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He loves you, he loves you, he loves you so very much! Reinhardt is gentle and patient with you because he hopes that, one day, you can return that love. To gain your affection, he is nothing but sweet. As your time spent with the old Crusader goes on, you nearly get too comfortable and forget just how much he is capable of with such an imposing physique. Sometimes, on days when you misbehave or push one too many of his buttons, he puts his strength to good use and subtly reminds you of the things he could do to you with a minimal amount of effort. He’ll yank your arm a little too harshly, squeeze your limbs a little too tightly. Of course, you’re not so daft that you don’t see what he’s doing; his tactics scare you, and they’re a quick fix to get you to easily submit.
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Reinhardt was patient, but not so patient that you should have expected him to be satisfied with just hugs and kisses. They amused him, for a little while at least, but a passionate man like him needed more affection than that. He wanted something you still weren’t willing to give.
He wasn’t subtle about his desire either. It started with a warm grin and some crude suggestions, and you could only answer with a fake smile and playful but polite refusal. When he became a little more aggressive in his approach, kissing your neck and slipping his hands down your pants without warning, you had to be a little more assertive. Unsurprisingly, Reinhardt wasn’t too pleased.
You should have just given in to him. If you had, there would have at least been the hope that he’d be gentle. This was going to happen no matter what you did, and you had to go and pick the harder way.
Reinhardt had you straddling his lap to give the illusion that you were in control, but his vice grip on your leg betrayed his dominance. You bit back sobs as he spoke to you in a gentle voice that was completely dissonant with the way he was handling you. “Tell me what you want, liebling. I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”
It was a blatant fucking lie, and you would have said so if he hadn’t broken you to this point. With how painfully he was squeezing your leg and the terrifying knowledge that he could break your bones with minimal effort, you saw no other option but to go along with his manipulative play. Just as you parted your trembling lips to speak, the only sound you managed was an anguished cry when his fingers abruptly curled even tighter.
“Oh dear, look at you. You want it so badly you’re shaking,” he cooed, knowing damn well you were shaking for an entirely different reason. He leaned forward to press soft kisses against your cheek, which was damp with tears. “You yearn for me that much?”
“Y-yes,” you choked out finally, hoping it would get him to let go of you already. His grip lightened, but you hadn’t done enough to earn your freedom just yet. Nodding desperately, you threw your palms against his chest in what you hoped came off as wanton need and not agony, as in fact it had been. “Reinhardt, p-please. I want you s-so badly…”
A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest, and you felt the vibrations against your hands. The hand wrapped around your leg finally relented to rest gently on your waist, giving you a brief moment of reprieve. However, he soon targeted your other leg, forcing you to bite your bottom lip to keep from crying out. “What do you want me to do? You must be specific, darling.”
Reinhardt was going to have mangled both your legs before you could even give him what he wanted. You almost wanted to beat your fists against his chest to cope with the pain, but you didn’t want to seem like you were fighting him. You saw now what continued disobedience would get you, and you weren’t interested in defying him any longer. “Fuck me, please! I-I want you to fuck me, Reinhardt!”
His gentle smile quirked up slightly, turning it into a soft, satisfied smirk. He released your leg and started removing your clothes, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips after pulling your shirt off over your head. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
You were trembling still, unable to move the way you needed to in order for him to get your pants and underwear off. He had to pick you up by the waist as he tugged the clothing down your legs, and you shut your eyes tight so you wouldn’t see what he’d done to you. He set you back down to presumably rid himself of his own clothing, but he stopped with his fingers on his belt. When you looked up at him, you found his gaze resting expectantly on you. He was waiting for an answer. Swallowing thickly, you pathetically replied, “I’m so sorry, I… I was shy.”
Apparently satisfied with your response, he undid his belt with a pensive hum. Reinhardt pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock, which was achingly hard already. You paled at both the size and the realization that nearly breaking your legs had been arousing to him. If that was all it took, you wondered what else he’d be willing to do to really get himself off. His massive hand grabbed you by the waist to lift you up slightly, positioning the tip of his cock at your dry entrance. The motion nearly had you squealing out in protest, but his firm grip on your pelvis shut you up almost instantly. “There is no need to be shy, mein liebe. This is natural. And I will give you relief.”
Relief was the last thing he was giving you when he began forcing himself in. Your body rejected the dry intrusion, and you wondered if that pain outweighed the pain of your hipbone nearly shattering under the force of Reinhardt’s thumb. You batted at him frantically as fresh tears rolled down your face. “W-wait! You’re moving too quickly, can’t you p-prep me first?”
Your plea was met with a low chuckle as he bucked his hips, burying himself deeper at the same time his hands returned to your mutilated legs. This time you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming, now that your nerves were being assaulted with painful stimuli in all different areas. You already felt so stretched, so full, and Reinhardt wasn’t even halfway inside. His smile was more smug than anything as he retorted, “But if you want it so badly, why waste any time? I can’t stand the thought of leaving you aching with need for much longer.”
You shut your eyes tight and squeezed out a few more tears, your trembling hands coming to rest on his wrists. The touch only made him grip tighter, and you were certain you could feel your bones cracking under his inhuman strength.
Reinhardt sighed and moaned, his half-lidded eyes drinking in the anguish on your face. He leaned forward to kiss the tears off of your cheeks and to whisper something in your ear. Under different circumstances, it could have been a blissed out murmur of pleasure, a simple, sweet nothing. Here, it was a taunt. A reminder that you were solely responsible for everything that was happening to you. “We should have done this sooner.”