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mx-pastelwriting · 1 year

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Could you do Johnny Depp x Reader rough dominate smut, with a few year age gap between Johnny and reader? Maybe even add how they met?

I love writing Johnny Depp!!

Johnny Depp x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warning: Smut, Dom, Rough, Belt (No hurting), Established Relationship

(-Sorry for doing this way to late I took a break still hope you like it!)

Minors do not interact!

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You gave a big sigh as you continued to flip through the channels. You had been up all night waiting for Johnny to get home as his tour ended two days ago, and now he was on his way home to you. It wasn't anything new to you both. Him being away for long periods of time and only talking to him when he figured out how to work his phone.

Finally, something caught your attention enough for you to put the remote down on the nightstand. Only for you to curl up in bed with your eyes threatening to close on you. Not before Johnny made his way into the room with his bags in his hands. He smiled at you when his eyes met yours.

You returned the smile and watched as he put the bags down and made his way to you. He sat on the bed and gave you a kiss, not saying a word, before going into the bathroom. The usual when he comes home.

You could hear him messing around with his belt. It caused you to bite your lip and rub your legs together, and you couldn't help but whine quietly. It's strange how a simple noise can bring back memories of all the ways he's used it on you. And how it was the subject when you two met—oddly enough, his belt was something to look at as you worked with him on the set of his movies. Before you could snap out of your drunken daze, the feeling of Johnny's soft lips pulled you back to reality. You smiled as you returned the kiss, your hands settling on his cheek and then into his soft hair.

He hummed into the kiss as he pulled you closer. The kiss broke as you laughed at his hand pulling up your shirt. Looking into his eyes, he never looked more in love, and to be fair, it had been almost a year since he had his hands on you. "Welcome home, Johnny," you say with a big smile on your face as you look into his soft brown eyes.

"Thank you, love," he says in a tired voice before kissing your neck. Moaning as you feel his hands make their way down to your shorts, pulling them down. You bit your lip as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling his hard-clothed cock closer to you.

A groan left him as he stopped at your neck to sit up and look at you. As you both catch your breath, you watch as he takes off his shirt and starts to undo his pants, then throws off his underwear as his pants lay barely on the bed before hurriedly taking off yours too.

You laid back down as you watched your shirt be tossed off the bed. Your gaze moved down his body before coming to a halt at his twitching cock at the sight of you. His breath hitched as you opened your legs, letting him see all of you as he had many times before. His hands snaked their way up your body, then back to his pants that barely hung off the bed, and he removed the belt. Turning back to you, you were lost in your own lust to pay attention to him, tying up your hands with his belt and pitting them against the board.

He reaches for his cock and strokes himself slowly; he moans so softly. You whine in jealousy, and he smirks as he kisses your body and begins to worship it.

You feel his cock twitch before it pushes into your wet, warm walls. A gasp sounded from your throat before moans came out of the flood gates. His hands gripped on to your thighs, and his lips attacked your neck. Your eyes rolled back as his thrusts became more animalistic. His hard cock hit all the right places, stretching you, making you gasp for air as your stomach swam.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled into your ear, making you bite your lip in the middle of a moan. Your moans harmonize as he pounds into you slowly but hard, as he didn't want you to cum with his fast thrust; he wanted to make you cum with him deep in you. It was working as your climax was building up fast, and he started to play with you, making you wiggle under him.

"Johnny please-" You were cut off as he slammed into you harder. Your back arched, and a velvety moan escaped you. "You like that, God, you feel so good!"As you felt your high approaching, his words triggered something in you. "Johnny, make me cum." That was all he needed to hear before he worked harder on you. His cock carved its way deep into you, but started up his fast pace again. His moan filled the room with yours. Skin slapping with the bed made it sound as if it was going to break, making you more hot and bothered, and the way he looked at you made you want to ride him.

But you were his tonight. "I'm gonna cum, baby." He kissed you before moaning "fuck" into it. Your hands gripped onto him as his cock was driven into you. His warm cum was filling you up, and his groans were sounding into your mouth as his kiss became rough. "Fuck, I love you."

Finally something caught your attention enough for you to let the remote down on to the nightstand. Only for you to curl up in bed with your eyes threatening to close on you. Not before your Johnny made his way into the room with his bags in his hands. He smiled at you when his eyes met yours.

You returned the smile and watched as he put the bags down and made his way to you. He sat onto the bed and gave you a kiss not saying a word before going into the bathroom. The usual when he comes home.

You could heard him mess around with his belt. It made you bite your lip and you legs rub together you could help but whine quietly. Crazy how a simple noise could make the memories of the many ways he's used it on you. And how it was the subject when you two met oddly enough his belt what something to look at as you worked with him on set of his movies. Before you could snap out of your drunk daze the feeling of Johnny's soft lips pulls you back to reality. You smiled as you returned the kiss with your hands planting themself on to his cheek then into his soft hair.

He hummed into the kiss as he pulled you closer. The kiss broke as you laughed at his hand pulling up your shirt. Looking into his eyes he never looked more into love to be fair it had been almost a year since he had his hands on you. "Welcome home Johnny" You say with a big smile on your face as you looked into his soft brown eyes.

"Thank you love" He says in a tired voice before kissing down to your neck. Moaning as you feel his hands make their way down to your shorts pulling them down. You bit your lip as you wrapped you legs around him pulling his hard clothed cock closer to you.

A groan left him as he stopped at your neck to sit up and look at you. As you both catch your breath you watch as he took off his shirt and started to undo his pants then throw off his underwear as his pants lay barely on the bed before hurriedly taking off yours too.

You laid back down as you watched your shirt be thrown down off the bed. Your eyes explored down his body then stopped at his hard throbbing cock twitching at the sight of you. His breath hitched as you opened your legs letting him see all of you like the many times before. His hands snaked there way up you body then back to his pants that barley hanged off the bed he removed the belt. Turning back to you, You where lost in your own lust to pay attention to him tying up your hands with his belt and pitting them to the board.

He reaches for his cock and strokes himself slowly; he moans so soft. You whine in jealousy he smirks the kisses your body and begins to worship your body.

You feel his cock twitch before it pushed into your wet warm walls. A gasp sounded from your throat before moans came out of the flood gates. His hands gripped on to your thighs and his lips attacked your neck, your eyes rolled back as his thrusts became more animalistic. His hard cock hitting all the right places stretching you, making you gasp for air as your stomach swimmed.

"You feel so fucking good" He growled into your ear making you bite your lip in the middle of a moan. Your moans harmonizes as he pounds into you slowly but hard as he didn't want you to cum with his fast thrust he wanted to make you cum with him deep in you. It was working as your climax was building up fast and he started to play with you making you wiggle under him.

"Johnny please-" You were cut off as he slammed into you harder, your back arched and a velvety moan escaped you. "You like that, god you feel so fucking good!" His words stirred something in you as you felt you high coming. "Johnny make me cum" That was all he needed to hear before he worked harder on you. His cock carved it way into your deep but started up his fast pace again, His moan filled the room with yours. Skin slapping with the bed sounds as if it was going to break made you more hot and bothered, and the way he looked at you made you want to ride him.

But tonight you were his. "I'm gonna cum baby" He kissed you before moaning "fuck" into it. You hands griped onto him as his cock was driven into you, His warm cum filling you up and his groans sounding into your mouth as his kiss became rough. "Fuck, I love you"

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#johnny depp x you #johnny depp imagines #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x reader

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bluetintcore · 2 years

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loved your so high fic!! do you think you could do a fix where it’s just lily x femreader or even just some headcannons for them, no one does fics for lily and the idol trailer has me desperate ❤️

❛ dating! ᥫ᭡ lily-rose depp.

synopsis ↝ in which you just so happen to be the one who stole lily’s heart. (general dating headcannons)

pairings ↝ lily-rose depp x fem!reader.

warnings ↝ fluff, fem!reader, profanities, i think that’s it!

word count ↝ 1,0k

note from me ↝ no because you’re so right, why does nobody write for her?!? she’s so fine. but i hope you enjoy sweetheart

dating her would be so aesthetically pleasing. she’s tooth rotting-ly sweet, like she’ll literally have you kicking your feet and blushing. she knows exactly how to make you smile, she has this godly hold over you. it’s euphoric.

all she wants is for you to feel loved. she overthinks a ton when it comes to you, and almost everything she does she thinks of you while doing it. for example, she’ll have a conversation with someone and she’ll see you maybe get slightly jealous, it’s immediate worry on her part. because that’s not what her intent is, she always just wants to make sure you feel loved at all times.

taking late night walks. genuinely something she always looks forward to. she loves being active with you, but her sleep schedule is so wonky. like homegirl is literally a vampire, sleeping all day and up all night. so nighttime is really the only time the two of you get to spend quality time together. and walks are her favorite.

her love language is TOUCH! whenever the two of you are together she ALWAYS has a hand around your waist, holding your hand, hand on your shoulder, kissing you, you name it. she just has this urge to touch you at all times. you don’t mind though, her touch is heavenly.

you bring out a quite irresponsible side of her, i guess you could say. lily is so whipped for you that she’ll literally skip days of shooting her movies to be with you, which always gets her in a shit ton of trouble. you try to reassure her that you’re always gonna be at home waiting for her and that she should go to work, she doesn’t care though, it’s not like they’ll fire her. she’s lily-rose depp!

take this girl on a sweet picnic date by the lake and she’ll put a fucking ring on your finger. definitely something she fantasized was kissing you by a lake, with a soft quilt beneath you guys with all of your favorite foods surrounding you. take. her. on. a. picnic. date.

she’s incredibly clingy and she isn’t afraid nor embarrassed to show it. you’re hers, therefore she believes she has every right to be up your ass 24/7. it’s a quite toxic trait of hers, but whenever you’re out with friends she always insists she should tag along, even when she isn’t invited. of course, you don’t mind though. you know she’s just in love :)

she is the queen of buying you gifts. she’ll be out and about and she’ll find a shirt that reminds her of you and she’ll buy it. in fact, anything nice in her eyes she buys for you. jewelry? bought. cute jeans? bought. books? bought. shoes? bought. makeup? bought. you often find yourself overloaded with gifts from her, she is obsessed with spoiling you.

and of course it’s cliche.. but you already KNOW she makes playlists for you. and the playlist is always filled with the most beautifully written romantic toe curling songs known to man. seriously listening to the playlist makes you swoon!

she loves partying with you. mostly because she just loves being seen with you and showing everyone that you’re hers. showing up to the party with you glued to her hip, lily feels that flexing you is like flexing kim kardashian’s diamond earring. and because she likes drinking LOL

you taking half of the pictures of her on her instagram. captions are always ‘taken by my sweet’ or ‘photo creds to my love’. she strictly believes that if a photo of her isn’t taken by you, then it doesn’t belong on her instagram.

her being your absolute biggest supporter no matter what. you wanna get a venomous pet snake that would kill her in a matter of seconds? she supports you! you wanna jet ski with surrounding sharks? she’ll come too!

in lily’s eyes, you can do no wrong. you could genuinely be the most problematic person in the entire world and she would still always find a way to defend you. ‘yeah y/n l/n ran over my whole family and then processed me through a meat grinder’ and lily would be like “i’m sure she had her reasons!”

lily thinks you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever touched this filthy earth. like your existence was a glitch and you were always too beautiful to be living on this terrible planet. (i’m giggling lily is so dramatic)

but on real shit she always is just admiring your beauty. when you’re talking or just doing your own thing. she has a serious staring problem when it comes to you.

“lily, honey, didn’t your mother ever tell you that it was rude to stare?”

“i don’t care, you’re beautiful.”

you get on her with family really well which is also something that made her happy. her mother adores you and her brother thinks you’re the coolest chick he’s ever met. once lily saw that her family loved you just as much as she did, she knew you were a keeper!

on the rare occasion that she is away from you, she’ll often draw little sketches of your face in her notebook. nothing too crazy or fancy, just enough for her to know that she’s drawing her girl.

she also rants a lot, and she appreciates that you care about her enough to listen. and she appreciates that you never judge her, that you can calmly sit and listen to her run her mouth and still have the same amount of love for her as before.

same with you, whenever you need to rant, you better believe lily is all ears. and she always agrees with you!

“and she was just being such a bitch! who does she think she is?” you’d say.

“exactly! honestly, you should’ve just beat her ass,” lily would reply.

she loves loves loves doing your makeup! (if you’re comfortable with that typa thing) she gets a uncontrollable excitement when you agree to let her practice on you. she’s also really good at it, and she always makes you look *chefs kiss*.

she’s also extremely smart, so if you’re in college she’ll always help you study and she makes sure that you pass all your exams. she just wants to see you happy and succeed!

she is not only your girlfriend, she is your best friend. your soul mate. your person. and she couldn’t be happier that you were gonna be by her side no matter what!

#lily rose depp x fem!reader #lily rose depp x reader #lgbtq #timothee chalamet #wlw post #wlw #lily rose depp headcannons #johnny depp #johnny depp imagines #lily rose depp imagine #oscars 2022 #johnny depp x reader #timothèe chalamet x reader

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isimpoveryou · 2 years

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Johnny Depp x Reader

Fc: Salma Hayek

{𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓}

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yourinstagram @lilyrose_depp Can't thank my daughter for teaching me to use this account I had for YEARS, finally using it in good use.

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y/nfan01 YOO DID Y/N DEPP FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING

yourinstagram I believe I did 🤷‍♀️

y/nfan01 AND SHE REPLIED TO MY COMMENT!?!?!?

johnnyfan03 the best mother and daughter duo

johnnydepp My beautiful girls 😍

yourinstagram 😘

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johnnydepp Here is my wife daily appreciation post for being the wonderful wife and mother to my two children

tagged- yourinstagram lilyrose_depp

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johnnyfans02 LITERAL SOULMATES

y/nfans05 the second picture will always be in my head

yourinstagram This is why i fell in love with when i first laid eyes on you

johnnydepp The same with me darling

lilyrose_depp out of all the pictures you have me and jack with mom you chose the one i look weird

yourinstagram You look cute in that picture honey

johnnydepp I agree with your mother here

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yourinstagram The things i'm always thankful for @johnnydepp @lilyrose_depp

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y/nfans02 PLSSS JACK LOOKS SO CUTE

johnnyfans04 THIRD PHOTO 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

angelinajolie Beautiful😍

yourinstagram Thank you angelina

lilyrose_depp mom not that picture

yourinstagram I can't help it 🤷‍♀️ you and jack looks so cute there 😍

#johnny depp x y/n #johnny depp x reader #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp imagines #johnny depp #fake instagram #social media au #instagram au #social media imagines #fake social media

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sunset-curve-fantom · 2 years

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johnny depp…. that’s it. that’s the post❤️

#johnny depp imagines #johnny depp #jack sparrow smut #jack sparrow #pirates #pirates of the carribean at worlds end #pirate of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean: dead men tell no tales #pirates of the carribean matchup #fuck amber heard #amber turd #johnny depp vs amber heard

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imaginesforjohnnydepp · 2 years

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Johnny as a grandpa hcs

When you told him that he was going to be a grandpa, it was the second happiest day of his life (the first being the day you were born)

The first time he laid eyes on his grandchild was in the hospital after they were born

They were so tiny. “Just like you when you were born”

Johnny would be so gentle with them, he’d hold the baby while you (and/or partner) rested up

Yes, your child has another set of grandparents, but they’re not as cool as your dad

They have a special bond right from the start

As your child gets older, they go on more adventures

Your dad teaches them how to play instruments

Johnny is always volunteering to watch them if you and/or partner have to work or run errands

Weekend sleepovers (who else used to spend the weekend at their grandparents’ house?)

For some reason I have the feeling that Johnny cannot cook dinner from scratch so they’d order pizza or whatever for dinner but he’d make breakfast for the two of them, simple things like scrambled or fried eggs, toast. Maybe toaster waffles or microvable and box mix pancakes

Saturday activities would include watching morning cartoons while they eat breakfast. Johnny would proceed to get them ready for the day. They might grab lunch while they’re out.

By this point the kid is tired and is ready for a nap. They go home and fall asleep. If at some point Johnny wakes up before them, he’ll get started on dinner (this kid HAS to eat a vegetable, and HIS will ask if the kid had anything healthy)

They have store bought rotisserie chicken, box mac and cheese and broccoli

Johnny gets his grandchild’s stuff packed and ready to go for their parent to pick them up in the morning

Yes, he had a great weekend, but he’s also ready for THEE fattest nap of his life while he prepares to do it again next week

That man is in bed by 8PM

When it comes to gift giving, Johnny is the king

Your partner’s parents would give your child give them things like clothing and gift cards

And honestly, what are they gonna do with a gift card?

Shows up to all the school talent shows, recitals in the front row

Keeps their artwork on his fridge (sorry to say that yours have been moved to the attic or basement to make space)

If he’s away filming or whatever, he’ll call every week he’s away and come back with presents

He loves that kid so much and would do anything for them

#johnny depp x reader #johnny depp imagines

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babyspiderling · 2 years

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Love Undercover Three

“Tony, what should I do? I can’t exactly press charges since I’m undercover and not the age he thinks me to be. And it’s not like I have evidence.” My brother shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. “Write about it. Add it to your story. Go to school after your little day of skipping and wear a wire. Say you want to talk to him, ask him what he means explicitly, record him. Take it to the cops. Now tell me again about this whole Tom thing.” I huff and rake a hand over my head. “He looked exactly like McQuaid. But that would mean he’s a cop. And what undercover cop uses their real first name? That just doesn’t sound smart.” He shrugs. “Wait, that makes sense! He’s all soft and shit with me, like a regular guy, but he’s supposed to be into drugs and this crazy kid with a lengthy record. A guy like McQuaid wouldn’t be soft with me. He wouldn’t even associate with me! Of course the high school I get sent to has predators and undercover cops! This is going to actually work out in my favor. I gotta get to writing! Better get a story before it’s out there for everyone. Thanks Tony. Love you!” I practically sprint to my word processor. I hear him let himself out and I get started on my story.

“This part about cops in high schools is good. I’ll put the one about the teacher out once you’ve gotten evidence and such. When you finish it, I’ll publish it before I put out the one about the cops. I don’t want to get in the way of an investigation. More stories like this and you’ll be a shoe in for head reporter.” I nod, grabbing my bag on the way out to get to class after skipping the day before.

“Sweets, I didn’t see you yesterday! You good?” I nod a little, gathering my courage. “I’m fine. You free tonight? You’re not stuck helping Harry again are you?” His eyes widen a bit, his face caught for a split second until he corrects. “That’s what you said your dad's name was right? Harry?” He relaxes a bit, his arm throwing over me. “Oh yeah. Good memory sweets. But no, I’m not stuck with dear old pops tonight.” I smile, triumphant. “Want to come over after school until we have to leave?” He nods, popping his gum.

“Mr. Devo, I wanted to talk about what you talked about the other day?” He nods and shuts the door behind him. “Tell me, Miss Liebman, have you made the right decision?” I swallow, playing the part of the meek innocent little girl. “Well, I just had some questions. What would our deal entail? What would you have me do? I read the book you mentioned, and I’m afraid I’m still a little confused.” He nods, cradling my face in his hand. “My dear, I want to teach you more than History. I want to teach you how to love a man. If you learn from someone else, they’ll hurt you. Such a delicate little flower. I want you to give yourself to me, let me teach you about yourself.” I swallow once again. “This changes things then. This is another level I need to consider.” He rolls his eyes, impatient. “Beauty doesn’t last forever. I have others that need to learn as well Y/N. Much more hesitation and I will have to move to the next pupil in need of my teaching. One who will not hesitate against my requests.” I feel the weight of my plans possible failing fall heavy on my shoulders. “No, don’t find someone else. I’ll have an answer by tomorrow.” I gather my things and head out.

Unsurprisingly, Tom, the caring and sweet boy he is, towards me at least, waits for me outside the classroom. We finish our day and I wait for him at my locker.

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ozzgin · 6 months

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Yandere! Edward Scissorhands x Reader

On her quest to make at least one sale for the day, Avon lady Peg cautiously steps into the eerie mansion of a known inventor. She soon learns that it has long been devoid of life, with the exception of Edward, a synthetic human creation left unfinished. She returns to the bright suburbs accompanied by the poor young man, earning the curious stares of the bystanders. Among the colorful houses, however, Edward spots a gloomy dwelling that the neighbors seem to avoid. Who is the mysterious occupant?

Winner of the Halloween Poll! A short gothic romance in the style of Tim Burton, where two outsiders find solace in each other.

[Horror Masterlist]

The light yellow car slows down as it reaches the driveway and the engine stops. Peg makes her way out and hurries over to the passenger side, keys dangling between her fingers. She helps Edward out once she sees him awkwardly shuffling in the seat, unsure of his next step.

"You'll love it here. I just know it."

The woman hastily closes the door behind the tall, peculiar visitor. She places a gentle hand on his back and guides him down the asphalted path.

Edward's gaze briefly wanders further into the street. The houses are slithering along neatly, their vivid colors somewhat tiring to his unaccustomed eyes. Yet one of them sticks out. Strangely enough, it reminds him of home. A rusty iron fence surrounds the property, and patches of lush, unkempt vegetation creep through the bars. The walls are dark and crooked and the black tiled roof casts a shadow over the entire abode.

"Who lives there?" The question escapes his lips almost unconsciously.

Peg follows his gaze, eager to introduce the area to him. Once she settles on the source of his inquiry, her smile falters for a second.

"Oh, my. That's, well..." she lets out a forced laugh and encourages him to continue walking. "I'm glad you're already so curious, Edward dear. You'll get to know everyone soon, don't worry about it."

One more push and the guest has securely entered the house. As she prepares to twist the knob into a lock, she peeks out for the last time, surveying the surroundings with mild worry. A neighbor is walking their dog, whistling in the distance. As they approach the mysterious building, the animal begins to bark and the owner scurries to the other side of the street.

"He's so...strange!" one housewife exclaims, sipping on her lemonade.

Joyce is biting the temple tips of her sunglasses as she carefully inspects the dark haired man, currently using his sharp, spear fingers as barbecue skewers. She's batting her long eyelashes, entranced. She does like her men on the enigmatic side. In fact, she might just have a word with him. She folds the sunglasses and hangs them by the collar of her low-cut blouse. Of course, she doesn't forget her famous ambrosia salad as she departs from the rest of the fidgeting women.

"Ed, darling. You must try out my signature dish!" she daintily holds up a spoon and attempts to feed the pale newcomer.

He cautiously opens his mouth, unsure of how else to respond to the gesture. He tries to find Peg within the crowd, hoping she'll give him a new task away from this uncomfortably touchy person. And as luck would have it, his savior has come to the rescue. Peg doesn't hesitate to pull Edward away, cheerfully mumbling a domestic excuse.

Once freed from the shackles of awkward social interactions, the man tiptoes his way out of the yard and down the street. He doesn't like the constant murmur of people talking. He doesn't understand the jokes, the loud laughs, the complicit slaps on the back. He feels as if he's on the other side of a glass window, separated from an audience demanding cooperation despite him only being able to discern muffled, discontinued meaning.

None of this was mentioned in the Etiquette book. Or perhaps it has always been there, and the Inventor never got to the specific chapter. Died lamentably before he could explain how one navigates neighborhood BBQ parties.

Edward's step is clumsy and he doesn't have a particular direction in mind. In his scattered daze he nearly trips over something and turns around apologetically. You're sitting on the ground, resting against the fence. The book you were reading is now thrown aside, as you're too busy massaging the ankle that just got kicked by the sudden intruder. You look up, ready to scold the responsible airhead, but your eyes stop on an eccentric feature that catches your attention.

"What happened to your hands?"

You're a little embarrassed by your unexpected, tactless curiosity. The man seems entirely unfazed, however.

"They weren't finished. I'm incomplete."

"Hmm. Isn't everyone?"

Edward considers the question and recalls the people he's met so far. Peg and her husband. Joyce. The children.

"But they don't look unfinished. They have all the body parts."

You chuckle slightly at the literal observation.

"Well, you can't check them on the inside, can you? Most people have missing parts. Or broken ones."

"Where would you get it fixed, then?" Edward is startled by this new discovery.

"You learn to fix it yourself. Otherwise it just stays like that, maybe forever."

He lifts his hands and stares at them. Is he going to be like this forever, too? He hasn't pondered the concept of time much before Peg had found him. Yet now, 'forever' feels unsettling.

"Do your hands bother you that much?"

Edward doesn't know how to reply. He wishes he could resemble everyone else, that much is true. Then people wouldn't stare. And they wouldn't be afraid. As he mulls over the right words, he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings. It's the house he noticed earlier, when he first arrived here. Which means...

He examines the person before him. They, too, look complete. So why?

"Why does everyone avoid this place?" He remembers the gathering he just left. "You weren't at the neighborhood party either. I thought all neighbors will show up."

"I was never invited."

"Why?"

You shrug.

"You're also not currently attending, are you? Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"I took a break. It's too loud. Can I sit here?"

Before you can answer, he drops himself next to you with a thud. His fingers swish together as he adjusts his posture.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. What is your name? I'm Edward."

"Uhh... (Y/N)." You mutter, taken aback by his direct approach. What an odd fellow, you think to yourself.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)." As he scans your features again, he feels compelled to add, "You look rather pretty."

A faint blush takes over your face and you twirl your hair in an attempt to hide it. Is he mocking you? You genuinely can't read his intentions.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Edward. I think the hands add to your charm." You eventually find the confidence to blurt it out, quickly following up with a laugh.

His heart tightens and he almost forgets about his hazardous extremities, having to stop himself from touching his now throbbing chest. He's never malfunctioned before. It doesn't feel like anything is wrong, either. Your comment, for some reason, made him very happy.

(Y/N). Looking back to everything that happened, he's glad. Maybe he should thank Joyce next time he sees her. He wouldn't have met you otherwise.

As the sun begins to set, you remind Edward that it's impolite to leave a party for too long. He protests, stating he prefers your company. As flattered as you are, you rephrase it as Peg being worried about his sudden disappearance and he feels bad enough to agree on his early retirement. On the condition he can hang out with you again. Once you guarantee a reunion, he makes his way back home.

As he lays on Kim's bizarrely fluid mattress, tucked into the layered pastel sheets, Edward is overwhelmed by a strange, unfamiliar warmth. A wide, childish smile is plastered on his face and won't go away. Each time he closes his eyes to fall asleep, he pictures the encounter. (Y/N). It's a nice name, isn't it? He finds it particularly charming. He whispers it out loud in the dark room, as if making sure it's real. Reminding himself you're real.

He can't properly explain it. It's the same thick window that stands between him and the world, but you're next to him. An outsider. A rejection. The idea that someone else out there shares his struggle has cleansed him of any longing for acceptance. Why bother with a sea of foreign, smudged faces? Peg becomes Joyce, and Joyce fades into Marge, and they all become a generic crowd of smiling pleasantries. It's a funny thing, being among humans. Once he left his old mansion behind, he realized how truly alone he had been. Still, being surrounded by people he could not comprehend made him feel even more lonely. That is the tragedy; sitting at the grand table, empty handed, unseen, unheard. Misunderstood. No one's fault, really. It just happens. But every now and then, if fate so allows, one might just find another starved attendant. With the same glint in their eyes, of someone not belonging.

Oh, he can't wait to see you again.

It's unusually noisy outside for a late evening and you can't help but glance out the window. That's when you notice the roaring crowd, trampling in a hysterical march of unknown purpose. You have a bad feeling about it. The horned moon leers down at you like a bad omen and you quickly throw a jacket on, sprinting into the street.

"What's this all about?" you shyly ask the nearest group.

"Witch!" Esmeralda scowls at you with a pointing finger.

Peg notices the commotion and runs towards you, completely disregarding the prophetic warnings of the woman.

"Oh, (Y/N). It's Edward. They..." she sighs, frustrated. "I know I don't have the right to ask you this, but you're his friend. Could you please make sure he's alright?" Her voice is pleading and regretful.

You nod without saying anything else. Before you turn to leave, you swiftly gesture to Esmeralda, raising your index fingers up and mimicking a devilish look. She gasps and throws her hands together in prayer.

It had to be done.

Meanwhile, Edward has reached his old mansion and just now stopped in the entrance hall, panting anxiously. He feels nauseous and helpless. It's not that he's being chased by the enraged members of the neighborhood that alarms him. He cannot stand the possibility of not being in your presence ever again. How frightful, how agonizing! He claws at a nearby column in turmoil.

It can't be, it won't happen. He'll tear his way through the masses if he has to. Oh, what a terrible thought. His Inventor would roll in the grave if he knew the violent ruminations that plague him right now. But if he has no other choice...Would he go as far as taking someone's life if it was for your sake? Well, technically speaking, his sake, really. He wants to see you. He needs to.

Panic slowly creeps through his body. The thoughts are piling up in an erratic hum and he can't find his focus again. He paces back and forth, attempting to recollect himself, but there's an urgency that drowns him in cold sweat.

"Edward?"

The ringing stops. A switch has been flipped and he snaps his head in the direction of the voice. It's you. Completely spellbound, he extends his hand to touch your face, verifying whether you might be an illusion of his feverish desires instead. The blade pierces your skin, leaving a bright red trail behind.

"I'm so sorry-" he cries out, realizing his act.

You softly lower his hand with a reassuring smile.

"It's just a small cut. Don't worry about it. I think we have more important matters at hand, won't you agree?" you joke as you nudge your head towards the window.

"I spoke to the police officer on the way here, so we shouldn't have any surprise guests."

You remove your jacket and throw it over some dusty furniture before climbing up the stairs. Halfway through you briefly stop and urge Edward to join you. He simply nods.

When the issue is settled and everything has been said and done, will you return to your miserable exile? Won't the neighbors become suspicious if you're frequently seen sneaking up the hill? Perhaps even the utmost secrecy won't prolong the visits much.

And then what?

As he considers the potential scenarios, he becomes increasingly impatient. The joy of your return has been tainted by the impending doom of abandonment. He wishes you'd just stay with him here, forever.

Once the conclusion has been reached, he lets out a quiet apology. Maybe to you, maybe to the beloved Inventor, maybe even to himself. He inserts a finger into the entrance lock and silently twists it.

You must forgive him. Or at least try to understand him. He just loves you too much, (Y/N). Is it truly such a hideous crime? To want to keep you safe? If so, he will live with the guilt. But not without you.

You're home.

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A Promise - Jack Sparrow

word count: 1071

summary: Jack makes the promise to never let you go again

Jack Sparrow x Reader

authors note: I’ve only just started getting into writing again so it could be a little hit and miss but hope you enjoy it anyway 💕

It's been months since you last seen Jack. You both were an inseparable force when together; two parts of a puzzle that just clicked together. Well.. that's what you thought until he got himself captured, taking the blame for your apparent disappearance. You weren't the woman they were looking for, you just happened to have similar features but they were losing hope and needed someone to blame - so Jack stepped up.

The more time that passed, the more you lost hope of ever seeing him again. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months and no one had heard a single thing from him. You worried, of course you did, he was only human. But if there was one thing you knew about Jack, it was that he could always get himself out of trouble no matter what it was. But your lack of hope didn't last as a familiar figure stumbled towards you, almost in a drunken state but he also looked completely sober. But it couldn't be, could it?

You squinted your eyes, looking into the distance to try and see the figure more clearly; it looked all too familiar but you weren't about to get your hopes up. Your heartbeat raced with every step he took, getting closer to you. It was indeed Jack, though his face was scratched and bruised quite badly. He stood there with waiting arms wide open, ready to welcome you into them - this was new. "I finally did it.. I came for you." And without a second thought, you sprinted into his waiting arms, burying your face into his chest, relishing in the feeling of being held in his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you tight, his exhaustion washing away almost immediately and was soon replaced with relief. He squeezed you tight and sighed deeply - he couldn't believe this either. "I thought I'd never see you again.." he mumbled, burying his face into your hair; it smelled of salt water and sea air.. home. He sighed once more. "I never want to let you go.. I'm never letting you go."

You pull away to take a closer look at his face, reaching a hand up and tracing your fingers gently over his cuts and bruises. "What did they do to you?" You asks in a whisper, mostly to yourself, but Jack heard nonetheless.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied dismissively. He took your hand that was cradling his face and kept a hold of it, bringing it to his chest as he closed the distance between the pair of you again. "These?" He references his bruises, "they're nothing compared to what was going through my head about you." He sighed deeply, his grip tightening on you as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. "I couldn't get you off my mind.. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"You're hurt though," you swallow back a sob. "They hurt you."

"I'm okay really-" he started but saw your worried look and stopped. You were always like that; always caring for him. Always worried for him. Always his weakness.

He leaned his head down to press his forehead against yours. "I survived, and I'm okay."

"Surviving doesn't mean that you're okay though, does it?" Tears still gathered in your eyes as you took in the sight of him.

You always understood him so well. Maybe even better than he knew himself. "No, you're right," he mumbled, pulling you closer. "But.. I would survive anything for you." Jack buried his face into your neck, taking in your scent after such a long time apart, his hands rubbing your back gently, trying to give you some sort of comfort.

"You're so stupid, do you know that?" You speak up and break the silence.

A smirk instantly spreads on his face. "Stupid enough to come back for you." He turned his head so that you were facing each other; your eyes locked and his smirk turns into a playful smile. The Jack you knew was slowly coming back to you.

You shake your head with a laugh; everything felt so natural when you were around him that it almost didn't feel real. But it was. And he was here, in front of you, the both of you finally together again.

He leaned forward so that your noses were almost touching. You're laugh made him feel lighter; happier. Everything about you made his heart skip a beat. He slowly reached his hand up to your face, brushing your cheeks with his thumb. "I missed you."

“I missed you too Jack.” She spoke sincerely. “I assume you’ll be wanting the pearl back.”

He stayed glued to the same spot, his eyes never once leaving yours, his hand still firmly placed on your cheek. “Ah yes, the Pearl.” But in truth, he was in no hurry, this moment with you was already more than enough. “And you.”

“Well obviously.” You teased with a wide smile.

“Oh obviously, but I’m not talking about the ship.” He leaned his face closer until his lips hovered right above your own. “I’m talking about you. I missed you..” he whispered, finally pressing his lips to yours. “I want you.”

“And I’m pretty sure if I mentioned that there was rum on the ship, you’d want that too?” You smirk. He couldn’t help but laugh and met himself smile.

“Of course not, as long as I’m accompanied by you,” he replied, his hand moving down your back and his fingers wrapping your waist. “You got me hooked..”

“Like an anchor in the sand.” You finished with a proud smile, beaming up at him.

“An anchor for me to keep me grounded,” he mumbled back with a smirk; his hand moving up your back to the nape of your neck, brushing his fingers through your hair as he leaned closer, your faces now almost pressed together.

“I won’t let you go,” he whispered, his forehead touching yours as he held you impossibly closer. “Never again.”

And that was a promise he planned to keep.

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fuck-i-burnt-the-tea · 2 months

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𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒑 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Scenario: He hate fucks you after an argument

Warnings: rough sex, p in v sex, creampie, choking, degrading, make up sex, a bit of arguing in the beginning, reader is referred to as 'you' and is mentioned to be wearing a skirt, little bit of angst and fluff towards the end!

A/N: My ovaries are trembling, you're welcome. No context for the argument, you're also welcome ☺‼️ Since this is something rougher, I did include aftercare because it's so so SO important after sexual activities

"If you don't want me, I'll just find someone who does!" You yelled, getting close to him. You two were arguing in the living room, you don't even remember about what, but now Johnny was threatening to break up with you.

His chest grew tight at this. His eyes were locked on yours, a jealous twinkle reflected in them. "He won't be me though" He spoke like it was a threat, narrowing his eyes at you.

You decided to keep taunting him, "Jealous?" You asked with a smirk on your face.

He hated that you knew his weaknesses, hated that you knew you were his biggest weakness. "Shut up."

"Make me." You challenged, keeping that stupid smirk on your face

Something in him just broke, wanting to put you in your place. Within seconds it seemed, he had grabbed you by the waist, pushing you down onto the couch. Gently enough that he didn't hurt you, but rough enough for you to know he wasn't playing. "Don't play that game with me, princess." He warned, his voice deeper, but there was a clear edge of anger and jealousy to it.

"What game? If you let me go, I'm free to sleep with whoever I want." You were bluffing, but he didn't need to know that.

He gritted his teeth, this was getting under his skin now. "You wouldn't." He said, his voice was deep with a slight bit of rasp to it. It was clear he intended to keep you all for himself.

"Would I?" You continued to challenge him, hoping to break him, let his primal urges take over

"Better fucking not" He replied, letting his eyes linger over your body, before letting his hand move up your thigh, under your skirt, his hand stopping just short of your aching heat

You couldn't help but feel your pussy flutter around nothing at his touch. You were in such a vulnerable position, being under him with your legs slightly spread, it made your breathing turn heavy. "And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?" You teased, looking up at him with an innocent look on your face, even though nothing about this situation was innocent

"Gonna fuck that thought out of your pretty little head until you understand that I'm the only one who can have you," He warned, yanking your panties off. Two fingers rubbing against your wet cunt before pushing inside, making you gasp and arch your back at the intrusion, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as he worked his fingers against your g-spot. "The only one who could fucking touch you like this, could make you feel this good."

It didn't take long before his pants and boxers were discarded, and he pulled his fingers out of you. Your shirt pushed up by him as he unclipped your bra, setting your tits free. He rubbed the mushroom tip of his hard, leaking cock against your wet folds, before pushing it inside you while rubbing your clit. He barely gave you a chance to get used to his size before he was fucking into you roughly, your tits bouncing with each harsh slam of his hips.

You couldn't help the sounds that escaped your lips, moans and desperate pleas of "Don't stop, fuck, please, feels so good"

Everytime the tip of his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside you, you could swear you were seeing stars, but then he wrapped his dominate hand around your throat, his other hand on your waist, and gave it a small squeeze. God, it made your brain feel so fuzzy, like you were seconds away from falling off the edge.

"Would any other guy fuck you this good? Fuck you like the dumb slut you are? Fucking like that, huh?" He spoke, his words low.

He was so pussy drunk on you, on the way your cunt squeezed his cock, dirty nonsense just kept spilling from his mouth. "This what you wanted? Wanted me to fucking ravage you, make it so you can't walk tomorrow?" He said through pants and low groans, the sound of his hips slapping against you filling the room. He was so close, so fucking close.

He took his hand off your waist, still keeping the one on your throat there, and moving his thumb over your clit, desperately rubbing the sensitive bud, "Need you to cum with me, baby, cum while I fill you up" He wasn't asking, he was commanding.

The pleasure off all his actions were quickly building up, the fuzzy feeling in your head from his hand around your throat, his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit, and the rough thrusts of his cock inside you, it was all too much, the coil of pleasure in your stomach threatening to snap. "I'm so close... Johnny, 'm gonna cum" You cried, the pleasure overwhelming you

"Cum for me, princess" He demanded, and that's all it took for blinding pleasure to wash over you as you screamed his name, you could've swore your vision blacked out for a second. It took a few more sloppy thrusts before he pushed himself in deeply one last time, his sperm painting your walls.

You both were panting heavily, as he removed his hand from around your throat, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. "Was that okay, baby? Does it hurt anywhere?" He asked as he pulled his softening cock out of you.

You shook your head in reply, looking up at him. He just needed that little conformation that you weren't hurting before he cleaned you up. "Okay, I'm gonna get a warm washcloth to clean you up, stay here." He said with a smile before quickly leaving, coming back a minute later.

As he was cleaning you up, you spoke softly, "I'm sorry for what I said, I don't want anyone else, I just wanted to get a reaction out of you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead "I know, baby. I'm sorry too, I don't want to break up" He whispered, before planting another kiss against your lips. "I love you, more than anything."

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the carribean

word count: 2716

request?: yes!

@lazuli-leenabride

“Yay! Could you do Jack Sparrow with a water Nymph?

Maybe where his crew found them and thought they were a mermaid at first?

Please and thank you!! 🦋🦋💘”

description: in which they save a creature of the sea, and their captain takes interest in her

pairing: captain jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Captain Jack Sparrow was not the type to ignore cries for help. Especially not when the cries sounded like they were coming from a woman in distress.

It was an otherwise calm day as sea when shrieks of fear broke through the otherwise silent sea. Jack quickly rushed to the bow with his telescope in hand. In the distance, he could see another ship sailing away from them while a figure that looked like a woman was thrashing in the water, what looked like a net wrapped around her making it hard for her to stay afloat.

“Prepare a rescue, men!” Jack announced. “We have a potential distressed captive dead ahead!”

His men quickly rushed to the side of the ship as they approached the still thrashing figure. One of them threw a rope into the water as they got closer and it landed just next to the distressed woman. She didn’t hesitate to reach out one of her arms - which the ship came to realize was partly bound to her - the best she could and hold on tightly as they began to raise her onto the ship.

Her entire body was bound and a net was thrown over her, now clinging to her as they pulled her in and laid her out on the deck. She was shivering and she had a fearful look in her eyes as she took in the crew of pirates standing around her.

Jack pushed to the front of the crowd to take a look at the woman. Through her bindings, he realized she was naked. He turned to Gibbs and commanded, “Get her something to cover up while we cut her free.”

“Jack,” Gibbs said, “she’s...she’s not human.”

When Jack looked back at the woman, he saw that Gibbs was right. Although the top half of her body was human, the bottom half seemed to be slowly turning from a tail to human legs. This woman was a creature of the sea - potentially a mermaid, which was one of the most dangerous thing a sailor could come across in the entire world.

But she was also scared. She was also tied up and thrown overboard. For what, Jack had no idea. It didn’t seem overly smart to try and drown her since she could breathe under water, but maybe having her tied up so that she couldn’t swim and instead would sink to the bottom and risk being attacked by other sea creatures.

Whether or not she was a mermaid was currently irrelevant. Right now what matter was helping her.

“Get her something to cove up,” Jack repeated. “Find her somewhere to stay that is away from the others.”

Gibbs seemed reluctant, but he did as Jack said. None of his other crewmates would dare to approach the woman, so Jack was the one who had to step up and set her free. When he took a step forward, she whimpered and tried to move away from him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jack assured her. “I’m going to get these bindings off of you. My first mate is getting clothes for you and finding a place for you to stay. But first, I have to cut this stuff off of you, okay?”

She looked at him with wide eyes, like she didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but eventually nodded anyways. Whatever he could do to her couldn’t be any worse than what the other ship had done.

Jack produced a knife from his belt and worked at the net first. She was so tangled in it that there was no way he could just pull her free without harming her. He cut away at the net until it fell around her. Next, he started cutting at the ropes that bound her arms to her body, and that bound her now formed human legs together. The rope left behind terrible rope burn that felt like a fire was set around the areas of her body that it had been tied. She wished to leap back into the water to try and cool the burn, but she was still so exhausted and in so much pain that she knew she needed rest for the night.

Jack positioned himself so that his men couldn’t take in the sight of the naked woman in front of them. He found it a struggle not to glance down at her body, so close to his, but he did his best as he waited for Gibbs to return.

“Who took you before?” he asked her in a hushed voice. “Who threw you into the sea like this?”

She just looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see she was still afraid. There was no use in pushing her for details now, especially when they were so fresh in her mind. Eventually she would speak, or maybe she wouldn’t and she would just wish to be released back into the water once she was rested. Either way, Jack wasn’t going to push the topic if she wasn’t willing to speak.

Gibbs finally returned with a blanket to wrap around her. He told Jack he had a private area prepared for the woman to stay in along with clothes for her to change into when she was alone. He still looked skeptical of Jack’s decision, but he kept that to himself.

Jack wrapped the woman in the blanket and helped her to her feet. She was hesitant to follow him at first, but eventually gave in and allowed the pirate captain to show her to her room.

“May I ask your name?” he asked her once they had arrived.

In a soft voice she responded, “(Y/N).”

He nodded. “Welcome aboard then, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~

The crew were abuzz the entire night about their passenger. None of them would bring the issue up with Jack directly, not wanting to go against the orders of their captain.

Gibbs, however, had no problem bringing the crew’s issue to Jack.

“They don’t trust that woman,” he was saying to Jack. “They’re afraid she has put some sort of spell on you with her mermaid powers. They think she’s going to make you do something stupid like give her the ship.”

“Gibbs, have I ever done something stupid for the sake of a woman?”

Gibbs gave Jack a look and opened his mouth to respond, but Jack held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t answer that. I understand everyone’s concern, but I truly do not believe that woman is a mermaid. Mermaids usually use their powers to entrance any many around them. If she was truly a mermaid, then she would have all of us under her spell, not just me.”

“Then how do you explain the tail?”

Jack shrugged. “A bad cause of scabbies, maybe.”

“Jack,” Gibbs sighed. “I can’t talk you out of something once your mind is set to it, and I know that, but I want you to truly think about this. That other ship may have tossed her over because she tried to entice them as well and they realized before it was too late. What if she tries to do the same to us?”

“Then you can rub it in my face that you were right. But until then, I want you to respect my decision and do as I say. And that goes for the entire crew. You got that?”

Gibbs nodded. Jack waved a hand to dismiss him and turned to the closed door to the room that held their visitor. He approached the door, intending to go in to check on the woman, but stopped short and instead, deciding to knock.

There was a moment of silence before a timid voice asked, “Who is there?”

“It’s the captain, Jack,” he said. “May I come in?”

Another moment of silence, broken by the sound of the lock on the door being pulled back. When the door didn’t open, Jack let himself in.

She was sat on the bed, now clothed. She had herself curled up as far away from Jack as she could get. He could see she was still trembling, but he knew this was from fear now as opposed to from the cold.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he said. “See how you were feeling.”

“I appreciate the private room, and the clothes that you have provided for me,” she responded. She wouldn’t look at him, opting instead to study the wall in front of her. “Once I regain my strength, I will be going.”

“If that’s what you wish, we shall leave you on whatever island you desire to go.”

She shook her head. “I can swim.”

“I should rather think you wouldn’t want to go back into the water after an attempted drowning.”

“You know I am not human,” she said. “I saw the way your crew looked at me. I saw my own tail when you pulled me on board. You must know that I will be more than fine to be released back into the water.”

Jack nodded. “Whatever you wish, (Y/N).”

When it became evident that she was not going to speak anymore, Jack turned to the door to leave. He had his hand on the doorknob when suddenly she shot up from the bed, reaching out to stop him from leaving. Her hand met his and he felt the ice cold feeling of her skin. She jumped away just as quickly as she touched him, almost as if a switch were flipped inside her.

“I want your word that you will let me go,” she said. Her voice was still low, but there was more force behind it now.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would you trust the word of a pirate?”

“I don’t. I don’t trust the word of any man, actually. But I want to hear you say you will let me go so I can determine whether or not you are lying.”

Jack turned to fully face her. She almost shrunk away from him, but found her courage and stood up tall. Jack could still see the fear in her eyes when she looked at him, but he could also see that it was starting to melt away. She was becoming more confident, more courageous. Maybe not comfortable, but he doubted any woman, sea creature or not, would feel comfortable in the presence of a pirate captain.

“I, Captain Jack Sparrow, give you my word that when you wish to leave this ship, we will let you leave without a fight,” he told her.

“You will not harm me?” she asked.

“We will not harm you,” he confirmed.

She studied his face for a moment before turning away. “You seem honest.”

“What did the men on that other ship do to you?”

She tensed. “They wished to kill me. They tied me up so that I wouldn’t be able to free myself from the net or to swim away, and they threw me in with an anchored net so that I would sink to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Lucky for you they didn’t know you weren’t human.”

No response. (Y/N) climbed back onto her bed. She wouldn’t meet his eye again, but this time she looked down at her lap.

“They knew,” she whispered.

Jack sat at the foot of her bed. He made sure to keep a distance between them as to not startle her further. It seemed he was starting to earn her trust if she was willing to tell him even the slightest details of what the men on the other ship had tried to do to her.

“What are you?” he asked. “My men think you are a mermaid, but I think otherwise.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Why do you think that?”

“I have encountered mermaids before. If one was on our ship, she would not let the men fear her. You would have enchanted everyone on this ship to worship you the moment we saved you.”

(Y/N) made a face of disgust. “Those retched creatures have ruined us. They have left a horrid reputation for us Naiads who just wish to protect the water and all its creatures, and do not wish to engage with humans.”

“Naiads?”

“A water nymph,” (Y/N) explained. “That’s what I am. I do not wish to cause harm to humans, just to care for the creatures who live in water. We don’t even live in the ocean the way that mermaids do. We prefer bodies of fresh water, like rivers and streams. That’s how those men found me. I was in my home pond in the woods when those men came trampling through. They saw me there, just watching them peacefully, and they grabbed me. They though that I was a mermaid, and apparently one of their men had been killed by a mermaid. They wanted revenge.”

Something about the hurt and afraid expression on her face angered Jack. He hoped they would come across the terrible men who had hurt (Y/N) so he could take care of them himself.

“Did they harm you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “They wanted me to suffer. They locked me in a tiny cage with no food for days, they’d give me water occasionally but only by pouring it on me so that my tail would come out and they could jab at it. And then they tied me up and tossed me into the ocean hoping I would sink or be eaten. I’m lucky you and your crew were sailing the same waters, otherwise I may not be here now.”

“I’m glad we saved you.”

When (Y/N) looked up to meet his eye, Jack could’ve been convinced that she truly was a mermaid, because just looking into her eyes took his breath away. He was willing to go to the ends of the Earth to protect her if that’s what she wanted.

But then he realized it wasn’t that she was using some sort of power on him to make him feel this way. It was that he was finally seeing the real (Y/N). The one who wasn’t afraid of him, but the one who trusted him enough to confide her true identity to him. The one who felt enough trust that she was letting her walls down, and now that they were down he could finally see her true beauty.

“Do you still wish to leave so soon?” he found himself asking.

(Y/N) was studying his face again before shaking her head. “No. I feel safer here than I do in the water right now. Not while those bastards are still out there.”

“Whenever you are ready to go back to the water, we will take you somewhere secluded enough that you won’t have to worry about them. And we’ll be sure to protect the area, and you, whenever we are around.”

“But how will you remember where you have left me if it is as secluded as you promise?”

“Oh, I’ll remember.”

(Y/N) seemed to understand what he was inferring. She smiled at him; a small, beautiful smile that almost took Jack’s breath away. He couldn’t help but smile back at her.

Their moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of (Y/N)’s stomach growling. They looked at each other for a moment before beginning to laugh.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked. “We don’t exactly have fine dining on board, but we have enough food to feed a new passenger for a while.”

“I’ll take anything. I’m starving,” she responded.

Jack stood again and started for the door. “Alright, I’ll be back with something in just a moment.”

“Bring something for yourself, too,” she told him. “Perhaps we can eat together.”

Jack nodded, a smile tugging at his lips again. When he left, he didn’t close the door behind him so that (Y/N) knew that he truly was not trying to lock her away the way her captors had. He was merely giving her the option of privacy if she so desired.

And when he returned, the door was open, a welcoming gesture of her inviting him back into her room.

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myveryownfanfiction · 6 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, mention of blood, mention of murder

I waited for the thud before opening the door and slipping in. Sweeney looked up when the door closed. He smirked at me before sending the body down into the kitchens.

“one down one to go.” He said off handedly. I smiled at him as I walked over, grabbing his jacket on my way over. “The judge will be here soon. Once he realizes that the beadle won’t return.” I nodded.

“And honestly the man is beyond clueless without the beadle. Quite stupid for a judge if we’re being honest.” I responded. Holding out the jacket, I helped Sweeney put it on and this cover up the blood stain that covered his sleeve. “When do you want me to get Johanna?” Sweeney turned around and cupped my chin.

“after the judge is dead. Bring her back here.” He said, eyes roaming my face. I nodded as much as I could. “Perhaps we should take out mrs. Lovett and Toby first. Antony will also be looking for her.”

“we do away with the others. Then we send word to Antony that Johanna is here. All done up nice and pretty like.” I confirmed. Sweeney nodded before leaning in to kiss me. His grip on my chin tightened.

“and then the four of us can leave.” He whispered as he pulled away. “Go to America. Start over.” I nodded.

“sounds like a plan mr. Todd.” I smiled at him and he smiled back.

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enfantlunaire · 7 months

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𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄, making love with Johnny and feeling loved for the first time.

「 english isn’t my mother tongue, do not hesitate to leave a comment if you see some mistakes, thx! 」

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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒔

hello! here is the thing I was cooking up, I had this fic idea when I heard the song, and I thank @catt-leya for helping me, and @royalsweetteaa for basically encouraging me. I hope you all enjoy.

summary - you come home and find your boyfriend in bed with your best friend, how do you react?

warning - cheating, thoughts of death and killing, choking, discussion about sexual acts, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Your heels click against the wood of your porch, and your hand digs through your bag as you try to find your house key. It had been a whirlwind the last few years after that woman had found the man known as Edward in the house above the hill, and everyone was going crazy over his hands being scissors. You two became close. Even your best friend Kim had pushed for you to pursue those feelings, feigning happiness when Edward accepted your proposal to be your boyfriend.

You two had been living happily ever since, and you were excited to get inside to see him. He always seemed to brighten your day, something no one else had ever been able to do. You unlocked the door and stepped into your house, furrowing your brows slightly when Edward didn’t immediately greet you like he usually does, but maybe he was caught up in something. You hang your bag up, noticing that the heater isn’t on, so you keep your coat on. You sigh and head toward your bedroom, wanting to be in Edward’s arms, maybe even take a hot bubble bath with him.

“Hey, baby. I missed y–” You stop when you enter the room, your mouth falling open, and a fire stirs behind your eyes. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company.” There he was, your boyfriend lying there with nothing on but a goofy smile and a platinum blonde, also known as your best friend, Kim. Your nostrils flare, and you glare. “I can’t believe you’d do this on our bed.”

Edward tries to find words. “I–I didn’t… S–she told me this was okay?” Beforehand you would’ve thought his stuttering was cute, the way he seemed so innocent and kind. He looks between you and Kim, covering his body with the sheets, and your eyes notice how ruined they are from his scissors.

Kim smirks, looking at you with the fakest innocent look ever. “Oops, I guess I did.” She shrugs as if she didn’t just fuck your boyfriend for no reason.

Your hand twitched, eyes looking over to the drawer that holds your gun, and you contemplate. “I got a pistol, and I got a bullet, and I also have a pissed-off finger just itchin’ to pull it.” You growl, and their eyes widen, but then your eyes catch yours in the full-length mirror, and you imagine yourself in prison clothes, scrunching your nose. You look back to the two most awful people in your life, “The only thing keepin’ me from losing my head is I hate stripes, and orange ain’t my colour, and if I squeeze that trigger tonight. I’ll be wearing one or the other.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “There’s no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion.”

“S–sweets–” You cut Edward off with a glare, walking deeper into the room and into your closet. You reach down and grab your suitcase, roughly placing it on the bed and giggling when Kim lets out a pained gasp.

“Oops, I guess I didn’t see you there.” You begin to pack your clothes, ignoring Edward and Kim, getting out of bed and quickly putting their clothes back on. You know he is having a bit of trouble, yet you can’t find it in you to care anymore. “Huh, but if I did kill you tonight. I could fall in love with a prison guard…” You blink, sighing as you think about it. You continue to pack, not bothering to look at them and decide to talk to yourself. “I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard. Don’t think hard time would be that hard on me.” Your hand twitches as you pile more clothes in, itching to grab that gun and shoot them between the eyes.

“I–I… I didn’t mean to…” Edward stutters, nervously gulping as he tries to take a step forward. You can hear the clang of the blades as he begins to fiddle with his fingers, a nervous habit of his when he feels he did something wrong but doesn’t exactly know what or how to fix it. “I…I–I love y–” You cut him off with a glare, not letting him finish.

“You don’t love me, Edward. I know you used to live isolated, but you haven’t in a long time now. You would’ve known that this wasn’t right. You would’ve known that what we shared together isn’t meant to be shared with someone else, especially her.” Your sharp gaze lands on the little tramp you used to call a best friend. “I hope you feel happy with yourself, I should’ve known you would’ve done something, but I didn’t think you’d wait three years later.” You begin throwing everything into the suitcase, not caring if it’s neat. You can’t be around them any longer. You feel so many emotions inside you, some ready to burst and others you don’t want to let out. You moved over to the drawer with the gun inside, feeling that urge prepared to escape. “You know, I could pick up trash on the side of the road, but I’d die if I saw someone I know.” You know the words were random, but you also knew they were reaching them, showing them that you were contemplating killing them for their crime. “Ain’t the chains. It’s the clothes that’s stopping me. Oh, and one shot ain’t worth a bad mugshot. God knows I wouldn’t be caught holding up a number while the whole towns starin’ at the picture in the paper of me wearing stripes.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/n. You aren’t even making sense. You’d really kill us over sex?” You laugh, unable to stop it from slipping. Kim dared to say that, thinking what she did was not wrong. You couldn’t believe her. She dared sleep with your boyfriend, the man you could see the rest of your life with, for what?

“I’m sorry, what?” The smile on your face slowly slips from your face, replaced with a murderous look. “It’s not just sex, Kimmy Bear. It’s betrayal. Don’t you remember I saw how you looked at him three years ago? Even though you had a boyfriend, I told you that you could give it a shot even though you knew I liked him. I was willing to push aside my feelings, for you, and this is how you repay me after everything. You broke us.” You step closer to her, backing her into the wall. “I gave you a chance, but you told me I could have him. You said you were happy for me. You let me fall deeply in love for what? For you to fuck him three years later, why? What did I ever do to you?” You growl, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

“What did you do to me?! You stole my man!” You laugh again, causing her to flinch, growing angrier. “Why the hell do you keep laughing?” She smirks, thinking of something to say to possibly hurt you and stop you from laughing. “Did you forget I fucked him? Oh, I fucked him so well. You should’ve seen how he begged me, how adorable he looked underneath and on top of me. You should’ve heard how he whimpered as I sucked him into my mouth.”

You could feel your heart breaking inside your chest, looking between them. You didn’t need to know the details of what happened.

“Oh, and you should’ve seen how excited he was to taste me. To get between my legs, it’s as though you’ve been starving him.”

Maybe orange and stripes could be your colour. You could say it was self-defence. Your mind was racing. What could you do? What were your options? Before you can even think, your hand wraps around her throat, choking her. Her eyes widen, fingers clawing into you as she tries pulling you off her.

“Y–Y/n, what… What are you doing?” Edward stumbles over, “S–stop!” He anxiously bounces on his feet, and he whimpers when you glare.

“Why should I stop? You didn’t.” You watch her begin to lose air, eyes rolling back into her head before you let go. You watch her pathetically fall to the ground, gasping for breath. Edward falls alongside her, making sure she’s okay. “Huh. Well, I guess you can have each other.” You walk over to your suitcase, zip it shut and grab it. You look at them one last time before you leave the room and the house.

“The only thing savin’ your life is that I don’t look good in orange, and I hate stripes.” You sing as you get into your car, vowing never to return to this dreadful town.

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