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This is the first time I’ve ever been a completionist for this kind of event! Please read all tags and warnings before reading any of these and enjoy!

(Note: Most of the stories were writen and posted before the cowboy name change. I will eventually go back and change them all but don’t have the time to do so at the moment).

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)

Relationship: Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu/Jesse McCree

Characters: Jesse McCree, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Resolved Argument, Blackwatch Jesse McCree, Pre-Doomfist Akande Ogundimu, Pre-Retribution, Healthy Relationships, this ship is criminally underrated, Fluffy Ending

Words:1976

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Ao3 Link

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)

Relationships: Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu/Jesse McCree, Jesse McCree & Reaper | Gabriel Reyes

Characters: Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Jesse McCree, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Mauga (Overwatch)

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2021, day 3: taunting, day 3: insults, Torture, Blood and Torture, Angst, Blackwatch Jesse McCree, Blackwatch Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Jesse McCree is a Little Shit

Series: ← Previous Work Part 3 of the whumptober 2021 series

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Ao3 Link

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)

Relationship: Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu/Jesse McCree

Characters: Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Jesse McCree, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Doomfist: The Scourge | Akinjide Adeyemi

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2021, day 12: made to watch, Torture, Begging, Major Character Injury, Near Death, Pre Doomfist Akande Ogundimu, Blackwatch Jesse McCree, Established Relationship

Series; ← Previous Work Part 11 of the whumptober 2021 series

Words:2213

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

I took again from @dreamlandcreations's list.

Day 5: hunter/prey - blindfold - forced orgasm

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The Preyed Upon Hunter

For the first time in a very long time, Akande felt something akin to fear. The fear that he thought he had left behind decades earlier from his childhood, as pampered and well funded as it was. Fears such as fear of the dark, the boogeyman, and other such childish fears. He had made his way up through business and life being the hunter. Of good deals, good food, good business relationships, good technology, etcetera. Now, though....

Akande had already confirmed that the security blips and disruptions he had been seeing in his home in Nigeria by the Orashi National Forest wasn't the work of Sombra. She had been almost indignant when he confronted her about it.

"Akande, seriously? Why would I do something like that? We both know I would be the first on the suspect list, and you know I value my life and freedom more than gaining information on you," she had told him the night before. Akande wasn't sure he believed her completely, but also knew that any information she would have had on him she had already ferreted out.

There were whispers, and whistles coming through at night. None of the whispers were in a language that he understood. His irritation bled over onto some of his meetings, until he decided to take some time off from personally seeing matters through to get the bottom of things. He wouldn't further risk his business deals by allowing such an insignificant thing as irritation to sour them.

The first day of his two month break, Akande walked into his dojo to find one of the practice dummies already out. It had a note pinned to its soft torso; he had to be careful taking it off, as the pin was a purple flowered thistle. He opened the note and read it.

Greetings, Akande. For too long, your methods have gone unchecked. Your way of thinking has caused too many people the wrong kind of improvement, so to speak. As you are wont to say, the best victories begin with adversity. Allow me to remind you of adversity, sugar plum.

Even without the crosshair signature in red, the nickname gave Akande pause and internal chills. He was instantly taken back twelve years to the last time he had heard that endearment come from another living being.

The young man still lay, languid and full of youthful spark and muscle, on Akande's bed and tangled in the fine linens. The winged tattoo on his left forearm was in shadow as his left eye glinted a crimson color. Akande remembered looking down at him, both still naked and coming down from the sex they had just had.

"You okay, sugar plum?" The question came with a thicker Southern drawl that present day Akande knew had been trained out of him in later years with ruthless efficiency by Reyes. It had been in that moment that Akande had realized he had been taken in by a honey pot, and one that was tailored just for him.

Back in the present day, Akande's attention focused back on the note. Remind him of adversity, is that it?

"We shall see, Cassidy. We shall see."

A month and a half later, Akande's estimation of the man had risen by leaps and bounds. Cassidy had all of Reyes' intelligence, ingenuity, and ruthlessness without any of the instability from the SEP chemicals or genetic issues. Alarms came at inconsistent times and days, leaving him ill rested and irritable. Little messages as notes left all around his house. Then, it escalated.

Akande was eating in his office when he felt his cybernetic arm go completely dead. Moments after all the internal parts stopped whirring, he felt a metal hand curl around his neck and pull back with forceful gentleness. Akande chuckled, partially to mask the thrill of fear down his spine that Cassidy got in his house and partially in the joy of having a worthier opponent.

"Hey there, sugar plum," Cassidy murmured, his lips near his ear. "Long time no see, Akande."

"What an opponent, honed over the years with such deviousness and harshness," Akande replied. "I would say it is nice to see you, yet we both know that would be the social pleasantry façade."

"You'd be right about that, sugar," Cassidy said, moving around the chair to Akande's front. Akande's eyes cut over the figure in front of him, his eyes taking in all the details in the quickest way possible. He had trained himself to do so years before.

Cassidy had bulked up, most definitely; the youthful strength had matured into fine toned thick core and broad shoulders. Akande had a moment of inner sadness at the loss of the tattoo on the left arm; the wings around a pistol and rearing mustang had been done by a Western master. Thick thighs and a wide stance helped support the weapon of a man in front of him. Akande made no mistake: Cole Cassidy was a sharp wit and brilliant mind surrounded by thick muscle, fast reflexes, and a bumbling flirty façade. Cassidy was wearing a full on body suit with a black base and a geometric pattern of different variations of grays and blacks. It allowed him to fully fade into the darkness, instead of being a man shaped "hole" in the darkness.

"Miss me much, sugar plum?" Cassidy asked, a hard glint in his eye. "I've hardly had time to miss you, what with all those presents you send over to me."

"I miss the young man presented to me on a platter full of dates and honey," Akande replied, swallowing as the metal hand squeezed his neck. Cassidy chuckled, and the shiver Akande had at the cruel note to it did not go unnoticed. Cassidy smirked and squeezed once, hard, before releasing. Akande half aborted his press into Cassidy's hand, his eyes fluttering shut and a light sigh of a moan passed across his lips.

"I am not in the mood for this play, Cassidy," he said, not trying to hide the note of regret in his voice. "If it were any other day, I would gladly dally with you. Not today."

"Well, your body told me something different, now didn't it sugar plum," came the reply, and a mechanical noise whirred in his arm. Hard light restraints suddenly burst into being, wrapping themselves around Akande and pinning him to his chair.

"What is the meaning of this?" Akande asked, an eyebrow cocked.

"You need to remember your place," Cassidy said, releasing his neck.

"And that place would be...?" Akande asked.

"Underneath my hands, Akande Ogundimu," Cassidy replied, his pronunciation of Akande's name now perfect, unlike years ago. Cassidy's hands made quick work of Akande's pants, withdrawing his cock that was already half hard.

"Ah, I have fond memories of this weapon, sugar," Cassidy said with sly humor. "Haven't had one this size since. Though I'm working on that in my spare time." He licked his right hand, then wrapped it around Akande's cock and quickly brought him to a full erection. Akande squirmed in place, panting at the pleasurable friction of skin against skin. Cassidy did not slow down, his hand going up and down at a faster pace. He would only let it get dry enough for one or two pumps before letting globs of spit drop down onto Akande's cock.

"Damn it, Cassidy, slow down - ah, ah!" Akande gasped out, feeling himself spiraling towards a climax too fast. If anything, that made Cassidy speed up.

"Now why would I do that, sugar plum?" The extra note to Cassidy's voice made Akande open his eyes. The sight of Deadeye staring at him from Cassidy's left eye, a deep crimson crosshair set in an eye socket of a skull that went down to a skeletal cheekbone before returning to flesh. Akande gasped, his entire body getting goosebumps at the sight of such raw power and danger in front of him.

The sight of Deadeye also rocketed him over the edge of climax. Akande gasped and whined through it, feeling Cassidy squeeze his dick through it and allowing his cum to spill over his fingers. Akande slumped back in his seat, panting and with his eyes closed. He felt Cassidy let go, then move around before putting away his cock and closing up his pants. He felt Cassidy's lips by his ear again.

"Don't make me come back, sugar plum," Cassidy said, the remnants of Deadeye still faintly in his voice. "You may not like it. Who knows; maybe you will. Adversity and all that. The hard light restraints will come off automatically in thirty minutes. Adios, Akande."

Cassidy's presence faded quickly, and Akande was left to sit and think over what had happened. He felt both glad that a hand job was all that happened, and disappointment at the same time. He would have liked more to happen.