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The Breakfast Club (1985) - Brian/Bender - Cleft Awareness Month Prompt 20 : Attractive

Warnings : Period-typical homophobia, multiple instances of the f slur Prompt : Character A has a cleft lip (palate is optional) and has long ago accepted that they won't ever be considered physically attractive because of their cleft (whether it's been repaired or not is up to the author). Character B challenges that notion Headcanons : Brian has a cleft lip, Queer!Bender, Autistic!Brian (if you squint)

Brian was never attractive, he understood that.

He was the only kid in town with a facial difference- Specifically, he had a cleft lip. It had been repaired, but the surgery left behind scarring and slight malformation that no one at school seemed to view as attractive.

Needless to say, he was also behind on having his first kiss.

None of that mattered, though. He didn't need to be attractive. He was a nerd and the president of the math club, so it's not like he would've been swimming in women anyway.

Then, Bender came into his life.

He had always been aware of the fabled John Bender who always brought a switchblade with him to school and had more detentions on his record than anyone, but he hadn't actually spoken to the other boy until that fateful Saturday.

Bender was... Not entirely what everyone had made him out to be.

Yes, he was a troublemaker, and he'd crossed many lines that he really shouldn't have, but deep down in there, he had a good heart, and this was made even more clear when he took the fall with Vernon to spare the others from getting in trouble.

Now, it was the next Wednesday, he was in the bathroom, and Bender was the only other boy in there.

"Hey, Brian" Bender spoke up as he leaned against the wall, staring at the shorter boy as he washed his hands. He was skipping class.

"Hey, Bender"

"You know that rumor going around about me?" Bender asked. "That I'm a fag?"

Brian winced. He'd overheard Andrew talking to all his jock friends about it, saying how Bender was even faggier in person. Brian didn't like that. He didn't think it was very nice of Andrew, and it was weird to him because he also knew Andrew now and he knew that Andrew wasn't that awful underneath his jock persona.

"Yeah" Brian nodded, shutting off the water on the sink and reaching for the paper towels.

"You know" Bender said and Brian flinched because now the boy's voice was right next to his ear. Bender was now standing right behind him. "I wouldn't say that the rumor is completely inaccurate"

"Um-"

"I'll be honest, Brian" he chuckled. "You don't look half bad yourself"

...

...

...

"I'm sorry?" Brian asked. Surely he wasn't hearing this correctly. Bender being queer? That made sense, sure. But why would Bender want him? "Are you sure you're not confusing me with someone else?"

"Positive" Bender smiled. The two just stood there for a moment in silence before Bender chuckled, ruffled the blonde's hair, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving a dumbfounded Brian Johnson staring at himself in the mirror, paper towels crumpled in his unmoving hands.

He was never attractive.

But now he was...

And to fucking John Bender, of all people!

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 31 cleft-centered prompts that you can find here

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omg...i saw ur kinktober thing and had to request 😇 there are not many fics of john bender (breakfast club) and i am DYING 4 some so....maybe a hand kink thing? like the reader really likes his hands and maybe praises/kisses/stares at them a lot and he catches on pretty quickly and gets all cocky abt it. that's. all 💖THANK YOU

thanks for the kinktober request! I'm obsessed with this prompt omg 🫣 and you're so right, there really isn't enough fics with him which is a shame because damn is he fine

Kinktober 2024 Day 3: John Bender with a gn reader who has a hand kink

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, hand kink, John is a cocky bastard, not really dom/sub dynamics but the reader does act a little desperate and pathetic here (sorry I couldn't resist), smoking (both cigarettes and weed), swearing, quickie/sexual activites done under the influence

It all started with a cigarette. Detention was dull as usual, and you were content to just sleep through the entire thing when Bender caught your attention.

"You're going to get into trouble if Vernon catches you smoking in here, you know," you pointed out as you watched him pull a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat pocket.

"Oh, please. I'm always in trouble, and you know it."

You opened your mouth to speak again, intending fully on giving a snarky retort meant to put him back in his place, but you found your words dying down in your throat the second your eyes locked onto his hands.

Swallowing thickly, you tried not to salivate at the mere sight of him lighting up a cigarette. Even after he put the lighter back down, your gaze stayed trained on his hands, silently observing the way he tapped the ash from the cigarette onto the floor.

"What's your problem?"

His voice quickly snapped you back into reality. You forced yourself to look away, trying to act casual and unbothered. "I don't have a problem, you have a problem," you muttered childishly under your breath in response.

Bender smirked as he watched you try to play it off. He didn't know what had you suddenly acting all flustered, but it amused him to no end. "Want a drag?" He questioned as he held out the cigarette in your direction.

"Oh, what the hell. Sure." You took the lit cigarette from him, your hand lingering in the air for a moment when your fingers brushed against his. Clearing your throat, you quickly looked away as you puffed on the cigarette.

You could tell that he was staring, but you were determined not to let it get to you. Once you were done with it, you handed the cigarette back to him, looking down while you did so. You tried to convince yourself that his hand brushing against yours for a second time was just an accident, but you both knew better.

While he obviously had his suspicions, he didn't know for sure what had turned you into such an adorable mess, and he didn't find out until much later, during one night when he decided to sneak in through your window.

"You're not smoking in here, John," you firmly stated when you saw him pull out a lighter after flopping down onto your bed.

"Relax, it's weed, not cigarettes." He chuckled at the way your eyes grew wide.

"That's worse! I don't want my parents to catch me getting high with some random delinquent."

"Aw, sweets, you're breaking my heart," he sighed in a sarcastic, overly dramatic tone as he started to roll a blunt. "Relax, it'll be fine. All you have to do is leave the window open for a couple of hours to air out the smell."

You wanted to chastise him, but you were much too enthralled in studying the way his hands moved.

Looking up, he gave you an arrogant smirk and asked, "See something you like?"

"Shut up," you mumbled as you gave him a slight pout. "I- I just like watching you do stuff with your hands, okay? They're really pretty."

"Mmhm." Bender let out a hum in acknowledgement at your words as he finished rolling the blunt. "There we go, all done. You can have the first hit if you're not too busy drooling over my hands to do it properly."

You gave him a light shove in response to his teasing. "I said shut up, John."

He merely snickered at your reaction, appearing unfazed when you shoved him. "What? It's the truth."

A blunt and a half later, the two of you were lounging on your bed. He was still puffing away while you sat curled up in his arms, admiring his hands again.

"They're just so pretty," you cooed in an affectionate tone of voice, the weed having fully kicked in by this point. He let out a slight chuckle while you took his free hand into yours, tracing your fingertips over the back of it as you stared in amazement.

"You know, I'd say someone has a little crush on me," he joked as he set the blunt down on your nightstand. "Or on my hands, at the very least."

You didn't say anything in reply, too busy pressing soft kisses to his fingers. "So pretty."

"Yeah? You think that they're pretty?" He was purposely trying to rile you up at this point, trying to see just how far you'd go in praising them when you were under the influence and not held back by your better judgement.

"Mmhm, I think that they're really pretty." You moved your lips from his fingers down to the center of his palm, gently nuzzling against the area as you placed kisses there.

It was hard for Bender not to act out on the sudden onslaught of unholy thoughts that emerged in his mind upon watching you worship his hands right before him. He shifted some in his spot on the bed, trying to ignore the shiver that went all the way down his spine and ended up in his pants.

"If you think they're pretty now, you should see what they can do under the covers." The words escaped from his mouth before he could stop them, but he couldn't exactly say he regretted it.

You merely giggled, seemingly amused by his suggestion, which he was pretty sure had something to do with the weed in your system. "I bet they'd be even prettier in action," you purred out in turn, nuzzling your face into his palm again before giving it another soft kiss.

He let out a low groan, moving his free hand to rest on your thigh as he pulled you closer onto his lap. "Careful, sweets. You keep that up, you might make me do something I'll regret," he muttered as he watched you.

"I think you know neither one of us would regret something like that happening," you replied with a cheeky grin as you looked up at him, shifting in his lap some.

All of the blood is his body seemed to rush downwards at that one simple action. His grip on your thigh tightened, causing you to moan.

"You know how hot you are, John. It's just not fair." The pout on your face as you spoke caused him to let out a laugh.

"Oh, yeah?" He pressed his chest to your back as he leaned in, tilting his head to leave a few teasing kisses on your neck.

"Yeah." It was hard for you to focus on speaking when he kissed you, but you were paying more attention to the way his hand was resting on your thigh anyway.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I think that it's cute just how worked up you get by a few brief touches alone." He moved his hand a little bit lower, brushing the tips of his fingers over the front of your pants. "Maybe I should make you beg for it."

The moan you let out brought a cocky smirk to his face. "You're doing this on purpose," you lightly complained while tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder, exposing more of your neck to him. He took the opportunity to drag his lips along your throat, softly kissing the area.

"Tell me how badly you want it," he demanded in a low whisper, his mouth right next to your ear as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was, the evidence of his own growing arousal currently being pressed against your ass.

"So badly," you breathed out in a hushed voice, your hand moving to rest on top of his as you tried to coax his fingers to touch you some more. "I- I need you, John. You know that."

Satisfied with your response, he allowed you to direct his hand further downwards, his fingers lightly dragging over your clothed sex. There was an unmistakable heat currently pooling between your thighs, one that let him know that his teasing was working.

You bit your lip to hold back a moan, acutely aware that your parents' room was just down the hall. The more he touched you, the more you shifted in his lap, which did nothing but rile him up even further.

"I'll make sure to be quick about it so you won't have to worry about your parents catching you in bed with a delinquent like me," he muttered next to your ear, his voice low and raspy.

It was a good thing your house didn't have thin walls, otherwise you had no doubt they'd be able to hear the creaking of your bed mixed in with the lewd noises the two of you were making.

"J- John, I- I think I'm getting close-" You warned, gripping onto his arm as a method to help keep you grounded as your hips repeatedly jolted forward into his hand.

"Shit, me too-" He used his free hand to turn your face so he could kiss you, both of your sounds of ecstacy getting swallowed by each others mouths so they wouldn't be overheard.

The room fell silent shortly after, your combined panting being the only thing that cut through the blissful aftermath of your orgasms. Your underwear felt sticky and wet, and you were certain his did, too, but you were still too high to worry about changing at the moment.

"We have to do that again some time," you mumbled in a tired voice as you moved around in his lap, curling up next to him. If you hadn't been so exhausted, the feeling of his hand holding onto your waist as he wrapped his arms around you would've been enough to get you ready for a second round.

"Of course we're going to do it again. We both know you can't resist me and my pretty hands," Bender replied in a proud tone, a cocky smirk on his face.

For once, you didn't protest. He was right, of course. You never could resist those pretty hands of his.

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Hii! I saw your post responding to the anon asking about other fandoms. And I was wondering if you could do general dating headcanons for John Bender from The Breakfast Club?

Thank you and take your time!! Have a lovely rest of your day 💕

love this prompt!! hope you like it!

Dating Bender hc's

One guess where you met

Yep, it was detention

You got in there for cheating on a test and he was simply serving one of the eight detentions he was given (yes, that's how many it added up to)

You hated him at first. All he did was make bad jokes and look at you in slightly uncomfortable ways

After spending a whole day with him in detention though you started getting used to him... you maybe even liked him a little

He didn't admit it at first but he did too... a couple weeks later though, he told you

You said you'd date him

The first couple of weeks you regretted it

He was an... interesting boyfriend

All he did was make jokes about you and look at you

Eventually though, he realized that wasn't ok with you

You changed him a lot. Because of you he stopped smoking, cussed less, and didn't cut class as much

You didn't tell him to do any of that, he just thought it would make you happy

He has absolutely no problem with PDA. Anytime, anyplace he will put his arm around you, hold your hand, everything

You will switch earrings sometimes (you insist on disinfecting them first though)

If you're ever cold, he's got you. That kid wears so many jackets, all he has to do is give you one and you're both good to go

If he ever gets detention you'll do something to get in there with him

Since there's a no talking rule, you pass notes. It's also just more fun for you two that way

After detention you two always go to a fast food place or something like that to hang out

You obviously could never go to his house to hang out and yours isn't much better so you two have a list of other places you always go to hang out

When you first started dating him you were scared he would try getting with other girls too but he actually hasn't done anything of the sort

In fact, if another girl even comes close to him he'll pull you closer and talk to you softly

If another guy comes close to you he'll drag you away and you'll tell him that you could've handled it but he'll just smile

He actually never talks about any of his exes (ahem, Claire...) but only because they don't matter

You're the best girlfriend he's ever had because you actually care about him

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Johnny boyyy!(bender)

THAT, my friend, is a FANTASTIC idea :D I like the way you think -3- So! Not really knowing what to write, I went to Pinterest for one of them Person A Person B prompts. I'll link the one I used. This is the one I used :D

Living in the Moment: John Bender x Reader

Pronouns for reader: She/Her

Relationship type: Platonic to Romantic, Friends to Lovers

General Idea: John and Y/N have been friends for years now. A duo of chaos, dare I say. The two once again get themselves into detention. But what happens when feigning a nap Y/N hears something she wasn't meant to hear?

Content Warnings: Drugs (It's a Breakfast Club fic... it's kinda in the terms and conditions), Bender being soft, swearing, (Y/N) doesn't hate Claire (that's a recurring theme in these fics for some reason. I actually really like Claire)

(Nobody's POV)

"We pretty much asked for this detention served to us on a silver platter." (Y/N) says, hands in her pockets as she walks to Shermer High School. She turns her head to her friend, John Bender, who was walking beside her.

"It's worth it though." He says, fishing around in his pocket for his sunglasses. It wasn't sunny out at all, he literally only ever wore them to piss off Vernon. He takes another pair out of one of his coat pockets and put them on (Y/N)'s head. He flicks them so they slide onto her face, causing her to laugh.

"John!" She laughs in mock offence, taking bits of her hair out from behind the sunglasses. The two walk into the library and sit down next to each other, their movements pretty much in sync. A few people were also in detention. People (Y/N) recognized as Brian Johnson; a nerd she had physics with, Claire Standish; a girl who (Y/N) had respect for but never bothered to talk to, Andrew Clark; an kid on the wrestling team who was similar to Claire in (Y/N)'s eyes, and Allison Reynolds; someone (Y/N) had talked to a few times... but never had a real conversation with.

Vernon walks in and stands, just looking at the mini crowd of teens in the library. His eyes set on (Y/N) sitting next to Bender and laughs humorlessly. "On your feet (L/N), you're sitting somewhere else."

"I can sit where I want." She retorts, folding her arms over her chest. "It's a free country." Vernon yanks her out of her seat and she starts to sit at the desk behind John, to which Vernon snaps.

"Next to her." He points towards Allison, who snaps her head up instantly. (Y/N) does as she's told, but devises a plan to reunite with her friend once the dictator leaves.

"Well... here we are. I want to congradulate you for being on time." Vernon says, his tone of voice being slightly degrading.

"Excuse me, sir?" Claire raises her hand. "I think there's been a mistake. But, um... I don't think I belong here." John and (Y/N) exchange a look that says "Oh dear God" . Vernon is unfazed by this.

Vernon goes on to talk about how everyone has pretty much 9 hours to be in here and that we have to do a 1000 word essay on who we think we are. When Vernon leaves, (Y/N) scoots herself right back to her original spot. A few hours goes by; John bullies Claire and Andrew, Allison draws and using her dandruff as a art utensil, and Brian was.... well Brian did whatever Brian does.

Once hour 2 hit, all (Y/N) wanted to do was sleep. She layed her head on the table and she drifted off to sleep.

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·

(Y/N) feels herself drift back into consciousness, but keeps her eyes closed. "You're really pretty." She hears the breathy whisper of Bender. It's almost completely silent, and she probably wouldn't have caught it if she wasn't hyper-aware of his voice. "God I love you..." He whispers. She feels his fingers brush some hair out of her face, then it's silenced again.

"WAKE UP!" The cold voice of Vernon shoots (Y/N) up and almost 10 feet out of her seat. "(L/N) didn't I tell you to sit somewhere else?" (Y/N) looks around and points to herself innocently.

"Who, me?" She says, playing dumb. "I don't think so, sir." John and Andrew snicker at her antics.

"Don't play dumb with me, girl." Vernon threatens.

"I'm not, Dick. Can I call ya Dick?" She says, smiling innocently. Vernon doesn't have time to respond before (Y/N) continues. "Why would I play dumb anyways? I'm a smart girl with potential. Now Miss Standish here." She starts, gesturing towards Claire. The redhead whirls right around and makes a nasty face towards (Y/N). (Y/N) ignores it and continues her shenanigans. "She would play dumb to get what she wants, it's written all over her face!"

Vernon doesn't respond, but instead just says: "Alright girls, that's 30 minutes for lunch."

"Here?" Andrew asks.

"Here." Vernon says, firm in choice.

"Well," Andrew starts. "I think that the cafeteria is a more suitable place to eat lunch in, sir."

"Well I don't care WHAT you think, Andrew." Vernon starts. John gets a sparkle in his eyes and opens his mouth to speak. (Y/N) leans back, ready for what was about to go down.

"Uh, Dick?" John says. "Excuse me, Rich... Will MILK be made available to us?"

"We're extremely thirsty, sir." Andrew piggybacks off of John.

"I have a very low tolerance for dehydration." Claire says.

"I've seen her dehydrated, sir." Andrew says, nodding. "It's pretty gross."

After a whole scenario and a half, everyone has a coke and a lunch. Everyone eats together, John and (Y/N) being without meals. "Ya wanna do something stupid?" John whispers to his friend, his breath tickling (Y/N)'s face.

"Oh always, Dear." She says dramatically. The two start to stand up and walk out of the library.

"H-hey, we aren't supposed to do that." Brian starts.

"Relax, Peewee." John says. "We're just going to my locker. Nothin' special."

"Why? You got drugs in there or something?" Andrew asks condescendingly. (Y/N) giggles.

"Something like that."

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·

John, (Y/N), Brian, and Claire sat in a circle, smoking joints and laughing. (Y/N) takes a hit off of her and John's shared joint, John's arm around her shoulders. Claire takes a hit off of hers and coughs.

"Chicks cannot hold they smoke." Brian says in a goofy voice, sending (Y/N) into a fit of giggles. "That's what it is."

Brian and Claire go off to Andrew and Allison, leaving John and (Y/N) alone. Bender, of course, can't help but admire (Y/N) momentarily before she says something.

"Did you mean that?" She asks, looking up at him. John looks at her odd. "What you said?"

John takes the joint from her fingers and moves it away from her. "AAAAAlright no more dope for you." He jokes. He looks at his friend's face, realizing she was dead-serious. "What do you mean what I said?"

"That I'm pretty and that you love me." (Y/N) says before repeating her question. "Did you mean it?"

John feels himself go bright red in the face. Part of him wanted to just skip over the question and blow it off. But something on her face (and also the marijuana) made him finally respond with the truth. "Yeah, I meant it."

"In a friend way?" (Y/N) asks. John REALLY wants to lie here, but he's too hopped up on weed and the feeling of (Y/N)'s body snuggled into his that he just responds with the truth, even if it feels like it's against his own will.

"No."

The two sit in silence before (Y/N) breaks it. "I love you too, John." She whispers. John turns to look at the girl. "Not in the friend way." The two sit in a content silence. They didn't need to speak any words, nor engage any actions. They were more content than any words or actions could ever activate.

After a few moments, (Y/N) leans her head on John's shoulder, and he rubs (Y/N)'s arm with his thumb, sharing the joint until it's gone. They stay like this for a while, just living in the moment.

Cuz at the end of the day, that's how John Bender and (Y/N) (L/N) roll. They take things wherever fate takes them. Sometimes it takes them somewhere fantastic, other times it takes them into some deep shit. But between us, I don't think they cared. They just liked to live in the moment.

A/N: Wow, OK that was longer than I thought it would be XD But I had to add the Brian High scene (it's my favorite in the whole movie). I actually really liked writing Y/N's character (even if I almost wrote my name more times than I can count). But yeah, more content soon :)

~Squeed

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20 smut pls

20. Say that again.

i'm going to hell but at least i'll get a good tan...

idk what jj actually stands for but go with it, please

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john james - prompt 20

“What does JJ stand for?”

You look to your boyfriend as you ask. The two of you are lounging on the front of the boat as it’s tethered to the jetty of the Chateau. Both of your legs are outstretched; sat side by side. In your hand is a bottle of beer and in his, a joint.

“John J.”

“And the second J?”

“James,” he clarifies, turning his head away from the horizon to look at you. “John James Maybank.”

“That’s like a tongue twister,” you chuckle.

He grins. “Say it five times, fast?”

“John James Maybank, John James Maybank, John Jay Baymank—”

The two of you laugh and you shake your head at the silliness. Uncrossing then recrossing your ankles, you have another swig of your drink. Leaning your head against his bare shoulder, enjoying the last few rays of sunlight before dusk, you smile. JJ presses a brief kiss to your forehead.

“When’d you become JJ then?”

“After I met John B,” JJ said. “Made it easier to tell which one of us was being yelled at by his dad.”

“I’m guessing it was always you?”

“Usually, yeah,” JJ confirms with a chuckle, making you laugh.

“John B and John J. The two Johns.”

JJ sniggers at that, pressing another kiss to your head.

“You’re so weird,” he lovingly tells you. Hooks his spare arm around your waist, letting his hand comfortably rest on your thigh. As JJ takes another drag of his joint, the conversation drifts away with the waves.

You half forget that you’d even asked until a couple of days later. It’s when the two of you are fooling around at his house.

His dad’s out on a bender somewhere (probably Barry’s) and JJ clearly has plans to take full advantage of the empty house. He’s already gone down on you in the kitchen, with you perched on the counter. The only thing that kept you from falling onto your back was the tight grip one of your hands had on the rim of the kitchen top, the other uselessly grasping at his hair. JJ then practically manhandled you onto the sofa in the sitting room, kicking away empty cans and tossing an old t-shirt to the side to make space. A messy make-out driven purely by the haze of pleasure. You’d returned the favour then, giving him head as he sunk into the tired couch, his head resting back on the top of it. You loved the sounds he made; loved how he wasn’t quiet with it. How he’d chant your name and mumble out his little praises (‘taking me so good, baby.’). You even loved when he got a little mean. The way he’d tug tightly on your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail, and force you down so you’d deepthroat him. He’d never hurt you, though. Would stop if you told him to.

You want him to finish there and then but clearly, he has other plans. JJ forces you off him, somewhat reluctant to do so, and you crawl up to kiss him again. Finally, your t-shirts tugged off, and you happily do the same with his. His fingers move around to unhook your bra, but he’s shaking from edging and can’t do it, making the two of you laugh breathlessly. You do it for him, tossing it to the side, and JJ’s thanks is focused to your chest. Kisses that’ll bruise and the gently teething against the flesh that has you groaning. Your head tumbles forward to rest on his shoulder, hands lopping around his neck, fingers weaving into his hair. Subconsciously, you rock against his hard-on, your slick risking him slipping in. The moment he teases at your entrance you’re moaning. Thoughts are a blurry, incoherent mess in the fog of the amorousness, and for some reason a name slips into your mind and tumbles desperately out of your mouth like a plea.

“John.”

JJ stops his assault on your chest with a breath. It’s like that brings you back to reality a little. You catch onto what you’d just said. Before you can think about it too much or wonder why exactly you’d thought to call him by his first name, JJ’s pressing his forehead against yours, kissing at your mouth with a new heat. Okay…

“Say that again,” he mumbles against your lips. It’s a demand. You can’t help but smirk.

Shifting against him again, basking in his desperate whimper that it elicits, you move to kiss at his jaw, working your way up to his ear. You nibble at his earlobe a moment.

“Want you to fuck me, John,” you whisper.

His hands tighten on your waist, firm enough to leave a mark, and you can’t help but giggle knowingly. Who knew that there’d be more things that could get your boyfriend fired up? It’s like you’ve just overturned a rock that had been outside of your house for the past five years, only to find a secret spare key.

He’s hauling you up as he stands (your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist) and then he’s placing you, only semi-gently, to lie on the floor. JJ half-arsedly shoves some junk out of the way; takes a moment to grab a pillow from the sofa for you to rest your head on. But you don’t have the patience for it. You need him now. Pulling him down by his face, hands cradling his jaw, he gladly kisses you back. Not breaking apart, he finally slides into you. You’re practically soaked and he fits in so easy it has the both of you moaning.

“Thank fuck for the pill,” JJ rasps against your lips.

Your chuckle barely lasts a second. JJ starts fucking into you, fast and hard, and you’re not surprised if your eyes don’t roll up into the back of your head. Your hands scramble for purchase; one comes to claw at his back, at the skin of his shoulder blade, and the other moves around the floor before coming to grasp at the foot of the coffee table. He’s grunting, loud and fervent, his head dropping down near your shoulder. One hand cages you in as he holds himself up by the arm, right next to your head, and the other is gripping your hips all mean-like. The sounds you’re making feel detached from you: gasps and moans and pants. There’s no other thought in your head apart from how fucking good everything feels.

“You close?” JJ asks, almost right in your ear.

You nod. Clench around him. He moves his hand from your hip to rub at your clit. It has your back arching, your knees bending, toes curling. It’s like he made you from how well he knows your body. Drew you into existence and willed you to life. Needing him closer somehow, you pull his lips to yours, tethering your fingers into the strands of his hair. The kiss is practically useless, with how much the two of you are moaning, but you don’t want it to end. You don’t want him to pull away but you also want to come so bad it almost hurts.

“JJ, please,” you whine desperately.

“Fuck,” JJ gasps. His rhythm’s faltering. He’s getting tired and he’s so close that he can barely hold it together.

In fact, he doesn’t. He comes with a broken moan of your name, shuddering against you, panting against your neck. You let him catch his breath a moment, indulge in his kisses, knowing that he’ll take care of you once he can breathe again. Pulling out of you, making you gasp, he slips two fingers inside. It’s filthy, the sounds it makes, the mix of the two of you, and the thought alone has you teetering on the edge as he fingers you. JJ kisses at your neck the way he knows you like. Rubs at your overstimulated clit. You come with an almost inaudible gasp, eyes clenching shut. JJ’s chuckle against your throat is dark and muffled by your skin.

“Good fucking girl,” he mumbles into your ear. That has you clenching again, around his drenched fingers, and JJ chuckles again. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

You laugh through a breath. Guess that makes the two of you even now…

[bloody-cupcakes]

smacks this fic on the table

https://www.tumblr.com/bloody-cupcakes/753689763596353536/hello-can-i-request-something-with-jd-with-a?source=share

hihi hello hai

do u think u could write smth like this but w john…👁️👁️

Assuming you're meaning john bender from the breakfast club yes I can! I started writing something else but it ended up taking a mind of it's own and sort of spiraled out of control and away from the original prompt so if you're wondering why this has taken so long that's why 😭 I plan on posting the other one soon though if you're interested. Also I feel like this isn't very good?? Idk

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, yandere for yandere nonsense, both Bender and the reader are kind of crazy but the reader is a lot more obvious about it, swearing, mentions of underage smoking (weed and cigarettes), light stalking, implied/referenced abuse, mentions of violence/fights/implied murder

There were typically only two types of kids who ended up in detention: good, decent ones who made an honest mistake, and delinquents who either purposely got detention or didn't really give a shit. Bender was the second one, obviously.

When you first showed up in detention, he thought for a split second you might be the first type. That was until you looked over at him with eyes that were full of mischief and chaos, immediately giving you away.

"Hi," you greeted him like it was nothing. You were sitting at the desk in front of him, but you had turned around in your chair so you could stare at him like some kind of attention starved puppy.

He just looked at you for a second with a raised eyebrow, having no idea what to think. "Uh, hi." You were definitely cute, and you didn't seem to have a problem talking to him even though he was widely known throughout the school to be a criminal, but something about you was off, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It intrigued him.

"I really like your hair. It looks really soft." Being socially aware seemed to be something you clearly knew nothing about, because who starts a conversation like that? No one that was considered "normal" by that school's standards, he could tell you that much.

"Can I...?" You asked vaguely, trailing off while you reached your hand forward, as if you wanted to touch him. Part of him wanted to be annoyed, another part wanted to mess with you so badly, but eventually it was the third part of him that won out. As much as he tried to, he couldn't find it in him to care.

"Yeah, sure." He leaned forward and tilted his head down, allowing you to touch it. He heard you let out a gasp of delight before you moved your hand to rest on top of his head, gently stroking his hair.

The giggle you let out made him smile, even though he'd deny it if you ever asked. Once you were satisfied with touching his hair, you pulled your hand away and went back to staring at him.

Bender didn't think anything of it, thinking that maybe you were just kind of weird, which you definitely were, as it turned out, because you spent the entirety of detention bothering him. You were constantly asking what he was doing, and even when you weren't directly messing with him you still didn't leave him alone, choosing to just sort of stare in his direction. Other people might've been unnerved, but he didn't care too much.

He thought that once detention was over that'd be the last he'd see of you, but it turned out he was wrong when you started showing up in the school parking lot during lunch to get high with him and skipping class to join him with whatever random thing he was doing.

No matter what he did, you were there. He even caught you breaking into his locker a few times and trying to follow him home. The locker thing didn't bother him that much, since he knew you wouldn't snitch on him for having weed, but there was no way he was going to allow you at his house. It was hard having to tell you to leave him alone, but it was even harder having to imagine you littered with bruises and cuts because his dad had an off day.

That didn't mean you couldn't hold your own, however. He knew you could because he'd seen you yell at other students and even teachers for the snide comments they made about him. You were always so adorable whenever you threatened to get violent.

Despite that, he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself if you ended up getting hurt because of him. He'd already been in detention more than once for getting into fights with people who made fun of you for how "crazy" you were, something that he just didn't see. How could anyone not fall in love with that slightly unhinged look in your eyes?

One thing he never did have to worry about was spending detention alone, because unlike him you had no clue how to act natural whenever you were doing something you weren't supposed to. Whereas he could get away with certain things due to being clever enough, you couldn't because of how visibly insane you were. Sometimes you were given detention for no reason at all, it just seemed to be a precaution they were taking.

"I want you to tell me if they hurt you again," you suddenly demanded one Saturday while the two of you were hanging out in the library during said detention. "Your parents, I mean. Or Vernon, or anyone. You protect me, so I want to be able to protect you."

"I don't need you to protect me," Bender replied with a scoff as he lit up yet another cigarette. He didn't miss the glare in your eyes that formed at his words.

"I don't care if you need it or not," you practically snapped in reply. Other people would fear for their safety if they heard you use that tone directed towards them, but he was used to your temper flares by now. "I just- I want you to know that I care about you, y'know? And that I can keep you safe."

He paused upon hearing your words, thinking them over some before letting out a sigh. As much as he wanted to tell you to mind your own business, he knew you'd find out sooner or later. "The gym teacher threatened to break my nose for making him look ridiculous in front of the other kids," he muttered as he stared down, his cigarette momentarily forgotten.

Your gaze softened as you watched him, knowing how much it took for him to admit it. "I'm sorry that happened to you, John. I'll make sure to take care of it, okay?"

The way you said his name made his heart beat faster, an affectionate gleam in his eyes as he looked up at you. "I know you will. Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you, either."

Letting out a devious giggle, you gave him a twisted smile that would send other people running for the hills but only made the butterflies in his stomach get worse. "Believe me, I'm not the one you need to worry about."

A couple days later, said gym teacher ended up going missing. Several people were questioned by the police as they tried to find out what happened, including you two, but eventually they hit a dead end and were forced to file what happened under the cold cases.

You were right when you said you wanted to protect him, and unlike other people you made sure you followed through with it. I guess it didn't hurt to have someone that was considered crazy care about you.

[anhedcnias]

*     ◟    :    〔   mackenyu arata  ,      cisgender man    +   he/him    〕bitto   mori ,      some say you’re a  twenty-eight   year   old  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  unsentimental  and  insouciant,  one can’t help but think of  code   mistake   by   corpse  when you walk by.    are you still a    motorcycle mechanic at  lower eastside choppers motorcycle shop & assassin for the dead hand,     even with your reputation as the bitter aftertaste?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    chance   occurrences   of   slicked   back   hair from a switchblade comb,   fever   dreams   of   ceaseless   running   into   scraped   knees   and   coming   to   with   bloody knuckles,  a   ferric   heart   beating   stubbornly   and   hard as   iron,    although we can’t help but think of dallas winston ( the outsiders ), john bender ( the breakfast club ), kenickie murdoch ( grease )     whenever we see you down these rainy streets. 

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ALL THREADS

ALL STARTERS

ALL MEME DAY PROMPTS

CHARACTER STUDY

AESTHETICS & VISAGE

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

general aesthetics. cyberpunk & crust punk meets biker “The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.” the scent of. playful cardamom and leather musk as it exudes an initial air of arrogance bitter aftertaste. the lingering emotions left behind after a particular event or decision that create a sense of regret, sorrow, or disappointment. parallells. dallas winston ( the outsiders ), john bender ( the breakfast club ), kenickie murdoch ( grease ) here is his pinterest here is a playlist 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

full name.  bitto mori - call him bit

current age.  twenty eight

date of birth.  december 2

place of birth.  new york

nationality.  japanese american

ethnicity. japanese

hair color. jet black

eye color. brown

height.  5′ 10″

occupation. motorcycle mechanic

known languages. english & japanese

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

hobbies. working with his hands, collecting weapons- knives and firearms, paintball, shooting ranges, camera photography (anything with a scope) drinking, shooting video games, tinkering with old bikes, fixing/restoring pinball machines, motorcycling, boxing, shadow boxing, and lifting.

habits. not minding his own business, having youngest child syndrome, holding onto over-worn clothes and not letting go of possessions, speaking over people or disregarding their opinions if he doesn’t agree with them, complains a lot, pessimistic, atheistic, and skeptical of people who smile too much, smokes a lot, falls asleep with the television on,  skipping meals (on accident) and spends most of his time in his work garage.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

THROUGH THE EYES OF A LEGACY MEMBER OF THE DEAD HAND, YOUR FATHER

the dominion of your name leaves an indelible mark on those who cross your path. your fealty transcends all other allegiances, as you genuflect before the sovereign, destined to shield him at every conceivable opportunity. as a legacy member, you epitomize the embodiment of what every leader aspires to have—a paragon of loyalty and unswerving dedication. the vast and profound shadow cast by your influence extends across the tainted realm, serving as an inspiration to those beneath you in the ranks. your loyalty is not a one-sided covenant; it reciprocates, fostering an unbreakable bond with those who stand steadfastly at your side. in the intricate dance of alliances, you comprehend the sanctity of blood, a visceral understanding that transcends mere kinship. pound by pound, blood for blood, the familial bond is sacrosanct, and you are cognizant of the irreplaceable importance of family ties. the extent of your commitment is epitomized in your willingness to sacrifice, symbolized by an unwavering devotion to your chosen brother—the kingpin whose dominion is intertwined with the very ichor coursing through your veins. for him, you wield the cudgel against competitors, and your commitment goes beyond words; you are prepared to spill your own blood in defense of his legacy. your dominion is characterized by a mastery of control and an unwavering allegiance that transcends the commonplace. renowned for your astute stratagems and strategic brilliance, you navigate the labyrinth of the underworld with a demeanor as cold as it is calculating. in the realm of execution, you stand as the grim reaper—an arbiter of destinies. together, an indomitable force, nothing stands impervious to your collective prowess. upon this earthly plane, you assume the stature of deities, wielding power that eclipses the mortal realm. you are unstoppable, you and your ward.

THROUGH THE EYES OF A CONCUBINE, YOUR MOTHER

existence as a concubine metamorphoses into an intricately nuanced balancing act. you, a woman caught in a web of allegiances, find yourself delineated by a shroud of secrecy and the surrendering ache of love. your affairs become a rich wine that tastes of both peril and longing, where survival is paramount and anything you see or hear must not be repeated outside of THE DEAD HAND. love, a sentiment that defied the foreboding aura surrounding him, had taken root within the chambers of your soul. your tale unfolds not amidst the clamor of power but in the muted cadence of quiet moments, where the silent tenacity you exude resonates with an underboss. your love affair was a scandal, as your womb bore the secret fruit of a son. your journey takes an unanticipated turn, obscured by the veils of secrecy that cloak your maternal voyage. the ephemeral joy of childbirth becomes a juxtaposition against the backdrop of the clandestine world you inhabit—a world that unwittingly traps you in its embrace. the echoes of maternal lullabies and the tender moments of nurturing life exist in perpetual fear. despite your valiant efforts to save the life of your child, the inexorable hand of fate intervenes, shattering the semblance of control you sought. captured and coerced, you find yourself compelled to relinquish your son into the clutches of THE DEAD HAND. the rationale presented to you is cloaked in the deceptive guise of being “for the best.” the indelible imprint of that haunting memory still rocks your core. the face of the father of your child, a lodestar in the labyrinth of your heart, betrayed you in the highest form. he took your son, and you would never see either of them again. the memories, tinged with both despair and an incongruous love, form an indomitable echo—a spectral reminder of a heart-wrenching choice that reverberates through the corridors of time.

THROUGH THE EYES OF MASARU, YOUR SON

your temper tantrums, though less frequent, remind your mother of your father. but you are not THE DEAD HAND—that is not your destiny, or so you’ve been told. at the tender age of three, you inhabit a world vast and intricate, with comprehension eluding your grasp. unbeknownst to you, you stand on the cusp of a burgeoning existence, shouldering the weight of your father’s name, much as he did at your tender age. the intricacies of your journey will unfurl in the interplay between tradition and individuality, a delicate dance that will soon unfold at the fork in the road—a narrative that will evolve with the passage of time. in your innocence, you remain blissfully oblivious to the inevitable complexities that await. your father, seen only on weekends and occasional holidays, assumes the role of a seemingly good parent. the secrets he harbors are adeptly concealed from your discerning gaze, and the intricacies of the clandestine world in which he treads remain veiled from your understanding. despite the fact that you can only stack 10 toy blocks, the looming expectation upon your miniature shoulders is that you will eventually transform into a soldier embroiled in a conflict wholly unrelated to your youthful comprehension. the expectation to pick sides in a war you know nothing of is an unfair burden laid upon you by your parents. as you traverse this uncharted path, the choices you make will transcend the contours of your individual journey, extending to shape not only your legacy but also those that follow. the road ahead is fraught with challenges and the decisions yet to come. the unfolding chapters of your existence, painted with the brushstrokes of loyalty and ambition, herald a narrative that will define the course of your life and the lives intertwined with your own.

THROUGH THE EYES OF BITTO MORI, AN ASSASSIN FOR THE DEAD HAND

your odyssey commenced as a stubborn foot soldier within the clandestine ranks of the dead hand, a misfit amidst the shadows, a tempest of defiance and arrogance. you were a veritable mischief, a cocksure renegade whose insolence earned more than a few bruises in lieu of the lessons intended to mend your lack of decorum and etiquette. your mentors, seasoned purveyors of death, viewed your audacious demeanor as a glaring weakness, doubting whether you'd ever rise beyond the rank of a mere foot soldier. you were notorious for your disdain of authority, an insubordinate force that made collaboration a test of endurance rather than a display of synergy. yet, amidst the cacophony of your flaws, there burned a fervent passion for violence that commanded respect. it was an undeniable truth, witnessed in the chilling precision with which you dispatched your targets. behind the facade of your shit-eating grin lay a meticulous dedication to honing your craft, a commitment that eventually earned you begrudging acceptance within the ranks. you learned the invaluable lesson of restraint, channeling your rebellious spirit into mastering an arsenal of weaponry and refining techniques with unparalleled sophistication. through rigorous discipline and relentless determination, you silenced the doubts that once shrouded your potential. under the stringent tutelage of your mentors, you metamorphosed, shedding the veneer of impudence to reveal a warrior tempered by experience and wisdom. each mission became a testament to your newfound patience and strategic acumen, as you penetrated fortified strongholds, eliminated high-profile targets, and meticulously erased all traces of your presence. you embraced the intricacies of strategy, understanding that the path to success was paved with meticulous planning and unwavering focus. with each successful operation, you carved a path towards self-respect and recognition within the ranks, no longer a liability but a formidable asset to the dead hand's ambitions. your mettle faces its ultimate test amidst the labyrinthine alleys and clandestine dens of soho. through calculated maneuvering, you bolstered the dead hand's influence, fortifying THE LOWER EASTSIDE CHOPPERS and orchestrating covert operations with surgical precision. each ambush, each strike, bears a testament to your growth and newfound maturity. yet, amidst the crescendo of power and dominion, a weight of a different nature burdens you—the mantle of fatherhood. now, amidst the shadows of your past, there exists something precious to lose, a tether to humanity amidst the abyss of violence. with each mission undertaken, the specter of jeopardy looms larger, a reminder of the delicate balance between duty and familial responsibility.

𝐓𝐋𝐃𝐑; 

The story unfolds through the perspectives of key characters in Bit’s Life:

Through the Eyes of a LEGACY MEMBER of the DEAD HAND, Your Father: Viewed through the lens of a legacy member of the Dead Hand, your father epitomizes unwavering loyalty and dedication to the sovereign. His commitment reciprocates, cultivating an unbreakable bond with those who stand beside him. Through the Eyes of a Concubine, Your Mother: Within the intricate web of allegiances and secrecy, your mother, a concubine, experiences a nuanced existence. Her clandestine love affair results in the birth of a son, BIT, leading to unforeseen twists and sacrifices. Through the Eyes of Masaru, Your Son: Inhabiting a world of complexities at the tender age of three, Masaru, your son, remains oblivious to the clandestine realm enveloping his father. Unaware of the shadows that surround him, he unwittingly bears the weight of a legacy. Through the Eyes of Bit Mori, an ASSASSIN for THE DEAD HAND: Overcoming arrogance and insubordination, Bit wields unparalleled skill, navigating a treacherous landscape while balancing the ruthless demands of his profession with the weight of fatherhood.

[sea-owl]

hi so not really a prompt I think but would you ever consider doing a an avatar au for the bridgerton spouses like what element they would bend and would their bridgerton be benders

Oh I love atla! Yes let's do element bendings for the spouses!

Simon: Earth bender. Simon is very grounded person or at least tries to keep himself that way. He can be stubborn to a fault as shown with the dual he got into with Anthony but with enough shaking to his foundation he has shown he can change. I also would like to think he would get his earth bending from his mother and the Hastings line was orginally fire benders to add onto Simon's daddy issues.

Kate: Might be cliche but Kate comes off as a fire bender to me. With how passionate Kate is it reminds me a little bit of Zuko. And let's be honest Kate's temper might be a factor too, at times it's what's driving the plot forward in the book. But fire is also the element of energy which describes Kate and her constant drive to what she says she's gonna do.

Sophie: Water bender. Water is known the element of change, it is also associated as one of the elements of emotional wisdom. Sophie has been through it in her life but she has always been able to go with the changes she's been dealt with in her life. She may not always like those changes but she's able to keep her head above up and stick to her morals as she goes through these changes. Plus the healing aspect of water could come in handy with her story when Benedict gets sick.

Penelope: Air bender. I was orginally gonna say water bending for Penelope but then I thought about it some more and air fits her so much better. Air is the only element that can't be seen when it's bended, we can feel it with our other senses, but it is an invisible bending. (we as the audience saw it but that was because the animators made it visible to us.) Penelope would probably feel a connection with her element due to both of them being invisible to others. Air is also associated with not only freedom but also wisdom/intelligence and curiosity traits commonly associated with Penelope too. Plus we've seen what tricksters the air nomads could be, an air nomad would 100% come up with the idea of Lady Whistledown and use their air bending to hear all the good gossip.

Phillip: Earth or water, or possibly fire bender. I can honestly see him being any of these three. Phillip can be a rather grounding or maybe static is the word I'm looking for. But he also does have this secret passionate side to him we see peak out from time to time. Earth would be the obvious choice for him, but I can also see water working especially if we take the approach of the swamp benders who water bend the water in the plants. I can see Phillip doing that for his botany research. Fire I think would be ironic but can see working especially if it's connected to his father and Phillip has to learn to accept that part of himself as a bender.

Michael: Fire. I can see an argument for Michael being water too, and I want to say he got his bending from Helen's side. John was an earth bender and the Earls of Kilmartin were typically earth benders. Michael is one of the few who is not which adds to his imposter syndrome. A part of me wants to say fire just because I think it would be interesting to play with especially with his time in the military. It would also be interesting to play with since Michael has malaria with spiking fevers and fire benders could potentially tend to run warmer in body heat. Plus it has to be cold up on the family estate, he's gonna need that fire to keep Francesca warm at night.

Gareth: This one is hard. All I know for a fact is that it came from Grandma Danbury's side. I could be lazy and say water because backstory wise Gareth is the male version of Sophie some people so desperately want. Earth maybe? I can see Gareth being either water or earth. I kinda do want to lean towards water because water is a purifying element. So I could lean into the purifying aspect for Gareth and when I say that I mean lean into the part of the story of Gareth becoming more honest and upfront with Hyacinth.

Lucy: Air bender. So part of the reason I chose this is because Lucy reminds me of a caged bird. She's the bird wanting her freedom but her uncle has her trapped in a cage demanding her to follow his orders. Lucy wishes to be free and spread her wings. She wants to soar up in the clouds, which eventually does come true.

For the Bridgertons I'm gonna rapid fire them off vibes and let's just pretend for funnies that Violet had two different elements in her DNA and Edmund had the other two so I don't have pick and stay with two elements. That or we can be lazy and say they're all non benders.

Anthony: Earth

Benedict: Air

Colin: FIre

Daphne: Water

Eloise: Fire

Francesca: Earth

Gregory: Water

Hyacinth: Air

[windingpathsfic]

a kiss without lips

(deanjohn, 759 words, e)

ft. spitting, choking, masturbation, slight dubcon. a fill for this prompt on @dadfuckerfest, and my first try with this pairing. i didn't realize how old the prompt was when i grabbed it, so i hope there's still interest! also posted on ao3

So much sweat is beading on Dean's forehead and prickling down his neck that John's hand slips when he grips him by the throat, sliding up rougher and faster than Dean expected. The sudden jolt against his Adam's apple makes him gasp out in discomfort. His head jerks back against the scratchy carpet where John has him pinned to the floor, naked and helpless and so hard he's dripping precum all over his thighs.

John's eyes glint hungrily in the slanting light.

He's never made a secret of the fact that he likes catching Dean off guard, making him stumble. When they're hunting he says it's because it's good for Dean to keep his reflexes up. But when they're like this, taking advantage of this first day alone after an endless summer break, secreted away in the motel room furthest from the office while Sam is finally occupied with school, Dean thinks it's just because John likes the sounds he makes.

John squeezes, pressing his thumb a bit harder, and Dean whines on cue.

John grunts in response and squeezes again.

"Open up," he says. Dean's heart skips and he does as he's told, but it's not enough. "Wider, boy. You've been panting after me for weeks, and now you're gonna play coy?"

"Sorry, sir," Dean mouths, his voice beyond reach, and stretches his jaw as wide as it will go. He sticks his tongue out far enough that he feels it wetting his own chin, rasping against the thin stubble there.

John doesn't hesitate to slide two thick fingers over it, thrusting deep enough into his mouth that dean has to fight not to gag, to keep his mouth open. Somehow he manages to widen it even more as John draws his fingers back out. He inspects them, his eyes narrowing before they flick back to Dean.

"That's not gonna do," he says. Dean only has half a second to wonder what he means when John leans forward and spits into his open mouth, holding his jaw wide with damp fingers.

Dean's eyes water as the hand still around his throat tightens in warning. As John does it again and again, until his spit covers Dean's tongue, and Dean is suddenly starkly aware of the difference in their temperature, their taste. The flavor of cigarettes under a sweet hint of hunter's helper is faint but overwhelming.

They've never kissed before, and this isn't that, still, but it's close. Closer than they've been before. Dean never would have thought he would even want to, but now he thinks he might die without it. Like this thing they've been doing for the past year has shifted, changed from being nothing but something he powers through to keep his dad steady, to keep him from going on another bender, to keep him close, and into something Dean actually hungers for. He thinks maybe it shifted a while ago. Before the summer, maybe. Before he started looking at the months they'd have to be careful, be patient, behave themselves around Sam, and wishing they'd pass faster.

He's not sure what that says about him, but he's so far past questioning any of this that the thought barely flutters through his mind before it's gone.

John's fingers shove back in, then, two, then three, swirling over Dean's tongue until they're slick and dripping, and Dean's so desperate for a breath that his vision goes spotty. The lack of air sending dizzying signals through his body and makes his dick throb, neglected between his thighs while John wraps his hand around his own cock, plum-red and angry where it's curving out of his open fly, and Dean whines low in his chest like a wounded animal.

"Please," Dean chokes out, gasps, barely audible. "Please, dad."

His throat constricts on an involuntary swallow, and John eases up the pressure just enough to let it happen. Allows him to take a breath before he takes it away again. His eyes stay on Dean's face the whole time, and Dean stares up at him, at his lower lip, shining with a drop of spit that's slowly swelling with gravity. John doesn't have to ask him to open his mouth again. Dean begs with his eyes and his tongue and waits for it to drop.

Under the deafening sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears, Dean can hear the frantic wet slide of John's other hand as he jacks himself off.

If Dean's lucky, he'll get to taste it when he's done. Fuck, he hopes he's lucky.

[thewrittingratt]

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Fic title : And That's Our Cue To Pick Up Your Meds

@sicktember 2023 prompt : "The only place we're going is to the pharmacy"

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : The Breakfast Club (1985)

Pairing : Andrew/Bender

Additional tags : Fever, Sick John Bender, Fluff, Deliriousness, Andrew Clark Has Anger Issues (Breakfast Club)

Word count : 153

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Kinktober 2024 masterlist~

my official collection of all things Kinktober for this year! requests will be open from now until October 24th, which is one week before Halloween. prompt list and other info can be found at the bottom

posts will be happening every other day or so starting October 1st and days will be added as more requests are sent in. if you want to be tagged in anything please don't hesitate to let me know <3

Day 1: grinding with Jennifer Check x fem reader

Day 2: Monica Geller pegging a male reader

Day 3: John Bender with a gn reader who has a hand kink

Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Day 5: praise kink with the Fourteenth Doctor x gn reader

Day 6: feedism (feeding kink) with Greg House x male reader

Day 7: Gale Weathers pulling a male reader's hair

Day 8: Eleventh Doctor and River Song worshiping and giving all their attention to a gn reader

Day 9: Jennifer Check being straddled by a fem reader

Day 10: James Wilson x transmasc reader having semi-public sex that involves edging/overstimulation

Day 11: handsy makeout session with Clara Oswald x fem reader

Day 12: sex pollen with Steve Harrington x transmasc reader

Day 13: body worship, nipple play, and begging with Anthony Bridgerton x transmasc reader

Day 14: make-up sex, blood play and restraints with Joe Goldberg x fem reader

Day 15: marking kink, praise kink, and oral fixation/face-sitting with Jason Dean x afab reader

Day 16: Gale Weathers corrupting a gn reader

Day 17: Damon Salvatore fingering and praising a transmasc reader

Day 18: Eddie Munson giving oral to a transmasc reader

Day 19: Joe Goldberg x fem reader against the wall sex and praise kink

Day 20: Monica Geller overstimulating and praising a male reader

Day 21: James Wilson x male reader having morning/sleepy sex

Day 22: the Torchwood Five having an orgy with a gn reader

Day 23: threesome with Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and a submissive male reader (including: breeding, frotting, overstimulation, and nipple play)

Day 24: Dhawan! Master gifting a gn reader a special necklace that acts like a vibrator

Day 25: Missy/Gomez! Master using handcuffs and hypnosis on a gn reader

Day 26: James Wilson and Greg House having a threesome with a male intern

Day 27: blood play and knife play with Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x fem reader

Kinktober 2024 info post/prompt list

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john bender, claire standish, and the question of who's in charge

i got TWO people who wanted this so its happeningggggg

john bender and claire standish are, in essence, the same person. hold on. just hear me out.

almost everyone knows that john uses his power to control everyone in the scene at all times. there are interviews with molly ringwald talking about how bender is written in the script to be "the only one who doesn't smoke pot" (paraphrasing) to try to control the scene, to loosen up everyone around him. whats more important than even this, though, is the way john chooses to share information about himself to the breakfast club and more importantly when. notably, he never actually introduces himself. he is asked his name; he deflects. we only first hear it when principal vernon scolds him with it. he also doesn't reveal what he is in for, again until vernon outs this information about him.

now claire volunteers her name willingly, but she never actually tells the group whats on her "rap sheet". she is already labeled as a princess throughout the course of the film and to give this piece to bender would be to give him more ammunition to hold over her, just as he did with the concept of her virginity. of course this is one of the most prominent power struggles between these two characters.

before i go back to the concept of the breakfast club's virginal status i think its really important to note that not only are claire and bender vying for power within their relationship, they also take turns holding power over the group as a whole. bender and claire control the mood of this group. if they want them to be serious, the room is silent. if they make a joke, everyone laughs. these interactions change throughout the film, with claire even taking up one of bender's techniques (brutal honesty) from the first half hour. but most importantly these exertions of control are bender and claire trying to outdo one another.

now back to the concept of claire's virginity. im sure i could a whole other shpiel about the conversations between the two of them about their sexual conquests. but that's not what im after. from the beginning, we know john wants to bang claire and that he is almost positive she wants the same. claire, however, does not share her virginal status until she is peer pressured to. bender is not the one who prompted it, and yet he is the only one she addresses when she blurts it out. just as bender only reveals his book of girls when just the two of them sidebar.

im sure bender would be horrified if he ever read this essay, stating- no demanding that she never compare herself to him again. but to be so honest he just doesn't want to admit that im right.

everything the two of these do throughout the course of this film is to prove to the other that they have the upper hand. and its why they're perfect for each other.

the pies de resistance is their last few scenes together. claire goes into the supply closet, her move. he suggests the perfect way to get back at her parents, he plays. she kisses him first, saying she knew he wouldn't have. she gives him the earring, laying the nail in the coffin. he kisses her for just a second too long. she panics. runs away. he walks away thinking he's won. fist in the air, roll credits...

[garbinge]

When Summer Ends (4)

Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC Nicky Maybank From these August Prompts:  “Necessary Theft"

Summary: Nicky Maybank, JJ’s older sister, just graduated.  Her summer break was supposed to be normal. Work, party, chill. But then she somehow Topper came into the mix. Fun little summer romance fic with the twist of a pogue navigating a relationship with a kook.  

A/N: A little update for my favs.

TW: All my fics are 18+. Cursing, angsty. 

Chapter Index

Word Count: 1.6k

Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ (Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!)

Nicky woke up to the sound of water splashing, her eyes opened wide from the noise when she realized she was in the hammock at the chateau. Her memories of the night prior filled her head. She was out with Topper, like she had been for the past few nights. The two of them mainly spent their time more south than the cut, away from prying curious eyes of Kildare. Occupying parks, beaches, sometimes they even just stayed parked in Topper’s car and talking, laughing…making out for hours. That didn’t stop her from her usual shenanigans with the Pogues, while she was around a lot less, she tried to keep up her appearances to avoid anyone saying anything. And if they did, she’d say she worked late, was spending time with friends from her grade that even though each Pogue knew, they wouldn’t ever run into them let alone ask if it was true. 

As she came to it she saw John B on the dock tying the HMS Pogue to the boards, likely what the splashing was that woke her up. The fire pit was ashing out, just small embers pulsing as the low breeze killed any hopes of it picking back up. The empty beer bottles and silence outside of the docking boat let Nicky know she was the last one here, it wasn’t that it was unlike her to sleep at The Chateau but lately she was very aware and preservative of her time. Her hands searched for her phone in the hammock and found it. 2%. It was enough for her to check the time and her messages. 

9:54AM

Topper 7:14AM:

You still wanna go take the boat out today? 

She quickly responded back with the little battery she had. 

Nicky 9:55AM:

Yea, sorry I was asleep. Wanna go in the late afternoon? Sunset ride? 

After hitting send, she crawled out of the hammock and placed her phone in the back of her jean short pocket. John B was making his way up the dock to the yard. 

“Sorry to wake you!” He chuckled. 

Nicky stood in the yard, hand on her hip and other hand shielding her eyes from the sun. “I’m sure you owed me a wake up call!” 

John B laughed at that. “That’s true, you normally are the early bird Maybank.” 

“Speaking of Maybanks, JJ went home?” She looked around at John B approached. 

“Uh,” John B paused to think of what to say. “Yea, I think, he left here kind of early.” 

“Freaky Friday.” Nicky smiled oblivious to John B being on edge. “Alright, I’ll catch ya later.” She threw up the peace sign and turned to grab one of the many bikes JJ and John B shared between themselves.

Nicky tossed the bike against the house before dredging her way inside. Her phone pinging before she entered the porch door. 

Topper 10:09AM: 

Sounds good, pick you up normal spot at 4? 

But before she could respond, the noise of banging from inside the house alerted her and she placed her phone back in her pocket, she tried to open the porch screen quietly but it was old and creaky so it was impossible. Whoever was inside didn’t mind or hear the creaks so Nicky proceeded with caution. It could have been some of low life townies breaking in and stealing whatever was around, but more likely it could have been her father back from whatever bender. She hoped it was the shithead townies, she could scare them easily but her father, that was a whole other beast. 

The living room was quiet when she entered but immediately a figure walking by in the kitchen alerted her. Her eyes jumped to the person. JJ. Relief exhaled out of her mouth and the tension left her body immediately as she rested against the back door. 

“Jesus Christ, JJ. You scared the fuck out of me.” Another sigh left her mouth as she stepped closer to the kitchen. Her relief was short lived when she saw tons of metal pieces and parts littered on their kitchen island and counters. “JJ, what the fuck is this?” 

“It’s our rent, our bills, our past dues, and oh yea,” he lifted up a copper part and smiled at his sister, “free, fun, spending.” 

“JJ what the fuck is all of this?” Nicky wasn’t nearly as happy as her little brother was. Their entire table space was covered, as she got a closer look she realized they were boat parts, some older and rusted and some brand new. 

“Boat and drone parts from the salvage yard.” JJ was so nonchalant in how he answered. 

“JJ.” Nicky stared at everything. 

“Nicky.” JJ mocked her with a laugh. 

“Tell me you didn’t steal all of this.” Her hand raised to her forehead as she processed everything. 

“What does it matter, I can sell this shit off on the mainland and it’ll never come back to us.” JJ acted as if he had everything solved. 

“There’s fuckin trackers in the drone parts, JJ!” Nicky lifted the one part of the drone that was still on. 

JJ was quick to grab it from her and smash it on the table along with the other one he had as well. “Problem solved.” 

Nicky closed her eyes as she tried to think of what to do. “This is fucking theft, JJ.” 

“I’d like to consider it necessary theft.” He tilted his head from side to side as he leveled with his sister. 

“That’s not a real fuckin’ thing, JJ.” She kept saying his name, like that was going to ground him or something. “And even if it was, necessary theft would be stealing food or clothes, something of necessity!” Her voice raised. 

“I’m pretty sure money is a necessity, and these parts = money, Nicky.” JJ was getting aggravated. 

“And what happens if Dad comes home, huh? Sees this shit and fucks off with it? Then what? Then we’re left with the crime and nothing to show for it.” Nicky began arguing with him. 

“Dad’s not fucking coming home. You know that!” JJ met her tone. “C’mon, Nick, we need this.” 

“No, I’m taking care of us. Rent is paid through till the fall, there's food here isn’t there? Our bills are next to nothing because we’re never really here.” Nicky argued the anger boiling in her gut. She did everything to avoid this. 

“Exactly, you’re never here!” JJ yelled now, his voice being fully raised. “I had to step up!” 

“For what reason?! Everything was taken care of! You don’t realize this is just digging you into a hole you’re never going to get out of, everything I do is so you can avoid this shit but you always end up back in it, what the fuck is wrong with you, JJ?!” 

The last sentence cut. He was just trying to help. Nicky knew that, but she was frustrated. 

“I guess I’m just a chip off the ol’ Maybank block.” JJ was hurt, Nicky could hear it in his voice. He was starting to walk away when Nicky blocked him. 

“Fuck, JJ. No I’m sorry.” She grabbed his arms. He looked down at her uncomfortably. “I just, I don’t want this for you, I don’t want this for us.” She pointed at the parts. “I try so hard for us to live comfortably and legally.” She laughed hoping JJ would ease down. 

He did let out a chuckle. “I appreciate you wanting to help, I always do. But this will do more harm than good. We gotta bring it back, or dump it somewhere that it can’t be tracked back to us. It’s too risky to bring it to the mainland and sell it.” Nicky explained in a more calmer voice. 

JJ just nodded, his disheveled hair falling into his face as he did. Nicky nodded back and brought him in for a hug. “I love you, little brother.” 

“Love you too.” He mumbled as he embraced the girl back. 

“You want my help dealing with this?” She pointed to the mess on the table as they ended their hug. 

“Nah, I’ll call John B. We got it over, we can get it back.” His hand raked through his hair. 

Nicky smirked thinking back to John B coming back to the chateau this morning and feeling like an idiot for missing the obvious display of anxiety he had from hiding all of this from her. 

“I got plans in a bit but you wanna hang out tomorrow? Just me and you? I heard I’m never around anymore.” Nicky’s eyebrows raised as she stared at her brother who let his head fall down in a laugh. 

“Yea sounds good, we can catch the morning break if you’re down?” 

“Sounds like a plan, I’m gonna go shower, I smell like the bonfire from last night.” 

JJ nodded again and turned to take care of the hundreds of parts scattered everywhere while Nicky turned to lock herself in the bathroom. That was a lot to digest, there was a lot done and said. While she thought she was doing a good job at hiding things, she was MIA a lot and exhausted from hiding things. But she still felt this was better than the alternative, for now at least. She turned the shower on and as she let the water warm up she brought her phone out. 

Nicky 10:25AM

“Usual spot in an hour?” 

Topper replied within seconds. 

Topper 10:25AM

“Eager to see me? I’ll be there.” 

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: One For All, All For One

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~1k, John Bender/Andrew Clark/Brian Johnson/Allison Reynolds/Claire Standish, No Rating, for @asgardianhobbit98's Four For Valentine's Prompt #3 "Eavesdropping" Summary: When it is undeniable that Vice Principal Vernon hurts him, everyone else protects Bender.