Tw: Cunningligus, overstimulation, dubcon, sadism, child abuse, violence, organ stealing, bad sex?, painful sex, biting
Disclaimer: I do not have tourettes syndrome nor CIPA , while I have study these conditions I may not be accurate because I simply don't have it. Any correction will be appreciated.
Best read with a fem reader in mind
Toby was fully aware that he could hold his breath for an insane time, the burn that was supposed to happen just never did. He remembers the time that his father was grab his hair, the rough hands over his hair as he pushed Tony into the toilet.
"you fucking disgrace! Do you know how much you fucking cost?" His father slurred, the alcohol tinting the room with nausea, staining Toby with the thought of something so evil being around him. But Toby could handle it, he knew it was supposed to hurt. The way his mom flinched and hissed out, the way Lyra always touched her once and jumped back.
Better him then them.
Yet, you simply didn't care about that. You always tried to focus on his wounds. You always made sure to tell him to breathe when he was holding his breath. Sure, you both were killers in this fucked out weird, culty bullshit. Yet, you cared.
You always told Toby to stop taking the hits from everyone: Masky kicking him, Jeff stabbing him, even Eyeless Jack stealing his organs late at night.
But you also begged Toby to stop licking your cunt.
He doesn't even know how this happened, Toby just wanted to taste you. It started out small: licking your hand, biting your shoulder, kissing your collarbone. You probably told him to stop but he looked up at you like you were perfect.
"Tobyyy." You wined, your nails gripping his scalp, digging so hard to draw blood, to plead with him to stop. That it doesn't feel good anymore, that this was becoming so painful to deal with his tongue swirling haphazardly, his tics jerking his head to the side of your thigh, even biting it to the point of drawing blood.
But it's okay, he just wants to taste you. Even if you can't breathe, because he can.
