#ow2 ramattra

[ninaninato]

They killed bro in the mirror verse so he couldn’t get a dance emote 😭 Anyway this is a quick thingy bc apparently tracer exploded him in front of everyone… I hate the Lightning qnjjejekwkkwk

[kindaaaverage]

[hydraelyn]

✨🖤

[corvusunnx]

girlboss

[colemorrison]

Cool metal against hot skin in the now stuffy room, harsh movements as he thrusted inside of you.

"This is what you wanted isn't it, to be manhandled like the whore you are?"

Your silence only fueled him more, he couldn't resist it, he was fucking you so good you couldn't speak? Oh, then he'd just have to keep going harder to see how you'd react then. The noise you made in response to Ramattra's actions made his hand move to the back of your neck holding you down onto the bed.

"Such a slut."

The omnic's movements were harsh, your body felt like it was on fire and your head felt so light, pain and pleasure mixing into a jumbled mess in your brain. His hand moved to wrap around your throat and pulled you back against him.

"Do you prefer this angle, that way you can hear my voice right in your ear?"

The pressure on your throat made it hard to breathe but he didn’t let go nor did he stop thrusting into you like an animal. He was going to use your limp body as he pleased, fuck your pretty holes raw.

When everything had gotten dark he let go just barely before you passed out, he awaited the three taps but they never came so his thrusts didn’t stop.

“Is this what you humans like? To be fucked so hard you lose your voice? Your brain? Stupid toy.”

Your hands that remained tied together sat limply against your back, he wanted to have complete control over you which is exactly what he got with this arrangement.

Ramattra’s hand moved forward, pinching and groping your body before landing at where you needed him most, his fingers were gentle at first before they turned rough, adding even more pleasure and pain to the mix.

“You’re going to cum with me, I don’t care if it hurts.”

A harsh pinch came to your nipples when you didn’t respond.

“Yes sir.”

It was small, quiet and whiny but it was an answer. When you did finally finish with him you must’ve either fallen asleep or passed out. When you awoke again your pretty omnic boyfriend sat next to you, watching you closely.

“Is that truly what you enjoy?”

“God yes.”

“How about next time I gag you as well hm?���

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Here’s the rest of it that you wanted so bad smh.. @ya-zz Surprise!!

[whitewingsart]

Heard it's Ramattra's birthday, so what better time to post this chibi charm design I made for a friend earlier this year 👀

[lady-of-endless]

“Flashbacks and Height  Differences” (Ramattra x Reader)

Author's Note: I've never written anything so fast. Also, got a lot more other fic ideas (that don't include a hurt reader, sorry about that pattern). Thank you all for the feedback the other fic got, I wasn't expecting it. As usual, excuse any grammar errors.

Word Count: 1302

Tags: light angst; fluff; a not so subtle confession; they are stubborn and in love, your honor;

Zazen is an ancient technique of meditation in which no matter the emotion one feels, no matter how strong or violent, one remains motionless. The discipline is in continuing to sit still. Ramattra tried that one too, among all the other techniques he knew, with no clarification.

He sat on the ground of a rooftop terrace for meditation in Nepal, at the monastery his brother served. His staff was laid on his crossed legs and its dark orb slowly floated above the same way the incense fume moved through the air. His thoughts were still unbearable, no matter what he did.

In the distance, soft steps were heard, he knew that walking pattern and you knew where to find him.

Ramattra sensed your presence entering the terrace but did not react when the supposed meditation state was disturbed.

You took a seat next to him, mimicking his posture and closing your eyes without saying a word.

An omnic and a human, meditating side by side underneath a night sky. Who was out of place? The truth is that you two became a pair for the monks there, seeing you so often together. Even Zenyatta hummed in contentment when he silently passed by that scene.

From time to time you opened your eyes to look at Ramattra with your peripheral sight. The other times, he would do the same, carefully turning his head inches to you, black cables sliding on his shoulder. Seeing you next to him only worsened the growing murmur of the thoughts he tried so hard to discard. You also knew something was off but waited patiently. A long sight coming from him announced that something was going to almost be said.

 "I was not expecting that level of irrationality from you." He taunted in a clear voice. "When all of the facts and odds were against your chance and you knew that." Ramattra's indignation grew stronger and it could be heard.

You kept your eyes closed for a while, taking in his reaction, understanding for how long he kept it to himself. To be exact, for almost a month, when something went incredibly wrong.

 The decision to assist Ramattra in his daily duties was taken by you with warm excitement. Being busy with the thought that your presence was pleasant, he did not expect an attack from some other humans. All Junkers, with a burning desire to tear his pieces off, not knowing who he was. They were many but not a number you two could not handle.

"How could you hurt one of yours?" He growled in disbelief and anger.

You moved quickly intending to guard Ramattra's back. The gesture was unfortunately realized by the Junkers who have become revolted by the idea of shielding one of those sinister omnics. In the blink of an eye, you could block a hit that targeted Ramattra.

The blow was tougher than you expected, knocking you down in an instant. Everyone froze when the omnic turned around to see his...cherished one, knocked out. The tension grew stronger with each of his heavy breaths.

Before losing touch with everything, you could only catch a glimpse of Ramattra. His posture was not straight anymore, his free hand was clenched into a fist, and the orb from his staff ignited with dark outrage. That was how you knew, the Junkers should have been frightened.

Before unleashing his retribution and turning into his nemesis form, he looked closely at each of their faces. He saw so many humans but no humanity.

Ramattra could not recall the payback that well, what he remembered in detail was what followed. Kneeling and pulling your body in his secure arms to check your vitals, an old and blurred flashback of him holding an injured dear omnic friend, hit him with full force. He was holding you the same way he held one of his people.

Zenyatta could also remember that day, especially the sheer panic of his brother when his larger form stormed inside the monastery calling for him in a strangled tone he did not hear from his brother before.

Ramattra's found family was all gone, the only one remaining was Zenyatta, and even without knowing whatever you were to him. He could not let you go yet.

"Don't you dare leave my side." He whispered close to your face before letting you into his brother's care.

 As the rush of memories disappeared from both of you, Ramattra stood up now, the night breeze moving the ends of his scarf behind him.

"Answer me!" He demanded, striking the ground with his staff. "Why would you put yourself at risk for me?" His words echoed through the place made for quietness.

At his impatience, you finally opened your eyes to look at him.

"The same reason as yours." You explained cautiously, slowly getting up to face him from a distance.

"That was not an answer. A reason for what precisely?" His patience, calmness, and composure were all gone. "You do not get to try to protect me and not tell me why!" He moved swiftly towards you.

 Your arm got caught and your body roughly pulled against his.

 In your eyes, Ramattra was always a stunning sight, but from up close it was breathtaking. The height difference forced you to tilt your head up. Tiny superficial scars decorated his white faceplate here and there, holding stories, tragedies. Metallic ribcage moving almost in sync with your chest when breathing. His seemingly exposed omnic eyes gleamed from underneath the solid mask.

The coldness of the metal against your warm skin was a reminder that he was still holding you. Ramattra rarely moved absent-mindedly, so holding you for longer was an honest intention.

You looked at each other for a little too long.

"I do not get to do that?" You repeated his words. "As I don't get to dare to leave your side?" Ramattra was stunned by his own words coming from your mouth. "Why did you stay by my bedside every day when I was hurt?" You finally asked, turning the tables. "Tell me, Ramattra."

 The omnic hesitated, taking a step back, something you never saw him do.

 After the attack, you spent a couple of days in bed there, in Nepal, under Zenyatta's art of healing. Every day or even at night, when you opened your eyes weakly for seconds, all you could see was Zenyatta's healing orb floating above your head and Ramattra next to you. He was always in the same spot, either fixing something from his components either meditating, or waiting (no one could tell between the last two).

At first, there was anger, because of you, him, the Junkers, the way he fell for someone he was not supposed to, and the fact that his source of tranquility has become you. Understanding that there was no other outlet for his thoughts and feelings, Ramattra had to confess.

 Not knowing how to say it, he did another action you never expected him to do. He bent one knee before you, not breaking eye contact. For what he wanted to say, for once, he wanted your height differences to be reversed. Your hands instinctively cupped his face. Ramattra did not push you away or pull himself away.

He was defeated, yet it did not feel pride-crushing or tense. Ramattra could feel peace again, little by little, in time.

"The most dangerous thing is to have someone worth losing." He finally confessed in a heavy tone.

You looked at him with tenderness, sharing his emotions from long before.

"Then, we will look after each other." You said, letting him get up but grasping his hand.

He nodded once before making a promise to himself and you.

"Then, we will fight for each other."

[jaydrawstick]

“We will have peace at any cost.” Ramattra, leader of Null Sector, from Overwatch 2! My personal favorite of the new characters so far! LOVE THIS BROKEN EVIL LAD

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Next up: MOIRA!

[system-redux]

'The Crown of Thorns'

a christmas gift I made for @kkondition !!!

Ramattra might just be omnic Jesus but y'all ain't ready for that conversation

[miamipaaaalms]

did i really do this? lmao

"what are the questions, fool? i'm trying right now not to give in the wish to break your bones as you can see!"

(i could try in the ow ask but no xd)

[mechanicaa]

🍩Hello! I just wanted to share some of my edit wallpaper of some of the Overwatch 2 characters I'm new to the overwatch community I hope you guys like my edits. [They are also free to use enjoy]🍩

[ninaninato]

Quick little thing bc it was his bday boy oh boy I love him sooo much that my friends are genuinely concerned

[kindaaaverage]

[hydraelyn]

warm up study before work

[corvusunnx]

gnawing on my screen every time i see even a glimpse of him

i NEED someone to build me my own ramattra plplspslpls sentient and everything i will pay my life savings

i havent told you guys but my ow oc is a self insert :3

[colemorrison]

His hands dug into your thighs, facial upgrades were of wonderful use when it came to this. You on top of his faceplate, soaking it, he was watching your face, the way your head leaned back in pleasure. He had gone out of his way to make sure he would be able to bring you pleasure this way too.

“Ramattra…”

Your voice was desperate, hips grinding faster, you were so close to the end, maybe even then you’d keep going. Ride your ravager’s face until you couldn’t stand it anymore, if only you knew what this was doing to him. He wanted to fuck you thoroughly after this, destroy his pretty pet until you couldn’t speak anything but his name.

He was in love with the whimpers and whines that left your lips, it was intoxicating the way humans reacted to pleasure, the way his human reacted to pleasure. Ramattra’s fingers scratched at the soft flesh on either side of his head, so much warmth consuming his entire body, at this rate he’d end up touching himself before you finished.

The omnic pulled you off, rolling you two over so he was on top, as much as he would have loved for you to stay on his face till the sun exploded he needed to be inside you.

“You don’t mind do you?”

Maybe it was the overwhelming need to cum or the heat of the room but you couldn’t speak, just a nod.

“Use your words pet.”

“No, no I do not. Please.”

“Good, I am going to use you until you say red.”

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Surprise, this isn’t the full thing but it is part of something that is in the works. @ya-zz