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[oramja]

Day 1 of @sasodeiweek - surreal/oddities

Kasa-obake spooky scary licking yokai

[pocketlessdruid]

Trust & tension

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(I hope tumblr handles this one!)

[ladykissingfish]

*Sasori, staring at Deidara and Hidan through the bars of a jail cell* Sasori: Well ... I honestly can't say I'm very surprised, brat. I knew we'd be in this situation someday. I just didn't think it would be so soon. Your irresponsibility is -- Hidan: Can ya spare us the lecture, puppet-dick? Did 'Kuzu send over my bail money with you or not? Sasori: He did, but he stated that it's up to me whether or not I use it for it's purpose. I believe he suggested that I should, and I quote, "Get some of that expensive wood polish you like and leave the idiot to rot in the cell." Deidara: Danna ... you wouldn't do that to him, hm. You wouldn't do that to ME. I know you're disappointed but -- Sasori: You're goddamned right I'm disappointed, Deidara. The robbery charge I understand, the arson charge I understand. Resisting arrest? Understandable. But the fact that you morons got caught in the first place? Completely unnacceptable. Hidan: Wait a sec ... you're not mad that we committed all these crimes, but that we got caught?? What kind of messed up sh -- Deidara: Hey, when we get home, lets do a little role-playing, hm. You can be the guard and I can be the bad, baaaad boy who did something naughty and needs to be punished ~ Hidan: ... Deidara literally stuck fireworks up a guy's shirt and lit them. The guy exploded into a million pieces. I think bits of him are still in my hair. I -- Sasori, to Deidara: Oh, that sounds like fun. I've got a few new toys sure to make sure that it's the most divine punishment you'll ever feel ~ Hidan: Hidan: You know what? Go ahead and leave me in here for a couple of days.

[yowyowyaoi]

*Sasori glances up from a book and notices Deidara staring intently at the back of his hand* Sasori: Dei? My dear? Deidara: Yeah? Sasori: Er, you've been looking at your hand for, I don't know, at least an hour now. Is there something wrong with it? Deidara: Did you ever notice before how many different little spots there are on the hand, the spots where the hair is connected to, hm? Sasori: ... No? Deidara: But that's nothing; watch his! *moves his hand exaggeratedly slow in the air in front of his face* Sasori: What was I supposed to see? Deidara: You didn't see the colors? Or the sparkles? Or hear the "ding ding" bell sound?? Here, I'll show you again ... *moves his hand slowly again and giggles* Sasori: Sasori: Are ... are you feeling all right? Deidara: I feel GREAT, hm. When me and Tobi were walking back home through the woods, he found a mushroom patch! At first I thought they tasted weird, but after about five of them, my whole body felt lighter and everything got so bright, hm! Sasori: M-mushroom patch? What kind of mushrooms did you -- *Tobi walks in, completely maskless, tears coming down his face* Tobi, in Obito voice: Senpaaaaai! I found my face! IT WAS BEHIND MY MASK THE WHOLE TIME! Deidara: That's great, Tobi! Hey, watch, I wanna show you something cool to do with your hands! Sasori:

[poissonchan]

@sasodeiweek day 1 surreal/oddities

rly out weirding one another ffs

[justanotherblonde]

FINALLY, it's done!! Remember when i posted a teaser of Chapter 1 A YEAR AGO??? i know i've totally missed @sasodeiweek 2025, and understand if you can't put this in the AO3 collection, but here it is nonetheless:

Thunderstruck (AO3) - a music/rock band/pop-star AU featuring Deidara-the-rocker and Sasori-the-cellist

Summary: First chair cello for the Sunagakure Philharmonic Sasori knows he is struggling to move past his break up with retired conductor Third, while front-man to the pop-metal band C4 Deidara chafes at restrictions set by his label, Masked Man Records. When "chance" brings the two musicians together for a concert in Sunagakure, their lives are irrevocably changed.

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Sasori/Deidara (end-game), Sasori/Third Kazekage (post-break-up and man is this ex annoying), Deidara/Uchiha OC (regrets were had), Naruto/Gaara (because who doesn't want to see homicidal-maniac-dark-place Gaara be metaphorically reborn?), teensy glimpse of Kakuzu/Hidan.

Characters: Sasori, Deidara, Third Kazekage, Obito-as-"Madara", Gaara, Naruto (first time ever writing him despite being in the fandom for how long??), Konan, Yahiko, Hidan and Kakuzu (briefly)

Tags: (im so sorry there's a lot... it's been a long time since i tagged things and this piece got complicated...)

Words: 35,677 Chapters: 5

click here to read!! love you all so much ❤️💛

[theycantbringusdown]

Here’s the sixth prompt of SasoDei Week that’s become my personal favourite.

Fake Dating/Codependency ❤️💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63515566/chapters/162759973

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[denerturee]

Happy Sasodei week 2025 💛💥❤️🦂

Day 3 Prison - Rescue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63361981/chapters/162480634

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[sasodeiweek]

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[seisheun]

SasoDei Week 2024 - Day 4 - Possession / Obsession

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Inspired by Wuthering Heights; Sasori as Heathcliff and Deidara as Cathy.

I’m normally more of a writer than a drawer, but wanted to give it a go for this year’s SasoDei week. I found I fell in love with the language in Wuthering Heights and thought it fit so well with this obsession / possession prompt.

I liked the unyielding, passionate desire between the two, not able to quit each other in mind and soul, even if actual life decisions kept them in some form of separation.

[mangofresca]

v. album

Scientific name: Veratrum album Family: Melanthiaceae Kingdom: Plantae Veratrum plants contain highly toxic steroidal alkaloids—all parts of these plants are poisonous, with the roots and rhizomes being the most poisonous. If ingested, symptoms include abdominal pain, numbness, headache, sweating, muscle weakness, bradycardia, hypotension, and seizures. Deidara always was very good at putting on a show. Part 4 of mithridatism, Sasodei.

Words: 4,095, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Control, Poison Play, Submission, Pain Kink, Blood Play, Knife Play, Edging, Power Dynamics, Sensory Deprivation, Porn with Feelings, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, been a while since ive posted sasodei hows everyone doin, deidara is so pretentious it hurts. like he’s obnoxious with it, no beta we die like. well like sasodei tbh, sasodeiweek, sasodeiweek2024

My entry for sasodei week for the prompt of obsession/possession, because fuck it why not. i havent posted in this series in a while so uhhhhh yeah enjoy jhghjhg

[oramja]

Day 3 of @sasodeiweek - prison/rescue

Saw this picture and thought Deidara could wear something like this and get into trouble

[pocketlessdruid]

Sasodei week day 1: kids

Deidara gets so enthusiastic about meeting a fellow artist but sensory issued Sasori is absolutely not happy to be touched with mouth hands

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[ladykissingfish]

Sasori: Dei ... what in the name of God are you doing? Deidara: Eating breakfast, Danna. Isn't that obvious? Geez, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, hm. Sasori: I can see that you're eating, brat. However ... I may not remember much about my physical life as a human, but I'm fairly positive that ORANGE JUICE does NOT go in CEREAL. Because MILK goes in cereal. Deidara: But I don't like milk. And orange juice is healthy, isn't it? So why shouldn't I combine the two things together? Sasori: Because it's incredibly odd? Not to mention it sounds disgusting?? Deidara: You gut human beings and make them into puppets, hm. You don't really have the right to lecture ME on what's "disgusting". Sasori: You blow people up and call the ensuing rain of blood and body parts "art". Deidara: Oh yeah?! Well what about that time I caught YOU -- Kakuzu: Your entire relationship is an abomination that should have been prevented long before it began.

[emmalouisefanfiction]

My contribution to the @sasodeiweek event.

Prompt: Obsession/Possession.

Summary: His final art was supposed to be it. Deidara's name would be lit up for all history to admire. It was just his luck that Sasori had other plans.

AO3 Tags: Post-CanonPost-War, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Unequal partnership, Power Imbalance, Sasori's a bit of a dick, Puppets, Non-Consensual Touching, Somnophilia, Sasori has no understanding of personal space.

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He was dead. He’d died. He had blown himself up. But suddenly, Deidara wasn’t so sure about that. If this was the realm of the dead then he was hallucinating.

Am I alive? Again?

His body stiffened. His legs felt like they were fused together. But his arm burned as though someone had tried to blow him up. He smiled at that. At least, he tried to smile. His mouth wouldn’t twist and his face was rigid. And all of a sudden he became aware of his predicament.

Stuck. Stiff. Frozen in place. Unfeeling.

His eyes wouldn’t open but his ears detected movement nearby. The sound of shuffling feet. Metal instruments clanging ever so softly against each other. He couldn’t feel anything but his imagination told him the air was stuffy and filled with the smell of concoctions. Perhaps it was just his paranoia.

Fear trickled through him at the sound of hurried footsteps. He braced himself for an attack, as much as he could as he wasn’t physically capable of it. But no, this would not do. He hadn’t truly feared anything for a long time. And the Uchiha brothers didn’t count. They were abominations.

He waited. And waited. But no cold steel sliced at him. There were no surges of chakra. Nothing. Nothing that he could feel or sense. It was annoying. And strange. He tried to focus on his breathing but it didn’t come. Even stranger.

Feeling emboldened, he tried to cry out, to make some noise to attract attention to his conscious state. Surely the someone nearby meant him no harm. They could help. Though he was loath to do it. Since when did Deidara, the magnificent explosives expert with perfect hair and the greatest art the world has ever seen, needed anything? From anyone? People were just test subjects for his art.

Still, his efforts were in vain. Which was just as well, because he’d never live down the shame of pleading for help. But what to do?

An abrupt clunking sound echoed in the room. He presumed he was in a room, but he could be outdoors for all he knew. If he wasn’t so cut off from everything, he might have jumped, startled. The drip, drop of liquids, like water falling from the ceiling. Or blood.

He still couldn’t smile.

And quite suddenly, his eyes began to move, wiggling under their lids like a bird about to hatch. 

“No, too soon.” The husky voice was soft and coaxing; a warm breath on his ear now that he could finally feel it. “Relax. Go back to sleep.”

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Sensations.

Several of them.

The first was a tingly feeling. Like he had skin and pores and goosebumps but they didn’t work quite right. Deidara scoffed.

The second was the soft stroke of something hard against him. Not a kunai but not skin. Something pliable like his clay but with a mind of its own.

Sasori’s puppet hand? He tried to smirk. Or something more salacious? He wouldn’t be opposed to it. But Deidara preferred to be a participant, not some doll that sat there and waited to be touched. This was… unacceptable. 

The third sensation was akin to fear. More like helplessness. And a bit of anger.

But he couldn’t stop it. The touching. The feelings.

It started along his chest, soft and cautious. If he still had fine hairs there they would probably be standing on end. There was no warmth. Or cold. Just touch against touch. These probing strokes continued; the shape of the palm of a hand splayed out on his torso. A humming sound. Like his attacker was debating something.

Sasori.

More than the logical presumption of his partner’s puppet body, Deidara had heard his voice. He would know the sounds of the redhead anywhere.

But what is he doing, yeah?

He waited. It made him tremble in anticipation. His partner. His former lover. What was he doing with Deidara’s prone body? What was he… ugh. Okay, when he got his autonomy back, Sasori was going to die. Again.

His partner’s hand was now moving downwards. It was joined by his other hand and soft caresses trickled along his torso before gripping his hips. Almost like Sasori used to do back when he had a cock. When Deidara had a cock. And speaking of cocks.

Warmth. Fuck. Warmth. No, heat. Gripping and stroking. Kami. Please, fuck!

Deidara couldn’t moan or whine like he wanted but the tautness of his body stretched him; phantom pleasure from a time long ago. He remembered what those hands were capable of. Stroking his dick. Did he even have a dick? It sure felt like it. This was too familiar.

And then suddenly, all those sensations vanished. They left behind a cold breeze. Bereft of a lover’s touch.

Sasori’s voice was husky, like he’d run that marathon with him. “Good. You’re getting there.”

The darkness consumed him once more.

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What is that odd feeling?

His eyes were still clamped shut but now he could move his fingers and toes. It was little comfort. Coming out of the haze was different. The transition was easier this time.

This time it felt like Sasori was merely massaging him. Breathing life into his limbs. Getting his circulation pumping. It was clinical. Not arousing at all. Except for the fact that it was. Fingers probed his calves, quick and deft. They moved to his toes and the sensation of control spread throughout his leg.

“Yes,” Sasori said. It came from the darkness of Deidara’s perception but it held so much hope. “Right there.”

If he wasn’t trying to be sexual, he was failing. Husky. He moaned. Then stopped suddenly, startled by the sound of his own voice.

“Does that feel good?”

Deidara couldn’t speak of course but he felt his body react. His throat hummed. Sasori’s hand found his cock again, like before. The massage was no different than before barring the eroticism had grown to a higher level. And his balls were squeezed and fondled.

“Progress.”

How the fuck was Sasori manhandling his dick (he presumed it was his dick) progress ? And progress to what exactly?

“You will soon feel it all.”

Huh?

It wasn’t a question.

“Did you forget we used to do that all the time.”

Sasori’s voice was light-hearted now. Almost as carefree as the boy he’d once been.

Deidara moaned again. The blissfulness of his memory of an orgasm knocking him out cold.

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This time Deidara couldn’t move at all. Like all the progress Sasori had talked about had disappeared. Vanished. Much like his own tarnished soul.

This has to be the realm of the dead. But not a hallucination.

Sasori was talking nearby. Clanking and dripping sounds. In all the somnophilia, Deidara had forgotten his background. But now it is more pronounced than ever. He had to be in a lab. One of Sasori’s laboratories. Maybe the very one he’d used to turn himself into a puppet in the first place.

Wait.

What was the fucker doing ?

Wait.

The last time he came back to life it was in another body. He’d felt invincible. It had been the perfect opportunity to test his Suicide Bomb Jutsu. The one that had failed to kill Sasuke. The bastard.

Wait.

Yeah, Sasori had come back too. But the baka had also willingly “let go” or whatever that stupid disappearing act of his was. The jerk! But did this mean he hadn’t really gone? Or were they both brought back by Madara again? This was so confusing.

“Your memories are incomplete.”

Sasori’s breath was on his face and Deidara could feel the moist warmth. But no smell.

Huh? Yeah? Well your dick is incomplete, senpai!

“They need to be retrieved.”

Deidara mentally rolled his eyes as Sasori’s hands were on him again. But only for a moment this time. They abruptly pulled away.

“One last time.”

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“You’re complete now. Wake up.”

Blue eyes opened slowly. More tentatively than before. Once the ceiling came into focus, he blinked quickly a few times then scrunched his eyes together tightly. Almost like it really was a hallucination. Dimly aware of his own body, he groaned and tried to roll over. Sasori’s hands were on him again, this time helping him to move. To sit on the side of the bed, his legs over the edge.

“What the fuck?” His own voice was hoarse.

“You are alive again.”

Deidara blinked again. The greyish brown eyes of his partner were more alive than he’d ever seen them. But he still retained that cool aloofness that Deidara had always tried to imitate. A concerned expression sent the room spinning and the blond gripped Sasori tightly. He wasn’t ready for this.

“When I said you were stuck with me as a partner, this wasn’t what I meant, un.”

Sasori didn’t shrug his shoulders or sigh in exasperation. In fact, Deidara was only beginning to realise just how non-expressive his Akatsuki partner really was.

“What did you do, un?”

“I revived you.”

“How?”

“I’ll explain the details later. But suffice it to say, I had a back-up plan.”

Deidara grunted. “Yeah, sure.”

His partner didn’t take the bait.

“Fine,” he said. “I accept it. But why am I here?”

He knew the answer. Memories of Sasori’s hands on his cock were proof enough. They had been together for a while before Sasori’s “death” at the hands of his grandmother and that underaged pink-haired tween. It hadn’t gone very far and there was no love lost between them. So if Sasori had revived Deidara now, for the same reason he’d struck up their relationship then, then…

“Is this like a sex thing or something, un?”

“Or something.”

Deidara raised an eyebrow at him.

The corner of Sasori’s lips quirked upward slightly.

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[poissonchan]

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