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You are more than welcome to spam like my shit. Deadass. I’m not one of those people that will get mad if you go down my entire blog and like everything in one sitting.

I won’t block you for spamming, as I know some people do that. If I wake up to 700 notifications, I wake up to 700 notifications.

My phone sits on silent all day every day, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Like things, reblog them, comment, do whatever. Thats what they’re there for.

The downcast gaze was the first indicator that something was wrong. Then, the turn of your phone, face down on the arm rest, was the other.

“What is troubling you?” He asks, head tilting to the side. There was genuine concern laced within his voice.

“It’s been a week.” You keep your gaze on the phone, hoping to hear it buzz just once.

“A week?” Ramattra kneels down in front of you. “What happened?”

“I stopped messaging first.”

The omnic takes your hands in his, hoping to comfort you.

“They’re all online. They’re all talking to one another. It’s like I don’t exist.”

Ramattra goes to speak, but the tears fall down your cheeks and stop his words from ever leaving. Instead, he leans up, arms wrapping around your body and holding you close.

“It is okay.” He murmurs against your ear, letting you sob against him. “I have you.”

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!! male reader !!

The omnic chuckles, optics dim as he watches you writhe on the bed, hands tied behind your back and on your knees. He's seated just ahead, ankle resting on his knee and remote in his hand.

"You look perfect on display for me. Such a pretty, little pet." Ramattra murmurs.

!! fem reader !!

The omnic chuckles, optics dim as he watches you writhe on the bed, hands tied behind your back and on your knees. He's seated just ahead, ankle resting on his knee and remote in his hand.

"You look perfect on display for me. Such a pretty, little pet." Ramattra murmurs.

His hands trail down your arms before he pulls them up above your head, gripping both of your wrists with one hand. You're pinned in place, completely at his mercy and he growls at the sight of you.

Flushed cheeks, heart thumping in your chest, and eyes full of need and want. You looked divine.

may i please request a ram x reader where the reader is tipsy and all over ram?

tysm!

Ramattra chuckles, his hand snaking around your waist as he escorts you back to your shared apartment. Your cheeks were flushed hot, a lightness in your demeanour.

"Careful. I do not want you falling." He states, pulling you closer.

"I've already fallen for you."

The omnic would roll his optics if he could, though, he won't deny the flutter he felt within his chassis. "You are a fool."

Ramattra opens the door and then kicks it shut the moment the two of you are inside. You slip out of his grasp, turning to face him and pushing him up against the wall.

"You are drunk." Ramattra huffs, placing his hands on your hips.

You smirk, leaning up and peppering his faceplate and jaw with kisses. "Yeah? Tell me something I don't know."

Ramattra sighs with disapproval, but the way your hands move down the tubing along his neck, tracing the dips and bracing of his chassis, has his circuits running warmer.

He shudders, optics flickering. A low growl rumbles in his vocaliser with every tantalising touch of your fingers and lips against his body.

"You are playing a dangerous game." He stutters, hands twitching against your hips, but he doesn't move to stop you.

"You're not telling me to stop."

"I am not going to." He murmurs, leaning down and pressing his faceplate against your neck. "I want to see how far you are going to go."

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You had been studying for your upcoming exam, the lates nights not lost on Niran as he watches you work tirelessly.

Tonight was no different. Papers were strewn over your desk, an assortment of notes and highlighters and sticky notes litter the surface and floor around you. In the background, a movie plays after the last one finished. One you weren't exactly paying attention to, though, your mind caught the moving images.

Horror movies were certainly not at the top of your favourite list, always on edge for a day or two after. But, you thought you were safe. You weren't watching it, it was just on. Background noise as you studied.

You awoke with a start, breathing shaky and sweat beading on your forehead. You don't remember falling asleep at the desk, but the pain was evident in your neck. Niran had placed a blanket over your shoulders at some point, knowing you didn't want to be disturbed.

Now, you were going to disturb him.

Silently, you pad to the bedroom, sliding under the covers and cuddling up next to him.

Niran stirs, turning over and pulling you a little closer. He presses his face against your neck, kissing the soft skin and mumbling something incoherent.

You didn't need to ask. He knew. Even subconsciously, he knew. You needed him, needed his comfort, his touch.

Everything seemed to just melt away, your mind easing, your shoulders relaxing.

Sleep comes easy tonight, despite the nightmare that rattled you.

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Aaaa so sorry, but I unfortunately don’t do character x character due to the entire shipping discourse.

What I may like someone may hate and I’m not up for dealing with hateful comments regarding ships.