Bender's Girl

Requested by anon:

Hi could you do a headcannon for breakfast club meeting/dating John Bender in detention and being really shy would involve?? I love this film so awesome that you write for it :))

You were absolutely mortified when your parents dropped you off

Going to school on a weekend? And what was worse… Detention?

You had never gotten detention, ever! In your life!

It was stupid on the first place, how you got it

You didn’t technically get in trouble

All you did was laugh at a joke a classmate made

Not like you could control your laughter, it was really funny!

But there you were, on detention anyway

You noticed a few familiar faces when you arrived to the classroom

All of people you had seen along the halls but never talked to

However, you shrunk over yourself when you identified one of them

John Bender, the famous ‘criminal’ of the high school

From what you knew, he was always in detention

He scared you a little from all the things you heard

All the rumors that you didn’t want to believe

“Hey, sweetcheeks” He suddenly told you, sitting closer

You tried to ignore him, hoping he would leave you alone

“I’m talking to you, shortie” He insisted, getting even closer

When you looked at him, he was calmly taking his scar and jacket off

Even if his stare was intense and intimidated you

“I don’t want any trouble” You shyly told him, averting your eyes

“Who said you’re in trouble?” John replied, still calm. “I just wanna talk”

“What is it?” You budged, still a little cautious about him

“You’re new here” He looked you up and down. “What’re you in for?”

“Laughing in class…” You timidly told him, unable to look at him

John bursted out laughing, deeply amused by your crime

“Laughing in class?! Shit, they look for any excuses these days!”

You remained silent, hoping he wouldn’t start teasing you or anything

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” “Y/N” “Y/N… I’m John Bender”

You held back the urges to telling him ‘I know’ 

Even though he was well-known in the whole school

So you just nodded at him as all response

“Don’t worry, Y/N” John playfully patted your back. “It’s not so bad in here”

You looked at him, still uncomfortable being there

“It isn’t” He grinned when you locked eyes. “It’s just boring as hell”

“Okay” Although still nervous, it was nice to see he didn’t mean wrong

“And relax, pal” He then smirked. “I don’t bite… much”

You blushed violently and looked away from his eyes

You could hear John laughing, and you even chuckled a bit yourself

John Bender wasn’t all that bad, really

You even ended up talking a little

That day you left detention with a new perspective

For John Bender because I’m in desperate need for Bender fic

Flaws and imperfections

Warnings:slight VERY mild angst mentioned but with a cute ending

With some romantic fluff at the end?? Idk ahhhh sorry this is so specific I feel awkward typing this all out 😭 no worries if you can't and have an amazing day/night!

A/N: Wait omg I actually love this???.?? I'll TOTALLY do this!!!!!! Idk how well it'll be cuz I haven't watched Breakfast Club since mid August... but I'll do my best. (Also ty so much for being specific! Helps me out A LOT more!)

Art Class ~ John Bender x !Artist! Reader

Pronouns for Reader: She/Her

Relationship type: Platonic to romantic

Genreal Idea: (Y/N) and John are working on an art project together, and things seem to be going smoothly. A friendship even seems to be blooming. However, one day something seems... off. And (Y/N) seems determined to figure it out.

Content Warnings: John might be out of character, accurate PTSD representation from someone with PTSD, abuse mentioned (but not seen in action), swearing. It's a fic that takes place in the 80s. What do you expect???

(No particular POV)

☆Day 1: Assignment☆

John wasn't exactly the best at art. Shop? He pretty much had that class DOWN. Art? Not so much. So he decided to bite the bullet and just get the class over with. It was only a half-year class anyway. And he needed it to graduate. And in his mind, if he could graduate... he could get the FUCK out of that house. It was a win for him.

He took his spot in the back of the classroom, sunglasses on his face, and leaned back slightly in his chair. He found himself zoning out, wrapping himself around his own head. The thing that pulls him out of his thoughts is the sound of someone clearing their throat. He lifts his sunglasses up slightly on one side, just enough to see who it was. It was a girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Someone he INSTANTLY recognized as (Y/N) (L/N)

He didn't know the girl personally. He just knew OF her, if that makes any sense. He had another class with her, but he couldn't tell you what class it was. His school schedule mostly just blurred together if he was being honest. But every time he'd stolen a quick glance at her or whenever she was just simply in his line of vision, she always had her nose in either a book or a sketchbook. No in between. Occasionally, she was seen doing homework, but the rest of the time, it was drawing or reading.

"Can I help you?" He asks, a little snappier than he'd intended. Before he had a chance to mutter a quick apology and try again, she speaks.

"We were assigned to do the sculpting project together?" She says, unfazed by the snappy tone. It was the first time she'd ever spoken. Or... at least the first time John had ever heard her speak. Not nessicarily what he expected, but- God that sounds so fucking weird.

"Oh," He says, feeling kinda stupid. She just sits down, setting her bag down beside her, fishing around for what he assumed was her sketchbook. He decides to speak again, hopefully making some form of small talk to make up for the snappiness of before. "(Y/N), right?" He found himself bewildered at his own behavior. He normally never found himself feeling bad about his attitude or behavior. And here he was, feeling like a douche for slightly snapping at her.

"Yes," She says. "You perfer John or Bender?" She asks, grabbing a pencil and sliding it over to him, John stopped it with his forefinger. "I hear people call you both."

"I don't care." He says simply, watching her grab her sketchbook.

"Alright, John, it is." She says. "So, were you paying attention to the teacher, or do you have any idea what we're doing for the next..." She thinks for a moment, tapping her pencil eraser to the paper. "Week or so?" John's silence speaks more than if he'd simply said that he didn't. "We're doing a sculpting project." She says.

"Ah, I see." He says, twirling the pencil in his fingers.

"So I was thinking we could possibly get a rough idea before we actually dive in, yeah?" She says, flipping through her sketchbook. John gets some glimpses of her art, mesmerized by her work. She flips to the next blank page, writing at the top "PROJECT IDEAS".

The two plan, and by the two, (Y/N) mostly talked, and John just kinda nodded and went along with it.

At the end of class, (Y/N) gave John her phone number so they could stay in contact about the project. And the two went their separate ways for the day.

☆Day 3: Even More Sketching, Some Potential Friendship Forming☆

"How the hell do you understand this?" John asks, cracking his knuckles. "I barely understand 90% of this class." The girl in front of him simply chuckles.

"I've done this for a LONG while, John." She says. Most people just called him Bender, so hearing her call him John made him feel... nice? He didn't know, feelings are weird, and that wasn't a rabbit hole he really wanted to go down today.

"I've noticed." John says as the two work. "I hardly ever see you without that little sketchbook of yours." The two continue to work before John breaks the silence between the two.

"Ya know... I don't actually hate this." He says quietly, mostly to himself. (Y/N) hums in response.

"You say sumthin?" She asks, looking up at him. John feels heat rise to his face as he clears his throat, making up something on the spot.

"I-I said that I'm surprised you don't hate me." He says smoothly, covering up his little embarrassing moment.

"Why would I do that?" She asks, her eyes going back down to the large(ish) lump of clay infront of her as she rolls up her sleeves. The two converse back and forth while they do their project.

"Hey, so I was thinking." (Y/N) says before class ends. "Since we are a tad behind, we could possibly stay after school one of these days to get some extra work in."

"That works for me." John says, hand in his pocket. "When were you thinking?"

"Would you be able to do Thursday?" She asks. John thinks for a moment.

"Yeah, I can do that." John says.

"Sweet." She says as the bell rings. She puts the stuff they were using away and grabs her bag. "See ya."

John, left slightly speechless and red faced, blinks a few times before mumbling a "Yeah, see ya."

☆~☆

John was practically counting down the hours until he'd be able to work with (Y/N) after school. The fact that he was counting the hours down both disgusted and fascinated him. It was an odd combo that he really wasn't familiar with, nor had a desire to be familiar with.

(Y/N) had been nothing but the kindest soul to him. Did it make sense to him? No. Was he gonna ruin it by saying something? ... Also no.

☆Day 6: After School Work and a Walk Home☆

(Y/N) instantly knew something was up the second she set her stuff down. The air felt thicker around John, who was clearly pissed. The two didn't really talk, as (Y/N) detected he wasn't really in that mood. However, this didn't stop her from sliding a little slip of paper towards him.

John unfurled it: "You good? You seem a lot more angry than norma." John bit a small corner of his mouth until he could taste his own blood before responding verbally.

"It's not any of your business." He responds. The girl simply sighs softly, the two going back to the project. A few bruises poke out from under John's jacket sleeve, and (Y/N)'s heart instantly aches. She knew EXACTLY what was going on.

At the end of class, (Y/N) puts stuff away before asking John: "You still down to stay after?" She asks, her voice a bit softer than normal. John simply mumbles a "Yeah, whatever" and is out of the door.

☆~☆

(Y/N) sat on a desk as she ate a granola bar, waiting for John. Sure enough, there he was. He tossed his stuff at his normal desk, not really caring if anything was damaged.

"Ya know, we can reschedule if you're not doing the best." She says, doing her best not to sound rude or condescending.

"I'm fine, (Y/N)!" John says, slightly snappier than normal. "God, will you get off my back, please?" (Y/N), taken slightly aback, simply nods her head and the two get to work.

☆~☆

The two walk out of the school in silence. John feels like an absolute dick. He shouldn't have snapped at (Y/N). He's mad at his dad, not her. He can't bring himself to apologize though.

For once, it's (Y/N) who breaks the dense silence. "John, you don't have-"

"For fucks sake, I'm FINE, woman!" He snaps, turning to her. "God take the fucking hint?! Try that!" (Y/N) blinks a few times. She takes a lot, but that wasn't something she was gonna take. Regardless of what he was currently going through.

"Listen, John. I get you're in a bad mood. And you don't have to tell me why." She says. "But it's obvious you're not-"

"I'M FINE, (Y/N)!" He says, his voice shaking with unnessicary rage. "I'm fine! Fucking PERFECT even!" His hands shake with the rage. "So PLEASE! For FUCKING FUCKS SAKE! Get OFF of my ass about this 'You're not fine' shit. I'm PERFECTLY FINE!"

"Oh, clearly." (Y/N) says, hands on her hips. "Because someone who's fine acts like this."

"Oh my fucking god." John groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are you ACTUALLY braindead? Did you NOT hear me?"

"John," The girl says, trying to be as calm as she can. "I can literally SEE the brusies-"

"Oh my god, you fucking win! You fucking win." He says, practically whirling his jacket to the earth, revealing a shit ton of bruises and marks both old and new. "There, my old man whipped me to shit last night cuz I forgot to do something exactly to his liking. SATISFIED?!?" The rage in John's voice scares both (Y/N) and himself... but mostly himself.

The look that (Y/N) has on her face brings him damn near to tears. It's a look not of disgust or fake sympathy. But of actual concern, maybe even actual care. He's trying to look everywhere, BUT her face.

"John..." She whispers softly, her fingers moving to his arm, but instantly drawing back. John sighs, extending his arm out to her. Her soft fingers trace each mark softly, almost a feather light touch. "You don't deserve this."

"Well clearly, I did." He mumbles, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) drags her finger down his arm softly to his hand, where she squeezes gently.

"No, you don't." She says, looking him in the eyes. "John, I may not have known you for a super long time. But I know for a FACT that you're a good person under the tough guy exterior." John stays quiet, his eyes not leaving the girl in front of him. "You DON'T deserve this." She gestures to every mark that she could see and the ones she probably couldn't see. "And I'll be DAMNED if I listen to you act like you don't deserve the dirt under my shoes." Her other hand moves to his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. "Last time I checked, no human being deserves this. And if you need ANYBODY, SOMEWHERE to get away for a bit, my door's WIDE open, just call me, talk to me, hell even send me a letter. I don't care. But I'm here-"

"(Y/N)..." He says softly, his fingers wrapping around the hand (Y/N) had hers in. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Of course, John." She says softly, going up on her tiptoes to lightly brush her lips to his cheek. "Contrary to belief, I do have a-"

"You missed." He says.

"I-I'm sorry?" She asks. John simply chuckles before pressing his lips against her own.

John Bender x gn! reader

A/N: Not my gif

John: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!

Y/N: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from the school.

John, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

Y/N: Your John Bender right?

John: You a cop?

Y/N: No.

John: Then yes, I am.

Y/N: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell!

John: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

John: Can I have some?

Y/N, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

John: I have an idea.

Y/N: A good idea?

John: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

John: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Y/N: Aren't you forgetting something?

John: Uhh...*hesitantly kisses Y/N's forehead before running out.*

Y/N: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

John: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence.

Y/N: ... Don’t you mean benevolence?

John: No.

John: And what do I get out of this?

Y/N: I will give you a dollar.

John: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar!

Y/N: How 'bout two dollars?

John: You got yourself a deal

John: Y/N taught me to think before I act.

John: ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

John, upon learning how Y/N did a magic trick: So you’re not magic?

Y/N: Well, not really.

John: You’re just a liar.

John: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Y/N: Aww-

John: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Y/N: You use humor to deflect your trauma.

John: Awww, thanks-

Y/N: That’s not a good thing.

John: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

Y/N: *running towards John with open arms*

John: *moves out of the way*

Y/N: Hey, why'd you move?!

John: I thought you were going to attack me.

Y/N: I was going to hug you!

John: Why would you hug me?

Y/N: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Y/N: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

John: Mine just says "John no."

What It Would Be Like Dating John Bender

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Depending on your personality and all around vibe, at first, he either thought you were extremely annoying or very mesmerizing. Which ever it was, stupid or hypnotic, he still went home and tried desperately to get the thought of you out of his head. You replayed like a record in his mind. And at first, that fact angered him, he hated that you excited him so much, but after a while, he learned how to enjoy it, how to come to terms with it. He started to yearn for your presence and affection, almost 24/7 it seemed, no matter how close or distant your relationship was, he was determined to become closer, to make you his. But he pretended that he wasn’t interested in you, at all. In anyway shape or form, he was not enamored by you, romantically or platonically, that’s what he told himself that is. He acted like you didn’t affect his emotions, or that your being around didn’t make his heart flutter with joy. He hated this feeling, the feeling of butterflies when you were near. But, never the less, he was gonna make you his, and that was final.

And that’s when the flirty teasing started. When he came to the conclusion that you were to become his significant other.

That’s the “best” and only way he really knew how to flirt, in a serious manner. The only way he knew how to flirt in the hopes that you would actually reciprocate the same, bubbly feelings. So he started to comment on your shoes, your voice, your hair, your everything, in a rude manner. Just so he could talk to you, or make you angry. Just so you would notice him. And his actions actually started to make him become repulsive in your eyes. But, some how, in a good way? You almost enjoyed the distasteful attention you received from him, his disgusting actions and his annoying voice actually started to make you blush. As long as he was paying attention to you, giving you any sort of attention, then you couldn’t really care less. So, basically, you were both yearning for the same thing. Any sort of affection. Which you both ended up receiving rude and cruel affection from each other.

One day, the two of you ended up getting into a heated fight. During one class, as you were roaming the empty halls, you happened to pass by the brown haired boy. You kept your head down, as to not draw attention to yourself, but thats exactly what that strategy made happen. “You look extra ugly today, (Y/N).” Which forced you to respond with an aggravated “Can’t you just shut up?” That didn’t make Mr. Bender very happy, that little comment actually sparked a small argument. Nothing physical, just rude and crude remarks and statements. And soon enough, that lead to a childish competition of yelling offensive names directed at one another. How the teachers didn’t hear all the racket? I don’t know and neither do you, but in that moment, you really didn’t seem care. “Wastoid!” “Bitch!” “Jerk!” “Idiot!” “Asshole!” “You’re really pretty.” The sudden compliment caught you totally off gaurd. “What?” You asked for his clarification. “I think you’re really pretty...Do you maybe want to go out sometime...?” You were hesitant at first. Yes, he seemed to oddly charm you, yes, he made your mind go foggy and blank when he spoke to you, but he was also mean and rude to you. And quite honestly, he even frightened you a bit. But he ended up convincing you to just give him a try, and agreeing that if you didn’t enjoy the night, you wouldn’t have to spend another with him. So you caved and gave in. Sheepishly saying yes to his offer.

So, about a week later, that’s how you found yourself sitting in a discreet parking lot, with his favorite cassette tape quietly playing, some fast food and a nice conversation going as the two of you you observed the stars together. Sure, he broke his deal and made a few cruel jokes, but he immediately apologized after he noticed what he had done and said. It was just force of habit. And really, you didn’t mind. You were already falling almost head over heels for the delinquent. The night continued on romantically, well as romantic as you can get with John Bender. He tried his best to be charming and gentleman like, but he could only do so much. He held doors for you, complimented you all through out the night and other things such as. And he actually proved to be very awkward around pretty people such as yourself.

That first date sparked an avalanche of exteremly often dates, or just plain, weekly hang outs. Spending as much time with John as possible seemed to become more of a priority than many other things. Then those little dates and hang outs maturely grew into an official relationship. You guys didn’t share any “ officiating words” you just both kind of knew, if that makes sense? I mean, when you started hanging out all the time and receiving calls almost every night, that sort of signaled that it had become something more serious. And yes, that frightened you. You had heard of John Bender around school, how he was such the “bad boy heart breaker”, but he seemed like a total sweetie around someone he really liked, such as yourself. Sure, he wasn’t perfect, but he was much more kind to you compared to others.

Concerts, you guys attend lots and lots of concerts. You two love the loud music, the lights, the people, the everything. If there’s a band or musician either of you enjoy coming into town, you both make sure to acquire tickets as soon as you possibly can. You also got him really into Billy Idol. As you two planned on going to your 3rd concert together, you suggested that you guys should see the blond musician. He was a bit hesitant at first, of course he had heard some of his music over the radio, but none of it really got itself stuck in his mind. He just didn’t want to waste his money. You assured him that it would be totally worth it and he couldn’t have thanked you more. The concert mesmerized him, and from then on, Billy Idol became one of his top 10 favorite musicians. Anyway, you both adore staying out late, especially after a great and fulfilling concert has sadly come to an end. Getting food to fill your empty stomachs before continuing to drive around the dark town. Slowly becoming hypnotized by the bright lights, pretty views and oddly calming silence of the night is the perfect end to every exhilarating night.

Often times, you both snuck off together during lunch hour to smoke behind the school. Have you gotten caught? Yes, many of times, but the whole situation is just so addicting. The adrenaline running through your veins as your boyfriend lights you a cigarette and the possibility of teachers rounding the corner at any moment always excites you, but the feeling of victory you get when you successfully smoke, without getting caught, is totally worth it. But, there has been times when you head back inside, the idea that you won plastering a smile across your face, only to be exposed because the smell of smoke coating your clothes blows your cover. That has happened multiple times actually. But, the look Bender gives you, that smug, smart ass smirk he tosses you as the teachers spot you is a look that is burned into your memory.

I know sure as hell that this boy would willingly, and excitedly, let you paint his nails and brush his hair. Of course, the next day, he might show up to school and claim that you forcibly did it, but you would never reveal the secret that he actually likes it. He tends to stick with the color black for polish. Yes, he may be letting you coat his nails, but he’s still tough. And after a while of him showing up to school with his nails freshly colored, his friends started to think it was pretty badass too. So they started painting their nails too. Usually dark colors, such as dark/navy blue, crimson red and, like I stated earlier, jet black. So basically, after you started painting your boyfriends nails and all his friends joined in, suddenly, his entire metal head friend group started to show up, every day, with painted nails. And, you figured out, that upon brushing his hair, sometimes he might even let you decorate his hair with little clips and pins. Some might be small and some might have little butterflies on them. But he would never wear those to school. That is solemnly for your enjoyment.

He loves to vandalize your arms with sharpie. He’s actually a skilled artist. Not like Picasso or anything, he’s just unexpectedly very good at drawing. He often sketches skulls or spiders all upon your arms during class, or if the two of you are just simply hanging out, he’ll whip out a marker and start scribbling away. And you don’t particularly mind, like I said, you like his art. But your parents aren’t as big of fans. Expecally when you come home with little knives drawn on your skin, or even worse “BENDER” written across your wrist in jagged writing. The full sleeve isn’t your folks favorite look. They think that all the ink is bad for you, and they are probably right, but you don’t mind, you don’t really want him to stop. For John, his habit of drawing all over you is just to pass the time, a hobby if you will, but you like the look of it. You like everyone to know that you are taken by the John Bender.

On that topic, your parents don’t just not like his art, but they also aren’t very fond of him in general. For obvious reasons. They think your new found love interest is a bad influence, which might be half true, but still very bias. They didn’t like him from the beginning, before they even got to know him. His chains, jacket, the scent of smoke that seemed to follow him around everywhere he went, yeah, they didn’t like that. Or him. He’s a lot deeper and kinder than they give him credit for, but they just won’t seem to give him a single chance. You know that he can be very sweet and understanding, he knows what it’s like to be hurt and he would never want to treat you like that, or put you through anything like that. You know he’s good for you, but your parents just won’t believe it. And they are very outward about that fact. Your folks have tried to forbid you from seeing him, multiple times, but nothing ever works. You either disregard their rules and sneak out to see him, or you can always just be with him during school. They cannot forbid you from going to school. So they have given up on the idea of keeping you two apart and just sit around, hoping you’ll just brake up.

But, your folks were actually quite impressed when, on the night of prom, Mr. Bender showed up in a full suit and tie. All dressed up and decked out, even bringing along a bouquet of flowers, your favorite kind too, special for you. You knew that, that was the day your parents started to loosen up with John and come to the terms with the fact that maybe he wasn’t as bad as they originally thought. They didn’t warm up to him over night though, in their minds, he still wasn’t good enough for their child. Anyway, that evening spent with John was magical. The two of you only spent a few minute at prom, maybe 10-20, 30 if you’re lucky or happen to cross paths with someone you know, but you both ended up getting too bored to stay the entire time. So, in your nice, fancy clothes and everything, you picked up and left, just to go swimming. Just you and him. He brought you to a discreet river where you both just jumped in. Swimming fully clothed in the dark of night, the stars and moon from above being the only things illuminating the dark of night. It was the best night you could have ever dreamt of.

He’s protective and even a bit possessive. But he likes to act and pretend as if he’s not, like he simply doesn’t care or that he has no interest in what things you take part in. But you know, deep down, you know that he stays up all night thinking about you, and you can see straight through his nonchalant façade. you can tell when he’s getting jealous, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His angered glares and frustrated sighs. You know, but he’ll never admit it, that he truly is jealous. But sometimes he just blows a fuse. Of course, with such a big school such as your own, there is always gonna be people who crush on you, unknowing of your boyfriend of course, and John has started to notice this. Jumping at the opportunity to fight anyone in the halls, just for even slightly glancing at you. Even if it was romantic or by total accident, he becomes territorial. He even yelled at this guy, dumping his soda all over the dudes head for hitting on you at the theaters. You’re happy that he’s more than willing to protect you and take care of you, but sometimes it can get embarrassing. Especially that time at the movies, everyone’s eyes on you, you just wanted to curl up and die. And yes, the thought of him turning his anger towards you has passed through your mind before. But you trust that he’d never do anything such as.

The two of you have fights, like any couple does, but surprisingly, not as many as you would have suspected with John. Not even close. These said fights only appear when one of you does something to really piss the other off. Maybe you canceled on him to go shopping, or he said something down right offensive, but what ever the occurrence was, it was considerable serious. And that’s usually how you find yourself in a yelling competition that had broken out between you and the boy. Screaming and yelling your heads off because one of you doesn’t want to admit you were in the wrong. And it’s not really the fights that are the worst part, it’s mostly the after math. When both of you are still too stubborn to kiss and make up. You guys once went for a week without any communication. You were horrified, thinking that maybe your relationship had finally burnt out and came to an end, as your parent had hoped it would. Well, that’s until you found him stumbling around on your front lawn, trying to figure out a way to apologize to you.

Yes, he’s gotten detentions for you before. Maybe he’s taking the blame for something you had gotten up to, or he fought some kid, maybe even a teacher, because of something that revolved around you. He usually takes the blame because he knows that his parents won’t give a shit, but yours on the other hand, well that’s a different story. But anyway, what ever the story is, you always seem to feel shitty, knowing that he’s wasting a day of his weekend, his free time, all because of a matter that revolved around you. Sure, he always tells you not to worry about it and that it was totally worth it, but you just can’t help but feel bad. And anyway, sometimes he returns from detention seeming better than he did before? It’s odd really.

Wearing his trench coat when it snows or rains is very common. Walking home together while it’s snowing? He’ll give you his jacket and happily freeze just so he can know that you’re comfortable. Maybe you’re at the Drive-In and it’s just considerably cold? Well, if that’s that case, then he’s offering you his coat. And he will not be taking no for an answer. And once again, you feel bad, watching him freeze or become soaked, but the idea that he cares enough to shiver and be cold, just for you, is adorably sweet. And sometimes you bring these facts to light, just to watch as he becomes more and more flustered by the second, denying any given hint of affection. “Awww, babe, you care about me-“ “Shut up, no, I don’t.” Those words never hurt you, because, like I said, you always know. You know that he cares but he just won’t admit it. And, in this case, he even gets a bit defensive. He really doesn’t like the fact that he loves you, he’s never loved someone like that before, and it’s scary for him, but it’s something he’s gonna have to come to terms and learn to live with.

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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.

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Tags: fem!reader, 80’s setting, John is cute, and also kinda feral, like one mention of sex?

Authors note: omg it’s been too long since I’ve seen the breakfast club ): no but also there’s no fics for any of them? Literally?? They’re so underrated. It was kinda hard to write ngl, like we don’t really get that much info on them in the movie haha I hope this is readable tho

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oh man 

He is so goddamn emotionally unavailable you wouldn’t believe it 

He’s pretty self destructive too and pretty quick to act out 

You probably met him in detention 

He immediately noticed you, tbh he thought you were hot as fuck 

He wanted to flirt with you but his idea of flirting is.. interesting 

Low key just bullied you for the entire day 

Affectionate bullying? 

You thought he was super annoying, but also couldn’t deny that he was hot 

He literally doesn’t shut up, it’s kinda impressive how he never runs out of dumb shit to say 

He acted up a lot more than normal during that detention, yk trying to impress you and all 

It low key worked

No but like he really only have two moods 

Annoying or gross 

After bullying you didn’t seem to work, he started making sexual innuendos 

Honestly he would find it so hot if you stood up for yourself and put him in his place 

It probably wouldn’t work, but he would be very ecstatic lmao 

When detention finally ends, he sneakily tries to ask you on a date 

By which I mean, he said “Hey sweetheart, I know this reallyyyy nice motel not too far away. How ‘bout we rent a room?” 

You didn’t even respond, just rolled your eyes and walked off 

It now becomes his goal in life to take you on a date 

He “accidentally” bumps into you in the hallways at school the next day 

He’s a goddamn loudmouth, sometimes he just can’t help himself from saying dumb shit so the first few times he asks you out.. don’t really go well 

He feels like he has to upkeep his bad boy persona

He tries to be even louder and more reckless around you, bc he assumes you’ll only like him if he keeps up with his reputation 

Eventually you tell him that you actually like him more when he’s just himself and he’s just mind blown 

He literally went :0 

When you first start dating he really has to get used to physical affection 

He has only experienced physical touch in a sexual or violent manner 

So when you just simply hug him, he’s stunned 

You held his hand once and the man was too stunned to speak 

Please just pet his hair 

I mean, have you seen how luscious it is 

You’re the first person to genuinely understand him and communicate with him 

His whole life he’s just been bossed around by his dad and authority figures 

So he falls for you, hard. Like, the guy is following you around school with heart eyes 

He skips his classes to watch your cheer practice lmao 

(He just wants to see you in a short skirt ngl) 

When he finally gets used to it, he’s a huge pda fan 

Literally doesn’t care where you are, you will sit on his lap and hold his hand 

Even if it’s in the middle of your English class 

This eventually leads to more detention, but to John that’s just more time he gets to spend with you! Yay :D

He’s with you all the time, but will never ever take you to his house 

He’s actually terrified of what his dad would do to you 

Or even worse, maybe he would do something to John in front of you 

John is so scared you think he’s weak for getting beat up by his dad 

Which is absolutely ridiculous, you would never think that 

You also tell him this, telling him that you also think he’s very brave for finally talking about it

If you have a similar home situation he would be your biggest support as well 

But if you have a good home situation, he’ll basically live at your house 

Ngl, he can be quite the charmer when he wants 

He’s really trying his best to impress your parents 

And besides all the times he’s been in the local newspaper for vandalism, they’re absolutely in love with him 

He still has those episodes sometimes, like when he gets too angry at his dad and goes and does something dangerous or stupid 

It always ends up with him hurting himself in some way 

Sometimes he takes his anger out on you, he would never hit you or anything but he can get pretty mean 

He always regrets it immediately after 

After a fight, he feels too shitty to go back to you and apologize 

So he just stays away for a bit, the longest he’s been away is a week 

You legitimately thought he left town or something 

He just hates seeing you cry and feels like the biggest asshole ever

As your relationship progresses, you’d be able to discuss these things with him a bit more 

He’s still very quick to blow up and get angry, but he really tries his best 

After a while, he stops leaving for such a long time, coming back after just a few hours 

You didn’t hear it from me, but makeup sex with John is the best lmfao 

Anyways 

He  l o v e s  it when you wear his big coat 

Sometimes he comes up to you and drapes it over you just because 

He can’t help himself, it’s so damn cute how you almost disappear inside it 

You’re definitely known as John’s girl at school 

Ppl don’t really mess with you, anything is better than having an angry John Bender on your ass 

He would literally do anything for you 

Such a simp tbh 

No but he definitely starts saving up his money, his plan is to buy a place for the two of you after you graduate 

Please just let him wife you up lolol 

He definitely became a lot nicer to other ppl when you started dating too, good job

Hi! Thanks for making it to the end <3

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

AN: happy 65th birthday Judd Nelson! Just a bit of a blurb really but enjoy!

warnings: swearing, mention of sex, John being John

John followed reluctantly behind me as I pulled him through the arcade. He groaned and mumbled as little kids ran around us.

“what are we doing here again?” John complained as I stopped in front of the party room. “And why did you drag me here when we could have been having a private celebration back at your house?”

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Word Count: 4.2k

Synopsis: A good girl has gone bad for Bender. BenderxFem!Reader smut, in the library, as the only two in detention.

CW: No plot, only smut; semi-public sex (p in v with condom); virgin!reader; fingering (f receiving); some breast play; pet names: honey, good girl, baby, sweetheart, sweets; mild degredation (verbal); weed mention

You probably would have categorized yourself as a ‘good girl’ before that fateful Saturday of March 24th, albeit one who slipped up just enough to land yourself in that Saturday Detention in the first place. You had made it through most of your high school career without feigning illness to stay home or cutting class, but oh no, the one time you decided to skip was the time you would get caught. It felt like the universe was conspiring against you when Vernon caught you and your two friends sneaking back onto campus through one of the back doors in the East Wing. It was like he knew you had all gone out and was just waiting for you to come crawling back. You immediately lamented to yourself that you should have never let your friends convince you to play hooky, that your life would be over and you’d be suspended for sure. You consider yourself lucky to have only earned Saturday school and had arrived that morning ready to pay your penance and return to your title of ‘good girl.’ That is, until you met John Bender. Since then, you tried everything in your power to toe the line to get as many Saturday Detention slips as possible, knowing he’d be there.

There was just something about him that drew you in, like a spell had been cast over you or something. You knew you should have been disgusted and horrified by the things he said to Claire, but your instinctive side made you feel prickly and hot instead as he questioned her, “Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, your shoes off, hoping to God your parents don’t walk in?” Your brain took it as more of a suggestion and you immediately imagined Bender doing just that to you, while you’d card your hands through his long, soft brown hair. You were sure your breath audibly hitched but he didn’t seem to notice, his predatory stare locked on Claire as she swallowed hard and answered, “Do you want me to puke?” Of course, she hid her desire better than you did. Or at least, outwardly protested. But that didn’t stop her from getting to Bender by the end of the day and you had never felt the fiery jealousy that broiled in the pit of your stomach until you saw her kiss him and hand him one of her earrings.

There was just something about him, the way he spoke terrible, filthy things, yet it was coupled with a sweet vulnerable side that you couldn’t resist. You kept your distance at first, flippantly dismissing it as a whirlwind crush…at least for that week or so that he was ‘dating’ Claire. It didn’t take long before that fizzled out, though, and your pangs for Bender came back full-force. It was easy to make it seem like a coincidence those first few Saturdays, “Oh, God, I can’t believe Vernon found me cutting class again,” you’d lie. But John was always one step ahead in reading people and figured you out soon enough.

“You again?” He smirked, walking into the library on one warm April Saturday.

“What can I say? I’m spiraling out of control.” You grinned in response, delighted by his attention…and the fact that it seemed to be just you two this time.

“Mhmm. What are you in for this time?” He questioned, making himself comfortable in his seat next to you at his table. You knew where he always sat and maybe just happened to choose the chair next to his, incidentally, of course.

“Smoking.” You say quickly, quietly. Which spoke volumes to your desire to come here, to see him and spend another weekend with him.

“I’ll say.” He eyed you up and down, making your cheeks turn red before you were interrupted by Vernon coming to berate the two of you. Of course, this was one of John’s pre-assigned detentions from when you first met him. Which retort had earned him this one? ‘Oh, I’m crushed’ or maybe ‘Not even close, bud!’, you wondered while biting back a smile at the memory. You loved the way he stood up to Vernon. It had concerned you a bit at the time, as both escalated and became louder, but it also thrilled you to see him question Vernon’s overinflated sense of authority.

“This should not be your role model, Y/N,” Vernon started to come to a close, indicating John, “If you don’t clean up your act, you’ll just be a female Bender.” 

You scoffed in response, “Promise?” You raised a challenging eyebrow and heard Bender snort, only encouraging you more. 

“Watch it, missy.” He addressed you again, slapping down a worksheet that all of you knew wouldn’t get done, but at least he seemed to have learned his lesson with the ‘essays’ after Brian told him where to shove it, courtesy of The Breakfast Club. He exited in a huff and Bender turned toward you.

“You know, he’s right,” he tutted, clicking his tongue in mock-disapproval, “you’re really going to the dark side. Skipping class and now smoking? I don’t know what to do with ya, kid.”   ‘I have some ideas,’ you thought, silently, while eyeing him. “Tell me, did you just have enough of being perfect all the time, or are you just here to see me?” He grinned deviously, trying to tease you, to get a rise out of you. However, he didn’t know that you were committed to the idea of being with him, to putting all the worry and shame behind you. You’d spent enough time here to repel the shackles of conformity and caring, you were ready to flirt shamelessly and see where that led you.

“Little bit of column A, a little from column B,” you admitted, taking pride in the resulting flustered expression from Bender. It was clear he didn’t expect this change from you. While he sat gaping at you like a fish, you stood up and confidently strode away, knowing Vernon wouldn’t be back unless there was some type of commotion. You sat down, leaning against a shelf of books knowing that Bender would eventually come to you and smirked at the thought.

It didn't take long for your plan to have the desired effect: Bender couldn't resist having attention and someone to talk to, after all. What was he going to do, his assignment? No, you knew he wouldn't let Vernon win. He tried to seem nonchalant about it, as if he were just coming over and actually selecting a book and oh my, you just happened to be here! You half-smirked in victory as he took a seat on the floor next to you.

“So what, pray tell, has brought you here today? I mean, I know the literal cause is for smoking, but I want to know the psychology of it. What made Shermer High’s resident good-girl go down this dark path? How did you,of all people, decide to go bad?” He asked, lowering his voice to a husky tone that left an inching heat between your thighs.

“Hmmm,” you hummed lightly in response, his eyes snapping up to your face while they had previously drifted down. “It’s kind of a secret. Do you want to know?” you lowered your tone conspiratorially, then leaned in towards him after he nodded. Your whispering breath tickled the shell of his ear as you admitted, “You. You are what changed and why I’m here today.” You pulled back and gave him a sickly sweet smile, amused by his responsive gulp.

“Was being innocent always an act, then? You seem like you can just turn it off and on, the way you smiled just now.” 

“Hmm, no.” You giggled in response. “It’s just that…when I met you, I found out that being perfect and preppy wasn’t the only way to live. I was so nervous that first day and thought I’d ruined my life. And then I met you. You were just so cool and didn’t overly care what people think.”

“It comes at a price, you know.”

“All of your Saturdays for all eternity, apparently.” You shrugged.

“It’s more than that,” he looked down at the ground. “I’m not exactly Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky.”

“No, I know that,” you replied, “but you’re more free than anyone I know. They all have sticks up their butts.” You said and he laughed. “Plus, I’d be interested in changing that, in making you happy.” You bit your lip, looking up at him with what you hoped was a meaningful expression…that he’d take the hint. 

He seemed to understand what you were implying because his eyebrows shot up. “What--What exactly are you proposing here?” He asked, taken aback. You had seemed as inexperienced as Claire and Allison when he had met you, and he didn’t think that had changed in the last month or so…unless you were lying in the first place.

“John,” you looked at him directly in the eye as you placed a hand gently on his thigh, “that’s up to you really, isn’t it?”

“Fuck,” he whimpered, meeting your stare. He was almost afraid to make the first move, scared that you would reveal it was all a joke at his expense, that it would all end in utter humiliation. But you just batted your long, dark lashes at him and gave that thigh a gentle squeeze, causing him to throw caution to the wind. He quickly grasped your face between his hands and kissed you, roughly. You let out a light moan to encourage him, and he moved his right hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer and holding you near.

His lips were surprisingly soft against yours and his years of experience showed. You instantly repaid each of his kisses with your own, leaning forward into him, and bracing one of his wrists, wrapping around it with your hand. The way your lips moved in tandem, synching with your desires and your heart beats only made this feel more right. You obliged his curious tongue as it swept along your lip, begging to explore your mouth. You parted your lips softly, your breath intermingling with Bender’s. You broke the kiss a few moments later, pulling back, out of breath. Bender began kicking himself internally, fearing that he’d crossed a line or that you would finally reveal that you were just messing with him. He looked away, dejectedly, but you didn’t let him keep the wrong idea for long. You repositioned yourself and began to climb into his lap. He whipped his head back up, brown irises and pupils growing wide at your bold stance. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. You eased yourself down, your hips resting snugly against his own, pressing your chest into his.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” You smirked down at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting them along his broad shoulders. “Honey, I think we’re just getting started.” Sure, you lacked experience, but after you drank in that first kiss, you were hooked and didn’t want to---no, couldn’t stop now. You needed more, even though you weren’t sure how far that extended yet. At this present moment, you were willing to fuck Bender in the library today, right here amongst the stacks. In fact, you were kind of hoping for it, but you didn’t wholly want to push your luck. For now, you connected your lips back to Bender’s, thrusting your tongue into his mouth, desperate for the sensation of your tongue colliding with his. The soft pinks flexed against each other as you threaded your fingers through his hair, running your nails softly along his scalp. 

Bender tried to have some restraint. It’s the thought that counts, right? He didn’t want to move too fast or make any assumptions. At first, he had his hands along your face, then arms. He pinned them next to your waist and gave tentative squeezes as you deepened your kisses, but he could only resist for so long and needed to test the waters. He slid his hands down to your butt and pulled you forward, up along his lap, just a bit. You hummed appreciatively against his lips, and he took this as a good sign. He dug his fingers into the meat of your ass, massaging the dough and muscle there. His touch made you instinctively roll your hips forward, the sharp bones digging into him and creating an aching friction. He groaned as you pulled away and started to kiss down his jaw to the tender skin of his neck. “Are you---sure---you want this?” He panted out, trying to regain his breathing from your previous kisses to his lips. You only answered with a gentle tug to his hair, pulling his head back just enough to give you more access to the crook of his neck and his collarbone. Another lust-filled groan left his lips, urging you to continue. You could feel your desire dampening your clothed core, causing you to give another roll of your hips, which in turn caused Bender to buck upwards. Combined with his tight grip on your behind, you could feel the straining bulge growing beneath you, yearning to touch you. You smirked into his neck before you pulled back, stopping all sensation. You almost could have sworn you heard him whine in protest.

“You’re surprisingly quiet,” you mused. “I thought for sure you would have a million filthy things to say.”

"Honestly, I'm still a little in shock that this is actually happening," he confided, opening up in a rare moment of vulnerability. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this. About you. I'm not convinced it isn't a dream."

"Mm. Something to pass the time in another lonely Saturday detention?" You purred in response, tightening the grasp on his shoulders.

"Yeah," he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face and lowering down your body, "something like that." 

"Don't worry, baby, it's real." You chuckled darkly, bending to kiss his neck again, "and I think I have some idea how much you've thought about this," you ground down against him, indicating your awareness of his hardness, but also added, "because I've thought about you, too. Every. Night." The implication had his mind racing and he gripped you fiercely, placing a rough kiss to your lips. 

He couldn't contain himself much longer, and wanted to oblige your fantasies as well. His hands roamed your body with intense fervor. His touches were no longer hesitant, they came to you with a needy, almost bruising force. He palmed your breasts over your shirt, before squeezing them harshly, causing you to let out a mewling whine. "Please, John. More," you panted in response. His deft hands quickly slid up your shirt, eager to please, and snaked under the silky fabric of your bra. He relished in the warm squish of your skin and plucked one of your nipples between his index and middle fingers, sliding it down into the curve between. "Yes," you whispered in a high-pitched moan, which crumbled to a deep and gravely tone as Bender's teeth sank into your neck. 

He started to unleash his other hand, trailing down your stomach to the button of your jeans. When you didn't protest, he clicked them open quietly, tugging the zipper down gently. He dipped his hand into the spot he had made available, feeling you over your panties. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned against your ear.

"It's cuz I want you … s'bad." You whined in response, desperate for him to touch you, to give you some kind of relief. 

"You're sure?" He asked. He still wasn't entirely certain of your level of experience, even though you were matching him on-par at this point. He was impressed, but still wary that you would call a stop to it, or regret it later. He'd been in those situations enough times. 

"You were just commenting on how wet I am. For you," you pointed out, "please, Bender, don't be a tease." You mocked him slightly, knowing he thought all girls were teases instead. He gave you a gruff growl in response and slipped his fingers wordlessly into your underwear, using the slick from your folds to coat two of his fingers. He slid them into you, easily, causing an electric shock of desire to jolt through your whole body. It was so different from the touches you had administered to yourself while thinking of him. So much better. 

"Don't ever think that John Bender doesn't deliver, sweetheart," he grumbled against the skin of your neck, making sure he was close enough to your ear for you to hear him. Your walls instinctively clenched around him, aroused by his commentary. "Mm, you like that? You like when I call you 'sweetheart?' Or do you just like having my fingers inside you, fucking into you?" He asked, amused. You nodded quickly, which made him chuckle in return, "Well, which is it?" 

"Both." You replied, then moaned loudly as he flexed his fingers in you. 

"God, I love hearing that. Don't hold back, sweetheart. Keep moaning for me. I'll make it worth your while." He said, and you weren't sure what he meant, exactly, but you were eager to find out, so you let out another low moan to encourage him. He delighted you by adding another layer, an insistent thumb that brought circles to your clit, increasing your pleasure tenfold. 

"Mmf! Fuck!" You breathed, arching your back, pushing your hips forward into his touch. "Yes, John. Just like that. Please." 

"Mm. Where did that controlling girl go? Now you're so needy and begging for it." He smirked.

"Shh," you hushed his criticism and bent forward to kiss him hungrily, tiny breathy moans escaping from the seal of your lips as your orgasm started to build. You bucked against him, riding his hand to seek your high, hands now tangling in his hair. You pulled back to whisper, "I'm so close, John. Please. Please make me cum."

"I told you, baby. I always deliver." He quickened his motions to bring you over the edge and you called his name, feeling it echo in the otherwise silent library. He stroked you a couple more times before slowly pulling his fingers away, letting you come down. "If you think you can stand, I wanna show you even more." He raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded, complying immediately. He was right, your bold nature was gone, replaced by a submissive nature that only focused on the desire for more. You stood up quickly, awaiting directions. "Turn around and grab the shelf." He commanded, climbing to his feet, giving an amused huff of a laugh when he saw how quickly you obeyed. He rummaged around in his wallet for a moment, procuring a condom and holding it in front of your face while he stood behind you, close enough that you could feel his erection brush against your ass. "I want to fuck you. Is that alright, sweetheart?" 

"God, please, yes." You rubbed your ass against him, seeking friction and he laughed again. He tugged at your bottoms, shaking them down your thighs in preparation, then pulling his own down. You heard the rip in the foil and gulped. You were still keen to do this, you needed him inside of you, but your heart pounded in fear and you paused for a moment. "John? I've…I've never done this before. Please, take it easy on me." You confessed and felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. 

"Mm. With how good you've been, you could have fooled me." He mused, running a hand down your side, making you shiver. He leaned forward and you could feel his chest pressed against your back as he nudged his chin onto your shoulder. "Don't worry, sweets. I'll take good care of you." He purred back. Yours was not the first virginity that John Bender had claimed, and you were pretty presumptive of that fact. "Bend forward just a little more," he recommended, and you complied. "Good girl," he hummed, making you feel another wave of wetness flood your core. 

He grasped himself in one hand and led his controlled tip against your folds, allowing your arousal to lubricate the condom as he ran it down the shaft. "I'll go nice and slow, baby. I won't hurt you…unless you want me to." You pressed back against him, his words making you feel anguished for contact. He laughed lightly at the effect he had on you, and gently grabbed your hips to steady you. "You ready, sweets?" He asked and you nodded vigorously before feeling him enter you, stretching your walls slowly to accommodate him. It wasn't painful, but a bit uncomfortable as he inched his way in. You'd never felt so full before and it was definitely something you had to get adjusted to. He was slow and patient, as promised, letting you get used to each bit of him before adding more. "You doing alright?" He asked and you nodded. "Good, 'cuz you are so fucking tight, I wasn't sure," he growled and you instantly felt dizzy with desire. He finally had reached the hilt, having pushed all the way into you. "I'm gonna start moving. I wanna fuck you, okay, baby? You tell me if anything doesn't feel right." 

You nodded again and let out a pathetic, "Please, fuck me, John," that made him want to turn feral, but he remembered his promise. He'd take it easy on you…this time. 

He pulled back and gently reinserted himself. "You drive me fucking wild, saying shit like that. You know that?" He asked and you mewled at the feeling of him filling you back up, gripping the bookshelf just a bit tighter. "All you ever had to do was ask, sweetheart. I've been dying to fuck you six ways from Sunday since we've met. You're so, so pretty," he started to pick up the pace with his words, withdrawing and then pressing back into you, "with those big eyes and their fuck-me stare. I was hoping you wanted me. That I wasn't just imagining it. I thought, oh no, a good girl like that can't be into me. Too innocent. Too sweet. But I was wrong, wasn't I? Deep down, you're just as filthy as me. Begging to be fucked in the library? Because you have detention for smoking? My, my." There was that dirty talk you longed for. 

"Mm, yes. I wanted you so bad. From day one, John. I---" you gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, "had to have you." He pulled out and plowed back in with a renewed force, spurred on by your sultry confessions. You moaned and dropped your head forward, feeling your legs beginning to quake. It was so hard to keep yourself upright while he talked to you the way he did, and while he fucked into you with unbridled desire, possibly as strong as yours. You began to see stars as he brought one of his hands around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit. You could feel heat radiating off him as his chest pressed against your back, tightly fucking into you and keeping the perfect pressure on the sensitive bud. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, groaning his name. 

"Yes baby, take it just like that and say my name. Fuck, you feel so good."

"Jesus, Bender. You feel even better. I'm close."

"Ohh yeah, baby. Cum on me. Cum while my dick is buried deep in that tight little pussy. Make me cum for you." He grunted out between thrusts, making your head spin and your body lose control. With a final loud moan, your walls clenched around him in your release. 

"Fuck, fuck, John! S'good. Please cum for me, baby. I want you to feel good, too." You muttered, feeling nonsensical in your words, but he still responded.

"Don't worry, sweets. You're making me feel amazing. Won't be much longer, with a pussy this tight and good. I'm almost there. Hold on, hold---" he couldn't finish his thought as he reached his climax as well, digging his fingers into your hips with a bruising force, snapping his own hips up to chase the sensation of his high and you cried out at the sudden burst of friction, taking him deeper in than before. He stilled for a moment, catching his breath and coming back down to reality, surprised to still find you there and to know this wasn't just another wet dream, his subconscious reminding him of what he couldn't have.

He kissed the side of your neck before pulling out of you all too quickly, the fullness replaced by emptiness. You immediately pouted, glad you were turned away from him so he couldn't see the effect he had on you. He was zipping up as you stopped to pull your own pants back up your legs. 

"That was…amazing. Jesus Christ, Y/N, you've been holding out on me," he teased and you pushed him gently. "Ho hum, what to do with all these hours left?" He asked with a smirk.

"I could think of one or two things," you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I do need some time to recuperate," he said, pulling a baggie of weed from his front pocket, "you down with just this for now?" He offered.

Relationship type: Mostly Platonic (breifly romantic), Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Content Warnings: Fem Y/N, Swearing, John being a lil bit of a douche.

(I took some inspiration from the outtakes of the movie... and if you've never watched them? You should. They're HILARIOUS.)

Y'all definitely met in detention. You were brought in for some stupid reason, like accidentally back-sassing a substitute teacher or something like that.

He first got your attention in detention (hehe I rhymed) by blabbering nonsense in a ridiculous tone, to the point of screaming "AHH" over and over. You end up slowly turning to tell him to shut up. His response?

"Take a photo, it'll last longer, sweets."

If you think he made fun of you.... You're 100% right. He RELENTLESSLY made fun of you. Like... that shit brought you to tears at one point.

He felt like an asshole afterwards though. After you're done crying and you ignore him for an hour or so, he did apologize... in the most John Bender like fashion: punching your shoulder lightly and mumbling a "sorry".

Near the end of detention, you two look at each other and pretty much tell one another that y'all would never be friends out of that library. It was pretty much a mutual agreement that you two would NEVER interact again, even if you had mutual friends.

Months later, you're invited to a party by Claire. She's been a friend of yours for a few years now, and she, and I quote, told you: "You need to get your ass out of the house and actually talk to people."

You didn't WANT to... but you did.

She gave you the location and the time, pretty much making it so you hs no choice but TO go to this stupid party. But eh, you'd probably chill for a few, then bounce.

You didn't get 20 steps in when- what do you know? Guess who was leaning against the wall, cigarette resting in his mouth as he fished around in his pocket for a lighter?

John-Fucking-Bender.

You try your best to stay out of his gaze. Staying at least 20 feet away from where he was. Pretty much hoping and praying to whatever God was out there that Bender didn't see you.

Yeah he saw you.

He surprisingly talked to you, mostly small talk. But then y'all talk more and more and more and suddenly you both are so deep in conversation that you hardly notice the lack of people around you two.

So maybe you two were able to be friends :)

When the next school day hit, a lot of people were shocked to see you two in the hallways together, laughing about a joke that he'd made.

A lot of people thought y'all were dating.

When I say "thought", I mean "they pretty much assumed and spread it around the whole school."

You had to fight dating allegations for MONTHS on end. It was always "No, we're not dating." "No, I don't have feelings for Bender."

Chat, you're a LIAR.

You were starting to have feelings, but you weren't gonna talk about it of course. Talking about FEELINGS? Fuckin weird, man.

The same was on his end. He wasn't gonna say NUTHIN. He literally was head over heels for you, but the day he admits that is the day he regurgitates a shoe and bakes it in the oven.

He confessed first... in an argument.

He started to distance himself a little bit from you. I mean, come on, John Bender? In a RELATIONSHIP? Get fuckin' real.

This goes on for about a month until you finally confront him about it. Like the premise of the whole argument was a span of:

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Cuz."

"Cuz why? Do you hate me or something?"

"Cuz."

Then y'all squabble more and more until he finally cracks and says he's avoiding you cuz he wants this stupid feeling to go away.

You have a heart-to-heart chat with one another and end up getting into a relationship.

You two agree to start slow, not really telling anyone and just staying friends to the public eye. Nothing too fast.

Yeah, that lasted like 2 hours.

It wasn't nessicarily John's fault. The dude trying to flirt with you just happened to have his face in the way of where John's fist wanted to be.

Take a wild guess who ended up in detention that Saturday?

Yep, he did.

A/N: I haven't actually written fanfiction in YEARS. The sad lack of John fanfiction made me finally come back XDDDDD It's dogwater and I wrote it in an Applebee's. Have this ig