Warnings: slight langauge, AFAB!Reader, (no pronouns specified) vaginal fingering, clit rubbing, smut, public smut, slight dub-con, strangers, slight exhibitionist/voyeurism kink, shame kink, masturbation, (vibrator) mentions of Ethan being Ghostface and the killings.
A/N: I’ve been thinking about the gif below a LOT as of late, he looks so fucking hot and this just sprang to mind last night and I whacked it all together. It’s hot, I think. Getting fingered by Ethan on a train but you have no idea who the fuck he is??? Uhhh yeah, this plays into my exhibitionist kink nicely.
The subway was oddly quiet, granted it was coming up to three in the morning, but still. You’d stayed at college late, cramming for your upcoming finals until you’d noticed just how late it really was and decided it was time to race home, get a few hours of nyquil induced sleep before having to relive the same day again tomorrow. You could say you were a bit of an overachiever. You texted your roommate quickly once you flopped down in a free seat, utterly exhausted, telling her you were on the way home but didn’t receive a response.
You sighed, leaning your head back against your seat and mindlessly played around on your phone, flipping from app to app absently when you suddenly felt the uneasy feeling that somebody was watching you.
The subway car only had about fourteen people inside, some were asleep, others were hunched over their own devices, working from a laptop or texting from their cell as you had been. Everyone except a tall, lean curly haired guy who stood with his hand gripping the pole beside him so tightly his knuckles were completely white, his dark brown eyes shamelessly staring at you with an endearingly intense glint shining in them.
You cleared your throat, tearing your eyes away from his fervid and observing gaze, focusing your consciousness back onto your phone. He was pretty, no doubt about that, the way he was staring at you made a dull flutter cascade through your core and inflame your stomach. The coach came to an abrupt stop, your hand flying out to catch yourself on the pole beside you to stop yourself falling out of the seat and the automated woman on the speaker announced that you were two stops away from your destination. Your phone buzzed in your hand and you glanced down, seeing your roommate text you back that she was heading to bed and for you to make sure you get home safe.
As you were about to respond, you were suddenly aware that someone had sat down carefully beside you. You glanced up for a moment, noticing the curly haired boy had settled in the seat next to you, eyes now set forward at the doors of the train. The smell of his cologne filled your nose, the scent subtle yet having an unprecedented effect on you, thighs tensing and your cunt clenching. You looked away quickly, sending a quick reply to your roommate and wishing her a good night before placing your phone into your jacket pocket, choosing to settle your gaze on the window, watching as New York passed you by, trying to ignore the boy sitting beside you.
His knee was touching yours, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your bare skin at every jostle of the train. His hand resting on his thigh deftly dropped between the small gap separating the two of you, his bare fingers making contact with your soft skin casually. Your eyes instinctively darted down, watching as his fingertips began to faintly stroke your skin, grazing over the hem of your skirt.
You couldn’t help but steal a glance at his pretty face and noticed he looked almost bored, completely uninterested and still not looking at you at all. You felt his fingers glide over your thigh, stopping abruptly as he reached the middle, a soft tap of his fingers as if he was ordering you to open your legs for him.
You couldn’t do this, let some random fucking guy you’d never met start touching your pussy on the middle of the subway.
Just from the limited contact alone, you were already pathetically wet. It was like your body and mind had completely separated from one another as you lightly inched your legs apart, allowing him to slide his hand between them, his fingers grazing at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
You let out a small, shaky sigh as he dragged his fingers up, stopping just before he made direct contact for a few seconds, as if he were making a decision about how he wanted to touch you before the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your strained clit through your panties softly, the touch so faint it shouldn’t have even had that much of an effect on you, but alas, it did.
Your breathing hitched and from the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn you’d seen his lips twitch up into a small smile but you didn’t bother to look, worried it would snap you out of whatever the fuck had gotten into you.
This wasn’t you, you weren’t even the kind of person to interact with a stranger unless it was entirely necessary, but here you were, at three o’clock in the morning with your legs open and dying to let this random guy touch your pussy in a public space, practically gagging for it.
He began carefully moving his middle and forefinger in a gentle circular motion, rubbing your clit teasingly through your damp panties before, without warning, they were pushed aside, the hot pads of his fingers finally making direct contact with your strained, aching clit.
Your hand wrapped around the cold pole next to you again, this time to stop yourself from moaning aloud, your eyes fluttering closed as he began to play with your clit, his fingers skillful as he rubbed in small circular motions, his eyes still fixed ahead of him as though he wasn’t doing anything, as though this was an completely normal interaction. Perhaps it was for him, but at that moment you couldn’t care less. You didn’t care that the subway car was littered with strangers that could very well be watching this guy touch you so intimately, making you push yourself against his fingers like a needy whore with your head tilted back, eyes screwed up as you focused on just how good he was making you feel.
His fingers moved from your clit, dragging down your slit and collecting your juices, briefly plunging them inside and curling upward, pressing firmly against the spongy tissue and making you let out a soft whimper, looking down to see this strangers fingers gently pumping in and out of your cunt. Your legs were so wide from him now, your knee was practically resting against his thigh.
He removed his fingers before moving his fingers back up, using your juices coating his fingers to carry on playing with your exposed clit. Your chest began to heave, your hips unconsciously bucking against his hand as he worked over you casually, still not looking at you. Soft moans and gasps escaped you and you sunk your teeth harshly into your bottom lip and bit the inside of your cheeks so hard you could almost taste blood, trying desperately to be as quiet as you could manage as you clenched around nothing, feeling the fire in your stomach build and burn hotter and hotter with each expert glide of his slick fingers, your legs opening wider and wider for him which seemed to please him judging by how fast his fingers began to work your clit.
The pressure was perfect, the speed of his strong fingers was making your impending orgasm loom dangerously close as your back arched from your seat, pushing yourself against his long fingers before your eyes flew open and you came with a soft gasp on this tips of this stranger's fingers, hand gripping the cold metal of the pole so hard it’s a wonder it didn’t bend. Your eyes flew open as you reached your peak, meeting a man’s shocked and wide eyed gaze as he stared at you, mouth agape as he watched you cum, body shivering and writhing as you pushed your hips down against the strangers fingers, feeling them slide from your clit and into your soaked hole with every movement of your body.
The train stopped as you felt the warmth of his fingers abandon you. He cleared his throat a little, still not looking at you as he stood up, grabbing his bag from the ground and walked toward the doors. You finally moved your gaze onto him, watching as he left the train car, walked onto the platform without even looking back and disappeared up the steps of the station and vanished out of sight.
You felt suddenly self-conscious as your eyes met an older woman’s, her expression nothing short of disgusted, and the man that had watched you cum, his eyes still as wide as dinner plates as he stumbled up from his seat and adjusted himself in his pants, leaving the train looking completely dazed, as though this was the highlight of his month. Maybe it was. You shifted in your seat, feeling your wetness covering your thighs and no doubt staining the seat beneath you as you quickly closed your legs, crossing one over the other and pulled at the hem of your skirt, eyes quickly moving away from the woman and back through the window, beginning to bite at your nails, feeling satisfied yet extremely vulnerable and disgusting.
Did that really just fucking happen?
Despite the disgust you felt in yourself, it only added to your satisfaction. It felt new, different and exciting. You couldn't lie, you absolutely loved the combination of the mixed feelings.
Needless to say you never saw him again, you’d never really expected to. You thought about him a lot though, pressing your vibrator against your clit while you were alone in your bedroom, imagining the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his fingers as they expertly touched you, and just how fucking pretty he was and how hard he’d made you cum and just how easy it was for him to touch you, as if it was completely normal.
That was, until a few weeks later. You were at home, working on your thesis for class when the news grabbed your attention.
“Ghostface killers finally come to a grisly end. The family of killers, Detective Wayne Bailey and his children and resident Blackmore University students Quinn Bailey and Ethan Bailey, formally known as Landry, all brutally murdered after targeting previous survivors of the 2022 Woodsboro massacre, Samantha and Tara Carpenter, Chad and Mindy Meeks, and celebrity Gale Weathers.”
Your eyes widened as soon as you saw “Ethan’s” picture lighting up your screen, recognition hitting immediately. That was him, the stranger from the subway you'd all too willingly opened your legs for. Then your blood ran cold when the realisation that you’d let a murderer get you off and make you cum on a fucking train hit you like a ton of bricks.
Hellooooo thank you for the drabbles you work so fast and beautifully! 😍 I propose a fic….ramattra leader of null sector at his base is presented with an injured reader found a couple of miles out in the snow…a slow relationship develops over a few months as he allows her to stay until recovered, ram conflicted about his feelings combined with the whispers among his subordinates causes an argument between them both as she leaves only to be caught in trouble (or not fully recovered?) outside the base and he saves and brings her back…maybe nsfw and admitting feelings comfort after the argument ? You decide!
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ohhh fic time!! Been a long while since I did one of these requests, hope I've done it some justice ♥
Ramattra x Reader (gen)
Word count: 1749
The hum of the Null Sector vessel was loud against his receptors. His last attack had failed, there was more casualties on his side than there was on the other, and he was reeling in anger. Ramattra’s fist slams down on the console, screen cracking and sparks flying.
“Enough!” He barks at nobody in particular, his optics narrowing in on the feed ahead of him, mountains covered in a thick sheet of snow, inhabitable, but still, there’s a buried footpath beneath. His chassis rumbles in anger, wires burning. He can feel his servos twitching, the anger reaching its boiling point before it halts.
He freezes for a moment, body still as a statue before his hands move to zoom in on the video feed. The omnics optics flit between the data and the video, something not sitting right within his systems. He watches the figure move through the snow, stumbling over their feet. He notes how their body temperature is dropping rapidly, their descent, both down the mountainside and life approaching quick.
But, that’s not what forced him to look. His attention turns to the sled that’s being pulled behind. A broken omnic, one which their systems have long died. And yet, there they are, transporting this hollow chassis back to the village near two kilometres away at the bottom of the mountain.
With a scoff, Ramattra turns the feed off, muttering something along the lines of “foolish human” under the hum of his vocaliser.
The feed then turns back on seconds later, something pulling Ramattra towards this human as he then sets the co-ordinates to their position. He’ll be damned if he let them freeze to death while foolishly “saving” his kind.
—
The cold bites at your nose, at your ears and cheeks. Your fingers and joints have long since gone numb, the early onset of frostbite beginning to set in, but, you didn’t dare give up just yet. You had promised to get the fallen omnic back to the village, a mission that no one dared to do, especially hours before a snow storm was about to hit the area.
It was risky, hell, it was suicide.
Despite the cold, despite the near frozen solid limbs, you trek on, pulling the literal dead weight behind you, even if you were unaware of their status. The path was long gone, all you could do was hope you remembered the way down otherwise it was the end of the line for you, too. One misstep and you would fall, mission would be over and so would your life.
However, the ever dropping temperatures was finally beginning to bite hard. It was getting difficult to breathe, your vision was blurring and the adrenaline had long wore off. You were practically running on fumes.
Your knees buckle and you fall into the sharp blanket of snow. There’s no words to speak, face frozen, lips unable to part, they just crack and bleed with every miniscule twitch.
This is it… It’s over…
At least, that’s what you thought. Your vision darkens at the same point your body is moved, picked up and cradled in a set of arms. You don’t resist, you can’t resist. You just accept your fate. Either you die in the cold or by this hulking presence that’s carrying you.
When you finally come to, however many hours later, your body burns. It’s warm, but uncomfortable. Wincing and whining, you try to move, but still, your joints feel frozen, rusty.
“Careful. You will only hurt yourself more.” A voice speaks out from the other side of the room. It’s low, calm, unsettling.
“Where am I?” You finally rasp out, throat raw and dry.
“Aboard my vessel.” The omnic moves, standing beside the bed you’re laying on. He notices the wide eyes, the sudden flash of panic. “Relax. I will not harm you. Not while you are in this state.”
A strained hum escapes you. “Appreciated.”
“Any longer out there and you would have joined the countless others who have died at these mountains.” Ramattra cocks his head to the side. “Why-”
“Where are they?” You cut him off, shifting your focus to the omnic you were supposed to save.
“They had been dead for a while.” Ramattra states matter-of-factly.
“Oh…” Was all you could mutter. Your eyes drift to the dim light above your head, mind working on figuring out when the omnic passed.
“Do not dwell on it. You did what you could, even if it was foolish to be up in the mountains.”
“Someone had to save them.”
“And if you died up there? What then?” The omnic hums, arms crossed over his chest. “It would have been an endless cycle.”
He’s not wrong…
“Rest. I will check up on you later.” Without saying anything else, Ramattra turns on his heel and leaves the room. You’re alone, once again, body still warming up and joints slowly beginning to move.
—
The months went by and despite you being human, Ramattra lets you stay on board of his vessel. He keeps tabs on you, cameras always fixed on your location and sometimes there would be a Null Sector bot at your side or behind you, escorting you to your destination, wherever that may be.
You’re still recovering, a dull ache in your leg and wrist stops you from doing most tasks without support. Perhaps, that’s what led to his rising anger, among the fact that another attack had failed.
“What do you require now?” He asks the very moment you step in the command centre, servos clenched tightening on the unit.
“Nice to see you too.”
“Now is not a good time.” He hisses, watching you approach from the corner of his vision.
You step up to him, a subtle wince gracing your features as you adjust your stance so that you’re not putting much weight on the injured leg. “Another failure?”
“Yes, now leave.”
“I can offer some help-”
“You are useless in your current state.” He spits, fans whirring aggressively to contain the anger.
“Excuse me?”
“There is nothing you can do. Get out.”
“I am perfectly capable-”
“Silence.” He growls, fist slamming into the console that it cracks. Another replacement is already on the way.
“I want to help!”
“You have no idea what you are doing. For all I know, you could make matters worse than what they are now and sabotage my work.” Ramattra snarls, the static hum of his vocaliser growing loud. “Get out of my sight.”
You don’t get chance to react before the back of his hand connects to your cheek, knocking you to floor. The pair of you freeze, his optics glued onto your wide and teary eyes.
Regret… Guilt… Oh, he’s never felt them so strong before until this moment.
He stutters, chassis suddenly feeling restricting and tight. “[y/n]-”
But, he doesn’t get chance to apologise before you’re running out of the command centre. Ramattra stares at the open door, processor working a million miles a minute to corrupt that image of you on the floor.
Without another moments hesitation, he’s following behind you. To his amazement, you’ve managed to get away. He mutters to himself, cursing in omnicode. He knows that he needs to come forward, to speak about the tightening wires in his chest; the way they flutter whenever he sees you, the stutter of fans whenever you laugh.
He’s heard the whispers, the omnicode chatter between units whenever they see the two of you together. He shuts them down with a harsh stare, trying to ignore that feeling bubbling inside of his chest.
Ramattra has feelings for you and now… he’s not sure that you’ll want him back.
—
You sit on the ledge of a window, away from him, away from any and all Null Sector units. You need time alone and rightfully so. Your cheek stings, your chest burns and the pain in your leg returns as a dull throb.
The nighttime sky is clear, the stars glittering against the black abyss. Below, the city is still awake, flickering lights of apartments and cars, the hum of the streets… it’s almost like home.
“You will catch a cold if you stay up here.” A familiar voice rings out after a moment of peaceful silence.
“I don’t care.” You mutter, eyeing the omnic from the reflection.
“I do. You are still recovering. You do not need-”
“Why do you care so much?”
Ramattra stops a few feet behind you, optics scanning your frame for any other injuries.
“Remember when I saved you?” He starts, voice low, almost gentle. “You were carrying a fallen omnic. One that had been dead for a while. It was foolish. Reckless, even. Yet, you did so, even if it nearly cost you your life.”
“Someone had to do it.”
“So you said.” He sighs, taking a seat next to you. “I watched you for a moment, back then. Watched how you continued forward despite the frostbite, despite the exhaustion. Admirable, really. You are strong.”
“What are you getting at?” You finally turn to look at him.
Ramattra sighs, glancing down to his hands. “I do not want to see you hurt again. Not by me, not by anyone… I-” He hesitates. “I care about you.”
Your breath hitches, surprise showing in your eyes. “If you’re trying to apologise, you’re terrible at it.”
The omnic chuckles, head tilting to the side a little. “Yeah. Never been good at that. Listen, [y/n]-”
“I thought you hated humans.”
“I do. You are just an exception.” Ramattra admits, and his wires burn as he catches you smiling.
There’s a comfortable silence that envelopes the room - its only broken when Ramattra stands, offering his hand out to you.
“Will you help me?” He asks, and you notice the faintest hint of awkwardness within his tone.
“Sure. Will you actually listen to me?” You jest, taking his hand. Your knee buckles, but Ramattra is quick, grabbing you by the upper arm before snaking his hand over your back and resting it on your hip. He gives it a gentle squeeze in response to your snark.
“When you stop being insufferable.”
You bark out a laugh, leaning against the omnic. “Like that’s ever gonna happen.”
Ramattra hums, shaking his head as he helps you walk down the halls of the vessel. The omnic feels a spark flicker in his chest, having you so close after what had happened…
my notes and reactions while aelys had a CONVERSATION in chapter 20 - PART 1 - MASSIVE spoiler warning
‘None of the rest ever fed me. Why?’ Bc Aelys is unhinged and has no self preservation next question
‘They use our first fight to jail us…and you hold the bars this time. And yet you are more useful, more giving. Where do we end?’ SHIT THIS IS SO BAD???
"when we have purpose" AELYS U HAVE THAT IN DROVES
‘You will make us whole and then you will set us free’ - that is definitely certainly a bad idea
1/3 of the idea? and u want to reunite it with MORE? bc that will totes help
‘You will feed me a life. A thinking feeling life. Every mortal die. And then I will grant you my wonder...Yours to choose so long as they know they are going to " AELYS????? NO. NO. NONONNONONONON STOP IT
Well thats why aelys has white hair now I guess as the reaper
AELYS STOP FUCKING BOWING
"U shall act as my reaper...Take what we are owed"
Aelys this is so much worse than I expected
Revasan - AELYS UR ALREADY STRONG STOP MAKING XILYREON DEALS
Ok so the xilyereon wants to eat the gods. great. fantastic. my favourite character has murder on her daily to do list. and good for her ig
If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!
(absolutely no pressure if you dont want to tho <3)
oh it's back to me!!!! ok uhhh lemme see. im pulling the big guns (hyper specific facts) now
when i was a kid my mom had this habit of setting the salad on the table far before lunch was even done and it usually had lettuce and tomatoes and i fucking love tomatoes (to this day.) so i would "steal" all the tomatoes in the salad leaving only the rest of the veggies. my mom tried lecturing me but i could see she thought it was cute. i only stopped doing that when i was like eight or nine already
recently me and my friends were debating which penguin of madagascar we would be and they voted i should be private which is fucking insane since im OBVIOUSLY rico. naturally i expressed my (OBJECTIVELY CORRECT) opinion but they didn't wanna listen. and now because they know it upsets me everytime im doing something they dont want me to do or something i just shouldn't be doing (which happens a lot ngl) instead of telling me to stop they just say "that's something private would do" and im running out of cuss words i can reply with.
i have a gorgeous drawing my cousin gave me years ago taped to my wall directly next to my bed. it's technically a rick and morty fanart and im not even a huge rick and morty fan, at least not anymore, but the drawing is so pretty i will never get rid of it also come on my cousin made that for me!!!!! like wtf. i also have a printed picture of the falcon and the winter soldier that was in my birthday cake last year. i did take a bite out of it though. i didn't think it was edible or anything it's just that there was a little bit of chocolate on it so
just finished barry and i have got to say i didn’t move a fucking muscle during that entire 30 minutes.. like... even during the movie at the end.. fists clenched back straight grinding my teeth
ooof I drank one of these fish bowl drink things and my god I’m drunk good thing I always have a designated driver because my goofy ass ain’t driving anywhere anytime soon lmao
