OFC I WOULD JOIN UR CUTE VALENTINES EVENT LIKE THE GOOD FRIEND I AM 🫡 (im also thirtsty for shigaraki content hihi) can i pretty please get shigaraki with a good old mindbreak kink? (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ty lovely ilyyyy
ANYTHING FOR YOU!!! I never really write in-depth smut, so this is much more introspective than anything else. i still hope you enjoy it none the less!!
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You had always fought so heavily against everything Tomura had thrown at you, both the verbal and the physical. Whenever he was just a bit too close to something that he could hurl with all the force his feeble arms could muster, you chose not to shield yourself. Rather, you would pick it up and throw it back. Insults were the same, though the bruises less obvious. You’re not exactly sure when he started to break you down. Maybe after six months of captivity, maybe just after the first year. You’re sure the seeds were planted a long time ago, taking sweet time to sprout. It was now, what? Two years since your initial confinement? Not like you were scratching tally marks on the walls of your bedroom to keep track. Tomura never allowed you the privilege of knowing the date. Now thoroughly housebroken, however, he allotted you other privileges. A sundress, a gentle breeze through the window, the mind-numbing feeling of his mouth on your pussy. Small things that make you comfortable.
Tomura was pussy-averse the first year after your capture. He refused to really look at it, besides the brief moment he needed to see that he was lined up. You’re not sure what snapped in him to become an eater. He said something once, muffled by your sex and in between heavy breaths, that “maybe this will show you I’m not so bad.” It worked. Once sex became pleasurable instead of an experience of fear and pain, you began to break open. Wider and wider the hole in your chest (some would call it the heart) became. It began to welcome Tomura, beckoning him in with the warm feeling of your clit under his tongue.
Now, it’s a daily ritual. You wake with his mouth attached to your sex, you cum, you kiss him goodbye. Night comes, and the ritual begins again. Tomura eats you out to climax, you kiss him goodnight, and he holds you as you sleep. There’s no more shouting. No more throwing things. Only a fuzzy feeling in your brain that doesn't go away anymore. Like your head’s been stuffed with cotton. Tomura seems happier. You’re happier, too. You wonder how real the feeling is each time you’re held down by your thighs in the morning.
