#tourette’s!reader

[russosafehaven]

Tick Tock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Content: Reader with Tics, Just a lot of fluff, Reader works for Anvil

I don’t have anything to post so this is just a short drabble with Matt!

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It was another day at Anvil and today your job consisted of meeting with two lawyers that your boss, Frank, had joining the team. You’d had a rough night struggling to fall asleep due to a tic attack so you were in a lot of pain. Every part of your body ached. You were on your way to your office after grabbing a much needed hot chocolate from your co-worker, Eloise. She was a personal trainer for new recruits and was always bringing in treats for the team. Reaching the door to your office you went to reach for the handle. Only for your motions to be interrupted by a tic, causing your hand to punch your stomach instead.

“Sorry are you okay? That looked painful”

Too consumed with the pain and embarrassment you hadn’t noticed the person appearing next to you. He had scruffy dark blonde hair and a bright smile on his face.

“Yeah no sorry, just late for a meeting and we’ll you know how it is”

Their eyes seemed to widen at the statement and the pieces fell into place. He was the lawyer, your face heated up in embarrassment. The toll of the morning already making you want to collapse on your couch.

“You must be the head of Anvil’s legal department then, I’m Foggy Nelson and that fine gentleman over there is my legal partner Matt Murdock. Karen would be here but she’s redoing her self defense training courtesy of Frank”

The way they, Foggy, spoke of Frank made them seem like close friends. Your only hope was that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself any further. Opening the door to your office you ushered Foggy in, telling him to take a seat while you walked over to Matt.

“I’m holding out my arm for you”

You informed him before you even had the chance to reach your arm out for the man. Behind the red lenses of his glasses you saw his eyebrows raised, hesitantly you reached for his hand and placed it to your arm. As you led him into your office, you guided his hand to the chair and desk. Allowing him to map the general distance of the room before retreating to your side of the desk. As you collected the needed paperwork and files you could see the two men chatting, watching as Matt’s face reddened and Foggy quietly laughed. You went to open your mouth to speak but were interrupted by an abrupt neck jerk followed but a high pitched whistle.

“So these are your contracts which detail that your work for Anvil is completely legal, safe all that fun stuff. They also state that while doing this you won’t be doing any work for Anvil’s competitors, so basically that’s just other security company’s like Bishop Security”

You pushed the paperwork over to the men. Pausing for a moment to dig around in your desk drawers, fetching a braille copy of the documents as well as a signature guide.

“I’m so sorry Mr Murdock, they didn’t tell me you were blind. I do have a braille copy of the documents and a signature guide, although if you just wouldn’t mind signing the non braille copy just for my higher ups. Then you can keep the braille one as a spare copy. Never hurts to be prepared”

You pulled yourself out of your desk, walking to Matt’s side and helping line everything up for him. In your peripheral you could see Foggy signing paperwork, eyes occasionally peering up at you and Matt. Your body would let out the occasional jerk or unexplained noise. Although you tried to suppress them as much as possible to avoid unnecessary confrontation. Once both men had finished signing, you took the documents back and returned to your chair.

“Thank you both Mr Nelson and Mr Murdock. So your job here will primarily be working with me in the legal department while of course maintaining your own firm. You can do work at your own office or Anvil is happy to provide you a space within the building where you can host your own clients and do Anvil’s work. The documents we handle are often sensitive in nature due to the line of work Anvil does. Private military security can get a little rough and by no means are you forced to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Top priority are the employees health and comfort, especially for our civilian workers”

The rest of the meeting went similar to that. You going over documents and paperwork, as well as answering any questions. As it drew to a close you prepared any files they legal duo would be taking on their way. You walked them both to the elevator, saying quiet goodbyes and thank you’s.

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The next time you saw Matt you had been dragged to some rundown bar with Frank’s girlfriend, Karen. You weren’t close by any means, but Frank hung around your office a lot when he wasn’t training. Asking your advice on everything to do with romance as he had seen you read a lot of books. He had insisted you go out and try to make some friends, which is how you ended up in Josie’s with Karen, Matt and Foggy. Watching as Foggy drank the eel, whatever that meant. The entire night you tried to suppress your tics. Physical discomfort running through your veins as you fought them off.

“Karen I’m just gonna get some fresh air”

You whispered to the blonde before running out of the building. The alleyway next to Josie’s was somewhat quiet and uninhabited. It was a bad decision but it was also all you had at the time. Agony lurched throughout your body with each violent tic. Your muscles ached and you could do nothing but wait it out. Whether that be minutes or hours.

“Hey, you out here?”

Matt’s voice reached your ears. The soft clacking of his shoes, you couldn’t deny the fact he was attractive. If it wasn’t a conflict of interest you probably would’ve tried to get him into bed.

“Here, alleyway”

Your voice was broken as the response left your lips. Instant regret filled you, why’d he have to see you like this? Most of the time you had an attack you were alone or in your office. The only person who had ever really helped you was Frank and you half assumed it was a parental instinct, one your parents didn’t have. Matt walked down, the tip of his white cane colliding with your tucked up frame.

“Your body keeps cracking, are you okay?”

You raise your brows, questioning him silently before realising he can’t see it. Gently he places a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it slowly.

“How can you tell that? I can barely hear it and it’s my body”

A small chuckle leaves Matt’s lips and his hand travels to your neck. The pads of his fingers dig lightly into the nape of your neck. The applied pressure soothed you greatly and it made you wonder how he knew what to do.

“I- uh- well it’s complicated, I have enhanced senses. The accident I was in as a kid that made me blind, it replaced my other senses on another level. Everything is so loud all the time, everything I touch feels like it’s grating me. When I heard you in the office, guiding me and treating me like a person. It- well it was sweet, besides Foggy and Karen no one really thinks to do it. You did it like it was normal to do and then I heard it. The clicking, your muscles pulling trying to hold yourself back. All I wanted to do was help, so when you rushed out I wanted to follow immediately. It was a bad idea, an impulsive thought. So I decided to hold off and then you just kept getting louder, so I told Foggy and Karen. Now we’re here”

You hadn’t noticed it but your tics had slowed down immensely. Matt’s hands kept applying small amounts of pressure in different places, digging in lightly. Rubbing your muscles and helping soothe them.

“That’s… that’s how you know how to help me. You can hear what my body needs even when I can’t tell?”

He nodded and a small smile crossed your face. You couldn’t even process what was happening until you smashed your lips against his. It wasn’t how you ever imagined first kissing someone but it was nice.

“Did you just kiss me?”

Matt said, surprise lacing his voice. Heat rushed to your face and you wanted to run away. Before you even had the chance he kissed you again.

“Never thought my first kiss would be with someone I’ve met twice, but I also think I’m a little drunk so I’ll allow it”

It caused Matt to laugh and that’s how you ended up tipsy in an alleyway after a tic attack, kissing a really hot lawyer who later took you back to his apartment. Subsequently you never left after that night and moved in without either of you saying anything.

[chrisevansdaughter]

“Bubs they love you”

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Chris Evans x Tourette’s! Reader

Summary: Chris decided host a cast BBQ to let his daughter meet the cast of CA:CW at the BBQ as she expressed major interest in the film and the development of how it comes together to make a full film, he's just a little worried she might get overwhelmed and her tics might come out to play a little more than normal.

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Warnings: soft! Dad chris, mention of meltdowns , tic attack , anxiety, fluff comfort from chris (it is a warning I think because fluff)

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So Chris was the best dad you could ask for, and since he knew you love the MCU and the upcoming CA:CW your dad decided to host a cast bbq to meet the rest of the cast other than Seb. Reason bring you had Tourette’s usually your tics were quite harmless to you but sometimes being anxious and overwhelmed can bring on the more harmful tics like chest hitting, neck jerking repeatedly and the louder tics too, usually your tics didn’t always come out sometimes you go days without having massive tics, they we’re always there but not always as severe as they could be.

Sebastian knew you had tics, the way he found out was when your dad was on FaceTime with him since they did it a lot usually with Scott on too. It was a bad day for you and your tics so you had a rough attack that Chris helped you though forgetting he was on FaceTime with Seb and Scott. Not just Scott so with your permission of course he told Seb what had happened and that it was normal for you and nothing to worry about.

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- The morning of the bbq was the worst due to you being so anxious and exhausted from not really sleeping because you were in your head about the cast not liking you finding you weird because of your Tourette’s. Chris being the best dad could see right though that when you came down that morning ticking a little more than normal so he snuggled on the couch with you playing Lightyear not because it had your dad in it, maybe a little bit but mostly because of Sox he was your favourite.

- Chris was braiding your hair (because yeah I imagine he can) helping you get ready since the tics frustrated you more so he was there to help, he could see that the tics were starting to pick up more knowing you were in your head so he defused the situation beforehand preventing any sort of meltdown or attack since he mentally checked and knew you were due one or the other.

“Bubs they are all going to love you and accept you for who you are because they already love you and cannot wait to meet you.” He reassured whilst rubbing her upper arms.

“I know *whistle* *twitch* dad but I’m *grunting* scared because Sebastian only knows and what if I *tongue click* look weird.” Y/n voiced with concern evident.

“Sweetheart I know but it’s okay they’ll love you no matter what happens or anything else, they love you so much like I already said bubba it’s okay.” He whispered whilst engulfing her in a hug.

*time skip*

After their little heart to heart everyone had arrived at the Evans household with Y/n greeting everyone with the odd twitch or click of her tongue which was normal as she explained with help from her dad that she had Tourette’s and no one batted an eyelid and the bbq was so fun.

The usual arguments from Mackie and Seb which half way though you were surprised along with everyone else that your tics had started to join in on the argument ticking “you are both just silly” “I’m better than both of you” in a voice mimicking Seb which you found quite funny.

The bbq lasted a few more hours and all the anxious feel was gone but just as you thought it went your stomach dropped..

An aura.

This was something that felt before a tic attack which is different for everyone, but from the trained eye of your dad he knew what was going to happen, everyone slowed started to leave giving everyone hugs and saying goodbye.

After they’d all left Chris could see you release more since he knew you were holding tics in to say goodbye before you exploded, with that Chris, you and dodger in tow went to your sensory room to calm down to try to calm this attack down since it was quite mild right now.

Chris had brought your iPad to distract you with Lightyear or FaceTiming Seb since he can calm you down too.. so he gave you those options to either say yes or no to since that was easier now the tics were getting a little more harmful than usual.

“Bubba do you want to FaceTime Seb or finish Lightyear?” He coaxed gently for an answer.

“Mmmhm *chest hit* I *grunt* *whistle* want *twitch* sebby *neck jerk* please dad” y/n sighed in frustration.

“Okay my love we’re gonna call him okay lovely” Chris responded lovingly.

FaceTime call :

C: hey Seb, y/n wanted to called you she’s having a tic attack right now so I gave her the option of you or Lightyear” he whispered just outside the door as he returned with his phone.

S: that’s fine bud, I’ll try and distract her the best I can with you.” Since they knew distraction is better than laser focusing on the attack.

-skip to the FaceTime call bring in-front of Chris and y/n-

S: hey doll, how’s my favourite niece doing? Did you enjoy meeting the cast.”

Y: “*grunt* chest pat* I loved *whistle* it so much sebby it was fun”

S: “I’m glad sweetheart shall we group watch Lightyear?”

C: “I think that’s a good idea Bubba we can lay in here and put it on the tv, how does that sound?”

Y:”*dadddd* *twitch* yeah *sebbbyyy is a winer solider* that sounds *neck jerk* good”

S: “okay that sounds amazing I’ll set up the group watch, love you loads guys”

Y: “love you *sebbyyyyyyy* too”

C: “bye Seb thank you so much”

S: “no problem bud see you soon”

End of FaceTime

After finishing Lightyear and soothing cuddles with dodger laying next to you nuzzling his face into your arms, you had seem to slowly fall asleep which was normal after a rough couple days coupled with an attack too.. You’re dad couldn’t be more proud of you because he knows the struggles and stress you go though and how overwhelmed you cam get but nevertheless he was lucky to call you his amazing daughter.

“I love you sweetheart you did amazing today I’m so proud.” He whispers sweetly know she’s half asleep.

“Mhmhm *twitch* I ‘ove you too dad” she mumbled sleep taking over quickly.

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This is normal for them but Chris wouldn’t change his family or daughter for the world because it made him appreciate things the little moments more and more.

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Hey! So sorry this is answered so late. This is for @that-delilah-bitch hope you enjoy sorry for it being so late :)

So what l've decided to do with this one is kinda do it like the family gathering one I did with Chris x autistic! Daughter but obviously change the tag and the condition. Hopefully you all like it and it’s definitely been a rollercoaster to write this because I was almost finished but it deleted itself :(. Reblogs are welcomed and so are constructive comments :)

[forggywrites]

Hobart Brown X GN reader with tics

Hobart “Hobie” Brown x GN reader with Tourette’s/tic disorder headcannons

This is a very self indulgent post because I love Hobie and have Tourette’s syndrome.

CW: talk about tics, ableism, idk what else.

Literally doesn't care

Man probably doesn’t notice either

If he does notice your tics and they’re hurting you he will be concerned.

“Hey love, what's goin on wit ya?” 

When you explain he just shrugs 

“All right, that's cool.” (he means this in a ‘glad you told me, but it doesn’t matter to me’ kinda way)

King is so supportive of you tho

Won’t acknowledge your tics most of the time

(I’d much rather my tics be ignored)

If you tic something funny (and you’re okay with it) he will laugh or giggle a little.

If someone gives you shit for your tics, he WILL defend you (if you want)

He knows you can handle yourself but he also knows you get tired of explaining it to others.

If someone is being REALLY shitty, don’t be surprised if he takes them out back and teaches them a lesson about minding their business.

If you’re having a bad tic day he will take care of you

Need something to hold while your motor tics are making you hurt yourself? He will bring you a pillow or even wrap himself in your arms to help soften the blow.

Won’t make you stop ticcing but will do anything to help them subside

Need meds? He will bring them to you

Need someone to calm/comfort you during a tic attack? He will be there with a comfort show/movie, snacks, and comfy items.

You need music to calm your tics? He already has his guitar out and is strumming your favorite song(s)

Being a punk doesn’t mean he's disrespectful to everyone, just the government and capitalism

He cares for you a lot, your tics don’t change how he feels.

If you are another spiderperson he gains a lot of respect for you.

He knows how hard this job can be, so seeing you do the job just as well makes him think you’re all the more badass.

But he doesn’t baby you, he knows he’d hate it if someone did that to him, so he treats you just the same.

Still offers to help you (in his own way) if he notices you struggling.

If you’re getting shit from other spiders, he will immediately go off about how spider people don’t discriminate.

He’s there for you no matter what.

[jewbeloved]

can u do a craig kyle or cartman with a partner that has tourettes🙏🙏🙏

Craig with a s/o who has tourettes🌟🌟

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Craig Tucker 🌟

This kid, literally doesn't mind it.

You can twitch, yell out random noises or stuff uncontrollably and Craig wouldn't mind. He has experience with dealing with Tweek everytime he twitches.

I personally think Craig is autistic himself so he knows what it feels like to have a disability. What can I say? Craig is a great guy to be with!

He'll listen to music with you, play with stripe, draw, anything! He'll be glad to cope with you to calm down your tourettes if you're feeling stressed about them or uncomfortable.

Cue him being silly by shoving food into your mouth after you twitched. :3❤️

Will gladly take you away from large places full of people if you start feeling awkward or anxious. He will even have a sleepover with you If you ever get lonely!

Vocal tics? He'll boop you on the nose with a tiny smile after you finished ticing.

Aaaaaaa I can't Craig as anything else but wholesome towards you. (Even though he can be a slight troublemaking kid by flipping people off)💙💙💙💛💛💛

I'm on a writers block......I can't seem to be motivated enough..

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Penelope Garcia x Tourettes daughter reader

This is my first Penelope Garcia, I love her she is my favourite along with Reid.

Disclaimer I don't have tourettes but a friend dose so I'm using them as an base for this oneshot.

This is a request!

Summary: Penelopes daughter has tourettes and has a tic attack at school, Penelope has to bring her to her work, Y/N ends up meeting the team.

Tourettes- Tourette Syndrome (TS) is a condition of the nervous system. TS causes people to have “tics”. Tics are sudden twitches, movements, or sounds that people do repeatedly. People who have tics cannot stop their body from doing these things. (For clarity if you don't know what tourettes are)

Tw - Tic attack

Third person pov...

Y/N Garcia had tourettes, she has had them for as long as she can remember, unlike other people who have Tourettes Y/N is lucky because she has a understanding mother who loves and helps her through her tic attacks.

When she doesn't have tic attacks her tourettes are more calm and aren't as painful. But when she has tic attacks her tics can cause her harm, she once bruised herself so badly her teachers were concerned.

But her Mum the amazing Penelope Garcia explained that her daughter has tourettes, the teachers understood and Y/N has a card thay she uses which explains she has tourettes and what to do during a tic attack.

Currently Y/N Garcia was in class, it was her third class sof the day and it was Drama, now Y/N hated drama, not because she had to perform, but because of the amount of anxiety she gets from it that triggers her to have a Tic Attack.

The teen tics had already been hard to stop but currently they were becoming even harder, her Mum always told her not to resist them and hold them in because it hurts her more. The teen curled in on herself as her tics become more violent because of how much stress she was feeling.

She tried to stand up and made it half way before her tics became a tic attack, her whole body twitched and moved suddenly her hands hitting the floor, her mouth making sounds she doesn't want to make, the teen pushed herself into a corner to avoid contact with the class.

She could feel their eyes on her, she knew she should off left he class knowing this was going to happen, she could hear whispers from her class and her friends calling her Mum as they had her number for times like this when she had a tic attack knowing the teen was always really tired and full off pain after a bad one.

Half an hour later her tics finally slowed down at her attack stopped, Y/N was able to over without hurting herself, the teen stands up with help from her friends who begin pulling her out of the classroom and to the nurses office knowing she will have bruises forming and cuts from her nails digging into her arms.

Once she got to the nurse she was taken to a bed and layed down, she was tired and in painand wanted her Mum. The teen cried softly wanting her mum to come pick her up ans take her home.

At Quantico FBI academy...

Penelope Garcia was in her Batcave helping the team find their Unsub halfba mile from Quantico when her phone went off, apologising to Hotch who was asking a question Penelope turned and answers the call not seeing the caller.

"Hello this is Queen of awesomeness speak and be spoken" she said cheerfully into the phone, her face then lost her smile when she heard the nurse at her daughters school tell her that her daughter had a tic attack in Drama and needed to be picked up form school. "Uh yes of course I'm on my way!" She exclaimed before turning back to the video call with Hotch.

She saw behind him that the other had gathered and were all looking at her worried after hearing the cheerfulness in her voice fade. "Everything okay Babygirl?" Asks Derek as Penelope is sat a sad look in her eyes.

This made the tech genius start and stand up quickly. "Y-yes my chocolate thunder Everything is okay I jsut have to go somewhere" she said standing up and grabbing her bag she said bye to everyone before ending the call and running quickly out of her Batcave.

Penelope then ran to her car and jumped into it and drove to her Daughters school, once she got there she ran to the reception and asked for Y/N Garcia and got a visitor badge, she then ran to the nurses office already knowing the way as she is called to it alot.

When she arrived she saw her Daughter and ran over to her, Penelope looked at her and held her daughters shaking hand. "Hey sweetie" she whispers to the girl, Y/N smiled at her Mum "Hey Mum" she said voice hoarse from the shouting she had done.

Penelope looks at her daughters bandaged arms and bruised face and gently stroked her cheek with her finger. Wiping away her tears as her daughter cried. "It's okay sweetie Mamas here, your okay" she whispers before comforting her daughter.

Once Y/N had calmed down Penelope helped her daughter up and began walking her out of the office and down to reception to sign her out, once she wa signed out Penelope walked to the car and helped Y/N get in and bu kled up before getting in herself.

"Ready to go hun" she said and Y/N smiled before sleeping off into a light sleep, whistling and snapping, Penelope smiled and started the car, she began driving back to the FBI academy, once they arrived Penelope helped her daughter out of the car and into the building.

Once they were in the Batcave, Penelope settled in her chair with her daughter who was taller than the tech analyst in her arms, Y/N was playing with a stress ball her Mum gave her as Penelope turned on her screens when she did she was faced with the Team who hadn't moved from when she abruptly left.

"Guys you waited" she said softly making the team look at her. Derek's voice is loud "Hey Baby girl Everything okay you jsut left to suddenly" he said making the other all look at their teammate.

Penelope smiles at them "don't worry um fine I jsut had to pick up my daughter from school she had a tic attack during class" she said making the team look closely, now only seeing the teen curled up on Penelopes lap.

"Daughter!" Exclaimed the majority of the group, this made Y/N turn her head to the screen and smile at them. "Hii" she said whistling and hitting the stress ball, the team waved at the teen.

"Guys this is Y/N Garcia my daughter" siad Penelope introducing her daughter to her family after years of keeping her away from her work.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, as always sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes

Requests are open!

Word count: 1213

[moth--blood]

the 2012 boys with a y/n with tourettes

by: a man w tourettes 👍

LEO:

• at first thought they were you being obnoxious or interrupting on purpose, so he got..peeved very quickly.

• he'd give little comments about the noise sometimes, never really meaning to sound snarky but of course it came off that way. until he did mean to be snarky.

• you were on patrol with him and your original plan was to be listening for break-ins, or the foot, or whatever. one too many verbal tics later and Leo's gone full leader mode and doesn't *stop talking* and it takes you telling him he's being mean for him to stop so you can explain you physically cannot help it.

• he doesn't make too many comments about the noise anymore.

• he always tries distracting you when they get bad, so your brain has something else to focus on. often now he's the one telling people off for being mean about it.

RAPH:

• raph.. gets overstimulated very easily. so constant strings of tics and twitches upset his brain quickly

• he does what he can to distract you or help you during attacks, but he can only help so much before he has to calm his brain so he doesn't flip out on you.

• akin to Leo he was also being a little mean when you told him, and being his partner he swiftly decided "fuck my upset brain, you're sad and I'm going to fix that"

• he copies small ones sometimes without realizing when you're alone. some of the ones he copies turn into stims, and a lot of the time he accidentally triggers them over and over until he realizes this is not, in fact, a fun little copy stimmy game and you might be in pain from it

• he will apologize for a solid 2 hours after even if you're fine, he feels so bad

MIKEY:

• before you told him, he would copy your tics constantly. if they weren't physical (i.e hititng yourself or something akin to that) he thought you were stimming, so he would do them back because mimicking people is his nonverbal way of bonding

• once you told him he flipped out.

• "why didn't you tell me?!" "i didnt want you to feel bad" "didn't that hurt though?!" "i mean. yeah. but it was funny." "DUDE-"

• if you get "booyakasha" as a tic he refuses to take the blame for it lmfao

• "you stole my word!" "you engraved your word into my brain." "i would never-"

• (same with Casey. if goongala is a tic now it's "not his fault, legally")

• he'll still copy them sometimes when he can't tell if it's a stim or a small tic, and he feels so bad when you correct him

• please don't be mad at him he means well i swear

DONNIE:

• realized pretty quickly it wasn't just you stimming or doing it on purpose

• like raph and Mikey he will copy you sometimes, not realizing it's not a stim

• when you tell him and he stops, he'll go "oh, im sorry. ...can we do the copy stim game my hands feel weird now."

• and thus the copy stimmy game continues properly this time </3

i didn't mean for this to sound like A-Team slander they just get angy so fast<///3

[wilbursprincess]

wilbur & partner with tics ??

Wilbur With a Partner With Tics

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of having tics (kind of clear from the title lol)

Why do you ALWAYS have the best ideas, my dear @loserconfirmed??? I’m really getting out of my comfort zone in the best way with your asks! I did a decent amount of research for this ask, but please correct me if needed!

Headcannons below cut!

~Doesn’t point out if you get a new tic, especially if he can tell you’re embarrassed by it.

~If you’re having a tic fit, he can tell you’re probably quite nervous/anxious, and subtly tries to help distract you. Doesn’t make it a big deal, for example, if you’re in a restaurant and it’s making you anxious, he’ll ask if you want to step out and get some air with him.

~Comfortable with jokes about your tics? Great! Not comfortable with jokes about your tics? No problem.

~Will defend you no matter what. Whether it’s giving people who point and laugh a death glare, or helping back you up when you explain your tics, he’s got your back.

~Never makes a big deal about your tics, or really seems to notice them. They’re not weird to him, just part of the person he loves.

~If people stare are you, he stares back until they look away.

~So patient if your tics interrupt speech! Doesn’t try and rush you, just patiently listens.

~Asks if you’re comfortable with questions about your tics instead of just bluntly asking them.

~Wouldn’t ever dream of trying to ‘cure’ or ‘fix’ you. Because there isn’t anything wrong with you!

~After you two have been together for awhile, he realizes your tics aren’t strange or different to him, like they may have seemed at first. They’re just another one of the many, many things he loves about you <3

[king-o-vermin]

we need more x readers wifha reader whi has tourettes (totally not bc i have tourettes whaaaaat)

[cognitosclowns]

Hey! I'm a HUGE fan or your work, and I was wondering if I could have a request for how Andre, Brett, and Myc's s/o would comfort them? I am so soft for these men-

AWE ABSOLUTELY <333 AND THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS OML

sfw!!!! brief mention of drugs, bad eating habits, lack of self care.

Myc

Overall super hard to tell when he's not doing well?

Not only because he keeps things very bottled up overall, but also he has,, no face. hm. MSNDMSNDSM

It definitely gets easier overtime!! His 'bulb' tends to be dimmer, you can hear a certain tension in his voice when he's worrying about smth.

His instant reaction is Ew What Are You Doing. Very twitch-dodge, flinching sorta reaction?

SIGH. he doesn't like getting. attached to people. Stop being endearing. Stop that put those puppydog eyes away you bastard

He isn't a fan of. usual kinds of doting? Sappy 'You Can Do It :)!!' platitudes feel super forced and plastic to him. Even if you mean it genuinely, it just doesn't really. hit.

in the same vein. ughhhhhh talking about his feelings SUCKS go AWAY he is not INTERESTED fuck OFF

Honestly?? Just sit with him?? Crack some jokes, provide distraction, give him contact. Not only is it super calming, but getting a stronger window into your head is. actually pretty nice.

He. likes your mind. He'd never admit it, but being able to see into your brain is super nice. He finds your thought patterns super soothing.

PLUS YOU CAN BE SUPER SAPPY AND BE A BRAT ABOUT IT. Pronounce this snarky bitch dead via psychic damage. Blast his ass with 1000 volts of Love Juice. Think any and all mushy, lovey thoughts. watch his bitch ass get too boggled to remember what he was angsting about.

yes he will make fun of you but. it's worth it he looks so much calmer after.

Brett

OH affirmation does so much and. tbh he needs a lot of it.

He's not the most. confident individual, he has a lot of stress built up in those bones msndsmd.

mmmMMMM. he feels bad for. expressing his emotions. He feels like expressing guilt or anxiety is manipulative, WHICH HE KNOWS IS SILLY, but him feeling silly about it doesn't help it go away?

He's getting better tho! Therapy is a gem, he starts to come to you directly to ask for comfort.

BEST OPTIONS?? The simplest things tbh.

Like reminding him to take some breaths while rubbing his shoulders. Little bits of affirmation, telling him that you love him and that you're proud of him.

AAA <333 also just like. Doing stuff with him. Getting him moving is super helpful!!

Go on a walk (or run) somewhere!! Go out to a park, just do smth to get him outta his own head!! Even just making dinner together, slow dancing in the kitchen while noodles boil!!

It's easy to get stagnant when he's feeling bad, and doing stuff with you is his favorite thing!!

<333 also yes kisses are an amazing option. Your lovely boyfriend lights up so much when he gets a kiss from you <33 brbrbrbr

Andre

yeah he's. not usually very subtle when he's anxious?

Again, he feels super bad asking for help with stuff. Uber-Christian and super repressed family woooooo.

and he doesn't wanna worry you or scare you away?? Like people already see him as The Drug Guy, he doesn't want you to start seeing him differently because he's started showing. yknow. Symptoms.

Honestly?? Best comfort is taking some stuff off his hands.

When he's stressed or in a bad place, it's super easy for him to completely forget to take care of himself.

It's not like he does it purposefully, it's just hard to remember to eat and sleep when he's high-strung.

Make him some food!! soups are <333 and cheap ramen is his favorite shit, he used to survive on that during uni and now it's super nostalgic. Also he's a bottomless pit so dw about making too much food MSNDMSND!!!

Hoist his scrawny ass over your shoulder and wrangle him into bed!! Give him chest and neck kisses, let him rest his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat!!

Remind this silly bitch that you don't care if he stims, or if his tics start up??

He'll 100% try to hide his hands/lay weirdly so you can't see em, just out of General Insecurity. So just. remind him that he's being silly, because you give not a single fuck about em smndsmd!!!

Also one that he never expects, but always seems to help?? Just. remind him it's temporary. Like he knows this song-and-dance, he's done it a thousand times before, he'll do it a thousand times again, and even if it sucks rn it's not unsurvivable.

ITS JUST VERY EASY FOR HIM TO. Lose focus on the past and future? So that reminder is super good <33 helps keep him grounded babey!!

MWA love these boys. Lmk if you had something else in mind!! And as always y'all can add on as you see fit, I love hearing ppl go feral with me MSNDMSD

[arobotjester]

is somebody going to write a reader x Daycare Attendant fic with the reader having mild Tourette's or am I meant to write my own representation </3

[nerdysleepybunny]

hi! i wanted to make a self indulgent/comfort request, and i just wanna let you know that you do not have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. i have tourettes, and its just occurred to me that soon i will have had tics for two years. i started reminiscing on how i felt when i first got them and was wondering if i could have fullscore trio comforting reader through the process? like reader just feels embarrassed, ashamed, and overwhelmed by them and just generally frustrated at how difficult something as simple as brushing their teeth has become. again, you don't have to do this at all! i just wonder how the trio would help reader through something like this since at the time tpn was my comfort series. sorry if this is a lot, i have no intention to overwhelm you or make you feel pitiful or anything! tysm <3

I apologize that this took so long to get out, I’ve been busy and haven’t been in a writing mood lately. And I apologize that you have to go through this. I’m not really experienced on Tourette’s but I’ll try! Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom: The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman, Ray, Emma

Reader: Gender neutral

TW: Mention of reader having tics

Style: Short hcs

Summary: Reader is ashamed of their tics and is feeling frustrated, so the trio comforts them!

Norman:

Everything was fine in the morning, but it all changed during tag.

You were usually pretty good at it, but lately your tics had been acting up, and you’d randomly let out verbal tics, causing whoever was it to be lead directly to you with ease. You kept being caught, and you hated it. You wish you could just control the stupid noises.

When Norman was it and he caught you after you accidentally let out some clicks and random sentences, you finally broke, sobbing in his arms.

“(Y/N)?! What’s wrong?!”

“It’s not fair, Norman! I can’t control these stupid tics, and I hate it! I can’t do anything right!”

You dropped to your knees and sobbed. Norman felt ashamed for not noticing your frustration sooner, and crouched down in front of you, pulling you into his chest and caressing your hair.

“Hey, it’s okay. None of this is your fault. Nobody is mad at you for not being able to control it. The way you do things is perfect, in fact, I find your noises cute!”

You looked up at him, tears still streaming down your face.

“You… do?”

“Mhm, and so does everyone else! The kids are always talking about the funny things you say, they adore you.”

You smiled as Norman wiped the tears from your face and helped you up, the two of you walking out the forest hand in hand.

Ray:

You’ve been hanging out with Ray a lot lately, and have accidentally been calling people idiots and saying other mean things. The children were starting to avoid you and threaten to tell Mom, and you didn’t know how to tell them that you couldn’t control it, so you instead ran to your room crying.

Ray had been looking for you all day, he was beginning to miss his reading buddy. So he finally asked the little ones where you were, and just the mention of your name seemed to trigger them. They were all shouting at once, about all the things you had called them and how you just ran off when they finally confronted you.

Ray was more than confused. That didn’t sound like you at all, there’s no way you could’ve actually done that… but then he remembered your tics, and how you’d often repeat the things you heard. Ray began to laugh, now confusing all the little ones.

“Ray? Why are you laughing?”

“(Y/N) doesn’t mean the things they said, you idiots! They have this thing where they randomly repeat the things they’ve heard, and they can’t control it. They were just saying some of the things I said.”

Ray tried his best to explain your Tourette’s in a way they’d understand, and was relieved when they all let out an exaggerated “Ohhh!”

Suddenly they were all panicking, looking around for your face.

“Where’s (Y/N)?!”

“We need to apologize!”

“Oh, I feel so bad!”

“We messed up!”

“Yeah, this is our fault!”

Ray quickly calmed down all the children and told them to follow him. He knew that you’d often go to your room when you’re upset, so it was a logical place to look.

You were on your bed crying, curled up in a den of sheets, blankets, and pillows. When you heard the door open, you quieted your sobs and huddled further into your make-shift den. That is, until you heard multiple pairs of footsteps and the children calling your name altogether.

Suddenly, all the kids were crawling onto your bed and on top of you, shoving away your pillows and tugging on your blankets, trying to drag you out. Ray leaned in the doorframe with a smirk, chuckling at the scene before him. When you were finally uncovered, all the children got on their knees with their hands clasped together in front of you, with a look of shame on their faces.

“We’re so sorry, (Y/N)!”

“We didn’t know about your sickness!”

“We didn’t mean to yell at you!”

“We won’t say a thing to Mom, promise!”

“Please forgive us!”

You smiled and opened your arms, yelping when they all tackled you in a group hug.

Ray walked over and got all the kids off of you, before pulling you into a suffocating tight embrace.

“Idiot…” He mumbled into your neck as you and the other kids laughed.

Emma:

You slapped Phil. You slapped a fucking child, and you couldn’t even control it. The look of fear he gave you before he began bawling his eyes out and running off absolutely broke you. You couldn’t believe yourself.

You couldn’t stand facing anyone else, so you locked yourself in your room. After a few minutes, you heard a knock on your door.

“Go away…” You mumbled, keeping your hands clasped together tightly. You couldn’t stand your hands. You didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

“(Y/N)… please open the door.” You heard the familiar voice of Emma. Of course Phil ran to her, she was practically Phil’s second mom. This made you want to cry even more.

“I can’t. I might hurt you.”

“(Y/N), please! I’m not mad at you!” Shouted a worried Phil. You lowered your head in shame, not responding.

“(Y/N), move away from the door.”

“What?”

“Just get away from the door!”

You hesitantly stood and backed away, keeping your hands behind your back. You heard Emma crash into the door a few times before finally breaking it open, making it fall off its hinges and land onto the wooden floor.

“Emma-! Mom’s going to kill you!” Before another word could leave your mouth, Phil ran up to you and hugged your leg tightly.

“Emma told me everything!!” You wanted to hug him back, but you were too scared you’d hurt him again, so you kept them tightly in place. Emma walked up to you, and you refused to make eye contact with either of them. She sighed and forced your arms apart.

“You have to trust yourself!”

Phil looked up at you with a smile.

“Go ahead, (Y/N)!” You finally crouched down and pulled Phil into you tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry..”

“It’s okay!” Emma joined in on the hug, pulling you both close.

“You won’t hurt anyone else, there’s no need to worry.. we’re here for you!” You smiled and kept them close. Maybe your hands weren’t so bad after all.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

These almost made me tear up ngl. 😭 But again, I’m not experienced with Tourette’s so I apologize if this isn’t realistic, but I hope you still enjoyed!

[queentheweeb]

Tenya Iida X Non-Binary Tourette's Reader

A/N: Non-binary is a person that goes by they/them and does not consider themselves a girl/woman or a boy/man/. Tourette Syndrome is a nervous system disorder involving repetitive movements or unwanted sounds. It typically starts during childhood. It involves uncontrollable repetitive sounds/movements (tics) such as blinking eyes, bodily movements, and blurting out offensive, nonsensical words and sounds.

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Your tics started when you were 13 years old. At first, you just chalked it up to your severe anxiety and that was you releasing a build-up of emotions. You remember talking to a therapist about it, who then referred you to a clinical therapist who diagnosed you with anxiety disorder. Everything was going good so far up until 14 when you started blurting our cuss words and kept getting written up and sent to the principal's office for crude and disrespectful behavior as well as disruptive. No one took you seriously when you said you weren't doing it on purpose. It felt like electrical pulses every time you felt a burst about to come out so you would di your best to suppress it. However,  the more you tried to suppress it the stronger those electrical pulses would get throughout your body and neck, and head. Your neck would crick and start spasming before you would let out a slew of cuss words, random sayings, lines from TV shows and movies you watched, or what other people would say. You would end up crying after an attack which triggered another one having to listen to people laugh at you and call it cute that you were having fits or getting angry at you for being unable to control something that was not voluntarily controllable. After the severe bouts, you were sent to your doctor who sent you to see a pediatric neurologist. After multiple visits and tests and going to therapists, you were finally diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome along with your Anxiety disorder. It was a relief to you if you were being honest. You had an answer and now you carried around a card and Keychains as well to signify you have Tourette Syndrome. It was also put into your files so when you applied for U.A and got accepted that was the first thing that would be known. It was embarrassing enough that during the written exam you had to be seated by yourself to prevent being a nuisance to the other students. Well, it didn't matter at the end of the day you got accepted to 1-a and here you are at the end of the year having explained your Tourettes and everyone accepted you. Even Mineta granted they laughed a few times considering the stuff you said sometimes was funny.

"Y/N-Chan!" You turned to see Tenya waving erratically at you for your attention. He was with the dekusquad at a table going over the school notes and homework. At least from here, it looks like they were doing that. At least Tenya was that need. You love him. 

"Yes Tenya, Tenya, Tenya" For some reason his name is a tic so when you said it, you always repeated it. At first, he was annoyed because he didn't understand how Tourettes worked until he did some research on his own and with Recovery Girl. Once he confirmed stuff with you he was more confident and understanding which is so much more than what you expected from someone. 

"Come and study with us! We do the homework together and study together then we can all pass together." This is why you loved your friends and Tenya as well. They genuinely cared about everyone including themselves -Izuku was questionable at times but that's another topic for another day- and that was something that you always wanted and maybe needed. Genuine friends with genuine feelings. You sat down right next to Tenya who tangled your legs together. He wasn't one for P.D.A because he thought it was ungentlemanlike of him to take advantage of you like that. You didn't see it like that but, you respected his decisions. However, in the safety and privacy of your dorm rooms, he would be all over you. He was always holding you, hugging you, kissing you, and never gave you any kind of personal space. You loved it all. Your tics were relatively calm considering you were comfortable and there was no urgency or training. Your tics occurred in stressful situations such as training or fighting villains. You still don't know how you made it into the hero course but, you believed it was out of pure spite that you were here. Everyone who told you that you couldn't make it, that you couldn't possibly be a hero with anxiety and Tourette's syndrome. 

"Y/N can you help me out with this, please? You know I suck at math." You smiled at Asui and Ochako looking over the worksheets that Ecto had given the class. It was quiet with you making light noises and twitches with your body here and there. There were no classes considering it was a Saturday and everyone was in the common room area. After a couple of hours and dinner, everyone set out to do their own thing. It wasn't movie night so Tenya very slyly looked at you with a tilt of his head signaling if you wanted to go upstairs for cuddles. You nodded your head at him going to grab his hand. He allowed it and the two of you waved by to your friend groups and headed straight upstairs. Once you got to his room the two of you stepped out of your slippers and you went to pick a movie to watch. He never watched too many Disney movies so you picked Mulan this time to watch.  You turned to the bed to see him laying on his side with his arms open. You grabbed the remote jumping into the bed loving how he spooned you. 

"Are you comfy?" You whistled before nodding and snuggling back into him. You felt the slight electric buzz of your Tourettes but it was calm. He was your peace after all.

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What are your thoughts? What do you think? Was it okay representation?

[jamespottervariant]

can someone write a jay (okja) x reader/oc fic with a character that has tics/tourettes and it just casually being present i’m craving something self indulgent without having to write it myself

[flameontheotherside]

When someone says they are or have _____, fucking believe them. It's not YOUR job to determine anything. By acting like a giant cunt with an imaginary degree in _____ you hurt the people who were brave to speak thier truth. Gaslighting is a form of emotional abuse no one deserves making you the abusive party and honestly the world would be better without you in it. Full stop!

[windtowee]

How they would react to their target flirting with them

Creepypasta version Gender neutral! Target! reader Tw! Mentions of killing, mentions of a knife and Tourette’s syndrome Notes: This is based off of this TikTok

Jeff:

This man does not know how to react

He’s in between wanting to flirt back and wanting to kill you

He just stands there awkwardly with a knife: 🧍‍♂️🔪

He’s flabbergasted so take this time to flirt more or run, it’s your choice

Toby:

He got all of the flustered giggles and feels

This man has now turned into a flustered little girl, all because of you

He honestly forgets he has to kill you and let’s you leave unscathed

His tic’s are acting out, due to excitement

Masky:

This man looks at you flirting and says “Alright, bet”

He immediately starts flirting back with you

It’s honestly a competition to him, to see if he could make you blush before you can make him blush

He Doesn’t forget about killing you, he just lets you go, claiming that You were too entertaining to be killed.. it’s his way of saying that he likes you

[sister-lucifer]

Take Your Breath Away 

Ticci Toby x Gender Neutral Reader 

Genre: Smut 

Summary: Toby is a nasty son of a bitch and pulls a terrifying trick on you 

Content/Warnings: Nonconsensual breath play (the sex is consensual, the suffocation is not), bondage, Toby is a mean and nasty motherfucker, Reader almost passes out, homicidal undertones, a wee bit of degradation, listen it’s one of MY toby fics i feel like that’s a warning in and of itself, no genitalia specified for Reader, Reader and Toby are already in a relationship 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

A/N: Just to avoid confusion, in my headcanon Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s; i’m writing his stutter, not his tics! thankies!

It was no secret to you that Toby had some…odd “interests”. It wasn’t a secret to anyone, really. You could probably guess it just by looking at him. However, for the most part he’d been rather proficient at practicing restraint. Of course, that’s not to say he didn’t stare when you weren’t looking, and he certainly let his twitchy hands linger over your neck for a bit too long when he pulled you in. Maybe you should have kept a closer eye on him, but after getting so used to his unusual demeanor it was easy to simply brush it off. You noticed him staring throughout the day, sure, and you were definitely a bit put off when he refused to let you pull away from a kiss that had gone on for much too long, giggling to himself as you fought to catch your breath. 

You really should’ve at least wondered what was up when he silently walked up behind you while you were at the counter, wrapping a strong hand around your neck without warning. You could feel him grinning against your neck as he greeted you with a hushed laugh that made you shiver. He let go when you managed choke out his name, pulling you into him by the waist as if nothing had happened. You were naturally perplexed when he walked away, but he didn’t seem to think anything of it. Why should you?

He was playful, that was all, you thought. He was mischievous and liked to push his limits to see how you’d react; it was how he learned, seeing as he was never quite in tune with social cues. It was all in good fun, you figured, even if it had been a bit startling. 

Despite what you told yourself, there was no denying the malicious glint in his eyes when he posed you a jarring question: 

“Would you l-let me tie you up?” 

You stood quickly from where you were crouched, busy rummaging through a cabinet until Toby had violently grabbed your attention. It was out of the blue, completely unprompted, enough to have you staring at him slack-jawed in stunned silence. When you couldn’t conjure a response fast enough, he repeated his question.

“Would you let me t-tie you up?” 

“W…What?” 

You tilted your head in confusion, trying to wrap your mind around what could have possibly brought him to this thought. 

“Just say yes or no: If I wanted t-to tie you up, would you let me?” 

You struggled for a few moments more, your face beginning to feel unbearably hot. 

“I mean…I— I guess? Sure?” You replied, your eyes nervously scanning Toby’s face in an attempt to ascertain anything about what he could possibly be thinking. 

“Good, thanks.” He replied curtly before turning on his heel and leaving the room. 

He left you standing alone, completely dumbfounded. When he didn’t return and you couldn’t form the foggiest idea of what had just happened, you sighed in defeat and returned to your task. You couldn’t really complain; you knew what you were signing up for with Toby. 

Well…you sort of knew. 

He was certainly a wild card. You’d think you’d have learned to expect the unexpected by now. 

It took only a couple days for Toby to bring the topic up again, this time practically cornering you in your bedroom. You always felt small around Toby with his six foot four towering frame, but you felt particularly vulnerable when he has that hungry look in his eyes he always got when he really, really wanted something. 

“I’ve g-got a surprise for yooouuu!” He announced, one hand behind his back to conceal whatever it was he was so excited about. “Lay down on your stomach. Quickly.” 

You almost hesitated, but you were so morbidly curious you simply had to know what he was hiding. You didn’t take your eyes off of him, though. 

You laid down on the bed and rested your head on your arms, watching as Toby climbed on top of you to straddle your waist. You winced when he roughly pulled your arms behind you, quickly binding them together with the rope he’d been hiding behind his back. He gave one last tug to the bindings to test them, then sat back to admire his work.

“Looks g-good on you…” He muttered, and you’d be ashamed to admit it made you a bit flustered. 

He turned you over, and you were immediately greeted with the sight of his crooked smile spread wide across his face. You tried to return it, but something about it was deeply unsettling. You shuddered under the unblinking, unrelenting gaze of his dark hazel eyes. 

Really, what did you have to be so nervous about? You really couldn’t shake the feeling that he was planning something, but that was irrational. You trusted Toby, didn’t you? 

You did, of course. It was silly to even consider otherwise. 

You happily kissed him back when he leaned down over you. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, and for a split second you caught that dark swirl of something sinister in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. 

It was as if locking eyes with him put you in a trance, and it felt like only a few seconds had passed between that quiet kiss and the scene of debauchery that was unfolding now. 

Toby has you in his lap, his heaving chest against your back. His jittery hands have an iron grip on your hips, effortlessly bouncing you on his cock as if you weighed nothing. His heavy breath fans over your glistening skin and makes you shiver with delight. 

“S-Sooo tight—“ He whispers to you with a shuddering voice. He certainly isn’t worrying about hiding his voice, more than content to pant and moan in your ear without any ounce of shame. Your hands strain against your bindings as you struggle to keep it together. It felt like every time he thrusted up into up into you he hit even deeper than before, leaving no spot untouched. 

“You okay there, p-pretty thing?” Toby asks over your shoulder. You manage a nod and a weak hum in response, but any attempt at words would melt into a pitiful noise of desperation. 

Toby absolutely adores seeing you like this. It gives him such a wonderful rush of confidence to hold such power over you, the power to reduce you to a trembling mess with his bare hands. The best part, though, was how willingly you allowed him to abuse that power. 

You were the perfect plaything, hardly every questioning anything he did, at least not out loud. You were completely pliant in your own destruction, even if you hadn’t been made aware of it just yet. 

He adjusts you in his hold, allowing him to slowly trail one hand up your body. His fingers drum against your sides in a fidgety manner as they ghost over your skin. You don’t notice what he’s doing until you feel him stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“Deep breaths, sweet thing, d-deep breaths…” 

The words should be reassuring, relaxing even, but something threatening has creeped into his voice and is practically spilling through his toothy grin. You lock eyes with him for a brief second, holding back a gasp when you see the unmistakable darkness swirling in his eyes. 

Suddenly a freakishly strong hand clamps over your nose and mouth, holding tight and immediately making your heart drop. Your air supply has been effectively cut off in an instant. Your first instinct is to fight Toby’s unfaltering hold, but you quickly find it to be pointless. 

“Don’t fight it, d-don’t fight…” Toby mumbles against your neck. “You’ll only t-tire yourself out…” 

He hasn’t even stopped thrusting into you, seemingly taking enjoyment in watching you squirm in distress when you both know there’s nothing you can do. Each thrust knocks a bit more air out of you, and you can already feel yourself becoming dizzy. 

As you slowly lose the strength to fight, Toby only becomes more and more enthusiastic. 

“Ahah…y-you’re so cute like this. I wonder if I-I can make you cum before you pass out…you think you can manage that?” 

You hardly process his words, but whether or not you heard him doesn’t matter; you can’t so much as nod or shake your head in reply. Toby doesn’t need a response, though. He’s more than content to listen to himself talk. 

“Y-You know I could never kill you, right?” Toby asks, but the question is not reassuring in the slightest. “No, no…I-I could never…but maybe I w-want to see what you look like when everything g-goes dark. Does that s-scare you?” 

You use the last of your breath to let out a desperate whimper, but Toby merely smiles in response. Your heartbeat is unbearably loud in your ears, so much so that it’s starting to block out his voice. 

“I b-bet it does,” He continues, unbothered. “You know what I-I am and yet…you willingly let m-me use you like this. Do you h-have any idea what I could do to y-you? Do you even care?” 

He’s mocking you, and it stings just a bit. He’s got a point, though. I mean, what person in their right mind would be so eager to please an openly homicidal maniac? Maybe you weren’t much saner than him, all things considered…

Maybe you should have expected this. 

You really start to panic when black spots start forming in your vision, dark ashen circles burning into your sight. Toby hasn’t missed a beat even once, watching you intently with crazed eyes that see every little twitch or slight move. Your vision is overtaken by the darkness all too fast and yet agonizingly slow, drawn out to a cruel degree. You can feel the last shreds of strength leaving your body, and for a moment there’s a flicker of acceptance that there really is nothing you can do, though it’s quickly washed away by your distress. There’s a split second where you’re nearly blind, only able to see the smallest shards of light, and if Toby hadn’t decided to pull his hand away right then and there you surely would have passed out. 

When you finally feel him let you go you inhale on instinct, nearly sobbing with relief when your lungs finally fill with air again. You cough and heave as you fight for your breath with all you can. For a few moments you don’t notice that Toby has stopped moving his hips completely, now more invested in observing you. Your eyes watered as you struggled to calm your sporadic breathing. 

“T…Toby—“ You call weakly, barely managing to speak. In response his hips twitch, reminding you that his length is still throughly nestled inside of you. You grit your teeth to hold back a broken moan. 

“Heheh, did you k-know you get this…this f-funny look in your eye when you’re scared?” He asks, but you know he’s not really interested in an answer. You couldn’t give one anyways. 

He adjusts your position in his lap once more, making you tense up as you feel him shift inside of you. He begins to drag a hand up your chest just as you’ve managed to calm your breathing, and it quickly finds itself dangerously close to your neck. 

“T-Toby, wait—“ You begin to plead, but he quickly cuts you off. 

“Shhhh, shhhh…Don’t f-fight me, pretty thing. Just let me play w-with you a bit longer…”