[smashedrose]

Cowboy Like Me (Kayce Dutton x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, cheating, rough sex, overstimulation, choking, degrading language, and a tiny age gap.

Prompt: Y/N recently moved into the bunkhouse after reconnecting with her cousin, Rip. During her first night she runs into Kayce and sparks fly, leading to a passionate night and a rude interruption. Set during season one when Monica took off with Tate to live with her parents.

Authors Note: I do not condone cheating and i’m in no way affiliated with the show. I wish. This is purely fiction.

Also might make this a series so let me know if you want a part two! We need more Kayce fanfiction.

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Growing up my father always told me that my only remaining cousin was a monster for what he did to my uncle. I never knew what had happened but the question lingered in my mind even now as a 20 year old. My father wasn’t a nice man and the second I got my scholarship for Montana State University I left his drunken ass behind to pursue my own dreams.

If only he could see me now, I think to myself, sitting across from my so-called evil cousin. “So uh, what is your major?” Rip asked me while staring at his hands. A few minutes before he had told me what truly happened during that fated night so many years ago. “Animal Science actually.” I reply and he looks surprised at my revelation. “Well no shit, how about over your winter break you come with me and work at Dutton Ranch and gain some experience. I know your Daddy ain’t giving ya a home for christmas.” He says.

Everyone in this damned state knew of the Duttons and I was taken aback by his offer. “Are you serious?” I ask, hopeful that he’s not the mean man my father always made him out to be. “Yeah of course. I’d like to get to know ya considering you’re all I have left.”

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Now here I am, staring at the door to the bunkhouse that will be my home for the next few weeks. “You’re boss is really okay with this?” I whisper, nervous that I’ll walk in and make a fool of myself. “Of course, plus we’re about to be working on a bunch of new heifers and need more hands.” Rip chuckles, opening up the door.

The second I walk in it reeks of beer and the foul smelling scent of man. I wrinkle my nose, causing Rip to laugh and lead me over to the group of men playing cards. “This is my baby cousin Y/N, y’all don’t lay a single finger on her she’s here to help out over the break.” He sternly states, glaring at the man with guitar who was looking me up and down.

“Which bunk is open?” I ask the group of gawking men. They all stare at each other as if to gauge their reactions until finally the oldest cowboys says “Back left one.”

I make my way to my bed and set my hat on the floor, nervous about what I got myself into. I grew up riding horses and working cattle but i’d never been fully emerged into the lifestyle like this. I needed air to breathe so I put on my jacket and headed outside, marveling at the night sky.

I sat there for a while until I heard someone come up to me, expecting it to be Rip I pay no mind to it and continue to stare up at the sky.

“Who are you?” I hear a deep voice behind me ask. Startled, I turn around and see a man with dirty blonde hair and a slight beard towering over me. “Uh I’m Y/N.” I say staring up at the stranger. His eyes widen and he laughs, coming to sit down next to me on the grass. “Oh shit, you’re Rip’s cousin. I was expecting a child from the way he described you.” He says, laughing still.

I smirk and look back up, shaking my head. “Nah, I’m in college.” I laugh. I can feel his body heat radiating off him and realize I don’t even know his name. “Do you have a name?” I ask, to which he replies “I’m Kacey.” and takes a swig out of a bottle he had been holding.

“Well Kacey, you mind sharing?” I glance down at his bottle and back up at him, trying not to look like i’m checking him out. “Are ya 21?” He asks “In 2 months I will be.” I cheekily reply, grasping the bottle in his hands.

“Hell, close enough for me.”

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I can’t remember how we got here but next thing I know i’m on his lap with my hands in his hair, empty bottle discarded who knows where. His lips are on mine and he bites down on my lower lip gently, causing me to moan.

“Gotta be quiet, can’t let them know we’re out here doing this.” He whispers before attacking my lips again. I begin to slowly shift my hips and whisper in his ear “Well then why don’t you take me somewhere else?”.

He slowly stands up with me still in his arms, refusing to break the kiss. My body feels wobbly from either the alcohol, Kayce stumbling to a barn, or both. My mind races as he sets me down on a bench before rushing to shut the barn doors.

“Now, where we’re we?” He says before ripping his shirt off and laying on top of me. I feel up and down his chest, tracing my fingers over the brand. Huh, I guess the rumors about that were true.

But my exploration of him was cut short as he gripped my hands and held them over my head, attacking my neck with kisses. At this point I couldn’t hold in the moans and let go, knowing we were secluded enough. He reaches one hand down to lift my shirt, while still holding me on the wooden bench. His face retreats from my neck and he smirks at my lack of bra.

“You expecting to get with someone tonight?” He winks and I giggle looking up “Nah, it was more comfortable with this shirt.”

He leans down close to my ear and whispers “Good, because I don’t like sharing.”. He begins to lower his body down to my waist and eventually his face comes parallel to my belt buckle. “Ladies first.” He smirks and takes off the belt, along with my pants and underwear.

The cool air hits me and I subconsciously close my legs, making him look up. “You want this?” He asks before proceeding. I nod my head and smile “If you don’t fuck me right now i’ll find someone who will.” And with that his mouth is on my clit and he is sucking feverishly.

I cant help but scream, it’s been a while and he was just so good. He raises his head and teaches his hand up to place over my mouth and gets back to work.

He stops the torture on my clit and traces his tongues across every crevice, taking extra time with the places that encourage a muffled groan. His tongue feels like heaven and I can feel myself getting close, not knowing how long it has been.

Eventually he focuses on my clit again and adds a single finger, causing me to fall apart. In an instant I’m a quivering mess being held down by this arm as he continues his onslaught.

Once he’s satisfied he gets up and wipes a hand over his face, only to lip the juices back up. His hands fly to his jeans and they’re quickly removed, thrown into a pile with mine and he’s back on top of me in an instant.

“Your turn?” I ask hopefully, reaching down to stroke him. “No darlin, we’ll have time for that later. First I wanna be inside of you.” He groans and slowly pushes himself into me, stretching me open.

“Holy fuck.” I moan and cling to his back for support. “Holy fuck is right. You’re so fucking tight.” He says and begins thrusting in and out, picking up the pace as he goes.

His hands are everywhere, gripping me and eventually coming to rest on my neck, tightening as he moves faster. I can feel my body riding up and down the rough bench and although I know it’ll hurt tomorrow, it just felt so good in the moment.

“F-fuck Kayce, yes please don’t stop.” I cry out and with that he picks up his pace even more, slamming me into the bench with his hips. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

He shifts his hand around my neck to place his thumb on my mouth which I gladly accept and suck. He groans at the sight and grips my face hard and moans out “You like that? You like being my little slut?”

The pleasure was too much for me and I couldn’t take it anymore, looking up at him I moan out “You’re gonna make me cum again.”

He grips my thighs and spreads them wide, watching as I spiraled out of control. “Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick and let the whole ranch know who’s fucking you this good?” He mutters out and I lose it, screaming out his name into the night.

I feel him pulse within me and he collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek while panting. I groan from his weight and run my fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door and a female laugh.

“Damn Kayce, Monica and Rip ain’t gonna be too happy about this.”

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Part Two…

Cowboy Like Me (Pt. 2)

Authors Note: The next part is linked at the bottom! This is going to be a new series I will eventually move to Wattpad. I do not condone or

[ghoulphile]

janey's dad | c.h./the ghoul | part 01

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 3.7k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; age gap, hair pulling, teasing, making out, mutual pining, lipstick kink, stockings, frottage, porn w/ feelings, porn w/ plot, mild angst w/ happy ending, divorced!coop, babysitter!reader, pre-war/bomb ➥ summary | “We really, uh, shouldn’t - oh fuck, you look --” ➥ notes | i'm so sorry this is later than it should be. i am unfortunately a corporate slave and this fic just did not want to cooperate 🫠 there are a lot more things planned and this fic is turning into a bit of a beast (20+ pages and counting rip lmao) so i've decided to split it into two parts to make it more manageable for myself mostly un-beta'd atm a special thanks to @corinthianism for all her lovely help!!

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Divorce is hard, but being a divorcé is downright hellish.

One of the ugliest things in the world, if Cooper Howard has any say. At least when he was a Marine, they told him where to point his gun, where to aim; nameless threats vanishing with a quick squeeze of the trigger.

Here, these ‘enemies’ aren’t enemies — not really.

It’d be easier if they were.

Worse still, they have names he holds as dearly as his own. There’s Barb, whip smart and always so clever. Then Janey, the light of his life and so sweet his teeth ache.

Once upon a time, life was sweeter than apple pie on Sundays.

Then came the separation.

Afterwards, he finds it hard to look at what’s left of his family without losing breath like a horse kick to the chest. Their absence rips open a hole inside him ten miles wide, its edges jagged and wrong.

And when he can’t take the silence anymore, fingers of malt liquor help dull the ache, though it’ll never be enough to mend what’s broken.

See, war’s something he understands.

But these domestic battlefields where he sits across from his ex-wife while lawyers barter this weekend and that holiday?

How he struggles to meet his daughter’s eye every time she asks if he’s coming home?

When Barb keeps the house and the money while he keeps the scrapbooks and the dog?

He doesn’t — can't — refuses to comprehend.

Because in what world can you reconcile looking down the barrel of a smoking gun only to find the woman you love staring back, finger on the trigger? Left out to hang as Vault-Tec orchestrates his downfall.

The true depth of their involvement is unknown, but it’s no coincidence his bank accounts dried up faster than the Mojave in June. The ink still wet when the media snapped up the story of his failed marriage.

Thus, his reputation (rather what’s left of it) unraveled faster than a spool of thread.

Knocked on his ass and kept there by a boot heel crushing his windpipe. Whose? He hasn’t got a fucking clue.

But whoever they are, they’re making sure he stays a washed up nobody who struggles to land a call back, much less pay his monthly alimony on time.

See what we can do? You were America’s favorite gunslinger - now look at you. Mind your place.

Hell, millions used to scream his name.

Nowadays people whisper it behind their hands like a dirty secret, “Oh, did you hear? Cooper Howard…” as they dissect pieces of his life into bite-sized Before’s and After’s. “Hah! Serves him right. Y’know, I never liked him much.”

While he grits his teeth and swallows his bitterness with a smile, he hates how he can’t protect Janey from snide reporters and nosy strangers. Juggling actor-father-divorcé with fumbling hands.

It’s only been six months; a heartbeat, a lifetime, and already he’s scraped thin like butter over too much bread.

Something’s gotta give.

After all, he’s only one man.

But just when it's bleakest, the clouds part.

A young woman moves in next door, the first bright thing that’s come his way in a long, long while.

At first, he kept his distance.

Exchanged vague hello’s and how-are-you’s. Then Janey took a shine; always so friendly and eager to talk about her latest books.

Any reservations he might’ve had died when he saw how enamored you are with her.

Only made sense that over time small pleasantries turned into playdates. Then those playdates turned into sleepovers.

Before long, you’re watching her when a gig runs late.

Rustling up grub and tucking her into bed more often than not these days. And when he slinks in through the door, knees aching and stripped to the bone, there you are with a shy smile and a warm meal.

So what if he takes himself in hand after you leave, stroking his cock to the thought of you down on your knees in that pretty little sundress?

Imagines the wide stretch of your ruby lips as you swallow him down, lipstick smeared an awful mess?

Cums hard to the fantasy of your teary eyes and hiccupy breaths as you choke?

What you don’t know can’t hurt you.

After all, he’s a gentleman... he promises to keep his hands to himself.

“All right, Sugar Bomb, it’s bedtime.”

Bundled in navy bedding up to her nose, Janey’s wide brown eyes peer up at you from beneath a riot of frizzy curls. Roosevelt, her ever faithful companion, plasters himself to her side. The tip of his tail swishes once, twice before falling limp.

“Ah, c’mon guys. Don’t look at me like that.” You sigh with a fond shake of the head, hip popping out to rest against the doorframe. “I don’t make the rules, I just follow ‘em.”

A muffled response sounds from the lump of little girl, “Nmfhm.”

Squinting, you dip your head and tap the side of your ear, "Pardon?"

“Mnhfmmmm.”

“Ye—eah… Didn’t catch that, Mumbler.”

Janey tugs down the blanket, her mouth pursed in a moue of displeasure. “I said,” she crosses her arms with a huff, “not until Dad gets home.”

Shit.

“M’sorry, baby. He’s still gonna be a while.” Walking across the room, you stop beside the bed and motion your hand back and forth. “Scooch over.”

Gangly limbs fumble as Janey wiggles into the middle of the mattress, her feet tangling in the blankets. Roosevelt takes a toe to the nose during the transition, but flops across her knees all the same.

Together they settle with a bounce of springs.

In the open space, you slide in.

The bed sinks under your weight, a plume of rich cologne tickling your nose; mint-spiced citrus. Cooper. Your stomach swoops, and your heart trips.

“I didn’t see him at breakfast — or lunch!” A pout tugs at her mouth. “Not even dinner. I gotta go home tomorrow. So when am I gonna see him?”

“Oh, bug.” You sigh, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Your dad’s been real busy at work. And I know that’s been hard for you, but I promise to make sure he’s here for breakfast tomorrow.”

“D’you mean it?” Her cold nose digs into your skin. “Me and Roosevelt miss him so much.”

Cuddled into your chest, Janey tosses an arm around your back. Her fuzzy head rests in the crook of your arm, springy curls tickling your skin.

You squeeze her tight and trace your fingertips over her forehead.

“I can do you one better,” you say, bopping the tip of her nose just to hear her giggle - a soft sound that sits warm and gooey in your chest. “I pinkie-promise.”

Her finger loops around yours, so small and fragile.

“I’ll even make pancakes. How’s that sound for a promise?”

“Oh, yes, please! I think Dad will like that,” a wide yawn cuts her off mid-sentence. “He’s sad, but he always smiles when you make food.”

Janey’s words — unexpected as they are sudden — cut so deep it steals the breath from your lungs. You flounder, your heart a throbbing bruise in your chest.

“... Then pancakes it is.”

As if nothing happened at all, she asks, “Do I have to go to bed now?”

“Afraid so, little miss.” Your responding chuckle sounds stilted even to your own ears. “Just you wait. When you wake up, Dad’ll be home.”

“Fi—ine, but I want extra pancakes.” Janey pauses, considers you with narrow eyes, then adds, “With syrup!”

“Whatever you want,” you say with an indulgent smile. “Now... time to sleep. It’s really past your bedtime.”

She gives you one last squeeze then lets you tuck her in nice and tight, blankets pulled up to her chin. You drop a kiss on her forehead while Roosevelt re-settles on the pillow beside her after a quick scratch behind the ears. 

Everything in order, you turn to go only for a little hand to stop you.

“Yes?” you reply, glancing at her from over your shoulder.

“... can you put on one of Dad's movies?”

The tremble in her voice - like she’s about to get scolded - breaks your heart clean down the middle. Stitching on a soft smile, you nod and walk to the darkened TV set in the room's corner.

After fiddling with the nobs, static flashes to life.

“The Man from Deadhorse okay?”

The holotape sliding into the track swallows the sound of her tiny “Yeah.” Starting up with a whirl of machinery, the second-hand Radiation King flickers to life in black-and-white.

A vast plain and bright sky stretches across the screen.

Then Sugarfoot creeps into frame with the one and only Cooper Howard sitting astride the noble steed. The sheriff’s badge on his chest glints in the sun.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, already half-way to sleep.

“Anything for you, baby. Sleep tight.”

Flicking off the lights, you leave the door cracked. Walk away pretending like hearing her whisper goodnight to the TV doesn’t lance through you like lightning.

The desire to whisk her into your arms and soothe all of her ails is almost impossible to ignore.

Somehow, you distract yourself by wiping up the table, then by fixing a plate of dinner for whenever Cooper rolls in. Though all the while, how brokenhearted Janey sounded sits in the back of your mind like a leaden weight.

When Cooper stumbles into the living room, it’s half past midnight.

You’d gotten up to greet him, curled as you were in an armchair reading, when something about the stern line of his mouth gave you pause.

Where the usual lighthearted greetings lingered, a pensive stillness trembled to life.

Tension crackles through the air; a held breath of agitation. By the faraway gaze and defeated slump of his broad shoulders, it’s plain to see the night didn’t go as intended. And no matter how much you long to soothe, you can’t.

After all, he’s not yours to touch.

Instead, you offer a sympathetic smile and ask, “Rough night, huh?”

Cooper ignores the prompt, squeezing past with a brief touch to your elbow as he makes a beeline for the dry bar. The heat of his body is there and gone in a flash, his cologne teasing your senses. He says, “Thought you’d be asleep by now.”

Your heart flutters in your throat. “Ah,” you lick your lips, “well, I was going to finish my chapter first.”

Humming, he turns his back to you and fiddles with high balls and decanters. The tink of crystal glassware fills the air as he speculates which alcohol goes best with his mood. 

“Thanks again for watching Janey.” He nods in approval and fixes his whiskey neat. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble, Mr. Howard.” You shrug. “She’s a sweetheart.”

He shoots you a dry look from over his shoulder, stirring the dark amber of his drink with a forefinger. When he sucks his skin clean with a soft pop - a flash of a pink tongue taunting, teasing - your stomach swoops.

God, I wonder what else his mouth can do.

Flustered, you clear your throat and stare at a spot on the wall.

“How many times do I gotta tell you to call me Coop?” he says, digging through some drawers until he finds what he’s searching for: a lighter. “It must be a million and one by now.”

Flint sparks as flames jump, eating away at the end of a cigarette. Cooper inhales in short little puffs, pulling on the filter. His cheeks hollow, the shadows enhancing the cut of his jaw before the tip catches alight.

“Well,” he exhales, his gaze catching yours through a plume of smoke as he turns, brow raised. “Anything to say for yourself?”

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” you chuckle.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a lopsided smirk. “I’ll drink to that.” He knocks back the last finger of whiskey before refilling with gin.

Springs groan in protest when he drops to the couch, settling in with an outstretched arm and wide spread thighs.

“It’s been a long fucking day,” he rasps.

Gulping, you try to ignore the space at his feet.

The stirrings of desire provoked by the urge to sink to your knees and fill it with your body, to ease tension from those shoulders with your hands, your mouth, your cunt — if he’d let you.

“You heading home?” Nursing the fresh drink, he swallows a mouthful, only to hiss low through his teeth at the chemical burn. His throat bobs, framed by the open collar of his shirt. “Whew! Goddamn, that’s strong.”

“No, I can stay for a while.” A bird on a wire, you perch on the cushion beside him. “Got nothing else planned for tonight, anyhow.”

Cooper snorts. “I doubt that very much. A sweet young thing like you,” he motions towards you with his glass, “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of fellas calling, especially on a Friday night. Don’t waste your time with me.”

“That’s not why I--” you stop yourself short.

Save for the bustling LA avenue right outside the complex, the apartment itself is stone silent for several heartbeats. Words hover on the back of your tongue, catching in the bend of your throat molasses thick.

Meanwhile, Cooper continues to swirl the alcohol in his glass.

Maybe in a different life, you wouldn’t hesitate to express yourself.

But here — with him — you shouldn’t.

Christ sake, he’s a grieving divorcé, you chastise yourself. The last thing he needs is me trying to lay one on him.

When you speak, his name glides off your lips for the first time, clementine sweet, “... Cooper, I’m not wasting my time. I enjoy spending it with Janey - and you.”

“Well,” he husks, hooded eyes dragging down your visage in a slow once-over, “you’re the first one in a long while to feel that way, sweetheart.”

Dripping like honey whiskey from Cooper’s lips, the simple phrase burns its way down-down-down until it blooms like liquid fire in your belly. Warms you all the way to your toes as your heart pounds against your ribcage.

“I mean it.” Your knuckles twist in the pleats of your sundress, bolts of blue fabric bunched around your knees. “Everything I do is because I want to.”

The flash of red nails plucking at the sheer nylon of your stockings snaps up his attention, his gaze snagging - staying as he chases the curve of your exposed leg, hungry.

He wets his lips, and tenses his jaw when he spots how the soft fat of your thigh dimples in because of your garter. “That’s awful sweet of you to say.”

You tremble beneath the intensity of his attention.

Greedy.

Little kisses of awareness spark bright along the path his eyes carve like the caress of shy fingertips.

However, before you’re able to confront him about his interest, the heat leaches from his expression, grows mute and cold like a muzzled dog. 

Readjusting the waistband of his slacks with a tug, he says, “I know you got better things to do than keep an old man company.”

Irritation sparks. “Cooper--”

“If this is about paying you for tonight,” his lips quirk into a sheepish smile, “I won’t be able to yet.” He scrubs a hand through the stubble peppered along his jaw. “The gig tonight didn’t… Well, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, that’s not what I --”

He plows on, “Anyway, the one I’ve got tomorrow should be enough. How about I stop by around seven o’clock? I’ll treat you to dinner as an apology.”

Frustration bubbles beneath the surface of your skin, antagonism thrumming through your veins. Your hands shake almost as much as your voice. “Cooper!”

“I… uh, yes?” He blinks.

Your brows furrow. “You don’t get it,” you say. “I mean, you truly don’t know?”

“I’m afraid there’s a lot I don’t get. You’re gonna have to be more particular.”

Maybe not said in so many words (or at all) but actions speak far louder.

Otherwise, why else would you spend most of your time in his apartment, fill every spare moment with Janey, and reserve evenings for his company?

Hell, you even cook and clean!

Almost scream your interest from the rooftops, and it’s obvious to everyone but him, it seems.

Here you are thinking he was preserving your dignity whenever he ignored a passing comment or lingering touch when, in fact, he’d been oblivious to their existence to begin with.

How a man can be so obtuse when you’re throwing yourself at him is beyond you.

If he wasn’t so captivating…

“Are you kidding me,” you ask, mindful of your tone, “how could you not know?” You throw your hands in the air. “I’ve been — for months!”

“Well, I don’t have a goddamn clue what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he snarks, setting his glass on the table. “Care to enlighten me?”

Fine. If that’s how he wants to play, let’s play.

When he moves to take another drag from his cigarette, you strike, fingers locking around his wrist mid-lift. And although his glassy eyes narrow, he keeps his hand still.

Waiting to see what you'll do.

Tucking your knee under you for balance, you bend forward and watch his face from beneath your lashes. When your lips wrap around the filter, a dark hunger bleeds into his expression, his pulse a steady thud against the pad of your thumb.

Inhaling, the cherry lights up, a flashbang in the dim overhead light.

Cooper’s breath hitches, and then you’re pulling away with a lungful of smoke; the taste of ash heavy on your tongue.

He tracks your movements with greed, gaze flicking for the briefest of moments past your chin before refocusing on the ring of red lipstick staining white paper.

“If you wanted one,” he chokes, gripping the back of the couch with white knuckles, “all you had to do was ask.”

With a coquettish grin, you exhale to the side and stare at him with hooded eyes. “Is that so?” Plucking the cigarette out of his limp hold, you stub it out in the ashtray. “What if I wanted to ask for something else, Mr. Howard?”

The next moment finds you deposited in his lap, his hands shooting out to grab at your waist only to freeze before they make contact.

“Woah! I--”

“Tell me something.”

Your lips caress the shell of his ear, sharing breath - sharing space as you plaster yourself to his front, arms looped over his shoulders. He jolts, body trembling with restraint.

“Would you give me what I wanted if I said please?”

The distance between you snaps taut with anticipation. “C-Coop,” he stutters. “Call me Coop.”

You hum. “Well, Coop, would you?”

“That depends almost entirely on what you’re asking for, sweetheart.”

Red nails skate along the back of his neck, play in the downy soft hair of his nape just to feel him shiver. And then you’re leaning back with your hands braced on his knees, your legs falling open in invitation.

The hem of your dress bunches around your waist, exposing the soft cotton of your underwear, and the darkened patch of slick soaking through.

“I think you know exactly what I want,” you purr. “Because you want it too. Don’t you?”

He bites down on a strangled moan when your hips arch forward, rocking the soft plush of your ass against the heavy weight of his thickening cock. The zipper digs into your skin as he tents the front of his slacks.

Mouth dropping open, his tongue flicks out to wet his lips - a slick circle of temptation that makes you clench. “I, uh, I don’t…”

Reaching between your splayed thighs, you hook a finger beneath your panties and pull the fabric aside. He jerks forward, exhaling hard at the flash of your soaked cunt and twitching clit.

“C’mon, be honest.”

With a sigh, you gather your arousal on the tips of your fingers.

Cooper’s gaze is a heavy weight pinning you in place as you pretend it’s him dragging his knuckles over the top of your mond. Him dragging calloused fingers up along sticky folds to play with your sensitive clit, ripping soft little mewls from your lips.

“Can’t you see what you do to me, Coop?” you say, pulling your hand away to show the webs of slick stretching between your fingers. “I’m so wet. Please, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

His hips rock against your ass in an aborted thrust. “Shit - shit!” Eyes slamming shut, he grits his teeth and digs his fingers into your sides hard enough to bruise. “We really, uh, shouldn’t - oh fuck, you look --”

“Why not?” Your hand brushes over his groin. “I can feel how hard you are.”

“It isn’t right, that’s why.” He stutters, stumbles over his words, “Besides, Janey…”

“I can be quiet,” you say, lips trembling. “I promise.”

“Goddamnit, you can’t say things like that and expect me not to --” Cutting himself off, strong fingers seize your chin and tilt until you’re met with Cooper’s severe expression, his scorching gaze. “You need to tell me now: are you sure this is what you want?”

There’s no hesitation, “Yes.”

In what world would you refuse?

The words barely pass your lips before Cooper’s bowing his dark head, mouth ravenous as it captures yours in a slick glide of bruising lips and hungry tongues.

He steals your breath, licks into your mouth and traces along the sensitive inside of your lip.

Pulse jump starting, your toes curl over the edge of the cushion and your thighs squeeze the barrel of his chest, kneecaps digging into his ribs.

“Oh,” a moan punches itself out of your throat - a breathy little thing swallowed up by his lips. “That’s--”

Anticipation swells, simmers between you like a band before it snaps. A strong forearm locks around your waist, tugging you into the cradle of his chest until you’re plastered from stem to stern.

Too hungry for tenderness as his free hand slips up to cup the back of your head, fingers catching in the briar of your hair and tugging at the roots.

You claw at his shoulders while sparks of pain ricochet down your neck, sufficing into a prickly flush that heats your blood. “Hnn, Cooper,” you gasp.

He murmurs your name through languid flicks of his tongue and sharp little nips of skin that leave your mouth tender and swollen. When he pulls away to survey his handiwork, his eyes are dark. Fathomless.

"I never thought I'd get the chance to kiss you like this," he says, wicking his thumb over the pillow of your bottom lip. "You taste as good as I imagined."

Dragging your nails across his scalp, you plead, “No more teasing - I can't take it.”

"Well," he grunts, fingers twisting up in your dress, “If that’s how you feel, then you better put those hips to good use and work for it, sweetheart."

part 2 dropping soon

[dazed-and-confused23]

Wouldn't Be Nice

Summary: After his divorce, Cooper Howard finds himself in need of a babysitter. That's where you come in.

Pairings: Pre-War Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings: flirting and heavy petting. readers got a bit of a praise kink. Pretty domestic.

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With the divorce came more responsibility, and that meant less free time with Janey and more searching for anyone who would hire him. He only had his daughter every other week, and while he did miss her - Coop always missed her - when Janey was with Barb it left him free to pursue other odd jobs that would keep food on the table. However, there were days that Cooper couldn't be there all the time, so after finding your ad in the paper, the ex-actor hired you to babysit Janey.

You didn't cost him an arm and a leg, and after the first couple of days, his daughter seemed to love having you around. That had won you enough brownie points from Cooper that he'd decided to keep you around. He had offered to pay you extra for keeping the apartment clean, Barb had taken the house, but you had shot him down, claiming that he paid you plenty.

Today, he'd come home, tired after working a children's birthday, and still dressed in his costume, to find you in the kitchen cleaning up after an early dinner. You greet him with a smile and a soft hello.

"Where's Janey?" He asks, keeping the same quiet tone. You nod at the bedrooms.

"Sleeping. She was tired after going to the park this evening. How was work?"

Cooper groans dramatically in response, and catching your soft grin is worth it. He kicks off his boots and strides into the kitchen, fetching himself a cold nuka-cola, "It was fine. The kids were great, but their parents always got somethin' to say."

Mr. Howard had told you a little about why his marriage had fallen out, but he intentionally kept most of it unsaid. You knew enough to know not to trust anything that Vault-Tec did, and you were fine with that. It wasn't any of your business what happened between them. Even if you were occasionally curious.

He watches you rinse the dishes out of the corner of his eye, taking in your soft curves and your messy bun. You're pretty and nice, and Janey loves you. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to you, and he'd caught the way you looked at him sometimes. It makes Cooper wonder if you'd want to stay here more often.

The ex-actor decides to throw caution to the wind and sets his cola down before he steps behind you, so close that he can feel the heat your radiate. He watches the line of your shoulders tense, and your movements slow to a crawl. Cooper drags his teeth across his bottom lip and then reaches out, his hands resting on your hips.

Cooper hears you swallow and catches your eye when you turn back to look at him, "Mr. Howard?"

"You do such a good job looking after Janey, Sugar," Cooper murmured, and inches forward, his chest brushing against your hair, "You won't let me pay you more, so how about somethin' else?"

One wet hand curls around his wrist, nails biting into his skin. Your voice is just above a whisper, "I don't think that's such a good idea, Mr. Howard."

Cooper drags his thumbs back and forth along your hips, the touch anything but innocent, "What have I said about calling me that?"

"It makes you feel old, and to call you Cooper," you rattle off, the words memorized by how often the ex-actor says them to you. Cooper nods, his chin grazing your hair.

"Good girl," Cooper praises, and his lips curl in a wicked smirk when he feels the way you shudder at the praise. His hands inch forward, fingertips brushing your inner thighs, and Coop wishes that you weren't wearing pants, "Come on, please? You do so much for us, baby. Let me give this to you."

His fingertips slip between the apex of your legs, dragging over your clothed sex, and Cooper sighs at just how hot you feel. You make a soft, startled sound, but you don't pull away from him. He presses himself along your back, molding himself to your curves as he hooks his chin over your shoulder to press delicate kisses to your throat.

Arousal pools in your lower stomach, and you can't help the way that you press into those devious touches to your core. You tilt your head back, exposing more of your throat, and feel the grin the ex-actor wears against your flesh.

The hand around his wrist releases him, and Cooper doesn't waste time sliding his palm under your shirt. He strokes your stomach, trailing his hand up and beneath your bra to tweak and pinch your nipple. Coop pushes you into the counter, using the leverage to grind against your ass.

Cooper’s fun is suddenly cut short by the sound of a door creaking open. Your head jerks up, wacking the ex-actor in the nose hard enough for him to grunt, and tears come to his eyes. He stumbled back just in time for Janey to come be-popping around the corner, a stuffed dog held tight in one hand.

You round the bar in the kitchen, smiling down at Janey while Cooper is making sure he doesn't have a bloody nose. He watches you crouch in front of his daughter, speaking softly enough that he doesn't catch whatever you say to her. Whatever it was makes Janey laugh and toddle back to her bedroom, a tired smile on her little face.

The two of you look at one another once she's gone, and then the two of you are giggling like children, red in the face after being interrupted by Cooper’s daughter. He meets you in the living room, hands resting on your hips as he faces you. You grin, reaching up to cradle his jaw.

"Is your nose okay?"

Cooper snickers and nods, "It's fine, baby. Come on, we should probably talk, hmm?"

[dazed-and-confused23]

How do you think the dynamic would be between cooper Howard and John Hancock, sharing a lover? Do you think they’d always try to one up each other or find an equal relationship. Also just just be thinking about them being freaky with the reader ugh nasty 🤤🤤

Oh, they would definitely try and one up each other. If John takes you out for a date at the third rail? Cooper is taking you star gazing on top of Trinity Tower. Cooper buys you a new travel back after he realizes the reader's is getting worn out? John will use his stash from being the mayor to buy you the newest modded weapon from K-L-E-O.

But the second they see you upset or that you've gotten hurt in some way? All that competition is tossed out the window. They'll draw you a bath if you're feeling sick. Hancock will wash you while Cooper braids your hair. He can still remember braiding his daughters back before the war. The usual snark between them is gone, replaced by soft shared looks and rough hands as they make sure that you're okay.

I think it could go both ways during sex. Cooper would be all bared teeth and barbed words at John. Maybe making the other ghoul watch Cooper take you apart. Hancock would pretend to be offended, but he honestly thinks the dirty talk is hot as fuck. But the moment you say you want both of them, they work together to give you anything you'd possibly want.

[grugruel]

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Arthur Morgan (RDR2)

Saint, or Sinner. ❗️🎀 XII

Big Iron | bounty hunter!Arthur Morgan x outlaw!f!reader❗️XIV

You've Kissed Me For Less ❗️XXII

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

The Artist and the flower ❗️🎀 XX

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

An Affair to Remember | collegue!bucky❓️I

Bad News | dbf!bucky

- Part 1 | Baring Throats❗️🎭⭐️ VII

- Part 2 | Cold Thoughts❗️🎭 VIII

Let the Light in | priest!bucky❗️🎭🎀⭐️IIX

Little bit | roommate!bucky❗️🎭 XI

Movement | mob!bucky ❗️ XIII

Save A Horse | cowboy!bucky❗️🎀 X

Strange Men | detective!bucky❗️XXX

The Girl Who Cried Cowboy | dbf!cowboy!bucky❗️🎭⭐️ XV

Your Daddy Know 'bout This? | dbf!cowboy!bucky❗️🎭 XXI

Wicked Game | cop!bucky❗️IX

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul (Fallout)

His little killer ❗️XVII

Say it again ❗️🎀 🎭 ⭐️ XVIII

Quiet on Set | pre-war!Cooper Howard ❗️ XIX

Dream/Morpheus (The Sandman)

Lovers Spat | Morpheus x f!reader ❗️🎀XXIX

Joel Miller (Last of us show and game)

Stop Me if It Hurts | dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader ❗️🎀 XXVIII

Father Paul Hill (Midnight Mass)

Lust for Vampyr ❗️ III

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

In progress

Silco (Arcane)

The Game❓️ II

Sleeping With the Enemy | ❗️🎭⭐️ XXVII

Blue Eyes | young!silco x f!reader❗️🎀 XXIII

Jayce (Arcane)

Can you do that for me? | ruined!jayce x f!reader ❗️🎀 🎭 XXII

Taking Care of Her | ruined!jayce x wife!f!reader ❗️🎀 XXV

Viktor (Arcane)

Keeping Him Company | ❗️🎭 XXIV

William Afton (FNAF)

Fun at Fazbear's❗️ IV

Horrific findings, sweet nothings❗️🎭⭐️ V

Princess❗️ VI

[grugruel]

I am-- in DESPERATE need of Prewar cooper Howard FILTHY smut. Taking his Co-star in his trailer on set on a hot summer's day and they're both sweaty and needy and he's got a FILTHY mouth on him. maybe she plays the damsel in distress and he can't get over how good she looks all tied up 🔥 she definitely enjoys teasing him but takes it too far,, poor cooper 😔😏

Yessss, currently feeling feral, so this was perfect. Did my best, hope you love it🫶

Quiet on set

Pairings: pre-war!Cooper Howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

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Summary: wrapping yet another movie together, these co-stars take out their constant tension in Coopers trailer.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: (acted violence and death), pinv sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, edging, lap-riding, cowgirl, doggy, bratty reader, petnames (sweetheart, princess, girl, woman), praise, slight degradation, choking (blink and you'll miss it).

AN: Currently working through my requests, it might take some time for those of you that sent them in! But I appreciate you all, thank you!!

I could feel that heavy star-studded aura bearing it's weight down on me, his eyes ransacking every part of my body while he awaited his cue. Through the blinding stage lights, just out off frame–he stood hungry–strong hands white-knuckling his belt while teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

'Help! Somebody please save me!' I cried out, the rattling railroad tracks cool beneath my body. The air was stuffy and hard to breathe, clamming to my body as the mid summer heat penetrated the studio walls. Truly making the desert set come alive.

Enter: The Man from Deadhorse. Walking into picture with his signature gait, spurs jingling and eyes acting as he stared my captor down. Heat practically burning in his gaze as he delivered the infamouse line, "Feo, fuerty, y formal."

But a growing suspicion resided–perhaps it was not acting at all, but rather me, that had him ignite that way.

The bang of a revolver shot out, hitting the antagonist right between the eyes as a result of an experienced and deadly aim.

Dignified indeed.

I yelped, making my eyes big with shock. 'You came!' And then let a relived smile soften my expression.

The sound of a charging train began rolling, a billowing steam engine and a piping whistle thundering along a railroad. But it was no worry anymore, I was to be saved.

The sheriff's starved eyes switched to me and my bound form.

Swiftly, he moved over the dusty desert set in his blue and yellow getup. In a second of harrowing anticipation, placed in clever calculation to have the viewers at the edge of their seats, he loomed over me, that infamous gaze following every curve of my body. The rope circling me in such a way that it accentuated my goods, and what the cameras did not see, was a ravenous smirk on the hero's lips–holding a silent promise ment only for me.

In a flashy movement, he cut the rope from my body and pulled me off of the tracks and into his embrace, the camera panning to us as the sound of the train just missing our bodies passed by the frame.

'Don't worry sweetheart, you're safe now.' He purred, voice drawling with that trademark smile accenting his lips, lips that only a second later collided with my own in a strong, righteous kiss-

'CUT!' A voice bellowed, and the set bustled to life with congratualations and handshakes as they were traded between the crew and cast, celebrating yet another wrap.

But his lips had stayed on mine for a second or two too long, and I had to pull away. Gasping for air, pretending that we simply hadn't heard the call over the ruckus.

'My trailer in 10 minutes, honey. Don't be late. . . I got a surprise for you.' He whispered in my ear, disguising our continued embrace as a friendly, celebrating hug. A hug with a condensed, slap off the ass–hard enough to sting, quiet enough to go undetected.

And with a wink, he was off. Chatting and laughing while coworkers patted his back with him returning the gesture. Meanwhile I myself became wrapped up in party-ready colleagues of my own. But the partying would have to wait, I had somewhere far more fulfilling to be.

I hadent been able to keep the 10 minute mark, the cast and crew had stuck around for longer than I'd thought. Which made sneaking to his trailer all the more difficult, but I managed. Eventually.

I opened the door to a dark, even hotter cabin, no movement or noise that I could detect. But the second I shut that door behind me, he revealed himself.

'There you are. . .' A low voice growled from the shadows. Then there was a sound of groaning threads, a woosh, and I was captured. A lasso had been thrown around my body, pinning my arms to my sides as I was blindly pulled into the depths of the darkness, and collided with something, strong, something hard. 'You kept me waitin' princess. Fame gone to your head already?' The words were breathed against my cheek, puffs of his sultry breath warming my already damp skin deliciously.

'I imagine I'll be on your level soon.' I hooked my index fingers through his belt loops, eyes adjusting to the dark as I pullied him closer with what little movement I was allowed. 'Now, I want my surprise.' I pouted, brushing my lips along his, the features of his face clearing up like the sea after a storm.

'This is it.' He flexed the rope between his fingers, feeling its coarse texture. Taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged.

'My surprise is a . . . rope?' I could't hide the sound of disappointment from my voice. 'Should I start playing the damsel now or? Oh. . . Please Sheriff, save me!' I mocked.

'Well yes, the rope is you're surprise.' He paused. 'Now, what makes you so sure I'll play the sheriff, huh?' He tightened the rope around me to emphasize. 'Perhaps I captured you.'

'Oh?' I was truly intrigued, but sighed an overly dramatic sigh, just cause I was hoping it'd get a rise out of him. 'C'mon now, cowboy. You can do better than that–thought I was your special girl.' I teased, eyeing his dark form through my lashes as I used his own words against him.

He nudged his nose against my cheek, his lips moving into a grin along my jaw. 'You are my special girl. . .' He confirmed, voice gravely as he pressed his hips against mine, letting me feel the hardness beneath his pants. '. . .and my special girl will be fucking pleadin' when this rope has served its purpose.' The lasso was thrown into serveral more circles around my upper body, wrapping me tighter as he imitated what he'd seen on set.

'That a threat?' I groaned, his stiffness rubbing against my mound. Creating friction so wonderful I found my hips automatically flexing against his. More. I needed more.

'A promise.' He fell back onto a couch. 'You'd better start ridin' before I put that big mouth of yours to better use.' He tugged on the lasso, helping me fall into position stradeling his lap.

I settled with a whimper, my core veiled by the thin fabric of my skirt as it made direct contact with his clothed member. But with the way I was bound, he'd restricted my arms further, they were unmovable infact. I couldn't support myself, couldn't unbutton his pants. 'Can't reach. . .' I whined, frustrated that I couldn't get his fucking dick out.

He hummed. 'Mmm, serves you right, dont it?' He pulled my skirt over my hips, and grasped the rope around my waist, making a point of not touching me as he pushed me downward and pulled forward, grinding my core against the coarse fabric of his pants. 'Now, ride.' He growled, the friction affecting him as much as me. For I had a simular reaction, if not worse.

The air was sucked right out of me, but I did as he ordered. Grinding my hips into his lap, over and over again, moaning curses left and right. But however much I tried I couldn't losen my restraints, couldn't get a grip on any part of him to work myself harder against him. I was stuck in a rut of superficial pleasure, with his occasional torturing tug. I just wanted to feel him, his touch, on me, in me. I didn't care, juat somewhere.

'Touch me.' I whispered, my head lulling against his shoulder as I desperatley tried increasing the friction.

He hummed, a breathy and guttural sound as he replied, 'Starvin' already?' He leaned closer, mouth hovering just above that sweet spot on my neck.

'Yes, yes.' I placed a kiss on his throat, grateful for what he was about to bestow me-

My button-down blouse was ripped open, buttons flying everywhere with a loud clatter as they hit the floor, the expensive prop ruined too quickly. 'Plead.' His rough knuckles brushed over the beginning of my breast, as they were now bare for him.

I gasped, 'What?' lust driven confusion clouding my mind. The stifling heat didn't help my mind to clear either.

'Plead, sweetheart.' He repeated, his murmur vibrating against my skin.

It was my turn to grin, my turn to drag my exposed teeth along his jugular, my lips closing around them as I kissed his jaw tenderly. 'I dont think so.' I purred, readying myself to stand up. 'Guess I'll have to find some other man the sate my needs.' I licked a stripe along his jaw before sitting back. 'My very, very. . . Slick needs.' And scootched back, leaving a wet inprint on the convex bulge of his jeans.

But before I could do anything too drastic, he grabbed my waist, he touched me, and pulled me back into a perch. A small victory for me, but the battle wast over yet. Now, our heads leveled with eachother. 'Don't you dare.' The jealousy was evident in his tone. 'Filthy little brat. . .' He hissed, 'I can play that game too, sweetheart.' He began unbuttoning his pants with the other hand, pulling his erect member out.

And drool dripped from my mouth as I got a good view of it, but he didn't lift me up and enter me, no. That would be too merciful. He simply pushed my undergarments to the side and pulled me closer, my slick cunt sliding over his length, wetting it as he let me feel the size of him, what I could get, but wasn't allowed. 'You aint to only woman in this cast.' His mouth trailed downward, lips following the valley between my breasts, the tip of his nose and chin collecting droplets of sweat along my skin.

His words stung, and even though I knew he only said them to rile me up, they worked. I didn't answer him, didn't deign to give him any words, but carefully began moving my hips instead, easing them into a slow rocking, and the few seconds I got were jaw dropping. I hoped he somehow just wouldn't notice, foolishly enough.

He hardened his grip, holding me steady, unmovable, as if he'd bound my lower body together aswell. 'Naughty fucking brat.' He leered.

Fuck, I just needed something, anything. The aching was building within me, unadultered want for pleasure. Pleasure which only he could give me.

'Fuck. Me.' It was an order, no sign of begging in my tone.

'Plead for me, woman.' He dragged the word out, chuckling. That ravenous grin on his lips he nipped at the soft flesh of my breast.

'Cocky bastard.' I scoffed, but yielded. 'Please. Fuck. Me.' But there was no weight behind them, the words fighting to stay in my mouth, coming out strained.

He cocked his head to the side, eyes searching my own as amusement filled them. 'C'mon now, you can do better than that.' He threw my words back at me.

But the desperation was seeping through my skin, into my quaking muscles and quivering bones. 'Please, please, please. . . Fuck me, Cooper. Oh, you big, famous movie star.' I whimpered. This time, meaning every word, although some in a more mocking fashion than others.

He faced me again, grinning as he shook his head in disbelief. 'Wicked fucking woman, I'll fuck some sense into you yet.'

'I dont think you have it in you, cowboy.' It took everything in me to keep my lips from curling into a smile-

Suddenly, I found my face pushed into the soft cushions of the couch. One hand pushed me down firmer by the neck, while the other lined himself up with my entrance. He stroked the tip through my folds, teasing me torturousley slow. The aching grew so strong I thought I'd break into a million pieces right then and there. 'Please. . .' I begged, the word half a whimper. '. . .please.' I had no self restraint left, no morals or standards to keep up. I just needed him, inside me. Now.

'About, damn time.' He pushed inside of me, wasting no time by setting grueling pace that had my body shaking. Muffled moans and whimpers escaped me, there was not a thought in my mind. No room for anything but him inside me. 'Yeah? You like that? Filthy girl. . .' He groaned, his hand colliding hard with my ass. The slap ringing out through the cabin, and it was glorious.

I nodded, or did the best I could while the force of his hold constricted my movements.

He hummed again, that low titillating hum. And leaned over me, bracing himself on the forearm that held my neck. His body laying flush over mine as his hips struck into mine, deeper, harder. His lips brushed against my ear, opening his mouth to whisper-

Raised voices, approaching, shouting outside the trailer. 'Better stay quiet now, sweetheart.' He breathed, and just then, out of spite, he struck into me harder, only to see if I could keep us secret. But I wanted to scream, needed to. So, I shoved my face into the cushion, muffling my crying out.

'Thats it. . . Good girl.' He praised, moaning the words against the shell of my ear. And as the voices approached, he slowed the thrusting, keeping the depth but dimming the strength. Softening the loud lewdness of our slapping bodies. His hand slid around my front, finding me clit with easy expertice. 'Good girl.' He breathed again, kissing my earlobe. As if it was my award for doing as I was told. 'Sticking my dick in you was all I had to do to fix that attitude of yours?' His fingers began rubbing circles over my clit, stimulating my already pulsating body further.

'Yes. . .' I whimpered, 'Yes, yes, yes.' And his hand moved to my throat, placing it between my jugular and jaw, tilting my face a sliver closer to his. 'Kiss me, please.' I pleaded, and he met my lips. His hungry, hungry lips surpassing the neediness my ownas be pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted heavenly.

The voices had passed since long, their drunk celebrating dissapearing beyond the lot. And his thrusts grew equally hungry once again, pushing into me, hitting my spot with reverance. The pressure was building, threatening to spill over the edge with every flick of his hips. 'Close. . .' I moaned into his mouth, my breath coating his lips.

'Yeah?' He moved his lips, kissing my cheek and down my throat.

'Yeah.' I shuddered, my whimpering indicating how close I was to release. The ramping, strained breaths between us almost sent me over the edge alone, white spots flecking my lids, lightning neighing in my nerves, the wall so close to collapsing-

And he pulled out, releasing my clit and pushed himself off of me.

No, no, no, Cooper please.' I whined, the pressure dissapearing, slowly seeping out into nothingness.

'There you go, sweetheart. Now you're pleadin' properly. . .' He basked in my despair, that smug grin of his adorning his face in all it's glory. He uncircled the rope, pulled me to his chestand twisted us, making us swap positions, with me once agains tradeling him as he laid on his back below me. 'Now ride me properly too.'

Oh I was, and I would get my revenge. I pulled my blouse and skirt off, I would have him pleading and squirming when I was done with him. 'That's more like it.' His eyes ravaged my body, staying longer on my nipples and hips, and cunt. 'Pretty little brat.' His tone so self-righteous it would've made me scoff, but I played along. Snaking my body against his, I wrapped my hands around his, finally able to touch him and pinned them both above his head. Then sat up and aligned myself with his length, slowly sinking down, greedily accepting every inch as he hissed. It dulled the pain he'd left me in, his member filling me up made me whole again.

But I wasn't done yet. Leaning in, I kissed him, distracted him, and carefully grabbed the discarded lasso. He would be pleading, he would.

And after a moment I sat back up, hands on his chest. Pushing him back down as he tried to follow me. Which is when he realised, that his arms wouldn't budge.

'Mmmh. . .' He chuckled, '. . .clever girl.'

I nodded, hands tracing down his sculpted abdomen. Transfering from his body to my own, I let them roam. Moving them along my hips, waist, stumache, breasts, throat. Just watching, enjoying every second of his growing displeasure, of his twitching and leaking inside me.

'Plead, cowboy.' I sqeezed my breasts, whimpering form the feeling. 'I'd much rather have you touching me.'

His lips drew into a thin line, hips bucking into me, slithering for any movement, any stimulation. 'It must be hurting.' I murmured, 'You can end it, just plead.'

His breaths were ragged, guttural and groaning. 'Cruel, cruel woman.'

'Now you're getting it.' I smirked. 'Plead. . .'

He scoffed, eyes hard as he opened his mouth, 'Please. . .' He mustered the word through clenched teeth.

Oh it felt amazing, the word as much as his member as I began moving along it, riding him. 'Fuck.' He grunted. 'When I get loose, girl-'

I laid my index finger against his lips, shushing him. Enjoying the sound of our wet squelching, his hard breaths and my own moans. I leaned down, my body rubbing against his while I kissed his chest and made my way along his collarbone.

'Why don't you give my lips some love too, girl.' He moaned, and I figured I could give him that at least. My lips met his jaw, bushed along his lips and then-

He grabbed me, locked his arms around my torso in a grip of steel, as he thrusted into me, rocking me violently into his arms.

'You really think I've never been tied up by a lover before?' He grunted, pushing his tongue into my mouth. And just like that, the pressure was rebuilt and released, washing over me in electric waves, shocking my body and nervous system.

'Easy girl, there you go.' He held me still, pecking me with kisses wherever he reached as he let my quivering body do what it needed, he himself coming moments later with a few last thrusts. And I collapsed on top of him, the strong rise and fall of his chest helping me calm my breathing.

'Wanna go again, movie star?' I asked.

'Which position, cowgirl?' He answered.

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Masterlist of Fallout (2024) fics

Cooper Howard/Fem!Reader

Bargain Sex

Knife Play

Facesitting

Jealousy & Marking

Overstim (Cooper receiving)

Spanking & Branding

Cockwarming

Erotic Cannibalism

Escape (CNC Play)

Bedside Manner (Sick!Reader)

Prostate Massage

Lasso/Rope Play

Nylon/Praise Kink

Spanking

Hold Em High (Ghoul/Reader/Lucy)

Cooper Howard Misc.

NSFW Alphabet

Gunplay (Gender Neutral Reader)

Trouble Like A Mugshot (Ghoulcy longfic)

Part 1: "Do you want to have sex?"

Part 2: Lucy is captured by human traffickers.

Part 3: Lucy discovers an old poster of Cooper in an abandoned bar.

Part 4: Cooper discovers Lucy "enjoying" herself after stitching up his coat.

Part 5: In the middle of a fight, Lucy and Cooper change their dynamic forever.

Part 6: Lucy and Cooper exchange gifts after a marketplace fight.

Part 7: An unfortunate accident forces both Lucy and Cooper to confront some truths about their relstionship.

Part 8: Lucy encounters the Legion and Cooper is forced to step in to save her.

Drabble: Sex Pollen

Drabble: Pointing The Finger

Drabble: Biting (Kinktober 2024)

Drabble: Showers and Ropes

Drabble: Gun Play

Maximus/Reader

Reader helping Maximus by showing him how to pleasure himself.

Cooper Howard/Robert House (RobCoop)

Bathroom Fuck

Card Games (Cooper/Reader/House)

(links will be updated as newer fics are posted 💖👀💦)

[acapelladitty]

Line Them Up

Pairing: Cooper Howard/GN!Reader

Summary - A teasing comment results in Cooper pushing his gun into your mouth and telling you exactly what to do with it. (a/n: It's a gunplay fic so if that ain't your thing then sorry 😈)

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Link to AO3

It was your own goddamn fault.

Teasing Cooper always contained an element of risk but that same risk is what made the reward all the sweeter. More times than not, a little ribbing went a long way and ended with you spread across his cock, his vicious mouth splitting its attention between your lips and your neck as he marked you up with a possessive frenzy.

So, maybe, in the grand scheme of things, telling him that you'd rather blow his gun than his cock was not the right choice to make given his already sour attitude due to a failed attempt at scoring some new meds for his stash.

Despite his size, he moves with a fluidity that never fails to catch you off-guard and his body is hard against your own as he knocks you to the floor - rolling you like an alligator with a fresh meal clamped between its teeth until your back is pressing to the filthy floor and his knees are splayed on either side of your hips.

"Gonna regret that comment, sweetheart."

Arousal flooding your gut, the surge of lust tightens your muscles as you make a show of struggling beneath him, fighting back a smirk as he leans down slightly atop your writhing frame.

His cock pressing hard and heavy against your stomach as he pins you in place, Cooper's lips are twisted into a sadistic grin and his bright eyes flash with arousal as he rolls the tip of his filthy pistol across your lips. Flecks of rust and blood break off across your chin as you stick it out with defiance.

"Now, I'm a fair man. So let's put your money where your mouth is. If you can take this little 'ol gun all the way in your mouth then we'll see about replacing it with something a bit easier to swallow." Cooper growls, accent growing thicker with each word as he settles into a familiar disciplinary role. "So, open up, darlin'."

Shuddering, your lips part and the cool taste of metal floods your senses as the barrel of the pistol quickly presses your tongue to the floor of your mouth. You feel trapped and helpless, the pressure of his body and the intoxicating danger of his pistol making your head swim and your toes curl against your shoes.

Sliding the barrel along your tongue, Cooper massages the tip of his gun against your buds - metallic and harsh, and so unlike anything else that you've experienced before. But you take it in stride, flicking the end of your tongue up to taste along the bottom of the barrel, mapping out every groove and indent as he watches you with darkened eyes.

"Good little whore." Humming his approval, Cooper flashed his teeth at you, the colour of them stark against his leathered lips. "You've done this before, I think. A seasoned pro almost. Maybe you do deserve my cock, what do you think?"

Unable to speak, you wrap your tongue around the tip of the gun and pull it deeper within your mouth - a move which scores a rumble of lustful approval from him as he leans in even closer. His face almost touching your own, you can feel the heat rolling off his body and see the slight flare of the ragged skin around where his nose should be as he inhales your scent deeply.

"Yeah. Suck it. Show me how good you can be."

Steeling your nerves against the slight urge to retch as he pushes the gun even deeper towards your throat, you tuck your thumbs within your palms and never shift your eyes from his gaze as you swallow down as much of his pistol as you can, arousal and anxiety making your body shudder and your brain feel fuzzy.

Show me how good you can be.

Teasing Cooper always contained an element of risk, but as you lay together less than an hour later, your throat feeling raw and used from the vicious and merciless battering of his cock against the sensitive skin, the deep look of satisfaction on his features as his head slips down towards your own groin was as sweet a victory as ever.

[thatwriterrosefics]

Double Penetration with Jonathan Byers & Argyle Perez Hernandez x OC (link to fic on ao3)

Day 6 of Kinktober 2023

Summary: Daisy admits to Jonathan while they're getting high that she has a thing for him. Argyle agrees with his girlfriend and the two of them proposition him with a scenario Daisy had always wanted to be between two boys she found hot. Jonathan is more than happy to comply after all two is better than one.

Word Count: 3947

[orions-quiver]

Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)

Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Andrea Marowski

• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.

• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.

• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.

• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).

• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.

• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.

• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.

• He was mesmerized.

• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.

• "Danke, Andrea."

• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ernst Schmidt

• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.

• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?

• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??

• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???

• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.

• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.

• It was cute and he couldn't complain.

• He did ask why though the next morning.

• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."

• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Niki Lauda

• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.

• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.

• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.

• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.

• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.

• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.

• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.

• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.

• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

• "I see you found my helmet."

• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"

• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Laszlo Kreisler

• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.

• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.

• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.

• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.

• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.

• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."

• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.

• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.

• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."

• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.

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Dating Headcanons for the Danny Bunch

Here I present some general headcanons for what dating some of our favorite boys would include. Our boys up for bat are Alex, Fredrick, Zemo, and Paul. Headcanons start under the cut! Want to see specific headcanons? Send an ask!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Alexander Kerner

• Alex is definitely a soft boy through and through

• He's a very affectionate partner. He loves to cuddle and shower you in affection. Alex seems absolutely touch starved at times.

• Anything can rile him up. Alex is definitely always up for sex, he's kind of insatiable in that regard.

• He also cannot for the life of him keep his hands off of you. If you are in touching distance he will not hesitate to hold your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulder.

• Alex is very much a clingy bf but he's absolutely precious.

• "How was your day?"

• "Why don't you sit down, I'll get us something to drink."

• He fawns over you to the highest degree. This boy cannot shut up about you.

• This one has wife energy, y'all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Fredrick Zoller

• Fredrick is extremely possessive. When out in public he makes it very obvious that you're with him and he avoids advances others make towards you at all costs like the plague.

• One of his favorite things to do is take you to the cinema to watch all of the latest films that catches your interest.

• At high profile events he keeps you within arm's length. He doesn't want to lose you in the sea of people.

• He's fairly reserved in his affection all things considered when in the public view, but when that door closes he's all over you.

• He's very sweet but has a definite and defined edge. As someone who needs to maintain control in the public eye he will notice immediately when you step out of line in your role. Behind closed doors can be a much different story depending on the dynamic of your relationship.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Helmut Zemo

• Now this one...this one is literal royalty and he treats you as such.

• Zemo will shower you in gifts. He loves to spoil you and make sure you neither want nor need because you have it all.

• Everytime he hears you refer to him by his first name he melts.

• "Helmut? Can you get this blanket in the linen closet for me?"

• Cue his low-key but well hidden scrambling to do what you asked because how could a man say no when an angel like you says his name in a voice like that?

• Zemo has a laundry list of pet names in both his native Sokovian and in German. He loves to fluster you by speaking in Sokovian when you're in public with him.

• Expect a lot of teasing from him. An ungodly amount of it that leaves you annoyed, frustrated, or flustered while this rat bastard just smirks with that satisfied little head tilt of his.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Paul Krantz

• Paul (being the nervous and bright blushing virgin he is) tends to be timid at times when wanting to be affectionate. It's truly endearing how he will brush his pinkie against yours when you're sitting together with a blush as you let him take your hand.

• Ultimately you initiate a lot of the affection that happens. It's not that he's opposed to it, this baby just doesn't really know what to do with himself.

• Paul being the epitome of a soft, shy poet he is will fill up papers with poems about you and for you. Expect finding scraps of paper or envelopes around your shared space filled with his writing.

• His kisses are always gentle and he tends to shake. It makes you smile when he initiates the kiss even if it's a bit clumsy from his anxious nature.

• Paul is very much still a protective bf when it comes down to it. He can and will throw hands if he needs to.

• "Would you like me to read to you?"

• "Who would you like me to read from my love?"

• Like Alex, Paul is grade A+ wife material. Wife this one up and never let him go.

[malethirsty]

Explosive Tension: Owen Hunt

Broken Fences Need Mending 

Summary: You & Owen Hunt had chemistry, and you were both close to blowing. When you go over to his apartment to apologise, you discover that exploding the tension is not a bad thing.

Warning: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1197079676167966722?s=21

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[malethirsty]

Explosive Tension - Owen Hunt

The Day After The Night Before

Summary: The phenomenon that many adults have to experience, but many dread: The Morning After. However you have more on the line, with a sour relationship with Owen turning into a night of passionate sex, will things go back to how they were, or could this be the start of something surprising?

Warnings: M/M smut (21), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1198630510487977984?s=21

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[chubbyreaderwriter]

Masterlist

American Horror Story

‘Bite Me’ - Elizabeth x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x James Part 1

‘Bite Me’ - Part 2

‘Bite Me’ - Part 3

‘I Like Your Hands’ - Jimmy Darling x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Mine to Keep’ - Sally McKenna x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Play House’ - Dandy Mott x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Play House - Part 2’

‘Love is Blind’ - Cordelia Goode x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Country Love’ - Misty Day x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

AHS - Evan Peters #1

AHS - Evan Peters #2

AHS - Evan Peters #3

AHS - Evan Peters #4

AHS - Evan Peters #5

The Witcher 

‘Songbird’ - Jaskier x Chubby’Plus Size Reader

‘Nurse Witcher’ - Geralt x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Oh Shit’ - Jaskier x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Marvel

Avengers

‘Soft’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Jealousy’ - Thor x Chubby/Plus Size Reader Part 1

‘Jealousy’ - Part 2

‘Workout’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Beautiful’ - Tony Stark x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Diet?’ - Thor x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Scales’ - Peter Parker x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Pretending’ - Carol Danvers x Chubby’Plus Size Reader

‘Just In Time’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘She’s Mine’ - Peter Parker x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘What?’ - Tony Stark x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘PJs’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Accidents Happen’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Dangerous’ - Natasha Romanoff x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Hands Off’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Avengers Preference #1

Avengers Preference #2

Avengers Preference #3

Avengers Preference #4

Avengers Preference #5

Avengers Preference #6

Avengers Preference #7

X Men

‘Sweet’ - Erik Lehnsherr x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Perfect’ - Charles Xavier x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘New Guy’ -  Peter Maximoff x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Oblivious’ - Peter Maximoff x Reader

X Men First Class Preference #1 

X Men Headcannon

‘Mirrors’ - Logan Howlett x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

'Try, Try Again’ - Charles Xavier x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Guardians of the Galaxy 

‘Misunderstandings’ - Nebula x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

'Too Long’ - Yondu Udonta x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

'Too Long’ - Part 2

Hellboy

‘Little Red Dress’ - Hellboy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Weightless’ - Hellboy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

'Hidden Feelings’ - Hellboy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Justice League (2017) 

‘I Need Friends’ - Barry Allen x Chubby/Plus Size Reader Part 1

‘I Need Friends’ -  Part 2

‘I Need Friends’ -  Part 3

‘Double Trouble’ - Arthur Curry x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x Mera

Sherlock

‘Simply Gorgeous’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Here Comes Trouble’ - Greg Lestrade x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Intruder’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Matchmaker’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Don’t Panic’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Sherlock Preference #1

Sherlock Preference #2

Sherlock Preference #3

Gotham

‘Dibs’ - Jerome Valeska x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Queen of Gotham’ - Oswald Cobblepot x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Together Forever’ - Edward Nygma x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Crazy’ - Barbara Kean x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Bright

‘A Friendly Face’ - Nick Jakoby x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Harry Potter

‘Swines’ - Severus Snape x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Changes’ - Draco Malfoy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Golden Boy’ - Harry Potter x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Joke’ - Sirius Black X Chubby/ Plus Size Reader Part 1, Part 2 Part 3

‘In Trouble’ - Parent Remus x Reader x Parent Sirius

'I Don’t Share’ - Tom Riddle x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

'Perfect to Me’ - Harry Potter x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Fantastic Beasts 

‘Cute’ - Newt Scamander x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Our Secret’ - Credence Barebone x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Sons of Anarchy 

‘My Lady’ - Juice x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

SOA Preference #1

[no longer taking requests for SOA]

[rivisions]

𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. ♡

small drabble song fic! inspired by wet dream (b/c harry styles covered it and i love it). i was going to do this with any JD chara, but, the bsf insisted it be sweeney so ;) song link! https://youtu.be/vMAPW7ZoOLw

paring . sweeney todd x reader

word count .

genre . mature. nsfw.

warnings . teasing, humilation-ish, wet dreams (obiv), pet names, masturbation and being caught masturbating, whimpering, slight choking kink.

you were asleep, fell asleep in your room, the faint gust of wind from your half-opened window blew in to keep you cool.

you fell asleep with the thought of him on your mind.

let's begin.

you were tossing, turning, legs caressing ever corner of your bed. it wasn't a nightmare, and it wasn't because you were hot.

you were having a wet dream-- about him.

you were half awake at one point, as your hand guided itself to your growing heat due to your own imagination.

touching yourself, touching yourself.

your eyes closed tightly shut, whimpering to yourself. index finger circling your clothed clit.

you were woken up abruptly, the sound of sweeney opening you're door, apologizing for waking you.

"sorry love, i-", he noticed how red you were, your panting, the way your hand was under your undergarments. he knew. shit.

"want to come home with me?"

"of course, just- just give me a minute", you took your hand out your pants, you were practically screwed, but went with it anyway. you got your things and followed him out the door as he shut it behind you.

here we go. here we go.

you reached his own abode, he walked you in, set his things down, as you sat down on his sofa.

you thought you were fine, that he maybe didn't know, until he walked up behind you. his hand molded over your neck as you lifted your neck back, gasping.

"what makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself?", he spoke huskily into your ear.

your eyes looked around the room, shut tight, thinking maybe he'd go away, but you really didn't want him to.

his hand stayed on your neck as he guided himself around the sofa to sit next to you, practically towering over you.

"darling, i've never seen anything so obscene", he spoke lowly.

you were red, blushing hard, at a loss of words and will to speak.

you let the way his hand guide itself down to your clit be the answer. you were unbelievably wet for him still.

"you were dreaming about me? my love-bird, we can't have you having to do these things yourself".

you nodded and leaned back, and let your whimpers and whines be your voice for the rest of the night.

[sweeneytodddemonbarber]

DAMN!!!!! THAT’S SWEENEY BUT MAKE HIM A WOMAN AND A LESBIAN!!!! 💛🏳️‍🌈

*chuckles* Absolutely! Never imagined myself as a woman but that’s creative, darling❤️‍🔥

@iloveyoutoinfinity

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🩷 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 🩵 𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 💛 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🔞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 🎀 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 🥀 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

🍼 𝐜𝐰: 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 | 🧸 𝐜𝐰: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

♡ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 🩷🔞 - You find out your ex cheated on you, and Johnny is right there to swoop you up with promises to fuck you so good you won't even remember your douche of an ex.

♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 🩷🔞 - He fucks you after an argument.

♡ 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐗 🩷🔞 - You're a pornstar, and you ask him to make a video with you. And who is he to deny you?

♡ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 🩷🔞 - He helps you relieve period related pain with some good old loving.

♡ 𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐥 🩷🥀 🎀- After finding out you can't have biological children, you know you have to tell your boyfriend, Johnny.

♡ 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 🩷🔞🧸 - Johnny's fascinated with your youth and beauty, it's such a stark contrast to his dark mind. He wants to absolutely ruin it until all you can do is crave him.

♡ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 🩷🎀 - On your 18th birthday, your high school boyfriend, Johnny, proposes to you in front of all your family and friends.

♡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? 💛🥀🎀 - Johnny comforts you through a panic attack.

♡ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 🩷🔞🧸 - Dancing with a stranger at a Hollywood party ends with a steamy hookup.

♡ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 🩷🔞 - Johnny bends you over and fucks you in front of a mirror in order to help you get over your body issues

♡ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 🩷🎀🍼 - Johnny watching you with his baby, being filled with an overwhelming feeling of love.

♡ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 🩷🔞 - You're desperate for his attention, and he gives it to you.

♡ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 🩷🔞 - His southern loving applies to more than tender hair care, it also extends to the way he takes you in bed.

♡ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 🩷🔞🧸 - After a messy divorce, Johnny finds himself being dragged to a strip club in an attempt to just get him to forget about his pain for one night. There he meets you; a pretty little dancer, one who will give him a night he won't forget.

♡ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒 🩷🔞 - Your best friend, Johnny, finds out about the dirty fantasies you've been having about him. Not only does he make you confess every single one, but he makes them a reality.

♡ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 🩷🔞 - After breaking up mid tour, Johnny still joins you as part of your band. But over the course of the remaining shows, he falls back in love with you, completely regretting his choice to end things with you.

♡ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒 💛🥀 - After meeting Johnny after your breakup, you can't help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach. But he's not yours to touch anymore.

♡ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🩷🔞 - Your virgin boyfriend cannot keep waiting to have you.

♡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 💛🔞 - At a Hollywood party, after your boyfriend, Johnny, keeps getting flirted with by every damn girl at the party, your jealousy gets the better of you, and you remind him that he's yours.

♡ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 🩷🔞🎃 - Watching horror movies with Johnny on Halloween turns into a night of teasing and pleasure

♡ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 🩷🥀 - Months of drifting apart and arguments have your relationship hanging on by a thread. You're tired, but you just can't seem to let him go. That is, of course, until he feels how you're slipping away and panics. From that moment on, he promised to make you fall for him, like it was in the beginning.

♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 🩷🔞 - Your relationship seemed so hopeless that you decided to go to couple's therapy. But even your therapist- Dr. Depp- could see your boyfriend didn't care, and he takes it upon himself to make sure you properly experience what being with a man is like.

♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 💛🥀 - You're an assassin hired to kill the famous Johnny Depp. As you get closer to him, your feelings get complicated. By the time you have to pull the trigger, you know you're in love with him. But one of you has to die tonight, and you don't know if it'll be him or you.

♡ 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 🩷🔞🧸 - After being away for months, his right hand just simply isn't cutting it anymore. And when he has you, best believe he won't be letting you go.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

♡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 🩷🥀🎀🍼 - Johnny Depp who didn't know he had a child

♡ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 🩷🔞 - Imagine having a threesome with him and his girlfriend.

♡ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 💛🎀 - Imagine being a famous singer and wanting to tie the knot with Johnny.

♡ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍 🩷🎀🍼 - Imagine Johnny Depp just being an absolute family man, and just wanting to keep adding to your little family.

♡ 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐔 💛🎀 - Vampire!Johnny Depp who turns you into a vampire like him, so you can spend the rest of your lives together.

♡ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 🩷🔞 - Imagine virgin!Johnny Depp absolutely not knowing what to do, but you're being patient with him and letting him experiment.

♡ 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 💛🎀 - Imagine living a quiet, domestic life with Johnny.

♡ 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 💛🎀 - Imagine Johnny letting you take a hit off his cigarette.

♡ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 💛🎀 - He's your best friend, but he's also desperately in love with you, yet you never seem to see it.

♡ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 🩷🎀🧸 - He teases you a bit about being a fangirl, before lots of loving ensues.

♡ 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 🩷🎀🧸 - Pet names that older bf!Johnny Depp would call you.

♡ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 🩷🎀 - What being married to Johnny would include.

♡ 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 💛🎀🧸 - You do pottery with Johnny Depp and it does not go as planned.

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 🩷🥀🍼 - Johnny accidentally missed the birth of your child.

♡ 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 💛🎀 - Johnny looking at you like you're his whole world.

♡ 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 🩷🎀🍼 - Johnny Depp who literally just won't let you lift a finger in regards to painting or building furniture for your nursery

♡ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒/𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 💛🔞🧸 - Family friend!Johnny Depp who teaches you a lesson in the backseat of his car.

♡ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 🩷🔞🧸 - Extension of family friends/brat taming, he finds out you were a virgin and he took your virginity in such a rough way.

♡ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 💛🎀 - Imagine being really sick and needing to go to the ER, and he helps you through it.

♡ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐀 🩷🥀 - Imagine being his girlfriend after Winona Ryder, and the public absolutely tears you apart.

♡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 🩷🥀🍼 - Imagine having an affair with a married Johnny Depp, only to end up pregnant.

♡ 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 💛🎀 - Imagine Johnny only having a Southern twang on his words when he's with people he's comfortable about, including you.

♡ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 🩷🎀 - Your whole little family going down with a cold, leaving Johnny to take care of both his girls.

♡ 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 💛🥀🎀- Being his sunlight through the trial.

♡ 𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🩷🥀🧸🍼 - Imagine telling older bf!Johnny that you're pregnant, only for him to be.. Less than happy about it.

♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 💛🎀 - Imagine a second chance romance with Johnny.

♡ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄 💛🎀 - Johnny sings "Let It Be Me" to you.

♡ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 💛🎀 - Being an age regressor/dreamer, and how he'd take care of you.

♡ 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐒 🩷🔞 - Overstimulation and oral sex.

♡ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 🩷🔞🎄 - Bondage with Christmas lights.

♡ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 🩷🔞🧸 - Professor! Johnny Depp rewards you.

♡ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 🩷🎀💘 - Cupid AU

♡ 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄 🩷🔞 - Teasing him by throwing your bra on stage at him.

♡ 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 🩷🔞 - Mutt hybrid! JD who tries to breed you

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

♡ 𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 🩷🔞🍼 - You're the pretty little wife of President Coriolanus Snow, but he needs an heir to his legacy, someone to pass the Snow name down to. After all, his children will rule the great nation of Panem one day.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

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♡ 𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 💛🎀 - You're the significant other (and editor) of Markiplier, and he notices that you've been overworking yourself.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

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𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 🩷🔞 - You just couldn't help but tease him, could you? It's okay, he's got measures to put you in your place.

♡ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 🩷🔞 - Tom Hanson takes your virginity.

♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 🩷🔞 - He fucks you in the back of his Mustang.

♡ 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 🩷🔞 - Doug walks in on you and Tom having sex.

♡ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 💛🎀 - After a close call with death, he confesses his love for you.

♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 💛🥀 - You've been lying to Tom for months about who you are, but even when the truth comes out, he still can't get you out of his system.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

♡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 🩷🩵🎀

♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 💛/🩷

♡ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐄𝐗 🩷🔞 - Arguing with him and it leading to the best make up sex.

♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 🩷🔞🎀🍼 - Him dealing with your baby fever, and eventually caving.

♡ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 💛🎀 - Getting married to Tom, and frustrating the hell out of everyone at work because of it.

♡ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 🩷🎀 - The detail and care he puts into your comfort while you're on your period.

♡ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 💛🎀 - Him with a partner that keeps him on his damn toes.

♡ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 💛🎀 - Tom's love languages, both what he gives and what he prefers to receive.

♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 🩷🔞

♡ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 💛🎀 - Seeing him in uniform for the first time, and going a little crazy over it.

♡ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 💛🎀 - What starts as a casual relationship so he's not lonely, ends with him falling in love with you, seriously.

♡ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 💛🎀🥀 - Nobody talks about how protective he would be after Amy's death.

♡ 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 💛🎀 - Him taking care of you while you're sick.

♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 🩷🎀 - Him teaching you how to use a gun and it backfiring on him

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

♡ 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 🩷🔞 - You wear his hat while riding him.

♡ 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 🩷🥀🍼 - After an attack on the Black Pearl leaves you seeking refuge on another ship, you become distraught at the lack of knowledge on the whereabouts of your husband, Jack, and the fear for the safety of your baby

♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐘 🩷🔞🧸 - After sneaking out of your manor, you stumble into a bar, looking for the attention of a rough and ragged man. There, you meet Jack Sparrow, who shows you all the ropes - literally and figuratively.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

♡ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 🩷🔞 - Jack Sparrow who eats your pussy like it's his only salvation.

♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 🩷🔞

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

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♡ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 💛🎀 - Sweeney never thought he'd love again, not after his wife and child were ripped from him, but then you come along.

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

♡ 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 💛🥀🎀 - After all your friends are murdered by Freddy Krueger, it's just you and your boyfriend- Glen- left.

♡ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 🩷🎀🍼 - Unexpectedly having to navigate a teen pregnancy with your boyfriend, Glen.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

♡ 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐘 𝐗 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 💛🎀 - He'll be your doom and gloom, if you'll be his summer sunshine.

♡ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 🩷🔞 - He shows you the difference between just straight fucking, and making love.

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

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♡ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 🩷🎀 - Imagine Spencer Armacost letting you shave his facial hair after a mission.

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 🩷🔞 - When too much alcohol and a needy wife combine, you end up driving Ichabod to do things that he would deem improper in public.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

♡ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 🎀💛 - Ichabod enjoys the simple things in life, namely you

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Johnny Depp Masterlist

everything is johnny x reader unless stated otherwise; my original female characters will always be black but every reader insert is ambiguous 

being an actress and starring in a movie with johnny

being johnny’s girlfriend and seeing the hollywood vampires perform

going on a family vacation with johnny

finding out you’re pregnant while filming pirates of the caribbean: on stranger tides ; pirates of the carribean: on stranger tides press tour (pt. 2)

power couple ; pt.1 ; pt.2 ; pt. 3 (getting your kids ready for bed) ; pt. 4 ; pt. 5 ; pt. 6 ; pt. 7 ; pt. 8 ; pt 9

having johnny as a stepfather

growing up depp interview (original female character)

moving on (original female character)

violette ; pt.2 ; pt 3 ; pt 4 (original female character) playlist for johnny and violette

dating johnny would include

just friends

new

long time, no see

what are friends for?

speak now or forever hold your peace

i’m sorry

running into your long lost father, johnny depp ; pt.2

reunited ; pt 2 

johnny singing your kid to sleep 

johnny being nervous about approaching you

watching one of johnny’s movies

taking pictures of your halloween costume for johnny

a relaxing day with johnny

johnny being captain jack sparrow in the bedroom

johnny with a shy director 

johnny with a voice actress wife

johnny with a wife who has a normal job

johnny helping reader get some sleep

johnny with a significant other who gets jealous

taking care of johnny when he’s sick

being an underrated actress and johnny defending you

johnny thinks he’s not good enough for you

dating johnny and having a large age gap

overhearing johnny admitting his feelings for you pt 1 ; pt 2

co-parenting with johnny

meeting johnny on a movie set

being johnny’s daughter and having a role in on stranger tides as a mermaid

johnny proposing at an awards show

johnny being a widower

single dad johnny

johnny doing an interview with his toddler daughter

being johnny and winona ryder’s daughter

johnny getting into an accident

johnny as a teen dad

soul mate au

captain jack sparrow x mermaid!reader

johnny with young!reader who makes him feel safe

johnny with autistic reader

having feelings for captain jack sparrow

being the adopted daughter of johnny and vanessa

being johnny’s daughter and having cancer

being johnny’s assistant with a traumatic past

living with your dad johnny while attending college

johnny being your child’s godfather

grandpa johnny

sidney depp pt 1 ; sidney’s instagram posts ; sidney’s ig posts (2) ; sidney’s ig post (3) ; sidney’s ig post (4) ; sidney’s ig post (5) ; sidney’s ig post (6);  sidney’s ig post (7) ; sidney updates pt 1 ; sidney’s ig post (8) ; sidney updates pt 2 ; sidney’s ig post (9) ; sidney ig post 10 ; sidney ig post 11 ; sidney updates pt 3; sidney updates 4; sidney updates 5 ; sidney’s ig post 12 ; sidney’s ig post 13

sidney depp character info

sidney depp trivia

sidney depp quotes

johnny going to sidney for support

sidney’s college life pt 1

sidney’s early life hcs

sidney meeting vanessa for the first time 

sidney’s first day of kindergarten

sidney’s filmography

simone and johnny reveal they’re back together (ft. sidney)

sidney and vanessa hcs

mother’s day post/simone reveal

simone and sidney bonding hcs

johnny and baby sidney (1995)

nick and sidney’s relationship timeline

nick and sidney headcanons pt 1 (wedding planning addition)

sidney and nick are married

the one where lily-rose misses her big sister

young sidney universe

young sidney #1