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಄ She/her/ella/ela Chilean 22yrs

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I can write about anything [smut, angst, fluft]. Usually about Blue Lock, about all the characters. For female readers only (srry)

OOC. Maybe suggestive. Scars.

THIGH SCARS // VARIOUS BLLK X FEM! READER

Isagi Yoichi (Suggestive), Meguru Bachira, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae (Suggestive), Seishiro Nagi, Hiori Yo, Bunny Iglesias (Suggestive), Don Lorenzo (Suggestive).

Angst/comfort - Suggestive

Translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language

ISAGI YOICHI

He already knew about the scars, but he had never seen them.

He wasn't obsessed with knowing what your scars looked like either. He wanted to wait until you felt comfortable.

Things had gotten heated between you two; you were taking off your clothes when he gently tried to pull down your pants. But you stopped him.

"Remember that I have... Scars" You stammered. You felt insecure about that.

Isagi loved your thighs, even though he always saw them covered by pants. Or when you wore skirts or shorts, you always covered up with leggings.

"I know... I'm not going to judge you... If you don't want me to-" You interrupted him with a kiss. Then you let him pull down your pants.

He swallowed. Observing your skin. Your lovely thighs adorned with scars. Isagi touched them gently; some were palpable, like keloids, others were simply lines on the skin. He seemed impressed, but at the same time, worried.

"It doesn't hurt...?" He whispered as he hugged you, burying his face in your collarbones, kissing that sensitive area.

He would be gentle when touching your thighs or any area where you have scars.

Nor would it change his perspective of you, he would continue to adore you and your thighs as always.

MEGURU BACHIRA

He knew about your scars for a long time. He didn't quite understand why someone as special and beautiful as you had them.

He's tried to see them secretly, but his inner monster always stops him. He doesn't want to overrule your decision.

With Bachira, it wasn't anything sexual. You just wanted to change your clothes and he was there. You trusted him enough not to feel uncomfortable with your own nakedness.

Furthermore, it would be the perfect opportunity for him to see the scars you hide so much.

"How do I look in this shirt?" You asked to Bachira. You had your shirt on, but underneath you were only in your panties, showing your scars.

He looked up with excitement, smiling, but when he saw you, he let out a broken sigh.

"Ah, you look beautiful, as always!" He tried to sound optimistic. But seeing your scars hurt him.

Bachira knew about the scars and always hated that feeling that you were hurt. But seeing them, it felt too real. He might even shed a few tears.

You both snuggled together, he stroked your scars curiously, He even promised himself and his monster that he would never let you self-harm again.

He used to be obsessed with your cheeks, now with your thighs. They told a story, and he loved that... Although he didn't really like the story.

ITOSHI RIN

He wouldn't know about your scars. You always felt insecure about them and didn't want him to see that part of you.

Obviously, he never tried to see anything because he didn't even know they existed. But he always had this feeling that you were hiding something from him.

You wanted to feel attractive, so you bought yourself some nice lingerie to highlight your curves and skin. You wanted your boyfriend's opinion, but... You didn't know how he would react to your scars.

Rin was sitting in your bed. Waiting for you to come out with the clothes you wanted to show him.

"How do I look...?" You whispered, maybe he didn't even hear you. His gaze was on you, on your body.

In your scars.

He said nothing. Did he think you were a lukewarm? Strong enough to show him the scars, but weak enough not to tell him sooner?

You wanted to leave. You were supposedly going to show him the lingerie to feel pretty, not stupid.

But you saw how Rin got up and hugged you. He seemed to be trembling.

"Why didn't you tell me before...?" His voice sounded broken.

You two talked about why you did it, he comforted you and you comforted him. You became closer than ever. Oh, and he take this opportunity to adore you, you looked amazing in that lingerie

Now he feels that he loves you more because he knows you better.

ITOSHI SAE

He didn't know about the scars either, but he suspected. You always felt insecure about your thighs, and he always noticed, even though he didn't fully understand why.

Innocently, he was trying to figure out what those lines were that he felt every time he caressed your thighs.

You were kissing your boyfriend, Sae was caressing your bare waist. You felt a little tickling, you were only wearing a bra.

"Can I take your pants off?" He asked as he lowered his hands to the hem of your pants.

You accepted, so blinded by excitement that you forgot your own scars. When the air hit your thighs, you realized.

But Sae didn't even have a reaction.

"Honey... Aren't you disgusted...?" You whispered, watching as he continued his work of caressing you.

"Why would I be?" He answered you. You looked at your thighs and he sighed. "They don't disgust me... You could never disgust me...But do you want to stop?"

"Uhm- no..."

You two continued with what you were doing. Sae didn't want to ask questions that might make you uncomfortable; he wanted you to take the initiative and tell him everything. He would listen to you attentively and reassure you if necessary; you will always be safe with him.

To him, you're still precious. With or without scars, he'll love you anyway; he chose you and your beautiful smile for a reason.

SEISHIRO NAGI

He knew about the existence of the scars, he always talked to you to make sure you weren't cutting yourself anymore.

Perhaps he once saw pixelated scars in your photos. He was curious to see them, but didn't do anything about it.

He was lying in bed, getting ready to sleep. The fan was running as he tried to keep warm; he was waiting for you to cuddle up with him.

"Shitty heat..." You muttered to yourself. You were going to sleep in your underwear, you didn't care, you didn't want to sweat and be uncomfortable while you slept.

"Uhm" Nagi let go as he looked at you, especially at your thighs. He opened his arms.

"Oh no, it's too hot" You murmured. You wanted to hug your boyfriend, but the heat already in the room, combined with his body heat, would make you feel like you were roasting alive.

Anyway, he got up and hugged you from behind while you were lying on the mattress, his hands lazily caressing your thighs.

"Cute" Nagi whispered as she traced the lines of the scars. The truth is, he was happy that you trusted him, that you could comfortably show your scars knowing that he wasn't going to judge you.

You had to endure Nagi's heat pressed against you while he slept. Oh, even asleep he didn't take his hands off your thighs.

Obviously, he still saw you the same way, he loves you madly and lazily. He'd seen them before... even if they were just two pixels :x

HIORI YO

He knew about the scars. He always thought he'd like to know he had a "ill" girl with him, but now it was real... And it hurt him to know you'd self-harmed in the past.

He didn't like the idea of seeing your scars either. He wanted to respect your decision not to show them to him, and it was better for him. He would have hated to see you truly hurting.

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend. You had bought yourself some pretty lingerie in his hair color. It would also be a chance for him to see your scars.

Hiori knew you wanted to give him a modeling gig in your new lingerie. He was nervous, both about seeing you in underwear and about seeing your scars.

When he saw you, he tried to focus on anything but your scars. But at some point he saw them and... he didn't feel so bad.

Of course, he still had that thorn in his chest because you had cut yourself once. But knowing that now they were just scars made him feel... good?

He smiled foolishly. "You look beautiful..." He babbled as he pulled you closer, taking you by the hips. Maybe he got... Hot, Hiori kiss your scars.

For some strange reason—to you. He adored your scars, wanted to talk and know why and when you got each one. If he made you uncomfortable, he apologized and kissed your scars again.

His opinion of you changed. Not for the worse, in fact, he found you sexier now... Not just because of the lingerie! Also because of those scars that he strangely loves...

BUNNY IGLESIAS

He obviously knew about the scars. But he wasn't paranoid or excited to see them. He just knew they were there... And he wouldn't do anything about it.

As I said, he wouldn't do anything to see the scars beforehand. The mere thought of disregarding your decisions about your own body and who might see certain areas of it disgusted him. It was the least one could do, basic respect.

You were never insecure about showing Bunny your scars. You knew he wouldn't judge you; it would be hypocritical of him—he had a scar all over his face... Although he has never told you the reason for this.

You wanted to play a joke on him. Bunny underwear, with a tail and even ears.

When he saw you, he chuckled softly at the lingerie. Then his eyes traveled over your body with a daring smile. His gaze lingered on your scars, and he licked his lips.

"You'd look better without the lingerie" He said, with that typical smile.

"Excuse me?!" You laughed as you approached him. Bunny took you by the waist and kissed you.

"Uhm... Nice legs" He whispered as he caressed your thighs, tenderly touching every line of your skin.

You two did your own thing. Then you talked about life; he explained his own scar to you and waited for you to do the same. He adored you and didn't want you to hurt yourself anymore. Never again.

He continued to see you as always, or perhaps with even more love and tenderness. The conversation about his scars and yours had brought you closer.

DON LORENZO

He knew about your scars, and honestly, he didn't really care. The reason... Yes, he hated knowing you'd cut yourself in the past. But he didn't care about the supposed "imperfections" of your scars.

He wasn't interested in seeing them either; if you weren't showing them to him, there was a reason. He wasn't going to pressure you about it.

You two had sex... With your clothes on.

You were drying your hair after showering as he came out of the bathroom. You were in your underwear, holding a towel. Lorenzo hugged you from behind, kissed your head, and turned you around so he could see your whole body. He saw your scars.

"They look tender on you" He said while laughing, caressing your thighs as he knelt down.

"Don't be weird! What do you mean tender?" You laughed a little as you pressed the wet towel to his face.

You knew he wasn't going to judge you about anything. Oh, Lorenzo felt incredibly lucky just to be able to breathe near you. It would be foolish to push you away because of just lines on your skin; he loves your story, and your scars tell a story.

You two continued with your normal routine, only he was more affectionate than usual. He loved being able to see your scars... And your semi-naked body.

His perspective of you changed; knowing your secrets and scars drove him crazier than popcorn, hehe.

I love Don Lorenzo, but I don't know if I was able to portray him well, ughhhhh ;-;

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OOC. Parasocial Relationship. Noa!Reader. Sexualization. Possessive. Obsession.

CUTE // ISAGI YOICHI X FEM!READER

Angst

Translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language

Being Noel Noa's daughter wasn't for the faint of heart; you live under constant harassment, the spotlight is always on you. Every move, every breath, every glance, everything was captured. The expectations placed upon you were overwhelming. Especially with football.

Although you were never really interested in playing football, much less making it your career, you were a Noa, it would be inconsistent not to do it. Although your dad didn't really force you to do it, the social pressure was stronger.

Oh. There was something you hated, the sexualization you suffer—even being a minor. Women's football was not really at its best, sponsorships were scarce, and sexism also reigned; Seeing women doing sports that were always "for men" didn't sit well with many football fans.

So the way they attracted the public was through sexualization. It was disgusting; it increased the audience, but also the sexism towards the players.

Now you had to do a photo shoot with your league's new women's uniform. Why are the shorts so small and tight? The shirts were at least big enough to allow you to move, they were too tight in the chest.

The photo was a hit. But the comments on social media were filled with dirty old men. Perverted men... But there was someone who enjoyed those photos, not sexually, he simply adored you.

Isagi. He had always felt real feelings for you, even through a screen. Ever since he saw you, ever since he was little, he felt strange things in his stomach. He would kick every time he saw one of your pictures with your parents. You were very pretty.

Slowly, that silly, innocent crush of a little boy became... strange. As a teenager, he had a poster of you on his wall, and sometimes he would kiss it tenderly. Because you are a precious being. Isagi also had a picture of you as his wallpaper.

He was a lovesick fool. He adored Noel, having you would be another prize.

Especially within Blue Lock. He wanted a sponsoring company where you are to work there. And even if it did, he never saw you; Isagi didn't really know how sponsorships worked...

Oh. What Noel had done to him had enraged him. Isagi really hated him after that shit. And he didn't even want to see you. Even though he'd never really had the chance to get to know you, he was angry with you too for some strange reason.

But... it just so happened that your dad decided to take you. You had a bit of a cold, so you wore thick clothes and a scarf that swallowed your figure.

You were sitting in the stands, holding a hot water bottle in your hands, warming them.

The guys from Bastard München found out, seeing Noa with his back turned... And you.

Isagi had sworn that if he ever saw you, it would be normal... But his legs trembled, how could you be so beautiful? His face turned completely red, he even started to sweat, his heart was beating so fast it hurt.

"Yoichi, are you okay?" Hiori's voice snapped him out of his trance; he looked genuinely confused.

"Ah... Yeah..." He murmured, turning his gaze back to you.

Noel didn't even introduce you. He just left you sitting there alone. Then he went off to join the others.

He said something about training, but Isagi wasn't even paying attention. He was still resentful, but his mind was full of you. He had been a fool for ceasing to adore you.

He had been a fool, an idiot, you didn't deserve his hatred.

During training, Isagi was awful; he didn't even pay attention, he didn't care about being embarrassed, he just didn't want you to notice. His game was awful; every puzzle was always missing a piece. Because his main piece was you.

But you were so far away, yet so close at the same time.

"Yoichi- Ugh... Go to the bench..."

Any other player would have been sad, or maybe angry, but not Isagi. Because you were there.

He sat beside you, trying not to tremble too much. You smelled wonderful. You were so beautiful.

"You don't play like that..." You murmured, your voice sounding deeper because of the cold. "I saw you, you're nice, what happened to you today?" You were joking around a bit.

He almost lost his breath. Did you know he existed?. Oh, he was getting too excited, smiling like a fool and blushing completely

"Ah- yeah- I..." He stumbled over his words; he couldn't even think.

"Okay... Weird" You murmured, then turned to look at the others, especially at someone. Isagi noticed. He wasn't stupid; he knew your eyes were busy staring at Kaiser.

Ugh. He hated him.

And now even more.

At the end of training, Kaiser approached you, throwing his sweaty towel at you. "Hey - THAT'S DISGUSTING" You yelled at him, laughing as you hit him with the same towel, drying your hands on his shirt

For you, Kaiser was just your best friend. You couldn't see him as anything more than that... he was the only one who didn't see you for your body or for being Noel Noa's daughter...

"Go take a shower, you stink" You whispered to Kaiser, and he rolled his eyes as he arrogantly fixed his hair, as always.

Isagi watched all this with envy, anger. Kaiser had no right to speak to you like that—no, he didn't even have the right to speak to you.

Because you are his.

Noel called him; he wanted to talk to him.

But first, he went to take a shower. He lost sight of you; it was awful.

After getting completely clean, he walked towards where Noel had called him. Upon entering, he saw you sleeping peacefully, lying on the office sofa.

Aw... You must be very sick.

Noel spoke to Isagi about his behavior during today's training. He hadn't really paid much attention to him; he wanted to stop looking at him and focus his attention on you.

Then, it seemed a miracle had happened. They called Noel, and he had to leave the office.

Isagi had been left alone with you.

He stood up from his seat, approaching you quickly, kneeling down so that his face was close to yours. He noticed your calm breathing; you were fast asleep.

He touched your face, caressing your soft skin. He moved down to your lips, pressing his thumb against them to guide it into your mouth. Stroking your teeth. He took out his phone and took a picture of you.

Then he came closer and... He kissed you, it was gentle, he didn't want to wake you up. He licked your lips, he was all flushed.

Isagi wanted to kiss your neck. He wanted to kiss your whole body, he wanted to know you naked, body and soul.

Then he pulled your jacket down a little, he was going to do something—but something in his mind froze. He couldn't hurt you.

You're his doll. He must protect you.

His goddess. A cute goddess.

It feels weird to write something noncon... Maybe I like it, I couldn't say

Ohohoh, my mind is rotting, I need yall to make a request...

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OOC. Reader has a son. Sexism.

Part 1

BULLYING 2 // NOEL NOA & FEM READER

Angst

Translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language

You sat alone in your house. You had gone back there. Leaving your friend, you didn't want to make him suffer anymore. Your body was trembling, you felt a knot in your chest, your son was being bullied.

The worst part was, he felt it was your fault. You couldn't hate him, he's your son. Besides, he's very young, he doesn't yet know how social media works.

Walking towards the kitchen, you didn't even bother to turn on the light, you opened the refrigerator and looked for something to eat–It was empty. Maybe there was half a tomato, some boxed juice, and two slices of cheese.

You sighed. You had just returned to this apartment; there was nothing there. Only those juices you bought for your son to take to school as a snack.

You picked up your phone; the screen was very bright in the darkness of the apartment. Noel had texted you.

"He's already fallen asleep. I'll drop him off at your apartment tomorrow afternoon."

[photo]

You smiled when you saw your son sleeping under the covers in his room at Noel's house. That house that was once yours too. Before the divorce... Before all the issues started.

You exited the messaging app. It wasn't that late yet, 8:42 PM. There should still be something open where you could buy something.

You grabbed your jacket, wallet, and keys, making sure everything in your house was securely locked. You didn't trust anyone much; maybe you were paranoid, but you always felt like people were following you.

You took the elevator down to the parking lot; your car was there, but you preferred to walk, that way you'd clear your mind.

The night was cold. You changed all covered up, like a celebrity. You practically were one, but not in a good way. You went into an open shop. You headed towards the snacks, some salted potatoes or candied almonds...

In the end, you opted for something sweet: candied almonds. You went to the drinks section, looking for something to complement the almonds, but your eyes wandered toward the alcoholic beverages.

You had a cognac, it's famous in France... Noel recommended it to you once, it was rather expensive if you're honest. You smiled like an idiot when you remembered him.

Walking towards the cash register, an elderly lady was serving customers. The woman saw you and said nothing, she wasn't indiscreet; you knew you probably looked like hell, with deep dark circles under your eyes.

"That would be €78.85" The old woman said as she put the almonds and cognac in a bag.

"Ah... Yes... Can I have some cigarettes?" You muttered as you took out your wallet. "Marlboro red"

"Okay... So that would be €83 for everything" The woman said, she looked at you with pity. You didn't need her pity.

As you paid, you took out a lighter you hadn't used in years; it was at the bottom of your bag.

You smoked as you walked to your apartment. It was two full cigarettes before you even entered the lobby.

When you entered your apartment, you immediately opened the cognac and turned on the television. You drank straight from the bottle.

The TV showed a damn commercial, with Noel there. You should change the channel...

But the truth? You still missed him.

Too much.

With the remote, you turned on YouTube on the TV. You searched for old videos of him... And you together.

You started sobbing, watching old paparazzi videos. You both looked happy... You were pregnant at the time, and Noel treated you like a princess.

You drank more, watching videos. You missed when he loved you...

Because you had already divorced since he cared more about his career than you. He had abandoned you.

...

You drank the whole bottle of cognac by yourself.

You fell asleep, or rather, you fainted.

You woke up to a loud noise; someone was knocking on your door. You got up trembling, feeling nauseous.

"Who is it...?" You screamed.

"Mommy?" Your son's voice rang out... What time was it?. Didn't Noel say he was going to drop your son off this afternoon?.

"Are you with your dad?" You said, leaning against the door, still without opening it, feeling too dizzy.

"Yes. I'm with him." Noel said.

You opened the door. Your son hugged you, murmuring words of apology for how he treated you yesterday.

"It's okay sweetheart..." You murmured. Noel noticed how strangely you were speaking.

He looked directly at you, taking your arm. "Let's talk. Hey, go to your room." He told your son, the little boy nodded and ran to his room. "Yes! I'm happy!"

You watched your son running. Was he happy to see you?

"You were drinking." Noel said as he put his arm around your shoulders, helping you walk towards the sofa. He quickly spotted the empty bottle on the floor, sighed, and picked it up; he didn't want his son to see you like this...

So deplorable.

"Tell them it's all a lie... You know he doesn't even like women" You stammered, with a huge headache.

"It'll get me in trouble, I'd have to talk to my PR team" He said, sitting down opposite your sweaty figure.

"Do it for me—for our son..." You whispered.

"I already said it. I need to talk to my-" You interrupted Noel with a gag. He sighed. "He shouldn't see you like this... Ah... I'll take him with me until you're better." Noel said as he stood up and called your son.

You sobbed. Your son came out, looking at you with confusion. He'd never seen you like that before.

"Remember that he has school tomorrow..." You murmured.

"But my dad said I have online classes" Your son said innocently, taking his father's hand.

"What?"

"Yes. That's what we signed yesterday. Don't you remember?" Noel said. You got up from the armchair, almost falling over.

"NO! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!? HOW- HOW CAN YOU MAKE THAT?!" You yelled at Noel. Now... You didn't seem to care that your son saw you like that.

"Hey-"

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO HIM! HE SHOULD HAVE A GOOD EDUCATION AND YOU KNOW IT!" You yelled at him again, your son looked at you with fear, he had never seen you so furious.

"Hey. Stop it. Didn't you read the document you signed?" Noel said harshly, feeling the little boy hide behind him.

You stayed silent. Yes, you didn't read the damn document.

"Okay. We're leaving." He said, taking his son's hand, but felt a pull from you; you had fallen to the ground, sweating.

"No...please, no..." You were crying. You were humiliating yourself for him... It wasn't even about your son anymore.

Maybe you were being a little selfish. But everyone had been so mean to you lately!

Noel broke free from your grip, leaving your apartment, with your son thinking the worst of you.

Ah. It's no surprise that some paparazzi followed him and took pictures of you crying out the window. Those guys are crazy.

You didn't want to know anything else.

I'm in the emergency room waiting area as I write this gng 🥺✌️

I'm also thinking of making a taglist... But I don't know who wants to read my crap ;-;

OOC. Reader has a son. Sexism. Heteronormativity.

Part 2

BULLYING 1 // NOEL NOA & FEM! READER

Angst

Translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language

You are Noel's ex-wife. Your life was now somewhat difficult, as you shared custody of your son with him. It's quite difficult to look after a 10-year-old boy, especially when there are paparazzi everywhere trying to harass him and you.

Obviously everyone wanted the exclusive.

Why did Noel Noa and his wife get divorced?.

Although you both were mature, you weren't going to say anything. He was never a controversial man, and he certainly wouldn't be now, as it would put his son at risk.

The days passed, and everything was difficult for you. So you decided to go live with a friend. He was a kind man, but you and he would never have a relationship; you're not interested in him, and he doesn't like women—he's gay.

He already had problems with depression due to suffering homophobia at the hands of his family; being with you and little Noa comforted him.

Your son and he got along very well. He would look after him while you worked or simply needed some time alone.

Everything was fine in your eyes. Even in Noel's eyes. He knew your friend and knew his son was in good hands.

But people didn't see it that way.

People saw you, a recently divorced woman, and a man living in the same house... Everyone started spreading rumors. Did you get divorced because you found another man?

It was awful; the attacks on you and your friend were getting worse and worse. Especially towards him; he resented heteronormativity. And this made him feel worse.

The worst part? Noel didn't say anything about it.

One day, the principal of your son's school called you and Noel. He arrived late to the meeting; he had just come from a practice session.

Your son seemed strange. Since the controversy, he'd been behaving differently.

"I wanted to tell you both about your son's situation." The director spoke. He was an old man, with a stern face, but a kind heart. "We have noticed that there are groups of students harassing and attacking your son"

Your whole body froze. At least the principal said something, right? Most schools would just let a bullying situation slide. Or perhaps it was because the surname "Noa" was involved.

"It's true?" Noel spoke to his son. The boy nodded and hugged his dad.

Your mind was on autopilot. You already had enough to deal with, both online and in person, and knowing your son was going through the same thing...

The principal said something you didn't even hear, something about expulsion and school safety. You didn't understand anything. But Noel agreed, so you did too.

You both signed a paper that you didn't even read; you were dizzy.

As they were leaving the meeting with the director, your son stayed with Noel.

"Ah... Honey, let's go home-" You stammered to your son, but he interrupted you.

"I don't want to! I want to be with my dad! Everyone bothers me because my mom is a whore!" Your son yelled at you, his eyes were teary. You almost stopped breathing, what had he called you?

"Hey. Don't call your mother that." Noel said seriously. He also seemed affected; knowing that his son was being bullied had touched him deeply.

"But everyone says it!" The little boy screamed again. Your eyes welled up with tears. But you didn't want to cry in front of your son. He didn't really know what he was saying; he was just hurt...

"Enough." Noel almost yelled at his son. Angry.

"Can you... keep him...? At least for today..." You whispered, your voice cracking. He remained silent, gazing into your tear-filled eyes as you tried to be strong for your son.

"Fine..." He whispered. Your is son hugged him, he didn't even say goodbye to you. "Take care of yourself..." Noel murmured.He stared at you until your figure disappeared from the school hallway.

Maybe he should do something...

Or maybe not.

He couldn't ruin his imagen. Even if that meant hurting you.

Because that paper you and he signed... meant your son would have to leave school and take online classes. You didn't even know what you had signed.

So according to Noel, his son was going to be fine. And that's what mattered to him.

Yay...

My head hurts, it's throbbing... help

MASTERLIST • ། ྀ༢

BLUE LOCK ಄

BAD INFLUENCE // Rin Itoshi. Angst

HOME ALONE // Rin Itoshi. Smut

RAZOR 1 2 // Rin Itoshi. Angst

THIGHS // Rin Itoshi. Angst

BATH // Bunny Iglesias. Angst

BONES // Hiori Yo. Angst

BULLYING 1 2 // Noel Noa. Angst

CUTE // Isagi Yoichi. Angst.

THIGH SCARS // Various. Angst/comfort - Suggestive

Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Seishiro Nagi, Hiori Yo, Bunny Iglesias, Don Lorenzo.

OOC. Toxic relationship. Very deep cuts. Scarring deformity.

THIGHS // RIN ITOSHI X FEM! READER

Angst

Translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language

Your legs were trembling, you were sitting in your bathtub, your thighs were bleeding. You were wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, with panties.

You had deep cuts on your thighs, cuts down to the fat, and you could see that yellowish hue inside. Your legs looked somewhat deformed by the scars; Hypertrophic and keloid. It was difficult to cut there, on the reinforced skin, but you did it anyway.

Your hand was also trembling, waiting for Rin to arrive and help you.

The minutes seemed to last forever. The blood loss made you dizzy and the adrenaline dropped, causing the pain to arrive.

The door to your bathroom rang, Rin rushed in, he was sweaty, he had a small first aid kit in his hand.

He approached you, kneeling beside the bathtub, leaned in and kissed you, gently cupping your face in his hands.

"Let me clean it..." He whispered as he pulled a chocolate bar from his pocket. The sweet would raise your blood sugar and you wouldn't feel so dizzy.

Rin still kept you in the bathtub, he began to wet the area around the cuts with hydrogen peroxide.

"Uhm... It hurts..." You babbled as you took a small bite of the chocolate.

"I know..." He whispered, his voice deeper than usual, sounding annoyed. He knew that instead of treating you with his limited medical knowledge, he should be taking you to the emergency room...

But what if you were hospitalized?

No. Rin couldn't bear to be without you.

He continued treating your wounds. He trimmed the bandages so they would adhere better, joining the edges of the cut. It was disgusting to see how the fat pooled and stuck together. He stuck the bandages on until the cut was completely closed.

"Anyway... We'll have to change the bandages in a couple of hours..." He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss you.

He knew you needed stitches, he knew you needed medical attention.

But he couldn't just let you go.

Furthermore... He had already been learning a little; he knew how to prevent a wound from becoming infected, although it almost never healed completely. They always stung, sometimes they hurt, like a prick.

But you trusted Rin, you knew he was only looking out for you.

He took you, pulling you out of the bathtub.

"Can you stand up?" He murmured as he watched your legs tremble. Your legs were numb from sitting in an uncomfortable position for so long.

"I don't think so..." You whispered to him. He sighed and lifted you in his arms. Then he sat you on the toilet seat to continue cleaning the dried blood from your skin, outside the bandages.

When it was over, Rin kissed you again, taking you by your hips and leading you to your bed.

"Don't worry about anything...I'm going to take care of you" as He whispered against your lips, caressing your hips and then moving down to your thighs, stroking the old scars.

SORRY IT'S SO SHORT AGHHHHGHAGHGKWJK 😭😭

I was thinking about suggesting a fic where Reader is a thigh cutter and she usually does deep wide styros/beans, and once she accidentally cuts a really wide fascia/deep beans on her thigh, and Rin helps her take care of it (With steri strips etc) Also if you would like u can write thigh scars in it too!

Im really glad ive finally found an author who writes in this topic and i really adore your work, I hope u can write this fic because i would love to see Rin in a situation like this

Take care<3

OHHH I'll do it! But I think it'll take me a little while 😭

Luv u

OOC. Toxic relationship. Very deep cuts. Twitter [shtwt]

Part 1

RAZOR 2 // RIN ITOSHI X FEM! FEADER

Angst

Translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language

Rin was sitting in the waiting chair, you were in one of the rooms, waiting for one of your parents to answer. The doctors and nurses wanted to admit you to the psychiatric hospital, but they couldn't force you without your parents' permission. You were only 16 and couldn't just leave like that.

One of the doctors let him into your room. He saw that you were upset and wanted to go home. Because these shitty doctors only want to make money; they don't care about you, much less your health.

"Tell them to let me go" You told to Rin. You knew waiting was stupid. Your parents were too busy working to worry about you.

He nodded, noticing your arm covered in bandages; you had stitches underneath. He should have stitches too, you cut him pretty deep as well... But he refused medical attention. But he knew he would get in trouble with his parents.

The minutes ticked by. Finally, the doctors let you go.

Now you were back home. Taking off the bandages to see the stitches on your arms. You didn't really care if they got infected or not.

"We should stop doing it..." Rin whispered, he seemed shy around you, submissive.

"Why?" You answered him, looking at him with confusion and perhaps anger.

"Because... Because my parents will worry about me if they find out... They might force me to break up with you" He murmured. At least he wanted to soften your heart a little by telling you they could end things.

"Pff..." You laughed in his face at that answer. "Do you really think your family cares about you? You were literally created by your brother and you told me that he abandoned you."

Rin swallowed hard. He knew his parents were good...

They're good, right?

"Sae didn't even have a childhood because he was taking care of you. It's obvious your parents don't care about either him or you." You were being very cruel. You were even lying. His parents were normal, not perfect, but they always made sure he had a good life.

He clasped his hands to his sides. He trusted you completely; he was so submissive that he saw everything you said as absolute truth.

That same night, he stayed overnight at your house. You were already fast asleep, but Rin couldn't sleep; he was tired and his head ached, but his mind was filled with your words.

Maybe you were right.

But just thinking badly of his parents made his chest hurt; he even felt his eyes sting.

He sighed, picking up his phone from the nightstand by your bed. He went on social media to distract himself, then logged into X.

Scrolling, his eyes fell on a post about shtwt. It was a repost of yours, informing about the different depths of the cuts and their care.

Rin jumped into the thread, reading every step. Then he jumped into the #shtwt, pulling it into a black hole. Each post was more disturbing than the last.

Until he found a thread of "reasons to cut you" Then he understood that maybe that strange community wanted to romanticize their problems. Just like you.

He read the thread and... Strangely, he found it to be true.

You can cut yourself when you're feeling emotionally unwell! That way the pain will be physical and mild.

Rin found that... lukewarm, to say the least. But it sparked something in his mind. Maybe if he cut himself he could sleep.

Then he got out of bed, went to the drawer where he knew you kept your razor blades, and went to the bathroom.

Once there, he leaned against the sink and gently cut the skin on his arm. Like a baby's cut, it hurt and bled, but it felt strangely good.

He continued until his arm was completely covered in blood. Red drops fell into the sink. But now Rin didn't know what to do. How could he clean them properly?

That damn Twitter thread didn't do him any good.

Then he came to you. Turning on the light in your room, he woke you up.

"Uhmmgh..." You let go lazily as you tried to hide you from the light.

"Hey..." He whispered softly, gently touching your shoulder.

"What..." You turned around gently, your eyes squinting against the light.

He didn't answer you, he just stood by the side of the bed, pressing a piece of toilet paper against his badly cut arm.

You opened your eyes in surprise, your head aching from the light. Then you let out a giggle.

"Hehe... Let me..." You approached Rin, took his hand, and led him to the bathroom to clean his wound.

You let warm water run down his arm, washing away the blood.

"How do you feel now?" You whispered to him as he watched boredly as the water mixed with his blood and fell.

"It feels better... When you do it"

"What?" You blurted out, looking at him completely surprised.

Rin yawned. Looking into your eyes, with his free hand he held one of your cheeks and kissed you.

You felt like your face was burning. Smiling.

"Can we do it tomorrow?" You stammered against his lips.

"I'd love to... I want to go deeper..." He murmured, tired and too sleepy.

Ou shi... 👀👀

Keep....doing.... request... 👀👀👀

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OOC. Toxic relationship. Very deep cuts.

Part 2

RAZOR 1 // RIN ITOSHI X FEM! FEADER

Angst

Translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language

Rin saw you from your bed; he was lying down while you were shaping your eyebrows. The blade of the trimmer was already looking rusty, you should throw it away, but it kept cutting.

"Throw that away" He murmured as he approached you. "It's not even taking a hair off your face".

You looked at your face in the mirror you were holding. Sure enough, it only cut uneven patches of hair on your eyebrow. Then you smiled.

"I still use it for other things" You said this while putting that eyebrow pencil in your makeup bag.

"Don't" He blurted it out. You're his girlfriend and he knows you; he wants to protect you, even from yourself.

In fact, Rin knew before you started dating that you had a problem with self-harm. He never thought he might have a savior complex.

"Don't exaggerate" You told him, rolling your eyes.

He swallowed hard. He knew that nothing he said could change your mind. Perhaps you had an addiction to hurting yourself. Not just by cutting yourself; Bruises, burns, sometimes you'd pull out your hair. Anything that hurt you gave you satisfaction.

"It's rusty... I don't want you to get sick..." He whispered.

You looked at him, then laughed a little. "Okay, I'll throw it away, but you have to compensate me."

Rin knew what that meant. For you it was romantic, cutting each other, sharing blood.

You approached a drawer, taking a knife out of a pencil sharpener you had disassembled. You approached him and kissed him. He didn't say anything.

He hated the idea of hurting himself. And he hated the idea of seeing you hurt yourself even more.

But if he didn't...if he said no, would you leave him? Would you abandon him? Rin doesn't want to push his luck.

You were excited. You loved doing this.

"Arms or legs?" You asked him while you rolled up your sleeves.

"Legs." He always chose legs. They were easier to hide, so he wouldn't have to explain himself to his brother or parents. If they find out, they'll force him to break up with you... he can't let you go.

Rin rolled up his shorts, revealing his muscular legs, which had scars, cigarette burns, and cuts. Most of it done by you, some by him.

"Me first" You said as you pressed the blade's edge against your arm, cutting hard and deep. White skin was seen, and then it was filled with blood. It hurt a little

He touched your cut and stained his fingers with your blood, then he licked it. Now it was his turn.

He took the knife, wiping your blood on his own shirt. Then he pressed the knife into his leg and made a cut just as deep as yours.

You did the same, soaking your fingers in Rin's blood and then licking it.

Now came the part you loved most. When he cut you and you cut him. They were always small cuts, nothing more than a cat scratch or maybe a 'sytro'.

But then... He pressed the knife against your arm and...

It hurt more than usual.

"Shit, shit. Sorry-" Rin panicked. He had applied too much force; you literally saw the fatty tissue on your own body, it looked like yellow beans.

"Do it again" You told him, excitedly.

"You're bleeding too much" He whispered as best he could. He didn't know what to do; he had hurt you too much, you were bleeding more than usual! He needed to stop. He had gone too deep.

"Do it again. We'll go to the hospital or something later, just do it." You told Rin, even angrier.

He trembled, cutting your skin again. It wasn't as deep as the last one, but a little fat was still visible.

"Now it's my turn." You said, taking the knife away, your hands trembling from blood loss.

Rin let you cut his skin, trembling. He wanted to take you to the hospital, but he could only do so when you decided.

All this because he told you to throw away a damn eyebrow trimmer.

Or maybe you had it planned. Were you really that mean to him?

In a rush... I just popped into Twitter for a bit and it gave me a little inspiration

Okkk 😋😋