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I don't know what to write here, but this blog is mainly about platonic yandere ( I'll update later)

Clark Kent

Dark!platonic yandere 1 2 (Dead dove) Run fast my dear child

Father!ClarkKent × Baby!reader

Father!ClarkKent who loves to hug.

Father!ClarkKent an overprotective parent

The man of steel finally shed tears of sorrow.

Bruce Wayne

Run fast my dear child Firstborn child

Soldier boy

Run fast my dear child

Billy butcher

Run fast my dear child

Nolan Grayson

Clark : My dear child, can you stay home and spend time with your dad? I only have one day off to be with you

He looks at you with pleading eyes.

You: I already have a date with my friend if I cancel now, she'll probably kill me.

He folded his arms, turned his face away, and pretended to sob.

Clark: Oh, my dear child, you've grown up and don't need your father anymore. Am I a bad father?

You sigh wearily, put your hand to your forehead, and wonder if the man in front of you is Superman, the man of steel? Every woman's ideal husband?

You : Okay, okay, I'll cancel my date with you and stay home with my dad, alright?

Note: After a series of lightly and dark short stories, I decided to try writing a painful fanfic( Hope everyone likes it :3)

Warning:grief and loss, the death of the reader.

Superman represents justice and hope, but now he is more desperate than ever, knowing that his beloved child lies in his arms, breathing weaker and weaker, eyes becoming vacant as the child is severely injured after exposure to blue kryptonite radiation and shields him from a deep stab wound while he himself is also exposed to radiation.

"My child, please open your eyes and look at your dad,just try a little harder and Dad will take you to the fortress for treatment please my love." His eyes filled with sorrow.

"Da..Dad" weak breath "It's too late now..."

"No, no, my child try harder don't leave your Dad" He gently stroked your face.

For the first time in your life, a rare moment When you see that even the man of steel broke down in tears when faced with the death of his beloved child,you used your hand to wipe away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks he held your hand tightly, placing it on his cheek. "Don't cry...dad" you breathed your last, your eyes closed, he hugged you tightly and sobbed uncontrollably on your shoulder.Superman, a symbol of hope, can protect and shelter the whole world, but he couldn't protect his own child...

Bạn là con đầu lòng của Bruce Wayne, "Y/n Wayne", là kết quả của cuộc tình một đêm giữa mẹ bạn và ông ấy. Mẹ bạn qua đời khi sinh bạn, và ông ấy đã đưa bạn về biệt thự của mình khi bạn chỉ mới vài tháng tuổi. Ông ấy yêu thương và chăm sóc bạn rất chu đáo, dành cho bạn mọi điều tốt đẹp nhất trên đời, chỉ riêng cho bạn.

He's very proud to introduce you to the press and media and always carries you in his arms to big events.

When you grow up, you won't need to lift a finger to do any work in the mansion because Alfred will take care of everything you can spend freely on his credit card without having to think twice .Wherever you go, there are always dozens of bodyguards protecting you; he always puts your safety first.

Even though he later adopted several other children and had a second biological child Damian , he still favored you and always defended you in the face of wrongdoing.

Bruce: Damain!, you mustn't hit your older sibling.

Damain: It's obvious he/she teased me first !

Bruce : Regardless, your sibling are older than you, so you should respect those who are older than you

Damain stormed off, you making a triumphant face as teased him

Note: I finally finished it, I'm still not completely satisfied but i hope everyone likes it!

Warning: Obsess,violence, horror,gore,kidnapping, forced rejuvenation

Your daily life has become more difficult since he broke your arm, so you have to rely on him for everything

You hate having to try to call him "Papa Clark," and bathing makes things even more frustrating because he insists on bathing you

You said that your can do youself and didn't need him

"Mr. Clark, I can do it myself."

He frowned slightly.He grabbed your broken arm and squeezed hard, causing you so much pain that you stopped resisting and let him undress you.

When he got to your underwear, you grabbed his arm.

"Dad, I can do it myself."

His face lit up with joy when you willingly called him "Dad."

He bathes you ,when you turn your back to him, your hands to cover all the sensitive parts of your body., dresses you in the most childish clothes, feeds you, and carries you up to your room.

When he opened the door to the room, the walls were covered in blue and Superman logos, even the stuffed animal was him, even the posters and the bed,it makes you feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

He reached for a fairy tale book to read to you before you fell asleep.

You're becoming more and more attached to him When he went to work and left you alone in that house, he only allowed you to watch cartoons and there was no other form of entertainment. You miss how he stroked your head or kissed your temple,hug you tightly

You feel disgusted with yourself for accepting it the more, yet at the same time, you want to receive it more from him perhaps stockholm syndrome has gradually taken root inside you...

Another morning in this house, you wake up and he's already waiting beside your bed. He easily lifts you up and helps you with your personal hygiene. Then he carries you downstairs and feeds you.

Again those usual questions: "Was breakfast delicious? Did you like it? I made it myself, just for my beloved child." You can only answer "yes" or "I really liked it, Dad." After finishing his meal, he prepared to go to the editorial office. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and wished him a good day before he left the house... (Otherwise, he'll have to grab your cheeks and force you to kiss him).

You wander around the house feeling utterly despondent, not knowing what to do you recall your own moments of freedom do the things you want and hang out with your friends. You regret putting your complete trust in him, and he took advantage of that to kidnap you it's truly sickening and disturbing..... Dress yourself in children's clothes and be pampered like a living doll, letting him cherish and adore you continuing to walk around the house, you notice the front door doesn't seem to be locked it's slightly ajar, letting in a ray of sunlight. You approach reaching for the doorknob, but then pull back you remember the feeling of him breaking one of your arms when you tried to disobey him.

Your mind gradually splits into two sides, with one side wanting to stay you want to bond with him and feel his fatherly affection, but on the other hand, you want to run away from this house as fast as you can.

You chose to escape opening the door for the first time after months of being held captive in the house by him You feel the sunshine and the cool breeze again, you run as fast as you can from the farm as it gradually disappears from your sight.

Your bare feet had long been bleeding from running on the road, but luckily a pickup truck stopped and a kind elderly couple offered you a ride to Metropolis you quickly got out of the vehicle and thanks them profusely.

You rushed towards your apartment, luckily your spare key was still under the doormat. You quickly unlocked it, grabbed your phone, hastily packed your things, and called your best friend.

"Where have you been all this time? You disappeared without a trace."

"It's a long story can you come to my apartment to take me to the airport I'm in a hurry."

""Ah, fine, stay there, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

You hang up the phone and expect your best friend to arrive early so you can leave this no longer safe city

After 10 minutes, your friend was standing outside the door and calling you out.

"You look terrible."

"We don't have time, help me carry this suitcase to the car!."

Your friend approaches you, but in the blink of an eye, a blue and red blur flashes past, The scene was terrifying, blood splattered all over the road. Your friend was now just a gooey, crimson mess, blood splattering onto your terrified face it makes you want to vomit. . Superman hovered nearby Fresh blood stained his suit, soiling his Superman logo, and he glared at you with a deadly look in his eyes.

You recoiled, but it was probably too late he flew quickly to your side and embraced your trembling body you resisted fiercely, hitting and scratching his face, cursing and screaming for help he nudged you lightly on the back of the neck

"Sleep well, my child"

When you wake up you're in your own room He was already sitting beside your bed looking at you with affectionate eyes gentle

You glared at him, trying to sit up, but strangely you had no feeling in your legs. When you looked down, you were shocked and became Desperate when your legs are now amputated and bandaged meticulous

You burst into tears when he took your best friend away and cut off both your legs.

"Why? Why don't you just kill me? Why did you kill my best friend, and now you're cutting off my leg? did I do something wrong!"

He quickly embraced you, stroking your hair and gently comforting you

"Shhhh don't cry anymore my child. I don't want your beautiful face stained with tears."

He felt a sense of pride at finally breaking your mindset, making you dependent on him and considering him your only family you'll stay in his house forever, until you slowly die.

Dad!ClarkKent × Baby!reader Note: These are my thoughts about Clark Kent fatherhood with baby!reader (I hope you all enjoy it ❤️)

Dad!ClarkKent loved taking care of you, always holding you in his arms, when he finishes work, the first thing he does when he gets home is go to your room to look at his child in the crib to see his child He rushes to be with you, holding you in his arms and caressing your blushing cheeks. "Dad's home baby. Did you miss your dad?"

Dad!ClarkKent would prepare a bowl of nutritious porridge and feed it to his child "Be a good my little baby, open your mouth for Dad."

Dad!ClarkKent was overjoyed that when his baby could finally take those wobbly steps towards him and reach out hand, asking him to hold in his arms.He'll quickly pick you up and kiss your temple, saying, "My little baby wants to be held right?"

Dad!ClarkKent I feel incredibly proud and excited, jumping up and down, when I finally get to call him Dad.

"Da.."

"Da.."

"Dad"

"Good job,Dad's little angel!"

Dad!ClarkKent will give you everything you want, even if it means destroying the entire universe, just to see your smile!

Dad thought you had become more well-behaved and understood the rules better, but he was probably wrong.

Dad gave you everything you want I pampered and protected my child, but the you remained stubborn ran away when your father was away.

Just once, dad forgot to lock the door and you took advantage of that to walk out of our house You're so cruel to your father.

Dad thought you understand perfectly well that no matter where you go, dad can always find you, but why you so stubborn? Dad still wants to see your beautiful legs walk normally run to your dad's side when dad feeling bad, but perhaps you don't need that anymore!

Father was heartbroken to hear your furious screams scratching and hugging dad when dad easily break one of your legs, but he wanted you to understand that this was for your own good, so you would understand the rules when you broke them

Warning: Obsession, forced feeding, yandere, violence,psychological horror

You don't know why you're in this house, surrounded by fields and next to the man you trust, Clark Kent.

You're just a salaried employee at the newspaper office, and you've become close to him. His shy and awkward appearance has deceived you. Why? You've placed your trust in him and in return for your trust, He put a sleeping drug in the glass of water he brought at the end of his shift. The last thing you heard before you passed out was, "My child, finally, father can finally bring you home to our shared home."

Since he kidnapped you, he only allows you to wander around the house. Sometimes you wreak havoc, scratch him, hit him in the face, but it's all useless, and there's an even more painful truth. When the Superman you've always admired turns out to be him... how sickening! His public image is just a facade to hide his true face, you hate and despise him.

He always calls you his child, always hugging and feeding you, but you respond by knocking the plate to the floor, shattering it. He frowns, his face turning cold. No longer showing any enthusiasm while feeding his child, he grabbed your hand and with a crack, it officially broke

You clutch your broken arm, screaming hysterically and cursing him as a bastard when his face returns to normal and he asks about your broken arm, pretend he did nothing and bandage and immobilize your arm that's terrifying. you became more obedient and understanding after that; when he opened his arms, you rushed in without thinking; when he sat down on the sofa and patted his thigh, you you automatically sat down, and when he fed you, you opened your mouth naturally without him having to grab it, pry it open, and shove the food in...

This is the first warning a father gives his child don't even think about running away from this house anymore, because that's a pipe dream. Perhaps if you take even one toe out of this house then it's not certain whether your legs will still be intact...