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Private lessons. (889/~1100)

Under the table. [or something like that] (10/~1000)

Feast. (1600/~2000)

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Johnny Depp, Cannes

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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right at lunch time here 😋😋😋 how I love having smut fics as meals

𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 After breaking up mid tour, Johnny still joins you as part of your band. But over the course of the remaining shows, he falls back in love with you, completely regretting his choice to end things with you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 angst, post breakup guilt, forced proximity, oral sex (f! receiving), P in V sex, quickie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f! reader

It was devastating, the pain you felt when Johnny told you things were over. It didn't help that he was in your band as you went on your world tour. But it was too late for him to back out, so he stayed. It was hard, singing love songs you wrote about him, but you had to put on a show, act like it didn't hurt.

You kept the break up quiet, until people started noticing how sad you seemed singing love songs, even being spotted wiping tears away.

The headlines were brutal.

(Y/N) splits from rockstar boyfriend, Johnny Depp

(Y/N), why can't she keep a boyfriend?

You were sick of it, but what could you do? You had rehearsals with him all the time, making sure everything was perfect between shows.

But dammit, you did it with a broken heart, you did it for the applause it gave.

All it made Johnny do was question why he'd let you go. He had this absolutely beautiful woman who sparkled under the stage lights, and he'd thrown it away for what? Because he didn't think it would work? Because he was scared of committing fully? It was all bullshit in his mind, and he knew it. He knew he had to make things right.

Before the show, he knocked on your dressing room door as you were changing into your sparkly bodysuit.

"Come in!" You called out, fixing your lipstick, your eyes on your own reflection in the mirror, until you saw Johnny's figure join you in the reflection. You quickly turned around, facing him.

"Johnny.." You whispered, like you were seeing him for the first time again.

"Can we please just talk?" He asked softly. "As two people, not as professionals doing a job. Let me talk to the girl I fell in love with, not the popstar that everyone else knows." He whispered, taking a few steps closer.

Your heart clenched for a moment before you nodded. "Okay.. We can talk." You replied, your lingering feelings making it hard to resist his presence.

He took another step forward until he was right in front of you, his hand gently reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I think- No, I know I fucked up. I threw away a good thing. I threw away you when you mean everything to me. I was just.. An idiot. I don't even know what was going through my head, I don't know if I was just.. Scared of the commitment. Which is stupid because I would go to the ends of the world for you. Baby, I would get down on my knees and grovel if that's what you needed me to do." He confessed, sinking down to his knees in front of you, like he was confessing his sins. You were the priest, he was the sinner in need of healing.

Your breath hitched, both from the impact his words had on you, but the erotic places your mind immediately went to from seeing him on his knees. Why the hell was your mind going there, especially now of all times?

He left you speechless, breathless, and he knew it. He started kissing your thighs, not parting your legs, more like extending an olive branch. "Let me make it up to you. Please. I'll do anything for you to take me back.." He pleaded, his hands finding their way to your hips.

"Johnny.." You whispered, breath wavering, his touch sending sparks to your core. "Jesus, you're not being fair. Not when you're making me feel like this.." You whispered, your voice strained with arousal.

You saw the hint of a smirk on his lips. "Really now? And how am I making you feel?" He asked, rubbing circles into your hip, feeling the sequined texture of your bodysuit.

You let out a heavy sigh before muttering under your breath, "Horny..". It was an admission that felt shameful to slip past your lips, but it was the truth.

"Well, I can't let you go on stage soaking wet for me, can I? Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me make it up to you." He rasped, eyes dilated and dark as he looked up at you.

You just nodded and spread your legs, letting yourself lean on the vanity behind you. Immediately, he pulled your bodysuit to the side, and licked up your wet folds. "God, I've missed this pussy.." He groaned at your taste.

He delved his tongue into your drooling hole, his nose nudging your swollen bud. "Oh Johnny.." You softly moaned out. It had been months since you'd been touched by him, and it was frying all your nerve endings.

You gently grabbed his hair, grinding on his face slightly. He pulled his tongue out of you, instead choosing to make quick flicks on your clit. He shifted your leg so that your foot was resting on his back, not caring that your heels were digging into his skin. All he cared about was making you cum all over his face.

"John- Fuck! I'm close.." You cried out, back arched. He gave you an encouraging tap on the thigh, silently telling you to let go.

And you did, making a mess of his face, your arousal smeared across his nose, lips, chin.. Anywhere you touched.

"Shhh.. Do you want me, love? Want me inside this pretty cunt?" He asked, pressing gently kisses across your skin.

You nodded eagerly with a soft whine, and immediately he was up, undoing his belt and unzipping his fly, just enough to pull his rock hard cock out.

Your eyes were hazed over with lust, as you pulled him close, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I missed you, I missed you so much." You whispered as he pushed inside you, feeling your tight heat envelope him.

Feeling him stretch you just like he did before, you mewled out in pleasure, digging your nails into him. "F-fuck.." You whispered through a hitched breath.

He rutted up into you roughly, repeatedly slamming into your g-spot, making you breathe heavy and moan out his name.

"Shhh.. Need to be quiet, sweetheart. Don't want anyone to know how naughty you are got me, hm? That you're getting dicked down by your lead guitarist?" He teased, covering your mouth with his hand.

You heard a knock on your dressing room door as Johnny was rearranging your guts, your eyes rolling back. "Miss (L/N), you're on in 5!" The voice, which you recognized as one of your stage managers, called from the other side of the door.

"O-okay!" You choked out, trying to make it seem like you weren't getting pounded by Johnny.

Johnny seemed amused as your stage manager walked away, like he got a kick out of making you struggle for words. "Fuck that, I'll get you on in 5." He rasped, thrusting into you even harder. He moved his hand to hover over your clit, his thumb coming down on it to rub tight circles.

You head was thrown back, and you were trying so hard not to scream, the knot in your stomach tightening. "J-Johnny, I'm so close! I'm gonna cum!!" You cried out, but it was barely a warning more than it was a declaration, because you were already coming undone around his cock.

"There we go.. I'm right behind you, make me cum, sweetheart, fucking milk my cock." He pushed, quickly busting inside you, his orgasm overtaking him.

He pulled out, and his recovery was almost instant as he knew you both had places to be. He swiftly cleaned you up, before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Does this mean you'll take me to be yours again?" He asked as you adjusted your bodysuit to the way it was previously.

You just gave him a kiss as a reply, before whispering against his lips, "At least it'll make for a good breakup song or two." You teased, before giving him a wink and walking out of the door, heading to where you were supposed to be, leaving him starstruck for a moment, before he too headed to where he was supposed to be.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 I hope this was okay! Kinda hate this but that's fine ig 😭

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“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.

lucky

Scenario: You have won a unique opportunity to talk to your favorite guitarist in his dressing room.

Warnings: smut, female reader, daddy kink, degrading kink, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, oral sex (both), masturbation (reader), slaps, multiple rounds (two orals and one p in v), dacryphillia.

Word count: 2.9k

a/n: I was told today (literally right now) that I have a work presentation for tomorrow at school, I'm not going to proofread this. English is not my first language.

You just watched a Hollywood Vampires show and still feel the chills. It was only two hours long, but you loved every second of it, especially since you were close to the stage, getting a prime view of your favorite member, Johnny Depp. You recorded him, took pictures, shouted praises… You acted like the fangirl you are for him.

But you were more excited for what was about to come… When entering the stadium, some staff distributed papers with numbers to the crowd, it was a draw in which the prize would be a visit to a member's dressing room. Then, after the show, they revealed the winning numbers. And, being the lucky girl you are, you won a chat with the guitarist and vocalist Johnny Depp.

You follow the staff through the halls behind the stage, anxiously looking around, searching for Depp’s dressing room. You don’t know what you will talk about or even ask or do. Your heart races in anticipation as the staff slow their pace, indicating that his door is near. Your palms start sweating, and you hold your phone tightly, hands shaking. Should you ask him for a selfie first? Or a hug?

Before they open the door, they check if you’re carrying something that might be harmful. Once you show you’re clean, they step aside and let you enter. Inside, there’s him. Johnny Depp. He was drinking something clear in a small cup, sitting on an armchair with his legs crossed. You shyly step closer, shaking in excitement, finally meeting your idol. His eyes look up at you before raising his head, you shiver.

He grins and stands up, walking towards you. “Hello, sweetheart. What is your name?” He reaches to take your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles. You stutter your name, clearly self-conscious of your sweaty palms. He chuckles softly, amused. “You’re a pretty little thing. Come, have a seat.” He leads you to the armchair he was sitting in a few seconds ago. You settle down, hands on your lap, holding your phone.

“Did you like the show?” He crosses his arms, grinning. You nod and gasp softly for air. “C-Can we take a selfie together?” You point to your phone and hold your breath. He nods “Of course, sweetheart.” He places a hand on your waist as you stand up. You raise your phone and smile the best you can, taking a picture. It didn’t turn out well since your hand was shaking. “That’s okay, we can take another one later.” He reassures, stroking your back. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest. The man of your dreams, your idol, was so fucking close to you. His tattooed hand on you was impossible to ignore, and his strong perfume was so masculine and intoxicating.

“You came here alone?” He asks, tilting his head, and you nod. “And why that? Did your boyfriend refuse to accompany you tonight?” He asks indifferently, his words disguising his real intention — to find out if you were in a relationship. “Um? N-No, I actually don’t have a boyfriend.” You scratch the back of your neck, releasing an awkward chuckle. “Really? I find it hard to believe, you're too beautiful to be single.” He winks, teasing you as if you weren't already shy enough. “It is true! I don't have a boyfriend, actually never had one, I'm even still a virg-” You cut yourself off as you notice you're just rambling about anything that goes on your mind, your face heating up in embarrassment.

Johnny's eyebrows shut up in surprise but he chuckles softly in amusement, he finds you very interesting. You think he's laughing at you, which is compressible. You probably look like a weird fangirl who acts like a teenager.

“I'm sorry for that” You sigh and he shakes his head. “I don't mind, you're cute when stumbling over your own words.” He comments, still smirking charmingly. His thumb caresses your side since his hand is still on your waist. “Am I your favorite?” He teases again and you nod. “I'm your biggest fan, I'm so happy I won this chance to be here and talk with you.” You say proudly, smiling. “Oh, really?” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk still on his face. “So, you’re quite devoted to me, huh?” He towers over you, god have mercy. “Uh…Y-Yeah, I think I am” You chuckle nervously. “Oh yes, you are.” He holds your hips “I can see it, pretty thing, you can’t disguise it.” His smirk darkens.

Johnny’s hands move to your thighs and slide up slowly, tracing a path between your legs with his rough fingers. He watches your face the whole time, studying your reactions, until his dominant hand cups your heat. His fingers press hard against your clothed folds, his smirk widening as he feels the wetness. “This is for me, isn’t it?” He whispers, leaning closer. His fingers keep caressing your sensitiveness. “Bet if I order you something you would obey blindly, wouldn’t you?” He looks deep into your eyes.

Speechless, and clearly thinking with your pussy instead of your head, you nod. Hell yeah, you would do anything for this man in a heartbeat, without even questioning your morals. Johnny is pleased by your answer, he looks down at you, holding your chin. “Sit down, now.” He commands with a gentle push. You settle down, and your breathing is already getting altered. “Touch yourself like you would if I wasn’t here, like you would when you’re alone in your bedroom.” He says firmly, crossing his arms and staring down at you. You blink in surprise, unsure if you heard it right. But, under his hard stare, you wouldn’t want to do anything other than what you heard come out of his mouth.

You spread your legs and slowly slide your hand under your shorts, your fingers meeting the damp fabric of your panties. You drag your hips forward, trying to get comfortable as your fingertips stroke small circles on your clothed clit. Johnny licks his lips and points “Take them off, come on.” He demands “Let me see that pretty little pussy”. You obey him, of course, and hook your thumbs on your waistband, slowly pulling your shorts and panties down and letting them pool on your ankles. Johnny groans in approval and gestures to you to continue. You slide two fingers over your slit, slicking them, before slowly sinking them inside.

You feel quite nervous, but very agitated, with Johnny watching your every movement. Your breath becomes slightly deeper as you start thrusting your thin fingers inside, closing your eyes to try to amplify the sensations. Johnny chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Oh my... You need me, don’t you?” He mocks you, asking with his voice high-pitched. You only nod at him, your lips forming a pout. “Then beg for it, you dirty slut.” He suddenly turns stern, asserting his dominance - as if you ever doubted it.

“P-Please” You choke it out, but that isn’t enough. He raises his eyebrows, silently ordering you to continue. “Please, Johnny-” He interrupts you with a hard glare and you immediately understand. “Please, Daddy, I need you!” You beg, now correcting yourself and repeating a few please’s after. He nods, kneeling between your legs. “That’s right, little bitch.” He grumbles, placing your legs over his shoulders. He throws his sunglasses somewhere and dives his head, giving your needy clit a teasing lick with the tip of his tongue, making you whine in frustration. He chuckles menacingly, his hot breath hitting your wet flesh, making you squirm.

He gives your pussy open-mouthed kisses, his tongue occasionally going out and licking your folds. He starts sucking and nipping your wet skin, bringing shaky moans out of your mouth. You try to grind on his face, craving for more, but he smacks your thigh with his palm, making you cry softly. “Know your place, whore.” He growls against your pussy. You release a shaky breath, still feeling the sting from his palm but fucking enjoying it, your pussy clenching around the air with anticipation. He slides his tongue inside your spasming cunt, licking the insides fervently and moaning in approval. His eyes move up, staring hard at you through his lashes.

You feel your orgasm getting closer given the combination of the elements is overwhelming: Your pussy is getting eaten by a man, and this man is no one less than Johnny Depp. And he seems to notice it as well since he slows his pace just to frustrate you. “Not yet, slut.” He warns “You don’t get to cum until I say so”. You whine a bit louder than the last time, gripping the armrests of your seat. “I need to cum, Daddy” You cry out, staring down at him, already feeling the harkening pooling on your lower stomach, ready to escape and make a mess.

“Beg for it, whore. Convince me to let you cum on my tongue.” He grips your thighs harder, his fingers digging into your skin, it will certainly leave a mark for the next few days. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it and burying his face further between your legs. “Fuck- Please, Daddy! Please, please, let me cum, Daddy.” You plead and pray for him, your heart bursting. Johnny loves hearing you beg for him, seeing you all vulnerable under his efforts. He wraps his lips around your clit and gives a strong suck, the tip of his tongue flicking over your sensitive spot. “Cum for me, you filthy little slut.” He commands, leaning back and delivering a slap on your clit. With his flat hand, he strokes your bundle of nerves rapidly, prolonging the burn from the sting. You become a whimpering mess, your legs shaking violently. “Cum all over my mouth like the desperate whore you are.” He teases you, his pace never faltering. 

Johnny laps and dives his tongue in your entrance, stimulating you until you orgasm, dripping your juice on his face. He licks you clean, savoring the taste. “I could eat this pussy for hours.” He mutters and leans back, staring at your face. You open your mouth, ready to ask for more, but stop as his hand goes down to your clit, delivering another slap. You gasp sharply, shutting your eyes. But instead of complaining, you drag your hips forward, silently asking for more. “You like it, huh? Do you like being spanked on your little clit?” He taunts, punctuating each word with a slap, your legs twitching with the stimulation. “You’re so pathetic, just a lil’ slut for me, hm?” He chuckles darkly and stands up.

Johnny starts undoing his leather pants, skilled fingers dancing on his zipper. “You’re going to suck me now.” He isn’t asking. Once he pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, your eyes widened. His cock stands tall and proud, bouncing as Johnny steps out of his pants and underwear. “Woah..” You gasp, almost comically. “What?” He raises an eyebrow, spitting on his hand and stroking his cock a few times, stepping closer to you. “I’m not.. used to this si-” You gag as Johnny grips your hair and forces his cock down your throat. “Less talking, more sucking, whore.” He commands, pushing your head rhythmically.

“Be a good girl and make daddy proud.” Johnny murmurs, his eyes narrowing as you finally start to suck him. He is thick, you could feel the corners of your lips ripping as he stretches your mouth. He whispers a few curses under his breath, his grip tightening as he pushes your head deeper to take all of him, ignoring the sound of your struggles.

“Yes, keep those pretty eyes watering.” He smirks, his hand brushing your hair back to look better at you. Johnny rocks his hips faster, his thrusts meeting your bobbing head. His balls are slapping your chin. The curved tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, your eyes shutting due to the first sting of discomfort. He just taps your cheek with his hand “Eyes open, bitch.” He pushes your head down, your nose on his happy trail, choking you for a few seconds before pulling it out harshly. Holding the base, he hits your cheek with his length, also nudging it on your face, smearing precum.

“Bet you want this stuffing your tight cunt, huh?” He taunts again, “Today’s your lucky day, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the armchair, as if you weighed nothing, as if you were just a doll. He smacks your buttocks, leaving red handprints on your smooth flesh. You moan to each slap, back arching. He slides a hand, teasing your entrance with his thumb, rubbing tight circles around the hole. “You said you are a virgin, right?” He whispers, softer than before. “I will ask you only one thing: Do you want me to be your first?”

You obviously nod to his question. Come on, he's Johnny Depp, do you really need to think about it? You wouldn't let this opportunity escape through your fingers. He grins mischievously, his left hand caressing your waist. “Of course you want to, you're my whore.” He bites his lip, his other hand wrapping around his base. “Now you'll have to handle me.” He nudges the tip of his member against your wet folds. He won't put a condom on, he doesn't really care, neither do you. 

He slowly slides himself inside, sighing a sound between a relief and a groan. You could feel every inch of him, every vein, and every slight detail. “Take it all like a good little cocksleeve.” He tells you once he's fully settled inside. He starts rocking his hips slowly, getting used to the blissful way your inner walls grips his cock. He leans forward, his chest on your back, going deep. “Tell me how much you love the way my big, fat cock stretches out your tight little hole.” He whispers in your ear, his big hands holding your hips tightly. You try to speak, moans leaving your mouth like breathing. He won't give you a break, you asked for it and now you have to handle it.

“I told you to speak up! Tell me how much you love it. Or would you rather I just shut you up with my hand?” He smacks your thigh, making you yelp. With a whimper and a few sharp gasps, you manage to choke out an answer. “I-I love it! I fucking love it, Daddy. It's so good~” You almost scream when he starts pounding harder into your inexperienced cunt, his balls slapping against your rear. “That’s right, bitch, scream for me.” He approves, grunting in your ear. “This pussy is mine, got it?” His hands move up to your waist, still holding you tightly, leaving his mark on your skin.

You only nod to his question, barely acknowledging it, dick-drunk. Even though he loves seeing you turning into a mess just because of his cock, he wants more of you, he wants you to recognize yourself as his. “Say ‘my holes belong to Johnny Depp.’ ” He commands, one of his hands moving up to your breast, squeezing it. Your brain almost melts trying to follow his instructions, even if it is the simplest one. Between moans, you obey him “My holes b-belongs to you, Johnny”. He growls, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t ever forget it, whore” He nips your sensitive skin, leaving hickeys as his autograph.

You feel the orgasm coming, your legs going numb, soon to give up. You try to warn Johnny with your babbles and whimpers, managing to squeak a breathless “Please” between them. He catches your message, changing the angle to hit a needy spot on your inner walls. “Please what, my dirty little cumslut?” He provokes “Use your words, tell Daddy what you need.” He slows but deepens his pace, you didn’t know your insides were that long to fit him this well. “Cum..” You cry out. “Let me cum, sir, please. Please!” A few tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks, starting to feel overwhelmed.

Johnny smirks proudly, feeling on the top of the world. “Oh, you want to cum on my cock? You want to make a mess?” He groans, his fast pace returning. He doesn’t tease you further this time, being nicer to his slut. “Yes, let go and cum all over Daddy’s cock like the desperate little fuck toy you are.” He leans back, thrusting his hips harder while pulling your hips against his. He doesn’t need to do anything else, your body melting beneath his, your pussy spasming around his cock as you soak him.

Right after, you feel him pulsing inside of you, a delicious sensation. He’s ready to give you something more valuable than any Hollywood Vampires’ merch, an inestimable gift, his seed. He floods your insides, painting your inner walls white. Before you can recover your breath, Johnny grabs your phone and holds your throat, posing for a selfie. He focuses especially on your sweaty, dick-drunk expression, really proud of his job.

He smirks slightly, also tired, and snaps the picture. “Daddy loves seeing you fall apart on his cock.” He praises, kissing your neck. “I hope to see your face often during tours. You’re my number one whore.”

a/n: I want to write a professor!johnny x student!reader, is that okay?

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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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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.

ai, para.. acho que a sopa de repolho tem seu charme, né? 😋

A ticket to your heart ★ Capítulo 1 ★

Um suspiro escapa de seus lábios quando finalmente avista a "boa" e velha casa caindo aos pedaços e, provavelmente, com algumas partes mofadas, mas ei, continua sendo uma casa, não?

Seus moradores são a família Bucket, que não eram uma família abastada, na verdade, eles mal tinham o que comer. O fato é que você e seu irmão eram as pessoas mais sortudas do mundo, apenas não sabiam disso.

— Boa noite, Buckets. — Você e Charlie falam em uníssono ao entrarem em casa.

— Boa noite. — Todos respondem como de costume, e, por 'todos', quero dizer, Vovó Georgiana, Vovó Josephine, Vovô Joe , Vovô George e a senhora Bucket, que estava fazendo uma sopa de repolho. Seu pai parecia não ter chegado ainda.

— Posso saber como foi o dia de vocês? — A senhora Bucket sorri e olha para vocês rapidamente antes de voltar sua antenção para a sopa.

— O mesmo de sempre. — Você diz se sentando à mesa. Não era uma total mentira, tirando aquele homen estranho, tudo havia ocorrido como todos os outros dias.

— Pois é. A única coisa diferente hoje foi a aula do professor Eujénio de álgebra. — Puxando uma cadeira na pequena mesa, Charlie senta ao seu lado e começa a tirar alguns livros de sua mochila — Foi mais chata que o normal. — Ele disse com um sorrisinho em seu rosto.

— Charlie, não diga isso! Tenho certeza que esse senhor Eujénio dá uma ótima aula. — A Sra Bucket repreende o olhando de relance enquanto o risinho de certas 4 pessoas pode ser ouvido.

— É Charlie, não diga isso. — Você cópia o tom de sua mãe, oferecendo um "toca aqui" e uma piscadela pra ele. Você se vira para a cozinha. — A senhora precisa de ajuda, mãe?

— Oh, não. Não se preocupe com isso querida. — Ela sorri para você como um gesto de gratidão. Nesse mesmo momento a velha porta se abre com um rangido, a figura de seu pai é iluminada pela luz da lareira.

— Boa noite, Buckets.

— Oi, pai! — você e Charlie o cumprimentam.

— Olá, querido. Trouxe alguma coisa para colocar na sopa? — O senhor Bucket olha para a panela cheia de água e repolho e suspira tristemente.

— Err, não. Infelizmente não.

— Ah... Tudo bem. Repolho sempre cai bem com repolho! — O senhor Bucket dá um sorriso, envergonhado por não conseguir dar um conforto suficiente para a sua família.

— Ah! Charlie, eu tenho uma coisa pra você. — Ele coloca a mão em seu bolso e retira duas tampas de tubo de pasta de dente grudadas. Um erro da fábrica de onde seu pai trabalha.

Charlie solta um audível suspiro de surpresa e alegria ao receber a notícia. Saltando para fora da cadeira, ele corre até seu pai para pegar a tampa.

Agradecendo brevemente, o garoto anda para um canto da sala e tira uma maquete feita com tampas de pasta de dente da famosa fábrica junta de um bonequinho no centro.

— O que é isso, Charlie? — Vovô Joe pergunta. Você se senta ao lado dele, fascinada pela criação de seu irmão.

— É uma maquete da fábrica! A única coisa que estava faltando era o chapéu do Willy Wonka. — Ele posiciona as duas tampas na cabeça do boneco de forma que elas se pareçam com uma cartola.

— Charlie, isso é incrível! — Você sorri, seu peito se enche de orgulho por seu irmão mais novo. O resto de seus familiares concordam totalmente com você. Um rubor aparece no rosto de seu por estar sendo o centro das atenções. Ele agradece suavemente com um sorriso envergonhado.

— Ficou igualzinho. — Disse vovô Joe.

— O senhor acha? — Charlie pergunta se virando para ele.

—Se eu acho? Eu sei que ficou!

— Vovô Joe viu o Willy Wonka com os próprios olhos, Charlie. — Você sorri ao lembrar Charlie sobre as histórias que seu avô tinha para contar.

— Isso é verdade. — Ele acena com a cabeça. — Eu já trabalhei para ele, sabiam?

— Foi? — Pergunta Charlie.

— Foi. — Afirma vovô Joe.

— Foi sim. — Concordou vovó Josephine.

— Foi.— Disse vovô George.

— Eu adoro uvas! — Exclama vovó Georgiana com um sorriso banguela. Você e seus pais concordam com a cabeça.

— É claro que naquela época eu era muito mais jovem. — Vovô Joe falou com um olhar distante.

— O Willy Wonka começou com uma única loja na rua Sherly, mas o mundo todo gostou do doces dele. — Ele olha para vocês novamente. — O homen era um gênio!

— Você sabia que ele inventou um jeito novo de fazer sorvete de chocolate que fica gelado por horas fora do congelador? Você pode até deixar no Sol num dia quente e ele não derrete!

Você não tem outra escolha a não ser sorrir. Seu avô, que nos últimos tempos tem todo uma aura tão melancólica, estava sorrindo como uma criança. Ele falava tão bem do chocolateiro que você não pode negar o desejo, mesmo que impossível, de conhecê-lo.

— Isso é impossível. — Contradiz Charlie. Por um momento você quase achou que seu irmão tivesse lido sua mente.

— Só que o Willy Wonka inventou. — Rebate vovô Joe.

— Pouco depois, ele decidiu abrir uma fábrica de chocolate. A maior da história! Cinquenta vezes maior que qualquer outra!

Vovó Josephine sorri ao ver seu marido tão feliz e seus netos tão interessados em suas histórias. Não querendo que esse momento acabe tão cedo, ela intervem. — Conte a eles sobre o príncipe indiano. Eles vão gostar de ouvir.

Sua mãe traz o jantar para seus avós na cama enquanto você olha com curiosidade para seu avô. Príncipe indiano? Você não havia ouvido essa ainda.

Seu avô, muito satisfeito com a pergunta de sua esposa, começa a contar a história. Parece que um príncipe enviou uma carta para o Sr. Wonka, pedindo que ele construísse um palácio colossal de chocolate. Ele avisou para o príncipe que não duraria por muito tempo e que ele deveria começar a come-lo, mas o príncipe não deu ouvidos. Enfim, um fatídico dia escaldante chegou e todo o castelo foi reduzido a uma enorme poça de chocolate. O príncipe enviou um telegrama pedindo um novo palácio, mas Wonka não respondeu.

Você segura uma risada. — Também não responderia se fosse ele. Seria uma grande perda de tempo, já que o palácio provavelmente derreteria de novo.

Vovô Joe dá um pequeno sorriso e acena a cabeça. — Mas Willy Wonka tinha seus próprios problemas. Todos os outros fabricantes de chocolate tinham inveja do Sr. Wonka. Começaram a mandar espiões para roubar a receita secreta.

— A roubalheira era tanta que um dia, sem avisar, o sr. Wonka mandou todos os seus funcionários embora e anúnciou que iria fechar a fábrica de chocolate para sempre.

— Mas não fechou pra sempre. Tá aberta agora. — Charlie fala após engolir uma colherada de sopa.

— Ah, é que as vezes quando os adultos dizem "para sempre" querem dizer "por muito tempo". — Sua mãe explica.

— Exemplo: parece que eu vou tomar sopa de repolho para sempre! — Interfere vovô George.

— Papai... — O Sr. Bucket o repreende.

— A fábrica chegou a fechar, Charlie. — Explica vovó Josephine.

— E parecia que ela iria ficar fechada para sempre. Então, um belo dia vimos fumaça saindo das chaminés. A fábrica voltou a funcionar! — Vovô Joe fala num tom alegre.

— E você voltou pra lá? — Perguntou Charlie. De repente ficou difícil de engolir a sopa. O ambiente ficou tenso, ninguém ousava falar alguma coisa. Todos sabiam a resposta para essa pergunta. Todos menos Charlie.

— Nem eu, nem ninguém. — Vovô Joe sussurrou voltando seu olhar para a tigela de sopa.

— ... Mas deve ter gente trabalhando lá. — Charlie quebra o gelo.

— Acho que já teríamos visto alguém saindo ou entrando na fábrica, caso estivessem. — Você fala num tom gentil, não querendo alimentar ainda mais a melancolia dali e nem ser grossa com seu irmão.

— Mas então quem opera as máquinas? — Indagou Charlie.

— Ninguém sabe, Charlie. É um mistério. — Você responde.

— Alguém já perguntou o senhor Wonka? — Charlie pergunta.

— Nunca mais foi visto por mais ninguém. Ele sumiu. — Responde vovô Joe — A única coisa que sai daquele lugar são as barras de chocolate. Embaladas e empacotadas. — ele suspirou. — Eu daria tudo na vida para que vocês pudessem entrar e ver aquela fábrica. Para vocês presenciarem a mesma magia que eu presenciei. Talvez eu conseguisse um emprego para você lá, minha querida. Daí você não precisaria trabalhar tanto naquela loja. Tenho certeza que seria muito divertido. O Sr Wonka podia até ser um homen muito introspectivo, mas tenho certeza que ele gostaria de você. — Vovô Joe vira para você com um grande sorriso no rosto.

Com o coração transbordando de amor, você se levanta e dá um beijo na testa de seu avô. — Obrigada vovô. Isso seria muito gentil da sua parte.

Vovô Joe ri baixinho. — Ora, eu apenas quero o melhor pros meus netos. É pedir demais? — todos da família sorriem ao ouvirem isso. A casa volta a sua aura feliz.

Sua mãe se levanta. — Bem crianças, acho que já está na hora de deixar seus avós descansarem. — Você e Charlie acenam com a cabeça, pegando seus pratos e levando-os á pia. Dão boa noite para o resto da família e sobem para o sotão, carinhosamente apelidado de seu quarto.

Nele há apenas uma cama velha, grande o suficiente para caber você e Charlie, e uma cômoda caindo aos pedaços que guarda suas poucas roupas e pertences.

Você e Charlie se deitam na cama, ouvindo alguns estalos no processo. Charlie chama o seu nome.

— Hum... — Você murmura, sinalizando que está escutando.

— Você acha que um dia a gente vai poder ir para a fábrica?

Você respira profundamente, pensando na melhor maneira de responder sua pergunta.

— Eu não sei, Charlie. Mas é bem improvável.

Você não queria baixar o astral de seu irmão, mas também não queria levantar falsas esperanças.

— Mas improvável não é impossível, não é? — Charlie sorri.

Você não responde, apenas desarrumando o cabelo dele com sua mão, o que causou uma risada de vocês dois. Depois disso ambos vão dormir.

Não é como se Charlie estivesse errado afinal das contas. O futuro é cheio de surpresas e você não sabia o que ele tinha guardado para você.

Do mesmo jeito que você estava completamente ignorante à presença de certas pessoinhas dirigindo lambretas vermelhas contendo notícias que chocariam o mundo e virar sua vida de cabeça pra baixo.

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Olá pessoas! Me desculpem mesmo pelo tempo q levou pra postar o primeiro capítulo dessa fanfic.

Mas não se preocupem! Eu não a abandonei e nem pretendo fazer isso!!

O intuito desse capítulo é mais pra aprofundar a sua relação com os Buckets, então sem Willy por enquanto. Mas só por enquanto! Já que ele já vai tomar uma vitamina D nos próximos capítulos.

Infelizmente não posso garantir que o próximo capítulo vai sair rápido, então, para compensar isso, pensei em começar a fazer oneshots curtos sobre os personagens do Johnny Depp e outros personagens.

Muito obrigado @ghsttk por ter me dado o pontapé final pra eu postar isso ♥

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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THIS IS MUCH BETTER THAN I IMAGINED! MY GOD

to ate sem palavras vei que coisa ma-ra-vi-lho-sa!!!

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 You've been lying to Tom for months about who you really are, but even after the truth comes out, he still can't get you out of his system.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 angst, slight mentions of sexual content, guns

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Tom Hanson x criminal!reader

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 idea came from my good friend @ghsttk please go support her account! She also writes for Johnny Depp. <3

It had been weeks since Tom heard from you; and yet, his heart still searched for you. He awoke in an empty bed, cold from the lack of your body tangled in the sheets next to him.

It had been so long since you left without a word, and while his friends had tried to do everything to get him to move on, to distract him, nothing worked. You bewitched him, filling his brain with thoughts of you. Things seemed to fall into place when you were around, now they seemed to be all out of wack. Nothing felt right.

Even so, he'd tried to push himself into work, helping with more traditional police duties. One night, he got a call from the captain. He rubbed his tired eyes, picking up the phone gingerly.

"Tom Hanson." He answered. He made that a habit very quickly, given his line of work.

"Got a bank robbery at 32nd and Elk Road. You're close to the area, so get your ass ready and report." His captain demanded, and he was already getting out of bed.

It took no time at all to get his uniform on, having all of his equipment. He raced to the scene, finding another faction of officers.

He could see the scene clearly, the masked robber, and he immediate took out his gun as precaution, although kept it lowered since they didn't seem to be armed.

"We have the place surrounded!" Tom yelled in that commanding voice he often took at work. "Come out with your hands where I can see them!"

The figure slowly walked out, hands up, as their eyes scanned the officers. "Take your mask off, now!" Tom ordered, and the person did so at his behest. Removing the mask, he came face to face with you; There was a smirk on your face, even as his whole world felt like it was being flipped again, heart breaking.

But still, get trudged forward, pulling your hands behind your back. As he put the handcuffs around your wrists, tightening as needed, he read you your rights. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed to you." Every word felt like a stab to the image of you that refused to leave his mind.

This was not the lover he knew. This was not the person who would make breakfast with him, who would kiss him like he was the only being alive. Was all of that a lie too? Or did you just change? Why? Questions flooded his brain, but he could not ask them now, so he just led you to the back of the cop car, pushing you in the backseat- his touch still gentle and tender even though it broke everything he was supposed to be at the moment, and closed the door. You'd be questioned by officials, then you'd be questioned by him. But his interrogation would be vastly different, he had personal motivation.

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He'd somehow gotten so night of sleep and requested to talk to you, and he was allowed. No longer donning his police uniform, he now wore a simple casual outfit- the red flannel that you'd worn so many times, wrapped around his body. He didn't know whether to be angry, or hurt, seeing you there. This was not how he wanted to meet you again.

"So are you going to talk and explain, or are you just going to sit there like a scolded child." He said, letting his angry take the lead, for fear he would start crying instead. "Why would you do this (Y/N)?"

You just shrugged, eyeing him with that mischievous glint in your eye. It took him back to the nights he'd spent tangled in bedsheets with you, his name a breathless prayer on your lips as he brought you closer to heaven.

Those nights were no more than a memory now.

He watched as you came closer. "I've missed you though.. It was hard having to leave such a pretty boy behind." You whispered, like you had no choice in leaving.

"You had a choice to leave. You know I would've kept you safe and warm. I would've protected you, god, I would've done everything for you!" He barked back, a hint of a shimmer of unshed tears in his eyes.

"There, there, you'll be okay." You said, gently tapping his cheek, before leaning in to kiss his lips.

He let himself get lost for the moment, before the buzzer came on, signaling for him that his time was up, that he needed to leave.

He pulled away, heading for the door, half opening it before he heard your soft voice, sweet like honey. "Wait for me. I'll come back for you." You said.

He didn't let himself respond, just walked out the door, letting it close behind him.

Damnit, you've bewitched him all over again, leaving him to deal with more hurt and the false promises of coming back to him. And he was a fool who'd believe in it.

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