#sub ramattra

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Hi hi, can I have some ramattra first time HC’s plzz ily it’ll actually make my week omg 🙏💖

Hiii I hope this is sufficient 🫶

Ramattra’s First Time

Outwardly, he wouldn’t seem nervous in the slightest despite it being clear he needs some guidance

He knows how it works, that much is obvious. But he heavily lacks an understanding on how important foreplay is, and that there’s more that can be done during sex than just rutting against one another— so you’ll just have to show him

You’ll likely have to ask him to slow down a couple of times, and after the third or fourth attempt to stop him from rushing into it, he’d eventually give up on taking the lead

“Now what?” Becomes a popular question when he’s checked off something to your liking.

He’s aware he needs to be gentle during such an intimate activity, a stark contrast to the typical brute force he exerts for most of his daily tasks. But he’s still partially rough in his first tries to touch you— you’ll just need to grab his wrist and tell him to be careful, and he’ll try again

But his excitement and steady rise in confidence will result in quicker and rougher movements now and again. So reminders, reminders. Else he may attempt to break you.

He’d definitely find some difficulty in being vulnerable, letting you touch him to get riled up was not something he had mentally prepared for. It’d be a whiplash of internal conflict over how terrifying it is (who would have thought he’d allow human hands poke and prod at him to elicit pleasure) and how nice it feels.

Omnics have far more control over the sounds they can produce and when. It doesn’t take much effort for Ramattra to stifle small noises of encouragement, but in such an exposed and trusting state it is extremely easy to catch him off guard. Dragging a nervous grunt out of him will make him raise a hand to cover his throat, where his vocalizer hides. (He didn’t know he could even make that sound.)

He’d be easily embarrassed if you compliment him on anything— how he looks, how well he’s doing. He thanks you every time very politely, but you can practically hear how bashful he is in the stammer of his tone, as much as he tries to hide it in his body language.

He’d have a preference for the ‘main event’ to be in missionary for his first time, so he can see your face and watch carefully to make sure he’s doing everything right.

He’d express his gratitude to you as he sinks in, agonizingly slow, for being patient with him and trusting an omnic of his model to be vulnerable with you. Maybe a bit cheesy, but he was mostly running words out to keep himself from rushing his full length in with a single shove. A self-induced distraction so he doesn’t harm you by accident.

He would invite you to keep your hands on his chest or the silver handles on his hips, just in case, to give him a small push if he does anything too rough. He was designed with heightened senses— even the smallest amount of deliberate pressure could be detected, so he’d know to take it down a notch.

But he’d do just fine when he starts thrusting, small and shallow rolls of his hips controlled by a surge of nervousness to perform well. He may even begin narrating what this feels like for him; “It’s… like I’m on fire.”

He’d become addicted to your warmth very quickly, hiking your ass higher and pulling your thighs further over his while he arches in closer to you, burying his faceplate into your shoulder and relishing in the way his sensors alerted him toward the rise in temperature.

He’d cage you underneath him with his arms, eerily quiet— focused— on how much warmer he could make you, already experimenting with angle of his hips as he slows his pace and rides into you with differing strokes.

And then your walls flutter around him and that would be the first time you hear him moan. This shaken, breathy sound that rumbles from his upper chest, and releases the air vents in his shoulders with a quiet hiss.

He’d notice your reaction to the sound instantaneously— not only seen in the reaction of your face, but additionally in the way your internals hug around him and nearly pull him back inside. He’d be elated that his voice could cause such a response, and he’d become a lot more noisy for you after that

Ramattra would find himself asking every so often “is this alright?”, and you may have to try and stay focused enough to be able to reassure him, or else he’ll stop. It’s hard to tell if he pauses because he’s worried when you don’t respond, or because he’s being smug knowing you can’t.

If you encourage him to try going faster, he might hesitate. But with further praise, he may comply, trying to be quicker while being just as gentle as before.

He’s an extremely quick learner, however. One correct response to anything he’s attempted is immediately memorized and saved, and he will try certain things again exactly as he had the first time to get the best reactions out of you. His first time quickly begins to seem like it’s his hundredth time, becoming an expert in just under ten minutes.

So quickly molded to your liking, trying things you would like, toying with your body like a plaything to earn more praise and encouragement. For Ramattra, it’s so much less about the euphoria he feels from you, and more about how long he can please you before you come undone.

But he still would like an orgasm, so he may get a little selfish toward the end of the exercise. He would whisper to you to please forgive him, pushing into you more rough than before, hammering wave after wave of pleasure into himself until he’s completely overwhelmed his systems.

You will literally have to brace yourself the first time he ‘cums’ inside you, his entire frame would tremble and shake while his limbs go rigid and lock up, until he eventually collapses on top of you with a deep sigh as he’s lulled into a brief unconscious state. But he would be up again in just a handful of seconds, and he’d apologize once more

And, being a machine with a nonexistent sense of stamina, he will make it up to you again and again if only you wish for it. Sex turned out to be a lot more fun than he had imagined, especially with a human, and he’d love nothing more than to show you how eternally grateful he is toward you for letting him play.

[aristotletchaikovsky]

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[t3chborb]

On today's episode of "T3chborb shows up in DMs of fanfic writers with inappropriate ideas":

... Nah fr, this started as a solo art project, but then I thought the concept was too good to be left in only image form, so I poked @ya-zz about it, and... here we are LOL. Another artist/writer team up :P

... And goddamn did @ya-zz go all out with the fic. Over 5k words of Ramram goodness. Go read it and give her some love :P Here be the link ;)

As for my part, full pic is HERE, though I suggest you visit the fic first, so you don't get spoiled on the surprise~

[kiwi-on-ice]

can u do 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 lifeweaver x gn!reader ? i found u on tiktok and i loved ur lifeweaver slides!

Favourite positions headcannons with Lifeweaver, Cole Cassidy, Ramattra, Lucio, Genji and Reinhardt with gn!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ smut, reader is implied to have a pussy (or at least be a bottom lmao), dom/sub dynamics and degradation present in Ramattra’s.

Notes: just wanted to do a quick post to say thank you all so much for nearly 300 followers! I’m grateful for you all xx

Lifeweaver:

Oh this is a certified lover boy right here. Best believe he wants a position where he can see your face, where most of your body is exposed to his gaze.

That’s why missionary is always his go to, he’s able to thrust into you while keeping a hand on your cheek to ensure your pretty eyes are on him. So he can gaze down at you lovingly and watch your facial expression as you react to every movement.

It also gives him the ability to pinch and play with your nipples, smiling at the sounds that escape your throat as he lavishes you in praise.

But his absolute favourite thing to do in this position is fold you over yourself, knees pressed to your chin so he can slam into you in a mating press, letting you feel him all the way in your guts.

Because he’s so big, he dwarfs you and ensures all you can think about is him, all you can focus on is his cock thrusting in and out of you rapidly. Loves to kiss you in that position, mumbling against your hips how good you take him, how much he wants to fill you up with his cum for being so so good for him. But before he does that you’ll have to cum first.

Apart from that, any position where he has you in front of a mirror is perfect for him. He’ll set you on his lap so he can play and toy with your body, telling you intricate praises and compliments. If you’re a self conscious person, he’ll make you repeat them back to him while keeping your eyes on the mirror as he brings you over the edge again and again.

Alternatively, he might not even fuck you at all, perfectly content with you sitting on his face as he gives you the pleasure he knows you deserve.

Cole Cassidy:

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

He loves it if you ride him, the sight of you moving up and down on his lap. The sight of every angle of your body being on show for him to watch. The sight of his cock disappearing into your hole with every bounce.

Doesn’t care if it makes him look lazy, he’ll just lay back into the pillows, one hand stroking your hip while the other puffs the cigar in his mouth, occasionally offering it to you.

Now if you really want him to go feral, take his cowboy hat off and put it on yourself. You’ll feel him throb inside you as she growls, teasing you about it as he starts to thrust up inside you.

Now he’s an ass man, so when he isn’t gripping your ass while you ride him, he’s gripping and slapping your ass while he takes you from behind, another favourite of his.

Just loves to see it ripple with every thrust, and how you squeak or moan when he spanks you. Depending on the day he’s had, he’ll pump into you in methodical strokes while teasing you, or he’ll fuck into you hard and fast, chasing his pleasure.

Don’t be surprised if he’s puffing his cigar in that position too, the scent filling your nostrils before you even realised he’d lit it, too preoccupied by how deep he reaches as he forces your back to arch.

Ramattra:

Yeah he also likes doggy style, for more…dominating reasons.

Will love to push your head into the mattress, pounding into you while he mocks you for being so pathetic, so desperate to be filled that you’d let a dangerous omnic fuck you and toy with you just so you could find release.

He’d pull your hair, making your back arch for him as he railed you. Just loves to see how pliable your body is when he has you like this, and the noises that fall from your throat. Will also spank you to elicit similar noises, and best believe you’ll have a handprint on your ass to prove it.

And he could even pick you up in that position, moving you into a full nelson as your body jolts with each punishing thrust upwards.

Alternatively, he likes fucking you against the wall. Displays his sheer strength as he can just manhandle you to a position of his liking, you legs dangling pathetically as he has his way with you.

Although he loves fucking you while you’re facing him in that position, your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds you steady against the wall with his hands on your hips and ass. He won’t want to admit it, but it makes his internal fans whirl louder when he sees you face in ecstasy as you gaze up at him longingly.

However if you’ve been a brat, then you clearly don’t deserve the cock he graciously had fitted just to please you, so he’ll love to watch you hump his leg instead as he sits proud in his chair, legs spread. If you please him enough he might let you sit on his lap and hump his thigh instead. And if you please him just right, if your begs and grovelling are to his satisfaction, he may even let you sink down on him and ride him till he short circuits.

Lucio:

My sweet baby, he’s such a romantic!!! His favourite would definitely be missionary, you guys are just so close like that.

He’ll be holding your hand like a lifeline, gentle and measured strokes inside you as he rests his forehead against yours. Would love to feel all your little gasps against his lips, feeling your chests so close, his thumb soothingly running over the back of your hand. He’s always got you <3

However every man has needs, and Lucio is no different. So if you ask to ride him, he definitely isn’t gonna say no. It’ll be the positon he’s the most vocal in for sure, whines and grunts tumbling out his lips as you use his dick to get off.

He’ll be grabbing everywhere and anywhere, needing to feel useful as you make his eyes roll back with pleasure. Grabbing handfuls of your ass or hips or chest or thighs. Anywhere.

If you hold his hands in this position his hips will twitch, breath shaky as he pleads with you to let him fuck up into you. The whines will just tumble from his mouth, the grip on your hands tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Alternatively, if you’re wearing shorts…please let him hit it from the back. His favourite if you’re having a quickie before his show, pushing into you fast as you bend over his dressing table and present yourself for him. Or even against the door if you’re brave enough, both of you struggling to be quiet as his manager knocks on the wood and tells your boyfriend he’s due on stage in 5 minutes.

Genji:

Another man who loves you riding him. After becoming mostly cybernetic, he’s hyper aware of his own strength, as well as the way he looks now. You being on top allows him to peace of mind that he isn’t gonna accidentally hurt you, or crush you.

But also my god he loves watching the show. The way your hips move and circle to get the most pleasure, your hand gripping at his metal chest to steady yourself, the look on your face as the sensations build and build inside of you. He’ll instinctively go to hold your hips, perhaps accidentally holding that bit too tight so it leaves bruises.

But that position is perfect for praising him, telling him how good he feels, how beautiful you think he is. That’ll really make him whimper, audible over the soft plap of your thighs against him. Instinctively he’ll buck up at the praise, driving his cock deep inside you as he whines in embarrassment and pleasure at your complimentary words.

Hold his hands too, regardless of position he’d like for you to hold on to his hand or arms, makes him feel like you trust him, that you look to him for a source of comfort and security. He might even place something cozy and fuzzy on so you have a gentle fabric to hold.

Reinhardt:

Missionary, a classic position for a classic man. Loves how small you look under him, how his big arms practically dwarf your head as he braces himself above you. Sure he’s no spring chicken anymore, but he can still fuck you the way a pretty thing like you deserve.

And if you teasingly imply he can’t fuck you for too long, or suggest you can get on top instead? Well, that’s pretty much the only time his gentlemanly facade will crack, as he drives into you at a pace most young men wouldn’t dream of; his big cock filling you up so completely that your eyes will be rolling.

But most times he’s the epitome of a gentle giant, gently kissing you as he rocks slowly in and out of your smaller body, his beard gently tickling your neck and shoulder as he leaves small love bites on your skin.

But listen, if you’re with him you’re gonna most likely have a thing for his size and strength. So he will definitely pick you up while you guys are fucking if that’s what his sweetheart wants. With a firm grip on your hips he’ll encourage you to wrap your thighs around him so he can fuck you against the wall, your head against his scarred chest.

In that position, you’ll hear the rumbling in his chest as he moans, telling you how good you are, how stunning you are in his arms; it’s like you belong there. And if you’re fucking him after a mission, he’ll ramble about how he’s always gonna protect you, that it’s his duty to keep you safe and content as you cum around his big cock.

[froggibus]

Got Me Up All Night - Ramattra

Pairing: Ramattra x fem! reader (reader uses female pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Ramattra is used to putting you to sleep when you can’t, but he’s found a far more effective way now…

CW: slight somno (consensual), size difference + size kink, thigh riding, overstimulation, edging, fingering, Ram has a cock, spanking, dom! Ram (that rhymes lol), sub!reader, possessiveness, insomnia, unprotected sex (but he’s a robot so idk how that even works lol), creampie but not really (^)

guys I am so down bad for this guy rn it’s not even funny…trying to focus on my comp games but he’s standing there being this sexy and ugh

It’s well past three am when you’re rolling out of bed and padding down the halls of the monastery. It’s been a while since you went to sleep at a reasonable time, most nights you tossed and turned until you gave up and resigned to wandering around until you found what you were looking for. Or rather, who you’re looking for. 

You find him in his office, legs propped up on his desk while he studies a map. Though he doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, you know he knows you’re there. He says nothing even as you approach him slowly and climb into his lap. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle your head into his neck. 

Ramattra freezes at your touch. He’s not an affectionate being by any means—he’s never really understood why humans are so caught up on it. But having you drape yourself across him, your warm body against his cool metal, he almost understands it. 

He wraps an arm around you, large hand settling on your back. “Another restless night?”

You hum in agreement, nodding your head. The skin of your cheek brushes his and if he was capable of blushing the way humans did, he would. Something about you just gets into his head, and while he’s never cared much for humans and their antics, he cares for you. 

“Do you want to discuss it?” His thick fingers tangle in your hair, gently tugging on the strands. 

“Just wanna sleep,” as if on cue, you yawn. 

He nods, going back to studying the map on his desk. Still, even as he concentrates, his hand still plays with your hair and rubs your back and brushes your fingers. 

You can’t help but stare at how much bigger he is than you. Ramattra, the omnic warrior who could crush you with one hand, but he’s being more gentle than anyone has ever been with you in your entire life and a part of you just melts. Ramattra, who you thought hated you and your kind until he lulled you to sleep in his office and carried you to bed. Ramattra, who can’t communicate his feelings for the life of him—but why would he want to have feelings for you? You’re just a human, after all.

As soon as he notices your heart rate steady and your breathing soften, he’s scooping you up in his arms and carrying you down the hall. He’s as careful as he can be, supporting your body with just enough strength so that you won't wake up. 

He lays you down in your bed but your arms don’t loosen from around your shoulders. A quiet whimper leaves your lips. He tilts his head in confusion. You were asleep a second ago, and he was so careful. 

It doesn’t seem like you’re awake though. 

He sighs and lays on the bed next to you, letting your body weight drape over him. It’s a good thing he finds your sleepiness endearing. 

You subconsciously wrap your arms around him, slinging one of your legs over his muscular one. You’re completely draped over him, and though the omnic could remove you at any point, he thinks it’s a good excuse to stay the night with you. 

He relaxes with you, letting his thoughts wander from Omnic supremacy for a minute. He thinks of you, laying like this underneath him, showing him things he’s always been curious about. Of course, it doesn’t last long. Not when you’re suddenly whining and rubbing up against him. 

He can feel your heart rate pick up too, the steady thumping growing uneven. He’s not sure what to do—are you having a nightmare? Are you in pain? 

He scans you over, looking for any reason for your sudden change in attitude. He grips your shoulder and gently shakes you awake. 

Your eyes flutter open, squinting to adjust to the dark. “W-what?”

You try to gather your bearings. You were having a dream, a really good dream. It’s then that you notice the dampness in your underwear and the way your legs are wrapped around one of his. 

“S-sorry!” You stammer, and go to pull away your leg, but he grabs your hip and keeps you in place. 

He’s so big, so strong—his fingers reach almost to your belly button while his palm is on your hip, and he effortlessly holds you still. “What’s happening? Are you in pain?”

You bite your lip and shake your head, trying to keep your eyes away from his. Your pussy is still gushing and you fight the urge to keep rocking your hips against him. 

“No. I’m not hurt, I—I just…had a weird dream.”

Ramattra looks at you curiously. Your body temperature has gone way up, you can’t look him in the eye, and he can feel a warm wetness in the crotch of your pants. He’s heard of these symptoms before but he’s in complete disbelief. There’s no way you’re aroused, is there?

He holds you still with one hand while he slowly trails the other one down your side, slipping it into the waistband of your shorts. His fingers brush your swollen clit and you whine, trying to clench your thighs around his thick fingers. 

Your reaction confirms all he needs to know, and then he’s withdrawing his hand from your pants and rubbing circles on your thigh. 

“R-ram,” you whimper. 

He finds your pleas endearing. You’re so frail and desperate beneath him, straining your hips against his grip to try and get the friction you’re so desperate for. Still, he holds you in place. 

“Tell me what you need.” 

You whine again, looking at him with desperate eyes and trying to rub your hips against his thick metal thigh. “P-please, let me just—” 

He releases his grip on your hips and you let out a whine as you get the friction you’ve needed. You roll over so you’re somewhat on top of him, gliding your hips up and down his leg. He keeps a hand on your hip to guide you along, occasionally pressing you into him in a way that makes you lick your lips and roll your eyes. 

He’s in utter disbelief. He never thought he’d be close to a human, let alone having sex with one. But you look so fucking cute, and he loves how he has complete control over you. How he can give you so much pleasure or take it away at will. 

You look up at him in utter want and he knows what you’re trying to say—you need more. He rips the fabric of your shorts and underwear apart in one fluid motion, discarding them somewhere on the bed. The cold night air hits your aching pussy and the skin to metal contact is delicious. 

You go faster, rolling your hips up and down in waves, the knot inside of you building. You know you won’t hold out much longer, and all you want is to finish. 

Ramattra considers stopping, lifting you up and ruining your orgasm. But he’s not that cruel. At least, not for the first one. He wants to see you come undone, he wants to see how fucking pretty you’ll be when you cum for him. 

It only takes a few more seconds before you’re clenching around him, muscles spasming and pussy gushing. He holds you still during it, large hand stroking your head, trying to keep you calm while you thrash around wildly. 

You let out a sigh of relief, rolling off of him. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “I wasn’t really thinking straight and—”

Ramattra is on top of you, caging you in to the bed with his body above yours. “Who said I was done with you?”

You swallow hard. “I-I don’t think I can take another one.”

“You can,” his hand trails down your stomach, thick fingers starting to work on your clit, “and you will.”

You suck in a breath, your legs spreading against your will. You’re so wet and warm and waiting for him, your pussy practically begging to be opened up by him. He circles the tip of his finger around your entrance, admiring the way you clench the air in anticipation. 

He slips his finger inside of you. Just one of his fingers is so thick, so long. He reaches places you could never dream of reaching on your own, filling you up so damn good. He works you open, watching you writhe beneath him and whine from the sensitivity. 

It doesn’t take much to stretch you out enough to slip another finger in, the omnic pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace. You’re thrashing around so wildly that he keeps a hand on your stomach to steady you, pushing down and creating a pressure against the fingers he has inside of you. 

He can feel your muscles starting to tense again, hear it in the way you’re whining. He knows you’re not going to last long. He curls his fingers inside of you, trying to get you closer to your orgasm. 

You’re so close, you can taste it. You thrust your hips into his hand, desperate to finish. You can feel it, your whole body is begging for it. 

And then he pulls out.

You don’t waste a second in trying to shove one of your hands between your legs. Ram catches your hand before you can even touch your oversensitive clit, grabbing both of your wrists in one of his hands and pinning it above your head. 

“Do you want to finish?”

You nod furiously, looking at him with your messy hair and pleading eyes. “Y-yes, god, so fucking badly.”

He trails his other hand up your thigh, going so painfully slow. You arch your back, whimpering. Just before his fingers can slide back into you, just before he touches you, he pulls back. 

“R-ram!”

He squeezes your wrists in warning, reminding you who’s in control here. “You finish when I say you finish. You want to be good for me, yes?”

You nod. 

“Good,” he sounds pleased with your answer, and trails his hand back up your thigh. 

His finger barely grazes your clit but you shiver, arching your back off of the bed. He can’t help but laugh at your desperation, the way you’re so whiny and needy for only his fingers. The way you’re so desperate to be fucked by an omnic almost double your size. It’s so dirty, he loves it. 

He finally shoves two fingers back inside of you, returning to his earlier pace without letting you adjust. That burning need to cum mixed with your sensitivity from earlier and the way he’s so lost in your pussy is all too much for you. It only takes a few thrusts before you come undone around him. 

This time is way more intense than the first, walls spasming around his fingers. He releases your wrists, letting you arch your back and whine beneath him. 

He waits for you to catch your breath for a minute before leaning in close to your ear and whispering, “do you need more?”

You shake your head. Your skin is already feverish and sweating from cumming twice, and your pussy is so sensitive you’re not sure you can take much more. 

Ramattra slaps your pussy hard, staring at you expectantly. “Do you need more?” He emphasises each word with a slap, admiring the way you gush with each one. 

You like pain—he’ll have to remember that. 

“Y-yes!” You gasp out, clenching your thighs together. “I need more. I-I need you.”

He hums in satisfaction, happy with your answer. “That’s the slut I know.”

His words fluster you, making your head even dizzier than it was before. It’s so brash, so unlike him, but you love it. You love how he’s treating you like an experiment. 

Ramattra gets onto his knees in front of you, messing around with the plate just below his abdomen. Omnics aren’t built for breeding, they aren’t meant to procreate. But through years of the evolution of technology and omnic-human relationships, modifications have been made. 

You’re shocked to see Ram remove his plate, revealing a tentacle like cock made of the same organic metal as his body. It’s long and thick, and it’s bigger than anything you’ve tried to take before, but all you want is to feel it inside of you, stretching you out. 

Ramattra laughs at the size difference. He’s already much bigger than a human, and he knows that extends to every part of him. He knows that by fucking you he’ll be ruining you for every human man after, but he doesn’t care. Those human men can’t have you—no one can. They don’t deserve you. 

He lines up the tip at your entrance, rubbing his cock through your folds and gathering up your juices on his length. It’s such a funny feeling for him, you feel nothing like he expected but he loves it. 

He slowly pushes his way inside of you, feeling your gummy walls stretch around him. You whimper, desperately wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He pushes his way deeper, his cock stopping just past halfway. 

He frowns. “You can take more than that.”

You shake your head, toes curling. “Too deep,” you protest. 

He pulls out and slams back in, trying to force more of his length inside of you. He’s so much bigger than you, so much bigger than anything you’ve taken before. He completely stretches you out, reaching places you never knew were there. 

He picks up his pace, slamming his hips against yours in a way you know will leave bruises tomorrow. He’s so deep inside of you, you can hardly take it. Regardless of the pain and the stretch, you find yourself lifting up your legs to give him easier access. 

Ram uses this as an excuse to force himself deeper, hips colliding with yours with every thrust. He trails his hand down your stomach, squinting when he feels the slight bulge in your abdomen. He looks at it in shock—is he really that deep inside of you? Are you really that much smaller than him?

It only drives him to fuck you harder, throwing your legs over his shoulder in a mating press. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, crying out so loudly he’s sure half the monastery can hear you. Good, they’ll know who you belong to. 

You’re almost sobbing from the pleasure, alternating between squeezing his shoulders and burying your head in his neck. Everything is so hot and sensitive, and he’s so big and so deep you can feel him everywhere. But you want more. You need more. 

You moan out his name and please like a prayer. You’re not even sure what you want, what you need. Your brain has practically turned to mush at this point, and you’re getting close to the edge. 

Ram can feel it too, and his cock vibrates in response. The feeling makes you shiver, only begging him to fuck you harder. You’re so close, so so close. All you need is a little more…

His cock pulses again and you come undone, tugging him close to you while you cum. Everything is so hot and wet and the faint feeling of him fucking you through your orgasm only drives you even more. 

Your orgasm is enough to bring him close to his, cock vibrating steadily as he thrusts into you sloppily. He’s so desperate, collapsing on top of you in an attempt to get as deep as possible. 

Finally, he lets go. There’s a hot warmth spreading through your stomach, and you look up at him through teary lashes. “Did—did you just…?”

“Organic nanites,” he explains, smoothing your hair back. 

You nod slowly. It feels so good you don’t care, he could keep fucking his nanites inside of you all night as long as he makes you feel this good. 

It’s not long until you’re starting to drift off to sleep again, your head on his chest and a leg around either side of one of his. Ram strokes your hair, admiring how fucked out you look. There’s still more that he wants to try with you, but there will be plenty of sleepless nights for that in the future.

[nekovmancer]

Hmm, how about your favorite overwatch characters with a tall reader?

Overwatch characters with a tall reader, featuring Ramattra, Junkrat, and Mauga

warnings: nsfw ahead! mentions and displays of size kink, dom/sub dynamics, nudity, degrading, sex, hatesex, masturbation etc etc

a/n: heyyy, anon! I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG *sniff sniff* Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!! I will take this very opportunity to be a bit… naughty and make this hcs nsfw flavored (maybe these will be the ones making me less self conscious of my smut writing… we’re hoping so). Also!! Will write for different characters this turn, despite Ramattra ofc; he’s my soulmate, I can’t help but simp. *maybe I will do a version with Junker Queen, Ashe aaaand Ana later, rn I just wanted to give you this piece dkwajfk **reposting bc i guess my stupid try of posting during the afternoon plus being aesthetic FAILED KJDWKAF

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Ramattra

He was built to be tall, standing above the tropes as Anubis’ commander of a deadly army; a living weapon in all meanings. So it’s an admirable surprise to find someone who, despite not matching his fully extension, can almost face him directly  

He finds it… a bit challenging at first, also because you do challenge him with the unnerving comments you call opinions, and it’s so much worse when it ends up you were right all along

A human, who should be inferior to him not only in intellectual aspects, but in constitution as also, and it’s none of it at all? I mean, big fella is so mad at it that it’s actually a shame how much he gets turned on by all this hatred

And as despise grows inside him, burning his circuits by the memory of you alone, something else finds a room to sneak in, making these heated feelings even worse

How he would love to silence this clever tongue of yours whenever you used it against him, to have you swallow all of your words instead of him being the one to gulp his pride as trying to untangle the mess you made of him with your words only

Ramattra wants revenge on all the times you’ve made a fool of him, to let you know who is really above here; not only by the few inches that apart your heights, but to clearly state for once who’s the superior being

And when you dare to use your tongue against him again, an argument about to explode… let’s just say you both find it a better use. A much, much better one.

Now you’re the one to be taken by surprise, finding yourself fitting his length all the way down to your throat; a few gags here and there, but still your mouth circles his cock almost perfectly, as it was made for you and for you only. Well… you’re not sure about it, not even why a R-7000 of all omnics had a dick module installed nice and ready, but this was no time to ask, was it?

What you do know is how sensitive it is, for the way Ramattra flinches when your tongue touches his tip before running all the way down. You know he’s doing his best to keep his usual steadiness, stopping the grunts that are vocalized with a little static, after all, his pride was his to maintain unharmed; or as little as he could. The failing is obvious, but still it’s damn amusing to see how even under him, you got the upper hand nonetheless

That’s when he catches you grinning like a devil, your tongue swirling around and the warm wetness of your mouth driving him fucking insane; something you already did with no effort, but now… it’s divine as much as it’s wicked. A creature like you, a pathetic human with little care for danger sucking a goddamn Ravager out of his mind. Maybe he should give you more credit… Once he’s done, who knows, right now he can’t think of other thing but you, kneeling between his legs, taking him without a trouble; as you’ve desired this longer than he did

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he groans, fingers finding their way through your hair, hissing when he grabs a handful too close to the scalp, tight enough for your skin to burn in response. The reply is right there, on the tip of your tongue… but your grin just gets wider before you could come up with it. “Don’t act like you aren’t.”

Junkrat

When he looks up at you, it’s almost like you can see the stars sparkling in his eyes. Amazed is one way to describe it, but if he was the one in charge of choosing a word for this feeling it would totally be: SMASH! 

Definitely, Junkrat would love to be smashed by you. One recurrent and very dirty thought of his is to have you sitting on his face, dwarfing his frame with yours, until his moans were suffocated by your skin as he indecently runs his tongue all around your soft spots

He can’t help being a bit of a slut, actually. Always touchy and clingy, running his fingers around the lines on your palm, claiming how big your fingers are and then wondering how they would feel if you randomly smacked them right into his cheek. Oh, how sad it would be… and the great pain that would come… dude has a boner before he can think twice

A masochist and proud, thank you. To be spanked and have his pleasure denied by you? The thought of it already has him nuts! Junkrat is one who loves to be mistreated already, and by a stunning person such as yourself just makes it even better

Most of the time, you’re the one on top, and he insists it’s like this. If you’re riding him, you can totally use his neck for support, of course! Please, just do it with your big fucking hands and choke him until his face burns red. Hell, he’ll take everything with an enormous goofy smile to his lips, braincells going dead with each bounce of your hips making the pressure on his neck rougher and rougher

Pinning him against a wall is a MUST. He will blush and squirm pathetically as you lean on, barely making with a sloppy kiss before turning a mess of himself from how his whole body quivers in anticipation, a huge bulge to his pants that definitely will end up being rubbed on your thigh, perfectly fit between his legs; and even raising him a little bit

Eager to try something new, making quite a pervy genius as he comes up with toys you don’t even know that existed in shape and length, some of them his own making. Junkrat’s favorite by now is wax play, which has him trembling and almost imploding when the warm wax touches his skin, tracing patterns all along his back as he shivers and moans your name over and over. And, again, if you’re down for it he’ll beg for you to sit on top of him while you do it

Just. sit. on. him. But not on his lap, no: he wants you to be laying under you, to have his figure clouded by your shadow, at your full mercy and… yeah, also your chest is actually really really great to be seen from this angle. And your face, oh your face! It’s just one hundred times meaner when you stare at him from above, asking who’s your little slut

“IT’S ME! IT’S ME!”

Enjoys degrading much more than he should. At first you’re uneasy about saying such things, but again: Junkrat insists. He wants to hear you putting him in his place, calling him pet names that state you’re the one in control… he’s yours to be tortured until he’s crying out from pleasure. Still, he will beg for more

“A lil’ bit harder won’t hurt, y’know? Well- who am I trying to fool here? ‘Course it will hurt, bring it on!”

In the aftermath, he IS the little spoon, no point arguing. And with the height difference between you, his body fits much better in yours this way, so there isn’t a reason to complain, actually

Mauga

Dude is big already and always thought the little ones were so fun to ruin. So when you tag along with Tallon, standing a few inches under his shoulder length… a whole lot of new ideas instantly pop into his head. And boy, none of them are less than nasty

Mauga tries to corner you everytime, pinning you down a wall would be a statement, but… your faces are pretty much on the same level, so there’s no down here, and you easily brush him off around his first eleven tries. Well, plan B was to stay in front of you during missions and then ooopsieeee… falling down on top of you while so innocently trying to prevent you from being damaged. All of it for your well being, damn!

Reaper has scolded you both for it despite you having nothing to do with whatever Mauga thinks he’s doing with those stupid muscles, the obvious flirtation and that ridiculously charming smirk… oh, fuck him!

Even when you had a spare day to keep your mind cool, there he was, testing your nerves. You’re doing great on ignoring him, until the bastard shot a compliment to your body, and you did blush madly with each word he spoke evenly

“You have such beautiful long legs, y’know? Tch, you’d need a pair of big hands to smooth them right,” the most shameless smirk ever follows along, and despite you feel like smacking it out of Mauga’s face… you feel something tingling under your skin

Still, the best way to deal with a teaser is to not let them embarrass you. Direct confrontation should do, and despite your burning cheeks stating the contrary, you had the guts to stare right into his eyes and dare him to do it so, since he had hands big enough for the job

That’s how you ended up fucking. 

Before you knew it, your face was pressed against the wall, a cold contrast to Mauga’s fever pitched body behind you, pressing you further as his hand get rid of your pants, leaving the free way to skin to touch skin

Indeed, his hands were more than fitting the run along the extension of your tights, leaving nothing untouched as they reached for the inner parts, brushing against your core until you’re swallowing thick 

“Told ya’, darling. You just needed the right guy for it,” is it questionable that of all options you could have, he would be the right one? Yes. Would you contest him as his fingers teased you further? Absolutely not. You couldn’t care less for all the shit he had ever done as your underwear is pulled, thick fingers trailing their way between your folds as he already knew you for ages

All Mauga could think as he fucks you with his fingers, curling them inside and reaching for that sweet spot as his other hand muffles your fucking delicious moans, is how you’re a perfectly fit for each other. The way his body molds itself against yours, the little difference just makes it even perfect, how effortless you’ve given yourself to him… oh, he’s your soulmate, for sure

This man turns out to be absolutely obsessed with you, your body, your voice: everything. Both of his hearts are beating for you, and only you… and say toodaloo to your peace, ‘cause he won’t leave your heel any sooner 

[korpuskat]

Erm. Can you please elaborate further on Ramattra being into (giving) degradation and his possible sadistic fantasies? My sub ass is screaming rn

He’s very eager to tell you how filthy you are for being attracted to him, for needing him. He could kill you at any moment, yet you’re drooling, begging for his cock? How pitiful. His broken little human pet, always wet and ready for him to play with…

For sadism, he wants… to be able to hurt you (very gently, for his standards) and know you still want him. He wants to pull your hair and hear you moan, he wants to slap your pussy and have you whine and flinch away from him, only to present yourself again a moment later.

He’s even more thrilled if you’re actually a masochist, that you’re not just enduring this for the pleasure intermixed. It’s not a challenge for him, like with some Doms, rather he’s pleased to know he can almost enjoy himself more, knowing you’re just as excited for his harshness.

[professionalranter31]

There are four species we can play as within Overwatch

The first are the humans who make up the majority of the heroes we can play as. There are sub parts to them such as the cybernetically enhanced, the genetically modified, and one unique case of a chronally dissociated pilot

Next is the genetically enhanced animals of which there are only two we can play as and both are tanks currently represented with a enhanced Gorilla (Winston) and an enhanced Hamster who fights in a giant hamster ball (Wrecking Ball)

Then there are the attempts at recreating Omnics with Orisa and Echo. I’m classifying them as this because they didn’t go through the awakening like the Omnics and instead are attempts to replicate the life that Aurora gave Omnics

Finally there are the Omnics themselves with Ramattra, Bastion, and Zenyatta (the only species other species that has at least one of them in each role [I would count BoB if he was playable]). However, Bastion is different from the other two because war bots like his model, at least most of them, didn’t go through the awakening. So he is a rarity among Omnics but if he could happen then it could also happen for others.

Now, why am I bringing this up? I want there to be break from releasing human heroes and a focus on releasing non human heroes

There are a bunch of test subjects that could be released as playable heroes, I mean there’s a voice line between Winston and Hammond mentioning a female test subject name Hypatia, give us some more animals to play as. Especially in the other roles, distribute the species to other roles and don’t lock them into just one

With attempts at recreating an Omnic life like Echo or Orisa I’m not expecting there to be many, but I would want at least one more who is evil just to have some contrast with the other attempts at creating the awakening

And with Omnics, given the importance they have to the story of Overwatch I’m disappointed there aren’t more of them. And two of them are Shambali while another is essentially a new born with how recently Bastion woke up from his coma. Having more Omnics that come from different walks of life would be a better representation of them, and showing that there are other war bots who awakened like Bastion should be something to consider. Plus, I want to play as Iggy, I want to play as rocker girl Omnic who is Tracer’s friend and represents the Omnics of London like how Tracer represents the humans of London, albeit the ones who support Omnic rights.

Look, the human heroes are great, I mean Reinhardt, Venture, and Moira are amazing characters just like the rest of the human heroes, but there are other species within the Overwatch world that need representation within the roster and not just the rare lore drop we get with comics and books

[colemorrison]

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ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ..

Pairing : Ramattra/GN!Reader

Genre : Oneshot/Drabble

Warning's : NSFW, sub ram because I fucked up and have to redeem myself.

Summary :

"I am sorry for how i acted, please touch me."

"Suddenly so obedient aren't you? Pet."

Word Count : 213

A/n : @ya-zz ( ˘ ³˘)

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The cuffs were driving him insane, he didn't deserve your touch but he was desperate for it, fingers gripping the air. "Please Yazz.." His hips bucked at the soft touch you gave his thighs, he dug his heels into the bed, trembling and struggling for any way to calm down. Ramattra needed to feel you, your hands on his dick, your lips on his faceplate.

"I am sorry for how i acted, please touch me." "Suddenly so obedient aren't you? Pet."

"I beg you please have mercy." Ramattra begging was new, him being like this was new. So submissive and such a whore for any contact.

"I will touch you if you can tell me what you did wrong." He tried, he tried so hard to recall what he did wrong today, did he say something? Did he act out of line? What had he done? He couldn't remember, hours of your fingers so softly touching his dick had fried his circuits.

"I.. I am trying. You have to-" "Telling me what I have to do when you're the one tied up is a new one."

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[ramattrasgf]

Title: Bluecid Pairing: Ramattra/Reader Warnings: Dom/sub, Anal Fingering, Forced Eye Contact, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Forced Insemination, Forced Orgasm a/n: ramattra is a brat tamer now

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As you enter the dressing room, you try not to make eye contact with any of the girls, going straight to the shower. You feel his touch and your sweat going down the drain as you try to come up with an excuse without telling everyone who you spent time with. Ramattra's words ring in your head as you rest your head against the stall wall. "I will speak to my brother about assigning you to my quarters."

God, what would you be doing in there? The thought makes your clit swell. You imagine yourself riding him again, this time facing him as your hands splay across his dark metal chest, mewling about how much you need him while he says something snarky back. "Of course you need me. I am far superior to any mate you'll ever find."

You scrunch up your nose as you end the shower, knowing you're taking longer than necessary. The dressing room is relatively empty when you step out, though you feel eyes on your back as you dress in your pajamas, deciding not to go back out.

"(Y/N)." You stiffen.

Maximilien.

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[amethystreaperwrites]

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[ya-zz]

Hi I’d like to provide counter-angst, AKA stupid crack fluff shenanigans! So you know how Ram’s favorite animal are ants? Imagine how he’d react to somehow finding a bunch of Pikmin, which are basically like a d v a n c e d ants. (Yes I’m putting this on the table in honor of Pikmin 4 releasing today after 10 years of waiting)

ooo this was a fun little one to write! I had to ask the discord group about Pikmin because I had no idea what they do. I have heard of the games, but never played any of them-

But hey! Here's another req done! ♥

Ramattra and Pikmin

Word count: 1140

Some time ago, Ramattra was asked what his favourite animal was, and at the time, he found it a rather ridiculous and perplexing question. He hadn’t exactly thought much of it, nobody was ever interested in his favourite things, be it animals, literature or even music. 

Although, despite the sudden question, he replied back just as quick, almost as if his processor had just done over a million searches in just under a second. 

“Ants. They build marvellous structures and cooperate when threatened. I find them... Inspirational.” 

The small guy who asked didn’t seem too convinced with the answer and that was the end of that conversation. Ramattra deemed it; irrelevant. 

It wasn’t a question that weighed on his processors though. He had more pressing matters to attend to which was the liberation of omnics. 

As time passed by, however, he had researched more about these ‘ants’. What they do, their purpose in life, how they act and form their colonies. Ramattra was intrigued by these creatures and perhaps that’s some sub thought behind his attacks with Null Sector. By fighting as one, we are stronger.

The more he looked into them, the more he found them fascinating; ants can lift up to 10-50 times its body weight, each ant has a specific job to do within its colony and that ants are this worlds strongest insect compared to its body size. Papers upon papers of research stacked on his desk of just ants. He was practically obsessed with them. 

As his war went on, many cities destroyed and chaos trembling the streets, Ramattra wanted, no, needed, a small break. Tension and anger was rising as his attempts of liberation were failing. He needed to clear his systems but going back to the Monastery was only going to sour those feelings more. 

Instead, he settled on a small area of nature, trees and high grass, flowers and life blossoming despite the war going on a few kilometres away. It was tranquil, the breeze shaking the leaves, some falling off the branches as Ramattra walked the dirt path. There was no destination in mind, there never was whenever he wanted to feel peace. He would wander for hours if he could, letting his processors go through every thought, every error. 

Taking a seat by an old tree, he rests his staff on his lap, hands entwining together as he meditates. Images and videos run through his head, where it all went wrong, how it could be different. If his brother would join him, what would the outcome be? 

All he could do was think, errors clearing, fans cooling him down as his processor slows down. His body hums quietly amongst the sounds of the forest, birds above him chirping and leaves rustling. He was finally calm until a sound he had never registered before sounded near his receptor. 

His head tilts upwards and then to the location of the sound. His optics look around but he couldn’t see anything. There was nobody there, no human nor omnic. 

He stared for a moment longer before returning back to his meditation. 

The sound started again. 

Ramattra turned, but nothing was seen, so he turned back and bowed his head.

It sounded again but this time Ramattra released his hands, thumping one into the tree behind him with an irritated groan. Strangled sounds emerged, small things fell beside him, a few landed in his cowl. He almost seemed surprised, hand reaching down to grab these little things.

He looked down at them, sensors scanning these peculiar entities but nothing came up. Nobody had written or seen such a thing before, Ramattra seemed to be the first one. 

The small creatures looked back up at him, cocking their heads to the side to mimic Ramattra as he did it too. The small leaves and flowers on their head bobbing against the wind only confused him more. 

“Curious little things…” He turns his hand, watching as they scramble to sit gently on top of his hand. The ones seated in his cowl watch on, making squeaky and unnatural noises as their friends move around him. 

“What are you?” 

Ramattra watches as they jump down from his hand and gather together in a group. The little noises they made irked him slightly, receptor trying to lower their frequency so it wasn’t as irritating. 

The group near his thigh consisted of a multitude of colours, mainly red, yellow and blue. He wonders if they have specific uses, so he cocks his head to the side once more, processors trying to find some information on them, no matter how obscure. When he was met with nothing, he simply speaks. 

“What is it that you do?” 

The red ones quickly gather together, running off and picking up a large rock whilst the yellow ones began conducting electricity. It was practically a shock to Ramattra, especially when his finger hovered above the yellow ant-like creatures. He chuckled, the little shock tickling him. The blue creatures stood together in a group, seeming unsure of what to do as they look around. 

“And you, little things?” Ramattra points to the blue group. 

They make some noises as if to communicate but Ramattra doesn’t understand. 

“Peculiar…” He hums, leaning back slightly against the tree. His optics look down, seeing the ones seated inside of his cowl. He chuckles once more before looking at the surrounding area. 

“You remind me of ants. Little insects that can… well, lift heavy objects. Maybe not conduct electricity, but stay together as a group.” He looks down again. “Are there any more of you?” 

They make the noises again, looking at each other as if speaking to one another. The rather gigantic omnic looks on, wondering what they could be saying. 

Almost, as if unionised, they call out only to be met with silence. It took a moment before many more little creates appeared, surrounding Ramattra. Different kinds appeared too, chunky purple ones, little pink ones with wings buzzed by his receptors and danced around his head. White and rock looking creatures appeared soon after. 

Ramattra was stunned, but he was intrigued. How come there is no information on these little creatures? He watches them scurry around him, some climbing over his thighs, others clinging onto his arms, while the ones buzzing around his head settled within his cowl. He was swarmed with these “ants” and he enjoyed it. He was fascinated, wanting to learn more about each and every one of them. 

He sat there under the tree, the breeze passing by as he watched these creatures. He spoke on occasion, trying to get as much information as he could with their little noises and gestures. It was going to be a long process to study them, but one he was determined to carry out amongst his liberation.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 8: Free use with Ramattra

fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains: dom/sub dynamics, omnic superiority kink slightly? if that's a thing?, one spank

Humming to yourself softly, you wash up the few dishes in the sink idly as you daydream. So deep in your daydream in fact that you don't hear the hulking footsteps of the omnic who appears behind you. Wrapping his huge arms around your waist, you jump at the contact to which he hums, uninterested.

"It's only me." he states, as you're still holding a plate. You laugh softly and start to clean it, before your hips are moved towards him, forcing you to be bent over the sink slightly.

"I have had a...testing day." he remarks, flipping up your skirt and causing you to gasp. He quickly moves his thick fingers over your clothed pussy, aiming to get you wet as quickly as possible.

You and Ramattra have a deal, something that benefits you both in your non-conventional relationship. He's allowed to use you whenever he wishes, as long as you don't use the safeword, to satisfy his frustration, desires or curiosity. In return, you get to be railed when you least expect it, being turned on by never knowing quite when the mood will strike your lover.

"Now?" you ask breathlessly.

"Yes." he replies bluntly, the agitation of the day's events clearly weighing heavy on his mind as slips his fingers and fingers you. The feeling of his thick digits is always heavenly, as small noises spill from your parted lips. But it isn't enough, he knows what he needs, what he's been thinking about the whole way home.

He pushes your underwear to the side and sinks it in, making your arch a little and nearly drop the plate, to which he tuts.

"Now now pet, don't be sloppy." he chastises, but the slight glitch in his voice modulator shows how much he needs this. He pulls out before roughly thrusting back in, causing you to shakily place the plate on the drainboard. Feeling the rhythm of his thrusts, you grip the edge of the sink, but he laughs coldly and slaps your ass.

"No, continue your work. The kitchen still needs to be clean despite me using you."

Whimpering at his instruction, you gently start to wash some utensils while you try not to react to his brutal thrusts in your cunt. Every stroke of his cock in your cunt makes your eyes nearly cross; you remember the day well when Ramattra came home with his new attachment, perfectly modeled to your favourite dildo. Now though, it's hard to concentrate on anything but having your insides rearranged.

Still, you persevere, cleaning the last few dishes as your lover fucks the frustration out of himself. When you're done, you grip the sides of the sink yet again and start to enjoy the pleasure, the feeling only he can give you.

"You did well, doing what you're told." he praises, sneaking a hand round to play with your clit. You moan and tighten around him, happy to have his approval.

He seemingly likes your reaction, since he speeds up his hips and keeps rubbing circles on your core. He never gets tired of seeing you in ecstasy, curious as to how the human form reacts to differing touches and sensations. Being with you made him understand why humans spend so much of their lives in the bedroom, purely from the visual side, let alone the sensations now his wires are connected to a more...sensitive appendage.

He uses his other hand to keep a bruising grip on your hip, moving it a little to assess the damage. "You humans bruise so easily, it would be endearing if it wasn't so pathetic."

You feel yourself get more wet at his demeaning words, never hiding the fact that whenever he spoke of omnic superiority, you felt more submissive and needy for him. His hand stroking up and feeling the way your back arches, driving himself into you over and over again.

Feeling your orgasm building, you beg him for permission, hoping it'll please him since he didn't demand it of you.

"Good girl, begging for what you want. Yes, yes you may make a mess on me. Make a mess on your superior.”

You nearly chip your nails with how hard you grip onto the sink as you cum over his cock, whimpering as Ramattra pulls your hair so he can observe your face. As you come down from your high, you feeling your thighs shake as he turns you around.

"And make a mess you have, I think you should clean it up." he demands, gently pressing your shoulders to encourage you to get on your knees.

You know what's expected of you as you take him in your mouth, sucking and tasting your pussy juice on your tongue. As you bob your head, feeling the omnic's hand gently stroking the back of your head, you know that despite the unusual circumstances of your relationship, there was truly nowhere else you'd rather be than on your knees in your kitchen, servicing Ramattra's cock.

[froggibus]

Just This Once - Ramattra

Pairing: Ramattra x f! reader (reader uses f pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 955

Summary: Ram needs a little stress relief while he’s working, and who better to do it than his beloved pet?

CW: cockwarming, cervix fucking, overstim if you squint, Ram calls you pet, dom/sub dynamics, Ram is kinda mean, unprotected sex (but he’s an omnic so idk), creampie (but he’s an omnic so idk), Ram has a cock, mentions of aftercare :)

hi i absolutely love this man and it’s been too long since I got to write about him so what better time than day 3 of kinktober? cockwarming has been on my mind for a long time and doing it with Ram is just >>>> enjoy!!

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“R-ram!” You whine, shifting your hips forwards.

Ramattra’s one hand grip on your waist is bruising. He barely uses any strength to hold you still, all of his focus remaining on the holopad in front of him. He pays no notice to the way you clench around his cock.

You bury your face in his neck, closing your eyes and trying to think of anything other than how good his cock feels inside of you. He’s so big that he fills you up to the brim, your poor pussy struggling to make room for him. It doesn’t help that he has you sitting perfectly still, either.

“Please,” you beg and try to roll your hips again, only for him to tighten his grip and hold you in place. “I just—I wanna feel you.”

“You can feel me perfectly fine now.”

His words bring tears to your eyes. You ache desperately for more friction, the frustration starting to overwhelm you. You push your face further into the nook of his shoulder to hide your desperate sniffles and whines. 

Ram rolls his eyes at the feeling of your wet tears. “Don’t forget, pet. You were the one begging me for this.”

“I-I know but—”

“But nothing,” he tsks. “I have important work to finish.”

You sigh and let yourself fall against him completely. Your pussy still clenches and throbs around his cock, juices dripping down onto his thighs. You tighten your arms around his shoulders, the pressure giving you something to focus on other than the pulsing between your legs.

Ram only works for a few minutes before he notices that you’ve gone completely still. He tries to ignore it, but your perfect stillness and even breathing get the best of him. 

He strokes your back, waiting for a reaction. You don’t move, a dead weight on his chest. Ram grips your hips and lifts you up, slamming you all the way down on his cock. That gets a reaction out of you. 

You whine and tense up, looking up at him with teary eyes. “So mean,” you mumble. 

He keeps his grip on your hips, thrusting in and out of you at a devastatingly slow pace. “Mean?” He scoffs. “Mean? I’m so nice to you.”

Your knuckles turn white from gripping his metallic shoulders, trying to force a faster pace. Ram doesn’t let you, though. 

“So needy,” he hums. “Couldn’t even let me finish my work.”

He releases you from his grasp and crosses his arms behind his head. You desperately pull yourself up with his shoulders, nails scraping against his back, before letting yourself drop onto his length. 

He stretches you out so well, cock pulsing in your pussy in a way that makes your eyes roll back. You don’t care about how desperate and needy you look—you just want to feel him. 

Ram watches as you fuck yourself on him, each thrust punctuated with a squelching noise. You look so small and weak in front of him, so cute and helpless. 

Your eyes roll back, lashes coated in tears. You look up at him desperately, rocking your hips faster in your frustration. Ram sighs. 

He must be getting weak, because he would have let you get off this easy otherwise. 

He lifts you off of his lap, bending you over his desk. “Alright, pet,” he bottoms out inside of you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “But just this once.”

You drool at the way he fucks you, bottoming out with every thrust. You stretch your arms across the desk and grasp the edge—anything to keep your mind from turning to mush. 

His pace is brutal, his cock only leaving the tightness between your legs for milliseconds before pushing back in. Your legs shake, giving out and leaving you flattened against the desk. 

The heat that’s been building in your stomach threatens to explode, all of your muscles quivering in anticipation. You squeeze your eyes shut, clenching up around his cock as your orgasm washes over you. 

Ram keeps fucking into you, your pussy fluttering around him with every thrust. He knows you came from the juices that splattered his stomach and dripped down his legs, but he hasn’t. 

The heat from your orgasm doesn’t dissipate, sensitivity overwhelming you. Your pussy aches from the overstimulation, every movement of his cock enough to make your head spin. 

You tighten your grip on the desk and pull yourself forward—whether to ground yourself or escape, you’re not sure. 

Ram grabs your hips and pulls you back into him, prying your hands off of the desk. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Your words fail you, washed away in the waves of pleasure from how he’s fucking you. He grabs your wrists together, pinning them behind your back. Your cheek presses into the desk and the cold wood feels like bliss on your hot skin. 

He uses your hands as leverage to keep fucking you, his thrusts getting sloppier each time. You know it won’t be long now. He drives you into the desk, the wood starting to slide across the floor with every thrust. The impact of his thighs against yours is hard enough to bruise, but the pain feels so good. 

“Such a good pet,” he groans. “Such a good cocksleeve.”

His cock twitches, hot liquid filling you up. You go limp on the desk and let him finish pumping inside of you. Your pussy aches when he pulls out, clenching around the air.

Ram strokes your head, “are you alright?”

You nod weakly. Your whole body is warm and sore, and you’re sure walking will be next to impossible in the morning. 

He wraps his arms around you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[rhythm-writes]

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What if Ramattra somehow got abducted. But whoever abducted him made a mistake, and now the boss of the operation is freaking out because holy shit that's Ramattra

Boss: How?! How did you manage to fuck up this bad?! How did you take the one guy I specifically told you to stay away from!

Underling: Well, first we beat the shit out of him after we fried his, well, everything

Boss: ... we're dead. We're so fucking dead. S/O's gonna kill all of us- maybe, maybe if we just bring him back they won't-

The door bursts open

S/O: Y'know what I really love?

Boss: Please don't hurt us-

S/O: I love that you thought this was a good idea! I mean, abducting my husband, pulling me out of retirement because of this little stunt you thought would be fun to pull, really, I love all of this just so much

They're not scared of him. They're scared of his spouse, who apparently hasn't told him quite everything about their past, including the vigilante stuff they did

Anyway S/O gets to carry him bridal style out of the house. They're human so no one knows how they pulled that off but he gets to be held so that's nice

I LOVE BADASS READER SO MUCH??? Like I usually write weak pathetic little Readers bc im a sub but the power fantasy of being able to save Ramattra... (sighs).....