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blehbleehhhh · 5 years

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A Hero and His Heroine <3

idkwhatimdoingsometimes requests: Hi! I love your eremika fanfics and I was wondering if you could do like a comfort/fluff thing where they bandage each others wounds? You can put in smut if you like Love u❤️ thanks xxxxx

Thank you for being such a devoted reader! I love you too! 😍 ❤️ I’m so sorry that this took forever to writejjsidneidnosjfj .-. Their playful dialog is entirely inspired by conversations I have with my husband haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys the fluff and smut.

It truly didn't make much sense. Thunder rumbled around the squads patrolling on their steeds despite a clearly beautiful, early November morning sky that bore no clouds, and it got progressively louder as the soldiers were inundated with titans, kicking up rocks and debris that easily injure any puny human that happened to be nearby. The familiar sound of snapping trees was coming from so many directions, that nobody could easily discern one to focus on or even avoid - anything to get ahead of these assholes laying waste to humanity at any chance they can get. So, when an abnormal suddenly appeared, there was a fleeting thought in nearly everyone's mind that this titan is nothing more than bait to keep them concentrated to one area and not only make it much more difficult to flee but, most importantly, wipe them all out. Their best option is to fight as many as possible until there's an opportunity to get away on horseback - one after the other, soldiers took off from their horses' backs with plenty of gas and fresh blades to partake in the rightful slaughter, including a hero and his heroine.

The power couple expertly shredded through napes with precise, calculated movements learned from their heavily distinguished squad leader - one of them snarling under his breath because he's just as aggressive when destroying titans in his human form, while the other maintained an irritated expression despite being fairly good about keeping emotions in check during battle provided that her hero remained alive. But off to the west, Captain Levi spotted another wave of titans over the horizon, knocking down countless trees and causing more ground shaking, thunderous sounds. With an angry sigh he wiped blood from his forehead using the shoulder part of his jacket, slowly shaking his head as he prepared to activate the gas for his gear. "Retreat, brats! Find a horse and get the fuck out of here, now!" Whoever remained alive was soon on a frantic search for a horse that had managed to stay with the herd, then they were back where they started except this time they were pushing them forward with desperation - some people fighting off tears, some cursing like sailors, and some were completely focused as they struggled to remain calm in death's clutches. Luck was on their side, however, thanks to the now setting sun that allowed them to put enough of a distance from the titans that they could make it back with not nearly as many casualties as originally suspected, though everyone had some kind of injury ranging from flesh wounds to broken bones and dislocated joints, some people were even brought back to the barracks by an able body. Witnessing the brutal deaths of their comrades had left an unpleasant taste in people's mouths, the sound that comes from crunching of bones between a pair of destructive titan jaws isn't one you get accustomed to.

With the hero and his heroine once again safely locked away in Eren's bedroom, they can finally treat one another's wounds using the helpful warmth of candlelight and the full moon perched high in a sky filled with stars, shining through a window above where he sits on the desk's edge with his hands already roaming her body. From where she stands between his legs, it's easy for Mikasa to reach the deep cut on the left side of his forehead with a washcloth, to gently wipe off any caked on blood mixed with dirt, mud, and small rocks that had been flung into his flesh. But he's never exactly been one to make the process of getting his injuries treated a simple task since they started dating, after all, it's simply too easy for him to let his playful side come out, which is something they could both use after a day like today.

“Thank you for coming back to me."

"My pleasure, baby." Eren watched with a smirk as she reached behind him to rinse off the washcloth, very clearly ignoring his face though he knows she can see the way he's looking at her from the corner of her eye as he pulled up the back of her dirty uniform button up.

"Eren," Mikasa giggled when he immediately responded by grabbing her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze before slowly exploring the curves with his hands, pushing the edges of her shirt around to caress her skin. "Cut it outtt..." The young shifter chuckled at the sudden change in her voice that indicated to him her amusement with his playful actions, possibly because it's coming from the boy she's loved for as long as she can remember, who hasn't ever been like this until about two years ago.

"Can I kiss you now? This sucks." He smirked, lightly rubbing across the top of her belt as antibacterial cream was gently dotted on top of his wound. And as he studied her beautiful face, Eren realized that he could easily do this all day - mess with her, teasing her, anything as long as it's with his heroine. Oh, he knows how much she loves and appreciates this attention from him, something that has been long overdue, something they both get a lot of good from, finally acknowledging and freely sharing flirtatious urges with one another behind closed doors. Mikasa gently placed a bandage on his forehead as he unbuttoned her trousers to make it easier for himself to slip his hands down behind the material and grip onto her ass, because he knows how badly she wants him too since she's making it very clear how much she enjoys this, desperately fighting off a grin by biting down on her lower lip. "How about now?"

"You can survive another five minutes..."

"No, I honestly don't think I will," Eren laughed, a sound so rare that really only his girlfriend has the privilege of hearing often when they're alone together. "I've already forgotten how good of a kisser you are." The girl giggled as both of his hands slid up over her trousers to pop her ass over the fabric once, twice, then a third time, gripping onto her while she finished applying the bandage that is now mostly covered with his shaggy, brown hair.

"Why are you so obsessed with my ass?"

"Because your body is divine. Why are you so obsessed with the pronounced veins in my arms and my hands?"

"Because I think it's sexy!"

"Yeah, and, I think you're sexy! Let's just leave it at that."

"Stop..."

"Do you actually want me to stop? Or are you acting more adorable because you're bashful?"

"Oh, no, by all means continue being flirty. I love it when you're like this."

"I love you."

"Shut up, I love you more.." Mikasa smiled as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck and slowly leaned in to engage him in a sweet, loving smooch, allowing herself to be pulled closer into his solid form so he could deepen their kiss. With a small giggle she gently pulled back, only to be popped on the ass again in playful retaliation. "You can have more after we're done with treating each other's wounds, okay?"

"Oh, fine."

"Good boy."

"Good girls don't tell their boyfriend that they're a good boy, Mikasa."

"Did I miss that girlfriend meeting?" She grinned when he chuckled in response, reaching behind him to wring out the rag and carefully pressed it to a large slice on his shoulder, making him hiss from the sudden sting because some of it has dry clots of blood from when the bleeding eventually ceased, and it had been opened. "I'm so sorry Eren, I'm almost done with this one but it seems to have opened back up.."

"I forgive you. But only because you're cute."

"Bully."

"Woah! Bully?"

"Yes," Mikasa giggled as she looked up from his shoulder to meet his eyes, and he smirked when she leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips then back down at her task with a smile. "Bully."

"Why?"

"I don't know..."

"I mean, I certainly don't mind sitting here staring at you," Eren smiled and allowed his hands to slowly wander along her sides, then up beneath her shirt. "But I can't promise I'll be a good boy and keep my hands to myself." The girl grinned while doing that thing he adores where she bites her lip and pokes her tongue out just the slightest, something she has always done whenever she's trying to focus. Mikasa chuckled and looked up into his eyes once more after the bleeding finally stopped, studying those dreamy emeralds as she lovingly touched his face with her petite, lightly calloused hands.

"You're so handsome, Eren..."

"Hey, only I get to be flirty."

"Why's that I wonder?" Mikasa smiled and reached for the antibiotic ointment then gently spread a dollop of on his shoulder wound, his arms bringing her closer to where he sat on the edge of the table so he can hide his face in her chest. "Is it because you're the one blushing now from me talking about how hot and attractive you are?"

"Fuck off, I'm not blushing."

"Well, I mean, you are all bandaged up now so technically, if you really wanted to, I guess you could just toss me on the bed..." It was clear to him that she had tried to say this as plainly as possible and it made him laugh. When he finally looked up at her with his classic smirk, she was struggling to maintain her gaze down at the bandage she's gently pressing flat to his shoulder and fighting off a grin.

"That wasn't blatantly obvious."

"As I said, Eren, you are painfully attractive."

"Knock it off," He laughed and quickly caught the fresh rag tossed at his face, watching how she strips out of her dirty uniform top in such a slow manner that it became abundantly clear she was screwing with him. "I'm the one who's painfully attractive, huh? Look at you!" His finger was suddenly under her chin, gently making her to look into his eyes. "You're ridiculously gorgeous. It should be illegal." She smiled as she leaned in to plant a kiss on his warm, soft lips and pulled him off the table by the hands to make him sit on a chair instead, sweeping her arm over the table to gather the supplies closer to him so she can straddle her boyfriend's lap while getting her own wounds treated.

"Let's just get this over with. I'm so close to getting naked to let you take me."

"Oh? What did I do to deserve such a kindness?"

"Because now that I have you, you’re extremely irresistible." Mikasa smiled as he carefully pushed her silky, shoulder length hair to the side from root to tip, making it easier for himself to reach one of the scrapes on the side of her neck so he can gently clean it with a washcloth. She just settled into his lap, watching with a smile as he fought off an amused grin and slowly shook his head, gazing lovingly at his face because she knows exactly how to make him laugh, a sound that is music to her ears.

“Knock it off, baby."

"But I'm not even doing anything!"

"Yes, yes you are. You're doing that whole cute thing again and I don't appreciate how distracting it is."

"I don't appreciate all of these outlandish accusations."

"Well, what do you appreciate?"

"I appreciate you."

"That's who not what, smart ass." Eren smiled as he carefully cut excess bandage with a pair of scissors and set them down on the desk beside them, lightly pressing the bandage flat against the side of her neck with his fingertips. She reached a hand up to push hair away from his eyes and grinned as she cradled his cheek in her palm. "Look, it's just the facts, Miki. You truly are the most ravishing creature that I've ever seen."

"Will you hurry up..." With a somehow seductive giggle, Mikasa bit her lower lip as she studied his handsome face, lightly tracing his lips with her thumb. Finally, it's her turn to be a tease, and she has every intention of taking this golden opportunity to enact revenge. And so with the lightest touch, her fingertips traced along his fantastic abs as he gently cleaned the dirt from her cheek to prepare two slices for treatment. Almost immediately he felt butterflies from her touch and it made him smile as her fingers roamed lower to his belt before they trailed up to his pecs, an action that made him shudder and it pleased her greatly. "How many cuts do I have? I think I covered four or five on you."

"Maybe three. You're mostly bruised, Mika. But I haven't, you know, checked anywhere else, so."

"Did you want to?" That's when those eyes flickered up to meet hers with a smirk as he gently bumped their foreheads together, planting a rapid succession of kisses to her beautiful smile.

"I know what you're doing and I want you to stop it now."

"But you're doing it back!"

"Yeah, and?"

"You're just pissy that I'm hitting on you."

"Eh, guilty."

"Don't be silly, Eren."

"I fail to see myself quitting that or any of my other shenanigans anytime soon."

"You know, there's a part of me that likes how I'm the only one who gets to see you behave this way," Mikasa giggled as his lips curved up into a smile, and he shook his head, carefully applying antibiotic ointment to the two slices in her cheek. "It's kind of like I have this secret lover nobody knows about." He chuckled as he wiped excess ointment from his finger with the rag and set it in the bowl of water beside them, reaching for one of the two bandages that he's already prepared.

"That's because you do. We didn't even have to tell Armin, he figured that shit out on his own. Not that I'm at all surprised."

"You shouldn't be. He's always been pretty observant."

"Well, it doesn't help that he almost caught us sneaking out that one night." Eren grinned as he gently flattened each bandage on her cheek and carefully cradled the other in his hand, making her blush as she giggled just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"If someone could have just waited another ten seconds and kept his hands to himself..."

"Excuse the fuck out of me for finding my hot girlfriend so ridiculously hard to resist."

"You're excused..." Mikasa flashed a playful grin and wrapped her arms around his neck with his shoulder wound in mind, letting out a soft moan from the pleasant warmth of his lips being crashed against hers; tongues dancing together between kisses and frequently inside of her mouth as his hands slowly explored her body, squeezing and grabbing her ass, body presses flush against his. And then his hands began to tug down on her already loosened trousers, making her giggle excitedly into their kiss as she tore away his greatest addiction with the cutest smile that honestly made his heart skip a beat.

"Do you even realize how beautiful you are?" Eren smiled as he stood with her in his arms and slowly wandered to the oversized twin bed in the corner of his tiny room where he could carefully lay the girl on her back, leaning in immediately until their lips met. She just chuckled as she playfully tugged the belt loops of his trousers and was already aware of the blush tinting her skin from his affections when she slowly pulled her lips away. "Are you aware of how many guys drool over you?"

"No," The girl giggled as she slowly rubbed her nose alongside his and allowed her hand to roam across his toned, naked back. "Because your opinion is all that matters to me. I don't care what other guys think."

"You know, I honestly didn't think I'd ever get to do this again..." He breathed to her lips in his already husky voice and kissed them softly as she sunk her fingers into his hair, pressing her hand into his low back while they slowly grind their clothed sex's against one another. She sighed happily into his mouth as Eren tugged on her already loosened trousers and tore his lips away so he could pull them down her legs. "There were so many titans back there that I figured we were all screwed for sure."

"I think if the other squads hadn't been nearby to help we would have been killed."

"You know what else I wouldn't have the privilege of ever doing again if we'd been killed?" Eren smiled as he tugged down on her panties and tossed them on the growing pile in the corner of her room, watching her lust filled eyes as a grin teased her lips. He dropped onto his stomach and spread her legs so he could clearly see the glistening, pink skin between them. "Eat you out." She bit her lower lip to hide her amusement and watched his eyes as he leaned in to drag his tongue through the wetness, eliciting a pleasurable sigh from deep in her body. Once, twice, a third time he licked from bottom to her clit and planted a kiss on the sensitive bud with a smirk because she's already squirming. "Someone's a little excited."

"Again, babe, painfully attractive..."

"Hey." He smiled as he dove into her sweet spot, making her hand fly up to catch the moan bubbling up from her gut because he's using his tongue and his lips in tandem and it feels phenomenal. With a muffled, soft moan she shivered when she felt his hands on her stomach, one of his thumbs slowly rubbing across her smooth skin as he pressed her hips into the mattress.

"Ohhh.." Mikasa whimpered just loud enough for him to hear and smiled as his hand wandered up to squeeze one of her breasts, placing hers overtop so she can make him squeeze harder. "Oh, yes..." He sealed his lips around her clit and suckled as he focused his fingers on her nipple, gently squeezing the sensitive nub, an action that made her gasp softly as she reached down to sink her fingers into his hair. "ErenErenErennn!" She moaned as he quickly shook his head, effectively rubbing her clit with his lips because he knows exactly what she needs and how to touch her. With a highly erotic sound, Mikasa struggled in his arms, squirming and wiggling as she came hard, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her noises and gently tugged at his hair. He immediately returned to using his tongue and his lips, eagerly lapping at the accumulation of her sweet nectar from his ministrations, sending her over the edge all over again. Eren smirked inwardly as he wiggled his tongue over her clit and proudly listened to her whimpering, and she arched her back, releasing more of her wetness with a muffled cry into her hand. And then her body collapsed with a pleasurable sigh as he slowly kissed up an incredibly well defined stomach, the hand on her mouth sliding up into her sweaty hair to push it away from her face. Mikasa giggled, his lips slowly kissing up her chest as it quickly rises and falls. "You're so good at that.." He smirked against her skin as he buried his face in her neck, suckling on a spot that will easily be covered later with his scarf. Their scarf. She moaned softly and bit her lip as she reached between them to fumble with his trousers, pushing them down for him to finish the job by kicking them off until they landed on the floor, his mouth slowly pulling away from her neck so he can look into her eyes.

"I'm crazy about you."

"I know..." Mikasa grinned as he leaned in to kiss her inviting lips and placed her hand on his incredible abs to gently trace down until she could slip her hand beneath his boxers to gently touch the sensitive head of his cock, sending a mix between a muffled chuckle and a moan into her mouth. She pulled away slowly and trailed kisses down his chin until she could kiss his neck, easily one of his biggest weaknesses that always drives him wild. "Get on your back..." He smirked as he slipped a hand down between her legs to touch the wetness and to hear her moan and slid two of his fingers inside, thrusting them quickly, making her hips rise as she moaned helplessly just loud enough for him to hear.

"You're lucky that you're so hot or I wouldn't let you get away with bossing me around..." He smiled as she squirmed beneath him, whimpering and clawing at his broad shoulders until he suddenly removed his fingers before she had the chance to climax, making her body collapse on the bed.

"Because I don't remember any of that from

before you asked me out..."

"Now, you listen here, smart ass." Eren chuckled at the sound of her giggle as he leaned in to kiss her, more than happy to allow her to push down his boxers so he could shimmy out of them and kick them off the bed. She reached between them to stroke his length and smiled against his lips when he groaned as the head was guided through the wetness, slowly pulling away with a soft moan to gaze up into his eyes when he gently pushed himself inside of the tight heat.

"You're so hard.."

"You love that," He smirked at the sight of a grin teasing her lips as he began to move his hips which immediately put that grin on full display, her eyes rolling back and squeezing shut. "Don't you?" Mikasa hummed in response as she wrapped her legs around his back and brought them up until they were both moaning because he's reaching so much deeper, making him hang his head, thrusting into her faster than before. She smiled with a gasp and whimpered when her climax took over, squirming and clawing at the sheets as she opened her eyes to see his already watching her with an amused grin.

"Oohh, yes..."

"You feel so good, Miki -" But his girlfriend had reached up and cradled that handsome face in her hands to bring his lips down to hers, making him swallow the little moans constantly escaping her mouth because he's slamming into her so hard that she's already reached climax again. The sensation was so incredible that he just had to stop and enjoy the feeling of her contracting and releasing him, an action that's always made her squirm in the best way. Her kisses grew frantic as she wrapped her arms around his neck when he started slow and quickly gained pace again, making her whimper into their kiss as she pulled away. With a mutually dreamy, half lidded gaze they studied each other's eyes as her soft moans filled the air around them. "I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum!" He whispered breathlessly as she reciprocated his thrusts and moaned with her when he slammed into her, squirting his juices as far as he could possibly go, and he even managed to make her climax once more.

“Ooh, Eren, yes!”

"Fuck!" He chuckled and leaned in to plant a kiss on her smile as he slipped his hands beneath the pillow. "Good girl..." The raven grinned as he allowed his body to rest on top of hers and buried his face in the side of her neck while he catches his breath, letting out a small, pleasurable groan when he was pushed out. Eren trailed slow kisses up her neck and focused his lips on one of the many ticklish spots she has, making her giggle as she slipped her fingers up the back of his neck and into his soft hair, both aware of their racing hearts beating against the other’s chest and it was extremely comforting.

Because Eren is her hero, and Mikasa is his heroine.

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xiaomomowrites · 5 years

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Submission [oneshot]

100 prompts: submission Attack on Titan | Eremika Summary: "You woke me up to spar?" It definitely was not because he craved the proximity that he had been missing for the last day and a half. Nope. Eren Jeager absolutely did not want Mikasa to trap him in another compromising position that had him questioning everything he's ever believed about her and their relationship. But, you know, if it happens then it happens.

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“Ackerman, you’re up.”

The sound of the captain’s voice this early in the morning was enough to make Eren wish he was still in bed, sound asleep and oblivious to anything going on within a 50-foot radius. He had taken a five minute breather to nurse the ache on the left side of his torso, courtesy of a nicely aimed kick Sasha threw to take him down.

In addition to the training and experiments Eren's Titan underwent to learn how to crystalize, Levi was in charge of hand to hand combat training sessions. It was to ensure that he didn’t overuse his shifting abilities, ultimately leading to an inability to use it later, while making sure he stayed sharp. Squad Levi was definitely taking advantage of this down time they had, since it was not guaranteed that they would be free to be sitting ducks for very long. It also made more sense, Eren mused, and he suddenly felt foolish taking these hand-to-hand combat training sessions for granted back in their cadet days.

Today, however, marks the first time he was graced with the opportunity to spar against Mikasa, since the smiling titan incident had rendered her out of commission for a while (despite her protests). It was absurd, though, and Armin could agree, how willing she was to do this and how easily the corporal had agreed to let her in the ring just because she insisted she was feeling better already. Just the other day he had scolded her when she was busted for doing sit ups. Either he had that much faith in Mikasa, or he really thought that lowly of Eren’s skill.

“I really don’t think we should be doing this,” he stands up, the pain in his muscles still aching, though significantly less.

“Eren,” she looked at him seriously, “I’m fine.”

He was about to shut her argument down when the captain answered for her.

“Mikasa is the only one who’s skill can rival the other titan shifters; you need to learn from her,” Levi explains, unamused. Eren scowled; he was so biased. He looked back at her and she was expressionless as usual.

Their relationship had improved since escaping the last mission, and it showed the most in how Eren looked at her differently: gentler, maybe even affectionately, though he would never admit that out loud. Ever since she gave her little speech to him expressing her infinite gratitude, he realized that maybe he may have been starting to take her for granted. Before he knew it, he was on his feet punching a fucking titan, and being far more gentle with her in the days that followed.

Despite this newfound confusion, the boy did his best not to read too much into it. He essentially promised that they would be together, forever. It seemed like an appropriate response to her declaration of gratitude when the heat of the moment dictated it, but in retrospect he wondered what the rest of its implications held. What exactly did he mean by it? And what did it did mean to her?

She has been treating him the same as always, with her annoyingly protective Mikasa-ways. But it felt different to him, like there might have been this unspoken understanding between the two of them. Eren had never been so glad in his life that she just understood what he meant without having to verbalize anything.

When she pushes him into submission, his mind takes a dive into the deep end.

First of all, he didn’t even realize he was on the ground, pinned underneath her unrelenting hold. Not until he heard some snide remark from Connie about how quick that was and, subsequently, a snicker from Sasha on the sidelines.

Eren cursed a thousand times in his head as she increased the pressure on the arm pinned above his head. And before he could even register that his other hand was free, it was in her grasp as well. Both of his legs were held down neatly with one of hers. He felt the pressure of her other knee on his stomach and he sighed.

He was trapped; she won.

“Yield,” she commanded, and her soft yet demanding instruction sent a wave of chills down his spine. If he gave in now he would no doubt have to go another round against her, and she knew this. Of course, the mighty Mikasa seemed anything but interested in this, and his ego flared.

“No,” he squirmed, lamely attempting to throw her off of him somehow, until he realized that she had effectively immobilized him.

Eren’s gaze shifted to Armin, who’s sympathetic expression only made him feel worse. Levi, who seemed indifferent, also hid a look that might have told him he was proud of the younger Ackerman, though he had no idea why. Connie was holding in a laugh, while Sasha wasn’t even trying, and Jean just looked disgusted (admittedly, he welcomed this reaction the most).

He took a deep breath, as if that was all he needed to muster the strength to shove her off, but she barely budged. When the hell did she get this strong?

“Eren,” she scolded, increasing the pressure enough to elicit a frustrated grunt. “He’s going to make us go again, there’s no use in fighting.”

“No,” Levi cut in, “He needs to know what to do to get out of a situation like this; we’ve seen him fight Leonhart and Braun before. They always take the fight to the ground.”

“Fine,” she relented, and turned her attention back to the squirming boy beneath her. It was almost endearing, actually, he looked like a small puppy stuck under a couch the more he struggled. But she would never tell him that, lest she want his ego to deflate miserably and his temper to take its place.

But it was too late when she attempted to conceal a giggle, and it came out as a half-chuckle, bringing his attention back to her face.

Big mistake.

The cold, emotionless facade she held not two seconds ago was replaced with something soft as she bit her lip to keep from humiliating him. What she didn’t know was that this had evoked another emotion inside him, one that burned much hotter than embarrassment at his shortcomings in fighting her.

Eren stopped moving altogether when he realized he was suddenly aware of the details. He felt every inch of her body that was pressed up against him and then the battle became internal.

He wondered when she had gotten this strong, but more importantly when she had the curves to compliment her insane strength. The way she bit her bottom lip and held his gaze with those wide, innocent eyes made his breath hitch, and the fact that her face was so fucking close that her hair tickled the sides of his face stopped his heart altogether. Something about her was so paradoxically innocent and naive, yet tempting and almost sultry. He wondered if this is what she looked like in bed.

Nope.

He had to get out of here.

Determined, Eren attempted to weasel a leg out of her grasp. Mikasa, caught off guard from that brief moment of intimacy (if either of them dared to call it that), faltered for a second and unintentionally gave him the opening to free a leg. But before he could get any closer to escaping, however, she retaliated by swinging a leg over his torso to restrain him.

Panic took over him when he realized that he was physically powerless to stop her at this point. So he opted to take whatever coherency he had left in his mind to call out to her, his voice breathy, panicked, desperate:

“Mikasa, don’t-!”

As soon as she sat herself down and applied miscalculated pressure with her hips, her eyes widened and she gasped just loud enough to send him over the edge.

In an instant, his eyebrows met and his jaw tightened.

Whether she got the message or not didn’t matter, for it was enough to render her distracted. He successfully shoved her off to the side and stood up hastily, too fast for Mikasa to react. His back was against everyone else, eyes focused on the ground as he dusted off his clothes and tried his best to maintain composure. For all he could do now was hope to whatever gods were up there, watching, that nobody knew what was going on in his mind, and in his pants.

“I’m...done for today,” he grunted and stalked off.

Mikasa remained on the floor, her gaze shifting up to Levi, who she half-expected to scold Eren for leaving just like that. But the captain had an unreadable look on his face, as if he had understood something that nobody else did. And was he...trying not to laugh?

The young soldier cleared her throat and picked herself off the floor gracefully, ignoring the curious gazes as she dusted the dirt off her clothes in silence. Her whole body felt warm at the thought of Eren underneath her just moments ago. She pictured his eyes boring intensely into hers in such a compromising position, like he was trying to tell her something that she just couldn’t comprehend. The idea of him laying under her, under different circumstances, arms pinned down with a devilishly dark look on his face had admittedly crossed her mind once or twice before. But she never actually anticipated that the real thing would make her feel like this.

But the flustered girl took a deep breath in an attempt to expel the dirty thoughts. He must have been on the same page as her then, because why else would he storm off like that? Did he truly find the idea of her in that way, really that repulsive?

Much to everyone’s surprise, Levi had dismissed the group for the morning after that. He approached her coolly, still looking like he was trying to hide his amusement.

“Heichou-”

“Yeah, tell your boyfriend to keep it in his pants,” he tells her, almost expressionless, as he answers all her questions in one snide remark. Mikasa groans, but not before giving the captain a look of absolute mortification. Eren was definitely going to avoid her for a while.

Eren, predictable as he is, did attempt to avoid her for the rest of the day. There was no other way to deal with the fact that he's frustrated and embarrassed and needed time to think. It seems that every time he closed his eyes all he saw was her, so close, so warm, so inviting. And he was powerless to the primal thing inside of him that made the images more and more lewd as they came in higher frequency the more he tried to avoid her. He tried his best not to think of his best friend this way, it was so...wrong.

Or was it?

No, it was definitely wrong. If he gave into these thoughts he would be just as gross as the boys in the barracks with their dirty locker room talk that he was always forced to listen to in their cadet days. If he entertained these urges, he would never be able to look at Mikasa the same way again.

It was embarrassing, it was distracting, it was...so enticing.

The guilt was definitely intensified by the unsolicited ways he had imagined her in the same position, with significantly less clothing between them. He pictured her, clear as day, sitting atop him, hips straddled across his own. He pictured her eyes, vividly, half-lidded and clouded with lust. And this time when she said his name, soft and breathy, it was not to scold, but out of pure, carnal need and sheer pleasure-

"Fuck," he sighed.

Eren shook his head and turned the shower on to the coldest setting.

Try as he might though, given their situation, there was only so much avoiding the troubled boy could manage. He saw her again for dinner that night with the rest of the squad, Of course, the only seat open is the one next to her as it was part of some implicit principle that they always sat together. His fellow teammates watched as the tension in the room spiked as soon as he sat down beside her.

“Hey,” she greeted quietly.

“Mikasa,” He returned the greeting, but refused to make eye contact, for he was genuinely afraid that engaging in such an intimate act would elicit those thoughts again, and at the dinner table no less.

In theory, dinner could have gone just fine, if she didn’t reach across the table to hand Armin some salt. She brushed her whole left side against him unintentionally in handing Armin the salt shaker, and when she leaned over, her chest was inches from his face. Nevermind the fact that Mikasa always dressed so modestly, Eren’s raging hormones somehow managed to give him some sort of imaginary x-ray vision in the moment. Shortly after that, they both reached for napkins simultaneously. When her hand brushed his lightly enough to send tingles up his arm, he withdrew his hand and muttered a clumsy apology.

“Oi, Eren,” Connie’s voice broke his train of thought abruptly. “You’re not still mad at Mikasa, are you?”

Eren looked up to see everyone’s eyes on him, as if Connie was the only one brave enough to address the elephant in the room. He waited a moment, calculating his response, before shaking his head and casually taking another bite of food, “I wasn’t mad at her to begin with.” There, simple, easy, and he felt her relax a little beside him at his response.

“So we can make jokes then?” It was definitely not supposed to backfire like this.

“Come on, let’s not make jokes about him,” Sasha countered, but then she turned to the boy in question, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Eren must already feel embarrassed from getting his ass handed to him by Mikasa today.”

“Oh, shit!” her partner in crime reached over and praised her crass teasing with a high five. “Yeah, from the looks of it earlier, looks like we know who wears the pants.”

Armin’s face contorted into some sort of guilty expression, like he wanted to put an end to this. But he understood that there was no need to start anything, especially when those two weren’t intentionally trying to upset Eren and Mikasa with their naturally vulgar humor.

“Oh, please, we already know Mikasa’s such a top.”

“Sasha!” Jean scolded from across the table, face turning red.

“What?” she looks at him, “not like it matters to you! It’s Eren who-”

“Okay!” Armin speaks up once he sensed the impending implosion his best friends were nearing.

Mikasa glanced over at Eren, who had been uncharacteristically silent though this whole thing and looked like he was about to choke on his food at this point. She hesitated for a moment, but in an attempt to ease his mind and make him feel a little less ganged up on, she rested a hand gently on his thigh. Her touch was comforting at first, until he remembered the reason behind this whole mess in the first place was her damned touch.

Eren froze, and she wondered if maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do after all. It was odd, the feeling of something like betrayal crawling up in her chest. It was an unspoken thing between them, these lingering touches and intense moments of eye contact in which each party understood everything they needed to know just from a prolonged glance. Except now he looked even more uncomfortable, so Mikasa felt panic surge through her.

When the titan shifter set his own hand on top of hers for a moment, she thought maybe she overreacted. But then he sighed, and removed her hand from his leg with a simple, “I’m fine,” and she felt like her heart sink fifty meters into her stomach.

“Excuse me,” he mumbles, a few bites left on his plate as he mysteriously walks off again. It wasn’t long before Sasha was asking for his plate.

The next day really wasn’t that much better. Eren had kept himself busy asking Levi for pointless chores to continue on his quest to avoid the problem.

But then the separation anxiety gets the best of him, and he decides maybe to just steer into the skid. It was that exact impulsive thought that landed him at her door at one in the morning, asking her to spar with him again. He needs to get better, he concludes; maybe if he can just learn to beat her, then that should eliminate the need to be embarrassed in front of everyone again.

It definitely was not because he craved the proximity that he had been missing for the last day and a half. Nope. Eren Jeager absolutely did not want Mikasa to trap him in another compromising position that had him questioning everything he’s ever believed about her and their relationship.

But, you know, if it happens then it happens.

“You woke me up to spar.” It was half an inquiry, half a statement, confusion dripping with the question. She seemed annoyed, he thinks, but it was probably just from being woken up. “I’m not even dressed for this, Eren.”

His attention is suddenly brought to the fact that the girl before him was indeed looking a little immodest, only wearing a loose-fitting white sleep shirt and shorts that just barely showed underneath the hem of the shirt. Whatever support her usual bra gave was gone, seeing as these sleep undergarments were designed for comfort, not working out. Eren swallowed thickly, now aware of how dry his mouth was.

“It’s fine, you look fine,” he chokes out quickly, and she’s about to protest about how this wasn’t about how she looked, but he cut her off first with a, “please? I need to get better. I feel...more comfortable when it’s just you.”

But when he realizes the implications of this request, he started stuttering a correction, “I mean, you know, without everyone else watching me make a fool out of myself.”

“Nobody thinks that.”

“I’m pretty sure Jean thinks that.”

Mikasa sighed, assuming her fighting stance. “Fine. Hands up.”

At first Eren was successful in avoiding her takedowns. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line of avoiding irritating her injury even more and the fighting the scandalous thoughts that were harassing his sanity, his determination ultimately lost to the distractions. He eventually finds himself incapacitated yet again. Although, maybe he didn’t mind so much this time.

"How…ugh…" he whines underneath her. He looks up at the sky, just past her dark eyes, sifting through plans A-Z as to how he can make this predicament less frustrating. It just seemed to get more and more difficult each time he tried to fix it.

Then an urge bubbles inside him again, and he couldn’t help feeling so curious and craving that eye contact he missed so much. Helpless to his own doings, Eren relents and initiates eye contact, wondering when she ever had this strong of a hold on him.

To his surprise, Mikasa looks down at him coldly, because maybe she's also a little mad that he's been acting up with no explanation.

"You leave too many openings," she answers simply.

"How is this even fair, you watch me spar other people so you can study my style. Of course I'm predictable to you."

She looks puzzled, "So, you don't watch me?"

Oh, Eren thought, how naive of a question. But at least it confirmed that she was oblivious to the way he has been looking at her lately.

She shakes her head nonchalantly, dropping the question, and he's glad that her lack of emotion and physical distance (despite being on him) is keeping this from getting really awkward. Perhaps there was hope for him after all. ”Annie studied you too, that’s why she had the upper hand.” Eren winced at the bluntess of the statement, and at the fact that she was opening that old wound up again. “Look for an opening and take me down before I get you first. If you insist that I find you predictable, then change it up."

"Well...you're too good at this,” he tells her before he can think about it.

She blushes a little, caught off guard because she half expected him to jump on the defense, and he can't help but smile. The funny feeling in his stomach returns.

"Again," she stands up and offers him a hand, and for some reason that is what sparks something in him: her compassion perhaps. The fact that she’s always willing to help him and is there for him no matter how impatient and irritable he can get. That he was confident that even at one in the morning he could wake her up and she would- maybe after protesting a little- ultimately give him what he needed (at this thought turned dirty, Eren huffs in annoyance).

Mikasa really was his ride or die.

It really didn’t help that she was so fucking enticing either, and she honestly didn’t even have to try. Though he would never admit it to anyone else (even himself), Eren believed Mikasa was a pretty girl when they were younger. But then all these distractions came along in his adolescence and he had been completely oblivious to the firm grasp that puberty had on her until, well, today.

The realization hits him hard, slaps him in the face, and he almost wasn't ready when she came at him again.

The second time around, Eren actually manages to take her down...but the moment of victory was cut short when he realizes how she looks underneath him. He has never seen her like this before. He's seen her vulnerable, of course, in battle, but never in this light: at night under the stars. It was just the two of them and no looming threat close by, so that they had the luxury to simply be immersed in some intimacy for once.

She was just looking up at him, displaying this kind of voluntary weakness, some sort of unspoken submission, just for him.

Eren's mind goes wild once more. He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of all the details again, especially since she wasn’t wearing her usual layers of uniform. He understood what she meant by she wasn’t dressed for this, seeing as this thin, flimsy sleep shirt was barely a barrier between them. He felt the way her chest curved nicely underneath his own, and how toned her torso was beneath that. His pants rode up a little, allowing him to feel how soft her legs were where those damn shorts exposed her.

The young soldier was completely slack, beneath him, but she wasn’t frozen in panic quite like he was. His figure towered over hers as he sat there, just drinking in the sight beneath him. He honestly expected her to push him off, chew him out for being such a pervert, and never speak to him again. What he didn’t expect was for her to blink a couple times and lick her lips before his name escaped her in such a way that drove him absolutely mad.

Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.

When he feels the blood rushing down south at an alarming speed, Eren makes the attempt to flee. But then her eyes darkened and it's like her fighter instinct flickered on once more. Before he can remove himself from the situation, he finds himself under her once again (how the hell did she move that fast anyway?).

She maintained eye contact and an expression that was completely unreadable and almost...predatory. Not that he wasn’t used to her being so indecipherable, and he had certainly seen this unforgiving, predative look on her face before in battle. But it was never directed towards him.

And shit, this was scary. And if he was going to be honest, he really couldn't tell if she was gazing at him with violent or lustful intent.

Mikasa was seated dangerously close to his lower half, and the way her thighs just seemed to fit nicely around his midsection was making it increasingly difficult to think rationally. Her hands, he expected to be as calloused as his, but they were soft against his wrists. He briefly wondered how they would feel on less innocent parts of his body, if she ran those smooth hands down his chest, his abs, his…

Would it really be the worst thing in the world to reach up and just kiss her? Nobody would know.

He squirmed under her, hoping to any of the gods above that she couldn't feel him, again. Where did that thought even come from?? With each passing moment that silence enveloped them, Eren grew frustrated in anticipation. There was a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to be enhanced by the moonlight, and although he found himself entranced, it was still inconclusive.

He broke eye contact, turning his head away in an attempt to regain the composure that he felt slipping away way too quickly. She gives him a moment, then turns his attention back to her with a gentle finger to redirect his chin towards her.

Eren felt his chest ready to explode and his pulse quicken dangerously. His heart was suddenly in his throat and his stomach was somewhere in ass. The anticipation of what she was going to do next was going to be the death of him, he thought. It really wasn't like Mikasa at all to be this bold and forward; was she actually going to...make a move? Come to think of it, he actually had no idea how she behaved when it came to these things.

His questions were finally answered though when she looks down at him darkly and says, as aloof as ever, "never let your guard down."

Suddenly he's mad.

Suddenly she isn't on him anymore, discarded to the side, confused and dazed at his erratic behavior. Suddenly he's trying to catch his breath, irritated, angry, confused, hurt.

He cannot possibly be the only one who feels something else from this, especially with how she was looking at him just three seconds ago!

He runs his hands down his face, trying to calm down. Mikasa doesn't say anything- and her ambiguous silence is driving him absolutely nuts. Maybe steering into the skid was a terrible idea after all.

The walk back to the rooms was awkward and agonizing, and the fight between Eren’s rationality and raging hormones was at a high. He watches as she prepares to disappear into her own room and his mind flashes through a hundred different ways this next conversation could play out- none of which would be possible if he didn’t take action. Not to mention having to deal with this painfully annoying arousal that would more than likely keep him up all night. So he pulls her into his room instead at the last second, pushing her against the door and locking it behind her quickly. His hands are on either side of her and hers reflexively landed on his chest.

It was a completely impulsive decision, but there was no turning back now.

He gives her a once over and Mikasa finds herself utterly flustered at how intensely and hungrily he was looking at her. He presses closer, unsure of what his goal or endgame even was, he just wanted to be close, closer. He craved her touch, and at this very moment he wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over his best friend and feel her skin on his. Whatever rational reasoning that previously told him this was a terrible and inappropriate idea was making its way to jump out the window. The closer he pushed, the more magnetic she felt.

"Mikasa…" he all but purrs, and he could have sworn she blushed profusely in the darkness. "do you have any idea…” he fished around for words, but the whole situation seemed to render him frustratingly incoherent.

“What are you…” the words seemed to die out on her tongue.

When he looked up to meet her piercing gaze, Eren’s deepest fears from the last two days came true: he was instantly lost in the sea of emotions that her eyes held. And suddenly his mind was off, imagining her in the most lewd, titillating ways.

Eren rests his forehead gently against hers, her scent making his mind race faster as he realized he was probably overstepping a hundred boundaries at this point and crossing over into a whole new territory neither of them ever knew existed. Glancing down at her lips was the second mistake of the night, for the way she bit her bottom lip in anticipation nearly sent him over the edge. He was so close to giving in to these stupid, stupid urges, the only thing stopping him was the lack of reciprocation.

Mikasa doesn't push him away, but he can feel how tense she is: her breathing was hitched, jaw clenched, hands keeping him a set distance from getting any closer. She seemed entranced by him, like she wanted to know what he was going to say and do next, but it didn’t seem like she was going to let him.

He notices these little details; she's upset.

"Why are you frowning?" He deadpans. She softens, and one hand instinctively goes up to his nape, stroking his hair lightly, affectionately. He sighs, comforted by her touch, and she smiles gently at his submission.

"You've been very confusing lately," then she cuts right to the chase. "I know why you were upset yesterday."

Eren’s eyes snap back up to hers as he pulls away, cheeks growing warm. "Are you serious?"

She shifts the tone to catch and redirect his inner turmoil, her voice now just as breathy and needy as his. "You can talk to me, Eren. You can tell me anything," she was looking right into his eyes, taking him apart little by little. Did she even know what she was doing to him? But then she asked him something he was not at all expecting.

“Do you really find me that repulsive?”

“What?” it was his turn to be confused. Had he not made it crystal clear in the last five minutes that he wanted her, pretty badly?

“You’ve stormed off twice now,” is all she said and suddenly it made sense why she was so confused and upset.

“No, god no, Mikasa,” his answer came quickly, almost desperate, like he was scared he would say the wrong thing and all of this would just go away. “You've been on my mind all damn day. I just...I didn’t know how...I thought you were…”

"You could have talked to me,” she offered, almost bashful as they danced around the real issue.

"I-! I wasn't gonna...that was embarrassing, Mikasa!"

She seemed to understand, but she wasn’t going to let him win. Taking a deep breath, she tugged at the hem of his shirt until he was pressed flush against her (and oh, she could feel him again). Eren gasps, his face falls onto her shoulder and a low groan escaped him before he could stop it.

"Same thing," she breathes, feeling her face grow warm at his proximity.

"No," is all he can muster at this point as he slowly became aware that she was actually the one in control. Whether or not she was falling apart inside as much as he was, she hadn't made it obvious, and she got him to talk. He swallows and wills himself to explain in the least amount of words possible. "everyone was watching before."

"They didn't know," she countered easily. Eren watches as her eyes flicker to his own lips and he wonders if that was his go signal.

"Stop being so difficult," he growls. Whatever rebuttal she was planning to throw at him was forgotten when he pulls her in and finally kisses her, a final attempt to let her know exactly how he's been feeling in the last couple days.

Mikasa’s lips were soft and warm and her hold on him was so gentle. It was nothing like the intimidating demeanor she displayed in forcing him to yield in battle. Yet, it brought him to submit anyway, wondering briefly how he managed to keep from giving into her like this. But Eren was a vindictive little shit, and after getting a taste of what he had been missing out on, he wanted more.

He leads her off the door and onto his bed, and studies how flustered she looks. It occurs to him that maybe he wasn't the only one frazzled and heated over all of this. So a sense of personal victory surges through him and manifests itself in some newfound confidence as he closes the distance between them once more.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan fanfiction #aot #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #eremika #eremika fanfiction #Eren Jaeger #Mikasa Ackerman #eren x mikasa #mikasa x eren #ao3

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alltheworldsinmyhead · 7 years

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OUR FUTURE WILL BE A BRIGHT ONE.

eremika soulmates through time modern au

(ff. net/ ao3)

(he’s just about to catch her when she falls, slips through his fingers in a heartbeat, in a fraction of a second in-between breath; painfully calm and painfully beautiful, even after she is no more. Always one before her time, just as he’s always late to say things he should’ve said, late to see what he had standing in front of his very own eyes.

she’s always chasing after him and he always remains out of her reach in his last minutes; she never gets to stand by his side and she never gets to say a proper goodbye, as he rushes towards his death like he rushes for everything else – carelessly and eagerly, head-on. Leaving her behind. )

CHAPTER ONE: COUP DE FOUDRE

COUP DE FOUNDRE ( noun.)

FRENCH, literally: lightning strike, it can be applied to falling in love at first sight, fast and violently

at last, hello, you’ve opened your eyes

but why won’t you even look at me, what’s wrong?

you angrily tell me I’m late

well, I’m sorry, but I ran the fastest I can

my heart got here before my body could even make it

- RADWIMPS - Zen Zen Zense

….

Like everyone else, they meet by accident; pass each other on a crowded street, on Friday evening, with sky dark and cold chilling them to the bone. And at first, they don’t even realize what has just happened, because books promised something different, parents warned them of something else. They both expected a violent phenomenon that would rip them into pieces; a lightning strike through her veins, thunderstorms inside his head, heavy rain in the moment when they would share the same air.

Instead, this brown haired boy passes her and Mikasa feels summer evening in early July; setting sun caressing her skin as she sits on the wooden porch of her grandparents’ house, the smell of honeysuckle in the air, strawberry seeds between her teeth and crickets singing on the meadows.

Instead, this raven-haired girl passes him and Eren feels spring morning; waking up at sunrise with birds chirping cheerfully outside, old willow tree in his backyard sprouting fresh green leaves, the cold bite of the shower and a whole new, untainted day yet to be lived spread in front of him.

It’s not painful. It does not hurt. But it hits nevertheless, all those feeling both alien and familiar. The pair of them makes a few more steps before stopping in their respective tracks; she shivers, he gasps.

It feels- it feels as if they suddenly have two beating fast hearts instead of one, two hearts trashing in one ribcage.

When they turn around to look at each other, they do it like people on the streets, when they feel a delicious smell of pastries from bakery’s open door; with cheeks flushed and awe and amazement in their eyes wide open, with fresh snow making a strange squeaking sound underneath their boots.

And then they lock eyes; the girl with a long braid of dark hair meticulously pinned around her head and the boy with a red scarf wrapped carelessly around his neck. And every movie, every song, every romance movie turns out to be right, because as green meets gray, people around them stop half-movement, snowflakes halt frozen on their way to the ground, the time itself seems to have forgotten how to fly.

It’s not easy, sharing a soul with someone – said their elders.- This pain of the first meeting of your destined is not the last one.

But Mikasa doesn’t feel any pain as she’s looking into those green, green eyes, oh dear god how, they are so green, she dreamed him, dreamed about him and his eyes, how could’ve she forgotten?

And all Eren can think of is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, each part of her so beautiful, each movement graceful, the simple surprised arch of her eyebrows exquisite; this diamond of a woman that he feels he already knows better than he knows himself.

It all comes back to them in a flow of emotions, of sensations; the dreams, the longing, this phantom presence they felt all their lives without realizing that.

In the middle of a snowstorm, two hands reach for each other simultaneously, fingers brushing –

And that’s when the lightning strikes.

…

I missed you, I missed you, I missed you so bad

So that’s what they meant by pain.- hazily thinks Mikasa, dazed, lost in the ocean of green. Sadness and happiness hit her like a tsunami wave, flooding her, pushing the air from her lungs. The ache of separation, of how could I live my life without you for all those years, for I cannot imagine not touching you now that I had – mixed up with the pure, unfiltered happiness as he entwines his fingers with hers. Mikasa gasps, basking in this warmth, overwhelmed with the feeling of contentment incomparable to anything she has ever felt. At the back of her mind, she wonders why she’s not ashamed of her reactions; why she doesn’t try to hide her amazement, be more composed. But why would she do that? The current of his emotions flows through her veins like a blood, she feels the buzzing underneath his skin. He’s bolder than her, more curious; while she’s content with standing still and looking at him, his fingers travel upwards, caressing her palm, her wrist, leaving a trail of blazing fire on her skin. It’s not even warm anymore, she feels hot inside as if she was burning alive.

She wonders if she should worry about that.

Eren can’t stop touching her. She has small, pale hands, nails meticulously manicured, silver ring on the little finger of her left hand. His fingers trail along the blue-greenish veins of her naked wrists; the tips of her fingers are red and somewhere, in the most down to earth part of his brain, he thinks they should both were goddamn gloves in this weather.

But why should he wear gloves, when it’s so hot, he’s almost boiling?

She’s silently standing in front of him and he still thinks she’ll disappear any second now, even though he keeps a firm grip both on both of her hands. He worries that the storm will take her away, that the snow will erase her footprints; that she’ll be gone and he’ll be all alone once again. And this thought hurts him, hurts him deep to the bone and so, before he can even think about it, his hands lock around her wrists.

It’s all new and so incredibly fresh, this bond between them burning white and pulsing like an open wound but she must’ve sensed his discomfort from the way he grabbed her, because her expression turns from awe-struck to soothing; she gently wraps her fingers around his wrists, her thumb circling on his skin - the caress that almost stops his heart’s beating altogether.

“What’s your name?” he asks and he almost doesn’t recognize his own voice; it’s raspy and desperate and he nearly laughs at the irony of a situation. He’d know her anywhere, blind and deaf and lost and still, he knows nothing about her at all.

“Mikasa” she answers, so quietly that the wind nearly steals her voice away before it can reach his ears. “My name is Mikasa.”

Mi-ka-sa

“My name is Eren.” there’s a laughter in this introduction, lightness and less strain than before. “Guess I finally found you, huh?”

She can only laugh back at that. Laugh, because while the tension between them turns so unbearable that she’s half a second away from letting go of his hands, she somehow wants to move closer. Because she wants to feel his arms wrapped around her waist, wants to bury her fingers in his shaggy mop of brown hair, wants to lean up so that the tips of their noses would touch. Laugh, because she has never felt so light, so alive and she knows for an undeniable fact that it’s all new to him too.

His smile is fond. Gentle is the way he slowly, carefully, unwinds her fingers from around her wrists, but they both hiss in pain and the sudden loss of contact. The burning warmth is replaced by biting cold and all in them screams to not let go.

They know the standard procedure of the first meeting - there is more than one and it’s all up to them. Sometimes destined couples give in to the pull straight away, deciding that they have a whole life for talking and disappearing from work and social life for days until they emerge with hair messed up and hearts full, so in love it hurts to look at them. Sometimes they make an effort to take things slow, gradually; get to know each other on a detailed level, untangle the tangled-up net of emotions, resist the temptation of just touching in order to sort out how they fit in each other’s lives first. And sometimes they just try to completely brush it off, discard the bond given to them so effortlessly and try to play pretend that that’s a normal relationship; go to dates and chill out in larger groups before they take this one big final step.

Neither of those options feels right to Mikasa and Eren; she has already completely abandoned any notion of exchanging numbers and going home as if nothing happened. He, on the other hand, can’t deal with the itch in his bones, pull that urges him forward to touch her just one more time. All of him is pushing him closer to Mikasa, but then he glances at her; at her shining gray opals for eyes, and the shade of rose painted on her cheeks by the frost.

He doesn’t want to fuck it up.

Not now, not with this girl. He can’t bear the thought of simply leaving, not now that he finally found her, but if she wants to leave and brush it under the rug, he won’t stop her.

( Carla’s voice rings clear in his ears oh my boy, this urge to put this person before yourself - you’d think that’s something good, but it is why it all ends badly more often than not.)

Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to want to go either; she opens her mouth as if to say something and the abruptly closes it, crimson flooding her face as she tears her gaze from his face to stare at her shoes. Curiously, Eren probes the string of emotions between them; and as Mikasa’s feelings echo back to him, he almost jumps out of his skin. It’s fuzzy and undefined, but undeniable at the same time – need burns inside her, need and happiness, and a healthy dose of fear, and – yes. She’s just as reluctant as he is to let go. He resists the urge to fist pump in a triumph.

She shivers as the cold wind blows right in her face and for a moment he is transfixed by the way the loose streaks of her hair dance around her face, and then, just as he’s about to propose to find some place warm, she blurts out:

“ My apartment is near.”

Her face twists into a horrified expression and he fights himself so as not to laugh. Because, no matter all the grace and elegance she possesses, she is just incredibly cute like that; stumbling on her feet and flustered, so new to all of this. However, she seems so incredibly irritated with herself, that he concludes that she must act differently in normal circumstances, far more stoic and composed. If that’s so, they’ll make quite a pair.

His stomach makes a somersault at that though and he can’t help but grin.

He leans down so that their faces are at the same level and moves closer; the sting of heat returns with the force twice as great as before as he brushes the stray hair from her face.

“ Can I come over, then?” he asks quietly, voice warm and rich as honey.

She nods, wordlessly, drunk in his touch, struggling to pull herself together.

His grin turns into a smile and before she can notice, he unwraps the scarf from his neck and loops it around hers.

“ I know you said it’s near, but you look terribly cold.” he says by the world of explaining, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck and blushing under her surprised gaze.

And so, she just has to smile at that.

#eremika #eremika fanfic #snk #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman

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fengreyfront · 7 years

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‘Touch’ Reflections - p.1

Hello. Here’s the commentary as stated in the author’s note in the final part of Touch. If you have not yet read the update, please do so first before reading this because there are spoilers - and please do leave a review on your way out as well, if it’s not too much trouble. [FF.net | AO3]

There’s a lot here that my brain needed to vomit out because I’ve thought of this fic every single damn day since I started it (11 months almost), so it’s very much on my mind, still. I needed a place to explain stuff, and to get these final thoughts out, and honestly, to vent, before I jump ship. So, I’ve split it into two posts, because it’s kind of long and I’m sure some people don’t care too much to read about what’s in part 2 (it’ll be writing tips, and venting).

Here in part 1, I explain my mentality when writing the characters to give some context, and also in the hopes that it might be able to help other writers to begin to think in such a way, if they seek to characterize similarly. I also just give you a run down of the epilogue I was going to write (which I will not be writing).

So, let’s discuss:

Eremika Character Study in Touch (Characterization decisions, and stuff about Teh Sex, you pervs)

Epilogue Summary

Follow Up One-Shot Summary

Eremika Character Study in Touch

Eren:

Wasn’t easy getting into Eren’s head from a romantic perspective, because we have no data/experiences canonically to go off of. So, I built this fic around wanting to delve into how he might actually handle this kind of situation.

I’d like to bring up this review here that sort of disagreed with my interpretation of him, to point out why I wrote him how I did:

I agree wholeheartedly that Eren is brash and doesn’t think things through before acting. But, the entire focus of the fic is to show how he is forced to veer from that way of thinking. It’s about him discovering a new side of himself, and having to go through complicated “uncharted territory”. The uncharted territory is really everything that is new to him in this fic - the situation with Mikasa, him having to discover what he wants after everything is over (I’m pretending chapter 88 never happened, or an antidote has been discovered, ssshh), him experiencing completely new feelings, etc.

I believe that Eren acts without thinking things through because he instantly makes a snap decision about them, and then acts on that initial reaction. That’s why in part 1, he pushed and pushed and pushed Mikasa into spitting out a confession-because he didn’t think beyond the shallow goal of ‘I want her to say what she’s hiding because she looks upset and I feel bad’.

But after she kisses him, Eren does not have a clear cut “YES/NO” initial reaction, and therefore has nothing to act in response to. He was confused. He didn’t have an immediate response, yet his body told him he wanted to kiss her more; he wants to focus solely on his mission, yet he keeps dreaming about having a future with her. It’s not easy stuff to grapple with.

I think it’s also important to note that, it is easy to act without thinking when anger is your driving force. For example, the sole goal he has built his life around is driven by this anger. A titan killed his mom. Titans impede humanity’s freedom. Titans = bad. He is angry about these things. Therefore, titans must be destroyed. Pretty straightforward.

But here, we have Mikasa, someone he cares deeply about - someone who is his family, someone who has stood by him through thick and thin, and someone who almost died for him, in the context of this fic. Their connection is special. What he has with her, he has with no one else.

Naturally, when someone you care this deeply about essentially tells you they’re in love with you, and you’ve never ONCE had thought that way about them, or even had a clue they felt that way about you… things can get complicated. For the first time, he finds himself in a situation where he can’t necessarily act without thinking, because he actually cares about her, and his answer will affect their relationship in the long term. It’s delicate.

So, his personality trait of acting on a snap decision collides with his caring for Mikasa, which collides with his confusion about thinking of her in more than platonic ways, which collides with him not wanting to ruin things, which collides with him wanting to focus on titans, which collides with his inability to work properly, etc. There’s just a lot of internal conflict going on for Eren, and that is why he acts the way he does in this fic. He is stumped, until he isn’t.

Mikasa

I wrote her as selfless as I believe her to be, canonically. She places her love for Eren, and her relationship with him - even if platonic - above all else, which is why she is so quick to descend into self-loathing at revealing her feelings. She fears she has lost him, so she is okay with swallowing her pride and shoving away her dreams of marital bliss with him, and is almost desperate to revert to how things were. But, goodness, even she is human, and having the person you’re in love with be so fickle, and ignore you, then give you attention, then be unable to give you a straight answer when you simply ask “yo is it cool if we stay in each other’s lives like before ‘cuz you’re important to me?” Well. I imagine that gets to a person.

During part 4, we see her selflessness come into play for the first half pre-sexytime. She kind of just lets all that tension go because he seems cray cray, so she puts him first. And then I thought, it’s kind of a relief to her that he’s alright with going to her for such things. She starts to think things are getting back to normal - that he’s alright with touching her and changing her bandages, and confiding in her, like old times.

And then he shows his guilt, which she hates, because she blames herself for everything of course, and suddenly he’s going “yea well sorry I can’t forget about that thing u did and things actually can’t go back to normal >:|”, so of course she gets confused and insecure because the dude seems totally off his rocker.

But then he tries to make out with her?! Like wtf Eren. And of course she’s been in love with him for a decade now, so she can’t help herself, because the love of her life essentially just served himself to her on a silver platter - but she backs away and kind of catches herself and rejects it because she believes that it’s too good to be true T____T. She believes he’s acting purely out of guilt and obligation, because despite being a loudmouth, Eren is extremely pure of heart. She believes he’s confusing his general caring for her with that guilt, and wanting to make up for it by just telling her what she wants to hear - which he of course shuts down by showing her that he desires her. Through the touchings.

Aaaand, that’s a nice segue - let’s delve a little more into my character study of them with our favorite topic, because let’s face it, you’re all pervs :)

Teh Sex. (some crass talk here...)

[...] touch conveyed all that he could not say. Touch was the language they both understood best, ‘I want you’, ‘I need you’, ‘I trust you’, and ‘this is for you, only you’, told in kisses and skin on skin and shared, drunken gazes.

This is the point of this fic. This is why they haves the sex.

You see, it’s easy to write sex between two people. It’s a pretty straightforward biological process - you can read a lot of erotica, watch some porn to get a visual idea of it, and then practice writing until you write sexy sex, and it’ll probably come out nice.

But, just writing sexy sex was not my goal here, as I just stated. I wanted this to be Eremika-specifc sex. I wanted the way they led into/have sex to demonstrate their personalities as well.

Before blocking out how they were going to do it, I knew I wanted to have this moment right before it, and this was very important to me - I wanted Eren to realize he was in love with her, right after she almost ripped his dick off.

Because it says, so much on both ends - and I think I was explicit about this in the fic. It shows Mikasa’s personality - well-meaning, yet sometimes takes things a little too far. It show’s Eren’s personality - acting out immediately, then getting tripped up when faced with a deluge of feelings, yet again.

And then it also shows the extent of his love for her. He does not love being physical with just anyone, he loves the act because he loves the person he is with, so much that he appreciates near-dismemberment because it’s such a her-specific thing to have happen.

Fear of having your dick ripped off during sex isn’t a normal thing - nor is realizing you’re in love with the person that nearly initiated the ripping off of said dick. This moment is extremely unique to them.

Here are some other moments where I wanted their personalities to shine - pardon my crass and graphic manner of speech for the next few bullet points:

Eren, being incapable of verbalizing his feels, communicates them to her by kissing her to death (which ends up being quite persuasive, as we later see)

Mikasa being an extremely quick learner, and a natural. In… everything. After Eren schools her in, “Oh. This is what happens to a penis when X, Y and Z occurs,” she brushes off the nerves and dives head first, and applies this knowledge right away, expertly. This, plus her general eagerness to please Eren, is why she begins to dry hump him, why she is always reaching for his dick after the fact, how she is able to learn how to ride him like a pro very quickly.

When Mikasa tries to grab Eren’s dick after they dry hump, he kind of bats her away and takes the lead. It’s him trying to be alpha, for once - but not out of insecurity. Rather, he wants to show his gratitude in a big way, so he goes down on her. AAAYYYY! THANK YOU EREN. LORD KNOWS MIKASA ACKERMAN DESERVES THIS. AND HE MADE HER ORGASM. SHE DESERVES IT FOR EVERYTHING SHE HAS DONE FOR THIS DWEEB. GET. IT. GURL. In this moment, and when they are actually having sex, you see Eren’s ego and pride showing every time he does something right, and it makes him want to impress and show off and please more. Though he is heavily invested in pleasing her because he loves her, her positive reactions are also kind of a compliment. Every moan is like a, “Yo, nice job! Keep up the good work!”, and being able to give her an orgasm is like someone threw him a congratulations party because dudes typically cannot do that LOL - especially right off the bat (I was going to reference that he heard this through bunker talk, but wound up not doing so). It’s also a testament to how good he is at reading her, and how well he knows her, too, since he listens keenly and observes her reactions and learns from those.

Mikasa ended up on top, because, duh. She’s Mikasa. While Eren initiated, she was the one to lead the way and push - she is the one that escalated things further each time. She took the initiative to do so. And Eren - having grown from his smol “ROAR I WANNA BE THE LEADER” phase, and being in love with this woman - is more than okay with her taking the lead. Acceptance is such a huge theme in this fic, and everything in this part is basically him being like, “I’m gonna show my woman how amazing I think she is,” and, “Yeah. My woman is amazing and outshines me in every way. I’m just gonna go on ahead and let her be amazing.”

I remember quite fondly that an anon once asked “when Mikasa would ride Eren into the sunset.” Well, she did, my friend. She did. Which is why I put in details that probably went unnoticed - that the force of her hips when she was in control was basically so powerful that the mattress was curving under him with each thrust (almost like she was trying to imprint his ass into the mattress), and the bed frame was arockin’ with how hard she was riding him.

And you know. Eren taking control at the end and her being okay with it and just going along with it. They’re just super in sync and communicative without saying anything.

And side note - Um. I know there was that whole debacle with Grisha’s diq and Eren’s potentially inherited “endowment”, but idk man. Perhaps length wise he’s not a stunner, but in my mind, and in this fic, he’s a girth guy, hence why Mikasa struggled bit. Okay, listen, don’t judge me, one inevitably thinks of such details when trying to figure out a sex scene over the span of several months you don’t know how much I’ve thought of everything good lord

Anyways - coming back out of this vulgar talk, I know I upped the fluff factor there towards the end. Because I honestly think that’s how they could be, once the ice was broken - once they realized that there was a more pleasant and light dimension to being open and honest with one another, and being able to experience something so special with one another.

I was weary about the ending being too cute - nervous about making Mikasa smile or laugh, but the more I thought of it, the more okay I was with the idea, because, dude she just had sex with Eren Jaeger, guy she has loved since she was a wee little lass, and he is giving her affection and attention and also an orgasm!!!! Of course she’d be over the moon. If there was anything that would be able to make that girl who is normally deadpan begin to tell jokes and smile, it is certainly these things.

Epilogue Summary

I will not be writing it, so here is the summary:

The next day, Eren and Mikasa are having breakfast with Armin, who is giving both of them the eye. They act normal and are essentially back to their old selves, though they both look super sleep deprived. Armin of course throws in a clever line of questioning that makes them both sweat. Even though they evade his questions, Armin passes this specific mug of tea over to Mikasa and tells her to drink it, and Eren asks what it is. Armin doesn’t give a straight answer- gives a shitty excuse and says it’s just to celebrate them making up, specifying it’s for Mikasa only, and Eren asks why he can’t have any, and Armin doesn’t explain, and they get into a cute back and forth (Armin basically telling Eren he was a bitch to Mikasa - in different words of course), but then Eren tries to drink some anyways and Armin’s like “NOOO” and all panicky, then Eren’s like “wtf”. And Armin gets really, really serious and just firmly insists Mikasa drink it.

So, Eren and Mikasa get silent, and Mikasa obeys. While she is drinking, Armin finally says something very quietly, along the lines of, “Mikasa should take it because I’m not ready to be an uncle yet”, causing her to choke on her drink, and causing Eren to shit himself (not literally). Armin implies that the tea is essentially plan b (an idea borrowed from a z.utara fic-“The Sparrowkeet Series” if you’re a fan of the ship, it’s highly recommended-where some sort of tea had this effect), at which Eren and Mikasa turn red and die forever about because 1) Armin knows; 2) they wonder who else knows; 3) Oh my god Armin knows. He mentions that Sasha had told him about them. Armin had actually assumed they were fighting/talking things over/nothing sexy was going down, though Sasha implied there were sexy things happening. Armin did not believe it, so he came by to check on them, and heard moaning, and immediately turned away.

There was going to be more to it, but I never finished thinking it over, since I decided just not to add it on. But there ya go.

Did you really think I would let them have unprotected sex (who knows how many more times after she got him some bread) without thinking of the consequences? Of course I had to think about these things - Mikasa can’t go off getting preg when there’s so much at stake.

Follow Up One-Shot Summary

A reader expressed disappointment that Eren did not say “I love you.”

I wrote this fic knowing that I did not want him to utter the words “I love you”. The entire point of the fic was to show that these words could be communicated through action, and would be understood by both without having to be said. Again - my whole take on Eren is that he has to do this whole new mushy feelings thing in baby steps. Being able to admit these things to himself and show them is huge. He’s an action guy, more than a flowery words guy.

That being said, I originally had planned to write an off-shoot one-shot to follow up the fic. It was going to be super smutty (and knowing me, probably ridiculously long). The plot was centered around Eren finally saying “I love you”, and the weird way it happens. Per above, he’s an action dude. So him SAYING sappy stuff is HUGE. I thought exploring why he felt compelled to say the words, how/why it happened, and making that situation believable, would be interesting to write about. I also wanted to try my hand at writing some lighter stuff, so it was gonna be more comical than dramatic (though I am the number one lover of angst, do not get me wrong).

However, I won’t be writing this anymore, so here is the summary (somewhat M-rated) - He and Mikasa are basically at it like bunnies all the time (typically what happens when you’re freshly in a relationship with the love of your life) and he finds himself distracted because he can’t stop wanting to do stuff with her. So he avoids her for a while, but doesn’t want to talk about it. Then, tired of the same old shit again, Mikasa confronts him about it by dragging him into a closet and pulling his pants down and giving him some amazing head (first time she will have done that, but obvs she’s brilliant at it because she’s Mikasa). Post-BJ, while she is awkwardly drinking water and still sort of annoyed with him for being distant, he stares at her and has this drawn out thought process and suddenly blurts it.

And then more stuff happens. I didn’t get that far in my thought process.

And yeah. That’s it. Part 2 will be up next week.

#touch #eremika

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First half of 2021 in review

I was keeping a 5-year daily diary but I couldn't even commit to such a thing. So, while it's somewhat fresh, I'll try to recall the first five months of 2021.

January

I was on leave from work and used the time to look for another job. I was hired on the spot then. I remember feeling scared and thinking it might be too good to be true. It's May as I write this, and I don't have regrets. I think I would have really kicked myself if I turned down this opportunity.

I remember despairing over being asked to stay at home to mother my sister's children. I remember being overcome with the fear of becoming a mother myself. I think this is the first time I realized I might not want to have children after all.

I was also starting my art collection at this time. I bought several investment paintings in this month. At that time, it was a good idea, but lately I've been thinking of why my bank account never got to more impressive numbers. I have to remind myself it's because I've put it all in "investments". Hopefully I did the right thing and those paintings will give me good returns years from now.

I started watching Attack on Titan. It then became the object of my obsession for the next few months.

February

I tendered my resignation the previous month, so I served by 30-day notice this month. I was surprised my boss was so gracious about it. It was a very gracious exit, honestly. I'm glad. This was a happy month.

I don't remember how we celebrated Valentine's. I'm sorry to my boyfriend. This was unmemorable. :( We probably fought which is why I don't remember? I tend to forget those things. Hopefully next year's better.

I recall feeling wistful about leaving my firm, even if before resigning, all I could think about was leaving. Even if I didn't like some moments, even if I suffered a lot and got stressed a lot, I really enjoyed work because of my friends. Also, it was so great to learn from respectable people in the profession. I feel grateful for ever being hired by the firm and being entrusted to do the gargantuan firm work. I'm glad I also convinced myself to apply in the first place, even if a voice inside had nagged me for trying before. I proved her wrong, didn't I?

I sold a painting and made some money for the first time. I thought I was going to have steady sales after February and be inspired to sell after my first sale.. but alas, laziness overcame. Or maybe just life happened. Or both.

March

I started my new job. The learning curve was challenging. I just started but I had a backlog already because my boss wants to amp up our productivity. I also had to get used to the change of scenery. My previous job was in a very posh side of the metro, while my new one is located in "the gates of hell" as Dan Brown described it.

Chapter 138 of Attack on Titan was released this month. I became a certified "Eremika" lol. I was so obsessed!! I even made a Twitter account and joined the fandom. I re-read the manga in anticipation of the final chapter.

In the middle of the month, the metro was placed on lockdown because of rising COVID-19 cases. Whatever tempo I was picking up from work was destroyed because of this.

April

This is my lazy oaf era. For my new job, I was required to take a medical checkup and I was diagnosed as underweight. I think after April that diagnosis is now completely wrong. I spent this month just lounging around the house because the office was closed. I got fat and I didn't care. In hindsight, that was so bad and reckless of me. I'm in my late twenties, for Pete's sake.

Final chapter of Attack on Titan was released. I no longer remember how it felt, I remember waiting anxiously to read it. Trying my best to avoid spoilers and all. I also recall crying about the ending lol.

I started reading Tokyo Ghoul after AOT ended. Man, I think I love it more than AOT now. There's really not much to say about April.

May

I finally got vaccinated with the first dose.

I developed a crush on Sui Ishida for his talent, voice, and cheeky sense of humor. I imagine he's something like Kaneki in that he's a voracious reader without being uncool. So maybe to be precise, I have a crush on an imaginary Sui Ishida. Ah, I'm such a girl.

Reporting back to work and finally have new work assignments. But, I've yet to really get back in the groove.

I've decided to lose weight. Slowly trying to exercise at home to lose the weight I've gained.

I've decided I want to take LL.M. by next year. I've set my eyes on Kyushu University. So I might also try to learn some Hiragana and Katakana in the next few months.

I took a psychiatric exam and it says there, I'm good at following instructions and at persevering. It also says I get aggressive when it comes to inter-personal relations, I can stand to fight for my causes, and I'm a strong person determined to attain my goals. LOL. I don't know if I should work on that aggressive thing. I probably should; it sounds like I'm a social justice warrior lol.

That's it for now! This is actually strangely a soothing process. Until December!

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Why I dislike Attack on Titan Chapter 139

Before you put the EreHisu's-hate-Chapter139-because-EreMika-is-Canon stamp on me... Yes. The EreMika Ship is also a point why I don't like the ending, but not the main reason. What excites me most about this chapter is the fact that Eren just gave up. Eren was always someone who fought for his freedom. Of course, friends and family were also important to him. But fighting for his freedom was actually what Eren was all about. I was able to empathize with him from the start. His birthday is the day before mine. So it's probably because of that. But in the end I couldn't do it anymore. He... What did he actually do? Nothing really, except to follow a predetermined plan and kill his...own mother in the process. My own mother is very important to me and I could always understand Eren that he was so angry about her death. Only now does it come out that he killed her? - Ouch! Basically, in the last chapter there was a complete upheaval in Eren's character. Let's come to Ymir. And I mean Ymir Fritz and not Freckles-Ymir. We saw her being treated like shit as a slave by the king and he just see her as a weapon. You got the feeling that she still thinks that she has to serve the king and then Eren's words make it clear to her: "You are free!" Nobody subdues you anymore, you are no longer a victim, I will free you from your pain now. But this scene had zero impact when we consider that Ymir actually only needed Mikasa to tell her to let go of her love King Fritz...to free her.... First of all, I think it's bad that Ymir should have loved this disgust. The way he treated her, it was a very one-sided relationship and yes. I hate it when women are attached to a guy, when he is just exploit them. Just triggers from my own past. Because I had to or have to suffer from such a relationship. It makes halfway sense that she needed Mikasa to let go, but it would have made more sense to me, if she had suffered from being a slave instead of Stockholm Syndrome. And now to Mikasa. Mikasa was actually always my favorite female character from Attack on Titan. My first fanfiction was a RivaMika. But it bothers me extremely that she cannot live without Eren. Actually, I thought the kissing scene was pretty good, because I thought: she's finally breaking away from him and moving forward. Now we get to see the true, independent Mikasa. But I was disappointed. According to Armin, she still can't live without him and probably won't find another man. And that's how Mikasa has always act and been: I only live for Eren! - There is no character development with her and I think that's a shame. Mikasa gets stuck in her groats and does not move forward. She remains the mistress who would do anything for her beloved Eren. And yes. I would have preferred EreHisu as an endgame. Historia had a great character development and is now an independent strong woman and certainly a great mother too. I also find myself in her character, which is certainly due to the fact that she and Eren have the same personality. Given how they interacted with each other all along, they would have been a lot more logical couple. And it would have been nice to see a strong independent woman next to Eren. It would have been a much healthier relationship too. But no. It seems that the Attack on Titan editors are really all EreMika fans, like most of the AOT Comunity, and that's why it still had to be EreMika in the end. Most people seem to love unhealthy relationships, because it's sooo romantic. *puking* This also applies to a certain SauSaku ship. But let's get back to Eren. Didn't he realize that Floch was a little war fanatic? I mean, he never made a secret of his ambitions. Why didn't he think people would fight anyway? That’s obvious. Apart from that, the hatred of paradise will not have fizzled out and then it will be: one against 200. Especially because his little crying attack because of Mikasa still contributed to his character crippling. I would have liked it if he had stayed calm and let her go instead of being such a selfish fucktard. That would have suited

Eren better than that. In principle, the manga teaches us the following: "It is not worth fighting for your rights." and "Men prefer submissive women over independent and strong women." Yeah! Nice message.... ~Thank you for reading~

#snk chapter 139 #aot chapter 139

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Submission [Oneshot]

100 Prompts: Submission Attack on Titan | Eremika

Summary: Eren scowled. He would rather get eaten by a fat, ugly four meter class titan than have the entire 104th trainee squad know what was going on in his mind, and in his pants.

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Eren cursed a thousand times under his breath. Mikasa pushed him into submission for the third time this training session. She bent his arm over his head and rested her entire weight onto him, looking him dead in the eyes. She used every inch of her body from her head to her hips (or so, Eren claimed) to restrict any movement.

"Yield." she commanded. Her soft, yet husky voice sent chills down his spine as her hair tickled his face. Her face was merely centimeters from his, and her eyes were cold. She almost seemed bored with their little skirmish. But that was another story.

His eyes shifted to Armin, who's sympathetic countenance told Eren to just give up before he embarrassed himself even more. He looked at Levi who was seemingly indifferent and unsurprised that Jaeger was taken down by the top student from their group yet again. Jean had a disgusted look on his face, and he looked just about ready to jump in there and pull the girl off. To the right, Connie and Sasha were laughing at Eren's clearly distressed state. Really, he looked so anxious.

He wondered when she got this strong.

He always took pride in being the strong one to protect her. He would carry her across rivers to keep that pretty dress of hers dry and clean. He opened cans and bottles for her when she would help his mother cook. He gave her piggy back rides around town when the family would go out. Then, slowly, she became notably stronger than the average girl. She always brought home more wood than he did (much to his mother's delight). Those town bullies made sure to let the entire Shiganshina know Mikasa Ackerman was a beast inside a little girls' body. He wondered when she built the strength to take him down like this.

He wondered when she got this talented.

She always watched him go about doing chores for his mother. She would marvel with great interest about the things he could do that she couldn't. He always seemed to know what he was doing, and she would enjoy just watching him explore their small world. He wondered when she learned how to take an opponent down as easily as this.

He wondered when puberty decided to attack her next.

Last time Eren checked, Mikasa was that small, fragile girl he had rescued. Her long hair concealed some of her face. The dress and scarf she wore always kept her tiny body warm. He wondered when she grew these curves he could so easily feel through their clothing, and the firm layer of muscle that challenged his.

"Eren," her eyebrows met. His focused returned to the girl on top of him. She looked so determined, so focused. He wondered briefly if she was this dominant in bed.

He cursed again, audibly this time, as he felt a familiar throbbing sensation down past his abdomen.

He tried shifting his pelvis to the side, in fear of her finding out. He scowled. He would rather get eaten by a fat, ugly four meter class titan than have the entire 104th trainee squad know what was going on in his mind, and in his pants.

She scowled at his stubbornness.

Why couldn't he just submit?

"Eren." she scolded again sharply and swung her leg over him to hold him down.

"Mikasa, don't-"

As soon as she sat herself down and applied pressure with her hips her eyes widened and her face flushed red.

"Fuck."

In an instant, his eyebrows met and his teeth gritted. He shoved her off to the side and stood up hastily, too fast for Mikasa to react. Eren dusted himself off, eyes focused on the ground as he felt his cheeks get warmer by the second. He muttered a few curses under his breath as his feet began to take him back towards the barracks without permission.

"Jaeger, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Levi snapped. The boy ignored his captain's protests and crude threats, and continued walking towards the building.

Mikasa remained on the floor, not quite sure what just happened. She watched him storm off angrily, afraid to assume she knew exactly why he had lost his composure. Once Eren was out of sight, everyone's eyes turned to her, and she looked up at them, just as confused.

The young soldier cleared her throat and picked herself up off the floor gracefully, brushing the dirt off of her uniform. She kept her head down, her mouth tucked into her scarf. Her whole body felt warm, especially at her ears. She felt an unfamiliar tingling around her lower half, that shot up through her whole body at the thought of him underneath her.

She remembered his eyes boring intensely into hers as he wriggled from beneath her. Her ears only felt warmer at the thought.

The flustered girl shook her head, in hopes that the dirty thoughts would go away. The thought of him laying under her, arms pinned down, had crossed her mind once or twice before. Granted, they'd be under different circumstances, but she never actually anticipated that it would make her feel like that.

She briefly wondered why he had stormed off so angrily though. Was the thought of her in that way really that repulsive?

As Levi dismissed the soldiers for the day, he didn't forget to approach Mikasa, poker faced, and told her, "Tell your boyfriend to keep it in his pants during training."

Mikasa choked on her spit in response.

For the rest of the day, Eren's mind was plagued with images of his best friend in ways he had never imagined before. Mikasa's soft skin, her hot breath, the way her entire body was pressed up against his. Whenever he would close his eyes, he would just see her on top of him, her face so close to his.

He groaned as his pants began to feel a little tight again, unable to shove the thoughts out of his head.

So, of course, the Titan boy's solution was to avoid her for as long as he needed to stop thinking about her in such inappropriate ways. Fortunately, the avoiding her part was easy. But the more he tried to push away the dirty thoughts, the more they came back to hit him in the face like a loaded spring. In addition, the more vivid the images got and the more frequent they came.

It was irritating, how it slowed him down for the rest of the day, as Eren's mind would often wander during the tasks he tried to busy himself with.

He imagined her in the same position, hips straddled across him, arms pinning him down. He clearly pictured her eyes, half-lidded and clouded with lust. He fantasized Mikasa saying his name, breathy like she usually does, as she moves her hips against him.

"Fucking hell," Eren swears, unconcerned with who heard him grumbling to himself in the hallway.

Later at dinner, the atmosphere was full of tension. His fellow soldiers watched as he flinched when Mikasa sat beside him.

"Hey," she greeted quietly. He refused to make eye contact, for he was afraid that engaging in such an intimate act would just elicit those thoughts again.

"Mikasa," he returned the greeting, accepting that there was no way out of this one. If he just got up and left, it would raise suspicion and also probably make her feel like shit. Both of those things did not seem appealing at all.

In theory, dinner could have gone just fine, if she didn't reach across the table to hand Armin the salt, brushing her whole left side against him. Shortly after that, they had both reached for napkins at the same time. Her hand brushed his lightly, enough to send tingles up his arm. He withdrew his hand quickly and muttered a clumsy apology.

If that wasn't bad enough, as soon as Connie sat down to join the group, he decided to berate Eren for his display of weakness earlier today with a crass, "Oi, Eren, how's your ass feeling after getting kicked by Mikasa again?"

Eren growled under his breath at being reminded that everyone knew of the incident, as if it wasn't already plaguing his mind. Armin was studying his best friend, looking for a way to comfort him.

"It's not that bad, Eren," the third musketeer tried, "it was just a dumb sparring match."

When the person in question just nodded lamely, Armin turned to the third member of their trio. Normally she would be trying to comfort Eren as well, but for some reason she remained quiet. And was she…blushing?

"I guess we know who wears the pants," Sasha laughed, reaching up to give Connie a high-five with an obnoxious snigger.

At her comment, the last thread that was holding Eren's sanity together snapped. He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her outside.

"Oi, Jaeger, we were just joking…" they call out as they watch him leave with her.

His steps were quick, taking a few turns around some corridors. She fell behind a few steps as the angry titan shifter dragged her along, and when he finally stopped abruptly, Mikasa almost ran into him. He turned around and stepped dangerously close to her. She swallowed hard; she had never quite seen him this aggressive with her.

"You think it's funny?" he growls. "You laughing like everyone else?"

She wonders for a moment if he's referring to the fact that she did in fact hand him his ass today at training in front of all their friends, or the other unfortunate event that transpired shortly after. Then she remembered how he had never thrown a fit like this before just from losing to her in a sparring match, so it must be the other thing.

The young soldier cleared her throat, and when she met his piercing gaze, Eren's deepest fears from today came true: he was instantly lost in the sea of emotions that her eyes held, and suddenly his mind was off, yet again, imagining her in the most lewd, titillating ways.

"No, Eren." She states firmly, trying to keep her cool. "I wasn't laughing."

Eren took few steps towards her, and she realizes she was backed into a wall. He planted his hands on either side of her, as he felt the familiar sensation in his lower half again at the sight of her trapped between his firm body and the wall.

"Do you have any idea…" he trailed off, her scent making his mind go wild as he pressed closer. "You've been on my mind all damn day, Mikasa."

"Eren…" she managed to murmer, hot and breathy, driving him closer and closer to madness.

His hands closed into fists against the wall and he broke eye contact to bury his head into her neck, feeling her tense up immensely.

"Why don't you push me away?" He asks into her ear as he realizes he might have been overstepping hundreds of lines and boundaries at this point.

Instead , she gently snakes her hand around to the back of his neck, presses her hips against his own (oh, and she feels it again) and tells him, "I know why you were upset this morning."

Eren's eyes snapped back up to hers as his cheeks grew warm. "Are you serious?"

She swallowed a laugh. "Yeah."

This time it was her turn to yield. With a snarl, he closed the distance and kissed her with both passion and gentleness, speaking volumes of his embarrassment and his burning desire to be with her. Mikasa whimpered softly at his force and when she submits to him and circles her arms around his neck, he loses it.

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