Joaquin is such a king for this:
[Joaquin] gets passionate about subjects like body image in Hollywood. "I’m so sick and (expletive) tired of every single actor with their six pack and how it’s just a standard. You just don’t see people in movies without sculpted bodies with their shirts off unless they’re meant to be some heavyweight redneck, and then they go the other extreme. It’s bothersome because I just don’t think it really reflects real people. I actually had an agent at one point — who I’m no longer with — sit me down and say, ‘You should go to the gym, your body is part of your work.’” (source)
Even when he did bulk and train for his role as "You Were Never Really Here"-Joe:
His character is covered in scars, his pecs are hardly Hollywood-chiseled, and while the actor hit the gym every day to build strong arms for the role, he’s still got a notable gut hanging over his waistband. [...] “I thought he should be as big as possible, but I also didn’t want the standard Hollywood body for getting big,” Phoenix said. [...] Ramsay put it more bluntly. “Joaquin was working out a lot, but he wanted to keep his belly,” she said. (source)
The strength isn’t in the abs. It’s in his refusal to submit to (and contribute to) Hollywood standards. Besides the big dick energy of his stance, this just looks WAY hotter to me. It baffles me that shredded abs ever became a beauty standard in the first place.
I love Joaquin Phoenix fans because you can post the most unflattering fat middle-aged balding man picture of him and everyone (including me) will be like #need that🤩 #my man🔥 #belly❤️
୨୧ Summary: After finding your old friend Beau the night his apartment is broken into and taking him home with you, your new nighttime routine turns a little risky for him.
୨୧ Notes: I’ve adored Joaquin and his work for over 20 years but have never written for his characters so I’m kinda new here. Beau is such a comfort. But I've never stopped wondering what would happen if he just had a wet dream, so… that's the fic. Enjoy :)
୨୧ Warnings: nsfw, wet dream, hand job, Beau think's he's going to die (but there's nothing new there)
It was easy to fall asleep nestled into Beau, your back pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped snugly around you. It had become somewhat of a habit since his apartment had been broken into and you’d found your old friend shivering outside on the scaffold and taken him home.
Tonight had been a little unusual in that when you slipped into bed beside him, you’d felt the urge to kiss him before you turned in. He looked like a rabbit in the headlights as you laid down facing him instead of curling up on your side of the bed and asking if he wanted to cuddle. He liked it when you asked what he wanted, but he never really knew how to respond.
So when you inched forward, eyes locked on his, he was almost tearful when you followed up with an apology, shaking your head. This was one thing he knew for sure he wanted and was unfortunately far too scared to ask for.
And it was so close!
But he knew you’d at least considered it now, so he pushed toward you, his palm warm on your cheek as your lips met. The kiss was lingering but chaste, passionate but soft. It felt like you were floating for a second, and you felt s pull to drown in him instead.
But he smiled, coy, as he pulled back and collapsed into his pillow as though you’d already taken his breath away. In honesty, he’d taken yours away too, no matter how short and simple the kiss had been.
‘That was nice,’ he muttered with a yawn, and you smiled back, nodding.
‘Goodnight, Beau. I’m so glad you’re here.’
He blinked his gaze away, cheeks burning, and you rolled onto your side, smiling as his arm found its way around your waist and all returned to the usual routine.
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‘Mmh- ah!- ohhh-’
As you drifted back to consciousness, your dreams of kissing Beau rougher and with more touching faded and you realised the bed was rocking – just a little, but definitely moving… Beau’s arm was still around your middle, tighter, and he was pressed right up against your back and-
Oh.
‘Beau?’ you whispered, suddenly wide awake. You could feel him, rock hard, rutting against you, breathy little moans and gasps hot at your ear.
He didn’t answer.
‘Beau?! Are you-’
You couldn’t deny there was a burning in your core at hearing him, feeling him, like this. You ached to push back, rub up against his leaking cock, but you knew he was asleep. You couldn’t bear the thought of humiliating him, imagining his horrified face when he woke up to discover he’d climaxed all over you when all you’d shared before now was a cuddle and an almost innocent kiss. You’d dreamed of making him come but not like this, not the first time.
You slowly turned within his grip, trying not to startle him but feeling a growl vibrate through his chest when he lost the soft friction of your body against him.
‘Beau,’ you tried again when you’d shuffled around enough to face him, ‘wake up, it’s okay, come back to me. Wake up!’
Beau’s eyes shot open, and that look, the horrified one you’d dreaded, spread over his features, darkening his green eyes and draining the colour from his cheeks.
‘Oh god… oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!’ he sputtered, pulling himself away from you and grasping at the covers.
‘No, no, it’s alright,’ you soothed, your hands smoothing down his chest. ‘I can help… ‘y’know, if you want me to?’
You bit your lip, watching as his trembled.
‘Y-yes I do, but- ohhh-’
His eyes slipped shut as your hand wandered beneath the sheets, palming the bulge in his pyjama pants that were already damp and hot against your skin.
‘I can’t, I- mmnnn-’ he tried, chest heaving, ‘I’m gonna-’
‘It’s okay,’ you soothed, pumping your hand faster, once, twice, and that horrified look returned — only this time laced with a complete bliss, like nothing he’d ever known.
A strangled whine filled the air between you as rope after rope of his thick release spread hot over your hand as he writhed and rutted into your fist.
You kept your palm against his twitching length as he came down, stroking softly over the wet fabric, and your other hand came up to cup his cheek, soothing him back to you.
‘All good?’ you smiled when he finally opened his eyes.
He laughed incredulously and your own smile widened.
‘I thought I was gonna die!’ he gasped, ‘I thought I couldn’t- I really thought-’
‘You were just dreaming,’ you said softly, reassuring.
‘No, no – my mother – she told me I couldn’t finish. It’s supposed to be hereditary. It killed my dad, but maybe I didn’t inherit it?’
‘Well you certainly finished,’ you chuckled, glancing down at the sheets where a wet patch was forming from the copious amount of Beau’s release. ‘So you’ve never…?’
He shook his head, half ashamed, half relieved.
‘Wanna do it again?’
A tear slipped from the corner of one of Beau’s eyes as he nodded, and you leaned in to kiss him. With tongues this time.
Beau is such a tiny ball of anxiety and seeing him interacting with Arthur is just too funny, I can't stop myself. He brings Art's confident and funny side so easily, it makes him Want To Protect™. I'm loving this way too much
