A Beautiful Façade┃Reiner X Reader

Chapter 14: How Arguments End

With the looming blonde figure stationed in front of you, a stoic expression sparked through lifting features, you find yourself instinctively made to feel intimidated. His towering height, muscular build, that cutting stare and respect on his title, all should scream fear from just the sight of him. And yet, you scowl up at him.

"God, I hate you!" you exclaim, voice readying confrontation. "Just listen for one second!"

He replies plainly, "egotist."

"It's not egotistical to give advice when I know I'm right! You can't keep throwing that word around, fuckwit!"

"You say that you're right about everything," he sighs. "That's goddamn egotism. And you have the biggest superiority complex ever made- it's your worst quality."

"Oh fuck you, seriously fuck you!" you bite. "You can't even wash clothes properly, who the hell is that useless?!"

Reiner shifts a eyebrow up, repeating through his teeth, "useless..."

"Yeah, what was I expecting, anyway? A crybaby like you can't do anything fucking right!"

"Watch it."

You ignore that clear warning, choosing instead to step forward, your finger pointing out at him in accusation. This time, he's going to get it. "You're calling me egotistical? Well, here's a reality check. You're just a sensitive, good-for-nothing, whiny, pathetic son of a-!"

You're cut off as Reiner delivers one simple, bold line. A statement that has your mouth snapping closed in an instant. "Are you asking me to spank you?"

You heart rate immediately increases, yet you keep your confidence up. "Is that a threat? You really think that's a threat?"

"Don't test me, Y/N, I'll do it," his voice is hard and poignant, not bordering on angry just yet, though the power in his frustrated tone is growing by each passing second.

"Shut up, no you won't!" you growl, challenging him. "What you're doing, it's not going to work! Now, back on topic-"

"I could make you a horny, speechless whore within a minute, and you'd enjoy every second." He looks up at you through eyebrows shifting down, seeming to be completely controlled. "Understand, petty arguments are for people who don't have sex out of anger. Don't play this game with me."

"You don't have the guts."

"Want to bet?"

Reiner suddenly grabs hold of your chin, roughly pulling your face closer to his to secure intimate eye-contact. Your body tenses from the movement alone, beginning to feel that mixture of fear and lust culminate together, a sensation you know so well around him.

"Well?" he asks sternly.

Your silence only proves to him a fact he already worked out. Despite how confident you act around him day-in-day-out, that intimidation that rears its ugly head each night, never truly goes away. No. It's always there. Hiding under the depths of haphazardly constructed walls and flimsy little lies.

"I'll fuck you like an animal, make you desperate and needy, just how I like you. Punishing the life out of you and making you less of an egotistical fucker, it'll be so easy," his voice goes low. "I'll do it right here, right now. Apologise. Admit you're wrong. Or, I get to ruin you."

Your voice catches in your throat for a second, seriously considering apologising and ending this little argument. And yet... you're still royally pissed off, giving up now is not even in the question.

"I'll never apologise for being right! God, I hate you!" you bite. "You are a horrible, annoying, repulsive bastard and I hope you know that!"

He releases your chin with a fast swerve of his hand, leaving you stumbling back a step from the impact.