Reinhardt has a size kink, and would prefer for his s/o to be smaller and petit. He loves to watch his thick cock head spread your tight hole open. Even just two inches of it is enough to cause burining, stretching you completely.
Afterwards he loves watching how gaped your hole(s) are. It turns him on knowing that he was the one to do that & ruin you.
Rein loves to see you in any form of lingerie, but if you wear innocent colours like white &a pale pink; you’ll steal his heart immediately, because he likes to think of you as a doll.
Touching up on that point, dressing up like an antique porcelain doll with cute little dresses (ones that have frills! Or even ones that are short and pastel colours) is sure to get him going as well.
Wear a short dress with stockings and bend over, show him you’re wearing no panties. I guarantee he will probably have a nosebleed.
He will definitely be into spanking, it’s his form of punishment. He’s sweet about it though.
I headcanon him to have a 10” inch cock. Given his size (he’s like 7 foot ??) it would only make sense. If 10” is too “far fetched” then he is for sure at least 9inches. Very thick as well! 😉
He’s into a lot of positions, mainly, he wants to pleasure you. He knows he’s got a big cock so he’s not going to try and take you from behind and be all rough. He’d rather you ride him, slowly inching your way down and taking in as much of him as you can. He doesn’t want to hurt you.
Loves to call you pet names like doll & sweetheart. Even some sweet names in German.
a/n: here you go anon! hope that what i came up with is alright! NSFW is under the cut, but SFW and After Care are above the cut!
SFW:
Will treat you like a delicate object at times, do not take offense to this as he does this because of how precious you are to him. Is also afraid of hurting you with his strength.
Loves how cuddly you are when you cling to him, as he will hold you and whisper the loveliest and silliest of things to you.
Whenever he holds your hand he sees just how small you are compared to him, and it makes him love you even more.
After Care:
Is the best cuddler ever after sex. His body surrounds you completely, loving the way you fit so perfectly against him.
Loves giving you a message, and making a bath for the two of you to relax in. With you sitting on his lap while he washes you off, expect a few kisses or for him to get a bit frisky sometimes.
Can sometimes become a bit melancholy after sex, not wanting to imagine a life without you, so when he gets like this just hold him and be there.
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Side, but important note: They all wear glasses and look damn fucking good in them :3
Professor!Reinhardt
The two of you outwardly flirt with each other all semester. Professor Reinhardt constantly showers you with compliments, and is incredibly easy on you with it comes to grades.
The kind of professor who gets sidetracked during class and goes off on these elaborate stories and cracks everybody up. Teaches artsy stuff like music history, art history, and poetry.
He adored for how easy going he is, his enthusiasm, and how crazy handsome and dreamy he is.
Tutoring lessons in his office are filled to the brim with sexual tension and class or your grades never comes up.
The tension breaks and you end up kissing passionately, sucking him off, and riding him in his big leather chair.
Several other more private “tutoring” lessons are held at his house after that. Lots of homemade food (professor Reinhardt can cook), great alcohol, and the deepest more filling sex you’ve ever had.
Professor!Reaper
He’s incredibly intimidating, but a chill professor. His intimidating nature only makes students fawn after him even more. His rugged good looks are often the point of discussion during study groups.
He rarely gives tutoring lessons, he’s kind of an enigma on campus. Rarely in his office, nobody ever sees him come or go.
Most people have to email him for any pressing questions and this is how the flirting begins. He cracked a joke and you cracked one back, and the messages kept going back and forth from there.
When messages turn into sexting, you end up getting his phone number, and he asks you if you’d come with him to a bar.
Boy, do you. You go and drink with him and listen to people sing their drunk hearts out during karaoke. Make out in your dark corner booth, and slip into the bathroom to have quick wild sex.
Make a taxi cab driver very uncomfortable on your way to his place so you can do it again and again.
Professor!76
Professor 76 is the professor everyone drools over. You’ve seen students shamelessly flirt with him. Trying to either get his interest or just trying to get better grades or extensions out of him.
But it seems he only has interest for you. He has a piercing stare during lectures, made all too intense by his bright blue eyes. He always hovers over your shoulder when checking out your work.
Needless to say, you start getting off on the thought of him.
You may be a little skittish around him, even though you’re utterly smitten with him.
He has to go out of his way to speak to you, and it makes your other heart eyed peers very jealous.
You wind up in his office (because he asked you to come to see him). 76 lures you behind his nice desk, and before you know it your lips are wet and swollen from kisses, your bent over his desk and your panties are around your ankles while he’s pounding into you.
“Up, Baby, up!” you ordered, tapping the underside of Reinhardt’s butt cheek.
He corrected the position of his rear, it rising higher in the air. You could see from behind that his enormous package hung between his legs. A good boy keeps his cock on display for his mistress. You grasped your strapon and stroked it, as if you could feel it. Your hand was between his thighs then, tugging on his cock and his balls, like you were milking a cow. You didn’t want any milk from this cock just yet. Not yet. You didn’t put his dick away in a cage for two weeks just to let him cum without some fun on the way.
“Such a good man,” you praised. “Not once did you touch yourself, hmm?”
“No, Mistress,” he was quick to answer. He lived for the purr of your voice when you were pleased with him.
“I just love hearing you say that.” Your voice was seductively-fragranced honey in his ear. “Call me that again.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He grunted softly at each touch, especially to his cock. You barely got your hand around the whole thing, but he felt it all the same. His white hair stuck out in all directions in cute little spikes. His good eye was glazed and lips parted. You held complete sway over this man, twice your size…or more. His meaty ass looked so juicy, you just had to slide the strapon between them. It was perfect, how it fit between the two little mountains of muscle. You moved your hips up and down, admiring the lovely slide.
“What if I just did this to you, My Pet? Maybe you don’t need to cum tonight.”
The poor, neglected man could not stand the teasing. He backed up into the dildo, whining–as much as his deep voice really could. “Mistress, please. Have pity,” he begged, the last two words he forced from his lungs. Like a dying man, needing your cock pounding his ass to continue living.
Your firm hand bounced off his left cheek. His cock jumped at the slapping sound.
“This is your last warning before I put my dick away, and you get none,” you said.
“How could you be so cruel?” he whispered, almost to himself.
This was the good stuff, that tortured plea. Seeing the formidable, honourable, man hunched and prostrate as much as his frame would allow. He may be trying to convince you to give him some slack, but it made you just want to turn it up a notch just to see what would happen.
You stood up on your knees and draped your body on his back. You growled in your throat, revelling in the warmth of his body and the pretty scars that cut across his back. Evidence of his eager participation in honourable battles. The strapon was still between his cheeks, but this time pointed downward. You made humping-movements, the head of the dildo sliding downward and poking his scrotum. Still teasing.
Reinhardt whimpered, feeling it was going to be a long night.
He continued to hobble awkwardly past you and go about his business.
“Mistress?” Hanzo called. He was bent over, standing in the kitchen doorway. “How much sugar did you want in your coffee, again?”
“A lot,” you called back.
Hanzo turned around to go also hobble into the kitchen. The large bell attached to his thick, leather collar jingle as he shuffled his feet. It was comical, how he kept his chin high in pride, despite his curved back.
Both of your slaves were wearing their humblers. Both were butt-naked and wearing their favourite collars. Sometimes, these proud men got into a competition. They thought they were being subtle, pretending the extreme discomfort was nothing. They weren’t. It was delightfully amusing, so you lounged on the couch, watching them clean and make you food.
Reinhardt shuffled past again, sweeping the floor as he could with his massive ballsack stretched and tucked behind his upper thighs.
“You sure?” you asked again.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Before he got too far, you swung low, slapping his scrotum. He gave an “Oof,” but stubbornly kept sweeping.
Alright, then.
Hanzo hobbled over to bring you your coffee, his bell bouncing prettily. He placed on the mug on the side table.
“Hanzo. Stir my coffee some more, please,” you said, before he could turn around to leave.
Hanzo squared his shoulders. Then he stuck his pointer finger into the scalding-hot coffee. He stirs it around in a slow circle, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
“Thank you, Babe,” you said, signalling him to stop.
The two silly men were still silently insisting that they were fine, even after many more drive-by slaps from you to make sure. They even endured several clothespins decorating their wrinkly skin. Come bedtime, you had them kneel next to the bed and took the humblers off them. One of them demurely suggested that he could sleep in one, and that started the other chiming in, claiming he could, too.
You weren’t having it. You said the next one to utter another word wouldn’t get to cum for a month.
Doomfist: “I will pay you to stop making that racket.” (he’s kidding, but slightly hoping it’ll work)
Reaper: “You and me both, Kid.”
Appears in a flash at the baby’s side to pick up and cuddle them with sad eyes, and you have to say, “Stop looking so sad. The baby isn’t crying because it’s in pain, you man-sized baby.”
Reinhardt
Lucio
McCree
To a lesser extent, Genji
Hauls the baby into the air and gives them a big, goofy smile after solving the issue:
Junkrat
Reinhardt
Quietly, lovingly, and diligently takes care of his child:
He’ll hold your hand real tight when he notices you’re getting pretty stressed out.
He’ll always try to sneak you somewhere private so you can cool down. He’ll gently stroke your back and tell you to just let it all out, it’s okay.
He constantly urges you to vent to him when you need to. If something upset you, he is willing to sit back and listen. Or, if not him, he offers to refer you to Zenyatta for help as well.
Seeing you bottle things up reminds him too much of himself when he was in Blackwatch. He remembers how unhealthy and miserable that was for him, and he does not want that for you.
When you break down crying, he nearly starts crying himself. It hurts him too much to see you in so much distress.
Lúcio:
He does his best to cheer you up. He gives you kisses, rubs your shoulders, offers some relaxing music to listen to. Anything he can do to lessen the edge.
When you do have a meltdown, he just holds you tight. He doesn’t shush you or anything, just holds you and lets you get it all out of your system.
If he is present, he will make an effort to step in and prevent any issues from stressing you out further.
He feels a little sad if you lash out at him due to irritability, but he reminds himself that you’re having a hard time and tries not to take it personally.
He will make you a super fatty, big portioned meal that will surely set you at ease. You can taste every ounce of love he poured into that food.
Reinhardt:
He gets extremely protective when you have a meltdown. He’ll hold you tight and shield you from the scary outside world.
His first response to finding out the source of your distress is anger. He wants to crush the thing that made you so upset, but he knows what you need most is his comfort.
He’ll give you sweet, tickley kisses and pet your sweet head with his big hand.
If you’re irritable or snappy, he has no problem leaving you alone. He may leave out a nice home cooked meal for you though. He can’t leave you entirely alone.
Prepare for the ultimate spooning at bed time. His large frame keeps you well guarded so you’ll get to sleep feeling safe and secure. It’s a great way to wind down after such a hard time.
It was an amazing thing, seeing the enormous, proud Reinhardt Wilhelm in your household compared to out in the field. It’s not that he wasn’t proud. He was, when you praised him for doing well. Puffed chest, beaming smile. It’s not that he wasn’t a tall man, he was, while walking your breakfast to you in bed on your days off. He was so tall that he had to bend quite far to place the tray on the bed. You always rewarded him with a kiss for travelling that far.
Today, however, he was a shrunken, cowed version of himself when he placed the tray on your lap. You picked up on the difference right away.
“What’s wrong, My Knight?”
“Nothing, My Lady.”
You shook your head. “Lying doesn’t come easily to you. You know that.”
“I’m sorry, My Lady.”
You blinked up at him.
“Reinhardt, why aren’t you wearing the outfit I laid out for you?”
“My Lady,” he purred deeply and sadly. Mournfully, “The outfit was too small. I tried to wear it like you commanded, but the seams ripped.”
You held back for about two seconds before you burst out laughing. Weakly, you leaned on the tray with your elbow, still shaking from laughter.
You collected yourself and wiped away a tear.
“Just tell me next time, and I’ll get you a new set. You silly man.”
I went with Reinhardt because I thought the poor dude would have trouble living in a normal-sized dwelling without breaking a few things and getting himself in trouble. XD
True, Reinhardt cleaned up the splinters when he broke the chair. But this was the third chair. He did replace all the teacups he shattered. And the plates. Heck, it was hilarious when he broke the bed that one night a month ago. But you decided enough was enough.
“Mistress.”
Reinhardt bowed down to place the plate of hearty breakfast he had cooked in front of you. A plate of sausages, eggs, toast, and crispy hashbrowns. Half the size of the breakfast he made for himself. But Reinhardt put the plate down with a hard /plunk/. You raised your eyebrows in warning.
“Sorry,” he whispered loudly.
“It’s okay. Let’s not spoil this delicious food you made,” you said. You eyed him sternly. “But one wrong move and it’s back in the cage. Am I making myself clear?”
Breakfast went smoothly after that. Reinhardt got you to laugh at one of his stories yet again. He told them so well! Until he slammed his orange juice glass a little too hard down on the table. It didn’t shatter, but it did crack. He tried to shrink down, which was comical for a man his size. You almost guffawed instead of following through on his punishment.
“Sweetheardt,” you said, putting a smaller hand on top of his large one. “I know you’re trying. I can see that. But you have to go back in the cage. I’ll let you out to do laundry later.”
Reinhardt was the most obedient boy. He didn’t hesitate to leave the table and go to the living to his cage. It had been expensive, a huge dog kennel designed for use outside. He went inside the cage and closed the door behind himself. He sat, where he would look sorry for himself for a few hours.
Being inside the cage didn’t bother him, it was that you required silence while he was in there. It was hard to see him like that, but it was nice to get some quiet.
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