You’ve lost your goddamn mind.

That’s what Reiner thinks when you surreptitiously slip a note into his pants pocket after bandaging the stumps of his severed limbs, a blindfold secured around his eyes. You silently weep as you work on behalf of Section Commander Hange; the salt of your tears burn his smooth, pink flesh, raw from failing to regenerate before being blasted out of the Armored Titan.

His chest—though still a warrior’s, not a soldier’s—aches in your presence. If your fingers tremble when you transfer the letter to him, he can’t feel it. But once you rise to your feet and take a step back, the battered remains of his body chill, as though he’s at last been denied the warmth of the sun.

I could never hate you.

The final words you spoke to him, all those months ago atop the wall, after you discovered the truth, echo in his mind—a cruel sort of prayer.

–

When Reiner awakes in Marley, his limbs have regrown, and sunbeams pool on the rough sheets of his cot. Yet he shivers, somehow still cold. Memories inundate him: the Scout expedition to Wall Maria; his near-fatal clash with Eren; his second wind thanks to Bertholdt; his ultimate failure; Hange’s interrogation. He thwarted death yet again—the most undeserving of survivors.

His guilt, however, is currently secondary to his curiosity.

Immediately, he searches his pockets, extracting the folded note you foolishly gave him, a murderer and a traitor. It was an act you could’ve been executed for had you been discovered. But Reiner doesn’t know whether to curse you or bless you—he still has to read what you wrote.

Trembling, he unfurls the curled edges of the paper, and reads:

♡ ⸝⸝ lazy morning sex w suguru ❤︎₊ ⊹ cw: nsfw

sunlight peaked through the curtains of your shared apartment. it was early morning, but the exact time was unclear. you had woken up a few minutes ago and suguru was stirring beside you. you felt him first: his big arms wrapping around you, soft lips leaving wet kisses down your neck, and the hard tent in his pants pressing against your ass.

wasting no time, you slowly grinded against him, earning a low grown from the raven haired man. his soft lips ghosted over your skin while his hands gripped your hips. you instinctively opened your legs as he inched closer to you. the only thing you had on were your flimsy sleep shorts and matching tank top. suguru snaked his hand in between your thighs and tugged off your shorts. arching into him, you spread even wider so he could reach where you ached the most.

“already soaked so for me,” he murmured. using his fingers, he spread your slick across your folds a low hum. all you could manage was a small nod. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping two fingers inside of you. you moaned into your pillow and shuddered. his long fingers reached where your own couldn’t. he curled them and you bit the pillow to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans.

he cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “don’t hide from me. i wanna hear you.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you whimpered his name.

“you’re taking my fingers so well my love,” he cooed, picking up the pace a little. broken moans left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. you didn’t hold back this time, letting him hear just how good he made you feel.

“my baby is so needy in the morning, isn’t she?” suguru pressed his lips to your neck. a soft cry escaped your lips, your thighs shaking as he curled his fingers again.

you shattered, the pleasure taking over you. you whispered his name quietly as you came down from your high. suguru pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch before bringing them to his lips.

“mmm,” he moaned shamelessly. you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he swirled his tongue to taste you. he smirked when he realized you were watching him, then pulled down his boxers.

precum was already oozing from his mushroom tip. you reached behind you and pumped the base of his cock, earning a low groan from him. as you glided your thumb across the head, he twitched in your palm and bucked his hips into your hand slightly.

after you teased him a bit, he did the same suguru teased your entrance, smearing your wetness with his length before pushing inside. you gasped at the stretch. he split you open as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. once he fully bottomed out, he began to move his hips slightly.

the angle was more agonizing than his pace. his thrusts were shallow, he barely pulled out before slipping back inside of you, but the way his tip nudged that spot deep inside made you shiver. your velvet walls clenched around him with each stroke, taking every inch.

“my pretty girl,” he whispered. you whined softly, too tired and too fucked out to think properly. "perfect, just perfect."

he rolled his hips slowly. you arched your back and grasped the pillow under your head. his dick bullied your cunt, making your brain go all fuzzy. the way he whispered sweet, yet filthy things to you wasn’t helping either.

“you take me so well, my love. the way you melt like putty in my hands drives me crazy.” he smiled into your skin. “milking the shit out of me as a ruin you. so tight, you’d think i never take care of you.”

but that wasn’t true. mornings like this with suguru were a reoccurring thing. he always found himself slipping inside of you, reaching where you needed him most.

higuruma hiromi WIP 💼

BRIDGERTON (2020-) KATE AND ANTHONY