happy (belated) 420 to my bby plug!eren & all those who celebrate!! here’s a little something bc i miss my honey hehe—wc: 4.1k//cw include: HEAVY GUN KINK!!!, drug usage (weed), unprotected sex, nasty kisses, dirty talk, slight daddy kink, riding, creampie! inspo vids: 1 & 2 & 3
it was no secret to anyone that eren was packing in more ways than one.
firstly, there was the third leg that sat heavily between his thick thighs—and then there was moira; a matte black glock 19 that rarely saw the light of day, but was still tucked away somewhere with him at all times.
you don’t know why he gave it such a silly name, and you never bothered to ask because sometimes eren just did shit because he could.
‘i keep it for my safety, and especially yours,” is what he always told you with a sweet kiss to your forehead.
he knew you weren’t into guns . . like, at all, and that’s why he never brought it out around you at the beginning of your relationship.
but then one day, he unfortunately had to whip it out in your presence which was a lot. seeing him pull it out like he was actually gonna use it scared you, but it also shamefully turned you on more than it should’ve. as insane as it sounded, there was just something about him using it in your honor that made your cunt pulse.
and then it was brought out during sex.
the adrenaline rush you got from having his unloaded gun pointed at you had you feeling fucking feral, and don’t even get me started on when he wanted you to point it at him while he was slurping at your pussy.
that was the first time you ever held his glock, and even though it was unloaded, the mere feeling of the cold metal underneath your fingertips had ice running through your veins.
and just now you got that same feeling, only this time, his gun was very much loaded, and ready to be used.
eren has shown you how to use his gun plenty of times for safety reasons, so you knew how to handle it without causing harm to yourself or others, but you’ve never actually held it and felt it out until now.
it was definitely heavier with bullets inside. you couldn’t help but wonder how he walked around so casually with it.
“geez . .” you muttered, french tipped nails tracing along the barrel. it was cold to the touch, bringing goosebumps to your bare skin.
you were supposed to be journaling, and scheduling out the next few weeks in your planner, but curiosity eventually got the best of you.
eren was in the living room, man spreading on the couch with a blunt perched between his tatted fingers while he spoke to his supplier. that kinda stuff bored you, and it was only time eren wouldn’t entertain your antics. paw at his thigh one time, and you’re suddenly met with the scariest death stare of all time, and a deep frown.
the man was very serious about his business.
so while he talked about god knows what with levi, you brought your pretty ass to your shared room, and well . . . here we are.
the thing about your boyfriend, though, is that he has these spidey-like senses that alert him whenever you’re up to no good.
so when it was too quiet in the other room for more than ten minutes, he definitely had some suspicions.
“yeah . . yeah, i gotcha. i can stop by tomorrow night if that’s cool with you. my girl, and i got dinner plans tonight . . mhm. yeah, that’s cool. i’ll see you tomorrow night then . . bye.”
click!
eren tossed his phone aside with a sigh, and looked towards the bedroom, where still not a peep was heard.
thank god you really couldn’t hear for shit, so it was pretty easy for him to sneak up on you, and see what you were up to.
and it was just as he thought—instead of journaling and planning out your week like you said, you were on his side of bed, crouched over like you were hiding something.
he noticed that his bedside drawer was open, and that’s when the dots started to connect. a smirk curled at his full lips.
“whatcha doin’?”
“a-ah?! ren, you dummy, y-you scared me!” you huffed, quickly setting the glock back in the drawer. heat rose to your cheeks, and bells of embarrassment rung back and forth between your ears. “i just wanted to hold it for a second . . i’m sorry.”
eren was quick to shake his head, slipper clad feet slowly making their way over to you. “don’t be sorry, baby. you know i’ve been wantin’ you to get your own, so don’t feel embarrassed for being curious.” he plucked a raw cone that was sitting behind his ear, and brought it to his lips, “you wanna light this f’me?”
you didn’t know what it was was, but there was something so attractive about him smiling down at you with that cone dangled between his pretty lips.
blindly, you searched for a lighter, and luckily found one next to the glock. the metal grazed icily against your skin as your fingers wrapped around the lighter. “of course i do.”
he leant down a bit more, emerald eyes never once leaving yours.
a thick, yellow tinted cloud of smoked escaped past his lips before he inhaled it back in. “thank you, pretty girl,” he hummed, exhaling the smoke just a few inches above your head. “now may i ask why you were messing with moira?”
“i wasn’t messing with nothing, babe, honest! i just wanted to hold it for a minuteee,” you arms slithered around his slim waist, pulling him in closer. “i don’t know how you carry that around with you all the time. it’s so heavy.”
your lips parted in a breathy sigh when he caressed at your jaw, almost like you were waiting for him to do something.
“you get used to it after a while. feels like nothin’ to me now . . and i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her—”
“why do you call it a her? i thought that was just for, like, cars, and boats, and stuff,” you interrupted with a raised brow. “and why moira of all names? is it from the nineteen-hundreds?”
eren just laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling together cutely. “here,” he muttered, placing the raw cone between your parted lips.
“i call her a she because . . i don’t know. it just feels right, and i referred to her as moira as a joke at first, but it kinda just stuck.” he plucked the cone from between your lips, and brought it back up to his own. “as i was saying before—i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her. you already know i been wantin’ you to get one of your own.”
the world was a dangerous place. and during a time when men were on constant power trips, and hurting random, innocent women, eren wanted you to be fully prepared for any, and everything if he wasn’t there.
but you were just not into guns.
you let out a small laugh, nimble fingers making their way up to the drawstrings on his sweats. “the day i get a gun is the day i take your credit card off my apple pay. never gonna happen, baby.”
“so pepper spray, and a pink, bedazzled pocket knife it is, hm?”
his breath hitched only slightly when you tugged lightly at his sweats. “alwayssss,” you grinned, resting your chin on his lower abdomen.
for a moment, you both just stared at one another. the sexual tension was thicker than the tinted smoke eren french inhaled, and with each passing second, you could feel his cock growing harder.
“you know i’d kill for you, right?”
your lashes fluttered, a dopey smile spreading across your lips. “yes, baby. you tell me that at least three times a week.”
“and you know m’serious too . . if anybody ever put you in harms way—i wouldn’t even hesitate.”
“yes, ren. i know.”
“does that scare you?”
he placed the cone between your lips against again, and you shook your head. this made him raise a brow, “not even a little?”
god, you were stroking his ego so bad, and you probably knew it by the way your were looking at him, and talking in that syrupy sweet voice that had his dick twitching.
“no, rennie,” with a final inhale, you were stubbing the bitter tasting weed out, and refocusing your attention on him—specifically the waistband of his sweats. “i think it’s really sweet actually . . that you care so much about me.”
in an instant, eren’s wife beater was pushed up just above the hardened ridges on his abdomen. kiss after kiss from your plush lips littered the entire area, bringing him to a full hard on. “touch it,” you heard him rasp from above.
your tongue poked out, wet and pink, and trailed over the throbbing bulge. the look on his face was priceless. feral with a tinge of shock.
“mm, kiss this instead.”
and then you felt something cold against your temple. a shiver ran down your back, and goosebumps blossomed around the entirety of your body.
the only thing that was almost better than your orgasm face was the look you had right now. scared, but also pathetically needy.
a whimper bubbled in the back of your throat as you pressed a kiss to it, and then another. eventually, you poked your tongue out, but justttt a little bit.
“look at my two favorite girls french kissin’.”
“ugh, ren! don’t be crude!” your lips pushed into a pout making eren laugh harder. he nudged the weapon underneath your chin, forcing you to look up before setting it back inside the drawer.
“heh . . cute.”
when he started bunching up his hair, you knew it was go time—the shirt you were wearing now tossed to the side without a second thought. this left you almost bare, the only article on clothing on you being a pair of baby pink panties.
“you excited for our date tonight?” he asked you, casual as ever like he wasn’t about to give you some serious work. “been waiting to take you there for months.”
as he pulled off his shirt, your doe-like eyes immediately zeroed in on the swirls of ink that covered his arms and chest. his bottoms were next to go.
“y-yeah, i’m really exci—oh!”
before you could even get four words out, eren was pulling you to the edge of the bed by your legs in one, swift tug. “you gonna wear that pretty dress i bought you? the pink one with the lace?”
while he awaited for your response, his fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, pulling them just below the soft mound of your cunt. when you didn’t say anything, his eyes flicked to yours. “well, are you?”
“y-yes, rennie. i am, i promise.”
he let out a hum of approval, and tugged your panties down the rest of the way, exposing your slicked pussy to the cool air.
“i like when you pick out my outfits,” you added, batting your lashes up at him.
his hand instantly wrapped around your throat, applying little to no pressure, meanwhile the other grabbed ahold of his twitching cock. the thick head swiped between your chubby folds once, twice, before slowly pushing in.
“slow, rennie,” you gasped out, trying your absolute best to ease up for him. “k-kiss me?”
“mhmmm.”
then his lips were against yours, the new angle causing him to push more of his dick between the tight confines of your silken walls. he just kissed you like that for a while. all slow n’ nasty until he was able to build up a steady rhythm.
“don’t stop,” you mewled against his lips, parting them more so he was able to slip his tongue into your mouth. it laved over yours, and then he was sucking on it making you whine.
the bun he put his hair in was messy, rushed, and was falling apart within minutes of him fucking you. soon, a curtain of brunette hair covered you both much to his dismay. “ngh, s-stupid hair tie. hold on, baby—”
“just leave it, honey—don’t stop,” you repeated desperately, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “y-you feel s’good!”
“shit—yeah? you like when i fuck you all sweet?” there was nothing sweet about the way his cock was drilling into you, but it sure did feel like it with the way he was talking you through it. “don’t forget to breathe.”
just as he said that, you released a long breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “good girl. jus’ keep on breathing, and let rennie fuck you like you deserve.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, your body going completely limp as eren fucked into you harder, deeper. a tatted hand gripped at the back of your knee, and slung it over his waist, the new angle bringing hearts to your eyes.
then eren’s phone started ringing.
and it wasn’t just anyone, it was levi. you could tell by the ringtone because eren has designated ringtones for all his important contacts—you included.
with the sound of skin slapping and heavy pants, you were hoping he wouldn’t hear the familiar sound and stop. this was not the case.
“a-ah, fuck. that’s levi callin’, baby—”
your man let out a noise of confusion when you covered his ears, and pulled him in close, smushing your lips against his. “just ignore ittttt,” you whined into the kiss, only for eren to let out a groan of disapproval.
“if you pull out m’not letting you back in.”
“oh really?” the brunette chuckled. “you better hold on then.”
he swooped you up with ease, apologizing in the form of a kiss to your chin for the sudden movement. his cock was deep and snug inside of you, the thick veins that wrapped around the base now throbbing erratically against your gooey walls.
it felt good, like, really good, but you couldn’t let him know this because he found a loophole out of your threat!
“you’re so, so annoying—i swear you’re the most irritating german man to have ever walked the earth!” you whined into his neck, manicured fingers threading themselves into his tousled hair.
“what—is me being german supposed to be derogatory or sum? da musst du dir schon mehr mühe geben, um meine gefühle zu verletzen, baby,” he chuckled into your ear. with every long stride he took to search for his phone, you could feel everything.
and now you were even more annoyed because you knew you’d have to be quiet for him.
“sei brav,” he muttered, making sure to be extra careful as he settled you both on the couch with you now pretty, and perched in his lap. “makin’ me miss his phone calls n’ shit.”
“we’re supposed to be fucking if you didn’t remember you big brute—a-ah!” you were interrupted by eren’s thumb pushing past your kiss bitten lips, and pressing down roughly on your tongue.
he pressed the phone against his ear, emerald eyes now gone completely dark. ‘ride me,’ was all he said before the other line picked up.
“hey . . yeah, i’m sorry i missed your call. i was just a lil busy . . mhmm . . yeah, everything is fine with her—what’s up?”
the couch creaked underneath you as eren rested his back more into the plush cushions, his thumb still resting heavily on your tongue.
you wanted to be annoyed, you really did . . but he just looked so handsome. especially when his brows pulled together in sensitivity when your hips lifted up, leaving only the tip inside. your hands, soft as rose petals, rested on his broad shoulders, then slowly drifted upwards until you were cupping his jaw.
“definitely get more sativa heavy strands. i noticed the warmer it gets, the more people been buying it . . mhm . . oooo, y-yeah, i’m sure the earthy girls will love that shit,” he snickered into the phone. his teeth caught onto his bottom lip as he ran his thumb over the soft muscle of your tongue.
a whimper bubbled in your chest when he suddenly pulled it out, rubbing the excess saliva over the plush of your lips.
everything suddenly felt too hot. you wanted to move faster—you wanted to bring moira back into the mix honestly. but every time your ass clapped against his thighs too hard, or you whined a little too loudly, he was pinching at your nipple, each time harder than the last.
“r-ren,” you whispered, low and desperate. your eyes were glassy, filled with bratty tears because you wanted —needed more. eren was quick to grip your jaw roughly between his tatted fingers, halting your movements completely.
ouuu, you’ve done it now!
eren didn’t let you move an inch, his hand slithering down to wrap around your throat. your cunt clenched wildly around his cock, almost as if you were trying to milk his orgasm from him.
“yo, you mind if i call you back? my girl needs me n’ you know how she can get . . . heh, yeah i know. i’ll call you back in forty.”
you were relieved he was finally off the phone, but you weren’t so crazy about the look on his face. it made you feel small—breakable.
because if anyone was able to mind break you into a puddle of smeared mascara n’ tears, it was eren.
“sorry,” you mumbled, and then his hand tightened around your throat. “s-sorry! m’sorry ren.”
his grip loosened a tad, but not a lot. “you’re so impatient, you know that? can’t even wait—what, five minutes?”
when you shook your head no, he actually smiled. it was an amused one. “what are you thinking about?”
never the one to censor yourself or your feelings, you said, “taking you to bed, n’ riding you.” your lashes fluttered innocently at him while your pussy creamed him with every small movement. “wanna make you finish inside me, rennie.”
his brow twitched, and so did the corner of his lips that adorned an adorable beauty mark on the top one.
ten minutes later . . . .
“yeah, yeah, yeah, y-yes, o-oh my—!”
your lower half spasmed against eren’s as you came with a loud, tearful cry. he laid beneath you with a twisted snarl, and scrunched brows as he tried not to cum along with you—but it was almost impossible with the way your pussy was suffocating his cock.
a thick ring of cream started up around the base and only got frothier and messier the more you fucked him.
“ngh, you like that? ‘like creaming my dick, and makin’ it all messy?” a tatted hand came down on your ass, a loud smacking sound echoing throughout the room. “god, and it’s so loud. you’re gonna make me nut real soon.”
your brain was on overload, a million thoughts racing through it at speeds you didn’t even know were possible.
“can you—can you get it out please? please, ren? ‘wanna feel it on me. you feel how wet it’s makin’ me?”
oh yes. he could feel, hear, and see it.
his hands gripped at the fat of your hips, moving you back and forth, back and forth. “mhm, i feel it, baby. grab her for me?”
before your hand made contact with the weapon, eren mumbled out a low, “go slow, and careful, pretty girl.”
there was a slight shake in your hands when you grabbed the glock, careful not to squeeze anything or bring it over too fast. eren’s warm fingers grazed over yours as he took it from you.
the sound of a click had ice running through your veins. did he just—?
“safety’s off,” he muttered, now holding the icy metal against your lower belly. “better ride me real good, yeah?”
your feet planted into the mattress, teeth clamping harshly on your bottom lip. “i-i will, daddy. you wan’ me to move like this?” your hips moved back forth slowly, the exposed bud of your clit rubbing deliciously over his skin. “or—hah, maybe like this?” his chest felt scorching hot beneath the skin of your hands as you leant forward, now raising and dropping your lower half against his with obnoxiously loud claps.
“am i doing good?”
he circled the gun around your nipple, then carefully pushed it more into your breast. “mm, i’ve seen you do better.” a lie, but he needed to get you amped up. “show me how bad you want it. show rennie how bad you want my nut.”
while you ground your sticky cunt in eren, he held the glock firmly against your temple while his other hand gripped the plush of your ass.
everything was wet and sticky; from your thighs, to the bottom your behind, to eren’s pelvis. each time your hips lifted a lewd fwop! sound could be heard, bringing heat to your cheeks.
but now was not the time to be embarrassed—now was the time to make eren proud. that was the only thing that mattered, and will ever matter.
the minutes were ticking by quickly, and before either of you knew it, twenty more minutes had passed. it wouldn’t be long before levi was calling eren again, because he was just punctual like that. eren respected it, and levi as a whole, so you best believe he’d stop mid-fuck again to answer him.
you needed to make him cum, and fast.
“i-i’m close, daddy. cum with me? please?” you had your best doe eyes on for him, the same ones that he could never resist, and had him melting into a puddle of love and warmth every time. “hah—pleaseeee,” you whined out, bringing a hand up to wrap around the wrist that was holding the glock.
“fuck yeah, i’m close—c’mere, baby,” swiftly, he set the glock aside on the bedside table with a small thud. every nerve in his body was screaming at him to pull you close, and hold your body captive against his warm chest.
so that’s what he did.
while you mouthed at the lipstick print tattoo he had dedicated to you long ago, he cradled the back of your head, uttering nasty praises and promises to bring you closer to your peak.
“gonna . . *huff* gonna cum, daddy. s’gonna be big, i can feel it,” you whined in his neck, every song and word you let out coming out muffled. eren just hummed, and planted his feet more into the bed, his hips pistoning upwards so fast it had you seeing stars and streaks of white. his balls, heavy and full of warm cum to give you, slapped harshly against your ass with every thrust.
“i know, baby, i can feel it. that little pussy wants to cum bad don’t she?” he chuckled into your ear, pink tongue lolling out so he could lick over it.
four bruising thrusts later, and your body was full on trembling as a steady stream of your cum dripped down eren’s shaft, and onto his throbbing balls.
“fff—huck, ren!” you sobbed into his slightly sweaty skin. your brain was completely fried, and it wasn’t until now that you could finally go limp, and let eren use you like the ragdoll you so desperately wanted to be in this moment.
“oouu my fuckin—!” eren growled out, his hands now finding purchase on your ass once more. with ease, he lifted your lower half until only the tip remained inside your tight heat. he was in full control, moving your backside up and down, up and down, until you finally felt the first streak of cum coat your walls. “tighten that pussy up, c‘mon, baby. milk this fuckin’ dick.”
his words had you tightening up out of instinct, giving him exactly what he wanted.
when he lowered you back down, he moaned in bliss at the warmth that greeted him, long lashes fluttering shut.
“hold me,” you whimpered into his shoulder. the shaking you were experiencing from your orgasm seemed to be never ending, and although your boyfriend had both arms lazily slung over your form, you needed more.
and eren knew exactly what you meant without even having to ask, his arms tightening around you until he heard you let out a hum of content.
“you know i was serious about you keeping this in you all night, right? m’gonna get hard against just thinking about it,” you heard him chuckle, his fingers playfully pinching your side.
he could feel the scrunch in your nose, and grinned wider, “what—too nasty for you?”
“just shut up, and answer the phone.”
he raised a thick brow, his smirk only faltering slightly, “but the phone ain’t—”
before he could even finish his sentence here came that same, familiar ringtone that interrupted you not too long ago. this brought a smirk to your lips, “exactly. now answer, and lemme sleep.”
“heh, well played, baby.”
