Frat!Suguru is the type of guy you werenât 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.
Youâre 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 wouldâve been rude to flat out reject him after heâd 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 couldnât 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.
âWhat the hell are you two doing!?â You opened your window to yell over the music. Suguru flashed you his pretty smile.
âWhat dâyou say!? Yes or no!?â He called out. You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.
âI say yes! Dumbass.â You giggled.
In saying yes, you were immediately entitled to anything your heart desired, on frat!Suguruâs tab of course. Flowers, cute clothes in your sororityâs colorsâ whatever you asked for.
You two were always each otherâs 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 otherâs 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, heâd keep you away from the party scene completely, but youâd already been attending parties since before you got together, so that was a no go.
Dating frat!Suguru means youâre kinda dating his friends too. You donât mind it actually. From an outsiderâs point of view youâd think they were the average frat bro, but they were actually kinda funny when they werenât trying to get you to hook them up with your girls.
âYour friend Yuki is kinda hot. Mind, uh, setting me up?â Suguruâs stoner friend, Choso asked you.
You laughed. âYeah, when hells freezes over. Sheâs way too much woman for you.â
You enjoyed doing frat!Suguruâs 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 wasnât so fun was when you yanked his black locks claiming there was a âknot.â
Frat!Suguru loves the desserts you bake. Almost every week, youâd show up with some new pastry you wanted him to taste test, and every time it was always delicious in his opinion.
Frat!Suguru wasnât always that good with studying or school in general. He didnât 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 aâs and the most beautiful girl on campus.
Your friends warned you that fifth margarita wasnât a good idea. But drinks were flowing and if you hadnât taken it, you wouldâve been texting your ex tonight.
Now, texting your ex didnât 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 couldnât stop laughing.
âAlright! I hear we got a twisted ankle.â
The curtain pulled back and the most handsome man youâve 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.
âSuper twisted.â You slurred, still holding intense eye contact. Your friends were giggling even harder now. One of them even said,
âYou got the hot doctor! No fair!â Jack smirked, he dealt with drunk girls all the time, nothing new.
âAlright, well, Iâm dr. Abbot,â he gently shook your hand. âIâm gonna take a look at your ankle now. Could you tell me how you injured it?â He asked softly.
You were melting like butter. Alcohol mixed with butterflies wasnât a good combination.
âMmmh. Between the margaritas and my heels⌠I was dooooomed from the start.â Jack chuckled as he kept prodding around your foot. âOuch!â You hissed, trying to retract your leg from his grasp. It didnât work, though, he kept you in place with ease.
âGood news. No fractures or breaks. But you definitely need to ice it and Iâll wrap it up for you, alright?â 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 didnât 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 didnât see Dr. Abbot anywhere around, so you waited by the front until he popped up. âDr. Abbot!â You called out, starting to hobble towards him.
Like a gentleman, he met you halfway so you didnât accidentally fall on your face. âYou on your way, sweetheart?â The nickname had you ready to twist your other ankle.
âI just wanted to give you this. A thank you for taking care of me.â 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.
âOh, your phone number. Didnât know you felt that way.â You nodded shyly.
âCall me sometime.â You smiled. âBye, Dr. Abbot.â You turned on your good heel to walk away, feeling very confident in what you just did.
Robby popped up behind Jack. âYou always attract the youngers one, brother.â
Jack barked out a laugh. âThey attract me too. Especially that one.â 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 wasnât 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.
âWhat the fuck!â You screamed, reaching for your baseball bat. Frank expected this, so he tried to calm you down.
âLook, I donât want to hurt you. I just need a fewâshit!â a few stitches.â
Chest heaving, you walked closer to your window (probably closer into danger). âIâll break your balls if you try anything!â You warned. Slowly you opened the window. The bat still ready in your other hand.
âJust calm down, babydoll. Look, I wonât hurt you, swear.â He panted, inching in his leg with the little leeway you gave him.
âDonât call me that.â You scoffed.
âNo disrespect.â Frank slipped in your apartment with a groan. âI assume you donât want me bleedinâ on your fancy couch.â
âWho are you again?â You questioned.
Watching you scramble around for a first aid kit and some antiseptic, Frank couldnât help but notice the way your hips swished back and forth. The tightness of your robe wasnât helping either, but he was more focused on closing up his skin.
âFine. Donât tell me. This is gonna sting.â You sprayed the antiseptic on a rag and ran it over his laceration. Frank didnât even react that much which surprised you.
âYou good with a needle and thread?â 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 didnât comment on it until he was about to. âIâm a dancer. At a club on 43rd.â You admitted lowly. The job wasnât one to be proud of, but it kept the lights on and you had to figure for it.
âI probably shouldnâtâve told you that.â
âWell you can always break my balls.â
That made you laugh. It didnât take you long to finish stitching, the second you were done Frank shot up so fast it almost gave you whiplash.
âWoah. Donât you want some water or a cracker or something? You lost a lot of blood.â He shook his head, his expression as stoic as before.
âNo. Thatâs alright.â He went back to the window. âYou uh donât open your window for strangers anymore, alright?â
You rolled your eyes. âYeah, okay, mysterious man. Who even are you anyway?â He didnât 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 clubâ one youâd 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.
Youâd 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.
âHey, girls.â
The three girls getting ready gave you a greeting of some sort. One of the girls you were closest with turned to you.
âYâknow how we all say Jimâs doing some shady shit?â You nodded, your brows furrowing. âYeah, well heâs been going off all day. I think some shits about to go down.â She told you.
You chuckled. âYeah sure. Iâll believe it when I see it.â
âOkay. Donât say I told you so, babe.â 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 couldâve 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 werenât going out there. After the first shot there wasnât anymore.
Your friend from earlier burst into the room, shock and disgust written on her face. âSome guy just shot Jim in the head!â
Your eyes widened. âHoly shit! What?â Your stuff was already half packed. You were getting out of here.
âI saw the guy. I offered him a lap dance but he just ignored me. He had dark hairâ real rugged guy.â She described shakily.
You halted. That sounded like your mystery man to a t.
You grabbed your bag. âLook. Just get out of here. I sure as hell am.â 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 couldnât 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, youâd be half-asleep thinking you left a light on when you really didnât, so you didnât think anything of it.
âHey, doll.â You scrambled to flip on the light, seeing Frank almost made you piss yourself.
âWhat the fuck!?â You screamed. He chuckled deeply.
âYou seem to say that a lot. âm not gonna hurt you, doll. You know this.â He reassured you. That wasnât stopping you from freaking out.
âYou killed my boss, correct?â
âDamn straight.â
âWhy?â You asked, still keeping your distance, but getting a little closer.
âHe was trafficking. People that is. Some were your coworkers.â He told you, not a hint of shame about his act.
Your heart sunk. You always knew he was shady, but trafficking people? That wasnât a thought you could even muster.
âAre you serious? Some of those girls were my friends. Iââ you stammered, your eyes getting glossy at the thought.
âHey hey hey. Just calm down. I thought you were the tough one. With your baseball bat and all.â He closed the space between you two in a flash.
You let this complete stranger wipe away your tears with such gentleness. âI just donât get why youâre here. Are you trying to accessorize me to what you did?â
âYou wanna lie to me and say you werenât thinking about me?â
You opened your mouth to say something sly back, but ultimately failed. âMaybe a little. Doesnât mean shit, though.â
âYâknow, I donât even know your name.â You sniffled.
âYou donât read the paper? Iâm the punisher.â You rolled your eyes.
âYour real fucking name, please.â Frank pressed a kiss to your temple before he straightened up.
âItâs best we leave it at that, babydoll,â he walked over to your front door and you followed him. âHave a good night.â
âYeah, you too. âPunisher.ââ 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 â 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,
âAnd it really made me upset!â 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.
âOh, baby,â you lifted her chin gently, tracing her faint scar. âHow bout I make it better, hm?â Your words seemed to lift her spirits a little.
âHow? With kisses?â She pouted, looking up at you with those glossy brown eyes.
Chuckling, you shook your head and kissed the corner of her mouth. âNot exactly, sweet girl. Lie back for me?â
Minutes later, you were between Utahimeâs legs, your tongue lapping at her drooling cunt.
âHmphâfeels soâah!âgood!â She babbled, her pale hand reaching out to yank on your hair which elicited a moan from your lips.
You kept your same rhythmâ 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.
âIâm gonnaâoh fuck!â Utahime cried out, her hips bucking up wildly as her orgasm washed over her. You didnât let up, essentially helping her ride it out until she fell slack against the sheets.
You sat up, wiping Utahimeâs slick from your chin before giving her a deep kiss.
âDid that make it better?â You asked sensually, wrapping an arm around her as you lied down. Utahime giggled all shy like.
âA lot better.â She smiled, nuzzling up to you.
Life in Malaysia was bliss for you and Nanami. There wasnât 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 girlâ 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 youâd had earlier.
âMy favorite part was finding all the seashells! I canât wait to home and show daddy!â She went on animatedly, childlike excitement in her eyes.
âHeâll love every one, baby.â You told her. In the split second of silence, a small mew could be heard. You stopped walking and so did your daughter.
âDid you hear that, baby?â 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.
âIt was a kitty. But just where is it?â
You didnât 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.
âOh, itâs so cute.â You gushed as you got a closer look, petting the catâs back gently.
âDo you think we can keep it?â She asked you, looking at the kitten with infatuation. Nanami wasnât 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.
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âYeah, I donât think so.â
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.
âOh, Ken. Sheâs in love. And so am I to be honestâ I mean, that cat is so cute.â You reasoned, giving him your best pout. âPlease, baby. Youâll grow to love it too.â
âYeah, youâll grow to love it, daddy!â A tiny voice called out. You turned around to see her and the kitten who was curled up in a towel. You awwed.
âTell me that isnât the cutest thing ever.â
Nanami looked at you then at his little girl and the kitten. With an exasperated sigh, he finally gave in.
âAlright. Weâll keep it. But this is gonna teach you responsibility, little miss,â Nanami poked at her tiny shoulder, eliciting a giggle from her. âYouâll feed him and clean him when heâs dirty. And youâll give him a name.â
Your daughter gasped, a name immediately popping into her head. âI wanna name him Seashell!â She exclaimed, hugging the kitten extra tight.
You smiled at the scene, happy your baby was happy and that Nanami didnât say no. âYouâre so sweet, Kento. We knew you wouldnât say now.â You leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth which made him blush a little.
âI canât say no to my favorite girls, now can I?â 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 oâclock classâ a class you couldnât 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 wasnât 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 campusâ you didnât really mind it. But it was something about you that set this one particular dog off.
This wasnât some chihuahuaâ god no. It was a pure bred great dane.
And it was running straight towards youâ leash completely slipping out of its ownerâs 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. Iâm having the worst day âšď¸
Aww poor baby. What can I do?
You rolled over on your bed, a cheeky smile on your face as you typed.
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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.
âItâs open, baby!â 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.
âHi, Toru!â 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.
âI got your favorite,â he said before kissing your lips, his glasses hitting your face like they always did. âWanna tell me about your day?â He asked.
You sighed as you opened the bag. âIâd rather not relive that embarrassment. Thanks for the bicep pics, though.â
He got in bed beside you, watching as you dug into your meal. âYeah no problem. I forgot how much you like them.â You giggled, lodging yourself under his muscular arm.
âLike? No, I love these things. Theyâre my second favorite thing about you.â Satoru scoffed.
âYeah? And whatâs the first?â
You booped his nose with a giggle. âHow flustered you get when I compliment you.â
Satoru couldnât even deny it, he was red as a tomato. He rubbed at his cheeks as if that would make it go away.
âWhatever you say.â He muttered, pulling you in even closer than you already were.
⥠â¸â¸ frat!gojo wants you to be his again ! â¤ď¸â âš 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 wasnât in her bed, she was probably at her boyfriendâs. thatâs 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. âagainâ by fetty wap blared from the large speaker.
âi want you to be mine again, bae-be!â 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.
âi know my lifestyle is driving you cray-zayâŚbut i cannot see myself without you,â 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.
âi go out of my way to please you, i go out of my way to see you!â he shouted. god, he didnât know when to quit. that was the last of his things you had, you didnât 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.
âshut up the fuck up! gosh!â 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 didnât seem to care at all.
âand i want you to be mine again, bae-by, i know my lifestyle is driviâow!â 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.
âoh how iâve missed hearing that sweet sound.â 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. âstop being corny and go home!â you whisper shouted. the music had finally stoppedâsatoruâs thick skull must have broken the speakerâso you were trying to be mindful of your volume.
âhuh?? i canât hear you speak up.â he put his hand to his ear and looked at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and whisper shouted again, slightly louder this time.
âgo. home.â
it was his turn to frown. âwhat? no! iâm not leaving until you take me back. i promise, i wonât distract you from your studies anymore.â
you scoffed. âa boyfriend is a distraction by default, satoru. donât be dense. go home, arenât you tired?â
âtired of living without you, yeah,â he replied swiftly.
you scoffed. he was corny, yes, but the gesture was sweet. youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss him. he didnât 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 whatâs 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. âreally?!?â
âdonât make me regret it,â 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.
âi missed you. i love you.â he whispered into your hair. you couldnât help but smile at his confession.
âi missed you too âtoru.â 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.
