mari

created by me.

characters included ;; yuji itadori

Yuji enjoys lazing around without a shirt on, especially in summer. Whether it was before he became Sukuna’s vessel and was a normal kid, or whether he’s lounging around in his dorm room at Jujutsu High. He can never really describe it but it feels more free than wearing a short sleeved shirt, a lot more breathable too.

He has two types in dating preference, obviously his main one. Tall women with a nice big ass, but if he ends up dating someone else he wont really care, he’s a nice guy. I doubt he’d give a shit unless they’re unhealthy mentally or physically, which he would try help them to an extent. 

Freckles. Specifically on his wrists and back, along with some moles dotted around his skin. They’re more prominent after he stays in the sun too long though.

HE HAS A SCAR WHERE HIS HEART WAS RIPPED OUT. I will DIE on this hill, I hate the lack of Scars in JJK and I will NEVER get over the idea of Yuji having a scar on his chest where Sukuna ripped his heart out. 

on a more mental note, Yuji can become a massive control freak if he becomes insecure or anxious. After what happened in Shibuya with Sukuna, he hates the idea of not being in-control of something, even if that something is relatively small. Obviously he’s not a complete, total control freak, it’s only when the doubt starts creeping in.

He gets a little more controlling in a more vulnerable setting, E.G, intimacy.

C // TW ;; WRITTEN BY A MINOR — Self harm mentions, descriptions and slight but not graphic injury detail in my opinion, probably OOC Il Dottore

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" Dearest, wake upp.. " A familiar voice cooed in your ear, your neck aching as you lifted your head up from someone’s shoulder.

Eyes opening as sleep crusted them, eyes rubbing with a heavy sigh. " I’m up, I’m up.. What do you want, Zandik .. “ you groggily murmur, your voice muttered from your lips resting against the fabric of his clothes. " What time is it, how long was I out even? " you ask yourself, sitting up properly with a long — relieving stretch.

There a was a snort escaping Dottore, " Quite a while. You’re a real sleeper, you know? It’s intriguing on how you can asleep so long without a singular care in the world. " He teased, his voice velvety as the tip of his beak—like mask poked your nose. Rather uncomfortably at that, too. The tip was rather sharp, even if it was some .. flimsy mask he wore 24/7.

" It’s 5;;42 in the evening, dear. You’ve slept for about .. 9 hours. " 

That stupid, sly, smug smirk on his lips he had whenever he’d tease you.

Always pinching the tip of your nose, or silently sneaking up on you just to make you jump out of your own skin for his amusement. Dottore could be a real dick sometimes.

Your eyes turned their attention to the old, bloodied bandages on your arms from maybe a week ago.

A week ago.

A week ago when your boyfriend dragged that scalpels blade across your arms. Then your thighs, with such, such gentleness. Watching the blood bloom from those cuts, going from white to red within’ seconds, the way his breath would hitch and how a warm flush would run through your body and straight down to your centre watching it spill over the cut and all over your skin.

How it’d stain your skin, how the fresh, blood red would look so gorgeous against you while Dottore cleaned you up.

Softness, caution with each little wipe of the disinfectant wipe so he didn’t accidentally catch anything. Though the disinfectant hurt like shit, but he always praised you so, so good during.

You’re doing so good for me, dear.

Just a few more wipes, I promise.

It hurts so much, I know, I know.

You took that so well.

You’re so pretty with cuts all over your body, dearest.

It was so alluring, it made you smile as you leant the back of your head against his chest. Feeling him bandage you up before planting kisses against your temple, hearing that sarcastic, mocking voice of his as he pretended to be empathetic for how he hurt you so, so badly ..

Poor you, how could he hurt his doll so badly without a shred of remorse?

I’m so sorry, I’m such a cruel lover .. cutting you up like this.

You know I can’t help it!

You look too pretty in the colour red,

forgive me would you ?

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