Hi! My name is Jasper, I use he/him pronouns! I’ve been writing for years and have decided to open my tumblr account to writing requests through asks (can be anon or not)!
Requests can be as vague or specific as you want, I’ll write it either way!
I’ll write drabbles, scenarios, and headcanons for things like a canon character, canon x reader, canon x canon, anything platonic relationship wise (for reader and canon or canon and canon), and I’ll even be willing to write for oc x canon if your request gives enough info in the oc! Most of the writings will be a gender neutral reader, unless otherwise specified. I won’t really write anything in the first person narrative (I’m just not good at it!) but I’ll write the second and third narrative!
Fandoms I’ll write for:
Identity V
Dispatch
Twisted Wonderland
The Freak Circus
Bungo Stray Dogs
Date Everything
Chainsaw Man
Black Butler
Moriarty the Patriot
The Case Study of Vanitas
Heaven Official’s Blessing
Nevermore WEBTOON
House MD
Alien Stage
Malevolent Pod
Ouran High School Host Club
The Magnus Archives
Hetalia
Danganronpa (the anime series but I am slowly working my way through the whole thing)
Any Sherlock Holmes fandom (BBC Sherlock, Sherlock & Co, and so on)
If you can think of any other fandoms based on my reblogs, don’t hesitate to ask, I’ll most likely write about it!
Here’s some things I do write:
Relationship headcanons
Nsfw scenarios
Male or female reader (This will be made clear though if it is in the ask and on the drabble)
Yandere/Stalker
Headcanons!
Trans AFAB or AMAB reader (Or character if given enough detail)
Fluff
Platonic scenarios (If platonic, I will write about characters who are minors)
Omorashi/Watersports
Now I’ll write almost every topic but here’s some of my rules or things I will not write about:
Rape/non con (It just makes me uncomfortable)
Anything minor x adult (Kind of explains itself)
Incest (Again explains itself)
Honestly I’ll write a lot of things, and if an ask makes me uncomfortable, I’ll just ignore it.
I’m also on Ao3 (JasperstheCaspers), you can read my longer writings and any fics I’ve written! And feel free to look through my bookmarks!
Anything I write will be found under the tag #jaspersscribbles
summary: your self-esteem issues get in the way of a lot of things. you had agreed to try mirror sex with Leon thinking you could handle it, but your brain decided to ruin it for you.
wc: 1,546
tags: angsty smut to more angst to fluff, extremely sweet and protective bf Leon, mirror sex, p in v, reverse cowgirl, groping, praise, interrupted sex (by yourselves), implied mentally ill reader, self-esteem issues/self-hatred, comfort, lots of reassurance, hugging you, aftercare
a/n: the start could be triggering for people with terrible self-esteem like me, read at your own discretion. this is extremely self-indulgent, and based on my own experience—basically i'm just coping lol. i believe this is FTM friendly, but please correct me if i'm wrong!
available on ao3
Mirror sex is supposed to be fun.
At least, it was when you didn't already struggle to look at yourself in said mirror after waking up. Or after stepping out of the shower. Or when you brushed you teeth. Or—
"Nghh, fuck—" Leon grunted in your ear, hands kneading your breasts as you sat in his lap with his bare chest against your back, and his cock buried deep inside you.
When you were discussing trying out new things and he brought up mirror sex, you accepted without really thinking about it. Thought it couldn't hurt—that it was nothing crazy and that it might even end up being exciting. Lots of people like it, right?
But you're already starting to regret it.
Because self-hatred runs really deep when it comes to you.
You tried at first, but all you managed to do was stare at Leon in his closet's mirror door, ignoring yourself completely like you didn't even deserve to be there. It just served as a reminder that he looked so good, and that you pulled someone way out of your league. And it fucking hurt.
You've always had a problem with overthinking during sex. Wondering if you look good, if you taste good, if you feel good, or if your face looks weird right now or not—but now that you actually get to see what you've been dreading for so long, there's an even bigger pit settling in your stomach.
Your eyes have been closed for a good minute now, but your hips are still grinding against each other's, your hands braced on his forearms. He feels incredible—god, the sex with him is heavenly—but the little voice in the back of your head whispering 'he probably thinks you're hideous' over and over is keeping you from truly enjoying the moment.
One hand slowly drifts from your breast up to your jaw, tilting your head up as his thumb pressed against your cheek. "Open your eyes baby—mmph... look at how pretty you are, come on." He murmured against your throat, placing hot open-mouthed kisses at the junction of your neck and shoulder while his eyes stayed focused on your reflection.
You could feel him twitch inside of you—he's absolutely loving it, and it's making you feel even more guilty.
You swallow thickly, eyes fluttering open obediently but with difficulty. But the moment you see yourself again, every little imperfection, every little complex comes back to mind.
Your eyes close again on instinct, your brain fighting between pleasing your boyfriend and protecting you from your own thoughts. Your grinding is unconsciously starting to slow down, teeth biting onto your lower lip with growing anxiety and nails digging into his skin.
Leon smiled against your skin, amused at first as he assumed you were just being a little shy. His free hand reached down to grab your hip and guide your movement, a sweet encouragement if you weren't currently freaking out.
"Come on, you can do it—uhff. God you're so—" Tight. He wanted to say, but cut himself off abruptly.
"Leon, i can't—"
You're getting tight. A little too tight. I'm-not-so-comfortable-anymore kind of tight.
His grip on you tightened as he switched from guiding your hips to holding you still instead, sensing something was deeply wrong.
"...Baby?" He murmured, voice quieter now as alarms rang in his head. "Hey—hey, baby." His head leaned over your shoulder, checking on you directly instead of through the mirror.
Your little frown, your eyes squeezed shut, the tears threatening to fall. Shit.
He immediately went into panic mode.
"Hey—w—what's wrong? Wait, let me—" He murmured in a hurry, strong arms very carefully lifting you up and off his lap, pulling out of you as gently as possible before he lowered you onto the edge of the bed next to him.
"Oh, sweetheart..." He muttered softly at the sound of your little sniffles. Before asking any questions, he started by gathering his boxers and his t-shirt—covering you up with the latter and making sure not to make any more physical contact than necessary, then pulling his boxers back on.
"Do you need something? Water? I'll get you something to clean yourself with—you can do it yourself if you'd rather i don't touch you right now." He rambled nervously as he reached towards his nightstand for his water bottle and some tissues, movements clumsy as he tried to go too fast.
"I'll fetch your panties too if you want." He added as he put the tissues down and uncapped the bottle for you, almost spilling some over himself in his haste.
All he wanted for you right now was to feel comfortable again, safe enough to explain to him what happened and avoid the possibility that you'd clam up.
You took the bottle as he offered it, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand before taking a sip, while he searched your pile of clothes for your underwear.
"There." He muttered, neatly folding the thin piece of fabric like a habit and placing it down next to the tissues like some absurd peace offering.
Leon forced himself to wait patiently for you to finish, all curled up as you cleaned yourself up with a tissue and blew your nose with another. Once you slipped your panties back on, he finally allowed himself to turn towards you.
"...You wanna talk, or you need more time?" He asked quietly, his eyes searching for yours.
"I... i'm sorry." You blurted out like a reflex, throat tightening again with guilt.
"Hey, no no no, you didn't do anything wrong," He said with a faint shake of his head, voice low and quiet in an attempt to seem non-threatening. "It's not your fault or anything like that. But i need to know what happened."
He can tell you're hesitant. You won't look at him like you're ashamed, and it's tearing his heart apart.
"...It's okay. We can go slow. Do you, uhh... can i—can i hold you?" He couldn't help but ask. "You don't—have to say yes, i'm just... really worried." He reassured, hand fidgetting against the sheets as he internally prayed that he wasn't the reason you were in this state.
He released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when you nodded slowly, scooting closer on the edge of the bed as his arms wrapped around you. One hand settled on the back of your head while the other rubbed your back in hopes it'd comfort you at least a little.
You let out a few quiet sobs against his shoulder, feelings scrambling together in your head. "I couldn't... i couldn't look." You croaked out, voice muffled against his warm skin.
He figured it out the moment you admitted that. Your horrendous self-esteem wasn't exactly a secret to him, but he didn't expect you to just... break down mid-sex.
"Do you think you can tell me why?" His thumb rubbed against your temple soothingly.
"I feel so... so ugly. I don't—i don't understand why you're even with me—" You admitted, voice shaky, head lowering in shame. "I thought i was gonna be okay—i just wanted to make you feel good...!" As soon as you teared up again, his hold on you tightened like he was allowing you to hide into his body if this is what you needed.
"Shhh... that's not important right now, you're my priority. You didn't ruin anything, nor did you hurt my feelings." He reminded you gently. "I still love you. I promise, you're safe."
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin there. "I think," He started, tone a tad lighter. "You're the most beautiful thing i've ever laid my eyes on."
"But i'm way out of your league—"
"You don't get to decide who i should date and for what reason." He corrected kindly as his hand started to pet the back of your head. "I think you're stunning and you're the one i want to date. My feelings are not up for debate."
You sniffled quietly again, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as he hugged you, holding you from completely crumbling, but ready to piece you back together if you fell apart.
"Alright," He sighed with a hint of relief as he saw your head lift a little, taking it as a small victory. "You know what we're gonna do?" He smiled as your gaze hesitantly met his, one hand brushing your hair back and out of your puffy eyes. "I'm gonna run us a bath, make sure you relax—even if it means i gotta sit in scalding hot water for an hour because i know you prefer it that way." He chuckled to himself. "Then we'll cuddle in bed together, and watch a bad movie while eating a bunch of unhealthy snacks."
He cupped your cheeks and lifted your head up a little more, giving you that stupidly charming smile of his in an attempt to coax you out of your shell. "Okay?"
You stared at him for a few seconds, always so stunned by how fast his pretty face made your worries melt away.
HII I’m a little new to your blog and I love your writing smm!! Could I request naib pet play hc?👅
Preferably where he doms and subs?
(Sorry, I don't really enjoy submissive men, so I don't really know how to write for them, but my idea for petplay Naib might fulfill your request still!)
Naib was wary of petplay for a while; he doesn't like to let his guard down, or be vulnerable- but after finally saying yes to you, he found it not only relaxing but fulfilling!
It's not a typical petplay dynamic; he doesn't want to be some dumbed-down puppy. Naib likes to remain strong and independent; he's a working dog at heart, and he works for your happiness and praise.
He likes to give you the leash, giving you control to command him, but he'll still take the initiative plenty of times to get what he wants. Though... usually what he wants is just to make you happy. Whether it be sexual or just sweet, intimate moments to comfort one another, Naib works hard to be a loyal dog!
