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Casually slides in...

Jesse locking onto Hanzo's neck, aggressively scenting him not only to surround himself in his comforting scent but also to make him smell like home. Practically hanging off of Hanzo to mix their scents and prepare them for a long night of cuddling and scenting (that will likely lead to more intimacy) in the giant ass nest Jesse has made out of all of Hanzo's clothes. Hanzo is like "Babe, I love you so much and I missed you too, but can I please have a clean pair of underwear." Jesse refuses. "That underwear or no underwear at all, Darlin'." Hanzo not so secretly loves the affection.

This started out filthy in my head but then it jumped to stupid domestic shit like McCree aggressively bundling up in cozy and comfortable clothes, hoarding protein bars, and leaning into every alpha’s space because the touch/scent of a friendly/familiar one is inherently soothing even when it’s strictly platonic.

Him being absolutely Bamboozled™ when previously aloof alpha Hanzo ‘too cool for this pack’ Shimada starts doing things like casually draping an extra blanket around him on movie night, sliding him more food at dinner, and bringing him snacks and Gatorade when he’s at the range

Genji, on the sidelines, ugly laughing: ANIJA OH MY GOD

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YESSSS GIMME THAT SICK OMEGA MCCREE like ok. u think he likes eatin ass? give me this boy in heat absolutely gagging for it, even strokin his chest by himself will get him hot n bothered. oh and boy howdy is he LOUD. hes so loud he has to just bite into a pillow as hard as he can, stuff his own metal fingers in his mouth so he can bite down. he can suck it up enough to do his job but imagine him n hanzo on a mission together and its a slow one and they sneak off to help this poor cowboy. <3

B O I you know this cowboy’s a randy little beast once you get him going You bet your butt (haha) he loves eating ass, gets turned on AF just having Hanzo ride his face. He loves his own ass getting ate out almost as much, will play with his own chest at the same time and whimper and whine like he’s hurt. And HELL YESSSSS I love loud AF McCree, that’s my fuckin JAM, not only is he noisy but he can’t shut up, just babbles like hell between the groans and cries. He’s got an oral fixation a fucking MILE wide- he’ll bite the pillow, his own arm, his partner’s shoulder, and will happily suck on fingers or a cock. It only succeeds in muffling him a little, but boy does he try.

Oh man, he and Hanzo getting stuck on a mission that lasts longer than they thought, overlapping McCree’s heat.He’s a smart man, has his backup suppressants, but his heats are notoriously bad and they usually lay him out flat. He tries to work through it, sweating up a storm and trying to breathe through the cramps, squirming to try and get rid of the itch beneath his skin and whining every time he catches a whiff of Hanzo. Folks can probably fuckin smell the ridiculous amounts of pheromones he’s putting off from like. Down the street. And when Hanzo locks down all the safe house doors and turns on him with a possessive snarl, McCree absolutely soaks his sweatpants through with slick like oh damn 👀💦

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I need more smart McCree, because the fandom’s just put him on simmer and reduced him to bumbling cowboy who shoot nice. 

Give me mechanic McCree, who used to ride and repair motorcycles. Who knows the inner workings of a variety of Omnic builds and can do quick on site fixes to their Omnic/cyborg companions. He knows how to fix, and drive just about any vehicle he comes across, both due to the pressure to learn back in Deadlock, and the education he received in Blackwatch. 

Give me a McCree who’s Deadeye isn’t some supernatural ability he was born with, or just wicked stupid luck, but precisely calculated and practiced moves. Who’s so good at following his target with hand eye coordination, and taking in the wind and angle factors into firing, along with the recoil from his gun and where he needs to hold and fire, that he can take down six enemies in a second. 

Give me a McCree who knows guns inside and out. How to disassemble and reassemble them in seconds, and can use a variety of weapons with ease. Who’s not just a sharpshooter with his peacekeeper, but can rival Widow and Hanzo with a sniper rifle or bow. Who can pick up any teammate’s weapon and use it to help get them out of the pickle they found themselves in. A McCree who would hands down grab Mercy’s staff and get to fucking work helping his team while she’s down. 

Give me a McCree who used to work with horses back on his family’s ranch, and knows how to ride professionally. He has such steady footing you can find him strolling across a floating log in in a river. He knows how animals think and work, and how to take care of them.

Give me a McCree who used to work for tips at the diner down in Route 66 on his off time, who knows how to cook a damn good meal on nothing but scraps and a quarter. Who understands not everyone has the same taste as him and can adjust his recipes as needed so everyone’s happy. 

Give me a McCree who’s an actual covert ops agent, who can get through the busiest bases, and flank without a damn sound. Who, back in Blackwatch, they had to give him a pair of spurs so he’d stop sneaking up on everyone because of how silent he became during training. Who’s accuracy in taking down enemies from the inside reflects Reyes’ standards for his agents. That he’s not just a hothead who goes in howling, that he’s the top dog they trained him to be. 

This cowpoke could be so fleshed out, but people just play him as a joke. Do Jesse better. 

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mchanzo mpreg fic, rated t, bit of wholesome body worship. 

when mccree gets a little insecure about his body changes, hanzo is ready to remind his husband how wonderful he is. 

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Jesse in a bad heat, writhing in his bunk and whining to be bred and filled with a big knot to keep him sated 👀

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i know nothing about ropes except mccree looks good in them

(tumblr hecked up so mobile links might be a bit weird, its meant to be on my nsfw blog sapphic-dynamite but it might take u to my frog blog instead ??? )

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me reading fic i wrote a year ago:

me reading fic i wrote 6 months ago:

me reading fic i wrote last week:

me thinking about writing more fic very soon because i love writing even if the end product isn’t always what i envisioned it to be because the process of creation is one of the most sublime experiences a human can have:

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Jesse McCree is a lot of things

But father material isn’t one of them. Upon Hanzo’s request, he finally went to Angela about his nasty flu not letting up after three weeks, spending most of his days vomiting in the bathroom and sleeping it off in their shared bed.

Jesse had waved it off at first, claiming he didn’t get sick often but when he did, it always came full force. But Hanzo wasn’t having it with his excuses anymore, spending yet another morning holding back Jesse’s hair as he spent what little remained in his stomach into the toilet , sweat shining across his skin and breathing labored as he took a bile tinged breath.

“Maybe you’re right, Han. Can you shoot Ange a message that I’ll be over in a tick?” Hanzo left him with a gentle rub on his back as he went to send Angela said message and Jesse closed his eyes and rested his heated skin on the cool porcelain in front of him. He doubted it was anything but a nasty case of the flu, his body possibly not used to the different strain floating around in the warm Gibraltar climate. He couldn’t help but worry slightly that it could be something more, his smoking catching up to him, his drinking finally taking a toll on his poor liver, but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind as he made to get up and be a little more presentable for Angela.

He turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face, rinsing off any remaining sickness caught in the corners of his mouth as well as rinsing the inside of his mouth to rid himself of the acidic bile that had become an unfortunate commodity within the last few weeks. He looked up at the mirror and grimaced at the dark circles under his eyes and the unhealthy pallor of someone who hadn’t been getting enough nutrients. He was drying his face when Hanzo came back in to let him know Angela was expecting him.

With that, he shrugged on a clean t-shirt and jeans and made his way to the medbay, Hanzo in tow, concern present on his face. They made it there quickly, entering to see Angela setting out a couple of items for Jesse’s visit. She started with the basics, checking his eyes, ears, heartbeat, asking him little questions that could lead her to the cause of his illness until Angela was left perplexed.

“You don’t have any physical symptoms of the flu that I can see other than your nausea and fatigue…I have one more thing I’d like to test just to make sure though. I’ll just need to collect a urine sample from you.” Once she had the cup of urine, she went to the back room of the medbay for a few minutes and came back with an unreadable expression.

“What is it Ange, did you find something?” Jesse turned his head to Hanzo’s, hands linked as they shared a look of confusion at the doctor’s furrowed brow. “Jesse, did you stop taking your suppressants?” Jesse’s confused look turned to one of panic as he understood what she was insinuating. “Haven’t missed one since the recall. You know how bad my cycles get.” Hands shaking, he subconsciously rubbed at his stomach as he clenched his hand in Hanzo’s grasp. “You ain’t saying what I think you’re saying, are you?”

“I’m afraid so. You’re currently pregnant, about 6 weeks if your last heat is any indication.” Hanzo stiffened as the words were said, eyes widening as he looked down at Jesse’s stomach, hand still absentmindedly rubbing at the invisible swell of his pup growing underneath. He was going to be a father. Both of them were. Joy began to take over at the prospect of pups, HIS pups, the alpha in him beaming at the fact that he successfully bred his sweet omega and that they were going to start a family together.

In his joy, Hanzo missed out on the short breathes that were coming from Jesse, tears pricking at his eyes at the thought of pups growing inside of him. “How…..how is this possible?” He looked up to Angela just as the first tears began to fall, face screwing up in a twist of anguish and fear as he began to sob. Hanzo immediately went to console him, concern quickly replacing his joy as he murmured sweet phrases to try and calm his lover down.

“Love, what’s the matter, what troubles you? I am here, I will always be here for you, don’t fret, shhh, shhh.” Jesse’s sobs diminished into weak hiccups as he gathered his voice again. “I can’t be pregnant, I can’t be a father, I….I can’t do this!” Jesse threw his head in his hands as his cries picked up again, shoulders shaking violently as he tried to breathe through the great, heaving sobs.

Hanzo looked to Angela, who had stepped back to give the pair some privacy, eyes full of worry for his mate. Angela stepped back to try and help, a vial ready in one hand. “Jesse, you need to calm down, or you could hurt the child or yourself with the stress. Do you want a gentler?” At the mention of a gentler, Jesse went rigid and his cries quieted to occasional sniffles as his voice cracked out a whispered, “please, please no. I’ll be good, I promise…..I’ll be good…”

At that, Hanzo nuzzled his mate, scenting him and brushing through his hair as he tried to calm him down by reminding him that he was safe, he was here. He had seen Jesse zone out like this, caught in flashbacks of his time in Deadlock, and scenting was always a way to help ground him. After a few minutes, Jesse’s breath evened out and he fell asleep against Hanzo’s frame, unconsciously trembling ever so often.

“You all have a lot to talk about. Go take him back to your room to rest and talk to him when he wakes up. I’ll be here for you both when you’re ready.” With that, Angela made her way back to her office, leaving Hanzo with a pitied smiles and sad eyes. He carried Jesse back to their shared room and laid him on the bed, curling around him, trying to cover as much skin as possible. They had a lot to discuss. 

When Jesse woke up, he was surrounded by warmth and snuggled his way into the source, the comforting scent making him smile. He let out a content hum as arms tightened around his waist, Hanzo’s head shifting to look down at him. Jesse looked back up, content features shifting to a slight frown as he took in Hanzo’s tired smile and sad eyes, then he went still as he remembered their visit with Angela. “How are you feeling, anata? Do you need anything?” Jesse shook his head as he buried himself back into Hanzo, throat constricting as he fought back another panic attack. “’m sorry Han.” Hanzo began stroking Jesse’s back, letting off a comforting scent to help keep Jesse calm. “Dearest, you have nothing to be sorry for. If this is too much for you, we can go about…fixing it." 

His voice wavered at that, the idea of terminating the pregnancy saddening him, but this was Jesse’s decision, and if he wasn’t ready then he would support him no matter what. Jesse trembled at his kind words as he caught his breathe again. "Did you know I was pregnant before? Back in Blackwatch?” Hanzo’s breathing stopped at that, his grip on Jesse tightening as he prepared for what he was sure to be a woeful tale. “We were stationed out on Route 66, y'know, where they picked me up back when I was just a little shit of a kid.” He shuddered as he thought about Deadlock, continuing shakily. “Well, some members must’ve recognized me through my undercover disguise and told the higher ups, ‘cuz we were ambushed one night. Lost two men before they got to me, pulled a bag over my eyes and knocked me out real quick.” Tears sprang to his eyes at the memory and he sniffled into Hanzo’s chest as he tried to get impossibly closer, chasing the comfort of his mate. 

“When I woke up, I was still blindfolded but they had me chained to a bed by my ankles and my hands tied behind my back. They must’ve bathed me and shit while I was out because I was clean and redressed in some disgusting lingerie with fucking toys inside of me.” He began full on shaking as the tears kept falling, Hanzo nuzzling the top of his head as tears of his own began to form. “I waited in there alone for what seemed like hours before someone even came into the room. Turns out that one of the fuckers that I used to work with escaped the Blackwatch raid and took over Deadlock to rebuild. And he wanted me as his 'omega bitch’ to replenish the numbers that I helped destroy." 

Jesse’s voice started cracking, but he kept talking, hiccups interrupting every few words. "He forced me to take medicine to keep me in h-heats, to help it catch easier. And he took me, every single day, even after he found out that his pups were growing in me. He even let some of the other members in on it, called me the gang fu-fucktoy.” His chest was heaving by then, choking on his own tears and did his best to continue. “Blackwatch rescued me about 5 months into it, took down the gang to its last disgusting member. They took me into medical immediately, but they wouldn’t terminate the pregnancy because of the weakened state I was in. I had agreed to put them up for adoption as soon as they were born, spending most of my days meeting with doctors and psychs as they monitored me, probably trying to make sure I didn’t off myself." 

His cries had settled into occasional sniffles, tears still falling steadily but silently. "I’d be a liar if I didn’t think about it more than once. But I kept on, until the day I went into labor, it was long, and messy, and painful, and by the end of it all, all I had was a near death experience from losing so much blood, and two dead pups, strangled by their own umbilical chords." 

 He finally went quiet at that, waiting for Hanzo to say something, say anything to end the awkward silence that had taken over. Hanzo gathered him up in his arms, bringing him so he was lying on his chest and face level with him as he kissed Jesse’s tears away, holding onto him as tightly as he could as though he feared he would vanish from his very arms. "My sweet, darling Jesse, I can’t begin to express how prey I am that you had to go through that. If I had the he chance, I would end the lives of those who hurt you several times over, each more painful than the last for daring to lay a hand on you. You are worth so much love and admiration, please know that.” Hanzo began to kiss his tears up to his eyes, trailing across his face to his cheeks and forehead. “If you are not ready for this, if you are never ready for this, I will always be here, to love you, to cherish you, to support you until we are no longer of this Earth, Jesse McCree.” He landed his last kiss to meet with Jesse’s own lips, willing Jesse to understand the level of his love. 

“I would follow you to the ends of this Earth. I love you more than you could ever know.” He nuzzled himself into the mating mark he made oh so long ago, kissing it gently then baring his neck as a sign of submission for his omega. Jesse picked up on it and nuzzled into the returned mark on Hanzo’s own neck as he cracked a small smile. “I’m not sure what I want to do yet darlin’…but I’m glad to know that you’re here for me.” He thought more on the idea of having little Shimada pups running around, more dragons entering the family and keeping him and Hanzo on his toes. His hand went back to his stomach again, feeling for something to small to notice when he felt Hanzo’s hand cover his own. 

 Maybe, he thought.

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Send me some numbers and a character name and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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When Reyes takes him to his quarters he silent

Head turned down, arms straight at his sides. Submissive, “like a proper omega s'posed to be.” His pa always was such an old fashioned hardass about this stuff. But he couldn’t fuck this up, or he’d be heading for the slammer before he could say “draw!”

Reyes says nothing as he leads him down yet another identical hallway and stops in front of one of the generic room doors. He types in the code and the door wooshes open, both of them stepping inside and the door closing behind them, causing Jesse to jump slightly.

Sweat starts to gather at the back of Jesse’s neck as he realized he’s alone in this room with an Alpha-and a super soldier one at that. There’s no way he could refuse him, as if he even had the right to.

Reyes kept on with the tour, talking about expectations and schedules to keep, but it was in one ear and out the other with Jesse, his heart racing as he began to unbutton the simple plaid shirt they had found for him as they were waiting for his uniform to come in.

He had slipped the shirt off and dropped it to the floor before Gabriel even noticed what he was doing, brows furrowing in confusion and then horror as Jesse bared his neck to his new commander, trembling violently as tears began to form in the corner of his eyes.

“McCree, what do you think you’re doing?” Jesse shivered as he spoke, tone coming off as soothing rather than intimidating, but it did nothing to calm his tremors. “Gotta…gotta pay you back somehow, ain’t got no right being here and I ain’t got nothing but the skin on my back. So how do you want me?” His voice hitched at the end, a rebellious tear making it’s way down his face before he rubbed it quickly away, determined to pay his dues and make no fuss.

“McCree, for gods sake please put your shirt back on, we don’t do that shit here. In fact, if anyone ever, EVER tries to pull that shit with you, you come to me directly, do you understand?” Gabriel’s eyes were wide with concern as he watched Jesse pick his shirt up with trembling hands, choking back relieved sobs as a few stray tears made it past his eyes.

“I don’t know what they tried to pull in Deadlock, but you’re safe within these walls. And…if you need to talk to somebody or-” “I’m FINE,” Jesse interrupts as he buttons up his shirt. “Only the weak need to talk to people, and I ain’t weak. The weak don’t survive in this world.”

With that, Jesse is silent again, head bowed slightly as he refuses to make eye contact with Reyes. He knows this isn’t the end of the conversation but he prays Reyes will let this one go for now at least. And thankfully he does.

Maybe he can do this. Maybe he can survive.

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@misterstereodream I heard someone called me out for sad headcannons, buckle your fuckin seat belts y'all IM GOING INTO HYPERDRIVE

The first time Jesse McCree gets pregnant, he misscarries

It happens just a couple of weeks into the second term, room already adjusted to fit him, Hanzo, and their soon to be new arrival.

But life is fickle like that. Comes and goes in an instant, no qualms about the pain and suffering one might leave behind. Even if they never truly made it into the world.

It seemed like everything was going great and the pregnancy was healthy, officially being off the field and working internally for the remainder of his pregnancy, until he woke up one day, crying out at the sharp pains in his abdomen and clutching himself, waking up Hanzo beside him. And while Hanzo is scrambling to get Angela, Jesse just sits there, clutching his stomach and crying silently because he knows.

Angela tells them it’s likely due to several things, from Jesse’s lifelong smoking and drinking (that he’d dropped cold turkey once they’d found out) to his stressful upbringing as an omega that could have caused certain developmental issues.

The next few weeks are the hardest for the pair, tests and checkups from Angela dominating most of their time to ensure Jesse’s health. But on top of that, Jesse feels so empty, grief nipping at his subconscious as he lies in bed and stares at the ceiling for yet another day.

Hanzo has tried to soothe his lover, suggesting small trips to the beach and making Jesse’s favorite foods, putting on his favorite movies but he just can’t seem to reach past his grief addled mind. And Jesse feels so guilty, knowing Hanzo is grieving himself but he can pull past this fog of apathy protecting his emotions from spilling through.

And yet Hanzo is still so patient with him, so loving and caring, helping him through once mundane tasks that now seem like they would take a days worth of energy.

The rest of the team comes by, words of condolences held at the tips of their tongues and replaced by supportive actions that help bring Jesse back to himself.

They decide to hold a small funeral for their unborn child, their daughter. They had originally planned on having the baby’s gender be a surprise but they couldn’t bear to not know what could have been, asking Angela only a few days after the incident.

The small gravestone was made of a polished white marble with delicate lettering spelling out “Maya McCree-Shimada Beloved Daughter, Niece, and Grandchild A Gift of Pure Love, Forever Missed”

It was like closure, the pain never quite leaving but becoming manageable as he took back his role as the resident gunslinger of Overwatch. Some days were harder than others, but with Hanzo and his chosen family behind him, he would be okay.

For her.

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The first time Jesse McCree gets pregnant, he misscarries

It happens just a couple of weeks into the second term, room already adjusted to fit him, Hanzo, and their soon to be new arrival.

But life is fickle like that. Comes and goes in an instant, no qualms about the pain and suffering one might leave behind. Even if they never truly made it into the world.

It seemed like everything was going great and the pregnancy was healthy, officially being off the field and working internally for the remainder of his pregnancy, until he woke up one day, crying out at the sharp pains in his abdomen and clutching himself, waking up Hanzo beside him. And while Hanzo is scrambling to get Angela, Jesse just sits there, clutching his stomach and crying silently because he knows.

Angela tells them it’s likely due to several things, from Jesse’s lifelong smoking and drinking (that he’d dropped cold turkey once they’d found out) to his stressful upbringing as an omega that could have caused certain developmental issues.

The next few weeks are the hardest for the pair, tests and checkups from Angela dominating most of their time to ensure Jesse’s health. But on top of that, Jesse feels so empty, grief nipping at his subconscious as he lies in bed and stares at the ceiling for yet another day.

Hanzo has tried to soothe his lover, suggesting small trips to the beach and making Jesse’s favorite foods, putting on his favorite movies but he just can’t seem to reach past his grief addled mind. And Jesse feels so guilty, knowing Hanzo is grieving himself but he can’t pull past this fog of apathy protecting his emotions from spilling through.

And yet Hanzo is still so patient with him, so loving and caring, helping him through once mundane tasks that now seem like they would take a days worth of energy.

The rest of the team comes by, words of condolences held at the tips of their tongues and replaced by supportive actions that help bring Jesse back to himself.

They decide to hold a small funeral for their unborn child, their daughter. They had originally planned on having the baby’s gender be a surprise but they couldn’t bear to not know what could have been, asking Angela only a few days after the incident.

The small gravestone was made of a polished white marble with delicate lettering spelling out “Maya McCree-Shimada Beloved Daughter, Niece, and Grandchild A Gift of Pure Love, Forever Missed”

It was like closure, the pain never quite leaving but becoming manageable as he took back his role as the resident gunslinger of Overwatch. Some days were harder than others, but with Hanzo and his chosen family behind him, he would be okay.

For her.

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I am disappointed and disgusted at the lack of bottom mccree in the mcgenji, mchanzo, and mcreyes tags

Let that boy bottom. It’s his right as an American and will not stand for anything less

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@skyhighty3142 brought this up and I’m in love with it:

McCree who fuckin loves gettin his ass played with. Sure he’s got that beautiful big ol thick McDick™, but grab his ass or tease his hole a bit and he melts like putty He’s so used to taking a dominant and/or role because everyone wants that champion cock (even though not everyone can actually take it), so when someone takes over and goes for his thicc ass, he’s McWeak

Someone eat this vaquero out like a buffet, make him drool for a good fuck 👏👏👏

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Some omega!McCree headcannons

Parents died from crossfire between Deadlock and another gang

Deadlock won fight and decided to ransack the house because ‘might as well get some reward out of it’

They find little 13 year old jesse cowering under a table, scared out of his mind

Decide he’s old enough to be useful and drag him back to base on Route 66

Years go by and Jesse hones his skills and becomes one of their top shots by age 15

Presents as an omega shortly after turning 16, much to everyone’s surprise

Spitfire punk with the attitude of a hungry rattler presenting as an omega??

People begin to treat him differently, the gang being made up of almost exclusively alphas and betas-the only omegas being mates of some of the higher ups (and not treated very well)

This only pisses Jesse off, doing everything four times as hard just to prove himself as 'not some useless breeder’

Doesn’t stop some of the other members from being disgustingly lewd and raunchy towards him

A few get too big for their britches and decided to 'pay Jesse a little visit’ in his quarters close to one of his heats. Only one leaves with his dick still attached to his body, and the others leave him alone after that

He’s still treated like shit by most of the other members, especially the alphas, but that doesn’t stop him from climbing to be the best of the best of Deadlock

Finally feeling like he could be something more than his omega status, Overwatch comes in and turns his whole life around, starting by arresting nearly everyone in the gang, including himself

He finds himself handcuffed to a blank metal table, blood dripping from his nose and a black eye forming while sitting across from the most intimidating alpha he has ever seen

“Let’s make a deal, kid. Either you join us, or you can rot in jail with whoever survived. And judging by your scent, I don’t think you want to be at the mercy of a dozen pissed off alphas. So what do you say?”

“I’m in, jefe.”

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mccree is latino and native american so jot that down

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