#ocs and fcs

[pilalaphillip]

Jayce, the littlest spoon.

[bigidiotenergytm]

ok while i focus on other things today take this lil gay thing i did for @aris-not-ares of aris (oc) n zeus uwu

[amazingbananabread]

It's not much but it's honest work,, (Perce belongs to @gooseworx . )

(Transparent ver):

[cartoonfanatic]

Something silly that popped in my head which is ok brand Reagan XD

[fruitycircus]

another tf2 oc i've had in mind since last may and only got to draw properly now, here's minnie!!!

[hoody-bob]

What if Surge and Kit was in Sonic X?

[forgrtashes-blog]

Wrong order - Gerald loves ice cream!

[joyjoy-ahoy]

felt nostalgic so I drew my cuphead fcs

[universefcb]

What are your favorite fanfics about the Barcelona boys?

MY FAVORITE FICS!

I'm sorry if there are few! I'm too sleepy and lazy to put the others, maybe I'll do another part

attached by the arms. ( @joaosnovia ) Pau Cubarsí

The Secret of Us ( @httpsdana ) Pau Cubarsí

Mischief ( @barcapix ) Pau Cubarsí

Playground Love ( @halfewayhearted ) Pau Cubarsí

scars ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pau Cubarsí

nights together ( @paucubarsisimp ) Hector Fort

baby cousin ( @rwshfordgirl ) Hector Fort

Nsfw alphabet ( @insidekatmind ) Hector Fort

priorities ( @joaosnovia ) João Felix

Beyond Brushstrokes ! ( @vicolette ) Lamine Yamal

give me a minute.. ( @pedricos ) Marc Bernal

in too deep ( @pedricos ) Marc Bernal

Sleep Is Overrated ( @barcapix ) Marc Bernal

the best kind of trip. ( @joaosnovia ) Marc Bernal

Lightweight ( @coolemmasulivan2 ) Pedri Gonzalez

nilo and luna ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pedri Gonzalez

distance ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pablo Gavi

supercopa ( @didishawn ) Pablo Gavi

oral s3x ( @obvithe-bestsoph ) Barcelona Boys

Kisses ( @strawberryblue-blog ) Barcelona Boys

[pink-noah]

I think he need a hug HDHDHD @kamuch-kommando

context

[pilalaphillip]

First Moments... (1/2)

First moments of Jayce and Viktor with their biological kids.

NEXT

Brayden (1st born):

Chloe (2nd born):

Nikolai (3rd born):

After nearly 3 years since I created them, I finally show them. At least some of them! (Yes, there's more) (I dare you to take a guess of how many kids they have in total)

This are my interpretations of the meme template of "They look like their stupid other parent!".

I'm also trying to write about this, I have a deeply thought story of how each kid entered into their lifes. I'm just not a writter so I take my sweet time and almost never finish, I'M TRYING I SWEAR!

Small fankid infodump bellow:

I'm coping so this takes in an universe where everything goes better than in the show (and my best friend forbidden me from making them suffer again). It's mostly like League's lore where the use of Hextech doesn't cause the end of the world.

Not going too deep into it because I'm planning on writting this so, here are the basics:

How are they biological? Jayce is trans and carried them.

Brayden was born in between Act 1 and Act 2 of Season 1, about 2 years after their first breakthru.

Chloe was born right around Act 2, Season 1.

With Nikolai I had to break the direction of the universe, because he is 5 years younger than Chloe (give me a break. This ages were thought before Season 2 was out lmao)

They got more kids, working on a similar post with them.

Let's see if I manage to finish them before I go to Brazil next week.

[bigidiotenergytm]

glimpse of us - joji

(aspa co-owned w @shinedoitsulikeabright <3) (also the design choice for poseidon to have glowy hair was made by @demon-girl-2004 !!)

[lovelylivewirez]

Me and the bestie :]

[cartoonfanatic]

A little bit of lore for Reagan! I may be aging myself with the joke but XD she's definitely confused Doey.

I totally wanna have her confuse all the other bigger bodies too XD

[akoyaxs]

𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 / 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

My favourite pieces from the movies + pinterest :)

[eccentricallygothic]

| Sore Loser |

Warning(s): Dacryphilia, El Classico rivalry, Madridista!Reader, mean bf!Pedri, m!dom, f!sub, pet names, hate sex, unprotected p-in-v, dick riding, allusions to blow job, slapping and spanking, body writing, pinching, taunting, licking, mind break. 18+

. . . 

The crimson hue in your blurry eyes makes them burn as they glare into the smug hazels of your lover’s. Everything is on fire and the weight of the world and its contents is crashing down on you. You are suffocating and the clamped up position of your sex does nothing to aid the round and tight ball of pure suffocated tension in your chest. 

The sting of pure humiliation seeps into the joints of your thighs, the base of your stomach, the ghastly tint of your tear stained cheeks and the tips of your fingers that curl around the strong shoulders of your lover. You're repulsed; hateful. Your hands long to even smack the smirk and taunting lulls right out of that dirty mouth of his. 

But what do you actually do?

You ride, that's what. 

Matter of fact, that's the only thing you're capable of doing in the present moment which holds you in a fucked and half-brainless state. 

“Such a pretty girl, vida… The prettiest crier I've ever seen” Pedri, your forbidden lover but your only and most precious, cooes in that voice of his that is so full of hubris it makes you sick to your fucked guts even in this state. “Go ahead,” he lovingly soothes the inflamed prints of his strong hands that burn on your blushing ass as you repeatedly stomp it down on his strong and muscular thighs, the milky secretions of your sex tainting the colour of his dark blue shorts over and over. “Amor knows you want it” you hate it when he uses such endearments in moments like these when he knows how much you cannot stand him and his teasing on victory nights.

He tuts and tsks and an involuntary sob wrenches itself free from your hoarse throat. Yes, hoarse. Because that is the rule. On victory nights you welcome him home on your knees in your club’s jersey, the thick digits of the score written on your forehead and the Madrid flag and symbols painted on your embarrassed cheeks. He strokes the score of his triumph on your forehead with his thumb as he unloads his remaining stress down your throat while the insides of his hand warm up your pretty face and the backs of them soothe it. 

You sob again in frustration because you try to stop but your body has developed a numb mind of its own where the only thing you can do is hold for support the shoulders of the very man you cannot bear to stand at the moment as you sink down on the veiny girth of his cock over and over. His proud chuckle shakes you to the very base of your spine because it makes you vibrate where your bodies are connected. Your thighs tremble and so do your arms. 

But the deep, heavenly burn in your pussy hurts way too good. 

“Tsk… your kind would do anything to dirty this jersey, huh?” His words nearly echo in your empty head as he clicks his tongue and holds his jersey up to examine it. Your tears have mixed with the white paint on your cheeks and dripped down onto the red and blue of his shirt in thick, cracked and chalky drops. “That's fine, I guess. You'll clean it up for your amor like a good little girl, won't you, cariño?” You do not burden yourself with any demonstrations of pride such as shaking your head or growling denials through your mouth that is drooling his cum. 

He snickers and raises one amused brow, relaxed back onto the couch as he makes you do all the work.

Pedri is not one to enjoy your tears. Your rival clubs are in fact the only source of disagreement between the two of you. But on victory nights; the nights when he walks into the apartment buzzing with the adrenaline of triumph and pride, the man revels in the sight of your tears and savours every white-yellow-red drop that spoils the fabric of his kit. 

And he absolutely hates you going quiet. Oh, no. The struggling and cursing and verbal denials are what keep him hard even after a post-game orgasm. He has won the game, what is a pouty little girl?

So his hands snake through the pearly silk of your jersey and his masculine fingers creep up your balmy skin, the difference in temperature between his digits and your tender flesh causing goosebumps to chase his touch that soon cages your sensitive and erect breasts in it. 

“What was that? Huh? Did you say something, vida?” You glare at him as you gurgle on his cum in an effort to let out a moan when the tips of his trimmed nails close down onto your nipples and pinch them until he has you squealing like a little mouse in big trouble. “I am sorry, it's a little hard to understand you over the sound of sore loser” and his free hand pinches one of the petals of your pussy at the same moment so your back arches and you are forced to succumb to him just how your club had to tonight. 

A black drop of sweat blurs the score that is presented on your forehead in big bold numbers and it trickles down the side of your head and mixes into the teary mess of the Madrid flag painting, the desperate shaking of your head only helping it traverse down faster as you shakily nod your head without stopping, the barrage of your orgasm only increasing the sounds of your gagged shouts. The last moment placement of one of his big hands over the mound of your pussy so his thumb can tickle your clit silly only aids his cause.

“YES! YES! GOD, YES! I WOULD LOVE TO! OF COURSE I WOULD–” and your chest crushes into a series of yet another squeal-sobs as you finally collapse atop him and shudder out broken ‘no’s because you just cannot do it anymore. 

And so Pedri throws an arm around your back and pulls you closer before his tired yet much stronger hips fuck his cock up your trembling cavern, the sharp tip of his long tongue swaying past his lips to lick away at your tears.

. . . 

It is going to be a long night indeed. 

MASTERLIST

My brain took that first goal and RAN with it. Ps, this forbidden love kink of mine is gonna get me in big trouble one day lmfaooo