#hashitobi

[sexyorangepants]

Dancer Tobirama(•̀ω•́)✧

If he dresses like that, I believe this assassin would succeed in killing anyone he targets because of his looks😚😚😚😍

[zackdheniel]

Team tobirama🤍💙 and hashimada ❤️🖤

[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]

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.

[petalsofelrondir]

Tobirama is a senju by marriage verse

Where madara asks hashirama to kill either himself or tobirama in order for peace to happen. Dont ask me about the original dialogue bc its far far gone from my own memories lmao but something like "kill tobirama so that you may know how i feel losing my last brother, or kill yourself for tobirama to feel the lost of his last brother by his own hands" and hashirama is too devastated by this ultimatum to respond but tobirama is like wtf "Hashirama has already felt the death of his last brother years ago at the hands of the Uchiha child hunting party. He has no other brothers to kill, and no brother left to feel the sting of his death."

Madara narrows his eyes in anger, how dare Tobirama lie to him to his face as if he wasn't standing there beside Hashirama, alive and whole. Tobirama who was staring at him understands immediately before Madara could utter his next words, his eyes widen and his crossed arms fall to his sides. "You thought we were brothers." He states rather than questions.

Tobirama has better tact than to laugh in the face of Madara's misunderstanding, for all that Madara was asking for either of their deaths. But he cannot keep the mocking tone out of his voice when he speaks, "Hashirama has no brothers left, he hasn't felt the touch or feel their care for many more years than you can imagine, Uchiha." The wound is too fresh for Madara not to growl in anger and despair at the dig.

"And yet, Hashirama continues to dream. He continues to hope for a future where children will not die needlessly, and will not be forced to forfeit their life for the sake of duty. He dreams of this peace with you." Tobirama spits out, bitter that his husband continues to chase after someone who does not return his sentiments even at the end of the line.

"Now, you ask for him to sully his own hands with the blood of his kin before you will agree to his peace." But for all that Tobirama is bitter, he is also tired. All these years, nothing but lost and more lost. He has nothing left but Hashirama and this family that he was duty bound to. He was nothing if not a dutiful wife.

"Will you have him kill his own wife to satisfy your conditions, Uchiha? Have him sever my head from my body to serve on a silver platter so you may agree to no longer put your future clan children at death's doors?" Tobirama steps closer despite the sound of warning from Hashirama, "I killed Izuna because it was war, kill or be killed. You know this. He knew this. You also know you live because Hashirama believes in you still, believes that you still share his dream of peace. He grieves his brothers by trying to ensure no others need to feel his pain, you grieve by forcing him to feel that pain with his own hands."

"Enough!" Hashirama finally speaks, knowing first hand how sharp Tobirama could be with his words and would land that final blow regardless of how anyone feels about it. Tobirama glances back at Hashirama before turning fully towards him.

"Enough. If Madara requires my death in order for our clans to unite, then so be it. Tobirama, my love, my heart, please work together with Touka to ensure the peace will last after my death. No child should have to endure what we have endured, to forfeit their lives in order to survive." As you have is implied heavily but not spoken.

"Hashirama! This is insanity!" Tobirama's face twists in incredulity and fear. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to end.

And yea thats all i have hahahah for nowwww, might turn this into a proper fic or not, I feel like i have too many snippets for the senju by marriage idea but having to string everything into a proper fic is too much work HAHA but maybe someday

[cookrama]

Sultan Games Au

Tobirama is the the king’s wife and suffers from poor eyesight, causing him to stumble frequently. As a result, Hashirama keeps him carefully hidden, forbidding anyone from approaching, even when the Lust card is drawn

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[snowanemonee]

Why the Hashirama/Tobirama makes complete sense, if you really think about it🐟🌳

To answer this question, in my opinion we need to focus not on Hashirama, but on Tobirama.

So, where does the Second Hokage channel his mental and emotional energy?🤔

· Creating jutsu (an act of creation)

· Building systems (an act of ordering the world)

· Serving his brother (an act of devotion)

Many would say that this might be enough to channel one's libido elsewhere but let's suppose, for a moment, that it isn't. In that case, Tobirama would most likely choose Hashirama as his object of desire, entirely unconsciously and here is why.

1. Fixation on his brother

In canon, both the anime and the manga it is clear that Tobirama is deeply attached to Hashirama. He supported his dream and, in essence, dedicated his life to it. Tobirama protected his brother from their father, watched over him. The list goes on. His devotion is all-encompassing: gratitude, admiration, and an acute sense of responsibility all blend together within it.

2. Information control: the absolute guarantee of secrecy

For Tobirama, it is critically important to maintain full control over what others know about him. We see this in how insistently he emphasizes that the techniques are his creations. And in how calculatedly he established the Uchiha police force - a move that allowed him to simultaneously weaken the clan and save face. His external image matters to him enormously, bordering on a paranoid degree of self-surveillance.

Any external romantic attachment creates a risk of exposure: a partner might let something slip, rumors might start, his behaviour might become the subject of discussion. Incest eliminates this problem entirely. The taboo functions as an unbreakable seal: Hashirama would never, ever tell anyone because it would destroy him as well. Tobirama gains intimacy without the slightest threat of being seen and talked about. Even if this exists only in the realm of fantasy, it is an extraordinarily safe fantasy.

3. Hashirama as the only one who is stronger: the chance to relinquish control

Tobirama is accustomed to controlling everything and everyone around him; as Hokage, he built a multitude of systems, as we all know. And yet he has no partner and one may suppose that he is incapable of relaxing with anyone. To allow himself to be led would mean a loss of control, and therefore vulnerability. Hashirama is the only person to whom he can yield without a sense of humiliation. Submitting to his brother in an intimate space becomes, for Tobirama, an accessible form of temporarily switching off control. (Another, more intellectual mode of release for him is dominance in the realm of knowledge and strategy.)

4. Shared trauma as a bond: the survivors of a single generation

All the younger brothers are dead. Madara is dead. Only two remain from the generation that began building Konoha. Their connection grows not only from desire but also from a shared history of loss.

5. Absence of emotional demands: an economy of communication

Hashirama most likely asks very little of him (and good luck to anyone who tries). For Tobirama, who does not know how to talk about feelings and does not wish to, this is an ideal form of closeness or of a fantasy of closeness. It requires no explanations.

6. «The overcoming of the rival»

Madara is dead. The place beside Hashirama has become vacant. Tobirama cannot replace Madara as an equal in power but he can take his place in a different dimension. This is not a conscious triumph, but rather an unconscious satisfaction in the fact that the rival has been eliminated and his position has been occupied.

An incestuous bond between Hashirama and Tobirama is internally logical because it simultaneously resolves several deep-seated needs for Tobirama: it guarantees secrecy, eliminates the risk of betrayal, symbolically replaces Madara, offers the chance to hand over control to the only one he trusts, serves as proof of his own indispensability, frees him from emotional demands, and cements the shared trauma of being the ones who survived. It is an almost functional solution for a psyche that, it seems, has been left with no other way to access closeness without placing itself under threat.

Of course, there is a difference between unconscious erotic attraction and its physical realization. The psyche is capable of sustaining this for years on the level of fantasy, dream, or sublimation, without ever crossing into action. I am more inclined to believe that, in all likelihood, this never found a direct outlet and remained deep within which is why Tobirama gives the impression of being so profoundly nervous haha.