Menace

Mikasa POV

My name is Mikasa Yeager, and I'm 17 years old. I'm Eren Yeager's wife—he's my most beloved, the one my heart clings to above all else. It's been about a month since we left everything behind and made this cozy little cabin our home.

The mountains around us bring a crisp chill even in spring, so at night, it feels almost magical, the kind of cold that presses us closer together. We share a small bed, and I sleep nestled against his chest, my leg draped over him, holding him like a warmth I never want to let go of.

We kiss a lot. Maybe it's me who can't resist pulling him in—it just happens. I love that about us. Eren's the one who hunts, while I take on the chores since, technically, I'm the "wife" here. But he always ends up helping me around the house.

I try to get him to rest, reminding him how much work he already does for both of us. But he just blushes, brushing it off, saying he wants to be near me as much as he can.

I can't help but smile when he says things like that. I end up backing him against the wall, gently kissing him, savoring the way he turns scarlet, all flustered like a boy caught stealing glances.

Recently, we even managed to buy a pair of sheep. Thanks to Eren, who saved his salary from his time as the vice commander, that we even had enough gold coins to get a few essentials. The gold turned out to be a lifesaver, but… maybe I got a little carried away.

I mean, I can be a bit selfish. Every market trip, I'd want new clothes, spices, or little things to make our meals special. Eren never hesitated, and by the time we realized it, we'd almost drained everything we had saved.

Eren barely bought himself anything—just a few sturdy clothes for winter and summer, while I… bought way more than I should've. I couldn't resist. When he pointed it out, I just looked up at him with big, shiny eyes and whispered, "S-sowwy…" It always works. He chuckled, pulling me close and pressing a kiss to my hair.

"Ereh... should I cut my hair?" I asked one evening, glancing at him with a teasing smile. His cheeks flushed as he looked away, pretending to study the wall. "N-no... I want to see you with long hair," he murmured, turning an even deeper shade of red.

Oh, that did it. My heart raced as I threw him onto the bed and climbed on top, pulling him into a kiss, unable to hold back. He always managed to stir something wild in me, something that made my heart skip in ways I couldn't ignore.

I whispered against his lips, "I... I want to beat the record from last time. Okay?" He sighed, a mix of amusement and resignation, knowing exactly what I was talking about. Ever since we'd started keeping track of our longest kiss, I couldn't resist pushing for more. Our record so far? Five hours straight, without a single break.

"Fine... c'mere then." He barely finished before I leaned in, our breaths merging, tongues meeting in a warm, endless rhythm. Time melted away as we clung to each other, every second feeling like it stretched into infinity.

His warmth was so comforting, so perfect, that it felt as if I could lose myself in him forever. And I knew Eren felt the same way—he'd said as much in a thousand little gestures and words.

By the end, we'd shattered our record, setting a new one at eight hours. And I would've kept going if he hadn't pulled back, his cheeks flushed, muttering something about needing food.

"Really? Now?" I pouted, arms crossed, but who was I to argue? Smiling, I led him to the table, letting the aroma of the meal I'd made fill the air, hoping he'd forget he was ever hungry.

Being with Eren... it was like this every day, every moment. He meant so much to me that even the smallest things made me fall harder for him. Like the day we went to the market.

I'd been excited, choosing something new for him to wear. He looked dashing enough in his usual shirt, trousers, and that long black coat, but I wanted to surprise him with something different.

And that's when I noticed them—those girls. They surrounded him, batting their eyelashes, all dolled up and… well, undeniably pretty. They laughed at his every word, stealing glances, trying to captivate him with a charm I'd never bothered with.

A pang of jealousy stirred in my chest. Sure, they were pretty, girlish in a way that I wasn't, but if they thought they could capture his attention, they had another thing coming.

The only thing I knew was that Eren, in all his innocence, was just being helpful, picking up the purse one of the women dropped without knowing what they were really after.

"Oh, aren't you a cutie… Thank you," purred the one with, well… a bigger chest than mine. She brushed up against his arm, tugging at him coyly. Another leaned in, her hand drifting to his chest. "I never knew this lousy town had such handsome and charming men," she breathed, her eyes batting. "Are you new around here?"

Eren, completely oblivious to their game, gave a polite nod. I could see he was feeling uneasy but didn't want to be rude. One of them decided to get even closer, trailing her tongue along his neck, making him jerk back, shivering.

He barely had time to retreat before they closed in again. "Oh my… aren't you a sensitive one," one cooed. "I like it. So, handsome, how about it? We'll give you a special welcome… no charge."

That was it. "Get off me, damn it! Back the hell off!" Eren snapped, finally shoving them back, his frustration obvious. They staggered, clearly annoyed, but he knew better than to make a scene right there in town. "Oh, big mistake, kid. You just missed your last shot at real women like us," one of them sneered.

Eren rolled his eyes and, spotting me in the crowd, pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Hah… Dream on. See this woman?" He lifted his chin proudly, and I could feel his grip tighten. "She's my wife—my one and only. She's more beautiful, more real than you could ever hope to be." He smirked. "And we're married. Something you cheap little—"

He cut himself off, glancing at me with a tender smile that made my heart skip a beat. Here he was, totally pure and loyal, while so many scouts and cadets wasted time with lewd books and fantasies. My Eren only had eyes for me. Only me.

"What the hell did you just call me, asshole?" one of the women hissed, stepping forward.

And that's when my patience ran out. I didn't even think. My fist found her face with a satisfying thud, and she stumbled back, collapsing to the ground as blood trickled from her lip and nose.

I didn't hold back—guess it was just instinct. A crowd gathered, murmuring in shock, as Eren calmly explained the entire scene, reassuring everyone and leading me away.

But the encounter left him deflated, his usual cheer dulled as he looked down, trying hard to hide the sadness in his eyes. Later, I fed him with a smile, doing my best to lift his spirits. For me, though?

My heart was racing with happiness, knowing his loyalty was unbreakable. He just lay there quietly after dinner, while I fed the sheep, washed the dishes, and finally came back to find him sprawled on the bed, one arm over his eyes.

I slowly eased him moving his hand away, my eyes finding his face so close, studying every detail—the gentle twitch of his scarlet nose, his flushed ears, and the tiny tear clinging to the corner of his eye.

Eren was never one to hold up well in arguments; even if he came out victorious, he'd end up with that quiet, vulnerable look, like he'd held back more than he let on.

I couldn't help but smile at him, warmth welling up in my chest as I gently rolled over him, cradling his cheeks in my hands.

"What's wrong, cutie?" I whispered, brushing my thumb along his cheek. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and he gave me that tender look that always made me melt.

"Nothing… You know how I get, right?" he murmured, his voice soft. I nodded, nestling against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under me—a steady rhythm that made me feel grounded, warm.

His fingers played softly in my hair, tangling gently, and I could feel him relax under my touch, his chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm.

"Are you comfortable like that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded again, my arms wrapping around him a little tighter, breathing in his warmth, because nothing else mattered to me more than being right here, just like this.

However, the picture of the beautiful girls with big uhm~uhm was still vividly printed in my mind. Any man would just get captivated by their.... Everything, but Eren of course he's just that pure for this world. Suddenly a completely random thought struck my mind making me scarlet red.

Should.... Should... Should I say it? No... no what will Eren think... but... but there shouldn't be a problem right... I mean we're married. Ugh.... Whatever.

"Hey, darling," I whispered, feeling my cheeks heat up as I looked down at him. He met my gaze, one hand resting at my waist, the other trailing through my hair, giving me that same patient, loving look he always did.

"Yes, my queen?" he replied, his voice soft but playful, a small smile touching his lips. I bit my lip, leaning down until our faces were so close, pressing my lips against his in a gentle, lingering kiss, savoring the feel of him under me. My fingers tightened on the fabric of his shirt, as if holding him tighter could somehow make this moment last forever.

As I pulled away, our lips lingered, a thin thread of warmth connecting us as my breath mingled with his, feeling my heart race with a rush of something that was both excitement and peace. I looked down at him, feeling braver than usual, letting my thoughts tumble out before I could hold them back.

"I… I want… I want to have kids with Eren…" I whispered, my cheeks flaring even redder, and I felt his body go still under me. His eyes went wide, the soft blush across his cheeks deepening as he stared up at me, speechless.

"Y-You see…" I stammered, feeling my heart pounding as I tried to find the right words. "I… I really want… to become a mom…" I watched as he swallowed, his eyes blinking in surprise, like he couldn't believe what I'd just said. It was completely out of nowhere, I knew, and I could tell he was still wrapping his head around it.

"When… when you won't be here with me anymore…" I murmured, my voice trembling slightly. "I want little Erens running around, someone to keep me company… so I'm not alone after…" I hugged him tighter, my chest tight with the vulnerability of saying it all aloud.

It was so much harder than confessing my love for him—this felt like baring a different part of myself, something raw and aching. I held my breath, praying he wouldn't think I was being selfish or silly.

After a long pause, he whispered back, his voice steady and soft, "Okay… if Mika is fine with it… I… I don't have any problem with it… I'd love to be a dad." His eyes met mine, still flushed, but in them, I saw a depth of sincerity that made my heart swell.

Tears pricked my eyes, and I held him closer, marveling at this beautiful, selfless man who somehow always knew exactly what I needed.

Eren lifted his face, pressing his lips to mine, his kiss filled with warmth and a hint of hesitation, like he was still trying to wrap his mind around this next step with me.

I let myself melt into him, feeling his breath mix with mine, my heart pounding as I let myself be pulled under his touch. When he finally pulled back, I met his gaze, my cheeks flushed with anticipation, knowing that soon, we'd be making this dream real together.

But then, Eren's expression turned hesitant, and he broke our gaze, looking a bit embarrassed. "But… there's a problem, Mika…" he murmured, and my heart sank slightly. I cupped his cheeks, searching his face with a worried look, not sure what to expect.

"What is it?" I asked softly, brushing my fingers along his jaw, trying to reassure him. Had he been hiding something from me? Maybe he thought he wasn't ready, or maybe there was something more.

Wait... Don't tell me.... Is my Eren sterile?!!No he has titan powers even if Eren's uhm~uhm.... they got damaged during fighting titans they would've healed right? But no matter what, I'd always love him with everything I have, whether we could have kids or not. Just being by his side was enough.

Eren's face flushed, and he fidgeted, his hands covering his face like a guilty child. "Well… Mika… I… I don't know how to make kids," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I mean… I've been trying my best to have one with you… but you just won't get… well… you're not getting fat…"

His face burned brighter as he looked away, his hands pressed against his cheeks. "I… I'm such a bad man… I did it without telling Mika… sorry…"

I blinked, my brow furrowing as I tried to process what he was saying. "Ereh… what are you talking about?" My face heated up, caught somewhere between confusion and embarrassment.

He glanced at me, clearly struggling to confess something. "I mean… every night, I kissed you while you were sleeping… and I thought… I thought that if I did that, you'd… you'd get a belly, and that would be our baby… since mom told me that..."

I stared at him, my mind whirling. Realization dawned, and I suddenly remembered a story I'd heard as a kid from my mom—a story told to the children to explain where babies come from.

This sweet, innocent cinnamon roll had actually believed that all it took was a kiss… that's why he'd looked so confused earlier, oblivious to what those women had really been after.... He might've thought they were trying to get a kiss.... So they'd have a child.... with him.

He hid his face again by his hands, his voice a bit shaky. "Mika… I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to… I just wanted a kid with you… I didn't even think about it… I mean… I'm an idiot… I should have told you…" He peeked out at me, looking so utterly sincere, as if he'd committed some unspeakable crime.

I couldn't hold back a chuckle, shaking my head. How could someone so strong and brave be so innocent? Here I was, constantly lost in my own… well, not-so-innocent thoughts, while he was worrying over kisses.

I reached out and gently pulled him close, his body still tense. "C'mere, you big cutie," I teased, pulling him down and wrapping my arms around him. His cheeks went scarlet, and I couldn't help but smirk a little, holding him tight.

"Oh, Eren… I had no idea you were still such a kid," I murmured, leaning in to brush a kiss on his cheek.

He stammered, red as ever, "H-Hey… I said I was sorry… I just… I just wanted that…"

I watched his eyes darting around nervously, his green gaze barely meeting mine, and a soft smile crept onto my face. He was so sincere, so pure-hearted, even now.

I reached up and brushed his cheek, letting him know without words that I loved every piece of who he was—whether he knew about… all of that… or not.

And in that moment, I felt just as innocent as he was, as if everything in the world was simple and perfect, wrapped up in the quiet space between us.

Soon as the moon cast an eerie glow over us, shadows dancing on the walls, I leaned in, my breath whispering against Eren's ear. "That's not how you make a child, Eren...." My voice was husky, laced with mischief.

He could see the glint in my eyes as I rolled my hands down his ass, giving it a couple of gentle squeezes. "Ahhh Mikasa~chan not.... Not there.... Ahhh...." That's what I thought he'd say.

Instead, his face contorted in surprise. "The heck are you doing to my butt?" The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.

My mischievous grin vanished as I sighed; my redness dissipated as well. "It's alright, right? He has no clue." The silence was heavy, weighted with unspoken intentions.

"Ereh... Listen... Do as you're told, Kay?" My words dripped with seduction, the room tilting into darkness. That were my last words as I threw myself on that poor fella.

Soon the sounds of our ragged breathing and Eren's grunts and moans echoed through the atmosphere, a primal symphony as I played with his.... Well Eren's little titan. "Wait, what are you doing.... Mika."

Eren protested his voice cracking," Shit stop I wanna pee really bad... let me go to the bathroom...." Eren kept protesting but I didn't stop it was too late. Soon I let go of well his uhm~uhm my figure casting an eerie shadows on his tear struck face," Fuck, why are you taking off your clothes, Mika.... Stop...." His pleas were lost in the haze of my own desire.

"Well then let's begin Yeager...."I smiled, jumping on him, seducing him, kissing him, doing things to him he never imagined. Our bodies entwined, sweat-drenched and trembling. My breaths came in ragged gasps; my heart racing.

As we lay there, spent, the moon cast an eerie glow on our exhausted forms. Eren's muscular chest cradled my limp body; his own breathing shallow as he blanked out, steam leaving his crotch. Well it's his fault I was pleasuring him with my mouth and my grip wasn't that hard on it. It just tore away as he resisted. Gosh I really have to teach him some manners.

But my Eren he lasted quite long. But it was really beautiful my first time. He just fits so well. We are so so compatible with each other. It's like our bodies are meant for each other. I love you Ereh. And by the end of it the mighty Eren Yeager, feared by all, got raped by Mikasa Ackerman, so cuteeee....