#jujutsu kaisen fushiguro tōji

[solarenchanting]

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔

pairing: fushiguro tōji x fem!reader

summary: you’re so sick of fushiguro tōji.

note: asshole!tōji. implied toxic relationship dynamics. usage of “[last name].” emotional distress (reader).

a/n: inspired and named after the song “i hate u” by sza. this was also written in a stream-of-consciousness, so i apologise for any inconsistencies, spelling or grammatical errors. i hope whoever stumbles upon this fic, may you enjoy it.

and as always, much love from me to you <33

“you’re a fucking coward, fushiguro.”

your eyes narrowed, focusing on the back of the man standing before you. you took in how he didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice—not even at the sound of the grainy sand of the beach shifting underneath you and him.

it was almost as if he was expecting you to find him here. his back facing you, hands in his pockets, head leveled, as he stared off into the distance of the vast, blue sea—the crashing sound of the harsh waves colliding with the rocks nearby and the smell of nicotine filling the air, the stream of smoke dancing above his head.

“fushiguro, huh?” he mused, the burnt tip of the cigarette glowing red as he took a drag. he took the cigarette in one hand, exhaling and tapping off the ash into the sand. “what ever happened to tōji ?”

your glare hardened—and you knew he felt it at the back of his head—with your lips twisted into a grimace. crossing your arms, you retort, “you tell me.”

“and tell you what?” his reply was quick, laced with challenge. this time, he moved his head over his shoulder. dull, green eyes staring into yours, and shrugged, “what is there for me to say?”

you stared at him with disbelief, jaw slacked and eyebrows furrowed. a part of you expected this—his cold attitude, the blank expression on his face as he smoked another drag— but another part of you felt hurt—angry, even.

“are you fucking kidding me?”

“does it look like it?”

he turned around slowly, glancing down for a moment to watch the ash fall from his cigarette as he tapped it off again, before staring back at you. he looked at you expectedly, as if he was actually serious—playing fucking dumb.

“what do you want me to say… [last name] ?”

“huh, wow…” you shook your head, turning it the other way incredulously as you stared at the sight of the waves crashing onto the rocks. you sucked your teeth, the tip of your tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

again, you should’ve expected this behaviour from him—it was typical. hell, this wasn’t even your first time dealing with this—the indifference. the back-and-forth. beating around the bush and never getting to a resolution—just arguments with him that wore you out.

and yet, you couldn’t stop your body from trembling at his cutthroat tone. how your crossed arms pressed against your chest, as if you were shielding yourself from him, or the way your heart clenched at his words.

it was getting boring—exhausting even. standing here, on the fucking beach of all places, repeating another moment that has occurred for countless of times of you and him talking in circles, of chasing after him and confronting him at his haunts.

everything was a huge difference to the earlier days of your relationship that you often reminisced about late at night—the ones filled with romance; date nights, surprised gifts, flirtatious banter, dancing and kissing in the kitchen.

it was those nights that made you hold onto whatever you had going on with him. you wore the rose coloured glasses and you knew that, causing you to lose yourself in the process—becoming lost in a lie, in what once was. hoping that one day, those days will come back— that you’d find your way back to each other.

but hope was a fragile thing—and it diminished as slowly as you began letting go.

your eyes flickered back to him, his cold stare boring into yours. in that moment, you couldn’t imagine if the roles were reversed—you would’ve never treated him the way he did you.

yet the other part of you filled with anger couldn’t help but wonder what you would do to make him feel like this.

“you know what, fushiguro?” your voice was barely a whisper, the words carrying through the crashing and whooshing noise of the waves.

tōji remained quiet, arching his eyebrow as he exhaled smoke once more, signaling you to continue.

“i hate you.”

[voxofthevoid]

Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #7—and showing no signs of stopping. It doesn't help that my writing pace has been relatively slow and scattered last month and this one, so I'm covering less of the narrative in a month than I used to. We'll see if November is more chill.

The fic is now 53k, and I've just started Chapter 09. The story is only approaching the halfway mark, and Gojou has yet to show up—next chapter or the one after though!

This week's entry features Tōji and Yuuji, with a little bit of sleeping!Megumi. It's my first time actually writing Tōji, and I gotta say, it's fun. Didn't mean for him to come across...like that, but well. It fits.

Enjoy?

“Fushiguro! Fushiguro, open up! Fushiguro—” Yuuji’s fists meet empty air instead of solid wood, and he pitches forward, right into a slab of rock—that yields ever so slightly, more suffocating than bruising. “Mmmph?”

“Pinkie,” drawls a distinctive voice. “You lost down there or just having fun?”

Yuuji detaches himself from Fushiguro Tōji’s overly generous chest, staring up and blinking till the world makes a little more sense. A narrow-eyed stare greets him. The scarred corner of that mouth is quirked up, but it’s not clear if it’s a smirk or a frown or some biting combination of both.

“Sorry,” Yuuji gasps, a few seconds too late to salvage his dignity. He backs up too, almost tripping down the front steps in his hurry to get away from Fushiguro’s dad’s sheer bulk. “Didn’t mean to—sorry for the ruckus, it’s just—Fushiguro?”

A dark eyebrow rises sharply. “That sure is me.”

“No, I mean—not you, Fushiguro-san, I meant—”

“I know who you want, kid,” Fushiguro’s dad says, stepping back from the door and turning away, leaving it open in what’s the closest to permission Yuuji’s ever gotten from this man. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him. “What’s the fuss anyway? You two have a little lover’s spat?”

“…We’re not dating, Fushiguro-san.”

“Fucker’s spat then.”

Yuuji breathes in and breathes out the urge to slam his head into the closest wall. “We’re not…doing that either.”

“Kids these days.” He scoffs. “Too damn slow about everything.”

Yuuji opens his mouth and closes it without saying a single word. He’s pretty sure the guy’s just fucking with him. Or fucking with Fushiguro, more like. He’s the one who always gets all red-faced and worked up when his dad starts on this. Yuuji usually finds it funny, at least after he got over the initial burst of panic-infused confusion at someone like this man thinking he was trying to woo his son, but today, he’s—

“Is Fushiguro home? I mean, Megumi—” Yuuji makes a face, the name tasting wrong on his tongue—not overly familiar, no, just not allowed.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Fushiguro’s dad tells him, with a rumble in his throat that’s a little too mean to be just amusement. “Just call me Tōji, it’s fine. Family names ain’t all that anyway. But kid, you’ll be grey in the grave before that stuffy brat gives you permission to use his pretty little name. You just gotta take what you want from the likes of him.”

“I—” He’s got no idea what to say to that. He’s not sure he wants to learn. “Is he here?”

Fushiguro’s dad—Tōji, which is weird but somehow not as weird as saying Megumi—drops heavily onto the touch, picking up the remote and gesturing upward with it. “In his room.”

“Oh. He wasn’t picking up his phone.”

“So you decided to, what, run here?” Tōji slants him a sideways glance, scanning Yuuji from head to toe, and he looks immeasurably bored with everything and anything, but Yuuji still feels skewered through, suddenly hyperaware of the clothes sticking to his skin with sweat and the hair plastered to his forehead. It’s not the running that turned him into a sweat factory, but the real reason is worse. “Needy much?”

“No, I…” There’s a wild urge to really explain—everything Yuuji saw, everything he didn’t. But he clings to what’s left of his sense and chokes it down. “I was just worried.”

Tōji looks away with a rough huff of breath, shaking his head while flipping through channels. “Sure. He’s sleeping, not rejecting you or whatever overdramatic bullshit you built up in your horny teenage head.”

“Sleeping?” Yuuji asks, looking at the dusty clock hanging on the wall even though he’s got a damn good idea what hour it is. “It’s three in the afternoon. Fushiguro hates napping.”

“Does he?” Tōji asks disinterestedly. “Go wake him up then.”

“I can do that?”

“Do whatever you want, kid. I’m not going to hold your dick for you. Just don’t get too frisky. The little shit sleeps with a knife.”

Tōji sounds such an unsettling mixture of irritated and impressed that Yuuji backs away toward the stairs in sheer self-defense, turning around halfway and speedwalking the rest of the distance, bounding up the stairs with a lot less care than he usually takes, and he’s at Fushiguro’s door in seconds, grabbing the knob and pushing it open before he can think it through—or think at all.

The door opens soundlessly, revealing the familiar confines of Fushiguro’s room.

There’s a boy-sized lump on the bed, buried under a thick duvet. The window’s open, but the curtains have been pulled shut, drenching the room in dark blue light. They billow out as if greeting Yuuji, settling slowly back down as the breeze dies out.

Fushiguro doesn’t stir.

Yuuji creeps closer, all his urgency pulling back under his skin to writhe there. No matter what Tōji said, Yuuji doesn’t really want to wake Fushiguro. He just has to see him.

He just needs to make sure he’s okay.

Yuuji stops in the middle of the room, still a few steps away from the bed. He’s close enough to see Fushiguro’s face and even the shape of his body under the covers. He looks…fine. Healthy, unharmed. He’s breathing deeply, and his face looks different than it usually does, but that’s always the case when he’s asleep, all those stubborn frowns and furrows falling away to turn its lines into something softer and sweeter.

And there’s no real expression on Fushiguro’s face right now, but it’s almost funny how this lack of expression is so different from the inhuman blankness that bore into Yuuji from those church pews. Fushiguro’s eyes are closed right now, but Yuuji knows in his bones that, if he pried those eyes open, it’d be blue-green fire that glares out at him, not that horrible darkness.

His legs almost buckle as pure relief floods him.

Yuuji backs away instead, anything but steady. He’s still careful to be quiet, even when he finds the half-open door without looking away from Fushiguro and steps back out of the room.

He can’t bring himself to close the door and deny himself the view of Fushiguro’s sleeping body.

That’s creepy, right? Not as bad as whatever Tōji thinks Yuuji plans to do to his son, but that’s a low bar. He shouldn’t be standing around staring at his sleeping friend, even from a distance.

It’s just—

Yuuji doesn’t remember.

The last time Yuuji saw Fushiguro, it was at the church, and Sukuna was holding them both—Yuuji in his arms, Fushiguro under his fucked-up spell. And that’s the last thing Yuuji remembers of the church. Standing there with Sukuna while his worldview shattered into splinters, each one drawing blood. He thinks the hands around his neck tightened, but he doesn’t remember suffocating.

Only darkness—and then light, the sun streaming in through his own bedroom windows.

He’d wanted it to be a dream so badly.

But he knew it wasn’t, even before the bruises made themselves known.

He lost hours. Nanami wasn’t in the house, but there was breakfast cold on the table. Yuuji didn’t take a single bite, but he’ll apologize for that later. At least Nanami wasn’t around to hear Yuuji curse that church and the monster there, his voice and his panic growing louder with every text and call that went unanswered, and he didn’t see Yuuji tear out of that house like the hounds of hell were at his heels.

Maybe it’s a miracle Tōji let him inside at all. Kugisaki’s grandma sure wouldn’t have.

But Fushiguro’s here. He looks like himself. He’s…not safe, probably, but he’s whole and alive. And that tight, thorny knot in the center of Yuuji’s chest won’t really fade until he talks to Fushiguro and makes sure it’s really his friend, all inside, but he doesn’t want to wake him up for that.

In case it’s vacant black eyes that flash open to greet him, in case—

No. That won’t happen. Yuuji won’t let it happen, even if he has to march back to that church and tear Fushiguro out of Sukuna’s belly himself.

He finally closes the door, staggering back to slump against the opposite wall. His heart is somewhere in his throat, not pounding away so much as clogging his airways. Every breath tastes like congealed blood.

It’s no phantom flavor.

Yuuji can feel it in his own blood—the rot, waiting.

Is that what Sukuna did to Fushiguro? Pry open his mouth, pour in the filth.

[umbratticalksp]

Oof. Thankful for this post, and mildly unsorry for enjoying it. 😮‍💨💖💕🥲

toji back

[norikuna]

GOO GOO MUCK — jujutsu kaisen x reader an upcoming series ! & masterlist

my mind turns your life into folklore...

prologue. → choose a storybook to open. aka my mythos take on jujutsu kaisen.

pairings. serpent king!suguru geto x reader / minotaur!yuuji itadori x reader / demon king!ryomen sukuna x reader / god of war!toji fushiguro x reader / vampire!choso kamo x reader / grim reaper!nanami kento x reader / kitsune!megumi fushiguro x reader / king of the dragons!gojo satoru x reader

song inspiration. goo goo muck — the cramps

a/n. these were going to be smút fics at first but i was keen for the yuji & megumi stories, which would always be sfw.

ask/comment/dm to be added to a taglist 🩵

mp3. when the sun goes down, and the moon comes up, i turn into a teenage goo goo muck!

TABLE OF CONTENTS (to be updated regularly!)

I. ITADORI YŪJI x royal!reader— the minotaur SFW the lower part a beast, a man above. the monument of their polluted love. (virgil's aeneid)

II. GETŌ SUGURU x deity!reader — the serpent king SUGGESTIVE i'm restless and harsh and despairing. although i do have love inside me. i just don't know how to use love. sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs. (clarice lispector)

III. RYŌMEN SUKUNA x villager!reader — the demon SUGGESTIVE as if he heard me, he smiled. and his face was like the sun. (the song of achilles / madeline miller)

IV. FUSHIGURO TŌJI x warrior!reader — the patron god of war and fallen warriors fallin' down like dominoes, hit by family jewels. pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end. (marina and the diamonds)

V. CHŌSŌ KAMO x betrothed!reader — the vampire prince when you're away, i manage to forget you. one touch of your hand, and god comes rushing back. the borgias: 3.10 - the prince (2013)

VI. NANAMI KENTO x mortal!reader — the grim reaper i invented a world because death is unknowable, and someone i loved was about to live there. (the garden of death / ramona ausubel)

VII. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO x assassin!reader — the kitsune "i love you," daedelus said. "it is hard for me to say, because sometimes it doesn't seem like it is enough." (tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow / gabrielle zevin)

VIII. GOJŌ SATORU x rival!reader — the king of the dragons [he] called the great council to ensure that his succession would be conferred in peace. for he knew the cold truth: the only thing that could tear down the house of the dragon was itself. / the house of the dragon: 1.01 - the heirs of the dragon (2022)

[inahochi]

TŌJI FUSHIGURO [ 甚爾 伏黒 ] ⋆ 

jujutsu kaisen s2 #04. “hidden inventory 4” ⋆  懐玉－肆－

[satoujo]

MASTER DIRECTORY

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❀ = fluff ⋆˚ ✧ = angst ⋆˚ ♡ = smut ⋆˚ ✄ = crack

JUJUTSU KAISEN

various / multi-character (updated: nov 27, 2023)

gojō satoru (updated: jul 26, 2023)

getō suguru (updated: nov 05, 2023)

nanami kento (updated: dec 25, 2023)

fushiguro tōji (updated: nov 05, 2023)

ryōmen sukuna (updated: nov 05, 2023)

fushiguro megumi (updated: jul 15, 2024)

itadori yūji (updated: tba)

okkotsu yūta (updated: tba)

HAIKYUU

various / multi-character (updated: dec 03, 2023)

Aoba Johsai High

iwaizumi hajime (updated: dec 25, 2023)

oikawa tōru (updated: dec 02, 2023

Fukurōdani Academy

akaashi keiji (updated: dec 25, 2023)

bokuto kōtarō (updated: dec 03, 2023)

Inarizaki High

miya atsumu (updated: dec 25, 2023)

miya osamu (updated: dec 25, 2023)

suna rintarō (updated: jul 16, 2023)

Nekoma High

kuroo tetsurō (updated: dec 25, 2023)

Itachiyama Institute

sakusa kiyoomi (updated: nov 05, 2023)

Karasuno High

kageyama tobio (updated: dec 25, 2023)

Shiratorizawa Academy

ushijima wakatoshi (updated: tba)

BLUE LOCK

various / multi-character (updated: tba)

itoshi rin (updated: nov 22, 2023)

itoshi sae (updated: dec 23, 2023)

isagi yoichi (updated: tba)

kaiser michael (updated: nov 24, 2023)

nagi seishirō (updated: tba)

shidō ryūsei (updated: tba)

FEATURED CREATORS

@tojikai: master list (ft. jujutsu kaisen)

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[solarenchanting]

JUJUTSU KAISEN ⸻ FUSHIGURO TŌJI

❝but you guys, with all your blessed talents, lost to a monkey like me who can't even use jujutsu. don't you dare forget that if you wanna live a long life.❞

SERIES

to be determined

ONESHOTS

i hate u

you’re so sick of fushiguro tōji

HEADCANONS

jjk men at the family function

including: FUSHIGURO TŌJI. getō suguru. gojō satoru. kamo chōsō. nanami kento.

fushiguro’s fab n fierce - salon manager!tōji fushiguro’s

a deadbeat dad whoʼs a sorcerer killer? nah, baby. this is a single dad who works at a hair salon, who loves his kids and never stops !

[kamesama]

— masterlist: jujutsu kaisen.

fushiguro tōji.

arranged marriage. headcanons.

just close your eyes.

broken. one word prompt.

aesthetics.

getō suguru.

n/a.

gojō satoru.

aesthetics.

itadori yūji.

as sukuna's brother. headcanons; au.

frost. one word prompt.

baby, i'm yours.

mahito.

scientist. one word prompt.

nanami kento.

window seat.

aesthetics.

ryōmen sukuna.

a little death. n/sfw.

dairokuten-maō. n/sfw.

marshmallow. crack.

as yūji's brother. headcanons; au.

aesthetics.

soft! sukuna. a thread.

ravishing.

domesticity. headcanons; au.

favourite. hurt/comfort?

black cotton. n/sfw.

scapegoat. n/sfw.

lovely. n/sfw.

relief. one word prompt.

fireflies. one word prompt.

countryside. one word prompt.

rain. one word prompt.

[runabout-river]

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)

Relationship:

Fushiguro Toji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna

Characters:

Fushiguro Toji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna

Additional Tags:

tojikuna, told from sukuna's pov, Jujutsu high student Toji, jujutsu high student sukuna, Established Relationship, Some Whump

"Sukuna went through the narrow space between two buildings until he came to an open area used for parking. There was widespread destruction everywhere and the structural integrity of some buildings in the vicinity seemed compromised. He saw the pair at the other side of the parking lot beside an upturned car. The manager was leaning over Tōji’s crumpled and unmoving form on the ground."

New fanfic just dropped: JJstudents Tojikuna

[ao3feed-itafushi]

Know You Don't Belong to Me

by shotalee “I wanna go out and get the money myself.” Shiu sputtered. “What?” “I wanna do the job for him.” “Megumi, you know I can't let you do that.” “Why not? I know how. I’ve been with Tōji on missions before, I know what I’m doing." “Megumi. No.”   - Alternatively: Tōji lands himself in the hospital after a job gone wrong. Megumi, determined to finish the job for him, discovers a few things about himself. And Yūji, poor yearning boy that he is, is in love with a boy who will never love him back. Words: 7295, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Toji, Kong Shiu Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi/Fushiguro Toji, Fushiguro Megumi/Kong Shiu Additional Tags: Fushiguro Megumi is a Little Shit, Top Fushiguro Megumi, Bottom Itadori Yuuji, Sadism, Incest, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Itadori Yuuji is Whipped, Minor Character Death, Blood and Violence, Violence as a turn-on, Bribery, Blow Jobs, Hospitals, Non-Consensual Kissing, Somnophilia, Violent Sex, Dubious Consent, No beta we die like REDACTED from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/wM5B0he

[sunshineyuuji]

Fandoms (and Characters) I write

Jujutsu Kaisen

Itadori Yūji

Fushiguro Megumi

Kugisaki Nobara

Gojō Satoru

Zenin Maki

Inumaki Tōge

Okkotsu Yūta

Kamo Noritoshi

Junpei Yoshino

Nanami Kento

Sukuna Ryōmen

Fushiguro Tōji

Chōsō

Getō Suguru

Genshin Impact

Kaedahara Kazuha

Shikanoin Heizou

Venti

Wanderer (Scaramouche)

Xiao

Kaeya

Kamisato Ayaka

Qiqi

Alhaitham

Collei

Nahida

Tighnari

Beidou

Cyno

Lisa

Raiden Shogun (Ei)

Razor

Yae Miko

Albedo

Arataki Itto

Ningguang

Zhongli

Kamisato Ayato

Mona

Nilou

Sangonomiya Kokomi

Tartaglia (Childe)

Bennett

Diluc

Klee

Thoma

Yoimiya

Dainsleif

Dottore

Capitano

Pierro

Ikemen Vampire

Leonardo da Vinci

Arthur Conan Doyle

Vincent van Gogh

Theodorus van Gogh

Osamu Dazai

Isaac Newton

Comte de Saint-Germain

Sebastian

Vlad

Johann Georg Faust

Charles-Henri Sanson

Ikemen Prince

Chevalier Michel

Yves Kloss

Clavis Lelouch

Licht Klein

Nokto Klein

Río Ortiz

LoveUnholyc

Jung Hi

Leo

Sol

William

Bae

Mystic Messenger

Jumin Han

Zen

707 (Luciel)

Yoosung

Jaehee Kang

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Luna Lovegood

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Neville Longbottom

Newt Scamander

List may be subject to change.

[inahochi]

TŌJI FUSHIGURO [ 甚爾 伏黒 ] ⋆ 

jujutsu kaisen s2 #04. “hidden inventory 4” ⋆  懐玉－肆－

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ᖭ༏ᖫ Jujutsu Kaisen ᖭ༏ᖫ

A collection of works related to Jujutsu Kaisen

⚠︎= Fluff ⚠︎ = Angst ⚠︎ = Smut

Fushiguro Megumi

✵ Heart in a Box ⚠︎ *DC

Fushiguro Tōji

✵ First Impressions are Deceiving ⚠︎ *DC ft. Gojo, Choso, Nanami

Gojō Satoru

✵ First Impressions are Deceiving ⚠︎ *DC ft. Toji, Choso, Nanami

Kamo Chōsō

✵ First Impressions are Deceiving ⚠︎ *DC ft. Toji, Gojo, Nanami

Kong Shiu

✵ tba

Nanami Kento

✵ First Impressions are Deceiving ⚠︎ *DC ft. Toji, Gojo, Choso

Okkotsu Yūta

✵ Not Forgiveness ⚠︎ ⚠︎

Ryūmen Sukuna

✵ First Born ⚠︎

Shōko Ieiri

✵ tba

[daik-i]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 金. Fushiguro Toji :: ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like/reblog if save

[solarenchanting]

JUJUTSU KAISEN ⸻ GETŌ SUGURU

❝no matter what anyone says, i really hate those monkeys. but i never held any hatred for those in jujutsu high. i just couldn't wear a heartfelt smile in this world.❞

SERIES

to be determined

ONESHOTS

itʼll pass

the last interaction

cold floor naps

a hot summer day involving two lovers and a cold floor

HEADCANONS

jjk men at the family function

including: fushiguro tōji. GETŌ SUGURU. gojō satoru. kamo chōsō. nanami kento.