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oiii!! :)

im so fucking sorry for not writing anymore – it's not that I don't want to, im just too busy working in a full time job and studying in my free time.

I still get notifications of likes and stuff, im glad you guys still enjoy my cringe nsfw johnny fanfics KKMJKMNN

and being honest, I won't promise a return. Like I said before, I unfortunately dont have time to write so.. I guess its a goodbye.

thank you all for everything, I had a great time, wish you the best.

desculpa qualquer coisa, viu? beijos! 💞👋👋

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𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 After meeting Lily-Rose through modeling, you two quickly become inseparable friends. However, all that could be thrown into disarray when you meet her father, Johnny Depp. Sparks quickly fly, and neither you nor Johnny know what to make of it. On one hand, there's undeniable chemistry; You can't stay away from him, like he's done alchemy on your very brain, rewired you to be his. But on the other, he's your best friend's father, the relationship is controversial, and it could destroy the friendship you'd so desperately built.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f! reader

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 age gap, best friend's dad, she falls first - he falls harder, forbidden romance

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 chapters will be marked with *

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 on my Wattpad (cupids_auroras) and my Tumblr (drugs-and-daddyissues). If you see this fan fiction elsewhere, please DM me.

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✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 | 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 | 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓 | 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕 | 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖 | 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗 | 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 *

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏 | 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐 | 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 *

✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑 | 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

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Could you write a part two to private lessons - the one with Johnny Depp?

Thank you, love!!!

hii dear!!

(edit) I will try it someday.

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That's a tricky treat, for sure.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Watching a horror movie with Johnny on Halloween turns into a night of teasing and pleasure.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 P in V sex, cock warming, couch sex, sloppy sex, creampie, unprotected sex (getting an STD is NOT a trick or treat 🧡), edging, slightly guided masturbation??

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f!reader

🎃 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 Halloween if you celebrate! This is a collab with the one, the only, the great @ghsttk! Go check out her account for another good Halloween/horror themed post <3

You were cuddled up on your couch with your boyfriend, Johnny. You'd turned off all the lights in your apartment, the only light being the flame from your scented candle, and the TV screen being illuminated. The place was completely decorated for Halloween, and you had a soft, plush, black blanket with little pumpkins over you and Johnny. He was spooning you from behind, as you watched the horror movie that played on the screen.

It took not even 15 minutes before he started getting handsy with you, pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your pajama top, as you weren't wearing a bra underneath.

"Johnny.." You whispered, a soft whine of complaint, although you didn't have much room to argue when he always made you feel so good.

"Shhhh.. I'm watchin' the movie. I just wanna be inside my girl, is that a crime?" He asked while undoing the string on your pajama pants.

You grumbled, trying to sound annoyed, but he was making you so wet. "You're impossible. Insatiable. I swear, I don't know how I put up with you." You feigned complaint again, as he pulled your bottoms down.

"You love me and all my antics." He whispered back, pulling his hard cock out of his own pajama pants, quickly sliding your panties to the side, and slipping inside you, making you moan slightly as you felt his length stretch you and hit deep inside your pussy.

You tried, and failed to pay attention to the movie. It was hard to keep focus when he would shift his hips, making the head of his cock brush up inside you. And it didn't help when his hand reached around, and his fingers started absentmindedly rubbing circles on your clit, effectively edging you for the entire movie.

Nearly two damn hours he was at this and you'd nearly came 4 times before he stopped his motions. It frustrated you to no end.

As the movie ended, he grabbed the remote. "Think we should watch the second one." He announced, quickly putting on the movie.

You were so worked up, that you just decided to take matters into your own hands, rocking your hips back on him. "John.." You whined again, clearly impatient.

He chuckled darkly as the movie started playing. "You that worked up for me, baby?" He asked, completely amused by your desperation.

"Johnny, I swear to God, if you don't get to fucking me in the next 5 minutes, I'm gonna be so mad at you." You whispered, voice strained with arousal.

He chuckled again before shifting so he could lift one of your legs, giving himself a deeper angle inside you. "Shhh.. I'll take care of you. Needy little thing." He teased as he rocked his lips in soft, sloppy thrusts.

"Mhm.. That's better." You whispered through a soft moan.

He chuckled again, deepening his thrusts, speeding up a bit. "You feel so good, baby.. Closest I'm ever gonna get to heaven." He rasped out.

Words failed you as you let out pleasured mewls, fucking back on him, your hips moving with his. You'd lost all focus on the movie, all you could think about what how good his length felt inside you.

"Touch yourself for me, sweetheart. I want you to make yourself cum on my dick." He softly commanded, still keeping up with his fast and sloppy thrusts, managing what he could with the position.

Your breath hitched as you trailed your hand downwards, finding your swollen clit, sensitive and needy to your touch. You let out soft whines as you circled the bud, sending sparks of pleasure to your belly. You pulsed around him, as your orgasm started to build up.

"Move those fingers down. Feel how I'm stretching this tight little pussy." He whispered, voice rough with lust as he nibbled your earlobe.

You did as he told you, spreading your fingers across your labia, a finger on either side of your drooling hole. You felt the strokes of his cock into your cunt, felt the way you stretched to accommodate his size, and it only served to turn you on even more, clenching and unclenching around him.

He let out a soft moan, his grip on your leg tightening slightly. "Baby, I'm so close.. Touch yourself again, cum with me." He softly begged, still pistoning inside you, desperately chasing his high and your own.

You moved your fingers back up to your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles on the sensitive bundle. "Uh- Johnny, Johnny, fuck! I'm so close.." You cried out, almost at the edge.

"Cum for me.. Cum for me, pretty girl." He commanded, finally breaking and releasing his seed inside you, fucking you through his orgasm.

The sensation of his warm load shooting inside you triggered your release, as you came undone around him, milking his cock for all he was worth.

It took a few moments for you both to regain your breaths, but once you did, he was pulling out and tucking his cock away, before pulling your panties and pajama pants back up.

"Soo.. Restart the movie?" He suggested with a small laugh, and you couldn't help but playfully roll your eyes.

"You just came inside me, and this is what you're asking me??" You replied, trying to stifle a laugh. "You're ridiculous. But okay, restart it. And no funny business this time, Depp! I'll punch you in the balls if your hands start wandering."

He winced slightly as he rewound the movie. "Ouch, note taken. You're harsh princess." He teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead, cuddling you from behind. "No funny business. Just some spooks and cuddles."

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feast.

Scenario: Barnabas Collins, your beloved, tries to alleviate your period cramps.

Warnings: smut, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of blood, p in v, unprotected sex, f! reader, I can't think of more...

Word count: 1.9k (I wish it was 666 god it would be so iconic)

🩸 Happy Halloween! This is part of my collab with my big li' sister @drugs-and-daddyissues! Visit this darling's profile to see more delicious halloween-themed posts.

It has been a difficult day for you, the second day of your period. You spent the whole day on your bed having cramps, you were tired of going to the bathroom, cleaning yourself, and returning to bed again. You felt like Gregor Samsa from Metamorphosis. But the worst thing was the pitiful eyes from your beloved, Barnabas Collins.

You weren’t dying, you tried to reassure him that, but your small whimpers and groans of pain didn’t help. You rolled from side to side, trying to get comfortable, but nothing seemed to work. In the late evening, Collins entered the room again, stoic.

"My most cherished one, hath the Dark Lord ceased his cruel afflictions upon your tender and sacred womb?" He questioned in his thick accent, staring down at you with emotionless eyes. You shook your head, pressing your wrists down your lower belly, trying to ease the pain. His expression softened as he sighed, he hated seeing you in distress. He approached you on the bed, a hand resting on your knee. “May your power rot in your own hands, Satan.” He hissed, cursing under his breath, but his eyes snapped back at you as you complained once more.

He watched you for a moment, trying to find a solution to your pain. You opened your arms at him, silently asking for a hug, that would at least comfort you. He obliged, used to physical affection since you've been together for half a year, crawling on the bed to approach you. But as he hovered over your stomach, staring into your eyes, he froze. You watched him with an eyebrow raised, confused. He looked down and sniffed soundly, making you chuckle at his sudden action.

He leaned down a bit, still sniffing — is he smelling the blood? As he found the source between your thighs, he looked back at your face, concerned. “My beloved lady, do you suffer any wounds upon your most sacred region?” He asked, eyes staring into your soul. Was he being serious? “Dearest, I've already told you, it's my period.” You shook your head, slightly amused by his reaction. Even though you and Barnabas have been together for a few months, like it was said before, he never witnessed your period before, which you thought was great, until what he did after having the acknowledgment of your period…

“Pray, do you bleed? Does such affliction bring you pain?” He placed his hands on your thighs, unconsciously caressing them as he waited for your answer. You chuckled again, why was he so innocent about these things? “No, love, the blood flow doesn’t cause me pain.” You reached down, your hand stroking his silky hair. He leaned down between your thighs and pressed his nose over your very covered pussy, inhaling the faint iron scent coming from there. He shuddered soundly in anticipation.

Another sting of pain came, making you wince. “Hush now, my beloved.” He kissed your thighs "I shall strive to alleviate your suffering, while I devour you.” He licked his fangs, a wicked grin on his pale lips. He tugged the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in a heartbeat, even scratching your hips as he did it. You gasped in surprise, you had never seen him so eager before. He stared at your black panties after throwing your shorts away, his fingers reaching to touch the wings of your pad. You heard his voice mumbling something, probably cursing it for absorbing your blood before him. He slowly pulled your panties down, preparing himself for what was to come.

Barnabas shuddered at first sight of your bare pussy, glistening with arousal and smeared with blood, a sight that would disgust a human but make your vampiric lover's mouth water. “My god, this is heaven” He whispered before taking a long, strong lick from the bottom of your entrance to your clit, letting it linger there. He moaned against your folds, holding your thighs tightly to bury his face further. Your blood mixed with your arousal was a heady cocktail intoxicating him, addicting him, turning him feral. Your hands gripped the sheets, trying to steady yourself while your lover eagerly eats you out. He was loud, growling against your wetness, smearing your mixed fluids on his face, his nails digging into your thighs. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly and burying his face even further between your legs, you didn't know he could make it feel this good.

“C-Calm down” You gasped, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, the sight of him fervently licking and sucking you. He didn’t answer, nor showed a sign that he heard you, he kept his pace, devouring you as if he was beyond starving. You shivered every time his tongue flicked on your sensitive clit, his fingers inching closer to touch you. He growled against your wet flesh, making gentle vibrations that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Barnabas, please!” You pleaded between moans, he opened his eyes and looked up at you without raising his head. He stared into your soul, you could see the hunger burning inside him, his breath hitting your sensitive flesh. “I can't contain myself” He licked between your slit “You're so, so luscious, dearest” He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking.

You threw your head backward, eyes shut. You tugged his hair tighter and he made a sound between a whimper and a groan. He swirled his tongue around your entrance, teasing before sliding inside. He stroked your inner walls with his tongue, sucking the small blood clots that escaped from your drooling hole, drinking and savoring your mixed fluids. Barnabas' pace didn't falter, actually it only increased. He started pumping his tongue in and out of you and his nose brushed and pressed hard against your clit, you've never been so stimulated in your entire life. His hands moved up and down your thighs, scratching them with his sharp nails, almost cutting your skin.

You cried out loudly, your legs starting to tremble. Barnabas went wild and pushed your knees against your chest, spreading you further. The wet sucking sounds began getting louder. Your inner walls clenched around his tongue, making him growl and double his efforts. Your chest grew heavy, your breath ragged, you were so, so close. He wasn't stupid,  he quickly noticed your body's responses to his mouth. His tongue pumped faster and harder inside of you, his lips brushing against your wet flesh, sucking. It didn't take long for you to melt in his mouth, it would be impossible to hold back for even a few seconds. Barnabas slowed down, giving you long slow licks, trying to be gentler so you could recover sooner, lapping the juices. He swallowed your delicious essence, savoring the sweetness mixed with metallic.

He looked up at you, stroking your legs. A few drops of blood rolled down his chin. “How are you feeling, dearest?” Barnabas whispered, looking into your shiny eyes. You nodded, still steadying your breathing, as if telling him you were better. He smiled, glad that he could help you. He moved up, his face now close to yours, his hips between your wobbly legs. He trailed kisses from your collarbone to your neck, jawline, and finally your cheeks. Your hands rested on his nape, your nails gently scratching his skin. The scent of your blood coming from his mouth was strong but somehow exciting. Barnabas ground between your thighs, his left hand holding your waist. “My goddess, my perfection…” He whispered, sighing dreamily. Barnabas continued to press endless kisses on your neck. “I need to be inside you, now.” He growled, leaning back to look into your eyes.

You looked back at him, weak under his gaze. It wouldn’t be the first time, so why not? With a nod of consent coming from you, he gently lifted your shirt. You shivered as the cold night air hit your sensitive skin, hardening your nipples. His eyes scanned every detail on your skin, every mole, every curve. He leaned down to lick one of your perky nipples, humming at the feeling of the sweet texture on his tongue. You arched your back against him, he answered the silent plea by wrapping his lips around your breast, sucking it to leave marks. He gave both your breasts equal attention since he loved your body as a whole, you were his religion.

“Please, Barnabas” You breathed in his ear, your fingers tightening on him. You were craving for him, the emptiness inside of you was like a depression only Barnabas could save you from. With his inhuman velocity, he took off his pants desperately, as if it were burning him. As soon as his painfully hard length brushed against your wetness, Barnabas released a feral growl. You bucked your hips forward, wanting more, needing him. With his hand, he helped his cock slide inside your warm pussy, your tightness enveloping him like a velvet glove. You gasped as his tip hit deep inside, just like he released a choked groan. “Mng~ so perfect,” He praised “so warm and wet. I could spend eternity inside of you, my darling” He breathed, starting to thrust. “And you know I would gladly do it.” Barnabas began to thrust faster, his hands gripping your waist so hard as if grounding himself on you. He kept grunting in your ear, sounding so feral as he chased his climax. He dove his head, kissing your neck, letting his fangs graze on your sensitive skin.

Your soft moans spurred him on, his hips moving faster and desperately. Your womb was sensitive, due to your period, but it wasn't an unpleasant pain. It was addictive, you were yearning for more, for all of him. “Barnabas..” You called him in a breathless moan, his sharp eyes quickly met yours. You only opened your mouth and he attacked your lips with a hungry kiss. The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin and his hard cock slipping inside of your soaked pussy were echoing through the room. It was a beautiful sinphony that only you and your beloved vampire could create.

Barnabas’ left hand moved to your belly, gently stroking it, a stark contrast between his caress and his fucking. He broke the kiss but kept his lips against yours, his eyes talking with yours. “My most cherished one, you’re a vision..” He finally broke the silence with a whisper. “I want you to be mine, forever.” He begged. It was hard to think straight when he was ruining your insides with his desperation. You thought he was talking about marriage, which you would entirely do. You would marry that man right there, with his dick claiming your uterus — and he would say yes as well.

The thought of him turning you into a vampire like him didn’t even cross your mind, so when Barnabas lowered his head and sank his fangs into your neck, you almost screamed. Barnabas couldn’t be happier with that since you were the one who freed him from the darkness, your mere presence was enough to make his suffering disappear, as if he were human again. The worst thing might be affecting you with some pain, but you would become like him. And to be his forever… filled his unbeaten heart with bliss, like living a dream.

You closed your eyes, accepting your eternal fate with your immortal man. When he was done, his climax arrived, painting your bloodied inner walls with his seed. Yours followed right behind, your body melting on the silk bed sheets. Panting, you looked at Barnabas with a new but familiar glint in your eyes. “Am I your wife now?” You asked, a smile slowly growing on his face.

“You’re my everything.” He answered.

a/n: sorry if it isn't enough.. Yes, it's already Halloween in Brazil so.. Happy Halloween! 💋

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the best thing I've ever read

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 At a Hollywood party, after your boyfriend, Johnny, keeps getting flirted with by every damn girl at the party, your jealousy gets the better of you, and you remind him that he's yours.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 sexual content, oral (m! receiving), public sexual activity, jealousy

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x gn!reader

You usually weren't a jealous person, but when it came to Johnny, you just couldn't help it. Everybody in the room wanted him, even thoughyou kept a possessive hand on his arm all night.

He leaned over to you and whispered, "I know this is your least favorite part, but I swear, just an hour and a half at most, and we'll chill." He assured. You knew that, especially in his industry, it was important to make connections.

But even when you were sitting, it was anything but "chilling". Some blonde actress was shamelessly flirting with him, and he was just letting it happen.

You were sick of it, silently seething. You didn't like this side of him, this man who wouldn't stand up for your relationship. Perhaps he needed a reminder who he brought to this event.

When the actress turned her head, you discreetly slipped under the table, the white cloth hanging over, shielding anyone from seeing you under there.

He gave you a confused look, but that immediately turned into slight panic and arousal as you began undoing his fly.

"What the fuck are you doing??" He whispered to just you, but he didn't have time to receive a reply, because the actress turned back to him.

You just gave a mischievous smile as he fumbled to give an excuse to the woman as to why you were gone. You didn't care in this moment, taking his erection out of his boxers.

You saw how hard he was. Nasty boy. You immediately took him into your mouth, all the way until you felt his tip against the back of your throat.

You could stay like this for a while, just encasing him in the warmth of your mouth; and you did for several minutes, watching him getting a bit antsy in his seat.

He discreetly slipped his hand under the table, tangling in your hair, moving your head to fuck your throat. Words wouldn't work, but you could tell his actions were a silent message. Please baby.

You had two options: quit teasing him on your own accord, or let him work for his pleasure, and you decided to make him work for it, jealousy still burning in you. You knew you'd be in trouble when you two got home, but that was later you's problem.

Plus, you liked the thrill; The way he pulled your hair, forcing his cock in your throat, sliding in and out, deeper each time. You shifted your hand to palm where his balls would be under his pants, feeling his thighs tense slightly as you know he bit back a groan.

"Are you okay, John?" You heard the blonde ask. God, he was still conversing with her? Guess he didn't have much choice- he couldn't just get up and leave, not with his cock buried in your throat, which was no doubt going to be the cause of a bit of soreness later.

"Uh- Yes. Sorry, I had coffee earlier. You know how some people get with caffeine.. I can't ever still still.." He tried to play it off with a soft chuckle, but you could tell he was getting close, the way his strokes of your head got messier, even as he tried to stay hidden.

You didn't hear the woman's response, not focused on that as you felt Johnny spill in your mouth- warm seed coating your tongue, his fingers digging into your scalp harshly, yet it only sent sparks of desire to your core.

Sometime later, the woman left, and you reemerged from under the table, smoothing out your crisp outfit as if nothing ever happened. He quickly fixed his pants, before leaning over to whisper, "You're in so much trouble when you get home, you brat."

You just quietly giggled and whispered back, "I figured as much."

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 Wow that sucked, I'm so sorry LMFAO. I've been absolutely swamped with school, and getting home late. I barely have time for writing anymore. I have so many ideas and not enough hours in the day 💔💔

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my reaction

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Your virgin boyfriend cannot keep waiting to have you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 P in V sex, unprotected sex (take ur birth control), virginity loss, sub/dom undertones, sub!Johnny, dom!reader, a bit of premature ejaculation, degrading, multiple rounds, slight edging

You had been dating Johnny for a couple months now. He was amazing, sweet, loyal, absolute golden retriever energy. You'd made out a couple times, and you knew he was a virgin. You didn't know he was such a freak though, and he hadn't learned control yet.

"I want this, want you. Please baby." He begged, kissing up your jawline. He was on top of you as you were laying in bed, trailing his hands along your body.

"Hey, hey, slow your roll." You said, gently grabbing his chin. He was like a vampire before it learned how to eat in moderation, his eyes filled with desperation and hunger.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I just.. I feel like I'm going to explode just from kissing you." He mumbled, pulling away a bit, his cock straining against his boxers.

"Don't say that, I'm not gonna be able to control myself. You need control, one of us needs to have a handle on this." You whispered, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip.

"Like what?" He asked, voice husky as he leaned down, nose brushing against yours. "Like what, baby?" Oh he was really pushing your buttons. He was practically asking to be put in his place. He was clearly trying to take on a dominate role, but his nerves showed. It's okay, you could pull your weight, you could guide him.

"Shut up and grind against me." You whispered, slightly demanding as you spread your legs more, your pussy still covered by your panties.

He slowly grinded against you, his hard-on pressing against you through his pants. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. As you made out, he started to slowly move his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against you. "You feel so good..." He whispered, voice breathless.

"This hard for me already?" You teased softly, slipping your panties to the side. "I suppose I should take care of that, hm?" You asked in a sensual whisper.

"God, please.." He begged, grinding against you, feeling your warmth through his jeans. "Please just take them off.." He whispered before nipping your bottom lip.

"So fucking needy." You commented, unbuttoning his jeans as best as you could with the angle.

His skin felt like it was on fire as you touched him, like he would bust at any slight caress from you.

"I'm sorry, I just.. I want you so much." He whimpered breathlessly, helping you take off his jeans, pushing his jeans and boxers down his hips. He buried his face in your neck, sucking on the soft skin. "Please touch me, sweetheart."

"You want me to suck you off, baby?" You asked, stroking his cock a bit, you thumb collecting his precum. "Or do you want to be inside me?" You whispered, shifting you two closer together, rubbing his tip against your hot core.

"Mh-mm. Suck me off, please.. But then can I be inside you?" He asked, breath hitching as you stroked his length. "Please let me cum inside you, baby." He begged.

"Yeah? You wanna fill me up? You're so damn nasty, I wouldn't have expected that out of you." You smirked shifting so he was laying back on the bed, as you were at face level with his painfully hard cock, teasing it with little kitten licks.

"I-I'm sorry! You're just so.. So beautiful- Oh god.. Please stop teasing, please." He begged, cutting off his original thought. God, you'd barely touched him, and his brain was already scrambled.

You smirked before taking him into your mouth, loving the way he would react. You almost just wanted to keep talking, finding it cute how he'd stammer and lose himself, but you decided to quit teasing your sweet boy for now.

He let out a low moan as he felt your mouth envelope him, his cock surrounding by your warm, wet heat. He gripped the sheets, his body tensing as he slurred his words out, "A-ah! Oh.. That feels so good.. Don't stop."

You bobbed your head up and down on his length, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You put a hand on his thigh, rubbing soft circles into the flesh, in an attempt to steady him.

His eyes rolled back as he hand came up to gentle stroke your hair, almost guiding you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.. I'm so close.. I'm gonna- Oh my god, I'm gonna cum." He whined, breaths heavy.

With that you pulled off, giving him a goddamn smirk. "You're not cumming unless it's inside me, got it?" You teased, straddling his lap, rubbing your wet core against the length of his cock.

He panted heavily, nodding eagerly, "Yes.. Yes please.. Oh, I'm so close. Please fuck me.. You're so mean.. I wanna be inside you." He whined pitifully, lifting his lips up to meet yours, which you pushed right back down.

"You're so fucking pathetic." You whispered, guiding him to your entrance, sliding him inside, your mouth open in a breathless moan as you felt his size inside you. "Christ Johnny.." He was thick and long, it wasn't fair.

He moaned softly as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, as he grabbed your hips- fingers digging into the flesh as he threw his head back. "You're so.. So tight. Please move, please let me feel the way you ride me." He begged, his voice hoarse with need.

You bit your lip and started riding him, quickly finding a comfortable pace. "This what you wanted?" You asked, almost condescendingly so, not to scare him, but he responded so nicely to being degraded.

He nodded his head eagerly, mindlessly letting out moans and incoherent babbles about how good you felt.

"You know, usually I'm the submissive one. But I suppose I can make an exception this once. Besides, you look so cute when you're overwhelmed and desperate." You whispered, slamming back down on him, angling yourself so his tip was hitting against your g-spot, and your clit was rubbing against his pubic bone.

He cried out in pleasure, arching his back. "Oh god.. Oh fuck, please don't stop." He begged, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. "I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!" He softly cried out.

"Cum in me, fill me up, Johnny." You whispered through moans, you breath hitching as he thrust up into you.

With a final, desperate cry, he came undone, emptying his load inside you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "Oh god.. It's so warm.. Please, please let me stay inside you." He pleaded, peppering kisses across the skin that he could reach.

"You're a damn fool if you think I'm letting you pull out." You said, pushing your hips back even further on him.

He let out a happy, content sigh as he felt you settle back on him, his hands immediately finding your hips as he took deep breaths. "You're so pretty.. I love you so much." He babbled mindlessly, like he was too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped tightly around his cock.

"God, you're so responsive tonight. How am I supposed to not fuck back on you until you're screaming my name? A pretty boy like you.. gonna give me a damn ego trip." You teased, kissing along his neck, occasionally sucking on the skin. The power of being the dominant partner for once was definitely getting to you.

Johnny's face flushed at your words, his heart racing with excitement. "Please, just do it...Fuck me until I can't think straight, until all I can do is scream your name. Please, baby." He whimpered, his body trembling with need.

"Yeah? You want me to keep riding you? Or do you think you can pull yourself up enough to fuck me like a man?" You whispered, gently nibbling on the skin of his neck.

With a desperate grunt, he wrapped his arms around your waist, fucking up into you with powerful, erratic thrusts. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard.. So deep.. God, you're so tight, so fucking tight." He moaned out, hitting deep inside you, and you swore you could feel him all the way in your womb.

You let out a soft scream, "Oh god, Johnny.. just like that. Oh, you feel so good inside me, so fucking big." You whined softly, burying your face in his neck. You were so full of him, it was overwhelming your senses.

His thrusts grew more intense, his hips slamming against your skin. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling my big cock deep inside you? Fuck...I'm getting close again...please, cum with me...please..." He begged, his voice strained with pleasure.

"Mhm! I will, I will, just don't stop!" You whispered through moans, trying to sound commanding, but it was hard when you felt your walls clenching around him as you got closer to the edge.

"Mmm! I can feel you tightening around me.. Fuck, I'm so close.. Cum with me." He whispered, fingers digging into your skin as he neared his own peak.

If you were anything, it was turned on by his soft command, absolutely loving his confidence growing into a more dominant role. You let out a soft, choked out cry of his name as you came.

Johnny let out a loud moan as he felt you clench around him, your orgasm triggering his own. "Oh god...Yes...Fuck, I'm cumming..." He thrust deep and held you tight as he came hard for the third time tonight, his cock pulsing inside you.

Your breath hitched as you laid against him, catching your breath. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands fall through your fingers.

He nuzzled against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he came down from his high. "That was... I don't even have words." He whispered, his voice soft and satisfied.

You gently pressed a kiss to his lips, quieting him. "Shh.. Just be here with me. Relax." You whispered, to which you heard him hum in reply, his hands coming to rub your back soothingly.

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listen to daddy.

Scenario: Where your father's best friend, Johnny Depp, shows his affection under the table.

Warnigns: smut, public, Johnny fingering in front of your father, daddykink, f! reader, a single slap, jealous Johnny (but he isn't mean), i dont think this is good enough.

Word count: 1.2k

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“Come on, don't get us late.” Your father called downstairs. He was going out to dinner with a few friends and decided to bring you along. He said you looked pretty sad that week and wanted you to laugh a bit more. You put on a mid-thigh dress, black pantyhose, and low heels. Even though it wasn’t such a formal dinner, the restaurant was nice, so you thought you should dress appropriately. You went downstairs, meeting your father at the front door. “Beautiful,” He praises, kissing your head. “follow me now.”

The restaurant wasn't so far from your house. It was quite big, and the clinking of glasses and cutlery echoed through the room. You followed your father towards a table for four people, and you sat in front of him. After a few minutes, your father's friends arrived. One of them was Mike. You weren't very fond of him, unlike Johnny, who sat right next to you.

"Good evening, sweetheart." He greeted you, kissing your forehead. You looked down, trying to hide your giddy smile. Johnny nudged your waist with his elbow, teasing. "Looking pretty, how are you?"

"I'm better now, Johnny." You said softly, putting your phone away to enjoy the presence of your father and his friends. You looked at his outfit, a black polo shirt with dark jeans. He didn't need to put much effort into his clothes, he was naturally charming. You ordered your plates and soon enough they arrived. The waiter was very friendly, specifically with you. You didn't mind it and neither did your dad — even though you knew he was jealous internally, you were his beloved only daughter after all.

But the one who was really worse off was Johnny, whose eyes were boring into the waiter's forehead. He had a hard glare fixed on the waiter's every move, daring them to do a bit more than just smile. He wanted to punch their teeth off and make them swallow.

Once the waiter was gone, Johnny turned to you. "Do you know them?" He asked, discreetly whispering in your ear. You shook your head and he hummed, still jealous. He placed a hand on your knee under the table, gripping it as if to make sure you wouldn't forget he was there — as if you could think of anything besides how good his spicy perfume smelled.

You started eating, slow and nice, savoring the food, pretending that you weren't feeling Johnny's hand slowly creeping up your thigh. You gave him a side eye, he was already staring at you with an unreadable expression. Your father was engrossed in a conversation with his other friend, so he didn't notice when you almost jumped on your seat.

"Shh.." Johnny cooed as his fingers touched your clothed heat, his fingertips grazed over the pantyhose's thin fabric. "Do not make a sound, or it will be worse.." He threatened, but you felt excited. How worse? You thought. “Understood?” He commanded an answer. You simply nodded at him and returned to eat, shivering as his hand slipped under your dress, touching your bare belly with his cold hand. It slid under your stockings, brushing his fingertips on your damp panties. 

"Spread your legs a bit more, princess." He whispered, waiting. "Are you sure? What if-" You tried to argue with him, keeping a low and hushed tone, but he just hit you with "Be good and listen to daddy." and you knew you had to obey him. Your legs moved under the table, spreading just enough to have Johnny's hand intruding on your underwear, his fingers shamelessly stroking your soaked pussy. You muffled your gasp with a spoonful of your food, your hand on your forehead, trying to control yourself. 

Johnny grinned and turned to your father. "This is delicious." He pointed to the plate with his free hand, your father nodded in agreement. "Really good, isn't it, bunny?" Johnny asked you, dipping two fingers inside your well-lubricated entrance, teasing you. You nodded, still not daring to look up and meet everyone's eyes. "S' good, mhm.." You whispered, sounding almost like a whimper that you hoped no one would notice.

You didn't know if you wanted to hit Johnny because of the whole teasing or spread your legs even more for him. Johnny increased his pace, having no mercy. With your head down, you noticed the growing bulge on Johnny’s lap, you even thought about masturbating him as well but that would be too much – and you certainly wouldn’t be able to hide what you were doing.

Johnny would whisper his dirty thoughts in your ear whenever your father was distracted by his other friend. Things like: “You’re soaked, certainly desperate for me, huh?” or “You enjoy the thrill of getting caught, don’t you? You’re acting like a slut and I'm loving it.” You were sure everyone could hear his fingers pumping into your wet pussy, his fingers doing sloppy and messy thrusts due to the tight pantyhose. 

Your heart was racing and you couldn't even eat anymore. He was so fast, the heel of his palm smashing your clit. Your inner walls clenched around his fingers like a wet velvet glove. You felt it coming fast, giving you chills. You laid your head on your arms on the table, biting your hand to muffle your moans as you reached the orgasm, soaking Johnny’s fingers.

"Are you okay, dear?" Your father asked, a bit concerned. "Oh, she's fine" Johnny answered instead. "She's just feeling sleepy, isn't that right?" He looked at you, you could hear the hint of a mocking tone hidden in his gentle one. You nodded to play along with him, a small whine escaping your lips, pleading to Johnny to have mercy while he nudged the heel of his palm against your swollen clit.

Johnny curled his fingers more, stroking a spot inside of you. "I can drive her home, mate. You and Mike seem to be in an interesting conversation" Johnny offered "I will put her to sleep and then come back here, it's still early to call it a night.". Your father agreed with Johnny, he was like a brother to him, so he blindly trusted Johnny to take care of you.

Johnny discreetly pulled his fingers away and stood up. He turned his head away for a moment just to briefly suck his fingers, even though he was still mad, — due to his jealousy — he couldn't deny himself from the pleasure of tasting you.

"Come, princess" Johnny called, pulling you by the hand. He led you to the parking lot, opening the car door for you. You just followed him like a puppy, completely submitted. The driving was quiet and you noticed that his car was faster than your father's. The tent was still on his pants, you wondered what would happen once you arrived home, and the thoughts made you even wetter, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

Johnny noticed it, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” He glanced at you “You don’t want me to lose control, right?” His focus returned to the road. You would have behaved if you weren’t so impatient. So you just ignored his warning, spreading your legs and– getting smacked on your thigh. It made you whine, of course, it was a sharp and quick slap.

“You will get punished when we arrive, prepare yourself.” He said coldly, not even looking away from the road, his movements controlled. You gulped and placed your hands on your lap, sitting up straight.

You knew were cooked, and soon enough you would be cocked.

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math problem.

Scenario: Your math professor/teacher helping you study! ;)

Warnings: straight to smut, gn reader, cockwarming, praise kink (maybe), professor x student, quite simple.

Word count: 413

a/n: English is not my first language. I didn't proofread this (I'm out of free samples on Grammarly for today </3)

"Come on, I know you can do it." Mr Depp cooed in your ear, his lips teasingly brushing against your earlobe. He's been buried deep inside you for the last forty minutes — It doesn't seem like a long time when only focusing on numbers, but to you, it felt like years.

In front of you was the math book, open to some generic problem that would be solved with a simple rule of three. His hands stroked your waist, occasionally squeezing as he kept encouraging you. "You can do it, pet."

You got used to the feeling of his cock inside you, even forgetting that he was balls deep inside of you. But every time he moved his hips the slightest bit, his cock would brush against your ultra-sensitive inner walls, making you let out the most delicious whimpers he'd ever heard.

Johnny rocked his hips, urging you to answer the problem. You gasped, legs twitching with the stimulation. You stuttered out an answer, a wrong answer actually. But, can you blame yourself? Mr Depp was torturing your poor brain and your little hole at the same time, how can you even think properly?

"Ah-ah, try again, pup." He said, almost mocking you. He rocked his hips upwards, nudging the mushroom head of his member against a certain spot. You squirmed once more on his lap; it was such a lovely sight for him.

Johnny's hands traveled under your shirt to touch your chest. His palms stroked your chest, and his quick and rough fingers played with your nipples, he loved messing with you and making you lose your line of thought. Every time you squeezed your eyes to try to concentrate more, his smirk increased.

He started to roll and pinch your nipples, making you squirm again and again. His lips brushed on your neck. "What's the answer? Hm?" He insisted, gently nibbling. It's getting harder to understand the math problem in front of you, like the words were random and didn't make sense.

You whined out another try and suddenly you got it right. Mr Depp nodded. "That's right, you're such a good pet." He praised, his hands went to your waist again. He helped you bounce on him a little bit, finally relieving some of the tension, rewarding you for your right answer, before making you sit still again. "Let's try another problem.." He said as he leaned forward, chest against your back, to flick through the math book pages.

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private lessons.

Scenario: Where your biology teacher, Johnny Depp, helps you to improve your bad grades.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding (maybe), slight mention of age gap, creampie, cheating (Johnny is married)

Word count: 1.8k

a/n: I know this is quite cliche, but I love this kind of prompt so.. fuck it, the profile is mine, I post whatever I want KKMKLKK. English is not my first language, reader is not a minor.

“Come on, it is not that hard, try again.” Mr Depp insisted, his hand on your left shoulder. You had lost count of how many times he asked you to try again. You were in the empty classroom with him, your stern biology teacher. He asked you to wait until after class since your grades were quite low in his subject. Johnny took off his glasses and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You felt helpless because you did not understand the open book right in front of you. He was trying to teach you a few subjects that might be present on entrance exams, the first and actual one was the Reproductive System.

“Mr Depp, I can’t” You sighed, giving up for the third time. “Yes, you can. Reread it.” He insisted once more, pointing at the sentence in the old book. He exhaled tiredly, his grip on your shoulder tightening briefly before releasing it. “Let's have a small break, hm?” He patted your back and crossed his arms, looking away. The golden glint on his finger caught your attention, Mr Depp never mentioned a wife before — but he wasn't the type to even mention his personal life during classes. Though the thought of him marrying someone else made you somehow jealous.

He noticed your curious stare on his ring, rolling his eyes at the mere reminder of his unbearable wife. Johnny walked to his desk, sat down, and placed his glasses on the desk. His hands dragged down his face, exhausted. “What are you looking at?” He grumbled, being the usual stern type he was. You just watched him. “I didn't know that you're married.” You said softly, afraid of raising your tone with him. He huffed and played with the ring, twisting and sliding it on his finger, a mannerism he got as soon as he married. “It's not something I'm proud of” He muttered, as if the words slipped freely from his lips. You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?” 

Why is Johnny unproud of his marriage? It’s a big accomplishment in life. And since Johnny never spoke about his love life in classes, unlike other teachers, he was satisfied with it… wasn’t he?

“My wife,” He exhaled heavily. “She has been rather distant. I suspect she has found someone else.” He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses back on. It was clear that his relationship with his wife had taken a toll on him, mentally and physically. Your lips frowned sympathetically, noticing how tired your teacher was. “I’m sorry you must deal with that, Mr Depp…” You leaned forward on your seat, watching him. Seeing your usually stoic teacher this exhausted made you feel something, like a feminine impulse to comfort him.

“Don’t be, I shouldn’t be talking about this with a student. Are you done with your break?” He looked up at you. You stood up hesitantly, your eyes locked on his. “You must feel so.. lonely, without your wife's companion..” You said, hands unquiet. Johnny's eyebrows twitched, reluctant, but he nodded. “I-... Yes, I suppose it feels.” His eyes stayed on yours, like a hunter watching his prey. With slow steps, you stood next to him. Johnny was still sitting on his chair. Your eyes traveled his face, mapping every contour and detail, admiring. His serious gaze was rather exciting, it made you feel obligated to please him.

“You must be missing a feminine touch, right?” You whispered like your subconscious was talking for you. Johnny's expression remained stern, as if internally questioning his morals until a smirk appeared. “Oh, I am, ain't I?” He looked up and down at you, he knew what you were trying to do and he was slowly giving in. You tentatively placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning closer. “Trying to get a more hands-on lesson, puppy?” He asked in a low voice, teasing you with a wider smirk. His tone made you shiver, you were completely under his spell. Johnny's hands slowly moved to your waist, his thumbs caressing your sides.

“Puppy?” You asked. “Yes, you're my puppy.” He pulled you up and placed you on the edge of his desk. “You want a lesson, huh? Let's see if you get it this time.” He attacked your lips, swallowing your gasps. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging his long strands. His tongue possessed your mouth, claiming every inch of it. You slid your tongue against his tentatively, earning a stroke on your thighs from him.

You felt his fingers ghostly brushing towards the center, feeling the damp heat on the thin fabric of your panties. “Let's start with the female genitalia” He broke the kiss, looking down to your lap. Johnny's fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, gently pulling it down your ankles. He licked his fingertips before sliding a finger up your slit, feeling your wetness. He bit his lower lip, nodding in approval. Once he coated his fingers in your arousal, he brought them to his lips, tasting you. Johnny hummed, sucking his fingers. His cock throbbed in its confines.

A pop echoed through the empty classroom as he removed his fingers from his mouth, he dipped them between your legs and started to list. “Here are the labia majora” His fingers stroked your bigger pussy lips and you shivered in anticipation. “Here the inner ones” His thumb brushed against your sticky slit. He slides his thumb between your labia minora, dragging it up towards your clit. “Your urethra is located around here and…” Johnny trailed off as his fingertip reached your small bundle of nerves. “-And this little thing is your clitoris.” He rubbed tight circles against it, pressing his thumb to stimulate you.

“Oh, look how it swells…” He whispered praisingly, biting a smirk. “You like it, don’t you, little one?” He taunted, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Stimulating this cute little thing will make you aroused, and shortly soon become wet.” He kissed your neck twice, his lips lingering on your skin. His fingertips traveled down your pussy.

“And here, my pet. Here is the main attraction.” He teasingly stroked the entrance of your vagina, pretending to slide in but never doing it. You whined, eyes pleading to him to have mercy and just give in. “Shh… Once wet enough, it becomes easier to penetrate the vagina.” He slid two fingers inside, slightly curling them to caress your insides. Johnny started pumping his fingers in and out steadily, his satisfied grin widening as he noted your body responses. 

“Did you get it?” He whispered and kissed your temple. You moaned so softly, his fingers felt good, a lot better than your own. He buried his fingers deeper and tried again, stroking your inner walls mercilessly. “Did you get it, pup?” He teased and you nodded, another moan escaping your lips.

He removed his fingers, briefly sucking them again before unbuckling his belt. “Now, let's move to the male genitalia.” He unzips his tailored pants. “And then I’ll explain more of the whole process.” He winked, letting his pants fall. Your eyes were fixed on his hands as he pulled his boxers down just enough to free himself, his thick, veiny manhood standing hard and proud. You were really going to have sex with your teacher, a man almost twice your age.

Johnny wrapped his hand around the base of his length and started to point out. He cupped his balls with his other hand, careful yet with a certain custom. “These are the testicles, they are responsible for making sperm and are also producing testosterone” His hands moved up. “This is the shaft, as you can see.. and here, on the top, the glans” His thumb brushed the head of his cock. Your eyes watched every movement, horny and somewhat eager. Your hand reached to touch him, his amused smirk told you that you were allowed to. He released a shaky gasp as you touched his sensitive tip, already dripping precum.

“Feel it, puppy, look how excited I am for you” He whispered. Johnny brushes his thumb over his tip, collecting his precum before shoving it in your mouth, his other fingers cupping your chin. “Taste it, yeah..” He breathed, his other hand guiding his member towards your entrance. With gentle pushes, and the help of your drooling pussy, he easily slid in. Johnny groaned, your tightness enveloping his cock like a velvet glove. “Shit, that's it.” He cursed under his breath, pushing it all inside. “Now, I will fuck this pretty pussy and then fill your little womb with my semen, put a baby in you.” He warned with a malicious grin “And you will love every second of it.” Johnny started slow but it didn't take long for him to slam his hips against yours, not caring about the unholy skin slapping sound echoing through the room. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the need to hold yourself onto something before your body gave into the pleasant sensation of his cock stroking your insides.

You tried to keep your eyes open, but everything felt so good. Johnny chuckled between grunts, seeing you struggling. “You're doing great, you're such a quick learner, pup” He praised, leaning to kiss you. He swallowed your moans and whimpers, hitting the head of his cock each time deeper inside of you. Johnny reached your chest with one of his hands, hastily ripping the buttons of your shirt open, freeing at least one breast. “Those are important as well, they'll produce milk to feed your baby, once you get pregnant.” He squeezed your nipple tightly, making you whine in pleasure.

You wrapped your wobbly legs around his waist, keeping him there — as if he ever wanted to leave. One of his hands sneaked between your legs, teasing your clit. “When you feel it, don't hold it, hear me?” He ordered. “I want you to be a good girl and fall apart on my cock.” Johnny quickened his pace, his free hand gripping your thigh so tight that might leave a mark later. And you felt it coming, the unmistakable feeling already pooling in your belly. Johnny whispered a few more encouraging phrases in your ear, a stark contrast between his gentle words and his rough thrusts, leading you to the fall. You melted in his arms, drenching his length. He followed you, almost instantly, flooding your insides, painting them white.

Johnny slowed his movements, looking into your eyes. “You did so well, puppy” He kissed your forehead. You looked back at him, panting. “I think I'll get at least B on your test, sir” You chuckled breathlessly. “Oh, you'll certainly do well, sweetheart. Get that B and I will give you my D as a reward” He winked, kissing you one last time.

Suddenly, a loud alarm interrupted your moment. Actually, interrupted everything, since you woke up in the classroom with everyone gathering their things to leave. You had slept during Mr Depp’s class. When standing up, your eyes locked with Johnny's. He let out an amused chuckle and shook his head.

"You'll need private lessons, pup.”

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thinking about teacher/professor!Johnny who makes you study while cockwarming him and rewards you with thrusts for every right answer you get 😞

opss! I wrote about 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.

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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.

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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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my current situation.

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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.

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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.