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.
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.”
