Me: I Love Rewatching Bleach For The Quality Content. Love To Feel The Nostalgia.

Me: I love rewatching Bleach for the quality content. Love to feel the nostalgia.

Also me: Omg the nostalgia! 😍 *drools over the nostalgia, sorry i mean, Urahara, Aizen, Byakuya or Ukitake whenever they appear on the screen*

Doesn't matter (Matter)

Special me and you (And you)

Get closer to you, I want to (Want to)

So you can’t look away, or change the subject

If it's all right with you, doesn't matter (Matter)

I want to hold your hand, I want to hug you tight

Don't hesitate open your heart to me

I like you, my heart says I want you 🌸

𝐼𝒯𝒯𝒴 ~ 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝒯𝒴 ~ 𝒯𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐼𝐸𝒮

tokyo revengers characters loving your itty bitty titties

includes: manjirou sano + chifuyu matsuno + hakkai shiba + souya kawata

genre: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

warnings: small chested!reader, afab!reader, not too explicit but mature nonetheless, titty sucking

manjirou ‘mikey’ sano

boob size doesn’t really matter to mikey. as long as he can rest of them and use them as little pillows for his naps then he’s satisfied. you’ll be cuddling, with mikey’s head on your chest of course, and just when you think he’s fallen asleep his hand slips up your shirt and he starts toying with your nipple. either flicking them or sucking on them like they’re his favourite blanket. as you squirm under his touch mikey’s mumbling about how cute your tits are.

chifuyu matsuno

chifuyu is just a boobs guy. doesn’t matter the size. he just likes boobs. as long as he can pop a titty in his mouth when he pleases then chifuyu is happy. you could just be laying on your sofa together and chifuyu will randomly poke his head up your shirt. next thing you know his tongue his swirling are your perky buds. it’s difficult for you to be insecure about your boobs when chifuyu can’t seem to stop sucking on them.

hakkai shiba

hakkai is so in love with your tiny boobs. he loves how he can cup them entirely in his large hands. he’d feel weird about expressing his love for your small titties unless you say first that you don’t like how tiny they are. immediately hakkai’s telling you how cute he thinks they are. just to prove it he makes sure to pay extra attention to them next time hakkai has you underneath him or on his lap, leaving plenty of kisses and groping them like they’re the most precious thing on earth.

souya kawata

souya’s never thought about your boob size to be honest. it’s just never crossed his mind until you off handedly mention how you wished that they were bigger. after that he panics. has souya made you think that he didn’t like your boobs without meaning to? whether or not he has, souya immediately buries his face into your chest. all the while mumbling about “love your boobs, baby. they’re perfect”.

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haitani ran x fem!reader

warnings: gun play, exhibitionism, degradation/humiliation, facefucking, thigh riding, jealous/mean dom!ran, slight manhandling, rough sex, petnames (pretty, princess), unedited written on my phone at 3 am last night

thinking about pissing ran off during a bonten meeting—he always brings you along and usually it goes on without a hitch. You sit pretty in his lap, leaning back against his chest—sometimes warming his cock, sometimes just scrolling on your phone—but this time something went wrong. you fucked up, and you weren’t sure how, but you knew you did from the grip ran had on your waist, so tight it almost hurt.

maybe you had smiled too prettily when sanzu haruchiyo said hi to you, or maybe you giggled too much at one of rindou’s snide comments, but whatever it was, it set ran off and it had you on edge, because it took a lot to set off haitani ran and once he was set off, there was no going back.

you sat anxious the whole meeting, his fingers burying bruises into the skin of your hips as takeomi rattled on about weapon shipments; his voice icy and sharp when kokonoi began questioning him about income loss in roppongi.

and you could only sit there, lips pressed together in a thin line, fingers curling in your lap.

and when the meeting ended, and you tried to move to leave, he only clicked his tongue, “and where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said and you hesitated, not saying anything as you shifted back into his lap.

rindou was the last to leave the room. his eyes met yours briefly, shooting you a knowing look that you did not appreciate before he walked through the door and left you and ran alone.

“ran,” your voice wavered and just as you were about to continue, ran was standing up, shoving you to your feet and then to your knees.

you looked up at him, eyes wide; he stared down at you, lavender eyes cold. you watched as he shifted his dress shirt out of the way, and you watched as he pulled his handgun out of the holster on his side.

your mouth went dry.

“ran-“

“shut the fuck up,” your mouth closed immediately, you winced as ran grabbed the back of your head harshly, tilting it up, “think you can whore yourself out to all my colleagues, do you?”

“no, i-“

“i said shut your fucking mouth,” he spit out and your breath caught, “or better yet, keep it wide fuckin’ open for me, yeah?”

your lips parted to ask what he was talking about and your eyes widened as his grip tightened in your hair and he brought his gun toward your face, pointedly flicking off the safety before shoving the barrel through your parted lips.

you choked at the intrusion, gagged at the taste of metal on your tongue, eyes tearing up as you looked up at your boyfriend—blurry gaze barely able to make out his face above you.

“go on,” he said, “suck it like it’s my cock and i’ll consider not pulling the trigger.”

your mind went blank.

pulling the trigger?

“you dumb or somethin’?” ran demanded, “need some help getting started, fine.”

he tugged painfully at your hair and you gasped in pain around the gun, craning your head back at an awkward angle to shove his gun further down your throat, pulling it out only to drive it back in right away.

tears streamed down your face, your throat burned and ached, you could barely fucking breathe. the gun clanged against your teeth, echoing through your skull. you sobbed around the barrel of the gun, chest heaving as your boyfriend fucked your throat with his gun.

“look at you,” he cooed, and the cold look in his eyes disappeared, melting into one of sick glee as he watched you struggle to take his gun down your throat, “my pretty lil whore, aren’t you?”

you choked, struggling to nod around the gun, desperately trying to breathe through your nose. ran only laughed at you, letting go of your hair and pulling the gun from your lips, letting you drop limp to the floor, heaving and gasping for breath.

you barely had time to fill your lungs back up with air before ran’s big hand curled around your bicep, yanking you into your feet and into his lap as he sat back down in his chair, positioning you so that you were straddling one of his thighs.

he pressed his gun to your ribcage.

you watched him with blurry eyes, sure that your makeup was smeared and you looked a mess but ran only smiled thinly at you, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek gently, running his thumb over your lips. the touch was so soft it nearly made you forget about the loaded gun pressed deep into your side.

“go on, pretty, get yourself off on my thigh n maybe i’ll let you ride my cock after,” he said and you whimpered, swallowing thickly. ran bounced his knee in irritation and you gasped as he ground his leg lightly against your clit.

your hands flew to your boyfriend’s shoulders, nails digging through the silk of his dress shirt into his skin as you rolled your hips against his thigh, a long whine escaping your lips at the much needed pressure against your cunt.

oh god, why were you so wet already?

“god, look at you, fuckin drenched just from me fucking your face with my gun, yeah? already makin a mess all over my pants. you’re fucked up, princess, who gets turned on by gettin’ face fucked by a loaded gun?” ran laughed, but his voice was breathless and his eyes were lidded and dark as he leaned back in his chair, watching you rock your hips against his thigh, eyes fluttering shut as you picked up the pace, losing yourself to the steadily building pleasure.

and maybe you should’ve been embarrassed, you distantly realized that as your juices stained ran’s expensive dress pants, as you fucked yourself on his thigh like a bitch in heat, moaning and gasping his name, eyes half rolled back.

“they can all see us, y’know?” his words went in one ear out the other, his gun traced up your body to the bottom of your chin, shifting to turn your face to the side. your glassy eyes focused on a camera in the corner of the room, “no doubt sanzu and rindou are in there watching. maybe some of the others”

“oh god, oh god, oh god, ran ‘m so close, ‘m s’close,” your voice was half a slur as you cried out the words, nails clawing at him through his shirt.

ran didn’t say anything, instead watching raptly, bouncing his leg in time with the rocks of your hips, one hand coming to grab your waist and steady you as your vision went white, hips stuttering against his thigh as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, staining his dark pants with your cum.

you shook on top of him, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you slumped forward, vision spotty and body on fire. but ran didn’t give you any time to recover, he was standing in an instant, twisting your body around to bend you over the conference table, flipping your skirt up and unbuttoning his slacks in two swift motions.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving to brace your palms against the table but ran was faster, again, one hand shooting out to capture your wrists with one hand, pinning them to the small of your back so you couldn’t move while his other brought his gun to the back of your head, hyper aware of the cool tip of the barrel pressed to your skull.

“ran, ran, ran,” you cried as the fat tip of his cock nudged against the entrance of your cunt, body spasming as it slipped against the slick, grinding against your clit, “i ca-“

“say ‘i can’t’ and i’ll pull the trigger and find a better whore,” ran’s voice was sharp and cruel and you sobbed at his words even though you knew damn well he would never, but in your pleasure hazed mind you couldn’t quite remember that.

he didn’t wait for a response as he pushed his cock into you without warning. your eyes rolled back and a string of helpless babbles slipped past your lips as his big cock stretched your sensitive cunt, tip buried deep inside of you. your hands strained against his wrists, his grip tightened, he pressed the gun harder against your skull.

“oh god,” you let out another broken moan, torn between pushing your hips back and fucking yourself on his cock and trying to move away, body overstimulated from your last orgasm, “ohgodohgodohgod-“

ran drew his hips back and snapped them back into you without warning and you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t breathe—he was too big, too long, too thick and he wasn’t giving you time to adjust.

a shameless moan left his lips and fire spread through your body again, pooling in your gut as he fucked himself deep into your cunt because there was no prettier sound in this world than haitani ran’s moans, that you were sure of.

“takin’ me so good, pretty,” he groaned, “‘lways take me so fuckin’ good.”

you could feel every inch of his cock dragging against your walls and the pleasure was building too fast, your legs were tensing and shaking and your body was trembling and the moans spilling past your lips were so loud that you were sure the whole building could hear you.

“c-cu-“ you tried to warn ran that you were about to cum but you couldn’t even get the word out before your second orgasm hit you and you were sure, you were sure that you had blacked out for a second—jaw going slack as ran fucked you through your orgasm, cock bruising your cunt as he drove himself into you deeper and deeper and deeper.

he let out another obscene moan when he felt your cunt tighten around his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasped and you whimpered when you felt his hips stutter against yours, spilling is cum deep, deep inside of you.

he let go of your wrists and your arms fell limp at your side, you laid on the conference table, gasping for breath and shaking as he pushed off of your, tucking himself back into his pants and flicking the safety back on his gun, putting it back in its holster.

he flipped your skirt back down and his big hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you onto your feet. unsteady, you stumbled into his chest but he only chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead.

“c’mon,” he said, a look in his eyes that you didn’t quite appreciate as he led you to the door, “gunna parade you around base with my cum dripping out of you so everyone knows just who you belong to.”

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