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13as07 · 3 months

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Object #2

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Pizaya]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 5,753

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Still no rational explanation for this short series so sorry :) (ps sorry it’s so long)

Characters include: Kakuzu, Tobi, Deidara

Sadism (Death threats, Hair pulling, biting, choking, spanking)

Domination (various levels)

Oral/Face Fucking/Hand Job

Degrading/Praising

Humiliation/Begging

Creampie/Titty Shot

Nicknames/Name Calling: Penny, Bitch, Doll/y, Good Boy/Girl, Firecracker, Explosion, Artwork

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Orgasm Denial

Voyeurism (taking photos/videos)

Blood/Knife Play (licking up blood/small cuts)

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The hot water sliding down my body feels nice, at least until it wraps around my legs, running over my wounds from earlier today. Despite that, it's still relaxing. Relaxing enough that I might even take a nap after I get out of the shower.

Well, relaxing until the shower door slams open. "There you are, Penny," the intruder grumbles, easing some of the panic.

"Kakuzu," I mutter back, turning so I can look at him. "Do you mind waiting until-"

My request is cut off. "Bend over."

"Zu, please? It'll only be-"

"Fine, you don't want to bend over? I'll just cut your heart out. You're going to be useful and you're going to be useful now."

The threat is followed by a hand being shoved into my hair. Kakuzu uses his grip on me to tug me out of the shower. For the second time today, I'm pushed down to my knees. "Zu," I whine, griping his hand in an attempt to loosen his grip. "You're hurting me."

"Why would I care?" He hisses, his free hand working his dick out of his pants. "If anything you should be grateful. I'm spending time away from my money to use you. Not many other objects outweigh my finances."

I look up at the tall man, doing my best to pout. It's not going to work, it never works on Kakuzu. He's the most selfish of the Akatsuki members. "Use that mouth for something other than pouting, Penny," he orders, his glowing green eyes glaring down at me.

I make a show of it, snapping my mouth shut and keeping my jaw locked. "Don't start with me," he hisses, shaking my head around, pulling on the roots of my hair as he does so. "I either get what I want or you die. It doesn't matter to me." His eyes slit as the threat is repeated.

My chest fills with fear as my heartbeat falls between my legs. I do my best to send a glare back, but let my mouth fall open. As soon as my lips part, Kakuzu is brutally shoving himself down my throat.

His thrusts are heavy, shoving himself all the way down, causing me to gag around him. Zu's pace isn't any better. It's quick and constant, giving me no time to catch my breath. I try to tug myself backward, an attempt to wiggle away and catch my breath.

That just pisses Kakuzu off even more. He shoves me back down his penis, my nose pressed against his torso. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to squirm away? Go ahead, try it again."

Instead of squirming, I brush my teeth against him. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to startle him. "You have a death wish, don't you?" He husks out, his voice raspier than usual. I'm tugged off him like I wanted. "Is that what you want? To die?" He continues to threaten, tugging me back to my feet before slamming me against the shower door.

The door groans when I come into contact with it, the glass threatening to give out. "Maybe I should kill you. At least it would be entertaining."

Zu's empty threats make my arousal brew even more, as do his large hands. One is still curled up in my hair, shoving my face into the door, as the other one grips my hip, keeping the rest of me pressed against the glass.

Kakuzu sinks himself into me, his pace back to being hard, and fast. It hurts taking him like this, no stretching and nowhere near wet enough to take him. It doesn't take long for the aching of being stretched so suddenly to fill my head, making me whimper under the money-hungry man.

"Stop being so whiney. It's a turn-off," he grumbles, trying to shove my cheek further into the shower door. The glass has started to chill from the now cold water that's still running. The chilliness of the door coats my body, water droplets still dripping off of me and making me colder.

"Zu," I whimper, trying to squirm again.

"I said stop whining." Each word is followed by my head being picked up before slamming down against the glass. I can already feel the bruise forming on my cheek. "Why are you such a whiney bitch? Hmm? Why are you being such a bitch?"

"It hurts," I shortly explain, trying to squirm away again.

Kakuzu's hand releases my hair, falling to my hip like the other one. "Why would I care, Penny?" He asks again, using his grip on me to shove my hips backward, matching his thrusts. "You're so ungrateful. I should make you beg for your life."

This threat scared me more than the rest, but still turns me on even more, making me pulse around him. "Go on, beg for your life. Beg me not to kill you," he pushes, arms wrapping up my body before taking a grip on my chest.

The stitches of Kakuzu's arms rub against my skin, snagging it as his thrusts push me forward. "Zu," I call, trying to get my thoughts straight enough to give him what he wants. "Please... please don't kill me."

He chuckles darkly behind me, head dipping down to lean against my shoulder. His face mask keeps the stitches of his mouth separate from my skin, making me a tad bit unhappy. "You got to try harder than that, pretty Penny." Kakuzu's fingers paw at my boobs, shifting between massaging them and toying with my nipples.

"Zu, please. I don't... I don't want to die," my voice trembles with my plea, the empty threats not seeming so empty after his laugh.

He groans, thrusting into me hard again, pinning me to the door. Kakuzu, stays still, pressed into me as his dick twitches. Another twitch comes before the familiar warm feeling fills my pussy. "Christ," the word spills out under his breath and echoes against the shell of my ear. "You sound hot begging for your life."

The back-handed compliment makes me clench around a spent Kakuzu, getting me another curse for the money man. "I suppose I should keep you alive," he says in his normal grumbles, "Even if you were a waste of time."

Following the last insult, Zu pulls out of me and tucks himself away. Without another word he walks out of the bathroom, leaving me shivering, the only warmth coming from his cum leaking out of me.

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"Dolly?!" Tobi's cheery voice calls from the hallway, softly lulling me out of my nap. "Dolly?" He calls again, pushing the door of Itachi's room open.

Over the years I've learned two things when it comes to my naps. One, Nagato can't stand when I sleep without him. Two, Itachi seems to be the only member who’ll let me sleep if he finds me passed out in his bed.

"Tobi," I coo back, the small stream of light flowing in from the door breaking the tiny pieces of sleep I have left.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you! I'll leave," he rushes out, starting to leave the room.

"It's fine, Tobi," I chirp, starting to climb out of bed. "Do you want to go sit outside with me?"

"Yes!" He yaps, arms pumping in his usual childish way.

"Alright, let's go then," I continue to coo, sliding my hand into his. Tobi's hand is light against mine, his orange mask facing down to look at our tangled fingers.

Our walk through the hideout is filled with random babbles and information dumps from Tobi, the current one being about some sugar treat he tried today. "It sounds good, you'll have to bring me one next time," I say, opening the door to the patio.

"Will do, Dolly!" Tobi cheers, his tone filled with joy like always. It's weird having a member this cheery. Everyone has their moments, but for the most part, the murder squad is filled with doom and gloom.

"But what about you? What have you been up to?" He asks, sinking to sit on the edge of the porch.

I join him, curling up in the light of the starting sunset. I let the sun soak into my skin, my knees rubbing against the wood of the deck from my kneeling position. "Um... well you know about my breakfast."

"Oh... ya," he whispers, voice a bit shaky. Tobi is the only bottom out of the Akatsuki, leaving me to be topped by the rest of the team. I find it adorable how Tobi always asks about my day but gets so shy and flustered about it when I answer.

"After breakfast, I spent some time with Konan."

"Ya? What did you girls do together?" He asks his masked face back to facing me.

"Had sex."

"Oh!" Comes his response, head turning away from me again.

I can't see it but I'm sure his cheeks are pink. "Ya, I ate her pussy for a while. It was super hot, getting her off as Pain leaked out of me."

"That's... oh... okay. Um... what else did you do today?"

I hum softly, looking over Tobi. His body language is stiff, the same as his pants. It's fun toying with him, especially since he's the only one I can toy with. "Sasori painted my stomach for a while."

"What did Sasori paint today?" Tobi's mask is back to facing me, but it won't be for long. Every time he gets flustered he looks away from me.

"The one tail. It looked pretty cool before I washed it off."

"Oh, I bet that was so fun!" He cheers, hands clapping together in his immature way. "He was off today so he's gotten most of your time. Did you guys do anything else?"

"Take a wild guess, Tobi."

"Oh, um... did you guys go swimming? I know you like swimming."

"Nope, we didn't go swimming, try again," I answer, shifting closer to him. One of my hands slides through his hair, playing with the ends of it as my other one rests on his thigh, rubbing circles into it with the tips of my nails.

"Oh well... I... I don't know. What did you guys do?"

I lean forward, the hand on his thigh toying with the boner in his pants as my lips brush against his ear. "Sasori fucked me just a couple steps away from the porch."

"Oh gosh, that must have been messy with the paint and grass and all that fun stuff," Tobi's answer comes out distressed, his hips jerking from my soft touches.

"It was," I agree, sliding into his lap, making sure I'm pressed up against him. "So I tried to shower but Kakuzu needed me so I didn't get to finish my bath."

"Why... why did Kakuzu... need you?" The man under me asks, hands gripping my hips as I grind against him.

"He wanted to get off," I start explaining, brushing kisses into his clothed neck. "So Zu used me. Fucked me against the shower door and left nice and full."

"Oh... that's... that's not nice of... him," Tobi stutters out, hips shifting against mine as he looks anywhere but me.

"I think it was nice. I like being used. Do you want to use me too, Tobi?" Everything but actual words fall from him, the whole time in chunks and stutters. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"Dolly, I..."

"You have to use your words. I can't read your mind. What do you want, Tobs?" I whisper in his ear, my hands busy working him out of his pants.

"I... I want..."

"You're doing good, keep trying," I encourage him, sliding out of his lap.

I kneel on the grass, my stomach pressed into the porch as my head hovers in Tobi's lap. I keep my eyes locked on the mostly empty mask, a red glow pouring from the usual pitch-black eyehole. I haven't been able to figure out what the glow is from, but I don't mind. What it is doesn't affect me.

"Let's try again, what do you want me to do to you, Tobi?" I follow the question with my hand sliding up his length and my mouth falling open. I let saliva spill out, coating Tobi's dick with it so I can jack him off easier.

My eyes stay locked on him as my hand works away. My fingers slide up and down him, pulling small noises from his throat as I wait for an answer. "I want... your mouth... on my..." Tobi tumbles out, as he leans backward, hands propping him up and mask turning towards the sky.

"Where do you want my mouth? Here?" I ask, kissing the tip of his penis.

"Please, Dolly?" He begs, hand sliding into my hair, gently tugging the end of it.

"Please what? Use your words."

"Please... suck my dick," he whispers, hand repeatedly sliding through my hair.

I do as he asks, wrapping my lips around his tip and gently sucking on it as my hand continues stroking the rest of him. My tongue swirls around it, gently sliding against his slit a couple of times.

"Please, lower. Please," he moans, gently pushing my head down. My mouth drops down half of him, the tip of his dick tapping the back of my throat.

I flutter my eyes up to look at him, my head bobbing as I do so. When I see him not enjoying the view of my hard work I pull off of him, filling the quiet yard with the pop of my suction releasing him. "If you're not going to watch me I'm not going to please you."

"That's not fair," Tobi whines, hands gripping the ends of my hair as he gently tries to pull me back down. "You're supposed to. It's what you're here for. Your whole job is to be an object for our pleasure. Dolly!"

"So? You're not going to do anything to make me please you. You're not as rough as the other members. If I walked away from you now you'd sit here and desperately jack yourself off."

"No, I wouldn't!" He continues to whine, shifting to focusing his hands on my neck, again gently trying to push me back down.

"Yes you would," I continue to degrade, "that's why you ask about my day. It turns you on thinking about the other members fucking me."

Tobi groans again, hands now on my shoulders. "Please, just... please."

"Please what? Suck you dry? Is that what you want? Do you want to cum down my throat?"

"Yes, please. I'll watch, I promise. Dolly, please?"

"Good boy," I tell him as I give in, parting my lips and taking Tobi's dick back into my mouth.

"Oh my," tumbles out of him with a shaky breath, hands back to messing with the strands of my hair. Once again my eyes flicker up, being met with his mask looking down at me.

As my head bobs, Tobi's hands slide down, cupping my face and accidentally pressing into the bruise left on my cheek from Kakuzu. "I... I'm going," his head turns upwards again as he twitches down my throat. My head pulls back, letting him fall out of my mouth. "Oh come on! Dolly, I was almost done. That's mean."

"I told you if you weren't going to watch I wasn't going to please you. So, now you can please yourself," I explain, fake anger and domination in my voice.

Pleas and more begging fall from Tobi as I climb to my feet. His hands grope at me, tugging on my clothes and limbs as I walk across the porch. "God damn it, Doll," he says, his usual cheery voice a lot deeper and raspier than before. "You are not being fair," he hisses, hands gripping mine before they're pushed against the building, my chest being pressed against it too.

"I... I... I'm sorry," I manage to shake out, the sudden switch in Tobi startling me. "Hey!" I yelp when he's pushed inside me, stretching me out with no warning. "Tobi, that hurts."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says, his normal voice filling my ears again. "I didn't mean to. How do I make it not hurt?"

"Um... I... give me... a second," I answer, tugging my hand out of his grasp before it dips between my legs. My eyes flutter shut, focusing on the events of the day as my fingers rub against my clit.

"Dolly," he groans when I clench around him, his hands now present on my hips. "I want to move in you. Please? Is it still hurting?"

"No, it doesn't hurt now. You can move, Tobs," I mumble, continuing to stimulate myself.

Tobi eagerly moves, his pace slow as he thrusts deep into me. "It's so warm, Dolly," he mutters, pace slowly picking up the more he thrusts into me. "Are you enjoying it? Am I doing good?"

"You're doing great, Tobi. Good boy."

The praise makes him twitch in me, his cum instantly spilling out because of the denial a couple of minutes ago. "I... I'm sorry. Dolly, I'm sorry," he huffs out, his fast breaths coating his words as he buries himself as deep into me as possible.

"It's okay."

"I didn't mean to... in... you. I'm sorry."

"Tobi," I coo, looking over my shoulder at him. "It's fine. I don't mind. You're doing good."

"Really?" He asks, voice a little shaky.

"Really."

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"Guess who, Firecracker!" Deidara asks his hands around my eyes, blocking the pages of my book from my sight.

"Is it Hidan?"

"Ew, no."

I giggle at his response before I go back to pretending to think. "Is it... Konan?"

"You're not even trying," he groans, dropping his hands to my shoulders before pressing a kiss behind my ear. "Are you busy?"

"I'm never busy enough to tell you no," I answer, looking up at the eager blonde.

"One, if you're with Pain you are, and two, if you're enjoying your book I can wait," Deidara answers, kissing me behind my other ear this time.

"It's one I've already read," I explain, setting the story down on the table next to me.

"Pain hasn't updated your library?" He questions, hands sliding to my sides before I'm tugged out of the chair I'm sitting in.

"We're going on a trip tomorrow. I can survive a day without a new book," I answer, sliding my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

Deidara is the most confusing member of the Akatsuki. He's rough, rougher than Kakuzu, but as sweet and gentle as Tobi. It makes for a weird mix.

"Aw, you poor thing. Being stuck with Pain for that long sounds like torture," he teases, kisses being pressed to the top of my breasts. "Speaking of torture, I want to try something new."

"That sounds-"

"Amazing?!"

"- terrifying," I finish, well aware of the things that fill Deidara's head. He's a crazy thing with even crazier thoughts.

He giggles at my answer, teeth sinking into the exposed parts of my breasts. "I stole a video camera today."

"Ya?" I ask, the pieces of our new adventure falling into place.

"Yes!" He cheers, the mouths on his hands starting to nibble on my thighs as the one on his face shifts to my neck. "I want to videotape us today."

I chuckle at his request, littering his face in kisses. Another thing I like about Deidara is that he's one of the only members who'll kiss me. The arsonist quickly catches my lips, eagerly pushing kisses into me as he works his way to his room.

The bed is soft when I'm placed on it, the usual fuzzy blank Deidada sleeps with warming my thighs as I sit on it. A couple more kisses are laid across my lips before he pulls away. "I'm going to get the video camera. You lay back and look pretty, Firecracker."

I do as I'm told, stretching out on the bed and letting the familiar scent of clay fill my senses, my eyes settling closed. "Pretty lady!" Deidara calls, gentle hand dancing across my stomach with his return.

"Yes?" I answer, letting my eyes flutter open again.

He smiles down at me, a familiar black box in his hold with the unfamiliar camera and stand placed on top of it. "I'm going to set up the camera and go over the agenda, okay?"

"Okay," I hum in agreement, soaking in the soft touches. This is another reason Deidara is my favorite, he sets me up to succeed, listing off what he's going to do so I know how to prepare and act.

"Alright, first I'm going to mess with your chest before face fucking you, okay?" He asks, most of his attention on the camera stand.

"Okay."

"I'm going to finish on your titties. You always look so pretty like that. Then I'm going to litter you in art pieces like normal."

Normal means more bruises, bite marks, and probably a chain print around my neck. It also means more small nicks across my body. I swear Deidara is a vampire from how much he likes licking up my blood.

"Then I'll fill you up all nice and warm. If need be I'll help you finish before I clean you up." That's the last reason the arson is my favorite. He's the only member that makes sure I finish every time he uses me. I think a part of it is because he's the youngest - beating out nineteen-year-old Itachi by a year. I'm pretty sure the other part of it is that he gets off on my praises.

"Sounds good, baby," I coo, standing up and stripping myself before clinging to the boy. Deidara's actions stutter a bit from the soft kisses I press into his neck. "You treat me so well," I praise, whispering into his ear.

"I really don't," he mutters, focusing back on the camera, shifting it to the right position.

"Yes, you do. I enjoy myself, you enjoy yourself. I call that amazing art," I continue to praise, littering more kisses to his skin. "My favorite little user."

"Well an object like you is a pretty good muse," he chirps, wrapping me up in his arms before gently placing me on the bed again. Deidara leaves me long enough to double-check the camera placement and press record. "Alright, you ready Firecracker?"

I hum a yes again, eyes trailing as he undresses himself. Once he's nude, he walks over to me, joining me on the bed. "You're so pretty," Deidada gushes, shifting me between his legs, the front of us facing the camera.

"Thank you," I answer, leaning my head against his shoulder and taking hold of his thighs. Deidara goes straight to work, the mouths on his hands latching on my nipples as his fingers knead the rest of my breasts. My eyes flicker closed, soaking in the feeling of his tongues swirling around and sucking on me.

“So pretty,” he says again, face buried into my shoulder and small nips being gifted to me alongside his kisses.

One of Deidara’s hands sinks, shifting me upwards so the mouth on his face can start attacking my back. His lowered hand shifts between my legs, fingertips toying with my hole as the hand tongue flicks at my clit. “Are you ready to move, Firecracker?” he mutters between my shoulder blades.

“Y… ya,” I mumble back, nails digging into his thighs. Deidara lifts me before gently placing me on the floor, the last gentle touch I’ll get from him for a while.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells me, littering my face in kisses before he captures my lips again. My eyes trail after him, watching as he adjusts the camera down to my new placement. “Beautiful,” he utters, making his way back to me.

“Thank you,” I say, turning my head to look up at him. A hand meets my neck, keeping it arched up as the tongue of it slithers out, sliding across the skin of my throat.

His thumb toys with my bottom lip, eyes eating me up as he looks me over. Deidara is so young, so baby-faced when he looks down at me like this. “Open your mouth, Firecracker.”

I do as I’m told, letting my mouth fall open. Deidara admires me for a second longer before lining himself up to my mouth, resting the tip on my lips for a beat. “Gorgeous,” he whispers, shoving himself down my throat.

I do my best to focus on not choking or accidentally nicking him with my teeth. Despite my best efforts, I still gag around Deidara as he bruises the back of my throat.

Praises fall from him, telling me how good I feel and how well I’m doing as he pounds my throat. “You’re doing good, so good my little Explosion,” his voice is pitched and dominated by his deep breaths. “You sound so hot. I love when you gag on me.”

The tease from earlier and the mix of praises and soft degrading steers between my legs, making me ache with need. “Dear lord,” he utters, abruptly tugging himself out of my mouth. I gasp for air, doing my best to stay still as I steady my breathing.

The whole time my eyes stay locked on Deidara, watching as he tips himself over the edge. As promised, my chest is coated, warm ropes of cum coating my titties as himself. “You’re so pretty,” the compliment instantly spills out, shaky hands gripping my breasts again, rubbing the semen further into my skin.

“You’re pretty too,” I compliment back, tilting my head upwards again. A string of kisses litter my lips, fingers rubbing against my skin, tongues slurping up Deidara’s mess.

“Ah… thanks,” he mutters, cheeks going pink as he looks away from me. Once I’m cleaned, his hands dip down, lifting me and securing me around his waist. Deidara sucks in a sharp breath when I rub against his sensitive cock, his cheeks dropping a shade darker. “You’re doing great.”

I hum a thank you, cuddling up to the arsonist. I trail kisses across his neck, occasionally sucking a bruise into his skin. “You’re such a soft boy,” I tease as the familiarity of Deidara’s bed envelopes me again. I soak in the short break, the minute of relaxation I have as the camera filming my volition is shifted back to place.

“Not for long,” he tells me, snapping open the black box full of his favorite bedroom toys. He tugs out a slip-chain necklace, quickly setting it around my neck. “Deep, slow breaths,” Deidara orders before tugging on the makeshift collar, cutting off my breathing.

My focus shifts from the arson to my breathing, focusing on doing as I’m told. The chain continues to click as it’s tugged on, cutting off more of my airway. Kisses start littering my stomach, quickly chased by merciless bites. My mind fogs from the lack of oxygen, the only processing possible being the stinging of my flesh being attacked.

“Pretty little Explosion,” Deidara coos, climbing up my body. His hand joins the tightened chain, fingertips denting into my skin alongside the metal. His other hand focuses on bruising my thighs and stomach even more as the one on his face focuses on my titties.

“Poor baby,” he continues to praise me once he gets bored of my boobs. “I guess I haven’t been the only one rough today,” he utters, lips brushing over the bruises on my cheek and fingers brushing the wounds between my legs courtesy of Pain. “Too bad.”

The two words sink to my pussy, making me pulse with even more need. The chain clicks again, un-restricting my airway. My breath quickens but continues being deep as I suck in the needed oxygen. “Turn over, Firecracker. All fours.” My order is encouraged by a few pecks to my lips and a tease tongue flick across my clit.

Eagerly I turn over and prop myself on my hands and knees. Deidara’s hand massages my lower back as he fishes around his toy box for whatever he’s looking for. “Firecracker?”

“Deidara?”

“I know I didn’t say I would but I think I’m going to spank you.” I hum in agreement, widening my stance a bit. Deidara’s final discussion is set in stone when the soft tapping of his crop comes into contact with my ass. “Ya, I’m going to spank you.”

“I figured,” I tease, dipping my head down to take a peak of him through my legs. My head is pulled up when Deidara snakes his hand into my hair and snaps me back upright.

“Stay still,” he orders, hand clenching my chain again and clicking it back in place. Two or three more clicks come, cutting off my airway as a swat lands on my ass, a lot harder than before.

“Hey!” I yelp, jerking away from the pain. I’m tugged back into place by Deidara’s hold on my chain, another handful of swats landing. I whimper from the stinging quickly forming on my behind. “Deidara,” I whine, trying to squirm away from him again.

I get tugged back by my chain again, my hands swooping up to try and pull the chain loose. Another round of swats is landed with a disappointed sigh. “You were doing so good, Explosion.” Despite my misbehaving, my chain is loosened, giving me the chance to catch my breath.

The crop feathers over my clit, making me arch, before it’s dropped to rest under me. “That’s not fun anymore. Let’s do something else.” That’s the pipelined comment of Deidara meddling with his blood kink. “Come here,” he orders, using the slip-chain to tug me backward and propping me on the edge of the bed.

I’m left kneeling on the edge of the bed, Deidara’s hold still present but loose on the makeshift leash as he puts away our last toy and tugs out his play-time knife.

“You stay still, you hear me?” He orders the blunt spine of the knife pressed into my cheek as he holds my face. “I don’t want you messing up my artwork.”

“Yes sir,” I whisper, shaking from need and nervous.

More kisses are peppered across my nose before a long, deep one is pressed to my lips. “Good girl,” Deidara mutters before shifting off the bed. The chain in my neck shifts as he moves to the floor, tightening a bit before it’s loosened again. “Ready Firecracker?” He asks, ghosting the tip of his knife across my back.

“Yes sir,” I repeat, snapping my eyes closed and focusing on my breath.

Kisses are pressed into my back before being replaced by the light work of the knife. Blood starts to trickle out of the open wound as Deidara works on tearing my skin. His work is light, simply etching into my skin, purposely avoiding tearing anything more. “D - E - I - D - A - R - A,” he mutters, tracing the letters into my skin.

“You’re so pretty,” Deidara says once again, kisses prepping a strip of my skin under his carefully carved name.

“Thank you,” I breathe out, stinging from his handy work making it hard to think let alone speak. “Dei-”

“Just one more, my pretty Explosion. You can do it, I know you can,” he encourages, knife already carving his next art piece into my back. “You’re doing so good,” Deidara praises, littering my back in more kisses to try and cool my shakiness down. “You’re going to look so pretty with my bird carved into you.”

My sight is blurry with tears by the time Deidara is. Tears spill over when his tongues start sliding over the open wounds. “Pretty piece of art I’ve ever made,” he coos, continuing to lick up my spilled blood.

“Hey,” I whine again, full body shaking when his hand dips between my legs again. I fall forward, landing on all fours with my chain clicking closed around my neck from the movement. Deidara keeps my chain in place, enjoying himself as he licks at my clit, his fingers dipping in and out of me.

His other two tongues stay busy, tracing the carvings on my back as he pushes me forward. “Diedara,” I call, arms giving out from under me.

“Firecracker,” he calls back, fingers curling in me. The single curl snaps the band in my stomach, making me clench around his fingers as I coat his hand in my juices. “Aw, how pretty,” he utters, tugging his hand away, leaving me empty and pulsing in need of more. “Come here, my artwork.”

I’m tugged backward, Deidara easily slipping into me. “Fuck,” I hiss when he flips us around, propping me back on all fours once I’m facing the camera.

“I want to see your pretty face when I watch our video later,” he explains, tugging me up by the slip-chain. I’m pulled up, hips against his, back arched as new blood slips free, and head forced straight towards the camera.

Diedara’s thrusts are fast but swallow, his inexperience shining through from lack of ability to control his depth. My fingers cling to the chain again, trying to tug it loose so I can breathe easier. My tongue falls out of my mouth, in an attempt to suck in more air. I’m sure I’ll have the stereotypical fucked girl face in Deidara’s video, just as sure as I am that it’ll get him off.

A whine falls from the man buried in me, hands falling to grip my hips. I fall forward from the lack of support, instantly getting pulled backward so he can bottom out in me. “Explosion,” he mutters, a sloppy kiss pressed between my shoulders. A twitch happens, and then Deidara spills into me, warming my insides again today.

Every inch of me shakes, a mix of the pain aching everywhere and the after-effect of pleasure sizzling between my legs. “Firecracker?” Deidara calls again, hands gripping my sides as he rests on top of me.

“You did good, Deidara,” I soothe, trying not to give out from his body weight. “You did really good, baby. So, so good.”

I can feel his smile as he litters me in more kisses, hands busy tracing my body for my wounds. “Lay down, Firecracker. I’ll make the aches go away.”

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Object #5

(Akatsuki)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to m-joice]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,538

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters include: Pain/Nagato, Konan, Sasori, Tobi, Kakuzu

Itachi too but he's living his best NPC/background character life

Choking/Slapping

Dry humping

Name Calling: Whiney, Bitch

Death /Violence Threats

Little heated at the end (obviously ^)

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My body aches as Nagato shifts me around, freeing one of his arms to open the door to the hideout. The aches are courtesy of our travel home, the cruel heat of the sun, and Pain's last bit of time to have me to himself.

Our long-term trip was nice and rather enjoyable even if he was the normal brick wall of nonexistent emotions. I like it when I get time alone with Pain, he's a little less 'I want the world to burn' and a little more 'I want the world to simmer'.

But, that's done for now, which makes me a bit nervous. Almost a month away from the other members means a lot of pent-up needs and the promise of them filling their needs cruelly, in any way necessary.

The thought makes me stiffen and causes my fingers to dig into Nagato's shoulders deeper. "We are not even through the door yet, what could you possibly be upset about?" He grumbles, arm back around my leg once the door swings open.

"I'm not upset. I'm just... worried, I suppose."

"Worried about what?" He asks, his tune still bored and a bit annoyed. I'm shifted backward, Pain using me to push the door closed. "Princess, you're upsetting me," he continues to grumble when I don't answer. Nagato takes a slow pace down the hallway, his footsteps silent so as to not startle the other members. "I cannot fix a worry I do not know about."

"Just your... employees," I mutter, burying my head into his neck. His chain necklace is warm for once, the metal weighing on my nose because of my placement.

"They are not employees."

"Then what are they?"

My question is ignored, silence feeling the imaginary space between us. Pain has picked up the habit of carrying me around on his back, insisting it's because he wants to travel further before dark or the occasional excuse that I get tired quicker than he does.

"Why are you worried about the members?" He mutters after a while, stopping at the hallway intersection. Nagato's head swirls back and forth, shifting his decision between heading towards his office or stopping in our room first. "Princess, I am about five seconds away from making sleep outside. Why are you worried about the members?" Pain's patients are almost nonexistent at this point of the day, his anger bubbling the longer I take to answer.

"We were gone for a while and they get a little... needy, is all. I mean, they're always needy when we leave for some personal time but we were gone longer than usual."

"It was not personal time," Nagato mumbles, finally deciding to head towards his office. "It was simply some time away, a break on your body."

"Wasn't much of a break last night," I mutter, picking my head up and scanning the hallway. Sooner or later one of his members is going to pop up. They're all usually home by now unless they're on an away mission.

He's 'displeased' by my comment, proven by him dropping his hold on me. Despite that, his hands shoot up to grip my wrists, helping me slide back onto my feet. "I will take of it."

"Like, stringing Hidan in a tree - take care of it, or?" I ask, balling his robe in my hands, continuing to let the terrorist lead me forward.

"I will inform them at dinner that you are off limits," Nagato huffs out, my questions picking at the minimal amount of patience he has at the moment.

"Explain?"

A deep sigh escapes the man, just a hint of his body deflating alongside the noise. "I will give you forty-eight hours. I will tell them you are not to be touched, and then I will limit them."

"Limit them?" I push, tugging on the cloth in my hold so I can run my hands under Pain's shirt.

His movement stalls, but not before his hand snakes backward to grip my wrists, stopping my plan to feel his skin against mine again. "I will give you a week of no physicality. Your mouth is more than capable of handling them. Is that a suitable time frame for their needs to even out?"

I hum a yes, enjoying the sight and feeling of Pain's fingers knotted alongside mine. "Thank you."

"Be silent, your voice is becoming annoying." The command is harsh but soft enough that I almost miss it when Nagato opens his office door. "I have work to do. If you will be silent you can be a pretty object for me to look at. If a sound spills from you, I will leave you to the members to use until dinner. Am I understood?"

I nod my head, yes, trailing into the small room after the annoyed man. The room is dark, at least until Pain flips the light switch, flooding the room with the soft yellow of its lightbulb. "Find somewhere out of the way to sit," he mutters, dropping our bags on his desk before rummaging through them. "Perhaps you can read your new book as I work."

Again, I nod yes as I curl up against his side, watching him search for one of my newest gifts. "Good, be silent, be out of the way," he mutters, shoving one of the books into my hands.

It's the one on origami I begged him to buy. One of the booths we stumbled upon during our trip was covered in little paper statues, piquing my interest. I saw it as a waste buying the folded papers especially when the person running the stand was also selling 'how to' books, hence why I got my way.

"Now, out from under my feet," Nagato orders, shooing me away. I do as I'm told, finding a space in the room to curl up in and start my new read.

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A knock on the door fills the room, pulling both Pain's and my attention. Despite his insistence that I stay out of the way, I've slowly been tugged into his lap by the unattached man himself. As he looks over different scrolls and papers I don't understand I've been folding scrap papers trying - and failing - to make a swan.

A warning glance is sent my way, a nonverbal command to once again stay quiet and stay out of the way. I do as expected of me, focusing back on my book as I attempt to fold the paper correctly this time. "Come in," Nagato's voice echoes, his arms loose but still very present around my waist. Konan must be the one who knocked.

I'm proven right when the door swings open, the all-business woman standing in the frame. "Welcome back, Pain," she mutters walking into the room. She settles across the table from us, a silent staring contest going on as Konan refuses to acknowledge me and Pain refuses to speak until she does.

Like always, Koana loses. A soft, "Lapdog," is muttered in my direction with a paired glare. It's good enough for Nagato, who goes into a ramble about whatever the hell he did while we were in the Leaf and Sound villages.

Their conversation becomes background noise as I mess with the sheet, my impatience and anger quickly bubbling as I fail at getting the swan to come out right again. Nagato's hand shifts up, cupping my face to massage my jaw which I hadn't noticed was clenching.

"Dumb dog, pay attention" Konan mumbles, ripping the paper from my hands. Her eyes flicker to my book for a second before they settle back on the sheet of paper. My sights trail over her fingers, watching the way she folds the paper. I don't know if I'm more pissed or happy when she tugs on the paper, shifting the page into a proper swan.

Once again her attention shifts to my book, flipping through the pages before she settles on a page. Her eyes scan for a second before she steals another sheet from me.

"As I was saying," Nagato says, arms falling back to my hips. I drown him out, finding it pointless to pay attention to a conversation that'll give me more questions than answers.

Instead, I pay attention to the paper lady, leaning forward to see what page she landed on. Go figure, it's the dog folding technique. Konan is still focused on the conversation, not even bothered to pay attention to her hands as she folds the paper.

Despite the lack of focus, the sheets turn out exactly like the example picture, ticking me off even more. I shouldn't be surprised Konan is good at origami, after all, she is the paper ninja.

Throughout the unofficial meeting, her eyes flicker between Nagato and me, making sure I'm paying attention to the slow movements of her hands and how she folds the paper. By the time she gets up to leave, five little paper statues cover Nagato's desk.

"Pain," she mumbles, nodding her goodbye before turning towards me. "Useless Mutt," she mutters my way before turning on her heels to leave. She leaves behind her folded papers; a swan, a dog, a butterfly, a frog, and a flower.

Nagato sighs, head resting against my shoulder for a second before he turns back to his work. I go back to my scraped papers, slowly folding them in the ways Konan showed me.

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The dining room is tense, the weight of Pain's orders about me hanging in the air. Despite his orders, Nagato toys with the hem of my dress, his boner pressed against my butt as I sit on his lap. I'm not too surprised, his body has grown used to me warming his dick during our meals and for once I'm not.

The room is mostly silent, besides the sound of Itachi and Deidara in the kitchen making dinner. Everyone - besides Sasori - stares at me, everyone soaking in the uncomfortable atmosphere. I swear the sexual tension in the room is thick enough to choke someone.

Sasori's eyes are focused on my hands that toy with the fingers Pain hasn't settled on my thigh. "Puppet?" He calls, glancing at his leader before settling on my fingers again. "Give me your hand."

I let out a hum, turning my attention to the puppeteer. "Why?"

I don't get an answer. Instead, his eyes flicker around as he shifts forward, being careful to wrap up my hand and not touch Pain. Sasori moves slowly, tugging my arm toward him before resting it on the table. His fingertips slide over my skin, shifting the position of my arm how he wants it.

My eyes trail after his movements, curiosity sparked at whatever the puppet master has planned. Sasori's hands duck down, snatching Nagato's attention. Pain's hand tightens on my leg, shifting it further away from the puppeteer. Besides that, Nagato leaves me be, letting Sasori do whatever he has planned.

Sasori's hands jump back up, clenched around a box of markers. He settles the box on the table, snapping the lid open before he looks through the colors. He settles on one, a mossy green.

The room fills with the popping of the top being tugged off the marker, jump-starting the room into normalcy. Conversations pick up, everything from Pain being filled in about recent missions to the weather.

Focuses shift away from me, breaking some of the tension in the room, and putting my body at ease. I settle against Nagato's chest, watching as Sasori hovers his marker over different parts of my arm. The tip dips down, pressing the cool ink into my skin as he trails it over my arm. A continuous line twirls over my skin, starting from the dip of my elbow before ending in a rolled line across my wrist.

Ori mumbles to himself, flapping his hand around to help the ink dry as he focuses on the marker box again. I watch him toy with the colors before tugging two of them out, both slightly different greens from the line pressed into my skin.

Pain glances down, eyes settling on Sasori's fingers gently skirting over my skin as he adds different-sized oval shapes to the line. Nagato's attention doesn't stay there long though, it snaps to the box. He tugs the box over, eyes scanning it before settling it back in place. The big 'washable ink' label faces us, helping me make Pain's actions make sense.

Sasori doesn't seem to care - or notice. His focus is on the ovals, adding details to make them look like leaves. "Two colors?" He says, placing the greens back into their spots.

"Um... orange and purple, I guess," I mutter, watching as he tugs out different shades of my answer.

Ori continues doodling on my arm, trailing different circle-themed shapes against the vine. Now and again his fingertips rub against my arm, smudging and rubbing away the lines he doesn't like. "I am bored, speak puppet," he orders, eyes glancing at me for a second before they fall back to his project.

"Pain got me some new books while we were away," I start, watching for a reaction. It's hard to tell what Sasori likes and doesn't like hearing about. A hum is sent my way as he focuses on filling in the off-brand circles that I've managed to figure out are flowers. "I'm excited about one of them. Well, I'm excited about all of them but the one I'm going to read first is about - "

"This is an unamusing conversation. Talk about something else," he grumbles, getting a pointed look from Pain, one that Sasori doesn't see, but definitely feels. "Please," he adds, his marker being pressed into my skin a bit harsher.

"While I was away we took a detour to the Sound Village. I got to see a weird snake-looking man. His eyeliner was on point though," I ramble, describing the man Pain had a very heated conversation with. That seems to pique Sasori's interest, just enough that his eyes flicker up on occasion as I speak.

When the puppeteer is done with his work, my arm is fanned again to help all the ink dry. The trailing vine is coated in differently shaped leaves. Different shades and designed flowers decorate my skin too, in the orange and purple I requested. "How pretty," Ori mumbles, rubbing his marker-tinted fingertips over the art. "Don't ruin it," he orders, eyes set on me.

"I won't," I answer, getting an approving head nod in return. My eyes trail over the design, causing a smile to tug at the corners of my mouth. What a nifty little artist the puppet master is.

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Itachi's crow waddles around my shoulders, its beak knotting in my hair as it tries to eat it... or maybe it's trying to pluck it, I can't tell. Nonetheless, there's a crow in my hair and a crow-themed boy standing near me.

My little bubble of paradise with Nagato has been popped, leaving him doing something with Konan as I'm left to my own devices. Seeing how tense some of the members are, I've decided sitting on the counter as Itachi washes the dinnerware is probably my safest bet until Pain is back in the building.

So far that's been true. He's on the outskirts of my little world, hands submerged in the sink as I read one of my new books out loud, nodding his head along as I read to him. Occasionally Itachi will murmur, asking me to repeat something he didn't hear or correcting my pronunciation of I word I jumble up, reminding me that he is listening and I'm not wasting my breath.

"Dolly!" Tobi's voice rings out, cutting off my sentence. Itachi's eyes glance towards me before landing back on his task, leaving me to deal with the childish man on my own.

Said man-child is quickly in the kitchen, his body constantly shifting because of his inability to stand still. "Tobs," I call back, scanning the pink paper bag in his hands.

"I did what you said," he says, shaking the bag as he moves closer to me. "I've been waiting forever to share these with you."

"You did what I said?" I ask, setting my book down before I shift on the counter.

"Yes! You said next time I find a sweet treat I should bring you some so you can try it. So, on my last mission, I stopped and got us some jelly beans to share," Tobi rambles on, setting the bag down before he pulls out a couple of bags of jelly beans. He continues to ramble, running around the kitchen in search of a pair of scissors and a bowl.

"That sounds cool, Tobs," I coo, smiling at his little information dump even though I don't understand half the things he's saying. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"Of course, Dolly," he chirps, settling the now jelly bean-filled bowl in my lap. "The pink ones are strawberry flavored. They're my favorite."

"Oh ya?" I ask, digging through the bowl. I pick up a few of the pink-colored ones, popping a few in my mouth before tapping on Tobi's mask.

He's reluctant as he lifts it, his movements slow as he uncovers the bottom of his face. After I drop the remaining ones in his mouth, Tobs snaps his mask back in place. "The orange ones are, well orange. White is melon, purple is grape, the like tan looking ones are peach, and the yellow ones are banana flavored."

I hum in response, picking out a few beans of each color so we - well, so I can try them. Our circle repeats, a few of one color for me, taps to Tobi's mask, his slow shift of the obnoxiously orange face covering, and a few for him.

"Which one is your favorite?" He asks, chewing away at the last favor we tried.

"I'm not sure. They all have their positives and negatives," I answer him, scooping up some more of the sugary snack.

"Or maybe you're just not a jelly bean fan," Tobi giggles, shaking the candy out of my hand before he mimics my previous movements. He picks up some of the snack, picking at them in his palm before plopping them in my mouth like I was doing to him. "I'll get us a different treat next time I'm out. We'll find the candy really, really like."

"Whatever you say, Tobs," I giggle out around my mouth full of jellies.

"Maybe next time I'll grab a box of pocky sticks," he mutters, focused on sorting the beans by flavor. "I'll get all the different flavors for us to try."

"Alright, Tobi." The answer is good enough for Mr Happy-Go-Lucky, who's back to prancing in place as he snacks on and feeds me more of the sweet treat.

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"Why are you never where I need you to be?" A voice rings out, paired with a hand gripping my throat. I'm tugged out of the chair in Nagato's office, where I was curled up to try and read my book again.

The book tumbles to the floor as I'm lifted, another fit of yelling aimed my way before I have time to process who or why I'm being yelled at. "I swear you're the most useless Penny I've ever owned. Why can't you be where I need you?"

It's Kakuzu yelling at me because, of course, it is. I swear the man probably ran around the hideout yelling at me while I was away with Pain, even though I wasn't physically around to piss him off. I'm just the scapegoat for his anger problem.

"Zu," I whimper, trying to wiggle my fingers under his to loosen his grip. It's not as tight as usual, Nagato's little speech at dinner keeping the assassin at bay enough not to leave proof of his disobedience.

"Why are always so whiny? Hm? Why are you such a whiny bitch?" He grumbles, using my throat to lift me over the chair and resting me against his chest. "Forty-four more hours until I can stuff your mouth and stop all that whiny shit," Kakuzu taunts, hands falling to my thighs, gripping them and forcibly rubbing me against his erection.

"Zu," I hiss, clinging to his shoulders and tightening my legs around his waist to try to stop my forced movements. It doesn't work. If anything it encourages him more to dry hump me. "Kakuzu, you heard Pain. Knock it off."

"Tattletale," he groans, shoving my hips into his, leaving himself pressed under my skirt, but stopping the forced grinding.

Somewhat stopping the forced movement. Kakuzu starts moving, causing me to rub against him as he walks around the chair. He plops down in it, making sure I shift and I'm slammed against his dick when he sits down, temporally satisfying his needs.

"Pervy old man," I mutter, shifting so I'm kneeling over his lap instead of having myself pressed into his groin.

Kakuzu's hand swings forward, a warning slap landing on my cheek. It's gentler than normal, again his attempt to be able to deny anything I might tell Nagato, but pain still aches across my skin. "I swear, if you're not whining, you're bitching," he groans, shoving my hips back down so he's against me.

Despite the ridged man being, well, ridged, his fingers still prod at my tingling skin, toying with it. Whimpers spill from me caused by the forced burning under his fingertips, making Kakuzu twitch in his pants. "Penny," his attempt at cooing comes out cold and dark, almost a dare to insult him again. "Even though you are the most useless thing in this world, I have something for you."

"You bought me something?" I ask, tilting my head into his hold now that the burning pain has gone numb.

He chuckles as I scan over his bare face, enjoying the rare sight of it. My fingers jumps up, softly tracing the stitches on his face as the sound of his cocky laughter fills the room. "Of course not. You're not worth spending money on."

"Oh," I hum out, letting my hands tumble to his shoulders. I know it's not in my best interest but I push the collar of his shirt out of the way, tracing the stitches wrapped over his shoulders. "Did you make me something then?"

Again, his cackle rings out, hands tightening around my hips to shove me further up his clothed shaft. "You're not worth the effort. I stole your present off a dead guy."

My thoughts flicker around, everywhere from old coins out of circulation to the dead guy's femur. Kakuzu's laughter only grows from the look on my face, the sound as taunting as ever. "Would you like to see your gift?" He finally asks, his voice coming out as a hiss because of he attempts to silence his chuckles.

"Yes please," I answer, shifting my touch back to his face. It doesn't stay there long though. My fingertips trail up to Zu's loose locks, his hair down for the day since Pain didn't assign any new missions at dinner. It still surprises me how soft Kakuzu's hair is. Though since it's wrapped up in his head coverings most of the time I guess it's not that surprising.

He moves around under me, shifting more than needed so I tumble around his lap as he digs through his pockets. When Zu's hands are placed in front of me, they're both balled up in fists. "Pick a hand, Penny."

The words frighten me a bit, partly because I don't know what to expect, but mainly because Kakuzu never plays fair. "Left," I whisper, getting rewarded with a smack to my cheek and another round of howls from the assassin.

Once again the skin of my cheek stings and aches as Zu rubs it. "You should have seen your face when you realized you failed. It was not as terrible as usual. Perhaps you're not as useless as you seem."

His hands duck behind my back, shifting around to set up for the next round of our game. My heartbeat seems loud in my ears as Kakuzu settles his hands between us again. His glowing green eyes scan my face, a sinister smile resting on his lips as he awaits my answer. "Um... right."

"Are you sure?" He mutters, his eyes tense as he looks down at me.

"Yes," I whisper, snapping my eyes shut in preparation for another failed round. Instead of Zu's big hand making contact with my cheek, a hard and chilled circle is pressed against the sore skin.

Slowly I flutter my eyes open, being met with unamused Kakuzu. "You're a lot more entertaining when you fail," he groans, the hand not pressing the mystery item to my cheek moving to grip my right wrist.

Zu's movements are as rough as always, forcing my wrist upward before shoving the items on my finger. My eyes shift down, looking over the smudged and chunky gold band around my middle finger. "You got me a ring?" I mutter, nervously glancing at the assassin. He's never nice, especially this nice without a 'but' added to the end.

Kakuzu shifts, slouching in the fluffy chair. I'm moved again, rubbing against his hard-on once again as he stretches out. "I killed a rouge for their bounty and stripped the jewelry off them," Zu mutters, his hands toying with my skirt, shoving it up and down my thighs. "The pawn shop I took it to said the ring was fake gold so it's no use to me. Do not get it wet, I don't need a lecture from Pain about turning you green."

"Yes, Sir," I mutter, leaning forward to crash my lips against his. It's a dumb move, a move that'll tempt Kakuzu even more to crack his flimsy obedience to Nagato, but if I give the cold-hearted man some positive reinforcement, maybe he'll do nice things more often. "What do you want in return?" I mumble, refusing to just wait around for the other shoe to drop.

"I told you, the ring is worthless, it would have ended up in the trash," he grumbles, his eyes stuck on my lips as his legs move in circles, rubbing himself against me. "Though a few more kisses would be nice unless you're going to be a loose-lipped bitch and tell Pain."

"Oh, so it's a 'shut up' gift," I tease, trailing kisses across his knitted face. "You just gave me the ring so I wouldn't tattle on your desperate old man humping."

Kakuzu's hand shoots forward again, this time gripping my face, forcing me to look into his liquid emerald eyes. "I could break your fucking jaw or snap your neck, those would be officiant 'shut up' gifts."

My eyes shift, looking at the wall behind him as I tilt my head in his grasp. "Or we could make out."

"Ya, that's what I thought you meant," he grumbles, dropping his hold on my cheeks to shove me against his torso. "Now, stop bitching for once."

"Yes, sir."

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