Toji Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro from Jujutsu Kaisen Wiki - Fandom is a tall (188 cm or 6'2), muscular man with straight, mid-length black hair and distinct green eyes that he shares with his son, Megumi. Highly muscular, toned, and well-built frame. Thin eyebrows and a sharp, noticeable scar located on the corner of his right lip. His eyes color is dark blue. When on missions or fighting, he wears a tight-fitting short-sleeved black shirt, tan baggy training pants held up by a black woven belt, and black martial arts slippers. For everyday clothes, he often wears a simple long-sleeved shirt with matching pants and sandals. Back when he was part of the Zenin family, he wore a dark-colored haori over a traditional black yukata. When resurrected into another body, he wore a loose white sweater, black pants, and black shoes. During moments where his killer instinct took over completely, his eyes turned completely pitch-black.

Dating Toji Fushiguro means being with a dangerous, cynical, and fiercely protective man who treats you like his safe haven. He is not a man of many words. He speaks in a low, rough voice and prefers quiet over small talk. When he loves someone, he is intensely loyal, even if he shows it through actions rather than sweet poetry. He lives in the underground world and does not care about rules or right and wrong. He shows love through quiet physical touch, like random back hugs, heavy arms around your waist, or resting his chin on your shoulder. Nobody would ever dare bother you. He keeps dangerous connections, and people know better than to mess with anyone close to him. Expect him to be terrible with money. He either has cash from a shady job or loses it all at a gambling track unless you manage it. He does not know how to be gentle with his words. He might tease you when you feel insecure instead of giving a soft speech, though he will hold you if you actually cry. He expects you to be safe and may put strict boundaries on your surroundings because he knows how cruel the world is.

Being married to Toji Fushiguro from Jujutsu Kaisen means living a life of intense protection, rough edges, and quiet, unconventional devotion. At home, he acts lazy and detached, often drinking beer on the couch. He is terrible with money and gambles it away, sometimes relying on shady jobs or selling cursed tools to make cash. Despite his tough exterior, fan headcanons and canon lore hints suggest a grounding presence; the right partner brought out a calmer, more stable side of him before his life took a dark turn. As the "Sorcerer Killer," his protective nature borders on toxic. He keeps you safe by eliminating any perceived threats with zero hesitation. People in the underground criminal world know who he is, meaning no one would ever dare disrespect or bother you. He might restrict where you go or get intensely jealous if a stranger looks at you wrong, handling problems in his own lethal way. Meeting you was his greatest happiness, closely followed by the birth of their son, Megumi. He doesn't show many emotions. Instead of grand romantic speeches, affection looks like him remembering small things, making sure you are fed, and holding you close when things get too hard. Toji as a husband would give random back hugs and neck kisses. Would be kissing as if it’s the last. Passionate ones, lingering a few seconds after the kiss to get a breath, and then finishing it off with a few random pecks. He’s the type to maintain eye contact during your heated make-out sessions. He’d be the big spoon because he was brought up in a misogynistic family, so showing weakness is a big no-no. He likes you to be his anchor. Ever seen that big ships, with small anchors that hold them down, that’s you. Something that is rooting him into this reality. Your neighbors probably would’ve mistaken him for your sugar daddy, but in fact, he is your husband. So it’s not about the age gap, but he looks rash and dominant -which he is- the vibe that he gives off makes people think about every possible scenario. toji loves pulling you to his lap. he just absolutely loves it. he loves holding your waist or your hips, loves the way your back just rests on his chest. he loves how close you are when you are on his lap. he loves it especially when you are facing him; when your arms are slung around his shoulders, your face just inches away from his. he loves sharing warmth with you, loves it when you nuzzle your face on his shoulder before dozing off. toji just loves you on his lap. toji learned how to cook just for you. the time he realized he had to was when you two went out on a picnic and he decided that he should bring finger foods and bite-sized foods so he made sandwiches. nothing really unique and fancy. but then you looked so happy when you saw them; he saw the way your eyes lit up and the way your lips quirked high, and he decided he wanted to keep cooking for you. so he bought cookbooks and watched lengthy cooking videos, cut himself a few times and burned his pots more often than he’d like to admit but it’s all so worth it. because toji loves the way you look so happy when you see him spoil you that way. movie night:

“C’mere,” Toji says before guiding you to the space between his legs. You follow easily, shuffling on your knees to make yourself comfortable, and he huffs when you refuse to tear your attention from the movie, your eyes blown wide open as you continue to watch intently.

The moment your back meets his chest, he loops his arms around you and completely engulfs you in his embrace. Toji rests his cheek on the junction between your neck and your shoulder, and you startle as his breath tickles you.

“Toji!” you cry, your shoulders rising as a pinched whine creeps past your lips, your cheeks going hot at seeing Toji’s lazy smirk.

“M’bad,” he replies, sounding totally unapologetic, before pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

“No!” you say, trying to pull away as you slap a hand over your skin, covering as much as you can from Toji’s puckered lips. “That tickles!”

Unbothered, Toji continues to pepper kisses on your skin, even pressing many on the back of your palms, as he inches his lips closer to your neck.

“What- Toji, I swear to god-”

The movie has long been forgotten as you and Toji wrestle on the floor. You resolutely try your best to avoid Toji’s hands, but he is insistent in the way he cages you in his arms, pulling you close as he makes loud kissing noises to tease you.

He barks a laugh when you go slack, with your brows furrowing as the fight in you sizzles. You grow annoyed so in retaliation you push your leg out and kick him at his shin. He hisses, his arms buckling, before fully collapsing on top of you.

“Toji!” you whine as you grab handfuls of his hair. “You’re crushing me!”

Toji pretends to not hear you as he continues nuzzling his face on your belly.

Having Toji Fushiguro as your closest friend means dealing with a dangerous, unpredictable, and completely unfiltered companion. He will walk into your apartment uninvited, raid your fridge, and eat your food without asking. He treats your couch like his own bed, taking up the entire space while scrolling aimlessly on his phone. He speaks in short, sarcastic, and blunt sentences. He rarely shares deep emotional outbursts, preferring dry teases instead. Expect him to constantly try to borrow money, sponge off your meals, or gamble away his cash on boat races. As an infamous mercenary, he brings a lot of unwanted, deadly baggage into his personal sphere. He does not do sweet words. If someone threatens you, he will not give a grand speech—he will just quietly and brutally eliminate the problem.

He wasn't big on aftercare before meeting you, but now that he's in a more serious relationship with you, he wants to make sure you're taken care of. But since he deeply cares about you, he'd do whatever to make sure you get what you need, whether it’s feeding you, giving you a bath, cuddling with you, you name it. Body part (his favorite body part, as well as his partner's body part) He enjoys working with his hands and using his arms. He enjoys picking you up and throwing you around like a rag doll, as well as holding you in his enormous muscular arms while fucking into you. and what about you? He loves every inch of you, every part of you. But, if he had to choose, he enjoys latching onto your breasts and watching them bounce as he fucks you with your legs thrown over his shoulders. (no matter the size). When he's going to cum, he normally asks where you want it, which is usually inside of you. He enjoys breeding you and watching your cum combine with his as it spreads along his cock. As the old couple next door go for their daily walk, he wants to fuck you from behind against your guy's glass window making them spot you guys. He’s manifesting for that to happen one day. Before you came along, he'd had a few hook-ups with women, so he'd always known what to do. Back when he was a virgin, though, he'd automatically know what to do based on all the porn he'd watch on a regular basis. Even though there’s a few things he had to teach himself due to the two of you experimenting. (he always does a great job).. He enjoys standing up because, as previously stated, he enjoys holding your body while fucking himself into you. and you enjoy it also, because you can feel how much deeper he is in that position. Before sex, he'd probably make a joke about how amazing he'll fuck you and how you'll struggle to walk afterward. The only talking there would be is degrading with a side of praise. Hair is usually located near the pelvis area\base of the cock (aka, happy trail) as well as a small trail that leads down. He'd prefer to keep it that way because it doesn't appear to be overly busy or crazy lookin’. Unless you specifically request that he change it. Depending on the day, but most often on important occasions such as your birthday or after you've shared a tender moment together and he was to show how much he adores you. Not really, unless you’re gone for a long time which is rare. K - Kink (one or more of his kinks/fetishes) Somnophilia (some days)- you look good all the time but when he watches as you’re peacefully sleeping, he gets hard over how good you look. Sadism- Toji’s had a rough past, he loves taking on that pain out on you in the bedroom, and to humiliate you on top of that. Dacryphilia- Toji’s huge, sometimes it’s hard for you take the inches he was blessed with which causes tears to run down your cheeks. He loves to watch those tears. Choking- We’ve obviously learned that Toji’s rough in the bedroom, so he’d casually choke you with his large hand before and during he fucks you, along with wrapping his strong arm around his neck as he fucks you. Begging- He needs to hear you beg for his cock before using it. Discipline- DO NOT ACT UP! This man would punish you as if it’s nothing, you’re cervix would be screaming and crying for help. Praise- Mostly after sex because you took him so well, “You did so well taking my cock.” “i know it was hard alright? but you did great.” Face slapping- Another part of disciplining you, is slapping you as he rams his cock into you at a harsh speed. Face sitting- Sit. On. His. Face. you won’t regret it, and he’d could do it for however long. Edging- On a punishment day, if you declare that you’re close he’d take his cock right out of you, leaving you to cry over and over again. L- Location (favorite places) Public restaurants- whether it’s fingering you under the table when you two are meeting with people, or when he takes you into the bathroom and lifts you dress as he fucks you from behind. kitchen counter, the floor of anywhere in the house, the couch, the stairs, he’s down for anything. Almost anything you do turns him on, but specifically if you’re body (like breast, or ass) Is exposed to him. Unless it’s with another woman, no threesomes. He can’t even think of another man fucking you other than him. rough and fast, for special days, slow and sensual. Depending on the day, about 4 or 5. More or less depending on how you two feel. He usually grunts by how tight you squeeze him as he pounds into you, he’d also mumble a few “Fucks” and “Shits” along degrading you, but wouldn’t be overly loud. One of the things that are loud though, is the skin slapping when he’s going feral in literally any position. 8 inches, girthy with a bit of curve. also, veins running along the sides of it. and thick asf. 24/7, I mean, of course you guys have a healthy relationship and still talk lol. But sex still plays a huge part of it. He usually pulls you onto his chest and makes sure you fall asleep before him to make sure everything is fine on your behalf. after you’re in a deep sleep, he quickly goes into one also.

Affection: He is not big on public displays of affection. A heavy hand on your lower back or a quick brush of his thumb against your knuckles is about as public as it gets. In private, he is much more tactile, pulling you close or resting his heavy head in your lap. Body: He is completely confident in his scarred, muscular build. He walks around shirtless at home without a care and will lazily pull you against his warm, solid chest when it is time to sleep. Comfort: When you are sad or stressed, he does not offer a grand emotional speech. He will grunt, pull you onto the couch, and make you sit with him while he hands you a drink or turns on the TV. His presence alone is his way of fixing things. He does zero chores if he can avoid them, but he is surprisingly handy. If a pipe leaks or the door hinge squeaks, he fixes it in seconds. He lets you handle the cooking and cleaning while he provides the cash (usually won from gambling). Evening routine: Late nights suit him best. He stays up long after you fall asleep, cleaning his gear, smoking on the balcony, or coming home late from a job with quiet steps so he does not wake you. Fighting: He hates seeing you get hurt or drawn into Jujutsu politics. If someone threatens you, he turns terrifyingly cold and eliminates the problem before you even realize how bad things were. Gentle: He has a rough, heavy-handed grip from years of combat, but he actively softens his touch when holding you. He is hyper-aware of his own strength and terrified of accidentally hurting you. Humor: Deadpan, sarcastic, and cynical. He loves teasing you just to get an annoyed eye-roll, finding your exasperated sighs deeply amusing. Indulgence: He will spoil you in small, practical ways. If you like a specific brand of coffee or a soft blanket, he makes sure it is there—even if he complains about the price out loud. Jealousy: He does not get jealous easily because he knows who you go home to. However, if someone is overly familiar or flirts with you right in front of him, a single sharp glare from Toji is enough to make them walk away. Kisses: Short, lazy, and often unannounced. A press of his lips to your temple when passing in the hallway, or a rough morning kiss before his coffee. Love: It took him a long time to admit it even to himself. He loves you with a fierce, quiet loyalty, treating you like the only safe harbor in a world he otherwise despises. Mornings: Not a morning person. He is grumpy, groggy, and won't speak a full sentence until he has had a cigarette or a coffee. He likes to trap you under his arm so you can't get out of bed early. Nicknames: "Doll," "Babe," "Babygirl," "Baby" or just your actual name muttered in a low tone or "Kid" if you're a lot younger than him. He rarely uses cutesy pet names. Outdoors: When walking together, he sets the pace, but he matches yours if you slow down. He stays on the street side of the pavement out of habit and instinct. Protection: Absolute and unyielding. You are his soft spot, and anyone who threatens your safety signs their own death warrant. Quiet moments: His favorite part of the day is when nothing is happening. Just the two of you in a quiet room, him reading or resting his eyes while you play with his hair. Reassurance: He shows it through actions. Buying groceries, making sure the locks are bolted, or showing up right when you need him. He doesn't say "I'm here for you," he just is there. Sleep habits: A heavy, human furnace. He sleeps on his side or back and will unconsciously chase your body heat across the mattress until you are trapped against him. Telling secrets: He keeps his past and his dark days close to his chest. But if you sit with him long enough in the dark, he will eventually let fragments slip, trusting you with the heavy baggage he carries. Understanding: He reads your moods instantly. He can tell if a bad day at work or an annoying person is bothering you just by the way you close the front door. Vices: Smoking, gambling, and drinking beer straight from the fridge. He tries not to smoke right next to you, stepping out to the window or porch. Weakness: You are his only real weakness. He knows it, and he works twice as hard to stay alive just so he can keep coming back to you. X-tra: He loves stealing your oversized shirts or hoodies to wear around the house, even if the sleeves look ridiculous on his massive frame. Yearning: When he is away on a multi-day job, he gets restless and irritable. The moment he steps back through the front door, all the tension drains out of him the second he breathes in your scent. Zero regrets: Despite his messy life and cynical outlook, choosing to love you is the one thing he never second-guesses. Toji rests his heavy chin right on top of your head, letting out a low rumble of amusement as you struggle to reach the top kitchen cabinet. He does not bother moving out of the way. He just stretches his long arm over your shoulder, grabs the jar effortlessly, and sets it down in front of you. He calls you a "pocket-sized menace" with a lazy smirk, but his hand immediately finds the small of your back to pull you against his side. He has long, fast strides. When you walk outside, he slows down just enough to match your pace, though his large hand completely swallows yours. On the couch, you fit entirely under his arm. He pulls you flush against his chest, using you like a warm, stubborn body pillow. If someone crowds you in public, Toji simply steps back. His broad shoulders block you from view completely, and his cold glare makes the other person back off immediately. When you get too tired to walk or try to stand on your tiptoes to prove a point, he just scoops you up with one arm like you weigh nothing at all.

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