#little fockers

[usafphantom2]

Terrific painting by English aviation & automotive artist Michael Turner depicting the No 3 Squadron Hawker Tempest of French RAF ace Pierre Clostermann engaging a FW-152 over Denmark in April 1945.

Gouache (acrylic) on board. (1970s?).

@PeteHill854 via X

[emetophobiahelp]

little fockers (2010) is NOT safe, at the scene when greg is trying to convince henry to eat his lasagna and pam says he’d been feeling s* already, it’s not massively easy to see coming but i thankfully managed to look away just in time before henry pr* v*, visual and audio. just skip the scene bc it’s extremely triggering

[vintagewarhol]

[popculturegenealogy]

Roots work in "Little Fockers"

Original video clip of this scene has since been made private

Reprinted from my Genealogy in Popular Culture WordPress blog. Originally published on July 27, 2020.

At the end of the 2010 film, Little Fockers, the parents of Gaylord "Greg" Focker present Jack Burns with a present, as shown in the above clip. They note that they have, using a sample of his DNA, traced his family roots. Bernie happily announces to Jack that he is 1/23 Israelite. Rozalin "Roz" Focker follows this up by welcoming him to "the tribe"! Although Jack is not as thrilled with this, he does thank them for their "gesture," with Bernie announcing that his Hebrew name is "Yakhov."

There is a lot more to this scene, which is even mentioned in the Wikipedia summary for the film. If we take the review for the film in the Evening Standard, which says that Bernie took some of his pubic hair and sent in for DNA testing, at face value, that is far from the reality of DNA testing. From what I know, DNA testing comes from your spit, not something like a hair! Why would any company want a store of people's pubic hair? That wouldn't even make sense. Anyway, the film was generally hated by critics, as it has a 9% Rotten Tomatoes rating and it earned three times its production budget, grossing over $310 million dollars!

This scene at the end of the film means that Jack and Greg have something in common because Jack notes earlier in the film that Greg is Jewish. Apart from that, this short scene does show genealogy in a funny, and positive, light. However, it does promote the idea that you can learn about your family genealogy all from a DNA test, and ignoring any possible research you would need in order to find original records, the key of any effort at family history research.

© 2020-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

[meep-meep-richie]

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'' Just living the dream. ''

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Meet the Parents

Rating: PG-13

Director: Jay Roach

Cast: Ben Stiller, Robert De Niro, Teri Polo, Blythe Danner, Nicole DeHuff, Jon Abrahams, Owen Wilson, James Rebhorn, Tom McCarthy, Phyllis George, Kali Rocha, Bernie Sheredy, Judah Friedlander, Peter Bartlett, John Elsen, Mark Hammer, Amy Hohn

Release year: 2000

Genres: comedy, romance

Blurb: Greg Focker is ready to marry his girlfriend Pam, but before he pops the question, he must win over her formidable father - humourless former CIA agent Jack Byrnes - at the wedding of Pam's sister. As Greg bends over backward to make a good impression, his visit to the Byrnes home turns into a hilarious series of disasters...and everything that can go wrong does, all under Jack's critical gaze.

[worldmusicandcinema]

[thegnomelord]

Congrats on the 500! I'd like to see prompt 14 with Ghost and Soap but it's the reader dealing out the punishment.

Thanks mate :D My inner kinkster came out and this got waaaayyy longer than I expected it to be, hope ya'll like it :D. Play the game HERE:

Prompt: "I’m in a good mood today, you may choose your punishment this time but only if you ask for it politely."

CW:NSFW, puppy play, puppy Simon and Soap, GN reader, bondage, spanking, overstimulation, BDSM, orgasm denial, numerous orgasms, Dom/Sub dynamic, my inner kinkster came out.

Johnny pants against his lips as they thrust both of their cocks into the fleshlight between them, slick lube and precum wetly 'squelch' inside the silicone hole when Johnny bucks his hips, gripping Ghost like a lifeline. Ghost can't believe he let Soap coerce him like this— to go into your shared bedroom to steal the fleshlight you use to reward them and fuck it when you've given them a direct order not to cum without you.

But with all of you so busy the frustration had been steadily building in their bones for weeks now and it wasn't like you'd ever find you; they'd be quick about it, just a quick rut and then clean up like they had never been there — That's how Johnny had justified it, whimpering so sweetly against Simon's ear as he grinded against Ghost's leg.

"Yeah, fock, just like that Si," Johnny groans at the tightness both of their cocks make of the fleshlight, shivers racing down his spine as Simon presses him further against the wall. "C'mon, clo-I'm close-"

"Johnny, actin' like a desperate slut there." Ghost growls and bites Soap's shoulder, cock throbbing at the way his words make Johnny moan, the fleshlight getting slicker from Soap's precum.

The sound of the door opening rings like an executioner's gavel. Simon yanks the toy off their cocks the moment his brain registers the sound. "Simon! Oh you focker-" He slaps a hand over Johnny's mouth before he can make things worse, the rough move finally drawing Johnny's attention to you. Slut, Simon want's to call him when Johnny's cock twitches upon meeting your gaze, no doubt burning even hotter from being caught.

Simon knows they're in deep shit when, upon finding them fucking a toy pussy like mongrel mutts, all you do is smirk. "Well look at you two." You hum, eyes momentarily flickering to the used toy Simon had flung across the room. "I'm in a good mood today," Walking up to them and scruffing them both gently. Too gently. "You may choose your punishment this time, but only if you ask nicely."

Dumb little Soap perks up at your words, unable to notice the dark look in your eyes when all of his blood is rushing south into his throbbing cock. The fucker bites Ghost's fingers and the moment Simon jerks back from surprise Soap's on his knees, nuzzling his head into your groin. "Please bonnie-" He breathes out, sticking out his bottom lip and forcing watery tears to prickle the corners of his eyes. "-need tae cum, please, want tea cum so bad." Soap's clever, knows how to make himself look so pathetic you can't help but indulge the little glutton; but not clever enough.

You card your fingers through his short mohawk, a soft smile tugging on your lips as his cock bobs uselessly against your boot. "My little puppy wants to cum for his punishment huh?" Soap nods his head frantically, melting against your leg as he thinks he's won you over; think's he's escaped your wrath; thinks he's safe.

Ghost knows better, sees the mischievous look in your eyes. "And you?" You ask him, choosing to ignore Soap when he starts grinding his cock against your boot, "How do you want to be punished?" Your hand squeezes the back of his neck, letting him know it's not a question he has time to ponder.

Numerous punishments run through his mind, all bound to leave him pleasantly aching for days, but he choses the one most likely to give him a release- "Spanking."

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline and even Soap stops his grinding to look at him, muttering a smug 'blimey dumbarse' under his breath. "Is that so?" You ask, your tone reminding him of your previous words.

"Please," He manages to say, biting on his bottom lip. "I've been bad, need to be punished." A shiver races down his spine in the way your eyes light up, something foreboding gnawing on his bones as you ruffle his hair.

"If you say so," You glance between both of them. "On the bed then, clothes off." You say, stepping away to go grab their toys, expecting them to comply.

Soap still thinks he's safe, eagerly stripping bare without a care, whining and tugging Simon's clothes off when he feels like Ghost is going too slow. But a bad and hot feeling stirs in Simon's stomach when he catches sight of what you bring back; rope, collars, a puppy mask, plugs, a paddle and the toy they both hate- the vibrating cock ring and plug combo that can edge them for hours without letting them cum.

"Since you're the one who brought Simon down to your level, you don't get to talk tonight." You growl as you fasten the collar and puppy mask on Soap's face, the muzzle turning him mute as the matching pink collars humiliate them both wonderfully. Before Soap can even begin to struggle upon seeing the hated toy you quickly tie him up, hands above his head and legs spread with his knees near his chest.

"Shhh-" You shush Soap as you push a lubed finger into him, more to get his hole slick than to stretch him out. "-you're the one who wanted this puppy," Soap growls pitifully when you replace your finger with the plug; it's slender and long, not even as thick as your finger, but the curve in it's neck forces the bulbous head to press against his prostate. "And don't you worry, you'll be cumming until you can't." The dark promise in your words has Soap squirming, the way you harshly put the cock ring on him making Soap squirm and yip as if that'll be enough to change your mind.

"Now as for you-" You're a little softer with Ghost, gentle but firm hands spreading him on his belly so his head's resting between Soap's thighs, so close to Johnny's cock he could kiss the red tip. "For every 10 spanks Johnny will get to cum," Your lubed fingers breaching Simon's ass makes him groan, his walls clamping on your fingers and a bead of precum seeping into the sheets against his cock every time your fingers press massage over his prostate. "You aren't allowed to cum." Ghost squeezes his eyes shut, whole body shuddering and nodding his head as you push a second finger inside him to squeeze the special spot inside him between two fingers; he's already used to this trick, knows how to tense his leg to stave off orgasm.

"If you can reach 60 spanks without cuming, I'll let you fuck him." You add, removing your fingers to push the broad head of a tail plug against his pulsing rim. It's not the vibrating kind, thank god, but Soap watches transfixed how Ghost's mouth opens in a silent moan as his his walls are forced to stretch around the large insertion. "Fail, or let Johnny cum without getting your spanks in, and your cock's joining Johnnie's in a cage for a few weeks." The plug, thankfully, doesn't press right on his prostate like Soap's, but the playful swat you give his rump has a strangled moan falling from his lips as the head of the plug bashing against that special spot inside him. "Am I understood?"

"Crystal." Ghost breathes out, his eyes already getting bleary. He can see your reflection in Soap's eyes, knows when you pick up the paddle by the way Johnny's dick twitches against his face. The sudden smack against the fat of his arse has him wheezing out a "One-" his cheeks jiggling from the force, the skin reddening soon after.

Just watching you spank Simon has Johnny's cock leaking, every number moaned in Simon's rough voice making his cock throb. The way Ghost's eyes close when a new smack of the paddle has that large plug brushing against his prostate makes Soap clench pitifully around the inactive plug inside him, wanting something bigger. The dead toys inside and around Soap's cock come to life the second Simon growls out a "Ten.", causing Soap to moan.

You push Simon's gasping mouth down on Soap's cock, putting the paddle down to firmly grope his reddening cheeks as encouragement. They're both such masochists that it works like a charm, a sharp pinch of his ass getting Simon to messily suck and slurp down his dick while Johnny whines and trembles, assaulted with sensation until he cums inside Simon's mouth with a loud whine. Simon swallows down it all without complaint, barely fast enough to pop off Johnny's cock to croak out an "Eleven-" when the paddle spanks his flesh again.

Johnny whines, thighs trembling pitifully as he realizes the vibrations don't stop after his orgasm. Simon notices the way Johnny's whines grow soft again, the Scott tumbling towards orgasm faster than the leisurely pace you're spanking Ghost with. Without thinking he reaches out to grab the base of his cock with a firm grip, his fist like a secondary cock ring, Ghost's hand keeping Johnny's hips pinned until you smack his rear again-"Twenty!"- and Soap cums the second his fist eases, splashing his sweaty chest with his cum.

You look up to see Soap's cheeks stained with tears, chest rising and falling rapidly with disformed hiccups as the toys just continue to vibrate on max. Simon's skin is also starting to from bright to dark red in some places, the force behind each slap ensuring he'll be able to feel this punishment for weeks.

Soap's shaking his head desperately by the time Simon grounds out "Thirty-" and it takes a few sharp pinches to his aching rear to get Ghost's mouth back on Johnny's cock, but even half blissed out as he is he knows how to make Soap cum, running his teeth along the oversensitive vein along the bottom of his cock and nibbling a bit on his swollen balls enough to force him into another orgasm.

At "Fo-forty!" there's a growing damp spot of pre beneath Simon as he tries desperately to keep his cock from brushing against the sheets. "Fuck...Fifty-" Comes soon after and both of them are so fucked out that Soap can only manage a weak spurt of cum, whole cock as red as Simon's rear.

"You two are doing so well," You praise, tracing the rapidly blooming bruises from the swell of Simon's arse to the middle of his thighs, purposely tugging on his tail to have him moan around Johnny's length, his cock weakly spurting a small dollop of precum onto the sheets as the wide head of the plug grinds against his prostate. "Just, one more, you can do it."

You wait for a few seconds after Soap cums again for Simon to settle against his legs, his body so worn out by the constant abuse on his prostate that he doesn't even notice when he nuzzles into Soap's aching cock. Only then do you strike again, abstaining from the paddle to smack the reddening flesh with the flat of your hand just so you can grope his cheek, making the plug insistently shift inside him.

"Fifty- shit, Fifty one..." Simon slurs like he's drunk, both of them long past tears. You draw out the last 9 slaps, groping and pinching his aching skin and loving how Simon groans and drools against Soap's cock. "Sixty, ah! Sixty!" Simon howls with the final slap, whole body feeling like it's ready to fall apart, his brain desperately clinging to his skull when the rest of him is ready to leak through his dick. There's a painful cramp in his stomach from having to hold off so long, having long since replaced the jealousy he'd felt at having Soap cum again and again while he's kept on the edge of a knife.

"Such a good boy Simon," You coo softly, even a gentle rub of his flesh causing him to hiss and attempt to wiggle away from your hand. You catch his eye as he stares back at you, Soap's cum staining his hair as his cock rests against Simon's face.

Soap can barely lift his head to look at you, eyes blurry as he tries to convey that he can't cum any more, his cock throbbing from the constant stimulation. When you turn off the vibrators he swears he'd cry tears of joy if there was anything left in him, body so lax he feels like a puddle.

Then you sneak a hand down to feel Simon's dick, still achingly hard , chuckling when Simon groans and bites down weakly on Soap's thigh. "How about it boy? Ready for your reward?" You laugh as your words make both of them twitch, Soap's hole clenching needily on the slim neck of the plug as the thought of having something thick spread him open cuts through the fog of overstimulation and exhaustion like a knife.

You smirk for Johnny and easily slide the vibrating plug out of him, receiving a whine from Johnny like he's hurt. You shush them gently, having to support Simon as you reposition his cockhead against Soap's twitching hole.

"Go on then, good boy," You chuckle, "Take your reward Simon,"

[lokilaufeysonslove]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲

𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

// Summary // you and Bucky are on a mission when one night you have a nightmare and Bucky comforts you, despite being on not-so-good terms.

// Warnings // mentions of Red Room, nightmare.

// Author’s Note // divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics / gif by @fockers-archive

You and Bucky had been assigned to a mission together, and it wasn't going well. You both were not on good terms, and the tension between you two was thick enough to cut with a knife. The only thing keeping you from completely losing it was the fact that you were staying at a safe house, and you had separate rooms. You were not exactly enemies, but you were not best of friends either.

But one night, you had a nightmare from your past. You jolted awake, trembling and gasping for air. Your heart was racing and you could feel the tears streaming down your face. You couldn't shake off the images and feelings from the nightmare, and you were too afraid to go back to sleep.

You heard a knock on your door and you hesitated before calling out a faint ‘come in’, knowing it was Bucky. He stood by the door, looking concerned and a little unsure. "I heard you," he said softly, "are you okay?"

You shook your head, unable to speak, and he stepped inside your room. "Can I sit down?" he asked, and you nodded, still feeling a bit shaken. He sat on the edge of your bed and looked at you, waiting for you to speak.

"It was just a nightmare," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling.

"Want to talk about it?" Bucky asked, his voice gentle.

You hesitated, not used to opening up to anyone, especially Bucky. But there was something about the way he was looking at you that made you feel safe.

“It was about the Red Room. All of the bad things that happened there. And it seemed so real, I- I thought I was still there.” You said with a soft sniffle.

"It's okay," he said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "It's over now, you're safe."

You leaned into his touch, feeling comforted by his presence. "Thank you," you whispered, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "You should try to get some sleep now."

You nodded, and he got up to leave. But before he could, you reached out and grabbed his hand. "Stay," you said, your voice barely audible.

Bucky looked at you for a moment, not knowing what to do. You looked at him and then at the floor, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that-“ you started, but he quickly shook his head, “No, doll, it’s fine,” he said and climbed into bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, and you felt safe and warm in his embrace.

"Goodnight," he whispered softly and pulled the blanket around your shoulders.

“Goodnight,” you whispered back and closed your eyes. In that moment, both of you forgot every sort of ‘rivalry’ you had and after so many years you actually fell into a peaceful sleep.

[mvdbutler]

jessica alba little fockers

[witchofthesouls]

Okay, speaking of ✨Girl Dadtron✨

I am of the firm opinion that Tarn were to get wind of Megatron having a daughter (whether she was half-human or not) he is going into full on ‘overzealous knight’ mode on the ‘princess.’ Poor girl would be creeped out by him from the time she was little.

OMG, I just got a mental image of that one scene from ‘Meet the Fockers’ where the baby Little Jake vibe checked Greg by head butting him in the nose.

Tarn getting headbutt by the baby princess when he was somehow allowed to hold her because she doesn’t like his Vibes would no doubt cripple the poor mechs pride but since we live to see the dude suffer and Megatron doesn’t really like the guy, I think we can all approve.

As far Tarn is concerned, the kid is an extension of Megatron. Here rest the still malleable future of his Lord and the Great Cause.

Tarn wants like a Lion King moment or is angling to become her sworn shield in a really weird way of the Cause protecting Megatron...

Because of learned behavior, she literally yanked on Tarn's mask through the eyeholes, thinking it was just a badge she could play with, just like the one on her papa's chest. And it doesn't help she thinks Tarn's optics are the "pretty lights" she plays on Megatron’s chest as well.

Of course, said chassis badges are literally welded on, but no one expected the little one's inherent physical strength, so-

Tarn's head gets yanked down as well. Surprised and to follow the grip. Otherwise, the reinforced latches (which are straining) will snap off.

"She's spirited, my Lord!"

It becomes a problem when she doesn't let go and isn't drawn away with chassis badges. No, she wants the Big One.

Tarn literally rearranges his meetings with Megatron around her naps and bedtime. Just to avoid another attempt of waiting for her to sleep and let go of his mask to steal it back. Longest six hours of his life.

Megatron thought she would lose interest. She doesn't. Every time she sees Tarn over the holocom, she squeals and tries to reach out. No, another one won't do. She wants Tarn's.

If Megatron ever used the threat of his daughter's fascination to Tarn's face mask to cut meetings short, then he's keeping it to himself.

[whitexwolfxx310]

Sharing A Bed With The Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and you comfort him. After spending the night together, the morning gets steamy.

Warnings: 18+ for this post, praise kink, Y/N, cursing, sexual content, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3558

Gif: Gif credit goes to fockers-archive

Previous Part

Masterlist

To air on the side of caution, both Tony and James agreed it would be best to stay at The Compound for a few weeks. You really didn't mind all that much, because it meant that you were right next door to your boyfriend. Who is also your patient. Whoops.

In typical old fashioned Bucky, everything has been going low and slow. It's nice for once to have a man court you, take his time with you, show that he's invested in both you and the relationship. And while you can appreciate the sentiment, the burning desire to be with him in everyway possible is getting harder by the day. Trying to respect him and his boundaries, you have been slowly implying that it's what you want. But he hasn't gotten the hint. Or has he and he's just rejecting you?

Laying alone and awake in bed, you stare up at the ceiling. It's difficult to think that in the apartment next door, there lays Bucky on the cold floor all alone while he could be cuddled up next to you. Just the thought of his arms wrapped around your body, your head laying on his bare chest, and the freedom to do whatever you wanted. You groan, rolling over onto your stomach into the pillow in frustration. Suddenly, a light chime within your room grabs your attention.

You immediately sit up. "Friday?" You ask anxiously, hoping this doesn't have something to do with the possible breach from a few weeks before.

"Sorry to disturb you so late, Y/N. Sargent Barnes seems to be in distress." Replies FRIDAY.

Before even putting the thought fully together, you're already dashing into the closet, stumbling to put on a pair of oversized fluffy kitty slippers. Rushing out of your apartment, you quickly are next door to his place. Not even pausing as you step up to the door you hear FRIDAY say "Access granted." and immediately lets you in.

"Bucky...?" You ask, peaking in the door. All of the lights are off and the stillness of his home feels deafening. The only thing you can hear now is the whooshing of your own heartbeat ringing in your ears. "Bucky?" You ask again, a little bit louder this time taking a few more steps in. There's a part inside of you that is torn. The angel on your shoulder says to go to him. Be with him, help him. The devil on your other shoulder is pushing terror into your veins. Fight or flight is instantly activated.

It doesn't matter. He's worth it. No matter what you're about to walk into. Even if he is in Winter Soldier mode, Bucky is worth the risk. He's worth it all, even your life.

Trying to swallow down the ball of anxiety that is made it's new home in your throat, you proceed into the living room. Looking around, again there is nothing out of the ordinary. Although you have a small heart attack when Alpine brushes up against your bare ankles, purring ever so softly. It gives you a sense of relief for a split second before the fear creeps back in. Taking in a long, deep breath to collect yourself, you hear a small whine that snaps your attention to the bedroom.

The door is closed, but you press your ear up against the door. You can hear muffled words and moans of agony.

"Bucky!" You call knocking on the bedroom door, yet there is still no answer. Fuck it. You open the door to find him struggling within his blanket on the floor. It's as if he is being tortured by some unseen force as he continues to beg and plead for it to stop.

"No... Please! Stop!" He cries out.

Rushing to his side, you kneel down on the floor. "Bucky..." You say, trying to get him to wake up. Your hand shakes as you gently place two fingers on his temple, continuously brushing them down. "Shh..." You murmur into his ear. "It's okay. Bucky it's alright." You repeat, trying to calm him down.

But in the blink of an eye your met with a tight, icy grasp on your wrist. It's getting tighter to the point of tears welding up behind your eyes. "Bucky..." You say again, doing everything within your power to remain calm. "Bucky!" It comes out more frantic this time.

His eyes instantly open, focusing on your face. Immediately, the bitter metal grip is released from your wrist. Bucky looks horrified as he backs himself further away. The skin on his entire body glistening with sweat.

"It's okay..." You try to soothe, but he's already shaking his head.

"No! It's not!" He yells. His gaze moves down to your wrist and then down to the floor in shame. "Did I hurt you?" He asks, humiliated.

Inching cautiously closer to him, you shake your head 'no'. "I'm okay. We're safe." You respond, trying to comfort him. Reaching out to help calm him, he flinches away.

"Please. Don't..." Bucky's head is hung low. If there was ever a picture definition on what giving up on yourself looked like, this was it.

"You won't hurt me." You say, staying in place and keeping a calm tone. Bucky scoffs.

"Oh no?" He says sarcastically, referencing the exact situation that just happened moments ago.

"No." You don't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself, but either way it worked in both favors.

Giving him a moment to collect himself, you wait until he is no longer panting or shaking. Deciding to take the risk, you carefully move to curl up in his lap. Bucky's back is against the wall, his entire body stiffens at your touch.

"It's okay..." You say again. Allowing him to take his time, you finally feel him breathe again. Your head rests on his shoulder, your body making contact with his in hopes that it releases endorphins to bring him back down to this current reality and not his horrible past.

It could have been minutes, or even hours, that the two of you sat together in silence. You were certain he had fallen back asleep when you shifted your body slightly and were met by two arms clasping around you.

"Please..." He breathes. "Don't go." He whispers.

"I wasn't planning on it." You murmur in response. Holding onto Bucky's metal hand to show that you are unafraid, you stand up and slightly tug encouraging him to do the same. He reluctantly gets up as well. Taking two small steps back you effortlessly sit on the untouched king sized bed, gently pulling him down as well.

"You need to rest." Your tone comes out as nurturing and he's receptive. His eyes shift back and forth between yours, trying to read what you're implying. "I wont leave." You promise. Slowly, you scooch back towards the head of the bed, Bucky following your lead. You both slip under the covers and immediately press your body into his. His entire frame goes rigid from your touch.

"Shh..." You whisper into his ear and he visibly starts to relax. But only a little. Your bodies intertwine as if they were made to be fitted together. Spooning into his left side, you left leg softly drapes over his thigh and your arm across his midsection. The defined difference between his body heat and the cool metal wrapped around you was the perfect combination.

Not saying another word, your pointer finger only just touches the skin of his chest, circling in long, slow motions. Bucky's breathing becomes more even and soon turns into deep breaths. He's asleep.

You have spent many nights dreaming about the first time you would be in bed together. It usually started with an infamous dinner cooked by Bucky, slow dancing to a song on the record player followed by the most intimate way to show someone you care about them. Sex can be, well, just sex. But with the right person, being completely open and vulnerable to them, feels like you found your missing piece within them. That desire, that longing, that connection. You have been craving that and more with Bucky.

Yet, life has a funny means of handing us the things we want in a way that we would least expect. Technically you got what you wanted. This is the closest physical contact you have had with each other over the past 5 months. The most sinfully close. While you’re here for Bucky, comforting him, being his safe space; it’s hard to ignore the scorching, aching patches of the skin to skin contact. The timing is inappropriate to act on anything, but you allow your thoughts to succumb to the intimate fantasies. Holding onto one another, keeping each other safe from everything, including the demons in your own minds, you drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you start to wake. Your eyelids still feel heavy as you take a deep breath and start to stretch, but you're restricted. Confused, your eyes open and focus on Bucky who is just staring at you. Not the usual grumpy old man that got dragged out of the house when he wanted to stay home in his recliner, stare. He was laying on his left side, propped up on his hip and metal arm. Bucky smiles warmly once your eyes meet his. "Morning, Sunshine." He says softly, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on your forehead.

"Good....Morning." You reply, still slightly stuck in the transition from dreams to reality. "What time is it?" You ask, looking around the room for any indication of the time.

"Seven thirty." Bucky responds in the same soft tone.

"Why are we up so early?" You groan.

He laughs. "Early? I've been up for hours."

"Hours?" You repeat. "What have you been doing this whole time?" You ask curiously, since it does not seem as though he had left the bed and there was no breakfast aroma in the air.

"Watching you." Watching me?

"What, was I like, snoring or something?" It comes out sounding like a joke but in actuality you were afraid of the possibility of doing something embarrassing in your sleep.

Bucky lets out a small laugh. "Not at all. You didn't move once. Even after an eventful night."

"How are you feeling about that by the way?" The question gets blurted out. You didn't mean to bring it up first thing, but it's definitely something you felt should be discussed at some point. And I guess that’s now.

He takes in a deep breath. "When I feel like things are going well, the nightmares come back, and worse. I just see so many faces... and they're so scared. Scared of me."

"But that wasn't you. This..." Your hand smoothly rubs up and down his chest. "This is the real you."

"Last night was the first time I didn't sleep alone or with a room full of agents watching me like some zoo animal in...God, I don't even know how long." Bucky's attention becomes spaced out, no doubt reliving old memories that still haunt him almost every second of the day.

"Is it okay?" You refer, about spending the night over at his place. Kinda late for that question. But it brings his focus back to you.

"Yes. I appreciate it more than you know." He plants another small, soft kiss on your forehead. His warm right hand rubs sensually up and down your left arm. Your body reacts to his touch, leaning more closely into him. There is barely any articles of clothing keeping your bodies apart. For Bucky, just a pair of light gray sweatpants that compliment his olive skin tone. For yourself, an all black silk satin night set. You nuzzle your forehead into his cheek lightly, just aching to have more contact.

Bucky reciprocates and you can feel the small amount of stubble on his face rub onto your skin. Every part of you is aching with desire to be with him. To feel him, to touch every part of his body and him do the same to you.

Taking the risk, you reach up and kiss him gently. This time, the tip of your tongue grazes his lips. He pulls back slightly at the boldness you just exposed. Aside from hand holding and small kisses, it's never really gotten pushed further than that.

"I'm sorry..." You say, pulling back a bit as well. Bucky's confused look quickly turns into an adoring gaze as his right hand moves behind your ear and into your hair.

"Don't be." He whispers as he carefully brings your face back to his, returning the desired kiss. This time he's eager to continue, his tongue briefly flicking into your mouth, the tips of your tongues briefly touching. Bucky's hand gradually moves down from your hair to your waist, squeezing gently at your hip bone. A tiny moan slips out from your mouth the more his hand starts to explore your body.

"Is this...okay?" You breathe out between the heated make out session.

Bucky stops, his face still close to yours as he looks deep into your eyes. "As long as it's okay with you. I have to admit it's been a while." He says embarrassingly.

"Same here." You confess.

"No. I mean like it's been a while." He says, becoming shy.

Barely being able to contain yourself for any longer, your lips mash back up into his. The longing for each other expressed in the deep, sensual kissing. Putting your hand on his shoulder, you lightly push it back to get him to lay down flat onto the bed. A moment later your straddled on his lap, grinding your pelvis down into his. Bucky lets out a deep breath as a tiny moan escapes from his mouth. The sound that comes from low within his throat makes you feel as though your absolutely feral and could rip both of your clothes off in an instant.

Pressing your body down into his, touching chest to chest, your loose curly hair pushed to one side and draping over you both like a sheet. Becoming restless, Bucky's body is pushing up against yours. His hands tenderly start to caress your thighs, giving a light squeeze to make sure that they're full of you as if he cannot hold onto you enough. They then progress to your lower back, slipping up behind your satin tank top. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky sits up, still supporting your back and keeping you straddled in his lap. With his hands underneath your shirt, they move to your abdomen, slowly moving upward, the back of his hands pulling up the tank top with them.

Pulling away for just a moment, he slips the lace trimmed tank top over your arms and head, throwing it onto the floor. His lips instantly press back onto your body, placing delicate kisses along your collar bone, and down your sternum. Without even realizing, your head tilts back slightly, enjoying the pure bliss of his touch. Your hands make their way up from his muscular back and into Bucky's hair, caressing his head gingerly.

His neck extends upward so that his lips can meet yours once more. Placing his hands on your back once again, he holds you as he quickly rolls over so that his body is now hovering over yours. Instinctively, your hips press up into his. A heavy breath escapes from his mouth and he pulls away. Tenderly, Bucky's hands slide down your sides, hooking each pointer finger into the elastic band of your satin shorts. He sits back on his knees, taking the shorts with the movement before he tosses them onto the floor.

Your legs instantly close in slight embarrassment of being exposed for the first time. Shaking his head slightly, he leans back down, wrapping his arms around your bended legs, his hands gripping the front of your thighs.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you."

Bucky's chin rests daintily on your knees, giving you an affectionate smile as he rubs your thighs. But he doesn't push any further, allowing you to give him consent to keep going. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head yes nervously. "I trust you." It's not a phrase he's used to hearing, at all. No one, except Steve (and even then it took a while to build again) had any kind of faith in him.

The wording ignites a small fire within him as he kisses each of your knees, using his hands still wrapped around your thighs to gently spread them open.

Not baring to look, your body tenses in vulnerability as you gaze up at the ceiling. His tongue presses to your core before he slowly drags it up and then back down in a slight teasing gesture. Your legs instantly shiver at the wet warmth, a small moan slipping from your mouth.

"Mmm..." Bucky hums, with his mouth still suctioned around your opening, his tongue smoothly continuing to rub in small circles around your clit. The blend between the vibration of his voice with the amazing stimulation has your body response is to arch your back. He pulls his mouth away for a moment, using his warm right pointer and middle fingers to slide up and around your folds for natural lubrication before sliding it inside of you, rhythmically gliding them in and out.

This time your moan wasn't suppressed, at all. Bucky looks up with hooded eyes from between your legs, a huge grin on his face.

"Good girl." He murmurs, and with those words your core quickly tightens. Becoming restless, your hips start grinding against his fingers and creating more friction. Bucky takes this as a sign that you're close to a climax, so he once again presses his tongue securely to your clit, licking it up, down, in and out around the surface.

Your left hand immediately grabs down into the bedsheets while the other securely grasps Bucky's hair, but he doesn't stop. Continuing the same pace, the perfect blend of his tongue and fingers pumping inside of you inches you painfully, but pleasurably, closer to the edge.

"Look at you..." He breathes in-between sensually sucking at the aching, swollen, throbbing tip of your core. "So beautiful."

And you come undone. Your hand grips into his hair tighter, pulling him in closer as your body convulses with orgasm. The moans grow louder and more relentless. And he doesn't stop. "Bucky..." You breathe heavily, becoming extremely sensitive and panting. Pulling away with leaving gentle, yet hungry kisses along your inner thigh as he sits back on his knees. His lips glistening with your wetness and a mischievous grin. He pulls his two fingers out from inside you, bringing them to his mouth and sucks your juice off of them while keeping deep eye contact with you.

"You taste so good, Sunshine." How is this man so unbelievably seductive and sensual at the same time?

Pulling down the waist band of his own sweatpants, he exposes his large erection, the tip already red with a glimmer of pre-cum coming out the top.

"See what you do to me?" Bucky says intimately, kicking off his already half taken down sweatpants onto the floor to join your clothes. He inches forward, still on his knees as he firmly grasps himself, gently putting the head between your already dripping lips, massaging it up and down slowly to get your slick onto him.

Leaning forward to prop himself up into a missionary position, he starts to inch his way inside. Only a little at a time, pulling back out and pushing back in to slowly let you adjust around his size. Once Bucky is finally in the entire way, he leans his forehead against yours.

"Fuck..." He moans, both of your eyes rolling back. Bucky leans down, his body needing to be as close as possible to yours. Your chest arches up into his, whimpering softly as you feel all of him. Both his hands holding onto you, and you can't help but notice the perfect combination of fire and ice between the two.

Looking into each others eyes, your legs bend upwards slightly to allow him to go deeper. He performs long, slow strokes at first. No doubt taking in the cushioned wet depth. The pace starts to get faster, keeping a steady rhythm making you both moan in unison.

"You feel...so good inside me." You breathe. Your words seem to do to him what his had done to you just moments before. Bucky's breaths becoming more frequent and heavier as does the moaning from both of you. Seeing his reaction, feeling him pumping inside you, makes you cum, yet again, and with him, in pure ecstasy. He slumps down on top of you, both your bodies now shining with a layer of sweat.

A small whine escapes from your lips as he pulls out, laying down on the bed next to you, both breathing heavily. Bucky wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer as the two of you start coming down from your high.

"I think..." You whisper, "That I'm falling for you.”Bucky's fingers interlace with yours, he gently kisses your forehead.

"Yeah...the feeling is mutual."

Next part

[thejewishguyscompetiton]

The Jewish Guys of All Time!

It's time to meet the competitors, as they have been selected! Polls probably won't be up till after next week as I have finals next week. Reminder that the competitors were selected based on nominations and they can be canonical, headcanon, or coded! Only 2-3 at most from a source and I decided to take some lesser known or talked about ones in the nominations! So now that thats all out of the way!!!

If you have any propaganda for this competition please tag this blog in it and/or use the tag #jewishguyscomp2023

Welcome the contestants!

Barney Guttman (Dead End Paranormal Park)

Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Nightvale)

Peter B. Parker (Spiderverse)

Spock (Star Trek)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Magneto (Marvel)

Benjamin Grimm (Marvel)

Billy Kaplan (Marvel)

Adam Birkholz (Omg Check Please!)

Alter Rosen (The City Beautiful)

Annie Edison (Community)

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro (Phineas and Ferb)

Grunkle Stan (Gravity Falls)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Kronk (The Emperor's New Groove)

Launchpad (Ducktales 2017)

Ragman (Rory Regan) (DC)

Nati (Srugim)

Nadia Vulvokov (Russian Doll)

Yanki (HaSodot)

Avram (The Frisco Kid)

Herschel (Wholly Moses)

Adam F. Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Coyote Bergstein (Grace and Frankie)

Walter Sobchak (The Big Lebowski)

Eli Moskovitz (Cobra Kai)

Nick Ganz (Mighty Ducks Game Changers)

Worf (Star Trek)

Artie Nielsen (Warehouse 13)

Booster Gold (DC)

 Brucie Kibbutz (Grand Theft Auto IV)

 Buddy Sorrell (The Dick Van Dyke Show)

 The Baudelaires (ASOUE)

Lemony Snicket (ASOUE)

 Mabel and Dipper (Gravity Falls)

Harley Quinn (DC)

Jeremy Heere (Be More Chill)

Tegan Jovanka (Doctor Who)

Muscle Man (Regular Show)

 Schmidt (New Girl)

 Michael Moscowitz (Princess Diaries)

Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop)

 Sonic the Hedgehog (The Sonic Movie)

 Toby Ziegler (The West Wing)

 TK Strand (911 Lone Star)

 Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role)

 Patsy (Spamalot)

 Nathaniel Kurtzberg (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir)

 Miriam Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel)

  Mendel Weisenbachfeld (Falsettos)

 KJ (Paper Girls)

 Libby Stein-Torres (The Ghost and Molly Mcgee)

 Noah Puckerman (Glee)

 Motl (Fiddler on the Roof)

 Otacon (Metal Gear Solid)

 Mabel Rose (Diviners)

 Isidore Latham (Chicago Med)

 Fran Fine (The Nanny)

Jerry Seinfeld (Seinfeld) 

Greg Focker (Meet the Parents)

Davey Jacobs (Newsies)

 Dr. Alan Strauss (The Patient)

Tevye (Fiddler on the Roof)

Little Ash (When the Angels Left the Old Country)

ROUND ONE MASTERPOST

ROUND TWO MASTERPOST

[drdemonprince]

seriously though who reads a book by a guy who throws in an occasional "and yeah I tend to be kinda prickly and negative" and then finds him on tumblr and says "what the fuck this dude is not friendly enough for me!"

parasocial mother fockers / people with white woman socialization brain who need to get a little more comfy with negativity, i feel

[meep-meep-richie]

and the saga continues

At your desk, that magazine. Yeah that one on jet skis. Yes, why do you have that? Because they are awesome.

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

Back in Business: Raven Cycle Characters as Things People I Know have Said Because These are Fun to Make

"’You're not gelatinous’ (Gansey with his infinite knowledge) ‘That's so mean, what do you mean I'm not gelatinous!?’ (Noah, a ghost)” "Who made a Candyland wiki?" - Ronan to Gansey at 2 am "One's a family" - Adam "If this is how the session's going to start, I'm going to start [twerking]" - Henry "This [search] is just a speedrun for how quickly [Ronan] and I can get kicked" - Blue "I love forgery" - Hennessey  "There's a hamster in here, it's starving and dead" - Adam about his last brain cell "'You get energy from your brain?' (Blue) 'I get nothing from my brain thank you very much' (Ronan)" "Define 'sleep with'. Cause I think you mean teddy bear, but I wouldn't be surprised if you meant sex" - Hennessey "Wouldn't you want back up if the spider monster comes to getcha?" - Hennessey to Ronan "Why is the third image furry porn?" - Gansey: aghast, dismayed, and traumatized "So he doesn't have a little stone rattling around in his big stone?" - Ronan to Adam after listening to him shit talk one of his Harvard professors "Okay, first of all [s]he doesn't have a rat brain..." - Ronan defending Chainsaw "Okay then I would like to fire man chick the chicken chicken" - Henry, very drunk (guess who was not when they said this…) "Cock" - Ronan "Don't cry on an empty stomach" - Gansey "[Noah], do you got squishy bones?" - Ronan "'Are we dumb' (Adam)  'Yea' (Ronan)  "Why...but probably' (Blue)" "You can't take the moonshine out of [Kavinsky]'s stomach" - Kavinsky drunk on moonshine "Rejoice my chicken brethren" - Henry fucking around at the Barns "Can I go animal handle?" - Ronan "You're very tall and [she] like[s] to be on top of tall things" - Ronan “explaining” why Chainsaw likes to sit on Adam’s shoulder so much "I've been trained in harassment, I can now harass in the workplace" - Gansey, but unintentionally “You’re like really fucked up version[s] of [Matthew]” - anyone who knew Matthew first to Ronan and Declan “You might see Bill Clinton in hell” - Blue * “You know bugs. You know they always have jacked legs” - Gansey attempting to flirt “Moth-er focker” - Gansey being really unhelpful while the gang is helping Ronan clean out one of the unused barns “It’s my santa skin” - Gansey dressing up as Santa “Why wasn’t I interested in carriage etiquette?” - Ronan sarcastically lamenting his lack of knowledge when he can’t answer Gansey’s incredibly niche question “What about grundle’s mom?” - Ronan intentionally messing up Grendel’s name to annoy Gansey (hc: Gansey fucking loves Beowulf) “If you cannot be a person, be a bodyguard” - Mr. Grey’s personal mantra “He’s fruity…like the juice” - Blue about Ronan

*Shout out to my English lit prof for cheekily saying this and then moving right back on to Paradise Lost without giving us a second to process