#Isshin Kurosaki

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Isshin Kurosaki x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dirty talk, overstimulation, shibari, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader!receiving), daddy kink, marking the partner, hair pulling, praise kink, possessiviness, pussy slapping, edging, orgasm denial, dom!Grimmjow, dom!Shinji, dom!Isshin, small age gap between Isshin and the reader, sub!reader;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

This man is a menace. A predator, he is keen to devour you messily, obviously. When he eats you out, Grimmjow makes you feel like a hapless antelope chased down the savanna by a leopard, caged in his chokehold, quite literally. His nails felt like claws digging onto your thighs to keep you in place at his mercy. In his shimmering piercing blue eyes, you did not fail to recognize the panther living inside of him. Grimmjow was a wild animal, you had to deal with it.

When he feasted on you, he always did it as if he was a starving man. He lapped, groaned, manhandled you to accomodate you in a position he enjoyed the most in that very moment and he even slapped your pussy, if you dared to protest.

Albeit he could be rough, though, he would have never hurt you.

Grimmjow was not a man prone to pour his heart out in tear-jerker love confessions. After telling you he liked you, he meant it and confined himself to territorial gestures and passionate nights of lust and love. His ownership over you was already established, yet he loved to remind you of how deeply he cared about you and your ultimate pleasure by spending hours with his face buried between your legs.

He could never get enough of you, of your taste, of the way you writhed beneath the licks he gave you. His tongue lapped at your core non-stop, his feline eyes scrutinizing in delight the way your face scrunched up, as he made you navigate the different seas of lust and pleasure.

As you laid on your back, his hands keeping your legs spread in front of his face, his mouth worked on your pussy to make sure not a single inch of your flesh was left untouched. You could swear you had even heard him growl as you bucked your hips up erratically. As a reflex, your knees spasmed and you attempted to close your legs. Wrong choice. Terrible accident.

“Keep your fucking legs like that, woman” he rasped out, forcing them back down as he shot you a resentful glare through his lashes.

You whimpered, hands covering your face in dispair as you panted “G–Grimmjow, baby, I’m sorry! It’s too much…” you gingerly whined, only to hear him snort and flick his tongue over your sensitive clit as a delectable form of punishment.

“You better be sorry. Look at you, soaking wet, and trying to rob me of my meal. Stop bitching around” he chided you, making you gawk as your hand reached out to grasp a pillow and you playfully hit him with it over his head.

This was such a natural course of events for you two. Moments of domestic tenderness and play time paired up with steamy activities. Maybe, deep down, you had truly tamed him!

Grimmjow groaned and slapped your folds as a payback, making you regret having chuckled at him and his dumbfounded expression the moment the fluffy pillow had landed on his face. Had you, by any chance, forgotten who was in charge? The audacity of acting like an alpha, when he was supposed to be the one, at least in bed, was surely going too far.

“You little pest, you know what? I’m done tongue-fucking you. On your hands and knees, now” the blue-haired former Espada ordered you, standing back up and unbuckling his belt right before your now rounded eyes.

Oh, well, your little stunts always led to him sheathing himself deep into you and hours spent in sitting down with a certain discomfort. Little did he know you always tried to piss him off to get pinned down like that and, honestly, he did not feel like complaining.

Not when he could mark you down over and over again.

Shinji Hirako.

Your boyfriend and his unhealthy, enervating, obnoxious obsession for doing things in unconventional ways had repercussions on sex too at times. While it was always an enjoyable experience, there were days it could lead you to insanity. Shinji loved to vary. You surely could not say sex with him was static, basic. On the contrary, it was appallingly turbolent. Along with loving to give you oral, Shinji literally put you in every possible position humanly practicable.

Upside down, preferably.

Dangling from the ceiling, ropes meticulously tying your limbs, you whimpered at the feeling of Shinji’s pierced tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. Your body shrieked, jaw going slack as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the sensation to its fullest. His sarcastic and infuriatingly childish attitude were reflected by his actions. He was born to tease you, to break you down piece by piece, until you were nothing but a whining mass of sweat and pleas.

“Your hole clenching around nothing is calling me, babe. Can you hear it whisper to me? Atta girl, you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me” your boyfriend crooned, his lips still hovering over your dripping sex, amber eyes drifting down your body until he made eye-contact with you.

Arching your back, a breathy moan ripped from your throat, your movements restricted by the ropes amplifying your perception to the maximum level “Shinji! Baby, please, just … Just add a finger, I can’t do this anymore” you begged him, teary eyes meeting his cunning ones, through your eyelashes.

Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he had brought you close to the edge only to let you down on the verge of your orgasm. He loved watching you bewailing, wiggling around, when all you could do was begging him to just finish you off. It was satisfying, amusing even.

“Damn, this greedy pussy’s so hungry for me. Have you heard her, babe? She wants a finger to fill her up! Fine, fine, I think it’s time to feed her. Brace yourself” Shinji casually chimed them, eyeing you amusedly with his characteristic shit-eating grin plastered over his face.

He was overly sassy, when it came down to you and your presumably pathetic antics. Testing your endurance, your patience, your self-control were delectable activities he loved to involve in your intercourses. His divious ways of unraveling you piece by piece, watching you unfold before his sharp eyes radiated a very much unparalleled sadistic aura you had never seen in anyone else before him.

The moment he glided his finger down your slit, temporizing for a little longer around your opening, before finally burying his finger into you, made you almost sob in need. Eyes squeezed shut, you shrieked, foreteeth sinking onto your lower lip almost causing it to bleed. It was still not enough, you needed more, you needed him.

Your feeble protests did not go unnoticed, though, and your partner was kind of feeling guilty for having edged you for so long. He sighed, ducking his face back down to your heat, darting his tongue out to swirl it over your clitoris. Adding a second finger, he began to scissor them into you at a fast tempo, the silver sphere on his tongue stimulating you in the right spots.

“Shinji! Babe, I’m— Shit!” you cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure coiling on your lower abdomen making it hard for you to stammer out a sensible speech.

Out of your head, breathless, knackered, you arched your spine and the sound of your strained moan eachoed through the walls of your empty flat. Finally, he had let you reach your pined climax. Chin glistening, coated by your juices, Shinji took a step back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

That smug smile of his never ceased to make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Your pussy has such ‘a foul mouth’, when I eat her out. Yer should tell her to behave, damn it” he jested, earning a tired eye-roll from your behalf. Asking him to keep his attitude on check was the equivalent of talking to a wall.

“Untie me now, Hikaro Shinji. Or I will be delighted to show you how foul my mouth can really be” you countered back, only for him to snicker and begin to loosen up the ropes restraining your limbs.

After all, you were both far from being done and you were sure as hell not going to let his tantrum slide that easily.

Isshin Kurosaki.

The things this man would do for you go beyond your fervid imagination. He is not a boy, he is a man, husband material to be precise. Isshin knows how to please a woman and, according to him, the best part about giving you pleasure and incommensurable bliss is watching you unfold before his adoring eyes. One thing about him: you are his queen and priority. He would literally neglect his own urges and needs to take care or yours.

“I think I will skip the dessert tonight” Isshin announced, wiping his mouth with a napkin, eying you through his dark eyelashes from the other side of the table.

You knew exactly what he meant by that and you unconsciously found yourself pressing your thighs together under the table.

“You skip the dessert, but maybe you have had too much wine” you teased him back, albeit you played along his goofy game of seduction and shot a coquettish gaze towards him.

Isshin grinned and stood up, stretching his arms over his head, before he circled the table and stopped right next to you. His eyes devoured you, as he dragged your chair along the floor, parting you from the table with ease. He always made you feel as light as a feather, his strength something he was so proud of.

Cocking your head to the side questioningly, you flicked your gaze up to him “What are you up to now?” you inquired, watching the way he dropped to his knees right in front of you. He had insisted for you to wear that dress all day long and now you could finally see why he had been a literal pest.

His hands carefully hiked up the flowy skirt of your dress, his smile widening as you did not hesitate to be collaborative and hold it up in your hands while be settled his hands on each of your rotula, cupping it and pushing your legs apart for him. When he went down on you, Isshin never put you through too much trouble. He specifically asked you to simply enjoy the experience and pull at his hair. He spoiled you, he lavished you.

His hot breath fanning your clothed sex made you suck in a breath and he leisurely tugged the hem of your panties to the side to expose your folds to his longing eyes.

“Hush, baby, let daddy enjoy his well-deserved dessert, alright? I need it so badly, baby. It’s been so long since I did it” he dramatized the situation, eliciting a chuckle from you as his tongue tickled your clit.

“But, daddy, you did it yesterday morning on your desk! – you pointed out, lolling your head back as you securely tangled your fingers between his hair, tugging at them gently – Was it not enough?” you asked him, hips bucking up unintentionally and pulling a husky grunt out of him.

Enough? Of course it was not enough. This man loved nipping, lapping and sucking your pussy dry. He needed to do it, at least, twice a day.

Before his tongue could finally dive into your wet cavern, he knitted his eyebrows together, scoffing “That’s offensive. You left me starving, darling. Let daddy be happy, please, be a good girl” he pleaded you, his mouth leaving a sloppy kiss over your pubes before his tongue made you see stars.

Keeping it low with him was impossible. Either you laughed out loud, or you let out pornographic screams of pleasure hard not to hear down the streets.

Especially, when he left the window open for letting people covet what was rightfully his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m so glad I have finally completed this series! Maybe, one day, when my requests will be opened again, I will add other characters too but as for now let’s just enjoy these ones. As per usual, your support means a lot! Thanks for having read this piece and I hope you’ve drawn enough enjoyment to simp for those folks. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Also, writing for Isshin has been hell on Earth, help🥹

Until next,

x o x o

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[deathberi]

I’m here to protect [save] you.

[smol-ackerman]

THEY WERE SO MADE FOR EACH OTHER 🥺❤️

BLEACH: THE BLOOD WARFARE Ep. 12 - Everything but the Rain "June Truth"

[barongraphin]

[aurora-313]

Anyone ever thought about how Bleach's greatest tragedy is Ichigo's desire was to fight fate but has never had a shred of agency his entire life?

Even when Ichigo sincerely believes he's acting of his own accord; he's merely the puppet dancing to another's strings?

Aizen manipulated his parents into meeting, manipulated Rukia into meeting him.

Kisuke manipulated Ichigo from behind the scenes while Ichigo tried to save Rukia, forcing him to learn skills waaaay above his paygrade before he was remotely ready to further Kisuke's own plans. It could be argued that Ichigo's entire existence was planned according to Kisuke's designs.

Isshin manipulated/forced him to learn Deux Ex Saigo no Getsuga Tenshou without telling him the cost, because apparently it was the 'only way' - despite having Kisuke "I plan for ten thousand scenarios" Urahara on his side. And did little in the way of helping his powerless literally soul-torn son cope with the monumental sacrifice after the fact.

Ginjo Kugo and his followers manipulated Ichigo by stringing along the prospect of gaining Fullbring, so they could steal it to have their revenge on Soul Society. Made easier due to the aforementioned apparent lack of support from Isshin.

Sword!Yhwach has manipulated Ichigo the entire time by turning him against his own soul, sabotaging his growth and ability to harness his powers.

Ichibei manipulated him into undergoing that trial to turn him into a Soul King vessel with the intention of chopping him up as the replacement.

Yhwach manipulated Ichigo into killing the Soul King.

"Give me a blade to shatter fate." is a sad joke and poor Ichigo is the walking punchline.

No wonder why no one told him anything about himself until the last minute. An ignorant tool is an easily manipulated tool.

[axolott2]

Im drawing one bleach character per day !!! They're sketches for now but ill probably can them more later

[brittscafe]

this would be very random request but okay- (feel free to delete if you're not comfortable with it and it's lengthy so my apologies 😵‍💫)

How would Shunsui, Shinji, Kensei, (grown up) Toshiro, (young and captain of 10th division) Isshin and Gin would react to f!chubby!reader with big chest who is like 3th seat in their division for some time now and who was incredibly shy, easily flustered, a bit sensitive and introverted (a lot i know, im sorry 😭) at first but slowly become more comfortable with them, more relaxed and less anxious and stiff with everything and everyone, more joking around (reader have dark and silly humor too) and surprisingly more touchy but not in a sexual way, just like-occasional hug, kiss on a cheek, upper front body pressed against his back while she explains something to him, hand brushing with her captain even a massage to relax them when it's he's stressed when they don't have a job to do or paperwork to finish.

to the request finally (😭), what if reader makes tempting, unexpected offer; like they have some work to do (say paperwork or some not so important thing to do-cleaning or something like that) or something more personal like she have to have a dinner with her brother and mother and she lied she have a boyfriend so she just say.

"I need your help ! I'll do anything in return!! I'II write every one of your reports! I’ll even cook for you! I'II even suck your d-"

and she immediately slaps her mouth shut, shocked by her own words, room was pure silence, and of course just breathed of both of them is heard. (let’s say it’s already very late in their shared office, so they are free to do anything)

Make it just humor and suggestive or make it more, if possible make it in form of headcanons! Thank you for your time! Sending lots of love and hugs! ❤️‍🩹

omgggg haha I love this! Much loveeeee 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Shunsui: You walk into your captain's office and his soft, husky eyes flicker up to yours.

"Hey, I've got some paperwork for you," Shunsui chimes out, a smile on his face and holding out a stack of paperwork. Your eyes widen and you let out a heavy sigh.

Shunsui cocks an eyebrow at your heavy sigh. "I have plans, captain Kyoraku," you explain and he chuckles slightly.

"I understand that, but just do these and then you may leave," Shunsui explains with a calm voice and you walk up to him, swiping the papers from his hand.

Your eyes rake over the papers and you chew on your bottom lip. You will never get these done in time for dinner.

"Will you help me with them, please?" you pout and Shunsui runs his tongue over his bottom lip, shaking his head.

"No, y/n. I suggest you start on them now so you may go attend your plans for the evening," Shunsui speaks softly and you press your lips together.

"Please, Shunsui! I'll do anything in return! I'll write every one of your reports, I'll buy you an endless supply of sake, or I'll even suck your d-" your voice rambles on and Shunsui's heart skips a beat at the last sentence that you don't finish.

You slap your hand over your mouth as your stomach twists into uneasy knots. You lock eyes with your captain and you feel your face go red hot.

Shunsui chuckles deeply, standing up from his chair and you gulp at the way his figure swallows you up. He stands in front of you, mere inches in between your bodies.

"That's a tempting offer, y/n," Shunsui speaks hoarsely, eyes flickering down to your breasts peeking out from your uniform. You feel your body tingle and his eyes lift back up to your eyes.

He reaches his hand up and cups your face, his warm hand making your heart skip a beat.

"I-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that," you stutter out and Shunsui's lips curl into a wide grin. Shunsui's thumb brushes over your cheek and he leans his head down.

"You go and do whatever plans you have mind. I'll finish the paperwork. How about you meet me in my office afterwards?" Shunsui whispers, his warm lips hovering above yours.

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to make the tingly feeling go away from your core. Shunsui bites on his bottom lip and you nod your head.

Shunsui takes a step back and you quickly leave his office, giddy and excited for tonight.

Shinji: You're laying down on the couch, your legs resting over Shinji's as he's focused on his phone. You lift your leg up and nudge him slightly.

Shinji tears his gaze away from his phone and he gazes over at you, cocking an eyebrow.

"Are we almost done here?" you ask curiously.

"We've got to clean up the mess the other squad members made with that party," Shinji explains and you scoff quietly.

"Oh, come on, Shinji! I've got plans," you whine out, sitting up on the couch.

"Oh really? With who?" Shinji asks, a sly smirk across his face.

"M-my boyfriend," you shrug your shoulders, glancing away. Shinji scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out at you. His tongue piercing glistens in the dim lighting.

"You are a horrible liar. Now, come on," Shinji urges you and your lips curve down into a tiny frown.

"No, Shinji! I'll do anything if you let me get out of this!" you beg him.

"Like what?" Shinji asks, crossing his arms over his chest and shooting you a firm glance.

"I'll do all the paperwork, I'll deal with Hiyori for you, I'll even cook for you, I'll suck your d-!" you immediately stop speaking, your heart sinking into the soles of your feet.

Shinji's breath hitches in his throat and his wide eyes meet yours. You sink down in your figure and the room becomes silent. Shinji feels his cock grow hard inside of his pants at the thought and he adjusts his pants.

"Now...that is an offer I just cannot refuse, my dear y/n," Shinji drawls out his voice, wryly and slyly. A lump gets stuck in your throat as Shinji grabs onto your shoulders and presses you into the couch.

He climbs on top of you and his face is so close to yours. You can feel his warm breath fanning over your lips. Suddenly, Shinji bursts out laughing in your face and you knit your eyebrows together.

"Why are you laughing?" you speak quietly and Shinji snorts quietly, shaking his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Y/n, that is a lovely offer, but I'm gonna have to take your offer up another time. Maybe, tomorrow if you're free?" Shinji asks, drawing his lips dangerously close to yours.

You open your mouth to speak, but Shinji roughly presses his lips to yours. You groan into his mouth, your heart skipping a beat. His lips are warm and soft against yours.

"So, tomorrow?" Shinji asks, pulling away from the heated kiss and you blink with surprise.

"Sure," you reply, trapped underneath his lustful gaze.

"Run along and go have dinner with your fake boyfriend. I'll be waiting," Shinji shoots you a quick wink.

Kensei: Your gaze is stuck on your captain, unable to be shaken up by anything and focused on the movements of the broom he's dragging along the floor.

Your back hurts and all you want to do is go have a nice dinner with your friends. Instead you're here with your captain, cleaning up the hallway.

Your stomach grumbles quietly and rings throughout Kensei's eardrums. Your eyes widen as Kensei stops sweeping the dusty ground.

"Are you hungry, y/n?" Kensei chuckles out, glancing over at you and cocking an eyebrow. Your face gets hotter by the second as his eyes are on you and you lower your head.

"You have no idea," you sigh out and Kensei smirks widely.

"I would say go get dinner, but we need to clean first. Everyone else seemed to make the biggest mess tonight," Kensei sighs deeply.

"Ugh, Kensei please! I'm so hungry I could literally eat a horse!" you whine out. Kensei throws his head back and lets out a loud chuckle that fills the room.

"After we clean, I'll treat you to some dinner y/n," Kensei suggests and you roll your eyes.

"Please! I'll do anything if you let me go right now. I'll deal with Mashiro and Hiyori, I'll cook you dinner everyday, I'll even suck your di-!" your voice starts to trail off.

Kensei's wide eyes don't leave yours and you gulp. You're glad that Kensei is usually calm and collected.

"Ok," Kensei speaks up and your heart skips a beat.

"What do you mean ok?!" you raise your voice, grabbing a nearby pillow from the couch and throwing it at him. Kensei huffs out and easily dodges the pillow.

"I'm kidding, geez. I'm assuming you didn't mean to say that out loud...you can go ahead and go home," Kensei clears his throat, red spreading across his cheeks.

"Oh, thank you!" you giggle out, rushing out of the office and leaving Kensei a embarrassed puddle.

Toshiro: His head is buried in the paperwork, pen scribbling on the papers rapidly. You let out a heavy sigh that fills the room and catches Toshiro's attention.

He lifts his head up from the paper and sets his pen down. He turns his head towards you and his eyes have a tired gleam over them.

"What's wrong?" Toshiro asks with a firm voice.

"Nothing," you mumble out. Toshiro shifts his weight and shoots you a glance.

"Tell me," Toshiro demands with a harsh tone and you roll your eyes with annoyance.

"I have an important dinner with my boyfriend," you explain and you feel Toshiro's gaze sharpen and darken.

"And you think that dinner with your boyfriend is more important than your duties?" Toshiro asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Of course not, but come on! I'll do anything for you! I'll cook, clean, hell I'll even suck your d-"

Toshiro's breath hitches in his throat and your jaw drops open to the ground.

You can't believe you just said that...out loud.

"Do you really think that's appropriate to say to your captain?" Toshiro scoffs out, raising his eyebrows. Toshiro's snow white hair covers the tips of his ears turning bright red and burning.

"No, Captain Hitsugaya," you mumble out, lowering your head with shame.

"Geez, what an embarrassment. Go home, y/n and have dinner with your boyfriend if you're that desperate," Toshiro scoffs out, hiding back a smile.

You glance over at him and nod your head, mumbling a soft sorry before bolting out the door.

Isshin: You and Isshin steal glances over at each other from across the room. You've been arguing about him letting you go home early and he won't budge.

"Oh, come on, Isshin! I'll do anything for you. I'll cook for you, I'll clean up everything, I'll even suck your di-"

The color from Isshin's face floods away and his cheeks turn bright red. His breath hitches in his throat as he slowly turns his head to you.

You're awaiting for his reaction, expecting a bad one. Isshin starts to burst out laughing and you knit your eyebrows together. He slowly walks up to you and pats your shoulder.

Your body rattles and his laughter rings in your eardrums. "Of course, you can go home early!" Isshin chuckles out and your eyes widen.

You waste no time in leaving Isshin's office, sure to be ashamed of your words tomorrow and everyday until your death.

Gin: You and Gin are relishing in the silence in your shared office.

"Hey, I'm going to head out. I have some dinner plans," you explain and Gin lifts his head up from the pile of papers.

"Ah, I don't think so," Gin speaks up, that stupid sly grin still across his pale face. You scoff quietly and pout, pushing your bottom lip.

"Why not?" you whine out, huffing and puffing.

"I need you for 10 more minutes. You can do 10 more minutes, right?" Gin asks, towering above you.

"No, I really can't! Come on, Gin! I'll do anything for you. What do you want? I'll make you cookies, bring you sake, or I'll even suck your di-"

It's like Gin doesn't even react to the words that just came out of your mouth, he just stands there and stares at you. Your heart is slamming against your chest and you just wish Gin would stop staring a goddamn hole through your head.

"Well, since you're offering," Gin shrugs his shoulders, that stupid sly smile across his pale face. Your eyes widen in awe as Gin's hand slowly reaches into his uniform and down into his boxers.

You quickly spin around on your feet and bury your flustered face into the palm of your hands.

"I'm kidding. Go home," Gin chuckles out, shaking his head with disbelief. His narrow eyes watch as you rush out of the office, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"Silly girl," Gin mumbles underneath his breath, running his fingers through his silver hair.

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the 'Kon :)' in the list of things you're pleased about in aeiwam has be EXCITED please tell us more (if you want to)!

Soon after Masaki died, Isshin Kurosaki moved his family. It's mostly because the original clinic didn't feel haunted- if Masaki's spirit were still here, Isshin would know what to do, but instead he felt like his heels were dogged by the hole where she used to be.

It didn't hurt that the new place was larger, in a better school district, and closer to his friend Ryukken. He's almost feeling cheerful about the new place when Ichigo runs up the stairs and from room to room before calling dibs on one, because he's a big kid now and doesn't want to sleep where he has to listen to his dad snoring all night >:(.

Isshin felt slightly less cheerful when he looked out the big window in Ichigo's room to determine if he needs to put up some child safety grates, and realized their new neighbor was a taxidermist.

"I feel like it gives them a sort of dignity- A Life After Life, if you will." she said when he went by to make sure his neighbor was only eccentric and not something out of a horror movie. He wasn't entirely sure which, actually- Ms. Tanaka was an octogenarian with skin like tissue paper and a back like a question mark, but her living room was a veritable zoo of reconstituted animals, many of them former pets, if the number of domestic cats was anything to go by.

"Oh. Yeah!" Isshin grinned, terrified, and was struck by the idea of some goon in the 12th division slavering in the afterlife, desperate for her to shuffle off the mortal coil and bring her undoubted skills with dead bodies to R&D. "We've always been very spiritual people."

(Continued under the readmore)

"Oh, just like the nice young man who used to live in your house!" said Ms. Tanaka, sitting down in her armchair that was adorned by an ostentatious past-tense peacock perched on the back. "Odd fellow. Worked nights, spoke like he was born in the Sengoku Era or something, but very nice."

"He's BEAUTIFUL!" said Ichigo, staring in awe at an enormous Ginger Tabby Cat by the window, mounted in repose on a emerald velvet cat bed. Ms. Tanaka had done an excellent job conveying a sense of benevolent egotism on his whiskered face, but Ichigo's growing fascination with the Macabre was beginning to worry his father- Ichigo had seen the taxidermy stoat in the back window and INSISTED on coming along.

"Isn't he?" beamed Ms. Tanaka. "His name is Bostov! He was my very best friend for many years."

"Wow! Can I pet him?" Ichigo asked, eyes wide with delight.

"Ichigo, that's uh- that's not a real kitty-" Isshin began to sputter.

"Of course he's a real kitty!" Ms. Tanaka laughed, a noise like an ungreased gate. "You can pet him if you're very gentle." Ichigo stroked the deceased animal with exceptional delicacy for an overexcited Kindergartner. "He's so soft!" he gasped.

"Do you like him?" asked Ms. Tanaka.

"I LOVE HIM!" Said Ichigo, cheeks flushed and eyes bright for the first time in months now. Perhaps having a distant relative of the Addams family for a neighbor isn't so bad, if her creepy hobby cheers Ichigo up... Isshin sighed.

"In that case, why don't you take him home with you?" Smiled Ms. Tanaka. "I'm sure he'll be a good friend to you too."

"UH." Isshin blurted out, nearly spilling his tea on a flock of quail under the side-table.

"I have SO MANY friends in my home with me- it's bordering on a fire hazard!" Ms. Tanaka chuckled. "I'd be delighted to send him to a home where he'll be loved. Please- consider him my housewarming present!"

"CAN WE? CAN WE TAKE HIM HOME? PLEASE DAD??PLEEEEEEEASE-!!" Ichigo asked, stars in his eyes.

Isshin froze, horrified at the prospect of having... That. In his house. Watching him. ...and at the same time, completely unwilling to dash his little boy's dreams.

"yEaH oKaY." Isshin grimaced, soaked in a cold sweat.

*****

Bostov The Former Cat was bad enough, but at least the taxidermy beast 'lived' on Ichigo's bedroom dresser and not down in the living room where Isshin would have to look at it's green glass eyes, which seemed to follow him around the room. It wasn't right having a hollow thing in the house like that- any wandering spirit could decide to climb in there! He resolved to have it warded, but Kisuke said he was on a trip to the Caribbean for "Botanical Research" , and wouldn't be back until "After the Big Holiday on the 20th". Isshin hung up the phone, groaned and rubbed his face. It was fairly late, and he was still at the kitchen table, going through all of the licensing paperwork to get the clinic up and running.

"Hey Dad?" Ichigo asked, holding up a small plastic toy. "What's 'Soul Candy'?"

"Soul Cand-?" Isshin frowned, turned to look at the toy and nearly jumped out of his skin, swiping it away from the boy. "WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS? DID YOU EAT ANY??"

"...it was upstairs, in the back of my closet." Ichigo pouted. "-and no, I didn't eat any strange closet candy. I'm not stupid."

"Oh thank the Gods..." Isshin sighed, sitting back down at the table and shaking the small, duck-headed pill dispenser. Empty. "-I'm sorry I yelled Ichigo, but this is Very Dangerous stuff."

Ichigo arched an incredulous Eyebrow at him. "Really? Is this the same kind of dangerous that the half my Halloween candy you confiscated and ate was?"

"Ah- well. No. That was Dad Tax. This is actually dangerous. Here, come sit with me a minute." he pulled out the other chair at the kitchen table. "Remember how I told you about the ghost that lived in my attic when I was your age?"

"The Shinigami?" Ichigo asked.

Isshin did not *enjoy* lying to his children, but a little knowledge was a dangerous thing, and not enough even more so, so he'd concocted a little fantasy to explain why he knew all about ghosts and why the children never saw their grandparents, so he could tell them about the dangers of this world without telling them too much.

"That's right- His name was Kaien Shiba, and he was a Soul Reaper. At night, he'd turn into a ghost and leave his body behind, and go escort spirits to the afterlife or fight hollows." Isshin said. he'd named the fictional soul reaper after his favorite nephew in a fit of inspiration- he'd started telling Ichigo a tale from his days as a Shinigami one night after slightly too many drinks and had to convince Ichigo that that was only a distant acquaintance.

"...Like what killed Mom." Ichigo muttered.

"Um. Yeah." Isshin nodded.

They were silent for a moment.

"-Anyway, the way he turned into a ghost was that he'd swallow one of these little candies that would come in these tubes-" Isshin pulled the duck's head back to show Ichigo the mechanism. "-and Poof! he'd jump out of his body as a ghost so he could use magic to save people! But-there was a little soul inside the candy that would come out and take care of his body while he was away! Like a babysitter, but for his own butt! After a few hours, the little soul would stop working, and Kain would be home to climb back in."

Ichigo blinked at the mechanism, thinking. "So. There's a little person in these candies?"

"If there were any in here, yeah." Said Isshin. "They're not like. Whole people. Just little collages of behaviors and phrases. You know, like the fake voice that talks on the phone when you call to refill a prescription!" Ichigo frowned, considering something. "...There weren't any candies in this thing, were there?" Isshin asked, suspicious.

"No." Said Ichigo, frowning at him. "It'd be really lonely, being just a little soul, stuck in a candy, wouldn't it?" he asked.

"I suppose so, but I don't think the little souls are aware while they're in there. It's like being asleep for them." Isshin shrugged, lying to himself as much as his son about that.

Ichigo still frowned. "...What happens if the candy goes into a body without a soul in it? Like a dead body?" "Huh." Isshin frowned. "I dunno, actually. I guess the little soul would run around and operate it for a while, until it faded out, like it did with a normal body?"

Ichigo nodded, still preoccupied.

"Why?" Isshin tried.

"...No reason." Ichigo muttered, kicking his little feet. "Just thinking."

"Alright. Promise me if you find anything else weird or see any random candies to not touch them and tell me right away, okay?"

"Yeah okay." Ichigo nodded, only sort of paying attention. "I'm gonna go to bed. G'night dad." he muttered, getting up from the table and handing the dispenser to Isshin before giving him a quick hug and stomping up the stairs.

Isshin watched him go, aching a bit. I wondered how old he was gonna be when he started keeping secrets from me. He sighed, looking down at the Soul Candy Dispenser. Not that I'm being a Paragon of Honesty for him to follow...

---

"GIRLS? ICHIGO? HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN MY STETHOSCOPE?" Isshin hollered, searching fruitlessly under the couch cushions.

"NO!" Hollered Karin from where she and Yuzu were playing in the small front yard.

"TRY ICHIGO'S ROOM, HE TOOK A BUNCH OF LAUNDRY UP TO SORT." called Yuzu.

"THANKS GIRLS!" he called back stomping up the stairs. Ichigo was at karate- he'd finally returned to classes, or at least, Tatsuki had finally physically dragged him back into the Dojo. "Man I hope I didn't put it through the washing machine-" he muttered, opening the door to the boy's room and started searching through the basket of laundry on his bed.

Isshin stopped, and stood up, frowning around the room. Something was off.

Ichigo was a tidy boy, somehow, and his room was usually in order save for whatever video game he had out to play and the bed he never made but... Isshin turned fully around trying to figure out what was off before his eyes finally landed on the top of the Dresser.

The Emerald Green Velvet Cat bed, home of Bostov The Cat, was empty.

"Did he take the cat out of the bed to play with?" Isshin wondered aloud, hoping that that, and not several other horrible scenarios, was what was happening. He could hear Karin and Yuzu giggling through the window, and he peeked down at them- they appeared to be having a tea party on the thin strip of grass, and the guest of honor amongst the dolls and stuffed animals was a familiar-looking ginger tabby. "Oh! The GIRLS took him out to play with." he sighed with relief, leaning against the window to watch them.

...and watch a strange man approaching down the street, who stopped at the garden fence. Isshin frowned- maybe he was just watching the girls play, in a normal, wholesome way like he was doing right now. ...or he could be taking candy out of his pocket and waving the girls to come through the gate.

Isshin jumped on the bed, tore open the window with such force it jumoed out of it's track and was halfway out to jump down at the man from the second floor when the most EXTRAORDINARY thing happened.

Bostov, Who by all accounts had been deceased for the better part of a decade and was made of little more than a skin and some glass stretched over a wood-and-cotton frame, Suddenly leapt up from his chair, claws and teeth drawn like swords and leapt upon the man, battering him visciously with a stream of einvective so foul it made Isshin's barrack-hardened linguistic sensibilities blush, before chasing him back down the street like a short, furious, ass-seeking missile.

"GIRLS!" he shouted, jumping down anyway. "-ARE YOU OKAY?"

"DON'T GET MAD AT ICHIGO OR KON!!" Shouted Yuzu, tears in her eyes.

"...ichigo or who?" Isshin blinked.

"Way to spill the beans, Yuzu." Karin groaned. "Yeah Dad, we're FINE- Kon was here, he'll beat the crap out of anything."

"Who's Kon?" Isshin repeated.

"HEY DAD." Shouted Ichigo, skidding into the garden in his karate gi, and out of breath, clutching an unconvincingly stiff Mr. Bostov under his arm. "SO. UH- WELL MR. BOSTOV CAN MOVE NOW. FOR SOME REASON."

"Uh-huh?" Isshin glared at the cat, who glanced away nervously. "Why do you think that is?"

"...it's a Christmas Miracle?" Tried Ichigo.

"Ichigo, it's fucking April." groaned Karin.

"...Passover?" tried Ichigo.

"-This wouldn't have anything to do with that Soul Candy Dispenser you found, would it?"

"uhhhhhhh..." said Ichigo. Honesty might not have been one of the boy's virtues, but at least he was a terrible liar.

"PLEASE DADDY DON'T GET ANGRY!!" Sobbed Yuzu, throwing herself around his calf and wailing. "MR. KON IS THE MOST NICEST KITTY IN THE WHOLE WORLD! HE PLAYS TEA TIME AND DRESS-UP WITH US AND TELLS JOKES AND CHASES AWAY DOGS AND SCARY MEN AND HE ALWAYS WAKES UP ICHIGO WHEN HE'S HAVING A NIGHTMARE-!"

"Yeah, actually, Kon's like. the first thing to make me laugh since. Well." Mumbled Karin, plodding over to Isshin's other leg and leaning heavily on him. "Please? he's weird, but he's a good guy."

Isshin sighed, then glared back down at the cat. "Alright. Who are you?" he demanded.

Ichigo and the formerly immobile cat glanced at each other and the feline unfolded as Ichigo set him down, shaking himself out and sitting on the walkway.

"So, uh- Hi. My name's Kon. Kon Bostov, if you wanna be formal, in honor of the beast whose body I currently inhabit." He nodded, waving a paw evocatively. "-And, uh. Well, how much do you know about the afterlife?"

"-Being from a long line of psychic mediums and prone to hauntings, my parents rented out our attic to a Shinigami when I was a child, and he told me pretty much everything." Said Isshin, and Kon winced. "So. Is 'Kon' short for 'Mod Konpaku'?"

"Ehh... well, Yeah." Kon winced. "-But hey! It wasn't my idea to be cooked up in a lab by some maniac and then put to death minutes later for something I didn't even do!" he snarled, fur bristling.

"What?" asked Karin.

"Kids I- Look, I didn't mean to lie, there just wasn't a good time to bring it up but. Technically, I'm wanted by the law. I'm an artificial soul created for battle to be put into dead bodies, but literally four and a half minutes after I woke up, the soul society- where all the Shinigami are from- condemned me to die, because they didn't like how strong some of the other Mod Souls were. I managed to roll myself off of the table and into a box of normal bodyminders to hide, Got put in a dispenser and then the shinigami that had been here accidentally left me behind." Kon explained.

"COOL!" Shouted Karin.

"NOT COOL. BAD!" Shouted Isshin. "Okay, okay I- I mean you're right, I never- I mean, the way Kaien told it, the whole Mod Soul program was pretty shady and it sounded really unfair. But why would a Shinigami just leave an important and dangerous tool lying around?"

"...I don't know how much spiritual sense you have my guy, but this town doesn't have a Hollow problem so much as the Hollowpocalylse goin' on." Kon grimaced. "-I really hope that guy's okay, he seemed pretty cool from what I could tell. I don't actually remember hearing him get called back to soul society." Kon muttered. "-Anyway, about three weeks ago, your brother found me in the dispenser in the back of his closet and put my candy body into this taxidermy cat, and I've been hanging out with the kids since then! You know, like a cat is supposed to do!"

Isshin stared blankly at Kon. The girls hugged his legs, lips wobbling, but he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, firming up his resolve- no matter how nice he seemed, a Mod Soul was a dangerous thing- and one crafty enough to live right under his nose for the better part of a month? No, absolutely n-

Isshin opened his eyes to see Ichigo had picked up Kon, cradling the cat to his tiny body, eyes wide and beginning to glisten with tears.

"...Ah. What the hell. You make the kids laugh." Isshin sighed, and all four cheered, thanking him profusely and promising to be extra-good and take good care of Kon- "But you put so much as a Whisker out of line and you're in deep trouble, got it?" Isshin leaned into the cat's face, scowling menacingly and shaking his finger at Kon.

"Understood sir!" Kon Saluted. "So when's dinner? Ichigo's been sneaking me scraps but I could really go for some chicken, or maybe ham-" he asked, tail thrashing excitedly.

"You can eat?" Isshin asked. "I thought you were all... Whatever they stuff taxidermy animals with?"

"-Might've been, but I'm all complete now? Fluff, guts, claws-the works!" Kon shrugged, hopping up on Isshin's shoulder. "-Between you an' me, I ain't even neutered! But that ain't a problem- Plenty of hot pussy around, if you know what I mean, especially that sweet little tuxedo bobtail just up the street- Me-YOW, huh?"

"Oh gods." Groaned Isshin, covering his face. "What am I letting into my house?"

"An intact male cat is called a 'Tom' Dad." Karin called over her shoulder.

"Alright Kon, a few rules- No more swearing in front of the kids, no bringing ladies around the house and for goodness sake DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU'RE HERE!" Isshin snarled at him.

"Alright, alright!" Kon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Out of curiosity though- What rank was your guy Kaien?"

"Hm?" Isshin asked.

"Only that I thought only the captains and a few lieutenants ever knew about project Spearhead." Kon glanced at Isshin, arching an orange-striped brow at him. "-funny thing, having a seated officer doing routine patrols, isn't it?"

"I dunno?" Shrugged Isshin, trying to keep his shoulders from tensing up, "-He didn't actually tell me all that much about how the soul society is governed."

"Huh." Kon nodded, smirking just a bit. "Interestin' guy, this Kaien. You should tell me about him sometime!"

"KOOOOONN!" Yuzu called. "My Dollie's shoe got under the fridge!"

"Coming Sweetie!" Kon called, jumping off Isshin's shoulder to reach his skinny little cat arm under the fridge and swat the missing accessory out from under the appliance. Yuzu applauded with delight and hugged him, laughing for the first time in ages.

Isshin watched them play for a bit and sighed. He not a bad guy, this Kon. All the same- Isshin took out his phone and dialed a number.

"~Urahara Shoten, home of Karkura Town's finest Candies, Cell Phones and Card Games! I'm on sabbatical 'til the end of the month or so, so if it's an emergency, hang up and call the Kurosaki Clinic! Or die! If it's not an emergency, leave me a message with what you need and I'll hook you up when I get back! Bye!~" Urahara's voicemail recording sing-sang over the line.

"Kisuke. It's me, Isshin. You will not fucking believe what my kids found in the new house. Call me as soon as you get back."

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

If there was a hospital and all these fine ass mofos worked there I ain't being discharged ever. I will be sick all the time. *cough cough*

[rozandraw]

Comictober Week 2: Orange

[deathberi]

SQUAD 10 BABY, FUTURE CAPTAIN, THIRD SEAT HITSUGAYA TOSHIRO~ 12月20日 ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOSHIRO!

[rukiadriedhisrain]

Live well, age well, and go bald well. And die after me. And... if you can, die smiling. If I can't, I won't be able to face Masaki. Don't hesitate to act.

Happy Birthday Isshin Kurosaki! 🔥 [12.10]

[incorrctbleach]

Isshin, trying to get Karin out of bed: Don't make me get the water bucket. Karin, half asleep: You wouldn't. Yuzu and Ichigo, soaking wet: Yes, he would.

[timetravellingshinigami]

We don't talk enough about the fact that these b*these know each other. Live in the same town. They most definitely have had interactions and discussions over the years.

Ichigo comes home one day...goes into the living room and just finds these three smoking and hanging out.

He slowly backs away and leaves the house.

[justkaktus]

[we-drank-too-much-bleach]

which shinigami absolutely smoke weed?

Urahara invented his own super marijuana and smokes it like mad. He also deals it to a lot of people.

the visoreds have smoking sessions every other week

Shunsui has his own private supply

Shuhei started doing it because Kensei forced him to

Unohana does edibles but doesn't smoke anymore

Renji (he gave Rukia some once and she was hacking and choking and sounded like she was going to die)

Isshin (stopped after Yuzu guilt tripped him)

Ukitake also does edibles because if he smokes them he will fucking die

Yamamoto used to be a stoner but nobody knows that

Kenpachi tried it once and it had absolutely no affect on him

Yachiru hates the smell of smoke and coughs loudly to guilt trip people into not smoking around her

Byakuya tried it once and had a panic attack

and that's all we can think of but I really wanted to answer this as soon as possible heh

-Meninas