#fangedmccree

[heartofamxn]

🎄 [smooches!]

Genji’s gaze drifted upward, focusing on something just above Jesse’s head, nearly obscured by the wide brim of his hat. A coy grin spread across the cyborg’s lips as he wound his arms around Jesse’s neck, nodding in the direction of the mistletoe that hung in the doorway.

“Well, would you look at that? You know what that means...”

[dragonbearer]

Number 2 for the questions left unanswered :)

QUESTIONS OFTEN LEFT UNANSWERED: MUN EDITION

Are there any plot tropes you are sick of/refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why?

I don’t think I actually have any protests again any particular plots - I believe that every plot can be interesting if done well. In fact, I think I’m willing to write more things than most people - a lot ban noncon, gore, anything that crosses a certain darkness threshold - which I am all fine with as long as it’s written well.

My only real pet peeve is writing with bad OC’s because their plots always suck :v

[heartofamxn]

closed w/ @fanged-mccree

The past couple weeks had mixed together into one, continuous, blurred memory for Genji. This always happened around this time of the year; who could blame him for getting a bit depressed on the anniversary of getting banished from his own family? Then again, his life with them hadn’t exactly been peachy, either. The whole situation was fucked, but at least he was here now. Free. Well-- as free as an Omega can be.

Genji found himself more often than not at his local club, a noisy place saturated with bass-heavy music, wild hormones, and drunken decisions. A distraction, and he welcomed it. The place was only a few blocks from his city apartment, so he never had to worry about driving or paying for a cab, and it meant that when he chose some drooling Beta to take home, they didn’t have to walk far. Though, the alley outside the back exit had served just as well as his apartment on more than one occasion.

He rarely entertained the company of Alphas. Not since his sessions at home, his father’s twisted idea of “conditioning” him to repress his Omega nature. A load of bullshit. Alphas were too much work to deal with any other time than his heat, so Genji tended to stick to Betas. Other Omegas caught his eye, too, admittedly. They always tasted so sweet, and served a good purpose when Genji had a craving to just pound someone into a mattress.

At the club, Genji was just another Omega. No one knew him, so that meant no strings attached. The music pounded in his ears and drowned out the pleading voice of his conscience to find a wiser hobby. And if the music wasn’t loud enough, the fuzz of alcohol never failed to appease.

Tonight, Genji hadn’t yet reached the point of needing too much booze. The music was good, the crowd was rowdy, and the sweet smell of pheromones made the air hot and thick. His own heat wasn’t due for another week or so-- it was easy enough to locate the source of the smell. A pretty Omega in the back corner, dutifully tended to by three Alphas. Genji stared for a few moments before snorting and rolling his eyes. He silently wished the Omega luck in evading those Alphas in the future. Possessive, selfish assholes.

He heaved a sigh and leaned an elbow on the bar, resting his chin on his palm and scrolling idly through his phone. No one had really caught his attention yet, and he was contemplating just hooking up with one of his usual buddies, but something in the back of his mind told him to stick it out for a few minutes. So, he waited.

[pulseriifle]

"How hard d'ya think ya can bite with those plastic fangs in your mouth?"

“Why, you wanna be my test subject~?” 

The soldier snickered, and slipped the fangs back into his mouth. A good quality kind you’d by from an actual costume shop. Still plasticky and bulky, but not the kind children shove into their mouth with the rough edges that cut their cheeks and produce way too much saliva all over the place. 

Costume complete, he puffed out his chest (adorned with a tuxedo and cartoonishly large collar, what a beautiful rendition of Dracula) and flicked his tongue over the fake teeth. One finger crooked, gesturing Jesse to come closer, with a wink and twinkle in his eyes that just says;Why don’t you come find out?

[knowhumility-blog]

悪党 (@fanged-mccree)

The moon sat heavy in a sea of stars, the slumbering town below washed in its hazy glow. Here, amidst humble buildings and sakura out-of-bloom, was where he loomed, silent as death and with all its promise. The bowman watched him from a rooftop high above, echoing a time long ago. He may have found it amusing had that arrow not come too close, but who knew: temple grazed by that mercy shot, perhaps he still did.

“Jesse McCree," Hanzo began, name strange on his tongue. Criminal turned vigilante, a man with great enemies and a far greater bounty... "Draw your weapon." Told he’d prove a worthy match (”Maybe more than you bargain for.” We’ll see.), Hanzo intended to test that heavy claim. Coming to a halt, bow ready, he said, “You’ve a death wish to come here.”