Arty!!

Please do call me Arty or Jesper, I use any pronouns!! welcome to my blog!! masterlist

WILL

Yandere (Platonic/Romantic)

NSFW (may not be that great!)

OCS or from asks

Dark things (not THAT dark)

Medium or light gore

WOULDN'T

Heavy Kinks

Non-con, watersports, all that

Hard Gore

Vomit is also not welcomed

Incest, predators and anything, this does include stepcest or fauxcest, not comfortable with that!!

FANDOMS

HTTYD

TRANSFORMERS

AVATAR

DEMON SLAYER

ONE PIECE

I cannot write most characters from these!! I write a few, such as Kiri, Hiccup, Neytiri, Luffy, Tanjiro, and Bumblebee, but they may be OOC!! If you have OCS or if you want a story from these fandoms, please ask!!

(A/N: writing this during vacation. anyways the spark dna test is something i thought of because the spark of a sparkling is technically the dna of the parents(?)) TW: Kidnapping, possessive, attempted brainwash, Megatron does not know that you’re his sparkling. Alongside that, nothing medical is right in here. WC:463

 Megatron had you checked on by Knockout before he did anything else. He wanted to make sure you were healthy enough to be his heir. You were strapped to a metal table, squirming, cursing at him that you would kill him. He loved that fire inside of you. He simply waved his servo, playing you off. He could barely move, let alone kill him. 

Your frame is smaller than most Cybertronian—shinier too. Which he could tell Knockout was jealous. You must’ve recently gotten your alt mode, yet he’s not worried about it. It’s almost second nature for a Cybertronian to be used to their alt mode.

“They’re quite unruly, Lord Megatron!” Knockout commented, to which you cursed at him. He gasped and placed a hand on his chassis. 

“You afthole!” You hiss, wiggling, trying to get free. They may have to sedate you. Again. “Let me go! Optimus will come for me!” 

Megatron chuckled and shook his head, “Aw, does the poor sparkling want their carrier?” Your optics narrowed, the rings spinning. They narrowed into little dots, looking more like himself than he realized. As you kicked him in the leg, he regretted not restraining your legs. You bared his denta at him and threatened him again and again. He sighed, his sharp digits pinching the bridge of his nose.

 “Sedate them,” he grumbled. Knockout nodded, a little giddy about it, considering how you scratched his paint a bit. 

Megatron walked away and towards the console, staring at it. Your vitals were pulled up, checking the rate of your spark and any injuries. You had minor damages to your frame, but he was… confused. You were smaller than most sparklings. Smaller than Bumblebee. Had you not been developed properly? He turned his head back to his medic and gestured for him to open your spark chamber. This won’t hurt, and you won’t feel it; it would be fine. He took a bit of your spark, watching your frame jerk before you went still again. He pivoted back to the console and put it in a small, square, metal tray. The console took but a few, then the CNA appeared.

Optimus Prime’s CNA, of course. He stared at the strand, then his gaze went to the other part. The sire’s. Him. He froze, his clawed servos digging into the desk. He was your sire, and Ori—Optimus didn’t even think to tell him? He stared at the screen , glanced at your slumped form, then at Knockout. He jerked his helm for him to go, turning his head back to the screen.

Perhaps, if he was to take Optimus again… they could be a family. Megatron, Optimus, and you. A grin came to his face before he stepped away. Yes, he wanted that. Wanted a family.

Part 1 (A/N: part two because part one has 1K likes… sighs. I ALSO HAVE NO IDEA OF SCHOOLS THAT AREN’T AMERICAN SO CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG) WC: 259 Dad!Simon who nearly breaks down when they go into middle school. He missed their first day because he had been on a mission, but the second he got home, he brought cake. Sixth Graders. It’s half- chocolate, half-vanilla. Your son likes chocolate; your daughter likes vanilla. They cling to him, hugging at him, telling him about their day. He listened the entire time, nodding along and helping you make food. Dad!Simon who’s an overprotective dad. For both of the twins. He raised an eyebrow when you told him about your daughter’s boyfriend. Of course, it wasn't… committed. They were in middle school—no kisses or anything. Your son hasn’t gotten with any girl, but in Simon’s personal opinion, your son may like guys. He watched your daughter hug her boyfriend, scowling at the boy. He scared him off, and your daughter yelled at him for it. He didn’t care until you got onto him. Dad!Simon who watched your children go into high school. Like on their first day of primary school, he cried in the car, holding onto you. Your twins got older and bigger, your son with a more muscular build from working out with his dad all the time. Your daughter was leaner from cheerleading, not from a diet. You got onto her for trying to diet, and she stopped. They had a lot of friends, something Simon was proud about. However, your son had the same friend group from grade three.

His babies were getting older, and he’s not going to survive their graduation.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas & Old!Adoptive Parent!User x Matriarch!Fem!Yautja

Part 1

(A/N: all translation comes from the xeno wiki. Please correct me if im wrong) TWS: Typical yautja behavior, courtship form the Matriarch. User is referred as Matriarch by the boys.

WC:255

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who hover behind you, watching you to make sure you’re okay. You’re sweet with their… mother, they supposed. You welcome her into your home and went to make tea. Leaving them alone. Coyote hesitated, wanting to follow you like he was a suckling again. He doesn’t; he;s afraid for his Yautja mother being upset at him. At them. At you.

Matriarch!Fem!Yautja who watched you go into the house. Already all warm and cozy inside. Like it’s lived in.It has. She looked around quietly, her mandibles clicking together. She tilted her head slowly, noticing the toys. Like a suckling was there. Had been there. Her sucklings had been there once, but they’re older.

Yet they also don’t understand their culture that well.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who get stressed and upset when the female Yautja gets into their trophy room. Their trophy room. She observed the skulls, scanning them. As if checking if they were worthy. The Matriarch was still in the kitchen, walking around, looking through the room. Coyote tensed beside his brother when she grabbed one of their prized skulls—a ooman one. The one of the male they killed for harassing you.  Matriarch!Fem!Yautja  who watched you work. She knew the ooman were made to be makers rather than hunters. She, like many others, found it odd. Were they not cherishing you? You seemed important. She decided to speak with you more, seeing how you enjoyed her children. Truly loved them.

She figured that she liked you.

Platonic Yandere!Sons!Yautjas & Old!Adoptive Parent!User

(A/N: slowly getting into the Predator fandom…. Things may not seem accurate)

TWS: murder, usual yautja things, attempted kidnapping, reader is said to want children, mild gore, violence

WC:499

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who you found as sucklings, stuck in an escape pod. They were crying, obviously hungry and tired. They crash-landed into your farm, scaring your horses and cows, and so, you came to check it out. You’ve always wanted a baby, but with your infertility, you can’t. And it’s not like there’s anyone near; the nearest town is five miles. You thought of yourself as lucky—two babies.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who grew up on the ranch, learning human ways rather than their culture. You tried the best you could to tell them about their culture, but your knowledge was only so wide. At least their instinct of getting trophies stayed. Your eldest, Za’ta—you can tell by the amount of quills that he was the oldest—presented you with a coyote skull.

You called him ‘Coyote'.’ Your youngest, Ichub, got his name when he dug up a sabre in a cave. ‘Sabre.’ You knew of their Yautja names from the clicks, and your best friend was a xenobiologist who studied Yautja and xenomorphs. Truly, she gave them the names. You remembered spending hours on how to say them correctly.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who got bigger, taller. They trained in your backyard, deep with the forests. They were also sneaky things, using their abilities of stealth and speed to grab things from you and from the kitchen. They liked sweets a lot, always stealing fresh desserts from you. Coyote was bigger than Sabre, much more of a brute than anything else.

They had their own room, once an office, that was used as their “trophy room.” There’s human and animal skulls alike.

Anyway, love your writing! You're amazing, keep going!

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer & Favourite Model!User

(A/N: planning on making a tag list, please tell me if you want to be in it! Also thank you for requesting!) TWS: Abuse of power, threats, reader is treated as a kid (age is not said), blackmail ALL FRENCH COMES FROM GOOGLE. PLEASE TELL ME IF I AM INCORRET. WC:6111

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who remembered when you first came into her life. You were all timid and shy, clinging to your manager’s arm, scared of everyone. She understood, of course; it was a new place, in a new country. She was kind, much better to you than her reputation to others. You warmed up to her, always chatting with her whenever she was planning out a new outfit or testing you

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who rarely takes clients nowadays. You’re her favorite, why would she want another client? You don’t notice, too caught up with work and fame. She always hovered beside you, she and your manager. She liked your manager, such a sweet man who treated you like his child. It was only reasonable that she married him. You were her muse; you were his world. You were the person of honor for her.

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who always decides your outfits. What you need to wear and what you don’t need to. Yet she knew you were getting older, bigger in some places. She knew the studio knew too. That’s why she wasn’t surprised when she got a request from someone. “Put [.] in this.” With a picture of a rather suggestive piece that left so little to the imagination. She immediately showed your manager, her husband, her Nicolas. They were lounging in their sunken living room, sitting together, doing their own separate things. He glanced away from his paperwork to the photo and spat out his coffee. “Absolutely not!” She said, shaking her head. He nodded while she walked around the house.

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who got quite a shock when she saw your wardrobe. It wasn’t your usual outfits, comfy and modest. There was lingerie, lacy bodysuits, etc. Things meant for someone much older. Her eyes twitched in irritation, then she grabbed the clothes, throwing them into a box. There were two things she despised with all her heart: her designs being touched and people thinking they could decide what needed to be made for her client. Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who went to her boss afterwards, her heels clicking against the polished floors like a ticking bomb. People moved out of her way, seeing the fury on her face. Ignoring the protests of the secretary on how their boss has someone, she slammed open the door, glaring at him. The other man glanced at her, then at her boss, and made the right decision. “Félicité,” her boss began, standing up in his navy, three-piece suit. “I was making an important deal—” She cut him off by simply putting her phone on the table. In the picture, her boss was kissing another man, pinning him against a wall. Her eyes went to his wedding band slowly, raising an eyebrow. He tensed and slowly sat down, his hands clenched into fists. “I suggest you tell people that my client will not be wearing anything scandalous,” she said, and before he could say anything else, she tapped a sharp, manicured nail against the screen of the phone. “Or this gets out to everything. And I’m sure your mon epouse doesn’t need to know about everything.”

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who smiled when he agreed reluctantly, taking away her phone before he could grab it. She walked away from the office and adjusted her jacket, taking her husband’s arm. You were back from your lunch break finally, settled on the couch, looking through the new designs she picked out.

She sat on one side; her husband sat on the other. You didn’t complain, picking at your croissant.

(A/N: Been looking at cod fics and i decided to make my own! Sorry if hes ooc) WC: 244 Dad!Simon who doesn’t hold your twins for the first week they’re born. He stares at them, a girl and a boy, all soft and chubby, clinging to you. He’s scared that he’ll hurt them or that they’ll cry at the sight of him. You managed to sneak up on him, shoving the twins into his arms. He tenses, staring at you like you just betrayed him. Until your daughter reaches for him, her hand curling around his finger.

His heart beats faster, and his world narrows on the two in his arms. His babies. Dad!Simon who refuses to let them sleep in their new beds. He doesn’t want them to grow up, and he doesn’t want them to get bigger. They giggle and try to pull away as Simon places them in between you two, not allowing them to leave you both. You protest against them, but your husband silences you with a kiss, making you giggle. You all sleep together, comfortable and cozy.

Dad!Simon who cries on their first day of school. He doesn’t cry when you take pictures of them in the outfits he picked out. He doesn’t cry when you drop them off, but as soon as you both get home, he just breaks. He wraps his arms around you and sobs into your shoulder. You stroke his back, reassuring him that they’re going to be alright. They’re just getting bigger.

He doesn’t want them to get bigger.

Like, readers dragon to yan's dragon and vice versa. And yan's dragon to reader as a rider and vice versa

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider’s Dragon x Platonic Yandere!Dragon & Newly Dragonrider!User

TWS: jealousy, possessive dragon, thats it(A/N: Sorry for not posting as much, im stumped with finals and i havent had any ideas. This is shorter than my usual one)

NOTE: YOUR DRAGON IS REFERRED AS THEY/THEM. I TRIED TO MAKE THEM AS VAGUE AS POSSIBLE

WC: 298

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider’s dragon who sees you for the first time when you’re training. You swing a sword easily, grin at everyone. She sees the way her rider watches you, like you’re a hatchling, and he’s the big dragon that needs to protect you. Truly, she understands with the bond, but she knows you don’t need protection; your beast is a true creature.

Platonic Yandere!Dragon who’s always protective of you, always hovering over you. In the back of his mind, they feel you move around through the bond. They watch you constantly, and you don’t even know. The’ve lost many of riders, mostly from battles, so they refuse to leave you alone. They refuse to let you die. They will face death itself if it means you will be safe in their wings.

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider’s Dragon who doesn’t go near you. She knows of your dragon, and she knows how possessive they are. She has her own rider to deal with, with his arrogant personality and his flare of dramatics. However, he is her rider, and she will defend him. She growls at others during battles, but she lets you hit him. Sometimes her rider needs to put in his place. Platonic Yandere!Dragon who gets defensive of you in flight. It’s the only time they can’t protect you the most, so you have to defend yourself. Through the bond, they can feel when you’re distressed, and they feel their ping during a night flight. They look up and meet the dragon’s underbelly of the boy who’s been chasing you. They growl at the boy, then he offers a race. A race to the death. They take off, ignoring your spiking heartrate. They need to get away from him; they need to make sure you’re safe.

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider & New!Dragonrider User - 3

Part 1    Part 2

(A/N: SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!!! I have had no motivation, but I am planning on getting out Megatron part 2 and the dragon of this fic. Feron might get a fic.) TWS: Manipulation, jealousy, abuse of power, attempted murder.WCS: 458

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider who learned you’ve been going out late at night to fly, trying to avoid him. He understands you, of course; he would avoid himself too if he was in your shoes. However, he’s not. He wondered why he didn’t know until now; the signs were obvious. You were more tired, more snappy at him.

Why hadn’t he noticed? He’s with you almost all of the time. He ignored his thoughts, his hands in his trousers, walking down the hall. He’s looking for everyone, anger in his steps. Vasily’s behind him, guarding him like he should. He knocked at your door violently, only for you not to answer. His eye twitched, You better not have fucking went out. Vasily opened the door, making the hinges scream. Nothing. Your bed’s made, nothing’s out of place, except you. Because you’re not there. He sighed and trailed his fingers alongside your desk. Your diary’s there, begging him to open it, but he doesn’t. He has a sense of privacy. Besides, he wants to learn about your problems himself.

“Reney!” One of his cronies called, running down the hall. He tilted his head to him, pink eyes drifting from the bed to him. The crony panted heavily, his hands on his knees; when he caught his breath, he leaned up. “Feron’s gone.”

You better not have. His body burnt with jealousy as he turned on his heel, moving outside. No one stopped him. No one dared to try. Vasily followed him like the obedient, feral dog he was. He mounted Nexsar swiftly and let her go after your scent. His mind raced with thoughts, his grip tightening on the reins. Why would you run? Did he do something wrong? Do you just… hate him?

He pushed away the thoughts when he saw your dragon, his eyes narrowing. He noticed you first, not talking. Just focusing on your dragon’s wingbeats. Behind you is what made him snarl. Feron. The dumb bitch is just yapping in your ear, talking about them, while his pathetic dragon curled up behind you. He glanced at Vasily, who wore a dragon as bulky as he was. “Race me,” he commanded you. Your eyes burn with the hatred he’s used to. He smirked and cocked his head to one side. “Too slow?” He taunted, his eyes narrowing. You twist to glare at him, then your dragon takes off. He smirked and nodded to Vasily.

Vasily flew above you silently, waiting until you were distracted. His dragon took Feron by the armpits, and you didn’t notice, too busy with trying to race him. Perfect. Vasily soared into the clouds, ignoring Feron’s protests and screams and horribly loud begging.

Now, you two can have fun together. Just you two.

Platonic Yandere!Superman & Young Intern!User

(A/N: this time wearing this character, he may be OOC!! Credits to @cursed-carmine)TWS: nothing too bad, seeing how it is superman, abuse of power, attempted murder (LEX), robbery

WC:545

Clark Kent saw you when you were walking into the building, wide-eyed and curious. Like you’ve never seen this place before. You trail behind Perry, stammering about where you’re going to work and what you have to do. He watches you for a moment, following you as you walk. He shook his head and turned away, fidgeting with his stack of paper. He learned your name from Lois, his wonderful, beautiful wife. Y/N. You’re new to the city, to the work, to everything really. He watched you for the rest of the day, just making sure you were doing fine, that no one was bothering you. Just making sure you were okay. He wanted to make sure that you had a good, friendly job here.

He tried, emphasis on tried. Sure, there were people who bothered you, but Lois usually shooed them away. There were the occasional folks who he had to deal with. Just scare them away for a moment or so. They, of course, ran off, but he didn’t do anything else.

He heard you scream one night. He heard you scream, and he was already racing to 

During a calming patrol, not much of criminal activity, he heard your scream, terrified and shaky. A man stood over you with a knife, clad in black, grabbing your bag. Superman froze, his gaze on you. He won’t hurt the man because that would affect his reputation. Instead, he went to his calm facade, landing just behind the man. The man turned his head slowly, stared at him, then he ran. He grabbed him by the back of the shirt collar, making him choke a bit.

“Why would you want to steal from someone?” Superman questioned, tilting his head. The robber glanced in between you and him, and then, he willingly gave you back the bag and held out his wrists. “Good.”

Superman turned his attention back to you, smiling brightly. “Mind calling the cops, sugar?” He asked, to which you fumbled for your phone and dialed the number.

When the police finally came, Superman had the man cuffed, and you were wrapped in his cape. You talked to the police while he quickly disappeared, happy to assist you. He watched you, then he swiftly returned home. He kissed Lois on the cheek as an apology and got in bed, deciding to apologize to his wife in one way.

Lex found out because, of course, he found out. You didn’t show up for work once, twice, almost a week. Lex decided to kidnap you, seeing how Superman cared for you. So, he chose to take you and suspend you… above a building. With nothing but a rope to supply you. He stared at it deeply and silently realized there wasn’t any Kryptonite. None of it.

He got into the costume quickly and flew to you, freezing when the rope snapped. Lex smirked at him, giving him a ultimatum: save you or attack him. He knew what he was going to choose. You. He grabbed you, pulling you towards the Daily Planet. Turning towards Lex, he cracked his knuckles and lunged, slamming Lex’s robot into the ground. It twitched, powering down.