#hashimadatobi

HashiMadaTobi (Wedding theme)

7. choking on a prayer:

this is the third chapter of my hashimadatobi fic Found, hashirama's pov

in Found, madara hides his omega status his entire life because as the first born, if his father had exposed him as an omega, madara would have been drowned as an infant—the future clan head has to be the firstborn, and cant be an omega. his father spares him, and he pretends hes a beta. madara ends up becoming the hokage, and after the first couple years of konoha's founding, tobirama investigates and finds him in heat. he and hashirama help him through it, but cannot bond with him, because if madara gets pregnant then he'll be exposed. hashirama struggles with this, because he's been in love with madara their entire lives, even though (as far as he knows) madara is a beta, and hashirama is an alpha, and it can never happen. hashirama prays for madara to make peace with him anyway, its all he wants, but when he finally gets the village, hashirama feels like hes suffocating. madara is so close. theyre friends. and they still can never happen

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Tobirama, injured: Just the ambulance siren on the ride to the hospital.

Madara: Oh, I carried you to the hospital. That siren was Hashirama.

Tobi and Mads being very good for Hashi.

(requested on my main writing account for a smut prompt call)

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Oh, weren’t his brother’s lips just so pretty wet with spit and his cum. Hashirama ran his thumb over the bottom one, loving how his brother gasped for breath, on his knees all tied up and pretty for him.

“You’ve done so well,” he cooed, watching his brother’s neglected cock twitch at his words, Tobirama unable to find any sort of relief with the cockring all snug and fitted around the base of it. “You’ve been so good for me, otouto. My good alpha, you just want to knot something, don’t you?”

Like a very good boy, Tobirama didn’t say anything. He knew better, having already been told he wasn’t allowed to use his words. On the other side of the bed their very good omega whimpered but Hashirama wasn’t done with his brother just yet, taking a moment to tease at the strings of his blindfold, letting him think he might get a peek at what he was missing.

“Not quite yet, love.” He kissed the top of Tobirama’s head, feeling him shake beneath his hands, his arms tied to his bend legs for the moment. And just because he could he wrapped his arms around him and held him against his own naked skin, just to feel how warm he was, how he shook with need and tried his best to bite back his own whimpers.

Such a good boy.

But he wasn’t the only one he was taking care of. With a promise to be back and a quick reminder to stay still, Hashirama crawled over the bed to Madara. His omega was blindfolded and gagged, tied up just as pretty as Tobirama was, red ribbon adding such a beautiful flash of color against his skin.

And the plug he was squeezing helplessly around was such a lovely sight to behold, too.

“Is it too much, pet?” Hashirama brushed Madara’s hair off of his back, reaching down to twist and pull lightly at the plug, watching him gasp around his gag and tremble with need. “Or not enough? Oh, it’s the latter, isn’t it? I know what you want.”

He wasn’t actually particularly fond of the gag, despite it being something Madara adored. It itched Hashirama to not be able to hear him if he needed to - he figured he’d had his fun with that and took it away now, Madara’s breaths ragged and sharp now that he could breathe a little better.

“Are you ready, pet? I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

Good. Hashirama nodded, glad this was going well for all of them. And the way Tobirama was folded down into himself when he glanced back told him he couldn’t wait a minute longer either.

“I’m going to let you go now, otouto,” he crooned, crawling back to him to tug at his buckled restraints. “And you’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?” Tobirama fruitlessly bucked forward, panting heavier. “Going to knot the omega for me, let me watch you fill him right up, take care of him so well.”

He heard Madara writhing behind him and his own gaze grew heady. With a moment to collect himself, breathing deeply, he asked, “You both remember our safe word, yes? Say it for me.”

“Dove,” they both said, one in a breathless whine and one growling.

“Good. Don’t hesitate to say it if you need to.” He stroked his brother’s hair gently, looking back at Madara with a soft gaze for a single moment - before the moment was gone and he turned back to the buckles that stood in the way of the rest of their scene.

Gods but he was glad Madara had such an imagination, and glad Tobirama was into all of this. He was going to spoil the both of them later.

I FINISHEDDDDD!

Have some bath founder boys!!!!

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.//roars