Moth Eaten Lungs

HashiTobi side blog! 30+

[undekaying-deactivated20240629]

A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.

[br0therw1fe]

HashiTobi blogs of Tumblr go treat yourselves. Crying sobbing etc I love Pixiv thank you to my sisters on Pixiv

[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.

[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 ┐(´～`；)┌

[willjulep]

It's not enough to call your knight a "good boy". Sometimes you've got to hit him with a "you're the only one worthy to sit at my feet".

[diakrino-xx-deactivated20250331]

my emotional support internet strangers

[entangledribs]

There has always been something in the way Tobirama bit and snarled when all weapons and chakra were no longer an option mid- battle.

Blood drips from a cut to his forehead right where the happuri had crumbled under a harsh blow that left him discombobulated for a few moments- inciting Hashirama's anger from across the battlefield.

Tobirama shook off the force of the blow- quickly regaining his footing once more and dodging another attack that would have surly done further damage.

Hashirama knew his brother- just as sure as he knew his loyalty.

Never had there come a day where he didnt return to Hashirama’s side as promised- as expected. Today would be no different.

Depleted of his chakra Tobirama turns to hand to hand combat- teeth glinting in the unforgiving sun- a secondary option if needed.

Hashirama can hear Tobirama’s snarls loud and clear as he slowly makes his way across the battle to his side. The ground trembles beneath him and roots become ravenous.

Hashirama thinks of the night to come- when the battle is done and Tobirama is in his arms once more.

Hashirama thinks of how he will hold him- how he will run his hands across his body- soothing away bruises and any scars that threaten to remain with his lips and fingertips. Marks that have no buisness lingering on Tobirama’s skin any longer than they had to.

Marks that were not his own.

Hashirama knows there will be plenty- knows himself well enough that it will be a challenge to hold back.

Instead he focuses on what is to come- focuses on the reward that is Tobirama once more at his side.

He thinks he will be gentle- maybe at first- or perhaps towards the end.

Either way, Hashirama looks forward to the sting of Tobirama’s nails raking down his back as he desperately tries to hold on- as he often does.

A wonderful gift to admire in the mirror, come morning.

[entangledribs]

I want you all to know i wrote a hashitobi blurb- but tumblr ate it and refused to spit it back out.

[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.

[entangledribs]

Fem Hashitobi will save me

[hashiramashonkers]

Tobirama, revving a chainsaw: I can fix him.

Tobirama, later: Interesting. Anija, it appears he is now worse.

[bl00dalchemist]

i just had to

[writing-prompt-s]

You always wanted to be a Healer. Unfortunately, your dad was an Necromancer and your mother a Demon Summoner. So your healing was a bit… unconventional to say the least.

[teaboot]

“Listen, is he alive? Technically, no. But his body is moving and his soul is controlling it, so frankly I don’t see a problem.”

[disgustinggf]

[kuviraissues]

in your room

your burning eyes

cause flames to arise

will you let the fire die down soon?

[br0therw1fe]

Hashirama fucking his brother's thighs

[entangledribs]

This just makes me think of those quiet nights where Hashirama slips into Tobirama’s bed. Its late and the summer air is hot and humid and everything feels sticky. Tobirama blinks up and him sleepily and Hashirama kisses him.

Its too hot to sleep fully clothed and Hashirama takes full advantage of Tobirama’s habit of sleeping in only his fundoshi whenever the summer heat gets to be too much.

Tobirama whimpers softly and lazily rolls his hips in time with Hashirama’s. Lips parting with little too no resistance to Hashirama’s tongue.

The heat had always robbed him of his strength and today he was exceptionally weak to it.

He tenses, his breathing labored as he shivers, coming quickly beneath his fundoshi.

Hashirama kisses him deeply in praise and turns him onto his stomach with one last peck.

Hashirama doesnt remove Tobirama’s fundoshi, instead he simply raises Tobirama’s hips and slides his cock right between his thighs, sticky with sweat.

Tobirama whimpers once more, biting into his pillow to muffle the sound.

Hashirama sets a fast pace, chasing his pleasure as he nips and suckles the skin of Tobirama’s neck and shoulders.

Where the heat saps Tobirama of his strength, it adds to Hashirama’s.

Idly, Hashirama reaches down and taps Tobirama’s outer thigh. Immediately, Tobirama pushes his thighs closer together. Tightening them further for Hashirama's cock.

Hashirama groans deep as he fucks between them faster, harder.

He kisses the nape of Tobirama’s neck gently before sinking his teeth in as he spills between his thighs.

Tobirama sighs as Hashirama withdraws his teeth and allows him to sink into the softness of his futon as he drifts into sleep. Hardly paying any mind to the way Hashirama continues to kiss him, deft fingers removing his fundoshi.

Whether Hashirama decides to fuck him as he slept or is simply cleaning up the mess isn't Tobirama’s problem, so long as he gets to sleep off the summer heat and wakes up clean.

[cookrama]

"Don't die"

[mae0x]

i have to throw up emotionally