#alpha!mccree x omega!reader

[ow-imagines-headcannons]

"You're the worst, Jesse McCree!" You screamed, throwing a plate at him. "I'm not your little lady!" He shouted back at you: " That's not what I mean! I'm just sayin' that you could be less stubborn!"

Again two asks, that I can combine c: I'm gonna mix them a little so they're not gonna be exactly like that. Hope that's fine with you guys c:

And thank you sooo much anon! It's so nice to hear c:

"Oh ME?! So I'M the problem here, Mr. "I-flirt-with-every-Omega-on-the-street!" I saw how you looked at that Asian guy!" Jesse dragged his hand down his face, shaking his head. "I'm not gonna argue about this or I might do things I regret." He grabbed his hat and turned to leave.

"Sure! Just avoid conversations like you always do!", you screamed at him and walked after him. He turned around, standing right in front of you. He didn't touch you at all. "I expect you to be calmer when I'm come back." he hissed, smashing the door closed behind him. You didn't know where he went, you just knew that he was gone.

For how long? No clue. A day passed. Nothing. Another day. You called him. You were worried and everything had piled up on that day. You started to shiver. Was he ignoring you? Did he leave you alone? His mate?

Another day. Not even a text. Even after the times you texted him. He had shut you out. Or maybe.. He needed his time? Maybe... Maybe he'd be back tomorrow?

Your heat started the morning after. You started crying. You longed for him, you needed him. You needed your lovely cowboy back. Curdling into a ball in bed, you laid there, whimpering. This was the worst feeling for an Omega. Their alpha leaving them.

Every muscle in your body ached for Jesse, every thought revolved around him.. and you were certain that he wouldn't come back. You couldn't stop sobbing, feeling disgusting about yourself. You didn't get out of bed at all. Maybe another Alpha would find you... maybe they would take you and end your misery.

You learned that after being abandoned by your mate, you are useless as an Omega. There is no purpose in your life, you can't just "change your mate." If you break the bond, it is possible but this way? You'd either die or completely lose your mind, become apatic.

You probably deserved it, treating him like this. You probably deserved to be useless. Your body was in pain now, literally aching for Jesse. For his touch, his hugs, his kisses, his voice.

You didn't hear the door opening. You didn't notice the man standing in your doorframe, you only smelt his scent. The strong pheromones paired with the sweet smell of cigars and the harsh bite of whiskey. Your eyes were puffy so you didn't even look up at him. You couldn't move, it was like your body was cramped in this position.

"Hey baby.", he whispered, laying his arms around you, starting to kiss your neck. "I'm here. Don't cry, sweet pea. I'm here." He bit into your neck which like a spell loosened your muscles. You slowly turned around, wrapping your arms around him, crying into his chest. "I-m so- so sorry..." You sobbed and held him tight.

His scent helped you to calm down, you could finally rest. "I'm sorry too, sweetheart. Tomorrow I'm gonna take care of you, alright?" You nodded into his chest and started to fall asleep.

This never happened again. You never ever felt abandoned again. Jesse made sure. He couldn't bare to see you like this.

Yay! What do you guys think? C:

[love-of-fandoms]

Cherry Blossoms (Hanzo Shimada + OC) Chapter 13

Chapter 13 of Cherry Blossoms (Master List)

Pairing: Alpha Hanzo + Omega OC

Word Count: 2422 words

The day after Halloween, an extremist anti-omnic group began a coup in Hong Kong. They had taken control of the airport, and were running through the streets attacking any omnics they came across, and in turn any organics with them. Winston sent a team out.

Danny startled awake at the sound of a ringtone going off. When she cracked her eyes open, she was met with the view of a bare chest. There was some blue ink on the chest, and following it to the shoulder it was attached to she could see it was Hanzo’s dragon tattoo. Upon gaining more awareness of everything, she could feel two strong arms around her waist.

With a squeak, she shot up, looking around. The arms around her tightened in protest, but she broke out of their hold in a panic. Hanzo startled awake at her forcefully tearing herself from his arms, and one hand reached up to rub his eyes to get the sleep out of them.

“What’s wrong, ‘me-” he cut himself off, eyes opening a bit more at the sight of a heavily breathing Danny. Almost instinctively, his arms went back around her, pulling her back down into his chest. “We fell asleep watching the movie, remember?” he prompted gently, and Danny took in a deep breath his scent flooding her nostrils and calming her almost instantly. She sighed happily.

“Y-yeah,” she murmured, nuzzling back into his chest and closing her eyes once more. “C-can we sl-sleep a little longer?” she asked, her lips brushing his chest as she spoke. Hanzo was thankful her face was against his chest and she wasn’t able to see the bright pink flush that had come to his cheeks. “Please?” Hanzo puffed out a sigh.

“I need to answer my phone,” he said, voice low and rough with sleep, and Danny sighed, throwing her arm out to Hanzo’s bedside table, grabbing his phone and holding it above her head.

“Here,” she grumbled, and Hanzo blinked, staring at his phone for a moment as he processed what was happening, and the domestic contentment that filled his chest. He took his phone gently from her hand, going to missed calls and calling back Winston before raising his phone to his ear. The scientist picked up after barely one ring.

“Hanzo?” the archer grunted.

“Yes Winston?” he grumbled, hand absentmindedly raising to stroke through Danny’s hair. She wasn’t asleep, but a small smile was on her face as she rested atop him with her eyes closed. The feeling of domesticity was so pleasant that the passing thought went through Hanzo’s head. It wouldn’t hurt for every morning to be like this. For once, the thought didn’t even alarm him.

“There’s an issue in Hong Kong,” Winston said, and Hanzo’s brows furrowed.

“What is it?”

“Some anti-omnic extremists are running around attacking omnics and omnic-sympathizers, we’re sending a team out,”

“And I’m on this team?” Danny’s head lifted a bit, looking up at Hanzo with a pinched face of concern. 

“Huh?” she mumbled, and Hanzo gave her an I’ll tell you later look, hand still stroking through her hair, and Danny sighed, slumping back against his chest.

“Yes, McCree, Hana, Reinhardt, Lucio, and Tracer are being sent to the airport to take out their central command,” Winston said. “You, Torbjörn, Angela, Brigitte and I are going to take out the smaller groups in the streets,”

“When do we leave?”

“As soon as you all can get ready and down to the hangar,” Hanzo let out a heavy sigh, glancing down at Danny for a moment before raising his eyes to the ceiling.

“I’ll be right down,” he said, before ending the call and putting his phone to the side. Danny peaked up at him with a questioning gaze.

“What’s going on?” she asked blearily. Hanzo sighed again.

“I need to go to Hong Kong,” he said, his hands going to her shoulders and prompting her to sit up. She sighed, sitting up and scooching over Hanzo so she could swing her legs over the edge of the bed. He sighed fondly, large hands falling to her hips and lifting her up. Danny squeaked as Hanzo put her back on his other side, plopping her down and gently pushing her shoulders back down. “You can still sleep,” he told her, standing from the bed and pulling the covers back over her. 

“Are you sure?” Danny asked, though it was clear to both of them that she was going to take him up on his offer whether it was genuine or not as she settled into his pillows with a sigh, eyes already slipping closed. One of her hands grabbed Hanzo’s comforter and tugged it up to her face, breathing in his calming scent of flowers and tea. Hanzo huffed out a chuckle as he quickly changed out of his costume from the night before and into his usual loose robe.

“Sleep,” he commanded softly, leaning down to peck her forehead without really thinking about it. A smile slipped onto Danny’s face as she slipped into that calm, dizzy state that came right before sleep. As such, she didn’t notice the pink that came to Hanzo’s cheeks when he realized what he had done. He quickly slipped out of his room, eyes widening when he saw Jesse McCree standing right outside his door.

“Mornin’ Hanzo,” McCree grinned at the archer, tipping his hat, and Hanzo nodded back, beginning to walk down the hall in the direction of the hangar. McCree followed, his spurs clicking as they walked down the hall. “Have you seen Danny?” the cowboy asked, and Hanzo raised an eyebrow at him. “Just didn’t find her in her room earlier,” he shrugged at the look, and Hanzo sighed.

“She fell asleep in my room last night,” he said, and Jesse hummed mischievously. Hanzo’s lips tugged down into a scowl. “What?” Jesse shrugged innocently.

“Awe, nothin’,” Hanzo grunted, and he could have laughed in relief when they finally reached the hangar. Winston was there, along with 7 others, and he cleared his throat when he saw the final two heroes walk in.

“Alright, gather round!” he called, and began the brief. “Anti-omnic extremists have taken over Hong Kong’s airport, as well as sending out smaller teams into the streets to attack any omnics and omnic-sympathizers they find. We’re going to have two teams: Mercy, Torbjörn, Brigitte, Hanzo, and myself will neutralize the terrorists in the streets, while McCree, Lucio, Reinhardt, D.Va, and Tracer will take back the airport!” Angela’s face pinched in worry.

“Winston, we’re still technically illegal,” she piped up. “Will this be okay?” Winston nodded.

“HKPD knows we’re coming, and the chief said that he’ll be thankful for the help,” he assured her, and Angela sighed in relief.

“Well, at least we know we won’t get arrested, might die, but not get arrested,” Torbjörn cracked, and Lucio grimaced.

“Honestly, I’d rather not go through the whole ‘getting arrested’ thing again,” Lucio sighed, and Hanzo’s brows rose in question, and Lucio backpedaled, sensing the imminent questions. “But uh, let’s go to Hong Kong! Not worry about my record…” the musician chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously. 

“Shit!” Torbjörn exclaimed as a group of maybe 15 anti-omnic extremists rushed towards them. Everyone’s eyes widened when they saw multiple members of the group pulled out small bombs, arming them and preparing to throw them.

“Brigitte!” Winston called, but Brigitte grunted in frustration, shaking her gauntlet frantically.

“My shield isn’t working!” Hanzo’s eyes widened, pulling out an arrow and taking a deep breath. A blue energy began to glow around him, solidifying into his dragons.

“Ryuu ga waga teki wo kurau!” he shouted as he loosed the arrow, Sanda and Akarui spiraling forward in their mighty forms with his arrow, taking out the group that was rushing towards them. The few stragglers that were left found themselves screaming as the bombs their comrades had armed went off.

“Uh, we got a problem!” sounded through their comms, and Winston held tapped the comm in his ear.

“What is it, McCree?” he asked.

“We need back up, D.Va got hurt in the initial breach and there are way more than we expected,” McCree’s worried voice sounded through the comms, and Winston exchanged a worried look with the others.

“We’re on our way,” he said, before turning to Hanzo.

“Hanzo, you can get there quickest, go and provide support until the rest of us can get there,” the archer nodded, before running and grabbing an awning to swing himself up to the roof of a building. He ran off in the direction of the airport, eyes widening at the huge hole in the side of the main entrance.

“Where are you? It’s a big airport!” Hanzo demanded into his comm, McCree’s response crackling through only moments later.

“Right past the security checkpoint by the main entrance!” Hanzo’s eyes narrowed as he continued to run, soon enough hearing gunfire. Any civilians he encountered on the way, he told to get out of the airport, find somewhere safe.

“Vamos esculachar!” he heard Lucio shout as he rounded the corner, seeing, like McCree had said, the team huddled up by the security checkpoint. A green glow surrounded everyone as Lucio healed them up best he could, and Hanzo’s eyes narrowed as he saw a huge mec suit walking towards them. It had two huge turrets on its shoulders, which began to glow red as they fired up.

“Watch out!” he shouted, firing an explosive arrow at the mec, which barely phased it. McCree turned to Hanzo, seeing where the bow was firing and turning just in time to dive out of the way as the mec began firing. Reinhardt, who had just finished off a small group of attackers, turned to face the mec with a roar-like shout.

“For the crusaders!” he roared as he slammed his warhammer to the ground, a series of cracks lining the ground and rushing towards the mec, who had barely anytime to react before they were knocked off their feet. The person manning the mec let out a scream as they fell, the armor denting enough that it had surely injured the person inside. McCree jumped out from the barrier he had hidden himself behind then, pulling his peacekeeper out and shooting at the weak spots on the mec with deadly precision.

“It’s HIGH noon!” he shouted as the mec exploded, and everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the impending threat seemed to be subdued. 

It wasn’t to last however, McCree standing up and beginning to walk forward.

“Come on, we still need to finish them off,” he called, and Hanzo ran over and stopped Tracer from following the others.

“Stay with D.Va,” he told her. “The others will be here soon, until then we can’t leave her unprotected,” Tracer nodded, determination in her eyes.

“Got it!” she affirmed.

Almost 36 hours after the team had departed, they finally arrived back at the base. Exhausted, those who weren’t injured hightailed it back to their rooms, while the less fortunate ones had to stay and be treated by Angela.

Hanzo, only having some cuts and bruises, began to leave the hangar when he saw Danny running towards him. The corner of his lips quirked up in a small smile at the sight of her, and he barely had times to open his arms before she was barreling into them.

“Is everybody alright?” she asked, and Hanzo nodded, wincing when she gave him a tight squeeze. Perhaps his ribs were bruised as well… “Oh! I’m sorry! Are you hurt?!” Danny quickly pulled away, and Hanzo had to suppress the distressed noise that wanted to come out of his throat when she took her warmth and scent with her.

“I’m fine,” he assured her, but Danny narrowed her eyes, a hand raising to lightly prod his ribs. Hanzo let out a hiss of pain, and she sighed, grabbing his hand.

“Come on,” she began tugging him down the hall towards med bay, glancing over her shoulder at the others still in the hangar. “You too, Jesse! I need to look at that arm!” Jesse chuckled, tipping his hat at Angela before jogging to catch up to his little sister and the archer.

“You know how to fix his prosthetic?” Hanzo asked, surprised, and Danny nodded.

“I spent a year on the road with his sorry ass, I picked up a few things,” she grumbled, and Jesse chuckled.

“She’s better at fixing this thing than me at this point,” Jesse said, and Danny rolled her eyes.

“That’s because you only have one hand to fix it with,” she shot back, and Jesse shrugged, an indulgent smile on his face. She swung open the door to the medbay when the reached it, gesturing for her two shadows to sit as she began rifling through the cabinets.

“Where the hell are the biotic fields?” she murmured to herself, letting out a triumphant “Ah HA!” when she finally found one. She turned back to Hanzo, gesturing for him to take off his robe, which he did with only a slight blush. Danny very pointedly avoided looking too much as his toned chest, instead focusing intently on placing the biotic field above his ribs and turning it on.

“He gonna live, doc?” Jesse joked, and Danny sighed, pouting.

“I’m doing everything I can, but I don’t think he’s gonna make it,” she said softly, and Jesse gasped, putting his flesh hand to his chest in ‘shock’.

“Oh no!” he began fake sobbing, and Hanzo scoffed, reaching out a hand to shove the cowboy’s shoulder.

“I’m not dying anytime soon,” he grit out, and Danny smiled, nodding.

“You better not!” she chirped, giving Sanda and Akarui a pat on each of their heads when they peaked out of his tattoo. “Otherwise I won’t get to see these adorable little dragons again!” her voice raised in pitch, and Hanzo raised a brow.

“You’ll only miss the dragons?” he challenged, a small smile on his face as he knew she was only joking. Danny hummed, glancing up at him.

“I mean, I guess I’ll miss you too,” she sighed, and Hanzo chuckled, reaching a hand up to ruffle her hair. Danny pouted, but allowed him to do so begrudgingly.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” he assured her, and Danny gave him a soft smile.

“Good,”

…

“What am I? Chopped liver? My arm’s sparking over here!”

“Sorry!”

[kamino-mermaid]

Discords To Help Save Your Imagines and Such

I have made several discords for imagines and for friends in fandoms where you can safely post your imagines if anyone is interested in joining!

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More will be made before the 17th!

[tacticalvisor76]

I need omega!mchanzo (separate and poly if possible) with an alpha!reader nsfw hdcs pleeaassee?! -Sarah

a/n: here you go! i had fun coming up with these so i hope that you enjoy these! made the single one’s for each boy sfw till the last bullet where their nsfw-ish, but the poly is all nsfw. 

Omega McCree: 

Jesse is clingy af when his Heat’s get closer, so clingy that you’ve found it better to just move your work into his room, and this just makes his day. So expect to have McCree’s hands on your body or his pressed flush against yours. 

Loves spending that extra quality time with his Alpha when they are able to. Have some downtime between missions? Expect Jesse to drag you out on a date off base, or to hunker down for some popcorn and cuddling in your room. 

Loves being praised in bed and will do/say whatever he can to be rewarded with more praise. Know’s how to turn you on to get exactly what he wants at that moment. 

Omega Hanzo

Is a little bit needy for his Alpha’s touch, attention, and affection, Hanzo melts into you whenever you give him exactly what he wants from you at that moment. Is happy that he doesn’t have to ask for it, as to how needy he becomes when his Heat nears makes him upset. 

The cuddle bug inside of Hanzo really comes out when he wants to Scent his Alpha and keep other’s away from you, a silent reminder to those who tread to close to you that you are his and he is yours. 

Loves begging, found that it’s something he enjoys when the two of you are having sex. Especially loves it when he knows that you will fuck him all good, nice and hard into the bed so he doesn’t have to think. 

Poly Omega McHanzo: 

The boys have to wait their turn for your knot, and boy do they hate it. Both of them hate the fake knotting dildo’s that you bought them, preferring the real deal. So you really have to mix it up to keep both of them happy. 

Often letting one fuck themselves on your knot while you eat the other out, or use any number of toys on them. Letting one finger fuck themselves into a frenzy while fucking the other. Or just let them fuck each other while watching them before lapping up at their slick, sampling both of them before giving them what they want. 

Jesse is very, very vocal not only in what he wants but when you’re fucking him senseless into the mattress. Expect for everyone to hear Jesse on the base if you were unable to move to the soundproof room before his Heat started. 

Smelling Jesse’s Heat, his own and your Scent often throw Hanzo into a frenzy, especially when both of you are working on him together. Hanzo dissolves into broken Japanese while trying to chase the release that both you and Jesse are helping him to work towards reaching. 

The only time either of them is satisfied with the fake knotting dildos is when both of them want to be knotted at the same time, so one of them wears the strap on one, while you fuck hard into the other one, every snap of your hips helping the other push into the other with just the right amount that gets’s both of them mewling in delight and exchanging sloppy kisses. 

Both boys are very sensitive after being Knotted, even the most gentle of movements and lightest of touches send a ripple of pleasure through them and another orgasm. Using this known fact every now and again make Hanzo and Jesse both very happy. 

Dirty talking is something Hanzo and Jesse will wholeheartedly use when they want you to take them as hard, and as fast as you can. ‘Come on Alpha, fill up these pretty little holes of your Omega’s real nice and good.’ is something that Jesse and Hanzo will both use variations of it. 

[abo-overwatchclosed]

Alpha!Hero HC & Reader's Heat

Alpha!Reinhardt

•The type to refer to his lover as "My Omega"

•Extremely doting when you are in heat. To the point you have to shoo him away so you can finish your nest

•Loves it when you steal his t-shirts and pillowcases to build your nest with

•Will cook fresh meals everyday of your heat to keep your strength up

•Because he knows for the days after you won't be moving much from bed

•Feigns concern and real remorse for being too rough

•Secretly likes to see you limp around, but would never admit it

Alpha!McCree

•Will always redress you after so he can enjoy taking your clothes off again piece by piece

•Hates to do the laundry during because he can't spend a second away from you

•But likes giving you baths and washing your body

•Its not just for washing

•When the weather is cool, will take out a blanket so you can enjoy a night under the stars

[fandom-go-round]

Can we know what in your request box?

-Male Photographer!Reader X DBD Trickster NSFW Headcannons -IDW Megatron Love Letter during a separation -DBD Frank, Doctor and Trapper Reactions to Survivor leaving a bloody handprint of their butts -Reaper, Soldier 76. Hanzo, Genji and McCree x S/O with a vibrating dildo -Hanxo, Genji x Archer!Reader -Alpha!Soundwave x Omega Human! S/O

That’s currently what’s in my box right now!

[kaysreadingarchive]

Hold The Front Line: Part 1

Pairing: Genji x Reader, Reaper x Reader, Jesse x Reader, Soldier 76 x Reader, Hanzo x Reader

AUs: Omegaverse

Warnings: Cursing, threats, discrimination, self -hate, kidnapping

Word Count: 3,472

A/N:  Some of you might be thinking, are you continuing Loyalty to the Pack and that other Far Cry fic? Yes, I am, I just wanted something new to write instead of crazy cult leaders. I had started to play more Overwatch and I got inspired. This fic really only started for my own amusement and I wasn't initially going to post it, but then I thought why not? So, I did it in hopes that people might enjoy this. Thank you all for supporting me and my stories and I hope you enjoy this! And like always, give me some feedback on what I could do better or what I did alright, where you wanna see this whole mess go, or something you just don’t understand.

Masterlist   Omegaverse Rules

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The smell of both alphas and omegas was strong in the large, open cafeteria. People were beginning to make there way in and the line was getting longer each minute, full of people waiting for their breakfast. You happened to make it just in time, the line was not as long as yesterdays. You could finally get the good stuff without a threatening alpha or omega getting in your way. Those muffins were gonna be yours.

You fell into the line right behind Jamison Fawkes and Mako Rutledge. They seemed nice enough, well for being both alphas. Being a beta didn't really give you any brownie points. If you were a beta, you were basically a plain Jane with nothing to offer the alphas or omegas or some betas for that matter. You didn't go through a heat or a rut and your fertility was average, not like the high fertility of an omega. Omegas were pretty rare after the omnic crisis, even more, rare than before. But, it seemed like the Overwatch base was different. There were more omegas and alphas than betas, which seemed impossible.

"What ya think, Roadie? I 'ave a feelin' this is gonna be good!" Junkrat yelled out in excitement as he stared at the food. Roadhog could only give a small nod and a grunt to his friend. Mako was always quiet, and you guaranteed you've never heard his voice before.

"Like I was saying, you gotta choose what Dr. Ziegler told you to eat. It won't be good for the pups." A random agent stated, cutting in front of you. He was helping what appeared to be a pregnant omega, from the smell, get in line. The alpha cut right in front of you! You gave the couple an annoyed look, but the alpha looked back at you and growled, the scent of a warning mixed into the air.

"Watch yourself, beta." The alpha hissed. The omega could only give a doleful look at the scene, she didn't know what to do. This is why you hated both alphas and omegas. Alphas were too intense and omegas acted too innocent. An omega wouldn't know a thing about the real world, their alphas sheltered them way too much. There were even specific meal items that were just for omegas. It was the healthiest options you could get, but then the unhealthy stuff was left to the betas to eat. Alpha meals were made of mostly protein and such. They were muscly enough.

You closed your mouth and looked at the ground, waiting for the line to move. As you made it to the food, you notice the omega help herself to the omega meal plan. You know you shouldn't watch, but you just felt conflicted. You've always wondered what being an omega might feel like. Being pampered all the time and alphas clamoring for your affection. Being the attention-seeking whore that omegas were. You had never seen an omega without getting special attention. If you were an omega in Overwatch you were given a mate or mates to spend a heat with as well as nicer housing, better jobs, and better pay.

You finally got your food and made your way to your usual table. It was in the corner of the room and no one else sat there, which you liked. You didn't want to be bothered with drama. For being an organization made up of grown adults, there was a lot more drama than a high school.

As you sat down, you looked around the cafeteria. It was really filling up now. Even the big shots were receiving their meals. You noticed some of them sat at their table at the very front and center of the room. Reinhardt's massive back covered most of the table, but you could see the back of both Jack Morrison and Ana Amari. Jack was your boss, you had to like him. He was like any other alpha and Ana was the sweetest omega you had ever met. You've only met her on one occasion, but she felt like a mother the minute she pulled you in for a hug.

Reinhardt seemed nice, he looked like he appreciated a good laugh. He always seemed to have a smile on his face. He seemed too happy for an alpha. The only other big shot you had met was Lena. She was nice from the very start, talking about her omega, Emily, constantly. For once, an alpha talking about their mate didn't bother you as much as it usually did.

You turned back to your breakfast, not really feeling hungry anymore. You poked at you eggs on the plate and let out a sigh. You brought a mouthful up to your mouth, but immediately retracted it when you smelled something sickly sweet. The smell of an omega in heat. You looked over at the trashcans and saw a small man leaning over it. You could see each alpha around the room turn their heads at the smell. Some of them even began to growl. You couldn't believe this was happening. If people learned to take their suppressants this wouldn't happen.

You sat down your fork full of eggs and got up from your table. You walked over to the omega and touched him on his arm. The small man jumped up at your touch and flinched away from you. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, begging you to take him away. You grabbed his hand and began to lead him away from the cafeteria. You led him down the hallway after hallway after hallway until you came to the medical wing. You found Dr. Ziegler's office and opened the door. Dr. Ziegler stood next to a cot, looming over a body. Green lights glowed from the form and light reflected off of metal. "Oh, Lance. You're back. Thank you, Miss. (Y/N) for bringing him here. You can lead him to the extra cot." The doctor instructed, helping the body sit up in the cot. It was an omnic. A metal face with green highlights looked back at you.

"Thank you, Angela. I believe my implants will be fine now." Wait, implants? This wasn't just any omnic, it was a cyborg. You didn't even bother paying any attention to the omega, Lambert was it? You could feel your boots practically drag on the ground from him trying to get to the cot with your extra weight. You both disappeared behind the privacy curtain as you got him settled onto the cot, pushing the want to roll your eyes at his moans deep down.

The omega practically stank of pheromones and his hand was sweaty from the heat. At that moment you were glad you weren't special. You didn't want to be known as a person who had to spread their legs for their own health. What a waste of time.

You hastily stepped away from the bed and made a mad dash for the door. Before you could sprint down the hall, the cyborg from before turned his head to give you a good look. Probably thought you were an omega because of Lance's stink. The very thought of being an omega made disgusted shivers run down your spine, but the smell of alpha wasn't helping either. It wasn't as strong as Lance's, but it was still very evident. You quickly turned your (e/c) eyes from the green visor and practically slammed the door on the way out.

You ran as far as the shooting range before the bright green asshole caught up to you. He was much faster than you and more diligent. He practically spotted you from a mile away. Before you could even dodge into another hallway, his metal-covered hand had already caught yours.

"Let go!" You forced through gritted teeth. You tugged on your left hand, but his grip only got stronger.

"Not before I thank you. Angela wanted me to say thank you for bringing Lance to her. His Alpha wouldn't have gotten to him on time." The word alpha alone made you a tinge jealous. Why couldn't betas have friends with benefits? Why did the omegas get all the good shit? It just wasn't far.

"Do you think I care about an omega in heat? That omega and any others are the least of my concerns." You all but sneered. The cyborg quickly let you go and just gave you a look. His mood switching from gratefulness to hurt. It didn't matter to you anyway, you weren't here to make friends.

"You cared enough to bring him to Dr. Angela." His voice just screamed saint. He thought so highly of himself because he was an alpha. They were all like that. Self-absorbed, egotistical, and any other synonym for pure asshat.

"I cared about not seeing an omega get eye fucked by every alpha in that cafeteria while I was eating. Now, kindly leave me alone before I punch you so hard in the dick that you can't knot." The cyborg hastily put his hands up and walked away from you.

You finally let out a sigh of relief as you watched him turn into another hallway leading back to the medical wing. You honestly didn't feel like dealing with any alphas today, but luck was not on your side. This place was crawling with them. Their scent had practically soaked into the walls by now.

The sounds from the gun range were more apparent after all the yelling. It sounded like only one person was using it. Good, you wouldn't need to communicate and you could get out some of that anger.

You opened the heavy steel doors and peeked inside. McCree was the only one shooting at the moment. He held a firm grip on the "Peacekeeper" as he shot each bot one after the other. You slowly tiptoed to the gun rack and grabbed a small revolver off the wall. You quickly loaded the chambers with bullets and walked to the farthest bot. You just hoped and prayed he wouldn't look over.

Jesse McCree was one of the few alphas you could tolerate. He wasn't that stuck up and he was hilarious once he drowned one or two full bottles of tequila. Yet, being an Alpha comes with the typical features. He was a bit egoistic and flirty, but not as bad as the rest of them. He knew when to shut up. He had the right scent to him and he was pretty fit because of the alpha specialty gym and food plans.

Alphas, Omegas, and Betas were usually separated with these types of setups. Each type had its own locker room, gym, and room floor as to not gain attention from the opposite. The beta facilities usually being more cramped and with older equipment. You betas always got the short end of the stick.

"(Y/N), I didn't see ya there darlin'." You continued to ignore him as you hastily shot six rounds into the metal chest plate of a bot.

"I would prefer if you didn't see me, McCree." You didn't even need to look to feel the smirk that had spread itself across his face. He was quite handsome if you had to admit and respectful to boot. Any Omega would be lucky to have him.

"No need to get ta get sassy with me. I know how you are. Ya made that very apparent talkin' to poor Genji out in the hall." So that was his name. Genji? Past Blackwatch agent Genji? Turned monk Genji with that hippie omnic that was always in the outside gardens? Figures as much.

"So that's his name. I didn't much care for him. All alphas are after one thing anyway. An omega to fuck, I'm just glad I'm not one of you pitiful souls." You slowly lowered your revolver when the empty chamber began to click. You hastily loaded it again and stole a side glance at the cowboy. McCree held a small frown on his face. He was used to you making these comments. He listened to hundreds of them and all he could tell himself was that they made you feel better.

Something had happened to you in the past to make you resent omegas and alphas. Whatever it was, it made you an absolute bitch sometimes.

"Not all alphas and omegas are like that. Some of us just wanna offer an omega a good mate and a purpose." It was like Omegas needed a fucking purpose, to begin with! They already had one! Have pups and live a cozy life free of responsibility because of an alpha. What did betas have? Absolutely fucking nothing.

"Why give omegas a purpose when they already have one? Waste of time if you ask me." McCree's frown got deeper and before he could even open his mouth to backfire, Athena's voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

"Talon agents attacking Districts 15, 16, 17, and 18. Scramble appropriate teams to transport hangers." An alarm began to sound and red lights flashed in the gun range. Athena then went on to rattle off different teams. When his name was called, McCree gave you a small smile and a wink before he ran out to gear up.

"Team 4 Agents: Genji, Mercy, (Y/N), Soldier: 76, Roadhog, and Junkrat to transport hanger D." Great, out of all the people it had to be Genji. The alpha you just screamed at 10 minutes ago. You wasted no time in putting the revolver back and exiting the gun range.

You ran as fast as you could to the beta locker rooms. All your gear was stuffed into a tiny locker in the corner of the room. You pulled out your uniform and got to work on bucking all the buckles and zippering all the zippers. It wasn't as armored as other agent uniforms. You weren't made for combat, you were more of a scout. Slipping past enemy defenses to report back. The only equipment you had was a high-resolution cloaking device, a mask to hide your face, and a small energy pistol strapped to your thigh.

Winston had designed this pistol especially for you when you were promoted to field agent 3 months ago. Winston was just in a league of his own. He cared for his teammates more than words can describe. Also, he was a beta to boot. He understands what you go through and he quickly became a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.

You gave your black and orange uniform a once over before you snapped the mask into place and holstered the pistol. This didn't feel like an ordinary mission. Somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach was a gnawing pain. This wasn't going to end well, but how? You simply just pushed the feeling down and walked out of the locker room into the transport hanger. You saw crates being loaded up by different workers and team members spilling into the transport.

You walked in only to be greeted by the same glowing green visor as the medical wing. Genji just watched you as you took a seat next to Junkrat, who was giggling away with Roadhog over a small bomb he held in his prosthetic hand.

"Just you wait Roady. Those Talon blokes won't know what hit em. This new batch is more explosive than tha last!" More chaotic giggles followed while Roadhog just simply nodded and went back to reading a book he held in his lap. A Composition of Shakespeare's Greatest Works. Who knew Roadhog would like something like that.

Junkrat and Roadhog had never given you any trouble before. They never had really fit the alpha formula as many others had on the base, which made them good in your book.

"If your gonna just ignore me, I'll just find someone else to botha." You watched as Junkrat scanned the transport. His eyes first landed on Genji. Too peaceful. Then Mercy. Too kind. Then Soldier: 76. Too serious. Then finally you. All you could do was just stare as Junkrat stared back. Genji was also involved in this staring contest, but he tried to focus on Mercy's voice, but every now and then he would look back.

"Tha names Junkrat and my tubby mate over 'ere is Roadhog. I thought I've seen ya before, you're that new field agent. I must say, your aim might be better than McCree's. Ain't that right Roady?" The large man could only give a small nod before he returned to his book.

Both you, Junkrat, and occasionally Roadhog had talked about various weapons until the transport landed. Throughout the trip, Genji's eyes didn't stop staring at you. It made a few shivers run down your spine as you felt the alpha pierce through your back. His scent was just as strong as his gaze, it almost made you vomit in your mouth from the smell. You even tuned out Junkrat a few times to give yourself a pep talk. You're a beta, you're fine. He would never want a beta, he's an alpha. An entitled alpha.

Once the transport landed, you immediately went into action. You didn't listen to the game plan, you don't need to. You had your own mission. Get to enemy territory and report back. That was it.

You turned on your cloaking device and slinked into the back alley's of King's Row. Strangely enough, there were only 3 Talon soldiers on the way to the enemy camp.

That gnawing feeling from before was back and worse than before. Your mind was screaming for you to turn back and run away. Various homes on the street had broken down doors. It was if someone forced their way in. This can't be good. You continued to follow the path of broken doors until you came to an old brick building at the far end of the street. Various Talon soldiers were stationed at the entrance. It was easy to slip past them with your pistol drawn just in case.

You stepped into the main room at the end of a long hallway to see nothing. No computers or plans were evident on the walls or tables. Nothing that could give a hint of what Talon was up too. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps walked towards the door. With your cloak still on, you slipped underneath a table near the door.

A figure in black swept into the room. Black smoke dripped off him like tar and two large shotguns were strapped to his sides with the musk of an alpha. Reaper, it had to be. Another figure followed him. One you didn't recognize from your other field missions. They were tall and lanky, dressed in blacks and neon purples with the scent of a beta.

"Gabriel, you are aware that if we don't find one soon, this experiment will fail?" This was the voice of a woman, an Irish one at that. They had moved to the table in the center of the room and the woman began to tap her long nails on the wood in frustration.

"Do you think I'm not fucking aware of this! My job doesn't require me to find little..." Reaper had stopped talking and sniffed the air around him. Beta. A beta was here and it wasn't Moira. You could only watch as he stared right at you. Right through your cloak. You couldn't move your body at of seare fear. Reaper slowly walked to you and grabbed your arm from under the table. He dragged you out and could only laugh as you tried to escape. He roughly lifted you from the ground, breaking your cloaking device in the process. You could only watch as he grabbed your pistol with his other hand and crushed it to bits. Your jaw just fell open as the metal pieces fell to the ground.

"She will do fine." You turned to see Moira approaching, her mix-matched eyes formed slits and her thin lips pulled into a smirk. She unclasped your mask and grabbed your jaw when she got close enough and inspected your face, taking in a deep breath of your beta scent. The mask laid on the ground and was soon shattered with the heel of her boot.

"Just fine for a beta." That's the last thing you heard before a gunshot rang through the room. You looked down to see one of Reaper's shotguns smoking and pointed directly at your abdomen. A hole was gapping through it and blood began to pour from the wound. The pain only washed over you seconds late, leading you into complete darkness from the agony.

For the first time in your life, you felt the need to call for help.

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My Rules

Here’s just a basic set of rules I ask you to follow when considering sending in an ask to me. You don’t necessarily have to follow all of them, I just ask that you be courteous and respect what I’m comfortable or not comfortable with.

My Number 1 Rule: This bog accepts NSFW asks so I ask that you be older than 18 if you’re going to read them. I will allow you to follow me if you’re still underage but that’s only because I do post a lot of cute fluffy things as well, and all my adult content is hidden under a cut. If I find out that you’re underage and are here for adult content though, you will be blocked. That being said, lets get on with the guidelines.

General Rules:

I accept asks for male, female, or gender neutral readers, although if you don’t specify in your ask, I’ll always write the reader as gender neutral.

Please do not message me asking for updates on your ask. I work a full-time job from home and have a puppy I’m training as well so this blog is the last of my priorities and is managed for fun. If you hound me about how far I am in completing your request, I’ll just delete it. However, if you sent in a request and think I may not have received it, you are allowed to ask me if it went through. Just don’t be annoying about it. 

If you want headcanons for one character, I’ll make a post with 5 paragraphs for the prompt. If you want headcanons for more than three characters, I’ll write 3 paragraphs each, and if you want headcanons for five or more characters, I’ll write 2 paragraphs each.

If you want me to write an entire fic for you it will (1) take longer to fill than a regular ask and (2) is limited to one character, or two if you want it to be a poly ship.

If you want me to write yourself or a character into a fic, all I ask is that you send me a detailed description of either you or your character. I am not comfortable writing anything NSFW with you and another character though, so if you want a NSFW fic that isn’t a generic x reader format, you have to send me an OC, not an actual person.

Topics I Will NOT Write For:

Please note I’m open to writing just about anything, and will do research on a topic if I don’t know much about it, but there are still some things I am not at all open to researching, writing about, or posting, and if you send me an ask with something that violates this, it will be deleted.

Any illegal sexual acts including but not limited to: rape, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, statutory rape, forced sex, etc..

Any sexual acts involving non-sexual bodily fluids including but not limited to: scat, piss, vore, gore, blood (to some extent), open wounds, cannibalism, etc..

Any kind of abusive relationship trope like “Yandere” or “Tsundere” dynamics.

Anything involving a character being Alpha/Beta/Omega verse-related, simply because I’ve tried to research the topic but still don’t know enough about it to write anything that could suit your needs or wants.

Characters I Write For:

Ana Amari | “Ana”

Elizabeth Caledonia | “Ashe”

Bastion | “Bastion” (see below)

B.O.B. | “B.O.B.” (see below)

Brigitte Lindholm | “Brigitte”

Hana Song | “D.Va”

Akande Ogundimu | “Doomfist”

Genji Shimada | “Genji”

Hanzo Shimada | “Hanzo”

Lucio Correia dos Santos | “Lucio”

Jesse McCree | “McCree”

Mei-Ling Zhou | “Mei”

Angela Ziegler | “Mercy”

Moira O’Deorain | “Moira”

Orisa | “Orisa| (see below)

Fareeha Amari | “Pharah”

Gabriel Reyes | “Reaper”

Reinhardt Wilhelm | “Reinhardt”

Mako Rutledge | “Roadhog”

Jack Morrison | “Soldier: 76″ (see below)

Olivia Colomar | “Sombra”

Satya Vaswani | “Symmetra”

Torbjorn Lindholm | “Torbjorn”

Lena Oxton | “Tracer” (see below)

Amelie Lacroix | “Widowmaker”

Winston | “Winston” (see below)

Aleksandra Zaryanova | “Zarya”

Tekhartha Zenyatta | “Zenyatta” (see below)

When it comes to Bastion, B.O.B., Orisa, Winston, and Zenyatta, I will not write anything NSFW or relationship-pertaining. These characters are listed because I will write for them, but only when it involves general interaction with the reader for example, “Can I request something with Winston where he helps the reader repair a piece of their equipment.” Anything that isn’t strictly platonic is off-limits and will be deleted. On the topic of Tracer and Soldier: 76 however, because it has been canonically confirmed that Tracer currently has a girlfriend and 76 has had a boyfriend in the past, but neither have been confirmed as strictly lesbian/gay, bi, pan, etc, I am willing to write them with male, female, or gender neutral readers, but that does not mean I see them as such, and if any ask for them makes me at all uncomfortable, I have the right to delete it as I would any other.

Overwatch OCs I Will Write For:

On the topic of OCs, I am very much into them and would love to hear about or help you with yours, (so feel free to send me a message about it if you want!) and I am also willing to write asks with them given I have enough information about them, and given their original creator has personally given me permission. So far the only OCs I am comfortable writing are my own, which are as follows:

Callen Irving | “Rebound” by @irish-trash-cash​ (me)

Halis Kader | “Paragon” by @irish-trash-cash​ (me)

Finally for those of you who may want to send in an ask for two characters shipped together but don’t know what I’m comfortable with- I’ll write just about any ship so long as it follows the rules listed above. That being said, here’s a list (in no particular order) of my favorite canon character ships that I’m always more than happy to write for, as well as the ship names I recognize them by:

Mercy x Genji | “Gency”

Hanzo x McCree | “McHanzo”

Zarya x Mei | “IceBear”

Ashe x Being an Independent Woman

Mercy x Moira | “MercyKill”

D.Va x Brigitte | “Mekanic”

Pharah x Mercy | “Pharmercy”

Reaper x Soldier: 76 | “Reaper76″

Genji x McCree | “McGenji”

Symmetra x Sombra | “Symmbra”

You x Getting hit by a car on Oasis

D.Va x Lucio | “BunnyRibbit”

Reinhardt x Ana | “AnaHardt”

Sombra x D.Va | “CyBunny”

To conclude this long-ass post I just want to state again that if you send in an ask that breaks any of the rules or regulations, it will be deleted without hesitation, and any repeated offenses will result in you/your IP being blocked from the blog. 

[imagine-this-overwatch-blog]

Can we see the list of what you got?

Alpha Hanzo getting jealous over his omega S/O. Sfw and nsfw 

hanzo, zen, and mccree (not poly) with their s/o (who is a couple years younger than hanzo or mccree or around zens age depending on which hero) getting gray hairs

some guys reacting to seeing their s/o in a bathing suit

junkrat and a s/o that plays the ukulele

D.Va x Male reader who was adopted by Athena (considers Winston to be like his uncle) where Athena has trouble letting her baby go

Zenyatta and Mondatta NSFW (separate)

headcanons on Reaper with his constantly decaying and reforming body

Reaper, Hanzo, and Sombra with an S/O who's really awkward about a vore based kink

headcanons for McCree with an omorashi kink

76 and McCree(separately) where they go undercover as a married couple with a fem reader and by the end of the mission they realize they've fallen for them

Gabriel reyes, jack Morrison and fem s/o Hcs where the s/o believes she is sick but turns out she's pregnant

depressed!Reader in a mental tailspin of self-hate and doesn't think they're worthy of Jesse's love; Jesse snapping them out of it

Jesse’s reaction to having an ultra needy/clingy also submissive fem s/o

junkrat and s/o high school au with them hiding out in a junkyard from s/os disapproving parents

jack and gabe (before overwatch falls) and present zenyatta treat a pregnant s/o headcanons

kink headcanons for a Dom Jesse

Morrison and the Blackwatch boys forgetting their s/o birthday and how they would make it up to them

Soldier: 76, reaper, and ana try some type of pills (or gets gased by sombra as a trap) that turns them back to their twenties as they go home to their gender neutral s/o and has to explain the situation

headcanons for Mcsombra

Hanzo, Jesse and other Guys of my choice watching Dirty Dancing with s/o

Reader comforting D.Va who starts having flashbacks after a visit to MEKA headquarters

headcanons of someone in a poly relationship with McCree and Mercy

noncon yandere with Junkrat x male reader

continue the request for the Genji with s/o with the garter sock fetish

Reactions of any Overwatch female members reaction when their s/o says calmly to them, "So either we stand here and let millions die or you can give me a gun."

Poly Pharmercy domestic situations featuring downsides to extreme rivalry

Overwatch's boy's reaction to seeing their s/o ride the back of Orisa

Talon girl's reaction included along with the post where their passive s/o wants revenge on Talon for killing their sibling

poly! Genyatta headcanons

poly reaper76

Junkrat + "In the Hall of the Mountain King" from Peer Gynt by Grieg

The Talon gang if they woke up and found themselves on a space station, with a few Xenomorphs out and about

lucio had a s/o around the time he threw out vishkar and they helped him and they were like a team, but there was like a bomb or something at one of his concerts cause of talon or something and they went missing for years and one day lucio sees them again alive and it turns out they didnt want lucio to see them like this cause theyre all scarred and missing their arms

poly mcgenji hc

poly!McHanzo nsfw; Hanzo goes into heat and asks his partners to join him for the first time

mercy and Pharah seeing their kid sleeping on their s/o

Continuation of A.L.F member reader poly!roadrat. one year anniversary of the reader living with the Junkers

zenyatta headcanons

Sfw and Nsfw Reinhardt with super sensitive s/o

poly mchanzo making flower crowns

fem s/o comforting Lucio, Jesse, and Jack after they've had a rough week

A Support hero s/o of Ana's that has a natural quirk of attracting small animals

yandere Gabriel

Soldier 76 with a chubby s/o who is anxious about their body and their first time with him

Mei and Symmetra with a werewolf S/O

smutty Lúcio headcanons

Lucio trying to be suave and mysterious to impress Reader to gain their attention/affection but ends up coming off as a hilarious clutz

McCree or junkrat meeting up with an old flame, one they never stopped loving and immediately wanted to be with again

SFW and NSFW of when Zenyatta is first offered to ask any question about humans and their body

Kọfị Aromo Barrister Reader has to cut Widow off the espresso after she's had one too many. Her spider-like conditioning makes her able to get drunk off caffeine, and she's a flirty drunk

accidentally going too hard during sex--- this time with Hanzo

Lucio taking their s/o back stage for a quickie before a show

NSFW oral sex headcanons for Lucio

fluffy smut with Lucio and their long term fem afab s/o celebrating their anniversary

McCree wetting himself on a mission

Sensory overload post-sex with Genji and the Junkers

[love-of-fandoms]

Cherry Blossoms (Hanzo Shimada + OC) Chapter 12

Chapter 12 of Cherry Blossoms (Master List)

Pairing: Alpha Hanzo + Omega OC

Word Count: 2489 words

The long awaited day had finally arrived. And Jack Morrison was surprisingly into Halloween. Not that he would ever openly admit to enjoying the holiday.

“Wow!” Danny gasped when she saw the alpha’s costume splayed out alongside the copious amounts of fake blood and costume makeup he had bought for the occasion. What looked like it had once been a t-shirt was now just a tattered cloth with sleeves and a hole to put his head through, and some cargo pants had been cut within an inch of their life. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Just do my makeup, kid,” he commanded, and Danny sighed, motioning for him to sit in front of her. He did so, and Danny got to work. She first made his whole face pale with a powdery makeup he had gotten for the occasion, and then made the hollows around his eyes much darker. She added some purple on his cheekbones to make his face look more gaunt, and then stopped to study his face for a minute.

“Do you mind if I put the fake blood and gashes over your scars? They’d make good guides,” she asked, and Jack nodded, the corner of his lip quirking up.

“Go ahead,” Danny smiled at him and went to do just that. “You’re gonna be a badass zombie,” she muttered a couple minutes later, dripping some fake blood down his neck. He chuckled.

“I’m badass no matter what I am,” he countered, and Danny hummed in agreement, withholding her giggle so she didn’t shake and mess up his makeup. 

“Alright, you still want to be a tree?” Danny asked, and Bastion nodded. “Lovely!” Danny beamed, handing Bastion a paint bucket. “Can you open this? Be careful and try not to spill it!” she asked, and Bastion nodded again, grabbing the paint bucket and gently prying it open. “Thanks love!” she chirped, and Bastion responded with a series of happy beeps. Bastion handed her the bucket again, and Danny gently placed it down on a table, before dunking her hand in the bucket. She began spreading the paint over Bastion’s arms and chest piece, putting little lines to make it look a bit like tree bark.

A little less than an hour later, Bastion had been painted brown. The paint would be easy to take off, they just needed to wipe it off with a hot face cloth. Danny glued leaves around Bastion before having them heat up. Bastion could regulate their temperature, and so they could heat themselves up to dry the paint.

“You look great!” Danny beamed, and Bastion chirped, giving her a thumbs up. “I’m gonna go get ready, remember the party’s at six!” she called over her shoulder as she left down the hall. Bastion beeped an affirmative after her.

After Danny had finished helping Bastion with their costume, she retreated to her room to put together her own. She put some earrings on, she had made them out of the gears Hanzo had gotten her. Danny quickly did her makeup, which just consisted of some eyeliner and bright red lipstick on her face, but then she added some gold and silver shimmering lines along her chest so they looked like veins. Some of them went down her arms and stopped just at the crook of her elbow. After spraying some setting spray all over the lines, she slipped into her sleeveless black dress, which was fitted around the bust and flew out in a bunch of layers of fabric around her legs. There was a long slit going up to her upper thigh that she had initially been nervous about, but she was feeling herself. It was Halloween! Anything goes! She placed her witch’s hat on her head. She had glued tiny gears all around the brim and the base of the hat. She then hung some goggles around her neck, and slipped on her clunky brown boots she had chosen to go with the costume.

After doing a quick twirl in front of the mirror, grinning from ear to ear, Danny exitted her room, peeking around the hallway before crossing to Jesse’s door and banging on it.

“Jesse!” she shouted through the door. “Are you ready?” It opened a moment later, revealing Jesse in a wolf ear headband and a big black overcoat with rips along the arms where some fake fur had been shoved through. His face, which had brown makeup running down from his hairline to make it look like he was much more hairy than he actually was, sported a scowl as he itched at the fur peaking through the coat.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” he said, his face pinching as he adjusted the coat a bit, before it relaxed. “There we go,” he muttered, and Danny smiled, reaching through the doorway and grabbing his hand.

“Great!” she beamed, dragging him out and into the hallway. “Let’s go!” Jesse chuckled, allowing himself to be pulled down the hall towards the common area, where Danny and Lena had set up the Overwatch Halloween Party. They had kicked everyone out early that morning and denied anyone access until 6 pm, when the party started.

“Danny!” Lena called from in front of the large archway leading to the common area. It had been covered by two heavy red velvet curtains, they had Winston to thank for hanging them.

“You ready?” Danny asked excitedly, making her way over to the woman, who had been on guard duty. She was dressed in some white leggings and a waistcoat. A pocket watch was chained to one end of the waistcoat and rested in the pocket on the other side, and on her head was a headband with two bunny ears sticking out from the top.

“Ready, love!” Tracer nodded, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Danny nodded, and dove through the curtain with Tracer.

“Come on!” Danny called back, and the other members of Overwatch, who had gathered in the hallway, slowly made their way into the transformed common area.

Everyone’s jaws dropped as they saw what Danny and Lena had done to the space in less than 10 hours. The tables had been pushed to the edges of the room, with spider web table clothes covering them. Snacks were scattered around the tables as well as a punch bowl with what looked like eyeballs floating around in it. The couches had been moved more towards the center, set up in a relaxed semicircle. A coffee table with a crystal ball in the center lay between a couple of the couches, with eyeballs on a tray right next to the crystal ball.

(The eyeballs on the tray were really just buckeyes, chocolate covered peanut butter balls, that Lena and Danny had painted with some edible paint)

Jesse let out a low whistle.

“Quite a set up,” he said, going to tip his hat to Lena and Danny, only to remember it wasn’t there. Danny and Lena both beamed.

“Thanks!” Danny chirped, before spreading her arms wide and addressing the crowd. “Welcome to the Overwatch Halloween Party! We got snacks, drinks, and fun drinks, so go crazy!” There were some cheers and people dispersed throughout the room. Lucio, sporting a classic buccaneer outfit and a large golden hoop dangling from one ear, went straight over to a DJ table Lena and Danny had set up for him. He had begged them to let him DJ and they had agreed, though they had a list of required songs he had to play for them:

Monster Mash

Thriller

Cha Cha Slide

He had agreed easily to their demands.

Jesse, who had stuck next to Danny, elbowed her in the ribs lightly.

“What?” she asked, looking up at him, but he said nothing and just jutted his chin towards the door. Danny followed his gaze and had to clench her jaw to keep it from dropping at the sight.

Hanzo and Genji had walked in. Genji was wearing a stereotypical ninja costume with a red sash around his head, and Hanzo… 

Hanzo was wearing a nice black suit that was fitted perfectly to his body. A blood red shirt was under the suit jacket as well as a black tie, and over the knot of the tie was a skull. He was wearing a top hat with a sash around the base. The sash was covered in skulls, and two tails for the sash fell behind his head. In his hand he gripped a cane with a skull on the top. 

He looked good.

Danny raced over to the Shimada brothers.

“You guys look great!” she gushed, looking between the two, however her stare lingered on Hanzo a little longer than it perhaps should have. Jesse made his way over a little slower than Danny, much calmer. She tilted her head back so she could look up and meet Hanzo’s eyes. “You’re a witch doctor?” she asked, and Hanzo nodded, a bit of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Yes,” he said, and Danny beamed.

“So we’re twinning!” she held up a peace sign, and Hanzo’s shoulders seemed to relax as he let out a chuckle.

“Yes, we are,” he agreed after a moment.

All four of them jumped when the music suddenly started up, and the Monster Mash started playing in the background. Danny grinned, turning around and giving Lucio a thumbs up. He nodded at her and smiled back. Danny then looked around, and gasped when she saw Reinhardt.

“No way!” she muttered before bounding over to him. Jesse, Genji, and Hanzo all exchanged looks as they slowly followed after her. “Reinhardt!” Danny called, and the knight turned to look at her. He was covered in a brown furry suit, and a sash was over one shoulder while a crossbow was over the other. “You’re Chewbacca?” she beamed, and Reinhardt nodded with a laugh.

“Of course!” he said, before reaching behind him and tugging. Torbjörn begrudgingly allowed himself to be pulled into view by Reinhardt. Danny’s grin widened when she saw his Han Solo costume.

“Oh that’s awesome!” she cheered. “Is there a Luke and Leia?” she asked, and Reinhardt laughed, pointing to the side. Danny followed his finger to see Brigitte speaking to Lena in an all white dress, and her hair was in two gigantic buns on either side of her head. “Hell yeah,” she muttered to herself.

Before they could converse any further, Danny was gasping and racing over to Winston, who had just crouched down and through the doorway.

“No!” she shouted, running up to the scientist. “No way!” she laughed, and Winston gave her a sheepish smile. Jesse and Hanzo exchanged exasperated, but fond looks as they changed directions and headed towards Winston, giving Reinhardt and Torbjörn nods in greeting.

“Athena suggested it,” he shrugged, and Danny’s hand rose to her mouth, trying to contain her sniggers.

“Athena suggested-” she had to cut herself off with a burst of laughter. “Athena suggested you be a jar of peanut butter?” Winston nodded his head, the giant teal cap on top tilting down with it. 

“So, are you… chunky or smooth?” Genji asked, giggling, and Danny reached over to thwack him on the back of his head. “Ow!” his hand rose to rub at where she hit, and he shot Danny a dirty look. Winston just levelled them both with an unimpressed stare. He didn’t even grace Genji with an answer, instead turning and walking away to join Lena and Angela across the room. The blonde medic was wearing an elegant victorian dress, and her lips were painted blood red. Occasionally one could see two fangs peeking out from between said lips. Danny pouted at Genji.

“You jerk!” she groaned jokingly, heading towards one of the snack tables and pouring herself some punch,

“It was an honest question!” Genji shot back, and Danny rolled her eyes.

“Sure it was,” she giggled, shaking her head at him. She jumped when she felt a bit of heat at her back, looking over her shoulder to see Hanzo standing right behind her. He looked at her cup.

“What is that?” he asked, and Danny snorted.

“Blood,” she answered, only to be met with an unimpressed look by Hanzo. She pouted at his lack of response. “No fun,” the corner of Hanzo’s lips quirked up into a small .smirk.

“I’m fun!” he argued lightheartedly, and Danny narrowed her eyes at him.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” she said with a grin, pouring another cup of punch and turning to hand it to him. “Bet you’re more fun with some alcohol in you!” she chirped teasingly, shoving it into his hand. Hanzo sighed, raising the cup to his nose to give the red punch a sniff. Smelling nothing off, Hanzo took a sip of the punch, and let out a pleased hum.

“It’s good,” he said, and Danny grinned.

“Good!” she cheered. Hanzo smiled down at her, and Danny had the passive thought that he was quite handsome in a top hat…

“So this is something new, Casper slide part two…” Danny broke out into a grin, her free hand reaching out to grab Hanzo’s arm.

“Come on!” she cheered, dragging him over to the open space that they had allocated for dancing. Others were also lining up for the song, and Hanzo was staring at Danny, so lost. She giggled, and plucked his drink out of his hand, plopping it down on one of the coffee tables with her own. 

“Everybody clap your hands…” people began to clap to the rhythm, and Hanzo jumped, looking at Danny questioningly.

“It’s the cha cha slide! A group dance!” she cheered, and he just tilted his head.

“What?” he muttered, and Danny giggled.

“It’s self explanatory,” she said to him, and he continued to stare blankly at her. She rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing his hand in her own. “Just do what I do!” she urged him.

“To the left!” Danny stepped to the left, pulling on Hanzo’s hand so he did it with her. “Take it back now y’all!” she stepped back, again dragging Hanzo with her. She accidentally bumped into Lena, who grinned at her. “One hop this time!” they both jumped in the air, though Hanzo stayed firmly on the ground.

“What is this?” he asked Danny, who stomped with the command as it came.

“A classic party dance!” she said to him, beginning to do a silly dance as the actual cha cha part came on. Hanzo just stared quizzically at her, but she shook her head, reaching over and grabbing his other hand to try and get him to dance with her. “Come on Hanzo! Dance with me!” she pleaded, pouting and widening her eyes. Hanzo stared at her for a moment, unmoving, before he started to nod his head a little. Danny grinned, giving him a quick hug before pulling back “I’ll take it!”

[weabooweedwitch]

collection of very small prompts/ideas/suggestions bc they're too small for their own post: -imagine one of the yandere wanting their s/o to be more proper or cute or something, so they hate it when their crush swears, either all the time or when they're mad (some examples are: Symmetra, Widow, Reinhardt, Zenyatta, Doomfist) -this prompt probably w that unnamed female oc set-up I've been trying that you guys seem to like: female beta turns out to be a late blooming omega and their yandere alpha couldn't be happier when she's suddenly in heat like deadass out of nowhere and they haven't ~you know~ yet so the yandere is just like doing backflips like 'the time is now' -continuation of my prev. fic burning heat: was gonna wait and do it on computer but that's such a hassle so I'll just gradually do it on here in my drafts -more yakuza hanzo/genji, including continuations of the two i did -i have tasha n deadlock mccree just barely started in my drafts -along w a poly yandere genyatta x reader draft that's. .. gonna be dark -honestly i would full on write something abt dark reinhardt meeting his crush and following her home and she just.... she literally wakes up and she's gagged and tied and he's like actually going through her stuff, chiding how poor her living conditions are and how he's going to take care of her now. new clothes, a nice home, it'll be just the two of them....

[abo-overwatchclosed]

🔫 d e a d l o c k. 🔫

content warning: guns

“I even heard he can shoot six men down without even hesitating !!” The excited praise of your coworker had you rolling your eyes. You were on the customer side of the bar handing over dirtied glasses and wiping down the surface.

“No one can empty a chamber that quickly and get kills.” You pointed out, swiping one last time before depositing your rag into your apron pocket. There was no way such skill could exist. It was impossible. But also a little unnerving to imagine someone so capable of killing.

“Well he can!” You slid a used shot glass into the dirty dish bin. With a dreamy sigh they added, “Imagine having an alpha that reliable.”

You snorted, “He could be shooting blanks for all you know.” Your coworker giggled and whisked the dirty glasses away to the back.

The cup slammed on the table loudly, “Now darlin’, I don’t think you wanna talk about your paying customers that way.”

You could have given yourself whiplash with how fast you turned. The man who spoke sat between two betas, who wore wolfishly amused smiles.

You swallowed and observed the speaker. Would you need to call your coworker back? You hated to admit the alpha was handsome, strong jaw and muscles conveyed his powerful physique. Your face paled when he noticed you looking him over, eyes landing on the familiar tattoo on his left arm.

The Deadlock gang symbols were plastered all over town. As if the citizens could forget the hold they had over the residents of your small town. But your home was just one of the many in their territory. What were the chances of one of them ending up in the bar you worked at.

“Just speaking my mind, I meant no disrespect.” You lowered your eyes slightly in the best imitation of submission. He was an alpha, it would stroke his ego an unknown omega showing him respect.

The scrape of the chair on the floorboards startled you, his boots landing heavy. You backed up into the edge of the bar until his boots stopped in front of you.

He lifted your chin, cool metal of his gun tapping against the skin of your jaw,

“Why don’t you be a doll, and show me how sorry you really are?”