How would yandere visual novels react towards a yor!reader
I see red, red, oh red
A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh
Executioner style, and there won't be no trial
Don't you know that you're better off dead
All I see is red, red, oh red.Now all I see is
Yandere visual novels x yor!reader ( TKATB, 14DWY, Binary star hero , The Freak circus )
Solivan Brugmansia ( The Kid At The Back )
Sol have already eyeing on you for a long time, ever since you transfer to the university. Honestly he finds you similar towards him, I mean both of you have fascination over sharp things–that's one checklist of you and him being the perfect couple ( common interests ✔️ ). You are so beautiful and also captivating as well as cute, they way you would shy away from people. Curse those girls who make fun of you, he would personally find a way to get them off your back.
You and hyugo seems to know each other, sol is confused until hyugo told him your true profession. Honestly that explains everything, your overwhelming strength and stealth as well as on how you able to spot him while he is spying. Sol realize you are not an easy target to get his way, due to how hyugo would speak of you highly not to mention warning him the consequences of falling for you–saying that he could not beat you even if he tried, you are on a different league.
Sol absolutely finds you adorable the way you would look away everytime when he flirts with you, as well as how your mood instantly shifts to seriousness, the way you move your body, the way you twirl your weapon before shoving it on your table... Honestly used that strength on him instead. You are so sweet and caring, being an assassin is no easy task not to mention being one of the best as well as starting at little due to desperate need of income to take care of your brother, it's so caring–he wonders what lengths you would for your future children and him.
He does not like your brother one bit, everytime when he visits your home-your brother would be there keeping a watchful eye on him. Everytime when he tries to show affection towards you, your brother would pop up and interrupt the moment–someone should really lock him up in a room. Regardless, he wouldn't kill your brother-you see how much you love him and care for him, so he doesn't want you to be upset.
Ren / [ REDACTED ] ( 14 Days With You )
You and him were neighbors, during his spare time and when he wants to gets away from his home–he would volunteer to babysit your little brother while you go to work. Honestly he couldn't care about your brother, his biggest concern is you–your little brother is just someone he has to tolerate so that he could get close to you. It must have been hard for you, unfortunately social workers got notice and both of you got separated.
Both of you would be such a power couple, after learning about your true profession– this fact would absolutely deepen his obsession over you and feed his delusion of you and him are meant to be together. He would adore your strength and capabilities as well as how you manage to regain your innocence but also with a hint of deviant, how could somebody be so cute and naive in social interaction be so normal with murdering people. I guess that's what makes him love you more.
You are polite, sweet, straightforward and kind person who was force into a life of murdering people as a job to gain a stable income. Ren honestly started to wonder how long you've been an assassin, no wonder you always come home late at night covered in blood while he was babysitting your brother. You would always try to pay him with money but he turn you down. honestly poor you–working yourself to the bone just to support your brother, he always thought of maybe killing your brother would solve everything but nope.
Ren is so happy that little shit I mean your brother is still alive and healthy, right now he is in college working to be a police officer, how cute. Since your brother would come to visit you during the weekends– which is usually the time when you and ren would hang out, ren is so happy to finally meet your brother... Again ┻━┻︵└(՞▽՞ └). You might have to keep an eye on them, because everytime when you are not watching them–your brother and him are always engage in a battle trying to kill each other.
Ray / Binary star ( Binary star hero )
You and ray grow up with each other, unlike him who was trained to be a hero by the facility both of you guys were kept– you were trained to be an agent, someone that was trained to be in the shadows and commit atrocities without anyone noticing it. Compared to ray, you were a little oblivious due to him wanting to protect your innocence or what remains of it. You and him were always to be together, he make sure of it-he truly does love you with all his heart seeing you as his purpose to live.
Not until you and him manage to sneak into a room where all the files of citizens are being kept, you and him manage to find yours– and learn you have a brother. You have a family outside of the walls of the facility and you learn what orphanage he was kept in, you finally have a purpose–you want to find your brother and when ray got wind of this by reading your mind, he grow mad and demanding you to not leave him unfortunately you didn't listen. You were experimented with the same chemicals that was given towards ray that gave his supernatural strength and with your training successfully escape from the facility.
Ray honestly hated you for leaving him. How dare you after everything he did for you, you left him for someone you didn't know– please come back, he needs you. After years of not seeing you his mental health crumbled. Maybe he wishes for you to killed him during that day you escaped so he doesn't have to experience a life without you. And when he finally discovered your location working in a cafe, he will make sure you will remember him.
Ray despise and hated your little brother, seeing him as the reason why he suffered all those years without you. Your brother stole you away from him, the reason why you left and abandoned him. Honestly he doesn't mind killing him then maybe your eyes would finally meet him again, he understands the only person that can killed him is you–hes already tired of being a symbol, if he's dying– he's dying by your hands and not some random villain or alien.
Pierrot ( The Freak Circus )
You think it was a nice surprise towards your younger brother to bring him to watch the circus that recently came to town, the nice clown name pierrot gave it to you–as a form of gratitude for saving him from those people who were harassing him while he was just innocently giving away flyers so people could watch the performance, Honestly you are truly grateful for pierrot giving you the tickets for entry because you and him have never once saw a real life circus performance before, you thought its gonna be a fun day for you and him until it's not.
Your brother want to go to the bathroom before the show start and so you waited and waited, 30 minutes hes been gone you are now getting hysterical panicking why hasn't he comeback. You a stranger to help you go to the male bathroom to look for him and when the stranger came back saying that your little brother is nowhere to be seen. You grow to be more hysterical, panic started to overwhelmed your system–you jump to the highest point of the tower looking around hoping to see him, he is not anywhere–he is missing.
You keep asking to help people find your little brother but they just ignored you, you even went to the ticket master to ask him for help and he did but only did the bare minimum as if it's expected for him to go missing–you even try to ask for help from pierrot and he agreed but he said the chances of finding your brother is slim. This leads to suspicion of this place to be a place of human trafficked, you sneak and stayed until the circus is over and everyone is leaving.
When it's night–you investigate the situation. You tried to threaten one of the staff but they are unresponsive, you realize that these human traffickers are not human even pierrot. When pierrot and the others are having a discussion, your brother is in one of the cages as well as being under the jester spell–everything turn black and he falls unconscious and when wakes up, he and the others are being hang upside down by... You, demanding to tell where's your little brother is–oh he fell much deeper now.
“bro's the type to...” ft. fluff and yandere visual novels
bro's the type to switch shoes with you every time you get tired from wearing them. you're sore from walking all day with heels? well, not anymore! he decides that he wears your heels and in turn, you wear his shoes. not even a sight of toxic masculinity in this man because he rocks whatever heels you're wearing for the day. be it kitten heels or red bottoms. he parades the fact that he can and will wear them without feeling any fragile masculinity and be a loving partner to you at the same time. two birds in one stone. in fact, if you want to, he can even carry you home while wearing it.
- Criminally Yours Nikolaos, Your Boyfriend Peter
bro's the type to give you the better portion of everything while he's barely having anything. comfier pillows? warmer blankets? bigger space of the bed? larger portion of food? yeah, he's giving it to you all. nevermind that you're hogging all the pillows in your sleep as long as he sees you safe and sound while he stays up late, his eyebags darker than night and his fingers softly brushing over your strands of hair. for him, he's content if you're happy and safe.
- Binary Star Hero Ray
bro's the type to gift you with trinkets and accessories. hairties, clips, pins, jewelries, bracelets. just don't be confused if they go missing later, yeah? he pretends he has nothing to do with your missing belongings and you can't blame him because he just want to keep something that reminds him of you. The hairtie you use whenever it gets hot? Yeah, he's suddenly using it. He's exhilarated because, god, he's touching something that you've also touched.
- The Kid At The Back Solivan 'Sol' Brugmansia
bro's the type to let you win in any games you like and pretend he didn't orchestrated you to win. he'd do anything just to see you smiling, gushing over how you defeated him on a 1v1 in a game you were yapping about lately as if he didn't let go of his controls for a second so you can take advantage and overpower him. he'd act like he's a challenge to defeat in the beginning but he would easily fold once you flash him a grin, telling him how you're going to beat his ass and have the loser do whatever the winner wants. After all, having you is already a win.
- 14 Days With You Ren
bro's the type to blow you a kiss in public because he can't be seen talking in public and the circus prohibits him from doing so. not to mention, ticket taker already warned him of it. so what's the best way of expressing his love and adoration for you whenever he can't tell it to you directly? through gestures! whenever you leave for work or the café has too many customers and you can't talk to him, he could just blow you a kiss through the glass windows of the café. although he couldn't calm down the fast beating of his heart whenever you return the affectionate gesture. the same gesture had him daydreaming and imagining what will happen later once you finally get off from work and him from working in the circus.
Drained. If he were asked how he felt years ago, that would be his answer. It was draining to keep up appearances for the sake of being the shining bright hero. He felt tired and drained. At one point, he was having a dilemma with who he was. The dread of being in a constant battle against himself was slowly eating him.
A star should shine, they say. But he felt like he was drowning. Amidst the popularity and persona he's portraying, something 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 was stirring within him. It's not like the public knows what his power is. Who knows what would happen if it ever got leaked? Would they still stare at him in awe? Or are they going to all turn away and look for another star?
Those were his thoughts years ago when he slowly accepted his fate as a hero. But who could've thought? Not him. He thought he would always be that "hero" then. A shining star in the sky, being stared upon by millions of people and being idolized like he's a god. Shining but alone.
Then you came along. No, you were just passing by. Wrong term again. You were robbing a house years ago. He just happened to be there. He was confused. Seeing a thief playing with the housecat they're supposed to be stealing from was never a sight he expected.
And shit.
How dare his lips crack a smile. How dare his body stay frozen and only watch you from afar.
Yes, he won't lie.
What he did after that is...stalkerish. Tracking you down, trying to find an opportunity to get closer to you. He could easily do that as a hero. Finding you and using his fame to track you is easier but no, that would be too intimidating for you.
A lot of things have happened since then. Fighting aliens was never what he expected to be doing in the future but here he is. And then there's another one, a big change he welcomed wholly, you.
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He took off his cape, then glanced at your figure on the bed. You probably fell asleep for a few hours now. He can't blame you, he was gone for a while. He had rescued some people from another alien attack, coming home at midnight just now.
"...Star?"
He calls out just to confirm. When he didn't hear any shift or answer, he walked into the bathroom. After a long day, a warm shower might do him good. Especially after fighting aliens for who knows how long since they attacked suddenly.
He turns on the shower. The fog blurs the mirror cover as the warm water cascades down his body. It felt...nice. He's not that physically hurt much, but a nice long shower is his go-to after hero work.
His mind rewinds to that encounter just a few weeks ago. He was testing you and for a moment, he had thought he failed you. If it wasn't for your explanation, he would've...well, made shining the brightest a reality. For you to look for Ray instead of his persona, you know what words to say.
His mind was cut off when he heard a creak. He looks slightly over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he catches your familiar figure in the doorway.
"Star, I'll finish soon."
He spoke softly, seeing you peeking inside. His eyes met yours and..there was a long moment of staring before you spoke. You just woke up, and your voice is a bit groggy still as you speak.
"Take your time."
You coughed, clearing your throat more clearly before asking.
"Did you just come home?'
He tilts his head back, thinking for a moment before answering. He's not sure whether to face you or if you can see all of him through the shower mirror.
"Yes, a few minutes ago. Sorry, it took longer than expected."
He replied, running a hand over his damp hair. He turns off the shower and you perk up.
"You're leaving?"
He stops in his tracks with your question.
"The shower? Yes."
He answered.
"You usually take long ones."
"Yes, but you're awake."
"You didn't wake me though."
"..."
He turns slightly, glancing at your foggy figure through the shower mirror.
"What do you suggest, star?"
He heard you hum and you stepped closer to the shower mirror door.
"You should take your usual showers. I think I could use one too."
He tilts his head to the left, a small smirk forming his lips but before he could say something suggestive, you spoke again.
"No innuendos."
𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨.
He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle before responding.
"Okay, no innuendos for today. Come on then."
He slides the door open and meets you face to face. He leans back against the cold tile.
"Don't tell me you're going in with your clothes on."
"I'm working on it. Patience, hero."
He chuckles as you roll your eyes while he watches you discard your clothes aside. He never thought he would feel so...domestic one day. Once again, you're making him feel things he thought he would never feel.
"I'll hop in now."
You spoke and he nodded. He held a hand to help you in, making sure you wouldn't slip as you stepped inside.
"Comfortable?"
"Hm."
You hum, sliding the door closed. He met your gaze and saw how it dropped to his body.
"...Eyes up here. No innuendos, you say."
He commented and you hit his arm. He laughed a bit while you found an excuse.
"It's an involuntary thing!"
"Right. You checked out people involuntarily, star?"
"I mean..."
He raised a brow when you pursed your lips as if thinking about it. Then you grin and look up at him.
"Only if it's you."
You spoke so teasingly. He took a discreetly deep breath when you smiled so flirtatiously afterward.
"You like playing dangerous games, star."
"Hey, I said no innuendos."
You spoke and he shook his head, turning on the shower again. He sighs as the water flows down his body, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to glance at you.
The cap of the shampoo bottle clicks as you open it up. He watches as you squeeze some amount on your palm then looks up at him.
"Come on, duck down a bit."
He smiles in amusement but follows anyway. He turns the shower off again.
"Wait here."
He opens the sliding door and looks beneath the sink where he keeps a shower chair. He steps out for a moment, turning his back to you while he retrieves it.
"𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚."
He heard your thoughts and he already knew where you were looking. Somehow, your thoughts get louder when you're thinking of risqué things. It amuses him.
"No innuendos, y/n."
He spoke while he was getting the shower chair, using your own words again. He heard you gasp for a moment.
"Don't read my mind."
"I was not, you're thinking too loud, star."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Sure it doesn't."
He walks back and places the shower chair down before closing the door.
"Do you still have the shampoo on your palm?"
"Hm."
You hummed and gestured for him to sit down quickly. He follows anyway by sitting down and tilting his head back. He sighs as you massage his hair.
"...Did you insist on joining me just to do this?"
"What? No."
He chuckles.
"You're a very good liar."
You rolled your eyes and continued lathering his hair with shampoo.
"Your hairstyle is very different when you're in your hero outfit."
He sighs.
"Yeah, my makeup artist does that."
"You have makeup artists? Plural?"
He chuckles. His eyes are closed as he answers.
"I do. Appearance and all that."
"Hm. I do like your hair better when it's down though.."
𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙮
He opens his eyes.
"Star."
"Hm?"
He pauses for a moment. His lips parted as he thought of how to say it.
"Remember when we met..not exactly the first time but.. when I asked you about your opinion of Binary Star Hero? Back when you didn't know yet it was..me too."
He watches you blink. Your hands slow down in massaging his hair as you think about it.
"Yeah, I do remember."
"You don't like his eyes and smile."
"I don't."
You confirmed.
"Why is that again?"
You pursed your lips as you thought about your answer before trying to remember how you said it again. Your hands gently run through his shampooed hair.
"Like there was something strange or unsettling with his bright smile and red eyes..?"
He hums, nodding.
"Something like that."
He thinks for a moment before continuing.
"It's like you saw right through me, even on the television screen."
He watches as you chuckle and shake your head.
"I mean, I think I wasn't the only human thinking about it, you know?"
"Maybe."
He reaches for your hand, putting it against his cheek while looking up at you.
"How about mine?"
"Yours?"
"Yeah, mine's. You said you like my hair better when it's down. How about my eyes or my smile?"
He caught sight of how your lips quirked up.
"I like it better too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, your sleepy eyes."
"Sleepy eyes?"
He watches you chuckle as you continue.
"You always have these tired eyes and a smirk. Oh, and the moles too.”
“The moles?”
“Yeah, those moles. It fits you naturally.”
You spoke, remembering when he first stepped into that cafe.
"You were cold by the way, at first."
He chuckles.
"Ah, that."
"Yeah, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."
"Don't you like cold guys?"
"What? No."
"You found me good-looking though."
"I---Did you read my mind that time?"
You confronted and he hums, closing his eyes.
"Wash my hair, please. I'm going to turn blind and you won't see my tired eyes again."
He evades the question although you already knew the answer. You sighed and turned the small shower head on to use. The water felt nice as it rinsed the shampoo out of his hair.
Warm.
Comfortable.
Contentment.
He opens his eyes again once you turn it off. He sat up straight.
"Your turn."
"My turn?"
"Yes, star. Your turn.”
He replied as he reached for the shampoo bottle again. He watches you sit down on the shower chair now.
"The chair is comfortable."
"I got it as a gift."
"A gift?"
You ask and he nods, washing your hair gently before lathering it with shampoo.
"I think it was a fan gift or something."
"A fan gave you...this?"
"...You'll be surprised by what kind of gifts they sent me."
"I don't know if I should be creeped out."
He stifled a chuckle.
"Fans are...fans."
You nod. He watches your eyes close as he gently washes your hair. His fingers prevent the water from pouring down your face. His eyes take note of each of your features, etching them into his mind.
"Done."
He spoke, turning the water off and helping you up. He smiles at you after putting away the shower chair.
"Come here. Soap next."
He watches as you raise an eyebrow.
"No innuendos?"
"You should be the one asking yourself that."
He replied as you pursed your lips slightly.
"Your hands tend to wander, star."
He continued, seeing the slight flush of your face.
"That makes me sound like a pervert."
"Are you not?"
"I am not!"
He laughs. His shoulders shake as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fine, soap up my back then?"
"Your back?"
"Yeah, no wandering."
You grinned and he shook his head, pointing a finger at you.
"Bad star."
"I wasn't even saying anything."
"I could hear the gears turning in your head."
"I won't wander!"
You promised and he cocks an eyebrow.
"Promise?"
"...promise."
He bites his lip to stop laughing at the hesitation in your voice.
"Here."
He gave the soap to you, entrusting it to your hands before turning around. He could hear how giddy you were deep inside your mind as you soap up his back. Your hands lingered on his shoulder and traced the lines on his back down his waist then up again. At least, you haven't wandered yet.
"...Can I soap up the front too?"
He turns to you with an amused smile.
"Since you didn't wander off, I could trust you just a little bit."
He watches you smile up to him with sparkles in your eyes. He shakes his head and reaches for your hand, placing it against his chest.
"Careful, okay?"
"I won't stray from the top. I promise."
"Good star."
He lets go of your hand and lets you begin. Watching you soap his chest and then up his shoulder, he sighs. He pushes stray hair behind your ear.
"You're soaping my chest too much."
He pointed out, which you just shrugged at before lowering your hands to his abdomen. He could practically hear your thoughts again. Your 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 thoughts.
He clears his throat.
"Remember your promise?"
"Hm? Oh, I do."
You replied, glancing up at him as if innocent from what you were thinking just now.
"...I think I'm full of soap now."
"You are?"
He covers a laugh, gently stealing the soap away from your hand while you sulk a bit.
"Yes, you’ve done enough.”
“I’m not soap up yet.”
Your response made him quirk an eyebrow, a bit caught off guard. He saw the satisfaction in your eyes while watching the slight tint of red on his cheeks.
“Is that an invitation?”
He questioned to which you responded with an innocent smile once again.
“I was just saying. Why? Are you offering?”
𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.
You give him a smirk and he turns the shower on. The sudden spray of warm water surprises you as it hits your direction.
“Wha—Hey!”
You protested. He laughs before turning it off.
“There, I can soap you up now.”
“A little warning is much appreciated.”
“Well, your thoughts need some cleansing.”
“Don’t intrude my thoughts now!”
He laughs, guiding you softly to turn around. His hands massage your shoulder, attempting to calm you down and apologize.
“Okay, okay, that was my bad.”
He spoke with a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss between the juncture of your shoulder and neck.
“You’re a bad hero.”
You commented and he laughed more against your now wet skin from the shower. He placed one final kiss against the same spot before spreading the soap on his hands. He gently lathers up from your shoulder.
“Feels good?”
“Hm. I’m still deciding.”
He shakes his head in mirth at your hard-to-get attitude but continues to massage your muscles while lathering your back with soap.
“You feel tense here.”
“Where?”
“Here.”
He pressed further just below your lower back. He smirks up as he hears a satisfied moan leave your lips.
“So?
“Y...Yeah, that felt good.”
He hums in satisfaction, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.
“We should get you a better bed. That might help these muscles.”
“We don’t need to. I’m just getting older.”
“You speak like you’re sixty.”
You roll your eyes. He felt you leaning back against his chest. He catches your eyes when you tilt your head up slightly to look at him.
“You don’t get back aches?”
“Normally? No. Only if I hit the wall hard during a fight.”
“A wall? Are you sure your spine is still in proper shape?”
“I am. I go to check-ups for a reason.”
You hum. He watches as you close your eyes as if savoring the peacefulness surrounding the both of you in the shower. The only sound is their breathing and the water droplets from the faucet.
His thumbs put firm pressure on the spots on either side of your lower back again. He savors your soft moan as he gently massages the area in circles, relieving the tension stored in it.
“..Ray?”
“Hm?”
There was silence for a moment although he already knew what you were trying to say. He can read how your mind goes that way and he had to stifle a chuckle until you finally voice it out.
“You’re poking me.”
“Your mind described it as throbbing.”
“Ray!”
“You were making sweet sounds.”
He replied and pulled away. He leans back against the cold tiled walls and crosses his arms. He watches as you turn around to glance at him. Such a curious cat to even take a peek down his body. Shameless.
He chuckles and turns on the shower, spraying the both of you underneath.
“Come, let’s wash up before you break your promise.”
The shower routine felt more domestic than he expected. Although there were some teasing moments and how he tried ignoring your thoughts, he managed to finish up. He dries his hair with a towel while you're dressing yourself into your usual pajamas. He's on his sweaters now as well.
"It's so early.."
He heard your comment. He glances at the clock. It is early, only two hours past midnight.
"Sleepy again?"
He asks and you shake your head.
"I can't sleep now."
He hums. That's what you always say when asking to cuddle with him.
"Ray, cuddle with me."
𝙃𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩.
He glances at your figure on the bed through the mirror. He's getting used to this more and more, and looking forward to you asking him like this every night.
"Move a bit to the side."
He walks closer and settles down beside you on the bed. His arm propped up while resting his cheek on his hand.
"Alright, scoot closer."
And you did. He sighs and cups your cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.
"Are you gonna kiss me goodnight?"
You asked.
𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.
He chuckles, his cheeks tinting a bit. You could be bold in one minute.
"You want me to?"
"I think it would make me sleep easier."
"You always say that."
"And I always fall asleep after."
He can't say anything against that. You do fall asleep quickly afterward. His kiss somehow feels like a magic kiss at this point.
"Ray?"
He shifted, leaning closer. His thumb is still caressing your cheek before his hand slides down your chin. He tilts your head slightly.
"Goodnight kiss it is then."
He replied and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then down to your nose, and finally, captured your lips with his. You welcomed him, even pulling him close. His lips move sweetly and gently against yours, deepening the kiss.
It felt...nice being accepted like this. Just a few years ago, he let you get away with robbing the house of a legislator. Now, he's letting you steal his heart away.
Pairing: Ray x F! Reader
Tags: One Shot, Car Sex, Oral (Giving/Receiving), Overstimulation, Breeding Kink (Mentioned), Hair Pulling, Marking / Hickeys / Biting
Wc: 4k5
𝐁𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Oh, to be Ray’s passenger princess.
Ray: "You can't sit here."
"You don't love me anymore?"
Ray: sighs heavily "This is my lap, and I need to drive."
"So you don't love me anymore 🥺"
It is funny because this is actually an idea I had for another character from a different fandom, but it works perfectly well with our Ray as well.
I am unsure if he drives, or at least if he drives that often, because I assume that with the aspect of his job, which is being a hero, having a car can sometimes be quite inconvenient.
Imagine this poor man parks for five minutes because he just wants a coffee for once in his miserable little sleep deprived life and suddenly:
“BINARY STAR, THE CITY NEEDS YOU!”
And now he has to abandon his coffee dreams, fly across the city, punch some horrifying interdimensional creature into another zip code, save civilians, answer 37 reporters asking him how he “feels” and when he finally returns to his car two hours later...
He finds a ticket right on his windshield.
DAMN IT!
Okay, at least they didn't tow his car, so it is not the worst. Because I genuinely think that would have been his villain origin story.
But yeah, I personally see Ray as someone who would rather walk everywhere than own a car. Public transportation is even worse because having that many people around him at once is basically psychic warfare.
Imagine trying to sit peacefully on a crowded train while hearing:
“Did I leave the stove on?”
“I should text my ex.”
“Why is that guy eating tuna at 8 AM?”
“Oh my God! I think I’m lactose intolerant!”
“Would anyone notice if I barked right now?”
“I need to pee so bad.”
Ray is sitting there trying not to launch himself directly through the train window.
Everybody's thoughts, it is so loud and obnoxious that he feels like he could kill himself right then and there 😭✋🏻
Anyway, I imagine that if he dated you, he would probably end up getting a car specifically because you seem like the type who enjoys late night drives together. Especially if you are the kind of person who randomly decides at 1:47 AM that you absolutely need mozzarella sticks or you will perish instantly.
And surprisingly, he actually grows to enjoy it.
Because before you, his nights were miserable.
Due to the fact that he cannot sleep much and barely gets any rest, he is used to staying up all night just to watch the city, gazing into the distance, burning holes in his lungs from the sheer amount of cigarettes he smokes at night.
To him, nighttime is boring, lonely and cold.
There is nothing interesting about the city night, at least to him, and he always finds that the night is longer than the day. He wonders how some people can enjoy this late night thing when all he can hear in the empty, quiet night is his own consuming thoughts crawling all over his head.
But ever since he has been with you, that has changed quite a bit. He finds the night is somewhat more... bearable.
Because now the silence is constantly interrupted by your nonsense.
Maybe it is because it is no longer just an empty, quiet night. He can always hear your little giggles by his side, or the rambles you have about your work, the coworker you don't like, the dogs or cats you saw on the street today, what kind of food you had for lunch, or how annoying your boss is.
And even when you are just silently sitting by his side, he can still hear your thoughts loud and clear, running like this:
"Is that a star or a plane? Wait no, maybe my eyesight is just deteriorating. Do I need glasses? Oh my God, am I getting old?!"
"Ugh, I still have work tomorrow despite it being my day off. Should I make something for Ray? He likes to cuddle and sleep in on the weekend though. Better not wake him up with whatever catastrophe I might cause in the kitchen. Ughhhhhhh I don't want to go to work. Please, Monday, come slowly so I can spend more time with my baby!!!"
"Why is he so quiet tonight? Nah, Ray has always been quiet, but he is oddly quieter tonight, right? Can he read my mind now? I told him not to unless I say it is okay, so maybe no? Did he enjoy the last meal I made for him? He is always nice and praises me, but I feel like I trouble him a lot sometimes."
"What do I have to do on Monday? Right, the meeting for the new project, submit the report to Ashley, oh, and that plan I have with Jim in the afternoon…”
"Who is Jim?" he would ask instinctively, then immediately regret it, perhaps placing his hand over his lips slightly.
And you would just laugh at him and lean closer, teasing him silly.
"I knew you were listening, Ray."
And that earns his face becoming redder than any crimson shade you have ever seen before.
Oh, he is not the only one who knows how to tease around here.
You mentioned you like stargazing, but it is difficult to do that in a city this crowded, so he would take some days off to bring you somewhere with a bunch of stars to gaze at. A small camping place, perhaps?
Could he just fly you there in ten minutes? Yes.
But apparently “the journey is part of the experience” according to you.
Though it would be faster if he just flew you there, you said you enjoy the process of the trip, claiming it is more interesting, thrilling, and adventurous. And he would go along with whatever idea you have in your head, Star.
So now he is driving six hours into the middle of nowhere because you saw one cute TikTok couple camping video and decided this was your personality now.
But I would say in case Ray didn't own a car, you would be the one with the car, though he would always be the one to drive it. He would drive you to work, and then you both would head off to your respective jobs. In the evening, he would come pick you up and drive you home with him.
Anything else? Oh, right!
Passenger princess. Oh, little Star. I would say that none of y'all behaves well, so having you as his passenger princess is quite a challenge.
He has lost count of how many times you give him those puppy like eyes whenever he drives. When he asks what is wrong, because you don't like him reading your mind out of nowhere, you shamelessly say.
"Oh, you just look too handsome driving, RayRay.”
And he almost hits the brakes. He is still not used to taking compliments from you, Star. Be easy on him, he doesn't want to have a heart attack while trying to drive you home safely. Do you know how much your words affect him?
Anyway, that is just the surface of all your teasing, only the beginning of your nonsense.
Because he knows and you know, that sometimes he cannot control what he is doing and might unintentionally peek into your mind a bit.
At first it is very harmless.
“He looks pretty tonight.”
You would still look at him from the side of your seat, but rather than just thinking he is handsome, you would be bolder, as if you want to test his patience more each day. He really needs to discipline you a bit, doesn't he?
“I wonder what would happen if I grabbed his thigh right now...”
And when he hears all types of inappropriate thoughts you have about him, about what you could do with him in this car, you can see how his hands tighten around the wheel. He shifts his body a bit and might clear his throat before muttering one or two warnings about your naughty thoughts, about you needing to “behave.”
Well, whether you behave or not depends entirely on whether you like him to pull over at some random, secluded place and absolutely fuck your brains out in the backseat.
Though I would say Ray actually has insane self control, as he is still patient enough to wait until you two arrive home.
But do you really, really want to go home?
Do you want Ray to give in?
Do you want him to completely wreck you right here in the car?
It is actually quite simple, quite easy. So follow the instructions closely!
First, slide out of your seat and go down on him while he is actively driving. He is always flustered when you do that, breathlessly claiming it is dangerous while he is behind the wheel but secretly he loves, LOVES it.
Why do you think this man decided to tint every single window of your car to a pitch black? It is for privacy purposes, obviously? 😈
Though if you swirl your tongue, lick him, and suck on his thick shaft hard enough, his knee might twitch and he might hit the brakes so suddenly that you almost choke on his length. There might be a little desperate coughing there because Ray can get very cocky, dominant, and possessive when he is horny. All that pent up frustration and all the times he has to hold himself back around you, why do you always find a way to test his waters?
Lowkey, I feel like he doesn't like you going down on him that much, mostly because his primal instinct prefers to pleasure you, and he prefers that you both melt into the process together rather than it being one sided. Though I would say if you love his dick that much, he would grow used to the indulgence and let you do whatever you want with your lips. He is your big, hard lollipop now.
Imagine a day you come home from a horrible, exhausting day at work. He has already cooked your favorite dishes, even prepared a steaming bath and laid out your favorite snacks, and all you do is order him to drop his pants so you can sink your mouth onto him for some stress relief. Now, that is unusual of you but he doesn't really have any complaints about being used.
He would only refuse when he is genuinely not in the mood or really tired. Because tbh you might have deeply corrupted him in some way. Now he craves seeing the helpless devotion on your face when you wrap your pretty, soft lips tightly around his cock. It turns him on even more when you have lipstick on and it smudges in messy strokes over his hot skin, or seeing the glistening slickness of his precum at the corner of your lip, and how heavy tears slowly form at the corners of your eyes when you are stretching your throat to take him so well.
He is also a massive fan of that deep, wet gagging sound you occasionally make because every time you go down on him, all he can hear running through your mind is just how big he is, how thick he is, how you like the heavy veins pulsing on his shaft, or how you love to swirl your tongue to kiss his leaking tip. You are so utterly shameless when it comes to praising him and he knows you do all that on purpose. Such a tease you are.
But despite that massive size, he rarely does anything genuinely rough to you. He would fist his fingers into your hair, but more to pull your head back to see your face clearer. It is such a beautiful, ruined sight to him, after all.
He would not ruthlessly thrust his hips, though, afraid his density might hurt you. And you prefer it that way when he lets you take complete control, knowing exactly how well he can fucking take you and split you wide open if he wants, but his nature turns you on and makes you want to reward his patience even more.
Oh, and one more thing:
It is actually really hard to make him cum with your mouth alone because he is ridiculously big, and your jaw gets hurt, tired and achy after a short while. Ray always notices that muscle tension and gently stops you.
But if you have the blowjob skills of a fucking porn star, then you do you 😈
Suck him dry!!!
And what a beautiful tease you are. Every time you manage to break his control and make him cum, you kiss him immediately, capturing his mouth as if your lips cannot be left empty for even a second.
Ray knows you do that on purpose because every time you kiss him, he can taste his own thick cream on you, the heavy scent mixing intoxicatingly with your own sweet taste. And that turns him on even more because, wow, HIS taste on YOU.
Cough it is because of his breeding kink cough
So best believe that after going down on him, you two always end up in an endless, desperate make out session. At least, it won't end until you notice how wet you have become just from the friction of his tongue and his hungry kisses alone. Nasty!
Anyway, back to the car thing.
He never lets you go down on him for too long because, well, Ray is impatiently patient. Can you guess it?
Like, yeah, he likes you sucking him as if he is a delicious meal, but his body also starves to do the exact same thing for you.
But the driver's seat doesn't exactly provide that level of comfort, so you know what? He likes it when you ride his face. Yeah, adjust the seat to lean back a bit, with you hovering completely open above him.
That is such a perfectly beautiful, lewd sight for him to view from below. He can feel his own cock pulsing and throbbing hard against his zipper, matching the rhythmic throb of your slick, swollen folds right above his mouth. He hasn't even touched you yet, and somehow you are always this soaking wet for him. It strokes his ego just as much as when you worship his cock. He wants to worship you too.
But there is this one issue, if you ever consider it to be one. When Ray goes down on you, he never comes back up.
Haha, I'm kidding! kind of
Of course he would come back up, but not until he is satisfied enough with teasing you, eating you out until you hit multiple, back-to-back orgasms and squirt all over his face. He absolutely loves when your hot juices run down his chin while he tries to slurp up every single drop.
Tbh, watching him eat you out so deviously, you understand why Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins ✋🏻😭
Calm down, sir!
You become so hyper-sensitive you can barely feel anything, but at the same time, you feel every single ridge of his tongue all at once. By that time, even a single soft, warm breath from his lips against your clit could make you cum right away.
You know why Ray keeps his hair long? For his hero image?
WRONG!
It is for you to fucking grab onto when he enjoys his time burying his face deep between your thighs, duh?! So you better tug on that. Hell, you can even aggressively pull his hair, and the pain just makes his tongue become more eager, licking harder on you. Yeah, yeah, be a bit rough with him. He loves it!!!
He likes it when you ride his face better than anything because he knows how much you love it when his nose bumps against your tender, throbbing clit. And he takes full advantage of that positioning, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, keeping you locked firmly in place as he eats you out so fucking hungrily.
He is kissing you down there like he is making out with you, tender and soft at first. His tongue laps slowly over your slit, caresses your swollen folds gently and circles your clit because he knows you are sensitive and moving too fast might hurt you. He takes his sweet time to wet your folds until they are completely covered in his thick saliva before moving to the next part, dipping his tongue out and sliding it between your already soft, weeping folds. He finds his way to your entrance.
Like his dick, his tongue is also ridiculously long and slightly pointy, which never fails to amaze you how well he knows exactly how to use it.
You leak and drip cream all over his tongue when he kisses and sucks on you so softly. It gets a bit sloppy and a bit dirty but Ray likes it that way. He loves making a complete mess out of you and drawing out all the lewd, sweet, melodic moans from your throat. Keep encouraging him like that. He is so fucking stiff just imagining how good you must feel from his tongue dancing inside you.
Sometimes you wonder: is it your juices or is it his drool coating the corner of his lips?
You think you are so clever with all your teasing, don't you?
Then prepare, because he always pays you back with interest at times like this. He constantly and relentlessly overstimulates you. Every single time you are nearly about to cum and break, he stops or moves his tongue elsewhere.
You needily beg him like a fucking pathetic slut, but he won't give in just yet. Because he doesn't only want you to cum. He wants you to see stars, Star. So hold that in, because he won't stop until you are squirting all over the place, dirtying this fucking damn car and painting the interior with your fluids, making you feel entirely embarrassed to go to the car wash the next day.
Only then does he finally stop, hovering just out of reach, forcing you to endure the agonizing space between your bodies.
Do you want him? Yeah?
Or do you want his cock? Both?
He obviously knows that, but he wants to hear it pierce through the quiet of the car.
You have to learn how to plead properly if you want him to give you what you are begging for.
"Tell me what you want, Star."
But Ray is a big softie underneath it all, so if you beg him enough, grinding your dripping heat against his stiff cock now leaking with precum, coating his thick shaft in your slick juices, he begins to crack. You kiss him desperately while doing it, making those sweet, soft moans, calling his name between your panting breaths and finally asking for what you want in the naughtiest way you can think of.
He would immediately give in to you. Fuck, you really want to ruin him, don't you?
He would squeeze your butt slightly, his long fingers digging deep into the meat of your thighs before giving you some sharp, stinging slaps, watching with darkened eyes how your skin jiggles and tenses under his touch. He finally gives you what you want because, just like you, Ray cannot wait any longer to sink his cock deep into your warm walls. He craves that tight, suffocating sensation when you clench around him, sucking his length in so greedily he feels like you could snap him right in half.
You both hiss when just the thick, blunt tip comes in, breathing heavily as he slowly, frictionally forces his way inside you, until about half of his massive length is nudging right into your soaked, trembling hole.
He gently kisses your temper, his breath hitching as he asks if you are okay. He is always like that, he would not move an inch further if he knew you were genuinely uncomfortable. He gives you time to adjust as he distracts you from the overwhelming sensation, helping you relax and become less tense by playing with your boobs. Squeezing them and fondling your soft skin between the rough, burning palms of his hands.
"Look at you, stretching so beautifully for me," he murmurs against your neck, his voice vibrate slightly. "Just breathe, Star."
Ray has large hands, so every time he holds you, you can always feel the burning heat in every trace he leaves on your skin, even if it is just a lazy graze against your ribs. He twists your nipples softly, kissing and licking them, teasing you with his tongue a bit until they are completely hardened, swollen and coated in his saliva until he is finally satisfied enough.
Leaving wet kisses along your collarbone is also his favorite activity.
It is funny because you were the one who started it. You leave not only deep scratch marks on his back but also purple hickeys everywhere around his neck area and his collarbone, as if you are obsessed with marking him as yours. And it rubbed off on him quite a bit when he started to mirror your actions.
His skin is pale so it is easy for you to mark him, after all.
But Ray, oh, he is not just kissing you, he is sucking and nibbling, and if he finds it is not enough, he bites you. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a bruising mark that will remind you of him for days.
By the time he is done marking you, you have already adjusted to his size, comfortable and relaxed enough for him to continue. And he sinks deeply and completely into you, burying his shaft to the absolute hilt, whispering needy comments about how deep he is inside you, pressing on your belly so softly that it makes you gasp and almost yell at him.
He laughs, a low, wicked sound against your lips, and immediately kisses you to shut you up while slowly thrusting his hips, feeling you warmly wrapped tightly around his cock. Every corner of his body is heated up. And the way your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, burying your face at his side, breathing and moaning directly against his ear…
You can nibble his earlobe or dip your tongue into his ear. It makes him shiver and would likely make him cum a bit too fast. You can feel him throbbing and twitching inside you every time you kiss his ear, every time you whisper how good it feels and how well he fucks you. He loses it completely and quickens his pace until he can barely hear your mind, but only the loud, wet, rhythmic slapping sound of skin against skin and both of your frantic panting and moaning.
He was never really that vocal during sex before. He was never really that interested in it until he met you, as if you can dig out all the hidden, feral parts in him, parts that even he didn't know existed, and ravish him in any way you want to.
He whimpers slightly if you start to take control, like moving your hips to match his rhythm, placing your hands on his toned abs, and beginning to buckle your hips, moving the exact way you love. You angle just right so the tip of his cock hits right at the sensitive, aching spot you love the most. You sing for him so beautifully that all he can do is look at you as if he is completely hypnotized, with his hands locked tightly on your hips to steady your wild movements.
When he feels you are close, he pulls you closer, cradling you securely in his arms as he thrusts his hips deeply into you, making you cry out a pathetic sound, begging him to slow down a bit.
"Too fast, Star?" he whispers against your lips.
Your vision turns entirely white the very next moment as he still sinks deeply into you, ignoring your protests.
He loves how tight you clench on him, how desperate you are when you cum over his cock, coating him in your lewd, wet fluids. It just helps lubricate the messy connection between you more.
But he is not done yet, he immediately picks up his pace again after one or two seconds because you are the most sensitive at the moment. He won't stop even when you cry and beg, because he knows you are begging because it feels too good and your body is becoming completely overwhelmed.
He cradles your head by his side as he turns your face to kiss him, sharing a sloppy, tender kiss while he drills into you like a madman below, using his weight to pin you down.
He can be so sweet but so fucking mean at the same time.
And he won't stop until you cum two more times, dragging every last sob and moan out of your throat. Only then is he satisfied enough to finally let himself come undone.
"Where do you want it, Star?" he pants, his chest pressing against yours, his cock twitching violently inside your soaked walls. "Tell me where you want me to cum."
He always lets you choose because you matter to him so much, he always places your desires above anything else.
Personally, he would love nothing more than to creampie you. Yeah, he loves to feel how greedily you suck on him, so he has no choice but to cum thick ropes deep into you, almost filling you up as you might scream out loud because every corner he paints with his heat feels like it is burning up from the inside.
And if you don't want him to finish inside?
He likes to cum right onto your belly. He loves painting your skin in his color. It is such an ethereal sight for him to enjoy. He would rub his cock everywhere on your stomach, smearing his hot seed over your flesh as you needily kiss him. He softly pats your hair, whispering sweet praise as if he hasn't just wrecked you into an oblivious, trembling mess.
And then he cleans you up with some wet tissues he always keeps in the car compartment, gently wiping away the evidence. He dresses you back up neatly, and fixes your disheveled hair before going to grab some snacks, making sure you look perfectly presentable so that no one notices what you two just did.
Then you go home, take a long shower together, and he tucks you into bed right by his side, pulling you tight against his chest.
This is a fanfiction of Ray from Binary Star Hero, what would have happened if you counties teasing him... It is a smut so minors do not interact or whatever they say. I hope you enjoy?
Smut under the cut, 18+
Maybe inviting Ray to sleep in bed with me was a bad idea, the feel of his hard body against mine is distracting. I can feel his growing hardness twitching in his pants, the thin pajamas I'm wearing doing nothing to stop the feel of him. Despite his earlier warning, I decided to back into him again, this time without saying a word except for a tiny whimper.
Embarrassment flooded my veins at my reaction, has it been so long since I had any sex? Suddenly, I felt a grip on my hips and a breath on my neck from a deep chuckle. "Your thoughts are loud, Star. Don't say I didn't warn you..." I couldn't see him but it made it even more exciting.
A gasp could be heard from me as he ground his dick into me with a groan, then he started kissing my neck softly, teasing me. My pulse quickened from his teasing, I became more and more aware of the wetness that was gathering in between my thighs. "Ray, I didn't mean to-" He flipped me onto my back, his eyes having a slight ruby tint, like he was still holding himself back.”You knew exactly what you were doing…”. I felt myself getting lost in his eyes, I brushed some loose hairs out of his face and kissed him.
It was more of a kiss of lust than love, he dominated the kiss while feeling me up like I would disappear if he wasn't touching me. I combed my hands through the strands of his golden hair, giving it a harsh tug, pulling himself towards me. Deeper, I needed to feel his honeyed tongue against mine. He whined into the kiss from the pain, and that's when I heard the sound of fabric ripping. I pulled away in shock, and then he smirked, liking my reaction to his want. "I'll buy you a new one..." I nodded shyly, shrugging the tattered garment off of me, eagerly unclipping my bra.
Ray sucked a sharp breath in, then he started attacking my chest with kisses. I giggled at his softness, that's when his eyes darkened, and he bit down on my neck. Letting out a louder moan, the pain going straight to my core. That's when I uttered the words I never thought I would, "More~". He smirked against my neck as he started sucking on the skin, making me whine and whimper. Trailing down my upper body with increasing fervor, my lower half felt on fire.
Suddenly, I became aware of his lack of nakedness in contrast to mine, knowing he could read my mind. I just tugged at the end of it, gesturing for him to take it off. He quickly took it off, tossing it somewhere in the room. The scars littered across his upper body made him look like a mosaic painting. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, I traced the muscles on him absentmindedly before realizing he was watching me also with awe. "You look breathtaking, Ray..." I said with a hushed breath, feeling his eyes looking into my very soul. "Star, you have no idea what you do to me."
My hero traced my hips with his fingers, before slowly easing me out of my pants and undergarments. Goosebumps came all over my body from the intensity of his gaze, he seemed like he would swallow me whole if he let him. Feeling his hands brush over my sensitive areas made me move closer to him to gain some friction.
Finally, I felt little circles on my clit, I threw my head back on a loud whine of his name. "I'm going to ruin your body, make it all mine, little Star" He pinched my clit making me whine in pain, almost in no time his finger was deep inside of me. "You're such a greedy little thing, you suck me in as a whole" Easily sticking another finger in, my eyes rolled back to my head. He relentlessly attacked my G-spot while circling in my clit. "Oh fuck! RAY!" I cried out his name from his attacks of pleasure, grasping his arm, feeling hazy burning spasms of mind-blowing sensations flooding my body.
My orgasm was coming quickly, I wasn't even sure what was going on, all I could focus on was Ray's piercing eyes as he drove me crazy. His eyes looked like he wanted to devour me as a whole, a divine offering. He kept eye contact as he gave my nipples little licks, then sucks. God how can someone look so sexy? Thanks to his never stopping stimulation, my built-up pleasure came to a mind-numbing finale, my climax took my breath away as my juices came out of me.
I screamed his name when I came, my eyes rolling back into my head. Slowly but surely, the pace of his fingers came to a halt as I came down from my high. A whine left my throat when he removed his long fingers from my cunt. Embarrassment washed over me at my body's reaction, but Ray looked feral…
Ray licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of my arousal without a hint of revulsion. His eyes gleamed with hunger as he took in my flushed and panting form. In a flash, he unbuckled his belt and shucked off his pants and boxers, revealing his impressive erection. I couldn't help but stare in awe at the sight of his muscular physique glistening with sweat, his cock throbbing and leaking precum.
Catching my gaze, Ray smirked and tilted my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. "My eyes are up here, Star," he teased, chuckling at my flustered expression. I playfully swatted at his arm, still blushing at being caught ogling him so brazenly.
Without warning, Ray grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders, the new position leaving me open and exposed. I gasped as I felt the blunt head of his cock nudging against my entrance, already slick and ready from my earlier orgasm. He was so large, I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size as he slowly pushed forward, inch by delicious inch.
"Oh fuck," Ray groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he finally hilted inside me. I let out a high-pitched whine, my walls fluttering around his thick length. "You were made for me, my Star," he murmured, his hips starting to move in a slow, hard rhythm. "I hope you like it rough..." Before I could even process his words, Ray began to increase his pace, each powerful thrust sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my sensitive body.
The combination of sensations, the lingering ache from my climax, and the new stimulation of his cock driving into me had tears springing to my eyes. I could only cling to him desperately, my nails raking down his back as I surrendered to the overwhelming onslaught of feeling. My screams and moans echoed off the walls, a symphony of lust and ecstasy.
He began thrusting harder, his hips slapping against mine with each powerful stroke. Somehow he never even faltered once, he seemed motivated to make my cunt remember the shape of him. "Fuck, you're so tight, like you were made for me" Ray grunted, his voice steady but clouded with lust and admiration. "I knew you'd feel amazing, but this... shit, you're perfect."
He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering, claiming every inch of me. Suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my throat, adding to the hazy sensations. I whimpered into his mouth, the feeling of him around me all-consuming.
He hooked my legs higher, which allowed him to go even deeper, and I screamed as he hit a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My pussy clenched around him like a vice, greedily trying to keep him inside, to hold him hostage in my heat.
I cried out, my voice breaking on a sob of ecstasy. "Harder, Ray! Fuck me harder!" I was lost to the pleasure, drowning in the sensation of being so filled, so utterly claimed. I wanted to be ruined, wanted him to mark me, to make it so that I would never forget this moment, this feeling.
He gave me a confident smile as he continued ravishing my insides, knowing I'm getting closer and closer. “Such a pretty slut, taking me so well” I felt my front hit the mattress as he flipped me with an unnatural speed, then immediately slammed back into me. My voice broke as I let out another scream at the sudden intrusion, which I welcomed despite his dick almost reaching too deep.
My insides burned with the flames of passion, igniting the coil in my lower stomach that was about to burst. I gripped the sheet now like an animal, his larger frame fucking me into the mattress vigorously. In that moment we only let out grunts and moans, knowing we were losing ourselves in this instinctual rhythm called sex. The grip on my hips were bruising as he just kept going harder and harder, I felt myself cry into the sheets in ecstasy as the hot flood of my orgasm hit me.
He never once faltered as he fucked me through my orgasm, but it started to feel to much. “Oh god Ray, please, please, please…” Mindless words spilled out of my mouth, from the sheer overstimulation from his thrusts. “You wanted this… my Star. I'm going to ruin you” Despite his words after a few moments he spilled his seed inside me, making me fully his. When he pulled out of me I could feel his cum dripping out of me onto the sheet, I collapsed with a satisfied smile.
“You know if this hero business doesn't work out, you could just be a pornstar.” I watched his reaction to this statement, he looked a bit baffled but confident lighting his cigarette, taking a long drag. “Alright, but only if we partner up.” I gasped in surprise, not expecting his possessiveness to let him respond like that. “You would let others see me?” Ray chuckled in response, inhaling more smoke before he spoke. “I will buy them all off of you, don't even think for a second otherwise, pornstar”
HAII, I saw you were making requests, I wanted to request a writing about Ray with a femboy MC, IK THAT IS A FUNNY REQUEST, It's curiosity 🥹🥹🥹 (Sure, do it if it doesn't bother you or make you uncomfortable :3)
I think regardless of gender, Ray would be enticed by MC if they wore a short skirt lol.
Since Ray has the old man status (TM) he wouldn’t necessarily be caught up with stuff like that, but if MC explained it to him he’d be very accepting and open about it. He’ll just enjoy seeing MC dressed up, only worried about other people seeing MC and sharing the same enjoyment as him…
I’m back with more voice acting! Now, this time I took a different approach to the video making of the video. Used actual game footage of me playing and using that to try and match lip sync. I hope you guys love this as much as the first one! (Also, odd thing to realize but, I don’t think we ever see what color pants Ray is wearing. I know, weird thing to notice but, I noticed.)
Every meticulous step had been perfectly arranged. Every task on the board carefully categorized, broken down into a series of simple goals that you had ticked off one by one. You were on schedule, on time, on a fucking roll. And you were not going to let anyone stand in your way. No matter the cost, even to your pride, you were going to see this through.
“Star…” Ray blinked down at you, dark eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and that ever-present fondness that never failed to make your knees grow weaker. The hand rubbing the back of his neck lowered to curl over your cheek, almost petting you as though you were a misbehaving cat. “What are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing!” You replied reflexively, and then cringed when one eyebrow went up. Too quick. Usually you were a better liar, but this was Ray. Your boyfriend of several months, and the love of your life for almost as much time. You didn’t exactly want to lie to him, but this was meant to be a surprise! Did anyone know how difficult it was to plan a surprise for a mind-reader?! The meditation, the distractions, the waiting until he was out patrolling before jumping online to do research, finish up preparations, and then hurriedly delete the browsing history on your laptop?
It would all be worth it though, you thought determinedly as you marshaled your willpower and stubbornly stared up at Ray. There was no way you were going to trip up this close to the finish line. By tomorrow morning everything would be finalized.
“Tomorrow morning?” Ray echoed lightly, and you immediately froze in place. Shit, he was catching on. Fine, fine, you could salvage this. As long as he didn’t look into your room– “Your thoughts are very loud, Star.”
“I’m panicking!” You retorted, again too loud and too quick. He snickered at your flustered state while you rushed to regain control. “Um. I mean. There’s nothing in my room, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Ray snorted, a laugh escaping him at your obvious attempts. His tall frame cast a shadow over you as he stepped closer, herding you backwards until your spine touched the door of your room. When he spoke again, his voice was laced with something approaching genuine curiosity and anticipation.
“Come on, what's the big surprise you've been hiding from me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. His eyes pinned you in place.
"Now, now, Ray. Patience is a virtue, you know," you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing. When he stepped forward again, you placed a hand on his chest to prevent him from advancing further. "Besides, that’s the fun in spoiling the surprise too soon? You’ve waited this long, right?"
“I didn’t know I was waiting before,” Ray grumbled, and then a playful smirk curved his lips. “Besides, I know exactly where the fun is," he quipped, leaning in closer until his breath ghosted over your ear. "Why don’t you let me show you?"
Goosebumps formed across your skin as molten heat flowed through your body, down your spine and to the very tips of your toes. You shuddered at his proximity, your own eyes growing half-lidded as your iron resolve weakened under his tantalizing words. In or out of the blue and yellow costume, Ray was impossibly magnetic. There was no way you could deny the effect he had on you. Once he had compared you both to a binary star system, two objects in space intertwined in a cosmic dance. Destined to either be destroyed or separated for eternity.
You thought that was a rather pessimistic outlook. Maybe you wouldn’t always work things out. Maybe you would argue. Maybe the causes would be internal – your own insecurities and worries, Ray’s trauma, his misanthropy, and over-protectiveness. Maybe they would be external – the NAHA, Double Vision, and other villains. To you though, what mattered was that you wanted to work things out with Ray. He made you happy, and you made him happy, and goddammit you were going to commit to that!
You couldn't let him win this time, not when you had gone through so much effort to orchestrate the perfect surprise. It was time for Evasive Manoeuvres(TM).
Ray, lips already at your throat, immediately paused. He drew back, a deep furrow creasing the skin between his brows. “What the hell is that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you responded innocently, as the dulcet tones of Jay Park cooing about fat asses transformed into the less dulcet tones of Lil Jon and The East Side Boys. You continued speaking slowly as the lyrics 3-6-9 DAMN SHE FINE, I’M HOPING SHE CAN SOCK IT TO ME ONE MORE TIME played on loop at the forefront of your mind. “I just think my lovely boyfriend should be a bit more patient instead of trying to ruin the surprise I worked very hard on.”
The look he shot you promised swift and punishing retribution, but you stood your ground. You both knew that if Ray really wanted to spoil the game, he had a million ways to do so, up to and including simply picking you up like the aforementioned misbehaving cat.
Kind of like right now. You let out a surprised squeak as Ray tossed you over one shoulder and headed for his bedroom. “Nice try, Star,” he remarked with a low chuckle that you felt acutely between your legs. "But you can't hide your thoughts from me forever. I plan to get it out of you tonight, one way or the other."
Approximately 18 hours later you glared at Ray from the front lobby of the beach resort as the desk worker happily announced that your room had been upgraded to a deluxe suite overlooking the beach. Charitably, he has chosen not to make fun of you, but you still stewed in your emotions as he carried both of your suitcases all the way to the elevator, through the connecting hallways, and into the massive bedroom. You wouldn’t have been able to manage anyway. Your thighs were still so sore that you’d almost missed the flight entirely.
You barely waited for the door to close before you couldn’t hold it anymore. “How did you know?!”
Ray blinked at you bemusedly, and then purposefully lifted a finger to point at himself. “Telepath.”
The pillow you lobbed at him came to a halt in front of his face and remained hovering in place before floating neatly back to the bed. The look he gave you could only be described as shit eating.
“You fucking – ARGH!” You covered your face with another pillow to muffle the mortified screeching. “I really thought I had you! How long have you known?”
“What?!” That had been ages ago, long before I’d even started looking up holiday destinations! “I’ll have you know that meditation is a perfectly normal activity! Why would that be suspicious?!”
Ray hummed thoughtfully, putting a hand to his chin while tipping his head back to stare up at the gorgeously paneled ceiling. “For a few weeks. Around the time you started practicing meditation. It was very suspicious.”
A scoff. “Star, you hate sitting still and not moving. You can’t even watch Netflix without either knitting or playing games on your phone, and I’m supposed to believe you just decided to start the one activity that’s about being calm?”
“Bastard,” you pouted, pulling away when he tried to corral you into his arms for an apologetic hug. “You’re so mean to me. Mean boyfriends don’t get kisses when they ruin surprises from their loving partners!”
“Then maybe little brats shouldn’t try to hide things from their superpowered boyfriends,” Ray snarked back, pinching the sides of your face with one hand and holding you still. The smile on his face was impossibly fond and filled with a heat unmatched by the blazing equatorial sun outside. “Still. This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you, Star…” he murmured, leaning closer.
Just before your lips touched however, a familiar tune chimed from his phone. The resulting wince was Pavlovian, and you scowled across the room at the phone buried somewhere in Ray’s bag.
He twitched towards it, years of conditioning prompting his body even as it revulsed him, but you were faster. You grabbed Ray by the face and turned his head back towards you.
“I heard there’s a buffet downstairs,” you said. “It’s all you can eat seafood, and there's dessert!”
He blinked at you, attention split for a split second before focusing completely on your face. “Is food all you ever think about?” He chuckled, allowing you to tug him towards the door and out the room. “I should have lured you with free meals.”
“I don’t know,” you hummed playfully, shutting the door firmly on the NAHA and their bullshit. “I think you caught me just fine.”
