Amy / she/her / 24 This blog is where I put all my omegaverse, omega!anime boy content. There is n-sfw content on the blog. I will put it behind a cut wherever possible, but not always. Proceed with caution :D I write for Naruto, Obey Me!, MHA, Death Note, Mystic Messenger and Our Life: Beginnings and Always.
My name is Amy (she/her) and this is a blog for me to write content for omega!characters and alpha!readers! I write for a gender neutral reader and I’m happy to take requests if they’re open. Please read the rules first!
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Fandoms: Death Note, Naruto, My Hero Academia, Obey me! One Master to Rule Them All, Mystic Messenger, Twisted Wonderland.
RULES - things I won’t write and things I enjoy writing
Summary: Hero duty can't be ignored, even on your birthday, but that doesn't mean your omega has forgotten, nor that he's about to let the day go by without celebration. feat. Midoriya, Todoroki, Denki, Bakugou & Shinsou.
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: Happy Birthday @prettyboystories!!!!! My main gift for you is taking a little more time than planned, but I couldn't just leave this special day unmarked, so have some birthday snippets as both a celebration and apology <333 Our friendship is really special to me, so I hope you enjoy!!
Walking home on summer evenings could go one of two ways.
At its best, a summer evening was a slight breeze and warm rays that offered reprieve from the oppressive day. You cherished those days, as the setting sun washed over the city and reminded you that you were a part of this urban ecosystem, moving as one member of a cherished collective.
At its worst, the summer evenings dragged, thick and sticky. The atmosphere was tangible, and the lack of escape forced uncomfortable hyper awareness of your own body. The light was too much, the people, radiating their warmth, were unwelcome, and you were filled with an impossible wanderlust that begged you to find autumn, no matter how much you knew that was impossible.
It was one of the worse days today. Unfortunate, considering that it was your birthday.
You were… tired, hot, sticky, but your mate, who was waiting for you, was the water in the desert that you were so desperately craving, and so you found the strength, one step at a time, to drag onwards.
When your door came into view, the relief almost sent you to your knees, but you couldn’t give in when you were so close.
The key turned in the lock, you pushed open the door, and finally, you were home.
You were greeted by—
…
—the smell of smoke and the sound of panic.
“No, no, no, no— ouch! Oh, that’s hot!”
“Izuku?!” you called, adrenaline shoving the tiredness aside. You followed the smoke to the kitchen. “Izuku, are you okay?!”
“Wha— you’re home! I’m fine, I promise, but, um, don’t come in yet!”
But his pleas came too late. You barrelled into the kitchen and took in the disaster in front of you. Flour dusted most of the countertops, half empty packets were strewn around the counters, and pots and pans, stacked high, teetered dangerously in the sink. There was no time to take in the chaos once you spotted the cause of the smoke: a charcoal filled pan sat innocently on top of the oven.
You pushed open the windows to help ventilate as much of the smoke out ass you could.
“I can’t believe the fire alarm isn’t going off,” you said, using a tea towel to help waft it out. “Is it broken?”
“No… it went off. I just took out the batteries,” Midoriya admitted from somewhere behind you.
“What happened?” you asked, baffled.
“Oh… well… um…”
You turned to your mate, and for the first time since getting home, properly looked at him. He was… wearing a maid costume. And not one that an actual maid might wear, no, his outfit was all dangerously short skirt, thigh high stockings, and frills. His cheeks were red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes.
“Why are you in a maid outfit?” you asked, mind struggling to comprehend.
“Happy birthday?” he offered.
You stared uncomprehending for a moment, before a laugh escaped you without permission. You slammed a hand over your mouth to stop it, but the flood could only be contained for so long.
You collapsed into laughter so hard that you had to brace yourself against one of the flour-dusted counters. Izuku huffed as you struggled to restrain yourself.
“Were you trying to cook dinner?” you wheezed, cackling. “‘zuku, how did you even manage this?”
“I didn’t mean to!” he whined. “Everything went wrong and I couldn’t find the right ingredients at the shop and then I left the dessert in the freezer instead of the fridge and then I forgot to take the main out of the oven and—”
You were in tears from how hard you were laughing. Midoriya pouted off to the side, arms crossed over the very low-cut top. It only made you laugh harder.
…
—Todoroki standing right in front of the door.
“Wha—!” you reared backwards, dropping your keys. “Shouto, you startled me! Why are you standing in front of the door?”
He didn’t answer. He just hugged you. It was slightly awkward considering you still had all your bags and were very overheated, but he didn’t seem to mind, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop.
“Happy birthday,” he said, each word carved with grave importance.
“Thank you, darling. Is that why you were waiting?”
He nodded. “I saw you approach from the window.”
So, he was staring out the window before moving to the door, then?
“How attentive, but you didn’t need to do that for me.”
“No, I did,” he disagreed. “You taught me the importance of birthdays. I have procured dinner and I am ready for birthday cuddles.”
You softened. “Thank you, Sho.”
He pecked you on the forehead. “Happy birthday.”
…
—the chipper sound of the TV blaring through the flat. The light-hearted music looped over and over again, the neon bubble writing proudly proclaiming the video game as ready to start.
Denki, presumably having heard you come in, popped out of the bedroom with a grin.
“You’re home!”
He ran out of the room and threw himself into your arms. You caught him with a laugh and twirled him around a few times.
“What a wonderful birthday welcome,” you said warmly.
“This isn’t even half of it.” He grinned and wiggled down from your embrace, tugging you over to the nest of pillows in front of the TV, two video game controllers sitting ready on the coffee table. A tray filled with your favourite snacks was sitting beside them. “Ta dah!”
“Aw, Denki, I love it!”
His grin turned more mischievous, and he handed you something else.
It was some kind of remote, but with only a slider. You turned it over in your hand, trying to place it. Was this some kind of video game extra?
“Push it,” he urged. You did as asked, pushing the little slider all the way to the top. Denki suddenly yelped and fell forward, grabbing onto your for support. “Ack! Not so powerful!”
The very muffled sound of vibrations, along with his reaction, made it obvious what the remote was controlling. You flicked it off, face going red. You almost dropped the remote in shock.
“Seriously? You… You’ve put a vibrator in?”
“What?” he grinned, quickly recovering. “I’m way better at this game than you, and it’s your birthday, so I thought, why not give myself a handicap?”
“You’re… ridiculous,” you said, mouth suddenly dry. “But… I’m not going to say no.”
“Of course you’re not. I’m irresistible.”
And he really was.
…
—delicious aromas wafting around your house, savoury and slightly spicy.
You followed your nose into the kitchen, where Bakugou was babying five different pans at once. He looked up as you entered, and you caught the little smile he shot you, before he was forced to turn his attention back to the pan.
“Welcome back,” he said. “Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes, and I’ve run a cool bath for you in the meantime.”
You melted at his attentiveness.
“Thank you. That sounds perfect.” He nodded. “What are you making?” You tried to step closer, but he held out an arm to stop you.
“It’s a surprise. Go have your bath.”
“Okay, okay, I’m going. It smells amazing though.”
“Obviously.” You snorted and went to leave. As you did, he had one final thing to say: “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks, Katsuki. Aren’t I lucky to have the best omega on my birthday, huh?” you made your tone as sappy as possible, just for the effect, but Bakugou just snorted and shook his head.
“Go. You only have eighteen minutes left.”
…
—complete silence. Not only was everything still and quiet, but it was also almost entirely dark. Except for a soft light seeping from the crack of your bedroom door.
“Hitoshi?” you called, walking over to the bedroom. “Are you in here?”
You pushed open the door and cautiously walked inside. The room looked normal, but there was movement coming from behind the almost closed door of the ensuite. You were going to call out again, when you were beaten to it.
“Don’t laugh about what?” you asked, baffled. There was more movement, but you could only really tell he was there from the shadows. “Did you get a bad haircut or something?”
“No! No… Just… promise.”
“I promise. What’s wrong?”
Slowly, the form of your mate appeared, bright red and shaking, and crucially, clad in lilac lingerie, an adorable sheer baby doll that covered a lacy two-piece underneath.
“This is the kind of stuff you’re into, right?” He wouldn’t look you in the eye, and he had his hands covering most of his face. “Happy birthday.”
“Hitoshi…” you breathed, eyes locked onto him.
“Ugh… just… don’t make it weird, please.”
“Weird? No, no, Hitoshi… you look…” sexy, ravishing, mouth-watering, “beautiful.”
“I just said don’t make it weird,” he snapped, but his blush only got deeper. “But… you like it?”
“I love it.” More honest words have never been spoken.
“Good, good.” He took a deep breath. He cleared his throat. He fidgeted with his hands. “I, um, didn’t plan out what would happen beyond this,” he admitted.
“That’s fine.” You stepped up to your mate and put your hands on his lingerie covered hips. “I have more than a few ideas.”
My next My Hero Academia fic has a fan chatroom as part of the story, and I thought rather than me sitting there and coming up with all the usernames, using real ones would be more fun!
So, if you leave a comment under this post (anything will do, even just an emoji), I will put you in a spinning wheel and if you get chosen, I'll cast you in the chat fic as one of the fans.
I will spin the wheel probably some time later today (27/07 BST) or tomorrow (28/07 BST)
Good luck :D
DISCLAIMER:
Please understand that by commenting, you consent to your username possibly being used for explicit nsfw lines, or lines that you might consider outside of your own character. This is part of the risk and the fun, to see what I might put you as saying, and it is not a real reflection of my thoughts on you. I will not be going through blogs.
My next My Hero Academia fic has a fan chatroom as part of the story, and I thought rather than me sitting there and coming up with all the usernames, using real ones would be more fun!
So, if you leave a comment under this post (anything will do, even just an emoji), I will put you in a spinning wheel and if you get chosen, I'll cast you in the chat fic as one of the fans.
I will spin the wheel probably some time later today (27/07 BST) or tomorrow (28/07 BST)
Good luck :D
DISCLAIMER:
Please understand that by commenting, you consent to your username possibly being used for explicit nsfw lines, or lines that you might consider outside of your own character. This is part of the risk and the fun, to see what I might put you as saying, and it is not a real reflection of my thoughts on you. I will not be going through blogs.
Summary: This is a collection of small slice of life snippets with Itachi, Kakashi, and Shino, as spun by the wheel of fate.
A/N: Happy birthday @omeganronpa!! A little something small decided with a randomiser, as requested, haha! I hope you have a great day and that you enjoy your (no toppings XD) pizza to the very fullest <333
ITACHI - When his baby is very... energetic.
The first rays of milky, morning sunlight filtered past the curtains, illuminating the chaos of your home in a way that artificial light could never manage. Toys, bottles, pillows, clothes— all of it was strewn onto every surface of the living room, curtesy of the little tornado you had brought into this world.
“Isn’t it lovely, Kouki?” Itachi said, wiggling a little orange toy for the infant in his arms. His voice was tired and hoarse, but your son was full of sunshine and giggles as he reached for the sparkling piece of plastic.
“Is he getting tired yet?” you asked, dragging your way across the house trying to clear a bit of floorspace.
“No,” he sighed. You groaned. “I didn’t know children this age were physically capable of staying awake for twenty hours straight.” Itachi bit his lip and sent you an anxious look from under impressive purple eyebags. “Should we take him to a mednin?”
“I don’t know…” You flopped down onto the floor at the base of the sofa, leaning back against Itachi’s legs.
“Maybe tomorrow, we can ask someone— or, well, I suppose that would be today, technically,” he corrected, nodding at the sunlight. “For now, though, you should get some sleep.”
“What? No!” you protested, spinning around and looking up at him. Kouki was still delighted by Itachi’s rhythmic shaking of the rattle. “Why should I sleep?”
“We should sleep in shifts,” he explained. “Like we’re on a mission.”
You considered his words and decided that while he did have a point, you couldn’t agree with his exact plan.
“You’re still post-partum, ‘tachi, if one of us is going to sleep, it should be you.”
“I’m fine.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. He pretended not to see the look. “Unless those purple bags are a fashion statement, you’re not fine— you’re exhausted.”
“So are you.”
You stared at each other, stuck at an impasse. Kouki’s giggling felt a little like you were being mocked.
And then, inspiration struck.
“Then… what about that playpen that Shisui got us?” You sat up straight, remembering the small circular pen that was currently folded somewhere in all the mess. “We could put Kouki in there to play and he’ll be totally safe if we want to lay down just outside the pen. We can rest and keep an eye on him at the same time!”
Itachi seemed hesitant. “It’s not a bad idea…”
“But?”
“Remember the first time we tried to get him to stay seated in a highchair?” You did. You wouldn’t ever be able to forget the vengeful screaming. “Or the crib incident? That time at the hospital? The oversized scarf?” You also remembered all of those, yes. “Kouki isn’t fond of his freedom being restricted.”
“This is different though,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. “A play pen is much larger than a highchair or a scarf. I mean, it’s worth a try, right?”
Once you’d secured Itachi’s agreement, you dug the playpen out from under a pile of laundry and set it up on the rug, filling it with Kouki’s favourite bouncy balls, cuddly animals, and a bunch of building blocks.
“Wow, Kouki, look at all these toys!” Itachi kept his voice light and playful as he brought Kouki over to the newly erected playpen. Kouki lit up at seeing all his favourites in one place and started to reach for them. Gently, Itachi put him down in the pen. “There…”
You both watched with bated breath as he crawled towards the balls, giggling as he bounced them a few times. You had just enough time to hope when Kouki started gathering the balls and then looking around like he was trying to get back to Itachi.
You could see the exact moment that he realised he was surrounded by a wall. There was one beat. Then a second. And then rage filled his tiny body.
“Oh no.”
The screeching started.
Kouki threw himself at the flimsy wall, abandoning the balls and trying in vain to grab fistfuls of the slippery material, each failure only making his screams louder.
“No! No, no, no, no!” Kouki screeched his favourite word as Itachi hurried over to free him from his tiny baby prison.
“Alright, alright, Kouki, it’s alright.” Itachi lifted the ball of writhing violence into his arms and turned his back on the playpen.
The instant he was freed and back into the loose cradle of his oma’s arms, Kouki quieted. Then, he grabbed a fistful of Itachi’s hair and started playing with it, giggling happily like nothing had happened at all. Itachi didn’t try to remove the tiny fists yanking at his scalp. He looked as defeated as you felt.
“Do you think Sasuke wants to babysit?”
KAKASHI - When his pre-heat suddenly gains a new symptom.
It was difficult to give meaningful gifts to someone as flighty as Kakashi, but you’d known him for a long time, and your relationship was… close, even if it defied a lot of the usual category markers. With years of experience under your belt, you knew how to give him sappy gifts without facing an immediate rejection and/or panic attack and had managed several years ago to get Kakashi to take a copy of your apartment key under the excuse of ‘safety’ and ‘convenience’ and ‘definitely no sappy life partner nonsense, I swear!’.
He always used the window, but the point remained that he had a key.
Which was why it was so strange to find him not at your window, nor letting himself in, but instead standing outside and knocking.
“Kakashi? What’s the— Oh. Hey kids.”
He wasn’t alone. Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto were standing with him. Only Naruto looked as energetic as normal, while Sasuke and Sakura seemed afflicted with red cheeks and noses, and a general air of exhaustion.
“We’re not kids! We’re ninja!” Naruto exclaimed, pointing at your face. You slapped the finger away, but it didn't deter him. “We just did a successful mission and everything!”
“Well,” you started, leaning on the doorframe, “despite the ethical conundrum, and the varying understanding of both definitions used by the general populace, legally, there’s no reason you can’t be both a ninja and a child.”
Naruto blinked at you. “What’s a ‘condrum’?”
“Never mind,” you sighed. “Hello, baby ninja.”
“That’s even worse!”
You looked at Kakashi questioningly, but he just stared back, panicked and helpless like a terrified puppy. You raised an eyebrow.
“The mission was that bad?”
“They’re sick,” he blurted out. “Sasuke and Sakura got sick on the mission.”
“It’s just a cold,” Sasuke said, shoving Kakashi’s hand, which had been on his shoulder, off of him. "Don't make a big deal out of it."
“Yeah, it’s okay, Kakashi sensei!” Sakura chirped, although her voice was hoarse in a way that made Kakashi wince. “We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
Kakashi did not wring his hands, because he wasn’t the sort to do such a thing, but you got the impression that it was a close call.
Had he brought the pups here to… take care of them? That was sort of sweet.
“I see… well, colds are always aided with soup and tea and blankets, so why don’t you all come in.”
They all shuffled in at your words, some more eager than others.
“No one sits on the couch until they've had a shower!”
…
When the showers were had, at least for the pups, you and Kakashi bundled them up on the sofa, even Naruto who insisted on being included despite being completely healthy. You went to make soup while Kakashi...
He had actually fussed over them.
He re-tucked them in more times than you could count, he tended to even the most minor of bruise or scratch, and he put so much honey in their tea that Sasuke refused to drink it and you had to make him another cup.
It wasn't that you didn't know he was a bit of a mother hen, but you honestly believed he kept that part of himself hidden for almost everyone. To see it so out in the open with his students was jarring.
And now, as the sun set and all the baby ninjas had passed out in a puppy pile, you were cleaning the kitchen. Kakashi fresh from his own shower, was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, watching his sleeping students like a hawk.
He was acting so strangely today! Had something happened while on their mission?
You approached Kakashi from behind, question forming on your lips, only for something you didn't expect to stop you in your tracks.
There was a deep, but quiet rumbling sound, and it was coming from Kakashi. It bubbled from his throat, reverberating through his chest and settling in his tummy. You could almost feel it, even though you weren't touching him at all.
Kakashi as purring.
And then, when you thought you couldn't be shocked any further today, the pleasant noise was joined by an even more pleasant smell, ever so gentle, wafting up freely only because of his recent shower and current lack of a mask. Fresh, like Kakashi's normal scent, a little static-y where his chakra blended in, but sweet, much sweeter than normal.
Kakashi was in pre-heat.
Fussing over loved ones was one of the symptoms, you knew that, but… you had never seen Kakashi quite like this. You slid up beside him.
“Guarding?” you asked. Kakashi tensed, and the purring stopped immediately. “That’s good. Pups that feel safe, heal faster. You’ll get them back into training in no time.”
Having provided him with a less sappy excuse for what he was doing, Kakashi relaxed again.
“Are they… alright to stay here?” he asked, likely suddenly realising that he had neglected to do so earlier.
“It’s fine,” you agreed, “but you aren’t leaving me here to look after them alone. Once they start to feel better, it won't remain peaceful. You have to stay and deal with that."
“Maa, I suppose I have time.”
“And you’re doing all their laundry," you continued, "including all the clothes they’ve borrowed from me to sleep in.”
“Sure.”
“And you’re paying for my food bill this week.”
“Hmm… I’ll think about that one.”
SHINO - When his toddler is clingy.
“Melon, yoghurt, toilet paper, rice…” Shino read off the list in his hand. “Do we need anything else?”
“I think that’s it.”
Shino nodded and slipped the list into one of the many pockets of his coat.
“I won’t be long, I’ll just—”
“Oma?”
Shihori toddled over, looking unsure, her colouring abandoned at the coffee table behind her.
“Oma’s just going to run to the shops, baby,” you explained, scooping her up in your arms. “He needs to get you some more yoghurt for breakfast tomorrow. He’s getting your favourite strawberry one, isn’t that right, oma?”
Shino nodded, moving to the entry to put his shoes on.
“I will return shortly.”
The look on Shihori’s face, framed by her head of wild, black hair, made it clear that she was not a fan of this plan.
“Oma, stay,” was the only thing she said, holding out a hand towards him. Shino faltered; he wasn’t good at denying your baby.
“Oma is super fast— he’ll be back before you know it, I promise!” You tried to keep your voice chipper. Normally you all went together as a family, but she was still recovering from an illness and you weren’t comfortable letting her leave the house just yet. The change in routine had clearly upset her more than you’d predicted. “Come on, why don’t we go make a drawing for when oma gets back? We can get the glitter!”
But not even glitter was enough to lift her spirits. Shihori’s bottom lip wobbled. You had been a parent long enough to sense the oncoming tears. You could see your mate’s resolve quickly crumbling.
“Alright, alright, oma’ll stay,” you agreed, passing Shihori into Shino’s arms. She immediately latched onto his clothes and buried her face into his chest. Shino cradled her firmly and pressed a kiss to her head.
“Okay. Stay. Love you, oma.” Shino melted at the adorable declaration. You didn’t blame him; you were struggling to keep the cooing at bay yourself.
“I’ll quickly head out and grab the stuff instead,” you said, going to slip on your shoes. “Will you be alright to—”
“Appa?” Shihori hit you with her wide-eyed gaze. “Appa, stay.”
Oh. Oh dear.
“Appa is going to the shops,” Shino explained. “Why? Because our household cannot run without supplies and you asked me to stay.”
“No,” she denied, shaking her head. “Appa stay. Why?” Her face scrunched up and big, fat tears leaked from her eyes. “Why? Why? Appa, love you. Stay!”
There was a pain in your chest, and you immediately abandoned your shoes to go to her side, you wiped her tears as they fell, and she left one hand attached to Shino and while her other one quickly latched onto you.
“Shh, it’s alright, darling, I’ll stay, I promise.”
The comfort of her parents worked wonders in getting her to calm down, but it didn’t solve your shopping problem. To think such powerful shinobi were trapped here at the whims of the most adorable toddler in all the lands.
You sighed and wrapped your family in a group hug. Shihori squirmed happily. You had never known her to reject a cuddle like the other toddlers you knew.
“I’ll make a clone to go shopping as soon as she’s distracted,” you murmured in Shino’s ear.
“Good idea,” he murmured back. “We cannot go without toilet paper. Why? I’m sure you can imagine.”
YES GODDDDD PLS LMK WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT OMEGA QIFREY I BEG OF YOU
Uhhh, haha, gosh, okay. This is difficult because I've only watched everything through once, and it's clear there's a lot about his character that has yet to be revealed.
If I were to assign all the characters with dynamics based on the show and themes, rather than my own interests, I do think Qifrey makes the most sense as an omega. I think it would fit with this theme he seems to have of manufactured openness hiding something darker, something lonely. I don't know what it is, but it's clearly there. I think him being an omega would work great with that theme.
That being said, if I were to give my initial thoughts on him as an omega... I think he would always use scent patches, probably magical ones. He would never take those things off. I feel like he doesn't have a nest, but he has a few extra soft furnishings on his bed. I feel like magic to stop heats would be forbidden(?), but there would be lots of stuff that would help with some of the physical symptoms, and maybe medicine for the other stuff. Either way, he doesn't seem like the type to enjoy his heats, he probably shortens/skips them as much as he can.
I think if Qifrey were to have a romantic partner, it would likely need to be post canon events, whatever they are. He's clearly... not in the headspace where he could maintain a healthy partnership imo.
Idk, he's a difficult one! I don't know very much about him yet, and I don't want too many spoilers, so I'm not sure how to write him. Those are just my initial thoughts!
Sorry that this is probably not as interesting as you likely hoped 😅 Maybe when more episodes come out, I'll have more to say on the matter. But he is exactly my type so... in the future, I could see myself adding this anime to my roster. But for now... patience for the next season! :D
I really enjoyed the vibe and the story, the setting too, and while the accents were at best, questionable, and at worst, dreadful and immersion breaking, I do think the acting was pretty good too.
I just love Kakashi and Alpha's relationship,,, person who has felt like no one understands him with someone who knows him inside and out. One of my favorite ship tropes.
🐏
It is a wonderful premise!
Kakashi WILL be subjected to the horrors of being known, and he WILL learn to love himself through the eyes of someone he himself loves, and he WILL heal more than he imagined possible.
Wait can you post more about Haku and his pups? Maybe something about them having a family picnic! Or them helping their Oma in the back garden while reader is off in town/on a mission?!
This is a bit close to an actual full request, I'm afraid, but it is very cute! 🥰
Kakashi realising he loves and needs his Alpha during some random relaxation day and just going all in is so on brand. He's on the other side of the couch, he's cool, he's calm.
Not so close as to risk feeling too much because that's scary he'll lose them and he doesn't deserve them anyway and it's probably best they realise how awful he is and stay away and-
he looks up. Alpha's doing nothing special. Just reading, maybe laughing a little at the story and oh-
it's too late.
He can't lose them. He needs to show how much he needs them right now because he's not ready to say the words but he's been pushing them away for so long and he needs them to know how he feels.
Alpha gets a surprise kiss after 5 years of semi domestic will they won't they, but they aren't complaining
YES!!
This is exactly it, you understand me, anon!! 🥹
So perfect... so sudden... even Kakashi is surprised that his sudden ocean of emotion pushed him to the sudden kiss... but he doesn't regret it 😉
Kakashi has the forbidden smooches with that mask. How do they kiss before he's comfortable dropping it around his alpha? Through the mask? Do they blindfold the alpha? The baby steps of Kakashis trust with his trusting his Alpha to keep their eyes closed without a physical blindfold to kiss. Trusting they will respect the boundary and not sneak a peak
Man he deserves to get kisses senseless
As cute as it is to imagine the various shenanigans and plans that Kakashi might come up with to kiss before revealing his face, I think in my characterisation of him, he's very all or nothing when an alpha starts to worm their way into his heart.
Either, they've known him since he was a child, when he wasn't as secretive and therefore they already know his face.
Or... he thinks about all these strategies, but in reality, he's not ready, resisting as much as he can, pulling and running, until he has one moment of epiphany. It's too late to pull away, he realises. And so, instead, he surges forward as fast as he can, suddenly pulling off his mask and kissing them. He leaves it down long enough for them to see. He knows they see. He hopes they just... accept it.
I love the idea of him just... having a whim, pulling down the mask when they're alone together, no plan or forethought, just this overwhelming need to show himself to the person that wormed their way in to his walls.
Which Naruto Omegas are likely to try and drown themselves in their alphas scent (or vice versa) to make it obvious they're both together in public?
It's mainly the jealous ones. So, Itachi and Sasuke first some to mind. Shikamaru is like this at various stages throughout his life, but he does mellow out as he ages.
But some jealous boys don't do this, like Neji or Kakashi.
And some boys who aren't jealous, do, like Naruto, who mainly just likes showing off that he has a relationship.
This isn't really an ask but I just have to express my happiness that my favorite creator on Tumblr plays Twisted Wonderland! I am literally soaking up all your twst content. Thank you so much!! 🫶
Aw, thank you for letting me know!! I love to hear you're enjoying the content because I've been having so much fun making it <3
Naruto uni but they have socials I got two TikToks and I thought of both Itachi and Haku after they have their own pups
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTSH59QAN/
I can imagine this one is itachi’s alpha, itachi is behind the screen giggling off camera as his alpha shows off how cute their baby is!
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTSH5B6YY/
And this one with Haku and his mate, the baby’s expression going from all happy and cheery looking at Haku to confusion and furrowed brows when looking at their other parent 😭
Aww, those are cute!
I don't really see Itachi finding the first one that funny when his pup is so small though, I think he's a bit sensitive in that part of his life and he doesn't get the joke 100%. He would definitely find it funnier once the baby is past the first six months. I actually imagined Chouji giggling and shaking his head at this joke. Naruto and Kiba would like it too. And honestly, I think the humour would get to Sasuke as well, cutting through some of the complicated feelings around having a baby, if only for a moment.
The second one is funny, haha. I think some of the omegas get too in their heads about their baby not liking appa, but some of them laugh until they cry. Naruto finds it hilarious. Haku does find it amusing, yes, but he gently prompts the baby into bonding with appa. Neji secretly likes it, but won't admit that out loud.
