Artwork is not mine but is used with author's permission. See: blog/view/sellechu
Preface: This is simply a collection of one-shots focusing on Eren and Mikasa (though I may write other couples if requested or happen upon an idea I'd like to write). I assume you are here for the same reason I am writing and posting such content: because you want MikEren/EM/EreKasa (however tf you want to abbreviate it) action. 😉 So, don't try bringing any 'big-brain' thinking to it (while I hypocritically and somewhat ironically fail to do so).
If it matters to you, headcanon for post S4/comic content is that Eren survives, without Titan shifter abilities nor the "Curse of Ymir" and that most of the negative opinions/actions of/by him (a la war crimes and the like) are reduced, diminished, or otherwise righted - for reasons too lengthy to describe here. A partial consequence of this is that Eren relaxes a fair bit and is not as single-minded as he has been, resulting in less dysfunction with his friendships/relationship. I will be following these assumptions for this anthology. You can assume these take place after this time frame, and if not, I will preface or give context clues.
I will also give any relevant trigger warnings specific to each chapter as a foreword.
A calm morning dew drips down bright green grass along the shoreline. Sun rays break over the sea's horizon, bringing bright contrast between the blues of the sea and the greens of the isolated grass plateaus beside the coast.
Mikasa wakes first, drawing in a slow breath of fresh air morning air slightly tinged by the ocean spray. Bright white clouds fade to light golden puffs at the edges of her view. She stretches silently.
A quiet moment passes as her mind collects itself from a night's sleep. Her hand rustles past the medium blanket and grabs the red scarf neatly folded on top of the mini camper table beside her bed. The fabric brushes against her nose as she folds it over her exposed neck and face not covered by the blanket. A deep breath filters out much of the salty taste to the air, bringing the familiar warm comfort of its fibers to her nose, tickling her brain.
Another silent moment passes as she takes comfort in the stillness and the pleasant comfort of her scarf.
Eren rustles around under his covers in the bed adjacent to hers in a sleepy nascent haze. He comes to a rest facing her, eyes closed, arms folded comfortably to his chest under the blanket. Mikasa turns to look at him, beaming at him in a familiar, admiring gaze. Her eyes float over his dark hair, resting on his eye lids and seeing the especial, lively sea-colored eyes under them without the need for them to be open. Her eyes belie a wandering mind, moments of closeness passing through her mind from the years passed.
Her hand broaches from the warmth of the blanket. She hesitates as her hand hovers in the cool air between them, the view of his hair obscured by her outreached fingers.
Eren's eyes flash open. Their eyes meet at an uncertain moment in her own mind.
She hides behind her scarf, "Good morning."
Eren smiles back, holding back a gentle laugh at her awkward reach. His arm snakes out from his comfortable pocket and grabs her hand. Mikasa's head further retreats behind her red scarf. Eren's grin widens, "Good morning." Her eyes just barely peak back at him over the confines of the scarf.
His grasp around her hand solidifies, pulling it towards him. In a brief moment her arm is fully extended, her fingers barely touching the confines of his cot. His pull continues, awkwardly stretching her arm into an open, if somewhat awkwardly emphatic invitation.
Eren, recognizing she isn't quite catching on, shoots out his other arm and leans forward towards her. His hand flicks away her blanket, exposing her to the cool open air of the sheltered plateau. She squirms as the cool air washes away the warm bubble of her cot. Eren persists, patting the scarf down to her and wraps a hand around her far shoulder and another around her waist and begins pulling her into his cot over the small gap between the beds.
Mikasa jumps the gap in a hurried rush to get back to a warm spot absent the cool winds blowing in from the nearby sea. Eren quickly subsumes her under the blanket, pressing his body against hers to resecure the warm, comfortable bubble that initially greeted their wakefulness. Mikasa adjusts the scarf over her face to keep her neck and most of her face covered as her eyes timidly dart to his.
Eren's fingers slowly clip over the top of the scarf and pull it down, but not enough to see the warm blush on her face. His shoulders shake the cot mildly as he diligently unfurls enough of the scarf to wrap around her neck and face, allowing her the continued privacy of its familiar fibers. His fingers complete their task, his arms retract to re-seal the cover of the blanket over their heads.
A serene moment passes as the two beam back at one another under the muted morning sunlight.
His fingers creep over her side, his arm beginning to wrap around her back to her waist. A firm pull closes the already minor gap between them, barely recouping the limited space of the one-person cot as they continue their radiant eye contact on their sides.
Her eyes momentarily break contact as she looks down, as if watching her legs unfold slightly, one leg parting his legs and hooking back around to secure herself to him. Eren tips his head forward, gingerly pressing his forehead to hers.
Mikasa blinks, a wide smile hidden behind the cloth he wrapped around her. Their eyes reform a cohesive line to one another.
Another quiet moment passes between the two of them, neither moving as they simply enjoy the moment.
Eventually, Eren moves first.
His head hinges downward, closing the distance between their lips to a gentle kiss through the scarf. Mikasa's blood swells up in her cheeks again, feeling as if even the thick scarf will melt away under the radiance of her blush. Her head withdraws reflexively, but she quickly catches herself. Eren holds himself still for a moment, until he feels her hand writhe its way up between them. Slowly, trying to bide enough time to keep hiding behind her scarf before her fingers wrap over the top of it. She pulls the fabric down, hoping her blush faded enough to not be noticeable as the fabric exposes her face to the warm cocoon between the couple.
She returns the affectionate kiss with one of her own, graciously pressing her soft lips to his now that the scarf is pulled away. She tosses her arm over his back as she deepens the returning kiss, her eyes closing to enjoy the feelings. The warmth of his face suddenly bumps up against her as she feels his body shift, pushing her over to her back and centering her on the cot. His legs press through hers to rest on the cot between her legs, deeply depressing the taught fabric of the bed as he temporarily shifts nearly his full weight on his knees.
Mikasa allows the scarf to fall over her mouth again, shyly welcoming the reprieve as her arms fold over her chest, fingers delicately feeling the red fabric. Not that Eren minds or is paying attention, as his eyes remain locked with hers during his maneuvering.
He pauses, dipping his head into her neck, burying his face in the scarf for a moment as his hand scouts out his hard shaft from its garment. She can feel his heated breath warmly trickling through the fabric of the scarf. A hand courses through his hair, savoring the feeling of his head buried against her.
Just as the she feels the previous blush fade away, she feels Eren's finger trace over her hip and slip under the thin garment covering her hips. The onrush of thoughts races through mind in a brilliant flash. Her eyes widen expectantly, chest expanding in a rapid, anticipatory breath.
Eren's finger yanks the fabric aside in a smooth jerk. He presses himself to the opening between her legs. His hair flashes upward as he lifts his head from the scarf and levels himself to look into her eyes again.
Mikasa's legs rise in anticipation, feeling his thick head part her skin. Her knees jostle the blanket as she locks her legs around Eren's hips, tightly folded against themselves in an acute, upside down 'V'. Eren suppresses a grunt as he adjusts his balance to his elbows aside Mikasa.
He presses his head into her, feeling her warm, wet walls envelope him. Mikasa blinks slowly, again drawing a deep breath as she vainly composes herself to the sensitive explosion coursing through her body. Eren pauses, watching… waiting for her eye contact as a prompt to continue. Her exhale rolls down their bodies. Her eyes flicker open, rapidly refocusing from an obscured sky to the pair of eyes just above her.
A swift – but restrained – thrust envelopes himself within her. Her legs clench up tightly, vicing against his hips as if it were a pivot point while he buries himself in her. Eren lets out a long, throaty groan as his mind begins swirling in the warm, welcoming entrapment under him. His eyelids haze over for a moment, overcoming his focus before he centers himself and recaptures eye contact with her.
Her breath retreats before her, unable to hold a lungful of air with the same determination usually so present in her mind. Her head swirls as if lightheaded, couped up in savoring the feeling of Eren pressed up against her and into her. Finally her chest rises again, her breasts pressing upwards against his chest.
Eren withdraws, then solidly plunges himself back into her in a single, swift movement. He suppresses a grunt again, a bit more successfully now that he has acclimatized. His chest swells as he draws a deep breath, happening to synchronize with her own, making their chests compressing against one another.
The heat growing stifling, Mikasa's fingers lackadaisical hook over her scarf and pull it away from her face, leaving it loosely around her neck while her mind swirls. Eren drops his head, pressing his lips to hers for a brief moment while he is still from the end of his thrust.
Mikasa hazily follows him away as he breaks the kiss to pump himself out and back in once more. Her head arches against the cot, a dull ache for more of his touch.
His pace picks up, focusing more on his thrusts and trying to maintain a steady eye contact with her as he directs his energy to washing her mind about its ecstasy. Mikasa hums deeply, the sound resonating through their bodies as her thoughts string out against the imposing backdrop of rising sexual euphoria.
Eren plunges himself into her more fiercely than before, not taking the time to hold himself within her before repeating the gyration with a greater intensity. He struggles to contain himself, as his body fights with him for a quick climax. He pushes forward, focusing himself on his conscious desire to at least push her over the edge before himself giving into the onrush of the euphoric storm sloshing around within himself.
Mikasa feels her waist heat up with the hypersensitive tingling of Eren's mass stimulating her inner walls. Her chest heaves more rapidly, quickly exhaling and drawing another breath as she grows more unsteady and feels the edge of anticipation rise before the physical peaks of her climax begin waving over her. A pair of fingers listlessly scrape against the side of his abs as her mind fails to maintain situational awareness. Her mouth salivates suddenly, releasing a flood of saliva as her mind suddenly very consciously wanders over the feeling in her whole inner body. A second wave of fluids quickly follows, but instead soaks his hard shaft quickly pumping into and out of her.
Eren feels her legs clench up, then ease, then clench up again as the initial crests of a long-anticipated elation crash into her consciousness and soak into her body in thorough shifts just as he feels his rod soak in the onset of her climax. The cot jolts as her head slaps backward against the cot, an electric tension shooting up and down her back as it begins seeping into her brain; a distinct and mind-bending product of the intoxicating elation of sexual endorphins producing bright flashes of light under her eyelids and the waves of climatic spams.
Eren narrowly misses her chin smacking into his head when it hits her, just as he leverages himself backward, throwing himself into her in a pointed fit. His teeth grit as his awareness slurs and blurs with streaks of euphoric pleasure.
Fighting back against the onrushing feelings, he feels her body continuing to shudder beneath him. Now assured of his goal, he gingerly begins relaxing his mental grip over himself.
The prolific waves of warm comfort drain from her body in a sudden onset of cold flushing through her body, her climax spiking past her subconscious and into full view. She exhales fully, body shivering violently as her skin tingles. Her mind bends inward and warps back outward in a nonsensical cognizance, thinly connected to her environment as her body is completely overcome by the biochemical assault of her orgasm. Her eyes flutter in a daze, barely seeing Eren's disciplined gaze break.
Eren continues for several more strokes, adamantly maintaining his pace and force. He buries himself in her once more, allowing himself a moment to feel his mind flip and his genitals swelling to the point of climax. Waiting until the last moment, he yanks himself from her and groans loudly as his cock throbs, shooting a spurt of cum onto her abs.
Still too faded to fully notice his climax, Mikasa's head continues swirling for several seconds – lost in a euphoric daze centered around the throbbing warmth at her core. Slowly, the overwhelming acuteness of her euphoria fades from mind enough to begin noticing the details around her.
Her breath steadies rapidly, evening out to long, smooth inhales as regaining awareness trickles in more feelings around her – the gentle sting of the cot weave. The heat of the air between them. The sweat dewed on her skin. The feel of a warm fluid leaking over her abs.
Mikasa's eyes flick down to Eren, who's head is once again buried in the scarf as his mind still takes the moment to cool off.
His hair rustles.
They eyes meet again, but this time Eren is the one to blush. A brief burst of air slips from his mouth as he catches himself before completely breaking into a snicker. She runs a few fingers through his hair thoughtfully and with an only marginally suppressed thankfulness.
Eren grins back at her, slowly closing the distance until their lips connect in a blissful moment of mostly sober clear headedness.
He leans into the kiss, letting his body slack as he creeps his arm up until a hand can sift through her hair and grip her scalp, holding her close to him.
A full minute passes, broken only by a pair of very brief breaks for air.
Their heads part as Eren sits upright, pulling the blanket away from them and letting the rising sun warm them directly. Her legs still rest against his sides as he looks down on her wordlessly.
Mikasa puckers her lips, thinking ahead of the moment. Three fingers notch over her scarf and pull it clear from her face again. Eren's eye catches the movement of her other hand, watching with a spiking intrigue as she hooks and slicks a finger over her abs, collecting a finger full of cum. Her eyes shimmer as their eyes meet again and she slips the coated finger into her mouth, sloshing the liquid over her tongue thoughtfully.
Mm. Salty, but with a hint of sweet. Her eyes drop away, then swipe up to his face after the moment of contemplation.
Eren appears expectant, but unsure. Mikasa loosens her legs, letting them drop from his sides before suddenly shooting up into the air, straight and tall. Her hands hook under her panties and swiftly shoot them over her feet and flutter to the ground. Before Eren can lean around her legs and catch her eye, her legs fall back to the bed. She suppresses a wry grin as she flexes her abs, slowly creeping to sit upright.
Before their eye meet Mikasa slip under and behind both of his knees. In a single, decisive yank she pulls his legs out from under him and his head bounces off the cot with an elastic whack, roles reversed.
In a flash Mikasa is sitting on top of him, thick thighs folded onto her legs at his sides as she peers down at him. Leaning into him further, her bangs curtain around their faces. She rocks her hips suggestively, "Mmm... Can't you go again?"
Eren begins grinning awkwardly, unsure of how he can accurately answer her questioning. But she does it for him, shifting her weight backward and teasing him back to attention as he feels her warmth rub over him.
Eren tries to sit up on his elbows but is quickly shoved back to horizontal as Mikasa plants a hand on his chest and forces him back down. Her hips continuing gliding back and forth. Up and down his rejuvenating shaft.
Mikasa flutters her eyes at him, challenging him to resist. Eren freezes for a moment, processing, then relaxes. She quickly picks up her pace, stroking herself over him until he stands at full mast after just a handful more passes.
She raises herself from the cot and grabs Eren, holding him steady as she lowers herself onto him. Her chest vibrates with a warm hum as she enjoys the feeling of him snugly filling her cavity until most of him rests inside her. She shakes her head briefly, then flutters her hips lightly to enjoy the wholesome plug stimulating her nerves.
The gentle flutter quickly breaks into full roundabout rolling, her hips shifting from one side of him to the other as the top of her brain begins to tingle. A muscle in her chest twitches as his head grates against a sensitive spot inside her. Eren catches the oddity from the bottom of his vision.
Mikasa absentmindedly begins leaning backwards as her pace steadily increases, growing more and more focused on the rising tide rocking around in her waist. Eren sits up cautiously, just enough to reach forward and rest a palm on her waist – thumbing over her waist before exploring south until bumping into the bundle of nerves.
Mikasa hums noticeably, growing more entranced with the shifting tides dwelling in her mind and soaking her body. Eren sits up a little more, looking at her expectantly as her hips step up the pace another notch.
But she feels his abs shift as he rises. In a flash she rocks forward and slams both forearms to his chest, pressing him back into the wave of the cot. The awkward angle cuts off his tantalizing thumb, but no matter. The rapid shift of angle is its own buzz, and she resumes her quickening pace. Her eyes open and close with a desultory haze, barely recognizing she succeeded in pinning him down to the cot again while her head swirls internally.
Eren feels her breathing, hot and heavy. But he squirms, his toes wriggling in an attempt to distract himself from a climax. "Mikasa… I can't.." he stammers shortly, cringing upwards at the sky behind him.
Her eyes flicker open for a moment, a temporary clarity as she goads him to resist, "No. Not yet." She huffs as a mental wave crashes into her skull, "Wait. I..m almost.."
Eren tries to obey, trying to feel the cooler air he inhales than he exhales. The uncomfortable nip of the cot's weave over his back. Anything else.
Mikasa's mind flips. A mental somersault drenched in a sexual euphoria. Her legs clench together slightly and a gasp squeaks from her lips. Somehow, despite the immense tsunami flowing through her body she debates her desire to keep stirring her orgasm against Eren's ability to resist and the tertiary desire to allow him his own climax. Three more turns of her hip feel like an self-contained eternity, but pass rapidly.
She sits upright, allowing herself to sink all the way down his shaft, swallowing him entirely before continuing backwards. Still fighting the desire to use him for her own substance, she presses her hips down onto him, trying to consciously savor the feeling in spite of the semi-conscious storm frothing her head.
She springs from him, heaving lungfuls of air as she fights herself and collapses to the bed below him. Eren almost immediately rises, resting on his elbows again as he feels her thumb flick up the underside of his shaft and weary eyes peek around his cock.
Her tongue flicks against his head, then engulfs him in her mouth. Sinking down until she feels his head tickle the back of her throat. She rolls her head around mildly, unable to quite distinguish how much her head is rolling around from her simple, warped perception of it.
But its enough. As he feels her throat him, his resistance collapses completely, flipping into a burst of unrestrained sensation. Eren's eyes roll back into his head as the climax blinds him.
Cum spurts into her throat. Feeling him stiffen suddenly, she backs off until her tongue placates his head. Seeds spills over her tongue into her mouth as she continues to fight her own climax for clarity of action. Mmm. Sweeter this time.
The flow stems quickly, and she allows herself to drop his head from her mouth with a wet flop. Her head collapses to his waist, swimming in the prickly, fuzzy glow of her second crescendo.
A sea breeze sweeps up the coast. Eren's hair ruffles while Mikasa's bangs sway over her distant eyes.
She feels the cool breeze tickle her cheeks, reminding her of the external world. She creases her lips and collects herself, just enough to tilt her head back and look over at Eren. Then languidly shifts her weight to her elbows and crawls up onto Eren's chest, eventually slumping on top of him as the final wisps of euphoria draw away from her mind.
Eren wraps his arms over her back, shabbily dragging a bit of the blanket over top of her to break the wind. His chest rises, breathing sharply under her weight causing her to rise slightly. The movement stirs her; her head rolls back on his chest. She pushes against the cot and closes the distance until she can let her head rest over his shoulder on the bed, albeit somewhat awkwardly.
A calm breath fills her chest, "Well… I'm awake now."
Eren's head turns towards her, barely making eye contact with her under the ruffled edges of the scarf and her dark bangs. "Yeah? You sure about that?"
Mikasa doesn't return eye contact and just huffs, her hair curtaining over her eyes again.