Real

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? 

۫ ꣑ৎ Please don't repost without credit or permission ♡

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.

taglist: @drugs-and-daddyissues

-- If you want to be tagged, just dm me!

Passei mal igual a Pabllo Vittar

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.

𝐀/𝐍 Surprise smut chapter!! I hope it was okay, because lowkey I was on autopilot writing this chapter and I'm too lazy to rewrite it.

🦢 taglist: @littlerobbinphantomhive19 @hollywoodxrose @ghsttk @kittenlittle24 @needz1nk

♡ add yourself to my taglist here

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

🌺 taglist: @amy-fontaine @littlerobbinphantomhive19 @needz1nk @kittenlittle24 @ghsttk

♡ add yourself to my taglist here

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)