January.

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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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Johnny comforts you through your panic attack

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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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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.”

a/n: I feel like an absent mother, here's the alimony, my children. Have a good weekend everyone, i'll see you in the next one, love u all! <3

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