"I'll Write More On The Weekends" I Said... Do Not Trust Brazilians Ig KKJKKKK

"I'll write more on the weekends" I said... Do not trust brazilians ig KKJKKKK

I'll write more on the weekends, maybe a new fanfic on Saturday and another on Sunday. Take care.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?"

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 Howdy! So I think the “You’re okay, right?” one on this pin { https://pin.it/2vPUcCSKj } would work great for reader who’s having a major anxiety attack. Do you think you could write that for a Johnny x reader? - @littlerobbinphantomhive19

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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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

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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"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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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

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.

𝐀/𝐍 Sorry if this was bad, I'm sick right now LMFAO

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