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Absolutely loved it! Your writing is just *chef’s kiss* 🤌 it made me think about something that I saw on Instagram ( credit to blue_pyridine btw) and made me crave for werewolf! Walter fluff or smutty fluff 🫠🫠❤️

Forest Fantasy

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: There's a new hotel in town. It can't possibly be what it's advertised as, can it?

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (missionary and doggy style), monster fucking (right?).

A/N: I was considering waiting until Oct, but it's a fucking Super Moon tonight so let's gooooo.....!!!!!

When The Fantasy Hotel opened up in town, you scoffed at first. "What’s with this name? What kind of depravity is this? Why can't folks just fuck in their own homes?" you thought to yourself. “At least they have someone to fuck. Why must they flaunt their relationships in my face this way?”

But then you heard the whispers. The suggestions. The innuendos. A few of your online friends, who know you'd been through a dry spell for some time now, had been asking if you'd given any thought to trying it out and you were...confused. They wouldn't say outright what they'd heard about the place, but curiosity got the better of you.

You opened the incognito browser and typed the hotel name and were...shocked. Shocked at the images and the rave reviews. This hotel wasn't strictly for couples. As a matter of fact, it was designed for singles. And you shut your laptop quickly, convinced this wasn't for you and worried what your anonymous, online friends must think of you. You broached the subject delicately, so as not to offend in case maybe they didn't really know what they were asking about.

MNstrluvr: Come on. You've read the fics. You've liked and commented. Are you really saying you weren't into it? The idea of it?

sendmeanangel: I was sucked in by the phenomenal writing. You know me. I read anything if it's told well, descriptive, immersive, get you out of your head.

darkgothnightengale: This is THAT. But IRL. You're fucking lucky they picked your town to open the first one. You HAVE to try it and tell us how it is!!!

sendmeanangel: Have you seen the prices?

darkgothnightengale: We chipped in.

sendmeanangel:...

MNstrluvr: Come on! We're dying to know first hand from someone we actually know. Please. For science!

It took a few more gentle prods and pokes, with promises of no jokes unless you gave specific permission. And under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were your friends allowed to post anything that even vaguely alluded to the fact that you were trying the place out. Private DMs and Super Private Chat Room discussions only.

Your visit was booked. You opted for a brief stay only. Two hours. You couldn't bring yourself to book a longer stay and the theme you selected was one that allowed for less than full evenings. It was also the only slot available on the day you were able to ask off work.

You showered and primped, pampering yourself with your favorite body wash and lotion, knowing how good it made you feel to be fresh and clean and smelling delicious. You checked your clothes and your makeup in the full length mirror by your apartment door, opting not to change for the fiftieth time since stepping out of the shower. A few final items stuffed into your travel satchel and the large floppy hat on your head you'd bought specifically to hide your face as you made your way into the hotel and you were off for your adventure, trepidation buzzing around your insides and threatening to derail your purpose.

Your friends had paid and you figured you were already past a normal hotel refund window, so paying them back would mean picking up a few extra shifts on top of your already hectic university schedule. Besides, you didn't want to disappoint them. They were so curious to know if the stories that were starting to pop-up on Tumblr did any justice to the experience. You really couldn’t imagine this was anything more than some extremely well put together costumes and perhaps use of silicon implements, which had you really wondering about sanitation, but whatever.

The cab pulled up at the hotel entrance and a petite woman with a pixie cut stepped forward to open the door and help you out. She gave a warm smile with no hint of derision or teasing about the hat as she welcomed you sincerely and led you through the front doors, depositing you at the registration desk.

"Enjoy your stay!" she beamed at you, with a conspiratorial wink before heading back out to, you assumed, await the next guest.

You called out a thanks after her, then turned to the front desk attendant, who welcomed you by name.

"You have the only check in slot at this time," he answered your unspoken question with a kind smile. "We stagger arrival on purpose to ensure privacy for our guests. Especially first time visits. We have you booked in the Deep Forest Suite for the next two hours, and it looks like you requested the basket add on. That will be waiting for you in the room. Since it is your first time, we just need you to sign a few waivers and I'll run through the hotel safety rules for you. A copy has also been sent to your email, if you want to check them during your stay. But also, rest assured, your host is well versed and knows exactly how to keep you safe. You are in good hands here, I promise."

Every word spoken carefully and with respect, every inflection designed to put your worries at ease. If you had butterflies going in, you'd never know it now. You had taken notice of the lush and inviting lobby, dark wood furniture covered in rich velvet, chandeliers and wall sconces casting a warm glow around you. There was nothing menacing or untoward, nothing like you had expected, even after seeing the interior photos online. You'd experienced marketing ploys before. This wasn't glue disguised as milk or fries on toothpicks to stand up straight in the box or a long angle shot of the tiniest pool ever. Everything so far was exactly as depicted and you were impressed.

Then you remembered the photo of your host and had to swallow hard. You had assumed it was a doctored image, maybe some unique lighting to draw attention. But if the decor was real, then maybe he was too. The rules were oddly specific for an experience with a guy in a costume.

Maybe everything you had assumed about the nature of this hotel was wrong.

"Everything okay?" the clerk asked with a furrowed brow. "Is there something worrisome about the rules?"

"Oh. No. No everything is fine. I'm just..." you trailed off. Nervous wasn't the right word. Nor were you embarrassed, as you thought you would be. The door attendant, the desk clerk...neither had made you feel anything but welcome and safe and not self-conscious at all.

"It's perfectly reasonable to feel a little apprehension your first time. If it makes you feel better, you should know: you actually can opt out at any time. We do have to retain a portion of the room fee, but a partial refund is available. Should you change your mind."

"That's nice to know, thank you. I think I'll be okay."

"Then let's get you to your room,” he clapped his hands together with a mirth. “427. Elevator is down the hall and there are directional signs, but I'm happy to escort you if you'd like."

"I think I'll manage, but thank you."

As he placed the key in your possession and sent you on your way, the reality sunk in a little deeper. Weighed down by the heavy iron key in your hand as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped down the hall to your room, you could no longer deny what was about to occur.

You were headed into the wolf's den.

The door unlocked with a satisfying click as you turned the iron key. You were transported to a lush forest setting when you stepped into the room. Or as close as you could get indoors, anyway. A carpet of deep, soft green lay on the floor beneath your feet, and you immediately slipped out of your shoes to feel the cool material on your skin. It was impossibly silky, smooth, and comforting.

Large potted fir and pine plants lined the walls and stood in corners. At least a few held miniature deciduous trees and some with limbs stretching across the ceiling. You finally let your eyes fall on the chunky, four-poster bed, the legs, head- and foot-boards crafted of smooth finished logs you might find in a high-end cabin or ski chalet and covered in a thick feather mattress wrapped in luxurious blankets and piled high with pillows.

A picnic basket sat prim and proper on the coffee table nestled between two plump, overstuffed chairs and you had just reached out to peek beneath the deep red cloth when the door closed softly behind you and a throat cleared.

"I hope I haven't startled you."

You turned and gasped as you took in the sight of one of the largest, and, for lack of a better description because your brain was starting to fail you, manliest men you'd ever set eyes on. His photograph might have been deceptive, but only because it didn't do him justice. He wore a thick, blue cable knit sweater and dark gray cargo pants that seemed to mold around his thighs. He was barefoot, which surprised you a little, but then who were you to judge at the moment?

You caught his smirk as you lifted your gaze to appreciate the rugged beard and full head of chocolate curls that framed his face, offsetting mesmerizing blue eyes.

"I'm Walter," he offered you his hand as he spoke your name with a gentle growl. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You're not..." you stopped yourself, suddenly embarrassed at how eager you'd found yourself. "Forgive me. That may have been a rude way to start."

"It's okay," he chuckled. "This isn't the form you signed up for, but I've found it more enjoyable to at least meet in this state. If I bounded in here all claws and snarls, we wouldn't have a chance to speak first. And I prefer to have at least a quick chat, if that's okay with you."

"It's fine," you whispered, your throat dry though your mouth was watering.

Walter stepped past you and reached a large mitt into the basket to pull out a bottle of water.

"Would you like to talk with me a bit?" he asked, offering you the bottle. Your eyes lingered on the basket, though, curious what else might be in there. The amenity said “Fantasy Basket”, so it could have just been a riff on the hotel name, but still, you had assumed…

“Did you not get a chance to peek before I arrived?” he asked as you took a sip of water.

“No. Do you know what’s in there?”

“I do,” another chuckle, deeper and darker than before. “Do you want to know now, or later?”

“We don’t have a lot of time, do we?” you asked, suddenly aware and mentally kicking yourself for thinking you didn’t need more than a few hours to get the lay of the land. Literally, you snorted at your internal joke.

“Something funny?”

“Lay of the land,” you replied with a grin and as he laughed with you, you caught sight of his canines. They seemed a little longer than when you saw them in his first grin. At the moan that slipped from your throat, he darkened again.

“That it will be.”

You gasped and squeezed your thighs, clenching at the reverberation in his voice. Something had changed from even just the moment before when he’d entered the room. Aside from the physical appearance, you sensed a shift in the air, something wavering in the ether around you. A heat crept from your core to your cheeks, through your spine and settled into your chest. You were breathless.

“How do we…um, how does this start?”

“We’ve already started, haven’t we?” he replied, a little mysteriously. “Sit with me?”

What made you drop to the floor beneath you instead of onto the comfortable looking seat, you couldn’t say, but here you were resting back on your heels as you took another drink of water from the glass bottle in your hand.

“I was going to suggest the chairs, but if you prefer the ground, I’m happy to say I do too.”

Walter stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground beside you, one knee splayed wide and almost touching yours, the other knee bent with an elbow draped over it as he leaned toward you. You could swear you caught him sniffing the air.

“I don’t know what to say,” you spoke with caution, suddenly overwhelmed. The day was just becoming a series of flip-flops in your mind as you imagined yourself, sometimes bold and determined to experience what you could, then timid and nervous as the reality overcame you. Once at ease and open, now shy and reserved.

“That’s okay,” Walter replied. “The better for me to begin.”

Why did that sound like such a familiar phrase? You took another drink and nodded for him to continue.

“I’d like to continue our time together by undressing you, one way or another. You have a choice, which you can leave to me if you’d like. I can do it now, in this form,” he paused, cocked his head to one side, then the other as he cracked his neck. “Or I can shift, in your presence or not, and do it that way.”

What did he mean by “shift”? Surely, he must mean change. As in undress and don a mask. But then you remembered his teeth, somehow longer. And you thought about the subtle way the atmosphere seemed to shimmer and transport you and you wondered if he really did mean “shift.’

“That sounds like two choices,” you whispered and caught his grin, canines even longer than before.

“Perceptive. I like it. Need a few moments?”

“What happens after I’m…I mean, I know what happens, I guess… but just, like, how…” you trailed off, not really sure what you were asking.

“We’re playing a game here, really. That’s all. It can be as simple or intricate as you’d like, though, you’re right. Our time is ticking away.”

“You do it.” You rushed, barely letting him finish his response.

“Here or…?”

“I’ll close my eyes.” The thought of watching his shift, though intriguing, also made you wonder if it would make you more nervous than you already suddenly found yourself again. Maybe it was better to just jump in and get started, as much as you were also enjoying speaking with Walter in his human form.

“Why don’t you take the basket into the bathroom? Pick out whatever intrigues you for use and come out when you’re ready. I’ll shift before you return. Sound okay?”

You nodded and he helped you to stand, then handed you the basket and gently urged you toward the bathroom door. Before he let go of your arm, he stepped in close, slipping his hand over yours and pressing it to his chest as he tugged you toward him.

“Do you mind if I give you one kiss this way before we meet next? You can say no, but it’s nice, I think, a good way to gauge your interest.”

Did he somehow think you weren’t interested? How had you hidden the drool from him? You’d been too quiet, clearly. Mesmerized by everything that had happened already in such a short time and you’d lost your voice, unable to truly communicate your desire. You were ruining everything, obviously.

“I’d like to kiss you very much,” you admitted, peering up into his eyes, which you now noticed were not the 100% blue you’d originally thought. Was this man really about to change shape? Did it matter? It didn’t matter in the least as far as how well he could kiss you, because while you were contemplating the genetics of the man in front of you, he was leaning down to capture your lips in what started as a chaste, closed mouth peck that grew steadily more intense as you felt his free arm slip up your back to settle a hand against the nape of your neck while yours slipped around his waist and urged him closer, as if you were guided by some unknown force. You felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him as if you’d known him your whole life.

With your hand still pressed against his sternum, you could feel his heart beat faster as each second passed and the kiss grew more heated. When he pulled away you actually whined.

“I’m glad to see you are interested,” he teased with a grin before he spun you toward the door again and pressed you inside. “Now hop on in and don’t take too long. I want to treat you for as long as I can.”

The bathroom was just as sumptuous as the main room. A dark tiled shower took up one entire wall of the room and you couldn’t tell if the color was black or just the deepest forest green you’d ever seen. Instead of a curtain or sliding door, a glass panel separated the shower from the rest of the room with an opening opposite the brass water valves to step in. What you imagined must be a rain shower head jutted out from the ceiling. You didn’t want to waste any more of your precious time, but wondered if there’d be any left to enjoy this shower when all was said and done. The rest of the bathroom fixtures and amenities would have to wait for inspection, since you needed to pay attention to your basket. You set it on the veined marble counter and finally lifted the cloth completely off.

Only the cloth wasn’t exactly a cloth. It was a cape, tucked neatly on top of a few more bottles of water, a small loaf of bread, some cut cheeses and fruit in a covered bowl. And that was it for the tame picnic items.

You pulled a short, white peasant dress trimmed in lace and a red apron with black satin ribbon criss-crossing the front out of the basket, along with what appeared to be a pair of black fishnet stockings and thought of Walter’s comments. Were you expected to change or only if you wanted this part of the experience? Finally, you noticed a few heavy leather straps and as you pulled them from the basket you realized they must be meant as restraints, but for whom? You or him? You also noticed a distinct lack of silicon implements.

You heard a rustle of some sort outside the bathroom door, reminding you that Walter was waiting and time was fleeting and you really needed to make a decision about how you wanted to enter the room again. Walter had suggested you take the basket with you. And he was going to be … different when you saw him again, wasn’t he? And you had asked him to undress you. Maybe he anticipated that undressing would be … vigorous. What if this costume was meant for that? You had brought a change of clothes but didn’t think you’d be leaving here with one less outfit in your already sparse wardrobe.

Your mind made up, you stripped quickly and donned the outfit, amazed at how simple the apron was to slip over your head, then pull the satin ties tight with your own hand. You always imagined an intricate article of intimate clothing like this would take so much more effort. Maybe it would be something you’d feel comfortable and confident enough to do outside this hotel someday.

For now, you were drawn back into the moment with a thud on the door and a low growl that sounded like “Come out.”

You finished dressing, wrapping the cape around your neck and drawing up the hood. You still weren’t wearing shoes, so you could feel the ground through the wide gaps of the fishnets as you stepped back into the room, picnic basket on your arm. It felt different. More uneven. Crunchy leaves crackled beneath as you stepped onto what now felt like real grass, fading to dirt, fading to ground littered with pine needles and dry leaves. Ferns peaked out from the tree trunks. And a supermoon shone overhead.

This was not your room. It was on the other side of the bathroom door, to be fair, but this was not the room you’d stepped into 20 minutes ago. And yet, how could it be anything but? A twig snapped to your left and drew your attention as you realized you didn’t see Walter. You’d thought he’d be right outside the door, waiting for you, maybe in a chair, maybe on the bed. But you didn’t see him, only his clothes folded neatly on the table where your picnic basket had been. Suddenly, you felt a rush of air next to you.

“What are you doing here, little one?”

You had a hard time deciding what to focus on as the words were spoken. The actual choice of the words themselves, which harkened back to that story that drifted through the tendrils of your mind, whispering “You know me?” Or the rough, low way those words tumbled from him, hungry and full of want. Was this the game?

“Your voice sounds so strange, Walter. Is everything okay?” you asked, plucking the words from the cobwebs in your head.

“I think I just swallowed some water wrong.”

You took a deep breath and turned, ready to catch him, ready to see. He was glorious and you were awestruck. It took a few moments of taking in the sight of his body, arms slightly elongated, up on the balls of his feet, hair that looked like chocolate silk covering his body but not in a way that you couldn’t see the tone and definition of his skin underneath, nose and mouth pulled forward, ears up. Ears up.

“Walter, what big ears you have,” you cooed, reaching up to touch them, though waiting for the assent in his eyes. When you could see he would allow it, you brushed your fingers along the back side, then scratched a little in the crease where they met his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. His eyes.

“Walter, what big eyes you have,” your voice a bit lower, sultry, as if the confidence you’d lost earlier had found its way back to you. He opened them and you’d have sworn sparks flew as his deep blue eyes pierced yours before you saw him drag his gaze over your face, down your neck, back and forth between your breasts, unfortunately still covered. He must have felt the same because he didn’t linger on the clothes, but when he reached your thighs, clad in the black hose he snarled, baring his sharp teeth. Sharp teeth.

“Walter,” you teased. “What big teeth you have.”

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” he growled and pounced, swatting the picnic basket to the ground before lifting you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. He only needed a few steps before he could toss you back onto the plump bed. Your cape hood dropped off your head and your dress skirt hiked up a little, but not like it mattered.

Walter was between your legs, nudging your thighs wide with his own as he folded himself over you, arms caging your head. With a snarl, he began to nuzzle down your neck, sniffing along the way.

“You smell good,” he grunted as he drew a paw over your chest. “Smelled you from the moment I walked in the room, but I wanted to be closer. Like this.”

You peered down towards his hand and noticed the sharp claw of what should be an index finger drawn back and ready to slice through the black satin down your breast. The apron draped to your sides as easily as you’d put it on, practically one handed, and it was gone now. You didn’t really care if the white dress met the same fate as the apron, but the cape was quality. Surely there was no need to ruin it. You reached to untie the bow at your neck just as Walter sliced easily through the front of the dress. The rip as he reared back and grabbed a side of split fabric in both hands to finish the job was satisfying.

Since you’d decided to just leave off the bra and panties for the sake of time, you were now left like an unwrapped package on the bed, intricately woven stretchy black thread the only thing sitting between you and Walter. Your chest was heaving and so was his. And since he was now up on his knees instead of bent over you, you had a chance to glance away from his face toward his hips and you had to bite your lip.

He was huge. Like, possibly not gonna fit huge. He must have seen the hesitation on your face.

“Don’t worry,” came the sound as he dropped back off the bed, knelt on the floor, hooked his arms under your thighs, and tugged you to the edge of the bed. You felt his nuzzle against the skin of your belly, the warm, wet air of his exhale trailing down your side, into the crook of your thigh, and finally settling right on top of your cunt. He was so deft as he slipped a finger into your slit, then cut the thread between your legs as he pulled the finger free, widening the hole to give him greater access.

The noises you made could absolutely be interpreted as nothing other than consent, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t stop, as the contract said he could if he had any doubt about your permission. There could be no doubt.

“Please, don’t stop. Put your mouth on me. Make me cum.”

There was the slightest of huffs, as if he was smiling the briefest of victory smiles, before his assail began. It was measured, it was slow, it was a thorough gathering of information. It was infuriating. As you were about to open your impatient mouth and remind him that the clock was ticking the minutes away, like the insufferable bitch she was, he shifted tactics.

Every little nuance he’d taken note of, every amount of pressure and length of lick that produced some desired effect was now fortified. This was the only thing he did. And at a brisker rate, as if he’d calculated the pleasure you’d derived at the low speed and determined the exponential pleasure you’d get from the real speed.

They had not put mathematical genius in his bio, but here you were getting eaten alive better than anyone had ever done it before. And you dared say, maybe after. This could get expensive.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, when you were afraid the remaining time had to be expired because you kept awakening from mind bending bliss to find him still lapping and sucking at your pussy as if he just got started and how long had it been, my gods, you grabbed hold of the curly hair around his head and tugged as you begged.

“Stop. Stop,” you were breathless. “Walter, please stop. It’s so good. It’s too good. I don’t want you to stop but we have to stop. My time must be up, I have to go.”

His laugh wasn’t cruel, but it was sinister “We have time. Don’t worry. I made sure.”

You didn’t dare look at the clock. Your gaze was locked into his anyway, whites of his eyes replaced by a deep, lustful red. He held your stare while dragging his tongue and snout along your heated skin.

He slipped an arm under your waist, tugging your torso in one direction as he stepped a hind leg up to nudge your hips in the other. He settled in between your legs once he had you parallel to the edge of the bed. You threw your arms over your head as he caressed your outer thigh, coaxing it around his waist while bending to savor the scent you'd released for him. When he was satisfied, he moved again to climb over your body.

You were aching for him, arching into the heat radiating from the closeness of his form. As you reached for his neck to pull him even closer, you realized why he'd kissed you before the turn. It would be awkward now to put your mouth on his. The shape didn't lend itself to an easy slotting of lips against one another, though you yearned for the recent memory.

As if he could sense your desire, he leaned in and nuzzled against your neck, behind your ear, then along your throat. He pushed your chin up with his muzzle to bare your pulse to him and then he nipped.

You whimpered at the sensation and even as he licked to soothe it, he did it again, a little harder, just shy of breaking skin.

"Please," you begged, eager to feel the power, though you knew it was strictly forbidden and you trusted he did as well.

His growl was full of bravado, as if he was proud to have you begging him to break the rules.

"You wanna get me in trouble?" Walter grumbled in your ear as he ran his paws up and down your body, dragging his claws carefully over your skin. He snarled when they snagged on the stockings and looked to you for approval before he tore them away from your legs completely.

"If you can't bite me, then at least mate me," you pleaded, knowing full well he couldn't do that either but you were too far gone to care. It would at least get him thinking about sinking his cock in you one way or another.

He reached for the drawer of the heavy wooden night stand and produced a few foil packets, dropping all but one on the bedside table and handing you the last, prompting an eyebrow raised in question from you. His response was measured, as if he struggled to control something deep inside.

"You have another choice to make," he began with a low rumble as he sought understanding in your eyes. "I can't mate you directly and I'm sure you know that. I have access to...toys, equipment that would allow you to feel that sensation, but it won't be me. If instead, you're willing to use protection with me, I will gladly fill you up."

If he wouldn't go bare, so be it. He wiggled his claws as you attempted to hand him the packet, sure you'd make a debacle of trying to sheath the monster between his legs.

"Just to be safe, you'd better do it. These are pretty sharp. That ok?" he grunted at you in question.

You nodded and scooted out from under him, up the bed so you had a little leverage. He kept a knee on the mattress as he stood tall from his other hind leg still on the floor and waited for you to tear the package and roll the condom down his cock.

"Is there anything special I need to do to make it fit?" you asked, vaguely aware of how ridiculous the question sounded but eager nonetheless to get past this part and onto the one where Walter would be deep inside you, filling every inch, stroking every wall. You'd already seen the size, but forgotten your initial trepidation thanks to the glorious head he'd given you.

Surely, no standard drugstore rubber would cover it. His huff was kind, and you could swear you saw the twinkle of a smile in his eyes as he answered.

"We bring them in special. They're designed for a ... more substantial, and sometimes even exotic, need. But if you know how to use one, you know how to use them all. Still alright?"

You nodded with a smile, and set to work, letting the heft and feel of his member draw you back into your haze of lust and desire now that logistics were out of the way. You worked the rubber over his girth and found yourself imagining what it would be like to have him split you in two. You couldn't wait and he could tell.

"So eager," he grumbled as he grasped your shoulders and eased you onto your back.

You thought about trying to tame your excitement, but to what end? For a brief moment the thought that you surely didn't have much more time left flitted through your mind and then you let the excitement and anticipation take over.

"Please take me now," you begged and captured the side of your lower lip with your teeth as you once again pictured the incoming pleasure.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop," he murmured in your ear as he lowered himself over you. "Say 'woodsman' and I stop. Understood?"

He pulled back to find your reply and when he had his confirmation he didn't hold back any further. As if no time had passed between when he had coaxed so much moisture from your core and now, you were still dripping for him when he grabbed ahold of his thick member and placed the tip at your entrance.

Any other man would have slid in easily, but Walter wasn't any other man and he knew it. Once the tip breached your aching pussy, he carefully nudged a knuckle alongside, pressing in and loosening the way. You spread your legs wider for him and willed your walls to relax, though they wouldn't.

Remembering what he said during the exchange about the condom, you pulled a hand off his shoulder, down his furry chest, and in between your bodies, reaching for the spot where you were connected. The growl he let out when he realized what you were doing was invigorating and spurred you on.

You watched him bend his head down so he could take in the sight of you stroking him a few times before you began to massage the folds at your entrance. You let your fingers tease your clit and when you couldn't stand it any longer, a time which you were sure had already passed, you split your index and middle finger and gently coaxed your opening wider.

As he felt the ease, Walter sank ever deeper until he was bottomed out and pressed as far in as he could. You saw stars, immediately, and loosened even more, coating him with warmth and juices that helped his movements.

In another time, with another man, that may have been it. Most men, if they even took the time to draw an orgasm from you through the missionary position, would collapse in almost relief as soon as you came, spending their load and ending the night then and there.

But you'd already established Walter was no mere man. He took your sigh as his cue to help you feel that way again and again. And when he couldn't tear another orgasm from you in this position, no matter how hard he pumped or how high he got your legs over his head, he pulled out and flipped you to all fours and slammed back in from behind, eager to wrench at least one last shout of pleasure from your lips before he spilled his seed in the condom and sent you to your belly with a slap on your ass as he withdrew from you entirely.

"Am I charged extra for that?" you mustered the energy to ask once he'd returned from the bathroom. You peeled one exhausted eye open to see he was back to his human form, though still completely unclothed and you wondered if anyone was lucky enough to enjoy that experience as well.

"Sorry?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.

"Does this place charge by the volume? Was there a limit to the number of orgasms allowed? I imagine it has to be like the extra mini-bar charges they tack onto your bill when you check out of any other hotel, right?"

His laugh was deep and infectious. It reverberated through the room and your chest as he climbed into the bed beside you with the bowl of cheese and fruit in one hand and the bread in the other.

"We don't have a limit. You can have as many as you want. Care for a snack? Get your energy back?” Walter took the time to feed you small bites while your boneless body slowly recovered.

"We have to be so far over my time limit. Am I about to turn into a pumpkin now?" you asked after swallowing a final bite of bread.

Walter laughed again and it warmed your heart. Maybe he was just a really good actor, but nothing so far had rang false, so why would he try to fake this? He thought you were funny.

"No, nothing so drastic. But if you do want to rinse off before checkout, you should get a move on. I could carry you if you're still not up to moving just yet?"

You nodded, and as if you weighed nothing, Walter lifted you from the bed and deposited you in the shower cabin, away from the shower head while he fiddled with the water faucet. Once the steam began to rise, he pulled you in with him and helped you lather up and rinse off, careful to keep your hair away from the spray as best he could. Then he dried you off with a fluffy towel and helped you dress in your extra set of clothes, before tucking the cape in your bag with your original outfit.

"It's part of the basket fee," he answered your unasked question with a ridiculous wink. "If you book it again, they'll give you a discount, but you'll have to remember to bring it with you."

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the room again appeared as it did when you first entered what felt like hours ago. Surely more than two. Walter could sense your confusion.

“The hotel has some special features we don’t actually advertise,” he offered, as he pulled on his pants. “We use them at our discretion, but it means you get an experience unlike others. This room, for example, truly can transform into a deep forest. And I like to stretch the time here, especially for newcomers. When you walk out into that hall, it’ll be two hours since your arrival. We’ve been here for longer though. But do me a favor, wouldja? Keep that to yourself?”

You nodded and smiled, appreciative of his special treatment, then took one last look around the room to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Walter walked you to the door and gave you a final kiss goodbye.

“I do hope everything was to your satisfaction. Hopefully, you’ll come back sometime,” he grinned at you as you stumbled backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn away from his gorgeous face. You were absolutely going to figure out a way to pick up some extra shift and make your way back to this hotel again if it killed you.

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Oh Johnny ❤️prt. 1

Hey I’m back. This is a lil romantic smutty idea that I had tell me guys what you think and I will keep going with these series if you like it so. Leave a comment I love it❤️❤️

Johnny (Cmon Cmon) x f reader

⚠️: mentions of Smutt

He was finally gonna see her again. The woman who was haunting his nights and days. They had lived so happily together and everything felt so wonderful, so comforting when she was here.

And then everything started to feel so sad, so grey and it made them feel like they were unhappy together. But she still loved him with all her heart and he was keep on looking a real good reason to have left her when she was the most exquisite, perfect woman he had ever met and that he still loved her more than everything.

And when she arrived that night it was like a huge bomb in his heart. She was so beautiful, he hasn’t forgotten that, how could he had ? They were talking and talking he couldn’t get enough of her, it was supposed to be a single dinner, just totally by hasard they chose to dinner together. But this was the sign that he wanted her back, he never suffered more than when they separated and which was the biggest mistake in his life. She was laughing and smiling and being so funny and intelligent when she talks. It was impossible to look somewhere else. He could also notice that she was plunging her eyes deep inside his and that a fire could lit up inside. That the dinner could be cut by some comfortable silences, just deeply looking at each other, the air getting thick.

One of his ear still listening to her, but his mind started to drift away. He was remembering how it was to kiss her. Caressing her soft skin. And making sweet love to her. He could pass the whole weekend staying in bed, he was ordering food, feeding her. And then they were making love again and another time, the whole dreamy weekend… The Monday morning he would tenderly kiss her shoulder, waking her gently. He would hear her humming, she was slowly turning around and he could finally reach her lips. Invading her mouth with all his love, god how much he loves this woman. He would caress her thighs with the tips of his fingers and they would fall on the sides for him, no requirements. Already feeling himself dizzy and stiff, he would settle himself between her legs, his face would hide in the crook of her neck, whispering all his love to her, and softly, sweetly he would push himself ins-

« Look, I’m seeing someone. »

He just woke up completely from his daydream. That felt like somebody just had ripped his heart out and stabbed it a thousand times in front of him. His breathing was stopped by that and his mouth was slightly open. Her eyes were filled with tears. No, no, beauty don’t cry. This was so heartbreaking. She looked at the floor and suddenly she lifted her head, looking everywhere in the room, confused in her words.

« Look, I’m- I’m seeing him since like, um, not a while but… »

A big warm tear fell on her cheek, no beautiful girl don’t cry please please.

« I just feel like it was a big mistake, you were so unhappy and I thought it was because of me, so we took this decision together yes but… »

He looked down, he was a little confused now, where was she going. He calmly felt the weight of a cold shaking hand on his.

« But Johnny, I love you, so much my god you have no idea… if you want me to I will leave him Johnny…”

Oh my god, what should I do??

#johnny #johnny Cmon Cmon #johnny x reader #joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix smut #joaquin phoenix x reader #joaquin phoenix imagine

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wakeenkitten · 1 year

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All The Kittens is 2 years old !

#tumblr birthday #tumblr milestone

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wakeenkitten · 1 year

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Clean or dirty?

Hey all!

I wrote a smutty oneshot. You are a social worker and have to tell Arthur the bad news that his appointment fell through. Little do you know that you are placed in the Fleck household, to help Penny around the house. Arthur didnt forget how bratty you addressed him and has a bone to pick with you.

I tagged a whole bunch of people for this tone, do feel free to tell me if you don’t want to be tagged next time!

Also: this is not my best work, I can do a lot better than this. I have another request on my list, I promise you all that that’s going to be a lot better!

For the new people I tagged: check out my story Bird of Prey, leave a request or an ask for Arthur / Joker. Alright, lets got to the story!

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Hi! I know that it makes a lifetime that I haven’t posted anything but I’m going to try to be more active even if I have two followers lol I’ll do it for you two guys! I was looking for it since a while and impossible to find it so I DID IT!

PS: You guys don’t hesitate to send me requests, I thought about a Johnny from Cmon Cmon nsfw alphabet. Tell me if you would like it! ❤️

🫶Joe (You were never really here) NSFW Alphabet 🫶

⚠️: NSFW, some stuffs from the movie.

A=Aftercare(what they’re like after sex): Joe is always very caring with you, so after sex he will always ask you if he didn’t hurt you, If he hasn’t been too rough. You can see the frown on his face, when he is really listening to every words that you are saying to make sure that you are okay. Then he will circle you between his big muscular arms in which you feel so safe and lay your head on his solid chest and fall asleep together after a great time.

B=Body Part(Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners): He loves your whole body, but he is kinda obsessed with your ass, he will kiss spank and even suck your buttcheeks sometimes during oral. He also loves your pussy, no he adores your pussy, you were so insecure about it because it didn’t look like all these porn stars’ who had done surgery for it, but Joe looks at you there like he just found heaven, and he could not keep himself from telling you how beautiful and perfect it is and how good it feels around him. He doesn’t appreciate his body very much which is terrible and crazy for you because even though he is chubby he is just so firm and so hot. He likes his beard and his hair, he takes care of it also because he loves when you run your hands through it “it so soft that’s crazy”. He learns to like his dick because he sees in which state it puts you, and it takes time but you start to make him feel good in his gorgeous body.

C=Cum(anything to do with cum basically): Joe can be a little nervous about you getting pregnant, even if deeply inside of him he always wanted a child. But let’s be honest, he loves to cum on you, like he owns you, you are his little slut that he can breed , fill up or repaint her ass or her face, it wakes his animal instinct. When you blow him he will certainly cum inside your mouth, but when you guys fuck he likes to cum on your stomach all over it because he cums a lot, he produces so much semen even if you had sex the morning he will still spill a lot. He loves to cum on your face, when you are kneeling in front of him like that, like a good little girl and you drink and receive his babies. He loves that.

D=Dirty Secret(dirty secret of theirs)

Joe thinks that this is a dirty secret but when he is on some mission to hunt a horrible guy, what gives him a lot of strength and testosterone is that he imagines that all what these guys can do they are doing it to you and this is driving him crazy and he just wants to make these guys terribly suffer more than anything. Then he comes back home and he sees you asleep on the couch because you tried to wait for him but fell asleep, even though you were so nervous about the fact of him not coming back. All the pressure falls down and he can cherish you and live into his real life in which you rule, you put everything at its right place.

E=Experience(How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

It always been hard for Joe to keep a girlfriend because of his job. But he is mostly focused on your pleasure than his, he almost doesn’t care about his because he doesn’t need to, whatever you do drives him crazy. He is just so obsessed with watching you having pleasure that he is gonna do everything to make you come (obviously) and enjoy every second of it.

F=Favourite Position(no explanation needed)

You guys move a lot during sex, you like to try on new positions, Joe likes to explore all the ways that he can pleasure you. But he really likes spooning, just holding you close between his big muscular arms, making you feel safe while he drives inside of you again and again.

G=Goofy(are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous ect)

Joe is deadly serious, everything that he tells you he deeply thinks it during this moment and it’s always lovely thinks ( « I love you so much » « you feel so perfect » « god you’re so tight I feel so safe inside of you »). It’s a very intimate moment for him and after all what he has been through he really needs a safe place to prove his affection to the person who saved his life.

H=Hair(how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?ect)

Joe is not a very hairy guys everywhere but he has a big beard and this eyebrows, so he owns a big black bush down there. He takes care of it when he sees that he can start to disturb you like trimming his balls a little bit from time to time. But he just let his hair usually do their own life like his hair that he just ties in a bun and his beard that he lets grow until it becomes to long to do anything.

I=Intimacy(how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Joe is very romantic but more into a needing aspect, he needs you to live to breath, and he shows it to you during sex until it becomes even dirty. It is very important for him to preserve a sexual life because you need it so he uses it to show love to you because he is not a horny animal even if you drive him really crazy sometimes and that his primal instinct can sometimes pop out during sex, roar.

J=Jack Off(Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn’t jerk off, but he loves to finger You. Feeling you clench and pulse around his fingers, he LOVES that. During a movie you’ll just have to give a little sign of horniness like needy kisses in his neck and he will rub his big hands on your thighs until he arrives to the top. And then of course he will take you to the room and make you scream all the moans from A to Z. You realized that you were even dirtier than him sometimes!

K=Kink(One or more of their kinks)

He is a lot into dom/sub stuff. OBVIOUSLY he is dom and you are his little baby girl or princess that he takes care of. He likes to take care of the deal so when you ask him to take care of something and that you would answer by a « thank you daddy » he feels so important and manly and in charge that it drives him wiiiiiiiild. You should be ready not to walk straight for a whole week lil hoe lol.

L=Location(favorite places to do the do)

It must be home, he doesn’t feel safe anywhere else. He needs to be totally safe to share intimacy with you. It generally happens in the bedroom, but believe it doesn’t make the thing boring! But sometimes it can happen on the couch when some sloppy kisses are exchanged in front of a movie.

M=Motivation(what turns them on, gets them going) When you rub your hands on his chubby stomach that you want to make him love. When you are caring a whole day with him because he had a hard job the night before and that he feels like he needs to thank you for it. When you are wearing his shirt, he is so bigger than you that he truly finds that’s adorable but terribly hot if you don’t wear anything under it.

N=NO(Something they wouldn’t do, turns offs) Everything that is a little too much. He can be a little kinky but he would not do something that brings somebody else like voyeurism. Bondage is not his stuff neither (he is already strong enough why would he need to tie you up). Degradation towards him or you, but praising oh yeah he loves that.

O=Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skills) Don’t misunderstand, he really loves when you take care of him! But he just LOVES to go down on you, spreading your little legs with his big hands, watching you go crazy, breathing hard, and god he loves your taste he could just eat you as his dessert at every meal. He likes the feeling of your juices wetting his beard. And he just loves it like leave the man enjoy his life. He is verrrry good at it so it’s absolutely not a matter for you. He can even be creative! He takes the care to finger you at the same time when he does it to feel you clench and pulse. Soooo perfect, of course it will make him hard and you will have to have sex after.

P=Pace(are they fast and rough?slow and sensual?) He will start in a romantic slow pace and then will grab you by the hips and fuck the shit out of you. He suddenly let this big animal come out of him, this primal instinct. He will go faster and faster, and you are usually the first to come with him, and will keep that fast pace making your body bounce like a fucktoy until he spills his seed inside of you.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how

often, etc.) Nah he doesn’t like quickies, sex is important in your relationship he likes to do it well and he wants to make sure that you came too that you enjoyed the thing. So no quickies.

R=Risk(are they game to experiment, do they take risk) Not really. He would always be worried to be followed by a bounty hunter and he would never forgive himself to have put you in danger, so public places are not his thing or just unusual places. But he likes to try on new things with you as far as you stay safe at home.

S=Stamina(how many rounds can they go for? Do they last long?) Like I said, you are almost always the first to come because Joe’s stamina is impressive. He can go on and on and on. It happens that he stays inside of you after both of you are done, your juices building up inside, and you feel him slowly getting hard again without even needing to go out of you. Seriously impressive.

T=Toy(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) No he is not really into that. He prefers to eat you out himself. You are HIS girl and even when he is away he prefers you to wait for him. And on him he would definitely not use toys. He also been traumatized by the ones he found in the pedos rooms. So it makes him very uncomfortable.

U=Unfair(How much they like to tease)

Joe is not really a tease, when he wants you he will manifest himself. But he likes pretty much when you tease him. Calling for daddy and all that, he will try to not care but obviously it was all an act and he finally grabs you and take you with him to the room.

V=Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make) Joe can let escape a few grunts during sex but he is pretty quiet. He is mostly breathing very hard, and harder and harder closer he gets to coming. He will drive inside of you very fast making you bounce and scream and will finally come in a loud animalistic groan, almost like a roar. Like the big teddy bear that he is.

W=Wild Card(Get a random headcanon)

He loves the fact that you are so small compared to him. Just taking in his arms, trying to envelop you completely to protect you from all the horrible things in this world. He is a very sweet man and you love him also for that!

X=X-Ray(what’s under there?) Well, Well, WELL. Joe is… how do you guys would say? HUGE. He is long like around 6 inches, but he is mostly very thick. His cock is gorgeous, veiny and nice mushroom tip that he likes to rub on your clit and that glistens when he gets horny. You love to see those veins pumping of blood when he gets hard, oh my… You two were pretty worried the first time, and it’s still a little worry to enter you with his log. But once he is inside after the first time, he is just hitting every spots and it is just extraordinary, Joe never misses to make you cum. And with the time he has to admit that he loves to hear you scream « Fuck, it’s so big baby! ».

Y=Yearning(How high is their sex drive?)

He is not a horny guy, he will wait until you ask for it, of course he will gladly accept it at any time, he is still a man after all! But he prefers to give you this job, to leave you space, he doesn’t want to be one of those guys who are begging and harassing their girlfriend for a little blowjob. Sometimes you two are on the couch and you get closer to him, you can see the imprint of his big erection against his sweatpants but he will not move until you decide to put your hand on it. Your big big lovely man.

Z=ZZZ(…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It takes a while. Joe doesn’t sleep a lot and most of his « jobs » are at night. So it happens that you have sex before he has to go. But he loves to watch you fall asleep, holding you and caressing your hair until you are slowly losing yourself. He will just rub his nose on your hair and your scent will make him fall asleep. Such a pleasure to hold the woman that you love after having showed it to her.

#you were never really here #Joaquin phoenix #Joaquin phoenix smut #joe x reader #smut alphabet #joe ywnrh smut #joaquin phoenix x reader #joaquin+phoenix+smut

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If only you knew | Arthur Fleck x reader smut | NSFW

Summary: A little hole in the wall leads to Arthur seeing you in the privacy of your bathroom, mindlessly taking a shower. Who knew that the brittleness of Gothams flats could also have advantages?

Note: I have no idea how this idea popped into my nasty head, but I had to write it down. My first time writing anything smutty, might suck

had to repost my fics bc my old acc got flagged, sorry! Part 2 coming soon! x

Warnings: nsfw content ahead, don’t read if you’re under 18, masturbation, voyeurism, some cursing, unspecified age gap

Word count: 1,870-ish

He had seen you around before. In the hallways, sometimes the city streets. You were new in town, and god only knows what made you move to Gotham out of all places. You were young, naturally pretty and way too optimistic for this terrible city. He had been wanting to talk to you. You seemed kind, but terribly busy, always unpacking boxes or going somewhere. He heard that you were actually studying at Gothams university, but he didn’t know. You had never talked before, and yet there was something the two of you really needed to discuss.

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wakeenkitten · 2 years

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Hey guys! It took sooo much time but it’s finally there! This is a very dirty fic with a lot of curse so read at your own risk.

⚠️⚠️⚠️: SMUT;DADDY/CLOWN KINK; CURSE

Carnival x Reader

Y/N was always so nice to him, it was already making 6 years that she was living in the appartement next to his. The same corridor, the same line and he never dared to ask her to dinner with him. He didn’t know a lot about her but she was always so nice and she was never looking at him like a weirdo, he could feel it. And she was so beautiful, a beauty like her, you could only meet them 2 or 3 times in a life.

And he was just a stupid clown, nobody wants to date a clown!

But he liked his job even though it wasn’t what he dreamed of, he was energetic in his work.

There he was, jumping and dancing and moving the « everything must go » sign. He didn’t saw them arrive. Suddenly somebody hit the sign, stole it and ran. It was a group of three young people who just wanted to act like thugs. Noooo, he couldn’t afford to lose this job! He started to run after them, which was pretty hard with the long clown shoes.

« Stop them! Stop them! »

Nobody seamed to care, but he was used to it. He ran as fast as he could but lost them in sight. Breathing hard, he turned into a little street. A sudden smash arrived on his face. He fell to the ground next to what stayed of the destroyed sign. He struggled opening his eyes, and he felt the beatings arriving. He just stayed like that, waiting for it to stop. They were kicking his stomach, his legs. He was putting his hands on his dick to protect something sensitive, but he kept on moving his face to don’t get hit on the head who was dizzy enough.

Somebody screamed something like « Hey! » and the thugs looked behind them and ran away. Arthur heard fast footsteps coming to him. He opened his eyes and he sweared that it only could have been an angel. She was there, the girl that he was thinking about night and day. Y/N tilted her head and asked him with a worried face: « are you okay? »

Everything was more than okay now. « Can you move? », he didn’t answered, he was just staring at her with fascination.

She checked his whole body but it was hard to see any bruises or even broken bones with this clown costume. « Maybe you should come with me ». She looked at him, she hadn’t noticed his eyes before, beautiful and flamboyant green eyes who seemed to be so dark right now. His fixed sight made her blush. Oh my god, he made her blush! He wasn’t dreaming, the pain was real, but he totally forgot it because she was here. She looked at him from head to toes and something had seemed to light up inside of her. « Come with me, I can’t leave you on the ground like that ». She was beautiful, nice, and he knew that she was also very smart but now he just discovered that she was the purest soul that he ever met.

Arthur started to move and he got up. « What’s your name? »

He was going to say it, but he remembered that maybe she was going to run away, realizing that he was Arthur her sad neighbor.

« Um…Carnival. »

« Oh i see, that’s original! » she was giving him a certain fire in her sight. He followed her to her apartment, which he perfectly knew the location.

So, she didn’t recognized him, he was going to enter into her privacy… All these nights he was thinking about her, he even had stole one of her panties that she had forgot at the downstairs laundry once.

She unlocked the door and let him in. « Go, please ». She was so adorable, he just wanted to kiss her…everywhere. He tried to walk well but the pain was still there, he needed to sit. « Go sit on the couch I come back! ». He went to the couch and winced while sitting, they had hit his ass too, bastards.

He waited around twenty minutes but he still waited, her sweet home was so cute, a lot of pictures on the fridge, plants, her bedroom’s door was open and he was able to see some plushies on her bed. One of the big plushies was a kawaii clown, how funny! He took off his stupid wig, how stupid he felt with that. She came back with a first aid kit and she went to the fridge grabbing packs of ice, she was wearing a bathrobe now, why?

« I’m sorry I hope that you didn’t wait too long » she looked like she putted on a little bit of makeup, not too much but enough to pulp her gorgeous lips and darken the lashes of her beautiful eyes. She untied her long shiny hair, she looked so natural and… sensual, sexy. Like a nature goddess. « Umm yeah umm I mean no! Don’t worry » he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She found his shy, tender side so sweet, every time that she caught him staring at her he just immediately looked away, embarrassed. But this clown makeup was so hot, she was getting so wet, this bathrobe was hiding a lot.

He didn’t know it but that clown plushie was there for a reason, rubbing her throbbing pussy against it every night, thinking bout a sexy mysterious clown who could make her feel elated.

She was wearing perfume he could smell it, why did she got all pretty? Why with him? It could not be for him. Maybe another guy was going to come over after that. She was just a kind soul who wanted to help a guy in distress, she wasn’t attracted to him.

She gave him multiple packs of ice for his body, and she started to clean the only bleeding cut on his face. If he could have a hundreds of little cuts, her face was so close to his. « I Hope it doesn’t hurt »

« Not at all » it must have been the first words that he told her since the last 30 minutes. « I think it’ll be okay » she said, stopping her sweet attention. She pitted the pad away and suddenly stared into his eyes. She looked out of breath. Why was she staring at him like that? « You have very beautiful eyes you know? That is the first thing I’ve noticed in you » she said while blushing. Woaw was she hitting on him? « And…I love your makeup! » a little giggle escaped her lips. Fuck, he was starting to get hard by her giving him that look and biting her bottom lip. She noticed his growing member that he was trying to hide, but at the moment he moved to hide it she noticed it. She suddenly looked like she gasped. She moved her hand to his thigh. « Do I make uncomfortable, honey? » he was feeling the sweat on his forehead. « N-no don’t worry ».

« Oh my goood » she said almost in a moan. She was untying her bathrobe’s string. « You know what I was doing in the bathroom this whole time, clown daddy? » she revealed her beautiful body covered by lace lingerie on so little areas. « N-no »

« I was giving myself pleasure, imagining your hand instead fingering my pussy ». « Fuck » that’s it, he lost it, he spread his legs because his cock was stifling in there. « You want me to take care of you? » the look in her eyes was for him, her dirty talks were for him, all this was for him. He suddenly felt like the king of the world, the king of clowns, and felt confidence grow in him. « Yeah sweetheart, do it » the look in his eyes was savage now. She looked like a stunning lacy slut. The fact that he was into it was drove her wild. « Ooooh okay ». She answered with a big grin. She unzipped his pants and took out his large massive cock. Fuck! He was so skinny but that circus stick was way far from skinny. His heartbeat was visible in his veins and a big drop of precum was holding strongly on his head. She opened her mouth, letting her pink tongue come out, licking the sugar drop away. « Oooh yes baby, go on, take me in your mouth ». She started to suck his head witch was already hard to fit in her mouth. She licked the sides of his throbbing member, and tried to take him the deepest she could in her mouth, tears pricking on the corner of her eyes. His grunts and the dirty wet noises were filling the room. Her pussy was sticking to her panties. « Oooh babygirl wait, I want to fuck you » she took him out of her throat, « oh yes clown daddy, pleeease » she said, pounting. « Get up and take these off » she did as he said. « Good now sit here » he said while pointing the side of the couch. She sat there, and he spread her legs. « Oh my god, look at that » he whispered to himself. « You’re fucking wet for me baby aren’t you? » she was so horny she really needed him now, she didn’t let herself cum in the bathroom, she wanted to try him first. « Oh yes clown daddy I am ». He ran his long finger on her swollen slit. And then… he penetrated her with it, god how tight she was! « Ooooh daddyyyyy » her face expression was the must of pleasure. He fingered fucked her for a while and then he curled it. « Mmmhm my god! Daddy! Fuuuuck ».

Her moans were crazy, he was himself moaning loud just for the sight of that gorgeous pink kitty so soaked for him. « Please! I need you now! ».

Hé took out his finger and pulled down his pants. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him on the cough. She got up and sat on top of him. « Mmmhmm clown Daddy » she gave him the dirtiest look that he has seen so far while licking her lips. « Fuck, Cmon baby ride it for clown daddy ». She rubbed her slit against his length, the tip of his cock was feeling her wetness and it suddenly rubbed against her clit which drove her crazier. Y/N grabbed his cock and slowly slit it inside of her. « Ooooooh my goood, you’re so big! » she said while her eyes were going into her skull and her mouth was agape. « God baby you’re so tight, you feel so good! You’re a fucking slut, a fucking slut for daddy right? ». He started to move fast, filling her up. « Ooooh yeeeesss » she wasn’t going to last long, she already had to stop herself in the bathroom. « Daddy I’m gonna cummm » the noises in this room were so dirty, her moans, his, and the sound of his fat cock driving into her on a fast pace. « Don’t cum yet kitten, daddy almost there too ». It must be the best day of his life, his stamina was so good, and he was fucking the girl that he loves, one thing is sad is that maybe she only was interested into him because of her clown kink and not really…into him. « Cmon kitten who’s your clown daddy? ».

« Oh fuck you are, oh my god your cock so biiiig clown daddy !». Her baby pouting face turned him on, she was tightening around him, it was getting hard to push his massive dick into her small hole. « Daddyyyy, I can’t contain myself I’m gonna cuuuuum, rub my clit it’s gonna be so intense! ». He did as she asked, doing circle on her little rosebud. « Oooooh fffffuuck, i touch myself thinking about you every night clown daddy! ». He was battering into her like a mad man now. She was jumping on his cock, riding him like a cowgirl, her hips moving like crazy. And she suddenly came around him, screaming like the bitch in heat that she is. Arthur stopped to thrust and waited for her spasms to calm, she was out of breath and she collapsed on his chest, giving it sticky kisses. He slid out off her, still hard dick aching. She lifted herself on her knees. « Cmon here baby, let me cum on that angel face ». She opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, ready to receive his seed giving him a great submissive look. He was stroking his clown stick fast and he shot his white juices on her face and boobs in a grunt.

He was totally naked now, he just had the clown makeup on him, he had taken off the rest of his clothes but he didn’t remembered when. He took her in his arms on the couch and they stayed like that for a while. When he saw that she was slowly falling asleep, he got up and dressed up. He was silently making his way to the door when heard: « you were great Arthur, come back to me when you want clown daddy ». So she knew… he suddenly felt so shy again. He just waved a little goodbye and left.

Arrived behind the door, he sighed, elated.

She knew after all, that was very special but sooo amazing. Maybe he could go visit her sometimes as a clown if she likes clowns. Clown daddy… That’s what he wanted to be now… a clown.

#joaquin phoenix x reader #carnival x reader #joaquin+phoenix+smut #joaquin phoenix joker

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wakeenkitten · 2 years

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Bruh your writing is soooo good! could you do some joe NSFW headcanons? If you're uncomfortable with that I understand❤️

NSFW is welcome here ;) enjoy some Joe headcanons! Sorry for the delay btw! Thank you for your patience 💚

Joe NSFW Headcanons

• Intimacy is a near and dear development and you and Joe’s relationship. He’s very reserved and him making the first move sexually was off the table and, after waiting a few wildly frustrating months for him to pursue you that way, you finally just straight out asked him if he wanted to take it to that level, pouting with your arms crossed over your dinner at your place, dating for 8 months before risking it. Joe was stuttering over his words about it, coughing on your handmade jambalaya, before requesting to start with the little things and work it up there: making out a bit more, then some handjobs and fingering, after a week or two, oral, and, after a month of working up to it, you two had sex. You were on birth control, having an IUD, so you let him do it raw and he came all over your stomach (after trying hard to not cum) after ten minutes.

• He wasn’t a virgin, but sex just... wasn’t something that happened frequently with him. He’d had a lengthy dry spell with job after job and, seeing the gross sexual aspect of his job, he wants the women he’s with to know sex isn’t a requirement to be with him; unfortunately, a lot of the time with his casual dating, women thought he saw them as undesireable or waited so long for him to strike first, they left. You worried the same, but, after asking to start doing sexual things, it seemed a switch in him flickered and he couldn’t keep his hands off you; Joe was almost impatient and you loved it.

• His stamina is really a thing of wonders. The first time you had done it, the sheer anxiety of it made him cum quickly, you smiled and went to kiss him, thinking your rendezvous ended after he came, but he simply put it back in and fucked you thoroughly long after. Joe prefers you to swallow his load, but doesn’t second guess if you ask him to cum on your tits or face (spoiler alert: he cums a lot, almost a bit too much for you). There’s not a finer sight for him to see than you taking his pumps of hot cum down your throat and swallowing it down for him. The first time you showed him your mouth full of him cum, swallowed it down in a big gulp, then opened wide for him to show him you swallowed it all, a mischeivous twinkle in your eyes. You walked funny for two days after.

• Joe doesn’t mind rough bouts, but he prefers slow love-making it. After his dry spell, he loves the feeling of his cock in you, your warmth and the looks on your face as he fills you up, it makes it hard for him to sleep without you next to him; most nights, you wake up with his lips on your neck for a mid-night fuck before he rolls back ofer and shushes you to sleep again. He likes to do it multiple times a day to make up for lost time when he’s away on timely jobs. He can tell when you gets a little fidgety and have darting eyes from all the other times you asked him to be a bit rough on you and complies, gripping your hips hard enough to make them red, smacking your ass, pulling your hair to reveal the nape of your neck and leave it ruined with hickeys that’ll stay for days as a reminder that you’re his baby.

• His favorite position is spooning. Holding you while he thoroughly fucks you is one of the most satisfying things he has the pleasure to experience in life, feeling the way you quiver when his cock reaches that special spot and getting the scent of your shampoo is an indescribable heaven for him. “I love you” slips out constantly while he makes love to you, he just can’t say it enough. He knows you know, but he’ll be damned if you don’t hear it until it’s branded on your mind, until, if any doubt comes to you, you’ll know how loved you are by him.

• Kisses you so deeply in semi-public settings that it leaves you wanting for later. Joe loves, loves, loves feeling your lips, your new chapstick rubbed off on his lips, he kisses you too long before you or him go off to work, in the car before you head into the grocery store, in the kitchen while visitors are in the living room, he gets off the power knowing kisses you like that leaves you fidgety the rest of the evening until at night, you’re rubbing at his bare chest so much, your lips nipping at his neck that he has to get up a lock the door, close the blinds, and turn up the television’s rerun of “I Love Lucy” before slipping off his plaid pajama pants and tearing off your nightgown and making you mewl like a bitch in heat.

• He can’t end his day without eating you out at least once. When he comes back from a tiring mission, when he pulls you in for a hug, catching the intoxicating scent of your perfume, his instincts demand that he lap you up as quickly as you can get to the bedroom. You tap into his less brutal primal instincts. His job demands he use animalistic instincts, instincts of bare brutality, but you just elicit this animal instinct to stick his cock in you and make it nice and warm in your wetness. But make no mistake, he is a gentleman if there ever was one and chivalry is key to him; you can and will come on his cock and, at the end, you will be rewarded with the gentlest cuddles, nestled deep under your comforter, bare backs on your headboard, lips still locked after an hour and some of love-making, listening to the loud white noise of “The Twilight Zone” on the television. You give each other your bodies’ and, everytime, you feel your hearts swell up with a bit more love than the last time you made love.

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love of animals ~ joaquin phoenix

word count: 2025

request?: yes!

“Could I request a Joaquin Phoenix imagine where the reader is younger and works at an animal shelter or something similar, and Joaquin goes into the shelter looking to adopt and falls for reader? (Is sounds so cringy sorry khskjd)”

description: when he brings his son to get a pet, the last thing he expects is to fall for the cute shelter worker

pairing: joaquin phoenix x female!reader

warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

masterlist (one, two)

Joaquin smiled as he watched his son bounce with excitement through the rearview mirror.

It had been a rough year to say the least. First he had been so busy with filming his upcoming projects that he didn’t get a lot of time to spend with River or Rooney, which unfortunately led to Rooney ending their engagement. They had worked out a joint custody situation, but it was hard for Joaquin to stick to it when he was rarely ever home.

After finishing his latest project and Rooney agreeing to let him have River for longer than the custody agreement, Joaquin decided to try and make it up to his infant son for lost time. One of these idea included taking the boy to the local animal shelter so he could pick out a dog to adopt.

It was all River could talk about since he had woken up. He kept asking his father, “Puppy now, daddy?” until Joaquin finally put him in his car seat and started towards the shelter. Even when they arrived at the shelter, he had to carry the boy in to stop him from running away from him in excitement.

A lady at the front desk greeted them and Joaquin told her they were looking to adopt a dog. The lady led them to the area where they kept all the dogs.

“If you have any questions, you can ask (Y/N),” she told them. “She’s our resident puppy expert.”

At the sound of her name, a woman appeared from around the corner of cages. She was followed by a small, white dog, who was excitedly jumping around her in attempts to get the treat she was holding in her hand. She smiled at Phoenix men. Joaquin was taken aback by her beauty, but quickly snapped himself out of that train of thought. He was here to get a dog for River and that was it.

“Well, what do we have here?” she asked. “A little man looking to meet his best friend?”

River looked at the unknown woman for a moment before burying his head in Joaquin’s neck. (Y/N) chuckled at his reaction.

“Shy, I understand,” she said. She extended the hand that was holding the dog treat, causing the dog’s head to move along with her. “Here, would you like to give little Lola here a treat? Don’t worry, she’s really friendly, and she knows a lot of tricks.”

Joaquin approached the woman as River slowly lifted his head. He was hesitant for a moment, but eventually outstretched his hand and took the dog treat. The white dog, Lola, happily jumped around as Joaquin knelt down so River could stand on the floor. She ran up to them and sniffed River excitedly, causing the boy to giggle. He threw the treat onto the floor and Lola devoured it within seconds.

“Nice job,” (Y/N) said. “She’ll follow you around the whole time you’re here now just for that. But, I do hate to break the news that Lola isn’t a part of our adoptable puppies. She’s my little girl.”

Lola barked in response which caused River to giggle.

“Is there any specific dog you guys are looking into adopting?” she asked.

“Not really,” Joaquin responded. “Just looking for a companion for this little guy.”

(Y/N) turned to River and asked, “Is there any type of dog you’re looking for then, little man?”

“Puppy!” River exclaimed excitedly.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Well, you’re in luck. We happen to have all sorts of puppies here. Come, I’ll show you to our youngest furry friends.”

Joaquin took River’s hand to follow (Y/N). With each cage they passed, more dogs would hurry over and bark at them in excitement. It nearly broke Joaquin’s heart. He had such a love for animals that he wished he could take every one of the little guys home with him and show them the love that they deserve.

(Y/N) looked over her shoulder and noticed the all too familiar look on Joaquin’s face. “Wanna take them all home, don’t you?”

He snapped out of his thoughts to look back at her. She was smiling at him. He awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah. I wish I could. It’s awful that they’re all here just waiting for someone to take them home.”

(Y/N) nodded. “It gets hard to be here sometimes and watch the disappointment in their faces when they’re not picked. People don’t think dogs have the same emotions and such that we do, but that’s far from the truth. Dogs are a lot smarter than we give them credit for.”

“All animals are,” Joaquin agreed.

“They are, and we treat them so terribly.” (Y/N) shook her head. “Whoa, sorry. I’m getting a little too deep. Luckily, we’ve arrived to the puppy zone.”

The “puppy zone” was a smaller section of cages that held multiple puppies. They were all either playing or napping, but the minute the three of them walked in all their attention was drawn to them.

“Here we have puppies from a few months old all the way to one year old,” (Y/N) explained. “We put multiple in one cage so they can get used to interacting with one another, and because a few of them came in together so they’re kind of attached.” She turned to one of the cages and unlatched the door, opening it just enough that the puppies couldn’t get out. “Do you wanna go in? I always say the best way to pick a furry friend is to play with them a bit and let yourself bond with them.”

River looked up at Joaquin, who smiled and nodded. With his dad’s permission, the boy excitedly got into the cage and immediately sat down with the puppies. His giggles and screeches of excitement rang through the room as the puppies ran up and began sniffing and licking him.

Joaquin smiled at his son. He was glad to see him so happy and so excited. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy to drag the boy away from the puppy pile, but at least he was having this moment of happiness that Joaquin could be there for.

He looked over at (Y/N), who was also happily watching the scene. He couldn’t stop himself from taking in her beauty once again. She was a few years younger than him and dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt with her hair put up in a messy ponytail - or rather it had been put up in a clean ponytail and taking care of the dogs made it messy. She was unaware of anyone looking at her, so she wasn’t putting on a façade or anything. She was just effortlessly beautiful.

“You weren’t wrong before,” he said suddenly before he could stop himself. (Y/N) looked up at him and arched an eyebrow. “About how we treat animals, I mean. Humans, we view animals as less than us so we treat them that way, but they’re a lot more important to our way of life than we could ever realize.”

(Y/N) looked at him for a moment and Joaquin began to worry maybe he had stepped out of line a little, or that he had gone too far with what he was saying.

“I’ve never heard someone perfectly describe the way I’ve felt while working here,” she said. He let out a quick sigh of relief that he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “I’ve always loved animals. My parents told me I should be a vet when I grew up, but I would never be able to be the one to tell people their pet would have to be put down, let alone having to do it. Working in a rescue shelter was the next best thing for me, but it’s still hard. We have animals come in who were abandoned or who are coming from abusive homes and they’re so scared and timid. It takes a lot of work to get some of these babies to come out of their shells for us, let alone for people who want to adopt them.”

Joaquin shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it. How do you not take every one of them home?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Fantastic willpower, for one. But I also reassure myself that these babies will find loving homes eventually. It just takes time, and until that time comes, I get to spend almost every day with them.”

“I like your optimism.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “Thank you.”

She’s so beautiful. What are the chances I can take her home with me instead?

Joaquin quickly shook the thought from his head. He glanced over at (Y/N) and was grateful to see that her full attention was on the puppies again and not him.

All the puppies in the cage had eventually calmed down and went back to playing or their naps, but there was one that was laying on River’s lap. He was a small pup, no more than two or three months old, with jet black fur everywhere besides a white spot on his eye and white paws. River was gently petting the puppy as he snoozed away on his lap.

“I think he may have found the one,” (Y/N) whispered to Joaquin.

Joaquin entered the cage slowly and knelt down next to his son. “Do you like this one, little guy?”

River nodded excitedly. “He’s friend, daddy.”

Joaquin smiled at him. “Well, I guess he’s the one, then.”

After some time, they managed to coax River out of the cage and back to the main area. (Y/N) took a sign to put on the cage to say that their puppy was on hold while the lady at the desk explained the process of checking up on the potential adopters before they could adopt the puppy. Joaquin was too distracted by the thought of (Y/N) to really listen to what was being said.

He was filling out the necessary paperwork when (Y/N) returned. He managed to finish it with no errors and passed it back to the front desk lady.

“He’s still asleep, so he doesn’t know he’s on hold yet,” she told them. “But he will undoubtably be very excited when he finds out. Especially when he finds out that his new friend is the one adopting him.”

Joaquin had lifted River into his arms again. “What do you say to the lady for helping pick out your puppy?”

“Thank you,” River said.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I’ll miss the little guy, but I’m glad he has two amazing new family members that will keep him company.”

She started to turn and walk away. Joaquin realized his moment to try and say something to her was fleeting. If he didn’t say anything now, he likely would never see her again.

“Maybe you can come see him,” he suddenly blurted.

(Y/N) turned back to him. “I would love to, but I can’t do that. He’s yours now, I can’t just follow all the puppies around to their new homes.”

“I know, but I mean…maybe…you could come over sometime for like…dinner or something, and he’ll happen to be there for you to see.”

A small smirk pulled on (Y/N)’s lips. “Are you asking me out, Mr. Phoenix?”

There was something about the way she said his name that drove him wild. “Yes, yes I am.”

“You realize that taking me out on a date won’t get you approved to adopt the puppy, right?”

He let out a laugh. “No, I know it won’t. I’m asking for myself, not for the dog.”

(Y/N) reached behind the counter and grabbed a stack of sticky notes and a pen. She scribbled something on the note then placed it so it stuck on Joaquin’s jacket.

“Then call me,” she said. “I’d love to do dinner some time.”

As they left the shelter, Joaquin couldn’t decide which of them was more excited; River for his puppy, or him for his potential date.

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wakeenkitten · 2 years

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Would you guys like me to write something with Carnival? (I have an idea, something like sooo dirty😵‍💫) tell me! ❤️❤️

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wakeenkitten · 2 years

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This is my first fic! Don’t hesitate to leave a comment or a request! I wrote a super dirty smut with Joaquin and Y/N (so you) . I hope you liked it guys❤️❤️❤️

WARNING: SMUT, DADDY ISSUES

LOVERS MORNING

Y/N L/N and Joaquin Phoenix, the moment couple. Some people are so mad, they kept on speaking on the age gap. But they just don’t care, they love and respect each other and that is the most important.

For Y/N, Joaquin is her king, she feels safe and loved with him. His green eyes drive her crazy and he is from far the best lover that she ever had. His goofy side make her laugh and the fact that they could have huge laugh together and five minutes after talking bout serious deep stuffs is the strong thing of their relationship.

For Joaquin, Y/N is a pure goddess. He can’t even describe the love that he has for her and the luck to have her in his life. Her tender eyes and pink lips captivate him. Her sweet and nice side make him melt but at night when she becomes his dirty little kitten… She is so smart and everything that she could say heals his heart and her presence make him feel better. She is hilarious, he never found anybody who made him laugh more than her. And about talent, they both are so talented and they were captivated by each other. After all what they went through they finally found the happiness into their couple and nobody would take that away from them. She was making sure that he was feeling happy and him that nobody would hurt her, he could become fucking mad if somebody would lay a finger on his kitten.

They were happy and madly in love with each other, a perfect love with a perfect life.

That morning, when Y/N arrived in the kitchen with her little pajamas shorts Joaquin was already feeling his cock begging for mercy.

She felt tender yet rough masculine hands gripping her hips from behind. « Hi love ». She recognized the voice of her boyfriend. « Hey baby », that sweet voice that he was hoping to hear way louder in a minute. Her perfume was so addictive, so he plunged his nose into her hair which made her giggle. « Mmmmh you smell so good». His hoarse voice turned her on, she knew what he was waiting for. He started to kiss her neck while gripping at her soft skin. « Baby, I have to watch the breakfast, or it will burn » she said pounting and looking at the vegan breakfast in the pan.

« I don’t give a single fuck » he bit her neck and Y/N let out a moan.

« Mmmhm, you like this little kitten? » he murmured against her neck.

God he was so hot, his hands gripping at her ass, she was feeling her pussy getting wet, hot and sticky. Joaquin removed one of his hand from her ass and pushed his digits against her clothed cunt.

« I can feel that you’re all swollen and soaked through your shorts little slut »

« Oh Daddy! » yes they were into that.

He couldn’t wait one more minute, his cock was aching in his sweatpants and it was starting to be painful.

He lift her in his strong muscular arms and carried her to the lunch table. He laid her on her stomach. She was lifting her ass to receive pleasure or even a spank or two. He tossed her sporty shorts to the side and slowly penetrated her with two fingers. « Oh fuck Y/N, You’re so fucking wet!”

« Oh daddy please, fuck me! »

« Wait a minute kitten, I want to have fun a little bit first »

He curled his calloused fingers into her little cunt and that’s when Y/N lost it, she was contracting and moaning so hard on his fingers that he was feeling that she was going to cum. « Oh yes Joaquin, don’t stop ! »

She was on the edge ready to explode on his digits, her wetness was dripping on his hand. He loved what he saw a lot, he was himself grunting behind his love and his cock was going to pop out by itself.

Y/N was going to come hard, her nipples hard and pointing through her top, she was feeling her release so close and her boyfriend removed his fingers.

« Nooooo, Joaquin please! »

« Wait babe »

He pulled down his sweatpants, those grey sweatpants we know what grey sweatpants do to asses like his, such a pleasure to watch. He grabbed his cock, the sudden contact of skin on his aching member took him out a moan. Y/N quickly looked behind her, her pussy twitching with impatience, she saw Joaquin’s big cock ready to give her the best time of her life, his veins and his length, god she was already shaking her ass to receive attention. « Daddyyyy please » with a pout. « Yes kitten I’m there »

He placed his dick on her entering.

« Daddy be gentle ! » he knew that huge cock like his were pretty hard to fit into tight little kitties like hers.

« Yes kitten don’t worry »

He put his thumb on her clit wich was so sensitive already. He rubbed it slowly, doing circles.

« Oooooh Daddy yeees » the tears were prickling in her eyes of pleasure.

And he gently penetrated her. He was half in the way and it was getting hard to push his length through her tightness even though she was terribly wet. « oh god kitten you’re so fucking tight, it’s hard to cram in that » he finally pushed his whole member between her walls.

Their bodies were covered with sweat and juice on some areas. He kept on rubbing her pink clit and started to move. She was starting to stretch out a little bit so he could fuck her. His fat cock was slowly moving at first but more and more they were getting close he was pounding her a little harder.

« Fuck oh my god you’re so good Joaquin please baby don’t stop! »

He was pounding her hard now, he grabbed her hair with one hand and the other one moved from her clit to her hips.

He was fucking her doggy on the table like a madman. « Oh yes baby I’m gonna fucking fill you up! Oh you’re so good I love you so fucking much! »

« Oh baby i love you too ! Please cum inside of me! »

The most of the time they were using condoms but she was on the pill and loved when Joaquin came inside her or on her.

Her pussy was clenching his cock and his cock was twitching between her tight walks.

There was no way he came without making his little kitten come, he could be rough and everything but he was a gentleman and she was the woman that he loved and it was her pleasure before his.

« Oh daddy I’m gonna cooome! »

He loved how her voice was getting high pitched when she was on the edge. Her moans were squirms now. And his masculine grunts were announcing his close relief.

« Yes kitten, come on my cock! »

Her orgasm shot through her, she lifted herself from the table and her tears of pure ecstasy fell on her swinging boobs.

She was clenching so hard around him, she was even tighter than at the beginning, which seemed to be crazy. He gave her three last hits and he came hard, filling her up with his seeds, a huge grunt escaping his lovely lips. She was loving the fact that he didn’t contain his vocal pleasure during sex. He collapsed on her back, their bodies sticking to each other. He pulled and carried her in his arms to the couch. They fell on it and he kissed her passionately and during a long time. It was a sweet, tender and thankful kiss. Her lips were so soft. The kiss stopped because they had to catch their breath after the action that they just had on the lunch table.

« Oh Y/N you were so perfect, I love you so much » Joaquin said, holding her close to him, feeling their fast heartbeat.

« I love you too, you are amazing, even though you burnt the breakfast. »

The smell of smoke was very noticeable now. They laughed and went to cook again. They loved each other so much.

#joaquin phoenix #joaquin pheonix joker #joaquin phoenix x reader #joaquin phoenix imagine #joaquin+phoenix+smut

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