Rowdy howdy boi “studies” cuz I gotta draw him for some stuff. I don’t draw him that often so I really needed the practice! How’d I do? :0
Concept: Moira tying down Blackwatch Genji to force him through multiple orgasms to milk cum through his dick like a milk machine, and then pump it into until you get a bulge to test if his sperm are still healthy.
“Genji?!” You ask in alarm, immediately getting up to see what was wrong and to help him, but he pushes you back onto the bed and collapses into your lap, face down, groaning.
“…Genji?” Your alarm fades into concern, and you lightly rub his back. He makes a semi-pleased noise, otherwise not moving or saying anything. You continue to lightly rub his back, knowing he would talk when he wanted to.
Eventually he spoke.
“The mission… was rough.” He grumbles, sitting up. He removes his mask, setting it down on the night stand gently. Suddenly, his arms flash out, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his lap.
You yelp in surprise, never really getting used to his cybernetic enhancements. That man moved fast! He chuckles, nuzzling your neck, peppering you with kisses.
“But I feel better now that I am with you…” He smirks as you roll your eyes. He then continues to tell you about the mission as you turn around so you are straddling his lap, combing your fingers through his messy hair. Genji gives you small kisses through out the story, making you blush.
Eventually, Genji tires out, rolling over and trapping you under him.
“I love you…” He murmurs.
You laugh softly. This man had crazy mood changes sometimes. But you loved him still.
“I love you more…!” You reply, waiting for the reply, kissing his neck lightly.
“I love you most.” He grins, kissing you full on the lips before you both fall asleep, Genji’s arms wrapped around you protectively.
(I am sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for exactly, it was also kinda rushed! So sorry!)
Ho boy *cracks knuckles* Haven’t done a good hurt comfort in a while.
McCree
Most days he gets a little twinge that he can ignore, but some mornings he wakes up panicking when he doesn’t see his flesh arm on that side. A tiny bit of phantom pain and PTSD combined, he reckons. Still, sometimes it gets too much and he just curls up in bed on his good side and rides out the pain. On occasion, he’ll break out the pain pills he’s squirrelled away from the infirmary just to stop the fire in that arm.
On those days, he prefers not to be touched and would rather hide in a warm, dark corner away from the world. He doesn’t mind if you join him in that hidey-hole, but he doesn’t want you to come too close. Too afraid of lashing out, he claims. Well, that and he doesn’t want you to see him in that state. In times like this, your voice calms him greatly and he’ll ask you about your day just to keep his mind off of his own horrible day. On really bad days when it hits him particularly hard, he just wants to be left alone.
McCree doesn’t want you to touch him when he’s like this. Literally anything that touches his left side becomes ice and pins and needles, like his skin is trying to crawl away from his body. As a result, he just jams himself somewhere that minimises contact with his skin. But when he does feel better, he’ll crawl over to you and hide his face in your lap so he can start to calm down. Like this, he’s okay with his hair being fiddled with, although his scalp is still tingly.
Bit by bit, as he calms down, he becomes more and more touchy-feely. He begins to nuzzle your thighs and wipe off his tears and snot (ew) so that he looks semi-presentable.
Genji
Genji’s phantom pains hit him a lot more frequently than McCree’s, but he’s learned to deal with it over the years. It’s hard not to when your whole body’s been through the wringer. You’ll find him rubbing over his armour whenever it hits him as though it’ll ease his pain. Sometimes it makes him worse because he can’t get to his joint or skin to rub away the ache. The level of his trauma is so great that he gets massive pains whenever he sees someone else injured to the extent that he was.
Like McCree, Genji would prefer not to be touched when there’s a particularly bad day. At all. He doesn’t even want company and would retreat to the roofs and rafters of the base in order to hide. And when that happens, there’s no point to finding him unless he wants to be found. Unless that’s you, in which case there are only a couple of places he can be. But you never push him and as a result, he always comes to you when he finally wants comfort.
It’s very hard to see Genji at his lowest point because he tends to turn tail and run when he feels he’s too weak or too vulnerable. His first instinct is always to protect himself, and unfortunately, it’s hard to change that instinct. Still, you’re very understanding and as a result, he knows to come to you once he’s calmed down enough to think rationally. He will still avoid physical contact despite being clad in armour from tip to toe, but he will sit close enough to steal some warmth from you.
After a while, Genji’s as calm as he can get and crawls into your lap. He ensures that he makes up for however long he spent hiding from you in the way of affection – both for himself and for you. You might find some wet spots from his tears on your shirt or the inside of his mask, but he’ll never admit that his pain makes him cry.
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