thoughts on married wife reader and married dottore who fuck like rabbits on their honey moon..im feral for this man.
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ugh yessss <3 a little tipsy writing this so pls forgive me miss dolly… errors i fix in morning :*
you knew dottore would be ravenous on your honeymoon, but this was absolutely unforeseen! it was like a switch flicked in his brain as soon as you two entered your private suite at an inazuman resort - you were against the wall with his hand up your shirt in seconds. he's happy to make you cum a few times there before finally moving to the bed, but you'd be a fool to think that's the end. the sliding glass balcony door has marks from your tits being pressed against it, the bathroom sink was messy from knocked over soap bottles, and the desk would most definitely have to be replaced with how often dottore bent you over it.
your husband's libido wasn't limited to the honeymoon suite, of course. not when you wear that dress so perfectly on your first dinner out. dottore is so painfully hard under the table that it takes extreme self restraint to not fuck you in the middle of the restaurant. instead, he drags you to the bathroom and drills you over the sink, a hand in your hair to keep your gaze focused on yourself in the mirror. he loves making you watch yourself fall apart - streaky makeup with smudged lipstick from his fingers in your mouth, your dress pulled down to show your tits, and your skirt flipped up just enough for dottore to pound himself as deep as he could.
dottore really does try to have some sweet, romantic moments on your trip, too. he invites you to the hot tub with pure intentions, but as soon as a glass of wine was in his hand and he saw you climb in with that blue two piece? it was over! you slotted yourself so perfectly in his lap when he asked that he couldn't help but rip you apart. the water in the hot tub sloshes gently all night while he fucks you - sometimes with your hips under the water, other times with yourself bent completely over the edge of the hot tub. sometimes he even takes advantage of the jets and holds your hips against them to keep you cumming, addicted to the pretty sounds you kept making just for him <3
the doctor cannot believe you've chosen to spend the rest of your life with him. he presses sweet kisses to the metal band on your finger while fucking you, mouth still wet from licking away your desperate tears. each thrust is as punishing as it is utterly obsessive and adoring - you are his pretty wife, and he'll prove his devotion to you with each orgasm he forces. human romance has never been his forte but showing his love through endless pleasure was a seemingly natural thing for him to do <3
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Wouldn’t it just be soooooo cute if The Doctor had a suuuper sensitive body? :3
Just imagine initiating that shift in the room; your hand lingering on the back of his neck just a bit longer, eyes relaxing with this sultry gaze, sauntering away and waiting for him to follow you.
3….2…1-
“Do you take me for a loyal house pet?”
(He’s already bounding toward the bedroom.)
He’s huffing and puffing with this half concealed embarrassment when you lay him down and kiss his lips, hands trailing over skin that jumps at the slightest of touches.
He’s such a moaner and acts like he isn’t, biting his lip and grunting when your fingers brush over his nipples, trailing downward until your head is between his legs.
Ugh, he makes the prettiest noises when you suck him off, his hips jerking as he begs you to slow down through gritted teeth.
You live to hear him whimper.
Riding him is the most effective method, of course. Hold his wrists against the headboard while you move up and down on his length, and you might just hear the prettiest, sluttiest whining of your life. His lashes are fluttering and his lips are parted in this pretty ‘o’.
And omfg when he cums you can always tell. He’ll start stuttering and breathing really heavily before filling you up, and it really ties the whole experience together for you.
Then, he goes back to acting like the big bad Dottore. In his mind, that’s who he is, but you know in your heart who’s hiding behind that mask (a slut).
content: sfw + og old man zandik (dottore) + cuddling + gn!reader
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You’re woken up by your bedroom door opening, and the familiar thudding of Zandik’s cane hitting against the floor and his footsteps relaxes you.
It’s not unusual for him to barge into your home in this way, which you have grown used to. He does that at any time of the day, but at nighttime mostly. You never bothered asking why, knowing he’d refuse to answer or not say anything at all and ignore your question. But there’s a little something in you that knows the reason why, which will never be brought up by Zandik himself.
You turn on the bedside light and illuminating Zandik loosening his tie and throwing his coat on the back of a chair. At least he has the decency to not throw it on the floor.
Sitting up on the bed and your back against pillows, Zandik gets on the bed and crawls closer to you. And his head slumps down on your lap following a low groan slipping out from his lips.
Without a word, you softly run your hands through his soft blue hair. A content sound is heard from the man on your lap before he buries his face further into your abdomen. And he wraps his arms around your waist.
You can’t say anything about this, or do anything out of fear he would stop this behavior completely. While you enjoy Zandik intimately, which is what drew him to you, you like this gentle side of this man who’s too clever for this world.
“Do you think there’s a world beyond Teyvat?” Your voice is low and soft as you slick his hair back before tenderly massaging his head.
“I don’t think, I know.” He is so sure of his answer, you believe him.
Maybe in that world you’d be able to meet this man under different circumstances and get to know him more than you’re able to.
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posting this while I edit my old fics that I’m gonna post someday, which I hope nobody will recognize me from somewhere…😔 anyways! fluffy cuddly zandik who refuses to admit he finds comfort in you despite the reason behind your relationship GETS ME!!!!
hi hi !! could you write an ANGST with Dottore and Zhongli where we break up with them? maybe in dottore we break up because we can't bear(?) his experiments anymore and in Zhongli one we feel not enough/that he loves someone else (maybe Guizhong?)
Gn reader or Fem!reader(if u write for fem. sorry if u do not,i couldnt find rules and im really really sorry ! :( ... )
p.s will there be To love another 3rd part? it's my fav fanfic ever !!
love your work ♡♡
hihihi i know this is like super late but this prompt is literally so good 😭 also im thinking of writing another part to that fic, but i just dont know where to take it so ive been procrastinating haha
dottore’s part is kinda ooc bcs let’s be real if he’s that whipped for reader he wouldn’t let them break up with him, but im going to pretend that he’s not as much of a red flag as he actually is 🤭🤭
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Pairing: Dottore x GN!reader, Zhongli x GN!reader (separate)
Content: Angst, no comfort. Mentions of canon typical violence, assumed past Guizhong x Zhongli
DOTTORE
“It seems my beloved has finally thought to visit me.”
You cringed from the overpowering metallic scent as you stepped into your boyfriend’s laboratory, trying hard not to look at the borderline gruesome sights on the clinical beds.
Dottore cleaned the blood off a bone saw he was holding, setting the instrument down carefully before walking towards you - eyes lit up, but holding a gleam different to the maniacal one he usually possessed.
“How was your day, my love?” His voice was humorous. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming lightly while opening the door for you.
“It was fine.” You sighed as you felt the weight of Dottore’s harbinger coat settle across your shoulders, registering the touch of his hand as he pulled you into him and away from the Snezhnayan cold.
“Has that coworker of yours still been bothering you?”
“… Don’t try pretending.”
“Whatever could you be talking about?” The Doctor’s grip on you tightened.
“I wouldn’t wish death on anyone, even if they annoyed me to that extent.” You sighed, finally tilting your head to stare into the planes of your lover’s mask.
“Oh, they’re not dead. Rather, they’ve been subject to some biological modifications of an experimental kind - would you like to see?”
You gritted your teeth.
“I’m hungry, don’t make me lose my appetite.”
“Good thing I have a nice place booked for dinner, my love.”
His compliance was almost uncanny.
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Normal couples gazed affectionately into each other’s eyes over meat and wine, fingers fondly interlaced over the dining table. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to return Dottore’s adoring scarlet gaze, and his hold on your hand felt more like a death trap.
“Is the food to your liking?” He asked. He hadn’t touched any of the vegetables on his plate, only biting into the steak.
“Yes. You should eat greens, too.” You commented.
“Mm. Why don’t you feed me, then?” Dottore only tilted his head, smiling eagerly. Recently, a fear of you being turned into one of the harbinger’s countless experiments had taken hold, and it was this same fear that drove you to play right how he wanted. And so, lifting your fork, you fed him with all the patience you could muster - staring into those deep red eyes, feeling like nothing more than prey. Those eyes would’ve been the last thing many others had seen before their death, the end of their lives marked by that sadistic grin. You almost shuddered at the thought.
Normal couples slept under starry nights reflected in their star crossed hearts as they cuddled close under soft sheets. Normality was such a strange concept, you decided. Despite the fact that you were doing just what normal couples should, the situation was still absurd. However, your fear of becoming another one of the harbinger’s lab rats wasn’t unfounded. You mulled over this fact, almost snorting at the juxtaposition. Here you were - wondering if the man who cradled you in his arms would strap you down to a table in the name of research.
“My love, are you still awake?” You felt Dottore’s breath ghost over your neck, his face pressing into your nape. With a rustle, he readjusted the blanket over your shoulders.
“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”
“Nightmares, perhaps? I have a pill you can use for those.”
“No, just… thinking.” You squirmed in Dottore’s hold. His comment only reignited your spiralling train of thought, pushing you further to the point of resolve.
If he could kill his clones - literal versions of himself - then what would stop him from doing the same to you? Even if you remained alive, would you have to continue to tolerate being exposed to such grotesque horrors?
It was simply better to break things off, before you no longer had the option to.
Breakfast.
The first meal of the day, and the last meal you’d share with your boyfriend.
“Dottore.”
“Yes?” The Doctor’s head jerked up immediately from where he was chewing. You could feel the undivided weight of all his attention sinking into you, and for a moment, you faltered. He was notorious for paying little mind to anyone else, and yet, he treated you with the utmost attentiveness. You steeled your resolve.
“I think… we should break up.”
Silence. Then, the grating scrape of cutlery against crockery.
“Why.”
Not a question, more of a demand. You gulped.
“Do you want me to be honest with you?”
“Yes. Is it something I did?”
“I can’t bear your experiments anymore, Dottore. They’ve gone too far, and I don’t think I can stomach living normally with you as if I don’t know the kind of things you do. Even worse, every day I’m wary that I might be your next test subject - whenever I walk into your lab, I wonder when I’ll be the one under your needles. It’s exhausting.”
Another beat of silence. You could see Dottore’s chest rising and falling at an increasingly fast pace, his jaw tensing.
“I would never, ever do that to you. It’s ridiculous that you’d even think that, and as for your prior reason… I can arrange for you to come to the lab less often…”
“So you’re just going to cover my eyes and act like you’re not doing anything with those experiments? I just can’t be ignorant here, nor can I trust you. If you can get rid of your clones so easily, then what am I? What value do I hold-“
“Those creations do not even compare to you.” Dottore finally snapped, slamming his hand down on the table. You flinched, and he felt as though his lung capacity had been halved. His head spun in tandem with the rapid tightening of his heart, his mouth twisting into a scowl.
It hurt Dottore, realising that you didn’t trust him. That all those fond, intimate memories together were just you acting out of fear - or at least, the most recent ones were. It hurt, beyond anything Dottore thought he could inflict on his patients. And even worse, you were frightened of him. The light shaking of your shoulders and the way you flinched were enough indication.
The Doctor enjoyed seeing his victims become terrified, but that same terror on you almost made him feel like he’d been the one stabbed with a scalpel. Foolishly, he’d fallen victim to his own maniacal research tendencies.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant to say… that you can trust me.” Dottore raised his hand towards you to cup your cheek, wincing when you avoided the action.
“I tried to, I really did. But I don’t think I can do it anymore.”
“My love, please.”
The second harbinger was begging. What a strange sight.
“Let me go, Dottore.” You murmured shakily. You saw hesitation, hurt, and anger flit through those vermilion eyes you’d used to love. But that love you held for him had only smouldered into disgust and fear.
“… Then go. Get out of my sight.” Dottore hissed, his teeth clenching at the wary expression on your face.
It was painful, how you walked out without a second glance.
“My love…” Dottore whispered. He stared at the closed door, almost expecting you to return. He repeated the phrase, over and over to himself - his face contorting into an expression he himself couldn’t name. Was there truly an emotion as human as this? It was a twisted, unimaginable feeling the Doctor couldn’t categorise. The syllables came off his quivering lips, as though by uttering them he could make you come back.
But the truth was, your not-so-normal relationship was over. Perhaps, Dottore would return to the normality of his heartless experiments, and you’d return to the normality of a better fate than one you’d endure by his side.
He only regretted not being able to hold you more.
ZHONGLI
There were only two letters between you and your lover, but those two letters seemed to stretch wider every day - ‘I’, and ‘M’. The seemingly infinite synapse between mere ‘mortal’, and ‘immortal’.
Zhongli was undeniably a mortal vessel, but he as a being was not. He’d lived eons before you, loved and hated thousands. He’d experienced things you couldn’t even fathom, and yet, you couldn’t comprehend how he treated you as though your fleeting existence was the centre of his much larger world.
Whenever you looked into Zhongli’s amber eyes, heard his deep laugh, or felt his gentle caress, you could only feel insignificant. After all, he used to be a literal god. You couldn’t help the guilt that gnawed at your conscience, couldn’t stamp out the incessant feeling that he was too good for you, that you couldn’t compare to whatever lovers he’d had in the past.
“How’s the tea, darling?” Zhongli prompted. He sat with his back to the window, basking in an almost ethereal glow.
“Ah, I have yet to try it.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts to raise the cup in front of you. Zhongli only smiled warmly, but the gesture made your hand shake a little. You’d planned to break up with him today, and yet the way he still stared lovingly at you - full of infinite trust - made you feel terrible.
But how many others had he also treated this way? In his life, those others were probably far more special than you, possessing talents far more worthy of a god’s attention.
Suddenly, a shattering sound pierced your ears, and a scalding warmth set into your thigh. You looked down in a daze, before snapping out of it upon realising that you’d dropped the teacup.
“Are you okay?” Zhongli was at your side in an instant, mopping up the spilled tea and collecting the broken fragments of the cup.
“Yeah.” You gritted your teeth again. How dare someone as insignificant as you make Rex Lapis get down on his knees to clean the mess you’d made. It simply made you feel as though you didn’t deserve such a wonderful man at all.
“You’ve been distracted lately. Is there anything I should know about?” Zhongli asked slowly.
“No. Well, yes.” You stammered. You hadn’t planned this out very well, and your heart squeezed tighter.
“Go ahead. You know you can tell me anything, darling.”
A warm hand came to rest against your cheek. You closed your eyes, feeling tears build and slip down your face.
Zhongli wiped at your tears, holding your hands in your lap as he looked up at you worriedly - his thumbs tracing comforting circles on your knuckles. He thought of saying something, before deciding against it. He knew it was better to let you speak first.
“Let’s break up.” You blurted, feeling Zhongli’s fingers come to a complete stop.
“We can work through this, tell me why first. Has something been upsetting you?”
Your tears fell harder. He still showed you so much kindness, never jumping to any conclusions.
“I feel like I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, it makes me feel guilty that someone like me can have you.” You sobbed.
“Darling, you know it makes me happy to just spend time with you. That in itself is fair exchange, no?”
“But what makes that so special? You’ve lived for so long, you could’ve done this with anyone else, and you probably have. Who am I in comparison to someone like Guizhong?”
Through your blurred vision, you could still see Zhongli’s form kneeled by your side. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.
“You and her are both special, in your own way. Why don’t you calm down a little first? I can pour you some more tea.”
“I’m so selfish, Zhongli. I really don’t think I can stay with you.”
“Do you really want to leave that badly?”
Your heart twisted. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace, his soft understanding gaze. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to.
“… Yes.”
“Very well then. You know I won’t stop you, because I just want what’s best for you.”
The light grip on your hands released, and as you stood up everything seemed to spin.
“Thank you… for everything.” You murmured, stealing one last glance at the man you loved - before leaving.
Zhongli remained where he was for some time. In his life, many things came to an end, but this hurt a little more. When Guizhong had left him, it was due to her passing - the youthful Rex Lapis had found someone to blame, to ventilate his grief. But the most crude fact in this situation was that you were still alive, and had chosen to leave him of your own volition. Zhongli himself had made this happen.
However, an archon’s most prized trait was impartiality. Therefore, Zhongli knew that he had to maintain indifference. He refused to let himself chase after you, or force you into anything. It was only unfair, if an immortal were to impose such a fate onto a mortal.
And so, he could only watch as you faded from his life, like the cyclic ebb of waves on an ocean shore.
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Dottore's a very logical man, so he isn't the best at emotionally understanding why you feel anxious in public, he's definitely effective removing you from the situation
Of course, he isn't so much removing you, as he's scaring everyone away with a few simple words:
"Back off or you're all becoming my next experiment"
He'll pull you under his big fluffy jacket and put your head near his beating heart
"Ignore those fools and focus on me"
If you want to leave the event, he'll go with you
If he has to stay, his clone will escort you out
Dottore's a very logical man, if there's a problem, he'll solve it
content: nsfw, drugging, power imbalance, riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation, you're his lab rat <3 reblogs & comments appreciated!
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Life as a fairly new Fatui recruit wasn't easy.
Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't the ridiculously difficult training or the harsh Snezhnayan temperatures that gnawed at your resolve most, but the attention of one particular Harbinger that was on you almost constantly.
Dottore, it seemed, had taken a liking to you, and there was absolutely nothing you were able to do about it.
His sheer presence made you feel on edge, his deep voice causing a shiver to shoot up your spine whenever his warm breath grazed your ear — though you would have been a liar had you said you didn't enjoy it to a certain extent.
That, however, was your biggest mistake; you had gotten too used to him and his shenanigans, had let your guard down with the thought that you knew him well by now.
It was why you hadn't even thought to protest when a syringe, filled with some glowing liquid, had been pushed into one of your veins, though you now knew better.
It had been a mistake, a situation in which you had failed to be cautious.
Now you were suffering the consequences of your naivety.
“You're panting quite a bit”, Dottore commented, his tone entirely even as if you weren't currently bouncing up and down on his dick. “How are you feeling? Talk to me, darling.” A chuckle. “There's hardly any need to be shy right now.”
Your shyness was not the issue right now; the aphrodisiac coursing through your body was making it hard to form a coherent thought, yet alone to word an explanation about what you were feeling.
You had no idea, honestly; everything was terribly overwhelming, and even though you had already cum twice, you were still riding Dottore with sheer endless desperation, your need for more pleasure never quelling.
Sweat dripped down your neck, down the swell of your tits and, Archons, had it always been this hot in his lab?
Suddenly, a sharp pain caused you to flinch as Dottore meanly pinched one of your nipples between his fingers; you clenched around his dick on instinct, the action accompanied by a lewd squelching noise.
“When I ask you a question, sweetheart, I expect a response.” Smooth leather dragged over your skin as his thumb circled around your pebbled nipple, making you mewl. “How are you feeling?”
Your mind felt hazy; your thoughts entirely muddled. You were barely able to focus on anything but the way your thighs trembled in exhaustion as you continued to lift yourself up before dropping back down onto his dick, the fat tip nudging against what you swore was your cervix as you did so.
“Hot”, you eventually choked out, your voice shaking just as badly as your body did. “So hot—, wanna cum, sir, please.”
Dottore merely hummed in response. He tilted his head to the side, strands of blue hair spilling over his cheeks while he wrote your, arguably lackluster, description down on a notepad. Then, his lips curled into a smirk. “You want to cum? Again? You're quite selfish, love.”
“Sir, please—” Your sight blurred with tears, though you didn't even dare hope for any pity.
If you had learned one thing in the meantime of working underneath him, then that Dottore enjoyed seeing you cry.
“Seriously, didn't you already cum twice? Why don't you focus on pleasuring me first? You don't want me to think of you as greedy, or do you?” Dottore snickered as he reached down, his gloved finger only so much as feathering over your aching clit, and yet you came almost immediately with a high-pitched keen.
Your back arched as tears spilled over your tears, your cunt clenching down hard around his dick and, Archons, you really weren't sure just how much more of this you were able to take. You already felt like you were close to passing out; you all but collapsed against his chest a moment later, your muscles having turned into jelly.
“Heightened sensitivity”, he observed, a teasing lilt to his voice. “As well as enhanced stamina, or so I'd believe. Perhaps you're just a slut, hm? A whore who likes to fuck herself stupid on my cock. That's adorably pathetic.”
“Sir”, you whined in response, though, before you were able to continue, Dottore clicked his tongue at you.
“Did I say you were allowed to stop? Come on, now. I still haven't finished.” The corners of his mouth twitched into a grin. His next words made pure dread spread through you; “Though, if you're not motivated anymore, I guess I still have some more doses of that aphrodisiac left.”
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ayato: he loves to see your legs straddled as you face him, eyebrows scrunched up as his fat cock plunges against your sopping wet cunt, loves how your tits bounce when he whispers and demands you to try harder. “i don’t think we both are getting a release at that pace, my love,” loves pinching your nipples between his index finger and thumb, loving how you whimper and clench around him even more at that. “god— you are so needy, i love every second of it. do you ache for me that much, darling?” when he sees you are getting slightly exhausted, leaning your forehead against his shoulder; he switches positions slightly, holding your thighs up with just his palm, and railing you over and over until he finds your sweet spot, until he makes you tip off the edge, sobbing with pleasure.
itto: mmm, this man screams full nelson. he is big and buff, his long fingers wrap around your plush thighs perfectly, nails making just the right amount of indents as he thrusts inside your weeping hole, smirking at how your moans turn into screams. “gosh~ aww! you are soo little, just too fit (thrust) of a fuck hole (thrust) for me,” he loves how messed up, how surrendering it is for you. you can’t do anything except take it, like his champ! “fuuck~ look atcha~ milkin’ me like that, makin’ a run for my mora eh lil slut?” you whine and let your walls wrap around his cock, choking his veinny member until he groans out. “agh- fuck- god~ y’ wanna cum sweetheart? y’ wanna cum my lil babygirl? go ahead, make a mess over the one and oni, and i’ll fill you up until you can’t take it, kay? that’s a promise. you know i’m not the one to half-ass things babe? ;)”
dottore: listen. idk why 🤷🏻♀️ but i just feel like he loves to see you fuck yourself with a dildo just as his size while he is working. the sight of you naked, whimpering and moaning as it vibrates against you and kneeling down as the machine fucks you just right? idk -,-‘ just fits right. “sshh~ need to concentrate,” he smirks while putting the setting higher, watching your mouth agape at the feeling as you cup your mouth with your hands, trying your best to be obedient for him. “please- sir, i- wanna-” you whine, getting close to the edge again and watching the movements disappear. “no, don’t be filthy enough to cum with just anything, patience and i’ll reward you, got it?” and he does, with his own member shoved snug between your folds. ;)
pantalone: loves the cutesy and adorbs 🥰 position of the bench press :3 he loves shoving your legs up, locked beneath his arms as his cock hits all the right spots for you. “my god, angel. you sound breathtaking. come on, moan for me more, feel free to scream my name, okay? you are owned by the richest harbinger in snezhnaya. so put on a show for me darling,” he kisses your already sore nipples. (he likes to gently tug at em with his teeth okay?). he ensures you feel him deep, cockwarming you after making you cum and filling you up with his. he likes none of it to escape. “don’t you dare, let any of it go to waste. you got it sweetheart?” he gently; yet somehow intimidatingly cooes. you nod with a soft smile, blissful exhaustion all over your face as you hug him and cuddle him all night xx
childe: mirror sex, mirror fucking sex with doggy style. he loves to make you watch yourself, as your breasts jiggle with every thrust, just in front of the mirror. “god, you like that don’t you? like watching yourself? mm? why won’t you— you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, girlie,” he cooes, spanking your ass and tugging your hair. “look at that expression, you little painslut, do you like it that much huh?” his other, gloved hand is eager to stimulate your sensitive, swollen clit. (his fingeyz are LONG ok?) “mmngh~ childe- please! wan-” you are reduced to incoherent babbles, tears welling up your eyes from feeling oh so good. “go ahead lovely, go ahead my princess, come all over me,”
