Johnny Depp Characters x Reader

Jack Sparrow | Part 1/1 | (Gender neutral)

You gazed out your window at the cool cloudy day as you closed up your book. The wind whistled against the door. At this point of time you lived by yourself, you had a husband though. Captain Jack Sparrow, he was unreliable, dishonest, immature, and unpredictable, yet you still, foolishly, fell in love with him. You tried not to think of him too often these days, he'd been gone for nearly a year with no word back. There was a great chance he was dead, maybe it was time to accept that.

You grazed into the kitchen, bored. There was a knock at the door. Excited, because you didn't get company often, you rushed over to the door with a smile. You opened the door, the smile left your face the instant you saw who it was. You weren't sure how to feel; anger, relief, glee? Anger won. You gave the guest a swift slap across the left cheek. He began a groan, but glee suddenly took you over. You grabbed his face and pulled him in, for a long awaited kiss. He pulled away, "You're giving mixed signals here, love" Anger quickly switched on again.

"You bastard! You left for a year and didn't even write me, I thought you were dead!" A look of confusion came across him, although that was often his expression.

"Well I'm here aren't I?" He began leaning in for another kiss but you instead grabbed him by his ear and pulled him inside.

" Ow, ow, ow, ow," He repeated until you let go of him in the living room.

"Explain yourself Jack Sparrow," You demanded as he sat down on an armchair.

"Cap-," He began to correct you, but quickly stopped himself after your glare. He raised his finger and took a breath in as if he was about to say something but he wasn't quite sure as to what to say. "Well, you see, there were these absolute assholes, giant assholes, well they were normal sized, but just real dicks" You motioned with your hand for him to go on. "And yeah," He smiled into your eyes. You tried your hardest to stay mad, but with Jack it was just impossible. He began to get up out of the chair, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him up quickly, making him stumble.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, his muscular hands grabbed your waist, pulling it into his. His lips were rough, and warm, most likely sunburnt. You were beyond happy to be reunited with your dear husband, back in his arms again. Feeling his scruffy facial hair against your face as he kissed you with great passion. His hands caressed your back, keeping you pulled in tight to him. You slowly pulled your lips apart. Staring into his deep brown eyes, you said, "I missed you Captain Jack," You smiled at him sweetly.

"I missed ya' more than that time I lost the Pearl," He replied. To someone else this might've seemed small, insignificant, but you knew how much that ship meant to Jack. You didn't have words to compete with that, but your eyes said it all.

"You must be tired Jack, go get into bed I'll be right there," He walked off to the bedroom, you went into the kitchen. You opened the cupboard and grabbed two glasses, and a bottle of rum. You filled your glass half full, but gave Jack a little more.

When you walked in Jack was facing the wall, taking off his shirt. There was a huge nasty bruise on his back. You handed him his glass and sat yours on the beside table. Sipping on his rum he watched you as you changed into your pyjamas. You didn't think you'd ever seen Jack wear pyjamas, it was either his pants or nothing. You crawled into bed with him, grabbing your glass on the way. "What happened to your back?"

"Horse actually," He said it so casually, as if it was normal to be kicked by a horse, for him it probably was. "Y/N look!" He pointed out the window. Gullibly, you whipped your head around to see what was out there. Jack took the glass out of your hand and finished off your rum, placing the glass back in your hand. "You finished your rum,"

"You could've just asked you know," You smirked at him.

"Well where's the fun in that love?" He blew out the candle on his side of the bed, and you blew out yours, setting your glasses on the tables. You lay down on his chest, your hand feeling his bicep. He ran his hand along your hair and you both drifted off. You slept with a smile upon your face. Thankful he was back, safe, in your arms.

Sorry I haven't published anything in a while... I've been pretty busy with school but I'll try to write more. Remember I'm also up for requests! I don't really like writing smut anymore though, but I will. Thanks for reading:)<3