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he's such a cutie 😽

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theme ate 😻🩷

Thankyouu I’m not even done yet, expect me to update by Friday

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I Swear people are sick making twin incest for smoke and stack

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙞𝙞 & 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ♡ 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚:

✿ 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠, 𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙.

✿ 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝟭𝟴+ 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

✿ 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 “𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.” 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙.

✿ 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙.

✿ 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚:

• 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮

• 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚

✿ 𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨.

𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 ♡

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Requests are currently closed at the moment! I am creating my master list and editing my account to my likes.

I will finish my current requests and they will be closed.

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I need a new pink theme what should I do?????

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I was wondering if you could do more smoke and stack black!fem!curvy/plusize!reader

pretty and plush

Smokestack twins x black!femcurvyplusize!reader

Mdni 18+

That thought kept echoing in your head, loud even under the bass thudding through the club walls. You weren’t the girl who partied. You weren’t bold or flashy. You were soft. The kind

that avoided crowds, and barely spoke unless someone spoke to you first.

But tonight… you let your friends talk you into something different.

They’d bought you a hus tracksuit that hugged every dip and curve, hyped you up with glitter gloss and soft curls. They said it was your night to be seen. That you were beautiful, thick in the best ways, and needed to act like it.

You didn’t believe it. Not really.

But then you stepped into the club.

And they saw you.

Smoke and Stack.

You didn’t know they were here. Wouldn’t have come if you had.

But the moment you looked up and saw them through the crowd, Elijah’s dark stare locked on your, Elias’s slow grin stretching across his face like with that gold glint.

You knew it was too late.

You tried to disappear back into the crowd, heart pounding, nerves buzzing. You just needed to make it to the bathroom.

But they didn’t give you that chance.

“Damn, Big Mama,” Stack said, catching you near the back wall. “Out here lookin’ like this and didn’t think to tell nobody?”

You startled, swallowing hard, eyes on the floor. “I didn’t know y’all were here…”

“That right?” he asked, eyes dragging down your body slow and hot. “So all this softness just for you, huh?”

You nodded once, voice barely audible. “I wasn’t tryin’ to be seen.”

Stack chuckled low. “You gon always be seen around us.”

You flinched when a second presence stepped behind you. Elijah. Quiet and still. He didn’t speak right away, he just stood there, his stare made the hairs on your neck stick up.

“You came out here alone?” he asked, low.

“With friends,” you murmured. “I think they’re still on the dance floor.”

“You think?” he echoed.

Your stomach flipped.

“You always look pretty and when somebody appreciate it you wanna disappear.” Stack murmured.

“I just wanted to feel nice.”

“You look better than nice,” Elijah said behind you.

You looked up at him shyly and that was your mistake.

Because he didn’t look away.

Didn’t blink.

Just stared you down like you’d just signed your name on something serious.

“You wore this for attention,” Stack said, his hand brushing the bare skin of your upper arm. “You just didn’t think it’d be ours.”

“I didn’t mean nothin’ by it,” you whispered.

Stack leaned in. “You sure?” His hand slid around your waist, fingers splaying low on your back. “You look so good right now”

You couldn’t speak.

“Say the word,” Elijah murmured, voice dark. “And we’ll take you outta here.”

Your breath caught.

“We’ll take real good care of you, Muffin,” Stack said, thumb stroking the side of your waist. “Ain’t gotta talk. Ain’t gotta explain.”

“I-I don’t usually…” you trailed off, voice tiny.

“We know,” Elijah said, stepping in behind you now, his chest at your back. “Let us show you”

Stack smiled slow. “That’s all we need.”

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You didn’t remember the drive.

Didn’t remember what song was playing, or how long it took to get there.

All you remembered was Stack holding your hand the whole way, thumb brushing over your knuckles, and Elijah’s hand firm on your thigh, never moving, never hesitating.

By the time the car pulled into the quiet driveway, your hands were shaking in your lap.

You weren’t scared. But you were overwhelmed. These were them.

Elias. Elijah.

Smoke and Stack.

They weren’t just fine, they were dangerous. Everybody knew it. Everyone warned you. But none of that mattered when their hands were on you.

Stack opened your door, then stood with his arm resting on the frame, watching you with that slow, crooked grin. “You still with us, Muffin?”

You looked up at him shyly. “Yeah.”

He reached for you. “Come on, baby.”

The house was quiet when you walked in. Big, but not showy. Clean. Dark walls, soft lights, hardwood floors that echoed the sound of your heels like a heartbeat.

Stack closed the door behind you with a soft click. Elijah brushed past silently, locking it.

Then it was just the three of you.

No music. No club lights. Just the sound of your breath catching in your throat as you stood in their living room — curves wrapped in a dress that suddenly felt way too tight, eyes too wide, heart in your throat.

Stack came up behind you. “Relax.”

“I’m okay,” you whispered.

“You sure?” Elijah asked, watching you from across the room with that unreadable look on his face, the one that always made your stomach flip. “You can say stop anytime.”

He stepped in front of you, eyes dragging over your body like he’d been starving. “ lemme see you.”

Your hands twitched at your sides. “Here?”

Elijah stepped in behind you, voice low in your ear. “You trust us?”

You swallowed. “Yes.”

“Then let us take care of you.”

Stack’s fingers reached for the zipper of your jacket unzipping it.

“Take these off” smokes hand tapped on your bottoms.

You obeyed, heart hammering.

You stripped the rest down until you stood in just your bra and panties, heels still on, curls falling softly around your shoulders.

Stack let out a soft whistle. “Goddamn.”

Elijah’s fingers brushed your waist from behind. “Beautiful.”

You froze under their eyes, arms instinctively coming up to cover your stomach but Elijah caught your wrists gently, pulling them back down.

“Don’t hide,” he said.

You bit your lip.

“You ever been touched like this before?” Stack asked.

You shook your head slowly. “No.”

Both of them stilled.

“Not even a little?” Stack asked, brows raised.

“Not like… this,” you whispered. “Not… both.”

“Then we gon’ take our time, Make sure it feel right” Elijah said his voice making that heat pool in your panties.

Stack leaned down and kissed you,soft at first, lips barely brushing yours. Then firmer, deeper, until you gasped into his mouth.

Elijah’s hands slid up your sides, over your ribs, unhooking your bra with one smooth motion. You shivered when it fell.

“You cold?” he murmured, breath on your neck.

“No,” you said, barely audible.

“Good.”

Stack dropped to his knees in front of you, mouth trailing kisses along your belly, his hands smoothing down your thighs.“Softest thing I ever touched.”

He kissed the inside of your thigh, then higher. “You smell good as hell.”

“Elijah,” you whispered, overwhelmed.

He was already pulling you gently into his chest, holding you steady as Stack’s hands slipped under the band of your panties and dragged them down your thighs, slow.

Elijah tilted your face up. “Look at me, baby.”

You did.

Stack kissed the soft flesh just above your knee. “You feelin’ shy still?”

You nodded.

“That’s alright,” Elijah said. “Be shy. Just don’t run.”

Then Elias’s tongue met you — and everything broke.

You gasped, knees trembling, body jerking back into Elijah’s chest.

“Oh—!”

“Easy,” Elijah said, tightening his grip on your waist. “We got you.”

Stack moaned into you like he couldn’t help it. “You so damn sweet.”

You whimpered when he licked again, slow and deep, tongue pressing where it hurt sweetest. Elijah held your hands in his, keeping you still, grounding you.

“Let it happen,” Elijah whispered. “You don’t gotta do nothin’.”

And you didn’t.

You just stood there, trembling, panting, fingers clutching Elijah’s, while Elias devoured you with a hunger that made you want to cry. It was too much. Too good. Too new.

Then he added a finger.

You bucked.

“Stack—!”

“I know, baby,” he groaned. “I know.”

You came embarrassingly fast, body curling into Elijah’s arms as you moaned through it.

And they praised you for it.

“Just like that,” Elijah said, kissing your temple.

You were still panting when Stack rose, mouth glistening, eyes dark.

They took you to the bedroom. Lifted you onto the bed like you were the most precious thing in the world. Elijah kissed your thighs while Stack mouthed at your chest, both of them everywhere at once.

When Elijah slid inside you, slow and thick, you cried out.

But Stack was there,licking and kissing your neck.

“Shh,” he whispered. “you doing so good.”

You moaned his name, breath breaking.

“Shh. We got you.”

Elijah moved slow, deep, filling you over and over while Stack whispered everything in your ear, how good you felt, and how pretty your moans were.

“You under us, eyes rollin’ back, callin’ our names like you need it.” Stack said, voice rough.

“She does,” Elijah growled, thrusting deeper. “She need all of it.”

You came again harder this time, a sob wracking your body as you clenched around Elijah.

Stack kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.

“That’s it, baby. That’s our sweet girl.”

When Elijah finally finished inside you, he pulled out slow, leaning down kissing your lips.

Then Stack laid you flat again, stroking your thighs, your belly.

“You okay?”

You nodded weakly.

“You want me too?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide. “Please.”

He groaned.

Then he kissed you and fucked you soft, slow, deep.

And when he came, he said your name like a prayer.

Tag list: @chrisevansmentee @queenofklonnie22 @christinabae @cocooned-butterfly @midnightmemoirsofher

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Dude I’m such a slut for possessive/ territorial Smoke. 😩 I never get tired of seeing the new ways he just appears and inserts himself into the reader’s space; stoic, dominating, making it impossible for the reader to ignore. Like he clocked where home and his safe space was ages ago and is patiently waiting for the reader to catch up. Don’t get me started if the reader doesn’t fall in line. 😍

I’m glad you enjoy my writing more coming soon!!!

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Going through a crisis rn I can’t login my coquette based acc because I didn’t put my current number or put any emailll

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I just saw a fan art of remmick eating out Sammie y’all taking this shit too far!!!!

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Yess like I need that!!!

I just love me some Smoke. Love a grown ass, silent ass, confident ass man. Something about a man that doesn’t gotta say SHIT for everyone to know he’s in the room. A man who means what tf he says. He said FAWK all that talk, I’m bout that action 😫 Also a man that LOVES black women 🫦 It’s always gon be Smoke fah me!

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The quiet kind

Smoke x black!reader

Synopsis: what’s it’s like having Elijah as a bully alone.

Having Elijah as a bully didn’t mean being shoved embarrassed in front of crowds or him pouring milk on you like in the movies.

No.

His meanness was the quiet kind.

The kind you carried home with you. The kind that made you second-guess how you spoke to him, how you looked at him, how you breathed around him.

He never yelled. Never made scenes. Unlike his brother.

But you felt his eyes on you from the moment you walked into the room.

You were soft. You’d always been soft.

You liked pink things bows, gloss, notebooks with round stickers and highlighters in every shade of yellow and pink.

You said “excuse me” even when you didn’t need to. And you’d known Elijah since you were little back when he barely talked.

But college Elijah?

He was still quiet. Just colder now.

Quieter. Bigger. Meaner.

He’d call you “Peaches” because whrn ypu were in middle school ypu ate peaches combined with your lunch. The nickname stuck like honey, but it didn’t sound warm when it came from his mouth.

More like a warning.

“Move over peaches,” he muttered once, sliding into the seat beside you without asking.

You moved.

Even if your heart jumped. Even if your skin heated.

He never said thank you.

Elijah didn’t mess with other girls. He didn’t even talk to most of them.But with you?

It was constant.

He didn’t speak often, but when he did, it was always pointed. Always enough to make your stomach twist.

“Don’t wear this skirt it’s too short.”

“Your perfume loud as hell. Who you tryna impress?”

You’d always shrink when he spoke to you like that. Push your glasses up your nose and mumble something, voice small.

“I just like it.”

He’d smack his lips. But he’d never stop looking.

Never stopped watching you as you moved through campus eyes dragging over your socks, your gloss,and glasses.

And every time he was near, it was like you forgot how to breathe right.

He sat besideyou in your core classes. Every. Day.

You tried switching seats once.

When you came in and took the back row, he looked right at you, jaw ticking.

“Don’t play with me.” he said.

You stared at him, confused.

“I just thought—”

“You thought wrong.Peaches move.” His words final.

You didn’t argue.

You never did.

You sat down beside him, spine stiff, and felt the weight of his gaze the whole period.

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He didn’t steal your things. Not exactly.

He’d wait until you left for the bathroom and delete one of your paragraphs on your essay, just sly and petty stuff.

You didn’t even notice until later.

When you caught him doing it again, you frowned at him.

“…Why do you do that?”

He looked up slowly. Didn’t smile.

“Do what?”

You hugged your arms tighter around your notebook. “Mess with my stuff.”

“You mess with your own head too much,” he muttered.

That didn’t make any sense.

But with Elijah, nothing ever did.

The scariest thing wasn’t his voice, or the way he looked at you, or even how he could make you feel dumb without saying much.

It was how he noticed everything.

You wore a new lip gloss, he stared too long.

You didn’t smile as much one week he leaned in just slightly and asked, “what’s the problem?”

You shook your head fast.

But your throat was tight the rest of the day.

Because he never asked anything just to be nice. He asked because he saw it. Because he knew something was off.

Because he always paid attention.

Even when you didn’t want him to.

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Once, a guy tried to flirt with you outside the library.

You didn’t even notice Elijah nearby.

But you felt him when he showed up. “Move,” he said to the guy, voice low, calm.

The guy blinked. “Yo, chill, man. I was just—”

“Did I ask what you were just doin’?”

Silence.

You looked down, heart in your throat.The boy left without another word.

Elijah looked at you like you were the problem.

“Don’t piss me off peaches,” he said.

“He just asked for my name.”

He tilted his head.

“You give it to him?”

“…No.”

He nodded once. Like that was how it was supposed to be.

Then he walked away.

And you stood there, pink notebook clutched to your chest, trying to understand what just happened.

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Elijah never confessed.

Never explained why he messed with you more than anyone else.

Why he always ended up walking behind you after class. Why he said mean things so softly that they stick with you.

But you never told anyone about it either.

Because if you were honest…

You kind of waited for him.

For the sound of his voice. For the brush of his shoulder when he passed. For the weight of his attention.

But maybe it meant something that he always saw you.

Divider by: @cursed-carmine

Tag list: @chrisevansmentee @queenofklonnie22 @christinabae @cocooned-butterfly

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Chapter 7: You Still Too Warm for This

Stack x black!reader

Times like this I watch her for a little too long.

Leg all kicked out the blanket, mouth open just a little. Like she too sweet to even dream hard., cheeks flushed from earlier.

And I can’t stop starin’.Ain’t nothin’ peaceful about the way I’m lookin’ at her.

Not with this ache behind my teeth.

Not while watching the blood rush in her veins beneath skin I done touched a hundred times but never tasted.

With Temptation

I sit real still in the dark.

Watch real close.

Tryin’ to talk myself out of it.But Amerie? She make it worse.

She soft, spoiled, sweet like ripe fruit at dusk. And I know the sound she’d make if I sank my teeth in.

Know how her body would arch. Know how she’d cling to me, gaspin’.I done imagined it more times than I’ll ever admit.

I whisper, glancin’ at her chest, slow and steady with breath. “You trust me too much.”

And she do.

She let me in her space. Let me lay on her. Kiss her. Touch her neck with my mouth too close every damn night.

Like she don’t know what I am.

Maybe that’s the whole problem.

She told me last week she wanted it.Wanted to be turned. Immortal. Mine in every way.

She ain’t know what she was askin’ for.

She just look at me like I’m a storm she’d rather drown in than live without. And a part in me wanna give her that.

Wanna keep her forever.

Wanna stop time in her blood and call her mine in ways she can’t take back.

But then nights like this come ‘round when she wear red,show out, and kiss me and I realize…

I’m losin’ hold.

I get up slow.Stand over her.She smell like honey and sweat and heat. I press a hand to her thigh. Just a touch. Just to ground myself.

Her skin is warm.

“Still got that warm in you.”

She stirs a little.One hand reaches out for me in her sleep, fingers curl around my wrist.Don’t even open her eyes.

Just finds me.

My chest goes tight.

Don’t take what you can’t give back.

I kneel down beside her, press my head on her chest.And I stay there.So I can hear her heart thumpin. So I can hear the blood running through her

And I promise myself that I’ll wait.

Because she deserve a man who can give her forever without takin’ her fire away.

And I don’t know if I can be that.

But I’m tryin’.

Tag list: @chrisevansmentee @queenofklonnie22 @christinabae @cocooned-butterfly

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Cutting my stack series short to 10 because I honestly forget about it while writing one shots 

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Can’t all of us writers just get along and be black women in peace😭😭🙏🏾🙏🏾