#laina everett wayne

[brucewaynesex]

tension relief - Bruce Wayne x OFC

warnings: explicit (18+)

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Bruce comes home from patrol wound up. Laina helps him wind down (by winding him up first).

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The night was late and quiet before the roar of an engine interrupted the stillness of the Cave. Only seconds later the Batmobile appeared in the Cave, screeching to a stop. Bruce emerged, shoulders bent and chin streaked with dried blood. He looked up and arched an eyebrow. Laina stood before him, brow creased in worry, but Bruce smiled as he approached, pulling off the cowl.

Laina leaned up to kiss him. His arms encircled her as his lips parted. She tasted copper. When they pulled back the taste of blood lingered. She ran her thumb across his bottom lip, where a cut had started to bleed again.

“It’s fine,” he said gruffly, in response to her unvoiced concern. Laina’s heart, made heavy by the injury, tumbled in her chest. Bruce was trembling in front of her.

“Is there anything else?”

“No. They just landed one good hit on me. I’m fine.” He captured her hand in his and kissed her palm. “I promise.”

“Still pent up?” She murmured, running a hand along his bicep. The shaking was from exhaustion or adrenaline then, which; she didn’t know.

Bruce grunted, giving half a shrug, so Laina kissed him again. And again, until he was kissing back, clinging to her.

She pressed a kiss to his jaw, then his neck, working lower. Moments like this- with no kids, no city to save- were rare. Laina didn’t wait up for Bruce often- even now, it was close to 3am. But she hadn’t been able to sleep, and part of her ached for her husband.

“Laina- I-“

“I missed you,” Laina said. “I want you. If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you,” Bruce murmured. Laina knew it wasn’t uncommon for him to run or workout after patrol, to wind down. She figured, since she was up- she could provide a substitute.

A smile spread across her face. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and he lifted her up into an embrace. Her legs slotted around his waist as their kisses deepened. Bruce’s stubble scraped against Laina’s cheek, and the spark inside Laina grew into a fire sitting low in her belly.

His hands cupped her ass, holding firm. Laina moved her hips against his, then she paused, huffing a laugh.

“We gotta get you out of this suit,” Laina said. She needed more so desperately. “I’m- getting- nothing.”

“Hm.” Bruce threw the cowl to the side and set Laina on the hood of the Batmobile. He stepped back, stripping the suit until it lay in pieces on the floor around them. Once he was in only his underclothes, he began kissing Laina again, a hand wandering up her shirt and cupping her breast, the other holding her flush to him. His wife wrapped her legs around his waist again. Their tongues met in the open-mouthed kiss, messy and hot. Laina melted in it, pliant in his embrace.

Now Laina could feel Bruce’s hardening cock pressed against her core. She moved against it, edging impossibly closer to him, and his breath hitched. He thrust back against her and she moaned. Hurriedly, he helped remove her shirt and bra so that their flushed skin pressed together; his own followed moments later. Bruce sucked at her neck, trailing kisses down to her breasts. A hand moved its way between them, Bruce reaching into Laina’s pants and brushing over her clit with a swift finger.

Her back arched into the friction. “Yes- please,” she breathed, but a second later, Bruce removed his hand and licked the wetness from his finger. Then, he kissed Laina again, moving against her.

“Come on,” Laina huffed. “Stick it in me, Batman.”

Bruce went perfectly still, then signed. Laina grinned, pushing back his hair and ground her hips against him once more.

His face remained impassive, save for a spark in his eye that Laina knew all too well. Her smile widened.

“Please,” she added.

He kissed her hard in lieu of a response, but his hands fumbled with her waistband and tugged her pants and underwear down. When she was exposed to him, he moved her close to the edge of the Batmobile’s hood and spread her legs.

“Are you-“

“I’m ready,” Laina said. “Please, baby.”

Bruce fisted himself, lining himself up with her entrance. The fire inside her burned hotter, deeper; she was wet enough that the first few inches of his cock slid into her with ease. Laina groaned, tipping her head back. Bruce kissed her exposed neck, cradling her gently. He pulled back and thrusted, slightly deeper this time.

“Ah,” she moaned. The stretch stung but it wasn’t enough. Every nerve was alight, from her toes to the tips of her fingers. With every kiss, every movement of Bruce’s hips, she burned, lost in the sensation of his skin against his, the wetness of his mouth trailing along her collarbone.

“So good,” he muttered. “Laina- Laina.”

Bruce angled deeper, his thrusts coming quick and hard, skin slapping against hers. His whole body quaked; Laina panted in time with his motions, breaths coming in quick puffs.

“Needed you,” he said. “God, baby.” His fingers dug into her flesh, holding him tight against her. The snap of his hips didn’t relent; Laina moved to meet him with every thrust and their sounds of pleasure mingled together in the air. Bruce bent over her, burying his face in her neck and his cock further inside her. Each motion was erratic, forceful, on the precipice of too much but still left her wanting for more.

She was floating, weightless, less of a person and more of a thing that needed and wanted senselessly. Pleasure overtook her mind, a blinding whiteness that encompassed everything. Her eyes were squeezed shut, body tense, moving without thinking. She could think of nothing but the roll of her hips, of Bruce smashing into her, of their bare chests meeting, of his hot breath of her neck, of cold metal beneath her thighs. Bruce fucked into her, again and again, small moans escaping him, noises made without thought or control.

And then he touched her clit. Laina could have screamed. She bit down on Bruce’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, and tangled her hands in his hair, scrambling for purchase. He circled his thumb around her core, one hand between them and the other still holding Laina against him. She knew, by the rushed motions, the tension in Bruce’s shoulders, that he was close.

“Come for me,” she whispered in his ear. “Come on baby, come for me-“

Bruce shook his head, eyes screwed shut. “You first,” he grunted, and pressed against her clit harder, rubbing faster circles. Laina gasped for air, leaving her body, tangled in bliss, and came. Her whole body shuddered, hips still jerking helplessly. And Bruce followed a moment later, spilling inside of her. In those long seconds, there was nothing but each other, their bodies, their shared ecstasy. Laina couldn’t breathe; all she could do was think of the hand on her clit and the cock thick inside her and the pleasure making her body sing.

They came down slowly, chests heaving in unison. Laina slumped against Bruce’s chest, and he leaned into the touch, still hiding in the crook of her neck. He removed his hand from her to pull her into a loose embrace, and they stayed there until Laina could think and move again. Bruce pulled out with a groan, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Feel better?” Laina asked faintly, eyes still shut. Bruce chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Much,” he said, and smiled fondly.

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fading grief

Jason is still gone. For the first time, Laina thinks she might be able to move forward.

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The mattress sank down under the added weight, and Laina stirred. Her eyes opened to the dimly lit room, cast in a pale blue light of just-before-dawn. 

She stretched, reaching out for Bruce, her fingers brushing against his bare arm. “Hi,” she whispered, turning to face him.

“Hi,” he said, arching an eyebrow. It wasn’t often Laina woke up when he came to bed, and recently, if she sought out his comfort, it was to cry on his shoulder or offer the same in return. Tonight, she snuggled closer to him, brushing stray hairs off his forehead. Bruce grinned at her despite himself, and she flushed, smiling back at him.

“You seem happier,” Bruce said, and although some of that familiar sadness flashed in her eyes at the words, she smiled again, albeit not as brightly as before.

“I think I am,” Laina said a moment later. “I think… tonight was the first night I went to sleep and I didn’t believe grief was gonna swallow me whole.”

“Good.” Bruce stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Good.”

“I think we’re gonna be okay,” she confessed. Tears welled in her eyes, and Bruce pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Somehow, we’re gonna be okay.”

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the other half - Bruce Wayne x OFC

Laina, reflecting on loving Bruce.

I fell in love with you all at once. It shocked us both, especially the reciprocity of it. You flirted with me like you did everyone else, except I caught some of your smiles that seemed more genuine. You took me to dinner but not home to bed, and I knew. Alfred seemed surprised to accommodate me for lunch instead of a morning-after breakfast. And when those came, he was surprised that there were several.

I know it snuck up on us. You, perpetually alone when it came down to it, and me, unprepared to fall in love with the billionaire playboy. The newspapers didn’t exaggerate your charm, but they never warned me there was something real underneath. I said yes to a first date because you were handsome and charismatic and you listened when I talked about the logistics of organizing a charity event. You listened for hours and you cared, too, and then we became something real. 

One day, I woke up. You had gotten in late, and I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to come over. You had carried me to bed and laid down beside me. When I opened my eyes in the morning and found you there, I knew. I wanted to build a future with you. I woke you up with a kiss, and you knew then, too. As the sun rose that morning, the pieces clicked into place. There you were: the other half of my soul.

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I didn’t love you right away.

How could I have? You charmed me, but I didn’t know you at first. You were untouchable until you opened yourself up to me, and the real Bruce Wayne started to bleed through.

It was gradual, but it still stunned me when I realized. All of the sudden, I couldn’t imagine life without you. I realized that in every room I was in, my eyes went straight to you. I told jokes to make you smile; I lived to make you laugh, and my heart sang when you were happy because of me. I could feel my heart tugging towards you every time you were near; I felt it ache when we were parted. You became the center of my universe. I wanted no days without you there beside me. God knows what life would throw at us; if death or life forced us apart, I would love you still, even a ghost or a memory of you.

How did I know I would spend the rest of my life with you? It was long before you asked me to marry you. It was when you told me you were Batman. It was when you invited me to live in your family home, when you adopted Dick. That’s when we became a family- no matter what would happen next, we were connected through our son. There were the acts, the binding ties, that solidified it. There it was: I trust you with the barest, deepest parts of my soul. I trust you with the most vulnerable parts of me without hesitation. I put my life and my heart in your hands in complete faith that you will tend to them with the utmost care. And you did. And you have.We said vows, the day we became partners for life, to promise as much to each other. But we had already said it before: with each kiss, each I love you, each piece of ourselves that we shared with each other. I knew it that day and a thousand days before then: you were mine, and the other half of me.

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Heartbeat - Jason Todd and Parent!OFC

After Jason returns.

He was alive, and there he was. 

Jason, there, alive, in front of her. Jason, grown-up, stubbornly unsmiling, breathing, moving, living, back home. 

Laina caught herself staring at him. Like if she looked away, he would disappear, and it would just be her and his ghost again.

(She caught everyone else staring, too. She saw how uncomfortable Jason was when he caught the rest of them staring, and she tried to stop. But. There he was.)

He didn’t stay the night. Just a couple of hours and he was standoffish the whole time.

But he was there. Alive.

Laina hugged him goodbye. He accepted it tentatively.

It was warm in his embrace.

She heard his heart beating in his chest. She heard his heartbeat.

She knew he noticed when they parted that she had to wipe the tears out of her eyes.

(The last time she had checked, he was under a white sheet, and his chest had been cold and silent and still.)

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Another time, he stayed long enough to fall asleep on the couch.

She rounded the corner and found him splayed out across it, and jumped, her ears flooding with sound, her heart pounding.

Laina didn’t want to sneak up on him. But she watched him for a full minute to convince herself that he was still alive- she watched his chest rise and fall and then ducked into a bathroom to cry, then debated if covering him with a blanket would startle him.

She did place the blanket over him. He didn’t wake.

She put her finger under his nose just to check again. That he was there. That he was breathing.

Jason reluctantly accepted the hug goodbye.

Laina didn’t cry that time.

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Jason Todd and Wayne Parent!OFC - The Coroner’s

Laina is my original character who is married to Bruce and also looked after Jason. This is set after Jason dies. First person POV

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My son is just down this hall. He’s just down this hall, and I’ll see him soon.

They covered him up. It’s so cold in here. The sheet is so thin.

He’s just under this sheet. He’s right there, in front of me.

My hands shake when I lift the sheet and I see his mangled face.

Jason Todd is small in death. Pale and scrawny, and his skin covered in cuts and bruises. His eyes are closed. I will never see his beautiful eyes again.

He is ruined. He is so broken, his skin is tight and drawn over his cheekbones. He looks how he did when we took him in; too thin and too pale and much too battered. It’s not real. He doesn’t look real- he looks dead, and my son cannot be dead.

I reach out to touch his face, and his skin is ice cold. His lips do not quirk up into a smile when I say his name, or even into a determined frown. He doesn’t know I’m there, so I say his name again, and my voice cracks when I do.

He’s cold and pale, and there’s still blood in his hairline.

My knees give out. I think I’m crying- oh god, I’m crying, and I can’t stand. Bruce catches me, and holds me up, and shushes me when I cry out- my son, my baby, Jason, Jason, Jason- come back to me, oh God, please-

When I stop crying, I wipe the wetness from my cheeks, and I look at you. You are pale and still and silent, and that is not like you at all. I press a kiss to your cheek and force myself not to look back when Bruce escorts me out.

Later, the funeral home will call, and Alfred and I will drive on a silent trip. We will bathe you and brush your hair, and dress you in a suit you would hate. We will hold your hand and will warmth back into you, and hold each other when we need to take a break to cry. Your father, who failed you, couldn’t face you, so we prepare you for your funeral alone. Your body will be stiff and we will try to make it look so that you could be sleeping (but you are too still; you starfish when you sleep, enjoying your oversized bed, and you are a light sleeper, at that) and we will each leave you with a kiss.

Alfred will hold my hand on the way home, but again, we won’t talk. There will be nothing to say.

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I love you; again - Bruce Wayne x OC

A morning-after conversation.

Bruce got out of bed first, disentangling himself from her arms and the bedsheets. Laina watched him, saw the tension in his bare shoulders, and waited. It wasn’t their first morning like this since their separation; in fact, many days recently had started like this.

“Laina,” Bruce finally said, strained and exhausted. “What are we doing?”

She stared at him from across the room, frozen. Long seconds passed before she moved again, standing from the bed and approaching him slowly. When she reached him, he took her in his arms, and she rested against his chest before looking into his face.

“I love you,” she said, voice trembling. “I love you no less, or any differently, and in the whole time we’ve been separated, that hasn’t changed.”

Bruce huffed incredulously, and she stilled again, but Bruce suddenly lifted her into his arms and kissed her. She reciprocated just as enthusiastically, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

“I love you,” he said once they had parted. “I love you too.”

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