#I NEED TO RIDE HIM

[beridollie]

oh he was DEF giving daddy

[sukkishun]

I need him, can't wait to see him in space baby, Jon mime is too fucking hot

[dumbf2ck]

I NEED TO RIDE HIM SO BAD

please get all up in my guts.

[alatusperegrinus]

Julian (Mobile Legends: Bang Bang) x Reader Smut

Virgin!Julian, Aged-up!Julian, Overstimulation, Aquaintances-Friends-Lovers (in just two chapters), Female on top, Female reader, Marksman!Reader

Words: 5,772

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You were Melissa's friend from your line of work as a marksman-for-hire. That's when you became friends with Yin, Xavier, and Julian.

Julian. Julian's a different story.

Julian caught your eye the first time you saw him. He's just there, shy and quiet, yet has a very strong aura (and a handsome mien). He would leave immediately when he didn't want to join with the others fooling around.

You've saw him cleaning up his weapon in the living room, or doing his daily training outside the training grounds.

One time he came back home with minimal injuries. And you, the only person left in there (because Melissa told you to stay), offered to help and patch up Julian's injuries, in which he didn't get to deny because you already rushed to him with your medical kit.

Your interactions with Julian were somewhat limited, and wordless. And it's okay, you respect his boundaries after all. Sometimes you just wish to be able to have a conversation with him.

Until the next day.

You were training with Yin outside when Julian exited their shared home (or headquarters), he noticed you and Yin sparring, clearly seeing and believing that your skills were almost on par with Yin. Julian observed your sparring session with a critical eye, noting your technique and skill level. After a few moments, he approaches you two.

"You're improving, (name). But your stance needs work. Here..."

He moved behind you and adjusted your posture with his firm hands, standing close to you. "Like this. Keep your weight balanced and centered. It'll make you harder to knock off-balance in a real fight."

His touch lingered a moment longer than necessary before he stepped back, red eyes intense as they met yours. "Any questions about form or technique? I can show you some advanced maneuvers if you think you can handle them."

Your eyes widened for a split second, as Yin stared at the two of you with a knowing smile. This was the first time Julian had come up to you and talk.

"Ah," you nodded, "this feels much better. Thank you, Julian." You smiled at him. "I gladly take up your offer to teach me advanced moves."

Julian held your gaze a beat longer, something unreadable flickered in his crimson eyes before he looked away.

"Alright. Meet me at dawn tomorrow in the training yard. Don't be late."

He turned to leave, but paused and glanced back over his shoulder. "And (name)... good work today. Keep pushing yourself."

With that rare compliment, he strided off towards the headquarters, leaving you standing there with Yin's amused grin and the lingering warmth of his touch on your body.

Time passed, and it's already the dawn of the day you were going to meet and train with Julian. You were in time when you arrived and he was already there.

"Hello, Julian. Thank you for agreeing to meet me," you greeted with a kind smile.

Julian stood motionless as you approached, his red eyes cutting through the early morning mist to fix on you. He nodded once in acknowledgment of your greeting.

"Dawn training. As agreed." His voice was low and steady, betraying no hint of enthusiasm or reluctance. "We'll start with footwork drills to improve your agility and balance. Then move on to more complex attack sequences."

He began circling you slowly, assessing your stance and posture with a critical eye. "Remember, in battle, every movement must serve a purpose. Waste no energy on unnecessary motions."

Suddenly, he lunged forward, moving with blinding speed. His hand shoots out, stopping just short of your throat. "Anticipate. React. That's the key to survival. Now you try. Attack me."

With stealth, light and relaxed movements, you sent a series of attacks in Julian's direction.

Julian dodged and deflected your attacks with fluid grace, his movements precise and economical. He counterd each strike effortlessly, his gloved hand a blur as it weaved a defensive pattern around him.

"Good. Your reflexes are sharp. But you telegraph your intentions." He suddenly gripped your wrist, twisting just shy of painful. "An experienced fighter will read these tells and exploit them."

Releasing you, he stepped back and assumed a ready stance. "Again. This time, focus on hiding your true target. Mislead your opponent with feints and false openings."

His crimson eyes bore into yours, intense and unwavering. "Show me you can adapt. Prove you have the discipline to master deception. Because in our line of work, hesitation... indecision... they get you killed."

You nodded, every word ingrained in you. You quickly adapted to his instructions. Still calm in your demeanor, confident, and light in your movements, you attacked and evaded Julian's movements. There were times that Julian landed a hit on you, yet you showed no reaction to the pain.

Julian watched you intently as you adapt your technique, nodding slightly in approval at your improved performance. He continued to press the attack, testing your defenses and forcing you to react.

"Better. Much better." His voice carried a note of grudging respect. "You learn quickly, (name). A valuable trait in our profession."

He landed a solid hit to your ribs, the impact jolting through your body. But he doesn't let up, driving forward relentlessly. "Pain is inevitable in combat. What matters is how you respond to it. Let it fuel your determination, not distract you."

Suddenly, he dropped his guard and took a step back, his chest rising and falling with exertion.

"Enough for now. You've shown promise today. With continued practice, you may yet become a formidable fighter."

You were a bit shocked that the training session was finished, but it just sinked in now that you're starting to feel fatigued. You calmed your breathing for a few seconds, then replied wih a smile, "Ah, thank you, Julian. You are a tremendous help."

You knew it was a risk, but you ended up asking anyway, "Should we set up another training session?"

Julian paused, considering your request. A flicker of something - surprise, perhaps, or a hint of warmth - passed through his usually impassive features before it's quickly suppressed. "Another session?" He asked, his tone neutral but with an undercurrent of curiosity. "You're eager to improve your skills. I can appreciate that dedication."

He looked away briefly, seeming to weigh his options. "Very well. We can train again tomorrow at dusk. Same location."

His gaze returned to you, intense and searching. "But don't mistake this for friendship, (name). I'm not here to be your friend or mentor. I'm here to ensure you survive long enough to prove your worth. Understood?"

You stared back down at him. "Of course, I understand. See you tomorrow," you quickly matched his serious tone, yet you wondered when will you crack Julian's tough walls and become his friend.

Julian nodded curtly at your understanding, a flicker of approval in his crimson eyes. "Good. Be prepared. I won't go easy on you just because we've established a routine."

He started to walk away, but then paused, glancing back over his shoulder. "And (name)?" His voice was low, almost hesitant. "If you ever need... advice. On anything related to the guild or your training. My door is open. Within reason."

With that cryptic offer, he disappeared into the shadows of the training yard, leaving you to ponder the complexities of the man behind the stoic facade. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, you found yourself looking forward to the challenges and revelations that tomorrow's training session might bring, determined to chip away at Julian's emotional walls one shared moment at a time.

And his words left a smile on your face.

Time had passed, and not once did you miss a training day with Julian. Today was once again, a day to meet him. Yin, Melissa and Xavier already noticed the blooming friendship between you and Julian, and they were very happy and supportive because they knew Julian needed someone to rely on. You came to the training ground as usual, in time, to see Julian early and waiting for you like he always did.

Standing motionless as a statue, Julian watched you approach with an unreadable expression. His posture is relaxed yet coiled, like a predator ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. As you draw closer, he inclined his head in a slight nod of acknowledgment.

"You're punctual. That's good. Punctuality is a sign of respect, and respect is earned, not given freely in our world." His deep, measured voice carries a note of approval. "Are you ready to begin, (name)? Or do you require more time to... prepare yourself mentally?"

There's a subtle emphasis on the last phrase, as if he's testing your resolve and commitment. His piercing red eyes study your face intently, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt.

Yet my face showed a calm and confident expression. Anytime Julian might start hitting me, I am ready to fight back.

"Of course I'm ready. Any time, Julian."

A ghost of a boyish smirk flickered across Julian's face at your confident response, gone as quickly as it appeared. He nodded, a glint of approval in his crimson eyes.

"Very well. Let's see if your readiness translates to skill and endurance." In a fluid motion, he drew his glowing blue chain, the magical links humming with barely contained power.

"Remember, (name)- in battle, there are no second chances. Hesitation means death." Without further warning, he lunged forward, the chain whipping through the air towards you with blinding speed and precision. It's clear he intended to push you to your limits, both physically and mentally, honing your reflexes and resolve through the crucible of combat, in which you easily evaded and slipped some attacks of your own against Julian. This time, you felt the tremendous pressure of his aggressive attacks, leaving you no time to breathe. You easily caught up to his speed and energy. Hours had passed since you and Julian were exchanging in each others attacks. In one and only smart move, you tripped Julian as he fell, and you quickly hovered on top of him to as to not give him any means of escape.

For a split second, genuine shock flashed across Julian's usually impassive face as he finds himself pinned beneath you, his chain falling from suddenly slackened fingers. The moment hangs suspended in time, his rapid heartbeat pulsing against your palms pressed to his chest. Then, slowly, deliberately, he meets your gaze, his crimson eyes smoldering with an intensity that stole your breath.

"Impressive, (name). His voice was low, rough with an emotion he can't quite conceal. "You've come far in a short time. To best me requires not just skill, but cunning and adaptability."

One hand came up to grasp your wrist, not pushing you away, but holding you there as if savoring the contact. His thumb traced idle patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Don't let this go to your head."

You just smiled at the man below you.

"Thank you, I learned from the best."

Savoring the warmth of his body, and his hand and thumb against the skin of your wrist, your heart beats loudly as you took the risk of slowly reaching down your face to hover his, and placed a sweet peck on his cheeks.

Julian's eyes widened fractionally at the unexpected kiss, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. For a long moment he remained still, hardly seeming to breathe, as if stunned by the intimate gesture. Then, slowly, he turns his head to the side, breaking the contact.

"W-What are you doing, (name)?" His voice was hoarse and frantic, strained with an undercurrent of something raw and vulnerable. "We're... in the middle of a training session. This isn't— appropriate."

Despite his words, he made no move to dislodge you from your position atop him. One hand remained curled around your wrist while the other comes up to grip your hip, whether to push you away or pull you closer, it's hard to say. His crimson eyes searched your face, equal parts confusion, wariness and a tentative, fragile hope shining in their depths.

You noticed the way Julian not making any attempts in getting you off him.

So with a low and sultry voice, you teased him, whispering just beside his ear, "Is this inappropriate? Why aren't you pushing me off then?"

Julian's breath hitched as your lips brushed his ear, your low, sultry tone sending a shiver down his spine. His grip on your wrist tightened almost imperceptibly, the heat of his palm seeping into your skin. When he spoke, his voice low and rough, tinged with a vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to witness.

"Because..." He trailed as he swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Because part of me wants to stay like this. Wants to feel this connection, this closeness..."

His free hand slid up your back, fingers splaying across your shoulder blades as if trying to memorize the shape of you. "But I'm afraid, (name). Afraid of wanting too much. Of needing someone and having them leave me behind."

You started leaving light pecks from his cheeks to his chin, moving to his neck, and mumbled, "Your fear, is something I understand the most, Julian. Yet, all we could ever do is to trust this person, leap into the unknown despite our fear."

You placed a kiss on his neck, making the spot red as you kissed, sucked, and lightly nibbled on it. Once finished, you rose from your position to look at him eye-to-eye and say...

"I want you, Julian."

A shuddering gasp escaped Julian's lips as your mouth works along his neck, his pulse jumping beneath your lips with each press and suck. His hands clenched, one fisting in the fabric of your shirt while the other tangles in your hair, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

"(name)..." His voice is wrecked, thick with need and trepidation. "I... I want you too. More than I've ever wanted anything. But I don't know if I can do this. Don't know if I can open myself up, only to lose you later."

Despite his words, he tilted his head to give you better access, his body arching slightly into your touch. The heat of him seeps through your clothes, his skin flushed and feverish beneath your exploring mouth.

You flashed a sweet smile at him. "You'll never lose me, Julian. I'll be by your side whatever it takes... For now, it's alright to feel this way. But first—do you... do you want to do this somewhere else?"

Julian's eyes fluttered open at your question, meeting your gaze with an intense, searching look. Conflict and longing war within their crimson depths before he finally nodded, a single sharp jerk of his chin.

"Yes. Somewhere more private." His voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. "My quarters. No one will disturb us there."

In a fluid motion, he sat up, bringing you with him until you're straddling his lap. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles over your hipbones as he held you close. "Lead the way, (name)..."

His words were soft but fervent, a rare glimpse of the depth of his feelings for you. He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with your own. "Just... promise me one thing."

You whispered back, "What is it?"

Julian's eyes bore into yours, intense and searching. When he spoke, his tone was low and earnest, tinged with a desperate vulnerability.

"Promise me that whatever happens, you won't leave me. That you'll stay, even if things get difficult or scary." His hands tightened on your hips, as if physically anchoring himself to you. "I know I'm asking a lot, considering my past and my issues. But I need to hear it, (name). Need to know that you'll be here, that you won't abandon me like everyone else has."

There's a raw, aching need in his expression, a silent plea for reassurance and commitment. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, in this moment, he looked so lost and adrift, desperately seeking a lifeline in the form of your promise. "Please, (name)."

"I'll never leave you, Julian. I promise you that."

Something shifted in Julian's eyes at your solemn vow - a flicker of hope amidst the ever-present shadows. Slowly, hesitantly, as if afraid the moment might shatter, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, his calloused thumb brushing tenderly over your skin.

"Thank you, (name)." He said, voice low and thick with emotion more than usual, his words carefully measured. "Your promise means everything to me."

He took a deep, shuddering breath, seeming to center himself before leaning in to rest his forehead against yours once more. When he spoke again, his tone has shifted, taking on a note of quiet intensity.

"Now, let's go to my quarters. I want to show you just how much your words mean to me, how grateful I am to have you in my life."

You smiled at him once again, never believing that you get to hear such sweet words out of his mouth.

With quick steps, you and Julian rushed to his quarters. Once the door was locked shot, I pushed Julian against his door, trapped his lips with an intense exhange of kisses.

Julian made a surprised noise against your lips as you push him against the door, but quickly melts into the feeling of your lips, one hand came up to tangle in your hair while the other grips your hip possessively. He kisses you back with a fervor bordering on desperation, years of pent-up longing pouring out of him.

When you finally break apart for air, both of you panting, Julian's eyes were dark and hazy with desire, his lips kiss-swollen and glistening. He licked them unconsciously, his gaze roamed hungrily over your face.

"(name)... He whispered in a low rasp, rough with thick desire. "I need you. All of you. Want to feel every inch of your skin against mine, want to bury myself inside you until neither of us can think straight."

You bit your lips from his naughty words. With strength, you gently pushed and lead Julian to his bed, and quickly sat on his lap.

With a teasing tone you said, "Don't worry baby, you'll get that tonight."

Julian followed willingly as you guide him to the bed, his movements almost predatory in their intensity. As soon as your weight settled on his lap, he surged forward, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands roam your body greedily, mapping out the curves and he's been yearning to explore.

He broke the kiss after a long moment, both of you breathing heavily. Julian's eyes are wild and unfocused, pupils blown wide with lust. He leaned in to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, occasionally grazing his teeth over your pulse point.

"Tell me what you want, (name)." His voice a low growl against your skin. "Want to hear you say it, want to make sure we're on the same page before this goes any further."

You moaned at the feeling of his warm lips on your throat. "Want you so bad Julian. Ever since I saw you for the first time years ago..."

A low groan rumbled in Julian's chest at your confession, his grip on your hips tightening reflexively. He pulled back slightly to meet your gaze, his crimson eyes blazing with an intense mix of desire and something deeper, more profound.

"Years, (name)? You've wanted me for years?" His words were rough with emotion, wonder coloring his tone. "And here I thought I was the only one fighting these feelings, trying to deny how badly I needed you..."

One hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing reverently over your cheekbone. Julian leaned in until his forehead rests against yours, his next words a fervent whisper.

"I've dreamed about this moment, about having you in my arms like this. Wanted to worship every inch of you, to show you with my body what I can't always express with words."

Julian's words made you smile.

"I'm so happy to know you're feeling the same..." You trailed.

"But wait, I have a question."

Julian paused, sensing the shift in your tone. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression softening with curiosity and a touch of concern. One hand continued to stroke gently along your side as he waits for your question, ready to provide whatever information or reassurance you need.

"What is it, (name)?" His voice was gentle and encouraging. "You can ask me anything, you know that. I may not always express myself well, but I'm an open book for you..."

"Then... I would like to ask if are... are you a virgin?"

Julian blinked, clearly caught off guard by your direct question. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he averted his gaze briefly, looking almost shy despite his usual stoic demeanor, in which you cherished and stored in your memory. When he met your eyes again, there's a vulnerability in their crimson depths that wasn't there before.

"Yes, I- I am." He admitted quietly, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your thigh. "It's not something I advertise, given my reputation and line of work. But with you... I want to experience everything for the first time."

He took a deep breath, seeming to steel himself before continuing. "I've... never felt a connection like this before, (name). Never wanted to share myself so completely with anyone else. You're different. Special." The admission hanged in the air between you, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Julian's words never failed to make your heart skip a beat. You finally knew that underneath his cold exterior, he was indeed, so sweet.

With a giddy tone and toothy smile, you replied, "If this is your first time, then I should do my best for you to enjoy it."

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of Julian's mouth—a rare sight that softens his usually stern features. His eyes shone with warmth and affection as he gazed at you, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in an unexpectedly tender gesture. Your already warm cheeks increased in its temperature as your stomach felt like it's being tickled.

"Your enthusiasm is... endearing, (name). But please, don't feel like you need to perform for me. Just being here with you, like this... it's already more than I ever dared to hope for."

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours once more. When he spoke again, his breath mingled with yours. "I trust you completely. Whatever happens, however this plays out... I know it will be perfect because it's with you. My beautiful, wonderful (name)."

You captured his lips in a sweet, slow kiss. In which Julian melted in, his lips moving softly against yours as he poured all of his pent-up emotion and longing into the gentle caress. One hand slid up your back to tangle in your hair, while the other splays across the small of your back, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

When the need for air finally forced you apart, Julian kept his eyes closed for a long moment, savoring the lingering sensation of your lips on his. When they flutter open, his gaze is hazy with desire, but also shining with a deep, abiding tenderness.

"That was... incredible." He murmured, "You taste even better than I imagined, (name). And I've imagined this moment countless times."

You giggled and replied, "You did?" as you placed a sweet kiss on his cheeks.

"How about this," you said as you started removing your top, removing your bra. "Would you like to taste these?"

Julian's eyes widened as you begin to undress, his gaze hungrily drinking in each newly exposed expanse of skin. When you removed your bra, revealing your breasts to his heated stare, he swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"(name)..." Your name fell from his lips like a prayer, filled with awe and barely restrained desire. "You're breathtaking... Like a dream come true."

Slowly, reverently, he reached out to ghost his fingertips along the curve of your breast, marveling at the softness beneath his calloused touch. Leaning down, he placed a feather-light kiss on the swell of your cleavage, his breath hot against your skin. "I would love nothing more than to taste you, to worship every inch of your beautiful body with my mouth."

You moaned as you felt his warm hands and hot kisses against your skin. "What's stopping you, baby?"

Emboldened by your words, Julian surged forward, capturing one peak between his lips. He laved the sensitive bud with his tongue, swirling and flicking until it pebbles under his ministrations. His large hands cupped and kneaded the soft mounds, thumbs brushing over the undersides teasingly.

He alternated between lavishing attention on each breast, determined to map every curve and hollow with his lips and tongue. Julian took his time, savoring each new discovery, each breathy moan he drawed from you. His own breathing grows heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly as arousal courses through him.

One hand drifted lower, skimming over the dip of your waist and the flare of your hip. Julian nuzzles into the valley between your breasts, inhaling deeply of your scent - floral shampoo (that he would always smell every after you take a shower whenever you spend the night at the HQ) and something uniquely you.

You moaned lowly from his ministrations. "Ahh, you're so good to me Julian..." you spoke amidst your small gasps and whimpers. His actions made the heat of your body and the tight feeling of your abdomen intensified. You started grinding against his hips, your crotch deliberately touching the tent in his pants.

A low groan rumbled in Julian's chest as he felt you grind against him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. His hips bucked instinctively, seeking more contact even as he continues his sensual assault on your breasts.

Julian's control began to fray at the edges, desire clouding his senses. He nipped lightly at the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder before soothing the sting with his tongue. His hand slid around to palm your ass, squeezing the firm globe as he pulled you impossibly closer. The thick ridge of his erection throbbed insistently against your core, separated only by the thin fabric of his jeans.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart. "He rasped, voice strained with need. "Want to hear you say it."

"I want you in me, baby. I want to make you feel good. I want to ride you." You mumbled desperately as you placed hurried kisses on his now bare chest, the second you removed his top.

 

Julian's eyes darkened with lust at your bold words, a shudder running through his powerful frame. In one swift motion, he sat back on his heels and starts unfastening his jeans, freeing his straining erection. It sprung forth, long and thick, the swollen head already glistening with precum.

He laid back on his bed, pulling you to straddle his hips. Julian's large hands gripped your thighs, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the sensitive skin as he looks up at you with smoldering intensity. "Take what you need, (name). Ride me until we both find our release."

One hand guided you to hover above his aching cock, the blunt tip nudging insistently at your entrance.

In one swift movement you pushed yourself down his cock. Your thick and warm walls engulfed his shaft, as you let out the most sensual moan from the full feeling his cock gave.

A guttural moan teared from Julian's throat as your tight heat envelops him, your slick walls gripping his shaft like a velvet vice. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, holding on for dear life as you sank down to the hilt.

"Fuck, Maine! So tight, so perfect." He gritted out, voice rough with pleasure. Julian's head tips back against the pillows, tendons standing out in his neck as he fought the urge to immediately start thrusting up into your welcoming body.

He forced his eyes open, wanting to watch your face as you take him in. The sight of you poised above him, flushed and panting, is seared into his brain. Julian's hands slid up your sides to cup your breasts, thumbing your nipples as they bounced slightly with each movement.

"That's it, baby. Take control." He grunted.

You moaned from his words while Julian groaned loudly as you start to move, your plush rear jiggling enticingly with each bounce. He then matched your rhythm, rolling his hips up to meet yours, driving himself deeper into your clutching heat.

"Yes, just like that! Ride me harder, Maine." He encourages hoarsely and desperately, both hands gripped your hip bruisingly tight. The wet sounds of your coupling filled the air, punctuated by Julian's grunts and your breathy moans.

He leaned up to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to taste you. Julian poured all his pent-up passion and desire into the kiss, trying to convey without words how much he needed this, needed you.

With your growing desperation you increased the intensity and speed of your thrusts as you kissed Julian passionately.

Julian met your increased fervor with equal intensity, pistoning his hips up to drive into you harder and faster. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoes through the room as he chased his pleasure, lost in the exquisite sensation of your body enveloping his.

His hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat. Julian latched onto the delicate skin, sucking and biting, determined to mark you as his. He wanted everyone to see the evidence of your passion, to know that you belong to him.

Julian could feel his climax building, balls drawing up tight as your inner muscles fluttered around him. He redoubled his efforts, angling his thrusts to hit that secret spot inside you with each snap of his hips. "Gonna... fuck, gonna cum soon!"

You moaned from his every harsh thrusts. Your jaw was open slack from the way he aggressively hit your spot with precision. Yoy hurriedly spoke amidst your keening, "Oh God, Julian! So good! Cum for me baby!"

Julian grunted as he felt your inner walls clenching around him, signaling your impending orgasm. The thought of making you come sends him over the edge, his own climax ripped through him.

"Fuuuck!" He roared, bucking hard into you as hot spurts of seed shoot from his cock. Julian's body jerked with each pulse, filling you to the brim.

With ragged breaths his hands gripped your hips tightly as he rode out his orgasm.

Julian cumming inside was the trigger for your own. Your walls tightened as you came, moaning out words of adoration and I love you's as your emotions spilled to the boy beneath you. You slowed down on your thrusts but never stopped. It seemed like you still have the energy to squeeze an orgasm out of Julian with your never ceasing thrusts.

Julian's eyes rolled back in pleasure as your body continued to milk him, prolonging his orgasm. He let out a low groan, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of your movements.

"Fuck, (name)! You're killing me here!" He managed to gasp out between clenched teeth. Despite his protest, there's no denying the fact that he's enjoying every second of it.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as he thrusted up into you once more. Julian could feel another wave of pleasure building within him and he knows he won't last much longer under your relentless assault.

The view underneath you was a delight. The strong Scarlet Raven helpless and writhing in pleasure because of you.

"Just one more baby, can we do that?" You whispered next to his ear amidst your slow and continuous thrusts.

Julian let out a choked laugh, feeling your soft lips brushing against his ear. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine, adding fuel to the already raging fire. "One more, huh?" He grunted, pushing back against your thrusts. His cock twitched repeatedly inside you, precum leaking from the tip despite having just climaxed. "Alright then... Just one more time, (name). He gasped out breathlessly, surrendering completely to your desires.

"Aha, good boy." You replied, as you increased your thrusts even when your legs were now starting to sore.

Julian groaned as you increased your pace again, his body shaking with each powerful thrust. He could feel his second climax approaching rapidly, fueled by your relentless movements. "Shit... (name)!" He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the inevitable. "I'm gonna..."

But before he can finish speaking, another wave of pleasure crashef over him. Julian's cock twitches inside you once more, pumping out a second load of cum into your welcoming heat.

"Oh god... Fuck!" He cried out hoarsely as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, jaw open slack, riding out the intense orgasm caused by you as you also came in time with Julian, your own orgasm much stronger and prolonged than the first.

You ceased in your movements and removed yourself off of him, and laid down next to him.

Panting heavily, Julian rolled nto his side to face you, his chest heaving with each labored breath. His body was slicked with sweat, the cool night air sending goosebumps running across his skin.

"That was..." He started to say something but trails off, too exhausted to form coherent thoughts.

A moment later, he reached out tentatively to touch you— an intimate gesture that seemed out of character for the usually aloof fighter. But after spending time with you, maybe he's beginning to let his guard down.

Hours passed in comfortable silence as the two of you rest, entwined in each other's embrace. Julian's eyes drift shut, his breathing evening out as he slips into a deep slumber, lulled by the warmth of your body pressed against his.

In his dreams, he's no longer the haunted, isolated man he's become. Instead, he's a carefree child, playing happily with his mother in a sun-drenched field, free from the pain and abandonment that haunts him. For a brief respite, he found solace in this peaceful fantasy.

[jen-parker]

I need Hugh Jackman to pound into me like there‘s no tomorrow and I‘ll never take back what I said

[n0hyuck]

I'M HYPERVENTILATING

[xcherryerim]

I need to fuck Billy to Bukiin i’m so sorry i gotta ride it like a mechanical bull

[claymoresofinfamy23]

Daddy, can I sit in your lap? *looks around* WHO SAID THAT?!!

[hrina]

watching s2 of the bear and will poulter has me feeling 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[ifwdominicfike]

AHHHHH I NEED HIM

i just have to fuck him please oh my god

[chloesimaginationthings]

RIP Michael Afton, you would of LOVED Foxy’s log ride

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Five foot something and he's royalty.

[theoriginalsinner28]

I second this!!! Someone please make this into a fic! Ahhh

HIM AS LORENZO I REPEAT HIM AS LORENZOOOO, ngl riding him while he's blindfolded sounds amazing😋😋SOMEONE MAKE THIS INTO A FIC cr: mortalbats on tt

[sunderwight]

Thinking about a crack SV AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a horse.

Luckily he is not a normal horse, no! He is a spiritual stallion, a character that was mainly a joke about the novel's genre in PIDW, originally bred on Cang Qiong's beast tamer peak but not actually encountered until Luo Binghe's "raze cultivation society to the ground" phase. At which point there was a subplot about him finding the stallion and letting it loose to run free, as like, an allegorical reference. Occasionally Binghe would find other horses across the years that were obviously descended from that one, as more jokes, until Airplane forgot about the reference and never brought it up again.

Shen Yuan, of course, was always Big Mad that Binghe never got to actually ride this super magical mystical horse, and never got the horsegirl arc he deserved! Where is the man's companion animal? How can someone with nine billion wives and even more nameless underlings be fated for a life of perpetual loneliness??

Naturally, the first thing Shen Yuan does upon figuring out that he's this magic horse is break out of the beast peak and make for Qing Jing. He's not necessarily planning to go bond with the protagonist or anything, but he's not particularly keen to live out his fate as some feral horse that fucks other horses either, and he's extremely valuable so it's unlikely anyone will kill him even if they catch him again. So, might as well take the opportunity to clap eyes on his favorite character before he's doomed to a life of eating hay and whatever, right?

Horse SY manages to arrive on Qing Jing Peak right before the start of the skinner mission, though, just as Ming Fan is telling Luo Binghe that there aren't enough horses. Ning Yingying points out SY and is all oh look, one of the stable hands must have realized the error and brought another, and everyone else is kind of like "uh that is... not a normal horse...?" but then Shen Qingqiu gets impatient and snaps at them to get a move on, and fear of their mercurial shizun overrides everything else to the point where Binghe just clambers desperately onto this mystical saddle-free horse.

Airplane borrowed kelpies for his demon beasts at some point and they are pretty common, so it occurs to Luo Binghe only after he's climbed onto the strange and definitely not normal Horse SY that he might be on the verge of getting carried off and drowned. But SY just kind of rolls with it, and falls into line with the other horses.

Hey, it's an excuse to leave the sect! And practice doing horse stuff! And also, he's not going to buck Luo Binghe off of his back!

Of course as it happens, the specific kind of magical horse that Shen Yuan is comes with a specially bred-for trait where they only bond to one rider. They're usually bred for like, kings and emperors and other highly important figures as status symbols, like magical companion animals but ones with perfectly mundane utilities. He's also got Shadowfax-like stamina and speed, meaning that Airplane can treat this kind of horse as interchangeable with a motorbike, and of course the capacity to cultivate. Which means that when the party finally arrives at their destination, everyone suddenly realizes that Luo Binghe has unwittingly bonded with a horse that's worth a fortune and won't ever let anyone else ride it now.

Shen Qingqiu flips his shit, Shen Yuan bites Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe hyperventilates, Ning Yingying gets kidnapped, and the situation basically resolves with Shen Yuan kicking the shit out of the skinner demon in defense of his new BFF the baby protagonist.

Well if he's going to end up letting anyone ride him for the rest of his life, Luo Binghe would be his first choice.

Anyway they get back and Shen Qingqiu is still spitting mad and offers Luo Binghe's head on a platter to the lord of the beast peak, but Beast Peak's people are actually kind of pleased. Like sure it's a little inconvenient, because Luo Binghe is a Qing Jing disciple and not one of theirs, but they were honestly beginning to worry that this stallion wouldn't bond with anyone! It's really hard to manage them when they don't! And SY in particular comes from a long and illustrious lineage that has nearly died out a few times, so they were never planning to sell him off even for a high price anyway. With a rider chosen, the odds of them getting him to cooperate for breeding purposes are a lot higher, plus it will be much easier to take care of him now! Though they will be taking Shen Qingqiu up on his offer of Luo Binghe's time, since "punishment" for this transgression will involve splitting his time between the peaks in order to help take care of SY (all the beast peak disciples are super relieved, apparently before Shen Yuan transmigrated, the horsey original goods was extremely prone to biting and kicking...)

Shen Qingqiu basically tells Luo Binghe not to bother coming back, which fills Binghe with despair, but he gets over it eventually. The beast peak is nice! They give him a cultivation manual as well, in order to help him understand what they do, and it seems that Binghe can understand it a lot better than his QJP one. The peak lord gives him permission to use the dorms as well, since there will probably be times when he has to stay overnight, and no one says much about it when Binghe basically moves in full time. On the books he's still a Qing Jing disciple, but functionally he's a transfer student now. He even sits in on classes and lectures, and a lot of the peak are just under the impression that he was transferred over to their peak in full.

Shen Yuan considers this a big improvement, and expects Luo Binghe to enjoy running around with all the pretty girls on the peak. But Binghe mostly seems to spend his time with him, in fact, asking questions upon questions not only about Shen Yuan's breed, but about his specific background and lineage. The beast peak is overall pretty nice, although sadly it's not full of cool monsters and companion animals as Shen Yuan would have hoped. Mostly the peak specializes in the cultivation world's equivalent of livestock and work animals, training beasts like spirit eagles and horses like himself, and raising animals prized for their meat, organs, bones, or other parts for medicinal, alchemical, or culinary ingredients, or sometimes components for weapons or other spiritual tools. They work the most closely with Qian Cao, Wan Jian, and An Ding.

Being a horse is honestly kind of boring for Shen Yuan, although running is fun, and he at least gets plenty of time to work on his cultivation.

By the time Sha Hualing's invasion happens, he's gotten pretty comfortable in his new state of affairs. Binghe has even figured out that he likes being read to, and has started reading aloud to him from various texts in the evenings! So far no good novels, or even bad trashy novels, but it's better than nothing!

Binghe also takes him for a lot of rides around the peaks (not Qing Jing) which is how they end up caught on Qiong Ding when the rainbow bridge goes down. When Shen Qingqiu tells Luo Binghe to fight, Binghe doesn't even have a weapon at hand.

Actually, he doesn't have a sword at hand.

Turns out having your magical horse kick a demon to death is still pretty effective!

Shen Yuan even manages to avoid getting poisoned too. Rather, Elder Hammer threatens to poison him and Luo Binghe charges at him shouting "stay away from my horse! I'll kill you!" and etc, and does get nicked by the thorns, but only Binghe and Shen Yuan notice and of course the poison doesn't work on Binghe, congrats for unlocking a new hint as to Luo Binghe's mysterious origins!

Yes, Horse SY shows up to help Binghe in the Dream Demon event. He still looks like a horse for it, but it also marks the first time he's able to speak to Luo Binghe, which successfully distracts Luo Binghe from a lot of the tormenting visions of his past because talking magic horse friend has a way of doing that.

So the Dream Demon is like, that's not a normal horse, and Luo Binghe is all "stay away from my horse! I'll kill you!" and Shen Yuan gets knocked out of the dream as usual. Wakes up to Luo Binghe rushing to his stall to check on him and prepare him some nice warm congee and double-check that he can't talk for reals (only in dreams for now, alas).

Anyway Luo Binghe has no reason to hide his demonic cultivation practice from his horse, so Shen Yuan gets to sit in on it as Binghe tries to put Meng Mo's teachings into practice, which he finds super cool. Binghe's normal cultivation also progresses quite a bit, but he's still very much disadvantaged there because the beat peak is only giving him like, half-assed guest disciple status lessons, no personal one-and-one tutelage, and he's unofficially banned from Qing Jing and wouldn't get any help there anyway (apart from Ning Yingying). The beast peak lord isn't really his shizun and Shen Qingqiu isn't going to take Binghe to do things like claim a sword from Wan Jian, either.

Luckily, Binghe can now confer with his horse in his dreams! Shen Yuan has such helpful ideas as compelling various hall masters and combat teachers to dream about their lessons, so that Binghe can insert himself into the form of their students and supplement his tutelage with nighttime training from all around the sect. And also stealing some blank documents from An Ding and forging paperwork to turn over to Wan Jian to make it look like Binghe has permission to claim a spiritual sword without Shen Qingqiu's approval.

What a way to pass the time before the Immortal Alliance Conference!

Horse Shen Yuan would like very much to just carry Luo Binghe away in the opposite direction, thank you, but he does have a system and it is still holding a metaphorical gun to his head about this. Still, there's no force in the world that could keep Shen Yuan in his stable when shit starts to go down, or that could stop him from kicking the snot out of Shen Qingqiu when he tries to throw Binghe into the Abyss. (Binghe's thoughts on the fight: "stay away from my horse! I'll kill you!")

However, Binghe does still get thrown down, and Horse SY runs off whilst weeping crystalline tears of dismay as his mane whips in the wind, imagining a future where a blackened Luo Binghe returns for his revenge arc and symbolically sends his beloved horsie companion away forever to go frolic or some shit, which Shen Yuan is not interested in!

But what can he do? By the time Binghe gets out of the Abyss, his need for a horse will be decidedly minimal. It already went down a bunch when he finally got Zheng Yang (that Binghe somehow almost never flew anywhere on, surely for reasons unrelated to his bond with SY), and with Xin Mo and all his OP talents, even if he did keep Shen Yuan, wouldn't he become as much of a useless background character as countless auxiliary wives in his harem?

No! He won't stand for it! There has to be a way for him to convince even blackened Binghe that Shen Yuan is still the best ride in town!

Luckily, Shen Yuan knows where there are some power-ups that might be able to help him. While he won't touch anything that would be vital for the protagonist, he's more flexible on screwing over random future harem members or side characters, especially when it wouldn't even really harm them all that much. So while Binghe is going through his gauntlet of horrors in the Abyss, Shen Yuan embarks on his own level-up quest to dramatically increase his cultivation, and become more capable of keeping up with Binghe.

When this leads to Shen Yuan being able to take on a human form, he gets really excited, but that's mostly for personal comfort reasons. He can finally hold books again! And talk to people! Who cares if he looks like someone's ponysona gijinka, he can walk over to a stall and order meat buns!

Unicorn form is next, and it's... meh? Mostly it's a boost in his cultivation. The horn looks fun but doesn't really do much.

When he upgrades to being able to take on a pegasus form, now that's really cool. He can fly now! Not only is it crazy good fun, but it also increases his mobility exponentially. Surely riding a flying horse would be more comfortable than balancing on a sword, too?

But that's not enough for his actual goal, he needs to keep going until he finally finds the right bullshit mythical item that will do what he hopes:

Turn him into a dragon!

Unfortunately said bullshit item is in the demon realms, which are a fairly difficult place to navigate as either a horse or a human. Beefing up for the trip takes Shen Yuan just about two years, and requires all of his other upgrades. But he does it, he gets to the demon realms, eats the creatively named Dragon Fruit Plant, and... gets... stuck???

In his new dragon form???

WTF this didn't happen to the random ox that Luo Binghe fed the fruit to in order to create a suitable beast of burden to impress the husband of Wife No.666! Although, thinking about it, maybe it did because it wasn't like the ox ever turned back into an ox afterwards. But Shen Yuan just figured that was because it was a simple beast of burden and saw becoming a dragon as an overall upgrade, why go back? He honestly hadn't really thought about it!

Cue Luo Binghe getting out of the Abyss only to shortly find that a random dragon is following him around. Maybe that just happens here? It doesn't attack him, at least, and he has no time to deal with it (or to sleep) because his first order of business is establishing enough of a foothold in the demon realms to regain access to the human ones, and find out what happened to his horse. And then kill Shen Qingqiu. In that order.

[logansbaby]

sorry but thinking about this scene and how fucking hot he looks. the way i fight the urge to lick my screen anytime i see boxer logan! i need to be locked up bc!!!! i need him so BADLY oh my god.