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i cannot decide between asking for ageplay with ramattra or brat tamer ramattra. i humbly beg for you to pick one for i do not have the fortitude to do it myself 🙇

chose brat tamer because I don't know if you guys are ready for my kind of ageplay, you feel me?

but I tried my best, it's been a while since I've written and I need to get back into the flow slowly 💜

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BRAT TAMER RAMATTRA

!! 18+ • MDNI

!! DomTop! Ramattra, BratBottom! Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Ambiguous Reader Genitals, Spanking, BDSM Dynamics (obvi)

!! I know it's not amazing shh let me get back into the writing flow

RAMATTRA WHO

has had enough of your teasing all day.

It started when you wore the shirt that hugged you correctly in all the right ways

It ended when he was trying to get some work done..

And you were there, yapping away.

"Can you please be quiet, pet? I'm trying to get some work done an-"

"No."

And it clicked for him in his circuits.

You wanted to be bratty?

You wanted to talk back?

"Come here. Now."

"Make me."

Oh, that was the last fuckin straw.

Ramattra who puts away his work and stood up from his desk

And, for a brief moment, you get some satisfaction thinking he was listening to you.

But it isn't until he's bent in front of you that you realize you may have gone overboard today.

"I will give you until the count of three."

"One.."

"Two.."

"Three."

Ramattra who forcibly picks you up and puts you over his lap.

Who carefully decides if you should be bare assed while he did this, and ultimately goes that route

Takes off your pants and underwear, gently rubbing your flesh.

He places his finger in your mouth and uses the same finger to lightly tease your little hole..

Just as a means to make you think this wouldn't be as bad as you thought.

But then, he stops.

And his hand comes down on your ass.

He would never admit it, but the sound of his metal palm coming down on your backside makes his circuits fry a little.

Especially after a day like this.

You know the drill by now, one spank for each little aggression of the day.

Yeah, that comes out to 32.

You think he'd forget any of them?

No way.

He's an omnic with photographic memory, thank you very much

He remembers each little glance you gave him.

He remembers each world you said, subconsciously or not.

And now, he's punishing you for each of them.

Hearing you cry out a little and groan as he delivers the sharp smacks to your ass is relieving him

A little bit, anyway.

You still have a whole night ahead of you..

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your writing is absolutely gorgeous<3 I would looove to see anything for mauga or even rein in your style if you’re up for it<3

Thank you so much!! 🩷🩷 I love writing little bits about my favorite characters!!

I've written for Mauga in the past for both breeding kink and regular headcanons!! I'm more than willing to write for him again if I'm given a kink or a scenario with him!! :3

I just posted Reinhardt content like you requested, however!! He's so silly, I love him!!

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REINHARDT SEX HEADCANONS

!! 18+ • MDNI

!! DomTop! Reinhardt, Ambiguous Reader Genitals, Bowjob, Riding, Going down on ambiguous hole,

!! big old man... :drool:

REINHARDT WHO...

Thinks you're cute when you're on your knees, between his legs.

The way you look up at him every time with pleading eyes like you're worried you won't be able to take him at all.

He caresses your cheek, peering down at you with a soft look back.

"Take your time, liebe. Just stop if it's too much."

And the moment you press your lips to his tip, his body shudders.

Tangles his fingers in your hair, but lets you still go at your own pace.

Loves when you run your tongue over his shaft and give him kitten kisses all over him as you play with his massive balls :((

When you try to take him in his mouth, he praises you so nicely.

"Good Kätzchen (kitty).. You can do it. I believe in you.."

And when your throat and jaw starts to hurt, he has you get on the bed, legs spread open

Loves, and I mean, Loves going down on you.

The way you squirm as he licks your sweet little hole, the moans that erupt as his big tongue dips in..

It's music to his ears.

Only stops when you start getting overstimulated and your brain turns to mush.

Only then does he think you're good enough to ride him.

Has you had ride him so you can control just how much of his huge and thick cock you take..

He doesn't want to hurt his liebling in any way, after all :((

Has you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, body shaking and eyes rolling back as he feels your walls around him..

When you've taken as much as you can, he usually waits a moment for you to adjust before slowly guiding you along

He's a loud guy, unsurprisingly

He doesn't scream, but for sure moans loud enough that people passing by the room would go red in the face.

Actually, doesn't swear much unless you're going at a faster pace

"Schieße, you're tight around me.. You're going to be the death of me, little one."

If you're up for it, he'll switch you to doggy style.

Something about being behind you, your back arched and your core being presented to him makes his cock twitch with need

Slides into you slowly, thrusting carefully and slowly.

If you beg enough, he'll go faster and deeper, wanting to make you happy.

When he gets close, he often forgets how stimulating he can be and starts thrusting into you roughly :((

Cums a shit ton into you, practically filling you up to the brim :((

Always praises you after and cleans you up :(( a chivalrous knight through and through

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Me two days later: Open for business!!! :D Come request things if you like!!! 🩷

this is a gentle reminder that requests are closed for the time being and that it's stated in my pinned and my bio now as well, that way everyone can see.

I also want to thank you all greatly for the support I've been receiving. it honestly means a lot to me. I'll try my best to keep writing daily. 🩷

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THE VENTURE. THIGH. HCS.

IM NOT THE ANON WHO REQUESTED BUT HOLY SHIT I DID NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I NEEDED THAT. YOU ARE AMAZING

:D !!! THANK YOU, NONNY!!! 🩷🩷 I try my best!!! I love writing for the silly little rock person!!

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On behalf of all Venture fans, I just want to say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU 💖💖💖 WE CANNOT SHOW ENOUGH GRATITUDE, THANK YOU SO MUCH

EHEH!!! YOU'RE WELCOME!!!! I tried my best and I'm so glad you like what I've written for them!! I'm always up to write more, I think they're very fun to write for &+ I don't write anal stuff that often, so it's a good change of pace!!

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Hii! I love your headcanonssss, but of all characters you wrote for, someone's missing for me,, GENJI!! How about some Genji nsfw hcs, if you don't mind? 🫶

There you go, Nonny!! 🩷🩷

I hope it's not that much similar to the drabble I wrote, but if it is, I'm sorry! >n< I'll always be here to try again!!

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GENJI SEX HEADCANONS

!! 18+ • MDNI

!! Dom! Genji, Ambiguous Reader Genitals, Genji without P, Fingering, Teasing, Orgasm Denial / Edging

!! bestie, let me know if you approve or not

GENJI WHO...

Slips his arm around your waist when he wants to make you squirm..

Rests his chin on your shoulder and whispering sinful things that make you blush red

"You know what would be wonderful..? You, in my lap, while I slide my hands down your pants-"

He can't even finish his words before your body is on fire..

He gently coaxes you into his lap and does exactly as he says.

He takes his time, though.

Running his hands up and under your shirt, teasing your nipples as he buries his head into your neck.

Inhaling your scent, gently loving on you.

Until he finally runs his fingers down your pants and starts with your sweet little hole.

He dips his finger in slowly, just the tip.

Just enough to keep you breathless, not enough to keep you satisfied.

He laughs softly when you whine.

"Patience, my dove. You'll get what you want soon.."

And he delivers soon enough, pushing his finger deeper in and moving it slowly.

He basically caresses your walls and you can hear his breathing get shaky.

His gaze never leaves your face, relishing in the little faces you make and the sounds that pop from your mouth..

He laughs in amusement every time you whine his name, wondering how long it takes before that's all you know how to say.

For sure teases you about being the only one who can feel this pleasure as he slips another finger in your tight self.

"Look at you, so greedy for more.. Wanting everything despite not being able to give in return.."

You can feel him shiver every time your walls clench around his fingers.

You're leaving the poor man breathless because of your reactions :((

I mean, what else is he supposed to do when you beg so nicely for him?

How is he supposed to feel when you grind and bounce on his fingers just enough for him to notice?

He can't help but groan softly and feel himself shake :((

As you reach your peak, he gets a little rougher

A little faster

Whatever it takes to get you to the edge.

And just when you're about to cum, he removes his hand

You can practically feel the smirk on his face as you whine in protest.

Lets you simmer down a moment before starting the cycle all over again.

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Metal in Flesh

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (GN, has a vagina) Rating: E WC: 4.4k Warnings: None, it's pure smut & fluff. A special thank you to @statuetochka for indulging my silly ideas & drawing his hands so much. ===

He tastes like his machine oil. Freshly cleaned, not a trace of dirt between his purple-painted joints. It’s hard not to flex your tongue against him, to explore the little creases in his plates that tease the side of your tongue.

But the hand on your jaw and the precarious placement of his fingers- two under your tongue, his thumb on top, keep you still. He’s exploring. Though it’s not your tongue itself that he’s examining. He drags his thumb down, making the object of his obsession spin- a particularly strange feeling that is still novel even after so long healed.

It’s only taken him a few months into your relationship to notice- or at least to ask about it.

“…Why?” Is the particularly succinct question he comes up with.

“Becath aylikith”

Ramattra’s gaze lifts ever so slightly, from your pinned tongue to your face. Reluctantly, he lets go. You push saliva over your tongue, wetting it before you try speaking again.

“I said, because I like it. I like how it looks.”

“Aesthetics?” Ramattra tips his head, looks down to your lips. You obligingly open your mouth again and present the jeweled rod again. This time, he just looks at it, rather than trapping the muscle for investigation. “I would think that should hurt rather badly just for aesthetics.”

“It did.” You confirm. “When I first got it, it hurt a lot, I couldn’t even eat the first day. But it’s all healed now. Doesn’t hurt at all.” To prove it, you catch the bead on your top lip and pull your tongue sideways, making the entire piercing rotate again. “Besides, you’re in no place to judge; I know you also changed stuff on yourself for how it looked.”

He scoffs, “That is hardly the same. Repainting my enamel coat isn’t remotely painful, nor did it impair such a basic, important function as eating.” He touches the purple plate at the back of one hand with the other. It’s more subconscious than anything, but you still watch his hands with that same fascination. “Besides, my modifications aren’t exclusively aesthetics.”

You grin widely. That kind of stubbornness, the mild disdain in his vocoder… It’s so easy to goad him. “Neither is mine! It has a very good use, actually.”

Ramattra’s head actually bobs as he modulates a disbelieving noise, “Really? Exactly what functional purpose does a metal rod in your mouth serve?”

Excitement washes over you and you don’t bother trying to hide it. “I can show you! I’ve kind of been meaning to for a while, actually, but you keep insisting I don’t have to.” This alone makes his head twitch to the side, perplexed, intrigued. You reach for his hand, and he happily allows you to take it and bring it back to your face, much too curious.

Here, you pause and stare up at the dark slits for his optics. His huge fingers caress over your cheek, cool and firm against your skin as you gently kiss the circular rubber pad of his palm. Ramattra hums softly- which breaks into a stuttered, staticked mess of a noise as you lick that rubber pad. He can feel it, you’re almost sure given the twitching of his fingers against your cheek. Those pads are sensitive, meant for traction and precision- you know he must feel the warmth, the softness of your tongue completely surrounding the hard point of the piercing’s ball. Even with your spit, the metal drags against rubber, catching on the textured ridges.

“You--” His voice cuts out, glitches sharply as though gasping. It’s a rare treat to see him worked up, indulging his own desires, so you bask in the roughened sound of his voice and the dull hum of his ventilation system ramping up. “I should have known it would be that...”

You grin again, then kiss his palm innocently, as though you don’t feel the warmth that’s now radiating from him. “I did want to use it sooner. You’re too selfless for your own good.” You pull on his arm and he allows you, lets you trail kisses up the smooth plate of his forearm. “Can try it now, though.”

His nod is sharp, firm enough to jostle the endcaps of his mane. “Yes, perhaps I would… enjoy that.”

You snicker, but don’t comment on the breathy tone his voice takes, already dysregulated from a single lick, don’t comment on how quickly he sits on the bed that he’d gotten for your sake nor the speed with which he releases the latches on his pelvic plate. Air rushes from his vents again, almost like a sigh as his cock bobs freely.

You might never get used to it, knowing that he made something so obscene just for you… The thrill of it- of all of him- rushes through you, makes your belly heat. But you set that aside for now, instead pushing the golden joints of his legs apart and lowering yourself down to your knees. Which only makes your growing desire ever worse.

Like this you’re so very, very aware of how big he is. Built for war, he dwarfs you in every way. Beside you, his thin, bird-like legs are almost up to your shoulder, just barely giving you enough room to comfortably lay your arms on his thighs. Looking up at him… He sits so stiffly, one hand curled into the previously pristine sheets, the other is curled across the lowest part of faceplate as though obscuring his mouth. Shy, maybe, you think. Would make sense- he doesn’t particularly enjoy receiving one-sided attention. So, you smile up at him, rub your hands soothingly across his canvas-covered thighs and hope that soothes him.

Finally, you let your eyes wander back down his body. Slowly, you ease your hands in from his legs until they brush the base of his cock, where the silicone meets his inner frame. Without any lubricant it’s a dry, sticking feeling, but it’s still enough for you to hear the hum of his fans pitch up in anticipation.

He’s been so patient, so nice to finally let you try this, so you only tease him a little more. You straighten up and stare up at his faceplace, hands moving firmly onto his cock as though you’re going to take him into your mouth immediately. He tenses, waits the sudden onslaught of your mouth around him-- and finds instead your soft lips laying against the smooth head, pressing a delicate kiss to the silicone. Ramattra’s legs twitch,, a little whiny noise coming from somewhere inside him-

And you lower your head down, dragging the tip of your tongue from the base of his cock all the way up. His ventilation kicks and a staticked gasp slips from his vocoder. With only the tip, not yet letting him feel the jewelry, you lick at him, you flick your tongue against the soft ridge at the head of his cock until you think you might break him.

Ramattra hisses your name, somewhere between a plea and a threat. Desire surges in your core again, but you think he's been patient enough. Slowly, deliberately letting him watch as you move- you open your mouth and ease his tip past your lips.

Immediately, Ramattra groans, both hands twisting into his sheets as he processes your warm, soft mouth on his cock. He's big enough that even just his tip makes your jaw twinge in annoyance, but you relax your muscles and urge him further in. His body bursts with heat, already struggling to keep up with the hot air that’s soaking his processors- but that's not quite the reaction you were expecting. So you press your tongue firmly against the underside of his tip- though you aren't sure if Ramattra's cock is particularly sensitive here too- and drag the piercing over the ridge.

A high-pitched noise spits from his vocoder, almost a yelp as his whole body flinches. You'd almost worry you hurt him, that the metal was too rough on the silicone, except for the rough, rolling gasp that comes after. For Ramattra it's a distinct feeling- your mouth all soft and inviting and one firm bead of resistance that pushes back against him, that emphasizes each stroke of your tongue along his cock. It's addicting, one tiny piece of metal in all of that plush flesh. His hand lifts- nearly burying itself in your hair unbidden, but he kills the impulse- tries desperately to be still for you.

You gently bob your head, working up to a slow rhythm. With each motion you keep your tongue moving, sweeping across the silicone. Each time you move down, you try to take in more of him, slowly inching his cock deeper until he's prodding at the back of your throat. The first touch makes you gag, your mouth tightening around him as spit floods your mouth- and Ramattra's hips jump, momentarily fucking you mouth- and he moans.

You clit throbs at the single rough thrust, at the absolutely musical noise from his speakers- his need completely betrayed with the strain on his synth, the first touches of static to his voice. A desperate whimper escapes you just knowing that you're the one making him feel like that and Ramattra sucks in air in turn, his fists curled so tightly you can hear his actuators whining.

Even just listening to his pleasure, knowing you’re the one causing it-- it's all too much. You take him in deep again, sucking his cock with purpose, but you slip one hand between your legs. Trying to keep your focus on him is nearly impossible when you can hardly think with how badly you need to be touched. You shove your pants down and the first touch on your clit is near ecstasy. Sucking his cock, hearing his appreciation alone has left you swollen and soaked, trembling with pleasure as you moan shamelessly around his cock. You circle your clit and shiver, the pace of your tongue on him stuttering-

And this time, Ramattra doesn’t stop the impulse. Ramattra's fingers curl into your hair. You expect him to push you down, that his self control is broken, that he'll fuck your throat and-

he pulls you up. Your scalp stings softly, but you can only mewl in confusion, in desire- how must you look to him? Your own spit covering his cock, eyes glazed over in lust, one hand working yourself with a desperation- and Ramattra catches your arm with his other hand. You whimper, a mindless plea of no, please don't stop- as he pulls again, draws you up, up off the floor-

And you think for a moment he's going to fuck you, to get you in his lap-

“Come here.” His voice is almost unintelligible, harsh with static. He doesn’t even let you comply, dragging your body onto the bed with him as he lays back. Your head spins, too clouded to understand what he wants- which is fine, because he moves you exactly how he's thinking. He pulls you on top of him, legs spread wide over his broad chest and then spins you around so you're looking at his cock again.

That's all the prompting you need. Still spit-slicked, you take him into your mouth again. The new angle is different, unusual- his cock arcs down towards your tongue, making it easier to take him deeper-- and making the press of your piercing into him all the more intense. Ramattra makes some noise behind you- and you would try to squeeze your hand beneath yourself to keep rubbing, but with your belly pressed to his, it’s too tight a fit. The metal of his chest would dig into your wrist too much. But your clit aches, too needy to be ignored. Desperate, you rut your hips against his chest, hoping to find any friction at all against his hard bands of armor-

And Ramattra's big hands land on your hips.

He pulls you back- back as far as he can without dislodging your mouth from his cock. You want to ask, can't seem to understand what he's doing- until each thumb slips between your legs. You moan softly, try to question what he’s doing, but if he hears you, he makes no response. Ramattra parts your folds, revealing your pussy. Warm air washes over your sex- another rush of his ventilation- and you whimper, twisting in his hands at the embarrassment of him looking at you so closely.

You don't expect the press of cool metal directly to your clit.

The temperature makes you jolt away from him, but his hands keep you still, keep your clit trapped right against his faceplate as Ramattra moans. All crackling and ruined, his voice is vibration right against your clit- and you finally understand. You bob your head again, determined to keep those noises coming from his synth.

You sink down on him, taking as much as you can. Ramattra purrs against your pussy, a low rumble that makes your hips twitch, rutting back against his face, your clit rubbing delightfully on the divot between his faceplate and jaw. It’s so primal, needy-- and Ramattra’s grasp on your hips shifts, pulling you towards him again, urging you to keep going. You’re so close already it’s hard to hold any rhythm, but he helps, pushing his mouth against you each time you come up on his cock- and each time your piercing catches the tip he moans, a bolt of static pleasure rumbling directly into your clit.

You can’t help it. You dig your nails into the coverings on his thighs, try desperately to focus on him, on making him cum- but the sound of him, the taste of his cock, and the incessant buzzing of his moans against your pussy are too much. Your rhythm breaks entirely as he pushes you over the edge. Your own noises are muffled, lost to the silicone in your throat. Metal hands keep your thighs spread as they twitch and try to close around him, forcing you to feel as he moans, praises you indistinctly through your orgasm- the words lost against the overwhelming feeling of the continued vibration of your clit.

You can’t think, the pleasure too sharp, too strong- you try to squirm away, to get any relief, but his grasp shifts, one arm now wrapped around your waist to keep you still. The other presses to the back of your head. His hips lift- and he as fucks your mouth desperately.

Ramattra moans, all static-garbled and needy, still rumbling against your pussy. And still you work your piercing against him, match his careful pace with hard licks of your tongue- and each panting, growing moan you can feel him getting closer, every Ah, ah, ah- buzzing harder into your clit as acute pain- a raw overstimulation that only builds into whimpering, twitching second wave that makes your whole body tremble in his hands-

And it’s your hips throat twitching around him again that makes him gasp- the rushed intake of air and firm press of his face against your pussy in a long, droning note as he overloads entirely. His hips thrust up into your mouth one more time before steam rushes from his vents, fills the room with hot air and every joint in his body goes lax.

For a long time you lay there, shivering and boneless. His arms are a pleasant, heavy weight across your back, a good counterpoint to the weak shudders your body gives from time to time. Your clit and throat ache, but it’s a monumental task to move yourself just enough to no longer be choking on his dick or have your over sensitive clit pressed to his firm metal. It takes three tries on your shaking arms before you can manage it.

You lay there, limp and much too tired to try to extricate yourself further from the heft of him. Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy the silence, letting your body relax and cool off until the soft harmony of Ramatta’s internals returns. First, the hum of his processors, then the fans of his ventilation resume, much quieter than they had been before- then his lights return. Positioned as you are, you don’t see his array’s lights, but you do watch as the indicator lights in his cock turn from a yellow- muddied by the purple tinting in the silicone- to green, to finally red.

Ramattra’s fingers twitch on your back, and you laugh slightly as he mimics clearing his throat. He gently lifts your hips and helps you roll off of him, but with a limp waving request of your hand, he then helps you to turn around and lean against his broad chest, half on top of him again.

If you had any energy left at all, you’d be embarrassed- or perhaps aroused again- at the sight of his faceplate; he’s soaked. Everything between his optics down to the tip of his chin is coated in your wetness.

And yet when he speaks, “I apologize I was… overly enthusiastic.” It’s all contrition. One hand touches the side of your neck, a silent voicing of fear of injury.

Instead, you press your face to his hand and he meets you halfway, stroking along your cheekbone with unspoken reverence. “But you liked it?” While his voice has been perfectly reset, yours is still rough, rasping from the strain on your throat.

“I…” He starts- and immediately his fans hum louder again. Your lips barely crack into a knowing smile before he admits it, “Yes. It was… enjoyable.”

“See, more than just aesthetics.” You say, melting onto his chest more, idly stroking at the long pistons mimicking collar bones.

“I suppose I have to agree. You can hardly see it to begin with.”

“Maybe you should give me a piercing you can see, then.” You say it offhanded, a little joke-

“What? I couldn’t.” Ramattra shoots back immediately, “I have no experience with that.”

And his rejection only makes the idea more appealing, more real. “No, wait, think about it! You could research how to do it and where. Your hands wouldn’t shake, you’d be able to center it better-- I bet you could even design it yourself…” You grin and look up at the dark slits for his optics, half pleading. “Come on, at least you’d be saving me money and a trip out.”

Ramattra’s hands on you stop moving, but he doesn’t pull away. So completely motionless, you know he’s processing it, mulling the idea over. “You… want me to pierce you?”

“Well. Yeah, I guess? I mean I like piercings and I think you’d do a good job… and…” You blush softly, finally averting your gaze from his as though this is somehow more intimate than sucking his cock until he overloaded and cumming on his face twice. “Maybe I kinda… like the idea of having jewelry that you made, that you put there…”

His design on your body. It’s not just intimate; it’s possessive. A silent, private mark of your relationship… If you weren’t not so thoroughly spent, it might bring another wave of heat between your legs. He must have come to the same conclusion, because something shudders in Ramattra’s chest.

“I see.” He says coolly, as though you don’t feel the streams of hot air that again slip from his vents. “Then, I will look into it.”

In all, it takes Ramattra three days. Three days before he’s guiding you into his workshop and lifting you up onto his desk. The thrill of how easily he picks you up- big hands cradling your rib cage as he sets you onto the metal surface- always makes you a little giddy. Even more so is the little purple velvet box that sits nearby. You reach for it-

And Ramattra snatches the box up with a tut, “No peeking.”

“Fine.” You sigh exaggeratedly, watching as he skims over the tools he’s acquired in the last half week. A bottle of antiseptic, forceps, a marker-- and your eyes wander to a small package of needles. Your stomach tightens a little just seeing them, so you look at him instead, distracting yourself as Ramattra finishes his preparations. “Where did you decide?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead gently putting one finger under your chin and turning your head away. His other hand drifts over your ear- and eventually catches the little flap in front of your ear canal between thumb and forefinger. “Here.” His hands abandon you, turning back to his tools and grabbing the marker. “It is called the tragus.”

You hum in acknowledgement, but otherwise keep still as he focuses on your ear. Carefully, methodically- Ramattra touches the tip of the marker to your skin.

He draws your chin back towards him, examining the dot he’s made from the front before retrieving and handing you a mirror. “This is… acceptable?” He prompts as you look at your reflection. You could almost laugh; the ink of the marker is perfectly centered- likely is, mathematically. You knew he’d be good at this.

“Yeah, it looks perfect.” You look at the mark a moment more, picturing jewelry in its spot. It is… a strange location. “Why’d you pick this one?”

Ramattra pauses, his turn towards his tools a little too intentional. “If you wish to remove it later, any scarring should not be too disruptive.”

Something tightens in your chest. You reach out to him, gently touch his forearm. His head only slightly turns back towards you, just enough for you to see the corner of one slit. “I’m not going anywhere.” You say it, squeeze his arm again and hope he’ll internalize it this time. His only response is a small hum, an acknowledgement of the words, if not their meaning. So, you redirect him. “Can I see the jewelry now?”

Again, Ramattra hesitates, but caves with a halting, “Yes, I suppose so.” He holds the box a second too long- so tiny in his big hands- but offering it to you.

You don’t even hide your ecstatic grin as you take it- too excited at the possibilities. His designs are always so sleek, but you don’t know what he would choose for you to wear. You crack open the box- and the first thing you recognize is the color. Purple- the exact shade as his accents, as his jaw. But it’s not just his paint- you hold the tiny box closer and squint. It’s almost an inverted teardrop shape, but not quite. There is a silver dot embedded in the lower half, the point that would be sharp is clipped, a notch taken out of the wider top… You look at it for a moment longer- and your excitement melts into something warmer, recognition.

“It’s your chest plate…” You murmur and reach for him again. Only the lower half is visible under his tan cowl, but Ramattra stands still, lets you lift the soft fabric to reveal his own inverted teardrop- the purple latch right in the center of his chest.

“There’s more…” His voice falters, rasping through a whisper, strained with the same feeling that’s twisting in your throat.

You look back to the jewelry, unsure how there could be more meaning lain into it- but you take it from the little velvet cushions that hold it in place- and understand. The back of it is green with tiny golden lines etched into it. A circuit board. You brow pinches for a moment, dragging a nail over the back- feeling the protective coating over the circuits. It’s too small, too clipped to be functional. Just decorative, symbolic?

“When I…” He starts and stops, stepping closer to you- laying one hand on the outside of your thigh. “When I installed…. that I also had to replace and redesign some chips that were in my hips for functionality. I… kept the originals.”

“This is… you?” You murmur, tracing the tiny golden threads again. An actual chip from his body… “Or, was part of you?”

Ramattra nods stiffly, watches as you examine the tiny thing. “It’s… acceptable?”

“Yeah.” You sniffle, “I love it, Rama…” then hurriedly put the jewelry back in its box and shove it back towards him. You rub at your watering eyes and force out a tight, “Hurry up and pierce me before I cry.”

Ramattra nods again, shifting easily into his practiced movements. He swaps your ear with antiseptic and dips the piercing into the bottle, laying it on a sheet to dry as he picks up his tools. You focus on his faceplate and stare up at him as he steps in front of you. He waits there a moment- soaks in your gaze before touching your chin and urging you to turn your head just as he had earlier.

You close your eyes, don’t look as he clamps the forceps down.

“Breathe.” His voice rumbles, so close to your ear. You shiver, but obey- taking in the cool air of his workspace, the scent of his oil, relax into the warm proximity of him-

And as you exhale he pierces you. Hot pain washes over the whole side of your head. You clench your teeth, try not to flinch as he moves quickly, replacing pieces with a smoothness that you should’ve expected from him.

“Good,” He praises, still low and quiet and so close to you- and finally he pushes his design into the backing.

Ramattra steps away, but you grab at him- hands landing on the silver handles at his hips. He stops, turns towards you- and the tears you’d managed to suppress before being stabbed boil over.

“Does it hurt? I-”

You’re crying before you can even wrap your arms around him.And realizing you’re crying into his cowl- your face pressed right up against the exact plate he used as a design makes you weep harder. But he steps right up against the table and shushes you, strokes your back with an affection no one else has even seen in him.

“I love you,” You manage between shoulder-racking sobs- and something inside Ramattra shudders.

So quickly he adjusts, no longer holding you to his broad chest, but near doubling over, half lifting you off the table to press his faceplate into your shoulder. He buries himself in the warmth of your body- and shudders again as your grasp scrabbles over his back, no longer cinched around his tiny waist, but sliding up under his cowl, grabbing at the long bars of armor and holding yourself up against him.

“I love you so much,” You murmur to him, half broken by sniffles- and he squeezes your ribs in turn.

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AAAAHHHH I LOVE THE REAPER HEADCANONS THANK U

You're welcome, nonny!! 🩷

I love that old man so much, I just know he's freaky.. /silly

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junkrat nsfw hcs? your writing is so delicious <3

(could u do f! reader?)

Hi Nonny!!! 🩷 Thank you!! I try to write my best every time!!

Your man is posted!! 🩷 I hope I did him justice!!

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JUNKRAT SEX HCS [F! Reader]

!! 18+ • MDNI

!! SubSwitch! Junkrat, DomSwitch! Reader, Pegging, Unprotected P in V (Wrap it up!), Body Worship, Felatio

!! you cannot tell me this man doesn't get pegged, I'm sorry, chat.

JAMISON WHO...

Doesn't exactly take sex seriously.

I mean he does, just in his own.. unique way.

A few times you've had to explain to him why "explosive play" isn't a real thing.

That doesn't mean he's completely clueless and insane though.

He knows how to be your perfect sub.

You can tell when he's craving attention by the way he starts touching your body and borderline worships you.

"You look ravishing tonight, love! The way your beauty compares to no other..!"

Goes on and on about you until you eventually give in to his desires.

It usually starts with you pinning him down on the bed, insane giggles falling from him.

"Wow! You're stronger than last time..! Have you been working out more, ma'am?"

Shuts up when you straddle him and grind against his clothed dick.

"Shuts up" more like starts gasps and starts groaning needily.

His body always feels like it's on fire by the time you finally free him from his shorts.

Depending on the day, you'll usually ride him until both of your brains go numb.

You let his hands roam your body and he adores it.

Loves touching you everywhere, talking about how pretty you are.

He especially likes when you let him play with your chest.

Just groping and squeezing your mounds of flesh, playing with your hard nipples.

Other days, he'll rut into your pussy like a helpless dog in heat :((

"You feel so fucking good! Thank you, ma'am!"

Actually, he thanks you a lot for taking care of him and letting him fuck you.

Or be fucked by you.

But there are some days where a man just wants to get pegged.

Squirms under you every time, as if he's never done this before.

Always gets nervous until you slide your strap into him.

That always rips a loud moan from him, to the point you have to cover his mouth sometimes.

Lets out the cutest little moans as you thrust into him.

Just shockwave after shockwave rippling through him with every little movement from you

Loves eating you out until you cum, by the way.

His long tongue just lapping at your pretty little cunt as he plays with your clit..

He could do it for hours if you let him.

Always makes you cum at least twice before he's considered done..

Always tries to cum with you, too.

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this is a gentle reminder that requests are closed for the time being and that it's stated in my pinned and my bio now as well, that way everyone can see.

I also want to thank you all greatly for the support I've been receiving. it honestly means a lot to me. I'll try my best to keep writing daily. 🩷

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You are so based in your takes. I greatly enjoy your vision.

I’m begging you on my knees, hands clasped could you please write some nsfw headcanons for Venture as a bottom? maybe include them crushing the reader with their thighs— if you can 🙏

Hi Nonny!! :D I have brought forth a second bottom venture, just for you! (As long as you're into ass-eating, I guess!)

I really didn't know how to do thigh crushing, so you can thank my kinky friends for their help! 🩷🩷

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CRUSHING THIGHS VENTURE

!! 18+ • MDNI

!! SubBottom!Venture, DomTop!Reader, Anal, Ass Eating, CRUSHING THIGHS!!!, Ambiguous Reader Genitals, Strap on sex if V haver, Orgasm,

!! Literally had my friends help explain to me how to lead into this, that's how off of my game I am rn. shout out to the besties ily

SLOAN WHO...

Gets nervous when you first place your head between their thighs.

They've never had anyone go down on them before since they're dysphoric about their parts and can only really do anal stuff :((

You softly reassure them it's okay, that nothing bad will happen because of it.

And they're laid out on the bed, legs spread and open, ready for you.

The moment your mouth touches their little asshole is the moment they finally understand.

You're able to rip moan after moan out of their sweet little mouth.

Their eyes roll back into their head for sure as they're already struggling to catch their breath.

Their hand glides into your hair and tugs at it desperately, trying to find some way to ground themselves

As their body shakes and the knot in their stomach tightens, they suddenly trap your head with their thighs.

Their hands grip the sheets of the bed, their thick thighs crushing your head tightly.

The sheer pressure of it alone makes you think your head is gonna pop.

You can barely focus on anything else, barley able to think..

That's how strong their thighs are and how much they're crushing you

When they finally cum, shivers and tides of pleasure crashing over them, their grip somehow gets stronger.

When you're finally let out from the leg prison, they look embarrassed.

"Sorry! Are you okay..? Did I squeeze too hard??"

They try to sit up to make sure you're okay but gasp and whine in surprise when you pin them down.

They never thought that crushing your head would make you even hornier :((

Not that they mind, of course :))

They have a ridiculously high libido after all.

And as you shove yourself into their, now sensitive, ass, they have to buy their face in your neck to stop themselves from being too loud..

Whines when you force them out of their hiding spot and beg to hear their sweet little sounds.

Their desperate groans, their needy whimpers as they get fucked silly by you.

Everything.

They feel like an animal heat the way they're just accepting everything you're giving.

Wraps their thighs tightly around your waist as you keep pounding them.

Needs you as much as you need them.

As they reach their second peak, they desperately lock their lips with yours.

Your tongues colliding and fighting for dominance as their cute little groans fill your mouth.

And they swear that's the hardest they've ever cummed.

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i wish i had talent in designing so i could really make this look good