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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❤︎

↳ Yandere!Shidou + Gn!Reader

Genre . Yandere, sort of fluff at the end

Warning . Murder, yandere behaviour, he watches you sleep

Synopsis . Shidou was tired of that empty feeling, that 'nothing' state he gets every night. He wanted change for once and he missed you. Thus, he decided to visit you in your sleep but you ended up awake.

A/N . So this came out of nowhere 😭 I know I never mentioned wanting to do a yandere Shidou but I just up and out of nowhere decided to. It's just something I wanted to try, just a quick little one, and yandere Shidou is so rare. I'm more of a stalker, kidnapping, and murder type of yandere but since this one's short, I went for somewhat a fluff. Also TRUST, I LOOK AT REQUESTS, I'm just busy BUT I'LL DO THEM 💔 Reader is gender neutral so you guys can fit it in how ever you'd like 🙏🏻

The sound of crickets orchestrating in the surrounding area was what filled his ears. Some describe it as peaceful; some others describe the repetitive chirping as annoying. Right now, though, Shidou Ryusei couldn't care less about those minuscule critters singing their songs. It was a large contrast to the man who's dropped dead on the ground, bleeding out from the nose and mouth as his skull was severely fractured by that of brute force. It wasn't as messy as Shidou had liked it to be; after all, he likes his blood and violence. However, he was too busy to really have his fun with the guy and just decided to make it quick. No weapons were used, just brute strength. It helped considering how athletic Shidou is.

The guy would've been alive by now if he hadn't had his eyes on you. After Shidou had just won a match and, as his routine, celebrated with you first, that prick decided to catcall you right in the middle of his celebration and with him around no less. Who the hell does he think he is? The audacity of that lowlife served for his end. What a pleasure Shidou had of bringing him to the horizon. As much as he wished he could prolong this 'meeting,' he had other business to attend to.

It was dark out, far into the night, as the city is surrounded by that dark abyss known as the night sky, decorated by sparkles of starlight. Shidou's tanned skin graced his body with such flawless perfection; how angelic he looked, while his hot pink eyes contrasted with that of death. On a night like this, you'd expect people to sit outside and admire the stars staring back down at them, appreciating life. However, that wasn't the case. Right now, Shidou only had one thing in mind.

You.

He was too calm for someone who had just killed a man. Although he had just finished practice not too long ago, he was still out and about, lurking around the apartment building like some raccoon looking for any food to forage. You'd expect him to be tired after doing all that physical training, to be at home and relax, to sit back and soak in the warm bath, but no. That wasn't the case. In fact, this apartment was the very one you live in. What the hell was he doing here? All the previous sweat from the soccer practice had dried up by now, proving how far into time he is. Shidou doesn't even remember how long he's been creeping around your place.

He's felt this before, that excitement, that adrenaline, that oh-so-familiar climax in the field, but yet this was different. The same but different. Something about you was different. Those h/c locks flowing in the wind, gracing the air; those e/c orbs staring back at him whenever he scored a goal; and those luscious lips of yours curving into a smile when you saw how happy he was made Shidou feel different; he felt special. Being with you felt like he was playing soccer already, all that excitement just dying to spill. Sure, he's your boyfriend, and you'd always be in all the matches he had, but recently he's been getting more clingy, more needy. Thus, there he was, snooping into your place with the extra key you gave him. You wouldn't mind, right?

"I mean, I am their boyfriend," Shidou smirked to himself, trying to find any sense of reasoning he could make up to have this all seem okay. Well, what the hell, actually? Who cares about reasoning? He's Shidou Ryusei, the striker they all call the demon for his aggressive brutality, and more importantly, your beloved partner. He assures himself that he can just waltz into your room right now even though you were asleep.

"I miss them. I just wanna watch my Y/N for a little bit."

Click!

There it was. The sound of your apartment door opening followed by slow but steady footsteps, making sure you wouldn't wake up. All this was done with precision, with intention—as if he had planned it. The floors creak underneath his steps, being awfully loud when the house goes quiet, and Shidou hopes you wouldn't wake up.

The air felt heavy with his presence, but it contrasted with your comforting scent that he couldn't get enough of. The narrow hallway in your home was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of the nearby streetlamps outside of your apartment and the city lights. His figure moved silently through the shadows—cautious, calculated, closer to your bedroom. With one slow and careful turn of the doorknob—

Ah, he's in. How ironic is it that doors made for security could open up so easily?

Shidou watches your frame covered by the blanket, your chest rising up and down with steady breathing. He bites his lips, grinning as if he had just won a match. His hot pink eyes glowed in the dark, pupils like slits similarly to that of a cat, as he stared right at your sleeping form. If you were awake right now, you would've thought it was some kind of monster that kids would fear being in the dark. Then again, an intruder would also be considered a monster of its own. But is he? He's your precious boyfriend, isn't he? You love him so much, right? Right??

His mind is nowhere near the thought of how creepy he's being right now, but rather, he's spiraling down into his lovesick obsession for you. He's grown tired of feeling empty, of that 'nothing' state he sinks into when the day begins to end. But with you, he never felt any of that. He never felt alone, he never felt lost, and he never felt melancholic. Maybe that's what drove him into being here right now. Maybe Shidou just didn't want to feel like nothing tonight. Could you blame him? All he wanted was you. He just wanted to love you and to have you love him too.

Shidou steps closer to your bed, kneeling down to be nearer to you, watching your perfection with glee. Oh, how adorable you were, being turned into a burrito with the way you wrapped the blanket around yourself.

"Were you cold, baby? You could've just called me, and I would be here to warm you up," he whispered with that velvet-smooth voice of his, fingertips tracing along your soft features while his iconic grin stayed plastered on his face. Shidou's breathing calms down, getting comfortable around you. You didn't even need to do anything, and he's already happy. What a fucking blessing!

However, this wasn't enough. He needed more. Shidou carefully ran his large hand over your sleeping body, holding you in a hug and pulling you closer to him. Crawling into your bed, he lay next to you, smiling with such happiness while he nuzzled against the crook of your neck. With a deep breath, he took in your scent, sighing out from the mouth and finally calm for once. His tense muscles start to relax, sinking into your soft mattress.

By that point he felt like he could sleep, having you right by him and being in your bed. There's no way it could get any better than this. Suddenly your body shifted, scaring him for a moment that you'd find out how he's creepily in your bed, but rather than waking up, you instinctively hugged Shidou. Somehow you're not awake yet, but he's grateful for that. He hums to himself, stretching and grinning like a kid opening up presents on Christmas Day. Actually, scratch that. He hates Santa, that red-white-middle-aged-fatty.

Wait—

Shit.

"... Morning."

Shidou greeted you, not realizing you had woken up. He probably shouldn't have moved around too much.

You stared at each other for what felt like an hour, rubbing your eyes as you tried to wipe off the exhaustion in you and trying to process what the hell was going on.

"W-what the fuck…? Ryusei?" You croaked, squinting your eyes to try and see the man right next to you in the dark.

"Hey."

Is that seriously all he says after breaking into your house and creeping into your room?

You're too tired to care, though. You shuffled yourself off of his hold, trying to get up as you stretched over to turn on the bedside lamp before flopping back down into bed. As you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but notice the dampness your hand had brushed against. Looking towards what it is, you notice it's a red patch on Shidou's shirt.

"Is that... blood?" You questioned him, concern laced in your tone. It worried you. Was he hurt? Did he get into some kind of fight with his teammate again? It wouldn't be far-fetched considering how he's done that with Rin, in addition to the chaos he caused back in the U-20.

"Oh, this? Nah, just some cranberry juice. Why? You worried about me, baby?~" He cooed, pointing at the red stain on his white shirt while grinning cheekily. "It's awfully dark red to look like cranberry juice..." You thought to yourself, not fully convinced by his smooth lie. He seemed so laid-back, though, and you were too tired to bother with this interrogation. In the end, you decided to just ask more about it tomorrow.

With a sigh, you laid back down and buried yourself in the warmth of your blanket. "What the hell are you even doing here this late, and how'd you even get in?" You asked, curiosity getting the best of you, seeing as he basically broke into your house and you deserved some answers.

"I miss you; it's so lonely without you," he whined, putting on a sad face as he looked towards you. "Plus, you gave me your keys, remember?" He brought up the copy of your apartment keys, jingling it in front of you.

"Right, I forgot."

"But did you have to sneak into my room like this?" Your energy started to return as you wanted more answers. Couldn't he have just called you or something? And why was he inside your bed rather than waking you up if he wanted some company?

"It's more fun that way, love." With a smile, he looked too calm for the situation he was in. His gaze on you looked like he was enchanted, completely in awe and in appreciation for the lover right next to him. Shidou wonders how the hell he even managed to score a partner like you, recalling back the memories of when you first met. Despite the exhaustion, you could tell his focus was elsewhere. That was until he spoke again, giving you more answers.

"Besides, I basically live here. Can't I come back anytime I want?"

"You don't live here, Ryu," you roll your eyes, but you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face. God, this man is like a child sometimes. You've always put up with him, though, not to mention having to hold him back from doing anything violent again.

"Right, I don't. Because you're going to be living with me," he retaliated against your statement, smirking at the thought of the future together when he gets to take you away. Shidou's been planning to bring it up anyway, wanting you to start moving in. However, he never forced you to. He would have you one way or another anyway. Regardless, you couldn't deny that he was sort of right. After all, he's a well-known soccer player in Japan. There's no doubt that he's richer than you are, and you would prefer to not deal with any rent payments.

"Jesus... Fine, but we'll talk about that next time, okay? I wanna sleep."

With that, those mere words lit up his day. You could see his expression change into that of excitement, full of hope that he was practically emanating happiness. "Alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

He was so impatient, but you couldn't help but smile too, watching how happy he was. The difference, though, is yours is one of tiredness, while his is full of energy. As long as you get to sleep, that's all that matters right now. As if he heard your thoughts, he snuggled against you as his soft, blond hair decorated with those pink tips brushed your cheek for a moment, but not before turning off the bedside lamp, getting the two of you shrouded in the familiar dark room again.

Shidou takes a deep breath, taking in your scent once more before nuzzling gently against your cheek, causing you to chuckle at how needy your boyfriend is. With that, you cuddled against him too and wrapped the blanket around the man, the both of you ending the night together in each other's arms. Shidou Ryusei's wish came true; he got to sleep with you again, and even better, you were open to the idea of moving in with him. For now, though, he decides to doze off into dreamland with you. Maybe he'll see you there too.

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taiyeoki · 1 year ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘? | 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎

↳ Kashimo + Reader

Genre . Smut

Warning . 🔞Minors do not interact | Contains breeding/impregnation, face fucking, nipple play, fingering, cancelled orgasm

Synopsis . Kashimo doesn't always show vulnerable emotions but when a man comes around fancying you, his wife, that wall comes crashing down with the simplest jealousy. Now he just wants to fuck you till tomorrow. Maybe putting a baby in you will make sure you're his.

A/N . This was supposed to be finished way sooner but I got too caught up with some other work, causing me to sleep at 4-5am for weeks straight and it physically affected me so I got body ache and inflammation. Turns out I got covid. And then afterwards, which is currently, I'm focusing a lot on art lmao.

You had no plans today but to lay around on the couch all day long. Kashimo didn't mind since he's used to the woman staying at home during his time period anyway. The only difference now though is that you weren't even doing any chores. He never forced you to do them though, but seeing you sprawled out on the couch with a bag of chips next to you had him pushing you to get up.

Which is why you were here now, going into stores around the city. No way is Kashimo Hajime going to let his wife laze around all day. He cared about his wife's wellbeing and he knew the negative effects of being cooped up at home. However, this time he wasn't one bit pleased at all. He just regrets taking you out in the first place.

Your husband held a scowl on his face. He always looked fierce to begin with but this was different. You could feel his stare boring holes into the back of your head.

Going to the counter to order takeaways, the cashier held a rather innocent looking expression. The bright smile and friendly service wasn't fooling Kashimo though. He knew the cash register's true intentions weren't just to serve you.

"That'll be $15.70 ma'am," the man's smile widened in an attempt to be 'friendly'. It felt so disgustingly fake to your husband though. You replied with a polite "thank you," as you took your food, smiling in return but Kashimo saw how he purposely brushed his hand onto yours when serving you your order. He knew that you were too kind for your own good so it wasn't your fault for reciprocating the polite gesture but it pissed him off how anyone would try to fancy his wife.

Unfortunately for him, the cashier initiated a little conversation with you.

"I hope you enjoy your food. You've got great taste based on what you ordered. As expected from a woman such as yourself," his eyes darkened with intent staring at your frame, the smile he held wasn't going to fool Kashimo though.

"Do you come here often? I would love to help serve you again," his tongue darts out to lick his lips, almost as if he's moistening his lips to prolong more conversation.

"Oh, thank you. I guess I'm starting to become a usual customer here huh?" Chuckling, you replied noticing that you do come here more often than you think, appreciative of his kind offer.

"Great! That gives me even more reason to come to work," he laughs a bit at his joke but keeps his eyes on you. It was even more apparent now that he's leaning closer to you, close enough that he could take in your sweet scent which was supposed to be reserved for Kashimo only.

"Aren't you here to do your job? Or are you being paid to flirt with customers?" A smooth, velvety voice cuts in. Kashimo swiftly moves in front of you before you can pay for the food. He wasn't going to let this man touch you a second time, dropping the cash on the cashier's hands without even an inch of being near him so he wouldn't have to touch this 'thing'.

"T-thank you. You must be—"

"Her husband," Kashimo scoffed, a smug smile tugged on his lips handsomely. His agile movements snaked his arms around your waist, wrapping you right next to him to show who exactly you belong to.

Kashimo's presence only made the man look smaller than he was with your husband's dominating height towering over him. At least he wasn't dumb knowing how much more muscular your husband is compared to the guy working behind the counter trying to flirt with a married woman. His eyes zero in on Kashimo's strong hold on the small of your back and it was clear how possessive he got. You aren't bothered, leaning into Kashimo to envelope yourself in his comforting scent. The sight only made the man nervous with fear. He knew you were taken seeing from the beautiful blue ring that decorated your soft finger, both you and Kashimo having matching rings. Just by the looks of it he could tell how expensive it must've been and yet he still had the confidence to try and sway you— right in front of your husband too, who surely made more money than him with his part-time cashier job.

"Come on hun, let's go," Kashimo glances softly at you and his tone is gentle. Much different compared to this stranger who's just grateful that your husband decided to stay civil for the sake of his wife. He wears the look of horror when Kashimo turns around to face him once more.

"We'll be leaving now. I wouldn't expect a guy like you to be keeping their job for long if this is how you work."

Arriving home only meant that you had to deal with the little ordeal that happened, inquiring Kashimo about it. "What was that about? You didn't have to be rude you know."

Your beloved husband only scoffed when you reminded him of what happened. Seeing the sour expression on his face told you how annoyed he was, plus the deep scowl on his lips presented how pissed he was too. He pushes you against the kitchen counter, caging you between his strong arms as his lips latch onto your neck, kissing aggressively. You whine softly from how rough he's being, sucking on your supple skin creating hickeys everywhere while your fingers intertwine with his cyan locks. Your breaths are labored, he knows your body better than you do. He knows your sweet spots and your favourite positions, how you like it done and the perfect pace to do it.

Letting go, his saliva connects to your now bruised skin and he admires it.

"Pretty little mark. Should give you more don't you think?"

"Hajime, were you jealous?" You teased, giggling but your smirk is taken away when you feel his rough hand unclasp your bra, the other pulling your shirt up right above your breasts. Your sensitive skin exposed to the cold air causes your nipples to harden more than it needs to. Seeing this has blood rushing down to his cock as he flicks and tugs on your erect nipple, twisting it with the perfect pressure of his thumb and playing with your tits. Your head tips back with a moan, holding onto the kitchen counter for support while your husband ravages your body as he please.

Suddenly you feel his hot breath against your sensitive mounds. His lips wrap around your hardened nipple, sucking sensually producing lewd sounds from the wetness of your skin. His right hand continues to give attention to your left breast while he sucks on the other. You could feel Kashimo's calloused hand massaging your chest, the roughness of his thumb causing more friction against you as he twists and presses your nipple. God— his hands are too good. The man is skilled in pleasing you, he knows the perfect amount of pressure needed to have you over the edge.

Kashimo's free hand pushes your panties down, rubbing your already wet folds to get you prepped. He pushes a prodding finger against your walls, curling his finger just enough to hit the right spot. The sensation of his long finger abusing your sweet spot while his thumb circles your clit has you instinctively opening your legs further for more. Both his hands working you and his mouth sucking and lapping on your erect mounds already has you feeling like you're about to explode.

Your thighs shook in excitement as Kashimo's fingers slid inside of your already drenched cunt, and you moaned loudly, fingers scraping on the table under you with how your body is attacked by all this pleasure. Kashimo could feel your walls tighten around his digits. He knew whenever you needed to cum but as cruel as he is, Kashimo removes himself from your pussy, walls aching to release the familiar buildup in your abdomen.

You whined from the loss of sensation, feeling empty without him. "Hajime, why'd you st—"

He cuts you off, putting his pussy drenched finger inside of your mouth. "Lick it clean," His smooth, husky voice demanded. You couldn't deny how that turned you on more, sucking and lapping on your own juices off of his finger, making erotic sounds from it.

"There you go, see? Not so hard being a good little slut now right?"

He was enjoying the sight of your pretty lips wrapping his fingers, tasting yourself from it. Now his head was full of perverted thoughts on how you would look if you had your lips wrap his dick instead. If he had you sucking and choking on his fat cock.

Kashimo removes his finger from your mouth, too impatient to have you gagging on his dick. He kept his cyan eyes down on you while he licked his own fingers clean and it made you feel small and honestly inferior, submissive to him.

"Kneel down."

He had a mix of dominance and lust, greed hinted at the edge of his voice. You did as he said, kneeling down for your knees to take the weight while your face is in front of his crotch. Kashimo cupped his hand around the growing tent of his pants, rubbing it as his veins throbbed from the blood rushing south to his erection. "Go on. You know what to do," Kashimo had a smug smirk decorating his lips, eyeing down on you in front of him.

You gulped knowing what he wanted, the thought of his dick springing out of its restraints has you dripping wetter than before. Your hands pulled down on his pants slowly, earning a grunt from him at how you were taking your time in this. "Shit hun, stop teasing already," he grabbed a fistful of your hair and you moaned softly from how good it felt, forcing you to do as he say, rushing you more. Kashimo's left with his boxers on but you wanted to prolong your teasing. The tip of your tongue lapped at his clothed bulge leaving a damp spot, receiving labored breaths of sigh from him.

You continued your ministrations, licking his clothed shaft with the tip of your tongue like a needy slut until you yelped when he gently yanked on your hair, "what'd I say about teasing huh?" Your little fun of taking control was instantly stripped away when he forced you to stop. Pulling down the last of his restraints, his thick cock sprung out, tip leaking with precum.

Scrambling on your knees obediently, humiliation washed over you with your husband still gently grasping your hair. Kashimo's fingertip taps on his cock, smearing the pre-cum around the tip and then on your face.

"Pretty face would look better with my cock fucking into your mouth yeah?" He muses, moist tip rubbing up against your soft lips wanting to enter and just violate your face. You're practically drooling, tongue sticking out and he places his shaft flat onto it. You drag your tongue underneath him in a long and slow pace earning a low moan.

Your husband smoothly slides in his cock deep into your mouth, unprepared by his size even though you've already been married for years. You gagged a bit before adjusting to his length, drooling a bit onto his shaft and gripping on his thigh. His cock pushes through your lips, hitting the back of your throat while you try to breathe through your nose.

"Y'know you pissed me off. Just wanted to make me jealous huh?"

You couldn't respond. Cock deep in your mouth, you could only muffle in denial. It was true though, you didn't mean to make him jealous. What started off with you teasing him about it turned into him face fucking you. His smoothly styled cyan hair falls out of place, bangs sticking onto his face from the sweat forming on his forehead and his buns turning messy.

"Shouldn't my wife apologize? Use your big girl words and say you're sorry," the room resonates with his groans, his girth making it hard to breathe as you try and say sorry.

"Mmph- soh-wee—"

It was all you could say after all with a meaty cock in your mouth, nose brushing against his hair as he keeps you in place with the firm grip he has on your locks. A sadistic smirk curled onto Kashimo's lips as he watches, beginning to quicken up the pace. You hate and love how determined Kashimo is, once he sets his goal on something he'll do whatever it takes to achieve it. At this moment though, he's determined to have his wife deepthroating him.

The friction of each thrust has his dick tattooed in a darker red, grunting at the wet cave that's going to send him to heaven. His movements get sloppier and grow desperate, balls slapping against your chin with each thrust.

"Ah— fuck!" With a final thrust he spurts all his cum down your throat, pushing you right against him to keep you in place as his little cumdump and making sure to leave none behind. "Swallow," he demands, hot seed slides down your throat as you try and swallow while his dick is still in your mouth.

With a huff, Kashimo lets go of your abused throat to let you breathe. Gasping for air, your hand rubs your sore neck but you could see how his dick still stays standing despite how satisfied he was with jizzing in his wife's mouth.

Looking up at him, your husband's lips held the seductive smirk, palming on his wet, still-hard cock in front of you. Standing on his full height, he grabs your waist and pulls you up, laying your belly side on the kitchen counter behind you.

"You want this? Your pussy's drooling for my cock but you're not speaking clearly enough. I'm gonna need my little slut to speak. We can't have my wife suffering now can we?"

"Please.." you pleaded, his firm hand spanks your ass receiving a whine.

"Cute."

Kashimo slides inside with ease from how wet you were from your cancelled orgasm, cock stretching out your plush walls as your thighs shook in excitement. Moaning against your sleeve, you start fucking yourself on his dick. Kashimo doesn't hesitate in helping you, picking up the pace and fucking hard into your drenched cunt. You could feel every inch of his dick, pussy memorizing every pretty vein on him, how it feels like you two were made just for each other while his tip easily abuses your sensitive spot.

Your body glistens with sweat, shoulders littered with hickeys with Kashimo leaving bite marks on you, his teeth biting on your skin just hard enough to draw out pleasure without hurting you. You moaned as his fingers rubbed your clit in circles

Kashimo gets the perfect view of where your bodies are connected, every thrust from your squelching cunt creating a white ring of both your arousals. Your trembling legs were proof of how much you were enjoying it, toes curling and fingers gripping the smooth surface of the table with a muffled squeal.

"Fuck- gonna cum inside, gonna make you pregnant,"

He claws against your waist, the euphoria of him filling you up while your hardened nipples rubbed against the counter from each thrust's friction. Your mouth hung open but no noises escaped your pretty swollen lips. Kashimo loved the idea that his cock was making you feel so good that your brain couldn't even react to it all the while his tip kisses your womb with every push, hitting you in your fucked-out state.

"Can't even speak now? Wanna be a mommy huh? You like that idea?"

You tried reaching back to grab his arm, whimpering to signal that you were about to cum with the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen. Your husband leans down to give you kisses though they were more possessive than caring, giving sloppy french kisses with more tongue than lips. The sweat forming at your skin caused you to slide against the counter with every thrust, trying to grab on to anything for support.

The thought of your belly round with a baby and your fuller breasts being sensitive was enough for Kashimo to cum.

Teeth sinking into your neck to muffle his groans, his hot cum spilled inside of you making sure to paint every inch of your walls white. Spurts of his load fills your belly and he stays there cockwarming until it softens, pulling out.

Your husband's digits went down to spread your lower lips, watching how his cum oozed out of you. He curls his fingers to scoop up his orgasm and pushes it back into you, making sure his beloved wife is full of his hot seed.

"Hajime—"

"Sorry hun, I got too rough didn't I? I was just jealous but I'll make it up to you. I just love you so much," he plants a tender kiss on your back, massaging your sore hips.

Giggling at how he peppers soft kisses all over you, you reassure him. "It's okay, I had fun."

Chuckling, Kashimo nuzzles into your neck, still rubbing your sore flesh and promising to give you a full body massage.

"But hey, you'll make me such a happy daddy."

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