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Eren and Mikasa hug 😫

Loved drawing this one 💕

Runs his hands up and down her body as she leisurely rides him. This is truly the life 😭

Idk if I’ve made this clear, but I am absolutely weak for when Mikasa gets to ride and take care of a tired Eren. Also, now that I’ve written this, I might be a bit embarrassed 🙈.

It was a particularly taxing day for him, so he’s completely exhausted when he gets home, and to the care of his wife who has already run him a bath and ushers him into it, sitting along the back edge of the tub so she wash his hair and give him a nice massage to relax.

Of course, it works. Her touch is like magic for him, but it wasn’t until he’s between their silk sheets and propped up on fluffy pillows does he realize the night gown she’s wearing. His attention wanders after her as she turns the tv on for him and dims the the lights, as she empties his gym bag and places items where they should go. From the hamper to the closet to their drawers she went, the lacy hem fluttering at her thighs; despite how bone tired he is, Eren can’t help but shift a bit as blood began to flow downwards, the thought of what his wife must have been hoping for upon his arrival coming to mind.

His attention is more on Mikasa than what she’s saying when she joins him in bed, and he halts her movements before she can fully hide under the comforter. Her reaction is minute when his palm finds her thigh, but he knows her so well that it tells him everything he needs to know. Eren doesn’t have to ask if she put the nightie on for him as he feels how the soft material curves of her firm cheeks. He doesn’t need her to tell him what she wants as his fingers drag up the tiny bumps that litter the skin her arm, to thumb at a thin strap and guide her jaw to him for a kiss.

“You’re tired,” she murmurs, her sweet scent engulfing and so fitting of the flush on her cheeks. How was she so pretty, so beautiful.”

“Never too tired for you.”

“Are you sure? You need take time to relax.”

“Is there a better way? Believe me, I’m already halfway there. Take this off I’ll be ready to go.” The color on Mikasa’s cheeks deepened at the implications of his words, eyes holding his as her fingers skimmed over his abdomen to dip under the the covers. He fights the urge to smirk when her lips part after finding his words to be true.

It’s amazing that even after all this time they’ve been together, all the time they’ve known each other, he still get that spike of anticipation, excitement when watching her sit up on her knees and slip one arm from the thin straps and then the other, her smile completely teasing as she lowered the fabric down her breasts only tug if back. His disappointment didn’t last long, her laughter at him making his heart dance because it was such a lovely sound and nearly distracted him completely when she did raise the dress overheard to toss it further down the bed.

Mikasa takes charge and is over him in a second, soft breast squishing against his chest when she pressed her lips to his, swallowing his soft groan when her delicate fingers reached back to wrap around his cock, gentle and caressing as they expertly coaxed him to fullness. Eren can’t help but push his tired, achy arms to engulf her, wanting to be just a little bit closer as she nipped at his lip and thumbed over his tip. He didn’t have time to feel a loss when he had to let go so his head could slip along her glistening seam a few times before nudging at her hole.

The hot bath was great and her massage was even better but nothing, nothing, would ever compare to the feeling of her tight, wet cunt stretching out around his cock. Their groans mixed together as her hips rolled the slightest bit, working him in until her pelvis was flush to his lap.

“Mikasa.”

“I know.” And she did because she felt the same. That same fulfillment that he did, that same satisfaction, that same exquisite feeling they’d only ever known from each other.

Perhaps it was his fatigue, but Eren was glad for the time she took to adjust to him or else he surely would have been quickly overwhelmed by the snug fit of his cock in her; he was gripping her waist harder as she started to move, the slow, sumptuous slide of her searing walls making him moan without care.

Mikasa was a dream come true riding his cock. A low, long sigh slipped from his lips as he squeezed her two hands on his chest. Eren couldn’t decided where we wanted to look, her face, lost in the pleasure of taking his dick in her packed little cunt, the delicate shake of her full,round breasts, or the way his thick cock disappeared between her legs only to reappear inch by inch that much shinnier

“Eren…” The way she pressed down into him, back arching more told him that she was doing good and the little gasp she released when his palms slid up the warm skin of her arms had him sinking deeper into the pillows, letting her have all the control as her muscles tightened so beautifully around him.

“Is it good, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“My dick treating this pussy well?”

“Mhm, this dick is always so good to me.” Her ass began lifting just a little bit quick as his hand slid over shoulder and down smooth curve of her back, grabbing and teasing a handful of flesh. The way her thighs flexed and released was so hot. Mikasa was too pretty, too beautiful working his pussy on and off her cock, wetting it up more with each languid up and down of the shapely hips that always looked so good with his hand prints in them.

Her perfection multiplied to proportions that Eren had trouble handling when she used him, when she was fucking herself, her sweet cunt with his cock. The half lid of her lust filled gaze was a look he’d want from her forever and he could feel his own legs tensing when his smoothed over her parted lips and her tongue peaked out to pull the digit in.

Sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder when the girl he’d known all his life became this woman, so sensual in the way she caressed his chest and abs, so sexy in how she took his thumb deeper into her mouth, pace the same as her circling hips, eyes holding his, breath washing over his hand as she sighed so contently, vibration thrumming through his skin as shewhined after a particularly filling drop to his pelvis.

And love. Mikasa held so much love for him even after all this time. The way she immediately took care of him when he came home where she was waiting, the way she completely forgot about her need when she saw how tired he was, the lingering kiss she pressed to his thumb-pad was all proof of that.

The saliva that coated his finger left a glossy trail down her chin and chest, eliciting a gasping when it wet one pebbled tit then the other. Fuck, she just had the most responsive body and made the loviest sounds as he felt up her breasts. He wanted to eat them, swallow them up and keep them forever, which is exactly what he did when he pull her chest down to his, when he captured her mouth with his own.

And she still did all the work as he felt more of her skin, ate her little whimpers at the change in angle. Her lips hugged his slowly, tongue teasing the bumpy fibers of his, delving deep and drinking him up. His baby had never been anything if not thorough, but eventually her harsh breaths had to cover his face as she sought air. He could look at Mikasa’s flushed face for the rest of his life.

“I’ve been waiting for this dick all day,” she whispered him.

“All day, baby?” The rare pout she sported was so cute.

“Yeah. You left before I got up today. I couldn’t make you breakfast or see you off or make sure you had a great day.”

“I did miss my morning pussy.”

“You did?”

“Fuck yeah.” She even felt pretty as her mouth slotted to his again, hard nipples rubbing against his chest, the curve of her back under one hand and the curve of her ass under the other as it continued drag her burning walls along his cock.

“It missed you too.”

“How much did my pussy miss me.” Eren choked, eyes rolling back as her strong muscles constricted around his sensitive dick.

“This much. It missed you this much, Eren.” He couldn’t keep her down even if he wanted to as she pushed herself back up and started riding him in earnest. Mikasa was fucking him as she pleased and he simply held on as she worked so skillfully. “It wanted to c - come all over your dick today.”

Fuck him.

“Then do it, baby. My pussy can have whatever it wants.”

“It wanted to be filled too. Your pussy wants to be stuffed to the brim with cum. Please, Eren. Please, can I have it?”

Fuck him, please. The words alone had his sack feeling heavy and tight.

“Take it. Take what you want from me.” Her clit, pink and swollen, begged for his touch and the keen that flew from her open mouth when he answered its call was everything. The sounds of her sloppy cunt spurred him closer to the edge. This was the effect he had on her. She wanted him, had waited for him. Her pussy was his. It was quaking and fluttering around his dick. Mikasa was his wife, calling his name and he had nothing but her own to return as they came together.

His girl took it just like she wanted, just like he told her to, cunt milking him of ever last drop and he couldn’t help but roll them over so his weight could settle over hers.

Shit, shit, shit.

Mikasa curses in her head about a hundred times as she loiters in the family planning aisle of the drug store. She's been there for ten minutes now, eyes scanning over the many colourful brands proclaiming that they offer the best protection, all shapes, all sizes, scented, unscented, latex, for those with latex allergies, even flavoured.

She swallows nervously as she squats down, leaning her knees up against the bottom shelf, eyes raking over all the possibilities. Fuck, she's sucha noob. She's never bought condoms before, is embarassed to even be doing it now. The guy has always had one rather luckily, but the other night upon stumbling into some random bedroom at a party she'd learn the hard way that not all guys kept them on hand. The adventure had ended awkwardly with Mikasa refusing to go without protection.

So, rather than find herself in the drugstore the morning after begging the pharmacist for plan B, she finds herself on a friday night scouring the shelves for condoms pre-emptively for a night out.

She curses yet again as Trojan and Durex stare back at her accusingly, competing for her attention with bright purples and dark navy hues, glow in the dark and strawberry flavoured options.

Mikasa briefly allows her eyes to skate towards the very limited sex toy section of the aisle, a few pink packaged vibrators promising her a better time than this. No hassle of having to purchase or choose which brand to buy, just a good time for the night.

Slim, manicured fingers drop the box of condoms, stopped in her tracks by a tall imposing presence behind her. Shit! She's taken too long, now someone is in the aisle with her. She can only hope it's just a really tall menacing woman. Mikasa tilts her head back just enough to catch a glimpse and it's definitely not a woman.

No, it's a tall, attractive guy who's looking at her in amusement as she squats in front of the condom selection. She whips her head back towards the condoms, pretending to browse conspicuously, dark hair shielding her face as she attempts to sink into the shelf, disappear into the wall of condoms. Hopefully, he'll leave quickly, maybe he's looking to buy pads for his girlfriend or something a few paces down. He does not and her dreams are crushed as he hums merrily, browsing the shelves above her. Mikasa tries her very best to go back to her decision, trying to choose between a few different brands, pick the best options, hoping he'll leave quickly.

Instead, after a few minutes she feels him squat down next to her, eyes very obviously on her and she peaks up at him nervously and fuck he's even hotter up close. Green eyes sparkling with mirth, a wicked smile on his face, biceps bulging as he crosses his arms over his knees. "Need some help?"

"I-no!"

He raises an eyebrow and she deflates, "Yes, I don't know what i'm doing." Whatever, she'll give into hot stranger for a few minutes, pretend he's who she's buying condoms for, and not that he's in fact just doing this out of the kindness of his heart with a pretty girlfriend to go home too.

Mikasa lets out an actual honest to god squeak as his warm fingers make contact with her own as he snags the condom box she'd been looking at from her.

"These are garbage, they feel like shit," he comments, chucking the box to the bottom of the shelf. "Oh," she whispers, like she's her brain isn't cycling through images of this darkly attractive stranger fucking her with said condoms. Then, he grabs her next pick, pushing it to the back of the shelf, "Also garbage, almost lit my fucking dick on fire."

Her mouth parts slightly and he keeps his eyes on her, smirking at her reaction as he grabs a flavoured box. "These are good for BJs I guess, I've heard they taste okay, but pro tip, usualy head is better without condoms." He winks and if it was someone even slightly less attractive, she'd have smacked this boy upside the head for his boldness. But as it is, all she can do is nod and wish to god it was her he was talking about as he tells her each condom factoid like it's common knowledge.

Finally, he settles on an XL box with lube and ribbing along the outside and he hands it to her, "These are the ones I use," he tells her and she nervously takes the box from his large hands, thinking about all the damage a boy like this could do to her, especially using XL branded condoms. She doesn't know much but she knows he must be obscene and she shivers a little as she takes it.

As if to add insult to injury he shrugs, "That is when I actually use condoms, definitely not a preference of mine, trust me it's always better without." His eyes are dark as he says the last part, hungry and her hands clench around the box, holding on for dear life.

"Thanks," she whispers to him, eyes locked on dark green and he shrugs, "No problem, you looked like you were struggling a bit." "Yeah, like I said, I'm not exactly well-versed in condom shopping." A strange look crosses the boy's face, his brows furrowing, "Well your boyfriend sounds like a jackass, he should have at least told you what to get." Mikasa chokes on her breath, struggling to get the words out before this beautiful boy misunderstands, "I don't have a boyfriend!"

"Oh," a pleased smile crawls up his handsome face, full lips curving up and oh that's a dangerous look, "Then who were you buying them for?" "Umm, well you know just in case, you never know..." She trails off, how the fuck is she supposed to tell him she's hoping to get laid at a party without sounding like a hoe, she's just horny okay, she has needs!

She can see he's struggling to hold back a laugh, "Well I'm glad you're practicing safe-sex I guess."

"I am," she says a bit too loudly and it's awkward for a moment before she shoots her shot because fuck it, "And you, are you buying those for you and your girlfriend?"

This time he really does laugh, a dark chuckle that sends tingles down her spine, "Nah, just in case." His eyes flash viridian and Mikasa stands nervously, this ridiculously hot boy following her, dusting off his knees. "Umm, what's your name?" "Eren, and you?" "Mikasa." "Pretty name," he tells her, hand reaching up to flick at her hair, tossing it over her shoulder playfully, "Well maybe I'll see you around Mikasa, I'll leave you to your shopping, I could see you were eyeing up the vibrators." She dies inside a little, waving at him meekly, he smirks "See you around Mikasa."

She might want to die, but she truly hopes he frequents this drug store often, she will camp out if necessary to find him again. He saunters down the aisle away from view and all Mikasa can do is think about the next time she'll see him. It's five minutes later, she sees him as he comes up behind her in the checkout line, smirking as he bumps into her. She stumbles a little, falling into his arms as his hands dart out to catch her waist. He looks down at her intense, hungry and she can feel her core heat at his touch, he's ridiculously hot.

"Careful, pretty girl," he whispers against her hair, close and she can smell his aftershave, he smells nice, clean, exactly like the kind of boy she wants to take home tonight. He takes his sweet time letting her go as he steadies her, hands caressing down her sides, a feel of her ass before he pulls away, grabbing some items from his fallen basket and placing them down ont he conveyor belt. He drops a pack of gum and some candy down innocently after her own items which are decidedly not as innocent. He fights back a smile as he notices not one but two packs of the condoms he suggested, and some lube, just in case. Mikasa wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole, the only escape from this hell.

"Two boxes I see, planning a busy night huh?" Mikasa isn't given the chance to defend herself as the cashier calls her forward and Mikasa follows her items up to the register.

She spends the majority of the transaction avoiding eye contact with the cashier and trying to come up with ways to slip this boy her number. Should she wait outside the door until he's done? Should she try to ask him out? Should she tell him he needs to take it a step further and show her how to use the condoms he'd reccomended. Oh god.

She's in her own world and the next thing she knows the cashier is tapping the debit machine in front of her to scan her card and great now she looks like an idiot in front of Eren, or as she's been thinking of him, Mr. Attractive.

She gives him one last look, an apology for even existing in his presence, he probably thinks she's a desperate loser.

Those green eyes say the opposite and he winks at her, waving her off and turning to the cashier.

"It's okay, I've got it, we'll probably be sharing her purchases later anyway," he appears behind her, a strong chest at her back as he leans around her to speak to the cashier, his other arm draping around her. "Ring the rest of my stuff through and I'll do one transaction."

Mikasa has to stop herself from screaming as the cashier looks at her for confirmation. All she can do is nod shyly at the cashier, numbly tucking her wallet back into her bag while the Eren's grin widens above her, crowding her closer to the counter, hand dipping down to her waist. She will thank god everyday she was hanging out in the condom aisle that night.

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Digital Art, Clip Studio Paint

January 25, 2022

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Butterflies erupt in her stomach as she marches down the stairs to apartment 2A, it's at the ned of the hall right next to the fire escape and Mikasa swallows nervously as she stands in front of it. The familiar cracked lines of the door bring her no comfort today and neither does the vague smell of weed on the other side, today she has something more serious to ask her dealer.

"Just go Mikasa," Sasha had pushed her out the door, telling her spice up their party tonight a little bit more whilst wiggling her expressive dark brows, firmly locking Mikasa out of their apartment until she came back with the goods. So now, here she stands outside her drug dealer's apartment with a fist full of cash about to ask for a little more than she usually does. Before she can stop herself she raps her knuckles on the door, three quick strikes that echo in the otherwise quiet hallway, their apartment building has a good reputation, not known for being loud which is funny when her drug dealer lives on the second floor.

She hears a groan and some moving around before the door opens up and she comes face to face with her dealer, who in his typical fashion slips through the entryway giving her just barely a glimpse into his apartment before the door slams shut.

She steps back, trying to remove herself from his personal space a little, she doesn't want to offend him before looking up, craning her neck just slightly to observe her dealer. Eren Yeager, quiet, unassuming, if it wasn't for his dark clothes and overall shiftiness she'd never know he was a drug dealer, but she knows now. He's goodlooking under his typical ball cap, hiding those intense green eyes of his and chiseled cheek bones, he's hot even, her drug dealer. But he also scares the shit out of her.

She'd met him through Connie, another neighbour of hers and Sasha's childhood friend, he'd reccomended Eren when Mikasa had first wanted to try pot, but wanted to do it safely, make sure nothing was laced in, no fentanyl, nothing sketchy, just a small joint for fun. Now, she was a regular, gummies, sativa, indica, all of it, it helped her sleep sometimes and Sasha was a little bit of a pothead so Eren had become a regular dealer. And despite Mikasa not actually using very many of the drugs she bought with him, she was always the one sent to his apartment, Sasha claiming he gave her discounts for being pretty. Mikasa denies this vehemently, their weed guy does not give her a discount because she's pretty!

.... but also their weed guy totally gives her a discount because she's pretty... she'd seen how much Connie and Sasha paid when they went to Eren by themselves and it was a fuck of a lot more than what she did, triple digits more.

So, not only is their weed guy hot, he also has a very obvious crush on her and once again absolutely scares the shit out of her. He's not the biggest guy around but he has an intimidating presence, standing in front of her now he seems massive, so much wider than her delicate frame, he could crush her in his arms if he really wanted. He makes her nervous, so very nervous and she's quiet as usual as she hands over her wad of cash.

Eren nods at her, "The usual Mika?"

Even his voice is dark, attractive, promising deliciously terrible things if she were to follow him into his apartment, he probably has a sex dungeon in there, but she's never seen more than a glimpse into his entryway.

She bobs her head up and down at him, yes and Eren disappears back into his apartment to get her stuff. She's stalling, trying to buy herself time, she has to ask, but she's so nervous.

Hard drugs, she has to ask for hard drugs today, from the scariest dealer she's ever seen. He's always wearing black and she's sure it's because he kicks the shit out of people that cross him on the regular, it's to hide the blood she's sure of it. He's probably into kneecappings and she's sure the impressive bulge she's seen in his basketball shorts once or twice is a gun, it couldn't be anything else.

Her breathing picks up as her panic sets in, she can hear Eren's footsetps heading back towards the door with her usual order and finally he reappears in the door way handing her a cute prepackaged little pink bag. Another thing Sasha and Connie definitely do not get when they buy drugs from him, she can only hope his crush on her will save her life when she asks what she's going to next. "Thanks," she whispers and Eren nods, looking her over strangely, "You good Mika, you look a little queasy." "I'm fine," her voice is high-pitched and unconvincing but Eren shrugs, leaning back against his door, looking her over. "So umm, what are you up to tonight?" "A party!" She says abruptly barely before Eren even finishes his sentence and his face falls under his ball cap, strong brows furrowing and mouth turning down. Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He knows they live in his building, she just excluded her drug dealer from their party, she just rubbed her plans in his face, fuck!

"Fun," Eren replies awkwardly, looking around, "Umm, I'll let you go then I guess, I don't want to keep you." "No, um actually I was just wondering if you well, I wanted to know," she struggles for a moment and Eren watches her intensely, hand coming up to fiddle with his ballcap, and fuck why is he so hot, why are his hands so big and strong?

"Yeah?" His voice is hopeful, excited and it doesn't compute until after that he probably wanted an invite to said party. "Iwaswonderingifyouhadanythingstronger?"

"What?"

Mikasa takes another deep breath, "Umm do you have anything stronger?" She gestures to her little bag of weed, bouncing it in her hand and Eren frowns, "Like a different strain? You want Sativa? I think maybe I gave you indica, let me look and I'll--" "No!" Eren looks at her funny, and Mikasa really struggles under the crushing weight of her dealer's gaze, how can he not understand how can she make it more clear? "Like umm, you know," she brings a finger up to her nose and inhaling aggressively, miming snorting a certain white substance that she desires, a very illegal white substance...

Eren breaks into a fit of laughter, "You want cocaine?"

"Shhhh!"

Eren is still laughing as he rather abruptly snags her around the waist and drags her back into his apartment and Mikasa thinks this is how she's going to die, her dealer is going to murder her for asking about the forbidden substance.

Eren is still laughing as he pulls back, shutting the door and Mikasa is left in a very regular looking apartment, white walls, a tidy kitchen, a rug under her feet, this is not the hom of the drug dealer she expected.

She pouts as Eren continues to laugh, doubled over, wheezing now and Mikasa is very upset. What is so funny about this? She needs the good stuff! Sasha wanted her to 'spice up' the party, telling her the drug dealer liked her, he'd for sure sell her something a bit more fun.

"What's so funny?" Mikasa snaps, despite knowing she should definitely not be talking back to the plug, she's in his apartment now, he could easily murder her now. "Mikasa," he finally looks up at her, tears in his eyes, "I'm a pre-med student, I don't sell hard drugs, I don't know what the hell gave you that idea, but i'm strictly a weed kinda guy." "Oh," she whispers softly, her cheeks warming rapidly as Eren stands up, still chuckling a bit to look her over. Her drug dealer suddenly isn't so scary anymore and she really doesn't know where she got this terrifying image of him? "I mean i'm glad you guys think I'm scary and all, wouldn't want anyone stiffing me my money, but like I sell weed on the side and only to friends, i don't have a full scale operation here." Mikasa is suddenly very embarassed, even more so as she recalls Connie cackling at her as she suggested he get the hard drugs from Eren, "Why don't you ask him Mikasa, see what he says," her friend had chuckled and now here she is, very embarassed.

"Oh," she whispers again and Eren shakes his head at her, "Yeah, did you think I was this big scary drug dealer the whole time, is that why you're always so quiet?" "Umm." That's exactly what she'd thought. Eren sighs, bringing a hand up to mess with his bun, tugging his ball-cap off and somehow he's even more attractive with his hair all messy.

"Ugh I'm gonna kill Connie the next time I see him, I can't believe you thought that." Mikasa shrugs helplessly, it was an accident, she's been creating this narrative for months now, "I'm sorry."

He shakes his head at her fondly, "It's fine don't worry about it Mika, but unfortunately for you I don't have any hard drugs, other than like some tylenol-3's I have in the cupboard if you really want, but that'll just knock you out."

"I think i'll be okay." He grins, "Then I'll walk you out." And like a gentleman and not a terrifying drug dealer he does just that, opening up the door for her and grinning as he watches her walk down the hall and to the elevator safely. But she stops herslef just before she gets on, looking back at the immensely attractive boy she's thought was a drug lord for the past few months with the biggest crush on her ever, she puts him out of his misery. "Hey Eren, I'd really love if you came to our party tonight, Apartment 6B," she dangles her pink bag of weed in her fingers, "Maybe you could help me light one up? I don't smoke much, I usually stick to gummies," she wiggles her eyebrows, "Maybe you could show me what shotgunning is?"