Frat!Suguru is the type of guy you weren’t expecting to want you. I mean, yes, you both were in the fraternity/sorority scene and you both loved the socialism of it all. But he was different. More nonchalant than his friends Gojo or Sukuna.
You’re the opposite. Bubbly, friendly, and very chalant. A guy like Nanami suited you better, but frat!Suru would die before he let that happen.
It took weeks of flirting and trying to get your guard to come down before you finally agreed to go out with him. It would’ve been rude to flat out reject him after he’d totally gone out of his comfort zone.
The date was actually great. Frat!Suguru showed up at your place, looking very handsome with a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. Your sorority sisters were quite jealous. He took you to your favorite park where a picnic was set up for both of you and a perfect view of the cherry blossom trees.
By the fourth date, you both were sprung. Frat!Suguru was ready to make it official, but he couldn’t just ask. The way he asked you was so chaotic. He and Satoru posted up outside your sorority house, Satoru held a big ass boombox that played one of your favorite songs, while Suguru held up a poster that looked like a third grade project.
“What the hell are you two doing!?” You opened your window to yell over the music. Suguru flashed you his pretty smile.
“What d’you say!? Yes or no!?” He called out. You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.
“I say yes! Dumbass.” You giggled.
In saying yes, you were immediately entitled to anything your heart desired, on frat!Suguru’s tab of course. Flowers, cute clothes in your sorority’s colors— whatever you asked for.
You two were always each other’s dates to any and everywhere. His frat and your sorority were always doing events together so it gave you an excuse to get dressed up and be in each other’s vicinity. A date night if you will.
But frat!Suguru made sure you did things outside of your little club as well. He often took you to your favorite bar or your favorite restaurant or your favorite thing to do. Suguru really liked doing things you liked. You thought it was sweet, but you had to assure him you two could do things he liked as well.
Frat!Suguru is very protective of you. If he had it his way, he’d keep you away from the party scene completely, but you’d already been attending parties since before you got together, so that was a no go.
Dating frat!Suguru means you’re kinda dating his friends too. You don’t mind it actually. From an outsider’s point of view you’d think they were the average frat bro, but they were actually kinda funny when they weren’t trying to get you to hook them up with your girls.
“Your friend Yuki is kinda hot. Mind, uh, setting me up?” Suguru’s stoner friend, Choso asked you.
You laughed. “Yeah, when hells freezes over. She’s way too much woman for you.”
You enjoyed doing frat!Suguru’s hair more than he did. You were always keeping it shiny and healthy, and also trying out new hairstyles on him before you did it on yourself. Suguru loved it, it gave you some bonding time. What wasn’t so fun was when you yanked his black locks claiming there was a “knot.”
Frat!Suguru loves the desserts you bake. Almost every week, you’d show up with some new pastry you wanted him to taste test, and every time it was always delicious in his opinion.
Frat!Suguru wasn’t always that good with studying or school in general. He didn’t do horrible, but what he did do was barely keeping him afloat. That all changed when you two started dating. Unlike his past girlfriends who only wanted him for physical or material reasons, you loved your boyfriend and wanted to see him do good. So you became his tutor (unofficially). By the end of the term, Suguru had all a’s and the most beautiful girl on campus.
Your friends warned you that fifth margarita wasn’t a good idea. But drinks were flowing and if you hadn’t taken it, you would’ve been texting your ex tonight.
Now, texting your ex didn’t seem so bad compared to being in a hospital with a swollen ass ankle. The strobing, white lights blinded you even when you closed your eyes. Meanwhile your friends couldn’t stop laughing.
“Alright! I hear we got a twisted ankle.”
The curtain pulled back and the most handsome man you’ve ever seen was revealed to you. Salt and pepper hair and the biceps that were basically bursting out his shirt. He had a very professional look on his face that made him even hotter.
“Super twisted.” You slurred, still holding intense eye contact. Your friends were giggling even harder now. One of them even said,
“You got the hot doctor! No fair!” Jack smirked, he dealt with drunk girls all the time, nothing new.
“Alright, well, I’m dr. Abbot,” he gently shook your hand. “I’m gonna take a look at your ankle now. Could you tell me how you injured it?” He asked softly.
You were melting like butter. Alcohol mixed with butterflies wasn’t a good combination.
“Mmmh. Between the margaritas and my heels… I was dooooomed from the start.” Jack chuckled as he kept prodding around your foot. “Ouch!” You hissed, trying to retract your leg from his grasp. It didn’t work, though, he kept you in place with ease.
“Good news. No fractures or breaks. But you definitely need to ice it and I’ll wrap it up for you, alright?” You nodded, holding eye contact until he pulled away.
You got your foot wrapped up by a doctor Shen and opted to spend the night here so you could sober up a little. By morning, you and your friends (who desperately needed water and ivs) were getting ready to leave.
Your attraction to Jack didn’t go unnoticed by… anyone really. You were trying to play it cool though. While you filled out some release forms, you snatched a sticky note from a pad that was lying around and jotted down your number.
You didn’t see Dr. Abbot anywhere around, so you waited by the front until he popped up. “Dr. Abbot!” You called out, starting to hobble towards him.
Like a gentleman, he met you halfway so you didn’t accidentally fall on your face. “You on your way, sweetheart?” The nickname had you ready to twist your other ankle.
“I just wanted to give you this. A thank you for taking care of me.” You pressed the sticky noted into his larger hand. He smelt so good, like some kind of manly cologne you knew nothing about, but wanted to learn quick.
“Oh, your phone number. Didn’t know you felt that way.” You nodded shyly.
“Call me sometime.” You smiled. “Bye, Dr. Abbot.” You turned on your good heel to walk away, feeling very confident in what you just did.
Robby popped up behind Jack. “You always attract the youngers one, brother.”
Jack barked out a laugh. “They attract me too. Especially that one.” He said, pocketing your number.
Stopping muggers and rapists from terriorizing the streets of New York? Easy job for Frank Castle. Doing more trying tasks like taking down a dangerous trafficking ring ran by trained killers? Still an easy task, but it came with a lot more wounds.
Frank was bleeding out bad from multiple parts of his body. He could usually patch himself up just fine, but stitches were another stories. Only Maria could do his stitches well and she wasn’t here.
He found himself walking until he reached a beat up apartment building. Only one light was on and it was all the way on the third floor. With the last of his might, Frank climbed the fire escape stairs
Of course he was a man raised right, so when he arrived at your window (a trail of blood behind him), he knocked and made sure not to bleed on your cute little rug.
You were counting the money you made from tonight when you heard the sound of knocking on glass. You shot your head up to see a bleeding man hovering over your balcony.
“What the fuck!” You screamed, reaching for your baseball bat. Frank expected this, so he tried to calm you down.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you. I just need a few—shit!— a few stitches.”
Chest heaving, you walked closer to your window (probably closer into danger). “I’ll break your balls if you try anything!” You warned. Slowly you opened the window. The bat still ready in your other hand.
“Just calm down, babydoll. Look, I won’t hurt you, swear.” He panted, inching in his leg with the little leeway you gave him.
“Don’t call me that.” You scoffed.
“No disrespect.” Frank slipped in your apartment with a groan. “I assume you don’t want me bleedin’ on your fancy couch.”
“Who are you again?” You questioned.
Watching you scramble around for a first aid kit and some antiseptic, Frank couldn’t help but notice the way your hips swished back and forth. The tightness of your robe wasn’t helping either, but he was more focused on closing up his skin.
“Fine. Don’t tell me. This is gonna sting.” You sprayed the antiseptic on a rag and ran it over his laceration. Frank didn’t even react that much which surprised you.
“You good with a needle and thread?” He asked you. You gave a small hum, not looking up from his side. Frank scanned the area, his eyes landed on a trash bag with money in it plus stacks of cash already tied up sitting on your coffee table.
You noticed him looking, but didn’t comment on it until he was about to. “I’m a dancer. At a club on 43rd.” You admitted lowly. The job wasn’t one to be proud of, but it kept the lights on and you had to figure for it.
“I probably shouldn’t’ve told you that.”
“Well you can always break my balls.”
That made you laugh. It didn’t take you long to finish stitching, the second you were done Frank shot up so fast it almost gave you whiplash.
“Woah. Don’t you want some water or a cracker or something? You lost a lot of blood.” He shook his head, his expression as stoic as before.
“No. That’s alright.” He went back to the window. “You uh don’t open your window for strangers anymore, alright?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, okay, mysterious man. Who even are you anyway?” He didn’t answer you, he just fled out the window leaving you with a blood stained floor and balcony.
You decided to forget about your act of kindness for a while. Pretend it never happened and go on about your life. You had a shift tonight at the strip club— one you’d been avoiding because your boss was being worse than usual.
It was normal for him to verbally harass you and the other girls and take more of your tips than you agreed upon. You just got really good at hiding things and regulating your emotions.
You’d been dancing for at least two hours now. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex that the clung to the club was starting to rub off on you. That meant it was time for a lunch break.
“Hey, girls.”
The three girls getting ready gave you a greeting of some sort. One of the girls you were closest with turned to you.
“Y’know how we all say Jim’s doing some shady shit?” You nodded, your brows furrowing. “Yeah, well he’s been going off all day. I think some shits about to go down.” She told you.
You chuckled. “Yeah sure. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Okay. Don’t say I told you so, babe.” She giggled.
Your lunch break had been over for a while now, but you were still hiding out, scrolling on your phone mindlessly. After a while, you noticed things had gotten a bit louder than before, but it could’ve been anything.
Then it felt like everything went quiet before.
Bang!
Screams tore through the air. You were frozen in place. If this was a shooting, you definitely weren’t going out there. After the first shot there wasn’t anymore.
Your friend from earlier burst into the room, shock and disgust written on her face. “Some guy just shot Jim in the head!”
Your eyes widened. “Holy shit! What?” Your stuff was already half packed. You were getting out of here.
“I saw the guy. I offered him a lap dance but he just ignored me. He had dark hair— real rugged guy.” She described shakily.
You halted. That sounded like your mystery man to a t.
You grabbed your bag. “Look. Just get out of here. I sure as hell am.” You suggested before leaving the room.
You caught a cab home, the events of tonight shaking you up too bad to walk. When you got home, you showered and got ready for bed. The whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about Frank.
Why would he kill your boss?
Who even was he?
You stepped out of your bathroom, clad in only a robe. A small chill ran down your spine at the fact you kept your kitchen light on before you went to shower. Now it was off.
Stuff like this happened all the time, you’d be half-asleep thinking you left a light on when you really didn’t, so you didn’t think anything of it.
“Hey, doll.” You scrambled to flip on the light, seeing Frank almost made you piss yourself.
“What the fuck!?” You screamed. He chuckled deeply.
“You seem to say that a lot. ‘m not gonna hurt you, doll. You know this.” He reassured you. That wasn’t stopping you from freaking out.
“You killed my boss, correct?”
“Damn straight.”
“Why?” You asked, still keeping your distance, but getting a little closer.
“He was trafficking. People that is. Some were your coworkers.” He told you, not a hint of shame about his act.
Your heart sunk. You always knew he was shady, but trafficking people? That wasn’t a thought you could even muster.
“Are you serious? Some of those girls were my friends. I—” you stammered, your eyes getting glossy at the thought.
“Hey hey hey. Just calm down. I thought you were the tough one. With your baseball bat and all.” He closed the space between you two in a flash.
You let this complete stranger wipe away your tears with such gentleness. “I just don’t get why you’re here. Are you trying to accessorize me to what you did?”
“You wanna lie to me and say you weren’t thinking about me?”
You opened your mouth to say something sly back, but ultimately failed. “Maybe a little. Doesn’t mean shit, though.”
“Y’know, I don’t even know your name.” You sniffled.
“You don’t read the paper? I’m the punisher.” You rolled your eyes.
“Your real fucking name, please.” Frank pressed a kiss to your temple before he straightened up.
“It’s best we leave it at that, babydoll,” he walked over to your front door and you followed him. “Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too. ‘Punisher.’” He nodded then walked away. You watched him the whole time until he was out of sight.
Going back inside, only then did you realize he kissed your forehead.
Toji Fushiguro — calling him daddy in front of Megumi and Tsumiki
You, Toji, and your two children, Megumi and Tsumiki, were sitting at the dinner table, enjoying the instant ramen that Toji had prepared. It was basically the only thing he knew how to cook.
Megumi is a year younger than his sister Tsumiki. He's 15 and she's 16. They've both lived most of their lives with you, even though Toji tried to be a good father and you always kept him in line. He was always out gambling or doing part-time work to pay the bills.
You lived in a dangerous neighborhood because the rent was the cheapest, and when Megumi and Tsumiki were younger, Toji stayed home more often, afraid something might happen because of the location, but at the same time he had to do his "jobs." What love doesn't make you do, right?
But nowadays, your two children help a lot around the house. And, in the end, Toji might be the best father you ever imagined, and he's certainly the best husband.
Seeing the silence at the table, the tired expressions of your teenage children from their school exams, and the delightfully tired but contented expression of your husband, you decide to crack a joke.
But before that, you stop to admire your husband's beauty. He's wearing sweatpants and a black shirt that his muscles almost burst through, strands of hair falling over his eyes as he picks up food from his plate with chopsticks (you'll have to trim his hair... as you always do).
"Daddy, can you pass me the salt?" You say jokingly, looking at Toji.
Megumi and Tsumiki automatically drop their chopsticks on their plates, literally in shock! Toji slowly raises his head and smiles mischievously, stretches out his hand and slowly brings the salt to you.
"Here, mommy." He answers, and as he speaks, Megumi stands up from his chair indignantly, and Tsumiki blushes, stifling a laugh and hiding her face in her hands. Toji smiles at you and nods slightly in contentment.
"You should behave yourselves! I'm going to eat in my room." Megumi says, almost giving a moral lesson, taking his plate and chopsticks and heading to his room, and a blush also appears on his face. Tsumiki tries to go back to eating as if nothing had happened, until Toji says,
“And it really made me upset!” Utahime cried into your shoulder.
A small incident today was all it took to have her sobbing on your shoulder. You loved your crybaby, but you hated seeing her cry.
“Oh, baby,” you lifted her chin gently, tracing her faint scar. “How bout I make it better, hm?” Your words seemed to lift her spirits a little.
“How? With kisses?” She pouted, looking up at you with those glossy brown eyes.
Chuckling, you shook your head and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Not exactly, sweet girl. Lie back for me?”
Minutes later, you were between Utahime’s legs, your tongue lapping at her drooling cunt.
“Hmph—feels so—ah!—good!” She babbled, her pale hand reaching out to yank on your hair which elicited a moan from your lips.
You kept your same rhythm— two fingers curling inside her gummy walls, and your lips wrapped around her sensitive clit until you felt her tense up and a spew of curses leave her mouth.
“I’m gonna—oh fuck!” Utahime cried out, her hips bucking up wildly as her orgasm washed over her. You didn’t let up, essentially helping her ride it out until she fell slack against the sheets.
You sat up, wiping Utahime’s slick from your chin before giving her a deep kiss.
“Did that make it better?” You asked sensually, wrapping an arm around her as you lied down. Utahime giggled all shy like.
Life in Malaysia was bliss for you and Nanami. There wasn’t a second thought to move there after the Shibuya incident. Nanami made it out alive and that was enough reason to pack your bags and move.
A year or so later, you got pregnant and gave birth to a little girl— whom was the light of your life.
She was adventurous from the moment she could walk. You and Nanami owned a home on the beach, so trips there were frequent.
Turning four, she really found a hobby in walking around the streets of the country and finding cool things or eating new foods. You and your husband always chaperoned her happily, introducing her to new foods or buying her new clothes and toys.
This one particular day, you were walking home hand in hand, your little girl going on about all the fun you’d had earlier.
“My favorite part was finding all the seashells! I can’t wait to home and show daddy!” She went on animatedly, childlike excitement in her eyes.
“He’ll love every one, baby.” You told her. In the split second of silence, a small mew could be heard. You stopped walking and so did your daughter.
“Did you hear that, baby?” You asked her. Her tiny eyebrows were furrowed as she let go of your hand, determined to find out where this sound was coming from.
“It was a kitty. But just where is it?”
You didn’t have to look long, moments later, the small, brownish kitten revealed itself, still whimpering and keeping its distance.
Your daughter gasped softly, slowly walking up to the tiny animal and coaxing it into letting her pick it up. You watched with a soft smile and anticipation for her to bring it to you.
“Oh, it’s so cute.” You gushed as you got a closer look, petting the cat’s back gently.
“Do you think we can keep it?” She asked you, looking at the kitten with infatuation. Nanami wasn’t really the biggest fan of cats.
But the second you realized just how in love your little girl was, you knew you had to convince Kento.
———
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
You were now back home, trying to convince Kento to let you keep the cat whilst your daughter gave the feline a bath in the sink.
“Oh, Ken. She’s in love. And so am I to be honest— I mean, that cat is so cute.” You reasoned, giving him your best pout. “Please, baby. You’ll grow to love it too.”
“Yeah, you’ll grow to love it, daddy!” A tiny voice called out. You turned around to see her and the kitten who was curled up in a towel. You awwed.
“Tell me that isn’t the cutest thing ever.”
Nanami looked at you then at his little girl and the kitten. With an exasperated sigh, he finally gave in.
“Alright. We’ll keep it. But this is gonna teach you responsibility, little miss,” Nanami poked at her tiny shoulder, eliciting a giggle from her. “You’ll feed him and clean him when he’s dirty. And you’ll give him a name.”
Your daughter gasped, a name immediately popping into her head. “I wanna name him Seashell!” She exclaimed, hugging the kitten extra tight.
You smiled at the scene, happy your baby was happy and that Nanami didn’t say no. “You’re so sweet, Kento. We knew you wouldn’t say now.” You leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth which made him blush a little.
“I can’t say no to my favorite girls, now can I?” He smiled, pulling you two in (plus the new edition) in for a hug.
Things were just not going your way today. You woke up late which resulted in you missing your nine o’clock class— a class you couldn’t afford to be missing.
Then to cheer yourself up, you brought yourself a coffee. The first sip had you literally spitting it out, it was swamp water if nothing else.
Your hair wasn’t cooperating.
You tripped on the way out the door.
Despite all that, you still decided to go out and take a walk around campus for a bit. You had on a cute pink workout set and a tune singing in your ear. You were actually starting to forget about your horrible first few hours of the day.
That was until a faint but angry barking fell upon your ears. Pets somehow were allowed on campus— you didn’t really mind it. But it was something about you that set this one particular dog off.
This wasn’t some chihuahua— god no. It was a pure bred great dane.
And it was running straight towards you— leash completely slipping out of its owner’s grasp.
You did the only logical thing: ran for your life, screaming like a mad woman all the way back inside. You slid down the wall in relief as you tried to catch your breath.
Finally calming down, it hit you just how embarrassing that was. Basically half the school was out there and they saw you flailing around like a scaredy cat (which you were).
The second you shut your room door, you buried your head into the nearest pillow and let out a shriek.
The only person with the power to turn this day around was Satoru. You snatched your phone up and went to the messages app, clicking on his name.
toruuu. I’m having the worst day ☹️
Aww poor baby. What can I do?
You rolled over on your bed, a cheeky smile on your face as you typed.
bicep pics would reallyyyy help 👀👀👀
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Should I come over as well?
Immediately, your demeanor was turned upside down. You typed back a quick response before shutting your phone off to get ready for Satoru.
By the time you changed into something cozier and had the show you and Satoru watched together set up, he was knocking on your door.
“It’s open, baby!” You called out from the bed, way too cozy to get out of it. Satoru walked in, a bag of food in hand and a smile on his cute face.
“Hi, Toru!” You smiled, sitting up a little. He flashed you a smile that met his eyes as he sat the food down. By smell alone you knew it was your favorite takeout.
“I got your favorite,” he said before kissing your lips, his glasses hitting your face like they always did. “Wanna tell me about your day?” He asked.
You sighed as you opened the bag. “I’d rather not relive that embarrassment. Thanks for the bicep pics, though.”
He got in bed beside you, watching as you dug into your meal. “Yeah no problem. I forgot how much you like them.” You giggled, lodging yourself under his muscular arm.
“Like? No, I love these things. They’re my second favorite thing about you.” Satoru scoffed.
“Yeah? And what’s the first?”
You booped his nose with a giggle. “How flustered you get when I compliment you.”
Satoru couldn’t even deny it, he was red as a tomato. He rubbed at his cheeks as if that would make it go away.
“Whatever you say.” He muttered, pulling you in even closer than you already were.
♡ ⸝⸝ frat!gojo wants you to be his again ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ ft fetty wap on a jbl speaker
it was late. after studying, you had crawled into bed thirty minutes ago in hopes to catch some sleep. your final exam for bio was tomorrow and your anxiety was eating away at your stomach. the past half hour of tossing and turning was starting to get to you. you needed to get some sleep, and fast. you exhaled as a wave of drowsiness hit you. your eyes fluttered shut. finally, you thought. you snuggled in your blankets and began to drift off.
your window of sleep lasted all but five minutes. you woke up startled as you heard loud music blasting. the vibrations somehow made it through the walls. you rubbed your eyes and looked around in confusion. your roommate wasn’t in her bed, she was probably at her boyfriend’s. that’s when you realized the source of loud music was coming from outside your window.
crawling out of bed, you decided to investigate. you pulled back the curtains and looked down. to your demise, you saw your ex boyfriend, satoru gojo, standing outside your window holding up a JBL speaker. “again” by fetty wap blared from the large speaker.
“i want you to be mine again, bae-be!” satoru screeched, completely off tune. you winced and groaned softly, the sharp sound ringing in your ears. he cannot be serious. it was 2am and finals week, someone was bound to curse him out for causing a commotion this late.
“i know my lifestyle is driving you cray-zay…but i cannot see myself without you,” he continued. you were too tired to scream or shout, but you had to shut him up somehow. you opted for throwing his hoodie at him. you launched it at him with as much force as you could muster in your current state. it hit his chest, distracting him and making him lose his place in the song. he mumbled the lyrics before catching up.
“i go out of my way to please you, i go out of my way to see you!” he shouted. god, he didn’t know when to quit. that was the last of his things you had, you didn’t know what else to throw. scanning your room, you came up empty. guess you were going to have to be the one to cuss him out.
“shut up the fuck up! gosh!” you shouted at him. you still felt groggy, but you had to get him out of here.
he ignored your request and started to dance along. you rolled your eyes at his goofy little two step. he looked absolutely ridiculous, but didn’t seem to care at all.
“and i want you to be mine again, bae-by, i know my lifestyle is drivi—ow!” the dumbass yelped as he accidentally dropped the 30 pound speak on his head.
you snorted as he rubbed his head and fought back tears. a genuine laugh bubbled out of you at the sight. he glanced up at you once more and the idiot smiled.
“oh how i’ve missed hearing that sweet sound.” he beamed at you. a red bump was starting to form on his head where you assumed the speaker had hit him. what a lunatic.
you immediately frowned. “stop being corny and go home!” you whisper shouted. the music had finally stopped—satoru’s thick skull must have broken the speaker—so you were trying to be mindful of your volume.
“huh?? i can’t hear you speak up.” he put his hand to his ear and looked at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and whisper shouted again, slightly louder this time.
“go. home.”
it was his turn to frown. “what? no! i’m not leaving until you take me back. i promise, i won’t distract you from your studies anymore.”
you scoffed. “a boyfriend is a distraction by default, satoru. don’t be dense. go home, aren’t you tired?”
“tired of living without you, yeah,” he replied swiftly.
you scoffed. he was corny, yes, but the gesture was sweet. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he didn’t necessarily do anything wrong either, he had been your sweet little himbo of a boyfriend, always there for you when you needed him.
maybe it was the fact you were exhausted. maybe it was the rose colored glasses that you definitely had on because of his rom com esque gesture. maybe it was just what’s been hiding in your heart. whatever it was, you gestured for him to come up.
his cerulean eyes widened and he grinned from ear to ear. “really?!?”
“don’t make me regret it,” you grumped.
he scurried off the lawn, and headed up, leaving his speaker behind. when he got your door, he practically suffocated you with a bear hug. you hugged him back, relishing in his warmth.
“i missed you. i love you.” he whispered into your hair. you couldn’t help but smile at his confession.
“i missed you too ‘toru.” he kissed your cheek and moved to reach your lips, but you stopped him.
holding up your finger to his lips, you glared at him.
