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sillygoose067 · 20 days ago

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I Know Love

"I know love when it hits, when it hits, when it hits Yeah, I know love, yeah" - I Know Love by Tate Mcrae

Synopsis: When Dick catches you admiring his latest magazine cover, he’s all teasing grins and smug charm, but you’re not jealous—you know exactly what it’s like to fall for him. Playful banter turns into tangled limbs and lingering kisses, a reminder that no matter how irresistible he looks on glossy pages, it’s you he comes home to.

The apartment was quiet, the golden glow of the kitchen light casting a warm hue over the countertops as the faint scent of something savory filled the air. You stirred the simmering pot on the stove absentmindedly, the rhythmic clatter of the spoon against the sides filling the space. Every so often, your gaze flickered toward the magazine resting on the counter—the one you had definitely not meant to linger on this long.

And yet, there he was.

Dick Grayson, Gotham’s golden boy, striking a pose that could make anyone stop and stare. The fully unbuttoned white shirt highlighted every muscle, the perfect shadows cast just right to make him look both dangerous and irresistible. His smirk was captured mid-twist, exuding a confidence that sent shivers down your spine, even though you’d seen this look a million times before. He always looks good, you thought, biting your lip as you traced the edge of the page with your fingertips. But something about seeing him like this—glossy, untouchable, and gracing the pages of a magazine meant for the whole world to admire—made your stomach flutter.

Not because you were jealous. No, not at all. You were proud—so proud. Gotham might have its "Billionaire Playboy Wayne Heir", but you were the one who got to experience him up close, the softness behind the bravado, the boyish laughter, the way he melted into you when no one else was watching.

Just as you exhaled a dreamy sigh, the front door clicked open.

You panicked.

With a squeak, you snatched the magazine off the counter and spun around, shoving it into the nearest drawer. The sound of boots being toed off and a heavy sigh of exhaustion echoed from the doorway.

“You home?”

His voice was warm, familiar, and filled with that casual ease that made your heart flutter every time. You turned, trying to act nonchalant as he stepped into the kitchen, his presence instantly filling the space. He looked tired but good—his sweat-soaked hair clinging slightly to his forehead, his jacket slung lazily over one shoulder.

You smiled, stirring the pot as if you hadn’t just been caught red-handed. “Mm-hm. Just finishing up dinner.”

Dick’s sharp blue eyes flicked to the drawer you had so suspiciously lunged for a moment ago. A slow, knowing grin crept onto his lips as he stepped closer. “What was that?”

“What was what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“That thing you just very obviously hid.” His grin widened as he leaned in, resting a hand on the counter beside you, effortlessly caging you in.

Your heart did a little flip. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow, his fingers already reaching toward the drawer.

You gasped, trying to block him, but he was faster. With a smooth motion, he plucked the magazine from its hiding spot and flipped it open, his own face staring back at him. His smirk was immediate. “Ohhh, this is what you were up to?”

Your face burned. “Dick—”

“You were admiring me, huh?” He grinned, teasingly flipping through the pages. “Damn. I do look good.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You always look good, but this is different!”

“Oh? Different how?” He leaned in again, his nose brushing against your temple, his voice dipping just enough to make your stomach twist. “Go on, tell me.”

You turned your head slightly, your breath hitching as you met his gaze—so close, so playful. “Just… you look really confident here.” Your fingers nervously toyed with the hem of your shirt. “And everyone’s talking about you.”

His smirk softened into something more genuine. “But you’re the only one I care about.” His knuckles brushed along your jaw before he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering. “You do know that, right?”

“I know,” you whispered, smiling as you tilted your head up, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. “I’m just proud of you.”

His expression melted into something tender before he sniffed the air and grinned. “Something smells good.”

You perked up. “It’s almost ready! Go freshen up, and we can eat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a playful salute before stealing another kiss—this time on your cheek—before heading toward the bathroom.

By the time he emerged, fresh and relaxed in a soft tee and sweatpants, you had already set the table. He practically moaned when he took his first bite, making you laugh. “God, I love you.”

You giggled. “That good?”

“The best,” he said, flashing you a grin before shoveling another bite into his mouth. “You spoil me.”

You shrugged playfully, nudging his foot under the table. “I hope Alfred never hears this conversation-- And you deserve it.”

The meal stretched on with easy conversation, the two of you falling into that comfortable rhythm that made your apartment feel like home. Afterward, he insisted on doing the dishes while you wiped down the counters, occasionally splashing water at you like a child.

When the chores were finally done, you stretched with a yawn. “Bed?”

Dick grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Thought you’d never ask.”

You barely had time to settle into the pillows before WHUMP—Dick flopped onto you dramatically, pinning you beneath him.

“Dick!” you wheezed.

He grinned, resting his full weight on you like a lazy cat. “Mmm. Comfy.”

“You’re crushing me.”

“Shh,” he mumbled into your shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “Just let it happen.”

You huffed, trying (and failing) to push him off. But then he started peppering kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your nose—little presses of warmth that sent soft shivers down your spine.

Your protest melted into a quiet giggle. “You big dork.”

“Your big dork,” he corrected, nudging his nose against yours before pressing a longer, slower kiss to your lips.

The weight of him pressed down over you, solid and there, like he belonged against you and nowhere else. His arms were snug around your waist, his legs tangled with yours under the blankets, completely unconcerned about the fact that he was definitely squishing you.

You huffed, shifting slightly. “Dick, I need to breathe.”

A muffled grumble was his only response, his face buried against the curve of your neck. “Breathing’s overrated.”

“I don’t think so.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, finally loosening his grip just enough for you to adjust. But instead of rolling off you, he stayed close, nosing along your jaw like he was committing the feel of you to memory. “Mmm. Better?”

It was so unfair how effortlessly he could send heat curling through you with something as simple as that. His lips brushed your skin—soft, teasing, there just long enough to make your stomach flutter. The way he moved, lazy and affectionate, was completely intoxicating.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. “Better.”

But he didn’t stop.

His fingertips traced slow, featherlight circles along your waist, dragging his touch up your spine in a way that made your breath catch.

“Dick—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your shoulder now. “Too sleepy for anything, just… lemme be close.”

Your heart squeezed at that, your frustration melting away instantly.

Because that was him—as much as he could tease, as much as he could turn up the heat and make you flustered beyond belief, he was just as easily this: your drowsy, touch-starved, ridiculously affectionate boyfriend who wanted nothing more than to exist in your space.

So you let him.

You ran your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp in the way you knew he loved. Sure enough, he let out a soft hum of appreciation, nuzzling deeper into your touch.

“Love that,” he murmured.

“I know,” you teased gently, continuing to card your fingers through the silky strands.

His breathing slowed slightly, growing heavier, and for a moment, you thought he might actually drift off.

Then, he shifted, just enough to press another lazy, lingering kiss to your collarbone. “Love you.”

Something warm and unbearably fond unfurled in your chest.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

He let out a soft, content sigh, his arms tightening around you. “Good.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. His skin was warm, his body completely relaxed against yours, and his breathing had evened out into that slow, steady rhythm that meant he was on the verge of sleep.

But just as you were about to close your own eyes, he stirred again.

“…Love you,” he mumbled, softer this time, like he just needed to say it again before he let sleep take him.

Your chest ached in the best way.

You turned your head, brushing a kiss to his forehead, his nose, his cheek, taking your time like he had all the time in the world.

“Love you too,” you murmured against his skin.

Finally, he stilled completely, letting out one last sleepy breath before slipping under.

And as you lay there, wrapped in him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, you realized something—this moment, this feeling, was what love was supposed to be. Warm, easy, and safe.

And with that thought, you let yourself drift off too, perfectly content in the arms of the man who was yours.

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erenthology · 1 year ago

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Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress.

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs.

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being.

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him.

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants.

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

“stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release.

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself.

His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen.

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in.

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth.

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought.

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room.

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too.

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.”

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in. He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face.

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it.

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm.

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

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