh n i was like omg i should talk to wisp but i FORGOT but now youre HERE HELLO #wisp tag #question mark

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coffeebutwithbug6 · 2 years

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Main/ important groups

Main gouls : Frankie, Draculara, clawdeen, lagoona, Cleo, goulia ,Abby, Spectra

Beast goulfriends:

Rebecca, Rochelle,Venus

Mansters: Duce, Gill, Clawd, heath, Jackson/holt

Famous gouls: Elizabat, Viperine, Catty

Mean gouls: Torilie, Meowdy, Purrsefny, Nefra , wisp

Not entirely backgrounders but have less detailed backstory’s (may change): Twila, Howleen, Blilly, Cupid, Gigi, Ari

Oc’s : Lilly, Heather

Backgrounders: all other mh characters bc I’m no writing every single name.

#monster #monster high #monster high oc

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A wisp of anemonenergy flits out from the trees, and seeing this person's nerves, it sits on his shoulder to chirp a soft tune.

"Mh?" Ear twitched at the faintest sound, eyes drawn upward to catch sight of the strange little sprite flittering down from the trees. What.. was that? Some kind of rare bird, or-- no, it wasn't a bird, and it was coming closer--

Once resting upon his shoulder, Tighari's focus is glued to it, listening to the gentle chirping sounds it emitted. An Aranara? No..

"Wow.. Hello, little one. I've never seen anything quite like you before.. Are you here to comfort me?" Was this being so intelligent? "Can you stay? I'd like to make a small sketch of you, if that's alright.." That way, even if the little one flew away, he'd have a reference for his research.

It was needless to say that his nerves were much calmer with a distraction..

#IC | Tighnari

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The tent was empty and the campfire was out for the moment. A little further away was the crystal-clear river: the water was calm and they could see the reflection of the treetops, green and leafy, swaying to the rhythm of the warm spring breeze. Some of them were decorated with flowers and fruits in red and orange tones. There was a soft flute solo coming from the river bank that sweetly musicalized the scene and each note seemed to wrap around the wind and wrap around them as well. "Very good, you're talented" Long, thin, and soft fingers held the little boy's small hands, keeping the upper part of his body afloat, while he gave small kicks in the water, propelling himself with some difficulty. The pair of feathers that hung from the neck to the chest of the older man now floated in the water and was something that caught the little one's attention and tried to grab "Look at all you've learned in one afternoon! You learn quickly, don't you? Of course you do… you're not only the sweetest but also skilled" Holding him for a moment in his arms, the older man kissed a couple of times his cheek causing him to happy giggled "Hey, why don't we show mama what you've learned, mh? Come here" Placing him back in the water, the man took the little boy's hands again and he walked backwards, while the youngest tried to stay afloat and push himself with his legs. "M-ama!.." The little boy babbled as they approached where Senritsu was.

Send me Anons as my muses child! The song swaying sweetly over the riverbed was occaisonally stopped whenever Senritsu had to hold her breath to not start laughing; she did so when Aoto ignored Kurapiaks words and instead only reached mesmerized for the drenched feathers on his necklace, she did so when she heard the boy giggle; and she did so when her son started to babble. She tried to return to play the song, but eventually just snorted a surpressed laughter at her flute while she watched Kurapika and Aoto in the water before the man helped Aoto out of the water and lead him with his hands holding the boys to walk over to where she was sitting on a treetrunk. Aoto still put every punce of his strenght in every step and he stomped proudly on the grass so loud as if every step was a drumstrike. At the start of the swimminglesson Senritsu had sat down on a treetrunk near the riverbed with towels folded beside her to be warmed up in the sun, now the sunlight had sunken low and had turned deep yellow dyed by the late afternoon.

By the time the toddler finally reached where she was sitting, the woman could nolonger play music and was laughing in all good humor with the flute now laying beside her on the treetrunk exchanged with one of the towels. "Hello Aoto," she hummed, her voice as sweet as a song when she leaned forward and nudged her upturned nose against the childs that was already very visible mirroring hers, making him giggle a highpitched squeaking noise. With nimble hands she grabbed under Aotos arms and lifted him on her lap, swaying from one side to the other in the tact of her own humming as she started to dry up the child: "A little bird told me that you learned to swim today. I have no idea who that little bird was." With a playfull shimmer in her dark eyes that looked like a wisp in a black bog, Senritsu looked past Aotos head of blonde hair and winked challenging up to Kurapika, obvious teasingly not moving a muscle to pass him a towel or help him to dry up. She chuckled over her own stupid joke, nuzzling her nose in the small boys hair, demonstratively joking showing that she just happned to have her hands full and therefor could neveeeer hand him a towel. Wrapping her arms around her boy with the towel drapped around him like an medieval cloak Senritsu swayed from one side to another: "How about you tell me everything about that swimming- lesson, mhmmmmm?" His blonde hair was still a little damp, smelled wonderfully of wet earth and tickled cool against her nose. Senritsu nuzzled that nose in the boys hair, listening attentive to the waves of his babbling in which already small, easy words were strewn in like little light notes in a playful song. A few months ago there had been no words in the boys happy gurgling and there was a strangly happy and yet just as unsettling mix of glowing pride and sudden dread turning in the womans stomach as she for a moment searched for Kurapika past the small boys head with a worried line appearing between her big eyes. [ @skarletchains ]

#skarletchains #awwwww a baby!#Me drawing the kid in three agestages. also me: having aoto only interact as a teeny toddler lol #this was so adorable and sweet to read!

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