[shigarakisbunny]

݁ ˖Ი𐑼ֶָ֢ BUNNY . NINETEEN . ANY / ALL .

･ ༝ ･ ⟢ unlabelled genderfluid chronically obsessed with tomura fic writer dark themes glitter my hero academia bunnies angel smut addict illit occasionally dead dove princess

minors dni . . . @shigarakisbunny est. 26

[cinna-creme]

crybaby

ears pt2

a/n: finally wrote a shiggy fic guys 🙇🏼‍♀️

shiggy 

once his door clicks shut, you turn to him, ears flat against your head, eyes round and watering already. he pinches your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger making you look up at him. 

“bunny.” he starts, watching your lip wobble. 

“‘m sorry.” you whine. “i.. i thought it was fine.” you blink up at him, tears slipping down your cheeks. “you were busy and- hic! you always let me and.. mm, dabi was so warm.. i-”

he pinches your cheeks harder, stopping you. “you can’t hump every guy you see.” he looks into your eyes. 

“do you hate me?” your tears start flowing faster. “‘m sorry, shiggy. ‘m sorry, please.” 

he sighs, knowing it’s dabi’s fault more than yours, and maybe partially his because he was ignoring you.. he lets go of your cheeks and starts to wipe away your tears. you wrap your arms around him, burying your head in his chest and start sobbing. 

he brings you to the bed with him, petting back your hair, and you crawl into his lap, burying your head into his neck. you’re already humping against him, hot tears falling onto his skin. he drags his fingers down your ear and you tremble, whining for more. 

“please, don’t hate me.” you rub your face against his neck, humping against him faster. “t-tomura.” 

he grips your hips, stopping your movements. he lifts you off to pull your panties down and shoves down his pants letting his cock spring free. you whimper desperately, tears still spilling down your flushed cheeks as you crawl back in his lap. 

“shh, bunny. i don’t hate you.” he cups your cheeks as you slide yourself against his cock. 

“can i.. i wanna.. please shiggy, wanna ride you.” you’re lifting up after every roll of your hips just wanting him to push inside. 

he wraps a hand around your waist and lifts you, other hand wrapping around his cock and sliding through your honeyed folds. you’re whimpering, pleading, kissing all over his face, hips jerking desperately trying to get him to catch on your pussy. 

“there you go.” he pushes his tip in. 

you waste no time and sink down on him, toes curling from the way he stretches you out. you’re rolling your hips, whimpers spilling out of your parted lips as you move faster. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your head in his neck again and start bouncing against him. 

“starting to feel better?” he tugs at your little puff tail. 

“mhm.” you nod.

each drag of his cock in and out of your pussy leaves your ears twitching. he smiles and brings a hand up to your head, sliding his fingers down one of your ears, feeling the soft fur and how you hump against him faster. his hips are snapping up to meet yours, your slick dripping down your thighs and all over his. 

he feels your tears still dripping down his neck and he sighs, pulling you out of hiding. he’s wiping at your tears as you rock against him, lip caught between your teeth, chin still wobbling. 

“shigggyyyy.” you whine, sniffling and riding him faster. 

“‘s wrong now, bunny?” he grunts, feeling you squeeze around him. 

“wanna cum.” you pant. “please shiggy, i wanna- hic! wanna cum!” 

“you can cum.” his fingers dig into your waist when you burst around him. 

“shig- shiggy feels s’good!” you’re humping against him so fast the bed is creaking. 

he helps you keep your pace, fucking up into you himself while you recover and go right back to riding him and whining out his name. he holds you close, feeling his own orgasm rising higher.

he starts to thrust into you slower, savoring the way you flutter around him. each time you land against his thighs with a wet smack, he almost cums and has to clench his jaw to hold back. he can feel how bad your legs are shaking and when he takes over your movements he knows you’re about to cum again. 

“shigs, shiggy gonna- ngh!”

“s’okay, you can cum.” he nods and it’s instant that you’re cumming around him. 

he grunts and starts to fill you with his hot pleasure, pumping it into you in deep strokes. you cling around him, whimpering into his neck, still trying to roll your hips against his. you both sit there panting and he shifts slightly to pull you off. 

“noooo!” you whine. 

“just gonna play for a little bit.” he taps your tail. 

“lemme come with.. just want you to stay inside.” you whisper into his neck. 

“gonna sit still?” his hands slide to your waist. 

“mhm.” you pull back with a small smile. 

he lifts you up and brings you with him over to his gaming chair. he helps you settle, hands gripped on your waist for a second getting used to you wrapped around him so tightly. he scoots closer to his pc and when he starts the game you shift your hips. 

“bunny.” he warns. 

“‘m sorry.” you murmur, lips brushing against his neck. 

you do your best to sit still, but every time he moves closer or twists a certain way he twitches inside you. 

“shiggy.” you whimper. 

“shush.” he pats your ass. “said you’d be good.” he mumbles, focusing back on his game. 

it’s not the most convenient having you sit on his cock while he plays but it ensures dabi won’t come and steal you away again. 

[shigarakisbunny]

this is so good 😵‍💫

[shigarakisbunny]

went to re-read a fic on here and realised the blog suddenly has me blocked ?? what did i do :c

[inkykeiji]

i've had tomura-nii on the brain ever since you brought him into existence so bear with my yucky brainrot-

imagine tomura-nii's reader wondering where all her panties keep going (god that was a weird sentence but im sure its fine). Poor baby doesn't even notice until she realizes almost half the drawer is gone. She thinks it's weird, but her innocent mind can't come up with any reason why they're gone, so she just buys herself more.

Flash forward a few days after she found out, and she needs to go to Tomura's room for an unrelated reason - something innocent like taking his phone charger, im not really sure - and she finds out what happened to all of them.

Tomura's a yucky yucky boy, his room's a disaster. Delicate pairs of lace and cotton are scattered on the floor, some on his bed, most covered in dried cum-

(yea no idk where it goes after that but i love tomura-nii and he's disgusting and this just seemed so fitting sorry for the long ask lol)

-🌿anon

OH MY GOD HERB ANON PLEASE LISTEN I LOVE THIS IDEA SO SO SO MUCH so i wrote you a lil something real quick!!!

warnings: pseudo-cest (adopted siblings), panty stealing!, gross gross big brother tomura, toxic relationship, a hint of manipulation

words: 1k

it’s so gross, it’s so SCARY in tomura-nii’s room (it has all kinds of weird stuff you don’t dare touch, can barely look at, let alone ask him about), and you really hate going in there—won’t go in there unless it’s an absolute need. 

and today, it is an absolute need. 

because he’s done it again. he’s stolen your only phone charger, snatched it right off of the ivory wood of your vanity, and hoarded it somewhere within the depths of his disgusting bedroom. 

you’d text him to ask where it is, but your phone is dead, having failed to realize that the charger had gone missing before you actually required it.

nii-san doesn’t usually allow you in his bedroom, but he’s never explicitly pronounced it off limits, either, so you figure it’s okay to just sneak in real quick, grab what you need, and bolt out of there. 

you suppose it couldn’t have happened on a better day, really; it’s one of those rare days where he isn’t home, having been dragged out on business with Daddy, something he couldn’t whine or weasel his way out of.

it’s just like kurogiri always says; it looks like a tornado has gone through the place, dirty clothes strewn on every conceivable surface: littered and wrinkled across his mattress, in haphazard piles on the floor, thrown lazily over the back of his two-thousand-dollar gaming chair, hanging off the edge of his desk. a multitude of colourful cans decorates his desk, too, shiny purple aluminums and glimmering electric blues, some crushed by his large hands—all crinkled and bent out of shape—others in various states of finished. 

it’s potent, pungent, poignant in here, the stench hitting you the moment you crack the door open and peak in, just to double check that he isn’t home. you can’t quite put your finger on it, a toxic mix of body oder and crusted over udon and rotting meat with just a hint of something else, a hint of something you don’t know, something you can’t verbalize, something you couldn’t put into words even if you wanted to.

“how am i supposed to find anything in here?” you mutter to yourself, eyes sweeping across the mess again. 

weirdly shaped glass bottles sit cluttered together in the back corner, filled with dirty looking water and smudged fingerprints, and you frown. what are those? 

but it isn’t until you truly begin sifting through this junk that you realize: nii-san has been hoarding something else of yours, too. 

they’re hard to notice initially, blending in almost seamlessly with the horrific landscape of tomura’s bedroom, melded with his dirty, disregarded clothing. 

but upon closer inspection they don’t quite fit; too bright, too pretty, too dainty, little glimmers of the mostly blotted out sparkles catching on the dim light of his desk lamp—the only source of light in the dingy space, heavy drapes drawn shut—little frills of pink and purple and white and blue sprouting across the dark mountains of cotton and denim.

they’re your panties, most of which have been steadily but mysteriously vanishing, kurogiri grimacing every time you ask him if he knows what’s happened to them, if he knows where they keep going, every time he’s forced to buy you new pairs. 

based on that expression, you now assume he knows exactly where they’ve been disappearing off to, too tired and fed up and underpaid to properly deal with it, would rather just swipe your father’s credit card and buy you a whole new drawer’s worth every two weeks or so. it’s easier this way, for everyone involved, he must think.

bending down, you tug a pair free, glued to a dark hoodie and audibly peeling from the cotton. they’re coated with something that has dried to a greyish white, rigid and flakey. it’s so stale and crusted and thick that the fabric itself, hardened from the substance, snaps in two the moment you attempt to scrape some of it off.

“what’cha got there?”

his smooth voice sends jolts of shock through your veins, whole body flinching, a sharp gasp catching in your throat as you whirl around to face him.

“nii-san,” you breathe, but your bottom lip is already beginning to tremble, the familiar prick of tears already stinging your eyes. “why have you...why have you stolen my panties? and what have you done to them?” 

for a moment, he merely stares at you, crimson eyes glassy and unblinking, before his lips curl into something sinister—a grotesque imitation of a smile.

“c’mere,” he’s saying as he sits on the edge of his bed, large hands patting his thighs. “come here, and nii-san will show you what he’s done to them.” 

and even though his gaze makes your skin crawl and ripple along your bones, and his words, gravelly and slimy and oh-so-sickly-sweet condescending—i know something you don’t know!—cause anxiety to sprout claws in your chest, ripping at your ribs with a panicked sort of urgency, you go to him anyway, always. 

“you—you’ve ruined them,” you’re hiccuping as you allow him to draw you into his arms and against his chest, thick tears blurring your vision, shoulders slumping in defeat, the spoiled panties falling to the floor with an audible thump, weighted and heavy with stale cum.

“i have,” he hums in nonchalant agreement, as if it means nothing at all to him, rough hands beginning to creep beneath your dress. “but don’t be such a crybaby,” he laughs, and it’s cruel, sharp, hurtful. “they’re just underwear. nii-san can buy you more.” 

“but i liked these ones.”

“you’ll like the ones i buy you, too,” he says, and his voice holds a note of finality to it, like he’s sure, and you’re dumb, and he knows better than you do—because he does. “don’t be such an ungrateful little brat.” 

he’s right, you suppose. you will like the pairs he buys you, because it’s him, and nii-san knows best, right? really, who better to buy them for you than your big brother?   

[shigarakisbunny]

this is so yummy i need him .

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

ok but shiggy putting sex drugs in his little sisters drinks and being like "do you need nii-san to fuck you senseless because youre acting like a bitch in heat :(?" knowing DAMN WELL he did it 😌

you think you can handle a little bit of alcohol, it’s no big deal! you’ve seen tomu-nii chug whiskey so why can’t you? and he thinks you’re so funny challenging him like that, he wants to turn that defiant look in your eyes into dizzy deliriousness while he gets to take care of your silly drunk self. and he wants you to want his help.

he grins every time you make him refill your glass. you are so stubborn, won’t take no for an answer. very much like himself, to be fair. 

you feel fine. a little more flirtatious than usual, more teasing and tantalizing as you lean into his personal space and smile at him with your big doe eyes, and suddenly you are very much not okay and your hand slaps onto his knee to help stabilize your swaying body. 

and then the heat starts. 

“look at you,” tomura mockingly coos, reaching for your waist. “you can’t even sit straight anymore. get over here.” 

you are pliable and warm. so very warm and overheated by the time your arms wrap around tomura’s shoulders as he seats you in his lap. something presses up between your thighs and you don’t even question the roll of your hips as your brother places the rim of the glass to your puffy wet lips and coaxes you to drink more. 

you whine and scrunch your nose, and he pets the back of your head, murmuring about how good you’re being. such a good girl for nii-san. you won’t waste a single drop, will you? 

the praise hits you like a lit match falling into a puddle of kerosene. the alcohol sure doesn’t help. 

tomura puts the empty glass down and you are all too aware now of how earnestly your hips glided along the tent in his pants. it’s wrong, you know this even now, but the burning ache building up inside you is horrid. you feel like you need to claw out of your skin. it is impossible not to move, not to find some kind of respite against this terrible itch from deep within, and as you collapse into your brother’s warm, solid chest, tomura fists your hair, tilts your head back, and you are too stupefied by the sudden onslaught of dizziness to stop his tongue from slithering into your open mouth as he kisses you.

he knows what you want. what you need. you whimper and moan an drag your nails so forcefully that it makes him sigh from pleasure. he can practically feel your wetness penetrating through his pants and intermingling with his precum. what a damn waste for all of that to stain his clothes instead of being fucked into you. 

“i’ll always give you what you need,” he breathes out, cradling you to his chest with his hand on your ass while he takes his hard cock out. “nii-san always knows best, doesn’t he?” you whimper again and he shushes you, moves your underwear aside and sits you down onto the tip of his cock. “you don’t have to do anything. just let your nii-san take care of you.” he nuzzles the side of your face, mouthing absentminded sloppy kisses wherever he reaches as your puffy folds envelop his cockhead and effortlessly sucks him into your tight, pulsating hole. 

you are ridiculously loud. he presses your face into his chest to muffle your shameless moans. your body is soft and pliant, like a cute ragdoll for him to hold close and shove himself inside you as hard and as fast as he wanted. and he gave it to you good. no need to wait. why would he deny himself the pleasure of hearing your high-pitched hiccups as you struggled to cry out ‘nii-san~’. 

“t-tomu-n-nii,” you sob, the sound of your voice wavering each time he bounced you up and down onto his cock. “i d-drank too m-muuuch -” 

“it’s because you’re so dumb. you can’t do anything without me, can you? nnhh - this tight pussy is the only useful part about you. you look so cute with your pussy milking my cock like this.” 

he is panting in your ear like a damn dog. can’t even focus on anything that comes out of your mouth. his iron grip on your hips forces you to endure his powerful thrusts as he bottoms out inside you, and he relentlessly fucks you through your first orgasm without stopping. he uses you like a well lubed fleshlight and all you can do is hang onto him for dear life and endure your pussy being molded to fit him perfectly.

“it must be so embarrassing, wanting your nii-san’s cock so bad.”

“you like that, princess?”

“tell me how much you want it. go on, don’t be shy.” 

over and over and over again. you don’t know how many times you come on his cock. you only know the feeling of him shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can, holding you still as his hips grind into you and his cock pulses with the release of thick hot cum. 

you don’t remember anything after that. only his animalistic groan as he empties himself inside you. the darkness creeps up along the edges of your vision and you find yourself slumping against tomura. sleep and exhaustion overtake you instantly. you don’t know that tomura keeps you in his lap for longer. you don’t know that he keeps fucking you throughout your slumber. all you know is waking up in his bedroom in the dead of night, arms wrapped around you tightly with your sore pussy cockwarming tomura as he sleeps. 

[shigarakisbunny]

this is driving me insane 😵‍💫