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.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have McCree as your personal toy? To have him whip out his cock at your behest or strip down to his skin whenever you want, wherever you want?
Maybe you’d be watching TV on the couch with him when you decide that you’d really like to taste his cock. Like, right now. So you tell him to drop his pants and he obliges with a blush and a wide grin, knowing exactly what you want and submitting to your stern command to keep his hands on your shoulders. You pin him back into the couch and lean down to take his cock into your mouth, letting his hefty girth stretch your lips as you go down as far as you can.
He moans and shivers, his flesh hand fidgeting on your shoulder while his metal one stays still and digs slightly into your back. McCree can’t keep his eyes open, not even to watch you swallow his length into your welcoming mouth. How can he when you’re honestly enjoying yourself by licking at his thickness like a lollipop?
You love how he feels and tastes and it shows. You moan and purr as you suck at his shaft and flick your tongue along the underside of his head, tasting the salt of his skin and the muskiness of his scent. There’s no other way to describe him other than masculine perfection, to be very honest. His spongy head throbs on your tongue as you suck languidly on him, teasing drip after drip of precum from his straining length.
“Please-!” McCree gasps as his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Please, don’t stop!” His husky drawl is airy and thick with his twang, sounding oh so seductive.
You hum, lifting your head off his cock with a sharp pop. “Stop?”
“Don’t stop,” he repeats himself, biting his lips and begging you to continue with his hazel eyes. “Please?”
Hmmm, you do like it when he begs like that. But you also want to continue watching your show; the commercial is over. “Maybe later.” You laugh off his pleading gaze as you sit back upright and cuddle into his side, pinning his legs down with yours and his hands to his sides with a stern command. “Be a good boy and keep quiet for me, okay? I want to hear the show.”
McCree digs his teeth into his lip, eyes already glued to your hand caressing and squeezing at his blushing cock. What show? The only show he’s aware of is the one happening in his lap, and the star of it is your hand languidly stroking the tip of his cock like it’s a worry stone.
After that day, you could swear that McCree’s libido goes into overdrive. Any time he sees you lounging in ‘his’ seat or even on the sofa, he starts to bite his lip and crawl over, trying to convince you to sit on his lap instead of whatever you were sitting on. It’s downright disruptive now, especially when he gets particularly demanding.
“Please, boss?” He pouts at you out of the corner of your eye as you scroll through your feed. “’m not gonna do anything.”
Ooo that’s a delicious photo. Wait, did he really say he’s not going to do anything while you’re in his lap? “And why don’t I believe you, huckleberry boy?” Eyes darting down to the twitching tent in his lap, you snort and nudge it with a foot. “Your third leg says otherwise.”
McCree bites his lip, his smouldering gaze glued to your toes pressing against his quickly hardening erection. “I ain’t ly-nggh-” His protest turns into a moan when you press harder, massaging lazily and rubbing your foot all over his monster cock.
“Oh really?” The way he devolves into a moaning mess just from that little bit of stimulation amuses you. Well, that and the way he keeps insisting that he just wants to feel you in his lap – nothing more, nothing less. “So if I were to just rub my butt all over your cock, you’re not going to do a thing?”
The cowboy gulps and humps your foot gently, keeping his hands behind his head like the good boy he is (sometimes). “No, boss.” He takes a moment to bite his lip and let it go slowly. “I ain’t gonna do ‘nything.”
Well, you’re going to take that as a challenge. You’re so very sure he can’t resist at least humping into your ass while you sit in his lap, if not fully begging you to touch him. “Really? Not even if I were to sit in your lap fully naked?” Handing him your phone to hold for a moment, you sling your leg over his hip to sit right in your rightful throne. He fits perfectly against you, the tops of his muscled thighs providing the most comfortable seat against your ass and thighs. His cock, now bulging out of his sweatpants obscenely, is nice and hot, a hard ridge for you to languidly rub your clit against.
McCree whimpers with an open mouth, his tongue lolling. Oh shit. Oh shit. What did he just get himself into- ah! This feels far more heavenly than your foot, he just- he just needs you to-
“Are you really sure you’re going to sit there, nice and pretty for me to look at, while I scroll through some really, really NSFW blogs, huckleberry boy?” You purr and plaster yourself against him from crotch to cheek, teeth tugging at his earlobe as you retrieve your phone from him. “Hm?”
Swallowing, McCree wets his dry lips and turns into your neck to pant into your skin needily. He kind of has what he wanted originally – you in his lap. But he really doesn’t want to stop here. He really doesn’t. And the only way to take this to the next level is to play your game. “I ain’t gonna move, boss.”
A cruel smile crosses your lips and you kiss him gently, sucking on his plush lower lip. “Really?”
McCree is panting loudly against your lips. “Yes, boss.”
“Okay,” you murmur, suddenly whipping your shirt off your body. “Let’s play.”
His chocolate eyes are glued onto your pert nipples, the curves of your breasts as they bounce with every wriggle of your body. “Boss-” he whimpers, chest heaving. “Boss.” Saliva fills his mouth.
You laugh, only making them sway and bounce even more in a hypnotising rhythm that has McCree completely ensnared. “Come now, huckleberry boy. You’re not possibly breaking now, are you? We haven’t even started yet.”
Fire flickers in his dark eyes and he swallows thickly, wrenching his attention away from your breasts. You’ve pricked his competitive spirit; he’s not going to go down easy if he has anything to say about it. “Nah, boss.” He smirks at you and laces his hands back behind his head from where they hovered over your hips. “You do your thing, boss. I’ll just- uh. I’ll just be sitting here.”
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