#OC team

[guybracha]

Compass Alliance UNLIMITED (OCs)

One to one remake of the final frame of JLU episode DARK HEART, but with my oc superhero team: The Compass Alliance.

Drawn for the 20th anniversary of DC's Justice League Unlimited. I'm a big fan of Bruce Timm and what he contributed to the DC universe, big fan of the DCAU. I wouldn't be an artist if he didn't came up with his vision for Batman TAS and the rest of the shows in the animated universe.

As you can see, I have a lot of characters that I came up with since i was 9 years old, and i didn't stop creating since then. :)

[sweetiepeabooks]

THE BLUE HERONS

"Only the most daring souls will go through with the harshest missions, and that is the best way I could describe Felex Canaveri and the Blue Herons. But everything they do benefits our nation. That's all I can say."

- Senator Sun of the Solis District

Say hello to some new faces! 💙🩶

The Blue Herons are a team within the Cranes of the Coast, the same organization the Black Herons are a part of. They specialize in a lot of "darker" tasks, which may include assassinations and capturing bounties.

Felex is the leader and founded the team years ago. Jules has been with him the longest, followed by Calil, and then Abril. So these four have been a team together for well over ten years.

Nel is their newest member and the team's hacker. She's getting used to the ropes but has a lot to learn since she's a recent graduate from the Snipe Guild.

Also, the Blue Herons have this rivalry with the Black Herons. They're always competing to be the best. Specifically Viv and Felex, they hate each other.

But the other members are pretty chill around each other. Like Fern will casually work out with the de Lugo brothers at the gym. 💪

You can read The Black Herons on Wattpad! 🖤🩵

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

RWBY vs KRML

Ruby: *Twirls CR* Well Hello There~

Meliny: *Loading Budge* Um. Hi?

Ruby: Oh! Sorry, I was talking to the Gun!

~~~~~

Meliny: Does that thing get heavy?

Ruby: Nah, my Baby it perfectly weighted~

Meliny: Cool.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Cycles Dust* Hello Remington. You seem well.

Remi: *Flourishing Levy* I am Feeling Better. It is a Pleasure to see you again.

Weiss: That is excellent News. I ... I had missed you. It's good to see you as well.

~~~~~

Remi: *Loading his Revolvers* Hey, Weiss, I want to apologize for being so Abrasive when we last saw each other. These guys have really Helped me come out of my shell.

Weiss: *Curtsy* Yeah, My team has tdone the same for me. You're forgiven.

Remi: I'm Forgiven? That Easy? Alright then! Let's Roll!

~~~~~

Blake: *Swings in* You must Be Marigold. I've heard a fair amount about you.

Marigold: *Stands Tall, Points sword at Blake* Aye! And a little Birdie told me you were one them Belladonnas! Seem our Reputations precede us.!

Blake: ... And Now I've heard From you. Hi.

~~~~~

Marigold: *Accidently sets off Hookshot, retracts it* Heya Catsup! How's the Family?

Blake: I could ask you the same question, Privateer.

Marigold: ... So that's how We're going at it, Aye?

~~~~~

Yang: *Punches Knuckles, Burn ignites* Wil, Wil, Wil, Look Who we've got here!

Wilhelm: *Nocks Bolt* Oh? Xiao-Long You been hanging onto that one?

Yang: Haha! Looks like we got a fight on hands!

~~~~~

Wilhelm: *Raps Crossbow against Shield* Come and GET SOME BLONDIE!

Yang: *Riding in on Bmblb* WITH THIS ENERGY! GLADLY!

Wilhelm: THIS BATTLE SHALL BE ONE OF LEGEND!

~~~~

Bonus

Ruby: *Petal bursts in* Ooh! Are those Dual Chamber Dust infusion Revolvers?

Remi: *Loading Revolvers* Yep! That's a custom scythe, yeah? That Blade collapsing mechanism seems really tough for how thin it is!

Ruby: Ah, Thank you! My baby is my pride and joy!

Remi: Yeah, Well my pals here are some of my finest work - the most consistent and versatile tools I have! Carbon steel blade edge-

Ruby: With a custom Steel/Aluminum mixture for Weight, Strength, and-

Both: Heat sinking, because repeated firing increases weight of wear and results in damage to the edge of the blade unless the barrel is properly cooled ...

NO CONTEST

[watermelonsloth]

Team 7 Next Generation

I’ve seen a lot of fan kids of popular ships make fan children and it makes me wonder about team arrangements. Team 7’s next generation would normally just be the children of Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, but that gets tricky if any of them are together (SS, SNS, NS).

[maiemorrae]

OC Pokemon Team: Ellis Mourn

Thank you @amaiguri for sending me the link to this! As most of my friends know I love pokemon and I love doing themed runs as some of my characters. I haven't done a game with this exact team but if given the option this would be Ellis' team in a pokemon game.

Decidueye: I imagine she would have started with a Rowlet. He's also here because Ellis herself is a good marksman when push comes to shove in the stories.

Ceruledge: One of my favorite ghost types in the new games. They also just feel super fitting as a seeker like Pokemon. Their quick run also kinda seems fitting given how Ellis can sometimes just jump into things without fully thinking things through.

Froslass: She's been a staple of any ghost-type team I've run in the games I've played a ghost-only run. She also just is a very sass feeling pokemon which is very similar in vibe to a ghost the Ellis interacts with a lot in her stories.

Gengar: Classic ghost and another staple for my ghost teams. If this is a team I'm running in the galar region (I know no Ceruledge then) then he'd have his gigantimax form. Gengar is great for this time because he sort of just represents the general fear that ghosts elicit in most people.

Aegislash: This one was my ace Pokemon in my ghost-only Ellis run of SW/SH. I also feel it's a perfect match for the protective nature Ellis has and develops towards her friends. With the switch in form, it also goes well with how she is willing to fight if it's clear the situation won't be solved peacefully.

Corviknight: Initially this one may seem out of place on the team given that it's the only non-ghost type. The reason I have him though is it's a nod to Ellis' spirit seeker raven Nysse. In my mind when I was coming up with pokemon teams for characters I thought it would be cool if all seeker characters would have this pokemon on their team to represent their ravens.

And there you go! A mostly ghost-type specialist Ellis, with a Corviknight for flavor. If I were to change out the Corviknight for another ghost-type it would be Mimikyu. The reasoning for that is that she would be a good match for Ellis as a Pokemon that is feared for its abilities but just wants to be appreciated and loved.

[lilmissbacon]

RWBY Oc Team

I've been on a rwby fix for the past few weeks for some reason so I took it upon myself to completely remake my OC team from over 4 years ago.

These characters are based on mythical creatures and thematic colors take after the colors that bamboo can be. While not completely accurate, bamboo can have blue-ish, yellow-ish and brown coloring and when they grow flowers, those flowers tend to have a pink color. And just to double down, the school they go to would have green uniforms, to really finish off the bamboo aesthetic.

Briar Begonia (her/she)

Color: Blush

Weapon: "Death Song" a flute/spear/sniper rifle

Semblance: Water transformation (can turn into water similar to Ruby turning into rose petals)

Myth: Kitsune (Japanese fox spirit)

The leader of team BMBU is an Arctic fox Faunus using the weapon of her fallen mother and was raised by her recently dead aunt. No one else knows who her father is, nor how he and her mother died when she was a baby. All anyone knows is that she got a scar on her eyelid from the event. Briar can tend to be spunky and puny but disassociates herself in art and fiction so much that she's starting to confuse it with how social things work in reality. Her fighting style is similar to a ninja/assassin; sneaky and evasive. She's not very good at hand-to-hand combat, so instead she perfected incapacitating her enemies like Ty Lee from atla. While she mainly wants to be a huntress because her mother was, it's also because she wants to find out what happened to both of her parents since they went MIA and whatever mission her mother went on is the only clue she has. She also has a locket with a picture of her mom in it to always remind her of what she's doing this for.

Maize Jonquil (she/her)

Color: Marigold

Weapon: "Angelic Quietus" a jetpack/wings of blades

Semblance: X-ray and thermal vision

Myth: Fallen Angel

From a rich family that's very well known for making and developing some of the best weaponry on Remnant and that family consisting of 2 parents, 2 older brothers and 1 older sister. They have a rare hereditary semblance: phantom wings that allow them to fly for short periods of time. Because Maize has a different semblance, she's kinda been ostracized by the public. This, along with the family business having a long history of harsh Faunus labor, has made it so that she's been trying to separate herself from the family name. While at the same time, basing her weapon on her family's semblance because of how she's been envious about it for most of her life. That and the fact that she does still loves them and her parents themselves are trying to make up for their family's past sins. All this culminating to her personality being that she acts all proud arrogant and even flirty when in reality, she's doing that to make up for her insecurities. Basically the depressed rich white boy trope 😆 I see her as the one on the team that's more troublesome and fucking things up. Back when she was a kid and trying to conform to rich society's standards, she had taken ballet classes. And although she hated them, she now uses those skills in her fighting style. Bonus; because she uses a very large weapon, she may be small but she's much stronger than she looks.

Basil Denim (she/her)

Color: Blue

Weapon: "Cutlass Arbalest" arm blades/bow and arrow

Semblance: Soundwaves (can create concussive blasts at body movement, usually through punching)

Myth: Werewolf

Born and raised in a town outside of the kingdoms, near the water, she's heavily tomboy and a little weird but she takes pride in being both. She's hardcore but is also very emotional and tries to be nice to everyone. But if you're rude to her or her friends, she will not hesitate to return the favor. She's super into music/DJing but because her semblance makes a lot of loud noise, she is really hearing impaired. So the headphones she wears also double as hearing aids. Basil has practically been training since birth to be a fighter, with both of her parents being huntsmen. They never pushed her to be one, but Basil herself wants to help people just like them. Her mother being a brawler and her dad being a bow user, of course both she and her older sister adapted a mix of the two. Unfortunately, her father is now DIA from a Grimm attack, which will later start the plot of her discovering that she has the ability to turn into a Grimm because her dad used to be part of this secret clan of people, called Lycan, who have this ability.

Uluru Mocha (they/them)

Color: Umber

Weapon: "Scorching Scourge" two fire swords/whips

Semblance: Reading and Manipulating emotions (not mind control (a little like Mantis in the MCU))

Myth: Siren

This one will have a little trigger warning***

Having been raised on a fishing boat, their family (consisting of a mother, an uncle and three cousins) were the best in the fishing business because they all consisted of water animal Faunus, Uluru being a shark. That was until the day a boat of human fishermen pulled up and beat them to a pulp for daring to 'fish in their waters and steal their job.' Thus going so far as to dismember Uluru by cutting of their back fin and severely hurting up the rest of the family in similar ways. They all eventually washed up on shore and were found by Basil and her family. Their mom and uncle were crippled and the cousins immediately left for Menagerie without even saying goodbye. Uncle eventually left to follow and find them but Uluru and their mom got help and were housed by Basil's family. So they and Basil have known each other since they were 12. It's because of this event that Uluru is very untrusting of people, often comes across as emotionless, and doesn't flaunt the fact that they are a Faunus. Though because they is a shark Faunus, they is literally cold blooded and needs to wear more clothes to stay warm. Hence why Uluru has a leather jacket and turtle neck, for those of you who understand how sweat inducing that would be otherwise.

This last bit is just a height comparison to give y'all an idea of what they all look like next to eachother

[scottahemi]

The final day of March of robots idea sparked an idea and aesthetic for a series of light based humanoid robot thingos who i’m putting into my superhero universe to be badguys.  though I don’t know entirely what they do yet... lady laser has some history in this universe but she was a simple cat burglar prior to this redesign... and Electra had no real history. this idea also gets rid of her mech suit unless she splits from the group to go rogue or solo i don't know yet. 

their colors are based on the rainbow, their powers are somewhat themed on their colors, and the white fusion form is based on how a prism works. 

[kianamaiart]

Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl: Villains

[orrenlane]

she misunderstood

[heedzhee-art]

my spy oc Victor and his annoying pet knife

❗"Dagger mimic" is designed by @pocketss

[grubscouts]

Artfight revenge on cr1me

[guybracha]

Perfect day at the park

drawn in clip studio paint.

My Team: Paladin, Lady Astral, Comrade, Voltage, Gigantic, Enforcer, Melody, Symbol, Captain Space, Rocket Prime, Techno, Tsunami, Dragon Fighter, and Mariposa.

[sennamaticart]

Artfight attack for @possessedpasm of August and Oscar doing the twist!

[ane-doodles]

Seafoam prince (AF sona)

I'm actually quite proud of this one. I had the opportunity to experiment with new colors and brushes and I fell in love with the results.

I won't deny it, I would like to receive attacks from this one...

[melody-inwonderland]

狂って hey kids!

閉ざした昨日を照らして 行き場のない衝動

狂って hey kids!

戻れない場所探して oh oh oh

狂って hey kids!

くだらないエゴを飛ばして 意味の無い抗争

狂って平気？

私の名前を吐かないか？

"Are you ready? I respect the hero!"

鳴らさないの��滑稽なディストーション

今や共犯さ 天の存在もほら

"Who is the master who calls my favorite name!"

いざ forever ever ever

狂って hey kids!

閉ざした昨日を照らして 行き場のない衝動

狂って hey kids!

戻れない場所探して oh oh oh

[darkmatilda]

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: basically just two bookworms arguing about books and having a s3x right after

𝐚/𝐧: please read the note! so it's only a very short part of my upcoming fanfiction that has...25k words...i'm aware no one is going to read it all soo i'm publishing one of my favorite parts.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.1k

Maybe it was that one drink you had, but your legs seemed to take you in a certain direction.

You weren’t sure if Spencer was even home. But if you had nothing else to do, why not check? A short walk. You were a little desperate, after all, you didn’t have anywhere else to go. That’s how you justified it. You were going to him because you had no other option.

He opened the door, dressed in a wrinkled shirt, trousers, and a tie loosely hanging around his neck. His hair was in disarray, and you felt an urge to run your fingers through it and style it the way you wanted, but it would’ve been awkward.

"Hey. Am I interrupting?"

Surprised, Spencer shook his head.

"No... Actually, I was asleep."

"In those clothes?"

"I fell asleep while reading..." he explained, trailing off when he noticed your appearance. To put it modestly, you looked incredibly hot. For a long moment, his gaze lingered on your dress, visible beneath the open jacket and ending high on your thigh. "Very... nice dress. Is it... is it your mom's too?"

You chuckled.

"Can you imagine my mom, a school psychologist, in a dress covering half her ass?"

Embarrassed, Spencer raised his hands in apology and also chuckled softly.

"Sorry, I'm still half-asleep. Anyway... is there something wrong that you're here?"

"My mentally unstable ex-boyfriend of my roommate is lurking under our apartment.” You confessed bluntly “I'm a little scared to go back, and... I didn't know where else I could go."

It seemed like he was suddenly waking up quickly. He swung the door wide open, letting you in.

"Of course, come in. Is he dangerous?"

"He shows up every now and then and then disappears. It's like a lottery. Jude doesn't want to ever see him again, so we just pretend we're not here when it happens."

The inside looked just as you remembered. The lights were off everywhere except the bedroom, where he was probably reading. You allowed yourself to take off your uncomfortable shoes and set them by the door.

"Why don't you report it to the police?" His forehead furrowed with concern.

"Jude doesn't want to. And I don't want to do anything against her will. But I swear, if this happens again, I'll convince her. Or I'll do it myself."

"You should," he said, and suddenly a silence fell between you.

You weren't sure how to act. You'd barged in on him in the middle of the night, pulling him from his sleep. Not to mention, you hadn't seen each other since that conversation at the bar.

"Let me take your jacket," he said after a moment, as if remembering how to behave when hosting a guest.

You slowly took it off, revealing the full dress. Spencer momentarily let his gaze linger on it, but then he caught himself and turned away to hang your jacket. The glance didn't embarrass you in the slightest; if anything, you expected to catch him looking.

"Sorry if I woke you," you said, realizing you should probably apologize. It was only then that you began to feel a little awkward about the situation.

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. And I'm glad I can help," he said, and once again, silence settled between you. Spencer placed his hand on his forehead as he realized you were still standing in the hallway. "Sorry, it's been a long time since anyone's visited, and I don't even know how to act... Do you want something to drink, or need anything?"

"I’m fine," you assured him, walking behind him into the living room. "I don't want you to act like I'm some important guest, Spencer. Or like you need to serve me."

"But you are an important guest," he replied.

A warm, gentle smile appeared on your lips.

"What were you reading?" you asked, leaning your lower back against the kitchen island, the two rooms connected as one. You glanced around the cozy interior, in soft, almost warm hues, where the darkness of the night blended with the orange light of the lamp. "Let me guess, some spine-chilling thriller?"

"I have spine-chilling thrillers every day at work," he snorted. "I was reading... Emma. Jane Austen."

Your eyebrows shot up.

"You fell asleep reading classic literature on a Friday night? Spencer Reid, what kind of man are you?"

"In a good way or a bad way?"

He stood across from you, his arms loosely crossed over his chest. Your eyes lingered on the first few undone buttons of his shirt.

"Of course, in a good way. Why would I judge someone for reading?"

"I don’t know," he shrugged. "Some people think it’s boring. And weird, especially on a Friday night. And what about you? What were you doing before your roommate’s ex showed up?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he nodded meaningfully toward your outfit. "Were you reading too?"

You lifted your chin high.

"Exactly. I was reading my favorite Shakespearean drama in my favorite dress. And those incredibly comfortable shoes I left by your door."

"That goes without saying."

"I definitely wasn’t at any club."

"I wouldn’t even suspect you of that."

"I was doing what any God-fearing virgin would do," you said, bursting into laughter at the absurdity. "Alright, alright. I’m getting carried away. Now I actually feel like reading something. But nothing too classic—I don’t have the brainpower for it. Do you happen to have any romance novels?"

I'm afraid not."

"Really? You have more books in your home than the library in my hometown, and not a single romance? I’m not talking about dark erotica or anything—just something subtle. Friends to lovers, polite sex..."

Spencer choked on a laugh.

"Sorry, but are you drunk?"

You were just horny. 

"Not a drop of alcohol has touched my lips. I'm just hyperactive. That’s what the night does to me."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"So? Aren't you hiding any sinful books in there?"

He rolled his eyes, clearly amused rather than annoyed by your persistence.

"You're welcome to look," he offered, gesturing toward one of the shelves. "But I’m not promising you’ll find anything like that."

"But if I do, you owe me a drink."

“And if it turns out I’m right, then what?”

You bit your lip, pondering. 

“I’ll figure something out.”

“You know, I won’t enter a bet unless I know what I get in return.”

“And what do you want?”

“A dinner together,” he replied without hesitation. “Or breakfast, if you prefer.”

“Deal,” you answered just as quickly. You weren’t worried about regretting it—your blood was buzzing too much for that.

He extended his hand for you to shake on it, sealing the deal. Instead of letting go, you held onto his fingers firmly and tugged him toward the bookshelf. He stood so close as you examined the books one by one, taking some out to inspect their covers to see if they suggested any hint of romance. When they didn’t, he let out a short laugh, his breath brushing against your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. You didn’t let it show.

“Spencer…” you started after a while, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “It counts if the book has a romantic subplot, right?”

“No, it doesn’t count! We agreed on a romance. A full-fledged, contemporary one.”

“We didn’t say contemporary.”

“I assumed it was implied since I mentioned owning Jane Austen books. Pride and Prejudice is a romance, among other things…”

“Ha! So you do have one. I won!” You raised your hands high in victory.

“…But it’s also a social and domestic novel. Doesn’t count.”

You poked him in the chest with your finger.

“You don’t know how to lose.”

He glanced at the spot where you touched him, clearly trying not to smile.

“Maybe I just care a lot about that dinner,” he admitted boldly.

You didn’t know what to say. You tried to look at him confidently, but it was hard to think and maintain eye contact with him at the same time.

“Or breakfast,” you murmured.

“Or breakfast,” he agreed. Realizing how close he was standing, he instinctively stepped back half a pace. “So, are you ready to admit my victory?”

You shot him a defiant look.

“Not a chance. I haven’t even checked all the books yet. I’m only about three-quarters through. Who knows what kind of BDSM might be lurking in the last quarter?”

“Seriously?” he asked with a sigh. “Okay, just look at me. Do I seem like the kind of guy who reads stuff like that?”

“Honestly, you look like the kind of guy who reads encyclopedias. But the one thing I know about people is that appearances can be deceiving. Still waters run deep.”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re as stubborn as they come.”

“Maybe I just really want that drink,” you teased.

“I can make you one,” he offered unexpectedly.

“Seriously?” The suggestion caught you off guard.

Spencer shrugged casually.

“I don’t drink much, but some friends gave me a few bottles for my birthday.”

You hesitated, considering.

“I’m not really in the mood,” you admitted. You felt good, even without alcohol. “But I do have another request… Do you happen to have something I could change into? I won’t lie, this isn’t the most comfortable dress… though it’s absolutely stunning.”

He smiled softly.

"You’re right. And yes, I’ll find something for you to change into. Just… it’ll be something of mine."

Following him into the bedroom, you let out a small chuckle.

"You know, I didn’t expect you to have a closet full of women’s clothes. Plus, in my size. Although, who knows what girls leave behind at your place. It’s a tactic, you know? You leave a sock at a guy’s place to have an excuse to come back. Unless you didn’t like it, then you have to accept losing the sock."

He didn’t say anything, opening the wardrobe to find something appropriate for you. You’d been in his bedroom before and didn’t feel the need to look around; nothing had changed inside.

"Do you do this often?" he asked, inspecting a t-shirt. "Use the sock strategy?"

"No," you replied, shrugging. "I’m too straightforward for that. If I like it, I just go back and say 'Let’s do it again' Or I don’t leave at all. I’m a bit of a parasite too."

He chuckled at the comparison and finally handed you some clothes. You didn’t really look at them; you just needed something looser, something you hadn’t danced in for hours at the club.

"You know where the bathroom is, right?"

You confirmed and were about to head in that direction when you stopped.

"Wait," you said, turning back toward him. But then, you turned again, facing him with your back. "The zipper on the dress," you explained, pulling your hair to the front. "I could manage it myself, but I don’t want to risk breaking it. Could you…?"

"Y-yeah," he agreed after a moment, stepping closer.

He stood just behind you, reaching for the top of your back. Before he pulled the zipper down, there was a moment where he simply paused, unmoving. Your knees suddenly trembled, almost impatiently. Then, he tugged at the zipper, unfastening the dress, and the coolness and freedom teased your skin.

You could have said thank you and headed to the bathroom, but you didn’t. Something kept your body rooted in place, right there next to him, feeling the pads of his fingers on the lower part of your dress.

Even his breath, louder and irregular.

When you began to, slightly disappointed, assume that he wouldn’t do anything more, his lips found a spot on your neck, kissing it slowly. You inhaled deeply, your head instinctively tilting back, giving him more access, as if you had been waiting for just that.  He stopped for a longer time in this specific place, pressing on it harder, as you barely hold a groan. 

Your breath was given a free rollercoaster ride.

You reached your hand back, wrapping it around his head and pulling him closer to you. You felt him sigh directly into your skin, leaving another two hungry kisses on an exposed skin on your shoulder. God, why were you still wearing that dress?

You abruptly stopped, turning around and almost hitting the top of your head against his jaw. You didn't care about it, and the thought of apologizing never crossed your mind, just simply pushed him, planting a strong kiss right on his lips.

The clothes he gave you slipped from your hand and fell to the floor, but neither of you were concerned about it, as you were both too absorbed to care. You pushed him again, this time onto the bed, on which he sat, surprised by your suddenness. You saw red marks creeping onto the parts of the neck exposed by the undone shirt. 

"Spencer, Spencer, Spencer," you said, shaking your head in a mock reprimand. He tilted his head to the side, unsure of where you were going with this, his fingers impatiently brushing your waist on both sides. "You lied to me."

Your hands grabbed his face, positioning just under his jaw and lifting it upward so you could find his lips right against yours. 

“I lied to you?”

"“That's right. You said you don't read romances. But tell me, how does someone who doesn't do that know such practices?”

“Practices?” he repeated again, surprised."

His gaze was focused solely on your lips to which he tried to get closer, but you hadn't allowed him to yet. 

"This whole unbuttoning of the dress. And then, the neck”

With your index finger, you traced along the skin on his neck

“Did you like it?” he asked, his voice sounding a bit hoarse. He removed one hand from your waist and took your hand, the one you had been playing with.

“Did I like it?” you scoffed with a genuine laugh.“I’m like half naked now. Answer that for yourself”

Undressing was the element you hated the most. You became impatient and couldn't understand why your clothes couldn't just disappear from you, instead of threatening to burn your already overheated skin. Spencer didn't help, so slow in his movements. You had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. He probably enjoyed watching you struggle to untangle yourself from the dress. He waited a minute before helping you, effortlessly pulling it over your head.

Maybe slow wasn't the most accurate description.The way he touched his body wasn’t slow. It was like rationing a treat, breaking it into small pieces and savoring them one by one. Meanwhile, it gazed straight into your mouth, shouting, eat me!

It required incredible self-control and composure, but it resulted in something more than just pleasure. When he found himself right between your legs, his lips touching gently every single inch of your thigh and refusing to go further despite your pleas, you compared him to the previous guys you slept with. With them, on the other hand, you had to tell them to slow down, to do everything more carefully, and not to focus solely on their own needs.

“Does it feel right?” He asked, briefly lifting his gaze, his hands gripping your thighs.

Your back arched, probably enough of an answer, but you confirmed it with a soft moan.

"I'd rather you said it out loud. Does it feel right?"

"That's edging on sadism, do you realize that?" you whimpered, trying to release the tension by pulling at his hair.

He stopped again.

"Please, do it again."

It wasn't something he had to beg for.

The rest went similarly. You liked how his confidence and courage grew, but you also went wild when, at certain moments, the same gentle and sometimes awkward Spencer returned. It was a perfectly balanced mix.

"Can you talk to me more?" he asked over time, once he was already inside you. "I want to know how you feel about all of this." After those words, your forehead twitched slightly as you felt the onset of pain. "Does it hurt?"

"No," you whispered, accompanied by a faintly tired exhale.”A little. But it's normal I just didn't have sex for a while”

"No, it shouldn't hurt you. Do you want to stop?"

"Just... give me a moment."

He slowed down, almost stopping. You took a breath,pressing your forehead to his. You stayed like that for a moment, neither of you in a hurry. After all, where to? Outside, the night still reigned, long and patient, winter’s grip holding steady. You liked having his face so close to yours, joining them together and not speaking. For the first time, you could truly say that you enjoyed the silence.

You had always considered silence overwhelming, incapable of calming the chaos that arose in your mind. You preferred moments of wildness, loud sounds, and fast pace, but it was in that silence, which fell then, that you found a peace filled with intimacy.

You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.

"It's okay, I'm ready."

After everything, you simply lay facing each other, tangled in one another. Actually, you didn’t like that expression "after everything." After everything—after what exactly? Sex wasn’t just about the physical act; it also included the long moment before and the even more significant one after. It was precisely that moment after which revealed the true you both. How much you cared for each other and how much you meant to each other beyond the bed. That was often missing in one-night stands; the perspective of quickly disappearing from each other's lives and being forgotten somehow intensified selfishness in people.

Lying there, you played with the hair on his forehead.

"You know, they say this is the moment when people are the most honest with each other."

"Do you want to squeeze a few secrets out of me?" he asked.

"Just one," you said mysteriously, turning onto your back. Before that, you noticed his eyebrows furrow.

He propped himself up on his elbow to look at you again.

"Which one?"

You pretended to hesitate before answering. You tried with all your might to keep the smile from appearing on your face, betraying you.

"I'm afraid that even now, you won't be honest with me."

"I'm starting to get worried."

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise to tell the truth. Give me your pinky."

"What?"

"A pinky promise, you fool."

“O-okay” 

Clearly surprised, he did what you asked.

"Now tell me the truth. You got any romance books at your place you're too embarrassed to admit to?"

He rolled his eyes.

"I'll find them," you teased. "I’ll get up right now and find them."

You pretended to get up, but he pulled you closer, preventing you from moving.

"You're not going anywhere."

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