#i think this snippet sums up every single one of my opinions on omegaverse tropes in general

[silverutahraptor]

TobiIzu snippet I probably won’t ever finish but it’s quite nice. Warning: incomplete snippet

Premise: a/b/o AU with alpha!Izuna and omega!Tobirama, except they both hate the traditional dynamics and roles of their secondary gender. In this scene, Izuna has been accidentally dosed with an aphrodisiac on a mission where he also ran into Tobirama.

“Down. Be still,” Tobirama growls in his ear, and something in Izuna’s brain sparks. He presses his body into the ground, not minding the leaves that will end up sticking to his battle coat for sure.

 “Good boy.”

Izuna whines. 

The Senju tugs at his ponytail, making him fall silent again. 

“… I’m sorry you got dosed with that aphrodisiac,” Tobirama says after a while. 

Izuna keeps his forehead pressed against the damp grass. “Yeah, me too,” he half-sobs into the ground. “This… fucking sucks. Why are alpha aphrodisiacs even a thing that exists.” He really hates losing control like this, half of his instincts screaming things he doesn’t want to do and the other half things he very much does want to do.

Tobirama shifts his weight to put more pressure on Izuna’s shoulders. “Some people have trouble with hormone imbalances—and for others, these drugs can add… some extra spice in the bedroom.”

“... good for them, but being dosed involuntarily still fucking sucks.”

Tobirama agrees with a hum. “What are you usually doing for your ruts?” he then asks.

Izuna snorts and hates how needy even that sounds. “Go let my brother beat me up a few times in a row before it really start—to get rid of some energy—then hole up in my room for the night.” And what he does there doesn’t really need much imagination.

“…Huh.” Tobirama sounds thoughtful. “Many of the Senju alphas require far more extensive accommodations.”

Izuna huffs. Of course they do. “That’s because they’re entitled assholes.” He takes a breath, trying to mostly breathe in through his mouth even if all he can smell right now is the grass in his face. “Listen, just—if you’re not killing me, just leave, okay? You being here and then... well, punching me, it—um, it’s just some stupid instincts, I’ll—I’ll be fine in a bit—”

Tobirama shifts his weight on Izuna’s back again. His grip on Izuna’s neck tightens until Izuna can feel nails digging into his skin. He forgets to breathe. Tobirama isn’t doing this on purpose, right..?

“Mhm. I must admit I feel somewhat responsible for your… predicament. And this is rather… illuminating,” Tobirama adds, digging in his nails a bit more.

Izuna gives up and whines again, face heating against the damp ground. “That’s—um…I’m—”

“You mentioned sparring. How do you feel about a spar, right now?”

He suddenly wants that. Very much. But—“… you realize this is going to be rather awkward? With me like... this—and your good sense of smell—”

“I’m aware.” He can almost hear Tobirama’s eye roll in his voice. Then the Senju shifts his weight forward a bit so he can whisper his next words directly into Izuna’s ear. “I’m also very well aware how much you enjoy me hitting you.”

“...” Izuna closes his eyes and tries to will his blush away. “That’s- well, I’m—ugh,” he answers intelligently.