#Judd Nelson imagine

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, mention of John being abused

John stared at me as I let him in my apartment. His eyes roamed my body as I walked past him, wearing shorts and a crop top. He smirked as he sat down on my couch, arms crossed and jean jacket thrown across the back.

"So how long you going to hide out here this time?" I called from the kitchen. I heard John's boots hit the ground as he got comfortable.

"How long will you have me?" He called back. I grabbed something to drink and some food before heading back out into the living room. John looked over at me, his eyes roaming me again as I set the food down in front of him. "Thanks." he mumbled as he grabbed the plate. "He padlocked the fridge again." I stared at him before taking a deep breath. "Yeah I know." John reached over and squeezed my hand.

"So you know the drill." I said, shifting in my seat. John's eyes flew to where the hem of my shorts rode up. "John." I said. He looked up at me, smirking and shifting as he pushed the plate away.

"Yeah?" He asked, licking his lips and staring me down. I rolled my eyes and got up to walk away. John grabbed my arm and pulled me into his lap. "Where you going?" He laughed, running his hands under the hem of my shorts. One hand moved to rest at my waist, his thumb ducking under the waistband of my shorts and rubbing circles close to my stomach.

"John." I whined, squirming to get away from him. He held me fast and tugged me closer. I could feel him getting aroused. "John." He pulled me closer and kissed me forcefully.

"Think you can walk around here dressed like that and I would sit by with my hands to myself." He whispered, breath fanning over my lips. "I should have known when I walked in I would end up in your bed tonight." I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You were going to end up in my bed one way or another John." I teased. He chuckled as he looked up at me. "It was just a matter of time. And what we would be doing." I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. John growled as he moved. I yelped in surprise as he shifted us so I was on my back and he was hovering over me, pinning my hands to the couch and wrapping my legs around his waist.

"But here's the thing sweets." He whispered in my ear. I groaned as his hair tickled my cheek. "We're not going to make it to your bed. See I just gotta have you right here. Right now." My head fell back as John started to kiss my neck. I ground my hips against his as he moved one hand to push my crop top off. Breaking contact with me for a second, John smiled devilishly at me before tossing it across the room. "Much better." He mumbled before kissing along my chest. I fidgeted as John kept a hold on my wrists.

"John." I moaned as he gently bit my neck. He hummed before letting go of my hands to take off my pants. He tossed them over the back of the couch. I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, hair flopping into his face as I did. John chuckled before shaking his head to get the hair out of his face. "Take me John." I mumbled as he reached for his belt. I ran my fingers through his hair before pulling him into another kiss. He pulled back with a gasp as he lined himself up.

"Alright?" he asked, licking his lips and watching me carefully. I nodded. "Words sweets."

"John. Please." I whined, moaning as he thrust into me slowly. "Cut the torture crap John. Just fuck me!" John kissed me, pulling away as he bit my bottom lip.

"That what you want?" He asked, eyes flashing playfully. I moaned as he ground his hips against mine. "Hmmm? Want me to fuck you? Hard and fast?" John pulled out before snapping his hips against mine, drawing another moan from me. "Scared your buddy is gonna walk in on us doing it on the couch like last time?" John licked a line up my neck and pressed an open mouth kiss to my jaw. He started to suck and nip at the skin until I knew there would be a mark tomorrow.

"For fuck's sake Bender. Fuck me!" I yelled as I tried to grind against him and follow his thrusts. John snickered and snapped his hips against mine. I moaned, tugging on his hair. John growled and thrust into me as fast as he could move his hips. My head fell back, mouth open in a silence scream. John pressed kisses along my throat, licking the expanse where he would nip along the skin.

“just like that baby.” He panted. “Just like that. Taking me so well. Just a bit more. Bit more.” I tried to find purchase on John’s back, digging my nails into the muscles. He groaned, hips canting against mine as he laid down on me. “Cock drunk are we?” He teased when I barely reacted. He reached up and cupped my chin, making my head nod as small broken moans escaped me. “Awe poor baby.” John chuckled breathlessly. “Gonna give it me? Gonna cum?” John groaned as I came. He kissed me as his hips stuttered. “Little more and I’ll be right there. Little more. Fuck.” John’s voice cracked as he spilled in me. He rested his head against my shoulder, breath fanning across my collarbone.

“fucking Christ John.” I breathed out. “Please tell me you didn’t ruin my couch.” John laughed and lifted his head. He shrugged and kissed me again.

“piece of shit couch anyway.” He smiled at me. I glanced up and shook my head.

“I’m just gonna throw something over that. Can’t keep sewing that one spot.” I said, eyes shining. “You ok?”

“yeah.” John said, slowly pulling out and grabbing his boxers from the floor. “I feel better oddly.” I smiled and sat up. I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. John leaned into me with a smile.

“good.” I said, leaning my head against his. “Then my plan worked.” John laughed.

“your plan?” He asked, kissing my cheek.

“yeah. Why else do you think I had a crop top and shorts on John?” I teased. John shook his head and cupped my cheeks. He kissed me deeply before resting his head against mine with a smile.

“what would I do without you?” He asked.

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

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[pinazee]

The George Takei episode! (shawn vs. the red phantom)

Im just going to start this one from the beginning. Look at Shawns face the moment he sees his father. He either instantly knew Henry was upset or is already bummed to have to interact with his dad, like he’s so used to feeling like shit afterwards.

This has to be the biggest reach for henry though. You can’t like superheroes because they make cops look like idiots and they’re the real heroes. He’s so categorically wrong. First of all, police kind of suck lol. second of all, why was he so threatened by comic books??? Third of all, Shawns like 8 here. He’s not allowed to have an imagination??? How is Shawn a somewhat functional adult??

This explains early seasons Shawn so much. He’s a lot more judgmental, has a particular idea about manhood, and frankly comes across as the flippant “cool guy” from high school, the judd nelson if i may. But we later see that Shawn is just as much a dork as Gus, he just wasn’t allowed to be one. i never thought of this part as character development for Shawn, i always just assumed it was drift, like how Joey from Friends got stupider as the seasons progressed. But now i see it as Shawn becoming who he was always meant to be.

This part makes me laugh so much!

Juliets a comic book fan too! I missed that the first time!

Shawn getting Takei to dislike Gus has to be the biggest dick move he’s done and I’m including drugging him haha. Takei was great. I feel like he’s played a primadonna version of himself a few times. That or I’m just remembering all the rewatches of Psych

I wonder how long lassiter and Vick knew each other before she became captain. Did she work there first? Were they rivals at some point? Or did she come from another precinct?

[psych---ologically-deranged]

psych 3x2 commentary: murder, anyone, anyone, bueller?

AB, JB

So happy abt the highschool romcom ep, & so happy that there are only 2 ppl & the audio is so clear.

Brokeback episode? An ice storm episode? Shawn & Gus in a Tent? Yes please.

Shawn: perfect memory High school: Nowhere in his brain, so he claims

Rachel Lee Cook

Yes! So glad that they're together!

"There... there is already confirmed a season 4."

An ACTUAL high school "this was filmed at lunch" XD ok

Nah I looove tracking shots. "If you admired any of James Roday's thigh tone, it's from this work"

"Judd Nelson is watching the podcast commentary right now at home"

"that's an actual stunt guy we threw off the building. He is no longer with us. I would like to thank him for his commitment to the show." "It was Andy Berman!"

I just realized, there was no flashback here!

"It was cold. Vancouver is not Santa Barbara." "You can see the, what do you call it?" Me: Fog? Breath? "Their spirits leaving their bodies."

"It's because I can't find another job"

They're treating the podcast commentary like it's a job interview now XD

Huh, first ep ehe filmed, good for him

they actually filmed the maddie/henry phone call live on opposite sides of the sound stage!?!? That's actually cool, I love if when they discuss this sort of thing on film commentaries.

Lassiter, not Juliet? ig he is head det

"The wonderful Tim Omundson" Your reunion, my date, your case but your reunion, I'm on it with you but no I'm not also why are you

""wE COULD HAVE BUT WE DIDN'T""The background is red because it's evil" "It's deeply religious"

Oh her pills & rushmore

"Yeah but your script was 140 pages"

"Look at that package" was not in the script "Actually it's in every andy berman script"

I love background artists

Wow henry is sad

"We record these in the morning & I'm on my starbucks Green, & I am so regular, BMs like a champ" Buddy why are you telling me this on the commentary track? "You could do it in Kelly's trash can" !???

(in singsong voice) phallic!

Guy in green jacket! Guy in green jacket!

"Don't you hate it when your parents show up at the high school reunion?" 'Oh yeah mine ruined the whole night' "Mine won king & queen"

That was Corbin genuinely lasting

"Painted whore" That was like a two-AM inspiration on my part

All pills & a pair of scissors

*reads label* "Well that figures"

This man did the dance of EVERY character & he had to come up with what specifically to do On Set

Aw man imagine if they DID have russian strippers

*Out of the blue in silence* 'Do you think John Hughs saw this movie?' "No." '...End of commentary'

I hate on Lassiter a ton but he really loves Juliet. When the chief comes in all sus, he says she was helping him arrest his date. He's great. Then Karen says "Ok, I believe you" but immediately turns around with "Whatever it is you're really working on, you're not getting paid" & like... yeah ok lol. I like his little face with the small mouth

Talking about puberty now & armpit hair in jr high, what are these commentaries?

I would have loved to see the entire slideshow, going down the row of guys in speedos & then Gus at the end fully clothed. I WISH it was a thing on the DVDs

We literally see juliet arrest eileen maswell

That one guy "Alternatively we cut to the whitest guy with a blank face"

"Sometimes you see extras & some of the people are making out, & did they naturally start making out or were they directed that way?" Buddy you're the one who works in TV

I miss psych but this fixation is leaving me

[benjaminftw]

The Dark Backward

I think in the modern age of independent film, we take for granted the fact that anti-comedy is something we can fairly regularly see on the big or small screen, oftentimes with some pretty big names along for the fun. I can’t imagine, however, how radical it must have felt in 1991 with three pretty well known names with Brat Pack associations in Judd Nelson and Bill Paxton and even Rob Lowe leading the way. Following the swift rise of the sadsack trash guy and deeply unfunny aspiring comedian played by Nelson after he develops a mutation of a third arm, the film is consistently disgusting and grotesque in a very intentional way, much of its humor derives from how deeply unfunny the central comedian is or just how surreal and awful the existence of him and everyone around him is, and every aspect of this film is seemingly designed to make you uncomfortable. For generations who grew up with the likes of Tim & Eric and The Greasy Strangler all that followed, I don’t think rediscovering this movie would be all that shocking and we could revel in things like Bill Paxton as an enthusiastic food fetishist in a way audiences didn’t quite know how to do then. 

A hidden black comedy gem that enjoys every second of bizarre decision making more than the audience.

[multifandomfanfic]

can you do a John Bender smut where when he does his line “lets all play impregnate the prom queen” the reader agrees but only with Bender and they fuck somewhere in the school. thank youu

Prom, 1984

Pairing: John Bender x fem! Reader

Warnings: cheating, smut, language, pet names, choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, rings

Word Count: 3k

Request?: Yes!

“Let’s all play impregnate the prom queen!”

This was my life, constantly being harassed by John Bender, the school's "bad boy." Although the term "bad boy" does not adequately describe him. In reality, he was just a sad kid who felt compelled to criticize others in order to feel better about his own miserable life.

"Oh, shut up Bender. You’d never get the privilege of fucking me.”

“Ohhhh little prissy lady is getting sassy with me now?”

When I noticed he was rising from his seat on the bleachers, I turned on my heels and prepared to sprint away from this uncomfortable circumstance.

“Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

He asked, leaping forward to grab my elbow and spin me around. The momentum he gave my body was enough to propel me into a quick spin until I was full frontal directly in front of him, our chests inches away from touching.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

My nervous grip was crushing the bouquet of flowers I'd received for being named prom queen, the paper crinkling as I continued to apply pressure.

“Bender, I need to get home! I really don’t have time for your shenanigans!”

I tried to come across as confident and tough, hoping he'd feel sorry for me and release his death grip on my wrist.

“Oh come on sweetheart, chill out and stay a while, won’t ya?”

He didn't have a particularly stern expression, nor did he have a particularly harsh tone. His gaze was soft and his tone was neutral, as if he were behaving in the likeness of a skilled manipulator. His entire demeanor, on the other hand, had a hard edge to it.

“Bender, please let go of me before my boyfriend comes over here and beats your ass.”

I hissed through my teeth. I knew I wasn't strong enough to take him on by myself. Adding a second, far more powerful person to the conversation might make him feel threatened.

Bender scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes nonchalantly.

“You really think bringing your prim little boy toy into the conversation is gonna scare me?”

I have to admit, I was hoping it would frighten him just enough for him to leave me alone.

Despite the fact that prom had ended twenty minutes ago, the seniors were still buzzing, unwilling to end a night they would undoubtedly remember for the rest of their lives.

“Bender, please! I’ve tried to be nice to you, but this is really starting to annoy me!”

Bender rolled his eyes all the way around his head, scoffing loudly enough for everyone to hear if there weren't two hundred people crammed into one gymnasium.

“You’re not nice to me, Y/N. You’ve never been nice to me.”

His tone had shifted from male manipulator to ferocious. I'd finally pushed him over the edge and penetrated his tough exterior.

“You’re a fucking prissy little bitch who gets everything handed to her.”

I couldn't help but recoil in response to the venom dripping from his lips. Someone, please, come to my rescue.

“Personally, I think you should be taught a lesson.”

My breath became stuck in my throat. Oh, my God, I'd gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

Bender cocked his brow in response to my anxiety when he spotted my apprehensive countenance.

“Oh, come on sweetheart. Don’t try to lie to me and say you’ve never thought about it before.”

His tone had changed to one that was oozing with lust, a dramatic contrast to the raging wrath he had been exhibiting only moments before.

He leaned into me, his mouth directly next to my ear, so he could be heard clearly.

“I know you have, sweetheart, you don’t have to stand there and lie to me.”

I swallowed, my throat constricting.

“You’re so uptight all the fucking time. Wouldn’t it be nice to sit back and let me ruin you?”

Yes, it would certainly be nice. It would be nice to slap my parents across the face when they saw me coming home with a man who is notoriously unstable.

“I bet you’d like to walk up that pretty little porch you have with me on your arm.”

My God, he read my mind.

“I bet that’d realllyyyy slap your parents in the face.”

His hot breath sent chills down my spine, his body so close to mine that the large bouquet of flowers between us was becoming completely crushed.

“Just say the word sweetheart and I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all about your pussy boyfriend.”

I was terrified that my boyfriend would appear at any moment, ending the moment that I wanted to prolong as long as possible.

“Come on honey, I can’t wait around all day, my cock is getting hard just thinking about being buried inside your pretty little cunt.”

I couldn’t deny the appeal of having passionate sex with the most notorious boy at Glenbrook North High School.

“John… you can’t tell my boyfriend.”

My tone came across as much more breathy and desperate than I had expected. This sparked a fiery passion in John, who thrived on making others squirm.

“Don’t worry honey, it stays between me and you until you gain the courage to kick that sorry sack of shit to the curb.”

Bender stepped back until he was at the right angle to stare down at me with his piercing brown eyes. His demeanor was crushing, and I suddenly felt weak in his presence.

“Storage closet? Bathroom? Just tell me where you want me honey and I’ll make it happen.”

I looked over both my shoulders, ensuring my boyfriend was nowhere in sight.

“People might find us in the bathroom. Storage closet is probably a better option.”

John smirked, the bright strobe lights reflecting off his tan skin.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

John dragged me through the thin crowds. Fortunately, we were positioned near the back of the gymnasium, where only nerds and girls who thought they were too cool for school congregated.

We made it to the storage closet without any chaperones bothering us with irrelevant questions or my boyfriend rudely interrupting us.

There was no need to waste money on lights that were completely unnecessary, so the halls were left completely dark.

“Is it time to play impregnate the prom queen?”

He inquired, gently pushing the door open, the squeaky hinges groaning from inactivity.

“Yes.”

I spoke softly, my knees trembling with excitement.

John took a step back until he was completely immersed in the shadow of the storage room, giving him a mysterious appearance. He extended his arm in front of him, exposing his open palm for my grasp.

My stomach flipped, every nerve ending tingling with eagerness.

I took a big step forward, extending my arm and pressing my palm against his.

John tugged me forward and my breath was knocked from my lungs as I collided with his solid chest.

He slammed his mouth into mine, kicking the door shut and submerging us in complete darkness.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as his tongue pushed past my teeth.

Our teeth were clashing in a frenzied mess of hot, passionate kisses that went straight to my core, arousal pooling in between my thighs.

John grasped the hem of my dress, thrusting it upwards to expose my white lace panties.

John began walking forward, bringing me with him until my back collided with the rickety shelves that housed the dozens of random books the school kept “just in case.”

John kicked my knees apart, standing on one leg with incredible balance as he ground his knee into my clothed cunt.

I moaned against his gloriously plush lips as I ground my hips against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

Only John Bender would wear jeans to senior prom.

He utilized the harsh grip on my hips to move me back and forth against his clothed thigh.

“Wow. You’ve got panties on and your still making a mess on my thigh.”

His deep, sultry tone sent another wave of arousal directly to my cunt, adding to the growing ache building in between my legs.

Grinding on top of his clothed thigh provided an intense amount of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the growing desire building rapidly inside my lower abdomen.

I wrapped a hand around one of John’s wrists, bringing it forward until his calloused fingertips brushed against my swollen clit.

I groaned, his mouth swallowing my noises as I manipulated his hand into doing my bidding. His fingers continued to brush against my clothed clit, eliciting gentle moans from the back of my throat.

I gasped as John suddenly took control, pushing my panties to the side and shoving two fingers inside my dripping heat.

My grasp on his wrist became tighter, my nails digging into his tendons as he brutally thrusted his long digits against my spongy walls at a pace that would have me cumming around his fingers in mere seconds if I didn’t try to control myself.

“John I-I… I’m gonna cum.”

John breathed into my ear, his exhale ragged as he struggled to maintain his confident exterior.

“You can cum baby, I won’t stop you.”

My knuckles turned white as my grasp on his wrist became strong enough to restrict blood flow to his fingers.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my mind rocketing into a state of euphoria as I gasped in pleasure against John’s hot body, my back arching into his chest.

I assumed the continuing assault on my cunt was to allow me to come down from my wonderful high.

However, I realized I was wrong when his fingers sped up the pace, sending my nerves into a sudden state of shock.

“John.”

I murmured weakly against his lips. He pressed himself against me once more until I was sandwiched in between the shelves and him. I had nowhere to move, nowhere to go, nothing to do but to take the overstimulation he was giving me.

“Oh baby, you didn’t think I’d be that easy on you, did you now?”

I released my grip on his wrist, flailing my arms behind me to hopefully gain some form of leverage. I held onto one of the metal shelves, my grasp quickly turning into a white knuckled death grip as my body begged for mercy.

“John please-“

“You can take it. I know you're hungry for another orgasm and I intend to give you just what you ask for.”

I opened my mouth to beg for pity once more, but his free hand found my neck, his cold rings digging into the sides of my neck and restricting my air flow.

I never thought the idea of choking would turn me on, but, the lack of air I experienced thanks to his ring clad hand sent me into a state of intense nirvana. The sensation only added to the orgasm that was now building once more in the fiery pits of my stomach.

I kept my eyes fixed on his gaze, watching him intently as he released the grip on my neck before tightening his hand once more, cutting off just enough air to make me dizzy.

“Are you gonna cum again sweetheart?”

I tried to speak, but the cool rings on his hand distracted me. John smirked, pleased with the effect he had on me.

“You don’t have to answer that. I know your body is begging for me to let you cum all over my fingers again.”

My knees began to shake, black spots clouded my vision as my eyes begged John for his permission to cum.

“You can cum baby girl. I know your pussy is aching for my cock and frankly I’m throbbing at the thought of being inside of you. So let’s hurry this up, shall we?”

I nodded slightly in confirmation that I was on board with his plan.

“Good.”

He said, his husky tone dropping another octave.

He gave one final thrust of his digits to my spongy walls, sending me toppling over the edge into an overwhelming state of euphoria.

This orgasm hit me ten times harder than the last, and my insides were trembling as my body begged me to not take anymore.

But my mind thought differently. My mind wanted more of him. My mind wanted all of him, every last inch.

John dropped his hand to his side, released his grasp on my neck.

He chuckled, staring at my throat.

“I never thought a pretty little girl like you would enjoy being choked.”

I chuckled through strangled, desperate gasps for air.

“I didn’t think so either.”

I said, a wide smile on my face as I laughed at the newly awakened kink.

John shook his head slowly from side to side, trapping his bottom lip under his top teeth.

“I’m gonna wipe that smile right off your pretty little face.”

He dragged his thumb along my bottom lip, wiping off the saliva he left off my plush mouth.

“Turn around.”

I gulped.

“I’m not gonna ask you again sweetheart. Turn around or I won’t be so nice.”

I wanted to utter a witty comeback. But I knew that would do no good in this situation. The only way out was to sit back and take whatever he gave me.

Which, to be honest, I wasn’t mad about. I’d take whatever he gave me with a big smile on my face as I was far too aroused to care.

I turned around quickly, bracing myself by pushing the books out of the way and placing both my hands on a metal shelf.

John took his time. I wasn’t sure if he was staring at me, daydreaming, or contemplating his next move. Whatever it was doing, he was dead silent, not uttering a word as to prepare me for what was to come next.

I didn’t dare look back at him. I kept my gaze forward, my heart racing in anticipation.

Then, I felt his hands on my hips, gently pushing my panties down until they fell to the floor, pooling around my ankles. My soaking wet cunt was exposed, a light breeze brushing against it which sent a chill up my spine.

“You have such a pretty pussy babygirl. I bet your prissy little boyfriend doesn’t play with it very often now does he?”

I swallowed.

“No, he doesn’t.”

I wondered if he even heard me. My voice was far too weak and incoherent.

A soft smack erupted throughout the quiet storage room. I could only assume the noise came from his jeans hitting the floor.

John leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back.

“That’s a shame.”

He said, dragging the tip of his cock through my soaking wet folds.

I shuddered, goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

“If this pussy belonged to me I’d play with it all the fucking time.”

He pushed himself into me. I gasped and threw my head back against his shoulder as his thick cock stretched me to the brim.

“John, oh my god you’re so fucking big.”

If he was any bigger he’d rip me in two.

John chuckled.

“Did you have any doubts?”

He asked, beginning an agonizingly slow pace, which did nothing to diminish the aching in my cunt.

His hands rested lazily on my hips, his cock moving slowly inside of me. He was in no rush. He behaved as if we had all the time in the world.

“John, please. I’m aching for you.”

“Well… since you asked so nicely.”

I felt John’s weight lift from my back. He stood at his full height, digging his nails into the plump flesh of my hips as he began a brutal attack on my pussy.

Tears of pleasure began to form in the corners of my eyes as John snapped his hips forward, a loud smacking sound erupting from the wet connection between us.

“I bet your little boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this now, does he?”

John’s sulky tone was dripping with lust. He was in his element, obviously very familiar with situations similar to this.

“No. No, he doesn’t.”

My nails gritted against the hard metal of the shelf, a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard.

I squeezed my eyes shut as his thick cock began to throb inside of me.

“John… can you go any deeper?”

“Yes.”

John began pulling my hips backwards to meet his thrusts, the plump tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of me with every intense thrust.

“Oh… oh my god yes, that’s perfect.”

I threw my head back in pleasure, giving John the perfect angle to snake his hand around my body and find its place around my neck.

I gasped as his grip tightened, constricting my airway.

“Ohhh. You’re so fucking tight.”

I could feel our combined wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs.

“John…”

The coil in my lower abdomen was incredibly tight, any sudden movement could cause it to snap.

“I’m gonna cum.”

His cock was now violently twitching inside of me.

“Me too sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right in your pretty little pussy.”

I gulped as he released inside of me, his hot cum coating my walls.

I followed right behind him, my cunt milking the last of his juices as my entire body convulsed.

I cried out his name like a prayer as my lower belly suddenly felt loose, a stark contrast from the tightness I experienced moments ago.

John gave a few final thrusts, ensuring every drop of his cum was left inside of me.

“Now.”

He said, pulling out of me.

“Go tell your fucking boyfriend you never wanna see him again.”

I turned over my shoulder, seeing him shoving his thick cock back in his jeans, his eyes focused on the task at hand.

Our combined juices were now dripping down my thighs uncontrollably.

“Then I want you to meet me back here as soon as you can.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Why?”

I asked. John scoffed, resting his hands on his hips in a rather cocky manner.

“Princess, do I really need to explain myself?”

[chocolate-teapots]

Wasted Love: Alec Newbury

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You helped Alec a little too much with his 

                 broken marriage.

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Warnings: smut, broken marriage, cheating, swearing, angst.

Alec had a very complex relationship with the concept of cheating.

As an extreme non-commital, I always knew his relationship with the lovely Leslie would go downhill but I didn't think it would happen that fast. I thought they would've at least gotten married first.

You see, Alec told me on many occasions that if he got married, he would no longer fuck all of these women because he had something worth holding onto, something to control him. All of the gang, including me, knew that was true. Still, the guilt in his eyes when he'd tell me about the receptionist he screwed from work would win me over just that little bit. I hated the fact I believed in him.

Not him, but in him.

I knew so much since Alec couldn't trust the other guys really. I had never been a girl figure in the group, just someone who was there for everyone, someone to organise things, the smart one, the wise one, the one who didn't say much but didn't really have to. It was also the fact that the others were so self-destructive.

Billy was a handsome, fun guy who would always make your own problem his problem as a part of his caring nature. The problem in that problem was that he had many of them himself, that he was ignoring on purpose. You were his excuse.

Jules had a lot to deal with and she kept this stuffed behind her charming façade. If you had a problem, she would be fine with it but not if it wasn't life-threatening since her cynical and joking advice would prove less effective in the long run. She's unfortunately dramatic and reckless so she can be unreliable.

Kirby was cute and probably the least offensive of the bunch but he thinks to make a tense situation okay again you just have to crack a few jokes unless it was a scenario about the woman he was in love with. Dale.

Wendy was too innocent to understand both sides of the argument. To understand a situation such as Alec's you had to understand the true heart of desire you know but she couldn't. She was a virgin.

Kevin was the most likely candidate being smart, an asshole but too hung up on his own self-pity and also the meaning of life. He was always trying to philosophise every moment and wasn't truly present unless it was all fun and games. Plus, I knew he was in love with Leslie and the reason they broke up was that they fucked.

Or was that just the result?

Leslie was sweet and smart-mouthed but she was the fucking problem.

"She just keeps asking for her records back all the time! She keeps waddling over in her heels and sexy skirt and asking me for her things. I mean, I'm trying to get over her here but all I can do is think of excuses to see her!"

And that's exactly why I had to take the blows.

"So I think of an excuse to see her but what do I see? One of my greatest friends since school in between her fucking legs which might I add was further than I ever got!"

I watch him pace in a fluster across my apartment. His shirt was unbuttoned and he was tugging at it and throwing away pieces of his suit on the ground. He kept running his hands through his dark hair covering some rosy cheeks. I gulped.

"Look man all you need to do is chill for now. Give it time. Talk to both of them and ask, is it more? If it is you might have to be the bigger man and step away. This isn't your final year of life and plus love isn't the most important thing."

He huffs, slowing down his pace and standing over me finally. "You're right, you're right."

He admits defeat, understanding my words and calming down. The sofa I'm casually sitting on sinks as he joins me by my side, head on my shoulder and tickling my neck. I allow our heads to touch with my lips pouting in a little pity.

"I know it's my fault."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't otherwise you wouldn't be so angry."

He shoots up as if I sent an electric current through my body to his. He glares at me, brown eyes dissecting my face. He loves to preach how much of an adult he is to everyone and when his adulthood is challenged, he gets angry.

"What would you know? You've never loved anyone. You wouldn't know what it's like to see your best friend with someone you trusted!"

I sigh, shaking my head at his hurt. I knew that feeling well...

"Alec my love, you need to realise that you fucking all these other women, faceless they may be, still counts as cheating and what you and Leslie had counted as marriage. Some people go their whole lives without marriage but it's enough, it's never just dating. It's always more. You took advantage of this ideal of marriage. Deep down you knew you were never gonna stop. But, you can't even admit that because you saw how happy she was under him!"

He grabs my arms, pulling me to my feet so he can intimidate me with his flaring nostrils and crazy eyes. My heart races.

"How dare you think about me that way! You don't know anything other than what I've told you. You don't have the right to judge my life because you don't really care about us."

"You're right."

His eyes narrow, Alec is confused.

"I don't care about the gang, I care about you."

Before I knew it I was being lured just like those girls at work, just like those stupid girls who are stupid enough to believe sex equals love. It doesn't.

All I did was kiss him and he throws me on my couch harshly, mounting me and stripping us both.

I kiss him feverishly and he returns each of them just like I had dreamt. His bare body presses into my own and suddenly he enters me in one movement. Not only do I feel physically fuller but the one thing I had been missing as I was growing up, something they couldn't teach you in school had been filled by my best friend. I was pulling a Leslie right now and so was he.

And, like a drunken blur that was the last thing I could remember before I woke up the next morning. After the first round, he carried me to my bed which is where we stayed for the rest of that long night.

I wake up in my bed but I can feel something is different like when you buy a new lamp for your room or you wear new pyjamas. This time I was completely naked apart from the fragrant shirt covering my decency. I had never been so grateful for shirts in my life.

Alec is next to me, assessing his own damage and we both shoot up, not looking at each other in the eye. I run towards my side of the room, gathering the trail of clothes leading to the starting point and wearing them despite the sweat. He does the same. I don't look at him but I can see him glancing at me.

Like he hadn't seen me fully naked I carefully removed his shirt and throw it back to him.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..."

We chant in unison, a mutual pair of fuck-ups.

I'm standing in my jeans and my bra when I just really breathe in the realism of the situation and laugh at myself and scoff at him.

"I can't believe I fell for that Alec serial fuck thing," my hands were on my hips, challenging him in disbelief.

I honestly couldn't believe it. I never thought it would happen and I didn't think I would go through with it. i was a terrible friend to both parties.

"Woah, this wasn't my fault. You pulled my hair! You know what that does to me and you know it!" he begins to yell in his underwear and unbuttoned shirt, pointing at me with a veiny finger.

I march towards him, poking his stupidly perfect chest with my veiny finger.

"My fault? You practically pounced on me!" I was so enraged and disappointed at this point but it was mostly at myself, as much as I hated to admit it.

"Pounced on you. Original. This wouldn't have happened if you didn't give me those fuck me eyes," he towers over me, a tall shadow turning my whole world black and looking into those eyes that killed him that night.

"These are my normal eyes, Alec, I can't have a fucking eye transplant with a virgin."

His head dips lower, practically overlooking my scalp he's so tall.

"Oh please, you were eating me up because you love me."

I bite my lip, feeling the tears start to flow at how little he cares about me to just throw that sentence in my face without a thought, a touch or even a tear.

"Maybe I do alright?" I cry, looking down and moving away once he goes to answer me and reaches out.

"Did- do. I don't know..."

I put on my button-up shirt, making sure to do the top one up since I felt so dirty and vulgar at that moment. I had never imagined doing anything like that in real life, that was a dream sequence. People don't just fuck their broken best friends.

"I'm not gonna run away with you for a fuckfest or anything after you and Leslie just broke up. This cannot go any further and I'm glad you finally got your head out of Leslie's ass to acknowledge me."

"I'm sorry," he stutters, the fear of me walking out that door for good haunting his mind despite it being my apartment.

I knew in that group I didn't really matter. They wouldn't care if I went. Just a little chuckle that would come up every now and then like a dead teacher but that was all.

"Don't be sorry. I've given you all the advice you need but know this, she doesn't want you anymore. She's gone Alec and who was the first person to pick you up after you fell- me. Stop waiting for her Alec because she's gone and will never look back for you."

"Harsh," he swallows a couple of tears but some were too strong and stained his light blue shirt piercingly.

I grab my car keys and throw on some shoes and a jacket. stopping abruptly when he cries.

"If that's how you really feel then consider my feelings dead but my 10-year ache for you will never die."

[greenfleeze]

This would’ve made the movie even better in my opinion. Ah, well. A girl can dream, can’t she?😍

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My thing | John Bender x reader

A/N: I’m currently working on some new stories, but requests are still open. Hope you enjoy this one! Stay safe! Love, Ally xx

requested by @soggy-enchilada​​

Some days were worse than others. Today was apparently one of those.

You wondered how it would feel to wake up in the morning and not instantly wince at the thought of picking out what to wear, praying that maybe it wouldn’t be one of those days when you couldn’t help but avoid all reflective surfaces or calculate how little you should eat for every meal.

You thought you would eventually grow out of your insecurities like you grew out of your old clothes, but part of you was still agonizing over the utter genetic injustice that had made you nothing like the women you saw on magazine covers, or the impossibly popular girls with perfect skinny waists you passed in the halls every day.

Your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice it, but to be fair, you never talked about it around him either. You were afraid that admitting how self-conscious you felt about your body would somehow open his eyes and make him question what in the world he saw in you, to which you yourself didn’t have an answer.

Your insecurities would bug you under the most inconvenient circumstances, spoiling otherwise pleasant moments. And so finding yourself in your boyfriend’s embrace, lying on his bed on a rainy Friday afternoon, all of a sudden didn’t feel good anymore.

Bender was silent, arms wrapped around your waist, fingers drumming softly against your hips. He was humming along with the music coming from the radio. You remembered how surprised you had been to find out how touchy-feely he could get compared to his cold, sarcastic exterior. Sudden bursts of tenderness and devotion he showed when you two were alone never ceased to sweep you off your feet.

He didn’t like to have you over, mostly because of how ugly his folks’ fighting sometimes got and how disrespectful his father had been the first time you met him, but that day the house was miraculously silent.

“You don’t have to worry. They’re all out for once. It’ll be just you and me”, he’d said earlier that day as he planted a playful kiss on your earlobe, pushing you against the lockers.

Now your eyes wandered over the walls. Just your typical teenage boy’s bedroom, you told yourself. Posters in all sizes covered every inch of old, mouldy paint. Some rock ‘n’ roll bands, a Billy Idol here, Axl Rose there and apparently a life-size Joan Jett on the door. But what really made you feel like shit was a bunch of hot, skinny, half-naked women on magazine cut-outs. They stood proudly among the other pictures with their pointy chest thrust out as they gripped the motorcycle handles or leaned over shiny red cars. You could tell that their thighs never rubbed against one another, nor did their bellies ever form rolls when they bent over. Their skin glistened, framed by beautiful long hair which fell over their shoulders in cascading waves. You just knew you couldn’t compete.

God, why can’t I be even remotely as pretty as them?

Bender couldn’t see your face with his head resting in the crook of your neck, but somehow he felt you tense up. You prayed he wouldn’t ask, because you couldn’t bear to tell him the truth.

“What is it with you today, huh?”

You knew he didn’t want to be mean. You tried to hide your face, but he reached and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You felt a knot tie in your throat when his fingertips brushed against your collarbone.

“Hey, don’t think I didn’t notice it. You’ve been silent the whole day. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wro—”, you choked out, trying to keep your voice steady. Your futile attempt made Bender snap up and look closely at your tear-streaked face. He started stroking your cheek, but you didn’t want to be touched.

“Don’t... Just— Please, John...”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. For a moment you felt so worthless that even the warmth of his skin felt like something you didn’t deserve.

“Hey...”, he reached for your hand the moment you untangled from his embrace, “Talk to me, [Y/N], will you?”

“Don’t you ever wish I were... different?”

His brows furrowed in confusion as he gazed at your hunched, shaking frame.

“The fuck are you talking about?”, he demanded.

“Don’t you wish that I were prettier? Skinnier? I don’t know, like... Claire Standish, or one of those pin-up girls—”

“What gave you such an idea?”, he sounded harsh as he lifted your chin to inspect your puffy eyes. “Did somebody call you names? Who was it?”

“No, it was... nothing”, you shook your head, “Forget it.”

“Then why are you so upset? Was it me?”

“Oh, John, of course not. You’re... You’re so good to me.”

His expectant gaze still lingered over you. You took a quivering breath, afraid of what was inevitably going to come out of your mouth. But you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“It’s just that... Sometimes, I feel so ugly. Everywhere I look, I see beautiful, tall, slim women... I feel so big, and so heavy, I wish I could be more shapely and better-looking and—”

“And just like everybody else, right?”, he retorted, but quickly lowered his voice, “Hey. Look at me.”

You raised your head to meet his deep, loving stare. He slowly ran his hand over your cheek, wiping away the tears before cupping your whole face in his hands and pressing his lips firmly against yours.

“That’s bullshit”, he said when you pulled away, “I don’t know who put it in your head, but it's bullshit. You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

You nodded, wiping at your face with the back of your hand. His forehead creased.

“I couldn’t tell. You always seem so confident”, he said.

“I don’t know...”, you shrugged, “It’s been piling up, I guess. And looking at all these girls on your walls... I just broke down. I’m sorry.”

He pulled away from you as soon as those words left your mouth.

“Is that what this is all about?”, he jumped up and started walking around the room. “Jesus, if you had told me earlier...”

A strange noise that followed made you finally lift your gaze from the floor. Seeing Bender rip the posters from the walls, crumple and throw them all in the basket one by one, it was your turn to jump.

“John, you don’t have to do that”, you pulled at his sleeve, “It’s your room. You shouldn’t do it for me. It’s your thing, I understand—”

“No, no, no”, he murmured as he repeatedly tore the paper in his hands until the last hot girl was gone. “You don’t understand, and it’s not my thing. You know what is?”

He swiftly scooped you up and pulled you onto his lap, hands gripping at your upper thighs as he kissed your neck, resulting in a fit of giggles erupting from your throat.

“See?”, he said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “That’s my thing. Not some empty-headed prom queen. Or a bunch of Playboy dolls. Do you even have an idea how gorgeous you are?”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, too flustered to answer. When you leaned against his toned chest to kiss him on the jaw, you heard him klick his tongue.

“God, I love when you do that”, he chuckled.

“I love you, Johnny.”

“I know.”

“Aren’t you gonna say it back?”, you laughed as he proceeded to plant kisses all over your face. It took him a while to make sure he didn’t miss any spot before answering.

“I adore you, stupid.”

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[80s90smovies]

John Bender, Are You Jealous? | John Bender

for @inallmylives​ ! hope you enjoy lovely! <3

I didn’t have the energy to proofread so i’m sorry.

Warnings : None !

As swim season lurked on the horizon, conditioning began to heat up for the varsity clan. You had been swimming on the school’s swim team for all of high school -- and gotten quite good -- but there was one aspect of the sport that you weren’t quite great at yet: the social part. You had made an astonishing total of 1 swim pal, who unfortunately didn’t receive the same varsity bump that you did at the end of the last season. Needless to say, practices tended to be lonely.

The fortunate part was that, for a little while, you’d have a buddy to walk with to and from practice. As spring sports were getting going, winter sports had yet to come to a complete stop. That meant that the wresting team was still having practices at the same time that you were, which in turn led to your step brother and Andrew Clark walking you to the pool every afternoon.

There was just one problem, and that problem just so happened to be so well masked that you didn’t even notice for the first week of practices. And that problem was one John Bender and his infallible jealousy. 

You and John had been dating for a few months now; in fact, he was a large part of how you and Andrew became friends. While the pair weren’t necessarily best buds after their detention adventures (of which you had heard the story many, many times), they remained casual friends. When you found out Andrew wrestled with your step brother, you figured you two were just destined to be friends.

John felt...differently. 

You first noticed it after class one day. John was waiting by your locker in typical John fashion, patiently waiting to see your smiling face. You greeted him while quick peck on the lips before working on your combination lock. 

“How was your day?” Your boyfriend asked, leaning on a locker nearby. 

You spoke in short bursts as you heaved your books into your locker. “Fine, I suppose... Stupid history test... now practice...” Your words trailed off as John’s hands replaced yours, shoving the last of your materials into the storage space with ease. He took the liberty of grabbing your swim bag as well, though rather than handing it over, he shut your locker and held out a hand. 

When he caught the confused look you were giving him, he smirked, “You’re acting like you’ve never held my hand before.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully smacking his arm. “Oh, shut up,” you joked as you tucked your hand into his, “I was just confused. I figured you had someplace to be.”

He shook his head, “I can’t think of anything more pressing than making sure my girlfriend gets to practice safely.”

Part of you wanted to melt. However, the more dominant part of you never passed up an opportunity to tease your boyfriend. “Huh. Spoken like someone who’s actually... walked their girlfriend to practice before,” you said with a laugh.

John huffed, “Yeah, well, I’ll make sure to walk you every day from now on, okay? And I’ll pick you up too. How ‘bout that?”

You smiled, leaning against his arm as you walked, “Sounds like a dream. You can count me in.”

He smiled, kissing the top of your head. His thumb stroked your hand as he mumbled, “Yeah, so tell Clark to find someone else to walk with.”

You weren’t quite sure at first if he meant for you to hear his quip, but after a moment of consideration you figured he must’ve said it with intent, as John Bender never did much by accident. You skidded to a halt, letting go of his hand. He turned to look at you, no confusion lingering at all. He knew exactly what he said. 

“Is that what this is about?” You asked, your eyebrows knit together in what was almost disbelief. You knew he had some very... strong emotions, but jealousy had never been one. When it came to your relationship, he was always very sure of himself and of you. It was why you worked to well together.

So when he gave you a taut shrug, you felt like you were losing your mind. He turned his head away, his grip on your drawstring bag tightening. He didn’t say a word.

“John Bender, are you jealous?” You said it more out of your own confusion that anything. You didn’t even mean for it to be an implication.

You were genuinely confused.

Again, he shrugged. It took him a moment, and you began to fear that he wasn’t going to say anything at all. But then he sighed, “It just seems like you’ve been spending a lot of time around him lately.” He turned to meet your gaze, “Like...a lot.”

You stared at him for a minute before letting out a sigh of your own. You reached for him, cupping his face in your hands. He just stood there, letting you do as you pleased. He didn’t get angry with you often -- he knew the ramifications of such anger -- and this time didn’t seem to be an exception. He didn’t seem angry. He was just jealous.

You stood on your toes to get as close to his eye level as possible, nearly brushing the tip of your nose against his. You stared into his big brown eyes as you calmly articulated your thoughts. “John, we both know that I love you. You have exactly zero reasons to think otherwise. Don’t let yourself get worked up over me having a friend who you introduced me to.”

John stayed rigid for a total of five seconds before caving, leaning forward to connect your lips softly. The look in his eyes told you the two words he refused to say. You knew you wouldn’t be getting an apology, but that was just fine. You knew, as he intertwined his fingers with yours once more, that the apology was there, just as he knew all was forgiven.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, mention of scary movies, johns dad is abusive

I pulled my blanket up a little more as I tossed another kernel into my mouth. My room was only lit by the tv screen and the neon sign hanging in the corner of my room. Jumping a little at something that happened on the tv, I let out a quiet laugh at myself. There was a knock at my window that had me jump and nearly upend the bowl of popcorn in my lap.

“John!” I exclaimed as I went to open the window. He smiled at me as he started to climb through. “You asshole!” I smacked his arm and John rubbed it, scrunching up his nose playfully and muttering in fake pain.

“Nice to see you too babe.” He grumbled as he climbed onto my bed, grabbing some popcorn. He watched me as he ate, raising an eyebrow and snickering when I finally gave up glaring at him and climbed onto the bed next to him. “Whatcha watching?”

“some horror movie that was on.” I shrugged. John nodded as he picked his arm up so I could curl up next to him. “I can change it if you want…” I jumped as John tightened his grip on me.

“no it’s alright.” He said before he kissed my cheek. “As long as you are alright with it.” His eyes scanned my face as I jolted again, hand flying out to grab johns flannel. He nodded and reached over to my nightstand for the remote. “Right. Ok. We’re going to find something else to watch.” I buried my head in his shoulder as the movie got more gory. John rubbed my back as he flipped through the channels to try to find something that wasn’t a horror movie. “Damn October. Ok. Alright. It’s animated but I mean.” He shrugged and I peaked out from my hiding spot.

“oh. Yeah. That’s good. You’ll hate it.” I said with a small laugh. John kissed my forehead and rubbed my back again.

“then it’s perfect.” John settled against me and pulled the popcorn bowl into his lap as we settled in to watch.

“not to be…” I turned to look at John and shrugged. “But why are you here?”

“my dad.” John said, eyes still trained on the screen. “I’m going to have a bruise on my arm and stomach tomorrow by the way. Don’t want to wake up and see you staring at it.” Johns eyes flicked over to mine for a second before going back to the screen. “Detention again Saturday. Meeting up with Allison I think. Everyone is going to meet up at that pizza place on Irving if you wanna go.” I nodded and turned back to the tv.

“what did you do this time?” I asked with a small laugh. John chuckled and tilted the popcorn bowl towards me.

“insulted Vernon’s wardrobe again. And his office.” I sat back to look at John. He smiled at me.

“his office?” I asked, John nodded with a smirk.

“Yeah. His design choices.” I cocked my head and John leaned forward. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you never noticed the sports illustrated swimsuit calendar?” I thought for a second before shaking my head. “He’s got one. I’m gonna steal it Saturday.”

“really John? And risk another detention?” I asked.

“of course. Something like that has no right being out in the open. It should be in a locker. Like every other self respecting high schooler has it.” I laughed and fell back against John. He wrapped his arms around me and laughed with me.

“ok. Ok. Just try not to get caught.” I asked, knowing that he would still get caught no matter what he did.

“I can’t make promises sweets.” John responded. “But I’ll do my best.” We settled back against each other and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

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Not So Secret Anymore-John Bender X Reader

Soooo...I seem to love writing secret relationships I guess lol. Another prompt by the lovely @cream-cheese-and-bagels sparked a story in my brain. This time about the one and only John Bender! (Also I realized that The Breakfast Club is on Netflix...So...That’s how I’m gonna spend my life XD)

You can find the prompt Here

otp imagine #122

Person C: did you study for the test today? i think im ready!

Person B: there was a FUCKING TEST?

Person A: *without looking up* yes, you passed that already, but theres is a regular test today.

Person B: *turning red* i-i dont know whether to be scared about the test or honored…

I sighed as I walked into the classroom, I could do this, as boring as it was, I could get through another day of school. Taking my seat beside Brian, I glanced back at John who sat behind him. John simply smirked at me and I quickly turned away before I started blushing.

John and I dating had been a secret for almost two months now, why I don't really know, the only guess I had was that I was the total opposite of John, and he had a reputation to uphold.

The last of the students filed into the classroom and we all waited for the teacher, it was at this time that Brain leaned over and asked me.

"Did you study for the test today? I think I'm ready!"

I felt my body stiffen, there was a test today?! I...I hadn't studied...John had convinced me to go out with him last night...Which although led to a lot of fun into the late hours, had also led me away from any studying for this test!

"There was a fucking test?!" I couldn't stop my voice from raising at the end, the panic setting in. A few students looked back at me after my outburst-I heard a snicker behind me and had to hold myself back from turning and glaring at him, stating that it was his fault that I would completely fail this test, but his next words made the blush cover my whole face.

"Yes, you passed that already, but there is a regular test today" By now the whole class was staring at us, eyes darting back and forth between John and I, some hid their giggles and chuckles with their hand, others stared in disgust, but most were just shocked.

I was one of the masses because I realized that, although it wasn't in the most graceful fashion-it was in the most John-like fashion for sure...But he had just outed our relationship, maybe just to this class, but word would spread quickly in the school. Turning towards him I couldn't help but smile, blush still on my face.

"I-I don't know whether to be scared about the test or honored…"

"Honored of course" He smirked, leaning back with his hands behind his head before doing a kissing gesture toward me. Just then the teacher came in, and with one last smile towards John I turned and prepared myself for the test that I knew I would fail...But I was ok with that.

[may0osh]

The Breakfast Club - John Bender

READ ONLY IF YOU WATCHED THE MOVIE.

If you’re a fan of the movie, grab a snack, this is gonna take a while…

Can some people please take a minute to remember this movie was released in 1985, so that was 37 years ago. The attitude was different back then, literally everything was different, even people’s mindset. So when you want to judge a film, think about the time of release, and how life used to be at that time. I’m so glad this movie was released before social media. Also, some people in the comments section are talking like these characters were meant to be perfect, which is the exact opposite of the idea behind the film, remember they are just kids! It’s all about the struggles of teenagers, not adults.

The Breakfast Club’s confession scene is one of the movie’s most pivotal and revealing, and it was also surprisingly UNSCRIPTED by the film’s cast. How powerful and amazing is that. The Director John Hughes left the confession scene largely unscripted, aiming for authenticity that was less likely to occur naturally if the actors simply delivered lines. While other small parts of the film (such as Bender’s unfinished “blonde woman” joke, and the “I forgot my pencil’’ line) were also improvised, it is incredible that the actors were able to successfully ad-lib such an important scene. Even the ICONIC one where Bender puts his fist up into the air as he walks across a football field with the quintessential Simple Minds’ track “Don’t You Forget About Me” blaring offscreen, originally, Hughes wanted Judd Nelson to walk across the field while the sunset showed brilliant behind him. Without Hughes’ direction, Nelson thrusted his fist into the air, and everybody, including Hughes, marveled at this stunningly natural improvised and fitting character choice. The ending has since become a beloved and unforgettable piece of moviemaking that is often referenced in pop culture, films, and television shows. It truly gives me chills every single time. 

I wanna get real deep into my favorite of the bunch; John Bender (Played by Judd Nelson), who despite having conflicts with his own abusive father and even the school’s strict principal, is a fearless leader who’s willing to stop at nothing until things are settled just the way he imagined them. In a way they looked to him as the leader sometimes later in the film. He carries a knife because he’s scared that at any point anyone could be a threat and he has to keep up his guard. Also, The scene in the closet with Vernon shows his vulnerability.  Vernon locks bender in and threatens to hurt him physically is such a raw and emotional scene for me, because it showcases that bender clearly isn't the person he's trying to be, but that it's rather a front to avoid getting hurt. in that scene, Vernon has severely misjudged bender's character and confronts him with violence, just like bender's father. bender doesn't fight back, because he's in a position of weakness. Vernon is a grown adult, towering over him and using his power to push bender down. again, just like bender's father. His whole life he’s been at the mercy of an abusive father so he feels the need to protect himself. Judd Nelson in describing Bender’s character he said “He’s always angry and bitter for the way he was treated in school and at home his entire life, that’s why he spends most of his time trying to pull the other people down to his level, this level where he feels they’ve put him.”

Bender was in detention for pulling a false fire alarm, it feels like he wanted to get the detention. I feel like the reason Bender kept getting Saturdays was because it meant less time at home with his father. It was an escape. I don’t agree with his attitude of course, and I’m not justifying any of his actions, but I can understand his trauma and what all of his manners are coming from. After all, he’s a powerful character. 

Even if he leans towards the dark side, he’s so vulnerable, but super intelligent, witty, articulate, verbally adept, quick on his feet, extremely capable, and if you noticed when he talks, he has expensive vocabulary, with the best comebacks ever. 

I really loved the scene where he gets himself caught by Vernon in order to get the rest detainees from getting in more trouble kinda proves he’s more that an arrogant kid with a devil may care attitude. He was a selfless guy who was willing to take the proverbial bullet for others. Remember the part when Claire told Allison and Brian if they came up to her in school she would ignore them, Bender was so angry and told her “You know how shitty this is to do to someone.” Also. when he told her that “you can’t stand up to your friends and tell them that you’re gonna like who you wanna like.” That was great point, that popular kids only cares about people’s opinion. He hated that. Behind his hoody, bad boy persona, he cares about friendship, and i think there’s more to him than his exterior.

About the way he was a jerk to Claire (especially the confession scene), I hated it but it’s pretty obvious that he liked her from the start. He was mean to her, but in the film they’re showing how Bender is a vulnerable 16 years old kid who’s afraid of rejection, that’s why he’s taking this method with a girl he’s assuming he would never get. He is used to being treated as worthless, that he rejects everyone before they can reject him, that’s why through bitterness and rudeness according to him, he’s protecting himself. He’s rude especially to Claire because he cares about being rejected by her, it’s possible that to him even having then hate him is better than having then not think of him at all. He’s not justified, but maybe understood. He describes himself as “A freak” when he was talking to Claire, it’s in the deleted scenes of the movie, and that’s probably why deep down all he wanted to be accepted. Don’t forget he’s a victim of abuse, he just needed someone to believe in him, and that was obvious in the closet scene when Vernon he wanted him to become violent, even threatened him, John looked paralyzed and scared, he was reminded of his father, beating him, burning him with his cigar… the realization in his eyes that there’s no escaping from the abuse was sad. The movie wanted to show the damaged, abused, scared kid, a typical teen who just wanted to be accepted, and how he would deal with everything and everyone around him.  All I know is this movie is really deep.

I always like to analysis any characters that I like before giving my judgment. I remember as a teenager I liked Bender as the rebellious, bad boy, and sarcastic guy! But growing up, and when you get old enough, after watching the movie over and over again, my idea of this character changed to see him on a deeper level. You realize that Bender is the most important character. He’s the one that broke the conformity and he made them all see each other for who they really are.

Judd Nelson made an iconic character, despite his flaws. People still dress up as John Bender for Halloween, to this day. He might’ve invented the ‘bad boy/young criminal’ character in Hollywood. I read a comment once, and i couldn’t get it out of my head, it says “If Judd Nelson had died after making this film, he would have been regarded as a modern day James Dean.” I couldn’t agree more.

People are forgetting that this movie teaches that every generation are raised by the one before, it means they are responsible for teaching their kids what’s right and what’s wrong. They don’t realize it’s people like them that make them the way they are currently.

The Breakfast Club is a timeless masterpiece. It’s the one movie they could never remake. Great decade. Best music. Best movies. 

I think I wrote an essay, mainly about Bender, because he was the most complicated, important, and damaged character. Sorry, that was really long, but I was re-watching this iconic movie, and i wanted to share my opinion. All of this, just my personal opinion, and my own point of view.

Check this interview with Judd, you’ll be surprised of how intelligent, charismatic, witty and well-spoken he is:

—> Behind the scenes with Judd Nelson https://youtu.be/gsrGzXrmyU8

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i'd die for you

Summary: Sometimes, Bucky wishes that she acted like a real omega. He doesn't mean to tell her this but does anyway. Mistakes have been made.

"You're a dick," she says, tugging on the chains that bind her to the bed.

Bucky grins.

"Yer just lucky I knotted ya before I did somethin' drastic," he says.

"And this is what exactly? Something easy?"

"Naw, pretty omega, my little sun, no," Bucky coos. "This is punishment for mouthin' off."

She didn't mind it when Bucky asked her if he could tie her up. His eyes had looked a little feral around the edges thanks to his rut. They have done this many times before, though in a different way. Usually, Bucky is the one tied to the bed, unable to escape, but his rut makes him want to take control and stay on top of her all night. She makes a pretty picture, naked and held down in their nest so that she can't move. Still, she cannot stop running her mouth, but Bucky doesn't mind. He likes seeing her come out of her shell, sassing him, and swearing.

Bucky turns to the chest of drawers and opens the top one. He sifts through his clothing until he finds the thing that he wants- a tie to stuff in that pretty mouth of hers, while he gets busy stuffing some other part of her, and then again, and again, and again, and then one more time until the fire in his veins has cooled enough for him to sleep.

"You're hilarious. When you mess with the bull, you get the horns, right?" she throws back.

"Heh, good reference."

"What do you mean?"

"Breakfast Club," Bucky explains, turning back around.

"The what?"

"You know," Bucky says, "John Hughes, young Molly Ringwald. Judd Nelson."

"Who?" she says.

"Gods, never mind. It's like talkin' to someone in a retirement home."

Pressing a hungry kiss to her lips before balling up the tie and shoving it between her lips, Bucky looks down at her fondly as she continues running her mouth right up until-

"I'm sorry I'm not as cultured as you are, you furry- mpf!"

"There we go," Bucky drawls, pleased. "You look good enough to eat, all spread out for me. You look so sweet, baby doll."

"Mpf!" she cries around the tie in her mouth.

"Why, of course, omega-mine," Bucky says. "You are so welcome to show that pretty little pussy for me."

She flips him off around the chains connecting her to their bed. Bucky cackles and jumps on the mattress, stalking up to her like a predator. When he's hovering over her completely, cocky smirk firmly in place, he kisses her forehead.

"We gotta keep you quiet. Ya talk too much shit."

She snarls, jaw ticking around the tie. There is an itch in the back of Bucky's head, and he notices his hand reaching for the tie in her mouth. The call gets stronger, and his hand moves nearer like it's separate from his body. It takes him a moment to realize that it's her making him feel that way. It's the vampire ability of enticement, right. Weaker beings have quavered and fallen under her spell, but she cannot make Bucky one of them. Not when he finally has her exactly where he wants her. Bucky slowly shakes his head, bumping his thumb against her nose at the same time. Back and forth. Back and forth, and she hisses, trying to wiggle free.

"None a' that, baby. You're all mine tonight," he says.

She throws her head back and groans loudly. Bucky clicks his tongue.

"I know, I know, honey. Imagine how I feel. What with this boner an' a sassy omega who don't listen?"

Her fangs have slid free from her teeth and are poking out from the tie balled up in her mouth as another snarl works its way up from her chest. Bucky shakes his head, clucking again. He stretches himself, sprawling over her and almost taking up the entire bed. She grunts as she takes his weight but quickly adjusts, continuing to struggle.

"Stop movin'. You ain't gettin' outta those chains," Bucky says, tapping her nose. "Now, are ya gonna present for me?"

Her head shakes as both middle fingers make an appearance. Bucky sighs. His desire is creeping back over him, making his dick thicken between his thighs, leaving him hard and leaking as he brushes himself against the soft skin of her hip. The entire bedroom reeks of sex, not that that isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it makes Bucky insatiable. His baby doll isn't submitting yet, however. She's angry. He smells burning wood, like a forest fire, and the distinct scent of her has melted as she lets her fury wash over her. The heady scent of her desire and her sweetness is nowhere to be found-just the fiery scent of his arousal and Bucky's eyebrows furrow in response to his discovery. She isn't even remotely aroused.

Well, fuck.

Instinctively, Bucky leans towards his omega and looks at her, concern creasing his forehead. The alpha in him is screaming at him to protect, soothe, love! Instead of mount, present, fuck! As it had been for the last half hour. Bucky isn't some horrible alpha who would fuck his omega without making sure she wants him as much as he wants her. He's screwed everything up. Hesitant fingers tug the tie from her mouth, and as soon as he has thrown it across the room, she is scolding him with a scowl twisting her pretty face.

"Why am I in pain, Bucky?" she snaps.

"What? Where?!"

"My wrists are burning. These are the iron chains, you dumbass. I told you where the good chains were, but you grabbed the wrong ones!"

"No, I didn't," Bucky says uncertainly.

"Yes, you did! I'm burning up from the inside out!" she says. "Brooklyn, Brooklyn. I'm safe-wording."

"All right, all right, all right," Bucky says, sending a calming feeling through their bond, "I have the key right here. I'll get you out."

He really should have seen her next move coming, but he is a bit of a mindless alpha only concerned with knotting his omega right now. As soon as he unlocks her, she springs, knocking Bucky to the ground and holding him down with all of her might. Bucky growls, trying to get free. The rings on her fingers must have silver in them because Bucky cries out in pain as they touch his bare skin. Where the fuck did she get those?

"Silver?" he gasps.

"Oh, are they?" She lets go of his neck immediately, looking apologetic. "Gods, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I got them at a thrift shop."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Bucky growls. His neck burns. She was trying to kill him.

"I just said I didn't know. I'm sorry, okay? Anyway, like you can talk, with your iron chains," she says, showing her burnt wrists.

"Fuckin' piece a' work, you are," Bucky barks. "Don't even fuckin' know how to be an omega!"

"You're being a bit dramatic. I just don't like being treated like a hole to stuff full of your cum, Buck."

"I'm not bein' dramatic; I want an obedient omega!" Bucky spits, his emotions going haywire underneath the weight of his rut. "Round an' round this goes, every time we do this. 'M sick of it! Barton said this would come back to bite me in the ass, matin' with you!"

She recoils as though he has slapped her. It takes him a moment to realize why, but once it does, his eyes widen, and he hastens to explain himself.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on, no. I take it back. I didn't-"

"Why don't you find another wolf then?" she interrupts coldly, but her eyes look damp with bloody tears.

"I don't- I didn't mean to say that, sunshine," Bucky says weakly.

"It sure sounded like you did."

"I- I didn't, I swear I didn't. No, wait!" Bucky reaches for her, his fingers brushing against her bare leg as she springs off of him.

She starts digging through one of Bucky's drawers, and he sits up, watching her.

"What're you doin'?" he whispers.

"Here."

She throws a toy at him, striking him in the chest. He used to use one of these fleshlights on his rut, built for an alpha's knot like an omega wolf would be, but it isn't the same now, and they both know that. She glares at him. Bucky hesitantly picks up the toy, and she huffs, slipping on her sneakers, a pair of shorts, and a long shirt, then leaves the room. The door slams behind her, and he groans, flopping back on the carpet. This is unacceptable. This is the third time he's mentioned on his rut that he hates that she isn't a proper omega wolf.

"Damn it," Bucky curses, dropping the toy and sitting up.

His emotions are all over the place. He is still sporting a semi, but he doesn't care anymore since the only thing he wants right now has left him alone. He probably deserved that. Bucky tugs on a pair of boxers, and he walks over to their giant window, pushing it open and stepping out in the fresh night air. It feels good on his heated skin, and it calms him down, clearing his mind. Bucky gnaws his lip. She has run away. Far this time, as her scent is nowhere to be found. Just like the night that they had met. Without thinking, Bucky launches himself from the balcony and lands on the ground with a heavy thud.

He sticks his nose in the air, sniffing for a good minute and a half before he smells her. She is still mad. But there's something else there too — something he has never smelled on her before. It's bitter and acrid like Bucky has been simultaneously sucking on a lemon and inhaling the stench of rotting flesh. It's fear, Bucky realizes with a jolt. His omega is terrified. He is sprinting off as fast as his feet can carry him before he even has a second to process things. The alpha in him is screaming 'protect,' over and over until he's drowning in the sensation, rage filling him, and he wants to tear apart whatever has his omega so scared.

Skidding to a stop within a clearing of the dark woods, Bucky can barely make out the shadowy figures surrounding her. His growl is loud and clear, telling whoever is surrounding her to back the fuck off. Protective instincts well up in him so strongly that he gets dizzy. Bucky won't let this happen again. She will never get hurt while he's around. He gets in between his omega and the rutting alpha. He hears her whimper.

"Sh," Bucky murmurs, not taking his eyes off the alpha hiding in the shadows.

She makes another little noise, and the scent of her pain reaches Bucky's nose. He bares his teeth at the wolves. His omega is hurt, and there is no other explanation than these wolves. And hurting a bonded omega, especially the omega of a pack leader, is against werewolf law.

"She's fuckin' mated assholes," Bucky barks.

The wolves ooze out of the darkness then, and Brock Rumlow puffs out his chest as he recognizes Bucky.

"Barnes. Nice seeing you," he says.

"This ain't your territory, Rumlow."

"Well, no, but just imagine my surprise when I smelled such a sweet little thing out here. She was all alone, Barnes. What was a wolf to do?"

"Leave her the fuck alone, maybe?"

"What if I make you an offer?" Rumlow says casually. "What if we share, just for tonight. You and me, and I think Jack wants a turn. But he can go after us. He doesn't have a rut; he wants to fuck something. What do you say?"

"She's mine."

"Says who?"

Bucky growls warningly.

"Says that fuckin' mark on her neck. If I find out you hurt her like I think you did, I'll fuckin' kill you."

She presses herself against Bucky's back, shaking like a leaf. She nods in response to Bucky's silent question through their bond about whether or not she is hurt. Bucky doesn't even consider his next move before he rears back and punches Rumlow squarely in the nose. The cartilage shatters easily under his fist as Rumlow's nose starts bleeding.

"Don't you ever fuckin' talk to her! Don't even fuckin' look at her! She's mine."

"She's a pretty little thing," Rumlow goads. "Pretty little body to break on my knot."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Why don't you want to share? Does big ol' Bucky Barnes care about a vamp of all things?"

"Bucky," she whispers, putting her hand on his shoulder to stop him or encourage him; Bucky isn't sure.

"Hey, sweetheart," blurts Rumlow, ignoring Bucky in favor of his omega. "You tired of him yet? I know you're a vamp, but I don't discriminate."

She leans her head on Bucky's back, unsteady breaths that she doesn't need passing her lips. Bucky would think that she is in pain or terrified, but he can smell it on her now. She is still scared, but with every word that Rumlow says, she gets angrier. Underneath his own anger, Bucky feels a flicker of pride.

"Yeah, darlin'?" Bucky asks, ignoring Rumlow to focus solely on his omega.

But Rumlow keeps running his mouth:

"Bet we could have fun, you and I. If you don't mind, a little iron to keep you in line, of course."

"Let's shut him up," she whispers in the language of her homeland.

"Hell, yeah," says Bucky before he launches himself at Brock Rumlow.

Rumlow is slightly weaker than he, and they slam into each other so hard that it makes Bucky disoriented. They land together on the cold ground and wrestle, each trying to get the other to submit. Both alphas are on their rut, a dangerous combination. They are fighting to kill, and the prize? The vampire. Bucky's soulmate. His side splits open on one of Rumlow's claws, and Bucky howls in pain. He sinks his teeth in Rumlow's shoulder.

"I bet she'd scream so good." Rumlow spits blood on the ground around a mouthful of wolves' teeth. "With the fucking I'd give her."

Bucky's vision goes red, and he growls the loudest he has yet. It is like a roar that silences the forest, but Rumlow doesn't back down, not even after Bucky wraps his bicep around his neck and starts to choke him. Rumlow struggles, but Bucky squeezes harder until he becomes distracted, realizing that she isn't where Bucky last saw her. He twists his head and sees her grappling with Jack Rollins. She is bleeding from a bite on her forearm. Bucky snarls at Rollins, but he can't help her, not now when Rumlow is still trying to cleave Bucky's torso in half. Bucky blinks, and Rollins slams into a tree so hard that the whole thing sways. She's quicker than he thought.

"She'll pay for that," chokes Rumlow. "After I knot her, I'm cutting her head off."

"How are you still talking?"

Directly above them, hidden in a tree, Bucky sees a small figure leap down. He rolls out of the way just as she lands on top of Rumlow without so much as a sound.

"You'd do well to stop talking," she adds, perched on Rumlow's chest like it's nothing.

She and Bucky don't look at each other, but her plea flicker between their bond. Rollins lays unconscious but alive, and as much as Bucky wants to kill Rumlow, his omega doesn't want him to. He knows that if he said yes, she would help him. She's pretty good at tearing hearts out of chests. But Bucky agrees with her (for now, anyway) that they can't afford to start something with another wolfpack. So, Bucky drops Rumlow, who gasps for breath.

"Get it now?" Bucky says.

Rumlow growls, scuttling away as Bucky walks towards his omega. He falls to his knees and kisses her stomach, looking up at her with sorrowful eyes.

"He wouldn't shut up," she says. "Why wouldn't he shut up?"

"He won't ever fuckin' come near you again. I'll tear his head off first."

"Buck."

"Don't you ever run away on me again," he says, nosing the hem of her shirt up and then pressing his mouth to her bare skin. "My heart can't take it."

"But-"

"Look, I was wrong, okay? I'm always wrong. I don't want an omega wolf. I want you, an' I fuckin' know that I do the same thing on my rut every damn time, but it's just the rut talkin'. I went too far today, an' I'm so fuckin' sorry. I don't need a wolf. I need you, baby. Don't ever run away like that again. I was so fuckin' scared."

"You saved me."

"I always will. My sunshine, I'd die for ya, did you know that?"

"Oh, Buck," she says before she meets him on the ground and squeezes him tight.

"I'm here," says Bucky, burying his nose in her neck. "It's okay. You hurt?"

"Not as bad as you, baby."

"Don't worry about me; I'm healin'. You wanna go home?"

"I'd like nothing better."

"Okay," Bucky says. "Lemme carry you."

When she is safe in his arms, curled up against his chest, Bucky turns back and starts heading for the house.

"I'm sorry about the rings," she says. "I didn't know."

Bucky hums.

"I know. It's okay. I'm sorry I grabbed the iron chains."

"I forgive you. If I'm honest, I don't even remember why I had them in the first place."

"We should start labelin' things, huh?"

That brings a smile to her face. She laughs, agreeing with him. Bucky glows at being the cause of his favorite thing in the world.

"We'll have to," she agrees. "After your rut, of course."

"Yeah, after my rut," he says.

It is creeping up on him again. Bucky holds her just a little bit tighter. She snuggles into him like she's trying to hide from her thoughts.

"What?" Bucky asks.

"Can I- I mean, when we get back, would you mind if I -hmm- if I-"

"If you what?"

She does not say it out loud, seemingly too embarrassed to, his sweet baby doll. Instead, she hesitantly pushes the idea across their bond in crude approximations of the real thing, almost like a badly drawn portrait of a parent by a child. Bucky startles, understanding immediately what she wants.

"Yeah," he chokes. "Yeah, you can."

If his steps get faster, she does not comment on it.