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YOURE ALIVE I HOPE THE MONTHS HAVENT BEEN TOO HARD ON YOU!!!

Well-

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Curious in HCs in how Ramattra interacts and befriends a human with autism? Maybe even fall for said human, curious as to if he sees this human different from others and maybe sees humanity in a different light through the autistic!reader.

Ramattra with an autistic human

He actually wouldn’t have had any idea that you were ‘atypical’ from other humans he’s met until it was told to his face. He’s interacted with and witnessed a lot of people and has seen many things, thus he would have reached a point of expecting nothing but unpredictability out of the human race. Everyone was as unique as they were terribly similar, but every individual is a road of discoveries to be made

He would have found comfort in a person with autism much to his unawares, but he’d recognize quickly his commonalities with you— whether that be in hobbies, topics of discussion, personality, or even just body language. And he’d attach to these similarities almost instantaneously, curious about sharing a common ground with a human person.

If you have a talent that stands out from your other capabilities, he’d have a huge respect for the time and dedication you’d put into such a thing. He’ll absolutely ask about it, and whatever you have to say will be saved into a precious database for him to remember as something important

The strong interests you have are interests he’d take the time to learn about, see if these things might have molded your personality in any which way. He’d perhaps relate you to a subject you talk a lot about, in hopes it may please you that he was obviously listening

Recognizing when you are overwhelmed would be something he could understand to a painful degree - when first becoming sentient, social interaction was as tough as walking through wet concrete. Even now, sometimes, he experiences moments where he’d preferably shut off his systems briefly just to avoid a conversation. Any nonverbal tendencies do not bother him in the slightest - he just Knows.

Overall, Ramattra would just have a huge appreciation toward meeting someone like you with traits he had little to no issue with grasping. Constants that he does not otherwise find often enough in other humans— people were always changing their minds unexpectedly; unpredictable, like he’d have said. And while you too were human, he would be comforted knowing there are some people like yourself that understands tendencies of his own he once believed he was alone with.

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Hi, so I don't mean to be rude, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but I noticed you don't post a lot. Do you take your time writing, or do you not get a lot of asks? Again, sorry if this is rude.

Ahh I have a lot of asks, actually! And several drafts that I haven’t posted yet ^^;

I like to take my time, but I consider myself a pretty fast writer. I just ended up hitting a hard block and also got really busy these last few months.

Your question isn’t rude! But I hope Ive answered thoroughly!

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Hi! Assuming you're not like, dead since you've been inactive for 5 months, would you do headconnons on what Ramattra, Zenyatta, and Genji would do for Reader's birthday? I ask because mine is getting close.

Crawls out of my grave… it’s definitely been a rough few months, hello ^^ I’ll do my best.

Ramattra on Your Birthday

Ramattra is the type of omnic that wouldn’t say a word of your birthday as the date fast approaches. You might think he’s forgotten, if the clever ravager was capable of such a thing. But he’s had the date saved ever since you had mentioned it in a long-forgotten conversation

He’s the materialistic sort. Numbers and data mean everything to him - yours in particular, as one of his closest (and last) companions. Ramattra knows exactly the things you like, crave, and want. Some things he’s exceptionally, and unfortunately, quite good at poking fun about; be it because it’s a unique interest or not very well known

But he knows you enjoy that sort of thing, so he’d find a way to acquire it in some fashion : clothing, cosmetics, merchandise, a book or pad, a signed t-shirt, food, tools, tickets… or maybe just a well thought-out playlist he put together just for you. Whatever kind of item he could possibly find that hits as close as possible to that thing that means quite a lot to you, he will have it ready for your birthday

It might just be one thing, possibly two if he couldn’t decide between which you might like the most. He’d have this gift ready just a couple months in advance, just in case you lose interest.

What he does not do is wrap it. Maybe a gift bag if you’d expressed disappointment in that sort of thing - but there’s never a tag or card or anything that would let you know who it’s from. It might just appear at your doorstep like a regular package, or he’d have another bot deliver it straight to you.

Ramattra does not wish anyone a “happy birthday”, unless appropriately prompted to. He might not even have a clear enough schedule to see you that day if you had any plans - a human custom he doesn’t have much interest in partaking in (perhaps because all omnics have the same “birth” day, all thanks to Aurora), but the gift-giving is a meaningful enough aspect he would take advantage of.

He expects no thanks, nor to be treated the same. But if you came to him happy about your gift, that would be entirely enough.

Zenyatta on Your Birthday

This monk is most definitely more of the ‘experience’ type. When it comes to any celebrations or occasions, he tends to lean toward going out to be part of the world.

He’s absolutely asked you just shy of a dozen times what you might like for your birthday, if you’d like to celebrate it early or on the weekend, if you’re hosting a party or just having a day to yourself. All the important things so he won’t accidentally intrude on your special day

Zenyatta likely provides much smaller gifts as compared to his brother - things that might compliment your appearance or home, or represents something about you that he really likes. You’re more likely to learn something about yourself with the kinds of gifts he has to offer

If permitted, he would be joyous to treat you to lunch or dinner. Something made by him, anything you have to request? Or he’d be elated to surprise you with a meal you haven’t tried before, but goes along with the things you normally like. He’s normally spot on, and you just might discover a new comfort food

But if you especially had nothing planned, or just wanted to spend the day with your dear Zenyatta, he would absolutely have something in mind that he would have reserved or set up for weeks in advance. A night at a gala? A local street festival with games and music? A convention full of things you might enjoy - or a wonderful hike through nature. Maybe just a day with a couple of activities he knows you really like; skating, an arcade, shopping, movies, racing - just enough that isn’t too overwhelming, but lets you know he pays well attention to the things that bring you joy.

Whatever the plan is, Zenyatta would have it and be there for it, and be happy just to spend the day with you. His patience is unfathomed - he would make sure that everything you partake in is an experience he knows you wouldn’t turn down. Your smile at the end of the day is all that matters to him.

Genji on Your Birthday

This man is pretty big on surprises. With Genji, you get to start off your morning with a rose and a note on your bedside table.

Perhaps the sneaky cyborg had a treasure hunt set up for you throughout your home, the Overwatch base, or wherever you reside. Or maybe the note tells you where to meet him when you wake? Certainly one of the two, and he’d have quite the elaborate map set up for you

He’d have an array of gifts hidden in places, some that don’t make sense and some that you definitely favor more than the others (a cheap electric kettle versus a brand new hoodie in your favorite color? What was his thought process on these?) but regardless of their individual quality, it’s obvious he’s been very excited to get these to you. And somehow, his best gifts were probably bought just yesterday.

And it doesn’t stop there. Next thing you know, he’s got a blindfold in hand and he’s cautiously leading you to where there is, no doubt, a surprise party he’d set up with friends. (Apologies to those who aren’t big on celebrations with multiple people - Genji would be sure to grovel for your forgiveness later)

If you’re particularly introverted and have greatly expressed a dislike for those kinds of occasions before, then similarly to Zenyatta, Genji might have a few quieter activities reserved just for the two of you. It could even be as simple as a day in playing video games - if you don’t mind getting your ass kicked in the more competitive franchises.

The birthday dessert was definitely something he had made himself, and you could tell. The way it was poorly plated, decorated, and just a tad malformed; inexperienced hands that lack a creative means of decoration certainly took liberties on even writing your name only half in cursive. He would present this as his final gift with a false sense of pride - easy to see in his eyes the shame he felt for being ambitious with frosting.

Genji aims to hear you laugh, and if he could manage being the source of that at any point in your day - then your birthday was a success in his eyes.

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the tags people drop on their reblogs of my writing is honestly so inspiring. Every time I log back on here I just immediately want to write more for you all :’] you’re so silly. Tysm

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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.

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I apologize because I know you get a lot of ramattra requests, but can I request a sexually frustrated ramattra?

No problem, this was fun to think about honestly :]

Sexually Frustrated Ramattra

Ramattra is already a very stressed-out and aggravated omnic, so I am in full belief that he would not be able to recognize right away where this new kind of frustration is stemming from

And it would drive him to the brink of insanity. He would seek solutions, first: being somewhat of a workaholic, he’d frantically complete task after task until he has nothing left to finish for that day, maybe even for that week, before he finally allows himself to sit down and meditate for a few hours.

But no matter how deeply he breathes or how still he sits, no matter how many times he refreshes his thoughts and (quite literally) clears his mind, he cannot shake this internal burning feeling that nips at his very fingertips and makes him want to scream

He would resign the peaceful exercise for something more exerting; violence. Practicing the martial arts he was taught at the shambali, kicking and punching at practice-bots and dummies, reaching the point of tearing one apart limb-from-limb and ripping into the center of its intricate chassis— pulling out wires like a child would do to grass in a temper-tantrum

And then the object of his infatuation would pass him by in this all-too-embarrassing moment, asking if he was okay, and then it would click for him. But who was he to ask for that kind of aid after being seen like this?

He would assure you that he’s fine, then escapes your presence to try to take care of it himself, hiding away in his own quarters and stroking himself off with an intense quickness to try and make it go away. Refreshing his systems to rid of this error.

He’s rough with himself, leaning hard into a wall and pulling at a fistful of his cabled mane until he hears the wire enamels creak and snap in his fingers, damaging his own ‘hair’. His hands are just my no means soft, providing an intense friction around his synthetic sex.

So as the Iris would have it, his own stimulation and imagination would not be enough to satiate this cursed sense of hunger.

He would try to disconnect his copulative attachments after some failed attempts to provide himself relief, yet the cravings would remain, just slightly altered for lack of equipment. He still needed to have someone near, to feel hands that weren’t his own reaching into the crevices of his body to force his guard down. He needed to relax at someone else’s bidding. He had just had far too much time by himself and his codependence trait had finally unraveled.

And everything about it makes him angry about the entire world around him, including himself. So the second time he bumps into you, much later in the evening, he’s somewhat hunched over and marching down a hall from his headquarters, red and yellow glimpses of wires practically glowing with a display of rage from the new tears in his cables. There’s always been an air about Ramattra that seems dangerous— but now especially, it felt that he may kill the next thing that enters a ten-foot radius around him.

So you would stop before getting to close, and he’d freeze just the same, staring at you through the dark slits of his faceplate. You could see the way his shoulders rose and fell in a more exaggerated manner, as if he was breathing heavy in his anger (though he doesn’t breathe at all).

It’s not at all difficult to guess he has had a very rough day. And he would further hate himself when you cautiously ask again if he was doing alright— clearly, he wasn’t, but it was invitation to speak or ask for help. And with a small pause in reluctance, feeling far more embarrassed than he would have liked (especially for spending half the day trying to get off) he would.

“I need… assistance,” The word would be hissed out as if he had gritted teeth, “for something far more mundane and—“ he’d force his gaze away from you, “—private than our usual tasks.”

You’d ask what it is he needs, of course. There’s an air of nervousness between you both— Ramattra in fear of dragging himself further through this muddy situation, and destroying all chances of you feeling comfortable around him ever again for what he’d like to ask of you.

But he’s already found himself here and has run out of ideas, and he’s not the omnic to put things very lightly. So he’d just come out and say it.

“Sex.” The word is spat as though it offended him, and he’d drop his head toward the ground with a defeated sigh. He’d raise a hand and roll his wrist almost dismissively, “I cannot bring myself to function without this lingering frustration for the moment, so if you would like to help or have any suggestions that would ensure this feeling goes away, I would certainly appreciate it.”

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Hello! Before requesting anything i just wanted to say how much i enjoy your Ramattra content.

Now, i was thinking, we've seen him with a male apendage added to his anatomy before, but what if he and his partner were to switch things up? What if he were the one to get penetrated this time?

(AMAB reader or pegging, you decide, but i'd love to see some submissive Ramattra)

Thank you!! Here’s another something from a while ago I decided to quickly finish.

Submissive Ramattra

Obviously, this took some convincing. You had to reassure him he wouldn’t have any less control of the situation just because he’d be on the more ‘receiving’ end of things, and that this was purely to try something new/that you wanted to do.

But once he gets into it, he just becomes innocently ridiculous about the whole thing. You’d find him muttering things like “strange” and “this is odd” under his breath, along with complaints that it wasn’t as sensitive as his ‘preferred’ appendage when he curiously dipped his fingers inside.

Thus he’d make a near-fatal mistake of enhancing his own sensors just for the sake of this ‘experiment’.

He’s a large robot. As much as you would have liked to touch, he’d take it upon himself to stretch the faux muscle before you began— making the excuse that his own hand was better suited for preparation in comparison to your own, smaller ones. (You were more than certain he was just warming up to this kind of vulnerability though, so you’d give him that space)

Watching Ramattra touch himself like this definitely sparks a different kind of excitement. The way he’d edge his knees a little farther apart while burying two fingers knuckles-deep into this new attachment, and ogling the way the panels of his midsection shake and glide over one another with the arch of his back.

He shudders and tells you the heightened sensitivity was ‘much better’ than it was at the recommended level, so you take his word for it. And when he feels ready, he’d lay himself on his back and beckon you close with a hand, disguising any remnants of nervousness behind his mask when you’d crawl over him

“Be kind.” He would joke flatly, said as if a warning. It went unspoken that any of your indulgent motives for this occasion would be returned tenfold next time.

But you would take him slow for this first time; because honestly, the very idea of penetrating an extremist omnic with a reputation like his, especially as a human who’s been granted such a privilege, is far more intimidating than you’d ever let on. Somehow it was scarier knowing he’s laid himself bare like this for you to use, over the typical exchanges where he’s had control over most of everything— including you.

But it was just as honoring that he’d put full faith in you like this. He wouldn’t have otherwise agreed if he thought you would take advantage of him in any negative way

When your hips reach his pelvic plate, flush inside this new attachment of his, you’d notice immediately the stiffness in his form. His chin would be raised high as he presses his head back, the arch of his back somewhat raised while his hands seemingly scramble in slow-motion for something to take purchase on.

You’d ask if he was alright or in any pain, and his voice would buzz out and break in a failed attempt to mutter anything— so you would pull back slightly, no longer buried to the brim, and immediately his vocalizer would reset and his body would go lax.

“No.” He finally answers with a deep sigh, “but that was… intense.”

With his permission to continue, you’d begin a gentle roll of your hips and relish in the slight resistance that his slick walls gave around you. It would take only a handful of thrusts before he was throwing his head back again and holding a high tone in a glitched-out moan.

But that was the thing that somewhat puzzled you— you were taking this pretty easily, going at a gentle pace, and he was already this undone. You would ask about the sensitivity settings again and he would dismiss any suggestion, swearing that this had to be normal

It wasn’t. And as you pick up the pace, he would figure this out rather quickly, but his stubbornness would keep his vocalizer on mute in regard to admitting he was wrong.

The intensity of pleasure he was experiencing would heavily aid in preventing the truth from escaping him as well, though. He felt way too good, twitching and entirely losing control of the further ends of his limbs. Panting heavily, somehow feeling breathless despite his lack of need for air, and all his systems spiraling toward dangerous conditions and being unable to communicate to each other

One good dicking-down and Ramattra would lose his vision. His legs would lock around you for security, squeezing tight and pulling you close until he’d accidentally brought you flush inside of him again, and he’d nearly short-circuit.

Never in your life have you heard Ramattra shout a string of expletives, and you’re not certain he’d heard himself either.

He’d be steaming at the seems, cursing at you to keep moving— which you would try, but it proved to be quite difficult with his ankles locked behind your lower back. The inside of him was heating up extremely quickly, though, so you knew you had to wrap this up fast.

But he wasn’t about to last too long to begin with. Just a couple strong humps and everything would crash— you swore you saw a spark fly from his mask as his entire body seizes for a moment before completely collapsing, his systems and fans shutting off in an instant as the red glow of his LEDs start to fade.

And it would take him much longer than usual to reboot. A process that should only take a solid minute took about fifteen— after three attempts to wake up, his body failing to fully restart each time, he’d finally come to very slowly, and sluggish.

He would be shocked to still feel the aftereffects, this pulsing inside of him as if you were still present and moving. It made him feel odd, as if he craved more despite knowing he was in need of a break. And there was a subtle soreness that he’d known to feel only once when he experienced servo decay. But it was pleasant this time.

And of course, he’d wake to find you in a bit of a panic because it took him so long to wake up. (His lights came on three times, and they were orange before blacking out. What does orange mean?) Thus he may have to spare a few minutes of reassurance that he is functioning fine, and that was the hardest he’d ever blacked out in his life

Then… he’d lower the sensitivity when he has the chance, without you ever knowing. So any suspicions you had for future occasions like this one would be dismissed with an “It was my first time, of course I was dramatic.”

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Hey! Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons for Widow, Mercy, Kiriko, Lifeweaver and Genji (gender neutral afab reader) please? Feel free to ignore if that's too many characters or if you just don't want to do it. Have a great day, and don't forget to drink water dear author!

Sure! I did my best, sorry they’re all so short. I just didn’t want a super long post 😅

Widowmaker NSFW

She can quite literally take you out in ‘one shot’— you’re not certain how exactly she does it, but she touches you in all the right places in quick succession and finds exactly where you need her most in just an instant. You’ve lasted about thirteen seconds at most with this technique of hers, and it was quickly banned from the bedroom unless you asked for it

She’s a very hard biter, like she doesn’t realize she needs to be a bit more gentle. You often wonder if she thinks she’s actually going to inject venom into your bloodstream this way

Eerily quiet responses toward any pleasure, even if you’re doing everything right she makes it hard to tell if you’re doing anything at all. So she tends to be the one in charge, that way you don’t end up questioning your capabilities or doubting her reactions

A slowed heartbeat seems to increase her stamina, though. It’s only somewhat annoying, especially in addition to her lack of emotion toward intimate times. But you refuse to believe she’s not feeling anything at all, either— otherwise she wouldn’t be stepping on you ‘for fun’ unprompted, or initiating half of these encounters

Mercy NSFW

An unpredictable switch— everything that happens in the bedroom is a flip on a coin based on what she’s feeling and when. You never know if you’re about to give or receive, but either way it’s extremely rewarding and it’s hard to discern any complaints out of a night with Angela

She is pretty vocal, makes the nicest noises and lewd sounds you’ve probably ever heard. She definitely sounds like an angel, and it’s worth every touch to hear her sound off while completely red in the face

Maybe a bit too in love with pegging you. As a doctor and being very knowledgeable about the body, she’s rather enthusiastic toward loosening you up and talking about safety before giving you the ramming of a lifetime. Certain recommended positions even relieved your back pains somewhat, to your astonishment

She highly prefers to schedule these exchanges, rather than doing them on a whim. She refuses the ideas of quickies or anything with risk— especially in communal/public areas. You’d need to absolutely guarantee no one will be walking in or she might not ever forgive you for the embarrassment

Kiriko NSFW

Absolutely a brat, and we all know this. You’re not getting anything done without force or a trade, and she clearly relishes in those methods— always a “no” or a “why”, and then the “what will I get in return?”

Hugely into degrading and she’ll meet you halfway, criticizing your every move as if it doesn’t have her writhing in euphoria. She’s mostly in control of the sounds she makes, but when you get enough of a rise out of her the high-pitched noises are totally worth the struggle to get them in the first place. But she tries really hard to pretend like you don’t have an effect on her

She totally abuses her abilities to make you both finish faster, and especially against your will if you intended to take your time. Everything she does in bed is completely in spite of you— you’re fighting to earn the outcome you want, so hopefully you’re up for that kind of challenge

Her attitude is to make up for her low libido, and especially in her inability to last very long. She’s super sensitive, but she’ll never admit it. You’ll figure this out sooner than later though, and she’ll put up even more of a fight with a smirk on her face before you get anywhere near the brink of relief

Lifeweaver NSFW

Undoubtedly has a preference for being on bottom, but absolutely more than capable of being a top if he’s in the mood for it.

He’s sort of a pillow princess, likes having all the work be done for him. Much more of a receiver than he is a giver, but only in intimate moments— he’s much more giving outside of private moments that heavily lack clothing

But he is extraordinarily talented with his mouth, and he knows this. Yet he won’t offer such services without being asked politely, which must include a ‘please’ or he may remind you of your manners. It’s all in good fun though, he likely wouldn’t have refused either way (please ride his face)

He makes a lot of sounds, though they’re always muffled by his hand or pillow— or you. He also super loves using rope for things, like being restrained, and shibari. He gets more excited when he’s trapped and vulnerable in front of someone he likes

And while he’s a gentle top, he makes sure to return every favor you’ve given him on the occasions he does take over. These sessions last significantly longer than when he’s on the receiving end— edging turns out to be a specialty of his. And along the way, he’s more than happy to remind you of your previously indulgent behaviors

More Genji NSFW

Genji is still Genji, and even under all that metal he’s still pretty full of himself. So he totally, secretly, has a mask kink, and goes a bit feral when you wear his helm along with a lingerie or something else enticing (maybe even his hoodie lol). There’s just something about seeing his own visor on you that makes him want to pounce

I don’t imagine he’s super into wireplay/anything that has to do with his mechanics, but he’s not against it. He’s fine with it enough and appreciates you’d find these parts of him just as attractive, it just doesn’t get him going as much as other things do. He will happily indulge you though.

He’s dangerously easy to arouse. Drop one hint, playful or not (but only after the first few intimate exchanges) and he will find someplace to make it quick. Of course, he’s fluent in consent, so he’ll back off if you really were only joking. But otherwise you may often find yourself getting that super-enhanced-ninja special in the strangest secluded areas

And he makes it his job to make sure you cum before he does. On occasion he slips up, and if you’re competitive like that then it can be pretty 50/50. But he praises himself as a gentleman who treats his lover with the utmost care, and will deliver to you everything he has before taking you for his own pleasure

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I wanna suck hanzo's tits, please.

Of course. NSFW tit-sucking below!

(But— Sorry I couldn’t write more. I intended to, but this has been in my drafts long enough so I’ll deliver a short piece instead.)

Word Count: 696

The archer had barely managed to close door behind him when he was suddenly pushed against it, snapping the wood into its fitted frame with a loud thump and a click. He was seldom taken by surprise, but recognized your footsteps before he was ‘attacked’, thus kept his guard down as your hands suddenly dip beneath the cloth of his attire and feel for the skin of his waist.

“Darling,” Hanzo breathed, letting his head roll back as he pushes his own weight against the door, your teeth finding his neck and biting down with little remorse. His sucks in a breath, air hissing between his teeth as his chest swells and his shoulders go back. Hands ride up his sides and toward his back, his lover pressing into him while his neck is treated like a cold treat.

“Have I…” his question is broken in two while he takes in another breath, a chuckle in his voice, “… angered you?”

You reel away from his neck without an answer, pulling his robe down from off his right shoulder and exposing the entirety of his chest. His eyes go slightly wide, your palms now pressing into his upper ribs as if to hold him in place, and your head ducks forward. As soon as your lips latch around his right nipple, a gloved hand flies up toward the back of your head and he makes a short noise of surprise.

“Oh.”

You’ve absolutely done this to him before. But it was never not shocking, the sensations that this elicited from deep within him wracking a sense of weakness from his hips down to his ankles— his body begging to collapse. You suck quickly around the sensitive bud and Hanzo gasps again, pushing your face closer against his chest until your nose was flat against his skin and pressing your teeth around the areola.

An unforgiving nursing were words that dared to describe the current situation in Hanzo’s mind. He found himself scoffing slightly, but lost the thought when goosebumps crawled up his back and shoulders as he melted into the warmth of your mouth. A surge of power stirs in the depths of his soul as he rumbles out a hum of pleasure, turning his head slowly from side to side as you continue to berate this one side of his chest, turning his nipple into a swollen red until it began to sting just right.

One of your careful hands reach down and slip between his legs, fitting an awakening arousal into your palm. It made his throat run dry and he lifts his chin, trying to ignore the need for friction. He made a sound that sounded like a partial growl, though maybe it could have been a cough. But then he commands, with a note of impatience,

“Bite, my love.”

And you comply with unprecedented eagerness. The hand at the back of your head quickly slides down and grips flat against your nape, fingers digging firm into your neck. A strangled groan makes its way through his gritted teeth, followed by a hollow gasp when you finally relax your jaw, and he sags against the door somewhat when the harrowing intensity was replaced with a gentle throb of pain.

You pull from his breast, the dark pools of his tired eyes fully dilated as he watches you run your tongue past your lips, and catch a breaking wet string that hung from your lower lip and his abused nipple. The left hand side of his body now felt severely untreated, tingling with a sense of need for the same warmth that his right had just endured. Silently counting off a couple of baited breaths in his mind, Hanzo shifted his weight against the door and stood a bit straighter, both of his hands finding your waist as he pulls you near.

He speaks quieter, as if in attempt not to wake someone sleeping nearby. His voice purrs, “You were wise not to start with this side,” and he casts a glance to a spiraling sleeve tattoo that crawls across his chest and settles into his left pectoral. “The dragons will enjoy biting back.”

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Is this blog still active?

I’m actually Dying™️ currently!!

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hello! could you write something with zen echo and ramattra (sorry if that's too many characters) with a human reader who kisses them even tho they don't really have a mouth, I'd like to know their reactions

Kissing robots is so good <3

Kissing Zenyatta

Kisses aren’t a display that surprises him, really!

It might have been pretty anticlimactic the first instance that you had press your lips to his faceplate, a gesture of which he gently leaned into and remained patiently still, until you pulled away

But he would still sometimes entertain you with a prized “oh!” as if he hadn’t expected it

He only apologized the first time for not being able to return the favor the same way, but he was delighted by receiving such a human affection! It pleases him immensely that you would demonstrate this kind of love as if he were human

The best he could do to reciprocate was to press his forehead against yours, lean carefully into your touch, or nudge his jaw against your cheek

He’d be ridiculously gentle doing these things, highly aware that he was of metal and that humans bruise quite easily.

When you would kiss him where he would have a mouth, he liked to respond with a verbal “mwah!” or other kiss sound

You both would also have a habit of blowing kisses to one another as well. He loves pretending to catch yours, and would feign placing it on his cheek before signing “I love you” with his hand

But he also liked to take your hands in his and press your knuckles to the nine lights of his forehead, feeling the warmth of his glow against your hands in his own means of returning the gesture

Sometimes he even asks for kisses, very politely. It’s hard to refuse (but why would you?)

Kissing Echo

Considering her face is just a hologram, you both occasionally forget that and share an amused moment when trying to kiss each other

Sometimes it’s definitely on purpose though! Feigning a kiss upon one another’s mouth with sweet smiles, and an especially elated giggle from Echo

Your one-sided kisses always make her gasp, an expressive look of joyous surprise on her face that leaves her mouth agape

She finds it so interesting, curious, and will lift to you her hands and turn her head from side to side asking “Can you do that here? And what about from here?”

So it’s not really a one-and-done— if you kiss her, you’re gonna end up doing quite a couple. She loves it very much

She doesn’t seem bothered that she can’t truly kiss you back, and if asked she’ll tell you “I think there’s something just as special about pretending!”

And it’s true. The make-believe gestures of affection are something very unique to her that may as well be real in its own way

Just because she couldn’t kiss you doesn’t mean she wasn’t. It may not be the same, but it felt no different than if she could. And it was fun, and worth her reactions

She could never bore of your kisses, nor tire of returning them.

Kissing Ramattra

Ramattra, on the other hand, would somehow end up shocked by your kisses every single time without fail. Subtly flinching as if you’d accidentally surprised him

He’d make a disgruntled noise after your display, but he’d never ask you to stop. He would, however, make sure now and again that you didn’t think he was going to be able to suddenly kiss you back one day

Sometimes he’d mutter something about “human gestures”, but it was hard to discern if it was bringing him offense or not. But again, he never told you he didn’t like it— and he was pretty open about telling you the things that brought him unease

It was more like he was just tolerating it for a while, but he’d eventually begin appreciating it

While he can’t kiss you, he does have a similar gesture that brings him a lot more satisfaction when you attempt to do the same

His specific model can summon a very brief vibration from behind the “mouth” of his faceplate, an old discreet means of communicating that uses the gentle buzz as something similar to Morse code. The pulses produce no sound, but emits a small encoded wave between omnics— like sending a text directly into someone’s mind

It wasn’t a language any human could decipher, but he’d press his ‘mouth’ to your neck or cheek and speak a quick note of affection there, anyway.

You seemed to understand it was loving. And when one day he’d tucked his face into your shoulder and his faceplate pulses ticklishly against your skin again, he was suddenly ecstatic when you leaned your throat against his head and hummed quickly, in the same rhythm he did, mocking his gesture

So, technically, you were telling him you loved him back by repeating his ‘message’, and you had no idea.

He wouldn’t admit a thing to you, but you could tell it made him pretty happy.

And while he preferred his version of “kisses” to yours, he would never turn down your ways of showing him that you loved him

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NO WAYY REQUESTS??? i am here to christen the askbox 🤭 i absolutely loved dismantled cause and id like to request your thoughts on how the aftermath would go! preferably in a direction where reader and ramattra stayed at least somewhat connected since there was so much affection going on between them. i love the idea that maybe they decided to be fugitives together, or maybe they stay on their respective "teams" but squeeze in times for sneaky dates. idk its so cute!! thank you :)

It’s been a while since I got this ask but I wanted to tell you anon that it’s on its way 🫶

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i love your blog!! your writing has such a nice tone to it... do you think i could request zenyatta realizing he has feelings for a human, similar to the ramattra one? thanks so much if you do!! have a nice day!!

That’s so kind, thank you! I can absolutely try this ^^

Zenyatta Realizing his Feelings

Unlike his omnic brother, Zenyatta is very in-tune with his feelings and emotions. He is shameless in regard to how he feels and takes care in the ways he expresses and deals with them

And that’s what makes him so level-headed, being so understanding with himself— and certainly far more than most. Taking time to process the going-ons of his mind has become a second nature.

When he first met you, likely introduced by Genji, there was practically an immediate recognition for potential after sharing a couple conversations. This did not change how he approached you, speaking with you as he would anyone else.

But he did grow fond of you very quickly, seeking a friendship that you were more than happy to reciprocate

Hanging out with him felt very natural, almost as if you’d known one another for years. He had a very patient interest in the things you liked to talk about, show him, or even take him to

There’s something angelic in the way he laughs, which he found himself doing quite often when he would do things with you. To others, it was strange seeing him so easily amused— but you didn’t know any better.

He wouldn’t push to spend time with you too often, however. He enjoyed your presence as well as your absence— he liked missing you, if only for a short while, waiting to see if you would come to him sometimes (and he wouldn’t be hurt if you didn’t, he knew you still cared for him even if you never initiated)

But he would know pretty quickly that he has an interest in you, and he’d allow these feelings to brew inside him for a while before ever acting on them

Zenyatta would know for certain he had more than a simple crush when you had once hugged him unprompted, and without asking. A pleasant surprise, and there was a tickle in his chest that brought out a quiet laugh as he embraces you tightly

He’d be floating a bit higher than usual, elated at your display of affection

The overwhelming thought of dragging you into his arms and lap and floating off into the stars was clearly a huge sign, and he had to calm his impulses before he tried.

That would probably be the first time he actually missed what you said, so distracted by his own thoughts that he would politely ask you to repeat yourself (happily able to disguise his embarrassment, if not for the lack of an expressive face)

If he were to develop inappropriate thoughts about you, they would be quite shallow. This sort of thing would likely only occur while you were with him, somewhere private, that he might entertain the thought for a moment during a pause in conversation— but it would quickly go dismissed

Any hungrier imaginations would more than likely be your deliberate doing. But even if that would be sending a particularly revealing selfie, simply being curious enough to ask about omnic intimacies, or maybe being bold enough to sit in his lap— facing him— while he meditates, you’d never actually know what was going on in his head without asking

He was a master at keeping up his calm persona. But internally, he would be frantic at his own unholiness, expending far too much of his concentration to remain at ease that his orbs of harmony would begin faltering in their circle around him

He might have had to excuse himself, just once. Boners weren’t typically a visual problem for omnics, protected by a modesty panel, but it would be uncomfortable nonetheless

He’d mutter his apologies to you as he takes care of himself, even though you would not be present. He didn’t necessarily believe it wrong to indulge in such thoughts about someone, but there was a kind of guilt there anyways

Ending up in that kind of state would be quite rare for Zenyatta, anyhow. He had the utmost patience, and would attempt pursue you when he felt he was ready (and if you demonstrated comfortability with this sort of thing)

But if you try to woo him first, you’d find your beloved monk incredibly bashful toward your attempts, and he’d do everything he can to make sure he was meeting you halfway

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ANOTHER ONE FALLS

Pairing: Ramattra x Reader

Words: 3490

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: not rated

Zenyatta can only help so much. With as indebted as you feel to him, you can only hope you'll be able to repay his kindness to someone who needs it more.

If only Ramattra would give you a chance.

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Hey!! I just want you to know even with your bad day you wrote something truly beautiful and I hope you know you’re loved and appreciated for that.

I honestly have been having a pretty shitty time myself and this whole fic made me feel like I may have actually just meditated with Ramattra. You’re incredible! I can’t wait to read more of your fics ♥️ (also I’m a slut for pure Ramattra fluff it’s so comfy!!!)

Ahh thank you sm for the kind words :’]! I’m so glad you enjoyed my little writing ahah!! I hope your days look up for you soon, as well 💙

I’m actually planning on doing a sort of slow-burn Ramattra fic soon, as well as posting some oneshot requests I’ve gotten. Production’s just been a bit slow since I’ve started so many at once X’]

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BREATHE AND FLOAT

Pairing: Ramattra x Reader

Words: 4017

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General

“It seems you’ve sprung a leak.” A scoff, an amused observation when Ramattra reaches your side, and you both slow to a stop beside one another. What a pitiful attempt to get you to grin.