Hi! Could you do a NSFW a/b/o for Junkrat/McCree going into a rut and needing their s/o to fix that ;3?

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(This is the last one in my inbox and I am so fucking happy it cums*pun intended* down to this >:3)

Junkrat:

You stroked Jamie’s hair while he curled up in your lap. He was sleeping now but you knew once he woke up he’d be completely different. You already built a nest for him, something you know he’ll probably obsess over it anyway, but at least he won’t get as angry about it as he was last time.

His smell was changing. It was more pungent, noticeable. Definitely territorial.

He twitched awake, clamoring for his mate. You grabbed his face gently and brought his gaze to you. His body temperature was high, his heartbeat was racing. He immediately pushed you down, barely bothering to say anything. He simply grunted and ran a long fingernail across your gland, “Such a good little Omega….”

Jamison was attacking your neck now, marking you again and again. You’d have to cover those up eventually.

He’s pulling off your shirt, ripping the seams in his carelessness. Jamie pushes you underwear and pants off in one quick swipe. Soon he’s already half naked, with his erection pressing against you. 

Jamison pushes into you and begins find parts of you to grab hold of. It seems he’s scared that you’re going to vanish in his arms. You wrap your legs around his, opening yourself for Jamie. He’s whispering to himself. it sounds like gibberish, but you know what he saying. He’s whispering his reassurances that you are indeed his. 

This incites an idea from you. You lean up and whisper in his ear, “Please Jamie, I’m yours. Fuck me…..”

His breathing seems to stop, his whole body pushes into overdrive. His skin is hot to the touch, as if he’s going to burst into flames on top of you. 

You grab his face and kiss him, long and sweet, like the good little Omega you were.

McCree:

You had never felt unsafe in Jesse’s arms. Although he was more than just “rough” during his rut, there wasn’t a reason in the world for you to fear Jesse.

Except maybe now.

You were gone for ten minutes, maybe fifteen to go to a busy Chinese food place to pick up food for Jesse. But now he had a different meal in mind.

The moment you entered the apartment, he grabbed your wrist and began sniffing deeply. Jesse’s eyes were locked on to you, his pupils the size of a pin head. He has anger in his eyes, furious jealousy upon his face.

Soon, Jesse McCree has your face up against the wall, your body exposed to his touches.

“Jesse?” you groan as he begins to darken your mating mark. You swallow, “You okay Jesse?”

“I have to get rid of this smell….” he says, almost sickly. He growls and pushes your head harder up against the wall. You’re kinda scared but you trust Jesse, you know this isn’t him.

Soon, he has a handful of your hair and he’s throwing you to the floor. He pushes you into the wood whispering, “I’ll fucking breed you….. You smell like another Alpha, but that’s obsolete now. I’m going to break you and breed you….”

Jesse’s ripping off your clothes, raising your hips. He’s grabbing your hair again and he’s using them as reigns, pulling you back onto him if you try to crawl away.

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