#john christopher depp

[ghsttk]

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.”

a/n: I apologize if something is written wrong, I did not proofread this and I unfortunately don't have biology classes anymore lol.

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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. Don't look at me like that either." 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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Currently re-watching the Depp v. Heard case and realizing I could easily write pages and pages of why I think what I think, and about male victims of domestic violence and abuse, and how we're not morally prepared to deal with them.

[jdepppp]

Johnny Depp Photographed by Annie Leibovitz

-1995

[deppjohnnyforever]

[ghsttk]

the beautifulest.

Scenario: After telling Johnny Depp that you were feeling insecure about your appearance, he showers you with praises.

Warnings: Pregnancy (about 4-5 months), female reader.

Word count: 654

a/n: I hope you're satisfied, miss Jupiter. English is not my first language.

You throw your last dress on the bed, frustrated. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel like a covered gas cylinder, nothing looks good on you. Johnny, your husband, had invited you on a date, he told you to wear something nice… But what? There are no nice, only too-tight dresses, from before your pregnancy, and oversized dresses, that make you feel even bigger.

And it's not that you're hating your pregnancy, ever! Your pregnancy was the best thing that ever happened, you always dreamed about being a mother, especially having Johnny as the father. But before being a mother, you’re a woman, a woman who worries about her appearance.

You place a hand on your swollen belly, sighing. You’re wearing a long navy blue dress, but you don’t even feel like going out anymore and you don’t know how to tell your husband. And speaking of which… “My dear, are you ready?” Johnny asks, entering the bedroom without waiting for an answer. He has that usual warm smile on his face as he looks at you through the mirror. “Blue? stunning, honey. I’ll change my shirt to match you.” He wraps his arms above your pregnant stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You give him a small smile and he instantly notices that something is wrong. “Talk to me, dearest, what’s the matter?” He says softly, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You sigh, looking down, searching for words to explain as if they were scattered on your feet. He gently turns you to face him, his eyes painted in worry. “I don’t feel so beautiful, hubby, not like I was before.” You shake your head, still facing down.

He immediately holds your chin up again, looking into your eyes, his own narrowing as he notices you’re serious. “Oh, my. Why on Earth would you say that?” He scolds you gently, his hand now cupping your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, both before and now.” He caresses your cheeks, still concerned. You smile on one side, weakly, without much effort to mask what you still feel. “Please, don’t doubt your beauty just because your body is changing, my love.” He frowns his eyebrows softly, pulling you into a hug, you lay your head on his shoulder while he strokes your back.

Johnny keeps you there for a while, savoring the feeling of having you close, until he disentangles himself from your arms and turns you to face the mirror once again, holding your hips. “Listen to me, my dear, and look at yourself while I speak.” He says firmly yet gently, he wants you to see how he sees you, to understand why you’re his muse.

“You’re radiant” He moves your hair, brushing it away from your face. “Every new curve, every feature from your pregnancy… They all remind me of how much happiness you’re bringing into my world.” His hands slide to stroke your belly, his fingers reverent, worshiping. “You’re carrying our first child, for God’s sake. You’re glowing, you’re divine!” He kisses your cheek loudly, making you giggle, the glow finally returning to your face, all thanks to your beloved.

You turn to him, smiling. “You’re the best, my dear” You kiss him, still smiling. “Say you’re beautiful, my dear.” He asks, softly. “I am beautiful, Mr. Depp” You nod, hands going to stroke his shaved cheeks. “Good.” He places his hands on your waist. “I don’t want to hear you say the otherwise ever again, Mrs. Depp” He playfully rebukes you, pinching your waist lightly, but you can see a hint of seriousness, he means what he said.

“I’m in awe of you carrying our child.” He glances down at your stomach. “You’re the beautifulest.” He says with a fond smile. “My love, that word doesn’t even exist.” You laugh, the genuine sound making his eyes sparkle with love. 

“Of course it exists, and it means you.”

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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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waking up the building.

🎼: Acordando o prédio - Luan Santana

Scenario: You and Johnny not caring about keeping it quiet in a hotel room.

Warnings: smut, female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, a single slap (I wish there had been more), praise kink, creampie, dom!Johnny and sub!reader.

Word count: 1k

a/n: LET'S WAKE UP THIS BUILDING, MAKE EVERYONE JEALOUS. WHILE THEY'RE GOING TO WORK WE MAKE LOVE AGAIN, AGAIN AND AGAIN (I love this song srry) English is not my first language!!

It's 04:00 am, Monday. You were taking care of Johnny while he took a break from his busy schedule, resting in a hotel room. You and Johnny should be sleeping, since it is still early, but you two had other plans. You were grinding against each other's thighs, almost becoming one, sharing breathless confessions of desire. 

He kisses you hungrily, nibbing your lower lip. “God, Johnny…” You call, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, making his breath hitch. He moves to your neck, lips brushing lazily against your skin. You arch your back towards him, he always makes you so needy. His hands snake behind your back, reaching for the clasp of your lacy bra. Johnny leans and presses kisses on your chest while freeing your breasts, throwing the bra away. “I love when you wear them but- God…” He breathes, staring mesmerized. “It's also a shame to have to cover these beauties” He praises your breasts, giving a kiss to each one. You giggle at him, finding it amusing.

“You're so silly” Your fingers tangle his hair, pulling it as he starts sucking your nipples, making you moan softly. He hums in approval, his right hand leaving your waist to slide between your legs, going into your panties. He groans as he feels your arousal slicking his fingers. “My God, sweetheart, all this just for me?” He teases you with a smirk, caressing your folds, sliding two fingers on your soaked slit. “Mhm, of course, it is..” You gasp, closing your eyes as you enjoy his skilled fingers on you.

You whine for him “Please, John” He kisses your neck again, moving up. “Can we go raw, love? I didn't have time to buy new condoms” He whispers, nuzzling against your neck, fingers still working on your dripping pussy. “Fuck yes, I don’t care, just shove it inside and stretch my—” He laughs softly, the sound husky from desire “Calm down, sweetie.” He shakes his head and kisses your jawline. Johnny reaches down, removing his fingers from you, and takes off his boxers hastily, his hard manhood bouncing from his abruptness.

You reach down to tease his pink leaking tip, only to receive a hard stare from Johnny. “Careful now, hm.” He warns, as if that would stop you. He holds both of your thin wrists with a hand, pinning them above your head. “Now, be a good girl and wrap those gorgeous legs around me, pretty.” You oblige, crossing your ankles behind his back. He caresses your thigh with a hand, the other holding the base of his cock, rubbing the tip against your swollen labia to lube the head, then finally sliding it inside. He introduces slowly, stopping between thrusts, his mouth open in a soundless moan.

You feel every inch, every delicious detail of him, you love being so full of him. Johnny starts moving his hips, rolling them forward, against you. When you got used to his size, he continued to push slowly, which made you impatient. “Faster, John, please” You whine in his ear as he leans down, scratching his back. He hisses and shakes his head “Shhh… The walls are thin, sweetheart” He sighs “We can't lose ourselves now.” You could sense that it didn't please him either, he wanted more just like you needed more.

Then, being the good girl you are, you decide to ignore what he said and just beg and beg for more, until he gives in. You start with whimpers and tiny moans in his ear, calling for him, then kisses on his neck and scratches on his biceps. It didn't take long for his resolve to succumb, finally giving into your pleas. He holds your hips tighter, releasing a groan “You're going to kill me, but what a way to die.” He thrusts faster into your greedy pussy, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room — and probably in the hotel hallway.

You moan louder, tugging his hair. “Fuck it! Yes baby, let it out, scream my name.” He grunts, delivering a slap on one of your thighs before holding them even tighter, using them to keep you in place while he fucks you. “Johnny!” You cry out in pleasure, the head of his cock nudging a sweet spot inside of you. He smirks proudly, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. “Make them jealous, honey, scream louder!” He commands, an unquenchable fire in his eyes “Make them wish they were fucking like we do.” He kisses you hungrily, swallowing your moans, his pace never faltering. You feel it coming, your inner walls clenching tightly around him, gripping his girth as if it were a vital part of you.

He sucks his breath in surprise and moans, breaking the kiss. He doubles his efforts, thrusting harder inside your needy pussy, the soggy sounds making his eyes roll back, for him it was like hearing a sinphony. Someone knocks on the door, making your eyes widen. You try to push Johnny but he simply shakes his head, keeping his pace. “I'll take care of that later. Come, let it go for me, my love” He pleads breathlessly, his hips starting to grind, nudging your clit on his pubic bone.

You lose your voice, calling out his name as you tremble from your orgasm. Johnny groans and follows right after, filling your insides with his warm seed, making sure to flood it. After three or four thrusts, he pulls his cock out, a wet pop escaping from your pussy. You take a breath, eyes closed blissfully. Your lover watches you with a warm smile “You look so beautiful, dear” He kisses your cheek and leaves the bed, pulling the sheets to cover your vulnerable body. You blow a kiss to him. "Rest now, but we're not done yet." Johnny winks.

He sighs as he pulls a random pair of sweatpants on, reaching for his wallet before walking to the door, hoping you two won't be expelled from the hotel yet.

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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)

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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.

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who's your daddy?

Scenario: you didn't remember your father had such a daddy friend

Warnings: smut, daddykink, age gap, female reader, masturbation (reader), nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, slightly degrading ("pathetic").

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: English is not my first language. I don't know what to say about this fic so... enjoy. Do I really need to say that the reader is of legal age?...

You were lying on your bed, scrolling on your phone, bored. With a sigh you turn off your phone and stare at the ceiling, contemplating your life. After a few minutes lost in thought, you hear two male voices downstairs, one from your father and the other from… another man. You don’t recognize who, but that was enough to drag you out of bed and leave your room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and loose denim shorts, since you spent the whole day at home.

The conversation between the two men was clearer when going downstairs, but that didn't mean it was interesting. Your father notices you, smiling proudly as he beckons you closer. “Here, look how much my daughter has grown!” Your father pats your back, showing you to the other man, who looks quite familiar. “Oh gosh,” The man grins, giving you a once-over before looking into your eyes. “You’re quite the woman now.” He nods.

Ignoring the blush on your cheeks, you tilt your head at him, trying to recognize him. He notices it, tilting his head just like you, smiling softly. “Come on now… Don’t you remember me, princess?” He steps closer, towering over you. You keep your eyes on his, fighting against the urge to lower your gaze to his mustache, it is so manly... “Well, I- wait…” You whisper the last part, eyes widening as the realization sinks. “Oh, Johnny!” You laugh softly, throwing your arms around his neck.

He stiffens momentarily but chuckles, wrapping his strong, big arms around your waist. “There is my girl.” He says in a low rumble, patting your lower back before leaning back to look at you. “You let your hair grow, you look different.” You comment, as if explaining why you didn't recognize him, while admiring his face. “Not in a bad way.” You decide to add, chuckling shyly. He grins charmingly, still holding your waist. “And you look all grown up, but I bet you’re still my little girl.” He kisses your forehead and releases you, he used to do it all the time when you were younger, but now it hits differently, you don't know why it makes your heart race.

You join their conversation, sitting on the couch next to Johnny. He places his hand on your knee, focused on your father, who doesn’t seem to notice the pull between you and his friend. You try to relax and don't feel so self-conscious, but it becomes more difficult when his hand tightens his grip, his thumb now caressing your skin. Although Johnny casually talks to your father, he keeps a smirk disguised as a grin, and you just can’t stop staring at him.

When your father excuses himself for a moment, Johnny looks at you. “How’s life treating you, princess?” He smiles, still caressing your knee. “Pretty well, I guess. How about you?” You place your hand over his, his eyes flickering down momentarily before looking at you again. “Better now.” He winks and you chuckle, starting to blush. You’re shamelessly enjoying his attention. He picks your hand, caressing your knuckles. “So, any boyfriends?” He asks directly, eyes on yours. “You told me not to date anyone until I was twenty-five.” You laugh softly and he looks down, chuckling. “Well, I did, didn’t I?” He grins.

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After eating your father's lasagna, you head upstairs to the bathroom, leaving him and Johnny talking. It was already late, you just want to take a hot shower and relax. You undress and step under the shower, turning it on. Once the warm water hits your bare skin, you sigh in relief, nothing better than a nice shower after a long day. You slowly travel your hands from your hair, shoulders, collarbone, chest… Johnny's hands were on your mind, their warmth, weight, roughness…

You place your hands on your small breasts, caressing them before gently pinching the nipples, gasping softly right after. You lean against the wall, your left hand sliding down your stomach, fingers ghostly brushing on your skin, reaching between your legs. For a slight second, you even think about what you're doing, but you're so needy. You don't care if he's your father's best friend, if he took care of you years ago, or if he's twice your age — actually, the fact of him being so much older than you only arouses you further.

Your fingers brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, hitching your breath. Your mouth opens in a soundless moan, fingers sliding further through the slick folds. You pinch your nipple again, using your free hand, and a small whimper escapes — but the shower is still on, so no one is hearing you, right?

You easily slide two fingers inside of you, the tips gently stroking your inner walls. You spread your legs a little more, starting to pump your fingers in and out, wishing they were Johnny's. It felt so good yet it wasn't enough, you needed more. You release a small moan. “Oh, Johnny-” “Yes?” You hear his husky voice next to you, making you freeze. You slowly turn to him, your face burning.

He was leaning against the closed door, shirtless, with his arms crossed. He tilts his head upwards, staring down at you. “I heard you calling…” He whispers. “Y-You did?” You cover your mouth, deadly embarrassed. He smirks, amused by your reaction. “Oh, sweetheart, you thought you were being quiet?” He chuckles. “...Do you want help with that?” He offers, mumbling, afraid of making you feel insulted or something.

You stare at him for a moment “Are you serious?”. He gulps and nods, holding his breath “But I won’t force you, ever-”. You interrupt him, opening the sliding glass shower door.

He quickly catches on, unzipping his jeans and hastily pulling them down along his underwear, kicking them off. Johnny joins you, his hands flying to hold your waist, kissing you hungrily without wasting a second. He brushes your soaked hair away from your face and holds your chin. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He praises, pressing you against the cold wall, a thigh between yours. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl, and daddy will give it to you.” He moves his knee up, slowly applying pressure on your neediness.

You gently scratch his shoulders, teasing him. “I want you, John” You plead in a whisper, using his knee to grind. “And what's the word?” He makes you look into his eyes, taking advantage of his bigger stature to tower over you. “Please, daddy” You choke out, receiving a kiss. “Good girl.” He nods and gently turns you around, pressing his chest on your back, your chest on the wall. You could feel his hardness brushing against your thigh, only increasing your arousal.

His hands slide down, cupping your rear, giving a strong squeeze. He explores your body, kissing your neck from behind while touching every inch of you. He grinds his length on your ass and you press your hips harder against his. “Please…” You ask again, getting impatient. “Hush now, okay?” He says firmly, giving another kiss on your neck, his hands moving to your chest. “You're such a tease,” He starts, his fingers teasing your nipples “Walking around without a bra, pressing these against me…” He squeezes your breasts “Did you think I wouldn't notice?” He whispers in your ear, making you whimper with his fingers pinching you. He nibs your earlobe and leans back again.

His left hand goes up, his index finger caresses your lips. You open your mouth to lick them gently, but Johnny shoves his two fingers in your mouth, almost making you gag. He chuckles darkly and, with his free hand, he caresses your needy folds, his fingers ghosting on your skin to tease you. “Suck my fingers, now.” He orders, stroking your clit mercilessly. You obey him, sucking his fingers like your life depends on it, drooling on them. John smirks, pleased by your submissiveness. His fingers, previously on your clit, move to your entrance. He strokes the hole teasingly, making you whimper on his fingers.

“Spread your legs, baby. Daddy's going to take you now.” He commands, not leaving room for discussion. You blindly obey, his hands on your sensitive flesh making you have frissons. You feel the tip of him nudging your dripping entrance, teasing before slowly pushing inside. You gasp, louder than you intended, feeling you getting stretched. “Shh, you're doing great.” He whispers, still sliding inside, you felt like his dick had no end, becoming even more surprised as his inches settled inside you. Once fully inside, he stops. “Tell me how it feels, princess.” he whispers. You involuntarily clench around him, trying to get used to his girth. Johnny moans “My, don't do that, you're already so tight..” He demands, starting to thrust. He grunts in your ear as he picks up the pace, holding your hips tightly, not even waiting long for you to get used to his size. You moan, your body jerking against the wall with the strength of his thrusts. “It feels good, doesn't it?” He smirks, leaning down to kiss your neck, and wrapping an arm around your waist.

His tip was meticulously hitting a special spot inside of you, making you melt. And as if that wasn't enough, his other hand is still between your legs, his fingertips brushing your clit. Plus his grunts in your ear, all result in you being a babbling, incoherent mess. “You look so pathetic, baby.” He chuckles menacingly. Johnny feels you're close by the way you're gripping his cock so tightly, and you could feel him throbbing inside. He removes his fingers from your mouth and moves to cover your lips, muffling your noises, before quickening the pace of his fingers on your clit. “Come, baby, come for daddy.” He whispers in your ear, his voice alone making your legs wobbly. You can't even hold it, falling apart on his dick, eyes watering. He stays inside for half a second before quickly pulling it out and releasing his orgasm on the floor, a few drops dripping on your legs. He pants softly and gently turns you to him, pulling you to his chest.

“Are you alright?” He kisses your forehead and caresses the apple of your eye. You nod against his chest, catching your breath. “You did a good job, princess, you've always been a good girl.” He strokes your damp hair, content.

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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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