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
Herms neck is sensitive. Extremely sensitive. That's why he has the high collar. To stop people touching it or things brushing against it.
But one night at Sardines, he's sitting next to Chad. And he's drunk and warm. Body heat of a pyro mixing with the beer running through his bloodstream and flushing his cheeks a pretty pink.
So he unzips. Just a bit. Some breathing room. Cracking his neck from the lingering soreness of the day and sighing as he closes his eyes and let's his head fall back against the wall.
And then there's fingers on his neck.
Feather light and tracing every dip and curve, lingering on his adams apple. A drunk and curious Chad smirking as he leans his chin on Herms shoulder and touches.
"Your neck is really fucking long, wet noodle boy"
Herm can feel every callouse, every dip of his finger prints. Every blood vessel pumping through his fingers as they trail down his pulse point. So he grabs Chad's wrist. And it's warm. So warm.
"P-Please stop-don't do that. I don't...I don't like people-"
Then the hand is around his throat. Squeezing once. Then twice. Tipping his head so warm, dry lips can press into his skin. A burning tongue can lap at his water. Sucking on the hinge of his jaw and trailing a firey path up to his ear lobe. Pulling it between straight white teeth.
And Herm feels it all.
Everything.
Body shaking, mind going blank. The room falling into a darkened silence as he grips that wrist and his eyes roll back. Panting and moaning. Whimpering into the air. That feeling that always comes when his neck is being touched blooming in full swing.
And then Chad pulls away. Sipping his own beer as Herm's head plummets back down to earth. Quickly zipping his suit back up and hiding his mortified expression behind a soggy handful of peanuts and the clearing of his throat. Squirming in his seat to rid the tingles stirring in his lower abdomen.
Everyone's on the dance floor or getting another round. No one saw. No one knows.
But Chad knows.
And as Alice calls him up on stage for a duet, he leans down and flicks the tab of Herm zipper where it sits just under his chin.
Your head pounded, headache so loud a doctor could mistake it for a heartbeat.
"Fuccckk..."
You tried to roll over, whining as your caught between Hakaris arms and chest. His chest was to hard and firm for you to lay comfortably on with this headache.
"Haakarrii...let go"
You groaned, squirming between him and his strong, beefy arms. Usually, you'd have to fight him just to get him to hold you properly in bed. With a huff you squirmed some more, but the loud snores from Hakari just prove you've made no progress against him.
Giving up, you whine again. The pounding of your headache only getting worse while laying on his chest.
It got to the point you couldn't take it, slapping him was your last option....and it worked. He was sitting up in a spilt second, almost jumping out of bed, giving you the perfect amount of time to move and lay on Kiraras stomach.
Your head felt instant relief when it landed on her soft belly, making you melt into her.
"....who slapped me?"
Hakaris voice was slurred and raspy, making you remember you both had massive hang overs right now. Yet you said nothing, and neither did Kirara. Hakari was smart, but not when he was hung over.
After a moment he sighed and layed back down, mumbling about him going crazy. It wasn't until Kirara let out a stiffled giggle, biting her lip so Hakari wouldn't notice but he did.
His arms engulfed the both of you, pulling you closer as he tightly hugs us.
"Alright! No one's leaving until I get a confess!"
Kirara started laughing, it was impossible not to join in. Giggling with her. You looked up, a smug look on your face.
"It was me...I figured you wouldn't feel it though, with that thick head of yours"
Hakari raised an eyebrow. Humming before squishing your face with his big hand. He lightly shook your head, listening to your annoyed grunt as you tried to pull away.
"You menace..."
Hakari chuckled, letting go of your face and laying back on the pillows. A soft smile crossed his face as he watched you get on the other side of the bed, laying with your back away from him. It wasn't difficult getting you back.
His arm snuck over to you, slowly going under your waist until he yanked you back, now lying with Kirara between you two.
Her giggles filled the room as you and Hakari playfully bickered. She sighed, nuzzling up to your chest and falling back to sleep to the sound of your two voices.
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[A/N:I haven't read much about them, I just got done with volume 19 on the manga so sry if it's alittle occ. I hope you enjoyed]
prince!satoru with an ftm servant!reader... yes??? please?? this may get expanded on in a fic if i get a good idea.
at first, you'd just been born into the lifestyle. with your mother being a servant for the kingdom, you'd spent most of your childhood hiding behind her, a hand tightened around the cloth of her apron. a simple life, with the rare sighting of the beloved prince.
although you were never permitted to converse with him, he seemed rather intent on breaking that rule. any of the many times he broke off from his teachers would usually end with him being found bothering you. it never changed with age, the only difference is that he had less people holding him back. especially when you yourself became a servant, trained and allowed to do all the things you'd once only watched your mother do.
adulthood became much harder when the prince would latch himself to you each free moment of his life. he's fresh out of sparring and sword practice? he's already hunting you down where you're tending to the palace gardens.
"your prince is starved for attention, cruel servant." he sighs loudly, walking with wide steps as he approaches, his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, hair mussed around by the subtle breeze.
his fingers ride over the flowers, flicking once he got to the very last one. with a simple elegance he steps behind you as you water the newest lavender patch, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder- even if he had to bend awkwardly to accomplish it. his spine aches at the angle, but he persists, rolling slightly so he's able to look up at you, at the way your lashes hit against your cheeks, at the way your brows furrow ever so softly in concentration. much more interesting than the shallow art decorating the halls of the kingdom.
if only you'd believe him each time he confessed his love. he'd much rather see you in a crown beside him than stuck doing such meaningless work.
a/n - no it hasn't been weeks since i've posted... no it hasn't been that long. i'm so sorry T-T i've been doing an internship alongside currently finding myself obsessed with supernatural. you guys may need to expect some dean fics soon. i'm losing my marbles
characters: allison cameron, eric foreman, gregory house, james wilson, robert chase
tws: self-destructive behaviour (binge eating, drug abuse, suicide attempts, self harm), enabling, vague description of manic episodes.
A/N: written at like 4am pls treat me kindly <3 house is slightly toxic but its accurate imo so cope!! tried to refer to a broader spectrum, including things i dont experience, so sorry if it's not all 100% accurate :C
Allison Cameron
Definitely one of the more understanding of the OGs.
Very big on communication puts a lot of effort into being completely open. Never wants to make you feel like you've been pushed aside.
Finds it kinda hard to move on from splits, but does get that, 99% of the time, you don't mean what you're saying. Still takes it to heart, though.
Will happily sit there and wait for you to come down and be ready to talk.
Worries a lot when you're manic. She doesn't want to infantalise you but she can be a little bit overbearing.
Non-judgemental when it comes to self harm. Just cleans up however necessary, sits with you and reassures you.
She does push you to stop self harming, but also realises it can be very addictive for most people.
She finds it quite hard to accept when you do something bad during episodes, but often excuses it and pushes blame onto whatever the trigger was. She's not that bothered about apologising tbh.
Eric Foreman
Struggles a lot, especially at first.
He isn't great with empathy, so it's hard for him to really understand, especially since you're considerably more emotional than he is.
After a while, he at least learns what you need from him, and he gets into the habit of reassuring you whenever you fight.
"I am mad, but that doesn't mean I hate you or I'm leaving you. We'll work it out."
After the first few splits aimed at him, he does stop taking it personally, but will understandably get annoyed if you refuse to apologise.
He takes note of any uncharacteristic behaviour - he hates to see you going down that slope.
Especially notices overindulgence in drugs, from everything with his brother. Overreacts if you end up doing any, especially if you spend a lot of money. It gets very heated, very quickly.
Good at grounding during dissociative episodes. Stays with you as long as you need him. He has little to no problem with missing work or showing up late for you.
Gregory House
Probably does a DDX on you when he notices any symptoms you display. He knew before you told him. Hell, his whole team knew before you told him!
That, and if you're diagnosed, he's probably gone digging around your records. Furthermore, if you are formally diagnosed, he does a LOT to make sure you don't have to deal with any biases.
He's honestly not great. Let's be real. But he does try, which is more than you can say about what he does for the others.
He's aware that the amount of time he spends with Wilson can be triggering for abandonment. But he's also pretty shit at reassuring you. So he brings you along to a lot of hangouts :]
Short of having his eyes on you 24/7, he never knows what to do when you're manic. He can make as many sarcastic jokes and backhanded comments as he wants it doesn't make him any less anxious.
Projects a lot of his own issues onto you, but amplifies it iykwim? Assumes that something that upsets him could trigger something serious with you.
He is possibly the worst person to split on. When you go low, he goes lower. Disagreements turn into shouting matches quickly and usually end in meltdowns.
You are one of the few people he'll actually apologise to you. Not just because he cares more, but also because there's a lot less that can go unsaid. He can guess that Cuddy and Wilson understand through his actions that he's sorry, it's less of a gamble he wants to take with you.
James Wilson
The MOST forgiving out of all of them.
The only downside is that, like he is with House, he is an enabler. He just can't find the line.
When you're splitting, he honestly just sits there and takes it.
Also never expects an apology. Would probably let you get away with using it as an excuse for poor behaviour, if you ever did.
That said, he does get that you can't really help a lot of it.
When it comes to self destruction, he's always focussed on making sure you're okay. Nothing else seems to matter in the moment, even if you've hurt him in the process.
I mean, he's a head of department in a hospital. reckless spending isn't too much of an issue. If need be, he's more than happy to use his status to get you better care.
However, as mentioned above, he does enable. He doesn't encourage it but rarely pushes you to quit more risky vices.
One of the few that would seriously push you to seek help. Very aware that BPD can be manageable, so long as there's proper help.
Also does what he can to get you medicated if that's something you're seeking out.
Robert Chase
He's not perfect, but he knows what it's like to feel alone and abandoned.
Very empathetic - he tells you he's here for you as many times as you need to hear it.
Incredibly worried about the idea of you making a suicide attempt - if it happens once he gets a little paranoid about it. If he wakes up in the night and you're not there, he panics.
He knows that splits aren't something either of you can really help, but it's tough. He tries not to leave you alone during episodes he's also not gonna sit there and take it.
Kind of mocks your delusions. It's well-intentioned but it can make it harder to be open about.
He's pretty used to being snapped at, from both family and work, so he mostly takes it in his stride.
That being said, he can usually tell when the shouting and hostility is coming from a place of self-sabotage, for the sake of burning bridges.
Overall, quite the worrier. Doesn't want to bombard you about it, but he picks up on most changes in demeanour and sort of notes it down for later. Just in case.
Hi!!! How do you think flambae, Robert, and waterboy would react to having explicit photos of reader accidentally sent to them (like the reader in something skimpy or like naked), like the reader accidentally sent them to him, meaning to send to someone else. Do you think the boys would promise to delete it and not look at it, and then secretly get off to the photos later?
Oh they would all secretly keep it.
Robert and Waterboy would be very kind and tell you how it was no problem and that you don't need to worry. Oh but they are so sad that you didn't purposely send it to them. They feel awful for not actually deleting it, even worse for looking at it later.
Flambae is just as sad, but he will try to flirt a little bit, probably sending you a pick of himself before you even noticed what you did. He'll say that it was all just for a joke, but then he'll lay in bed at night holding a pillow, imagining it's you.
The craziest part is that they look at the pictures even when they don't want to jerk off. Of course they still do look at it for that, but they all will look at it to just pretend that they have that kind of relation ship with you, trying to live in an ignorant bliss.
on the note of herm having an oral fixation, how do you think he fulfills that fixation? i can see him being the kind of guy to want to suck his s/o’s fingers to help him sleep but i’d love to know what you think !!
yes ! this ! ! this is exactly what I was thinking so kudos <3
Herm is obsessed with the feeling of your fingers in his mouth. Usually, he satisfies the itch with chewing gum or hard candies, but the first time your hands cup his face and your thumb slides against his bottom lip, his lips automatically part. It's just a reaction, not even something he has the chance to second guess or allow his anxiety to play with-it just happens.
And with the sweet, low moan he lets out and the way his eyes flutter shut as his lips wrap around your thumb, how could you say no? Definitely not after feeling his tongue drag against your skin.
But even in non-sexual cases, Herm enjoys sucking on your fingers to fall asleep. It's just a simple, mindless activity that brings him comfort and reminds him of your closeness after a long day.
He also tends to chew on the end of that pen you gave him when he once needed to write a letter for Robert. You lend it to him and tell him he can keep it for next time and now he makes sure it's in his pocket every morning he heads out for work.
Sometimes he does it while absentmindedly staring at you from across the room, imagining you twirling the pen in your fingers the last time you used it.
Your fingers...
And then he starts to stare at your hands again and his mouth waters more and then the cycle continues.
It was like any other session. Same motions, same safe word, same aftercare. Only something wasn't right. And he couldn't figure out why.
(Dom drop, soft dom Herm, sub reader, impact play, humping, blow jobs, aftercare)
Blame @liololli for this
It wasn't any different from your normal routine. Same kinks, same safe word, same boundaries. You laying over his lap, gripping at his calves as his hand swung down. A lether belt folded in half, held in his fist. Stuttering out praises between each whimpering moan. Skin red and legs shaking as you slid to the floor and onto the soft cushion he had left between his legs. Taking him down as he brushed your hair back and cupped your jaw. Releasing across your cheeks and dripping down your chin. Letting you hump at his leg until you cried out and came all over his wet skin. Mouthing at his palm until his fingers slid between them. Soothing and soft, curling against the roof of your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed. Exhausted and spent.
Nothing was different about the way he gently picked you up and turned the shower on until the room filled with steam. Nothing was diffrent about the way he held you upright in his arms, rubbing soapy bubbles into your skin. Nothing was different about the way he dried you off or carried you to bed. Laying you down on your stomach and kissing your cheeks, feeding you orange juice through a straw and stroking your hair until you gave in, eyes closed and jaw slack. Breath soft and slow and asleep. So very fast asleep.
Nothing about tonight was different from any other night.
Except he had a bad day.
And he could see it on your skin.
Red and swelling in thick lashes. Broken blood vessels dotting the edges. And bruises. More bruises than he had ever seen before. On your hips and thighs. Around your throat and peppering your arms. Everywhere he had gripped you, held you in place as he used you. Praised you. As he took out every frustration of the day on you without even realising it.
Because he had never marked you like that before.
He had never hurt you like that before.
And it didn't matter that you never uttered the magic word. It didn't matter that your eyes had glazed in pleasure as his tip filled your throat and bruised your soft pallet. It didn't matter that you had pleaded and begged as you rubbed yourself against him with pouted lips and lust blown pupils.
None of that mattered.
Because he should never had let himself hurt you like that.
"Oh sh-fuck..."
He hand moved to cover his mouth. Bile rising in his throat, tears bluring his vision as he tried to scramble off the bed as softly as possible. Not wanting to wake you as he stumbled his way down the hall and leaned over the toilet bowl, gagging and sobbing. Nose burning and breaths eluding him.
A pit in his stomach heavy and hot. Twisting his guts until he couldn't think anymore. Mind filled with the imprint of his hands, his belt, across your skin. Spiralling in a way he couldn't even begin to understand. Because he had never felt this way before. He had never felt so sick, so shameful.
He felt like a monster.
A bad person.
He was a bad person.
Because you must have said something. You must have. Given him a signal or wavered somewhere and he didn't pick it up. He didn't notice. You must have been afraid of stopping him, of saying something, because he was scary. He was something to be fearful of. You had given yourself over to him, trusted him, and he betrayed that. He pushed it too far, made you feel like you couldn't speak up, couldn't say anything.
Because he was a bad dom.
"Herm?"
He blinked. The light turned on, your silhouette approaching him, wrapped in a blanket and fuzzy. So fuzzy in his vision.
"Are you ok?"
And he was sobbing again. Bile on his tongue and tiles cold beneath his thighs as he pushed himself away from you. Scuttling away from outreached hands as his back hit the wall. Knees pulled up under his chin and arms wrapped around them. Head ducked and eyes sqeezed shut becaus the couldn't...he couldn't look at you. Heart aching and chest heaving. Room spinning as he flinched at your touch. Fingertips burning his skin.
"Please-please dont touch me. I can't...you just-you look...your skin. It's..."
His throat was closing. Eyes itchy and wet. Sitting in a puddle of his own making that only seeped across the tiles faster with each passing second.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry"
He listened to your bare feet padding against the tiles. Grabbing towels and pushing them into his sides, soaking up his mess and carefully laying another around his shoulders.
"It's ok-"
"It's not-it can't be ok. I hurt... I hurt you. I never wanted-I never hurt you before. I can't-can't breathe"
He lungs were burning. Head spinning. Your hands pulling at his legs, tugging his arms away until he was unfurled and exposed. Boxers sticking to his skin and your hands on his chest. Softly guiding each breath until his vision stopped bluring and his throat stopped burning. Until his tongue no longer felt like it was swelling in his mouth, and the tears fell fat and fast but silent.
So silent as you just sat there, on the cold tiles with him. Looking at him with so my patience, so much love, that it made him want to return to the porcelain and gag.
"I don't under-what's happening to me?"
You lifted a hand. It was holding a wash cloth. Soft and fluffy and brushing against his cheeks.
"I think you're having a dom drop"
"Having a...what?"
He blinked. Tears and snot dabbed away.
"You know how sometimes I'll have a sub drop? When I'm all sad and weepy and nothing you do seems to help because I'm stuck in my own head"
He nodded. Jaw tight and face hot.
"I hate-don't like those"
"I know"
You smiled. Soft and bright. Wash cloth trailing across his neck, following the line of his chin.
"You're having the same kind of thing. But the dom version. You feel guilty, like you went too far. Is that right?"
He nodded. And you stood up.
"You feel like I couldn't say no or that you weren't domming me, just abusing me?"
"It's just a drop, Hermy. That's all it is"
He nodded again as you walked to the sink and filled the cup that lived there with water.
You handed him the cup. Steadying his shaking hands and helping him gulp the cold liquid down. Washing the bile away. Taking the cotton off his teeth.
"You didn't hurt me-"
He pushed the cup away.
"I did. I did hurt-I made welts. Bruises and your skin...your skin broke"
You sighed. Putting the cup down and spreading his thighs as they threatened to rise up to his chest again. Sitting there between them. Cupping his knees and squeezing until he looked at you. Really looked at you. The purple on your neck, the yellow on your arms. The way you hovered above your heels. Welts throbbing.
"Ok, fair. You went a bit harder than normal and it does hurt and probably will for a few days. Maybe even a week"
He tried to look away. But you cupped his cheeks. Forced his eyes forward.
"But if i didn't want it, if I felt you were doing too much, I would have told you to stop"
Your thumb trailed over his bottom lip. Still trembling.
"I'm not afraid of you"
And you weren't. You really weren't. Because he could see it in your eyes. The trust. Unwavering and pure. Coming closer even as he pushed you away. Sitting on the cold floor, wiping his tears away when that was his job. His job to make you feel safe, to make you feel loved. That was his job, not yours. But you were doing it anyway.
"Why-why didn't you stop-tell me to stop?"
You leaned forward.
"Because you needed it"
Kissing his forhead.
"And I liked it"
Kisses peppered over his brow and temples. His cheeks and jaw. The bridge and tip of his nose. Ending at his lips. Soft and slow and guided. Guiding him, taking him deeper. Sucking his lips, lapping at his tongue. Pulling him deeper and deeper until his eyes fluttered closed and his body finally fell limp. Mind no longer spinning. Just exhausted. So exhausted.
So you pulled back. And took his hand in yours. Standing up slowly and pulling him with you. Blanket over your shoulders. Towel drapped across his.
"Come on, let's go back to bed. You can be the little spoon"
He nodded and followed you down the hall. Let you push him into the soft mattress. Let himself be curled around, your hands on his chest, your nose buried in his nape. Knees slotted together.
