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in hell hashitobi + madaizu and cringeposting away from main

[entangledribs]

Hashirama's hands are gentle as he runs soap through Tobirama’s hair. Deft fingers long familiar with Tobirama’s sensitive scalp move quickly, taking care to pause every once in a while to massage away any soreness from before.

Admittedly, Hashirama can get a little carried away.

"Does it hurt?" Hashirama asks.

Tobirama trembles in his arms, panting as Hashirama rolls his hips up in a steady thrust, never breaking rhythm as he washes Tobirama’s hair.

When Tobirama fails to respond right away, his body already spent of all that he can give, Hashirama lays a gentle kiss to his shoulder- a warning of an inevitable promise.

Even if he had the strength to think, never mind talk, Tobirama would never admit to the ache in his scalp from where Hashirama gripped his hair in an unforgiving hold as he held him face down on the bed, fucking into him at a brutal pace- teeth gnawing at the skin of Tobirama’s neck before licking and kissing away the initial sting of his teeth.

Tobirama would never admit to the soreness of his hips from how wide Hashirama pushed his thighs apart as he rolled him over and fucked him again, watching as he sunk into Tobirama again and again, claiming what had always been his over and over.

Hashirama was never shy about his jealousy- though he never once worried or doubted Tobirama’s loyalty, that didn't mean he wasnt irked by unwanted eyes following Tobirama wherever he went.

Tobirama knew that look- that wide smile paired with cold eyes, never towards him, but to whomever stood a little too close, to whoever spoke a little too familiarly for Hashirama's comfort.

Tobirama would never admit to the way he aches even now, dead weight in Hashirama’s lap. Even as Hashirama continues to fuck into him Tobirama refuses to tell him to stop simply because he doesn't want him to.

Everything that he is, even from the beginning, had always belonged to Hashirama.

It doesnt matter if he is sore, if he aches, if it burns- none of that matters because Hashirama's breath at last has begun to shudder. No longer is it steady and unhindered- now its staccato- labored and quick as he rolls his hips up in an unforgiving pace.

He will come soon and Tobirama hopes it will be inside him this time.

Hashirama is still gentle as he washes Tobirama’s hair though and such control only tells Tobirama this night is still far from over.

Tobirama’s cock gives a feeble twitch at the thought and Hashirama, so attuned to Tobirama’s body, laughs in delight.

[bird-n-worm]

Dying on this Hashirama lactation fetish hill

[bird-n-worm]

Hashirama was never really all that close to their mother, being the oldest of four. Her attention was always on his younger brothers. She died when he was very young, leaving him with hazy memories of her. The only physical proof that she ever existed is Tobirama.. her spitting image. Is it really so wrong that sometimes all he wants is for the mirror of his mother to hold him close and hum him to sleep? His Tobirama, always caring for him, protecting him from himself and his father.

Tobirama was his father's prized possession. Forged in the fire of his mother's womb and his father's love as the perfect, obedient, placating weapon. Of course he feels like he's melting every time Hashirama praises him, like their father never truly did. Feels like he's floating when Hashirama drinks to excess, and his eyes go dull in that same way their father's did right before he made Tobirama useful.

Their parents adored each other, Hashirama vaguely remembers that. Butsuma made sure that everyone knew just how much he adored his perfect wife. There was never any shame about that in their home, never any real privacy. If he thinks hard enough he can remember their father keeping their mother on his lap, whispering to her, watching for the smirk she'd always give in reply. They were perfect for each other.

Tobirama doesn't really have any memories of his own, but he became a vessel for Butsuma's. "Just one more son" he'd whisper, slurring in Tobirama's ear and reeking of intoxication and sweat. "Remember when we made Itama? I know.. I know I said he would be our last but, you just do it so well.." and Tobirama would play the part until his father fell asleep, warm and heavy around him.

Neither of them can help but want to keep that love, obsession, and that fierce loyalty alive.

[keikoku]

“Lower your finger.”

[bobbato]

[entangledribs]

Hashirama's favorite thing in the world was waking up to Tobirama curled close to her side.

Mother had always disliked the close bond they shared- had called it dangerous and unhealthy. Oftentimes warning them against such attachments to one another in a world where lives were snuffed without recourse.

Hashirama pitied her.

Mother would never understand what it was to love and be loved in return.

Mornings like these is what proved to Hashirama that goodness and peace still resided on this earth, so long as Tobirama’s heart continued to beat as she slept beside her.

Tobirama’s cheek is pressed onto Hashirama's breast, her pillow long forgotten in favor of Hashirama's chest.

Her legs are entangled with Hashirama’s beneath the sheets, the summer heat discouraging heavier blankets. Her arm twitches slightly where it lay slung across Hashirama's waist.

Hashirama strokes Tobirama’s cheek as she lays a kiss to the crown of her head, silky silver hair ticking Hashirama's nose.

Soon the sun will finish rising and Tobirama will scrunch her nose in displeasure before her eyelashes will flutter open for just a moment. Then she will turn her head and bury her face into Hashirama's chest to hide from the sun as she curls in closer to chase any warmth radiating from Hashirama's body.

Its a routine Hashirama knows like the back of her hand- one she would never trade for any other.

One she will kill to keep.

And has.

A shame really- their father was quite young when his sudden illness had taken him so soon.

That very night Hashirama had moved her futon back into Tobirama’s room as he drew his last breath.

Such unfortunate things come to pass in life however and are best not dwelled on for longer than a passing thought.

Hashirama had her sister to take care of, afterall.

[sundownvalentine]

Tobirama being the mediator kid is so so so so so so SO important to me by the way. They pull out the "he's feeling blue today too, please forgive him" panel and I slump to the floor and bleed out. The act of shielding his brother with his body and apologizing on hashiramas behalf to smooth over the situation? Gahhhh. What if adults were all irrational and stupid and we as children know that the fighting would one day destroy us all and you would put yourself in harms way before you would see your father strike your brother in anger... it's not his fault he's so angry, hes simply feeling blue today

[sadomiasochasm]

Hashirama getting Tobirama off but Tobirama doesn't get hard the entire time and he cums while soft. Can anyone hear me. Is this thing on.

[sundownvalentine]

Listen im not even like a diehard hashitobi guy but like. I do think their relationship is so weird and multifaceted and codependent and influenced by their inherent power dynamic that the hashitobi posters are the ones who really capture their dynamic to its fullest extent because they aren't afraid to explore the taboo and weird parts of that relationship. And if that happens to include an incestuous fixation that continues the cycle of abuse then what can you do about it man ┐(´～`；)┌