#fem Ichigo

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most of bleach art... mostly old

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Baby Daddy Red Flags: Bleach Edition (😜🤍)

This one…this one for the sluts! 😭💕 I’m an old anime bitch like lemme get it out my system! (We gonna tag this #ToxicTalk lmaoo, this is a safe space)

(If you wanna know who we share 😒, I’ll add an asterisk or whatever. ((They still mine first 😂💝🫡)) (will update and repost with new additions, semi-live post)

***ICHIGO: Lemme get my baby daddy out the way. Biggest issues would be his availability before and after the kid. Probably got pregnant in a makeup sex situation anyway. Ichigo doesn’t seem to type to breakup but will say let’s break. Based on how selfless he is it also can be seen coming from him not being able to save his mom—so he may have a savior complex. It may seem valiant at first like “oh wow you became friends with Chad helping him with bullies? You became closer to Orihime (😒) after helping her grieve her brother? You’re such a good person!” Til you realize seniority is in place and when his friends call he drops whatever he is doing to go help. It’s been time, money, etc and increasingly his selflessness comes off as codependent. Like he can’t stop trying to make up for something that wasn’t his fault.

He will also randomly reserve to right to become reclusive. Not necessarily secretive but less energetic, talkative, or engaged. (You def realize your baby got some functional depression going on. Iykyk). Might not annoy you but the random times he doesn’t want to be touched or seemingly avoids you does hurt…but he sincerely comes back letting you know he was in a weird space etc.

Ichigo’s biggest yes or no is if you’ll be able to sometimes come second or third (likely til you marry and/or have kids with him.) His father and sisters are absolutely #1, his friends are #2, and his oath to the Soul Society and humanity at large is a consequence of him protecting the first two so that’s of course #3. See where I’m going? Even on your best days you might be upset he runs off to Rukia’s or Orihime’s aid. That he has to “save the world,”to save you too. Jealous types might really become frustrated with Ichigo. And tbh I don’t see him breaking out of his ways. He won’t see a need to because there’s real results of his good deeds in his life. He knows he’s saved lives, so he knows he can continue to—so will you be able to handle the fact his duty and mindset will be self sacrificing? I don’t know I think I’d tie him down with a baby and move on.

**KENPACHI: I fully accept and am attracted to his animalistic tendencies. I absolutely can admit that about myself 😭 but…realistically you’d def have to tell him he’s too rough during sessions. He’s grown up wayward, defensive, survival mode, stomach touching his back— during a time so seemingly historical and old who knows how bad the conditions of poverty were—most kids died if they simply weren’t rich and able to eat. Or turned to crime at extremely young ages or exploited….That’s just global history in real life. And the soul society is that much more complex and arduous. Kenpachi will be a man of few words but immense action. If you want someone who will open up even eventually that is not Kenpachi Zaraki. You will highly likely never know of his past because he will never say he is excruciatingly doing everything to never have to. And no, he won’t communicate ever if anything terrible is on his mind. Although kenpachi is coded as barbaric he really is just that protective—he’s as angry as he will be based solely upon someone’s proximity to him emotionally. You and Yaru will be so exclusively held in a regard he won’t even understand. Just the black hole of his awareness he’ll surpass anything to save y’all. He won’t speak on why Lady Unohana isn’t around anymore (new anime, manga lore). But again, when he ends up rough too many nights in a row you distance yourself from him. He can’t admit to you he disassociates and goes back to bad times. He can’t tell you your comfort and warmth makes him remember the times he needed it before—he doesn’t mean to hurt you but he lives for a fight. But he wants to stop making everything and everyone something to “conquer.” He’ll be a real deal handful and it will solely up to you to either tell him you can’t be with him until he figure shit out or you’ll stick beside him and work through it together. (In this case Yaru is the “kid” yall share, I see him being weary of birthing a child and being a dad in such a “visceral” way. Will have total abandonment trauma and just can’t see him getting over it completely to bring new life into a world he already sees the worst in tbh.) but in terms of “baby momma” treatment? Or your prioritized and protected best believe. 💕 he also will force you to learn combat cause you should be able to take care yourself too. Which might either be hot or burdensome. You’re gonna know how to fight. And tbh he might try to bring it into the bedroom on some weird let’s play fight shit so watch yourself. That’s a BIG MAN! 😭😂💕 “HA! Now that you know how do a few things why don’t you test it on me?” Big cheeky sneaky ass grin girl don’t fall for it!

BYAKUYA: This is the guy who will match your freak everywhere but in public. No PDA—actually don’t even look at him or try to talk to him in public…be professional. He will be joking with others and you’ll get upset saying “Hey! You let the other members of the society tease you?” And in private he’ll admit it’s just to keep up appearances and he hates it all. 😭 I think his biggest issue will be coming off fake or disingenuous or you’ll have a hard time sincerely seeing him cause he’ll be so different depending on where y’all are. People wouldn’t know he’s like a mom boyfriend who makes sure you eat, sleep, and keep up with yourself. Yes, he will absolutely unintentionally say something insulting like “This doesn’t suit you. Find something else.” And yes he will be very clearly on guard when in public. People will openly wonder why you’re with him tbh. Which will frustrate the both of you of which neither of you ever bring up to the other. Byakuya has lost a love before—he won’t talk about it ever. You MIGHT get something out of Rukia about it cause it was her sister but I doubt she’ll go super intimate about THEIR relationship cause she respects both his and her sister’s privacy. So you might be stuck on an eavesdropping side quest with Renji that amounts to nothing cause he’ll sense yall. He’ll be amused and somewhat touched you wanted to watch him work though. He’s usually the one keeping check or track of things so he’ll never say he likes that you peep on him and mind his business. You care about him and he knows he’s a bit unfair not allowing any PDA. But he so openly loved on Rukia’s sister he couldn’t help the shameful self imposed embarrassment once he had to walk the halls alone…Byakuya will be a very intentional, quiet lover. I doubt he’ll moan very much tbh unless he’s exhausted and allowing you to take care of him. Sometimes he’ll absolutely disappear all day into work. Other times he’ll be sure to direct his underlings to wait on you in his stead. He’s more manageable if you can accept his sometimes snarky, distant, super private ways. As a father he’ll be annoyingly big on exceptionalism and them being smart and talented. You’ll have to be sure he isn’t burdening your kid when you aren’t around. And you’ll have to be sure he doesn’t inadvertently impart his insensitive habits too. Likewise, you’ll ABSOLUTELY have to “deal or no deal” him about giving affection to your kid in public. You will absolutely have to go off and tell him it’s y’all or his image. And yeah now he’s holding both yall hands albeit defeated. 💕😭

AIZEN: Shit…girl (im black my “girl…” is gender neutral don’t be annoying 💕) you already know what it is. Yandare, selfish, self righteous, MEAN, EVIL…but fine and rich as fuck. 😔🫤 it will be a doozy to be with this one. You literally have to know and accept what you getting into bestie. I can’t even warn you, you know! 😭 but seriously if your an aizen bias you accept him as is 😭 psycho ass. So I wanna just write how’d he be as a baby daddy. Now not to get…too mature…but if you happened to be someone captured/kidnapped by him and pregnant…baby you is a victim! BUT ITS FANFIC SOOO if you were the captured baby momma that’s in his realm with him…well girl you in the realm lord you stuck. “Can I go to the human world?” “For what?” “Uh, sun?” “Humph what do you need sun for…” He’ll look down at your crying child and be like “Ugh okay whatever but Grimmjow is your chaperone.” And you won’t care cause Grimmjow lets you run off and live life. Which Aizen knows but the minute you aren’t overtly scared and submissive to him he’ll lose his weird sense of “power.” You’re man crazy bestie. He’s definitely someone you won’t talk back to until you’re a parent and equally going to advocate for your kid. He’ll realize and laugh to himself “Their not really submissive at all…little minx…” and hold you in completely new regard. “So you took me as is because you wanted to?” He’ll start thinking shit that confuses him and decide to randomly kill a grunt to distract himself like no he’s not gonna reflect into a better person. 😂 you’ll have everything you want cause you can’t go nowhere 😭. Mind you yes the sex is mind blowing so you sadly do take what positives are there…his eyes don’t fall sexually to anyone but you. His body doesn’t respond certain ways to anyone but you. And as you stand next to him more and more he’s leaning into you and your baby’s energy rather than tryna to overtake yall with his. Just don’t speak about the change and it’ll be fine. The minute you tease or openly acknowledge his becoming softer and less controlling you’ll ruin all the progress you made. Let him feel like he’s in control or whatever.

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Hitsugaya: (adult of course) Hitsu will be a blend of Byakuya and Ichigo. The best aspects of him will be how attentive and actionable he is about his love for you. But — he will shy away from PDA and sometimes have moments of separated solitude. Unlike Byakuya, he will absolutely open up to PDA, just will never be the initiator of it. Maybe grab your hand at the end of the day to hurry back home or stare at you as long as he can while he observes your dutiful working. He’ll be shy always which keeps your love feeling young and refreshed. You’ll always be able to make him blush and unlike Ichigo, he’ll warm up to you imposing yourself on his alone time. He’ll be big on love making and planning when to have a child so it will be less spontaneous. He’ll have the baby registry and wishlists prepared, printed, and passed out to members of the Soul Society. He’ll enjoy trips to the human world to acquire new toys and trinkets for your baby.

As a baby daddy he’s almost too protective. You wonder what he’s been through as he’ll have a firm grip of your hips as you cradle your child. He’ll have a habit of looking at your baby and then between the both of you stunned at how he can see the perfect blend of your features on your child’s face. He’ll be very close to a simp honestly (which I’m a fan of) and be at your beck & call no matter the hour. Definitely the dad to tell you don’t worry about tending to the little one, keep resting cause he knows how tired you get. He’s honestly the perfect idea of a new father as he’ll be bumbling a bit but with so much to prove. I realize I kinda didn’t write red flags cause I truly see Hitsu adjusting to parenthood and a long term relationship the best. Only thing I can think is that he’ll be overtly willing to sacrifice himself for your family’s safety. So any massive issue in the Soul Society will make your heart sink a little because while he’s capable he’s been in enough life threatening predicaments to cause ample, appropriate worry. He’ll be hard to break out of working I think until your child starts schooling which could be frustrating cause he’ll overcompensate parenting in lieu of his work commitments. Overall, I think he’d be the baby daddy with the least to really worry about.

Renji: Oh lord— all tea, all shade this man will STRUGGLE. « What do you mean the baby is hungry AGAIN ? You just breastfed! WAIT DO NOT PULL YOUR TIT OUT IN PUBLIC WOMAN ! » He’ll have a hard time adjusting to your freedom as a breastfeeding mom for sure (if you choose to). Work ? What’s work? One thing you can count on is that he will absolutely commit to being a family man and even a stay at home dad. He’ll take all his PTO or even « quit » (basically will say don’t call me to help unless the Soul Society is about to die.) He will wait on you hand & foot because he can’t imagine how much your body and mind has gone through and the strength it takes to be so tired but smile and laugh with him and your kiddo. But, he may end up a bit controlling about you leaving the house without him. He’ll either become a sad puppy or an angry old man. « Baby…what do you mean you want me to stay home ? 😓🥺 » or «  Woman, what did I tell you about going out without me ? What if a crazy person tried to rob you ? » You laugh at him always being some level of dramatic but it may get annoying how clingy and worried he’ll become. You’ll have to remind him you lived this long for a reason…and plan to live longer, so he can chill out sometimes cause his worried nature worries you…you might benefit from guilt tripping him into apologizing and giving you a breather on leaving the house. But just know someone is watching over you. Renji would be a great cook or a terrible cook who improves over time. He might be great at catching the baby right when they poop or…end up shat on rushing to a sink. I really see him either being weirdly good at being a dad or definitely suffering from the learning curve.

Your baby will definitely be conceived in a wild love making, (maybe rough, passionate sex) session. And you’ll catch him blushing when he holds your baby and looks at you remembering the night you had. You’ll be the type to walk in on them sleeping crazily on the sofa, his arm instinctively holding your baby firm. He’ll be grateful to not have to jump up to go to work honestly. His biggest red flags will be being overbearing, needy, and likely requiring a lot of overt reassurance. (Which isn’t necessarily a red flag given he just will want to be a really good dad and partner.) Otherwise he’ll become a stubborn dad who will try (and fail) to « put his foot down. » Which will likely result in him sleeping on the sofa…💕

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[punkeropercyjackson]

Political/Arranged Marriage are the worst kind ship au you can make like at least angst/horror/bad ending aus are fun in an emotional pain way.There is no way i can take them as legit in love and not just comphetting or gaslightning if that's an element,no matter which ship it is or how pretentiously poetic you write their development.'Well the resistence to not fall for them even though everyone wants you to and then letting yourself embrace it is sweet and romantic!!'Are you a suburban white soccer mom who's husband dosen't give her orgasms and thinks etchnic food looks icky

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

men who use their huge bulking muscles to his advantage when you get him mad or misbehave in front of guests. using his huge biceps during doggy to keep you still as his dick keeps hitting deep inside of your cunt as you squeal, completely unable to move because he’s holding you in place. he knows how naughty you get when you don’t get your way so he has to make sure to keep you glued in the position he wants. he pays no mind to your tears streaming down your face and instead uses them to fuel his hunger>>>

Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Ichigo, Onyankopon, Suna, Nagi, Eren, Sae, Kunigami

[timetravellingshinigami]

When I say female Ichigo Kurosaki AU. This is what I mean.

My fave au Ichigo and Ichigo meet and work together to save the day. Loki style but without the romance 👌

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Soul

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Little Bull🐂💕

previous~🐄

It takes Ichigo a lot of effort to get this close to Grimmjow. She still pushes him around, as always, not that he expected her to stop if he was being honest, but something about it is almost affectionate now.

Call him a masochist, but the hair pulling and the sharp smacks and the teasing... it is all part of her charm. All that only accentuated by the new, warm words that'd leave Grimmjow's lips in cooed whispers against his fluffy ears. Sure, she is still less than nice, but hearing her call him her 'little boy', her 'cute calf', before receiving a teasing nip to his ear, always had his cock dropping like the dumb teen she liked to treat him as. Threatening to cum all over himself under her warm touch and teasing words.

"You want to breed Mommy that bad, little boy?" Fuck, he could drool.

All of her was delicious to touch, her beautiful fair skin and blue velvety fur, her hips and ample chest soft under his hands-- he'd never get tired of being this close. He was only hoping his enthusiasm wouldn't spoil everything when he's finally allowed to mount her properly; if it's anything like he's imagined... he's afraid he may cum the second he's inside Grimm. ´ - `💕

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Fem! Uraichi in Game of Thrones setting. Ichigo the Conquer Queen and Kisuke the Sharp-Tongue Cat

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2.7K Words. tags: Committed Relationship AU, Date Night/Car Sex AU, (Ownership kink??? I don’t know wtf I’m talking about), Your man asks if he can get you tatted on him.

“Can I get your name tattooed?” You almost spit your drink out at the question. You turn to your boyfriend absolutely stunned. “A tattoo? O-Of what?” You couldn’t believe how casual he was as if he wasn’t essentially asking to be imprinted. He shrugged his shoulders saying, “I don’t know maybe your name? Maybe a symbol or honestly whatever you want to see on me.” You stared analytically at him. Was this his attempt at a prank or your sincere realization your man was crazy. “Are you serious? Where would you get it? What if people see it and ask about it? Oh my- boy youre wildin’ right now.” You had to laugh. This was the most outrageous he could’ve ever been but nothing really about his expression changed. If anything he seemed a bit disappointed at your reaction. You saw the slight fall of his eyes, oh no he’s deadass.

You sat back sincerely considering your man with your name on his body. What seemed the most appealing? His face? Absolutely not…his neck? Maybe but kinda ghetto. As if fixating on the perfect sketch you cleared several versions of it through your head: arms, back, legs, hands. You thought of the big words branded across men like Tupac or Cholos, and while absolutely hot…it didn’t suit him. You thought of how sexy tattoos were ones that peeked out—those conversations starters when you just can’t get the image of it without a full closer inspection. You thought of his ribs, his collar bone, his wrists…what seemed an awkward silence for him was a deep meditation that led you to consider it now with more excitement than consolation.

“Okay,” you returned to him with your considerations. “I thought about tattoos of all kinds all over you…it’s pretty hot.” He rolled his eyes at you. “No-no,” you went for his thigh grabbing it in reassurance. “I’m so serious right now.” It was hard in your very unserious, light hearted relationship to maintain a kind of sincerity that wouldn’t send the both of you laughing your heads off. You understood he really liked the idea of it and you didn’t mean to have shut him down. He heard you. Trying his best to not openly forgive you because his pout earned him a pleading and yearning partner. He liked when you made up to him. “Y/N,” his face fell. “It really hurt me.” A cold wind caught him and his face sunk so deep you thought he would wither away. “Baby, I’m serious. You would look so good but I had to think on what suited you.” His ears perked up a bit, raising a quizzical brow towards you but still sulking. You sat up in the car seat leaning over to grab his face and kiss him all over. Before whispering which spots had riled you up the most you kissed him deeply running a finger across his ear which sent a shiver through him.

“So I thought about the obvious: your face, your arms, your hands. I thought I liked something being on your ribs or your wrists. I still do BUT I decided top two goes to the collar bone or your fingers.” He had to scoff to himself. Of course you chose the most sensitive, possibly painful areas. You didn’t have tattoos yourself, not against them, but not up for the possible pain at all. He, on the other hand, was very tatted including a full sleeve. It was his thing so to speak so the idea of getting your name tatted seemed less and less crazy. “Hmmm, you like those places?” He watched your eyes linger on his neck and clavicle wishing to decorate him in hickies to show your earnestness. “Mmhmm.” You touched along his neck and collarbones earning a muffled groan. He twitched under your tickling fingers watching you dazed.

You unlocked your seat belt and leaned over grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into a sloppy, eager kiss. “You sure?” He always is the one to double, triple, quadruple check. “Yes baby,” you pull away to look him in the eyes. “I just immediately thought of those huge ass ones you see people get on social media.” You scoffed a bit thinking of images of blazing red skin with huge cursive names. You had no issue if it were family members or even friends, but lovers? Seemed a bit too close to branding and ownership, and you never knew of a lasting relationship with that going on.

Unbeknownst to you your bae’s absolute acceptance of being yours. He heard once of someone in the media proving his love to his new girl by tatting his dick…. He thought long and hard about it…honestly into it. And had you thrown that out there, even if a pure joke—He’d win by trolling you with your name inked large across his length. He’d fuck you into the mattress, dick hitting your cervix unknown to you until pillow talk time. How’d he’d thank both Y/Ns for the fabulous time tonight. How he knew you’d snap up and throw the blankets away quizzically investigating his cock. How he loved the idea of not telling you at all…seeing how long it took before you’d scream in astonishment lamenting his idiotic love struck ways. But he’ll settle for now.

He liked the idea of his fingers…closest thing he had comparable to his dick given their own girth and length. How two fingers were genuinely too much for you until you grew fully accustomed to his cock. How when he tried to enter a third once you winced looking back at him like the devil. “Don’t piss me off,” you spat closing your eyes with a lifted warning brow. “You know you be trying to do too much.” He was sympathetic but horny. And had the worst kind of fantasies pinning you in all sorts of positions, crumbling you up into a sex ball. You were so beautiful all the time. Now sitting in his car at the top of a parking garage, after an amazing night out where you both seemed to fall in love all over again. He really felt compelled to ask, damn near blurting the question out. “Would you get a tattoo of my name?” You didn’t have to think long this time. “Nope. Not your name.” His face fell, he couldn’t even hide it. You knew what you were doing leaning over to reach your hand in between his legs, cupping his balls and dick easily. “I’d get a symbol for you. Or like an animal. You know I like subtle things.” You rub his tip through his pants almost luring a whimper from him. He swallowed hard. “Tell me more.” “What? I don’t know there’s really so many things I associate with you or us…I weirdly want it to be perfect. I want it to mean I love you, I trust you, and thank you all at once. Not my fault I’m sentimental.” You tease yourself and him laughing softly. “I’m just…actually happy as fuck to know you’d consider it. You don’t have to, baby girl.” “Aht aht,” you tisk. “Already in motion, you know I was thinking about finally getting one too? So I’ll really think about it and I want your help okay??”

How could you look at him so innocently when your hands were making it hard to keep his eyes open. How could you so lovingly declare all this as he adjusts his waist to more firmly plant himself in your palm. How you squeeze him ever so slightly eliciting a full blown moan. You wanted him bad. The night out, the drinks, the conversation over ice cream, now sitting with your love as the night sky passed on. It was perfect. You leaned up in the seat on your knees, reaching over him to crank his seat back. It went down smoothly and he set both arms behind his head. Ready for you to handle him however you pleased.

You leapt over onto him sitting flush on his extremely hard, bulging length. You cooed at the sensation of pressure against your clit slowly grinding against him. He didn’t wanna control you this time but it was hard to not go to grab at you, to which you swatted his reaching hungry arms away. “Uh uh,” was all you had to say. You needed him inside you now. You lifted your hips, giving you space to undo and unzip his pants. You learned with him he doesn’t put on underwear all the time. And considering how his outfit squeezed him all over perfectly—You didn’t want your favorite guy all smothered and claustrophobic. He needed to breathe didn’t he?? His dick agreed hungrily leaping out his pants thwacking against his belly. You spit in your hand taking him in it with a sloppy dribble of saliva falling to his tip. He shivered throwing his head back. You pumped him swirling your thumb over his blazing leaking tip. He was nothing more than a mumbling, groaning, praising mess. “Fuck, you know what you doing, Y/N.” He can’t help himself. He knows you like to treat him like this, like your little bitch.

His chest was lifting and lowering so erratically. His abs tensing and sweat brimming all over his skin. He wanted to get inside you, fuck your hands. “Mmm, baby please.” He cooes. “Sit on me baby, I need to feel that.” You obeyed swiftly giving him a few more hard pumps making his head lift as his mouth was agape breathlessly. “I got you. You know I do.” You lifted up, your ass facing the windshield. You pulled your panties to the side with one hand, still keeping the other on his waiting cock. He watched you in awe, how fierce you were when you wanted him. How he loved how loud you were and couldn’t wait to hear his name ring his ears as your shameless calls for him filled the car.

You lifted his dick vertical to your pussy, squatting down meeting his hot wet tip to your soaking loving core. When he entered it felt like heaven. What little stress you had already gone, so it was nothing for you to bounce down on him roughly. Both of you yelping at the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix. “Hey, be gentle. Don’t hurt yourself.” He said cautiously. He didn’t care about himself but you? No, don’t hurt yourself or even discomfort yourself just to feel him.

He took extreme pride in treating you like a princess even declining trying degradation. You, a bit too persistant at a point causing him to snap: “You can like what you like but I’m not degrading you. That’s my last word about it. Find someone else if it’s that big of a deal.” He was frustrated and regretted the last sentence the minute he finished. How he couldn’t face you cause he knew tears had fallen. How you gasped at his rejection and meanness, storming out of his apartment. How the minute the door slammed he rushed to his phone calling you profusely. How he showed up to your place with tears of his own. How he kinda maybe went a little too crazy banging on your door like a madman demanding to talk to you. When then as you opened the door warning of a police call for disturbance he blew past you into your living room. How he kinda scream talked his way through admitting he was so in love with you, so literally stuck on you he couldn’t imagine himself talking down on you. It just wasn’t him.

How you just wanted him to calm down and that you understood. You really did. Reaching towards your bellowing boyfriend cooing him to cry it out in your bosom. How he ended up more upset than you just because he felt awful even snapping at you like that. How you rolled your eyes at yourself thinking while he might be domineering he was a big ole baby. How you told him you accepted his apology, leaning him away from you and hitting your knees to suck him off. How he broke through the tears saying he didn’t even deserve this but you shut him up with a swirl of your tongue.

How now he had no choice but to give you the entire fucking world. How you unlocked a kink of being dominated for him. Sitting back with his head resting up, watching you use him to your delight. How his cock twitched inside you and his hips lifted in mindless splendor. The car nothing but an enclosed cacophony of praise, I love you’s, and the sloppy slick of your fluids as they kept you two sticky and connected. The weight of your ass on his pelvis as his hands guided you up and down. How your head was thrown back like an animal, calling out to him how only his cock could make you feel this way. How he demanded you say more, more about him and his dick and how useful he was to you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah,” you couldn’t even think straight. Your mind overwhelmed with the orgasm you actually didn’t want to reach yet. Truly how sweet his cock met the ridges of your pillowy heat. You really didn’t want to stop but when you gazed at him he was as gone as you. His eyes closed tight, so tight you almost told him relax. His arms extended, flexing every active vein as he held your ass while you began growing even wetter around him. “Ain’t no way,” his hips stall slightly. “You’re so fucking wet, it doesn’t even feel like I’m in you. Ah, you so fucking good to me baby girl.” You knew by his fighting vocals he was about to cum. His previous warning to take it easy was nothing but noise as you began throwing your pussy down against him. You wanted to cum how you wanted to cum. “Baby, no, I—“ a pathetic accepting mess he was. They better not complain in the morning, he thought. And let you bounce on him mercilessly slapping against him loudly with a bit of a sting. You wanted to feel it in your throat and you did. That rare (less rare with him now your partner) special confusing but absolutely mind numbing pleasure. You seized around him, chocking his cock as you came hard. Your entire body shook now exhausted as you could only just sit on him letting him finish. You bounced as his dick drove in you sloppier and sloppier. “Oh fuck,” his own body now quaking, ropes of semen making your belly warm as your pussy hugged him wanting all he had.

His body went limp and so did yours. You fell on his chest with little concern, nuzzling into his neck peppering him with kisses. “I told you…I told you to not to go so hard…” he scolded wiping his dripping face with his arm. “Mmhmm,” was your only response soon falling asleep with him still inside you. You bundled up so innocently considering the mad woman you had just been. Pleased, full, and ready to cuddle him proper back home.

He kisses you on the forehead, still catching his breath although it is increasingly becoming balanced. You were already about to knock out. “Baby?” He cooed. “Let me put you in the back seat okay? Just rest until we get home, okay?” How now you were his baby princess again. Whatever you wanted, whatever you needed you got. How you mumbled nothing coherent barely able to lift yourself off of him. A bit awkward since you literally couldn’t move but once he laid you down, making sure your legs were comfortable, he kissed you passionately. You couldn’t really kiss back but you did pucker your lips with what little strength you had. He smirked to himself fixing his thankful dick back in his pants and getting in the drivers seat. Keys in the ignition, your couples playlist auxed on low, and a big dumb smile on your lover’s face. “How could I ever disrespect you goofy?” The most he’d ever insult you laughing as he pulls out the parking garage heading on home.

Who: GOJO, CHOSO, Zoro, Nanami, EREN, BAKUGO, Human INUYASHA, Ichigo + whoever else is this love dumb.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖺𝗎, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

this is like the sixth time you and the orange haired male ran into each other fighting hollows together, only knowing each other by your bouts. and after this hollow’s defeat he saunters up to you a smile on his charming face. "we’re kinda like batman n’ robin recently."

you scoff taking him in his 6’2 lean figure slightly slouching as he stood in front of you, his shihakusho clinging to his chest, tightening at his slim waist and flaring out at his feet, his huge zanpakuto strapped against his back and you look up into his brown eyes as he smirked.

"why cuz you’re in love with me?" it was his turn to scoff, cheeks hinting pink. "pshh who said you were batman." you looked at ichigo with a seductive expression tilting you head to the side slightly. "oh really?.. well i’m not robin, i’m able to pull the baddest bitches and.."

you grabbed the underside of his chin tilting his head down so he was eye level with you. ".. you always listen to every order i say and do what i tell you." ichigo’s eyes went low and drifted to your plump glossy two toned lips before looking back to your dark brown eyes as he gulps, a small chuckle leaving past his parted lips.

"you got me there."

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

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一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e | Part Three

一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e Masterlist

Summary: The consequences of your passionate vacation with Austin reveal themselves not long after he returns to Los Angeles. You find your world inexorably changed and are faced with a near impossible decision.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Special Note: This chapter features discussion of abortion as an option. I firmly believe in a woman’s right to choose and it is not up for debate on my blog. If this is something you are uncomfortable with or disagree with, do not read this chapter. Any attempts to change my mind, or any harassment, will result in an immediate block.

Warnings: Angst, Language, Fluff, Vomit, Unintentional Pregnancy, Pregnancy Test, Discussion of Abortion, Discussion of Adoption, Discussion of Systemic or Societal Sexism, Interactions with Medical Doctor, Medical Tests, Excessive Use of ‘little bean’ and ‘darling girl’, Mature/Explicit Themes [vaginal penetration, unprotected sex] – 18+ Only

Word Count: 7008

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At first you simply thought you were exhausted from the trip, from the profound lack of sleep because you had much preferred to succumb to passion in his arms than to properly rest. That the simmering anger or readiness of tears was due to the intense crystallization of your feelings for Austin so quickly followed by forced separation. That the cramps and back pain were from the onset of your period – confirmed by some spotting. That the headaches and congestion were from the cold that was going around.

Inhabiting the body of a woman was confounding at the best of times – involved a lot of supposition and interpretation. And all the while you were caught up in the hectic nature of your profession, easily losing track of the signs your body was clearly displaying to you. It was not until four weeks later, when you were getting dressed to head to the grocery store, sliding your hand into your bra to adjust the way your breast sat in the cup, that you realized. As you hissed in discomfort at how sore the tender flesh was, it was then that the kaleidoscope of symptoms shifted and spun into place. The realization that you were two weeks late on your period punched the air from your lungs and had you sitting heavily on your bed, eyes wide as a montage of all the unprotected sex you had enjoyed with Austin swept through your mind.

You snapped back into the moment and quickly pulled out your phone, the pit of your stomach sinking lower and lower as you ticked off far too many of the early symptoms of pregnancy in the first article that popped up in the search results. Acrid sweat prickled in your armpits, slicking your palms and making your hands clumsy. Heart pounding, you quickly pulled on your shirt and, halfway out the door, rushed back in to grab a ring from your jewellery box, slipping it onto your ring finger and putting on a mask and hat. For all its technological advances, Japan was not known for its progressive approach to women – working, unmarried, and possible pregnant women in particular.

You took the subway three stops in the opposite direction, getting off at a station you rarely frequented, climbing the steps to find the nearest pharmacy. Acting as casually as you possibly could with a racing heart hidden beneath your anonymous outfit, you made your way to the sexual health section. The wall of condom choices made you furrow your brow…as though they were placed there for the sole purpose of mocking you. Walking a bit further, you came across the slightly smaller selection of pregnancy tests. You could not imagine what a non-Japanese speaker would feel, confronted with the myriad of boxes and labels. You had worked hard to achieve the level of native speaker and in your current emotional state you could barely process the rapidly blurring choices before you.

Blinking back tears, you eventually located a few options with English inserts. Honestly, you could use all the help you could get at this point. The final deciding factor was the option that came with two tests. You brought two boxes, to total four, just to be extra certain. The cashier put the boxes into a brown paper bag for your privacy, which you then put into your reusable shopping bag and made a beeline back to your apartment.

The first positive you greeted with denial, quickly unwrapping the second. When it came back positive as well, you had an oddly calm acceptance about the whole situation. You went about making breakfast, made your trip to the grocery store, tidied your apartment. The whole time, your brain separated the concept that you were pregnant as some sort of abstract, apart from the rest of your thoughts and contained in a glass jar to be observed. It wasn’t until you were preparing dinner that the glass shattered, and you sunk to your knees in tears.

Because you knew. You knew that things would be changed forever. Now that there was a tiny little bean growing inside you…you could no longer hold onto everything. Between your career and life in Japan, your relationship with Austin, and the little bean…a choice would have to be made and something would have to be lost.

Crawling into bed, it felt like no time had passed before you were awoken by your alarm the next day. Like a mindless robot, you obeyed your programming code and went through the process of getting ready and going to work. You were uncharacteristically quiet at your desk that day, and it did not go unnoticed. You tried to explain it away as not feeling well, but you could feel Sachiko’s knowing gaze on you. Your phone buzzed on your desk, and you glanced at it to see a message from Austin. Your stomach clenched with a wave of nausea. Austin.

For the past twenty-four hours you had been so thoroughly and completely wrapped up in yourself and the consequences of this for you. But the little bean was created by the two of you and any decision-making process would have to involve him. And for that to happen, you would have to tell him. Your eyes scanned over his good night message, and you were immediately aware that your cellphone was not the right medium. A quick search of flights revealed that there was a 7:45 PM flight that night that would have you landing in Los Angeles at 2:00 PM the same day, because traveling east across the Pacific Ocean was essentially traveling backward in time.

–  I hope you have a lovely sleep. Would you be up for a chat over my lunch, your 7PM tomorrow? I have a weird schedule and would love to see you. –

– I would love that, darling! I’m home all day tomorrow reading a few scripts my agent has sent me. –

You swallowed tightly, feeling like an absolutely fraud, but somewhat relieved to know that he would be at home. You had his address from the gifts you had been mailing back and forth for months, so you could arrive without putting him through fifteen hours of heart-rending speculation as to why you were flying over.

– That sounds like a very lovely day. I’m looking forward to it. I love you. –

– It will be made all the more lovely by seeing your beautiful face. I love you, too. –

You then went to your supervisor’s office, Mr. Taguchi, and knocked on the door asking for a minute. You described a very difficult family situation that required you to go home for the next two weeks. You needed that length of time in case….well, in case an abortion was the choice the pair of you made. Because it was incredibly difficult to obtain one in Japan, it would have to happen in California, and if that were to be the choice, you needed time.

The stress that flitted across his face, the panic of suddenly losing an employee for two busy weeks, brought tears to your eyes, which you dabbed at with the cuff of your sleeve. They worked to your advantage, making him feel so suddenly awkward at your display of emotion that he would have done anything to get you out of his office.

“You have five days of vacation left this year; the rest would have to be unpaid…” He busied himself, looking over your Human Resources file on his computer screen.

You nodded quickly, and he told you to take the rest of the day off sick as you were obviously in no condition to be working. You thanked him softly and managed to rein in your emotions before going to pack up your stuff. You were halfway down the hall when Sachiko caught up with you.

“I have no idea what you’re going through…but just know that I’m here for you.” She smiled earnestly and brought on a fresh flood of tears.

“Oh Sachiko…” You whispered and she hugged you close, taking your breath away. “Thank you…” You sniffled and she nodded, gesturing for you to continue on your way as she replaced her stoic expression and headed back into the office.

On your way to the subway station, you stopped on a park bench and quickly purchased your flights. This would be all for naught if you did not put that last piece of the puzzle into place. You returned to your apartment for the most disorganized, helter-skelter packing session of your life, but you knew that if needed to, you could always buy things there. You threw out the food that would go bad and grabbed your passport. You looked at the pregnancy kits, still sitting out on your table, and took a third. You sighed heavily as it also came back positive and packed them up, not sure if he would need to see evidence…not sure about much at all as you set out for Haneda airport.

Finally, after checking your bag and clearing security, you were able to stop and take a breath. You sat in a quiet corner at the boarding gate, staring vacantly at the patterned carpet at your feet. You were utterly shellshocked. And while you knew that you had brought this upon yourself, that your actions had been truly reckless, you did feel an anger that had begun to simmer in your abdomen. You could not have been the first to have become so swept up in the moment that you forgot to take adequate protection. Why did something that could be so difficult for some have to simply happen to you like this?! It was unspeakably unfair.

Thus, you had boarded your flight with a sullen expression on your features. Twitching and fidgeting with nervous energy, you felt rather like a caged animal during take off. As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, you stood to walk a few laps down the aisles. It was quite possibly the longest ten hours of your life. To cap it all off, the nausea that had been stalking you since Austin’s text had arrived hours earlier at your desk, bloomed into a need to vomit during landing. Forced to use the air sickness bag, you were now also mortified.

Once you were free to stand, you found some gum in your bag before grabbing your luggage and making your way through customs. Conscious of the money you had spent on your flights, and the fact that you would not have very much money coming in on your next paycheque, you used a combination of buses, trams, and subways to make your way to Los Feliz. You knew you had scheduled the call with Austin for seven, and it was only five by that time. But you traveled the rest of the way to his address by cab without further delay, hoping he would be home – as he had said he would be.

You should have known he would have a security gate. It made perfectly logical sense, but it felt like some sort of insurmountable obstacle after all you had been through to get to him. You’d travelled thousands of miles and would still have to speak to him through an electronic device anyway. You watched the tremor in your fingers as you reached out to press the buzzer, clenching your teeth and letting out a growl of frustration at yourself as you forced your fingertip to connect with the smooth, white button.

“Hello?” Austin’s voice crackled through the speaker after an agonizing few seconds.

“H...Hi Austin it’s…it’s me.” Your voice shook and seemed reluctant to leave your throat. You took a deep breath and clearly stated your name.

“What?!” His exclamation sounded on the quiet street before the gate emitted an electronic hum and swung inward.

You had just reached the doorstep, the gate clanging shut behind you, when the door flung inward in front of you to reveal an astounded Austin dressed very casually in shorts and a t-shirt.

“What…how?!” He was looking you over, eyes skittering across your features, jaw slack in shock.

“Supr-” You tried to cheekily reply with his line from so many weeks ago, but seeing him before you in the flesh, full of such naïve excitement, had your throat clenching tightly. You were not able to make a single sound as huge, hot tears boiled over your lower lids and slid down your cheeks.

His countenance immediately changed, and he slid a protective arm around you, casting a careful glance around before guiding you into his home. You couldn’t even process the style or furnishings; you were just shaking with silent sobs and ragged gasps of breath.

“Darling girl, it’s ok, it’s ok…” He closed the door behind you and pulled you tightly to his chest, wrapping you in a warm embrace, his hands rubbing your back soothingly.

You shook your head wordlessly against his chest because it truly, most definitely, was not ok. But you did not even have the ability to tell him why. He gently extracted your suitcase from the vice grip of your fingers and led you further into his home, into a sun-filled room with a grey sectional facing a fireplace. He guided you to sit, pressing close beside you and gently wiping at your tears with some tissues he had acquired from….somewhere between the front door and here.

You could not look at him. Not if you wanted to stem the flow of tears. The earnest concern in his deep blue eyes felt like a knife twisting between your ribs. Focusing instead on the jade plant growing in an earthenware pot on his coffee table, you managed to regain control and grabbed more tissues to mop at your face before taking a slow, deep breath.

“I have to tell you something.” You croaked in the direction of the waxy, green leaves.

“Can you look at me while you do?” He asked softly, hand squeezing your shoulder in a soothing rhythm.

You pressed your lips together tightly and shook you head, breath shaking as you nearly lost it again.

“Ok” He whispered meekly, hand stilling but not leaving your shoulder.

Your deep breath was notably shaky once more, but you forced yourself to speak through the crushing weight of your emotions.

“I’m pregnant.” You stated flatly before turning to look at him now that the words had finally left your lips.

A sharp inhale was the only sound in the room as he stared at your tear-stained face, speechless. Each tick of a nearby clock sounded the passing of second after second of silence, the tide of tears rising higher and higher within you the longer he remained silent. You quickly retreated to the safety of the jade plant, dabbing at the freshly welling moisture stinging your eyes and he finally, at last, said something.

“Are you sure?” He breathed and you nodded almost violently.

“Three tests…” You sniffled. “Wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t…sure…” The statement flew out of your mouth, but you beat back the sniping tone, or you hoped you did, before it finished.

He exhaled deeply, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as he leaned back into the couch and scrubbed his hands down his face. You swallowed thickly and tried to quietly blow your nose. You’d had nearly two days to digest the information at this point, he needed some time. You both jumped as his phone started ringing and he sighed softly as he looked at it.

“My dinner.” He muttered and buzzed in the delivery driver, going to meet him at the door before returning with a bag of fragrant Thai food.

As the scent hit your nostrils, your stomach lurched, and you shot to your feet.

“Bathroom!” You exclaimed with urgency and he grabbed your arm, leading you to the powder room quickly where you threw up again, even though your stomach was completely emptied already.

He knelt beside you, keep your hair free of your sick, and cleaning your face.

“God you really are, aren’t you…” He whispered and got you some cool water. “I’ll throw it out don’t worry…” He trailed off as you shook your head quickly.

“Go eat…” You croaked. “I’ll stay here.”

He smiled tenderly and stroked your cheek.

“I’ll eat on the patio, please sit in the living room?” He waited until you nodded before he kissed your forehead and stepped out.

Distantly, you heard the rustle of the paper bag, the opening and closing of the patio door, as he went outside to eat where the smell could not offend you. Shakily, you got to your feet and rinsed your face with cool water, frowning a little at how haggard you looked. You tried to do something about your hair with damp fingers before making your way back to the couch, sitting heavily. Now that your secret was a shared burden, no longer something you had to carry alone, all the adrenaline you had been running on seeped away and you fell asleep right there against the arm of his couch.

When your eyes fluttered open, it was after dark, and you were covered in a warm blanket. You lifted your head and turned to see Austin sitting with your feet pressing against his thigh. He heard the rustle of your movements and set down his phone, turning to look at you gently.

“Hey…” He smiled softly. “How are you feeling?” he reached out to stroke your cheek and your lower lip wobbled almost comically at his sweetness.

“Kinda…hungry?” You sniffled and slowly shifted to sitting. “Do you have bread and honey?” You asked before an involuntary yawn overtook you.

He nodded quickly.

“Toast with honey?” He offered, shifting to his feet, and you nodded.

He headed towards what you assumed would be the kitchen and you followed him quietly as though there were a tether tying you to him. And well…you supposed there was in a way.

“Oh, little bean, there I go, being all philosophical.” You whispered, unconsciously laying a hand over your lower abdomen.

You missed the fact that this was the first time you had spoken to the being growing inside when Austin asked,

“How long have you known?” He leaned against the counter, watching you.

Sliding onto one of the stools at the island you paused to do the math.

“Sunday, my time, so Saturday night your time.” You nodded and accepted the glass of water from him gratefully.

The nausea seemed to have left, for the time being, and in its wake you found yourself hungry and thirsty. You eyed the honey toast he moved to set before you with the intensity of a predator, digging in the moment it came to rest on the counter, having to make a conscious effort to eat slowly.

“How did you know?” He tilted his head curiously. “To take the test, I mean…”

You swallowed your bite and smirked ruefully at yourself.

“Well, I ignored or wrote off the cramps, bloating, congestion, headaches and exhaustion. But the breast soreness…” You shook your head with a grimace and sniffled a little before draining the glass of water.

“The congestion is from the extra blood flow!” He declared proudly and you blinked at him for a few moments before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I did…some reading while you slept.” He murmured sheepishly.

The heart-melting sweetness of the man across the marble countertop from you brought another wave of tears, happy tears this time at least, to your already aggravated eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry I…” He found some more tissues and you dabbed at your eyes, shaking your head.

“Don’t be, you’re so fucking sweet.” You gave him a watery smile and he walked around the island to gently wrap his arms around you from behind.

“We’re…we’re going to figure this out, ok?” He whispered against your hair, and you nodded, leaning back into his embrace as relief flooded through you. “How long can you stay?”

“I’m going back not this Saturday, but next. Just shy of two weeks because of the time change…” You finished the second piece of toast and he moved to sit on the stool beside you.

Turning to face him, your mouth lifted at the corners as he took your hands.

“My best friend Ashley had a baby – well, a few years ago now, which is horrifying to calculate, but…she was constantly raving about her OB-GYN. Would you be ok if I reached out to get her contact info? I think…” He trailed off, seeming somewhat uncertain.

You squeezed his hands gently and nodded.

“Before we make any decisions we should…we should see a doctor, to confirm we have decisions to make…” You swallowed dryly and he pecked your lips softly.

“Exactly…how is that toast sitting?” He asked softly, looking you over.

“Like an island in an empty ocean?” Your lips twitched into a smirk, and he chuckled.

Insisting you remain seated; he assembled you more of a meal with simple proteins and carbs – easy to digest and not too hard on your temperamental stomach. Once you were fed and keeping it down, he carried your suitcase upstairs, stopping at the guest room.

“Did you want your own room?” He asked softly and you shook your head.

He kissed your temple fondly before leading you down the hall to the primary bedroom. It was a decorated in a mixture of vintage and dark academia but also was still resolutely west-coast in style. You smiled warmly as it felt so right. His hand came to rest on your lower back as he stood beside you.

“Did you want to shower or anything before bed?”

“Oh yes please!” You breathed as your skin ached with the desire to be clean.

He waited patiently, reading in bed as you showered and changed into your pajamas – which upon closer inspect did not match…your suitcase was definitely a mess. As you crawled into bed with him, he pulled you close, and you were quickly asleep once again. You awoke to him gently pressing kisses across your forehead and down your nose. You blinked rapidly, trying to surface from sleep quickly.

“Sorry darlin’, it’s almost noon and I figured you’d want to see some of the daytime?” He murmured gently and you kissed him warmly.

“Thank you, Austin.” You smiled sleepily and shifted up to sit, feeling quite discombobulated yet less tense and somewhat rested.

He waited until you had eaten a generous breakfast, watching you eat every bite from his seat at the island beside you, before filling you in on what he’d been up to while you were sleeping.

“We have an appointment at five with Ashley’s OB-GYN. Dr Sidhu.” He looked very proud of himself, and you could not hide your expression of shock.

“It’s Tuesday, right?” You looked around. “How did you do that before noon?!”

He grinned and kissed your forehead.

“One of the consequences of being famous that I actually enjoy.”

You swallowed tightly…. oh right….in all of this you had somehow?! Somehow overlooked the fact that you were not just a boy and a girl. He was a golden-globe and academy-award winning actor. You must have paled because he was tucking you into his side.

“What’s terrifying you right now?” He asked gently and you looked up to him.

“I…all I’ve been thinking about is what it means for us personally but you professionally…oh god…” Your eyes widened with horror as you imagined articles on TMZ and other gossip pages, the social media rampages of his fans, all the negative effects this could bring down upon him.

“Stop that at once” He cupped your face and gently moved your head to meet his eyes. “There’s just you and me here…we’re all that matter right now.”

And the little bean, your brain reminded you, but you were not quite ready to voice that at this point. You nodded slowly, taking deep breaths and focusing on the flecks of green and gold that surrounded his pupils.

“Do you feel comfortable talking through some…options right now?” He spoked in hushed tones, as though trying to prevent startling a skittish horse.

“Yeah…Yeah I think we should before we see the doctor I…do you have a note pad?” You cast your eyes about, wanting to be sure to note everything down so you didn’t forget anything.

As he stood and fetched a pad and paper, you found yourself wandering over to the patio doors.

“Can we do this outside? I’ve…been inside for days and…”

He kissed your temple and guided you with a hand between your shoulder blades onto the perfectly appointed patio. You settled beside each other on the outdoor sofa under the shade of the trees.

“So…” He cleared his throat and you swallowed.

“So…” you replied and took a deep breath. “Three choices really…”

“Three?”

You nodded softly. “Birth to keep, birth to adopt or,” you took a deep breath, “abortion.”

“Right. Three.” He nodded and wrote three headings on the notepad.

“So, I think we should make a list a pros and cons beneath each?” You tilted your head, and he divided the page into six columns beneath the headings.

“Keep. Pros.” He stated, pen poised.

You could tell by the unsteadiness of his hand that both of you were putting on brave faces, trying to focus on logic instead of the emotion of the situation.

“Baby?” You offered and he jotted it down.

“Family.” He spoke as he wrote the word down and you felt a smile curl your lips slightly.

After adding a few more pros, you moved onto the cons.

“End of my career in Japan.” You murmured softly and he looked to you completely flabbergasted.

“Over a baby?!” He rasped.

You nodded sadly and chewed on your thumbnail for a moment.

“Even if I wasn’t unmarried – and please for the love of all things holy don’t think I’m asking you to propose over this. Please don’t.” You looked to his eyes and waited until he nodded before proceeding. “Japanese society, particularly when it comes to women involved, even peripherally, in the entertainment industry, expects a woman to leave the workforce to raise her child. It is fairly acceptable to return to work once all her children are in university or working but…given that I am a foreigner, something that is already rare in translation, there is no path forward with birth and my career.”

“Well, fuck, that kind of settles it doesn’t it?” He set down the notepad, looking quite resigned.

“Wait no don’t…it’s…it’s obviously shitty but it doesn’t mean all the options are not worth discussing. I’m pretty sure you have some brutal cons too…” You set your hand on his forearm, squeezing gently.

He looked you to with red-rimmed, glistening eyes and nodded slightly. You leaned up to embrace him tightly, just holding him a moment as he took deep, shaking breaths, clinging to you. He kissed the top of your head and you reached for the notepad.

“Cons for me…” Austin continued barely louder than a whisper, “definitely a scandal, though as far as I can think none of the projects I’m up for would turn me down because of it. My family and friends all know about you…can’t shut up about you…” He spoke with his cheek pressed to the top of your head as you jotted down his points, pausing to lift his hand and press it to your lips at the last statement.

“And honestly…a lot of the cons would be the same for adoption.”

You felt him nod and together you filled in the columns under adopt, both seeming the most hesitant about this one.

“It just feels like…if I’m going to have this tiny human grow inside me, I don’t think I could…give them away?” Your voice was quiet, but you felt him rumble against you in agreement.

“I don’t think I could either…” He agreed.

You swallowed thickly and moved over to the final column, chewing on your lip anxiously as the seven letters stared up at you.

“You keep your career.” He gave you a gentle squeeze and you nodded, noting that down.

“And you avoid a scandal…as long as it doesn’t…get out.”

“Mmm…Ashley trusts Dr. Sidhu, I find myself inclined to, as well. But we’ll see after we meet her in a few hours.”

You nodded and wrote it down ‘no scandal’ a question mark at the end. You then shifted over to the cons column and chewed the end of the pen for a moment.

“Time. It has to be done here, before I go back. To do it in Japan I require your signature and a lot of money…”

You felt him tense and shake his head, but he didn’t add anything vocally, so you noted it down.

“It’s a medical procedure so there’s always some risk.” He offered and you jotted that down.

The pair of you sat there in silence, wind rustling through the fronds of the palm trees in his backyard, rippling across the surface of his pool, until you heaved a deep sigh.

“I truly and firmly believe in a woman’s right to choose I just hoped and prayed that I would never have to make this choice.” You leaned into him, and he held you close as you both retreated into your own thoughts.

“Did you want anything else to eat before we get ready to go?” Austin eventually broke the silence, and you shook your head.

“I’m starting to feel a bit queasy again….I suppose it’s mid morning in Japan so that…might explain…My body is stuck in that time zone.”

“We should buy some stuff to keep you hydrated and your electrolytes balanced when we’re out.”

You nodded quickly.

“I actually might need…more than that. My suitcase is a complete mishmash…I was absolutely not focused when I packed.” You looked up to him sheepishly.

“No problem, we can swing by Target or something on the way home and get you everything you need.”

You lingered outside a while longer before heading inside to get ready, driving to the appointment in his car. No longer in an emotionally overwrought state, you were able to take in the attractive neighbourhood and the fact that you were in Los Angeles was starting to sink in.

Access to the clinic was through an underground parking garage, and everything seemed quiet when you pulled in. The clinic, in fact, looked closed but Austin knocked on the door and a sweet receptionist answered.

“Please, come in.” She smiled warmly and led the two of you back into an exam room and got you to start filling out the intake paperwork.

After Dr. Sidhu arrived and introductions were completed, she started asking questions about your health and situation.

“So, we will definitely do a lab test to confirm everything, and I understand that you are both undecided at this point?” She asked gently, doing a fantastic job of making eye contact despite the volume of notes she was typing into the electronic file.

“Yeah, that’s correct but…I actually live in Tokyo, and I’m flying back next Saturday so we don’t have a lot of time to make the decision…” You gripped Austin’s hand as you spoke, and he nodded.

“My suggestion is that we book the termination procedure for next Monday. That way we don’t miss our window and you would have five days to recover, should that be your decision. If it isn’t, I would like to see you that day regardless so that we can get you started on prenatal regimen. Does that work for you?”

You and Austin looked to one another before nodding to each other, then turning to nod at the doctor simultaneously.

“I also think it’d be best for us to do an ultrasound today just so you have all the facts before you make your decision. I will use a special attachment to insert vaginally, and it will be up to you whether or not you want to see the monitor. Talk it over, I’m going to send in the nurse to get the blood sample and we’ll need some urine as well. Do you have any questions before I step out?”

You shook your head and looked to Austin, seeing he was doing the same. After providing the necessary samples you stripped everything below the waist and slid onto the examine table while Austin waited patiently, looking somewhat helpless in a situation that felt rather akin to your annual check-up.

“What are your thoughts on…seeing the monitor?” You asked softly and held out your hand to him once you were settled.

He quickly moved to your side and laced his fingers with yours, reassuring both of you.

“I’m of two minds? I…want to know everything but it might make the third choice harder?” His voice was hushed, as if he was trying to prevent the little bean from overhearing.

“That’s exactly where I’m at too…” You squeezed his hand gently. “Let’s ask Dr. Sidhu what we’d see if we looked?”

He nodded firmly and looked to the door as the doctor returned, letting her bring in the equipment before posing your question.

“Well, it’s not going to be much more than a gestational sac at this point, based on your timeline. What I’m looking for is…well the fact that it is present, and where it has implanted to be sure it’s not ectopic. That’s about all we will be able to see this early on.”

You looked up to Austin and raised an eyebrow.

“I think, yes?” He ventured and you nodded your agreement before voicing it to Dr. Sidhu.

It was not a comfortable experience, but it was no worse than a speculum. She was able to locate the gestational sac, in a optimal position, and answered the questions that she could – noting the ones it was too early for and the ones that would need follow up.

“So, I will run the labs and give you both a call in two days. Then I will see you Monday, whenever you schedule. The receptionist Becca will take care of that with you. Any last questions before I let you go?”

“Just…thank you.” You smiled softly. “We really appreciate your help.”

She smiled warmly and looked between the two of you.

“You two have a lot to work through, I’m happy to help. We’ll see you Monday.” She patted your knee before heading out.

Austin helped you get dressed fully and booked the Monday appointment with enough time for… for whatever it turned out to be, before the pair of you headed down to the car. Austin opened your door and rather than immediately climbing in, you took the opportunity to hug him tightly.

“I love you.” You murmured, mind whirring with thoughts, and pros and cons, and possibilities. But your feelings for him were the one thing that shone with absolutely clarity through it all.

“I love you, too darling girl” He murmured, holding you tightly.

The trip to Target was fairly uneventful, only a few whispers and less-than-subtle snipe shots with cellphones. You filled in the holes in your wardrobe, and purchased a swimsuit as you had noticed he had a pool. There was a moment where you lingered in front of the maternity wear but moved one once he gently squeezed your shoulders. You also stocked up on morning-sickness supplies.

Over the next few days, you worked together with Austin to explore employment options for you in Los Angeles, and had basically ruled out adoption by the time Dr. Sidhu called on Thursday. Her report was the pregnancy was fully viable and healthy – as much as could be determined at that stage.

When you were hungry, Austin would take you to some of his favourite places to sample local foods. When you were sick, he would hold your hair and pat your face with a cool cloth. You took walks around the neighbourhood and swims in his pool, he showed you his favourite movies. But above all you talked. You speculated and dreamed about what the future would be depending on the decision you would make, and all the while Monday marched ever closer.

You were enjoying a last evening swim, more of a float honestly, when he asked a question you could tell he had been contemplating for quite some time.

“When you asked me…begged me…not to propose…Can I ask why?” He murmured, chin resting on his forearms propped on the edge of your penguin floatie.

You shifted to look at him properly, the plastic squeaking with your movements, because it was a serious question that deserved an answer with eye contact.

“If you ever propose to me, Austin…” You exhaled shakily at the heady thought. “I want it to be from a place of love. Because you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Not because there’s any sense of obligation or duty about it. Because I never ever want to give you cause to resent me…”

You can see him flinch a little at the last part of your statement and your stomach plummets as, despite your attempt to choose your words carefully, you’ve still hurt him.

“I wish you knew I could never resent you…” He whispered.

You frowned and carefully slid off the floatie into the water, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his cheeks gently.

“I know you would never ever intend to. I don’t want us to do something we don’t need to, just because they think we should. That would put us on a path to resentment. I’m sorry that I’m not…better at explaining it…I love you very much and it’s not never it’s just not for this reason alone?” You crinkled your nose as it still didn’t seem to suffice, but no further words were necessary as his lips slotted against yours firmly.

What ensued was a frantic coupling against the edge of the pool, with the bottom of your swimsuit pushed aside as his trunks dropped to free his cock to plunge deep inside you. You pressed your cheek tightly to his, fingers digging into his shoulders as you whimpered needily. His own breathy moans and declarations of love caressed your ear. His fingers sought your clit, quick and insistent, coaxing your orgasm to scream towards you at an alarming pace. You dropped your face to smother your startled shout into the crook of his shoulder as you convulsed around him fiercely.

“Fuck!” He barked loudly and you laughed in shock before slamming your mouth over his to swallow the further curses that erupted from him as he came eagerly.

The pair of you paused a moment to catch your breath before making your way upstairs to get ready for, and slide into, bed. Sleep came easily at first, just a whispered thought that only a few days remained before your next appointment echoed through your mind before peaceful nothingness won out. It was not until the darkest hours of the night, some time between midnight and four when it was most common for those fighting for their lives to succumb to the end, that you woke with a racing heart. The darkness of the room felt like it was smothering you, making it impossible to fully inflate your aching lungs.

You threw off the blankets, feeling at once both hot and cold, and padded into the safety of the bathroom. Perhaps it was the cool, flat surfaces of the tile and marble that brought you comfort – they did not feel as though they were sucking and dragging you down like the softness of the bed and the plush carpet. You came to rest with your back against the free-standing tub, knees hugged to your chest, and tried to focus on unclenching your jaw…on taking longer, deeper breaths, on untangling your thoughts to pinpoint the epicenter of your panic attack.

“Oh, little bean…” You whispered shakily, sniffling and wiping at tears spilling from your eyes. “I don’t think I have the courage to do this…” You gulped back a flood of fresh, hot tears.

“It’s a good thing you’re not doing it alone then, darling girl” A groggy voice echoed off the hard surfaces of the bathroom, making you jump violently.

As he gently grasped your shoulders, and his warmth and scent enveloped you, you were at last able to process that you had woken Austin in your panicked flight from the bed and he had come to check on you. He settled onto the floor beside you, and you tucked yourself tightly into his arms, the shaking lessening, the heaving of your chest abating.

“I can’t…Austin I can’t let little bean go I’m…I went and fell in love with them…” You looked up to him apologetically, but at the same time felt a deep and comforting peace seeping through your limbs as you finally acknowledged the intense affection that had been swelling in your heart.

You watched his lips twitch slowly into a smile, watched him fight it to remain serious and focused on you.

“But I’m so scared of what that means…” You whispered, a tremor creeping back into your voice.

His lips pressed to the top of your head and your eyes slid shut at the comfort that gesture bathed you in.

“I’m not going to lie…I am terrified too…But helping you raise little bean will be my greatest honour…”

You didn’t even give him a chance to finish the statement. Didn’t even give yourself a chance to process what it felt like to hear him say the words ‘little bean’. Your lips were pressed tightly to his as you clung to him on the bathroom floor, standing on the precipice of the great unknown. But you knew you would be able to move forward because you had at last made a united decision.

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Postscript: Surprise, surprise, surprise…I couldn’t end it in three…There will be an epilogue! Which is to say I am quite confident none of you are surprised in the least.

[sangorous]

[𝟎𝟖] 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?

𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

Today was the day that Ichigo came back from Japan. [your name] was excited but also nervous. She wasn't sure where she and Ichigo stood. From their kiss on Christmas to them spending time in her room just talking, and kissing more; what were they? She was hoping that he felt the same way she felt and that they could finally move forward.

She believed that they were ready to be in a relationship, and she was ready to be with him. The question real question lay within him, was he ready to be in a relationship? [your name] felt as if he was ready, but who was she to make the decision for him?

The nervousness took over her body as she stared at her phone, it was 3:30 in the afternoon. He should be here at any minute now, so she got up from her seat. It's not like she wasn't hard to miss, she was only two inches shorter than him. She fixed her pink puffer jacket and waved her head side to side, looking for Ichigo.

"[your name]?" his voice wasn't faint, she could tell he was close.

"Ichigo?" she shouted, walking to the sound of his voice.

"Yeah, I'm right," she felt herself stopping, and there he was. His index finger was on her forehead as he sighed.

"Talk about, 'yeah I'll be able to find you easily,'," he joked, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Whatever, you better hope I don't leave you here to get an uber or lyft," she huffed, crossing her arms. He couldn't help but chuckle as he followed her out of the airport and to her car.

He found the little attitude she had cute, the way her ponytail swayed side to side as she tried to out-walk him. Her hot pink puffer jacket and black jumpsuit fit her nicely. He'd catch her turning her head to the side to see if he was still laughing and he was, but only because this time she was the one that was annoyed.

The two made it to her car where he placed his suitcase and duffel bag in the trunk, before joining her in the passenger seat. Closing the door, he sighed and threw his head back a bit. The plane ride back wasn't helpful for him, the sleep he tried to get was limited. The seat was uncomfortable, and then he had a little kid kicking his seat. He would think that giving the little boy a death glare, he would stop.

"Lemme guess, the ride back wasn't it?" she snickered a bit, starting the car.

A sarcastic laugh left Ichigo's lips as he looked at her, "funny... because the brat was a bit stubborn like someone I know," he muttered the last part, causing her to stop the snickering.

"You actually suck..." she mumbled while he smiled, closing his eyes. Maybe he could take a peaceful nap before they arrived back at the dorm.

↳ ❝ [𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄] ¡! ❞

The two were back at his dorm, laid out on the carpet. [your name]'s head on top of Ichigo while love by Dean played through the speakers. He could fall asleep at any moment now, so what was stopping her from asking him the question that's been on her mind ever since he was gone.

"Hey..." [your name] trailed off, turning to look at Ichigo.

"Yes?" he let a yawn out, turning to look at her.

"Never mind," she sighed, quickly looking back at the ceiling.

"You sure?" he rubbed his eyes, letting another yawn out.

"Yeah, all this yawnin' got me tired, and you should prolly take a nap," she gave him a fake smile.

He slowly got up from the carpet, helping her up in the process. He tiredly climbed up his bed, grabbing [your name]. The bed felt soft to him, then again he was sleeping on a plane. It felt better once [your name] wrapped her arms around his waist, and he hoped she'd never let go.

Tonight, he had something planned for her. Something special, an early valentine's present. For now, he needed to rest before he left.

↳ ❝ [𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄] ¡! ❞

He was as quiet as a mouse, sneaking out of his dorm room. The first place he needed to go to was your favorite restaurant. He'd preorder your favorite meal for you two to eat tonight, and it was ready for pickup. He then stopped by the store and brought a picnic blanket with some lights, a basket, some fruits, and some drinks. She'd seem like a white wine type of girl, so he was hoping that white wine would be okay with her.

Everything was now brought, and he was at the park close by the dorm. There, he'd set everything up.

Now, it was time for him to go back to the dorm to pick her up.

[your name] on the other hand, had just waken up from her nap. She grabbed the sticky note that was on her forehead with a sigh before reading it. 'Meet me by the park near the dorms," is what the sticky note read.

Getting up with a slight sigh, she grabbed her sandals and a jacket before she left his dorm. The park wasn't that far from the dorm, so she should be able to be there in a good ten minutes.

As she walked up to the park, she saw the dim lights that were hung up on the tree and on the tent. There, sat Ichigo with the basket in his hand. 'There was no way that this was Ichigo,' she thought to herself.

"You made it," he sighed in relief, watching her sit down next to him.

"What is all of this?" she looked around her while he scratched the back of his neck.

There go his nerves once again, why the fuck was he nervous? Just say everything that you had planned out back in Japan.

"I know you were probably wondering where we stood after Christmas eve and day. So while I was away with my family, I had time to think of how I wanted to do this. So I thought, 'why not wait for Valentine's day or the day before,' to set up a nice small picnic. [your name], I really do like you. A lot actually, which is kind of wild for me to say. It's been a while since I've liked someone this much and very quickly, and I think I'm ready to be in a relationship with you. Only if you're down and ready? If you're not, I can wait," this is what she was waiting for.

"Of course!" she smiled, throwing her arms above his shoulders.

"I was waitin' for you to say somethin'," she added while he chuckled.

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[madmanwonder]

type prompt crossover

After meeting Natsu dragneel, Ichika Kurosaki decided to follow forming a unusual bond between the pink-haired dragon slayer.

Ichika found her brown eyes looking at the pink-haired man, Natsu Dragneel, the one she made a unusual bond with. Seeing him laughing and cheering on with the winged blue-furred cat-like creature called Happy who was eating a horse-sized fish they've caught.

Her severe, brooding frown formed into a small smile as she folded her arms and stare at the two idiots with a sense of contentment in her heart. Especially with Natsu who might be a hot-headed idiot, but he was also her charming and loving hot-headed idiot.

'I guess this bond with him wouldn't be so bad.' Ichika thought with sardonic mirth and amusement in her beautiful, strong, shimmering brown eyes.

[timetravellingshinigami]

Trans male ichigo or even Fem Ichigo gotta be my fave genders.

That's personally my ideal body type. Saw these manga panels as a teen and it cemented in my brain Ichigo as trans.