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being horny and on ur period is the worst :(

where’s Johnny when you need him

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Simon not having access to food during his childhood because his father was a downright asshole who liked controlling every aspect of his life.

So he just watches, standing behind you, while you grate cheddar for mac n cheese recipe.

You turn over your shoulder, blinking at the look of fascination and something unspoken on his face, and finally taking a handful of grated cheese, then without saying anything taking it to his lips that part open at your soft nudging smile.

Simon gives your fingertips a closed mouth kiss as he swallows down slowly.

His eyes getting brighter.

Just like that, he built a home with you.

Masterlist

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cooking up the angstiest angst you may ever angst

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The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them.

yall should read DWSU!!! this lil drawing was sparked because of that story <3 i love it so much

also check out the creator who makes many other wonderful stories! @ilium-ilia

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there are two sides of my tumblr feed

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you and price have come to sleep in different beds. not because you secretly hate each other, not because youre planning to separate. its because he snores. so. fucking. loud.

for the first few years, you dealt with it, because you just wanted to be close to him when he was back from deployments, and you always just felt like it was the right thing to do as a couple. but as the “military-spouse” thing got easier, the snoring was driving you more insane. you didn’t think you’d lose as much sleep as you have over some simple gurglings and grunts, but it got to the point where you had snapped at him a few times in the middle of the day.

you guys are so much happier now, honestly. it may seem weird to some, but it works for the two of you. and if you want to sleep in the same bed, you always can. you still make a habit of staying the night with him the days before and after deployment.

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me in ap stats if you even care (this is calc whatever)

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dearest mach,

here is my application to be moots

thank you for your time :3

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GOD DAMN

lmk if you need a backpack 🫠

Helloo peeps

I need help haha

First of all I need ideas for TikToks

Second

I need your help to get those videos viral ahha (hence why i am askin for ideas lol)

Imma be real honest I would like to make money with TikTok (if it works out) next to my full time job so I can get my dream bike and so I can take care of my family better

I was thinkin abt doin a donation link thingy so anyone who wants to, can donate to it but tbh I would feel bad abt that haha

So TikTok it is haha

Soooo if you got ideas what I could record for Tiktok hit me up haha

That’s abt it

Hope y’all have a wonderful day/night ^^

Ghost out

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love this 🤗🫢

Just fluff ig

Things aren't always as you think they are, and that also applies to your very stoic, big, and quiet monster of a man, which also happens to be your husband.

He isn't affectionate, not in the normal sense at least. But for you he's perfect.

It's something complicated to explain, it's almost poetic how you both compliment each other so well, how your bodies seem to fit together, they connect as you are quick to climb on top of him as he watches TV, his big hand sprawled on the back of your waist, but it's only like that for a few minutes, before you get tired of the position and get up, you kiss his forehead and he gives your hair a last stroke before you move to do something else.

You're both like cats, demanding affections and then leaving as soon as it gets a tad bit too much.

Like the moment Simon arrives from a long deployment, he hugs you on the front door, not even letting you close it before he's engulfing you with his big frame, his nose pressed against your neck, and just a gruff "Missed you" leaves his chapped lips. You put your hands on his back, gently stroke it, not knowing if he had a bruise, or a new scar marring his skin, you don't care, in the sense where you don't mind the scars, but you do care about him being injured.

A few moments pass before he lets go of you and you do too, before he lets out a.

"I'm sorry luv, I'm so tired"

And you just nod, soft smile on your face as you accompany him to the bedroom, you help him undress, and then he dissapears into the bathroom for a good hour9, before he comes out, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still a bit damp, and just when he finishes putting on his pajamas, he collapses onto the bed into a very deep sleep, which usually meant for you to not interrupt it.

Simon isn't used to cuddling while he sleeps, specially since he gets startled easy, just a small shift on your dreams and he's awake. And to be honest, you had gotten used to it, sometimes it was a bit suffocating having a big arm clutching at you for life when you're trying to sleep.

And it's perfect, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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i love how everyone collectively agrees that soap is the horniest mf alive and a complete MUNCH

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oh yall liked this one huh 😏 noted

18+ thoughts about ghost angst-smut-comfort-fluff-idk (tw domestic violence mentions, dissociation)

ik a lot of people like to headcanon that ghost would be really rough during sex and he would just use you—and i love it. not trying to shame anyone because i love reading that shit—but i honestly dont think he would ever hit you, or choke you, or degrade you.

Simon already had problems with intimacy. When you started dating, you were lucky when he squeezed your hand while you were watching movies together. It took a while before you even kissed, let alone had sex. And he was so sweet, always asking if you were okay, always making sure you were satisfied.

But you wanted a little bit more.

The one time you asked for more roughness, he was immediately hesitant. He even avoided eye-contact. You told him you wanted to be called a whore, you wanted him to spit on you, but even so, his throat clenched at the thought, and not in excitement. In dread. But he loves you. And how could he say no when you mentioned it so sweetly, reassuring him that there was no pressure on him if he didn’t want to do it?

He was fine, at first. He gave your ass a little smack when you began, and you giggled. He smiled. You were okay. You were enjoying it.

But then, as things got more heated, your legs wrapped around his bare torso, you gently took hold of his wrist, and brought it to your neck. Simon practically froze in place. The sight of his hand on your neck, you urging him to squeeze just a little, made his stomach drop.

And then the memories. Oh, the memories.

His mother, losing circulation to her brain as his father tore her in for some miniscule passive agressive remark she made towards him. Simon, only twelve years old, screaming, pleading for his father to stop. Tommy trying and failing to shield his eyes as he took Simon to his room, locking the door before grabbing the headphones. Tommy put them over his ears, as if they could force Simon to forget what was happening.

And then your voice brought him back. He saw the look in your eyes: concerned, caring. He looked down at where your bodies met, and noticed that he had softened, his arousal shriveled into dust. He shook his head slightly, eyes glazed over, expression numb. And then, without another word, he got off the bed, put on his boxers, and headed for the bathroom.

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He tried. He really tried to get himself going again. Tried a few strokes, only to feel sick to his stomach. Thought of you naked, but then his mind traveled back to his hand on your throat. He couldn’t get it up again.

When he looked in the mirror, he saw the same broken boy from that day, and his jaw clenched.

But when you softly knocked on the door, he surprisingly opened it and let you in.

You didn’t pry, didn’t question, didn’t say a goddamn word. As if soothing a cat that was scared from a thunder strike, you hummed and embraced him from behind, cheek resting against his back, being careful not to make any sudden movements. It didn’t take long before his shoulders untensed.

If Simon Riley taught you anything, it’s that you don’t need to say anything to show your love to someone, and he preferred it that way. You knew it. So you stood there like an anchor and showed him.

After a few minutes, Simon turned around in your arms. He looked tired.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured finally, voice shaky. “I can’t…”

“No, Simon,” you interrupted him. “Don’t ever be sorry for protecting your peace. I never want to do something that you don’t want to. Okay?”

His eyes softened, brows lowering as he stared at you. How did he get so lucky? He always wondered that.

“Okay.”

You two decided on cuddling for the night and trying again much softer in the morning. You couldn’t deny that the vanilla sex was a bit boring, but at the same time, being with Simon never felt boring.

Plus, he went down on you like you were his favorite breakfast, so you couldn’t complain.

blehhhhh :P

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I JUST READ ALL OF THIS AND IM SO UPSET THAT TUMBLR HID THIS GEM OF A STORY FROM ME!!!! i love everything about this please give us more 🙏🙏

these scenes are so drawable!!

Come Home, My Darling *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

□♡ SERIES MASTERLIST // ONGOING

NAVIGATION MASTERLIST

AO3 VERSION

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SYNOPSIS

John Price lives in two different worlds. The one where he kills and cleanses the world, and the one where he's nothing but a man that loves his family. In a perfect world, those two never shake hands.

After a previous event that leaves his family in witness protection, John's world is once again flipped upside down. This time, he isn't sure whether or not he can take action before it’s too late.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SERIES WARNINGS

Graphic descriptions of violence/torture, potential sexual content, vivid descriptions of mental health, a hell of a lot of angst. More potentially to be added.

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PROLOGUE ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

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18+ thoughts about ghost angst-smut-comfort-fluff-idk (tw domestic violence mentions, dissociation)

ik a lot of people like to headcanon that ghost would be really rough during sex and he would just use you—and i love it. not trying to shame anyone because i love reading that shit—but i honestly dont think he would ever hit you, or choke you, or degrade you.

Simon already had problems with intimacy. When you started dating, you were lucky when he squeezed your hand while you were watching movies together. It took a while before you even kissed, let alone had sex. And he was so sweet, always asking if you were okay, always making sure you were satisfied.

But you wanted a little bit more.

The one time you asked for more roughness, he was immediately hesitant. He even avoided eye-contact. You told him you wanted to be called a whore, you wanted him to spit on you, but even so, his throat clenched at the thought, and not in excitement. In dread. But he loves you. And how could he say no when you mentioned it so sweetly, reassuring him that there was no pressure on him if he didn’t want to do it?

He was fine, at first. He gave your ass a little smack when you began, and you giggled. He smiled. You were okay. You were enjoying it.

But then, as things got more heated, your legs wrapped around his bare torso, you gently took hold of his wrist, and brought it to your neck. Simon practically froze in place. The sight of his hand on your neck, you urging him to squeeze just a little, made his stomach drop.

And then the memories. Oh, the memories.

His mother, losing circulation to her brain as his father tore her in for some miniscule passive agressive remark she made towards him. Simon, only twelve years old, screaming, pleading for his father to stop. Tommy trying and failing to shield his eyes as he took Simon to his room, locking the door before grabbing the headphones. Tommy put them over his ears, as if they could force Simon to forget what was happening.

And then your voice brought him back. He saw the look in your eyes: concerned, caring. He looked down at where your bodies met, and noticed that he had softened, his arousal shriveled into dust. He shook his head slightly, eyes glazed over, expression numb. And then, without another word, he got off the bed, put on his boxers, and headed for the bathroom.

•••

He tried. He really tried to get himself going again. Tried a few strokes, only to feel sick to his stomach. Thought of you naked, but then his mind traveled back to his hand on your throat. He couldn’t get it up again.

When he looked in the mirror, he saw the same broken boy from that day, and his jaw clenched.

But when you softly knocked on the door, he surprisingly opened it and let you in.

You didn’t pry, didn’t question, didn’t say a goddamn word. As if soothing a cat that was scared from a thunder strike, you hummed and embraced him from behind, cheek resting against his back, being careful not to make any sudden movements. It didn’t take long before his shoulders untensed.

If Simon Riley taught you anything, it’s that you don’t need to say anything to show your love to someone, and he preferred it that way. You knew it. So you stood there like an anchor and showed him.

After a few minutes, Simon turned around in your arms. He looked tired.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured finally, voice shaky. “I can’t…”

“No, Simon,” you interrupted him. “Don’t ever be sorry for protecting your peace. I never want to do something that you don’t want to. Okay?”

His eyes softened, brows lowering as he stared at you. How did he get so lucky? He always wondered that.

“Okay.”

You two decided on cuddling for the night and trying again much softer in the morning. You couldn’t deny that the vanilla sex was a bit boring, but at the same time, being with Simon never felt boring.

Plus, he went down on you like you were his favorite breakfast, so you couldn’t complain.

blehhhhh :P

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made this for my playlist cover lol

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meow

Hello there

I am very sorry for not posting for ages life is lifing and it’s kinda hard sometimes to manage everything haha

Anyways

I just wanted to let y’all know I am still alive and that I am doin good ^^

Hopefully I’ll be able to post a bit more soon but we’ll see haha

Ghost out

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muah gorgeous

Lost in You

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(Sorry it took so long @prettyfaux)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SUMMARY

Kyle is back from a long deployment and deepens the intimacy he shares with you, unlocking a side of him he didn’t know he had.

FANDOM: Call of Duty

PAIRINGS: Kyle Garrick x female!reader

WORD COUNT: 2,327 words

WARNINGS: SMUT, breeding kink, oral (female receiving), mentions of birth control, no mention of pregnancy, sweet and possessive Kyle

◇ Notes: This is my first full smut piece, so if it’s bad, forgive me. I tried and I am very nervous, so please be nice if you judge. I went completely out of my element for this, but for Kyle I will do anything.

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KYLE DIDN’T KNOW WHEN HIS JAW STARTED ACHING. When his brain muddled and coagulated into a heavy need to mark his territory like some rutting mutt victim to instinct. But for the past week, he had been beyond sensitive. It must’ve been the long deployment. He was simply a pent-up bastard that would be fine when he blew one load.

Wrong.

Kyle was riddled with an intense, fiery desire. It bubbled in his core and muddled all the flighty synapses in his brain. He had some sort of brain damage, caught in an endless loop of rutting. It was exhausting, but at the same time, he never wanted it to end.

Maybe he could pinpoint the exact moment he turned into some sex crazed mammoth, humping and mounting you the second he got the chance.

Your honeyed moans would echo in his ears for a long time. The pitch in your voice got higher the closer you got to your orgasm. He could feel every flutter and spasm of your soppy walls around his dexterous fingers. He was determined to undo your sanity before he ever pinned your body down and had his sweet way with you.

He was always ruthless when he got back from deployment. He could’ve been the mutt that mindlessly used up its toy, but he always favored a slower approach. Ruin brought on gradually was just, if not more, rewarding. He loved watching your pupils dilating, your body tensing, and your voice wavering with desperate arousal as he explored you methodically.

There was no need to rush the reunion, not when he found such a delectable treat and made it his own.

He had you on your back as he buried two fingers in your clenching heat, long digits reaching perfectly. He curled at the knuckle and pressed along your walls until he heard the delicious hitch in your breath. He worked you there, mouth lowering to seal along your clit to aid the process.

He groaned against you, feeling the natural flutter of your body as you instinctively rocked into him. You whined as you stimulated yourself alongside his own ministrations. You both had your pleasure fine-tuned, knowing exactly which buttons to press for peak enjoyment.

He felt the way you melted into him completely, trusting him implicitly with your body. You’re so sweet for him, offering yourself to your pent-up soldier who worked so hard to rid the world of bastards who would love to destroy pretty things like you.

You’re his slice of heaven. And while he lapped at the nectar between your legs, it’s less about getting off and reaching the final peak than it was reminding himself that he had something to cherish. Had a lively mass of flesh and blood that waited for him day in and day out. Always greeted him with excitement when he lumbered home barely alive. Something that was all his, that no one else would ever taint the same way he had.

He needed to prove to himself that you’re his. He wasn't going to let you go now, even if you became a caged bird yearning to free yourself of the metal bars.

His nose rubbed along your mound as he feasted on you. He got off on your hurried breaths and felt his cock straining and angry. But he didn’t hump into the bed like an impatient mutt. Instead, he let the ache fixate on his core. Let himself feel the burn as his body begged to get the same satisfaction you were currently feeling.

He had all the time in the world.

He wasn’t sloppy as he worshipped you. Ran his tongue up your slit teasingly before he sucked on your throbbing clit again. All the while, his two fingers were still working you close to the edge.

He knew you were close. Your legs threatened to smother his head between the plush of your thighs. He had to use his free hand to grip at one of them and push slightly. A reminder.

“Can’t have my meal if you suffocate me, dove,” he said against your puffy folds. His voice rasped more than he expected. He was being undone alongside you. A man satisfied with his ability to please his lover so thoroughly.

You let out a small grunt of apology, legs opening once more and giving him full access to continue.

You’re going to go over the edge. Your walls tightened around his fingers, and the pitch in your moans changed to something more untethered and high. Your hand clutched at his short hair, pulling slightly and eliciting a groan from his mouth.

His deep brown eyes flickered to your face, nearly rolling back at the sight. Your mouth was parted, breath heavy, throat bobbing, and eyelids fluttering as you started to reach that beginning stage of climax.

But he wanted to be mean, wanted to torture you just a bit for the thrill of the hunt.

He pulled his mouth and fingers away, making you jolt in surprise as your peak washed away abruptly. You looked so ruined as your face scrunched up, and you tried to bring back that divine build-up.

“Sorry, dove,” Kyle apologized with a half-heartedness. He wasn’t sorry, and he knew you enjoyed the bitter ache as well. He wouldn’t have done it if you already hadn’t expressed a desire for it sometimes. “Want you to come on my cock first.”

His cock was solid against his defined stomach. The head was tinged a deep purple, precum beading out and dripping down his shaft. He stared between your legs for a moment, licking his tongue along his lips and smearing what slick he collected. The same arousal that coated his chin, was drooling from your cunt and providing an easy glide for when he finally sunk himself inside you.

He leaned over the bed and popped open his nightstand but frowned when the box of condoms was depressingly empty. Your eyes followed his, and your hand reached up to grasp at his cheek. You knew what he was thinking immediately.

“Don’t need condoms,” you assured. “Got an implant while you were gone.”

His eyes snapped to yours, brown irises nearly swallowed by his dilating pupils. His core tightened as he processed what you said. It brought him an excitement he didn’t expect. He always desired to feel you raw and without any stupid barriers, but he always respected you too much to risk it or demand you put yourself through unnecessary grievances just so he could.

But you went and did it yourself. Something inside him preened and celebrated its lover’s thoughtfulness.

“Good girl…” he growled as he climbed over you completely. He leaned down and nipped at your jaw before pressing a line of kisses down to your pulsating carotid. He sucked delicately at the base of your throat carefully, drawing out a mark that would stay for at least a couple of days.

“Taking care of me always,” he added as he hiked your legs up over his shoulders and settled them back towards your head. You gasped at the position, but soon become more focused on the way he grabbed at his cock and gave it a couple of desperate pumps.

His eyes hooded the moment he ran his length through your wet heat. The head of his cock rubbed against your sensitive clit and you bit your lip as your head fell back against the pillows. You tensed as soon as his tip popped into your hole. Yet, he didn't move any further right away.

“‘M gonna be a tight fit, maybe,” he declared. He could already tell, and his core burned.

He rolled his thumb over your clit, attempting to relax you a teeny bit more to help. He relished in the way you squirmed and felt the faintest clenching of your walls. He couldn't get over the way your body reacted to him, and he feared he would just combust from his overwhelming love for you before he got to reach the end of this experience.

“Relax for me, dove,” he cooed. Now he actually worked you towards an orgasm because he realized you need it. “That’s it… bloody hell. You’re gorgeous.”

You whined as you rolled your hips into his thumb desperately when you realized he wasn’t going to deprive you of an orgasm this time. Your breath was hot and rapid against the side of his face as he mouthed at your neck again.

You still as you come, and he rewarded you with a gentle kiss. He’s a mixture of controlled mutt and doting lover, knowing steady and calm won all. He had his moments where he just took and took, but tonight was not one of them.

He returned to sinking himself inside you. He did an experimental thrust and grinned when he sank a little further. Your muscles were far more relaxed, and your body invited him in. It’s a homecoming that he desired the whole time he was gone.

You’re still experiencing the vestiges of your climax, a honeyed moan escaping you as you unconsciously pulled away from the feeling of his cock opening you up. He grabbed at your chin, locking your head as he stared at you. “Don’t run from me,” he ordered. “Just take what I give you, yeah?”

The stretch of your walls to accommodate his throbbing length was a feeling he could never replace. Your cunt was so good for him as it drooled around him and allowed him to nestle inside like he’s supposed to. Only him. He’s hellbent on squashing any desire you may have to allow another close to your womb.

Your voice was soft when he’s only halfway in your clutching heat. “‘M, Ky…” you moaned.

You started to try and aid his entrance, but it was hard when he had your body completely folded on itself. You’re at his mercy and it was a power that goes straight to his cock. He could take you any way he wanted and you would have to accept it.

“I know, feels good. Doesn’t it?” He was a little more forceful with his next thrust, and he grunted the moment his balls pressed against the plush of your ass. “Bloody fucking hell… so deep, dove.”

He couldn’t control himself anymore. He’s taken his time, and now the mutt was snarling and spitting for instant gratification. He rolled his hips slowly but quickly started to rut. Your cunt sang for him, wet gush frothing around his shaft and coating it in a glistening shine as he moved.

Feeling your cunt raw was the moment his whole demeanor changed. He knew after this he was purely addicted to that sensation of feeling the raw unfiltered spasms of your cunt. The way it gripped at his pistoning length, and the knowledge that you were allowing him this new step in intimacy.

He loved you.

He could only bury his face in your neck, lazy kisses peppered across your heated skin. He couldn't process more, his brain mush as he let out soft grunts against your skin. You seemed to forgive him for the lack of extravagant gestures as your fingers gripped at his shoulders.

He craved the way he was fully draped over you. Legs locked over his shoulders, chests heaving against each other. Every inch of you both was connected. For a man that saw the deepest pits of hell, this bubble of shared connection was everything to him.

“Fuck, dove. Gonna come inside you,” he breathed.

His voice had lost its usual strength. He was almost sure he was more undone than you right now. But then again, he hadn’t lifted his head to see the state of you. Though, he knew he’s doing something because your moans were high in their pitch, and your fingernails were digging ruthlessly into his skin. He would wear your claw marks with pride.

“Please…” that single word response made him falter in his thrusting.

“Yeah? You like that?” He hissed.

You responded with the sweetest noise he’s ever heard. He’s a goner. He would never forgive you if you made him go back to condoms after this. Why bother when he knew the two of you were never going to part? He wouldn’t allow you to leave even if you wanted to. He chose you, and he’s sticking with it. No other bastard could see or feel how sweet you could be.

Kyle didn't last long. The moment he knew he was done for, he pressed himself as deep as he could go. Everything fell away as he came, warm seed filling you up. He shook against you, stomach muscles clenching as he claimed you for his own.

He was slow to come to, but you didn't seem to mind as your hand stroked up and down his back. You’re trembling as well, and he wondered if he missed your climax while in the throes of his own. A part of him mourned that. He always loved watching the way your eyes rolled. Another time. When he was more coherent and able to ruin you without unhinging himself from reality.

“You okay, dove?” He asked softly after a moment.

“Perfect,” you rasped.

Kyle grinned and finally peeled his head from your neck. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, heart pounding when you returned the affectionate gesture.

He pulled out of you slowly, letting your legs drop onto the bed before he pried them apart. He watched the trickle of his cum leaking out of you a moment later, a possessive feeling washing over him. Your folds were puffy and glistening, and he drank in the sight. The mental picture was seared in his brain for good.

“Right where ‘m supposed to be,” he said lowly.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead before sliding off the bed to go find a washcloth to clean you up.

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