Magical onahole connected to Tim's pussy... except Dick KNOW it's connected to his pussy because he made sure it was. He wants to fuck his baby brother but he's so scared of loosing him that he comes up with the idea of connecting him to an Onahole
He plays with it constantly, when he's bored, horny, angry. Sometimes he fingers it during movie nights and watches Tim squirm, he stuffs it with a dildo or a vibrator so Tim never has a break.
He knows it's affecting Tim mentally, Tim looks more tired, more stressed out, and eventually he comes to Dick asking for help, sobbing because he's so horny and sensitive and he's being fucked multiple times a day and he doesn't know what to do.
And maybe Dick helps him by fucking him... making Tim promise to be his 'living onahole' or something... maybe there's a bit of mindbreak involved... (I love mindbreak one of my favorite tropes)
anon i want u to know im kissing your mind truly
magical onaholes are nice but dick getting one just so he can fuck timmy???? oh exquisite.
it doesn't start out as a thing. dick loves his little brother. so much. too much, maybe, but he can't make himself regret it when tim's by his side and smiling and he's happy with dick, looks at him so adoring. and - sometimes he needs to let go of the dark thoughts that linger, of the stray looks he sends tim's thighs, tim's ass, tim's chest; he needs to put them in a box and exile them to the deepest parts of his brain.
the problem with this is - well, he can't control dreams. and boy, does dick dream. he wakes up, almost every day now, cock throbbing, to the images of tim getting fucked, of tim sucking him off, of tim on his knees and on his fours and laid down on his bed, taking it and taking it until dick can give nothing more.
it happens with a case. some sick pervert was using magic to connect an onahole to girls he wanted to fuck. nightwing took him down, of course, and confiscated the toy and the magic book and whatever else. the guy didn't cross blüd's borders, so no one in the family is aware of what happened, and the onahole and the book sit on dick's table for one long, guilt-ridden week before he makes the decision.
he needs tim's dna - he has it. he needs blood and chalk and a weird ass circle on the floor but - he can do that.
and. and he does it.
dick doesn't touch it for days. but one day, he comes back from wayne manor, after training with tim, seeing him sweaty and flushed and panting, and--he can't help it. he can't, his brain doesn't let him throw away the want inside him, the need to sink into tim's pussy and bite his skin and fuck him into the training mats so hard they stained them forever and never could think about anything else whenever they trained.
he starts with lube. with a finger. prodding, gently, shivering at the warmth the toy exudes. "shit, shit." it really is connected to tim's pussy. fuck. he groans, and starts fingering tim in earnest, adoring how his fingers get wet, how they feel tim's pulse echo through the onahole.
it's a matter of time before he needs to put his mouth on it, taste it and get the flavour to stick; he wants to taste tim even when he's not eating his pussy, when he's eating or when he's running around in nightwing's suit. dick wants that so bad.
it feels - weird, at first, to eat out a toy. but after a while, he flattens his tongue and focuses on the clit for a bit, enters his fingers again and curls them, and tim cums all over his face.
it's pure ecstasy.
dick comes back to his pants wet from semen stains. fuck, fuck, fuck, he came just from eating tim out. and tim tasted - so good, so wonderful. he needs to do it again.
so he does. and once he's hard again--it doesn't take long--it's time.
he fucks his timmy.
puts the toy over his cock, feels the resistance that comes with timmy being a virgin--almost comes again, he's tim's first--and thrusts, again and again, relentless and gone on tim's velvet walls and the tight grip they have around him.
he fucks him hard, able to lift the toy much easier than a body, able to let go and wreck tim's pussy the way he wants to, the way he's needed to since that boy started to grow on him and love took root in his heart.
it's a fantastic fuck.
so of course, he doesn't stop.
his fingers, his mouth, his cock - his hand, once, with lots of lube and an ache of not being able to hold the real timmy down as he did it.
one day, he takes the onahole with him to wayne manor. makes sure to keep it hidden, and when they're watching a movie on that big cinema room, he takes it out, and watches. fingers tim right there, sees him squirm and hold back all his cries and moans, and dick wants so badly to hear them - but he knows better. seeing tim orgasm, though, almost breaks him.
tim likes it.
after that, well. dick is a completely different beast. if he was addicted before, now he walks around his flat with the onahole on his cock, so he can fuck tim whenever and, of course, keep timmy stuffed the way he seems to love. he still eats him out, and fingers him properly, but at this point tim is so used that his muscles have loosened and his hole is almost always lubricated, with semen or lube or spit, or whatever dick can find in time.
and when he goes to patrol, he can't help but leave a dildo--a replica of his own cock--in tim, so he can enjoy it even if dick's not available, so he can be full of him forever.
after all, tim orgasms constantly. that means he likes it, right?
(OH MAN LMAO IF I CONTINUE THIS WILL TURN INTO A FULL FIC ALKDFJNCKSJADFH but imagine after this dick starts seeing tim getting tired, more stressed. and when tim comes to him, talking about it, he makes all the right noises and comforts him, saying he'll look into it. he hugs tim, even as the dildo is nestled in the onahole--in tim's hole--not even a room away.
and tim, sobbing in his chest, begs: "dick, please, please. fuck me, do it for real, i can't anymore--"
and oh. oh, dick can give it to him, alright.
fuck him until he passes out so he can rest. fuck him again in the morning when tim begs for it again, because this time a vibrator is inside-him-but-not, and he can't, he can't anymore--
and it goes on. tim comes to him for fucking when he's at his limit, which is shorter by the day, and dick continues to use the onahole, because not fucking tim every other hour is not something that occurs to him anymore.
and, one day, babs needs his help and dick forgets his onahole at home without a dildo inside. and--well, he guesses tim will appreciate the break.
yet, later that night, when he comes home, tim is fingering himself, desperate, crying and thrusting his hips up and down, moaning and begging and breaking down because he didn't have a cock inside him the whole day.
"i'll be good, please, please, i can't, i want it, dick, big brother," he sobs even harder at seeing dick standing there. "fuck me! i need it, please, please..."
now, isn't that a surprise?
of course dick gives it to him. tim's his little brother, he would do anything for him. that's what he tells tim, holding him close and getting out of his suit at light-speed while he does, cock already hard and ready to fuck his timmy into oblivion again.
he might not need the onahole anymore, if tim is this broken. if tim needs and wants him so badly.
so a few weeks later, to avoid suspicions, he tells tim he found the culprit, found the onahole, found the magic book.... but tim is unable to respond, riding a dildo on dick's bed, completely gone chasing his pleasure.
"do you want me to get rid of it, timmy?"
but tim only answers in moans. dick sighs, fond. "i guess i'll ask you when your head's a bit clearer." and then he puts down the onahole, lifts tim from the dildo--ignoring his little brother's whines--and fucks him into the mattress, fills him with his cum, until tim's squirting all over.
"are you with me, now?"
"hmmm."
good enough, he guesses. these days, tim is only present after a good fuck, or when he's out in public. which isn't a lot, now that dick thinks about it. they're kept busy. "do you want me to get rid of the onahole, timmy? or is cock all you can think about?"
"... please."
his timmy is crying. crying, and his pussy is still twitching. still greedily clenching down on dick's cum.
dick pats tim's head, gentle. he kisses his forehead. "okay. do you need me to fuck you again, timmy?"
and then, in a tiny voice, blush in his cheeks, tim looks at dick, adoration still shining through. "yes, please."
.... actually this might be a whole damn fanfic lmao what the fuck. im gonna take this to my docs.... maybe a three-chapter-fic...... thinking thoughts.....















