Summary: Hanzo Shimada presented as an Omega when he was a young teen, ever since he has done his best to hide the fact from the world. Managing to get his hands on some rather shady implants that allowed him to present as a Beta. He actively avoided forming any sort of romantic relationship, rather spending his life alone than risk anyone discovering the truth. That was, until he met Jesse McCree, another beta who managed to sneak into his heart. Except, Jesse isn't a beta, just a super chill Alpha.
Chapters: 22/?
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Genji Shimada/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Ana Amari/Reinhardt Wilhelm
Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Hana "D.Va" Song, Lucio, Lena "Tracer" Oxton
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jesse McCree, Omega Hanzo Shimada, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mentions of mpreg, Fluff and Angst
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Lovers of a/b/o, rejoice : this is a good fic. Of course, it is self indulgent in the Dad Reaper and in the pack dynamics, but it has pretty satisfying pseudo science, very nice and important character arcs and a lot of narration. - Yng
McCree/Reyes - Omega!Reyes; Alpha!McCree; pregnancy kink; lactation kink; mommy kink - Reyes is heavily pregnant and Jesse can’t even pretend he’s not deeply into it.
(not a lot of feminization in there, sorry... couldn’t fit it :( )
Jesse tries to be unobtrusive about his obsession, but he is fairly certain that the whole base has figured out at that point how very enamored he is with Commander Reyes – especially since it has become so obvious that Commander Morrison’s enthusiastic breeding attempts had taken.
They’ve been chosen by scientists; the perfect pair producing the perfect offspring, but Commander Reyes does not *behave* like a taken Omega… understandably so, maybe.
It makes it more difficult for Jesse to accept that maybe – very probably, in fact – there will never come anything off his obsessive interest.
He’s flubbed the last few training exercises majorly just by being distracted by Commander Reyes’ huge belly. It is stretching the black fabric of his sweatshirts obscenely, and Jesse can’t help but fantasize about it.
Mounting up behind him, arms curled around his middle as far as possible, fingers splayed… just touching his large puppy-filled belly…
Or curled around his stomach like a much younger man, just inhaling the soft pheromones and dozing away, feeling safe and cared for and loved…
Disturbingly enough, both scenarios give him a needy hard-on. He can’t help it. He just… can’t. He thinks of how round Gabriel is; always has been, with big strong muscles that cover any hard ridges and bones; and he feels… comforted. Needy. Feels like he wants to be a good boy but also deep dick him until he’s a mess.
Suddenly, the door he’s been walking up and down in front of hisses open. He startles. He hasn’t even realized he’s been walking a trench into the floor in front of Reyes’ office. Reyes stands right there in the doorframe. He’s in nothing but some shorts and a tanktop that looks, quite frankly, obscene on his frame right now.
His arm is up, bracing himself against the frame, showing off the thick dark hair underneath. Jesse’s mouth goes dry. He does not consciously make a sound, mut he must have because Reyes’ dark eyes go all soft while still being a bit annoyed.
“Come.”
Jesse follows helplessly, cheeks bright red underneath his scruff.
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Reyes’ pectorals have always been big and juicy, but now they’re additionally swollen with milk. The closer Jesse noses towards his nipples, the sweeter the smell becomes. His belly clenches and his cock flexes, the tip slipping gently against his own belly button. He’s never been so desperately horny before. His cock aches. His balls ache.
His jaw hurts with the need to suckle, but he does not dare to-
“Do it.” Reyes’ hand comes up behind his head, palm gently cupping Jesse’s skull. He presses him against his breast while Jesse’s mouth opens, panting quick and desperate against the sweet smelling skin.
“Sir?”
“Don’t ‘sir’ me. You’ve been hot for it for weeks. Now do it.”
Jesse squirms. His tongue snakes out, dragging across the buttery soft skin of Reyes’ nipple.
“What about Morrison?”
“What about him? ‘M still my own man…”
Jesse does not look up at him. He mouths almost shyly against the nipple offered to him. Gabriel grunts above him, then sighs deeply, his full belly pressing against Jesse smooth and warm. Jesse’s arms carefully, uncertainly curl around Reyes’. He presses a kiss against the milky niple. He can taste it against his lips. Only a couple more weeks until the pups will be there.
Jesse takes another deep breath, then latches on. He suckles clumsily at first; a bit too hard with too sloppy a seal. Reyes grunts, his fingers spasming against Jesse’s skull. A bit of milk dribbles down his chest and gets lost in Jesse’s beard before he properly latches on and nurses in earnest; a few deep pulls that have streams of milk explode against the roof of his mouth and the back of his tongue.
He nurses until there are black spots dancing in front of his eyes from lack of oxygen. Reyes has to grab him by his shaggy hair and pull him away; force him to take deep, rattling gasps of air.
He gently shakes him by his grip like he’s a wet dog and watches his face intently.
“You’re pretty into this, aren’t you?”
Jesse feels weird. All soft around the edges. Dizzy but in a good way. Reyes’ voice feels like it is coming from far away.
“Mommy…” he whispers, and almost tenses but the grip Reyes has on his hair slackens mildly and his face, when Jesse finally does look up, is curiously soft.
He reaches up his other hand, thumb tracing the shape of Jesse’s milky mouth.
“Yeah?” he mutters and Jesse nods slowly, staring at him, mouth dry. “Alright…”
He guides him back against his chest. Jesse latches on, less desperately this time. More deliberate. He gets a better rhythm going; manages to suckle and breathe without having to pull off.
When he does, eventually, just to switch sides, he nuzzles between Reyes’ pecs… tits… and purrs: “Mom…”
His knot feels swollen and tender but the need to mount Reyes has abated somewhat in favor of nursing. He feels like he could come just from that. From needily drinking the milk designated to the puppies.
“Good boy, Jesse,” Gabriel finally murmurs, one hand tickling the back of Jesse’s neck, the other reaching down; curling against his painfully hard dick, fingertips massaging the swell of his knot.
Jesse bucks, stars exploding in front of his eyes. The Omega’s smell is everywhere, enclosing him like a blanket. He’s never been so intimately close to one before.
Reyes knows how to touch him. Knows just how hard he has to grip at his knot to make him buck and come in downright painful spurts, his face twisted in agony as feverishly hot cum splashes against his belly… and against Reyes’.
It looks obscene, really; part of him being unsure about seeing his claim on an Omega that has been impregnated by another Alpha.
Reyes does not seem to have the same qualms, his voice deeper and husky as he mutters: “Think you can go again? Got such a pretty knot on you, Jesse…”
Jesse squirms again. His tongue is out; he kind of wants to lick his cum off of Reyes’ belly. He nods obediently.
Hanzo/McCree (+mentions of Hanzo/Genji) - ABO; old Omega!Hanzo (Okami skin); young alpha!McCree + Genji; lactation kink; breeding kink
There is no denying that Hanzo has a thing for young Alphas. He thinks they are cute; wide shoulders and big hands and meaty cocks and no idea how to properly work any of it.
Genji is better about it; thinking first about Hanzo’s need before wondering how to quickly enough get his dick inside that warm, well-used hole, and he will teach McCree to be good, as well.
He is eager, at least. Wants to please – even if he sometimes forgets his own strength when his cock is blood heavy and so very ready to shoot off at the very mention of a ripe Omega cunt.
The first time he’s pushed Hanzo down to the floor and rabbit fucked against the apex of his thighs, coming quick and messy and whining the whole way through. Now, after some training, he’s become better about it.
A rough fist in the hair at the back of his head usually does the trick to make him slow down, mouth open to pant in the delicious pheromones of the old, ripe Omega below him. He whines and sounds heartbreakingly forlorn even with his big paws still on Hanzo’s tits.
“Easy,” Hanzo scolds, his nipples throbbing at the rough treatment of McCree’s palms dragging across them. “You’ll never coax an Omega to give you milk like this.”
Jesse flushes but he takes the rebuke in stride. He has become surprisingly docile under Hanzo’s leadership. Where just a few months ago he’s been crude and trying to mount and breed at the drop of a hat, he now seems to possess unending reserves of patience.
Secretly, Hanzo thinks of his two young Alphas as his rescue dogs. They just needed a bit of proper working and a steady hand.
He spreads his thighs farther, lets Jesse cuddle in closer against the V of his hips and scratches sharp fingernails down his spine because he knows the Alpha likes it.
His cock is a hot, hard line against the crease of Hanzo’s thigh, but that is alright as long as he only uses it when and how Hanzo sees fit.
For today, Jesse is allowed to play with his tits and figure out how to massage the creamy milk out of them. Hanzo settles back against the many pillows he used to build his nest and watches Jesse’s scrunched up face with half-closed eyes.
Finally, he starts moving again, big hands gentling down and cupping the swell of Hanzo’s chest, thumbs dragging across the plump teats. For now he’s only managed to get the tips of his fingers wet, but it is enough to keep him interested in the task; Hanzo can see his nostrils flaring as he scents the air.
He’s so very animalistic still. Older than Genji but so much rougher around the edges still. So much to learn after a lifetime of running with the wrong crowd, thinking Omegas are just warm little holes to be pulled on his big, fat cock.
Maybe he’ll sit on him, later, he muses, playing with a strand of long grey hair that he curls around his finger again and again. Jesse always gets flustered when he’s put on his back and made to submit.
Hanzo wonders how he’d take to being trained for cock. Genji had learned to love getting mounted by his older Omega brother, but as patient and good-natured Jesse has become, Hanzo wonders if he’d let him explore that hairy virginal hole he’s hiding from everyone so jealously.
Maybe he’ll let him watch as he breeds Genji. Let him ‘accidentally’ stumble across it so he can watch from the hallway as their Omega master is mounted up and holds an Alpha down by the scruff of his neck, fucking into his needy little cunt with practiced ease.
He thinks it he would enjoy training Jesse like that.
He purrs when the Alpha finally leans down to start and kitten lick at his tits, coaxing more milk from him as he closes his lips around the areola and starts to suck with little grunting sounds in the back of his throat.
Hanzo lets his head fall back against the pillows, arching his back towards him. He loves how eager and teachable young Alphas are.
“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?”
Genji trying to hide the fact he’s in heat/an omega as he’s with black watch and they consist of mainly betas and alphas, but his dragon gives him away by nudging him in the crotch on accident on a mission to try and see what that sweet smell is. I feel Jesse would try and fight Gabriel viscously before they both decide that they can share the cute little omega
Genji’s dragon is actually trying to do his master a favor. It’s been so long since Genji’s had any alpha cock. Any deep satisfying breeding. And his omega hole is starving for it. He’s got the belly aches and the sweats. He’s already dealing with so much bodily discomfort he doesn’t need to deal with this too. Genji appreciates the fighting... it’s hot. And reminds him of better times. Reminds him of the fights alphas used to get into over him before his incident. In fact, it’s actually Genji who suggest the two brute alphas can share. Before too much blood is spilled or any hard feelings are formed.
Thigh humping with alpha Daddy!Cree and omega daughter.
Omega babycree right on the cusp of going into heat. Not quite the insatiable mewling, horny kitten that she is when in a full blown heat, but getting there. So she straddles his thigh, fondles his chest, gives him sloppy kisses while she grinds her pussy against his jeaned thigh. Switching between humping him cowgirl and riding it reverse. So daddy can have equal amounts of the front view of her cute face the more it flushes with blood and becomes more glassy with fever, and her nice rippling, bouncing ass.
McCree’s lazily sitting back, enjoying himself while his baby girl drives herself crazy. Driving him crazy too, except daddycree’s tryna be as cool about it as he can. Whispering gruff little praises, and nasty shit. Babycree makes herself so warm and bothered that she works herself into an early heat. She keeps at it ‘til her slick has soaked his leg. The room thick with the scent of an omega in heat, and McCree’s so damn hard smelling it and feeling it all on his leg that he’s gotta pull her into his lap so he can fuck her like his life depends on it.
