𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎; 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

I need me some Kenji kishimoto fics!!! Maybe like he's drunk and aarom calls u so u so u have to pick him up and he's being a lil suggestive and goofy and fluffy and stuff!!!

My Girl.

pairings: kenji kishimoto x f!reader

summary: kenji is drunk and absolutely have no brakes.

warnings: ooc, alcohol, drunk, suggestive themes.

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authors note: I know this ask is ages ago but i just cant write something very similar to my old one so I did some twist to make it different. Enjoy! Also not proofread and I wrote this at midnight. Excuse it lmao.

Kenji had always been a tough nut to crack, but that night, the alcohol had done its magic, leaving him in a state of blissful inebriation. He, along with Aaron and  Adam, had gathered for a boys' night out. 

Kenji had decided it was high time for a boys' night out. He'd invited his best buddies, Warner and Adam, for a night of fun and revelry. Little did they know that Kenji had a surprise in store for them, something that would shatter their preconceived notions and send their jaws dropping. They didn't know that you and Kenji had been secretly dating for a while.

As the night progressed, Kenji became increasingly intoxicated, his inhibitions fading away like smoke in the wind. He couldn't help himself, and in his drunken state, he decided to let the cat out of the bag. With a wide, goofy grin, he began to regale his friends with stories about his amazing girlfriend (you).

"Guys, guys," he began, clearly intoxicated already, "you won't believe it, but I have the most amazing, pretty, talented, and hot girlfriend in the world!"

"I'm the luckiest guy, seriously." He slurred, leaning heavily on his friend's shoulder.

His friends exchanged bewildered glances. Adam chuckled, "Kenji, man, you've had one too many. Are you sure you're not just imagining this incredible girlfriend of yours?"

Warner and Adam exchanged incredulous glances, thinking that Kenji was simply caught up in the moment, or perhaps he was just too drunk to know what he was saying. "Come on, kishimoto," Warner chuckled, "you've had a few too many. Are you sure you're not just... imagining things?"

Kenji, however, was adamant. "No, I'm not making this up, guys. I'm serious. She's real, and she's mine!"

Adam chimed in, clearly amused, "Well, we've known you for a while, Kenji, and you've never mentioned a girlfriend before. Are you sure you're not delusional?"

Kenji shook his head vigorously, causing his unruly hair to flop around. "No, I'm not imagining. She's real, and she's mine!"

Warner, never one to care, chimed in, "Come on, kishimoto. You've been known to exaggerate when you've had a few drinks. You’re just being delusional."

"No, no, no!" Kenji insisted. "I'll prove it to you guys. I'll call her right now!"

Kenji clumsily fished his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with the buttons and nearly dropping it on the floor. He scrolled through his contacts, searching for the one name that meant the world to him. Finally, he found it— My Pretty Girl 🤍.

With unsteady hands, Kenji pressed the call button, the phone ringing in his ear. He leaned back and grinned at his friends, pride bubbling in his drunken heart. "You'll see!"

As his fingers danced across the screen, Warner and Adam watched with growing skepticism. They fully expected Kenji to dial a random number or play a prank on them. However, they couldn't have been more wrong.

Kenji, with a triumphant grin, put his phone on speaker mode as the call connected. Suddenly, a sweet and soothing voice filled the room, uttering, "Kenji? Baby? Do you need me to pick you up now?"

Warner and Adam exchanged a perplexed glance before their eyes widened in shock. The voice on the other end sounded awfully familiar, and the nickname 'Baby' was a clear giveaway.

Kenji beamed with delight, staring at his friends. "See! I told you she's real!"

Adam recovered from his shock first, shouting, “YOU ARE DATING Y/N ???”

Kenji ignored their comments and continued talking to you. "Pretty girl, I miss you."

You couldn't help but smile. "I miss you too, Kenji. Do you need a ride home?" 

Kenji's eyes sparkled as he leaned closer to the phone, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "I need more than just a ride home, Y/N."

As the night came to a close, Kenji's friends decided it was time for him to go home. He was, after all, unable to stand on his own at this point. Kenji's intoxication levels continued to rise. 

Kenji had other plans, though. He was in high spirits and wanted nothing more than to see you. "I need my baby. I can't stand being away from her" he declared, much to his friends' amusement. 

When it was finally time to leave, Warner knew they couldn't leave Kenji alone in his state. He grabbed Kenji's phone and scrolled through his contacts to find the number saved under "My Pretty Girl 🤍."

The call is connected, and your voice on the other end can be heard. "Kenji? Is everything okay?"

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me. Come pick your drunk boyfriend up before he embarrasses himself.” 

“Oh Warner, hey. Yeah I’ll pick him up. Please give him water to drink to sober up.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, voice thick with sarcasm. 

When you arrived, Kenji was in no condition to stand, let alone walk. He practically lunged at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "You're amazing," he slurred, his warm breath tickling your skin. "So pretty. So hot."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warmth in your heart. "Thank you, kenj."

As Kenji stumbled toward you, he was all smiles, his neediness and clinginess on full display. He hugged you tightly, whispered sweet compliments in your ear, and planted tender kisses along your neck.

You couldn't help but smile, your heart filled with love for this man who, even in his most inebriated state, couldn't contain his affection for you.

As you left the bar, Kenji couldn't keep his hands off you. He was floating, and every step was punctuated by laughter, stolen kisses, and playful touches.

He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. 

"You're so pretty," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he placed sweet kisses on your neck. "So, so pretty." 

You couldn't help but blush at his compliments, despite knowing that he was under the influence. Kenji, always the charming one, had now added a touch of playfulness to his usually affectionate nature. You decided to tease him a little. "Kenji, are you trying to sweet-talk your way into getting a ride home?" 

Kenji let out a soft, tipsy chuckle, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Mhm, no. A way to make you scream my name tonight, though."

"Kenji, you're a mess," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him as he swayed slightly.

"I'm not a mess, I'm a masterpiece!" he declared proudly, peppering your face with a series of sloppy kisses.

As you guys made your way towards the exit, Kenji kept stealing glances at you, his compliments flowing as freely as the liquor in his veins. "You're the most beautiful person in the world, you know that, right?" he slurred. His words were genuine, even if they were slightly incoherent.

The journey from the bar to the car was a wobbly one. Kenji couldn't seem to walk in a straight line, and he insisted on holding your hand with a grip that told you just how much he needed your support.

Once you guys were safely ensconced in the car, Kenji wasted no time in attempting to become one with the passenger seat. "I love this car," he mumbled as he hugged the headrest.

His antics didn't stop there. Kenji kept stealing kisses every few minutes, his lips landing anywhere they pleased – your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, your hands, even your ear. It was all rather comical and sweet, in a completely ridiculous way. "You taste like strawberries and sex" he remarked with a dreamy look in his eyes.

The car finally came to a halt outside you and his shared apartment building, and Kenji's drunken demeanor was still in full swing. He insisted on being carried upstairs, which was a considerable feat considering his weight. 

When you arrived home, Kenji clung to you, reluctant to let you go. He peppered your face with kisses, laughing and whispering sweet nothings.

Kenji, now sitting on the couch, looked at you with puppy dog eyes. "I need more kisses," he pouted, his bottom lip sticking out.

You couldn't help but oblige. His neediness was endearing, and even though he was drunk, you couldn't resist his affection. 

As you kissed his forehead, down to his cheeks, nose and to his lips, he quickly deepened it, a groan falling from his lips as he pulled you closer to him, sitting you to his lap.

"Kenji.. we can't. You are drunk" you said as you pulled away, while your boyfriend chased your lips.

"But baby, I need you right now, please. I fucking need to feel you." He insisted. 

"We can't. You are drunk, love" 

"My pretty baby, my best girl, my baby doll. Let me take care of you, please. I just need you so bad.." he begged you once again and you could not help but to let out a whimper. 

"I know you want to, princess." 

"Not when you are clearly drunk, okay?" You reasoned out and he pouted. He fucking pouted.

So, you stood up, playing 'Dancing Queen' by Abba as you invited him to dance.

The living room turned into a make-shift dance floor as you guys swayed to the melody, his head resting on your shoulder.

He began to mimic the bizarre dance moves of a famous pop star, twirling around the room with an exaggerated flair that left you both in fits of giggles. "I should audition for 'Dance moms,' don't you think?" he teased, striking a ridiculous pose.

As the hours passed, Kenji's antics faded, and he succumbed to the heavy pull of sleep. You tucked him into bed, his face still wearing a contented smile, and you could not help but smile back.

can someone please toxic pressure me or motivate me to write my WIPs at my inbox 🥹🙏

would you write more aaron warner fics soon?

yes!! Just bear with me lol I have my final exams in may 15 - 28 and after that uni is over for me 🥸🫂

But I am still posting some drabble fics at the moment 🤍

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YESSSIRRR ITS IN THE WORKS RN !!!!!

— 🕸️ : ꒰ work mom. ꒱

pairing :: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

synopsis :: you constantly doted on miles, causing you to earn the title of “work mom.” but… does that make miguel his dad in this scenario?

warnings :: sfw!! miles refers to reader as his work mom. super fluffy and no other warnings apply!

etc :: this is so self-indulgent, but i hope you guys enjoy! had a lot of fun with this one!

You had taken a liking to Miles.

You saw yourself as not a mentor, but a mother. Not that he needed one, certainly not. But whenever he came to HQ, you always made sure he was healthy, as happy as he could be, and certainly eating. Before you knew it, you were grabbing food from the cafeteria and making sure he had some whenever he visited.

Miguel took notice of this.

Bringing it to your attention was another thing. Miguel tried whispering it to you, gesturing to the food in your hands.

“You’re being too soft on him.”

But of course you denied, shook your head, and walked past him. You had a right to be soft on him, especially after everything that happened. So of course you were going to spoil him, make sure he took care of himself. It was like you had taken him under your metaphorical wing, watching over him even though it’s not like he really needed it.

“He’s not going to break, you know.”

Miguel grumbled through an empanada one day, you having brought him lunch as well. You were used to eating alone with him, but brought up eating in the cafeteria with the others. He knew why.

“No need to be grumpy, love. Just wanting to help you be more social, that’s all.”

His deadpan look of disgust towards your comment made you chuckle through your own meal.

“You’re wanting to check on him and Gwen, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t deny, had no way of doing so when it came to him. So you shrugged your shoulders and placed a kiss on his forehead. “You know me so well.”

The next day, around the same time, you had managed to convince him to join you in the cafeteria. Begrudgingly, he sat beside you, his frame making yours seem much smaller in comparison.

“Can’t believe you managed to get his grumpy ass in here.” Miles said through his food, which once again, you had gotten him. “By the way, thanks so much, mom!”

There was a beat of silence as Miguel choked, coughing and banging a fist on the table.

“Sorry! That is NOT what I meant!”

Rubbing your hand over Miguel’s back while he still struggled to catch his breath, you beamed at Miles. “It’s quite alright! After all, I am like your work mom, huh? As normal as that could be in this situation.”

Miles stared at Miguel for a moment, before swallowing another bite. “Does… that make him my work dad?”

Miguel choked once again.

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

It happened a lot, these situations that proved to be domestic in some ways. Miles started hanging around you more often, enjoying your presence and sweet disposition. He wasn’t the only person who felt this way.

“You seem grumpy,” you chirped, poking at Miguel when he buried his head in your shoulder.

“It’s the kid.”

“Miles? You mean our adoptive work son?”

That caused a groan to leave him, baring sharp teeth for you to admire.

“You know, he called me mom again by accident today. I think it’s sweet.”

Miguel didn’t speak, only wrapping his arms around your waist in a means to feel closer to your warmth. His hands traced your hips, as if contemplating.

“Maybe.”

It was short and gruff.

“Maybe what?”

Another beat of silence.

“Maybe I’ll consider him my work son when he stops being such a pain in my ass.”

You giggled, running your hands through his slick hair. The sweet cowlicks that followed always made you beam down at him.

“Isn’t that what sons are for?”

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

The final straw was Miles running into the office, excitement following his every step towards you. Miguel heard him approach, his back turned to the boy as he worked.

You heard a call of your name, followed by a cheerful, “You won’t believe this!”

In his hands was a paper, one with a big, bright red ‘A’ drawn in a circle as if branded onto the material. It was the very same assignment he had come to you groaning about, worried about his grade since he had to miss so many of the classes.

“Look! Got an ‘A,’ thanks to your help, that is!”

You laughed, taking the paper from his grip and giving him a wide smile. “Aw, I knew you could do it! Nothing the great Miles Morales can’t handle!”

Little did you know, Miguel was watching. Crimson eyes taking in every detail, every smile and act of kindness. You truly were like a second mother to him, always supportive and helpful when you could be. It… Made his heart warm. Oddly enough.

“Once again, thanks, work mom. It still feels weird calling you that, but I can’t see you any other way now.”

Pulling him into a hug, you gave another light laugh. “I’m here for you always. See you later, Miles.”

As he turned to leave, proud parchment in tow, he turned to wave to Miguel. “Later, work dad!”

That had him jump out of his skin. So much for that sweet moment.

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