#trans!genji

[matilted]

I Just thik Genji wearing a Miku binder is neat  👉👈 

[lostlegendaerie]

im obsessed with color overlays and the Hangzhou Spark skins

[rickastromega]

Hey guys!!!

Given that some people are still idiots trans genji is canon now, congrats 🎊!!!!!!🎈

[a-flower-that-writes]

Silver Lining

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His new body was strange. More than strange. He hated it and loved it at the same time. Hated how it made him feel, how it ached. Both phantom pains and the aches of metal attached to limbs not meant to carry the weight. Hated how long he was trapped in testing and research as his body was designed and built and rebuilt around and over him. Loved how he could walk. Could live. Free from his family and their clawing fingers.

But what was there of him to return too? He had the freedom he craved but gave up everything else for it. One prison for another, even if he tried to tell himself that this one was of his own choosing. What was a choice when faced with death?

Still, there was some brightness here. A silver lining as one might say. He thought perhaps he’d gotten that line from Mccree, must have as no one else would think of things in that manner. Funny how he would get that term from the man that embodied it. For all he had lost, he’d gained much in Mccree and his friendship.

For starters, he’d never had a reoccurring partner before. It was nice, having someone that knew him. Knew his quirks as much as his hang ups and he had a lot of hang ups now. Somedays he could not stand to be touched and others, he could not let go. Mccree rolled with both easily, never getting angry with him.

Today was a cling day, he’d suffered through training and a small battery of tests before refusing any more. Holding himself up in his quarters, he waited. It wasn't long before the door opened. Mccree had the codes and knew he could enter on days like today. He said nothing, huddled under a mound of blankets that did not seem to keep him warm.

There was shuffling before bare arms slid around his chest, the skin feeling scalding against him. He rolled over to press himself into that heat, soaking it up. Getting comfortable was an endeavor, metal cold against Mccree though his yelp just made Genji hide a smirk.

They settled down, limbs over and under and around. Genji feeling the warmth finally seep into his skin with a soft sigh. Mccree’s fingers trailed over his shoulder in what seemed like an idle pattern but if he concentrated, Genji could likely pick out a picture. One time it was a smiling cactus, the other a dick. He didn’t want to concentrate this time, he just let the feeling wash over him.

How long they lay there like that, he didn’t know. Long enough that he had warmed up clear through. Mccree was naked, he knew that much. An offer, one he could take or leave. Sometimes he only wanted to be held, drawing the warmth from the furnace of a man but this time? He shifted, leg sliding over Mccree’s hip and he smiled at the heartbeat under his cheek when it picked up.

Calloused fingers followed the curve of his calf, he could feel it and couldn’t at the same time. Shaking off the odd feeling, he focused on the path itself. Up to his thigh, squeezing before sliding higher.

His breath came in a soft sigh against a bare chest when those fingers finally touched soft folds, slick and warm. They barely moved, only enough for Mccree to slide inside slowly. They remained under the blankets, hips rolling so gently. Hardly enough to rock the bed.

The old Genji would never have had the patience for this, always striving for faster, for quicker but he’d learned patience whether he wanted it or not. This slowness, the focus on the rising pleasure rather then end itself was addictive. Mccree knew just how to bring him to the edge and keep him there in tingling bliss.

When they did finally end, unable to stay at that pinnacle forever, it was sweet. Sweet and aching and he felt it clear to his toes. Mccree made no move to leave, cock still snug inside for later. One of them would start the slow rocking, the other following the dance until they fell asleep.

Old Genji would never have found this and while there were a great many things he mourned the loss of, this was at least something. A silver lining he clung to.

[1800areyouslapping]

In celebration of Genji bein' confirmed 'intact', I was think about trans!genji and a scenario. Hanzo is fucking Genji in the pussy and jerking his little cock, and they're having a contest. Whoever cums first, loses. Sister shows up, taps her wrist (even though no one wears watches anymore) and says "hurry we got a thing to do". Genji's annoyed, because he was winning before (because of all the 'practice' he gets), but then he cums because Sister is watching. Hanzo does too. They cum together.

Genji’s got resolve and he will be the victor of this little game he’s playing with his brother. Hands hooked under his knees, he keeps them pulled back and spread, while he’s getting speared by his Anija. Hanzo putting forth an immense amount of effort, needing to be the best in everything, refusing to lose even when it comes to a trivial contest of “who can hold out the longest?” 

The more effort he puts into pounding Genji’s pussy, jerking his little cock, trying to give his little brother no choice but to bust, only proves to bring himself dangerously close to cumming. Unacceptable as finishing first would make him the loser. So he lets up just as Genji can swear he feels a swell arise in his cock, the muscles of Hanzo’s stomach pulling taught for a brief moment in which Genji thought he had won.   

“Cum now, brother,” Genji says with a wink and a sly smile. 

Hanzo growls out a refusal, but it’s painfully apparent that he remains teetering on the edge. The ruddiness of his chest, the beads of sweat along his hairline. All signs of imminent defeat for his big brother. Hanzo is putting all of his will and stubbornness into his dick, but Genji has the smug feeling it won’t be enough, even for how much of it Hanzo has. 

Genji decides it’s time to fight dirty, spreads his own legs wider, and clenches down on Hanzo’s cock. Groans out Hanzo’s name, and rolls his hips. Gets so into it that he feels a dangerous tug in his belly. Genji letting go of his devious plan to milk the cum from Hanzo’s cock quickly. Hanzo retaliates by pinching his fat clit with purpose, snaps his hips deep and fast.  

Genji is sure he’s on the road to victory now. Hanzo’s mouth dropping open, the fervent strokes he was giving him, faltering. But then a new player enters the game. His baby sister casually strolls into the room, looking annoyed and uncaring of the spectacle happening on the bed. Genji cranes his neck to look at you, his eyebrows raising with a question. 

You lean forward and tap your wrist. “We’re all waiting on you guys.” 

Oh, no, he thinks as he feels the sudden swell of pressure in his mound. Hanzo hasn’t acknowledged your presence, still hard focused on not losing. Not that it would matter much anyway, having a third party gaze is his weakness, not Hanzo’s. 

“Alright, alright,” Genji says out of breath, a telltale sign that he’s about to cum. “We’ll be there in a sec, Sis.” 

“No.” You cross your arms over your chest and plant your foot. “You guys need to come, now. We’re tired of waiting.”  

That’s it he’s done for, there’s not much he can do about it now. There are no instant replays in this kind of game. No way to tell who started to cum first. Both Genji and his brother let out shared groans and whimpers. Genji gritting his teeth, grasping at the sheets. Hanzo shooting his load inside of him, all seemingly in the same exact moment. 

You huff, seemingly proud of yourself, because you are. “Guess that makes me the victor, hmm?” Leaving Genji to wonder if there is anyone awaiting their presence at all. 

[berevityandquiet]

I NEED TO EDIT AND THEN THIS IS GOING ON THE AO3

HAVE SOME GOOD OL’ MCGENJI EATIN’-OUT

“You're so...gross.”

There's a wicked glint in Genji's eye, feral and wild; he's got both legs spread, one hand threading through the soft hair on his crotch, the other teasing his wet slit.

McCree sits between those legs on bated breath, his fingers tensing on Genji's thighs. The flesh is...surprisingly supple, dimpling under Jesse's grip. There will be bruises in the morning – Genji wants them.

“Are you really so greedy you'll eat anything you can get your mouth on? Really Jesse.” Genji plays up the exasperation, the quaver in his voice belaying any ill-borne feelings, “I feed you enough, are you really not satisfied?”

“Naw.” Jesse licks his lips, teasing the tip of his tongue on his canines, “Not when yer walkin' around like this, all wet 'n ready for me.”

Genji laughs cooly, “Who said it was for you? How presumptuous of you, to think I would let anyone so vulgar touch me.”

He wants to. He wants Jesse to touch him, he wants Jesse all over him, inside him, rocking him to his core and breaking him down so well. But what is the kill without a hunt?

“Cariño,” Jesse breathes, “C'mon baby, lemme just-”

Genji leans forward and presses a finger against Jesse's temple, just as Jesse's about to lean his head down.

“You can do better than that.” Genji's finger walks down Jesse's face, bopping him on the nose, “Beg me like a good boy and maybe I'll consider it.”

McCree huffs a laugh – Genji loves how husky his voice gets.

“Gorrión, por favor me amor.” He growls, rutting slowly against the bed. His breath is hot against Genji's slit, pink tongue just at the tip of his lips, “Permítame comen tu chocha.”

“You sweet talker.” A pearl of slick rolls against Genji's slit, down the fat lips – Jesse catches on the tip of his finger, rubbing the rough pad against the soft flesh. Genji groans, throwing his head back, gulping down air.

“I'll make you feel so good, gorrión.”

“You always do.” Genji tilts his hips upward in permission, looking down at Jesse with hazy eyes.

Jesse can't help but laugh as presses his mouth against that perfect slit. The first taste is like ambrosia, a perfect mix of bitter and sweet. Genji sighs, gripping the pillows with shaking hands.

McCree rolls his tongue in one, long swipe, trying to gather as much of Genji's slick as he can. He pulls back, a string of pre connecting him from Genji, his tongue lolling from his mouth like a dog.

“You are disgusting” Genji's hand shoots out and grips the back of Jesse's head, guiding him back down, “Mutt.”

“Your mutt,” Jesse rolls his tongue against Genji's cunt, mouthing at the delicious labia, pulling with this teeth. His mouth fits perfectly, like he was made for this – his tongue laps in strokes before dipping inside of the wet folds, into Genji's hole. He's so hot inside, perfectly tight around Jesse's tongue, “And don't you forget it.”

Genji squirms, huffing, hips jolting with every lick, every slurp – Jesse's nose is directly against his clit, only hitting it sparingly. His hands clutch the sheets – he's going to cum on Jesse's tongue or he's not going to cum.

Jesse's grip slacks for a second as he takes a moment to sit back and breath, lapping lazily at those fat lips, looking up at Genji like a dog waiting for a treat.

“Don't stop – why are you stopping?!” Genji could cry – Jesse always stops halfway through, a wicked little trick of his.

“'cause I like listenin' to you whine.” Jesse chuckles honestly, blowing against Genji's erect clit, “It's cute – hella cute. If I could, I'd record it and listen to it all day.”

“Jesse.” Genji whimpers, thighs starting to shake

“Patience – we got all night to get there. Why rush?”

“Fuck patience, I need you now!”

This time Jesse laughs outright, deep and loud, gripping Genji's thighs tighter and sitting up, practically bending Genji in half.

“Ya sing so well for me, gorrión.”

Jesse pounces, hot mouth on Genji in an instant. His tongue sinks in deep, licking at the velvet walls, his thumb pressing against Genji's clit. Genji shrieks, toes flexing in the air as Jesse eats him with a vengance, with the same hunger of a staving man.

“Oh Oh!” Genji's hands flail, looking for purchase – he opts to grab onto the headboard, “Right there! Right- right there, oh Jesse”

Jesse snarls, vibrating inside Genji – his tongue hits deep, wriggling and hot, so fucking hot. Genji shrieks, trying to will his hips from thrusting (they don't), his toes curling and twisting in the air.

“There, there there, there!!” He screams Jesse's name as he cums, splattering over Jesse's face. McCree laps at the source, sucking and licking and purring until it borders just shy of painful.

[rougaboo]

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[theanimecharacterreview]

Okay, so I have a question about the trans!Genji headcannon, because something about this doesn't make sense to me. I am okay with the idea of him being trans!male and being biologically feminine before, but why would he still have the lady parts now? If he was trans, wouldn't he take the opportunity of his body having to be completely rebuilt to become... biologically(?) male? No hate toward the headcannon, just a confused cis girl.