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Heyy! So- i'm so sorry if you guys thought it was going to be platonic the Luo binghe!Reader and batfam series

I'm so so sorry! I'll add warnings next time! Before reading the chapters, please read the beginning where it mentions that this story isn't platonic at all! Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest. NSFW, smut.

Part¹²

Cassandra knew she was making a good decision

She had managed to find out how satisfied Dick and Bruce were after just a few sessions with you, she knew sje was making a good decision, maybe this could help bring you three back together

Her lips moved down, kissing your sacks as Stephanie bobbed her head up and down, taking your cock in her mouth.

You looked down at them with that penetrating gaze that made them sigh so much.

You were really big, Stephanie could barely fit half of it in her mouth.

You mumbled hoarsely small compliments as they both taked times on your hard cock, it was bitter, it was salty.

It was... Perfect.

Both of them were naked while you were still wearing the clothes they had chosen for you, your pants down around your muscular calves.

Stephanie gasped as she released your cock, her hand caressing your shaft as she looked down at it with surprised delight.

" It's... Big "

Cassandra hummed as she sat on your lap, cock brushing against her wet pussy as Stephanie licked and kissed you up.

The blonde couldn't wait much longer, moving until she was sitting on your shoulders, calves on either side of your head while her cunt hovered over your lips.

Her back to you as she leaned in to kiss Cassandra, sharing your taste in their mouths as she sat on your face

One of your hands moved up, fingers rolling and caressing her thigh while your lips moved, licking her wet folds before thrusting your long tongue over her entrance.

She arched her back, her lips moaning against Cassandra's mouth as the dark-haired girl watched everything intently.

She moved her hips upward, letting the head of your cock brush against her clit and trap against her entrance before lowering herself, taking you all to the hilt in one short sank.

Your other hand, the free one, took hold of her hip while your tongue moved, your lips sucking the juices from the cunt on your face.

Cassandra climbed up before descending, then again. Taking a slow yet deep pace, Cass had never felt anything so long inside her in her life; it made her feel so full... All while Stephanie rolled her hips, riding your face desperately as she broke the kiss, eyes half-closed and moans leaving her lips

Your own sounds muffled by her ass as you eat her out, your tongue and lips Moving so expertly that it almost brought her to orgasm immediately, but she waited while your hips moved upwards, meeting Cassandra movements with sharp of your own.

The room was hot and filled with the smell of alcohol that still clung to the three of you.

Just a couple of minutes later, Stephanie came on your face with a whimper, her hips twitching as she lifted herself slightly, looking down at you only to tremble as she watched you run your tongue over your own lips, Licking up all the remaining juices with your tongue to avoid wasting any.

A couple of seconds later, Cassandra hips twitched almost pathetically for an incredible fighter as she was.

She stopped, your cock buried almost completely inside her.

She closed her eyes as Stephanie leaned back slightly against the sheets, panting for air, her legs still trembling and spreaded from the aftershocks of the best orgasm of her life.

As Cassandra slowly stood up, your cock slid out of her, still hard, while spurts and spurts of cum cascaded down from your headcock like a waterfall.

Of course, it wasn't the only round.

...

The following morning was quiet.

The first to wake up, of course, was you.

You were buried between two naked bodies, your eyes slowly opened, long eyelashes fluttering slightly as you saw the face in front of yours, one leg thrown over your hip... Cassandra was asleep, her face peaceful and even content. Her body was covered in bites and hickeys from Stephanie, who was behind you, burying her face in your shoulder from behind.

Light shone through the closed curtains, clothes lay messy on the floor in small clumps all over the floor.

You slowly got up, careful not to wake them, while you searched the floor for your boxers, which you simply put on and left the room to make breakfast.

And prepare some water and aspirin for the headache Stephanie would have.

You started cooking breakfast before a few minutes later you felt two arms wrap around your waist, Cassandra's face buried in your neck from behind, her hand moving up to trace the lines they had left on your back.

" You woke up. " She murmured against your neck, her voice low and husky, as you looked down at breakfast being prepared.

" Are you hungry? "

She nodded.

By the time the three of them arrived at Manor, it was afternoon.

Your scent clung to them, and their scent clung to your clothes like laundry detergent. Alfred raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched them enter; both girls seemed... a little too pleased with themselves, while you had simply walked past him to go to your room.

Both Cass and Stephanie collapsed onto the couch, tired and even a little exhausted, their stomachs feeling somewhat empty. After all, your cum had been so heavy and warm... The thought made them exchange glances between them.

Meanwhile, you were taking a peaceful bath.

Last night had been a bit wild, to be honest... But you were somewhat satisfied; Cassandra was a woman with a lot of stamina, it was almost impressive that she had been able to handle you. A half-demon with heavenly blood.

While you were bathing, you could feel someone watching your back...

Looking over your own shoulder, between your long eyelashes with strands shiny from the water running down your neck... Your gaze met Tim's, his eyes focused on you and only you, in his hand, a camera that had been recording since you entered, you were sure of it.

Your lips tilted slightly upwards.

Pathetic...

" No... There's water in the other showers. Can I shower with you? That way we can save water... "

Your eyes gently narrowed.

A silence before you smiled at him, your eyes closing as you turned to look at him.

His eyes instinctively descended to the erect heavenly pillar between your legs.

Your head tilted slowly to one side as Tim didn't wait for a response, taking off his clothes and getting in beside you, letting the water soak him. His back was to you, he could feel your slow, warm breath against his nape, and a shiver ran up the base of his spine...

" You were recording "

You said as your hands rested on the wall in front of you, on either side of Tim's head, as you leaned slightly towards him, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear.

" What do you plan to do with those recordings? "

Your... Pillar... It grazed his ass, his eyes focused forward as he felt something hot starting to swell in his gut.

" i... "

You leaned slightly closer to him, your chest pressed against his bare back as the water slowly lapped at you, the sound so low and soft... Almost so intimate it made his neck flush red.

" What do you plan to do? Sell them? Watch them and jerk off while you look at them and wish it was you? "

You laughed against his ear, your hard erection pressed against his ass like a cushion, You were... So big, his eyes slowly lowered, noticing the beginning of his own erection between his legs, the pale skin flush and curled upwards, small drops of pre-cum running down the tip of the shaft, faint traces of curled hair on his pelvis.

Your hands stayed there, a smile on your lips as you let your lips slip lower and lower, brushing against his nape.

" stop teasing me. " Tim finally said.

Turning to face you, his back pressed against the wet wall as he looked up at you, you were taller than him...

Both naked erections brushed against each other and Tim couldn't help but feel a shiver down his spine; you were bigger, thicker, and smoother than him.

His was barely half as big as yours...

You looked down at him and smiled.

" Excited...? "

Your fangs bearing lightly, drops of water slowly sliding down your lips ...

You rolled your hips, letting both rub slowly, the tip tracing a warm, wet path across the hot skin... Tim gasped, cheeks pink as his hand flyed upwards, covering his own mouth as they grinded against eachother.

" ngh... "

Again and again...

A slow grind, rub making them jump, curling upwards as they got wet with drops of pre-cum running down towards the tiles.

" fuck... " Your head tilted slightly, hair messy and wet on your face as your eyes closed, wet eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbones, running down on wet paths onto your shiny lips and down your chin.

His back arched... His body tensed as your cock bounced slightly, drops of cum trickling down as he breathed heavily.

" ngh! "

His head fell back, , eyes closed with burning pink cheeks...

" ah... You cum already? So fast? "

You scoffed, amused, as you slowly took a step back and turned off the taps to stop the water from running in the shower.

Tim looked away, his ears red as his legs trembled slightly.

You chuckled softly as you grabbed the towel and gave him a slow wink before leaving the bathroom, leaving behind only a flustered Tim.

Guys... I got sick.

Honestly? I barely managed to finish this chapter without my eyes hurting.

I hate being sick, I really do. It's awful.

Well, I haven't uploaded any more chapters and I might not upload any more for a couple of days.... Only until I get better.

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest.

Part¹¹

They were both sitting in the manor's entrance, still not going inside as they talked to each other; they had been doing this for at least a couple of hours while updating each other on their lives.

Of course, you didn't fully explain what happened

But a half-truth.

A little white lie wouldn't hurt.

She could notice many things had changed about you; you really didn't seem like the boy she once knew. Instead, It was you.

Tall and muscular, with long, silky-smooth hair, jade-clear eyes, and flawless skin that almost made her jealous—key word: almost. She' could see that your nails had grown sharp and were painted black, some cool earrings dancing in your sharp ears... And your clothes were super cool, even if a bit outdated. But that wasn't what mattered right now, not really.

What mattered was that you were here'.

Stephanie had forgotten that she was there for Cassandra, who, somewhat worried at not having been picked up yet hours after scheduling her departure, headed towards the entrance of the manor.

Before stopping when she' saw them there.

They were sitting on the steps, their shoulders brushing as you two talked and smiled.

Cassandra felt a strange feeling fill her heart, not jealousy or fear... Hope.

You looked... so calm while you were talking to Stephanie.

Perhaps you could accompany them?

Stephanie certainly wouldn't be bothered right'?...

Walking slowly, she could see your ear twitch in her direction as you glanced over your shoulder, eyebrows rising slightly before a small smile touched your lips.

" Cassandra. " She nodded as Stephanie turned to look at her upon hearing her name come from her lips, tensing before gasping as she placed her hands over her mouth in surprise.

" ah! I forgot! "

Cassandra shook her head gently and moved her hands, using sign language to respond. ' it's okay, perhaps you can join us? ' She turned to look at you.

You blinked your eyes slowly before closing them, a small smile on your lips.

" sure' "

Stephanie smiled and lifted you up, hugging your arm to her chest and taking Cassandra's hand with the other, pulling them towards the gates that manor had

" Great, great! Let's go! We'll waste even more time if we don't hurry! "

Cassandra couldn't help but smile as her gaze met yours for a few seconds before you both turned back to Stephanie

Cass avoided thinking about why when she looked at you her heart started beating fast and her fingers, tremble for the first time in years.

...

You were carrying all the bags while Cassandra and Stephanie licked ice cream, talking and chatting while you followed behind them.

Your eyes narrowing sharply every time a boy or a man got too close.

That's when an idea sparked in Stephanie's mind.

" Let's go to a bar! "

...

Night came quickly, very quickly.

The speakers were blasting, bodies rubbing and brushing against each other in heated movements, the heat flooding the place.

Smells, cigarettes and alcohol in the air

Enough to make a sober person dizzy.

But you weren't a normal person.

You were sitting by the bar, leaning your elbow against the small table in front of you as you watched Stephanie and Cassandra dance together in front of your table.

Your fingers tracing the rim of the glass as you took a slow sip.

You had ordered a whiskey, nothing strong enough to get you drunk.

Your eyes tracing the bodies in front of you, Cassandra meekly pressed against Stephanie's waist from behind, rolling her hips forward grinding against Stephanie's ass as Stephanie laughed, already drunk.

Cassandra wasn't drunk; there weren't many things that could make her drunk, honestly.

Her eyes traveled towards yours, yours focused on them and only them, and a slow breath escaped from between her alcohol-swollen lips.

You were... looking at them.

Your eyes traced how Stephanie rolled her hips back, how their dresses riled up their thighs... And your tongue darted out to lightly lick your own lips each time their breasts bounced slightly when dancing.

Cassandra had thought that maybe you were gay; after all, she knew what had happened between you and the other three members of the family.

And she' had only thought of it that way.

But now that she' saw you...

Clearly you weren't just gay.

Bi? Pan? Maybe...

She turned her gaze back to Stephanie, who had turned to put her arms around her neck, their faces close enough for their breaths to mingle, one smelling more of alcohol than the other. Even without seeing you, Cassandra could tell you were watching what was happening.

And you were letting it happen.

Did that turn you on...?

Her hands caressed Stephanie's waist as she giggled, a drunken blush on her cheeks as she guided them to sit down again.

Stephanie was out of breath, her hand gripping your forearm for support.

" ah... I need... More "

You chuckled softly over your glass and slowly shook your head. " Sorry Steph, but I don't think it's possible. You've had enough, don't you think? " Cassandra just watched the conversation; she herself felt her throat a little... dry too.

Stephanie pouted, hugging your arm and pressing her breasts against it as she looked up at you through her long golden eyelashes.

" pretty please?? "

You sighed.

" What will I do with you? " You smiled slowly and shared a slow sip from your glass of whiskey with her.

She moaned as she finished your drink, the glass thumping lightly against it as she dropped it onto the table.

Still breathless, she look at Cassandra through her eyelashes and then at you.

Then again

And again.

" You two... You're very attractive, you know? "

Cassandra and you exchanged glances

' Let's go home ' Cassandra pointed as you slowly lifted yourself up, gently helping Stephanie to her feet, her leaning against your shoulder with a small giggle.

" aww! "

The three of them slowly left the bar after you paid the entire bill.

You took her home first, of course; after all, she didn't live in Manor, although you could have taken her there, but you two felt it would be better to take her to her own house.

You were helping her take off her heels while Cassandra was making the bed.

Her warm hands cupped your cheeks, drawing your gaze down into her eyes, which were slightly glistening from drunkenness, a blush still present on her cheeks, and lipstick faintly smudged. Her eyes narrowed, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly as she looked directly at you.

Your hands instinctively grabbed her waist to prevent her from falling.

" Are you... "

her thumbs caressed your cheekbones.

" Gay or bisexual? "

You blinked, not really thinking you knew how to respond before she gently shook her head and started talking again without letting you reply.

" I'm... too drunk for this... Please don't hate me... "

With that, she moved forward, letting her lips press against yours.

Cassandra stopped behind you, staring intently before approaching Stephanie from behind, her hands gently taking hold of her hips just below your slightly larger hands.

Her head falling against the back of Stephanie's neck as she kissed you.

Your gaze fell to Cassandra, who was looking at you through the curtain of her dark bangs, a dark blush rising to her cheeks as she slowly lifted Stephanie's hen of the dress so her hands could touch the warm skin underneath, Stephanie gasping against your lips as Cassandra hands brushed against her panties.

Your eyes searched for Cassandra and she moved her hands slowly, gesturing you something. ' she' wants this. '

Your eyes scanned Cassandra before slowly closing, moving your lips against Stephanie's as you backed them both back, all three of you falling onto the bed with a soft thump.

Cassandra's hands caressing Stephanie's thighs and putting her knee between them.

While you continued kissing her, your lips devouring every sound she made.

The room is getting warm.

What do you think?

Luo binghe!Reader is like a mix between the original PIDW and SVSSS's version. I mean, practically bisexual. Since has a harem of women in PIDW and a husband in SVSSS..

I was debating whether to actually include Cassandra and Stephanie; I wasn't entirely convinced, but... It won! So, a chapter is a chapter. :⁠-⁠P

I might have to pause this fic for a time, maybe a week or two, I haven't been having any more ideas! My mind is completely blank. It's painful!

So! I'm so so sorry if i don't upload a chapter in some time!

I need some creativity and nothing is coming to me. 🫩✌️

@iglb12 @soafhie @noone1233nobody

Whatcha think of Reader x Cassandra x Stephanie?

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest.

Part¹⁰

The morning was cold.

Your eyes fluttered open, staring at the open curtain beside you, the cold air hitting your face through the open window, snow... Snow was falling

You stared at the snow for a while before slowly looking down, your pants on tight... Your inner thighs ached and you felt sticky between your legs.

You sat down slowly.

Stretching as the cold air hit your face, a small smile on your lips.

Your hair curled over your shoulders, falling down your back as you stretched, your legs slightly parting...

Your eyes slowly opened, azure blue lights from outside coldly pressing against your body... It reminded you of Mobei-jun.

Everyone was looking at you.

You wonder why that is..

You smiled slowly, feeling a sharp edge of irritation filling your chest as you slowly narrowed your eyes into small slits, thick eyelashes fluttering slightly.

" mm? "

Everyone looked elsewhere, your eyes tracing all their ears turning red that made your smile turn sharper for a second before returning to normal.

" ...Good morning "

You said as you slowly lifted yourself up.

Your legs trembled slightly before regaining their balance, your hips ached a little... But that was to be expected, knowing how Bruce used you last night... Your fang gently pressed against your own lower lip for a second before walking towards the kitchen.

You felt eyes on you from the moment your back was turned towards them.

They weren't even trying to be subtle, really.

You walked slowly into the kitchen, your hips swaying slightly from side to side as you stopped there, looking at yourself in the microwave glass.

Your long hair was slightly disheveled around your face, your clothes were slightly askew, hanging loosely from one shoulder around your body...

Maybe that's why they were staring at you so much? Laughing at the way you slept, criticizing you while you slept?

Your lips curved slightly, your eyes narrowing sharply before you started preparing some breakfast.

A pair of small arms encircled your waist, you felt a face pressed against your back, hands clenched into fists in your clothes

" mm? "

You looked back slowly, noticing messy black hair that was taller than the last time you saw it.

" Damian? "

His hands tightened their grip on your clothes.

" why...? " He asked, muffled by your clothes, , he was taller and more grown than the last time you saw him, Of course, three years had passed. Now he was a 17-year-old boy.

" Why did you let them see you first? "

Your eyebrows slowly rose.

" It should have been me, damn it. " He bared his teeth into a snarl, hands gripping the clothes on your stomach, face buried between your shoulder blades.

Your most vivid memory was of him, throwing you into the abyss.

His nails dug into the fabric of your clothes, your lips parting slightly, about to reply... Only for him to turn his face away from behind, pressing it against your shoulder.

" Shut up, just shut up "

You remained silent for a few minutes.

They remained like that for minutes before Alfred arrived and Damian broke free, his face red, rubbing his sleeves against his own eyes.

Going to sit down at the table while Alfred gave you a slow, understanding look.

You just looked away, not knowing how to really react to what had just happened. Nobody seeing how your nails digging in until they were almost buried in the nearby wood.

The next to arrive was, surprisingly, Bruce.

He looked at your back, at Damian watching Alfred cook... He smiled slightly, a smile that lasted only a short time when he saw you shift your weight from one leg to the other with a silent grimace.

At least the satisfaction in his chest remained, knowing that it had been him who was the reason you were slightly sore.

The smile disappeared and he nodded to Alfred, who handed him a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

Bruce walked over and sat next to Damian, who nodded to him without looking him in the eyes. That made him raise an eyebrow slightly before closing his eyes as he took a slow sip of his hot coffee.

A quiet day

Which was surprising, knowing this family

That is, until a knock on the door snapped them out of their little trance.

You smiled very slightly, turning away as your eyes gently narrowed.

" I'll go! " You headed towards the door with slow steps, walking calmly before reaching the entrance of Manor. You slowly opened the door and blinked when you saw who was in the doorway.

Stephanie Brown, it was the first time you'd seen her in three years, since she had just broken up with Tim.

She stood frozen in the doorway, slowly looking up at you, her eyes widening in shock.

" i- you- who- ? "

You slowly leaned back against the doorway, arms gently crossed over your stomach.

" Stephanie... It's been a long time since we last saw each other, huh? "

Her lips parted and closed again, then opened once more, then closed again.

" holy fuck. "

...

Honestly, Stephanie and you got along well; she was a nice girl and you had always gotten along well three years ago.

She threw herself into your arms while sobbing, your hands gently encircling her waist, supporting her against your chest as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders.

" It's you! It's really you! I thought they were joking when they said you were back! "

You smiled gently, keeping her in your arms.

" i'm here' now. "

She sobbed and nodded against your neck.

A few minutes later, she let go of you while wiping her tears with her sleeve. Smiling as you remained gently placinh one hand on her waist.

" How about we have a little chat? We have a lot to talk about. "

She' nodded.

" I've come to stay anyway "

You smiled.

this is going too fanon i think, Lol... 😔

@iglb12 @soafhie @noone1233nobody

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest. NSFW, smut. This chapter contains incest (adopted son/father)! If you don't like this content, you don't have to read it! ^_^

Part⁹

You walked through the house; the place was dark and empty. Surprisingly, even Alfred wasn't in the hallways as usual.

You wondered if maybe they were asleep? Maybe they were on patrol... You didn't care.

You walked slowly, taking advantage of the moment of solitude to breathe the cold air that was in the surroundings of Manor.

That is, until you feel. A presence nearby.

Your sharp ear twitched.

So anyone was awake after all.

Your lips hummed as you walked slowly, Alfred always made you take off your shoes when entering... You didn't really mind, imagining getting a freshly cleaned floor dirty...

The worst fear of cleaning addicts.

Your lips curved upwards slightly as you pretended not to notice; you knew he was there, you wondered what Bruce needed.

You walked slowly.

Light steps on the floor.

You walked through the living room, watching TV on, volume low, and everyone asleep under the covers, piled on top of each other like little sandcastles.

So this is what was happening.

They weren't outside; they were asleep in the living room, like some kind of sleepover.

The figure stopped behind you and spoke slowly in a low, harsh voice.

" Where were you? "

You didn't turn to look at Bruce, you only moved slightly, bending slowly against the arm of the sofa to adjust Damian's sheet.

Long, calloused hands grabbed your hips from behind, something pressing against your ass.

You paused for a few seconds, looking straight down at your sleeping 'brothers' all the way down, where the couch was still there where you had bent slightly over.

" You were out all day... It's three in the morning. "

Bruce whispered against your ear, you felt his hard, warm chest pressing up and down against your back.

Your eyebrow trembled slightly before you spoke.

" i had more important matters to attend to. "

Bruce growled softly, warm breath against the shell of your ear.

" More important than family? "

You felt a slow, raw laugh escape your lips before his hand moved, covering your lips and inserting two fingers into your mouth, until the tips touched the base of your pink tongue..

You swallowed around them without being able to stop it.

" You... You deserve a punishment. Spoiled brat. "

His free hand went down, opening your robe while he kept pressing his erection against your ass.

Punishment-

Is he-

Your back arched as you felt his large fingers circle around your pink entrance, which blinked at the mere touch. You were completely hairless, with soft, smooth skin... Bruce felt his mouth water as he pressed the fingertip of his thumb against the tight hole.

Virgin.

You were a virgin in the ass...

What a big surprise it was for him...

A gift surely.

He felt your body tremble beneath his, your back stretch and arch like a cute cat against his chest.

His breath quickened as he felt your tongue pressed against his bing callused fingers, your warm breath and saliva trickling down his palm...

He pressed his finger hard enough until he felt your body give way to it.

You moaned as you felt his finger inside your ass, the pain of being stretched... It was delicious.

He threw his forehead against the back of your neck, one hand still keeping his fingers inside your mouth, while the other pulled his own pants down his hips.

" No noise... This is your punishment. "

He murmured against your neck, his cock hard and hot against your ass, drops of precum running down the glan against the unmarked skin of your cheeks.

He slowly rolled his cock against your ass, letting the glan roll between them and bounce against your entrance, getting caught in the small hole.

Making you tremble.

You could have escaped.

Killed and escaped, return to your realm and fuck as many women as you want...

You had always fucked, but you had never been fucked.

But... You were a hypocrite, you wanted to know what it felt like to be taken... stretched out...

Now Bruce Wayne, who was supposed to be your father, was rubbing his cock against your ass like it was just a toy, trying to make you shut up? Was he an idi-

Your eyes widened.

You squeezed like a hot glove around his cock, you were too tight, you squeezed around him like you wanted to milk him completely.

Bruce couldn't help but throw his forehead against your shoulder from behind, his balls resting against your ass while he sinked on competely inside.

Their ragged breaths filling the silent place.

They were all still asleep; Bruce clearly didn't want to wake them... He slowly rolled his hips back, leaving only the head inside before thrusting his hips forward.

Over and over again.

You were bent over against the arm of the couch, your chest against the couch seat, your head and face buried against it by Bruce's hand yanking your hair down while he fucked your ass.

The couch creaked beneath you two while you tried to stay silent, , bruce didn't want you to wake the others...

He was so cruel.

Only after a couple of rounds did he let you go; your punishment was finally over. Your ass was pink, your entrance throbbing and blinking, completely stretched and reddish with cum and blood mixed in running down your trembling inner thighs into the floor.

Bruce pulled up his pants, adjusting his belt as he looked at the mess he'd made on the arm of the chair.

He felt his chest swell with satisfaction and a proud feeling.

You took it so well...

For your first time.

He smiled, knowing that he had been the first, the one who had popped that cherry.

He slowly caressed your ass, feeling it tremble slightly tense beneath his fingers, caught the fluids running down your legs, and pushed it all the way back inside with just two fingers.

He heard you sigh muffled against the couch...

And with that.

He knew he had to find more reasons to punish you.

To have you once again.

Its kinda funny to me that in SVSSS Luo Binghe was willing to be a bottom, but his shizun refused in fear of hurting him. Lol.

Have you read the org!Luo Binghe x svsss!Luo Bingmei Tag on Ao³? I was inspired by a really good fanfic I found! Where org!Luo Bingge has to be the bottom to survive a poison that only Luo Bingmei/svsss!luo binghe can help him treat.

^_⁠^

@iglb12 @soafhie @noone1233nobody

Hello! I'm so glad you liked my fic!

So, regarding a post schedule...

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest.

Part⁸

Your journey to the demon realm was slow but peaceful; you were able to enjoy some time alone, have some sake, and finally, arrive at your place.

Your entire stay in the demon realm in the past had been tough, three whole years after being pushed into the abyss by Damian

It was all practically training; the demons couldn't look down on you because of You.

Your blood

Heavenly demon blood, a dangerous mix that attracts far more than any demon's, your lineage.

One thing that several demons sought to have in their own lineage, so they would throw their daughters to you as brides.

You hadn't accepted any just yet.

Sha hualing helps keep them away, to her own irritation because you didn't ask for her help, really.

Anyway!

Your most trusted second-in-command approached you after you had arrived, his sharp, cold blue eyes looking down at you, because of course, Mobei-jun was always, always bigger than any demon you'll ever know.

And that's saying something, considering you'd encountered every kind of demon during your three-year stay.

" ..I have what you asked for. "

You hummed and nodded, a small smile on your lips as you took the papers he had given you.

" That was fast. "

It looks like it's going to be a very, very long day...

You wonder what your wonderfull family was doing.

...

Everything was chaos.

Dick and Jason were all against their own necks.

Snapping at each other...

Something was wrong. And Bruce had to find out why.

Looking for an answer, he finally found it when he saw the cameras, hidden cameras placed in every corner of the entire Manor for security reasons.

He felt his face darken with every minute of the camera's fotage.

Dick's bedroom camera was the first he sees. You can now see how Dick got better, how you entered his room at night... only for both of you to end up in bed.

Fucking like rabbits.

His face slowly darkening more and more.

How dare you...?

Maybe you disappeared years ago, maybe he was never the best dad, but now he had a chance to make amends, and his first opportunity had arrived.

The second camera showed you and Jason alone in the kitchen in the morning.

And with that, Bruce knew he couldn't let you get away unscathed.

You needed a punishment.

He slowly adjusted his suddenly too-tight pants and turned off the computer as he stood up, his mind full of ideas for how to punish you. He had never given you permission to fuck with Dick, or to makeout with Jason.

Yes... You'll get punished.

Even if you were already a bit too old for it.

Now... Where were you?

...

Of course, the paperwork would always be very, very boring in a rather strange way; you were locked in your office, or the closest thing to it in this palace.

Your eyes down, long eyelashes fluttering slightly before you heard the door open, that before she entered, Sha hualing growling but stopping in her presence, looking down as she played with the hem of her thin silky clothes.

" My lord... Something is happening. "

Slowly you raised your gaze, crimson eyes shining as they met hers.

" There are stinky ahh cultivators making havoc in the place, the demons are all panicked and we can't get to calm them down- "

" we...maybe... need help... 'cause Mobei-jun is with his hamster human. "

you stood up.

Hand brushing against Xin Mo.

" Take me there. "

" yes, My lord! " She' perked up, eyes shining slightly. It wasn't always the case that you helped with things like this; it was too small for your role, of course, but Mobei-jun wasn't there... It meant it was your turn.

As you headed towards there, you could see what was happening; the place was destroyed by sword marks, you could guess what was going on.

A small surge of irritability began to rise in your chest as they both stopped, watching the two cultivators in the distance.

Those who stopped to look at you, one of them... had a mole under his eye on his cheekbone, long black hair tied in a high ponytail, and white and gray robes. The other... A man with long brown hair, green eyes that reminded you of Damian, white robes with green trim, and a fan blowing air on his elegant face

The guy with the mole pointed his sword at you as you squinted.

" Wait! Liu-shidi! "

He, the one with the fan, said, trying to stop the other, who grunted and spoke without looking away from you.

" Not now! Shen qingqiu! "

Liu qingge said, , eyes narrowing as he looked at you. You could feel and see the hatred he had against you...

It was amusing.

" You! Demon! Tell us why did you kidnnap shan qinghua! "

Your ear twitched and you gave a slight tilt on your head.

" shan qinghua... You mean... Mobei-jun human. Right? "

Both stopped for a few seconds,, then the one with the green eyes slapped the fan against his face.

" God no... "

That's how you met both cultivators while you were leading them to where Mobei-jun and Shan qinghua were.

Their names were Liu Qingge and Shen qingqiu.

At least Shen Qingqiu was respectful, while the other one kept trying to attack you whenever he thought you weren't paying attention, only to end up on the floor every time.

Was...

Fun.

He was so much fun to make angry!

When they arrived with Mobei-jun and Shan Qinghua, they both froze when Shan Qinghua (who you called hamster secrectly) introduced you as who you were.

The fearsome and powerful Heavenly Demon Emperor (Junshang), the one that managed to overthrow pureblood demons and took their place as the emperor of the demon realm.

You liked Shen Qingqiu... Perhaps you'll invite him later for a tea chat with the little hamster?

Although you wouldn't know whether to do it, not after seeing him hit the hamster's forehead with his fan and yell at him in a mixed English-Chinese that was almost incomprehensible to understand.

Interesting. Simply interesting.

Unfortunately, it was time for you to go back and finish your work.

In a bad way... You decided to say goodbye and lock yourself back in your office to finish the paperwork.

Hours passed before you could go back up again. Once you had finished the paperwork and dealing with the demon realm, you returned to Manor.

You didn't know that someone was already waiting for you.

Someone ready to punish you.

This chapter feels a little... OOC. Idk. . . Apologies if it feels like it.

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest.

Part⁷

Steps.

Slow and light.

Dick was asleep in bed while you lifted yourself up in your post-hard-sex glory. Stretching out your sore body as you slowly arranged your hair into a high ponytail.

It wasn't your planned revenge.

This business of sleeping with Dick, who was supposed to be your older brother... Although you never thought of him that way, nobody in this family really.

They weren't your family, they were more like roommates than anything else

They hated you. You knew it. You had a little feeling in your chest that they did.

You glanced back over your shoulder; Dick's body looked like a painting of dominance. Covered in bruises and deep bites that your fangs had left on his skin.

Your long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

He simply let it happen because of your blood. They didn't have sex because he wanted to.

Your lips curved slightly upwards as you changed into your clothes and quietly left the room.

You walked through what used to be your home; nothing had changed in three years. It didn't really surprise you. They weren't too fond of change.

You stopped by the kitchen, feeling the soft light filtering through the curtains... You decided to make yourself a quick breakfast. After all, it was still early. Alfred probably hadn't gotten up yet.

You were lost in thought as you let the pan heat up, the heat sticking to your fingertips as you slowly poured in the oil. It had been a long time since you'd made eggs for breakfast. You carefully cracked the shell and poured the contents of the eggs into the pan, being careful that no trace of shell fell in and adding some salt so that it wouldn't be bland. Your ear twitched as you heard footsteps nearby.

Anyone awake this early?

That... was new.

A small spark of curiosity ignited before disappearing as quickly as it came, turning your focus back to your breakfast if not for the kitchen door suddenly bursting open.

Your body was pushed against the wall, your back slamming against it as you looked down at whoever had dared to bother you. You weren't wrong. Jason Todd was looking at you through his eyelashes. His breathing was ragged, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his hands were hovering violently over your neck.

" You're- disgusting "

Your lips slowly curved upwards as you looked down at him, your long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

" What are you taking about? " You asked innocently and it only made Jason shudder

'Interesting reaction.' You thought as your eyes slowly lowered before stopping, your lips unable to hold back a surprised chuckle.

" ah... Disgusting, huh? "

Jason swallowed, his hips twitching lightly as your thigh pressed against his leg.

" you know there was a camera "

That made you pause slightly, that's why you felt watched while... You were playing... And healing Dick. He was watching you. Secretly.

He had seen you fuck his brother until he was almost mindless from thrusting, he had seen you filling him with your cum every round all night long.

And he was hard now.

Your lips twitched.

That was enough for Jason, who couldn't really hold back any longer, pressing his sweaty, calloused hands against your hips as he roughly demolished his mouth against yours.

You blinked.

This wasn't what you had expected-

His tongue traced your lips without breaking the kiss, licking the small gap, searching for entry into your mouth.

His eyes were closed and his hips were rolling, rubbing his erection against your thigh.

Your eyes narrowed as you raised your hands, your sharp nails tracing a slow path up toward his jaw as you closed your eyes. He trembled beneath your hands as both lips moved. Your fangs bearing slightly, scraping lightly against Jason's tongue, your longer tongue rolling against his in a slow, sensual dance inside their mouths.

Neither of them heard the faint sound of a photo being taken, much less saw Tim's shadow recording from afar, a blush of embarrassment on their cheeks and a free hand to his own lips to avoid any sound to escape from them.

Jason's hips trembled between his grinds, you felt your lips curve slightly upward against his in mockery, so fast? But you didn't stop, slowly rubbing your thigh up and down slowly against him. Feeling the slight moisture managing to dampen the outside, your hands keeping his face close to yours and your lips still pressed together in that kiss, your hands keeping his face close to yours and his lips still locked in that kiss.

A slight groan escaped his lips, muffled and swallowed by your mouth as you felt his nails dig lightly into your hips.

He was close.

You nibbled at his lower lip as you felt his hips roll more desperately, grinding and humping against your thigh and knee before trembling.

You opened your eyes, glancing down just in time to see his pants slowly getting wet.

He came, in his own pants.

The kiss slowly broke, a thread of saliva and blood still connecting them.

Before either of them could say anything, a small knock made Jason jump slightly; footsteps were approaching the kitchen.

You blinked as you watched him swear under his breath before escaping while trying to adjust his pants, leaving you alone in the kitchen as Alfred entered.

" Young Master. You woke up early, I see. "

You smiled slowly and nodded.

" Good morning Alfred. "

...

The day continued its boring course, but you could always feel the gaze of two people on you. Jason and Dick. They were both always looking at you strangely.

In your opinion, perhaps the closest thing was hate.

And the mere thought of them hating you made you laugh inwardly. It was funny.

Unfortunately, you had to leave for a couple of hours due to matters in the demon realm, so you'll have to be gone for a few hours. But that's not so bad, right? After all, maybe they'll even be happy that you'll leave!

It was funny to watch them try to hide their true feelings.

Damian was always behind you, Bruce and Tim were watching you from afar while Dick tried to talk to you normally, as if trying to forget that you both spent the night together. Jason, on the other hand, wasn't talking to you, but he was always looking at you while thinking you didn't notice.

When everyone was on patrol in the middle of the night, you settled Xin Mo on your hip before beginning your journey back to the Demon Realm without much than a slight glance back towards the Bat-cave.

A couple of hours passed and everyone had arrived from Patrol. Dick, to everyone's surprise except for one person (indeed, Jason), had been more energetic, less tired, and more... in a good mood. He always was, but something was different when Bruce asked. Nightwing simply replied that he'd slept great all night.

Dick was heading towards the showers when he stopped to watch Jason running his fingers over his own lips, where a small mark stood out in red against them. He felt a spark of irritation when he found the shape of the mark; it was the same shape as your right canine tooth. The one he spent all morning tracing, enough to have stuck in his mind the shape of your fang.

Jason glanced up slightly to look at him and curled his lips into a mocking smile.

Dick clenched his hands into fists.

Why did Jason have your mark on his lips?

He felt a heaviness in his chest, not the pain or sadness of being cheated on. No. It was something different. Something more... possessive.

Before either of them could say or do anything, Alfred stopped between them, one eyebrow slightly raised at seeing them so hostile.

" Master Dick, Master Jason. "

They both stopped and turned to look at him, Dick calming his expression and waving his hand slightly in greeting while Jason clicked his tongue slightly and looked away

This wouldn't stay like this

They both thought.

I was thinking... And maybe this is going more like porn-like-PIDW than not-so-porn-like-SVSSS, Not my main idea but alright'....

Also I’m so glad you’re bringing in characters like Constantine cause I feel like he’s hella underrated

Anyways I’m super excited for the next part 😈😈😈

Omg!! Thanks!! I'm still pretty new on using Tumblr... so I'm glad to hear you liked it!

And yeah, I'm thinking of maybe adding Shen Jiu/Shen yuan and Liu Qingge. Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge... I still haven't decided on their role, but they'll definitely appear!

They'll probably be characters meant to make the Batfam jealous, but maybe they'll be as important as they were in the original SVSSS story.

And i looove Constantine. I also love his relationships! He's so unexpected, I love it.

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest.

Part⁶

You were alive.

It was the thought that came to his mind as his eyes opened heavily, staring up at the ceiling before he raised his hand, rubbing his face with it before stopping.

It no longer felt itchy..

Looking at the behind of his hand, there was nothing on his skin.

He blinked before his eyes widened, eyes slowly lowering down and locking on the mark on his wrist, ,

A dark purple bruise, long fingers marked on the skin around his wrist.

' what?... '

He thought as his eyes traced down the mark, the faint traces of nails that had dig on his skin...

What had happened...?

The warm sunlight drew back the bedroom curtains, the warm morning air filling the room... His eyes narrowed with faint heavyness on his eyelids, , he felt... Tired. Almost exhausted, with a strange taste at the tip of his tongue

Memories of last night flooded his mind.

" no... Gēgē, don't turn your back on me. "

You murmured against his ear as you rolled him onto his back, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and down his jaw ,,

Your hands pinned his wrists above his head, spine arching like a cat when your cock hit his special spot, you were just so big and thick... it was so much, too much for him to handle, he always through he may love being the top, but being the bottom was-

" look at me. "

You took his jaw between your fingers, your eyes half-closed as you looked down at him through your eyelashes, even with that cold gaze looking down at him, your face still looked gorgeous.

Your hips gave a cruel backward grind before rolling forward with a sharp thrust, your thick headcock hitting right' on the spot, making Dick's legs tremble and toes curl on themselves.

" ngh! dì di! dì di! "

He moaned, his back arching as you smiled cruelly, taking his ankle and lifting it high enough until it rested on your shoulder. The new angle made him sob.

" mm... Gēgē... You were so cruel in the past... Think i need to make you regret it. "

You murmured as you rolled your hips slowly crudely before slowly leaning forward until your chest pressed against his.

Your hips rose before dangerously dropping, thrusting your cock completely inside, beginning a furious, hard, and cruel pace.

The bed creaked beneath you, Dick's blue eyes rolling towards his forehead with warm tears falling from his cheeks which you licked with your tongue, small smirk in your lips.

It was pathetic, how a man you had always seen as a golden goose, who never cried, suddenly showed another face to you, crying like a whore because your cock was actually filling him up competely, making a bulge on the hard muscle of his lower stomach... It was almost completely erotic.

His nails scratched your back, digging hard into your skin, only making you chuckle hoarsely against his cheek.

He blinked.

He remembered the whole night; they hadn't stopped all night, they'd had several rounds... He felt completely full. And it wasn't just... Well... his stomach.

And yet, he hadn't managed to bring down your cock. It remained stubbornly up...

He swallowed, moistening his dry throat as he sat down and fuck, his ass and hips were burning, it hurt in the strangest way possible.

His gaze lowered and froze when he saw you there.

You were lying down, eyes half-closed, looking up at him through long eyelashes, pink lips slightly swollen from last night's kisses, maybe just a couple of hours ago. You were naked beside him, your nails rolling and caressing his hip before pinching enough to make him yelp.

" ngah- dont- "

Dick tried, but you silenced him with a small laugh as you sat down.

" You're cured... I cured you, gēgē. I deserve compensation for lost blood... "

You murmured, bringing your face closer to his, eyelashes fluttering slightly as the sheets slipped down your legs...

You were still hard.

His gaze dropped down.

He hadn't really been able to see your full size at night. Really but now?

Before he could say anything, he felt his neck prickle slightly, a feeling, as his eyes flickered toward the corner of the room, focusing on the tiny, almost nonexistent camera there.

...they had recorded this.

He felt his body grow cold as a strange feeling of anger gripped his chest, his heart pounding against his chest before he felt your face bury itself in his neck.

A feeling of satisfaction slowly rose in his chest, causing his lips to curl into a small smirk.

He had had you first, marked your back with his nails. He had tasted the sweetness and softness of your lovely lips, the flavor of your skin when he bitted your shoulder... The taste of your blood.

He had had the first taste, the first touch.

Let them see how he gained you before they could even try, watch them see how he become your favorite brother just a day since your arrival back to Gotham.

He slowly lowered himself back against your warm body, letting your hands slowly slide down under the sheets to touch his body.

All while his eyes looked towards the hidden camera with dark satisfaction.

Let them see how you take him once again.

Your lips trailed down the curve of his neck, his back arching against your chest as you kissed and nipped at his jaw.

" gēgē... "

You murmured against his jaw as you slipped between his legs, your hard cock twitching against his inner thighs as you grinded against his ass.

He licked his own lips, his back pressed against the bed as he glanced sideways at the camera before spreading his legs, resting them on either side of your hips and making you grin.

" This dì di will make you feel good... "

And fuck, of course you did.

You made him feel so full and overwhelmed in such short time, made his legs shake and tremble like jelly and his voice so raw.

All while the hidden camera was still blinking, completely focused on both of you.

The way your hips rolled back, keeping the head inside before thrusting in, enough for the bulge of your cock to be clearly visible on his skin.

Your grunts and growls against his skin as his nails scratched down your back...

How you rubbed your pelvis against him, rubbing cruelly against him, enough to caress a certain spot inside that made him whimper and sob on bed.

You were so big, you barely fit inside, and even then, he felt like he was going to explode.

But all he could think about was how the others may react to this.

Fucking him hard so hard and leaving his babbling like a little baby.

Satisfaction filling his chest.

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Trigger warning!! incest/pseudocest.

Part⁵

You were alive

The news hit the family like a punch to the gut. Especially Damian, who had seen you fall into that bottomless abyss between the cracks that day... After he pushed you there.

Now you were alive.

And you had changed. You were infected... And so is Dick.

According to Constantine, there's no cure. At least not one known at the moment. When Constantine saw you, you could say he was more nervous than irritated about working. He knew something your 'family' didn't.

But while curiosity gnawed at them, something else mattered more to them. Dick. The infection had already progressed more severely than it should have; Constantine had quarantined him while He avoided getting close to you for some reason that the family hadn't yet to care about.

Dick had been left alone for a few hours while the family tried to find a cure for the illness.

He was pacing the room, wandering aimlessly, his hand scratching irritably. He was about to die over something stupid... Was he really going to die? After finally finding you alive after three years?

A couple of knocks rapped on his door.

He stopped, his gaze turning to look at the door, as the shadow grew larger while the figure stopped behind the door. " Ah! Alf! Come in come in! "

Dick smiled slowly before it faltered.

The door opened slowly, revealing the figure behind it.

You.

You were dressed in traditional Chinese clothing (huh... Since when did you have that kind of style?) your long hair loose over your shoulders as you tilted your head slightly to one side. Eyes narrowed into small slits like ice that made his body shudder with an uncomfortable feeling.

" gēgē... "

You said slowly, Dick instinctively took a step back, though he didn't know why he felt that way.

" How have you been feeling? "

Dick's eyes flicked down; part of your robe was open across your chest, revealing a smooth, soft sliver of your firm chest, but something else caught his attention. You had no marks on your skin.

Were you... cured?

But... it was supposed to be incurable-

Your footsteps echoed as you took steps forward, Dick instinctively took steps backward... Until his back hit the wall behind him, your body looming over his as you looked down at him.

" i- well! " Dick said nervously, coughing falsely and gently scratching the back of his neck. " Bad. It's itchy as hell and- "

He stopped when your hands rose, squeezing his neck enough to make his eyes water slightly from lack of air.

" W-wait... " Dick murmured as you smiled, your warm breath against his face, which was growing paler with each passing minute.

" oh Dick,gēgē... Open wide. "

You raised your hand, your own sharp nails pressing against your palm until slow blood began to trickle down, staining Dick's cheek. Your free hand clenched on his jaw, forcing it open as he let out a small muffled sound.

" mgh- w-wait " He fell silent when you pressed your palm against his lips, forcing him to drink your blood. The taste was... strange, sweet but coppery.

His throat worked as he forcefully swallowed your blood, your thumb pressing against his Adam's apple, forcing him to keep his jaw open as his eyes closed with small tears threatening on the edges of his eyes...

It was thick.

It was... strange.

His eyes slowly opened, looking up at you with unfocused eyes as you looked down at him with a small smile on your lips. And... Now that he noticed...

Were your eyes always this gorgeous? ...

And your lips... Always this plump and pink...

" gēgē! Don't spit it out! Even though a heavenly demon's blood is dirty... You won't die from drinking it, right'? "

You said, a smile on your lips as you let the blood enter his mouth, he could feel the glistening of your blood staining his lips, curling in his insides-

Making him feel hot.

The surroundings spun around him, but he could only focus on you, your warm body in front of his, your warm hands against him—he could feel his spine trembling and slowly arch, knees weakily bucking before falling fowards against your chest.

You paused slightly, divine blood still trickling from your palm as you looked down at him, his face buried in your chest, his body trembling, your lips curving into a small smile... Free hand slowly leaving his neck to pat his head.

" gēgē is tired? Don't worry... Dìdì will take care of you. "

You murmured before yanking his hair and slamming him against the bed in the corner, Dick gasping as he stared up at the ceiling with ragged breath, his unfocused gaze flickering towards you with a flush taking over his cheeks.

" Dìdì...? "

He mumbled.

You smiled as you looked down at him, hands on either side of his head, his eyelashes fluttering slightly as he swallowed, trying to moisten his dry throat.

" yes... Dìdì. " You murmured, slowly leaning down... " I will take care of you "

Your hand tightened on his chin, thumb pressing the sharp dark nail on the throat, wipping the blood still staining slowly...

Your fingers slidding down slowly, leaving a warm path on his skin...

Dick could only squirm with a slight shiver.

His body felt too hot.

What was happening to him?

His stomach lurched and he felt a gag reflex begin at the base of his throat, he gagged - yet you didn't let him spit any.

" ah-ah. "

You said, looking at him.

" don't spit it. Don't throw up now on me. "

You smiled, sharp fangs bearing slightly, glistening with the silvery moonlight hitting you.

He felt weird, like things were moving back and forth in his stomach, crawling his insides and making him tremble.

He didn't know what was happening, your eyes glistened with a reddish glow, looking down at him with sharp black pupils like they might swallow him whole.

Were you enjoying this? His pain, the strangeness on his insides?

He assumes he deserved it; he never treated you the way he should have.

And now you enjoyed his pain...

The heat slowly descended through his body before stopping between his legs, causing his breath to hitch. You noticed.

" gēgē... You really got excited for this? " You chuckled darkly. " Does it excite you to know I enjoy your pain? I didn't know you were that kind of person. "

Your hand slowly moved down, your index finger tracing the bulge between his legs.

" You really are a freak, dick. "

You laughed, sharp and crudely as you squeezed his erection through his pants causing him to gasp and arch.

You were right, why would he get excited... Knowing that you enjoyed his pain?

You enjoyed his pain...

Why did thinking that made him twitch?

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Part ⁴

A sower.

This was the answer Constantine received after weeks of searching for the reason behind the plague in Gotham.

What agitated him most was that someone had known before himself.

What does it mean?

Well, it means many things.

One of them? This person knows about demons. Which isn't very common in the magical world, even among the few who do. Not everyone has the right answers.

And now someone else had managed to find the answer. Which meant many things.

God, he was screwed, huh?

He just hoped it wasn't one of the demons who had sold him a small part of his soul or one of those he had betrayed.

When he arrived at the scene, the first thing he found was a body, or rather, a corpse. It had crimson skin and was impossible to identify. The second thing he found? You.

He stood still as he looked at you. Cassandra, whom he knew as a fairly neutral and serene person, had her face buried in your shoulder while Dick spoke to Zatanna, but even he couldn't get to far from you. As if you drew them into your space like the sun draws the planets. Your eyes... Sharp as they focused on him, patting Cassandra on the back slowly.

He could tell you recognized him.

Which was...

Some how terrifying.

You were unlike any demon he've ever known, and that's saying something, because he've known a great many many demons.

He swallowed, trying to moisten his dry throat as he lit a cigarette and approached Zatanna and Dick, feeling your gaze upon him, couldn't help but stumble slightly.

You were a demon, that's for sure. But the most handsome demon he've ever seen... And he hadn't seen many demons with good human costumes and disguises like you; you were by far the most human-like he'd ever met. Although there were several marks that portrayed you as a demon, the fact of your mark on your forehead, your sharp nails, your pointed ears, and of course, how could we forget? Your beauty and eyes.

He approached and led Zatanna away, leaving Dick alone with Orphan and you.

" What's happening? " She asked, confused as John slowly scanned the surroundings, checking that no one was nearby before speaking in agitated murmurs to Zatanna.

" Girl, that is a demon. "

She blinked then nodded slowly. " I noticed it. But there's something... different... about him." Their gazes traveled, looking towards where you and the other two members were.

You were... handsome.

Too handsome.

And a demon, clearly.

" Did you call Raven for this too? "

He asked, having a lot of trouble looking away from you; it was strange, as if your demonic aura drew everyone to your area.

" i did. "

Constantine slowly raised an eyebrow as Zatanna slowly looked away, nibbling her own lower lip lightly. " And? " He said.

" She will be here in any- "

A dark portal slowly opened above the floor, the air slowly freezing before returning to its normal temperature as she appeared, her eyes looking before stopping on you.

" ... "

She slowly narrowed her eyes.

" mm "

Constantine and Zatanna glanced at each other, before turning back to her.

" what is that supposed to mean? " They asked.

" He's someone we shouldn't mess with. "

A few minutes after.

When the others arrived at the place.

They could feel a strange and extreme pressure in their chest, looking at you there, so big and mature now... It was a surprise. You had died, disappeared for three years without a trace, and now you're back? Older and handsome... What happened to you?

Damian was frozen in place, he could feel your eyes on him even as his family froze while they stared at you.

He could remember the warmth of your body before he pushed you.

Hot tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you begged him not to.

But he did.

And now you were here, alive, looking at him with the most gentlest and tenderly expression he had ever seen...

He could see Raven, Zatanna, and Constantine talking from afar, murmuring and whispering while they glanced at you; they knew who you were, he knew they already knew.

You were a demon. He saw it. He knew it.

He was the only one in the family who knew it.

His eyes slowly traveled upwards before freezing on your forehead, hidden by soft, silky strands... He could see the faint red pulse of the mark resting below on the unmarked skin.

They didn't know.

You were alive.

But- how?

His fists clenched before slowly calming down when you smiled at him, Cassandra and Dick by your side with their disgusting hands still on you.

He was the only one who had seen you last, because they had been the first to find you? To touch you?

It wasn't... Fair.

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Part³

A silky-soft smile taked over your pretty lips slowly, curling the edges upwards and forming small pretty slight dimples on your perfect flawless cheeks.

They were frozen at the top of the stairs, unsure whether to go up or down. Their gazes were still locked on you. You. Alive! You were alive!

You walked toward them and spoke softly, standing before them.

"It really is you."

You spoke softly, your voice velvety and light, but every word was energy from between your perfect teeth, and every little tap of your steps caused them to tense more and more. Their hearts burning and pounding against their chests.

They both took a step forward, unsure how to react when they reached the top of the stairs.

Now they were face to face.

And both of them had to slightly crane their necks, tilt his heads slightly back to be able to look into your eyes.

You had changed. You were- alive?

How?

And right then they remembered an important detail that was like ice-cold water onto their body's: there was no trace of your death. The cameras were broken that day... Your body wasn't found. The cracks had closed minutes later after having devoured you in its bottomless abyss.

So you hadn't died.

But why.... Hadn't you gone back to them? Had they inflicted that much pain on you that you didn't want them back?

Dick swallowed.

Cass clenched her jaw gently, her eyes tracing every inch of your now mature face, your eyelashes, your pretty lips... The sharp of your jaw, the elegant curve of your throat. . .

Behind you, Zatanna shifted as she stared at the body against the wall in the distance, "It's the old woman, isn't it?" Then she stopped, looking at you.

Her back straightened,her hands gently tight on her suit sleeves.

" you- "

Your smile remained as you slowly tilted your head to the side, just before Zatanna could say anything else, Dick walked over and gently took your wrist, looking down at the flawless skin of your knuckles where a few red spots were blowing on your hand.

" You were infected? "

Dick asked, his calloused fingers caressing your knuckles where the skin was painted pink and red... Your lips twitched.

" it's but a minor wound. All that matters is that everyone is safe. "

You hadn't changed at all since the years you disappeared.

Both Dick and Cassandra found their gazes before returning to you, while Zatanna, on the other hand, gently clenched her jaw as she walked towards the body against the ground. You turned around and walked behind her, hands behind your back as you stopped behind her while she checked the skin of the body on the floor. Before tearing the fabric, she let out a soft gasp of surprise at what lay beneath. Crimson skin, but it was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman. The skin was crimson; it looked as if it had been submerged in boiling water, enough to cook skin. It was...horrifying.

" a sower. "

You said from behind her, her gaze rose to look at you while you looked at the body

A sower. It was a kind of profession among demons. To put it mundanely. As Zatanna recalled. They were Demon realm's equivalent of farmers, farm owners, and wholesale food distributors. They liked to eat rotten things, which some demond considered nutritious and a exquisite delicacy.

The Sowers were thought to be completely extinct.

But apparently, that wasn't entirely true.

" And that's a? "

Some young hero asked, still hidden among the little ball while you smiled slowly and turned to look at them

" A type of demon "

Zatanna sighed as she stood up. 'Demon stuff...' She wasn't the right person for that. But she did know someone who was.

" wow... "

Everyone stared at the body as Zatanna got up to walk over and send a message to Constantine. You stayed behind, your hands still behind your back... your gaze drifting between the two people you knew very well.

Smile still there on your perfect pretty lips.

Cassandra was already raising her hand, her fingers brushing against the soft curls of your hair while Dick kept his hand in yours.

They had never treated you like this before... You could feel your eyes gently narrowing, tiny slits, nails hitting closer to Dick's fingers, ready to squeeze—you stopped seconds before taking a slow step back.

" With this body, it might be enough to see if we can at least find some kind of cure. "

Even though you knew there really wasn't a cure, your eyes flickered down towards Dick's hand before you closed them, a smile on your lips as you pretended not to notice.

Wasn't this interesting...

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Part²

" God, this place looks like shit. "

The surroundings looked more solemn, dark, and less lifeless than usual; there were sick bodies in the streets, and the healthy people were dressed to the max, not even letting their skin nor their eyes to show. It was... an ugly sight. Jason had a sudden flashback before shaking his head, trying to forget it as everyone walked by wearing oxygen masks and avoiding touching the infected.

They knew the place, but with this sudden change... It was like walking in a completely different place.

They didn't really know how to react

Even the children were affected; several were hidden under clothes while others were already infected. It was a horrifying sight. Even Cass. Whoever looked closely seemed to be diverting the glanced everytime someone infected would turn to look at her

As he walked, the deeper he went into the place, the more lonely, empty, and lifeless it seemed.

They had to discover the origin of the plague soon.

As they were walking, a person tripped over them. An old woman with her back hunched over, hands trembling slightly... She tripped and crashed into them.

As Dick helped her to her feet, the old woman murmured in a frail, low voice, her clothes barely concealing it, but not enough to hide the marks on her skin. " I'm sorry... I'm so old and confused. I'm sorry "

She accepted the help but quickly dismissed them; the old woman seemed as if any small breeze could knock her to her feet... But when her body bumped against theirs, whe felt no heavier than that of a healthy old man.

When Cass noticed, she turned to look back at the path where the old woman had walked... The 'old woman' was nowhere to be seen

Suspicious.

There was an opening to an alley on the left; Dick and Cassandra exchanged glances before running towards it.

The family stayed behind, confused but deciding to leave the matter to them as they continued their walk. They needed to study more about the plague.

They needed to find the cure quickly.

As Dick ran, he felt a strange tingling in the back of his hand, the same hand he had used to help the 'old woman' get up.

The hand was already infected with small, itchy red spots.

He was infected.

Cassandra and he exchanged a glance as he paused slightly, Dick took his hand between his own fingers and sighed slowly. " Shit... " He murmured, slowly scratching the reddened area before Cassandra slapped his hand away and gently shook her head.

' Don't scratch. You'll make it worse. '

She gestured with her hands as they tensed slightly at the sound of someone approaching; both tensed slightly as they looked up... Just to stop when they found someone looking down on them. Zatanna

" oh! Orphan, Nightwing! It's great to find you. What are you doing here? This is a restricted area. It's under quarantine. " Zatanna slowly levitated down to the ground beside them, looking at them with mild concern.

Dick smiled nervously as Cassandra stared blankly.

Zatanna stopped, staring down at Dick's hand, before sighing irritably.

" Oh god. " She said, gently rubbing her fingers across her tired forehead, while Dick sighed, slowly scratching the back of his neck.

" Hey! It was an accident! I was just helping an elderly woman who- "

He stopped, looking around, feeling a chill when he saw no one, where before there had been at least a faint presence of someone older. Now there was nothing. No even footsteps on the ground. Dick could feel his body freeze as Zatanna raised an eyebrown.

" an enderly woman? Alive and infected? The plague affects older bodies more quickly and causes an earlier death, regardless of how healthy they may be... " She murmured, her eyes narrowing as they all gazed at each other.

" Could it be...? " Dick began as Zatanna nodded. " Yes. She could be the first infected person. Or even the reason this plague started. "

A tense silence filled the surroundings, the air heavy with a kind of uneasy feeling that pressed against his bones like a hard pressure. Zatanna slowly looked at them and spoke.

" We have to find her. Or it. Now. "

The three of them started moving through the alleyways together, trying to find a way around before deciding to climb onto the rooftops for a better view. In the distance, behind a three-story building, a hunched-backed figure appeared. Even from outside, the gaze of power and fragrance hit Zatanna's nose. The structure was filled with pretty decorations. Probably some bar or brothel. Brothel? Yes. They still existed. Although they were hidden in the worst parts of Gotham. Among the few that still existed was this one. But there was nothing to be heard from inside, no laughter. No music, not even the pleasant fragrance of the women who supposedly worked there. Only a gate left wide-open, the main hall dreary and oppressive

Holding their breath, the three entered the place with slow and careful steps.

The chairs and tables in the Main hall were overturned, leaving everything like a scattered mess on everyplace, Dick gave Cass a look. " Let's split up and search. Zatanna, search the prívate rooms on the left. I and cass will take the ones on the right'."

With that, Dick and Cass opened the nearest door. They could smell the strange scent wafting through the air, causing their noses to wrinkle slightly and their eyes to narrow slightly as they noticed a figure In bed, it was just a skeleton. It was a rather... ugly sight. It was wearing a jacket, its head adorned with jewelry like silver and gold... lying in a serene position on the king-sized bed. Cassandra noticed that she didn't seem to be in much distress. She must have been a worker who knew her time had come. Perhaps she had dressed up and waited for her end in that same bed where she provided her services.

They both looked away, Dick felt a sigh of sorrow leave his lips as they both backed out from the room, closing the door gently in silence.

Continuing their search, they found all the other rooms identical. The corpses of clothed women lay in their beds, each in a different position and adorned with different jewelry... The plague had swept through the place almost completely, leaving no one alive.

As they were about to open the seventh—almost sixth—door, they could hear sounds of movement and voices on the second floor. It was... strange. There weren't supposed to be people in here right'? They looked at each other, confused, before looking up to the second floor where the footsteps were slow and made the floors creak as if it were an old house instead of a familiar bar.

Together with Zatanna, who had also heard the sounds, they went up to the second floor. Dick and Cassandra took the lead as they went up before stopping.

They froze.

Their steps faltered upon hearing a voice.

A gentle voice of a youth.

" it's no trouble. "

Even though it was only three words... As soon as they heard that voice, that familiar voice, it was as if a bolt of electricity had suddenly struck them both, their eyes widening. Their hands clenching hard until their knuckles were white.

For a few seconds, it was like their breath was heavy enough to make their breaths hitch as they stared ahead.

In front, in one of the private rooms of the place. At the end of a long, elegant hallway, surely the most expensive part of the brothel... There was a group of people they recognized as young heroes. Crowded around a person on the center.

It was a youth wearing black, shouldering a modest unadorned longsword. Complexion as clear as jade. As flawless as a grown flower. Eyes as two deep pools of cold starlight, staring right' into their eyes with long thick eyelashes fluttering slightly.

This person. Approaching them slowly, casually, their presence was different. More oppressive. Stronger. Dangerous... Familiar

" ...gēgē, jiêjie? "

Those eyes, that now mature and perfect face against the silvery light coming from the open windows, with a tender and kind expression that sent shivers down their spines.

You.

Alive

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Part ¹

Three years later.

The Waynes' life had been somewhat... strange. They felt your absence everywhere in the house. The absence of your presence... your cologne. Your laughter, or even how you loved helping to bake sweets for them. But it was all gone.

You were gone.

Your death had been strange; no trace of your body remained. Nothing of your presence, or any clue that you might have survived the fall into that abyss. Damian remembered your words, the small tears that had trickled down your face as you begged him not to. Only at the very end, leaving just a trail of your blood on the floor before you fell to your dead.

The cameras that day had glitched.

There was no recording of your last words.

Nothing.

But life went on; they couldn't stop just because of your death. Although it felt oppressive every time they smelled something similar to your cologne. Or maybe the shape of famous cookies that you liked to recreate and try to get them to eat when they were too busy to even give you a second glance. Everything reminded them of you.

And it was strange.

They never thought they would miss you so much

Such a pure person... Like a white lotus floating in hot springs.

You were the only exception in the family, the only one not so tainted by Gotham's darkness, and yet, they still didn't protect you enough.

And that would haunt them for the years they had left.

...

The day was barely blossoming in Gotham, the air was damp and grey clouds abounded in the sky, coloring the city in dark, nostalgic colors as usual.

Civilians walked slowly through the streets, some talking on their phones. Some were alone. Others were in groups, regardless of the time of day.

Meanwhile, at Wayne Manor.

Today marks three years since you died.

The place feels dark, lonely, even somewhat empty. Alfred walks slowly into the kitchen, his gaze focused on the food as he slowly prepares it, his hands twitching slightly as his eyes flickered towards a photo nearby. The photo was framed, a small white flower resting nearby. In the photo... there was you. Your hands were wrapped in oven mitts, and you held a tray of cookies of different shapes drawing smoke from heat on the air with the brightest smile Alfred had ever seen.

He remembers that day as if it were no other.

You'd been so nervous... Like a little puppy in its first home, asking for instructions on how to make cookies without burning them, because you'd noticed Bruce hadn't eaten that afternoon.

So he helped you prepare the dough, make the shapes... Your eyes shone every time you filmed him doing it yourself, your lips curled into the purest smile he had ever seen...

When the cookies were ready, you put them in a small bag decorated to your liking and gave them to Bruce.

Alfred still remembered finding those contents in the trash.

Coming out of his trance, he slowly wiped his hands with a rag as he looked away from the photo and arranged the food on plates, the pleasant smell drifting through the air in the rooms.

He walked slowly; it was time to wake the family.

Perhaps he could also pay you a visit at your grave later...

The sun's rays beat against the windows as Alfred walked down the corridors, stopping in front of Bruce's office door. He paused for a few seconds before raising his hand and knocking three times the door, Inside, Bruce's voice sounded. Tired and low.

" come in. "

Alfred slowly opened the door and entered, taking only a few steps before stopping, his gaze focusing on Bruce.

Bruce sat in his chair, shoulders slumped as his hands rubbed against his tired face, dark circles under his eyes and his hair slightly disheveled. In his hand he held a picture of you, resting gently between his training-worn fingers. Alfred gently clenched his jaw before speaking, his tone calm and slow as he looked directly at Bruce, who was only looking at your photo between his fingers.

" Master Bruce... " He started slowly. " Today marks three years since the young master death. Are you sure you don't want to visit his grave? "

Bruce clenched his jaw... before sighing, rubbing his fingers over his eyelids until small lights appeared in his closed eyes.

" I'm... busy. Maybe later. "

It was an excuse, he'd been using it for the last three years since you left. Alfred recalled as he nodded slowly, hands on his back as his eyes lowered slowly.

Perhaps Bruce simply couldn't forgive himself

He had tried, he thought maybe... if he was tougher... you'd be less naive, you wouldn't let anything so dangerous happen to you. But in the end, it was all just a mistake.

He had to be there. For you.

But he wasn't.

And now he was sinking into his own regret.

His eyes flickered at your photo before he closed them heavily.

...

Night came hours later, the moon was at its highest point in the sky clouded by gray clouds.

Nighttime, part of the most dangerous hours in Gotham.

The whole family was in the cave, some training like Damian and Jason. Others were checking the cameras like Tim and Bruce. Dick and Cassandra were in the middle of warming up, and Stephanie and Duke were talking together. But the air was heavy, like a strange tension that seemed about to explode at any moment, and it was a fact that no one could forget. Everyone knew the reason.

But nobody could say it out loud.

It was too much.

But before they can do anything else

The alarm sounded on the Batcomputer, Bruce looked up as he read the reason for the warning while the others tensed and stood up. Magical alert in Gotham. A section had recently been quarantined due to a strange new illness. It had been very recent news. No one knew how it was transmitted, but it was as dangerous as rabies. A single touch caused spots and strange shapes on the skin, slowly eating away at the flesh of the human body until only bones remained only to end in a painful death.

But no one had been able to do anything until now.

According to Constantine, there was a trace of magic. Ancient magic. The kind that very few possessed in these times.

And now they had to get involved; after all, they were the only ones in charge of Gotham City.

Everyone started getting ready, suits and belts... Alfred lagged behind, lost in thought as he watched the files in the distance. Something felt strange about this. Almost... nostalgic.

He watched everyone leave the cave while he stayed behind before walking towards those files. Those files that had remained untouched for three years.

The files from the day you died.

His body tensed as he read before his gaze flickered towards the bat-computer.

It was the same kind of magic as the day you died

Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam

Prologue

You were just another one in the Wayne family.

Another brother.

You were one of the younger ones in the family, someone untainted by the filth and darkness that Gotham represented. Another some pure son.

You were the only innocent one still trying to follow the family, wanting to spend time with them, only to be rejected time and time again.

You felt forgotten; your training was tough. Enough to leave you weak for days and scars on your body that barely faded for years.

Bruce was tough. He didn't want to lose another child. With that... His history of neglect started with you and only you.

Your brothers thought you were very weak. They ignored you enough to hurt your heart.

Then Damian arrived and... he had everything you wanted, he tried to kill you but he didn't succeed, luckily (or maybe not?) And yet, the family excused him. He was a child soldier, he didn't know any better. You had to be patient with him.

It was ...

Painful.

He had obtained everything you could want: your family's attention, Bruce's patience, Dick's friendliness, Jason's affection... More than that.

And you? Still in the dark.

Time passed, nothing changed. You were still there in the shadows while they spent time with their families as if you didn't exist. But you did. You watched everything from afar while your chest tightened more and more.

You wanted that too. You wanted to be part of their family too.

So you started to try harder,

More patrol, more training. You'd even traveled to train with a Chinese master for a couple of years before returning.

But even so, they hadn't even noticed your absence.

You were just another shadow in this family. Forced to remain hidden in ignorance.

They wouldn't notice if you left right away.

Until it happened.

The accident. The day of the trial.

In the middle of Patrol, while you were helping civilians get to safety, floors opened up with dangerous colors. Another problem from the Joker and his allies. They were using magic... No.

It wasn't magic.

It was something different, something stranger that mingled with your blood, strangely making you feel... nostalgic

Just when you least expected it, you felt a pain on your forehead as Damian approached from behind, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before he stopped when he saw the mark on your forehead.

His katana drew, the dull thud as he pointed it at your chest, your eyes opened with small warm tears running down your cheeks, your hand rising and gripping the blade until your palm flooded with blood down onto the floor, Damian looked at... Your forehead, widened eyes, and face turning pale slowly.

The blood stained the floor slowly, darker than normal, heavier than normal.

Glowing.

He recognized that symbol, he recognized that type of glow on the blood.

Demon.

Things Constantine had warned them not to mess with before. Demons... Violent, emotionless things that could become dangerous and heartless when they wanted to.

You... You were a demon.

" Damian... What are you doing? "

You murmured, the mark on your forehead was red, shining painfully, making your migraine cause more tears. You were both on a ridge of the cracks, where below there was only a bottomless abyss... your heels touching the edges...

" y-you... "

Damian swallowed.

" damian... Don't do it. Please... "

The katana jerked to the side then... Your body jerked back as his hand pushed you back, your feet trembled before gravity did its work,

You fell.

The air made your body feel like a weightless cloud.

Your surroundings quickly grew darker the further you fell.

Demon.

You were a demon.

Tears filled your eyes as you closed them before feeling the end of what seemed like an endless abyss. The pain was instantaneous and caused your vision to darken.

The world revolved around you.

The last thing you thought before you fell unconscious... was your family. Maybe without you... they could be happier now.