My Current Situation.

my current situation.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Your best friend, Johnny, finds out about all the dirty little fantasies you've been having about him. Not only does he make you confess every single one, but he makes them a reality.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 pulling panties off with teeth, P in V sex, panty stealing (kinda), couch sex, romantic sex, slightly drunk sex? reader is a bit tipsy, friends to lovers, unprotected sex (WARNING: THIS IS DONE BY PROFESSIONALS DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME), creampie

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f!reader

You were at your best friend's, Johnny's, house, just drinking, eating dinner, catching up on life. Somehow, the topic of conversation turned towards dating endeavors.

"Oh, I've sworn it off. Even hookups, though I wouldn't mind a dick appointment from you." You teased him, biting your lip, giving him a sultry look, before taking another sip of your wine. Jesus, what were you even doing? The rush of alcohol in your system making your brain fuzzy, incoherent to rational thought.

"What?" He choked on his wine, leveling himself.

But your stupid brain still wouldn't take the hint that maybe you shouldn't keep talking. "Mhm. It's shameful.. The things I think about when I'm alone.." You whispered, running your finger tips up your thigh. You wore a satin blue dress that went to your midthigh, a soft floral pattern along the chest.

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the way you were talking without any filter. "Do tell me, dear, what do you think about me doing to you?" He asked, eyes hungry as he stood up. "Hm?"

"Mmm.. Well.. I imagine you laying me down.. Us making out for a bit until I'm practically squirming underneath you.. Then you'd lift up my dress, pull my panties off, and fuck me like I'm more than a friend to you." You admitted, standing up as well with a slight wobble.

He walked you back, pushing you to lay down on the couch. He was quickly on top of you, arm around your waist, the other tangled in your hair, cradling the back of your head. "Is that so? Would you say you want me now, sunshine?" He asked, training open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck.

"Yes." You croaked out, caught off guard by the feeling of his lips on your neck, feeling his warm breath on your skin.

"Your know there's no going back from this, yeah? If I fuck you, we're not just friends anymore. Friends don't do this type of shit. You're mine, and I don't share, got it?" He whispered, before crashing his lips onto yours. Soft, yet powerful, hungry.

You let out a soft sound of approval as you savored his lips, your arms wrapping around him, holding him like a lover.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, grinding against your thigh. "None of those bastards you brought around were ever worth your time." He sounded almost jealous.

"I never thought...I'd have a chance with you." You whispered back between kisses, him occasionally cutting you off with desperation and a need to claim you.

"God, I knew you were naive, sweet girl, but I didn't think you were mad. Everytime I see you, my heart stops. Everytime I see you in the sunshine, the light bouncing off your features, I think, 'This is heaven. God is a woman, and I've just seen her.'" He whispered, holding you closer, pouring his affection into your every pore.

You tried to grind back against him, but he just put a flat palm against your pubic bone, pinning you down.

"Don't tease tonight, J.. Let me feel you." You whispered, kissing him with your eyes open, peering into the dark brown windows of his soul.

"Okay.. Okay. Whatever you want, princess." He whispered, trailing kisses down, over your dress, feeling the smooth satin against his lips, before his face was hovering over your sex.

He pushed your dress up over your hips, before leaving kisses along your clothed pussy. But you begged him not to tease, so he used his teeth the grab the fabric of your underwear, pulling down the black lace. "God, she's gorgeous. Look at that.." He praised, referring to your cunt, rubbing a thumb over your clit, seeing how you'd respond to him.

He pocketed your panties before kicking off his jeans and boxers. You looked like you would go crazy if he wasn't inside you in the next 5 minutes, your whole body filled with need. "Shhhh, I know. Just let me-" He cut himself off, grabbing his wallet off the end table, pulling out a small foil package.

"Johnny. Not now, please. I need to feel you." You begged, your hands extended, wanting to pull him closer.

He stopped for a moment, not expecting you to make that request, but God, the thought of being skin to skin with you like that.. It drove him crazy. You were begging for the most intimate thing, no barriers between the two of you. "Yeah? You sure, baby?" He asked, putting the condom and his wallet back on the table.

He leaned over you, closer to your body. "Absolutely." You whispered, a softer intimacy present in your voice as you put a gentle hand on his jawline, fingertips touching his skin.

He took in a shaky breath, before straightening himself back up, spitting in his hand before he stroked his painfully hard cock. It was thick, with a pretty pink tip. He shifted over you again, rubbing against your folds, before pushing in, feeling the way your cunt stretched around him. "God, baby.." He rasped, feeling you raw.

"Deeper, Johnny, please!" You whined, hands finding and caressing his body.

"Yeah? You want deep?" He asked fully bottoming out inside you, making you gasp and moan. "I want you to be loud, sweetheart. Let me know how good my cock is making you feel." He whispered, rocking his lips inside you.

You let out a soft moan as he leaned down to kiss you. You tangled one hand in his hair, the other resting on his cheek. You were having sex, but it was so much more than that. It was a confession, a sharing of vulnerability, a moment of becoming one with each other.

He started off slowly, testing the waters, before he found a rhythm that had you crying out.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" You moaning, almost screaming out as you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him deep inside you.

The sounds you made, the way you were wrapped around him, it was driving him wild. He picked up the pace, his lips finding your neck, leaving kisses and bites in their wake, his head swimming with the feeling of all of you. "You like that, baby? Is this what you wanted? This what you've been thinking about this whole damn time?" He asked, panting, slightly breathless as he mercilessly thrusted inside you.

You nodded, mouth open in a loud moan, with that cock drunk expression on your face. The pressure was quickly building up in your stomach, pleasure flooding your body, like a dam about to break through.

"Good girl." he murmured, his breath ragged. "Just let go, baby. I wanna hear you. I wanna make you feel good." He moved his lips to your ear, his teeth gently biting down on the lobe between words, "You look so amazing like this, all mine."

"Johnny, I'm so close!" You cried out, head leaned back against the couch.

He wrapped an arm around your body, holding you close, drinking up your sounds. "I wanna feel you let go. Cum for me, baby. I've got you." He whispered so sensually.

It only took a few more thrusts before you were crying out his name as you came undone around him, your heat clenching around him. "Johnny.. Johnny.. Fuck.." You mumbled, a breathless whimper.

The way you said his name, the way you felt around him, it sent him careening over the edge. He buried his face against the crook of your neck, your name a breathless chant of a mantra on his lips. "Oh, God, baby." He groaned. "You feel so good. You're so perfect. You're mine. You're my girl. Say it. Say you're my girl."

As you both came down from your highs, you pressed a kiss against his lips. "I'm yours. Your girl." You confirmed.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 Hope that was okay, because I am NOT proofreading it ‼️

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It's more than enough, sweetheart. I love your writing, you deserve the world. Thank you for doing my request!

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 After meeting Johnny after your breakup, you can't help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach. But he's not yours to touch anymore.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 angst, mentions of cheating

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x gn! reader

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✔ I was listening to Depois by Marisa Monte (and crying over it) and I thought... What if the reader and Johnny meet each other years after a breakup/divorce? Like, they still love each other but can't be together (maybe because Johnny moved on with someone else). Are you feeling it too? Let me know what you think.

You were at an award show for actors and actresses, movie producers, just anyone in the movie industry. You were up for an award in best leading actress.

You were just sticking around until it actually started, sipping a glass of champagne, when- from across the room- you locked eyes with your ex-lover, Johnny Depp.

You have him a shy smile, your heartbeat quickening as memories of your past flashed in your mind. Every gentle touch, every affirmative word, every promise you two never got to keep.

On the opposite end, Johnny felt a pull to go talk to you. He watched the way you hair flowed, the way your long dark blue dress hugged every feature he used to worship. He needed to talk to you.

He made his way over to you, wearing his best confidence. "(Y/N)." He acknowledged, giving you a once over. "You look beautiful tonight." He whispered, his voice soft, just as it was all those years ago.

"I could say the same about you." You whispered back, taking note of all his features that you loved so dearly.

"I've missed you all these years, you know." He whispered to you, voice tender and affectionate, and you could almost imagine him reaching out and touching your face.

Just then, a female voice interrupted your soft exchange. "There you are, Johnny. I was looking everywhere." She whispered, immediately taking his arm in her hands. "Who's your friend here?" She asked before giving him an affectionate kiss.

Your heart broke.

"Oh, I was just leaving." You said, suddenly feeling out of place here. You hadn't even planned on seeing him here, and yet he'd found a way to cut open the stitches you'd put on your heart, sealing your relationship away.

Johnny thought about going after you for a moment, seeing your silhouette disappear. But he had a new relationship to focus on, as evident by the shiny rock on his girl's finger.

"They're nobody, sweetheart." He whispered to his fiancée, kissing her forehead.

┆ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 I'm so sorry this was super short, I didn't have many ideas. I hope this does your request even a bit of justice @ghsttk!

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Being his sunlight through the trial

TW: mentions of abuse, rape, general Depp v Heard trial stuff

He didn't even think he'd find love through the whole shit show. Being called a wife beater, a rapist.. What person would want to go near him?

You. You did. You saw him at a bar, and while you'd been defending him online, you knew better than to talk about it to his face.

You made him feel like a human rather than a circus attraction, and he slowly lets you in.

You're such a stark contrast to his ex-wife.. Your touch is the most gentle thing he's ever experienced. You trace every scar she left, you kiss each one, so that it's filled with your love instead of her abuse.

You hold him when he has nightmares, gently soothe him back to sleep.

You help him get undressed when the day was just too heavy to bear. There's no sexual intent behind your actions, just love.

You cry for him, with him. And when the trial's over, you two celebrate with a nice home cooked dinner and a glass of wine.

You're beaming when he moves on, focusing the rest of his energy, love, and creativity into all forms of art.

And you smile everyday because he never fails to make you feel as special as you made him feel.

You lay your head on his shoulder while he plays guitar. He lets you sit on his lap while he paints the finishing details on his latest painting. When he's on set, whether as the actor or the director, you're bringing him lunch, and he makes you stay for the entire lunch break, feeding you, his free arm around your shoulders.

This is what love is supposed to be. Not abuse and manipulation. Not nights spent in a cold bed. It's you, brushing your fingertips across his skin and telling him that he deserves a fulfilling life.

𝐀/𝐍 I've seen a resurgence of Amb*r H**rd supporters, it feels very cult like, I'll be honest. But with that resurgence, I want to say something serious. If you are a victim- man, woman, anything in between or out of that binary, use your voice. It's terrifying, I know it is. But use your voice. If anyone needs to talk, my DMs are open. And for those on the opposition, on Heard's side, look within yourself.

Now, I always have to say this, but I don't think Johnny Depp is a saint, but he's definitely not an abuser, a misogynist, a rapist, whatever you want to call him.

“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.

typing with my feet 'cause my fingers are busy 💦

Sorry for no chapters of illicit affairs this week, but take this edit instead

fico muito feliz em ver coisas do Willy Wonka 2005, principalmente fics em português.

às vezes eu penso em escrever fics em português também, mas tenho receio de não ter tanta visibilidade quanto as fics escritas em inglês.

AINDA BEM que essa do reblog tenha sido continuada, foi muito bem escrita. (edit)

Um bilhete para seu coração ✦ Prólogo.✦

[ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘 ]...

-Tem certeza Bill?

-Garota, você acha mesmo que eu não consigo fechar minha própria loja?- disse o senhor em um tom humorado.

-Eu apenas..-

-Queria ajudar? Eu sei, eu sei. Agora vá para casa, seu irmão está te esperando lá fora. Vá antes que o pobre coitado morra de hipotermia.

-Está bem, está bem.- uma risada escapa de seus lábios enquanto se dirige para a porta da loja de doces.

-Até amanhã, Bill.- você se despede, saindo pela porta.

-Até. Se cuida garota.

Você se vira e anda em direção a um garoto que está olhando fixamente para a famosa fábrica de chocolate. Este é seu irmão, Charlie.

Ao se aproximar, você acaba, também, contemplando todo o esplendor da fábrica. Se perguntando se todo o espaço é reservado para a produção de chocolate. Parece um pensamento improvável, já que o próprio dono mora nela.

-Eu nunca vi ninguém sair de lá de dentro.- sussurra o garoto.

-Isso é porque ninguém trabalha lá.- você explica, em um tom levemente mais alto que o dele. Já está tarde e a rua está praticamente desértica. Não há necessidade de aumentar o tom de voz.

-Como não?- ele pergunta confuso.

-Vovô Joe nunca lhe contou essa história?

Ele balança a cabeça negativamente. Você suspira.

-Bem, então você tem uma bela história lhe esperando em casa. Ele ama falar sobre a fábrica.

Você estende sua mão para que ele possa pegar.

-Venha. Vamos voltar.

Charlie segura sua mão sem hesitação e vocês começam a andar na mesma direção que vocês pegam todo dia para voltar para casa.

Mesmas ruas, mesmos prédios, mesmos postes, tudo exatamente igual ao dia anterior. Tudo, menos um homem de cartola e óculos de sol redondos sentado num banco da praça lendo um jornal. Está muito escuro para se ver qualquer outra caracteristica.

A visão com certeza causa uma estranheza. Já é bem tarde, por qual motivo ele estaria fora de casa a esta hora? Por que estaria usando óculos de sol quando já é quase meia-noite?

Você não sabe a resposta para essas perguntas e, honestamente, não gostaria de saber. Então, você continua o caminho para sua casa, com a imagem do homem de cartola e óculos de sol nuca saindo completamente de sua cabeça.

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