A Beautiful Façade┃Reiner X Reader

Chapter 15: Corruption and Dignity

A candle light begins to drag into the room. You aren't sure how you can tell this through the mask but a part of you can distinctly tell there's a light coming in.

There's a faint touch over your stomach, the simplest of movements causing every inch of your body to react. You tense, thighs shaking and squeezing together as you wheeze out a desperate huff.

"Sensitive today, are we?" the richly masculine voice coos in your ear. Deep like crackling fire and as heated as it too.

You respond through the agonizing mask, moaning helplessly without a single recognition of shame.

"You're wet, I see," there's a smile present in his tone. "Did you enjoy being pounded into while I was gone?"

No. Not at all.

The vibrator has become painful in time, with such exhausting edging for hour becoming a new form of torture. Your head shifts back and forth in response, unable to do much else while in this state.

"Oh? Why? I cant imagine what else you could've been desiring..." his hips press against your entrance deceitfully, forcing you to feel his erection. Feel the shape of his dick through his pants. "While I was gone."

All attempts to speak through the gag are a no-go. You're left screaming into the muffled material to try and communicate something to him. Anything.

"I thought I'd given you everything."

A hand settles on your chest, gently moving the sharp clip pinching one nipple tightly. It snaps, the moment giving you unbelievable relief, quickly followed by pain as Reiner takes full advantage of the swollen bud. He needs it between two fingers, bringing you to moan hoarsely from behind the horrible, red ball. He stands so close behind you as he does it, you can physically feel his cock pressing cold, untouched skin; a sensation oozing in temptation.

At a certain point you can no longer help yourself. Your hips buck, grinding against his dick to form any kind of desperate relief.

His voice is sharp, bitter. "Is my submissive getting antsy?"

Just before you have the option to reply, you find the world around you begin to face and falter, images clipping over one another. Reality shifts and switches, causing your sinfully indulgent situation to feel... artificial.

Dark eyelids drift open, throwing you the surroundings of a mundane bedroom. A soft mattress, fluffy, white pillows, a light blanket over the top... your gaze drifts to each of them, shuffles across each feature while you blink yourself awake. There's a gentle light peaking through the curtains nearby, flowing a dim beam of cascading, decadent yellows into the cold room. Well, 'cold' isn't the best adjective, as from beneath these covers, your body is nearly burning.

There's a faint snore from behind, causing your whole body to shift to the left. The sight you fall upon is simple; a robust man laying on his side, back facing you. It's funny to you to see his at-peace state after witnessing such a degenerate dream. He really has no idea what you were thinking about.

From the position, you can't see much of his appearance, yet even with a blanket up to his torso, you can see his built shoulders. Muscular, broad; all from a lifetime of expert Marleyian training.

You're fit yourself, mainly in the legs and arms, but there's been a gender disparity in inheriting titans for decades. The horror of Ymir brought sexist undertones to titan shifters. Only the female titan was available to women for centuries until a new decision was made that the Cart, as it is weak on its own, should be given to female soldiers solely.

'Save the strong one's for the men', as Calvi would say.

Disregarded as nothing but an accessory, the Cart was haphazardly passed onto you, the one woman with both military and titan training after Pieck's expected successor succumbed to her injuries. In the back of your mind, that past always lingers. Though you'd never admit it to Reiner, Pieck, Magath or anyone else, it burns you to know that your position is nothing but an accident.