#binary star hero ray

[myboykillme]

Another fanfic! Thanks for all the support and everything. This scenario when Ray protected you from Double, and that was kind of hot. The readers anatomy is female in this, might make different things in the future. Minors don't interact, this is pure filth.

TW: mentions of blood, gore, worship, sexual intimacy

Smut under the cut, MDNI 18+

Blood and guts are spilled on the floor, and the smell of the room is thick with the metallic taste of gore. The people you used to consider friends are pieces of burned flesh and guts, their faces morphed into a bizarre offering to a deity. Red sticky substance was soaked into my skin, as I stared into his black void of an eye. He looked positively shaken, kneeling in front of me, looking at me expectantly. “Please forgive me my Star”

This man, the symbol of peace in America, is reduced to an afraid whimpering man. “I couldn't just let him do those things to you, if only you saw what I saw in his mind, he wanted to” My sharp gaze cut off his words, silencing his excuses. What scared me wasn't the bloodbath, I couldn't comprehend the blooming feeling in my lower stomach. Could this be… blood lust? “I'm begging you, look at me please, I don't what to do please, your mind is…blank”

Ray gently held my face and turned my head to make me face him. A breathtaking sight greeted me when I finally faced him, the red from his violent acts made him look ethereal, truly a being from beyond the stars. I wanted to attack him right here and there, a primal urge to fight or flight coming to me, but also a feeling of possessiveness. He killed them for me, he lives for me, he's only for me.

I could only focus on the adrenaline rushing to my head, a euphoric warmth spreading through my veins. Grabbing his collar, I pulled him up from his kneeling position, and before he could question me, I kissed him. My mind felt hazy, as I tasted his obsession and blood at the same time. Ray's hands quickly found the small of my back, making me flush against him, making me extremely aware of the growing hotness inside my body.

I imagine his body must have felt the same, as his tongue danced with mine, deliciously sloppy. We pulled away simultaneously, panting from the rush of it all. His eyes looked even darker than before, his pretty face flushed red with desire, truly a mess he made for me. The sound of his belt unbuckling brought me back to reality, his eyes flickered to my flushed state as he grabbed me by my hair and brought me down onto my knees.

The filth of the guts could barely compare to the one that was in my mind when I came face to face with his bulge, I instantly touched it, nuzzling my face against it. Ray only smirked at my eagerness, seeing his dark goddess on the floor of blood innocently rubbing her face against his rock-hard cock. My hands worked quickly as I freed him further from the confines of his pants. A huge cock oozing with precum slapped my face, as I gasped in surprise.

My body felt even hotter as I imagined what this would feel inside my mouth, going down my throat as I struggled to breathe. “Be good to me and open your mouth” He petted my head and spoke with a low grumble, but that's not what made me comply. Those dark pools of eyes he has held so much adoration, a cocktail of lust and obsession, they seemed to see right into my soul. Without further thought I opened my mouth, slowly taking his dick further and further.

I felt disgusted getting off to this, but maybe I was always sick, rotten to my core and he just brought it out. Ray didn't spare me any mercy, as his fingers gripped my hair, forcing me down to the base. A shiver ran down my spine, making me even wetter, and messier. The feeling of his cock hitting the back off of my throat was phenomenal, it hurt but God did it make me feel submissive. Being under his gaze, with his cock getting shown down my throat is who I am meant to be, kneeling in a pool of guts, taking everything he gives me.

“Fuck, you look amazing goddess” Ray's voice was a low grumble, it made me even more eager. My nails dug into his thighs as I took what he gave me. I desperately wanted to touch myself but I had to focus on his pleasure, serving him gave me a sense of purpose.

“Get up now” Ray's command snapped me out of my lustful daze. I reluctantly pulled my mouth off his throbbing cock, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his thick shaft.

Gasping for air, I looked up at him with hazy, desire-filled eyes. He grabbed my arms and hauled me up, my body pressing flush against his surprisingly muscular frame. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the violence he had unleashed. He spun me around and bent me over one of the blood-stained tables, the cold metal pressing against my heated skin.

The contrast made me shiver, my nipples hardening beneath my black lace bra. Ray kicked my legs apart pulling my skirt and panties off in a swift motion. My head felt dizzy as he spread my pussy wide as he positioned himself behind me. I could feel his hard cock, slick with my spit and his precum, prodding against my ass.

"You're sick, just like me," he growled, his voice rough with lust at my state. "I need to claim you, make you mine completely." Ray's calloused hand went under my shirt, cupping my breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, then pulled on them, making me let out a surprising moan from the pain. I arched my back, instinctively grinding my ass further against his crotch, silently begging him to take me.

"Please… I need it" I whimpered shamefully, still smelling the gore, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heartbeat. "Fuck me, use me, ruin me for anyone else." His dark chuckle made me feel even more pitiful, he was amused by my desperate pleas. "Don't worry goddess, I will take good care of you." That's when I felt the sharp sting of his hand on my ass, making me seek out even more friction.

My breathing was getting harder and harder, then he slapped my ass again, even harder this time. A sharp scream came out of me, as tears threatened to spill out of my eyes, he's strong. The sting was soon soothed by the thick head of his cock pushing against my entrance, teasing me, making me crazy with need. I tried to push back against him, to force him inside, but he held my hips still, controlling me completely.

"Beg for it, " he said in an amused voice, with an edge of dominance. "You wanna be fucked, don't you? Hmmm~" His fingers massaging the flesh of my ass, admiring the two reddening hand prints. I opened my mouth to do just that, to beg him to fuck me, to ruin me, to claim me... but my words were cut off by a loud, wanton moan as he slammed his thick cock deep inside my tight cunt. He stretched me wide, filling me completely, hitting depths I didn't know I had.

"Mercy!" I cried out, my pussy clenching around him, trying to adjust to his size. He was so big, so hard, and he felt incredible inside me. His pace started slow but hard, letting my body commit his shape into memory. Despite that, the table shook beneath us, the legs scraping against the blood-stained floor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, combined with the sound of the table moving, it sounded like an execution, maybe it was…

"This is what I've been dreaming of," His voice shook, full of devotion as he took me as an offering, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder, deeper. "Your cunt was made for me to abuse." Hazy pleasure clouded my mind, I couldn't focus on his words, and I didn't feel like I was there from the intensity. Disgust filled my guts, along with fire, my orgasm was building, and my body tensed as I climbed closer and closer to the edge. "That's it, Goddess, let it happen….”

He pushed his fingers into my mouth, forcing my mouth open as he made me look at the blood and bodies he slaughtered for me. My body involuntarily shuddered at the sight, filling me with a strange sense of satisfaction. I felt a warm breath against my ear as he spoke, panting. “Never, you're never leaving me, you're mine” he panted maniacally in between words, “ I would do anything for you, Goddess I lo-”

My eyes rolled back into my head as an intense orgasm suddenly washed over me, I couldn't hear his rambling as he continued ramming his dick inside me. But the pleasure almost never stopped, the hot lava of overstimulation overtook my nerves. In a few seconds, it stopped, and Ray's hard and sloppy thrust filled my womb with his cum.

Laying on that cold table, covered in sweat, blood, and cum, I came to a sickening realization. This has awoken something: a dark twisted hunger inside me, insatiable…. And I knew, without a doubt, that I would never be the same again.

[who-the-fuck-are-you-bruh]

WARNING! Suggestive content under ✨read more✨, minors please don't interact, let's be responsible and respectful to each other

[eclipse-ml]

dirty sketch :b (Villan Ray 💕)

Un boceto sucio :b

(Amo la UA de Ray villano 💕)

[miosko-art]

Bonus : ⭐

[n0t-evenhere]

Alright, here is part one of the horror binary star x reader series. This is just the beginning. Setting up the scene and give life to the people in the story! So, enjoy. Drawing at the end! I like to illustrate my stories, a scene or two! Just one this time.

⚠️ warning: manipulation⚠️ (the list will grow later on in the future chapters.)

The star at night

Part one: Setting up

The “warehouse” hummed with chatter and plotting as you entered the familiar confined space. You always called it the warehouse but it wasn’t really a grand warehouse that most would imagine. It was just a storage unit. A place where old cameras didn’t work as the signs say they did, low pay, and few people. In short, calling it the warehouse felt like an inside joke. The orange shutter slid down with ease as you lowered it to the ground softly. “Well look what the cat drug in.” A familiar voice expressed with joy. Without turning around you knew it was Joe. Turning around he was already waiting for you to embrace and so you did. “You’re late Snat.” Snat was a code name he gave you. Short for snatcher. Joe pulled away with a hardened stare. Chastising you with his eyes. “You can’t keep being late. I expect better from you.” He definitely was getting on to you. “Joe, lay off my love.” The voice of Carol carried in the space. “I’m sure work didn’t let you go early with all the sick people you told me about. Especially having to deal with that traffic after.” She stated with a smile and a wink making you smile.

Carol and Joe were older, Joe being 63 and Carol being 65. Joe had silver hair cut into an undercut with spiked hair on top, he maintained his physique well, wrinkles, crows feet, laugh lines, the whole bit. He definitely has good genes and takes good care of himself. Thick hair, all the good stuff. Carol had a very similar circumstance, good genes. Her hair was grey, a bob that curled at the ends, framing her thin face nicely. She was just as fit too. It was amazing how well they rubbed off of each other, been married for about 43 years. Met young through friends, been together since then. Almost a fantasy in this day and dating pool.

Joe and Carol were like your second parents. About three years ago, you moved to the city for reasons you still didn’t really want to acknowledge. You didn’t want to remember nor share. Money was hard to come by but the new start was worth it to you. Desperately needed. You don’t even remember how you met them, you just remember how safe they made you feel. Cared for when you had no one else. The married couple invited you to dinner, movies, and eventually bringing in the people who were part of the group as hangouts. Then after a few months, you were told about the heist group. What they did behind the scenes. At first, you were upset, they were such nice people. A good group of people but they stole some serious things of high value. Jewels, paintings, all of it. Eventually, you were convinced to join it. Offering to make your life better, have money to pay rent and have what you want in life. Slowly, you eased into the role of being the snatcher. Moreover, eventually you felt a thrill from it. An adrenaline rush that made you feel alive. The feeling of getting away with crime made you feel on top of the world to some degree.

“You should take it from her paycheck for her tardiness.” Kent said flatly, earning a glare from you. “Easy there, no need to shoot daggers at me, it’s just a suggestion.” Kent sighed with his hands up feigning innocence. Kent was your worst enemy but also your best friend. Like an older brother that bothered the fire out of you any chance he could get. He’d been here long before you, 36, and his job was the look out. “You are a jerk.” Mary said, punching him in the shoulder, making you laugh in return. Mary was our tech wizard. Smart and sweet. “Come have a seat, we’ve been waiting for you. Even brought a charcuterie board.” Carol beckoned you to the empty seat. The snacking and plan run down beginning.

“This is our biggest project yet.” Joe started with excitement evident in his tone. Looking at Carol, her crowd feels becoming more defined with the smile on his face. As if there was a small secret between them. More than just a loving glance. “Mable’s Museum.” He dropped the title like a bomb shell. Your jaw dropped and you swear you heard Mary gasp audibly. “Seriously?!” Kent exclaimed. “That’s a seriously tall order. That place is popular and there is a lot of valuable stuff there. Like, that’s crazy.” Carol chuckled. “We’ve been planning this one for a while.” Another glance between the two. You can’t help but wonder, if something more was actually happening behind the scenes. It was undeniable that there was something else.

Joe continued on, “tomorrow is the night we execute it.” Mary chirped in, “isn’t that really soon? Too soon?” Joe shook his head. “Of course not, I have full faith in this team. We can do this with ease.” Mary nodded, not seemingly fully convinced. Carol picked up where Joe left off. “This museum had many exhibits, medieval, paintings, statues, and many other valuable things. However, there is only one thing that we are after. In the hero exhibit. The mask of the retired hero, Steel Sheriff is there. Well take it. It sells well.” Brows furrowed, you inquired, “what about the NAHA? Wouldn't they be all over that if it went missing?” It seemed like a very ambitious thing to go after…no. A foolish thing to go after. “We don’t have to worry about that. As soon as we obtain it, we have a buyer who will meet up with us. We'll take it directly to them.” Joe assured you and the rest of the table.

Somehow, that didn’t bring you peace. Just an odd sinking feeling you couldn’t quite explain. “So, Mary, you’ll be in charge of redirecting the cameras.” Carol began speaking as she pulled out the layout of the museum on a large piece of paper. Placing it on the round table. “We’ll stick to this middle hall, directly accessed through the front of the museum. The cameras are here, here, and here.” Carol’s slender finger glided across the paper with ease and confidence. Joe picked up the conversation. “This is the exhibit, there are a total of seven cameras in the room. I’ve circled them for you. You’ll need to hack the severity system and make it a looping video if we can. Covering our tracks. The night guard doesn’t do too good of a job of guarding. Sleeps often. Two very long naps. He’s only awake one hour out of the night. That’s what we’ve observed, so it should be easy. Is your Roel clear?” Mary nodded, “Got it.”

Carol's gaze shifted to settle on Kent. “Okay, you are the look out, you will watch the front and down the hall. That’s it, keep it tight and do not wander.” This was serious, really tight. No room for failure. “Sure thing, don’t wander. Got it.” He gave a smile and thumbs up. Joe spoke up, regarding you. “You, are going

To help Carol get the mask. I will be watching outside, patrolling the outside of the building. We’ll start at 1:30 am sharp. Be. On. Time.” Kent let out a snort. “Better make sure (y/n) can do that. You know…since she’s got a “normal” job and better things to do.” Rolling your eyes you retort. “Well at least she I’m not unemployed and living in my moms spare bedroom cause I blow through my money.” Kent went quiet making you feel a small hint of guilt in your chest. “Please, you aren’t children.” Carol sighed. “Dismissed.”

Just as you got up to leave, so crackers and pepperonis in hand Joe whistled to snatch your attention. “Not you. You stay.” Without missing a beat Kent erupted into a series of ooooohs and aaaaahs as if you were in trouble. Mary giggled in response. “Out you two. We’ll see you tomorrow.” The shutter door slid up and the two left. Once out of earshot, you speak up. “What is this about?” You ask them. The two look at each other before settling their attention on you. Joe began “I wanted to be the one to tell you. Wanted you to be the first to know before the other two.” Brows furrowed in contrition you reply. “Tell me…what exactly.” There was a moment of silence before your world shifted. “Laying all the cars out on the table, this is our last heist. It’s time for us to retire. We are hoping to rekindle our relationship with our daughter and…we think you should take over.”

Your mind drew a blank, sure, it made sense. Quit, retire, try and fix the relationship of their kin. Their daughter, they only spoke of her seldomly. She didn’t agree with their thieving lifestyle. There was a whole screaming fight that ended poorly. So, about four years ago at eighteen their daughter, Carmella, left. As far as you were aware she lived in the same city. That was all fine in your eyes, made sense but you leading? Taking control of the whole group? Planning all future heists? That was a big pill to try and choke down. “Uh, okay…I…me lead? Sure, retire, that's fine but me? Take your place? That’s a huge role to fill. I don’t think I can do that.” You argue your view.

Carol looks at you with a loving gaze. Darling, you have been with us for a while now. We’ve been teaching you everything from the start. Everything that we know. In the past few years you’ve even surprised us with your own skill and quick thinking.” Joe nodded in agreement. “Don’t seek yourself short. You are art, quick, and we know you would do absolutely everything in your power to keep everyone safe. In your care, we just know that you are a leader.” Their words were kind, heck, they made you feel as if you could do anything you wanted but, there was still doubt in your heart and mind. Before you could respond Carol whispered. “I need to see my daughter. My Carmella.” Those words, the pleasing look in her eyes made your heart overcast with guilt. How could you say no? Who are you to deny them what their hearts desire? Pushing down the uncertainty you agree. “Okay. I can do it.” Joe smiled. “Glad to hear it. Don’t worry too much. We won’t throw you to the wolves. We’ll be on call, help with planning if needed.” Carol nodded, In agreement. “We knew you wouldn’t let us down. Dismissed.” She finally dismissed you from the meeting.

As you began your small journey to your car while nibbling on the pepperonis that left a greasy feeling on your fingers, you were left with confliction. Tomorrow was a hefty task, and leading is a huge shift in your world. You l or them though, you owe them right? They gave you so much when you needed it. Of course you would do it. They needed you.

Earlier that day 10:01 pm

Ray slid the sweatpants up his waist and adjusted accordingly. The shower was much needed after todays to-do list and side mission on the way. Interviews, rescuing people from a hostage situation in some bank, and the cherry on top? Hershel was trying to convince him to take another trainee. Long day. Ray didn’t put much effort into dinner. He craved simplicity tonight. What was more simple than a sandwich? The sandwich wasn’t fancy,just spinach, ham, and whatever else he felt like. Wolfed it down and called it good. He felt tired. He craved rest, good thing his day off was tomorrow.

Cleaning up after himself, Ray brushed his teeth and finished up his night routine. Today was done. No more suffering. Ray stilled in the middle of his room. The space was minimal. He never cared to make his home a home. He’s hardly home anyway. Bland was the word he would use to describe it. It was quiet. A sweet contrast to the constant noise of the day. Tonight, everything seems a little quieter outside. Usually off putting but, he’ll take it anyway. Maybe the city does sleep sometimes. However, in the quiet there was something deeper. Loneliness. The kind of loneliness that grip at his very flesh daring to pull him apart if he thought about it too much.

Before Ray could shove the feelings out of his heart and mind, his phone rang. An obnoxious sound that he dreads, more so than usual as of late. “You can’t be serious,” Ray said aloud to himself, his voice and chest filling with annoyance. Grabbing the phone he sat on the edge of his bed, the bed dipping with a small squeak. “Yes?” He already knew. Hershel. “To things, I’m sending you the file on

The trainee for you to look over. I want you to reconsider.” Rats pushed his hand through his hair before resting both of his elbows on his knees. “What else.” If Ray at least pretended he’d look over the file, give it a few days, say no. They would give the trainee to someone else. Hopefully.

Hershel spoke again. “I need you to work tomorrow's night shift.” Anger immediately bubbled up in his chest, burning in his stomach. “No. Tomorrow is my day off. I am not clocking in.” Hershel didn’t miss a beat, “exactly Ray, your day off. Not night.” There was a silence before Ray cursed under his breath at the audacity. Ray could easily snap this old man’s neck like nothing and call it a day. He could help the smirk on his face at the thought before replying. “Why should I Hershel?” He inquired with challenge. “People are getting or comfortable Ray. Crime rate is on the rise again. We need another “accident” to reel it back in.” Ray grimaced, the implications are clear. This is the last thing he wanted to do. It was more work than he wanted to put in. Was it even worth it? What if he wanted to let it all go. Let chaos ensue?

“I’ll give you the next two days off.” Hershel bargained. Ray knew better than to believe that empty promise. “Try again.” Ray felt frustrated, and didn't even try to mask it in his tone. A sigh came from the other side of the phone call. “I won’t put you on night shift for the next two nights and I’ll push your interviews and photoshoots back two days as well. That should be more than fair.” Ray considered for a moment. It was as good as he could get so, might as well take it. “Fine.” With that, he hung. Up and let the device float over or the nightstand as he laid. In his bed. So much for a day off. He thought before drifting to sleep.

(Unshaded)

[marcckk]

I love this part, when Ray get us (ゝω・´★)

[shoyastars]

Hold up pause.

Just imagine if mc called Ray while he’s about to leave as binary star.

Then the mc pulls a “oh he must be close by.” Because he just chucked the mother fucker into a fuckin bush.

[hime-bee]

So, I suddenly had this thought and I just HAD to draw it 😂 I don't think Leumin could survive a cup of what Ray orders, he'd probably die from one sip alone, bless his heart Major shoutout to @concreteparasite for making Ray, I'd forfeit all mortal possessions over to him in a heartbeat 🥺

[trollprince420]

[papsthepepsota]

I finshed it I named her Priya 🤛🏽

[fudanshidoublevision]

Happy Birthday Ray!!!!!!!!!!! ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ

I feel so silly and happy to celebrate a fictional character birthday, lol. It's so funny! I love Binary Star Hero and every single character from this game, silly things like these are the best.

Irrelevant yapping down this road ➷

I made some 「プリクラ」 (purikura) for his birthday because I had another ideas I can't and wouldn't be able to finish for this time being, I hope you like it because I kind of hate it. It's not what I envisioned... It's been YEARS since I've ever tried to make some purikura. I've done my best but i know I can do better. This one seemed easy and I had lots of fun, i have the feeling that he would find this type of stuff concerning and at the same time....amusing. Nonetheless, i think he'll like.

The Molcar Binary Star was made by my dear and beloved friend @/blood-and-mud. (Sorry bestie, I'll take this down if you want me to 😌.) Also, my PFP was made by her too!!!! Since it's Ray Day, I'll have this PFP on until the end of the day.

Ah, I hate that the quality of the picture, it looks terrible now. I had to make a whole ass account on “act illust” to download the image for the background for it to not be seen.......... At all.

NONE of the art is mine except the MII Ray, I made that one.

This year I have something brewing for Double's birthday. 😈

[themuffin2649]

YOASOBI’s Idol fits Ray/Binary Star so much

Both Ai and Ray are very popular figures in their business, and are both beloved by the public. However, due to this popularity, they are actually very alone and their work standards are very corrupt or broken. Ai says that she doesn’t know how to love or to be loved other than lies, and Ray is basically a glorified military weapon.

Both have to put up double personalities to the public which causes their true selves to be masked or miserable. This masking keeps up until somebody important enters their lives. For Ai, it’s her two children, in which she learns what it means to love outside of being an Idol. For Ray, it’s his ideals of villains and hero’s being broken by the MC and him learning he can be something other than ‘human’ or ‘monster’.

This has been my Ted-Talk, I hope you enjoyed.

[eclipse-ml]

Hice uno de Binary Star :3

[miosko-art]

[mang0guy]

I made another version since I really love how this drawing turned out!! I decided to make the hero part look more like glass

[marcckk]

Have a good day :D or night ^^