Who's Your Daddy?

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.

-

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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January.

🎼: Penhasco2 - Luisa Sonza, Demi Lovato.

Scenario: You visit him.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, grief, vent, guilt....

Word count: around 413

a/n: English isn't my first language. 'Saudade' has no translation.

I still think it was my fault, but how could I ever say no to you? You looked so excited, so happy, and proud of yourself. Your friend has planned a party to celebrate your success on the new project. I decided not to go because I was very tired. I wonder if things would have been different if I had gone with you, would you still be here with me?

“Honey, I never left.” The wind whispers to me, it’s true. You’re still here, in my dreams, my heart, my soul. I always think about you, from dawn until I lie on the bed to sleep. We made so many plans for our future, we were going to get married in a few months, even preparing everything to expand our little family. Things that always brought a bright smile to your face, lighting up the whole world.

I always thought the beeping of a heartbeat monitor in a hospital was a scary sound, but after I heard the silence of yours... I've never been so terrified. I still feel the chills, the weight of guilt, my racing heart. So many things I haven't told you yet, my dear, so many “I love you” stuck in my throat that unfortunately won’t reach your ears. And it was so hard to see the sunset when you were gone.

I miss seeing your face on television, in the media, on my shoulder. The nights never have been so cold, now without you. The food doesn't taste as good anymore, the birds don't sing, the storm doesn't calm down. You were my compass, John, my tomorrow. There are no words that describe the pain I feel seeing the house so empty yet so haunted. Every night I pray to silence my screaming chest, to bring back my peace, you.

I know you don’t want me to be like this, I know you want me to be happy. I hope you know that my love will not be fleeting, I will love you from January to January until the world ends. I'll always call for you at night, hoping to see you in my dreams again. I will see you after the universe, John, our story is not over yet. I know there's still an infinite ending for both of us.

I sigh, feeling heavy, and press a kiss on the harsh stone of his grave. "Saudades, my love." I whisper, standing up to leave the cemetery. “See you tonight.”

a/n: idk why I thought it would be a good idea, perhaps i'll delete this later. Probably my first and last try of angst.

!!! Saudade is a Brazilian word used for a feeling of loss, of lack or missing, of deep longing. It's a feeling that will never go away, that will become a part of you, it's the love that never ends. !!!

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Johnny bends you over and fucks you in front of a mirror in order to help you get over your body issues

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 NSFW content, P in V sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), creampie, mentions of body issues/insecurities, hair pulling, squirting

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f! reader

"Stop, baby, you look fine. Great, actually." He whispered, standing behind you, hands on your hips as you looked at yourself in your vanity mirror. He placed a kiss on your temple before speaking again, "Stop worrying, okay? Nobody's looking that close anyways." He reassured.

"But I feel ugly, I don't like how my stomach looks in this." You complained softly, which only made him tighten his grip on you a bit.

"Baby, you know I hate when you talk bad about your body. I think you look sexy. You worry too much. You're beautiful." He once again reassured, moving his hands to rub your back.

"But-" You started, before he interrupted you.

"No buts. Do I need to fuck that thought out of your pretty little head?" He asked, pushing you down over your vanity slightly, enough so you were bent over.

Your breath hitched softly, and you could feel his clothed erection against your ass. Did he really find you that attractive?

"Tell me no and I'll stop, love." He whispered, pushing your dress up over your hips, exposing your white lace panties. He ran his fingers along your clothed slit, feeling the wetness collect under the fabric.

"Don't stop." You mewled out, subconsciously pushing back against him a bit.

"Good girl." He replied, voice low, smooth, yet a bit raspy. You didn't lift your head to look up at him, to meet his eyes in the mirror, but you didn't need to to know what he was doing. You heard him undoing his belt, the metal of the buckle clattering as he undid the leather around his hips. Quickly, you heard the fabric of his pants hitting the floor, and he pulled your panties down.

"Look at me when I fuck you, love. Want you to see how gorgeous you look." He said, gently grabbing your hair, making you meet his eyes in the mirror as he pushed inside you.

You felt the familiar stretch of his cock inside you, and although it was a sensation you'd grown accustomed to, it would never lose it's affect on you. "Fuck.. You feel so good inside me, J." You whispered breathlessly.

He started with slower, softer strokes to get you going at first, before gradually speeding up, getting harder, deeper.

He shifted his hand from your hair to your chin, making you meet his eyes again as he pounding into you. "Watch yourself, baby. Watch how I fuck you."

You felt your eyes flutter a bit, but you kept strong. You couldn't help the moans that spilt from your lips as he took you. The sight in the mirror was something straight out of a porn video, his toned, tattoos arms, one hook under your hips, the other keeping your head up.. It was almost too much, you didn't think you'd ever seen something so erotic before.

"You look so beautiful like this." He praises, his pace somehow quickening. "Your face all flushed, your mouth hanging open... You like that, baby? You like seeing me own your body like this?" He clearly got a kick out of seeing you falling apart under him, your cunt clenching around his cock. "Answer me."

"Yes! Fuck.. Yes!" You cried out, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. You could feel the pleasure burning in you.

"Fuck.. You feel so good like this." He groaned, feeling you squeeze him. He began to thrust even harder, his hips slapping against your ass. "That's right, baby. You feel that? You feel me deep inside you?"

"Mhm!" You softly cried out. "Oh god, I'm not gonna last long.." You somehow managed through pleasured breaths and moans

"Neither am I, baby." He panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. He reached down and started to rub your clit, trying to make you come with him. "Let go for me, sweetheart..."

That was all it took for you to come undone, squirting all over his cock as you cried out. You let your forehead gently rest on the vanity table in front of you, your legs trembling slightly as you whined softly.

"Fuck, yes." He groaned, feeling you squeeze him again. He thrust a few more times before he came hard, burying his cock deep inside you. As the waves of pleasure passed, he slowly pulled out and turned you over gently. "Do you feel beautiful yet?" He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. He gently brushed a piece of your sweat soaked hair out of your face, kissing the corner of your lips.

"Beautiful enough for you." You replied as he held you tight to him.

"You're beautiful enough for yourself, but baby steps I suppose. Come on, I'll help get you cleaned up." He said softly, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before helping you stand up.

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(Please! keep in mind that my fanfics and imagines are purely fictional!)

Johnny Depp

sfw

This is wrong. (f! reader)

The beautifulest. (f! reader)

The first. (f! reader)

angst

January. (gn! reader)

smuts

Being thirsty. (f! reader)

Fruits for breakfast. (f! reader)

You need a man. (f! reader)

Recalling good times. (f! reader)

Waking up the building. (f! reader)

Who's your daddy? (f! reader)

Lucky (f! reader)