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the first.

Scenario: you give him the first slice of your birthday cake.

Warnings: female reader, friends to lovers.

Word count: 1012

a/n: English is not my first language.

First of all!! let me educate you about this lovely brazilian tradition!!

on birthdays in Brazil, after singing happy birthday to you, the birthday person must cut the first slice of the cake and choose a person to receive it. The birthday person chooses who they love most among those present, so there is almost always a short speech before the slice is handed over. This tradition is so important that there are families who fight each other for the first slice.

Everything was perfect. The decoration was impeccable, the delicious sweets were placed on the table, the gifts on the bed in your bedroom, and friends and family gathered. And don’t forget about the big, round chocolate cake in the center of the table, adorned with three colored candles. The cake was a gift from your grandmother, she always took good care of you and your two younger siblings. And now, you’re finally turning nineteen!

Johnny walks to you, chewing. You’ve been friends since the first year of high school, you two are inseparable. He says something but you can’t understand the muffled sound, since he’s with his mouth full. “Ew, pig, swallow it before speaking. I can’t understand.” You laugh softly and slap his shoulder, teasing him. He chuckles and nods, swallowing whatever he is chewing. “..Was that one of my cupcakes?” You gasp, but not really bothered. “John, you ain’t supposed to eat that yet!” You playfully scold him and he laughs.

“I’m sorry, princess. I was hungry.” He shrugs, his laugh turning into a chuckle. “Um, I have a gift for you” Johnny clears his throat and gestures to you to follow him. He leads you to your bedroom, walking closer to your bed where all the gifts are displayed. You don't mind him entering your bedroom before you, your house is his already. He picks up a bag and searches for something inside before pulling out his hand, and showing you his middle finger. You laugh at him and shake your head “Idiot, I hate you” You say before he hands you the bag. “I hate you more” He winks and anxiously gestures to you to open it.

You oblige, seeing a small black box inside. You're a bit confused, but knowing John it is probably a prank, the box might be empty or with a message like “sikee”. But when you open the box you see a beautiful, shiny bracelet with a small heart pendant matching the jewelry color (gold or silver, you decide). You’re surprised, you didn’t imagine Johnny buying you something besides food. “What?! Johnny..” You laugh softly, pleased by the gift.

He smiles warmly, watching your reaction, satisfied. “Let me help you.” Johnny steps close to you and gently wraps the bracelet around your wrist, clicking the locks together. His hand slides down, holding your hand delicately as he admires your now-decorated wrist. “Did you like it?” He looks up at you, eyes sparkling with hope and something. “It’s beautiful, John. Thank you, I loved it.” You smile back, hugging your friend, wrapping your arms around his neck. He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against him.

It feels so right like it was meant to be this way, in his arms. Feeling his warmth, his scent, his grip. Your heart swells and you sigh content before pulling away. “Let’s return to the party, I’ll blow out the candles soon enough.” You pat his back and lead the way to the living room again. Johnny mingles with the other guests, but his attention is still on you, the birthday princess. Your grandmother approaches you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” She asks with a warm smile, her eyes disappearing due to her big cheeks. You nod “Yes, big mama.” you chuckle and go behind the table, the cake in front of you. They help you light the candles and turn off the lights.

Then, they start clapping their hands and singing the most famous song in the world. You start zoning out while they sing, thinking about the current moment. Woah, you’re turning nineteen and celebrating with your loved ones. Everything was perfect, everything was just how it was supposed to be. Once the song ends, you lean closer to the cake and think of a wish…

May every day be perfect, the way I deserve.

You blow the three candles, receiving a round of applause. Now is the hardest part: choose who will receive the first slice. You slowly cut one, your eyes switching face to face, mind racing. But, when holding the plastic plate with the slice, you chuckle, noticing how dumb you’re being. Why are you even asking yourself who should you give the slice to when there’s only one who deserves it?

“Well, the first slice goes to someone really… nice, really sweet.” You pause, thinking. “This someone is very important to me, very special. They-” You chuckle, shy “They taught me how to live, you know? How I deserve to be treated and how loved I am. I owe my whole life to them.” You finally look up to meet everyone’s eyes, they’re eager to see who is the lucky one. Your smile brightens as your eyes lock with Johnny’s and you beckon him closer. “Johnny, this is for you.”

He shyly laughs and walks to you, people around applauding. He sets the plate aside and hugs you tightly, swaying side to side in a cute little dance. “You deserve the whole cake, you know that?” You whisper in his ear. “You wouldn’t let me eat the whole thing though” He chuckles and you nod. You lean back to look into his eyes. “You’re quite right, I wouldn’t–” He interrupts you, pressing his lips against yours. After a few seconds, you close your eyes, pressing your lips against his, returning the kiss.

When the kiss ends, he shyly looks into your eyes, feeling everyone’s fixed on you two. He takes a deep breath and whispers. “I… I love you” He strokes your waist with his thumb. “I love you more, John” You don’t take too long to answer, the words leaving your mouth freely. “I love you most.” He smiles brightly and kisses your forehead.

After the party, Johnny stays for the night — nothing unusual. He sits with you on your bed, watching you open and try all of your birthday gifts. But the best gift is there, watching you with the most silly yet smitten smile you have ever seen, and you couldn’t be happier.

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who's your daddy?

Scenario: you didn't remember your father had such a daddy friend

Warnings: smut, daddykink, age gap, female reader, masturbation (reader), nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, slightly degrading ("pathetic").

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: English is not my first language. I don't know what to say about this fic so... enjoy. Do I really need to say that the reader is of legal age?...

You were lying on your bed, scrolling on your phone, bored. With a sigh you turn off your phone and stare at the ceiling, contemplating your life. After a few minutes lost in thought, you hear two male voices downstairs, one from your father and the other from… another man. You don’t recognize who, but that was enough to drag you out of bed and leave your room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and loose denim shorts, since you spent the whole day at home.

The conversation between the two men was clearer when going downstairs, but that didn't mean it was interesting. Your father notices you, smiling proudly as he beckons you closer. “Here, look how much my daughter has grown!” Your father pats your back, showing you to the other man, who looks quite familiar. “Oh gosh,” The man grins, giving you a once-over before looking into your eyes. “You’re quite the woman now.” He nods.

Ignoring the blush on your cheeks, you tilt your head at him, trying to recognize him. He notices it, tilting his head just like you, smiling softly. “Come on now… Don’t you remember me, princess?” He steps closer, towering over you. You keep your eyes on his, fighting against the urge to lower your gaze to his mustache, it is so manly... “Well, I- wait…” You whisper the last part, eyes widening as the realization sinks. “Oh, Johnny!” You laugh softly, throwing your arms around his neck.

He stiffens momentarily but chuckles, wrapping his strong, big arms around your waist. “There is my girl.” He says in a low rumble, patting your lower back before leaning back to look at you. “You let your hair grow, you look different.” You comment, as if explaining why you didn't recognize him, while admiring his face. “Not in a bad way.” You decide to add, chuckling shyly. He grins charmingly, still holding your waist. “And you look all grown up, but I bet you’re still my little girl.” He kisses your forehead and releases you, he used to do it all the time when you were younger, but now it hits differently, you don't know why it makes your heart race.

You join their conversation, sitting on the couch next to Johnny. He places his hand on your knee, focused on your father, who doesn’t seem to notice the pull between you and his friend. You try to relax and don't feel so self-conscious, but it becomes more difficult when his hand tightens his grip, his thumb now caressing your skin. Although Johnny casually talks to your father, he keeps a smirk disguised as a grin, and you just can’t stop staring at him.

When your father excuses himself for a moment, Johnny looks at you. “How’s life treating you, princess?” He smiles, still caressing your knee. “Pretty well, I guess. How about you?” You place your hand over his, his eyes flickering down momentarily before looking at you again. “Better now.” He winks and you chuckle, starting to blush. You’re shamelessly enjoying his attention. He picks your hand, caressing your knuckles. “So, any boyfriends?” He asks directly, eyes on yours. “You told me not to date anyone until I was twenty-five.” You laugh softly and he looks down, chuckling. “Well, I did, didn’t I?” He grins.

-

After eating your father's lasagna, you head upstairs to the bathroom, leaving him and Johnny talking. It was already late, you just want to take a hot shower and relax. You undress and step under the shower, turning it on. Once the warm water hits your bare skin, you sigh in relief, nothing better than a nice shower after a long day. You slowly travel your hands from your hair, shoulders, collarbone, chest… Johnny's hands were on your mind, their warmth, weight, roughness…

You place your hands on your small breasts, caressing them before gently pinching the nipples, gasping softly right after. You lean against the wall, your left hand sliding down your stomach, fingers ghostly brushing on your skin, reaching between your legs. For a slight second, you even think about what you're doing, but you're so needy. You don't care if he's your father's best friend, if he took care of you years ago, or if he's twice your age — actually, the fact of him being so much older than you only arouses you further.

Your fingers brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, hitching your breath. Your mouth opens in a soundless moan, fingers sliding further through the slick folds. You pinch your nipple again, using your free hand, and a small whimper escapes — but the shower is still on, so no one is hearing you, right?

You easily slide two fingers inside of you, the tips gently stroking your inner walls. You spread your legs a little more, starting to pump your fingers in and out, wishing they were Johnny's. It felt so good yet it wasn't enough, you needed more. You release a small moan. “Oh, Johnny-” “Yes?” You hear his husky voice next to you, making you freeze. You slowly turn to him, your face burning.

He was leaning against the closed door, shirtless, with his arms crossed. He tilts his head upwards, staring down at you. “I heard you calling…” He whispers. “Y-You did?” You cover your mouth, deadly embarrassed. He smirks, amused by your reaction. “Oh, sweetheart, you thought you were being quiet?” He chuckles. “...Do you want help with that?” He offers, mumbling, afraid of making you feel insulted or something.

You stare at him for a moment “Are you serious?”. He gulps and nods, holding his breath “But I won’t force you, ever-”. You interrupt him, opening the sliding glass shower door.

He quickly catches on, unzipping his jeans and hastily pulling them down along his underwear, kicking them off. Johnny joins you, his hands flying to hold your waist, kissing you hungrily without wasting a second. He brushes your soaked hair away from your face and holds your chin. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He praises, pressing you against the cold wall, a thigh between yours. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl, and daddy will give it to you.” He moves his knee up, slowly applying pressure on your neediness.

You gently scratch his shoulders, teasing him. “I want you, John” You plead in a whisper, using his knee to grind. “And what's the word?” He makes you look into his eyes, taking advantage of his bigger stature to tower over you. “Please, daddy” You choke out, receiving a kiss. “Good girl.” He nods and gently turns you around, pressing his chest on your back, your chest on the wall. You could feel his hardness brushing against your thigh, only increasing your arousal.

His hands slide down, cupping your rear, giving a strong squeeze. He explores your body, kissing your neck from behind while touching every inch of you. He grinds his length on your ass and you press your hips harder against his. “Please…” You ask again, getting impatient. “Hush now, okay?” He says firmly, giving another kiss on your neck, his hands moving to your chest. “You're such a tease,” He starts, his fingers teasing your nipples “Walking around without a bra, pressing these against me…” He squeezes your breasts “Did you think I wouldn't notice?” He whispers in your ear, making you whimper with his fingers pinching you. He nibs your earlobe and leans back again.

His left hand goes up, his index finger caresses your lips. You open your mouth to lick them gently, but Johnny shoves his two fingers in your mouth, almost making you gag. He chuckles darkly and, with his free hand, he caresses your needy folds, his fingers ghosting on your skin to tease you. “Suck my fingers, now.” He orders, stroking your clit mercilessly. You obey him, sucking his fingers like your life depends on it, drooling on them. John smirks, pleased by your submissiveness. His fingers, previously on your clit, move to your entrance. He strokes the hole teasingly, making you whimper on his fingers.

“Spread your legs, baby. Daddy's going to take you now.” He commands, not leaving room for discussion. You blindly obey, his hands on your sensitive flesh making you have frissons. You feel the tip of him nudging your dripping entrance, teasing before slowly pushing inside. You gasp, louder than you intended, feeling you getting stretched. “Shh, you're doing great.” He whispers, still sliding inside, you felt like his dick had no end, becoming even more surprised as his inches settled inside you. Once fully inside, he stops. “Tell me how it feels, princess.” he whispers. You involuntarily clench around him, trying to get used to his girth. Johnny moans “My, don't do that, you're already so tight..” He demands, starting to thrust. He grunts in your ear as he picks up the pace, holding your hips tightly, not even waiting long for you to get used to his size. You moan, your body jerking against the wall with the strength of his thrusts. “It feels good, doesn't it?” He smirks, leaning down to kiss your neck, and wrapping an arm around your waist.

His tip was meticulously hitting a special spot inside of you, making you melt. And as if that wasn't enough, his other hand is still between your legs, his fingertips brushing your clit. Plus his grunts in your ear, all result in you being a babbling, incoherent mess. “You look so pathetic, baby.” He chuckles menacingly. Johnny feels you're close by the way you're gripping his cock so tightly, and you could feel him throbbing inside. He removes his fingers from your mouth and moves to cover your lips, muffling your noises, before quickening the pace of his fingers on your clit. “Come, baby, come for daddy.” He whispers in your ear, his voice alone making your legs wobbly. You can't even hold it, falling apart on his dick, eyes watering. He stays inside for half a second before quickly pulling it out and releasing his orgasm on the floor, a few drops dripping on your legs. He pants softly and gently turns you to him, pulling you to his chest.

“Are you alright?” He kisses your forehead and caresses the apple of your eye. You nod against his chest, catching your breath. “You did a good job, princess, you've always been a good girl.” He strokes your damp hair, content.

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January.

🎼: Penhasco2 - Luisa Sonza, Demi Lovato.

Scenario: You visit him.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, grief, vent, guilt....

Word count: around 413

a/n: English isn't my first language. 'Saudade' has no translation.

I still think it was my fault, but how could I ever say no to you? You looked so excited, so happy, and proud of yourself. Your friend has planned a party to celebrate your success on the new project. I decided not to go because I was very tired. I wonder if things would have been different if I had gone with you, would you still be here with me?

“Honey, I never left.” The wind whispers to me, it’s true. You’re still here, in my dreams, my heart, my soul. I always think about you, from dawn until I lie on the bed to sleep. We made so many plans for our future, we were going to get married in a few months, even preparing everything to expand our little family. Things that always brought a bright smile to your face, lighting up the whole world.

I always thought the beeping of a heartbeat monitor in a hospital was a scary sound, but after I heard the silence of yours... I've never been so terrified. I still feel the chills, the weight of guilt, my racing heart. So many things I haven't told you yet, my dear, so many “I love you” stuck in my throat that unfortunately won’t reach your ears. And it was so hard to see the sunset when you were gone.

I miss seeing your face on television, in the media, on my shoulder. The nights never have been so cold, now without you. The food doesn't taste as good anymore, the birds don't sing, the storm doesn't calm down. You were my compass, John, my tomorrow. There are no words that describe the pain I feel seeing the house so empty yet so haunted. Every night I pray to silence my screaming chest, to bring back my peace, you.

I know you don’t want me to be like this, I know you want me to be happy. I hope you know that my love will not be fleeting, I will love you from January to January until the world ends. I'll always call for you at night, hoping to see you in my dreams again. I will see you after the universe, John, our story is not over yet. I know there's still an infinite ending for both of us.

I sigh, feeling heavy, and press a kiss on the harsh stone of his grave. "Saudades, my love." I whisper, standing up to leave the cemetery. “See you tonight.”

a/n: idk why I thought it would be a good idea, perhaps i'll delete this later. Probably my first and last try of angst.

!!! Saudade is a Brazilian word used for a feeling of loss, of lack or missing, of deep longing. It's a feeling that will never go away, that will become a part of you, it's the love that never ends. !!!

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the beautifulest.

Scenario: After telling Johnny Depp that you were feeling insecure about your appearance, he showers you with praises.

Warnings: Pregnancy (about 4-5 months), female reader.

Word count: 654

a/n: I hope you're satisfied, miss Jupiter. English is not my first language.

You throw your last dress on the bed, frustrated. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel like a covered gas cylinder, nothing looks good on you. Johnny, your husband, had invited you on a date, he told you to wear something nice… But what? There are no nice, only too-tight dresses, from before your pregnancy, and oversized dresses, that make you feel even bigger.

And it's not that you're hating your pregnancy, ever! Your pregnancy was the best thing that ever happened, you always dreamed about being a mother, especially having Johnny as the father. But before being a mother, you’re a woman, a woman who worries about her appearance.

You place a hand on your swollen belly, sighing. You’re wearing a long navy blue dress, but you don’t even feel like going out anymore and you don’t know how to tell your husband. And speaking of which… “My dear, are you ready?” Johnny asks, entering the bedroom without waiting for an answer. He has that usual warm smile on his face as he looks at you through the mirror. “Blue? stunning, honey. I’ll change my shirt to match you.” He wraps his arms above your pregnant stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You give him a small smile and he instantly notices that something is wrong. “Talk to me, dearest, what’s the matter?” He says softly, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You sigh, looking down, searching for words to explain as if they were scattered on your feet. He gently turns you to face him, his eyes painted in worry. “I don’t feel so beautiful, hubby, not like I was before.” You shake your head, still facing down.

He immediately holds your chin up again, looking into your eyes, his own narrowing as he notices you’re serious. “Oh, my. Why on Earth would you say that?” He scolds you gently, his hand now cupping your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, both before and now.” He caresses your cheeks, still concerned. You smile on one side, weakly, without much effort to mask what you still feel. “Please, don’t doubt your beauty just because your body is changing, my love.” He frowns his eyebrows softly, pulling you into a hug, you lay your head on his shoulder while he strokes your back.

Johnny keeps you there for a while, savoring the feeling of having you close, until he disentangles himself from your arms and turns you to face the mirror once again, holding your hips. “Listen to me, my dear, and look at yourself while I speak.” He says firmly yet gently, he wants you to see how he sees you, to understand why you’re his muse.

“You’re radiant” He moves your hair, brushing it away from your face. “Every new curve, every feature from your pregnancy… They all remind me of how much happiness you’re bringing into my world.” His hands slide to stroke your belly, his fingers reverent, worshiping. “You’re carrying our first child, for God’s sake. You’re glowing, you’re divine!” He kisses your cheek loudly, making you giggle, the glow finally returning to your face, all thanks to your beloved.

You turn to him, smiling. “You’re the best, my dear” You kiss him, still smiling. “Say you’re beautiful, my dear.” He asks, softly. “I am beautiful, Mr. Depp” You nod, hands going to stroke his shaved cheeks. “Good.” He places his hands on your waist. “I don’t want to hear you say the otherwise ever again, Mrs. Depp” He playfully rebukes you, pinching your waist lightly, but you can see a hint of seriousness, he means what he said.

“I’m in awe of you carrying our child.” He glances down at your stomach. “You’re the beautifulest.” He says with a fond smile. “My love, that word doesn’t even exist.” You laugh, the genuine sound making his eyes sparkle with love. 

“Of course it exists, and it means you.”

a/n: thank you for the idea, you're welcome to suggest anything, I'll always hear you.

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I have a draft of a King Louis fic that haunts me every time I go there like "boo im here write me!!" and I just cry and close Tumblr

I made sounds like this lil guy

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 After an attack on the Black Pearl leaves you seeking refuge on another ship, you become distraught at the lack of knowledge on the whereabouts of your husband, Jack, and the fear for the safety of your baby

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 mentions of attacks, angst, stillbirth. This may be triggering to some audiences, read at your own discretion.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Jack Sparrow x f! reader

You went overboard when the canons hit, you struggled against the waves, but you tried to break through the surface of the water. You wanted to go back, find Jack, but you knew you couldn't keep swimming forever, you needed to get to safety, whether that was land or another ship. If you and your baby were going to survive.

You swam for what felt like hours, until another ship found you. "Captain, I think we found another one!" One of the crew members called, while a few others pulled you to safety. "She's with child!"

You were cold, tired, sore, worried for your baby and not knowing if Jack was even alive. You just began to weep. The crew members of the ship led you below deck, and you were relieved to see some of the crew from the Black Pearl, but no signs of Jack. You were given a small, more private room - given the fact you were a woman and pregnant. And hysterical but that was besides the point.

You kept crying out for your husband, for Jack. One of the crew members from the rescue ship, a young man, promised that, if they found Jack, they'd bring him straight to you.

Your worry only grows, and your sobs don't stop, when maybe 15 minutes later, still nobody knows where Jack is. By this point, you've been given fresh, dry clothes to change into, and some water. You change into the simple white shirt and trousers, drinking the water before trying to dry your tears. You go on deck again, despite the protests from both crews.

"Please, I need to find my husband." You begged, and who were they to say no? A pregnant, potential widow looking for her lost husband.

It takes an effort but 25 minutes later, Jack is spotted floating along the waves on a plank of wood. "Jack? Jack!!" You call out, rushing towards his direction on the ship. That same crew member from earlier keeps you from jumping in the water to rescue Jack. But much like you before, Jack is recovered onto the ship, and you're immediately jumping into his arms. He's laying down but he pulls you close, letting your legs hang over his body (imagine that scene in tangled where Flynn is holding Rapunzel).

"Oh love.. Are you okay? Is the wee one okay?" He immediately asks. He's uncharacteristically soft with you, only you. You're his wife, how could he not be?

You nod, everything's okay now that you have him again.

He gets the same treatment, clothes, water, and he gets to rest in the room with you.

You have hope again, and although you're confused about what was going to happen now, you had your husband and you had your baby.

But that night, you started having pains, as if you were going into labor. But that wasn't right, you were only 5 months pregnant. That couldn't be right.

They brought you back above deck (Well, Jack did, as he knew you'd want to be under the circumstances of birth.) The crew of the ship let you two be, knowing not to interrupt such a moment.

You were terrified, but Jack just held your hand and kept giving you reassurances as he slipped your trousers off. You pushed and pushed, squeezing his hand, until eventually he could see the head. "Come on, you're doing great, love. Keep pushin' for me." He encouraged, seeing the tears slip down your cheeks. You gave one final big push before he could pull the baby out.

But instead of hearing the cries of your infant, there was silence, deafening silence. "My baby... Why are they crying?? Jack..? You began to get distraught again, weary.

He looked distant, speechless for once in his life. For once, he did not have a witty remark to make, the heavy, dark truth of the situation weighing over him.

Your baby was gone. You knew it in that moment when you saw the guilty expression on his face. "Oh my god.." You painfully choked out, your hand coming to cover your mouth as fresh tears slipped down your face, now from sadness and grief rather than physical pain.

He immediately cut the cord, then called for Gibbs, whispering something that you didn't hear to him, handing him your dead child. "No.. No!" You cried, but Jack quickly shushed you.

"I know, I know, I know. It's okay. I'm right here, we'll be okay. You still have me." He whispered, his own eyes getting teary. Jack never cried, but how could he not cry at this situation? At the loss of your child? Gibbs quickly walked away, and you didn't even want to think about what would happen to the body of what was supposed to be your child.

"Jack.. Hold me. Please Jackie." You cried.

And he did. He held you, cried with you. He cleaned you up, helped you birth the placenta. Gibbs helped here and there, more with getting rid of the placenta, the cloth Jack used to clean you up. He couldn't leave your side for one second as he put your trousers back on, carrying you back to the bed.

It didn't take long for everyone to understand what happened, giving the fact there was a lack of a baby bump on you, but no chubby baby in your arms.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐈┆

𝐀/𝐍 This was originally supposed to be a drabble but I got a little too into it. Oops. I cannot pay for anyone's therapy, so good luck with that

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waking up the building.

🎼: Acordando o prédio - Luan Santana

Scenario: You and Johnny not caring about keeping it quiet in a hotel room.

Warnings: smut, female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, a single slap (I wish there had been more), praise kink, creampie, dom!Johnny and sub!reader.

Word count: 1k

a/n: LET'S WAKE UP THIS BUILDING, MAKE EVERYONE JEALOUS. WHILE THEY'RE GOING TO WORK WE MAKE LOVE AGAIN, AGAIN AND AGAIN (I love this song srry) English is not my first language!!

It's 04:00 am, Monday. You were taking care of Johnny while he took a break from his busy schedule, resting in a hotel room. You and Johnny should be sleeping, since it is still early, but you two had other plans. You were grinding against each other's thighs, almost becoming one, sharing breathless confessions of desire. 

He kisses you hungrily, nibbing your lower lip. “God, Johnny…” You call, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, making his breath hitch. He moves to your neck, lips brushing lazily against your skin. You arch your back towards him, he always makes you so needy. His hands snake behind your back, reaching for the clasp of your lacy bra. Johnny leans and presses kisses on your chest while freeing your breasts, throwing the bra away. “I love when you wear them but- God…” He breathes, staring mesmerized. “It's also a shame to have to cover these beauties” He praises your breasts, giving a kiss to each one. You giggle at him, finding it amusing.

“You're so silly” Your fingers tangle his hair, pulling it as he starts sucking your nipples, making you moan softly. He hums in approval, his right hand leaving your waist to slide between your legs, going into your panties. He groans as he feels your arousal slicking his fingers. “My God, sweetheart, all this just for me?” He teases you with a smirk, caressing your folds, sliding two fingers on your soaked slit. “Mhm, of course, it is..” You gasp, closing your eyes as you enjoy his skilled fingers on you.

You whine for him “Please, John” He kisses your neck again, moving up. “Can we go raw, love? I didn't have time to buy new condoms” He whispers, nuzzling against your neck, fingers still working on your dripping pussy. “Fuck yes, I don’t care, just shove it inside and stretch my—” He laughs softly, the sound husky from desire “Calm down, sweetie.” He shakes his head and kisses your jawline. Johnny reaches down, removing his fingers from you, and takes off his boxers hastily, his hard manhood bouncing from his abruptness.

You reach down to tease his pink leaking tip, only to receive a hard stare from Johnny. “Careful now, hm.” He warns, as if that would stop you. He holds both of your thin wrists with a hand, pinning them above your head. “Now, be a good girl and wrap those gorgeous legs around me, pretty.” You oblige, crossing your ankles behind his back. He caresses your thigh with a hand, the other holding the base of his cock, rubbing the tip against your swollen labia to lube the head, then finally sliding it inside. He introduces slowly, stopping between thrusts, his mouth open in a soundless moan.

You feel every inch, every delicious detail of him, you love being so full of him. Johnny starts moving his hips, rolling them forward, against you. When you got used to his size, he continued to push slowly, which made you impatient. “Faster, John, please” You whine in his ear as he leans down, scratching his back. He hisses and shakes his head “Shhh… The walls are thin, sweetheart” He sighs “We can't lose ourselves now.” You could sense that it didn't please him either, he wanted more just like you needed more.

Then, being the good girl you are, you decide to ignore what he said and just beg and beg for more, until he gives in. You start with whimpers and tiny moans in his ear, calling for him, then kisses on his neck and scratches on his biceps. It didn't take long for his resolve to succumb, finally giving into your pleas. He holds your hips tighter, releasing a groan “You're going to kill me, but what a way to die.” He thrusts faster into your greedy pussy, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room — and probably in the hotel hallway.

You moan louder, tugging his hair. “Fuck it! Yes baby, let it out, scream my name.” He grunts, delivering a slap on one of your thighs before holding them even tighter, using them to keep you in place while he fucks you. “Johnny!” You cry out in pleasure, the head of his cock nudging a sweet spot inside of you. He smirks proudly, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. “Make them jealous, honey, scream louder!” He commands, an unquenchable fire in his eyes “Make them wish they were fucking like we do.” He kisses you hungrily, swallowing your moans, his pace never faltering. You feel it coming, your inner walls clenching tightly around him, gripping his girth as if it were a vital part of you.

He sucks his breath in surprise and moans, breaking the kiss. He doubles his efforts, thrusting harder inside your needy pussy, the soggy sounds making his eyes roll back, for him it was like hearing a sinphony. Someone knocks on the door, making your eyes widen. You try to push Johnny but he simply shakes his head, keeping his pace. “I'll take care of that later. Come, let it go for me, my love” He pleads breathlessly, his hips starting to grind, nudging your clit on his pubic bone.

You lose your voice, calling out his name as you tremble from your orgasm. Johnny groans and follows right after, filling your insides with his warm seed, making sure to flood it. After three or four thrusts, he pulls his cock out, a wet pop escaping from your pussy. You take a breath, eyes closed blissfully. Your lover watches you with a warm smile “You look so beautiful, dear” He kisses your cheek and leaves the bed, pulling the sheets to cover your vulnerable body. You blow a kiss to him. "Rest now, but we're not done yet." Johnny winks.

He sighs as he pulls a random pair of sweatpants on, reaching for his wallet before walking to the door, hoping you two won't be expelled from the hotel yet.

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𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 You're desperate for his attention, and he gives it to you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 sexual content, P in V sex, rough sex, overstimulation, choking, oral (m! receiving) dacryphillia, spanking, fingering, finger sucking, daddy kink, kinda CNC (consensual non consent) but not really, nipple biting, thigh riding (kinda), praise/degradation combo

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f!reader

Johnny was working on a script for a new movie, memorization, finding the character, things he needed time for. But you were horny and desperate for his attention.

"Johnny, please." You begged, standing behind him while he sat in his office chair. "I need you."

"Jesus Christ, doll. I'm busy, sugar. Okay? Just give me ten minutes. Can you do that for me?" He asked, but you could tell he was getting frustrated.

You groaned and walked out of the room, but you we're done. No. You needed him now, not in ten minutes.

While he was distracted, you snuck back into the room, crawling under his, before palming his cock over his jeans.

"What the fu- Baby." He cut himself off to scold you, but you just looked up at him, eyes filled with desperation as you bit your lip.

"Please daddy.. I need you. Just let me suck your cock, please." You begged, almost whiny. It was pathetic how needy you were for him. Your fingers found the button on his jeans, unbuttoning it before moving down to unzip his fly.

He let out a frustrated sigh, "I ask for one goddamn thing, doll." He complained, but you weren't listening, just removing his semi-hard cock from his boxers. He was still scolding you, but cut off, his breath hitching as you took him into your mouth. You could feel him growing harder by the second. "You fuckin' minx.." He let out, breathing heavy, his head tilting back.

You were breaking down his patience and his will to fight against you, your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock, your mouth so warm and welcoming. He was fully hard by now, his tip hitting the back of your mouth. He didn't seem to care as he twisted your hair up into a ponytail around his fingers, thrusting up into your mouth slightly.

"That's it, now you're getting it. Get the fuck up. I want you naked, face down, ass up on the bed when I get in there." He growled, pulling you off his cock, his grip on your hair tight before he let go.

You scrambled out from under the desk, into the bedroom, doing exactly what he told you to do. Face down, ass up, completely naked on the bed. Not even a minute later, he came into the room, shirtless, but his jeans still on. His cock was tucked back into his boxers, but his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.

"Oh good, so you do remember how to listen." He spat, moving up behind you. "I'm gonna spank your ass until it's fucking raw. And you're gonna count. Got it?" He added, his calloused hand running over the soft, supple flesh of your ass cheek.

"Yes." You replied, your pussy already soaked with arousal and anticipation.

"Yes what? Or have you already forgotten my name?" He hissed. His voice was so condescending and rough, and it only added to your arousal.

"Yes daddy." You corrected yourself.

"Good girl." He praised, sounding like liquid honey. "Count for me, baby doll." He said, before pulling his hand back, landing a sharp smack on your ass.

"One." You counted, before he spanked you again. "Two." You were starting to feel the sting, but it wasn't unbearable. "Three." You whimpered out, your pussy clenching as the burn became apparent. "F-four." You choked out, your ass feeling raw, just like he said. "Fi-ive!" Tears burned on the brim of your eyes.

"Good girl.. You look so god damn hot with your eyes all teary like that. Makes me want to fucking ruin your ability to walk." He rasped out. He shifted and pulled you closer to your clit was up against the denim fabric of his jeans. "You're gonna fucking ride my thigh and fingers until you cum. I want to see you fucking creaming on me." He demanded, his fingers rubbing the wet folds of your pussy.

He carefully worked his fingers inside you, not that your pussy resisted him very much. He wanted you in pain but he didn't want it to be an unpleasurable pain. You let out a sound that was between a whimper and moan, as you mindlessly grinding back against his thigh, in turn making his fingers go deeper inside you. Between the rough feel of his jeans on your sensitive clit, and his fingers curling inside you, hitting your g spot, you were already seeing stars. You rode back on his fingers desperately, chasing your high.

"I know you're close, baby, I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Beg for me to let you cum. Tell me who's in control." He commanded, his free hand on your hip, guiding your motions.

"Daddy please! Please- please let me cum.. Oh my god.. I need to- I can't-.." You whined out, tears slipping down your cheeks from how much it was. But it was so good, you couldn't stop.

"Cum for me. Cum on my fingers." He said, giving you permission to let go. With a strangled cry of his name and a few more movements of your hips, the knot in your lower belly came undone, marking your first orgasm of the night.

"Making such a mess, sweetheart." He whispered condescendingly, pulling his fingers out of you. "Suck." He demanded, putting his fingers over your lips. You followed his command, sucking on his fingers, tasting the lewd taste of your arousal on him. He pulled down his jeans and boxers with his free hand, before positioning himself at your drooling hole, thrusting in in one swift motion, making you choke and cry out on his fingers.

"You're so responsive. Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to come fuck this sweet pussy? You're so pathetic, sweetheart." He commented, his strokes starting off fast, hard, deep. It was as if he was trying to make you cum as much as possible, and it was working, because you already felt another orgasm building up. You were screaming out different curses, his name, crying that you were going to cum, and he was just soaking up every bit of it.

You weren't even coherent at this point, not being able to give any warning as you gushed around his cock, panting breathlessly, your breaths short and shallow as you tried to remember how to breathe. To your relief, he did slow his thrusts, turning to a slower, softer pace. "That's it.. That's my girl." He praised, letting you work through your orgasm.

He gently pulled out and flipped you over so you were laying on your back, a misty layer of sweat covering your body. He ran his hands over every curve, as if he was appreciating your body like it was a fine work of art. "You think you have one more in you for me sweetheart?" He asked, before lowering his head down to your breasts, running s tongue over your pebbled nipples, before gently biting with his teeth, enough to cause a sensation, but not for it to be painful.

You let out a soft, pleasured, gasp, giving him a nod of your head. "Yes.. Yes.. I can take it." You breathlessly sputtered out.

"Good." He said, before pushing inside you again. His hand went to wrap around your throat, giving it a small squeeze to make your brain even more fuzzy and he thrust inside you.

"I'm hitting your sweet spot, aren't I, sweetheart?" He cooed out, almost as if mocking you, but he was starting to get close himself, with the way your cunt was tightening around him.

"Mhm! Yeah.. Yes daddy.." You confirmed, your head thrown back as he let your throat go. He chuckled darkly at your struggle, your clear overstimation, but your desperate need for more at the same time.

"You're such an insatiable little thing, baby doll. You're like a bitch in heat when it comes to me, aren't you?" He openly mocked, knowing you couldn't talk because of how he was scrambling your brain with his quick thrusts.

"Don't s-stop..! Please! So.. So close.." You cried out, strangled noises coming from your lips. Shattered breaths were all you could take as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it.. That's right. Cum for me. Cum all over daddy's cock." He encouraged, his pace not faltering. "God.. I'm gonna fill this tight little pussy up. You want that sweetheart? Want me to make a mess of you?" His balls felt so fucking tight, and he was pretty damn close to bursting.

You broke, your orgasm washing over you, shattered you. You swore your vision went black and your ears rung, but you could make out your name on his lips as he gave one last deep thrust, before releasing his seed inside you.

He took in a shaky inhale, before pulling out of your warmth, laying next to you, pulling you close to him. "Shhh... It's okay sweetheart. Just rest. Let me catch my breath, then I'll take care of you." He whispered, a soft promise as he wiped the remnants of your tears.

It took a few minutes to recover, but after that, he was up. He grabbed a change of clothes for both of you (a T-shirt, sweatpants, and a fresh pair of boxers for him and a fresh pair of panties and a two piece lounge set he'd gotten you; a long sleeved baby pink crop top, with matching baby pink shorts). He went into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later with his clothes on, a wet washcloth, and cooling lotion.

As he wiped your sweat soaked body down with the washcloth, the cool water soothing the heat you felt everywhere, he spoke again. "Talk to me, tell me you're okay, love." He whispered, his tone a stark contrast to before.

You gave a small nod. "I'm okay.. Just.. Hot." You somehow managed out. He let out a soft chuckle, flipping you over so your ass was up, your hips over his lap as you layed across him.

"Yeah you are." He teased affectionately, pumping a bit of the lotion in his hands, rubbing them together, before sliding them across your ass cheeks. The cooling sensation immediately soothed the burning, raw feeling that his hands made before.

"Bear with me, baby. This might sting a little at first." He whispered, helping you put your panties on. At least he'd grabbed a pair of cool, soft cotton panties. You let out a soft sound of struggle, and he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten, even though your rendezvous was what you both wanted. "I know, I know, baby. Told you I was gonna take away your ability to walk, didn't I?" He whispered shifting to press kisses to your shoulders, before helping slip on your clothes.

You were damn sore for the rest of the day, but it was worth it for him to fuck you within inches of your life.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐈 ┆

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I wrote so many smuts, do you guys think I'm a whore?

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Masterlist

(Please! keep in mind that my fanfics and imagines are purely fictional!)

Johnny Depp

sfw

This is wrong. (f! reader)

The beautifulest. (f! reader)

The first. (f! reader)

angst

January. (gn! reader)

smuts

Being thirsty. (f! reader)

Fruits for breakfast. (f! reader)

You need a man. (f! reader)

Recalling good times. (f! reader)

Waking up the building. (f! reader)

Who's your daddy? (f! reader)

Lucky (f! reader)

recalling good times.

🎼: jacuzzi - Greeicy, Anitta

Scenario: It all started at the bar, when the lights went out, you and Johnny Depp looked at each other for a while and… ended up in the jacuzzi.

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (take care of yourselves, please), sex in the jacuzzi, praise kink, female reader.

Word count: 1.8k (it was supposed to have 800...)

a/n: im afraid this first photo might be ai, I hope it isn't. And, again, English is not my first language.

You don’t quite remember much. You were at an important gathering, one of those that rich people do for fun without a big reason. You drank three or four glasses of… something there, accompanied by an old friend, Johnny Depp. You and he went to high school together, you two were quite close, it’s been years since the last time you saw him.

Johnny and you talked for a while, sharing drinks and whispers, remembering young years and burning feelings. Suddenly, his scent was so, so nice. It reminds you of liquor and peppers, intoxicating. He seemed to enjoy yours as well since his face wouldn’t leave your neck for long, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin.

“You look as beautiful as the last time I saw you, miss” He whispered, brushing a kiss on your jawline. “Still as charming as ever, hm?” You teased, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “Well, you bring the best out of me, princess.” He chuckled softly, a deep and rich sound, while leaning back to look at your face. You bit your lip, imagining all the things you both could do, feeling your heart racing.

He stared back at you, a fire inside of them that you recognize so well. Before you could say something, people started to leave, the party coming to an end. Johnny watched people leave, sighing softly. He didn’t want to leave you yet, nor did you want to leave. “Well…” You started, his eyes snapping back to yours. “I don’t want to call it a night yet,” You slyly looked back at him. “How about we continue this at my place? I have wine and… a nice pool.” You winked, feeling confident, the familiar fire starting to burn inside of you as well.

He smirked, interested in the proposition. “Oh, sounds great, let's see where this goes.” He stood, extending a hand to help you.

And that’s how you both end up making out in the backseat of a taxi. The driver didn’t mind, which was great, since you probably wouldn't be able to stop. Depp's hand was on your thigh, almost pulling you to straddle his lap, gripping it so tight that it might leave a mark later. His lips don't leave yours, kissing you harder each time, smearing the lipstick that you spent minutes carefully applying — but you couldn't care less at the moment.

When the car arrives at the destination, Johnny throws a dollar bill, most certainly giving more than the price asked. You pull him out of the car, giggling with excitement. He finds your eagerness amusing, even though he's not far from it. He shuts the car door and holds your waist, giving you another kiss that doesn't last long. You drag him inside of your house, pulling him by his jacket. Once in the living room, he takes it off, throwing it on the couch. You take off your heels while he kicks off his shoes, you two get comfortable.

You lead the way to the kitchen, eyes searching for the wine bottle you bought weeks ago. Depp follows you right behind, his eyes admiring your form as you move gracefully — even though you're a bit tipsy, just like him. Reaching the bottle, you start filling two long glasses. Johnny stands behind you, pressing his chest on your back. He slides one of the dress straps down, kissing your shoulder tenderly. His lips slowly move up to the side of your neck, your gasps satisfying him, boosting his confidence. The way he worships your skin reminds you of when you and he used to make out behind the bleachers at school, hiding from the others, the chemistry between you two never faltered, the flame only grew with the longing.

You purr softly and turn to him, holding the two glasses of wine. He reaches for one, giving you a last kiss on your cheek. You make a silent toast with him, clicking the glasses together, then taking a long sip. His eyes never left yours, his gaze so intense that suddenly makes your lungs out of air yet your thoughts airheaded, he always shook you up. Johnny is gripping the glass so tight as if trying to ground himself instead of grinding on you.

You give him a sly smile and nod to the backdoor, where the backyard is. Without waiting for a reaction, you lead the way, opening the door for him. You turn on the small lights “It's pretty cold tonight, right?” You glance a small smile at him, walking to a lounge chair. “I didn't notice it when we were at the bar.” You settle down. “I still can't feel it, you made me hot and bothered.” He winks, teasing, earning a scoff from you, but you love him being silly.

You look at him again, Depp's gaze fixed on your small jacuzzi, next to the pool. You smirk slightly and stand, moving toward the jacuzzi, your hand briefly stroking his back as you pass behind him. With your foot, you press a button, turning on the jacuzzi lights in blue. Johnny hums in approval, taking a sip of his wine as he steps closer, eyes still on the jacuzzi built into the floor. You place your half-full half-empty glass on the floor, then start unzipping your dress, letting it fall on the floor with ease. Once in your white lacy lingerie, you get inside the jacuzzi, sitting down on the step.

He licks his lips, watching. “What are you waiting for?” You chuckle, reaching for your glass again. He doesn't need to be told twice, unbuttoning his shirt with skilled fingers, looks like they're flying across the buttons. When he is only in his white boxers, with a shameless bulge straining against it, he enters the jacuzzi, moving closer to you. “Hm, we're matching” You comment, referring to the underwear’s color. His eyes move down to your chest, grinning. He leans down and presses a kiss on one of your covered breasts, letting it linger.

You grip his chin and bring his face up again, kissing him fiercely, knowing that he knows how to match your energy. He holds your hips against him, trapping you there — as if you wanted to escape. Your mouth welcomes his tongue without hesitation, feeling a familiar ache between your legs. You decide to tease him further, grinding against his thigh as you break the kiss. He groans softly, closing his eyes. “You little vixen…” He hisses with gritted teeth, his hands sliding from your hips to your thighs, wrapping your legs around him.

Depp’s hands snake behind your back, reaching for the clasp of your bra. You arch towards him, feeling eager. You want him, you need him. He quickly unclasps your lacy bra, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. He cups your chest, squeezing it so gently. You moan and he nods. “Yes, let it out…” He leans down and licks between your breasts, going up to your neck, switching to leave kisses and soft sucks on your sensitive skin.

“Johnny…” You call slyly, almost sounding like a whine. He whispers against your neck. “Say it.” One of his hands slides down your stomach, reaching between your thighs. Two fingers rub your clit through the soaked panties, and even being underwater, his fingers move quickly. You squirm and gasp, your hand going behind his neck, pulling him closer. He releases your breast, his hands moving to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in a heartbeat, but not even bothering to throw them away. 

He admires your pussy, keeping your legs spread. “You’re making me shy.” You tease, sliding a hand between your legs, reaching to touch yourself. He grasps your wrist, moving it away. “Let me do the honors, baby.” He licks his lips, moving his fingers down, caressing your folds. You hold a whimper, always wanting more from him — because you know how breathtaking he can do it.

He slaps your thigh and tilts his head upwards. “Turn around, be a good girl.” He commands, you would get soaked just by listening to it, but the jacuzzi already does that job for you. You turn around, bending over the cold tiles on the floor. Depp caresses your ass, occasionally squeezing the flesh. He leans down and bites your left buttock, making you moan. “God, Johnny…” You say breathlessly, closing your eyes. He gently pushes your back down, your breasts pressed against the floor, giving you chills.

Johnny takes off his boxers hurriedly, the cold air meeting his skin and making him gasp. With one hand he holds your hip, the other one holds his length, rubbing the tip against your folds. He teases you for a few seconds before slowly pushing it inside. You moan, arching your back. “Shhh, I'm here.” He whispers, sliding his cock easily into your drooling vagina, making you stretch to accommodate his girth. He moans, eyes rolling back, as he feels your warmth. “Yesss, fuck, it's even better than I remembered.”

He starts slow, giving deep and long strokes, holding your hips with both hands. The water moves with his pace, growing more agitated as his thrusts grow harder and faster. “You’re taking me so well, that’s it.” He grunts in your ear, his chest pressed against your back. “O-Oh, Johnny, don’t stop... P-Please” You beg him, your moans sounding like an angel’s melody in his ears, which could be mistaken for a prayer.

And he quickly answers your prayers, going even harder, making waves on the water. The sound of wet flesh slapping against each other grows louder alongside your moans and praises. “Like this, hm?” He groans softly and nibs your earlobe. You moan loudly in response, his hand flies to cover your mouth. “Shh, not too loud, sweetheart.” He rebukes you, still thrusting, his pace never faltering.

Feeling you clenching around his length, he hisses. “Ah, yes, baby. Milk me up, just like that.” He praises, his cock throbbing inside. “I’m going to cum soon, are you close?” He snakes his free hand around you, reaching your clit. His finger rubs tight circles on your small bundle of nerves, making you squirm and clench even tighter. You whimper against his hand desperately. He smirks in approval, leaning down to kiss the back of your shoulder. You feel it coming, and he certainly felt it too, since he started to whisper encouraging words in your ear like: yes, baby, cum on my cock or I’ll catch you, let it go.

You tremble, releasing on him, around him. He gasps and groans “Good fucking job, baby girl.” He gives you a few more thrusts before pulling it out, cumming on your back. He bites his lip, trying to not be louder than you. When you both relax from the orgasm, he wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you against his chest. You sigh contently, resting on him. “Was it good, sweetheart?” He whispers, kissing the top of your head.

You nod, still breathless, and he chuckles. “Great. I’ve missed you, let’s not lose contact this time, alright?” He strokes your waist. “I still love you, princess.”

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 sexual content, P in V sex, public sex, riding, otherwise mind numbing fluff as scheduled

♫ sparks fly - taylor swift

┆𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ┆

You and Johnny had been taking it lowkey, and this weekend, he had told you that he was taking you somewhere. He didn't say where, just that you should wear something cool. This was technically your first date with him, as when he took you to the restaurant, neither of you acknowledged you had romantic feelings for each other. This time was different.

He picked you up, knocking on your door, flowers in hand. "I didn't know which ones were your favorite so I just got you roses, I hope that's okay." He said sheepishly, but clearly he was trying to up his confidence. You couldn't help but giggle slightly at the sight; Johnny Depp, nearly tripping at his feet and fumbling over his words, all because of you.

"That's okay. They're beautiful, thank you." You whispered graciously, gently taking the flowers from him. "I'm gonna go put these in a vase, then we can go, okay? Come in, please." You said, opening the door for him a bit more as you walked further into your apartment. He stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him.

"You have a cozy place here, love. It suits you." He said, taking in the view of your apartment. It wasn't anything lavish, but it was definitely you.

You smiled at his words as you filled a vase with some water, before putting the red roses in the glass. "I try." You replied before walking over to him. "You clean up nice." You whispered, running your fingers along the buttons on his button up. He wasn't too formal, but he was cleaned up and put together; a flannel, white button up, jeans, and of course, his rings and other accessories.

"Not as nice as you, doll." He returned the compliment, hooking his fingers under your chin, lifting your head up and meeting your lips in a soft kiss. "You ready to go, princess?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears.

"Where are we going?" You asked, taking his hand, interlocking your fingers.

"You'll find out." He said, giving you a cheeky smile as he led you out of your place. You locked the door behind you, and Johnny helped you into the car.

The car ride there was filled with laughter, your hands still intertwined over the center console. You'd never had a guy actually take you out like this. The drive was short, and he quickly pulled up to a small hill out by a clearing. It was remote, and since it was dark out, it gave you a clear view of the glistening stars in the dark sky.

"How did you know I liked stargazing?" You asked him as he grabbed a blanket from the back seat.

"Educated guess." He chuckled softly, taking your hand in his free one once again. He led you up to the top of the hill, before rolling the blanket out. He helped you sit down before sitting next to you. Immediately, you layed down, feeling the soft blanket under you.

There was a cool breeze in the air that made you shift closer to him, which consequentially made him chuckle. "You didn't tell me to bring a jacket." You told him, looking over at him, seeing the moonlight reflect in his dark eyes.

"That's because I wanted to do this." He said, before taking off his flannel. You sat up a bit as he put the warm fleece around your shoulders, the remaining warmth and the scent of his cologne enveloping you.

"Cheeky." You teased, laying back down against him.

He scoffed, amused. "No, just romantic." He corrected, putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer, letting you feel the radiating warmth from his body.

For a while, you two spent the night pointing out constellations to each other, and he made a couple cheesy comments about you being more beautiful than the stars, or shining brighter than them.

"You look gorgeous tonight, sweetheart." He whispered, his voice a bit huskier as he gently kissed your jaw, moving down to your neck. "Absolutely stunning." He muttered, shifting to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling him a bit on top of him.

"Johnny.." You shivered, but more from the sudden rush of heat from his words, how flustered and worked up they made you.

"Do you want this tonight?" He asked in a whisper, shifting you to sit on his lap, as if you were light as a feather.

"Are you asking me if I want to have sex with you?" You asked, almost baffled.

"If I was a better man, I'd say no. But darling.. You're already a bad idea. My favorite, worst idea I've ever had." He purred, pulling you closer and kissing your lips.

God, you wanted him, needed him.

"I want you tonight." You muttered against his lips, shifting your hips against him, grinding slightly.

"Jesus, love." He said, breath hitching. "I'm already going to hell for this, but at least if I'm gonna fuck you tonight, I'm gonna do it right. You deserve to be treated good." He promised, hands shifting to your hips, down your thighs, before slipping under your dress. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispered. "Anytime, if you change your mind. I won't hold it against you."

"Just take my panties off, John." You lightly commanded, absolutely breathless.

He just smirked, carefully pulling the fabric down, letting you shift out of them. As you adjusted to the sensation of the cool air against your wet core, he was already shiftly unbuckling his belt. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his mid thighs, letting his erection spring free.

"Jesus.." You muttered, more to yourself than anything. His size was intimidating.

"I don't bite, love. Unless you want me to." He smirked, gently grabbing your hips so you hovered over his hard length. "Just go at your pace, don't push yourself." He reminded, his touch a mix between tender and lustful.

"What if someone sees us?" You asked, suddenly becoming aware of the open space once again.

"Nobody's gonna see us." He reassured, his voice slightly strained. He was so hard that it was painful. "We're okay, baby. It's okay." He said, pulling you closer and kissing you.

You decided to just trust his words, sinking down on his cock, letting him bottom out as you moaned into his mouth.

"Fuck.. Just like that, you feel so good. Can you move your hips for me?" He asked, helping you bounce on his cock a bit.

You found a steady pace, one that left you both breathless and moaning. He kept you close to him, helping guide your motions.

He eventually snaked his hand down, rubbing circles on your clit, making your breath hitch before your legs twitched slightly. "Oh god.. Oh god, 'm not gonna last if you're doing that." You softly cried out, your forehead leaning against his.

"That's okay, let go. Cum on my cock for me, pretty girl." He whispered, moving his hand that was previously on your hips to rest on your back.

After a few more strokes of his cock against your gummy walls, you were coming undone, leaning against him for support.

"Fuck.. That's right, so good. So good for me, baby." He praised, letting your orgasm wash over you before he pulled out, stroking himself a few times before his own orgasm hit him, milky white strings of his cum beading from his angry red tip.

Catching your breath, you laid down against him, kissing his lips. "That was... perfect." You whispered, tracing your fingertips against his facial hair.

"You were perfect." He said, meeting your kiss, threading his fingers through your hair, pushing you closer by the back of your head.

You two laid in the blissful afterglow of your tryst, before he helped both of you put your clothes back on. "You think you can walk back to the car, or do you need me to carry you?" He teased, shifting off of the blanket, before you followed and did the same.

"I can walk, my legs still work." You chuckled softly. He playfully smiled at you, putting the soft blanket around your shoulders, before leading you back to the car.

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Scenario: After being bailed by your date, Johnny decides to show you what you've been missing.

Warnings: Smut, female reader, praise kink, daddykink, dirty talk, age gap, Johnny is twice your age, blowjob, unprotected p in v, riding, public but not in the open.

Word count: ~2.3k

a/n: I listened to this song and I couldn't help but think of Johnny Depp. I mean, a mí me gustan mayores, de esos que llaman señores... English is not my first language, nor is Spanish. I wrote all this for seven hours straight, so if you see any mistakes, please be patient! I do all this alone, my head gets tired.

You were in a bar, wearing your best outfit, a beautiful red dress made of velvet fabric and at thigh-length. You were waiting for your date, a boy you met on Tinder and had a few days of conversation. His name is Paul, only two years older than you. He’s studying physical education at college and seems like a calm boy.

You look around the bar, there are a few empty spots yet, though it’s already ten pm. There is a VIP area in a corner, probably for those who like to spend their money a bit more. Red lights decorate the bar, it’s sensual and a bit mysterious. You finish your first glass of wine, feeling tired of waiting. You glance at the time on your phone, you’ve been waiting for an hour straight.

You feel a pair of eyes on you, you search for them, locking your eyes with a man on VIP. He’s drinking a dark liquid, and since he’s under the red lights you can’t see what it is. He keeps staring, his gaze so… authoritative, you can’t explain why. Your phone finally buzzes, it’s the boy answering your texts. “Um, ‘sorry, I fell asleep, can we rearrange our date?’..” You sigh after muttering his answer.

You decide to leave, not in the mood for drinking alone. Sadly, your beautiful dress was worn for nothing. But, as soon as you stand up, the mixologist places a fruit cocktail before you. “Excuse me, I didn’t order this..” You try to warn the mixologist, but he answers “Right there, that man ordered this for you..” He points towards the same man on the VIP, now tapping his fingers on the table. You’re a bit confused, is he flirting?

The man beckons you closer with his index finger, his head tilted down slightly. You hesitantly pick the fruit cocktail and walk. Once before him, he gently grabs your free hand and caresses it with his thumb. “What s’your name, flower?” His eyes never leave yours. After telling your name, he opens his mouth again. “You look down. What is the matter, sweetheart?” He asks with a deep voice tone, sending shivers down your spine.

“He bailed on me..” Your shoulders drop in defeat. He raises an eyebrow as if asking who. “A boy that I met on a dating app…” You add, looking away, but your eyes snap to the man as you hear him scoffing. “A boy? Darling, don't be ingenuous. A beauty like you deserves a man, and I can show you how much of a man I am.”

He gently pulls your hand closer to the couch he’s sitting on, you settle down next to him, feeling a bit nervous. You don’t know why you’re sitting so close to a stranger, maybe because you find him attractive. “What’s your name, sir?” You ask him, slowly sipping the drink he bought you. “Johnny, Johnny Depp.” He says in a low rumble, taking another sip of his drink. It smells like whiskey.

“Well, Mr. Depp, thank you for the drink. You didn’t need to, though.” You say, clasping your hands together on your lap. Johnny smirks softly and waves dismissively. “Please, I was just trying to bring a smile to your beautiful face. It’s a shame that boy didn’t show up, but his loss is my win.” He gives you a wink, making you feel a bit shy. You could feel your cheeks warming up, he’s complimenting you a lot… But you’re somehow enjoying his attention.

He adjusts his posture, leaning back on his seat and moving his hips forward, making your mind spin. He takes another sip, the last one, of his whiskey before speaking again. “I hope you don’t think I’m a creep, flower, I’m just interested. Please, tell me, is this drink of your liking? I can always order something else for you, just say the word.” He watches your face. “Oh, no no, this one it’s just fine.” You smile, looking back at his face, you don’t want to abuse his kindness.

You find yourself admiring his face, noticing every detail, he has such a commanding presence that you feel mesmerized. He seems to note your stare and chuckles softly. “Do you come here often? I've never seen you before, I would remember your face, it enchants me” He gives you a once over. “I’ve been here before, yes, but not so often” You shake your head, moving to sit a bit closer to him, his scent is intoxicant, making you breathe a little deeper just to smell him more.

Johnny smirks and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “I’m curious… Have you ever been with a man like me?” He whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You straighten yourself, trying to stay composed, and shake your head. He moves to look into your eyes. “Do you want to?” He leans closer, his breath fanning against your lips. You look back at him, thinking… Then, you give in, what does a few more years matter?

Your lips part slightly, taking a breath to answer him. But Johnny doesn’t even wait for it, he presses his lips against yours, kissing you with passion and hunger, feelings that you quickly reciprocate, hands going to his hair to hold him close. Your tongue slips inside his mouth, eliciting a hum of appreciation from him, you can taste the whiskey on his tongue. His hands grip your hips, his thumbs stroking your hip bone.

He ends the kiss with a gentle nib on your lower lip. Johnny smirks and turns around, reaching to close the curtain to create a small private room. His hand moves and wraps gently around your neck, leaning closer. “You’re such a pretty young thing…” He gives you another kiss, slightly sucking your lower lip, just to tease.

You try to kiss him again, leaning closer, but he pulls away, slightly tightening his grip around your throat. “Ah-ah, did you forget who’s in charge here?” He smirks, looking at you with narrowed eyes, exuding authority. You find yourself pressing your thighs together, a growing ache between them. You shake your head at his question. “I want to hear you say it, who’s in charge here?” He leans closer, his breath ghosting on your skin. “Y-You, sir” You gasp.

He nods with a low hum, releasing your neck. He shifts his hips again, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. You watch it, your heart racing. His veiny, tattooed hands are such a sexy sight. You look around, a bit worried about the curtains. “Won't someone see us here?” You look back at him. He glances at you, pulling his belt off the hoops of his tailored pants, the whistling sound echoing in your ears. “My sweet, they know better than to interrupt me.” He says, confident, as if he owns the place.

He stands up and unzips his pants, pulling them down alongside his white boxers, revealing his toned legs — and a big manhood. He sits down again, the motion making his cock bounce. You can't help but stare at it, entranced, counting the veins on his length. He spreads his legs and pats his thigh. “Get on your knees, I want to feel your pretty lips around me” He commands.

You get up and walk, standing between his legs. You hold yourself on his knees, using them to help you kneel. Johnny holds your hair up in a ponytail with a hand and uses the other to grip his cock. He smirks and tugs you closer, he taps the pink mushroom head against your red lips. “Open up for daddy, sweetheart”

You comply, spreading your lips on his tip, feeling the smooth skin. You start sucking his head, tasting the precum. His size it's not what you're used to and you can't help but feel a little nervous. Keeping your eyes on him, you bob your head, taking time to accommodate his girth in your mouth, your lipstick staining on his skin. As you reach the half of his length, you gag slightly. 

Johnny's fingers tighten in your hair, hissing in pleasure. "Relax your throat, flower. Breathe through your nose." He pushes deeper, giving you no choice but to relax and take him. "Good girl." He praises you as you manage to take him deeper. Mr. Depp gazes down at you, his eyes filled with raw desire. "Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good girl." He rewards you by pulling out slightly, allowing you to breathe before plunging deep once more.

You get more confident as his praises leave his lips, increasing the pace of your head on his length. He moans softly “Oh, such a beautiful sight. My big tool in your mouth, stuffing your throat” Johnny taps your cheek with his right hand, his left one still holding your hair tightly. You feel his cock throbbing on your tongue, a great sign, making you gently scratch his thighs. But, just when you prepare yourself to deep-throat him, he pulls away, leaving you gasping.

“Get up, sweetheart. Come, straddle my lap” He releases your hair and opens his arms to welcome you. You lick your lips and move up, he stops you momentarily, holding your hips. His right-hand moves up your thigh, two fingers sliding between them to caress your clothed clit. You rock your hips forward, grinding against his fingers. “You’re so wet, hm? You’re craving daddy’s attention down here, aren’t you?” He smirks as you nod, a whine leaving your lips. He hooks his thumb around the strings of your panties and slowly pulls it down, his eyes glued on your folds.

He leans and presses a kiss on your pubic bone, then pulls you to finally sit on his lap. His hands hold your hips and he moans as he feels your wetness against his painfully hard member. You decide to tease, giving a single grind on him. He hisses and grips your hips tightly to stop you, his eyes looking sharply at yours. “Careful now, or I won’t be gentle.”

That was supposed to be a threat but only managed to arouse you even more. With your hands on his shoulders, you sit down on him and roll your hips in a tight circle. Johnny squeezes his eyes for a moment and feels something inside of him snapping. His hands lift you just enough to position himself, his hand holding his shaft tightly. He rubs the head against your soaked labia, making you spread your legs unconsciously. “I’ll fuck you, raw and nice. No condom, no nothing. And you’ll take it like the good girl you are.” He orders.

His hands bring you down on his length slowly, wanting you to feel every inch, every vein. Johnny’s hips jerk upwards, he’s trying to fight the urge to bury his dick deep inside and split you open. You moan as you get stretched by his girth, he’s bigger than any other man you had before. “Shh, quiet now, girl.” He pushes you down further, his head throwing back as your tight inner walls warming his cock like no other. Once you’re settled down, you squirm, feeling so full of him. Mr. Depp starts slowly thrusting upwards, his tip effortlessly hitting a spot inside of you.

“Goddamnit, sweetheart” He grunts “You’re so fucking tight, I’m going to wreck this little pussy.” He leans forward, his hands searching for a zipper on your dress. His movements falter slightly as he doesn’t find one, instead, he pulls the dress straps down your shoulders, exposing your bare chest. He moans softly at the sight, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You lean forward, burying his face on your chest while riding him. He slaps your ass, making you clench around him.

His mouth attacks your breasts, sucking and kissing them hungrily. His beard tickles your tender flesh, lips leaving hickeys on your skin. You moan louder, slamming down on his lap to start grinding on him, rubbing your clit on his pubic bone. He licks your sweet nipples, making your moans turn into whimpers, your inner walls clenching around Johnny as you feel the orgasm close. He groans and looks up at you, his eyes half-lidded. “Cum on your daddy’s cock, now.” He hisses in your ear, then leans down to nibble your neck.

You feel yourself melting on him as the orgasm hits you like a wave, soaking his cock. Your legs give up, so you lay on him. “I got you, princess” Johnny kisses your shoulder and starts thrusting deep, barely pulling out of your tightness. He chases his own release, groaning softly in your ear.

It doesn't take long, his cock swells and throbs, flooding your insides with his warm seed. He pants against your shoulder and strokes your back. “You took me so well, you’re such a good girl for daddy.” He mumbles against your skin. “Now rest, I’ll take care of everything else…”

After a few hours, you wake up. You’re in someone’s bed, the room is nice and clean, it’s already morning. On your right, a bouquet of assorted flowers, colorful yet simple. On your left, Mr. Depp, with his glasses on as he tries to read something on his phone. When he notices you’re awake, he gives a smile. “Morning, my princess.” He places his phone and glasses aside and leans down to kiss your forehead.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, tender. “How are you feeling? I hope I didn’t break you” He chuckles softly, a rich deep sound. “What’s with the flowers?” You ask, a bit surprised. “Um? Just because. There shouldn't always be a reason to give you a gift, dear.” He nuzzles your neck. “I hope you like them. And, when you’re ready, we’ll go out for breakfast, sounds good?” He smiles. “Remember, baby…”

“You deserve a real man, not some boy who can’t even grow a proper beard.” He winks and kisses your temple.

a/n: oh I was going to write something in the end like "wait, what was the boy's name again?" to show that Johnny could make the reader forget everything but himself, that's why I said the boy's name was Paul. But Johnny made even the writer forget about it! KKJJKKJ

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Johnny bends you over and fucks you in front of a mirror in order to help you get over your body issues

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 NSFW content, P in V sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), creampie, mentions of body issues/insecurities, hair pulling, squirting

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f! reader

"Stop, baby, you look fine. Great, actually." He whispered, standing behind you, hands on your hips as you looked at yourself in your vanity mirror. He placed a kiss on your temple before speaking again, "Stop worrying, okay? Nobody's looking that close anyways." He reassured.

"But I feel ugly, I don't like how my stomach looks in this." You complained softly, which only made him tighten his grip on you a bit.

"Baby, you know I hate when you talk bad about your body. I think you look sexy. You worry too much. You're beautiful." He once again reassured, moving his hands to rub your back.

"But-" You started, before he interrupted you.

"No buts. Do I need to fuck that thought out of your pretty little head?" He asked, pushing you down over your vanity slightly, enough so you were bent over.

Your breath hitched softly, and you could feel his clothed erection against your ass. Did he really find you that attractive?

"Tell me no and I'll stop, love." He whispered, pushing your dress up over your hips, exposing your white lace panties. He ran his fingers along your clothed slit, feeling the wetness collect under the fabric.

"Don't stop." You mewled out, subconsciously pushing back against him a bit.

"Good girl." He replied, voice low, smooth, yet a bit raspy. You didn't lift your head to look up at him, to meet his eyes in the mirror, but you didn't need to to know what he was doing. You heard him undoing his belt, the metal of the buckle clattering as he undid the leather around his hips. Quickly, you heard the fabric of his pants hitting the floor, and he pulled your panties down.

"Look at me when I fuck you, love. Want you to see how gorgeous you look." He said, gently grabbing your hair, making you meet his eyes in the mirror as he pushed inside you.

You felt the familiar stretch of his cock inside you, and although it was a sensation you'd grown accustomed to, it would never lose it's affect on you. "Fuck.. You feel so good inside me, J." You whispered breathlessly.

He started with slower, softer strokes to get you going at first, before gradually speeding up, getting harder, deeper.

He shifted his hand from your hair to your chin, making you meet his eyes again as he pounding into you. "Watch yourself, baby. Watch how I fuck you."

You felt your eyes flutter a bit, but you kept strong. You couldn't help the moans that spilt from your lips as he took you. The sight in the mirror was something straight out of a porn video, his toned, tattoos arms, one hook under your hips, the other keeping your head up.. It was almost too much, you didn't think you'd ever seen something so erotic before.

"You look so beautiful like this." He praises, his pace somehow quickening. "Your face all flushed, your mouth hanging open... You like that, baby? You like seeing me own your body like this?" He clearly got a kick out of seeing you falling apart under him, your cunt clenching around his cock. "Answer me."

"Yes! Fuck.. Yes!" You cried out, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. You could feel the pleasure burning in you.

"Fuck.. You feel so good like this." He groaned, feeling you squeeze him. He began to thrust even harder, his hips slapping against your ass. "That's right, baby. You feel that? You feel me deep inside you?"

"Mhm!" You softly cried out. "Oh god, I'm not gonna last long.." You somehow managed through pleasured breaths and moans

"Neither am I, baby." He panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. He reached down and started to rub your clit, trying to make you come with him. "Let go for me, sweetheart..."

That was all it took for you to come undone, squirting all over his cock as you cried out. You let your forehead gently rest on the vanity table in front of you, your legs trembling slightly as you whined softly.

"Fuck, yes." He groaned, feeling you squeeze him again. He thrust a few more times before he came hard, burying his cock deep inside you. As the waves of pleasure passed, he slowly pulled out and turned you over gently. "Do you feel beautiful yet?" He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. He gently brushed a piece of your sweat soaked hair out of your face, kissing the corner of your lips.

"Beautiful enough for you." You replied as he held you tight to him.

"You're beautiful enough for yourself, but baby steps I suppose. Come on, I'll help get you cleaned up." He said softly, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before helping you stand up.

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fruits for breakfast

Scenario: You and Johnny decide to have breakfast in bed...

Warnings: smut, female reader, oral sex, reader receiving and johnny giving, unprotected sex, p in v, slight praise kink, dirty talk ig, dom!johnny and sub!reader, written by a virgin lol.

Words: 2022 (I'm sorry)

a/n: I'm using Grammarly to correct my silly writing mistakes, I hope it's fine now. And, again, no one reviewed this before I posted. Spoiler: no, there are no fruits.

It's morning, the quietness is quite comfortable. The window is open, the curtains gracefully flowing with the gentle wind, it's a pretty day. And even lovelier is the man lying asleep next to you, your dear husband Johnny. It’s his day off, thankfully, since this man works so hard, he deserves a break.

You stroke his smooth cheek, watching him sleeping, smiling warmly. Johnny stirs, feeling your touch on him. His eyes flutter open and he smiles, his hand moving to your waist, holding you. “Good morning, sweetie,” He murmurs, a bit sleepy. “You slept well?” His thumb caresses your waist, his grip tightening slightly.

You hum as a yes, nodding ever so slightly. You snuggle closer to him, laying your head on your husband's chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Feeling clingy today, baby?” He teases with a small chuckle. “Can't I enjoy my man's presence now?” You retort with a smirk, he laughs softly and presses a kiss on the top of your head. “I missed you too, sweetheart…”

Johnny looks down at you and smiles warmly, eyes filled with love and adoration, stroking your back. You look up back at him “Let’s have a lazy day today, honey?” you suggest, your hands massaging his chest and shoulders aimlessly. Johnny nods with a hum, his eyes closing and opening slowly.

“What do you want for breakfast, hubby?” You mumble against his bare chest, your lips brushing against his warm skin. He shivers softly at the sensation, his left hand moving up to tangle your hair. “Something sweet, maybe” He strokes your hair. “Something juicy” He licks his lips, looking down at you. “Sweet and juicy…” You echo, thinking. “Would you like a fruit salad? I could even sprinkle sugar on it” 

He smirks softly, his eyes almost closed. “A fruit salad? sounds delicious, darling” He whispers and kisses your temple. “Yeah?” You chuckle softly and kiss his lips tenderly. “I will get a bowl for you” You try to turn away to leave the bed but Johnny holds your waist tightly, stopping you. “A bowl?” He chuckles and you frown your eyebrows slightly, confused. “Yes, my dear… A bowl for the fruits, the fruit salad” You explain, still trying to understand the reason behind his reaction.

“Why, silly?” He teases you and pulls you closer again. “There’s a delicious pair of apples right here” His hand slides up your waist, cupping one of your clothed breasts. You gasp softly in surprise. “Johnny..” You breathe against his skin, his fingers gently tighten his grip around your breast in response, a squeeze. “Yes, baby?” He whispers in a low tone, his thumb brushing against your clothered nipple, feeling it harden under his digit. “You like it, huh?”

You squirm once, pressing your lips together. “No no no, baby… let me hear you” He kisses your lips, letting it linger for a few seconds. You deepen the kiss, gently nibbling his lower lip. He squeezes your breast harder, his tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. You moan against his lips, loving his hands on you.

Johnny moves, breaking the kiss, he turns you to lay on your back while he hovers over you. He leans down and kisses your neck, a hand resting on your shoulder. Your hands, in turn, go to his bare chest, gently scratching it with your long nails. He hisses, getting aroused with the mix of slight pain and pleasure from your scratches.

His fingers slide the strings of your babydoll dress down your arms, exposing your chest to his hungry eyes. “So beautiful, my love, so delicious..” He whispers, licking his lips. Johnny has seen you naked countless times before, but he won’t ever get tired of the sight, his heart pounds and his cock throbs every single time like it’s the first. 

He bobs his head down, his lips spreading until it touches your skin. His tongue swirls on your nipple and he sucks your breast, his teeth slightly grazing on it. Johnny’s hand goes under your breast, squeezing it to make it fit in his mouth. He sucks, nibbles, and kisses your breast, worshiping it. You moan, arching your back. Your hands move from his chest to his hair, gently tugging the smooth strands and pushing his head against your breast, keeping him there. 

He smiles against your skin, finding your eagerness amusing, and travels his other hand down your stomach, leaving goosebumps all the way down until he reaches your thighs. He strokes your sensitive skin, making you shiver. “Oh, Johnny…” You gasp, calling. “Hm?” He leans back, looking into your eyes, before leaning down again to cup your other breast with his lips.

“Tell me, darling. What does my pretty girl want?” He whispers against your skin, his lips close around your nipple, sucking it. His hand, once on your thigh, slides up your inner thighs, his fingers barely touching your skin, making you shiver. Johnny knows how to touch you, what makes you moan and tremble beneath him. His fingers finally reach your heat, sliding a finger between the covered slit, feeling the dampness through the thin fabric of your underwear. You don't have to tell him what to do, he knows your favorite spots like the palm of his hand.

You moan, your legs twitching. He gives your nipple a final lick before trailing kisses down your stomach, his tongue occasionally moving out to lick your skin. When he finally reaches the sweet spot, he raises your knees and spreads your legs further. Johnny looks into your eyes and smirks, his lips close but not touching you. “I won’t have to beg, will I?” You whine. “Please, Johnny…”

He chuckles. “I didn’t say anything and you’re already begging, such a good girl” He closes his eyes and presses a kiss on your clothed clit, making you moan. His hands move up from your knees to your hips, traveling by your inner thighs. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and gently pulls them down, slowly and patiently. Johnny licks his lips, he's eating your wetness with his eyes already, finally throwing your panties in a corner. 

He leans even closer, sniffing the scent of arousal from your intimacy, a smell that he adores. He feels his cock throbbing in his sweatpants, but he ignores it for now. He nudges his nose tip on your folds, eliciting a delicious gasp from your mouth. Johnny sticks out his tongue, giving a long lick on the inner lips, spreading them apart, his eyes close as he savors the taste. “You’re sweeter than any fruit, my honey..” Johnny praises, his lips closing around your inner lips and giving a gentle tug, sucking.

Your mouth opened in surprise and pleasure, your hands gripping his hair tighter. You buck your hips against his face, craving more. He groans softly against your folds, making gentle vibrations. Johnny wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place. He starts eating you out like your pussy is a delicious, juicy watermelon, he buries his face and makes a mess, smearing your arousal all over his face. He lashes several licks, kisses, and sucks, worshiping your intimacy.

Johnny acts like a starved man, and that’s not completely wrong considering he’s always hungry for you, no matter how many times he has seen your body, it’s always like the first time. His fingers join the fun, resting his palm on your pubic bone and brushing your clit with his thumb, eliciting whimpers from you. After a few minutes, he repositions his hand, sliding his middle finger inside your tight, velvet cave. His other hand keeps holding your thigh.

He keeps licking and flicking against your clit, the pace of his finger thrusting matching with his tongue. He inserts another finger, curling the two upwards to caress your insides. “L-Love, please..” You plead, squeaking. Your insides clenching around his fingers, you feel yourself getting wetter. “Please what, baby?” He whispers against your pussy, his warm breath hitting your skin. You whine, since he stopped licking. “Use your words.” He commands, firmly. 

You take a deep breath, inhaling air. “Honey, please… I need to cum, please.” You beg, fingers still tugging his hair. He groans softly, pleased by your answer and your hands on his hair. He gives a final suck on your clit before shifting his position, coming up to face you again. 

Johnny leans down to kiss your jawline and neck, his teeth nipping your skin. “I’ll make you cum around me, would you like that?” He whispers between kisses. You nod, at this point you would accept anything as long as it makes you release. Your hands are on his shoulders, gripping his muscles. He caresses your waist, his thumb gently pressing against your skin.

Johnny's right-hand goes down, wrapping around his girth. He strokes himself a few times, brushing the mushroom head against your folds. He uses your arousal mixed with his saliva as lube, inserting just the head and then pulling it out. “Johnny…” You groan, frustrated with his teasing, impatient.

He chuckles against your neck, leaving a few kisses as an apology. Johnny slowly pushes forward, holding his breath as he watches your face. He pulls back, then pushes in again, going a little deeper. He repeats the motion, picking up speed. He exhales once fully settled, feeling your inner walls gripping him. He moans softly and slides his hands to your hips, holding you close. “Fuck…” He breathes.

Johnny links his lips with yours, kissing you heatedly. You moan against his lips, your nails scratching his chest, making him groan. His tongue invades your mouth, just like his dick was invading your pussy. He breaks the kiss gently, turning his head to look at the spot where your bodies meet. The sight of his cock stretching your insides never fails to arouse him, leaving a feeling of satisfaction in him.

He could feel your walls trembling, an urge to go even deeper takes control of him. “You’re so tight, so wet” He moans softly. Johnny holds your hips tighter and pistons his hips against yours, he lifts your hips slightly, making the tip of his member hit your sweet spot. You squeak and moan, rolling your eyes back in pleasure. Johnny places his hand on your lower belly, he can see the bulge of his mushroom head sliding in and out of you, and that’s enough to bring him to the edge, making his breath ragged.

But he wants to make you come first, so he sticks out his thumb and rubs your clit in tight circular motions. Your legs tremble, your moans becoming higher, he smirks in satisfaction. He leans to whisper in your ear. “Let it go for me, baby... You’re doing so fucking great.” He nibs your earlobe, his pace never faltering. You feel your orgasm coming, the need to release growing. Johnny whispers more words of encouragement, telling you how tight you grip his cock, how wet you are for him, how much he loves the feeling.

Then, it crashes down like a wave, leaving your body buzzing. Your inner walls contract impossibly tight around him, milking him. Shivers go down his spine, his lemons tightening and the pressure growing, until he can’t hold back. He buries himself deep inside, releasing thick ropes of cum. He shudders from the strength of his orgasm.

Panting, Johnny whispers sweet nothings in your ear, still thrusting inside, now gentler, prolonging your pleasure. He pulls it out and kisses your face. “That was amazing, darling” He breathes. You look at his face and smile, still recovering your breath, and your hands cup his cheeks. “I love you, honey” You whisper and kiss his nose tip. “I love you more, my queen.” He smiles. “You ready?”

“Ready for what?” You chuckle and, suddenly, he picks you up in bridal style. You laugh in surprise. “Ready to get pampered, it’s a reward.” He winks and carries you to the bathroom. Now, that was a wonderful way to start the day.

a/n: I don't know if this is too cringe, I hope it's bearable... And I couldn't use the word "banana", I find it so fucking funny, sorry KMKKJ.

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Dancing with a stranger at a Hollywood party ends with a steamy hook up

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 P in V sex, oral (m! receiving, f! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (do not try this at home), age gap (Johnny is in his early 40s, reader is in her mid 20s), drunk(ish) sex, 69

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f! reader

You somehow managed to be in the right place at the right time. You were at a party, just having fun, living out your 20s as you should. And you just so happened to end up dancing with Johnny Depp. You didn't necessarily know fully who he was, but you knew he was smokin' hot, and you wanted him to take you home.

After a bit of dirty dancing, grinding back against him, he grabbed your hips, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Let's get out of here, hm? How would you like that, princess?" He whispered, his voice low and rough with desire.

"I think I'd like that very much, Mr. Depp." You teased, twirling your hair and biting your bottom lip slightly. You were a bit tipsy, drunk enough to not die of cringe as you engaged in some pretty cliché seduction, but sober enough to know what you were doing, what you were consenting to.

He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the building, giving you a wink as he turned to look back at you. God, you were already soaked.

-

He pushed you down on the bed, already working to unzip your dress. His tongue greedily explored your mouth, messy and lustful. He pushed your dress off, admiring every curve and dip in your body.

"So beautiful.." He mumbled, pressing kisses along your skin, down to the curve of your breasts. He expertly unclipped your bra, even in his drunken state. "All mine tonight" He finished, his hands finding your breasts, thumbs rubbing circles on your nipples. You let your head fall back in a breathless moan, but he wanted more.

He off his belt, unzipping his jeans, pushing them to the ground. "Get on top of me, let me taste you, sweet girl." He half commanded, half begged. He tugged his boxers off before taking your panties off. As soon as he was laid on the bed, he pulled you onto him with no hesitation, your ass in his face, pussy completely dripping.

No man had ever put you in this position before, it was so strangely erotic, how one different position could have you clenching around nothing.

"Go on, put that pretty mouth to use. I know you know what to do. Don't make me punish you." He warned. While the idea of his punishments sent a spark to your core, you wanted to please him, listen to him.

As you took his cock in your mouth, he licked up your cunt. You knew he'd match your energy, it was an equal trade off. You stroked what you couldn't fit in your mouth, he dipped his tongue into your hole. You used your free hand to gently fondle his balls, his tongue darted across your clit with expertise.

You were so close already, no doubt he was too. You bobbed your head faster on his cock, as if to silently communicate you were close. The soft grunts against your pussy didn't help your case, but you figured your moans weren't helping his.

It wasn't long before you were exploding, the pleasure overtaking you as you gently pushed back on his face a bit more. You deep throated his cock as he came, feeling his length twitch in your mouth.

As you pulled your mouth off his cock, he spoke in a gruff voice, "You got one more in you sweetheart?" He asked, rubbing the thick flesh of your thighs.

"Yes, god, yes." You replied, wiping your mouth. He shifted you onto the bed, putting you in a mating press as if you weighed nothing.

He quickly slipped his cock into you, already hard again. He wasted absolutely no time pounding into you, his thrusts sloppy, but you didn't even think about it too much as his cock slammed into that sweet spot inside you.

You were moaning out, practically crying, your head leaned back against the mattress.

"Feels good, doesn't it, doll? Fuck, you're so tight. Feel so good wrapped around my cock." He praised. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, the erotic mix of his cologne and the scent of sex was present in the air.

"I'm close... Please Johnny, I'm so close.." You whined out, eyes glossed over, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to, and I'll let you cum. Tell me who's making you feel so good. Tell me who's face you came on." He commanded, still rutting into you. He shifted his position only slightly to ghost his fingers over your clit.

"Fuck! You, Johnny! You're making me feel so good." You cried out. That seemed to satisfy him, as he applied a bit of pressure to your clit, nearly making you see stars.

"Good girl, that's right. Look so pretty under me when you're falling apart like this." He murmured. You couldn't even find it in yourself to care if it was drunk babbling, because it was doing absolute wonders to coax your orgasm.

"Gonna cum in this little pussy. You gonna cum with me, sweetheart, hm? Come undone while I fill you up?" He teased.

"Yes, yes, please! I can't- oh my god.. I need to cum!" You cried out, and it only took a few more sloppy thrusts from him before you were gushing, tightening around him, which earned a groan from him. It wasn't long before he was spilling inside you, burying himself in you to make sure you could feel him deep inside you.

As he pulled out, and his sperm dripped out of you, he replaced his cock with his fingers, as if to keep his essence inside you. "Think I'd like having you around a little longer, doll." He murmured, although he'd give you a break.

For now.

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real

"SLUT!"

people always talk

and they'll say how I'm a slut, 

or say I go through men

but they'll never see the quiet parts, the soft romance

kisses on cheeks, fingers intertwined

that wouldn't be a fun rumor though, 

would it? 

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Johnny comforts you through your panic attack

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 mentions of panic attacks, hyperventilation, breaking down, anxiety

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x gn! reader

The entire week had just been awful, it was like nothing had worked in your favor. It took just one of your friends cancelling plans with you to absolutely lose it. It wasn't even that big of a deal but you were already so stressed, and looking forward to this hangout.

Your longtime boyfriend, Johnny, had caught you sobbing and immediately his protective instincts went off. "Hey, baby, what's going on? You're okay, right? You're not hurt?" He asked, gently putting his hands on your arms, standing behind you. That was always his thing, he wanted to make sure you weren't physical hurt. If you were just emotionally hurt, all he needed to do was just figure out how to pick you back up.

"No, no, no, I'm fine! Totally fine.. No, no.. I'm fine." You said through tears, repeating it like a mantra. You didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

"Really? Because you're repeating your words, you're pale and you look like you're going to pass out." He said, clearly not buying your words. His voice was filled with concern, and he kept his hands on your arms to keep you steady.

"Yeah, you might wanna catch me." You replied, trying to downplay how fucked up you were right now.

He wasn't taking any chances as he gently scooped you up in his arms, as if you weighed nothing, and brought you to your shared bedroom. He gently put you down on the mattress, laying next to you and holding you close.

"Shhhh.. It's okay, I've got you. Whatever happened doesn't matter now, let it melt away, you're safe. I've got you. I love you." He whispered, stroking your hair as you cried into his chest. His heart ached at your tears, but he would do anything to help you feel better.

It took a bit but eventually you calmed down. Your breathing slowed and evened, the tears stopped pouring. But you felt dehydrated and left with a killer headache.

"How about I go make some tea and we can talk about it, yeah? How does that sound, sweetheart?" He asked softly.

You just nodded your head, letting out a soft "mhm" as he gently untangled himself from your body. He situated you under the covers, making sure you were comfortable, before kissing your temple and heading downstairs to make some tea for you.

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fruits for breakfast.

Scenario: You and Johnny decide to have breakfast in bed...

Warnings: smut, female reader, oral sex, reader receiving and johnny giving, unprotected sex, p in v, slight praise kink, dirty talk ig, dom!johnny and sub!reader, written by a virgin lol.

Words: 2022 (I'm sorry)

a/n: I'm using Grammarly to correct my silly writing mistakes, I hope it's fine now. And, again, no one reviewed this before I posted. Spoiler: no, there are no fruits.

It's morning, the quietness is quite comfortable. The window is open, the curtains gracefully flowing with the gentle wind, it's a pretty day. And even lovelier is the man lying asleep next to you, your dear husband Johnny. It’s his day off, thankfully, since this man works so hard, he deserves a break.

You stroke his smooth cheek, watching him sleeping, smiling warmly. Johnny stirs, feeling your touch on him. His eyes flutter open and he smiles, his hand moving to your waist, holding you. “Good morning, sweetie,” He murmurs, a bit sleepy. “You slept well?” His thumb caresses your waist, his grip tightening slightly.

You hum as a yes, nodding ever so slightly. You snuggle closer to him, laying your head on your husband's chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Feeling clingy today, baby?” He teases with a small chuckle. “Can't I enjoy my man's presence now?” You retort with a smirk, he laughs softly and presses a kiss on the top of your head. “I missed you too, sweetheart…”

Johnny looks down at you and smiles warmly, eyes filled with love and adoration, stroking your back. You look up back at him “Let’s have a lazy day today, honey?” you suggest, your hands massaging his chest and shoulders aimlessly. Johnny nods with a hum, his eyes closing and opening slowly.

“What do you want for breakfast, hubby?” You mumble against his bare chest, your lips brushing against his warm skin. He shivers softly at the sensation, his left hand moving up to tangle your hair. “Something sweet, maybe” He strokes your hair. “Something juicy” He licks his lips, looking down at you. “Sweet and juicy…” You echo, thinking. “Would you like a fruit salad? I could even sprinkle sugar on it” 

He smirks softly, his eyes almost closed. “A fruit salad? sounds delicious, darling” He whispers and kisses your temple. “Yeah?” You chuckle softly and kiss his lips tenderly. “I will get a bowl for you” You try to turn away to leave the bed but Johnny holds your waist tightly, stopping you. “A bowl?” He chuckles and you frown your eyebrows slightly, confused. “Yes, my dear… A bowl for the fruits, the fruit salad” You explain, still trying to understand the reason behind his reaction.

“Why, silly?” He teases you and pulls you closer again. “There’s a delicious pair of apples right here” His hand slides up your waist, cupping one of your clothed breasts. You gasp softly in surprise. “Johnny..” You breathe against his skin, his fingers gently tighten his grip around your breast in response, a squeeze. “Yes, baby?” He whispers in a low tone, his thumb brushing against your clothered nipple, feeling it harden under his digit. “You like it, huh?”

You squirm once, pressing your lips together. “No no no, baby… let me hear you” He kisses your lips, letting it linger for a few seconds. You deepen the kiss, gently nibbling his lower lip. He squeezes your breast harder, his tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. You moan against his lips, loving his hands on you.

Johnny moves, breaking the kiss, he turns you to lay on your back while he hovers over you. He leans down and kisses your neck, a hand resting on your shoulder. Your hands, in turn, go to his bare chest, gently scratching it with your long nails. He hisses, getting aroused with the mix of slight pain and pleasure from your scratches.

His fingers slide the strings of your babydoll dress down your arms, exposing your chest to his hungry eyes. “So beautiful, my love, so delicious..” He whispers, licking his lips. Johnny has seen you naked countless times before, but he won’t ever get tired of the sight, his heart pounds and his cock throbs every single time like it’s the first. 

He bobs his head down, his lips spreading until it touches your skin. His tongue swirls on your nipple and he sucks your breast, his teeth slightly grazing on it. Johnny’s hand goes under your breast, squeezing it to make it fit in his mouth. He sucks, nibbles, and kisses your breast, worshiping it. You moan, arching your back. Your hands move from his chest to his hair, gently tugging the smooth strands and pushing his head against your breast, keeping him there. 

He smiles against your skin, finding your eagerness amusing, and travels his other hand down your stomach, leaving goosebumps all the way down until he reaches your thighs. He strokes your sensitive skin, making you shiver. “Oh, Johnny…” You gasp, calling. “Hm?” He leans back, looking into your eyes, before leaning down again to cup your other breast with his lips.

“Tell me, darling. What does my pretty girl want?” He whispers against your skin, his lips close around your nipple, sucking it. His hand, once on your thigh, slides up your inner thighs, his fingers barely touching your skin, making you shiver. Johnny knows how to touch you, what makes you moan and tremble beneath him. His fingers finally reach your heat, sliding a finger between the covered slit, feeling the dampness through the thin fabric of your underwear. You don't have to tell him what to do, he knows your favorite spots like the palm of his hand.

You moan, your legs twitching. He gives your nipple a final lick before trailing kisses down your stomach, his tongue occasionally moving out to lick your skin. When he finally reaches the sweet spot, he raises your knees and spreads your legs further. Johnny looks into your eyes and smirks, his lips close but not touching you. “I won’t have to beg, will I?” You whine. “Please, Johnny…”

He chuckles. “I didn’t say anything and you’re already begging, such a good girl” He closes his eyes and presses a kiss on your clothed clit, making you moan. His hands move up from your knees to your hips, traveling by your inner thighs. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and gently pulls them down, slowly and patiently. Johnny licks his lips, he's eating your wetness with his eyes already, finally throwing your panties in a corner. 

He leans even closer, sniffing the scent of arousal from your intimacy, a smell that he adores. He feels his cock throbbing in his sweatpants, but he ignores it for now. He nudges his nose tip on your folds, eliciting a delicious gasp from your mouth. Johnny sticks out his tongue, giving a long lick on the inner lips, spreading them apart, his eyes close as he savors the taste. “You’re sweeter than any fruit, my honey..” Johnny praises, his lips closing around your inner lips and giving a gentle tug, sucking.

Your mouth opened in surprise and pleasure, your hands gripping his hair tighter. You buck your hips against his face, craving more. He groans softly against your folds, making gentle vibrations. Johnny wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place. He starts eating you out like your pussy is a delicious, juicy watermelon, he buries his face and makes a mess, smearing your arousal all over his face. He lashes several licks, kisses, and sucks, worshiping your intimacy.

Johnny acts like a starved man, and that’s not completely wrong considering he’s always hungry for you, no matter how many times he has seen your body, it’s always like the first time. His fingers join the fun, resting his palm on your pubic bone and brushing your clit with his thumb, eliciting whimpers from you. After a few minutes, he repositions his hand, sliding his middle finger inside your tight, velvet cave. His other hand keeps holding your thigh.

He keeps licking and flicking against your clit, the pace of his finger thrusting matching with his tongue. He inserts another finger, curling the two upwards to caress your insides. “L-Love, please..” You plead, squeaking. Your insides clenching around his fingers, you feel yourself getting wetter. “Please what, baby?” He whispers against your pussy, his warm breath hitting your skin. You whine, since he stopped licking. “Use your words.” He commands, firmly. 

You take a deep breath, inhaling air. “Honey, please… I need to cum, please.” You beg, fingers still tugging his hair. He groans softly, pleased by your answer and your hands on his hair. He gives a final suck on your clit before shifting his position, coming up to face you again. 

Johnny leans down to kiss your jawline and neck, his teeth nipping your skin. “I’ll make you cum around me, would you like that?” He whispers between kisses. You nod, at this point you would accept anything as long as it makes you release. Your hands are on his shoulders, gripping his muscles. He caresses your waist, his thumb gently pressing against your skin.

Johnny's right-hand goes down, wrapping around his girth. He strokes himself a few times, brushing the mushroom head against your folds. He uses your arousal mixed with his saliva as lube, inserting just the head and then pulling it out. “Johnny…” You groan, frustrated with his teasing, impatient.

He chuckles against your neck, leaving a few kisses as an apology. Johnny slowly pushes forward, holding his breath as he watches your face. He pulls back, then pushes in again, going a little deeper. He repeats the motion, picking up speed. He exhales once fully settled, feeling your inner walls gripping him. He moans softly and slides his hands to your hips, holding you close. “Fuck…” He breathes.

Johnny links his lips with yours, kissing you heatedly. You moan against his lips, your nails scratching his chest, making him groan. His tongue invades your mouth, just like his dick was invading your pussy. He breaks the kiss gently, turning his head to look at the spot where your bodies meet. The sight of his cock stretching your insides never fails to arouse him, leaving a feeling of satisfaction in him.

He could feel your walls trembling, an urge to go even deeper takes control of him. “You’re so tight, so wet” He moans softly. Johnny holds your hips tighter and pistons his hips against yours, he lifts your hips slightly, making the tip of his member hit your sweet spot. You squeak and moan, rolling your eyes back in pleasure. Johnny places his hand on your lower belly, he can see the bulge of his mushroom head sliding in and out of you, and that’s enough to bring him to the edge, making his breath ragged.

But he wants to make you come first, so he sticks out his thumb and rubs your clit in tight circular motions. Your legs tremble, your moans becoming higher, he smirks in satisfaction. He leans to whisper in your ear. “Let it go for me, baby... You’re doing so fucking great.” He nibs your earlobe, his pace never faltering. You feel your orgasm coming, the need to release growing. Johnny whispers more words of encouragement, telling you how tight you grip his cock, how wet you are for him, how much he loves the feeling.

Then, it crashes down like a wave, leaving your body buzzing. Your inner walls contract impossibly tight around him, milking him. Shivers go down his spine, his lemons tightening and the pressure growing, until he can’t hold back. He buries himself deep inside, releasing thick ropes of cum. He shudders from the strength of his orgasm.

Panting, Johnny whispers sweet nothings in your ear, still thrusting inside, now gentler, prolonging your pleasure. He pulls it out and kisses your face. “That was amazing, darling” He breathes. You look at his face and smile, still recovering your breath, and your hands cup his cheeks. “I love you, honey” You whisper and kiss his nose tip. “I love you more, my queen.” He smiles. “You ready?”

“Ready for what?” You chuckle and, suddenly, he picks you up in bridal style. You laugh in surprise. “Ready to get pampered, it’s a reward.” He winks and carries you to the bathroom. Now, that was a wonderful way to start the day.

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this is wrong.

Scenario: Johnny Depp, your long time best friend, finds a Truth Or Dare board game in your house and you two end up kissing.

Warnings: Female reader, friends to lovers, suggestive at the end, perhaps boring...

Words: around 1270

a/n: I can't believe people actually read my smut lol. So, here I am again! english is not my first language, I apologize for any grammar mistake or confused sentences. And, unfortunately, no one reviwed this before I post.

You are with your best friend Johnny at your own house, it’s Saturday and you were completely bored until you’ve decided to invite him. Johnny is your childhood friend, his mother is friends with yours and perhaps even your grandmothers were friends, but that’s not the point here.

You’re sitting on the carpet with your back against the couch while Johnny is laying on that couch, both of you staring at the huge online movie catalog on the TV. You groan, frustrated. “Why does everything look so boring?” You look at Depp, hoping that he has something on his mind that might rescue you two away from this tedious state. In truth, he indeed has something on his mind, but that wouldn’t be right…

He bites his lower lip, thinking, then looks at you. “Because you’re a grumpy, picky girl” He teases with a resting face, dropping the remote on your lap. You gasp mockingly, and playfully slaps his leg. “You’re ridiculous.” You chuckle. “I hear that a lot.” He chuckled along.

Johnny shifts, now sitting on the couch. “So, what now?” He looks down at you, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Do you have any board games?” He suggests with a shrug. “Board games…” You narrow your eyes, trying to remember if you have any, at least a decent game to play. “Oh, I have Chess, Uno and Checkers.” You list, relaxing your gaze on him. “I don’t usually play Board games” You explain the lack of options, even though he didn’t ask.

He stands up. “Alright, I’ll get that Uno.” Depp heads to your bedroom, where the board games stay, they’re probably on top of your wardrobe, forgotten. You place the remote on the small table in front of you and stand up, stretching your arms over your head. You walk towards the kitchen, maybe some snacks would go with the games.

You open the fridge and search for something to drink. A few memories of your childhood with Johnny floods your mind, a warm smile appears on your face and you don’t even notice it. You and him had been friends since forever, it seems. You can’t remember a day without him, he’s like a vital part of you. You think about your school days with him, the weekend sleepovers, the arcade afternoons… You especially remember the day he taught you how to play bowling, the way he smiled everytime your eyes asked for reassurance, the way his hands held yours to show how the ball should be thrown, his warmth from being so close to you- woah, what was that?

You shake your head, trying to dismiss these thoughts, and grab two cans of coke, placing them on the cabinet next to the fridge. You know you bought some chips the week before, so you start looking for it in that same cabinet. A loud sound coming from your bedroom snaps you out of your tranquility, the sound of boxes falling.

“Johnny?” You call, laughing softly, you wish you had seen that. “I’m good!” He shouts from the bedroom. His steps grow louder as he approaches you, holding a small box. “C’mon, you have Truth Or Dare? why didn’t you tell me before?” He asks with a smile, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. “Oh, do I?” You raise an eyebrow, looking at the box, neither did you know you have that. “Let’s go then..” You say, grabbing the two cokes and the bag of chips, following Johnny to the living room again.

You two sit on the floor, next to the small table. Johnny opens the box, revealing two piles of cards, he looks up at you with a smirk, he’s very competitive when it comes to Truth or Dare - or any challenging game. You watch him with an amused smile, finding his eagerness cute. “Alright. Rock, paper, scissors?” He asks, rubbing his palms together anxiously. You laugh softly and nod, already extending a hand. After three rounds, the paper against the rock turns you victorious. You choose one of the stacks and picks a card, reading aloud:

“Have you ever watched someone sleeping?” You stare at the card for a few seconds, then lower your hand to look up at Johnny, waiting for his answer. You think that this question is somewhat weird, why would someone do that? “Em... Yes, I have.” He chuckles, as if suddenly shy. You laugh in surprise “Really? Oh, wow, who?” Your smile is as wide as your eyes, finding it funny. “Hey, now it’s my turn.” He tries to change the focus, reaching for a card on the other stack, he brings it close to his face, reading. Once done, he glances at you and faces away, blushing softly.

“What’s the matter? Is it a dare?” You ask, curious. You don’t really like doing dares, but you’re also not the one to turn it down and ruin the fun. “You know what? this one doesn’t count, I’ll pick another one.” He says, already reaching for the cards again but you stop his hand. “Now, that’s cheating. Come on! Throw it at me, I can handle” You wink and lean back again, trying to be courageous… Was that even a good idea?

He clears his throat and reads the dare. “Kiss the person to your right” He searches your eyes again, trying to get your reaction. You’re stunned, you didn’t see it coming, but… Now that you’re thinking about it, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? a fake kiss wouldn’t ruin your friendship, would it? You laugh it off, trying to stay calm and composed. “It’s just a dare, nothing much… Are you okay with that? we can pick another card if-” You start, your tone slowly getting rushed as Johnny leaned closer, is he really doing it?

In truth, he would be stupid if he let this opportunity escape. He already had dreams about it, and now he has the best excuse to do it. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against yours, closing his eyes to savor the feeling. Your eyes are wide open though, shocked. Your best friend, your long time friend, is kissing you right in your living room.

It doesn't last long, and when you finally relax, Johnny pulls away. He looks into your eyes and you’re mesmerized, he gulps and leaned back. “Sorry, that wasn’t right-” He tries to speak but you interrupt him, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him closer again. Your lips crash against his, pouring all the repressed feelings that only grew over the years.

Then, he realizes. The only thing that would be truly wrong is denying his happiness. And his happiness is you, always have been and always will be. He kisses you back without hesitation, placing a hand on your waist, his heart feeling lighter and warmer. When the kiss ends, he smirks. “Looks like I’m not the only one competitive here.” He teases, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Shut up” You roll your eyes, chuckling.

“No, you shut up” He says, keeping the playful, teasing banter. That’s one of the characteristics of your friendship that you value and appreciate with all your heart, there’s no bad or awkward moments when you two are together. “Make me” you challenge, bluffing. You feel more confident, now that you don’t need to restrain yourself from following your heart, and it leads to Johnny.

“Oh.. I will,” He smirks, narrowing his eyes. He gently lays you down on the floor, his hand still on your waist, his body hovering over yours. “but you might moan a little.”

a/n: I tried to write something cute or anything but the horny thoughts I have about this man, turns out I simply can't! :D (I saw the last two sentences on Pinterest and I just had to put it somewhere, sorry)

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being thirsty.

scenario: You thirsty for Johnny, locked in a restroom stall during an event.

warnings: smut, female reader, the word “cocksucker”, blowjob, male receiving, public (restroom), dirty talk, cum.

words: 1.2k

a/n: maybe some sentences or words are confusing or written wrongly, english is not my native language and i'm far from fluent. This is my first smut, thank you for the patience and time. Hope you have a good read!

You were at an important party full of well known celebrities as Depp’s companion, since you’re his beloved wife. You were standing at his side, his hand on your waist, while he talked to a fellow actor. 

“Is that wine?” You ask, glancing at the glass on his hand. “Yes, it Is. Would you like some?” Johnny suggests, giving you a small smile, his hand gently squeezing your waist. “Excuse me for a moment, I need to get my wife a drink.” He says to the person he was talking to and takes your hand, leading you towards the bar.

As you both walk, he whispers in your ear. “You look stunning, m’dear” He plants a kiss on your neck, below your ear. “It’s your eyes, honey” You answer with a shy smile as you two reach the bar.

Before Johnny could order your drink, you lean into his ear. “I have a better idea…” You whisper, leaning back just enough to see his reaction. Johnny raises an eyebrow at your comment, a mischievous glint in his eye. He leans in closer to you, his hand sliding down to rest on your lower back. “Oh? And what that might be?” He asks, his voice low and smooth like honey.

You don’t say a word, just bite your lower lip, lowering your gaze on him and then looking into his eyes again with a heated look. And, oh, he knows that look very, very well. It’s the look you get when you want to be alone with him, when you want to explore each other’s bodies and lose yourselves in the pleasure you give each other.

He takes your hand and leads you away from the crowded party, down a quiet hallway. He enters the restroom and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you. His hands cups your face and kisses you deeply, passionately, while yours goes to his chest, gripping the lapel of his jacket to pull him closer, as if that was possible. 

You two stumble backwards inside a stall, his tongue explores your mouth - even though he knows it so well. Your hands slide up to his hair, feeling his smooth threads between your fingers, tugging them gently. And his hands roam your body, caressing its curves through the thin fabric of your dress.

He jerks the door closed, pressing you against it with his body. Johnny groans into the kiss, your fingers tugging his hair does wonders on him, sending shivers down his spine. He breaks the kiss, his breath hitching as he gazes into your eyes. “God, I love you” He whispers with half lidded eyes. Johnny’s fingers deftly unzip your dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your lacy lingerie. 

You don’t get behind and start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his slight toned chest, which you adore. You plant kisses on his neck, slowly tracing down to his chest, then abdomen… Until you’re on your knees for him, holding his thighs. Johnny bites his lower lip, the ghost sensation of your kisses making him shiver. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging on the strands as he leans against the cold metal of the stall.

“You’re driving me wild, love.” He whispers, his voice thick with desire. “You’re such a naughty girl.” He chuckles, his voice low and rough, a clear sign of his arousal. You look up at him with those eyes and a not-so-innocent smile, excited. He unbuckles his belt with his free hand and unzips his pants, freeing his rock hard member. He strokes himself a few times, watching your face with a smug smile. He strokes your cheek with his cock, smearing a bead of precum on your skin. “Open up, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth.”

He guides it to your lips, rubbing the tip against them. You slowly spread your lips, allowing him in your warm mouth. He starts to slowly rock his hips, fucking your face with shallow thrusts, giving you time to adjust to his side. Your cheeks hollow and get filled as you bob your head up and down his shaft. He guides your pace with hands on your hair, tugging them tighter.

Johnny’s head falls back, touching the cold stall wall, as he feels your wet mouth enveloping his cock. He moans lowly, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, pushing more of his length into your mouth. “Oh, fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Take it all. Fuck, it feels so good.” He breathes, eyes closed.

Your hands gently grips his thighs, holding on them to go deeper on his shaft. Johnny’s eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling. He continues to fuck your mouth, his thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent as his arousal builds. “That’s it, take it all. Fuck, you’re doing so well. Such a good little cocksucker.” He praises you, his voice low and husky with desire. He can feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening, ready to explode.

You moan around his cock, you raise your inner eyebrows in desire, looking up at him while bobbing your head up and down. Your tongue swirls and flickers on him. “I’m close, baby. You want my cum? You want me to fill that pretty mouth?” He asks lowly, opening his eyes just enough to look down at you with his dominant gaze, you whimper at the sight.

You take him deeper as a yes, closing your eyes, preparing yourself as if you two have never done this before.

Johnny’s grip on your hair tightens, his hips bucking, driving his cock as far into your throat as he can. “Fuck, yes. Take it all, baby, swallow it all.” he commands, his voice rough and deep. A few more thrusts and he can no longer hold back, he erupts with a loud groan, flooding your mouth with his hot cum. Johnny holds your face against him, milking his orgasm, his hips still rocking, pushing the last drops of cum down your throat.

After a few moments, he pulls out, panting heavily. “That was amazing, baby. You’re so good at this..” he breathes, tucking himself back into his pants, his chest heaving. “You’re okay, princess?” He helps you get up on your feet again. He takes a piece of paper from the toilet paper roll that was nearby and gently wipes the remnants of cum from your lips, his eyes filled with love.

“Thank you, dear.” You smile, your voice a bit hoarse. Johnny helps you to get dressed again, gently zipping up your dress and pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder. He unlocks the stall, making sure that you two are alone in the restroom before leading you out of it. You go straight to the sink, washing your hands and then fixing your hair, since Johnny messed it up during the passionate act.

He watches, admiring you in the mirror. He steps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “You look gorgeous, as always.” He nuzzles your neck, placing a kiss on your skin. He gives you a reassuring squeeze before pulling away, holding your hand and leading you towards the party again.

But that didn’t end there, no. Johnny would never leave his wife’s arousal unnoticed. He took good care of it at home, very good care.

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