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Person A buys a bell that says “Ring For Sex” as a joke but starts to regret their action after Person B keeps ringing it all the time. Person A can’t feel their midsection anymore and needs a break. Someone help Person A.

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#the best birthday present a sex-driven sociopath could ever want #thank u ran

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God, it was hard to be irritated with a view like that. Not that Gin really cared for it, because honestly, he’d never really cared about that sort of thing, but he knew others did and that others would practically die to see what he was seeing right now.

“Y’know, y’kinda unwrapped my present.”

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She shrugged at that comment, giving him a smirk. “Yeah well, you had every opportunity to but you were too slow~” That much was true. Except at least he was looking at her with that ‘aren’t i the luckiest’ look in his eye and that made her smirk grow all the more bigger. “Now stop being a slow poke and tell me what you want to do with me.”

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He followed her at a teasing saunter, hands jammed into the pockets of his hakama and grin wide. She wanted to play? Fine- he was nothing if not good at games.

“Yer bein’ awfully bossy t’the birthday boy, Ran-chan. What if I ‘aven’t made my mind up yet? This kinda offer- y’only get it once a year. I’m gonna-” His hands, drawn from the depths of his pockets, moved to grasp at curvaceous hips, fingers digging against supple flesh as he used the grip to pull the naked woman flush against his chest. “-really think hard ‘bout it.”

#rangikusan #you know if you just kneed him in the balls we'd all be happier for it

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“Well, since it is my birthday an’ all~”

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Drops it all unceremoniously. “Yeah well too bad, not happening. But you can come and get me birthday boy~” Turns around, walks away and ushers him after her with a crook of her finger.

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God, it was hard to be irritated with a view like that. Not that Gin really cared for it, because honestly, he’d never really cared about that sort of thing, but he knew others did and that others would practically die to see what he was seeing right now.

“Y’know, y’kinda unwrapped my present.”

#i feel like 'shut up gin' has to be a common tag on this blog #rangikusan

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“Naked, fer starters.”

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“Mm, okay. Do you want a show or not?”

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“Well, since it is my birthday an’ all~”

#shut up gin

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“Mmhmm, an’ dashin’ly handsome too.”

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“Hm, maybe. So how do you want me?”

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“Naked, fer starters.”

#smooth #real smooth

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― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations.

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“I am!”

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“You are…?”

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“Mmhmm, an’ dashin’ly handsome too.”

#honestly he's surprised this worked so wELL?#what's the catch #rangikusan

izuru-ru replied to your post “Shyly pads into Ichimaru-taichou's office holding a small metal box of...”

"I-it's no problem, really..." He places the metal tea box on his desk. "I took some persimmons from the garden, and once they dried I mixed them with regular tea leaves." Izuru, of course, wanted to plead with Gin to tell him why he would forget his own birthday, when it seems everyone around him remembered it. Izuru certainly did. He wonders how old Gin is today. His face is always young. Maybe it's that constant wide grin, never making any wrinkles. Like it's not his skin at all. He sheds.

The captain reached for the box with slender fingers, grinning lips hiking upwards ever so slightly as though he were actually pleased by the birthday offering set before him. And, honestly, why had he any reason to be anything but? Although the act of drinking tea recreationally wasn’t something he really partook in ( that was more up Aizen’s alley ) he did appreciate the addition of persimmon, and he did like people giving him things for a date he’d picked out of thin air because Rangiku had insisted that if she had one, he needed to have one too.

“Aw, that’s so thoughtful ov’ya, Izuru! Don’t s’ppose you wanna make me a cup t’try, do’ya?”

#izururu #i just casually realized my gin has never referred to izuru by his last name or his title??#he acts so familiar??#gin that's so rude stop it #you creepy manipulative bastard

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Ninetails Aesthetic ↳ as requested by red-moon-rises

#AU WHERE GIN IS A NINE TAILED FOX AND LITERALLY NOTHING IS DIFFERENT EXCEPT GIN IS A NINE TAILED FOX

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“…..When y’say you, d’ya mean yer company or- like, you?”

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“Take it as you will, Gin. You’re a smart boy.”

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“I am!”

#-casually starts shucking off his clothing-#rangikusan

Shyly pads into Ichimaru-taichou's office holding a small metal box of tea that he made. It's a new hobby, one he's afraid he's not very good at. It's regular black tea, its flavor aided by dried persimmons from Gin's trees. He places it on the desk. "Happy birthday, taichou," he says, offering a shallow bow.

"Oh? Is that t'day?" He'd known, of course, but the teasing lilt in his voice spoke volumes about the small amount of enjoyment he'd received from pulling his lieutenant's leg. "An’ ya remembered? Aw, how sweet o’vya, Izuru! What’d y’get me?”

#this is like three days late but hERE IT IS #izuru-ru

HEY GIN, TELL US WHY YOU PLANTED PERSIMMON TREES IN THE THIRD. LESSON STYLE!