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The Little Things
Bruce Wayne x gn!Reader
Summary: Bruce is needed for an opening event and you help him get ready
Word count: 800~
Warnings: sweetness, soft bruce, not really a warning considering itâs Bruce but orphans/orphanage
A/N: Iâm down bad for this little goth man at the moment, and this happened, kinda self indulgence cause Iâm an adult (barely) who often finds myself hanging out at the kids table at family gatherings and stuff, and I can kinda see Bruce being the same lmao đ¤Ł
Bruce opens his eyes groggily and is met by the bright light of his bedroom and the smell of coffee. He hears your soft humming which makes him peer out from under the bedsheets.
âMorning, sunshine!â You beam as you take in his squinted eyes and wildly tousled hair. And if the sunlight wasnât assaulting his eyes he probably wouldâve beamed right back at you. Alas, he was certainly suffering in the brightness of the morning.
Though he couldnât help the small smile that made its way into his lips as he noticed the pair of sunglasses youâd placed on his bedside table along with his coffee.
âThank youâ he hums and takes a sip, sighing as he slips the shades on. You chuckle at the look and draw the blinds a little so the room isnât as bright. Bruce laying in bed wearing shades has always been an endearing sight to you.
âWhatâs the occasion?â He grumbles and carries on drinking as you walk into the closet and potter about.
âThe orphanage is opening today. They want you to cut the ribbon, remember?â You shout but youâre still somehow quiet as you do so, trying not to overwhelm Bruce after yet another night of the darkness and nonstop noise of Gotham.
âRight.â He mumbles as he downs the last of his coffee and shuffles to have a shower.
When he emerges and stands in the doorway of the walk-in closet running a towel through his hair, heâs met with the sight of you holding up various suits next to the outfit youâre wearing to the opening, and he smiles at the domesticity of the act.
He gives a satisfied hum as you hold up a grey shirt, âI think that one would look best.â
You turn and smile, handing it to him, âMe too.â
He starts to get dressed, feeling a hand on his arm as heâs about to pull his suit jacket on, âGo with something softer. More homely. Less harsh.â
You turn back to rifle through his clothes and pick out a button-up sweater, holding it up with a questioning face.
He nods, smiling softly as he takes it from you, pulling it on and buttoning it up. He holds his arms out to his side and does a little spin around, and you give him the once over.
âPerfect.â You smile as he comes to face you again. He stalks forward, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight before letting you go as you both finish getting ready.
Bruce didnât want a big fuss made about him funding the Gotham Orphanage, but the orphanage staff practically begged him to be there for the opening. They wanted to make a whole big speech about him and his generosity, but heâd managed to whittle it down to simply cutting the ribbon and they caved.
He had his photos taken cutting the ribbon and he made pleasantries with those he needed to, but once heâd done all that he found himself gravitating towards the children who would be living there as they explored around the building for the first time.
Your heart soared when you wandered around and found him sat on the floor in the small library, surrounded by a gaggle of children as he read them a story. He looked adorably awkward as one of the children sidled up next to him and rested their head against his arm.
Once all of the other big names of Gotham had left and the paparazzi had followed, it was just you and Bruce left with all the children and orphanage staff. You say your goodbyes and start to walk over to the car where Alfred is waiting.
âThank you.â He mumbled as he leaned over to kiss the side of your head.
âFor what?â
âFor all of this.â He gestures back at the orphanage.
âWhat do you mean? You did this.â You smile curiously.
âSure it was my money, but youâre the one who convinced me to do it. Youâre the one who got it all figured out.â He looked down at you like you had been crafted by the gods.
You look back at him just the same, âBut you had the biggest impact. The looks on those kids faces as you read to them said everything.â
âLetâs call it a team effort then.â He smirked as he opened the car door for you.
âFine.â You huffed a laugh.
Bruce walked around and got in next to you, reaching across for your hand once heâd closed the door and put his seatbelt on. You drove back to the manor in comfortable silence, smiling to yourself at the thought of Bruce and all those children.
Wipe It Away
Bruce Wayne x gn!Reader
Summary: tiny little drabble of your little routine for when Bruce comes back after a night as the caped crusader
Word count: 600~
Warnings : rbatz (this man should be a warning just by himself tbh), mentions of a minor injury, mentions of drinking, mostly just fluff
A/N: I kinda just dropped off the face of the planet for a hot minute. Work has been tough and Iâve had no motivation to do anything until I saw this emo bat boy and heâs been stuck in my head all week
Bruce always told you not to wait up for him while he was out at night. But you found yourself unable to sleep until he returned, so youâd busy yourself with other things. Some nights it was watching movies, some were spent reading. Others were spent doing crafty things to keep your hands and mind busy. And occasionally you and Alfred would have a night of drinking and chatting.
Whenever your heard the familiar rumble of his bike or car, you felt yourself let out a sigh of relief. Some nights were spent pacing when heâd been gone much longer than usual, and you always felt the biggest weight lifted off your shoulders upon his return.
Tonight was no different. The sun had just begun to creep over the horizon when he finally got back home. He found you sat in bed reading a book and fidgeting with your bookmark. Despite your smile, you looked exhausted and you could see the guilt dripping off him at keeping you up all night.
Heâd already taken off the batsuit before coming up to the bedroom, so he was now stood before you in a ratty shirt and sweatpants. A far cry from the intimidating stature he prowled the streets of Gotham with. Your Bruce was stood in front of you now. Not the âPrince of Gothamâ - heâd always hated that moniker. Not the Batman. He wanted to keep that away from you as much as possible. The real Bruce Wayne stood before you, in all his beautifully awkward glory. And you loved him.
He perched himself next to you, allowing you to complete your usual routine upon him coming home. You pull out the box from under the bed and set to work, his skin still cool from the elements of the night as you lightly grip his chin to move his face around and check for damage. No matter the time of year, Gothamâs air always has a chilling bite to it. He tilts his head further to let you wipe at a cut on his jaw, a small smile curling onto his lips as you place a gentle kiss next to the cut when youâre done.
It seems like such a simple thing, and silly really, but he takes great comfort in you wiping the black paint off of his eyes when he gets home. Once youâre happy that any injuries are dealt with, he closes his eyes and relaxes as you wipe the darkness away. Wipe the evidence of the night away. Allow him to leave the night behind and enjoy the now with you. You always press a kiss between his eyebrows to signify youâre done, and it never fails to make him blush.
Youâve done it hundreds of times, and yet it still gets the same reaction. Thereâs something so tender about the whole affair and somehow Bruce loves you more and more every single night once youâre done.
âThank you.â He murmur as he leans forward to catch your lips.
You kiss him back languidly, smiling into the kiss when you reach up to tenderly hold his cheek and feel his skin has warmed up. From the warmth of the bedroom or from the adorable blush painting his cheeks, youâre not quite sure but you welcome the warmth regardless.
You pull back and run your thumb over his cheekbone, âYou donât have to thank me every time. Iâll always be here to take care of you.â
âToo bad. Iâm not gonna stop.â He simply smirks as he crawls around the bed and lays down, opening his arms for you to crawl into his side. You quickly dive under the covers too and cuddle up to him.
âNight, Bruce.â You steal one more kiss before tucking your head into his neck.
âGood night, sweetheart.â He presses a kiss to the top of your head and pulls you in tight, drawing absentminded patterns against your back as you drift off. His mind finally calms down and he soon follows you into a peaceful nightâs sleep.
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If you made it this far, thanks for reading and indulging my little Bruce fantasy đĽ°
And if you wanna send some Bruce ideas đ canât promise anything, but I can certainly see myself writing a few more little drabbles like this if I get inspirationâŚ
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Thank you for including me on this đ feels like an age since I wrote something for my lovely Din, might have to get back into it đ

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Hi! Really loved Ballrooms and Bedrooms, would you consider writing a NSFW alphabet for Jaskier ?
Hello, my lovely!
Just posted this! Hope you enjoy :)
Jaskier ~Spicy~ Alphabet
Jaskier x f!reader
Summary: a good olâ spicy alphabet for our favourite bard, Jaskier!
Word count: 2.9k~
Warnings: obviously smutty so this is 18+
A/N: also not calling it a N*** alphabet, becuase tumblrâs new tag stuff is weird
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
KING of aftercare. Heâs all sweetness and stolen kisses. Will crowd you and wants to be pressed up against you as best as he can. Then heâll leave a sweet kiss somewhere before getting up to grab a cloth and then clean you up with it. Then heâll hop right back into bed and cuddle up to you again, whispering praises and waxing poetic to you. The reverse often happens too though, where youâll take care of him and make him feel spoiled, and he absolutely adores being fretted over by you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
He loves his hands. They allow him to make a living, and he puts them to good use on his lute, charming crowds effortlessly with his tunes. But they also have a way with you. Making you shiver and squirm when he brushes them up against just the right place. Or when his fingers snake down to where your bodies meet and help push you over the edge. And even just to innocently hold your hand when youâre out and about, letting everyone know youâre his. Loves to have his hands on you whenever he can, resting on your thigh or at the nape of your neck and trailing up and down any bit of exposed skin that might be available to him.
He is obsessed with your mouth. He loves the words and melodies that pour out of it throughout everyday life, and the smirk you wear when you sass him. He also loves the sinful noises that escape it when heâs deep inside you. And he also loves what you can do with your mouth. But to be sappy for a moment, more than anything, he loves your eyes. Heâs made up wonderful verses about you, purely about your eyes. Their beautiful hue, the way you look at him with complete adoration (or lust), and how he can get absolutely lost in them. He often catches himself just being completely drawn into the depths of your eyes, and heâs a sucker for the fall every time.
Hi! I hope youre doing fine. I miss you and take care of yourself! â¤
Hello!!
This is so sweet, thank you!! đ
Iâm still lurking every now and then 𤣠Iâve had a hectic two weeks at work, been having observations and like a bunch of staff are off with covid right now, so everythingâs been a bit manic.
Iâm in the middle of writing like 3 different Jaskier things at the moment, so hopefully at least one or two will be up this weekend đ¤đť
I am so happy you are writing for Jaskier!! Would you consider writing something where he is at a bar with the reader and has to kind of like âdefend their honourâ in his weird awkward kind of way of going about things? Either they know each other or donât⌠itâs just a little thought that keeps popping up in my head haha. Sorry if this makes no sense, I never make actual requests!
I loved Flower and Flame btw, it made my heart hurt for Jaskier, but it was so cute â¤ď¸
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, and for requesting this too!! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you enjoy! :)
Needless Defense
Jaskier x fem!Reader
Request: something where he is at a bar with the reader and has to kind of like âdefend their honourâ in his weird awkward kind of way of going about things? Either they know each other or donât⌠itâs just a little thought that keeps popping up in my head haha. Sorry if this makes no sense, I never make actual requests!
Word Count: 1.2k~
Warnings: smidge of violence, but nothing too gnarly
You sat in front of the fireplace, considering the events that had led you here. Itâs not really how you thought youâd be spending your evening, but here you were anyway. The famous bard sprawled in your bed, sporting a nasty looking black eye, and fast asleep.
You canât help the smile that sneaks onto your face at the sight of him. All bedraggled from the events that just took place in the tavern below. He looks a lot less suave now than he did when he was performing earlier in the night.
He has quite a way with the crowds. Youâd never watched him perform or met him before, but his reputation certainly preceded him. Jaskier has the people of the tavern hanging onto his every word. Almost every set of eyes in the tavern were locked onto him as he moved effortlessly around while strumming on his lute and charming everyone he happened to brush up against.

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I saw that you wrote my jaskier request and ahhhh!!! i just wanted to say thank you so much! i know you took a little while and i appreciate you taking time to write that⌠it was so so so amazing!! hugs and kisses and sending lots of love your way!!!!
Ahh youâre so welcome!! Iâm glad you liked it đ
hello lovely, i saw that you would like some jaskier requests and iâm in my hyperfixation on the witcher right now, could you write something very flirty with season 2 era jaskier, where the reader has been helping him escort elves to cintra and thereâs lots of tension and they finally kiss :)
Just posted this! :)
Hope you enjoy!! Sorry it took so long to write <3
A Bardâs Wife
Jaskier x f!Reader
Request: something very flirty with season 2 era jaskier, where the reader has been helping him escort elves to cintra and thereâs lots of tension and they finally kiss :)
Word count: 1.3k~
Warnings: none, really? very mild season 2 spoilers?
A/N: sorry this took so long!! work has kicked my ass, Iâve been bringing home books to mark almost everyday (as I write this, Iâm currently staring at a pile on unmarked books too lmao)Â
You watch from across the tavern as Jaskier charms the customers for yet another night. Youâre sat with a drunk man at the bar who just wonât take the hint that youâre not interested. You humoured him at first, laughing at his terrible jokes, but then youâve been trying to get rid of him since. You donât realise the jealousy on Jaskierâs face as he watches you laugh at the man. Thereâs a polite smile on your face but on the inside youâre about five minutes away from kicking him where it hurts most.
Jaskier plays some fan-favourites, and as always, he finishes off with Burn Butcher Burn. He seems off today as he sings his final song, and you make a mental note to ask him about it at the end of the night. He received thunderous applause as the song comes to an end, though there is some grumbles as the patrons realise it means the tavern is closing.
Once the tavern is cleared out, you both collect your things and sneak down to gather tonightâs group of elves to take the boat to Cintra.
Itâs all going well until Jaskier is asked for his papers. He doesnât flounder though, using his usual witty charm to get himself out of trouble. But as usual, Jaskier canât wind his neck in when itâs good for him, and he starts to run his mouth. As more men are called along, you realise that Jaskier is going to get caught out tonight if you donât act quickly.
Heyyyy i was the one who requested the jaskier one and i am so SO IN LOVE WITH EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU WROTE đđđđ KISSES TO YOU AND TO ALL YOUR PETS Im going through a tough time this week and when i saw that my request is done i screamed a lil bc im so happy with what youve done with it â¤â¤â¤
Ahh Iâm so happy you enjoyed it đđ thank you so much for taking the time to send this đĽ°
Havenât yet seen the Witcher but I read ur Jaskier mini fic Ballrooms and Bedrooms and fell in LOVE. Cute, saucy, and lovely
Ahh thank you, lovely!! Thatâs so sweet đĽ°

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Ballrooms and Bedrooms
Jaskier x f!Reader
Request from anon: Reader is a princess who is betrothed to another noble who is probably twice older than her and during her engagement party Jaskier is playing and starts flirting with her? They flirt with each other all night then she asks Jaskier to take her virginity, because she would rather give it to someone she likes and trusts. Jaskier does and maybe at the end of the night he convinces her run away with him
Word count: 3k
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (please be safe peeps!)
A/N: I had so much fun with this one! Itâs the longest fic Iâve written in a while and Iâm still not 100% sure about my smut, but I had fun with this regardless. I just love Jaskier!! Hope you enjoy anon!
Being a noblemanâs daughter meant you had no choice over your own life. You couldnât pick how to style your hair, what dresses you wore, how you decorated your room, who you spoke to, anything.
And you certainly couldnât decide who you would be married to.
Your father claimed he was being generous in the lead-up to your marriage, as he was allowing you to choose the entertainment for the engagement party. He gave you a list of performers from across the Continent and you were allowed to make the final decision. You rolled your eyes as he rambled on about how generous he was being by letting you choose.
You werenât at all bothered about what music would be playing in the background during the party that signified the signing over of your life to another man, but when your father gave you the scroll with the list of performers, the first name stuck out to you.
Jaskier.
You had heard of Jaskier the Bard before. He had quite a reputation for his songs about a Witcher he travelled alongside once. You had also heard he was easy on the eyes too, which couldnât hurt. You were going to spend the rest of your life married to a man at least twice your age who looked much closer to death than anything else. So watching the bard perform for one night couldnât hurt, right?
You didnât need to read any other names to know who you were picking.
This is just exquisite aaaaa
Thank you so much for the reblog and the lovely comment, youâre so sweet!! And that reaction pic had me laughing so hard đđ
Ballrooms and Bedrooms
Jaskier x f!Reader
Request from anon: Reader is a princess who is betrothed to another noble who is probably twice older than her and during her engagement party Jaskier is playing and starts flirting with her? They flirt with each other all night then she asks Jaskier to take her virginity, because she would rather give it to someone she likes and trusts. Jaskier does and maybe at the end of the night he convinces her run away with him
Word count: 3k
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (please be safe peeps!)
A/N: I had so much fun with this one! Itâs the longest fic Iâve written in a while and Iâm still not 100% sure about my smut, but I had fun with this regardless. I just love Jaskier!! Hope you enjoy anon!
Being a noblemanâs daughter meant you had no choice over your own life. You couldnât pick how to style your hair, what dresses you wore, how you decorated your room, who you spoke to, anything.
And you certainly couldnât decide who you would be married too.
Your father claimed he was being generous in the lead-up to your marriage, as he was allowing you to choose the entertainment for the engagement party. He gave you a list of performers from across the Continent and you were allowed to make the final decision. You rolled your eyes as he rambled on about how generous he was being by letting you choose.
You werenât at all bothered about what music would be playing in the background during the party that signified the signing over of your life to another man, but when your father gave you the scroll with the list of performers, the first name stuck out to you.
Jaskier.
You had heard of Jaskier the Bard before. He had quite a reputation for his songs about a Witcher he travelled alongside once. You had also heard he was easy on the eyes too, which couldnât hurt. You were going to spend the rest of your life married to a man at least twice your age who looked much closer to death than anything else. So watching the bard perform for one night couldnât hurt, right?
You didnât need to read any other names to know who you were picking.
Yes. Absolutely. This is perfect. I loved it all the way. Exquisite. đ
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