Tag: reaper/genji

feminization? genji. lil cyborg ninja in cute lacy lingerie and his top (jesse? reyes?) telling him how soft and wet his pussy is,,,, /sweating

“Easy, kid. Calm down.” Gabriel takes his hand from between Genji’s legs, bearing the cyborg’s weight as Genji’s heels dig into the bedding and he arches his spine impossibly.

He is hot to the touch; almost scalding where his metal parts press into Gabriel’s skin. He sobs, knees falling apart, tilting up his pelvis: offering his cunt for more; hoping Gabriel would put his big, rough hand back, cup the sticky mess between his thighs, let him come…

Genji’s voice is frayed with static, vents softly hissing as he tries to cool down.

Gabriel watches quietly, staring down the cyborg’s torso; pretty creamy-green panties so very much at odds with his artificially put-together limbs. He can just about see the dark, damp patch across his pubic mound.

“Such a sensitive little cunt you got, hm?”

Genji turns his head away, pressing his face against Gabriel’s shoulder. He doesn’t want to hear about how messy his body is, bus when one of Gabriel’s broad, blunt fingertips carefully tickles along the gash he can feel beneath the soaked fabric, Genji convulses again, lifting up into the touch immediately.

“Nobody has played with your pretty peach… what a waste.” Gabriel presses slow, self-indulgent kisses against Genji’s temple, using two fingers now to rub slowly along the swell of silicone lips.

His panties are clinging like wet silk, making it so very easy to spread his labia beneath them; let Gabriel find the swollen nub of his clit easily without having to get the pretty panties off just yet.

“Look how sensitive you are for me. Little girly-girl loves getting her cunt played with, hmm?” It is a little cruel, maybe. Genji hiccups in a mix of frustration and heartbreak, his knees shaking as he fights against his body’s need to sluttishly present.

“Hush, now. Hush. You’re doing so well. You want to come? Wanna show me how pretty you are when I rub you to orgasm?” Genji makes a low sound, voice glitching mildly, fingernails digging into the thick arm Gabriel has curled across his chest.

He slips the panties to the side, fingers sliding in the artificial slick, feeling how hot and silky Genji’s cunt feels.

He can only imagine how good it would be around his cock; stretched tight around the girth; Genji vibrating out of his skin. Next time, maybe. For now, he wants to see whether he can make the cyborg squirt.

For daddy kinks I’ve always liked Gabe being a daddy for his Blackwatch boys. It’s stressful, demanding, dirty business in BW where PTSD and burnout are constant problems, so he likes to take care of them by helping them unwind. They can just let go, leave it all behind, feeling safe and protected in his care because no matter what happens in the field he’ll always be there to bring them home.

Genji’s chin is lying in Gabriel’s hand; the only thing holding him up. His dark eyes are rolled up to watch his Commander’s face, their iris only a faint, glittering red.

He looks adoring; like he is not quite in this plane of existence; and when Gabriel reaches behind him with his other big hand, playing at some vital cables tucked into the nape of his neck, Genji’s eyes nearly roll up into his head.

“What a good boy you are,” Gabriel murmurs, shifting his knees apart, planting his elbow on his thigh to have a better grip on Genji’s jaw; cradling it until he is nearly holding his throat as well.

The cyborg is dropping more of his weight onto him; letting him carry all of it while Gabriel’s fingers slowly twist the thick cable within the socket. He could cause tremendous, crippling damange if he were to pull it out now, yet Genji almost goes cross-eyed with pleasure, gurgling vaguely behind his mask. He looks close to overloading and Gabriel hasn’t played with him for more than half an hour.

“You love it when Daddy takes his time with you, hm?” he murmurs, voice low and calm, twisting a bit more sudden; a bit more harsh at the cable.

Genji twitches as if in shock, eyes tearing up.

Angela has not yet modeled him a cock, but he is still capable of orgasms.

“Maybe we should wait for your brother… have him lick your little nodes until you overload…”

He lets go of the thick cables in Genji’s neck and slides around, pressing at the release mechanisms of his mask to pull it away. Genji is damn near drooling and snotty, mouth gaping softly as he enjoys the session, scarred, muscular body lax between Gabriel’s bracketing thighs.

“But you were such a good little boy for daddy,” he coos, hand going back to playing with Genji’s vital mechanisms after putting the mask to the side; “Such a good boy killing all those bad guys… You’re daddy’s pretty weapon, aren’t you?”

Genji is groaning low and drawn out. He nods – but only to turn his head and rub his face into Gabriel’s hand. Gabriel holds him; lets him wipe his wet mouth against the ball of his thumb.

He reaches towars the delicate little vents along his ribcage and blocks them with the pad of his thumb for small seconds; pressing down and releasing just as quickly because Genji doesn’t need much like this; just someone to play with his body; to croon at him low and soothing, even if it were just nonsense words.

Maybe he would go through the backlogs later – though Gabriel doubted it much.

He jerks with every little blockade of his vents, his mechanical whine gaining in desperation; urgency.

“You wanna come before your brother comes? He can make love to you later…”

Genji grunts, body slowly going taut; electricity practically crackling around him as his body primes itself for an orgasm.

“Yeah… good boy. Come for daddy. I’m so proud of you…”

“How are my darlings this fine morning?” Gabriel “training” Hanzo and Genji.

“How are my darlings this fine morning?” Low, pained groans greet him; indistinct and muffled through the gags they are wearing nowadays after losing talking privileges some time ago.

The harnesses they’re strapped into squeak softly as they squirm in the air, bloated bellies swaying. They look gorgeous filled with the slimy darkness he filled them with last night, faces drenched in sweat and sickly pale.

As Gabriel steps closer, Genji’s vents pop open, emitting a hissing cloud of steam before he sags into the bindings, kitten weak after the pathetic display.

“Good boys,” Reaper purrs fingers lifting their chins to look into their eyes as he focuses on moving the slimy mess their guts are filled with; pulsing, sick blackness pushing against every nook and cranny, filling out their most secret little spots. 

As he watches, Hanzo’s eyes widen a little more still, a new trickle of drool spilling from the stretched corner of his mouth as he suddenly comes onto the floor, cock jerking and flexing against the distorted curve of his belly.

When he’s done, he huffs like an animal, a certain kind of tranquility settling over his features. He nuzzles weak into Gabriel’s clawed hand and Reaper chuckles.

“That’s it. Just let it consume you, pet. It’s so much better than to fight it.”