Men In Your Dungeon

Reinhardt - Cuddles

Reinhardt sits quietly by the window in his room, the nest on the floor perfect for him to recline against as he finally finishes polishing his armour. The gunmetal grey gleams in the afternoon sun, and he smiles as he carefully piles it away. Just in time, too, as you saunter through the open door and nudge his arms aside to crawl into his lap.

He takes a pillow from behind him and tucks it against the back of your thighs so you aren't bothered by his ankles as you sit. You smile in appreciation, pecking his lips, as you make yourself comfortable. A book dangles from your hands as your hand braces on his shoulder for balance.

Reinhardt looks at the book in curiosity, noticing the title. Ah, your favourite book.

He adjusts himself, wrapping his arms around you to shelter you within his bulk. With your legs over one thigh and your back braced against his opposite arm, you're content, and you purr with satisfaction as you lean against his barrel chest.

You hold out the book to him, thumb tucked into a section, and tell him to hold it for you. It's a thick book, and he's not surprised you asked him to help. Craning your neck will turn painful after a while if you had to stare down into your lap.

His hand encompasses almost the entirety of the hardback book, and he cradles it easily. Your own slips onto the back of his, for support, for comfort, he doesn't quite care save for the fact that you're touching him. The other turns the pages as you read.

Reinhardt sighs happily and rests back against the pillows, enjoying your sweet weight in his lap and your warmth in his arms. He's not doing anything but dozing with you around, but he won't trade this for anything else in the world.