Alsooo wondered if you could do hanzo, genji and ram finding out reader loves a particular part of their body/turns them on. With the boys either realising when they’re intimate or another way..but reader is too shy to tell them directly but they figure it out?
Sorry not sure if I explained that in the best way!
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HANZO
The archer thought nothing of it at first, but the way your hands trailed up his arms, tracing every curved and line of his tattoo sparked something hot within his stomach.
He just believed it was from the lack of touch.
However, each time that your fingers would graze up his forearm and over his bicep, he would shudder. Even in the least of intimate situations, it would always make his body run warm.
Hanzo would try his best to keep it hidden, but he knew that you knew. You knew the effect your touch was having on the archer at your side.
Neither of you would admit it, however, too stubborn to say anything and not wanting to be the first one to speak about it. Though, whenever the two of you got closer in more ways than one, it was always the first thing you would do to let him know that he's yours.
GENJI
The first time you and Genji were intimate, you were careful not to touch where you believed he was most uncomfortable. The scars of his past marred his body, memories and nightmares that still haunt him even years later.
There was a time, however, where your fingers grazed over a scar on his hip. At first, the sharp intake of breath from the ninja made you pull away, afraid you hurt him.
But, when your fingers ghosted over the scar again, Genji shuddered. Part of him hoped you didn't see the way his cheeks flushed or felt the way his heartbeat would rise. But, you knew.
Oh, you knew.
And you were going to exploit it until he broke.
RAMATTRA
His systems stutter, glitching momentarily when your hands smooth over the plating on his torso. Be it between the metal bracing or covering his midsection.
Thanks to his model, thanks to him being an omnic, he's able to hide it pretty well.
Or so he thought.
You caught the way the lights on his forehead would flicker each time your fingers would glide over the plating. The subtle static that became more prominent was also a give away. It was something you'd keep to yourself, a secret that you could and certainly would use against him in the more... worst of moments.
And when Ramattra catches that glint in your eyes, the awareness of his weakness, he'll be sure to get you back in his own little way.
He didn’t forget, he just… didn’t know how to express his emotions the right way.
Ramattra was, is, a war machine, built to lead, not to love.
But, things change, right? He changed.
Because of you.
You made him see colour, made him see things in a different light. You made him feel something that wasn’t hatred, that wasn’t fear.
You made him feel love. Loved.
And now, it was his turn.
He brought you flowers and your favourite lunch at work, cooked just right and just perfectly for you. It was a small gesture, building up to something more later when you were free from the chains of your corporate job.
A ‘kiss’ against your forehead sent sparks through his wires. His fan whirring louder and processor running a million miles an hour.
He was unused to such a feeling, but seeing the way your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkled… oh, he’d just have to do it more often, even if he did overheat in the process.
The UK got hit with a heatwave and I am quite literally suffering…
“In the politest way possible, I need you to stay away from me.”
Ramattra just stares at you, frozen in place. He stands there, processing your words, completely caught off guard and absolutely dumbfounded at what you just said.
It takes him a moment to reboot, voice low and tinged with a subtle confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”
You shake your head, flashing a reassuring smile. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Then why can I not be close to you?” The omnic sounds… hurt, almost.
“Rama, please. I am dying from this heat.”
“Do I need to take you to the hospital?” He takes a step forward, his concern rising.
“Oh my- no! I meant, it’s too warm! You’re also warm!” You laugh, settling down in front of the fan.
“Ah, I see.” Ramattra looks down at himself. His core temperature is running a little on the hot side.
So, of course he settles down next to you, watching his temperature drop from the cool air the flan blows towards him.
“I appreciate the concern, though.” You say, leaning against him for a second before pulling away.
How would Ramattra respond to the reader asking if they want to raise kids together?
"Say that again." Ramattra stutters, head snapping to look at you from his work.
"Are your receptors on the fritz again-"
"Shut it. What did you say?" He grumbles, turning fully in his chair.
"What would you say if we have a child?"
"You do realise that I cannot reproduce?" The omnic states matter-of-factly.
You roll your eyes, leaning against the table with your arms crossed over your chest. "There is a thing called 'adoption', silly."
"You want a child?" Ramattra just stares at you, almost dumbfounded in your question.
"I'm asking if we could have a child."
"This is a big responsibility." He leans back in his chair. "This is not some little pet."
"I'm not stupid. I've dealt with kids in the past, but, maybe it's time to have our own."
Ramattra sighs, hands trailing down his faceplate in an human-like gesture. "I... will need to think about it." He's not entirely opposed to the idea, having a little... human pest he could call his own, but, he's not quite ready for that commitment.
You hum, smiling a little, almost wanting to plead your case further, but you know where that will land you. "Don't hurt yourself over it."
The omnic growls. "Ha ha. Now, get out before I throw you out."
I hope you’re doing well today! I need to know how Hanzo, Genji and Cass would be if you’re pregnant (if you write for that, if not ignore!) and if you can figure out a way to include ramattra 👀 I will forever be in your debt ✨I love your writing so much and am so happy you opened you requests again!
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Having to whip out the laptop as my pc freaks out over a game update...
HANZO
He's a gentle man, always making sure that you're comfortable wherever you go - the bed, the couch, the lone seat in the garden.
The archer would make sure he has the cupboards stocked up with your craving foods and those foods you would inevitably dislike, they're gone.
Whenever you were doing something strenuous, he's at your side in an instant, always there to offer a handing hand.
He knows you're stubborn, but he'll be damned if he lets you do anything to put pressure on your already aching body.
In bed, his hands are gentle, rubbing your belly as his beard tickles your neck.
He doesn't push, always waiting for you to make the first move.
Even when you're seated anywhere, his hands would be on your shoulders and kneading out the sore tension within.
Hanzo would go with you to every appointment, keeping a strict diary on your wellbeing between visits.
Nothing could go wrong, not when the child you're carrying is his.
GENJI
He won't lie, it absolutely terrified him at first.
He didn't know what to do, never experienced something like this before as he was the youngest Shimada.
But, as time went by, he gradually leaned into the role.
Genji simmered down to something more tolerable, not panicking at every wince or sharp intake of breath.
Whatever you asked for, he would do it - ordering food (even if it was a lot of it), going to the store late at night, getting whatever you desired, no matter how obscure it was.
He wouldn't admit it, but he did ask his bother for help, and from there things did get easier.
His hand would always be in yours whenever the two of you ventured out and the doctors number was on speed dial.
Genji wasn't taking any chances, not now, not in the future.
And surprisingly, the boy grew up quickly.
CASSIDY
It wasn't his first rodeo (sorry)
Having been undercover many times with a pregnant "partner", this was nothing knew.
He knew what to do and when to do it.
You always woke up with painkillers and water by your bed, and a bucket by the nightstand, just in case.
The house was always warm and at your command, he would either turn it up or down, suffering in whatever conditions just to make sure you were okay.
Every doctors visit, he'd be there with you. In fact, he'd do most of the talking because he knows the majority of what you're feeling.
And when it came to food, he'd cook for you. He'd make the most filling and nutritious meal that would probably put you in a coma.
Cassidy would leave you in bed most nights on your own, especially when you're grouchy, but the moment you called for him, he's on his knees at the side of the bed in an instant.
BONUS: RAMATTRA
He's not a fan of this whole... pregnancy thing. After all, he is an omnic and omnics cannot get humans pregnant.
So, when you stumbled into his life after a rough breakup, belly swollen with a little life growing inside of you, he stutters.
Ramattra goes through every article, every video, anything he could find to make the process easier on you.
It was hard, but he tries, for you.
He made sure that the vessel was stocked with nutritious food and drinks, that your room was cosy and you had everything you needed for when the baby eventually arrived.
The omnic would constantly monitor your vitals, making sure that you were okay at every moment of the day and night.
Whenever you were in pain, he'd escort you to medical unit, one he built for you, and he'd sit by your side until you were discharged.
And, when you weren't looking, his shoulders would relax, the tension would fade as he realises that he wouldn't trade this for anything.
Idk how to ask for a fic request so pls bear with me if I’m doing this wrong 😔
I’m not too picky but all I really want is an nsfw fic with ram in his nemesis form 🙂↕️ I have thoughts of what he can do with 4 arms instead of 2….
(Maybe some hints of breeding too??? Idk how that would work so feel free to exclude it)
Thank you my absolute favourite ram fic writer, I’ve been in love with your work for years now 😭❤️
Ramattra x Reader (gen) NSFW
Word count: 1501
I got a day off, so I write
Ramattra, one of the founders and now the leader on Null Sector. A stubborn omnic with goals that needed to be achieved for many reasons other than just liberation.
And, how handy it was to have a human to support him. As much as he despised the human race for their views and actions against omnics, even before the crisis, you just had to worm your way into his mind and mechanical heart.
He would never let you go. You knew too much, it was a good argument he would always rehearse in his head. But, he found himself drawn to you. You shared the same stubbornness, never wanting to stray too far from him, to oversee his attacks and plans, offering input whenever necessary. Even if he hated it.
However, having you by his side came at a cost he knew all too well. You were a constant target, always in danger, even if he kept you safe onboard his vessel. It certainly wasn’t the first to go down, it won’t be the last, but he’d never admit that he was… worried. An omnic can survive more damage than a human, that much was evident with the repairs he had already been through, but you… he feared one wrong move and it was lights out.
So, when the turbulence hit a little harder, jerking the pair of you around, his optics snap up to the security feeds above. He’s already barking omnicoded orders to his soldiers, preparing for an attack as unmarked aircrafts approach. Without missing a beat, he turns to you, commanding you to get into the saferoom.
You don’t argue. You run.
But, running only gets you so far as operatives begin walking the hallways, their visors locked onto your figure. You can make out the surprised noises of the three before you from behind the gunfire already blasting outside.
“A human?!”
“Prisoner or working with him?”
“Unsure, stay vigilant.”
It’s only when you step back, eyes narrowed in a glare, do they realise it’s the latter. Their weapons raise, rifles pointed directly at your chest.
“There’s nowhere to run.” One speaks, voice distorted from their helmet. “Come along quietly. No resisting-”
Ramattra doesn’t let them finish, already moving in front of you to shield you. His body is different, larger. Menacing. His chassis hums in fury, claws twitching, waiting. The shadow swallows you, shielding you from the threats ahead.
“Run.” He commands once more, but, he doesn’t look back. He keeps his optics focused ahead, running through protocols, through schematics of their rifles. Then, he moves.
He wastes no time in getting the three operatives to their knees, blood pooling on the floor when they finally drop. His hands, both sets, are coated in blood, still warm despite the coldness of his body.
When he finally turns, seeing you still standing there, eyes wide as you’ve just witnessed the entire ordeal, he panics. In an instant, he changes back to his regular form, approaching you hesitantly. He notices the fear in your eyes and the way you try to appear strong.
“[y/n]...” Ramattra starts, but the words after don’t follow. You have never seen that side of him, the raw fury that you could feel emanating from him… it terrifies you.
Excites you.
Ramattra catches the shift, it was subtle, but he caught it. Before he gets chance to speak on it, the vessel jerks again. The fight is still ongoing, and Ramattra has a war to win.
“Saferoom. Now.” Then, he walks away, back to the fight that he was sure to win.
Though, he was distracted. There was no way in hell that his nemesis form excited you. He sighs, so many conflicting thoughts and protocols filling his vision.
The saferoom is quiet, only the distant sound of gunfire can be heard alongside your breathing. A small bed is where you lay, waiting for it to be over.
It’s not long before the gunfire and explosions do eventually die down, the vessel humming back into its usual rhythm. A small knock sounds on the door, once, twice, a familiar voice follows.
You open the door, Ramattra stands there.
The blood still stains his hands, small chips in metal from gunfire are dotted around his body, but overall, he is unharmed.
“Now, tell me…” He hums, stepping into the room. The door slides shut with a hiss, the dim light illuminating the two of you. “What was going on in that pretty little head of yours earlier.”
He doesn’t give you chance to reply as he backs you against the far wall, one hand cupping your face. A false sense of security. A play on your mind.
“N-Nothing.” You stutter, though, your eyes betray you.
“You are a terrible liar.” He chuckles, moving his hands to remove you clothing like he has done many times before. Only this time, there was an underlying tension in his movements.
“I will give you one chance to back out, for once I initiate this change, it will be a while before I return.” He murmurs against your neck, his faceplate humming.
Your hands tangle in his cables, a clear sign to keep going, that you’re not leaving.
It was all the omnic needed.
The room glows purple for a moment before two large claws grip your thighs, pulling you up against the wall. His other hands hold onto your hips before trailing up your sides. He wastes no time in working you up, rutting against you, fingers tweaking at your chest.
He chuckles darkly, relishing in the way you come undone by even the simplest of actions, your whimpers reaching his receptors.
“So needy already.”
The telltale clang of his privacy plate hits the floor, cock already pressing against your entrance. You can feel the tips of his claws digging into your skin, not yet breaking, but close. He keeps your thighs open, not allowing you to close them no matter how much he teases you.
“Beg.” He commands, smaller hand moving to your jaw and forcing you to look at him. Oh, how pretty you look, cheeks flushed, eyes already glassy and silently begging for him.
“Please.” You start, moving your hands to grip his shoulders, needing to hold onto something, even if he did have you secured against the wall. “I need you…”
Ramattra stares, optics flitting between your eyes, searching for hesitancy.
Nothing. Just pure, desperate need.
With a growl, he’s pushing himself inside of you, inch by inch until he’s pressed against you. Heat pools in your stomach, the stretch burning but not unwelcome in the slightest. When he pulls back and slams back into you, you cry out, moaning loudly.
Your mewls and the sound of metal colliding with skin echo within the saferoom. He’s not gentle by any means, his larger form gripping you tightly, beads of blood appearing on your thighs from his claws.
But, the pain doesn’t register. The lust completely clouds your mind as Ramattra fucks you hard.
“Such a good little thing.” He growls, a low chuckle following. He can feel you clenching around him, how your walls flutter with every brutal thrust.
He pushes deep, his hips snug against yours. His receptors pick up on your heightened heart rate, the hitch in breathing behind the moans and whimpers you grace him with.
Though, he can feel his strength dwindling. Using the form takes more energy than he realises, especially in such a provocative way. So, he moves harder, faster.
Sweat glistens on your forehead as the omnic continues his brutal pace, fucking you through your orgasm that came quickly. Your body tenses, hands gripping his shoulders as you nearly scream, but the omnic doesn’t relent.
He won’t relent until he’s satisfied.
Your body goes lax in his grip, but the whimpers don’t stop. He keeps pushing his cock deep inside of you until finally, he stills. With a growl, his release fills you, synthetic cum coating your walls. The lights on his forehead flicker, once, twice, and then he’s back online.
He’s gentle after that, moving to put you down on the floor before he changes form and drops you on your ass. Ramattra is careful, watching as you wince from being in such a position. Then, the room glows purple once more, his form finally changing.
“Here, let me.” He’s kinder, softer. His hands inspect the wounds on your thighs, thumb tracing over the small punctures. “They will heal.”
He doesn’t miss the way your thighs close, trembling, his release seeping between them. With an exhale, he straightens, slipping his privacy plate back on.
“Come on, we need to clean you up.”
“You say that as if you didn’t just make the mess.” You smirk, but your words are cut short as he hoists you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly, and naked, back to his personal quarters.
“Careful, pet.” He squeezes you slightly, a silent warning. “Next time, I will not be as lenient.”
He holds out his hand towards you, palm up, inviting you.
"Will you... dance with me?" The sheepishness in his voice is almost startling. For an omnic of such build, a Ravager Unit that was made to kill...
"Dance?"
"That is what I asked, yes." His hand remains open.
"You want to dance?"
"Must you be so difficult?" Ramattra chuckles, not at all surprised at your questioning and your wide eyed stare. Without waiting for a response, he takes your wrist, pulling you against him.
"Now, be quiet." He hushes you, one hand resting on your lower back as his other takes your hand in his.
Ramattra moves slowly, your steps falling in time with his as the two of you silently dance in the living room of your shared apartment.
"What brought this on?"
"No reason."
"You're a bad liar."
The omnic huffs, chuckling before pressing his faceplate into the side of your neck. He won't admit it, he won't say why, but perhaps he just wants to be close to you.
I’m sure your quite with work and requests! But I thought of another one while reading your nsfw content…
Aftercare with ram and cass (separate) just full aftercare, praise , cuddles pillow talk (what you think suits them…) drabbles?
Thank you for your hard work! ✨🥰
-💜
All the fluffiness for this one ♥
RAMATTRA
His hands grab at your hips, pulling you up and over his body as he moves you into your favourite spot on the small bed. Your body aches, and rightfully so.
But, what you didn't expect was Ramattra moving to sit on top of you, trapping you underneath. You're about to question him when his hands press and kneed into your back.
A low and guttural moan escapes you, eyes almost rolling back from the massage the omnic proceeds to press into your back.
"Am I doing this right?" He sounds unsure and it's almost... cute.
"I don't care, don't stop..."
Ramattra chuckles, pressing his palms into your back, dragging them across yours sides and up to your shoulders, thumbs pressing deep into the aching muscles.
For an omnic built for war, an omnic who just fucked you to the point you almost passed out, he can be gentle when needed. A stark contrast to his model, but one that you wouldn't trade for anything.
CASSIDY
His hand threads through your hair as he pulls you against his body. Sweat slicked bodies are pressed together, the light low and music still softly plays from the speaker on the other side of the room.
"You doin' okay?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, fingers still idly playing with your hair.
When you hum in response, nuzzling up closer, he smiles.
"Good. You know I love you, right?"
A small airy giggle escapes you. "I know. I love you, too."
Cassidy reaches over you, pulling his cowl from the bedpost and draping it over your worn out body. It smells like him, tobacco and whiskey.
"Red looks good on you." He hums against your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.
"You talking about the handprints or-"
He chuckles, shoulders bouncing as he pulls you as close as possible. "Smartass."
