Naruto Oc Outfits Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV The Omega was so nervous he felt like he was going to vomit. He fiddled with his clothes nervously and hoped his hair looked okay. The Omega wore a traditional wedding suit from his realm that all royal Omegas wore. The suit was linen, a thin fabric perfect for their warm tropical weather. His colors were cream with gold stitching and accents. His pants were neatly ironed, and a traditional dragon wedding vest was fitted over his chest, leaving his arms fully exposed. It wasn't your typical vest. The front overlapped, buttoning off center over his left breast. The buttons and stitching were a beautiful color of gold, matching all the gold jewelry that decorated his body.

And in addition to that, something which my asshole stalker won’t get offended by the outfit. Thinking of it, I find the best outfit which is perfect. Should I go for this one? It seems fitting, elegant, and not too revealing. I don’t want to give him any ideas. Maybe this will keep him off my back for a while. The outfit is a black knee-length dress with long sleeves, featuring delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves. It’s modest yet stylish, offering a touch of sophistication without drawing unwanted attention. The high neckline and flowing skirt provide ample coverage, ensuring that I feel comfortable and confident throughout the day.

It promises a slow, painful death from someone capable of such violence, and someone who revels in it. “That ‘peach’ is your future Luna,” he growls. I hear the gasps and then the judgmental looks from the warriors and even the Beta. I realize that while I’m dressed in a bright sparkly dress with diamonds around my neck, everyone here is dressed in utilitarian clothing, all browns, blacks, and dark greys. I stand out like a sore thumb. The only thing that would have made me more of a ‘peach’ is if my dress was the color of the fruit.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

It promises a slow, painful death from someone capable of such violence, and someone who revels in it. “That ‘peach’ is your future Luna,” he growls. I hear the gasps and then the judgmental looks from the warriors and even the Beta. I realize that while I’m dressed in a bright sparkly dress with diamonds around my neck, everyone here is dressed in utilitarian clothing, all browns, blacks, and dark greys. I stand out like a sore thumb. The only thing that would have made me more of a ‘peach’ is if my dress was the color of the fruit.

I caught glimpses of hard muscle beneath the fabric, the cursed black markings twisting over his skin glimmered as though tiny stars lived within them. And then there was Orion. He leaned against the wall as he waited for Kaden, he was already fully dressed. Not in the standard uniform though— this was something else entirely. A sleek, all-black outfit hugged his tall frame, complete with leather harnesses strapped across his chest and knives glinting from their sheaths. Black gloves encased his hands, and polished boots gleamed under the weak morning light. The mask was the final touch, covering the lower half of his face and giving him an air of untouchable danger.

Aarohi's POV: It was the fourth day of our college fest. Today we were supposed to wear a combination of black and white, as it was 'Black and white day'. I decided to wear a white tank top and pair it with black Jean. I agree the top was much revealing but it was my favourite. When I told Aaryan that I will wear this outfit, he allowed me only after a condition that I should wear a jacket over it. I was not ready for it because once I wear jacket, my outfit won't look good as I expect it too. I tried to make Aaryan understand. I even emotionally blackmailed him but everything was in vain. He kept saying that he doesn't want any other boys to check me out. I was both happy and sad, happy bec

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.

a familiar voice said behind her. Turning around she saw one of her brothers who was resting his back on the wall with his arms crossing his chest and his eyes on her. He was wearing his normal black clothes, his ninja armor, which consists of a black jacket, black trousers, light black sandals, and a ski mask which he lifted up so that his face will be seen. "Lost? Really?" she asked, ignoring the kid part he had called her. "Yes, lost if not we would have seen you when Master Storm had whistle."

; Kelly muttered with a kink smile on her face as she gestured for Hinata to go pick a dress quickly. Since she was new to this she just walked side by side against the nicely arranged dresses in the mall, nothing caught her taste till her eyes caught something. She grab it and walked into the changing room. When she got out she was now wearing a mini tight-fitting gown, that shaped out every part of her curves, it was a pinkish dress that was sleeveless and it also has a picture of Chinese art knitted by the side of it. she walked right to the wall mirror to check out her looks when out of a blue a blond came attacking her.