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Closed Starter for @softcorememories

With the insistent voice of Violet Bridgerton nipping down his ear, Benedict Bridgerton found himself standing in front of his bedroom mirror, adorned in black, with a mask tightly pulled against his face. He turned this way, and that, making sure that it not only sat correctly but that he didn't look a fool. Well, there was something foolish to be said about going to a masquerade in the first place. Though, there was something entirely other to be said about the fact that for once, Benedict wouldn't be recognised or ambushed by debutants & their mama's.

As he arrived however, he found that perhaps his disguise wasn't all he thought it was cracked up to be. For the moment he stepped foot into the room, a flood of women made haste toward him. He stumbled backward, and darted in such a way that you might think he'd arrived drunk, but was actually a method he'd perfected in disappearing amongst the crowd. He slid more and more, checking the way he came so to be sure he wasn't followed.

It was as he found himself drawn to a halt, slipping on the foot of another, that he realised he couldn't go any further, and instead had eyes of brilliant blue boring down into him "I'm sorry! My apologies I-" then something in him settled the more he gazed at the other "-Who are you?" he asked without thinking. "No, sorry, again... that defeats the point of a masquerade."

[softcorememories]

One moment Theodore Lawrence Pemberley was standing quite peacefully at the edge of the ballroom, contemplating whether the punch possessed any qualities. The next, a tall gentleman in black was stumbling directly into his path with all the elegance of a startled deer. Theodore reacted on instinct, reaching out to steady the man before he could complete his determined attempt to flee the ballroom, catching Benedict by the elbow.

“My foot has survived the encounter, I assure you.”

Theodore had to swallow a smile. Even concealed, there was something unmistakably familiar in the tilt of his head and the sheepish set of his mouth. Theodore released him and stepped back with a courteous inclination of his head.

“Quite so, though I admire your directness. It is a rare quality this evening.”

Around them the ballroom swelled with music, laughter, and the soft thunder of slippers on polished floors. Theodore noted, with quiet amusement, the way a flock of brightly dressed young ladies hovered at the edges of the room, scanning the crowd with predatory determination. Judging by the slightly hunted look in Benedict’s eyes, they had already selected their quarry.

“You appear, to be in the midst of a strategic retreat. I, too, am avoiding enthusiastic company. One could call us fellow refugees.”

Theodore studied him a moment longer. It was oddly pleasant, speaking to someone who did not yet know precisely who he was. No bowed heads, no careful deference, no weight of expectation pressing against his shoulders. Merely two men in masks, equally determined not to be claimed by the evening.

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[discreet-eccentric-affairs]

There was something about this man, the way he held himself, the way he spoke, as though they'd met before, and that Benedict was truly blindsided by the mask. "I apologise," he caught himself, cheeks reddening under his own mask "......again-for the third time!" He squeezed his eyes shut at what an utter fool was he making of himself. Quickly, Benedict did his best to rectify things "As I say, it defeats the whole point of a masquerade if I go around asking who those in disguise truly are."

Benedict found himself too busy studying the man, seeing if there was any pointers in his identity, hair differences, a perfectly placed mole, a scar, anything to help give him some kind of context as to who he was, so that Benedict could better engage with him. When the stranger spoke once more, Benedict's heart stopped, caught in the worry that maybe he was looking at the man a little too eagerly. Then he registered the comment regarding enthusiastic company, and found his arms folding tightly against his chest. "Is it really that obvious?" he murmured lowly to the other, stealing a glance behind him to make sure the debutantes in question were finally off his heels.

Perhaps Benedict had grown too cocky with the soirees he'd attended, but he was certain this man was eyeing him. No, perhaps he was studying him, or testing him. Instead, Benedict decided to test him. Straightening his back, and giving the man his full attention he asked "Then perhaps we should find an island elsewhere for safety?" with a crooked smile.

[softcorememories]

Theodore Lawrence Pemberley watched the masked gentleman stumble through yet another apology and felt his amusement soften into genuine kindness.

“Please, if you continue at this rate, you shall leave yourself no apologies for the remainder of the evening.”

He noticed, with quiet interest, the way the stranger studied him. The fellow’s gaze moved carefully, searching for something familiar, some small detail that might betray an identity beneath the mask. Theodore recognized the habit at once. He had spent most of his life being examined in precisely that fashion. For once, it was pleasant not to be immediately known. When Theodore remarked upon enthusiastic company, the man’s posture changed at once. His arms folded defensively across his chest then Theodore followed the direction of his gaze and caught sight of a cluster of brightly dressed young ladies dispersing at last, their attention captured by a new target.

“Obvious?”

Theodore echoed with mild humor.

“You entered as though pursued by an entire regiment. I doubt anyone could have missed it.”

He softened the remark with a reassuring tilt of his head.

“Take comfort. Your admirers appear to have redirected their efforts. For the moment, you are quite safe.”

Theodore felt an answering warmth at the proposal that stranger made to him thought he knew he was a Bridgerton, everybody knew who the Bridgerton family members were. He gestured toward the far end of the room, where tall doors opened onto a quiet stretch of balcony and the curtains stirred in the cool night breeze.

“There is a gateaway beyond those doors. Fresh air, tolerable silence, and, distance from eager matchmaking.”

As he turned toward the balcony, Theodore felt a curious sense of relief. For once he was not the Duke of Wellington, not a name weighed down with expectation and duty. He was merely a masked gentleman in black, escorting another to safety. And for a single evening, that was more than enough, he laughed at himself as he arrived on the balcony, his disguise was a poor one, his own sister and little brother could recognise him. They were surely here with his mother, he said he wouldn't come because Theodore had better things to do at their estate which wasn't entirely false. He did have better things to do, but he didn't want to be claimed over by mothers and debutantes. Theodore didn't quite like women, it was his secret. A joy and sometimes a burden as marriage was pressing onto his shoulders like a sword ready to cut his throat at any mistakes done.

The man took a breather at once, meanwhile his right hand came to undo the two first buttons of his white shirt. Before both hands were on the railing of this balcony, a quiet escape. Then, when he felt this stranger coming to his level on the balcony the man turned around hastily with relief on his face.

" Is it not better than being inside ? One cannot breathe with all these expensive perfumes. "

Well done, Theodore. He thought to himself as it was rich from him to say such things as his cologne was quite the one to be smelled and sniffed from a mile away. Ironically.

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[discreet-eccentric-affairs]

Closed Starter for @softcorememories

With the insistent voice of Violet Bridgerton nipping down his ear, Benedict Bridgerton found himself standing in front of his bedroom mirror, adorned in black, with a mask tightly pulled against his face. He turned this way, and that, making sure that it not only sat correctly but that he didn't look a fool. Well, there was something foolish to be said about going to a masquerade in the first place. Though, there was something entirely other to be said about the fact that for once, Benedict wouldn't be recognised or ambushed by debutants & their mama's.

As he arrived however, he found that perhaps his disguise wasn't all he thought it was cracked up to be. For the moment he stepped foot into the room, a flood of women made haste toward him. He stumbled backward, and darted in such a way that you might think he'd arrived drunk, but was actually a method he'd perfected in disappearing amongst the crowd. He slid more and more, checking the way he came so to be sure he wasn't followed.

It was as he found himself drawn to a halt, slipping on the foot of another, that he realised he couldn't go any further, and instead had eyes of brilliant blue boring down into him "I'm sorry! My apologies I-" then something in him settled the more he gazed at the other "-Who are you?" he asked without thinking. "No, sorry, again... that defeats the point of a masquerade."

[softcorememories]

One moment Theodore Lawrence Pemberley was standing quite peacefully at the edge of the ballroom, contemplating whether the punch possessed any qualities. The next, a tall gentleman in black was stumbling directly into his path with all the elegance of a startled deer. Theodore reacted on instinct, reaching out to steady the man before he could complete his determined attempt to flee the ballroom, catching Benedict by the elbow.

“My foot has survived the encounter, I assure you.”

Theodore had to swallow a smile. Even concealed, there was something unmistakably familiar in the tilt of his head and the sheepish set of his mouth. Theodore released him and stepped back with a courteous inclination of his head.

“Quite so, though I admire your directness. It is a rare quality this evening.”

Around them the ballroom swelled with music, laughter, and the soft thunder of slippers on polished floors. Theodore noted, with quiet amusement, the way a flock of brightly dressed young ladies hovered at the edges of the room, scanning the crowd with predatory determination. Judging by the slightly hunted look in Benedict’s eyes, they had already selected their quarry.

“You appear, to be in the midst of a strategic retreat. I, too, am avoiding enthusiastic company. One could call us fellow refugees.”

Theodore studied him a moment longer. It was oddly pleasant, speaking to someone who did not yet know precisely who he was. No bowed heads, no careful deference, no weight of expectation pressing against his shoulders. Merely two men in masks, equally determined not to be claimed by the evening.

@discreet-eccentric-affairs

[discreet-eccentric-affairs]

There was something about this man, the way he held himself, the way he spoke, as though they'd met before, and that Benedict was truly blindsided by the mask. "I apologise," he caught himself, cheeks reddening under his own mask "......again-for the third time!" He squeezed his eyes shut at what an utter fool was he making of himself. Quickly, Benedict did his best to rectify things "As I say, it defeats the whole point of a masquerade if I go around asking who those in disguise truly are."

Benedict found himself too busy studying the man, seeing if there was any pointers in his identity, hair differences, a perfectly placed mole, a scar, anything to help give him some kind of context as to who he was, so that Benedict could better engage with him. When the stranger spoke once more, Benedict's heart stopped, caught in the worry that maybe he was looking at the man a little too eagerly. Then he registered the comment regarding enthusiastic company, and found his arms folding tightly against his chest. "Is it really that obvious?" he murmured lowly to the other, stealing a glance behind him to make sure the debutantes in question were finally off his heels.

Perhaps Benedict had grown too cocky with the soirees he'd attended, but he was certain this man was eyeing him. No, perhaps he was studying him, or testing him. Instead, Benedict decided to test him. Straightening his back, and giving the man his full attention he asked "Then perhaps we should find an island elsewhere for safety?" with a crooked smile.

[softcorememories]

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[discreet-eccentric-affairs]

Closed Starter for @softcorememories

With the insistent voice of Violet Bridgerton nipping down his ear, Benedict Bridgerton found himself standing in front of his bedroom mirror, adorned in black, with a mask tightly pulled against his face. He turned this way, and that, making sure that it not only sat correctly but that he didn't look a fool. Well, there was something foolish to be said about going to a masquerade in the first place. Though, there was something entirely other to be said about the fact that for once, Benedict wouldn't be recognised or ambushed by debutants & their mama's.

As he arrived however, he found that perhaps his disguise wasn't all he thought it was cracked up to be. For the moment he stepped foot into the room, a flood of women made haste toward him. He stumbled backward, and darted in such a way that you might think he'd arrived drunk, but was actually a method he'd perfected in disappearing amongst the crowd. He slid more and more, checking the way he came so to be sure he wasn't followed.

It was as he found himself drawn to a halt, slipping on the foot of another, that he realised he couldn't go any further, and instead had eyes of brilliant blue boring down into him "I'm sorry! My apologies I-" then something in him settled the more he gazed at the other "-Who are you?" he asked without thinking. "No, sorry, again... that defeats the point of a masquerade."

[softcorememories]

One moment Theodore Lawrence Pemberley was standing quite peacefully at the edge of the ballroom, contemplating whether the punch possessed any qualities. The next, a tall gentleman in black was stumbling directly into his path with all the elegance of a startled deer. Theodore reacted on instinct, reaching out to steady the man before he could complete his determined attempt to flee the ballroom, catching Benedict by the elbow.

“My foot has survived the encounter, I assure you.”

Theodore had to swallow a smile. Even concealed, there was something unmistakably familiar in the tilt of his head and the sheepish set of his mouth. Theodore released him and stepped back with a courteous inclination of his head.

“Quite so, though I admire your directness. It is a rare quality this evening.”

Around them the ballroom swelled with music, laughter, and the soft thunder of slippers on polished floors. Theodore noted, with quiet amusement, the way a flock of brightly dressed young ladies hovered at the edges of the room, scanning the crowd with predatory determination. Judging by the slightly hunted look in Benedict’s eyes, they had already selected their quarry.

“You appear, to be in the midst of a strategic retreat. I, too, am avoiding enthusiastic company. One could call us fellow refugees.”

Theodore studied him a moment longer. It was oddly pleasant, speaking to someone who did not yet know precisely who he was. No bowed heads, no careful deference, no weight of expectation pressing against his shoulders. Merely two men in masks, equally determined not to be claimed by the evening.

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[softcorememories]

In Sheffield, everyone knew the name George Alfred Bennett. He would even boast that his name was also known in London, having been involved in land acquisition projects by the royal family. But George never had the audacity to move to the English capital, because after all, he felt perfectly at home in his near-birthplace. He was born in Manchester, where he lived for a good part of his life. In any case, he was financially successful, despite already having a substantial inheritance from his grandparents. Proof of this lies in his home, a large house, even a typically English manor, which is part of this success. George had built many things around himself: a large library, a grand fireplace, but most importantly, he had built a stable where his only stallion lived. A beautiful black Andalusian horse, brought directly from Spain. George also had a cat, a grey Maine Coon named Misty, who stayed indoors despite having access to the outdoors. George was on edge these days, however, because his stallion, Fjord, was very unwell and even ill. He was vomiting, struggling to eat grain and grass, and refused to gallop in the open fields. Deep down, he feared it was the end of his horse's life, but he didn't want to be defeatist about something beyond his control. George had called in a veterinarian he'd known before, but not in a good way. Apparently, this one had decided not to be friendly with him, but much kinder to his horse and cat. It was a day like any other, a Thursday in fact. The 37-year-old was watching his horse walk from his second-floor bedroom window. His brows were slightly furrowed with worry, and his hands were in the pockets of his Barbour jacket, which covered a handsome brown braided sweater—a typically English outfit. The vet was due to arrive any minute, George was even thinking of going downstairs to open the door for him early but knowing him already he will pass by him without saying anything or with a hello that betrays bitterness.

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Nicky really wasn't too much of a fan of being here. He felt increasingly awkward around George given the situation, but he knew that he was there for a job. A beautiful horse was unwell, and that was something that he needed to focus on. In any other situation, he might have been good friends with the other man, given his love of animals that could rival Nicky's own, but circumstances had dictated that things were not exactly friendly between them. He had never wanted to inherit the property, never wanted anything grand like that, but when it happened, there was no way for him to have the time to give it the attention and care it deserved. In saying that, the idea of this stranger coming along and doing the job for him did not sit well either. Still, it had happened and it was now what tied the two men together, and so when George had needed someone to care for his horse, Nicky was always going to be there. Not for George, but for Fjord.

He approached the house with a nervous twitch of his hand, raising it to knock out of courtesy.

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His reverie was suddenly interrupted when he heard a muffled but still audible sound coming from the doorway. Ah, the vet must have just arrived to examine Fjord. The mustachioed man sighed for a few moments before putting his hands in the pockets of his Barbour jacket and turning towards his bedroom door. Once in the hallway, George descended the grand, solid wood staircase of his large house with a certain complacency as a new sight passed between his lips while his thoughts remained focused on his horse. It wasn't for lack of trying to cure him himself, but he couldn't claim to be a vet and not seek professional help.

The thirty-something opened the front door with no apprehension about meeting Nicky McAllister, who didn't much care for him. As for George, he had no quarrel with him, except that Nicky detested him and made it quite clear by being distant whenever George tried to show even the slightest interest in his healing methods and veterinary practice in general. A chill crept across his face before he looked at his interlocutor and then smiled slightly out of pure politeness.

"Come in, I don't usually bite."

George shifted slightly to the side to let his companion pass and closed the front door behind him, but the noise attracted Misty, his gray Maine Coon, who announced her arrival with a meow. The cat first rubbed against her master's leg and then approached the veterinarian, sniffing the scent on the tips of Nicky's shoes. George looked at her with contemptment then at Nicky with an uncertain look on his face, it was good to try at least to interact with the vet, but the vet usually didn't let him have a full conversation.

"At least she likes you. She doesn't like many people besides me."

[softcorememories]

In Sheffield, everyone knew the name George Alfred Bennett. He would even boast that his name was also known in London, having been involved in land acquisition projects by the royal family. But George never had the audacity to move to the English capital, because after all, he felt perfectly at home in his near-birthplace. He was born in Manchester, where he lived for a good part of his life. In any case, he was financially successful, despite already having a substantial inheritance from his grandparents. Proof of this lies in his home, a large house, even a typically English manor, which is part of this success. George had built many things around himself: a large library, a grand fireplace, but most importantly, he had built a stable where his only stallion lived. A beautiful black Andalusian horse, brought directly from Spain. George also had a cat, a grey Maine Coon named Misty, who stayed indoors despite having access to the outdoors. George was on edge these days, however, because his stallion, Fjord, was very unwell and even ill. He was vomiting, struggling to eat grain and grass, and refused to gallop in the open fields. Deep down, he feared it was the end of his horse's life, but he didn't want to be defeatist about something beyond his control. George had called in a veterinarian he'd known before, but not in a good way. Apparently, this one had decided not to be friendly with him, but much kinder to his horse and cat. It was a day like any other, a Thursday in fact. The 37-year-old was watching his horse walk from his second-floor bedroom window. His brows were slightly furrowed with worry, and his hands were in the pockets of his Barbour jacket, which covered a handsome brown braided sweater—a typically English outfit. The vet was due to arrive any minute, George was even thinking of going downstairs to open the door for him early but knowing him already he will pass by him without saying anything or with a hello that betrays bitterness.

[softcorememories]

𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘦 𝘎𝘰. Part. 2

pairing : Tangerine x fem!reader

Warnings : mentions of blood, violence, alcohol, excessive amount of swear words and sexual words. + SMUT.

NB : This is my work. I will not accept plagiarism.

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𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 ...

 It was only 9 a.m, the eyes of Lemon were feeling so heavy with the light sleep he had that he almost jumped of surprise by seeing Tangerine frantically tapping out of nervousness on the table before him.

- Jesus fucking Christ what are you... ? Nevermind. I will do my breakfast. said the other twin while looking at his brother weirdly and grabbing a cereal pack then pouring some milk in a bowl before putting the cereals in.

 The man didn’t stop thinking about his female opponent who is also or was almost his ex because technically in Lima they weren’t a thing. Not totally. They never admitted their feelings to each others but the two days that past since their latter encounter made Tangerine questions his life more than twice, fuming out of frustration while looking at the void.

This woman was so pervasive, so intoxicating, now that he had seen her face precisely, he realised how much the image of her figure in this dress with its bare back remains plasticising and well imprinted in his thoughts. Intrusive thoughts but pleasant thoughts. It was indeed the first time that a woman remained implanted with such a force, an almost magnetic force, in his rotten brain but frustration took over while because of it. All of his work so far was going to be ruined because now the suitcase will surely be very far away from them and perhaps in another state or another country. Impulsiveness is the adjective that suited him best but in this situation, the man with brown hair was on his knees in front of so much ingenuity. His brother approached him, eating like a little boy his cereals thinking it is the coolest thing ever in the morning.

- Ya know that she will not come to you until you make some effort, she is a Gordon or even a Diesel. You can’t compete, I knew since the start that you had a thing for her in Lima !

- NO I DID NOT ! Tangerine yelled as if he was very offended by the remark his twin just made about him.

- You so were brother. Literally. His amused cough was the subject of their next long bickering until a ring out from nowhere made its entrance. They both shared a taken aback look stopping arguing as if they were at kinder garden, Tangerine took his phone arching an eyebrow as he put the phone on speaker.

- Who the fuck is it ?

- Missed me ? Tangerine. A feminine voice echoed through the phone, the owner was actually smiling knowing very well she was managing the situation perfectly well as her partner is facing her with a grin on the face, making her continue the call as they were standing in front of the hotel the twins are in.

Frankly, he had no idea what to do knowing very well what was going to happen but his eyes became a little more upset wondering why the object of his thoughts only calls today instead of the day before or even after this tumultuous evening. His teeth grind a little more as he had to realise that he was going to have to submit to the desires of his interlocutor who looked determined to end him. His big, rusty hand held the phone so hard that his veins almost come out from under his skin.

- What do you want ?

Her almost petty laughter sent the man to his feet as she looked up to pay attention to the grandeur of the building before her. Sometimes she wondered why her job could be so much fun but boring as possible, initially her disagreement was deep before having to call Tangerine, having no trouble finding his phone number. A few phone calls and that’s it.

- aw... don’t be so harsh on me I am SO fragile... I’m joking get yours and Lemon’s ass out of here and go in the Mercedes. Xoxo.

The lady really liked this dangerous game by taking a small, falsely innocent voice at the beginning of her sentence coming back to a lot of seriousness by stating exactly what was going to happen in the aftermath of today’s events. Her long lashes testify to a great elegance, laughing while hanging up on the nose of her opponent leaving him with this little information she had just given him. Her famous pair of black high heels made their way around the car. While holding the end of her long coat, she entered the car with a long sigh as her partner raised his hand to make her a high five.  

- You’re fucking awesome, Fox, I’m awesome, we’re awesome. High Five ?

Fox raised an eyebrow while lowering her glasses in order to look at him from head to the. She was not playing childish knowing that in barely five minutes the betrayal will arrive in this car behind them.

- OK, no high-five. I get it.

Her mouth was a little open while her manicured hand lifted her pair of sunglasses on her nose in an almost arrogant way while her desperate smile said that the action of her teammate made her really laugh.

- 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...

Fox lifted her index finger as if she was waiting for something she had planned and as she had predicted an incessant noise banging against the tinted window of the car continually, giving a proud look to the blond haired man beside her.

- Told you.

The mistress of the mission smiled kindly waiting for the moment that seemed to be long enough, she heard inaudible words outside the car like a kind of argument, Fox concluded that it must still be the two brothers who behave like kids. Since Tangerine’s betrayal, her mind had deliberately chosen to erase certain memories with these two brainless assassins but what she could perfectly remember was their childishness over really insignificant details.

- Whatcha’ doing Tang’ ? Questioned Lemon as they both held their respective car door cuffs.

- I’m not going in first. You go. The assassin was standing holding the door cuff as if he was paralysed but he simply didn’t want to enter first to not give the impression that he was already being submissive to every decisions Fox will make from now on.

- Seriously ? We are playing this ? I’m not going in first too ! Just go. She called YOU not me tho. The voice of the second brother rises a little describing his kind of panic in the face of the situation and how they were both afraid of the female assassin in the car that was surely accompanied by her partner. He pointed a finger at the pornstache owner, mouthing a ‘ Come on ‘ which Tangerine just stared at for a while before giving a kick onto the wheel of the perfect black Mercedes, frustrated that he had to go first. 

- Finally my boys are here. Her eyes were already looking at both of them, reflecting in the rear mirror of the car.

- I’m not your little boy. The tone in the voice of Tangerine was clearly some kind of hatred and frustration but why would he hate her when he is clearly the one who betrayed her over some stupid business ? 

- Whatever, Lemon I have something for you. Her delicate finger searched something in her purse. A second after a sheet of stickers of Thomas the Tank Engine appears in her left hand coming to extend it to him without really looking at him.

- Is it a limited version? I’m super happy to see you, cross my heart and hope to die. Lemon put his hand on his heart while going back on his seat calmly.

- Oh and sorry for Tangerine he can be super annoying and apparently mute. Stated the fruit while arching an eyebrow at his brother who were looking at the window apparently pissed off.

- Don’t worry. I will make him talk myself. Her voice was shortly cut by her partner who turned on his seat with a huge cocky smile on his face.

- I hope you missed me too. Ladybug finally talked after Fox, he had a past with the twins who were obliviously shocked when they saw his not so old face. The blond haired man was wearing his signature grin on his face knowing very well that especially Tangerine will throw a tantrum. His fingers waved at them while the two brothers were starting to shout not agreeing on working with the blond man that almost killed them in a bullet train.

- You’ve got to be kidding me !!! Tangerine almost ‘ screamed-yelled ‘.

His upper body had risen up really fast seeing the familiar face, he wanted to put a fist in this pretty brash grin that Ladybug wore, his desire to make a mashed insect was not at all foreign to his mind. His lips are ajar so the words get stuck in his throat and he couldn’t believe that now Fox was working for him or finally with him. His long fingers run over his moustache, a nervous sign he has adopted since he wore it on his face. Finally, the tall, dark-haired man leaned heavily against his seat, closing his mouth, but whispered an insult before Ladybug started to drive to a place where the twins have no information.

 Fox didn’t really talk to them and chat with his blond-haired partner happily, it was obvious that they had a certain chemistry but nothing will happen between them, that’s for sure. The two assassins do not want to get together or even try something because their bond is purely complicit and platonic. 

To be honest Ladybug is not the kind of guy the young woman likes, she likes men who have a very male side almost macho without it being so. A dominant side but who knows how to treat her like a princess, it was ideal for her. Physically, Tangerine is the type of man she prefers and it’s hard to admit it but seeing him today did something to her because she could not deny her attraction towards him. His medium-long brown hair thrown back and moustache give him that little extra that made her thighs rub against each other. Ladybug’s hand was a little too often on Fox’s lap and thigh during the journey, which had the ability to arouse Tangerine’s curiosity and growing jealousy. The car ride was silent until they got in front of a building or more of a house, all of them got in with Ladybug and Fox explaining which rooms are what then doing their own business until another meeting will be announced.

She could feel Tangerine’s eyes on her figure as she made her way to the small stairs, with a helping hand, her heels free her thin feet now ready to climb up the steps. The sensation of her adversary's eyes is different, a sensation of having gone over to the X-ray, she felt naked under this so persistent look. To test him, provoke him, Fox bent down showing her entire rear to him before taking her pair of heels softly. Her room was big enough for her but her eyes fell on the silk gray sheets, it is perfect. 

The assassin looked over both sides as if he verified if there was anyone in the living room to see what he saw just now. His breath was stuck like a cork in his throat, the curves so well drawn of the sublime young creature call him in distress. He had the impression that he had to do something but the man wants explanations, the provocation towards him is quite unpleasant for him. This pretext seemed right to arrive in front of her room, a quick wrist move and his body was in the room. 

The atmosphere quickly changed, the two protagonists feel the presence of each other perfectly but yet no word comes out before his hoarse voice due to the cigarette takes the lead while he locks the door of the room behind him. Why? His instinct speaks for him.

- Do you fuck ? You and the bug ?

A sexual tension reigns masterfully in the air as the sole of his shoes comes dangerously close to his interlocutor.

- I can see he can’t hold his hand in his pocket. I wouldn’t be surprised if he screw you from time to time.

That snarky comment made the woman laugh in disbelief with her left eyebrow lifted and turn on her heels to face the dangerous man, she couldn’t believe that HE was asking her that tons of questions. Tangerine didn’t have the single right to ask her that intimate question even if it’s false. 

- So what if it would be true ? Why do I have to answer you ? That he fucks me so well that my walls are stretched open every time for him after every fucking single mission ? His hands all over me , cupping my breast ?

The impression of seeing everything red was more than euphemism, the words she use to describe it were too much to bear and to imagine. His mind was boiling hot from just imagining these sexual scenes between him and her, it was obviously not true if his common sense were tickling but right now he just wanted to make her shut up in billion ways possible. It was his fault, the questions are too much. 

Fox would go on and on to support her point that it was none of his business, but she was quickly cut and edged by a pair of warm lips and lacking attention on her own. All she had time to hear from her partner was his inaudible displeasure. Tangerine could no longer control himself while his beastly side took over his sanity while with his strength, in a fraction of a second, pushed her against the wall only a meter further. The assassin’s baby blue eyes crossed the lust that shines in those of his partner, just the fact that she was ready to get fucked by him made him feel a little harder every second.

- What the hell are you doing to me ? Fuck, Love...

One of his hands just wondered on her body in a incredibly slow motion discovering every inch of it, his pupils grow darker and darker until it looks like a thunderstorm is creating in his gaze, his hungry gaze. He wanted it for so long but he never had the chance to since after his betrayal, Fox disappeared from the radars. Breathing was becoming only harder when he noticed the delicate manicured index of the woman sliding from the top of his belt to his abs then stopping a few seconds until she met his torso skin, grabbing fiercely his golden necklace making their proximity only closer. Some electricity filled the air as the tension between them broke free, Fox locked her eyes with his before ghosting her lips against his making Tangerine going bonkers.

- Shut up.

His hot breath against her face had the incredible gift to send her shivers down her spine. Tangerine smirked as his fingers were climbing up her right leg still looking into her eyes, their chemistry was now one.

- Yes ma’am.

All of his senses were lost in a world he didn’t know the existence, the luxury of touching her skin was blissful as she grind her leg up his right hip to give him more access to her femininity. Breaking their shared look, he dived his face in the crook of her neck making her whimper from desire, letting the young woman be needier as his sloppy kisses against her skin were working more and more on her mind. His moustache created goosebumps on her pale skin making him smirked against it, his touch was devilish as he pushed his fingers into the skin of her thigh putting his left hand onto the wall to have support while giving her some pleasure.

His kisses were trailing down her collarbone without any hesitation, leaving his big red marks everywhere as long as he can prove to that old man Fox had always been his girl. 

Her breath hitch watching Tangerine going down on his knees putting her leg on his shoulder and lifting her dress with his two experimented hands, she played with some locks of his dark slutty hair. Sanity gone, the fellow assassin was facing the wetness soaking the panties of his partner, the bridge of his nose almost touching it.

- So wet for me darling already. 

Fox wanted him more than anything but he talk too much for her liking so she pulled his hair nearer her private area making him slurred, feeling the tightness in his pant and the urge to fuck her on the bed next to them. 

- Fuck. He growl glancing at her bare cunt, his moustache tickling the sensitive pink button, taking a big swig of her juice from the bottom to the top making her moan his name. God, he adored it. The woman of his dreams screaming, moaning, begging him to do more.

Only the pleading whimpers and moans of Fox echoes in the room along with the obscene noises of Tangerine’s tongue. He was sucking her from top to bottom as if it would be the last time they would share a fleshly moment while holding her thighs in his tempting hands as his partner rubbed against his sinful lips as it became more and more brilliant making the grown man groan against her intimacy.

An urgent need to connect fully to her is spreading in the body of the tall brown, he wanted to possess her until the whole city of New York hears the pleasure she took in getting fucked by a fruit. 

Actions were quick when he left her unsatisfied by putting her leg on the ground to just make her jump, putting her legs around his waist. The young woman took the face of what appears to be the man of her life to crush her lips against his playing with the hair at the base of his neck allowing the assassin to penetrate her mouth with the tongue. Both play a game of domination in this kiss as Tangerine threw her on the bed coming to join her quickly by positioning himself above her.

- I want you Tangerine, I always wanted you to fill me.

Fox’s voice was weak, her legs slightly shaking of anticipation, to be honest she heard some rumours about his experience in bed but she never saw THE infamous shaft. 

- And you are going to take it just as the good girl you are , uh ?

Spreading her as a frog, Tangerine unbuckled his belt throwing it somewhere in the room annoyed because it took more seconds than he thought. When his gaze came back on the magnificent creature, she was entirely naked, just for him. Revealing her most simple apparel. In no time at all, the slightly older man undone his shirt and then got rid of it by positioning himself between the thighs of his opposite. The beggars' eyes made him feel especially when he sensed that she was looking at him and his Greek god body. 

He took himself in his right hand stroking it a little before getting himself in front her entrance, without warning her, he slammed into her moaning when he felt how her soft walls fit around his length. She tilted her head into the pillow as his moves were getting a beast-like pace as if they were porn stars, arching her back.

- Are you my good girl Fox? Say it. I want to hear you say it. You’re mine and only mine, okay? No one can fuck you like I do.

- O-yes! Aaah! Tangerine!

The amplitude of the sounds of the young woman’s moans, cries, and prayers grew in greatness as Tangerine’s large hand held tightly to the sheets, it seemed as if he was going to tear them off as his knuckles became white. On the other hand, he was trying different angle until distortion formed on her face, a good sign of pleasure while his thumb was rubbing hastily her clit.

Their climax were increasing each seconds they were in sync , her breast bouncing according to his hips thrusts throwing all of his manhood into it. Tangerine, in contrary to his code name, has the stamina of a broad horse. His mind was totally ejected from reality as his dick pounded into her as f he was going to put a baby into her body. 

In a desperate manner, his head fell into her neck trying to breath normally but it was hard as hell, trying to hold on but he felt the nails of Fox scratching his back making him moan with an hoarse voice into her ear making her shiver.

Both were waiting for this for 3 long years, out of nowhere Fox flipped Tangerine in her position to ride him endlessly making him confused at first but suddenly groan of pleasure feeling the tip of his dick knocking out the infamous sweet spot. Deeper, harder, faster, slower his girl was alternating each pace to make him squirm in his spot. It worked, his grip on her hips was firm as she was also holding his gold necklace giving the man every reason to make her his.

His eyes were facing the bouncing boobs of the young woman, his hunger for lust was inevitable and unstoppable. He wanted to be hers, it was unexpected from him to feel that way because usually he would just make a snarky or cold comment about love relationships. Fox made him sit by pulling him by his necklace meeting her mesmerised eyes they sensed each others feelings just by staring during this moment.

 For a second, he was going all soft for her leaning into her touch when she put her hand on his cheek and kissing him. Tangerine missed her. 

He didn’t want to admit it yet, but deep down his core, he does.

Long minutes after touching, feeling each other’s skin, penetrating and loving. They came both at the same time, then falling onto the mattress after Tangerine got out of her. His dark curly hair were a total mess, one strand fell on his forehead and drops of sweat slowly making their way to his eardrums. 

Fox didn’t know what to think about what just happened, they were both very angry, but this fleshly moment apparently released all this tension as if the words did not need to be said. Her back facing him, she felt two strong arms puling her to his chest feeling his breath on her neck then his pornstache gently ghosting her skin. 

- Are you going all soft Tangerine ?

Her wonderful lips formed a smile snuggling against him as he put his chin on her shoulder. Clearly teasing him.

- Not at all, it’s ... it’s called ...

Lost for words because what she said it’s true, the tall brunette just tried to make a joke but didn’t find any so he sighted in defeat making her giggle, god he loved this sound. 

- I fucking care for ya, yeah ... Happy ?

The assassin couldn’t hold back his soft grin, it managed to make his heart pound a little faster. Thousand kisses on her shoulder, she decided to face him her breast sticking to his rising chest. Who thought they would be cuddling like actual lovers ? 

- Happy.

His strong left arm came surrounding her so little body next to him, the man is clearly overprotective but he didn’t want her to runaway again. His lips crashed on hers, he felt relaxed.

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𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘦 𝘎𝘰. Part. 1

pairing : Tangerine x fem!reader 

Warnings : mentions of blood, violence, guns, huge amount of swear words and sexual words. 

NB : This is my work. I will not accept plagiarism.

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𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺, 10 p.m.

The streets were crowded with people coming and going from buildings, restaurants and more nightclubs. Cars almost blind everyone’s vision, but after all, aren’t we all blind ? 

Somewhere beneath these giant screens, these lying TV commercials, these cartoons for children or even under the kind doctors who care for you, there are criminals hiding behind the most disconcerting bloodlust. Bounty hunters, mercenaries, more or less crooked spies, then individuals who work alone or in small teams. All are dangerous at their own level, but like any hierarchy, you have to make a name for yourself and be effective, be the most discreet, the smartest and the fiercest. The level of spilled blood is very important as well as the hunting list of each one, this is especially what the employer will inspect before hiring any murderer. Except if the murderer is part of a gang with a godfather, in this case it is he who will decide where to put his men including women. These guys do the dirty work for those who are too scared to do it and still few criminals do what some other comrades can do. Each has its own methods, from gory to refined. 

The Twins are among the most gory individuals if they have money to earn, no matter the situation, they jump at the opportunity to bury themselves under the wealth. 

The first one is called Lemon, medium height, very intelligent compared to his twin who is much more impulsive. What differentiates Lemon from his brother is his passion for Thomas the Tank Engine and his skin color. He is the brain of all plans. 

The biggest is called Tangerine, impulsive, nervous and angry that’s what composes him and that’s why we call this guy for help when someone has to cut up a body, or anything that refers to murder. His hair is dark brown but curly and thrown back so that in his hectic actions, no discomfort is caused. His most distinct physical attraction would be his well-stocked pornstache just above the cupid arch of his envious and sinful lips. His style remains more distinguished, torrid, his blue jacket perfectly embraces the prominent pectorals of this man with the blood of thousands of people on his hands, You only have to look up to notice his small gold chain around his neck and enhanced by the opening offered by his shirt half open.

His rusty hands are clutched around the leather steering wheel of the black car that Lemon found a few weeks ago. The anger grew more and more as they were in pursuit of an important suitcase that had been entrusted to them and they were well told not to lose it, under no pretexts. Shit happens sometimes but just the idea of losing five million dollars, Tangerine remained on the idea of pursuing the unknown person who took one of the objects of his mission. If he doesn’t have it for three days, he and his brother’s head will be on the market. The lights are flashing around the car as the speed of the vehicle is unexpected, it zigzags between the different cars without respecting the rules of the road, even passing on a sidewalk having almost hitting a couple that was walking. Lemon’s eyes almost come out of their orbs noticing that they almost crushed poor innocents.

- Hey! Are you insane or somethin’ ? Imagine they were going on a date or joining their family ? And then it’s not even the right direction ! 

His voice rose a little more while the tall brown shook his head being sure of his plan. His eyebrows frowned upon noticing that the car was no longer in the street in which he was supposed to pursue it. Well-dressed women as well as men with more or less refined cotumes blocked all the way, Tangerine strucks the steering wheel with his two fists violently.

- Fuck ! Fuck ! Damn it Lemon !

The man with the pornstache was furious that the mission was not working as he had planned, but only as he lowered his head in order to disgorge his anger. From the corner of his eye, he notices heels at the feet of an elegant woman who was carrying the infamous suitcase. What is it doing in the hand of this myschevious woman ? His blood made only one turn before coming out of the car suddenly, his legs precede him in order to go in pursuit of the feminine silhouette urgely. Lemon got out of the car shaking his short arms in order to yell at Tangerine who was gone like a fury.

- Seriously? Wait for me, Tangerine !

Tangerine was stopped by the security guard who blocked him with his hand on his chest. 

Fox finally looked at the man who had been chasing her for hours in the car, and had warned the security guard that he wanted to hurt her, which was not entirely false. Making Tangerine burst into fury and standing at the entrance with his brother trying to calm him down.

- This bitch, I swear I’m going to kill her and make her regret everything.

Lemon patted his twin on the shoulder as a warning.

- oh oh oh , she is a woman. Be respectful.

- Yea’ well she is running away so ... are you going to help me go in or what ? said Tangerine while looking at these heels walking away from him.

The young woman was only doing her job even though she knew who she was dealing with, her gaze is fixed on the path ahead of her trying to appear as least suspicious as possible. A small smile amused on her lips finely dressed by a lipstick that reveals what kind of woman she was, a femme fatale with an ounce of furious madness deep inside herself. She was very happy with what she had just played as a trick to the two twins especially the handsome tall brown, the most arrogant of the two she thought. Her mysterious look bears witness to many things, as well as techniques and that's why her referent had given her the code name which is "Fox", clever and Farrouche but discreet.

The sounds of her heels blend with the beating music as well as the sick cries of the nightclub guests, everyone danced tightly and tightly, the perspiration and the smell of alcohol made a rather unpleasant smell on the nose of our dear protagonist. She did not like making transactions in a nightclub, because it was unpleasant at the most with the men who insisted on giving them a dance or a drink at the bar. Fox clicked her heels up the stairs surrounding some waitresses giving the drinks to their clients before making her way to her teammate, she worked with him for quite a long time for dure, around 3 years from now on. Their work is always on point even if sometimes it didn’t work as planned but we all fail at some points of our life so why not him and her ? 

As soon as she placed the suitcase on the glass table in front her teammate, he started to laugh loudly while siping his glass of whiskey like nobody can stop them.

- I never doubted your skills, Fox. You rather look ravishing tonight.

A lazy smile formed on her lips as she just nod in contentment while grabbing a glass he offered her with a cocky smile.

- Thanks you , you don’t look bad yourself. But next time, try to not wear your glasses. You are too recognisable. she said while crossing her legs and scanning the room to search for the twins.

During the little conversation the two had about the mission, Tangerine and Lemon have succeded to enter the bar by forcing the entrance. Tangerine made his way through all the people taking a glance on the few asses that walked by him. Okay , he is on a mission but as long as he is doing his job can he not have some funny time ? The music blasts the walls and his eardrums, waking him up from his thoughts. Now that he was fully aware of the situation, his feet made their way toward any indications of the mysterious woman. Eyes darting like an hunter chasing his prey. His baby blue eyes crossed those transcendent of the woman he was looking for while murmuring in his beard some insults. His body stopped on its own when he saw that the woman with the long hair was approaching him with this so feline walk. It was too difficult to detach himself from it but still he could not distinguish her face precisely. 

Her hips swayed vigourously as she said to her teammate to runaway while she is distracting the man some meters away from her. At this exact moment, when she was only one meter away from him, her bare back shown by her blissful red dress was facing the assassin. His instinct made him come to her and sticking his body to hers, his hot breath on her neck while she was clearly handling the situation into her grasp. The problem is that he cannot try to fight her or make a tantrum there, too much crowd it would be unnecessary to do some side kills, his brother reminded that to him few minutes ago. 

- Where is the suitcase ?

His voice was rough but yet not that loud as he whispered into her sensitive ear as they were sticking to each other still not facing. Fox was made for this moment, her ass cheeks create some friction between her body and the fabric of the trousers he was wearing which made the man crazy as he was trying to keep calm. 

- The suitcase is safe and so far away from you, dear.

Tangerine grabbed her hips with his big calloused hands making her cut her breath as a mad smile was plastered on her perfect lips. Their bodies move on the music, Staying Alive was explosing in the room as if it was meant to be the music for the situation they were in. His cologne was invading her nostrils as she was perfectly playing her role knowing it by feeling the bulge forming into the pant of her opponent. His hands were implanted on the red fabric covering her skin as he made his lips nearer to her ear.

- I think I didn’t make myself enough clear here, doll... You tell me where is the suitcase ... then ...

The assassin made her swing by keeping their closeness and giving back the cockiness she was giving to him. Her perfume was very distracting as he tried to remain composed while his left hand was going onto her neck. Slowly squeezing it, his thumb gently caressing the delicate area on her throat.

- ... we will be all happy and never seeing each other again. 

- No. Her tone was firm, not even afraid of his gesture on her neck, it was rather annoyingly sexy.

- No ? 

His hand was squeezing a little more her throat while she was doing some breathing shit knowing very well what she was actually doing. Her manucured fingers went on the sides of the man, giving it smooth caresses as if it was ephemeral.

- What makes you think I can’t kill you, doll ?

The tone of his voice is so smooth that it was similar to an erotic voice in some porns. But, again, Fox beat her opponent at his own game turning around to finally face him. He didn’t change a bit, apart that his pornstache is well-stocked giving him some dominant vibe. Which he is. She didn’t see him for a surpassingly lengthy time, the last time was in Lima when Tangerine left her for dead with a dangerous drug dealer after doing some shitty business. Never she thought about seeing him again, her gaze was fully into is making her way into his soul.

- ‘Cause you can’t, Tangerine. And you will stay there and never following me again. Understood ? 

Red lips was all he remembered from the moment his two blue orbs noticed who she actually was. He remembered Lima, 3 years ago. Not even surprised he could find her facing him, he was one of the best assassin with Lemon that any independants could find. All of their past together flashed before his eyes as his ex partner make her way out with a godly devout manner.

Was it true ? Was she really here ? Lemon suddenly appeared next to him trying to follow what he was staring at, seeing clearly nothing. It was rarely usual to see his brother in a trance like that so his hand shook him a bit.

- Nothing downstairs ... What were you looking at ? Did you find her ?

His gaze was still in its trance trying to remain on earth but it was too hard to realised what happened just now. So, Tangerine stated what he couldn’t believe himself.

- It’s her.

- o...kay man ? Who ? I don’t want to disturb you but there is something going on in your pants. Articulated Lemon as the music is so loud, gesturing to the big bulge that his twin was bearing.

His gaze dimly looked down on his most precious part of his body, Tangerine was swallowing and arching an eyebrow while passing a nervous hand through his dark curly hair almost pulling it off himself. 

- Get in the fucking car Lemon.

The smaller in terms of height took some steps back while giving his brother a confused look, well he was genuinely trying to understand the situation but at the time he was supposed to know Fox they weren’t as close as she was with Tangerine. Lemon had a good relationship with her for sure, they were even drinking buddies during missions but his twin and her were something more, he noticed it by the way they were obviously flirting and touching themselves “ innocently “ as both tend to say. It was 3 years ago so his memory is quite blurred about her. Tangerine walked at a hurry pace out of the nightclub following his brother few seconds later then adjusting himself with his hand.

- Well that is awkward ...

Hoping that his boner will be gone in a few, his entire self got in the car then closing his eyes with the back of his head on his seat as if he was trying to not blow up out of anger. Patience was lost on the side of Lemon who turned to the side to face him like he was waiting for something with arched eyebrow.

- So are you gonna tell me what’s going on and who is “ her “ ? He questionned using quoting marks.

- Well “ her “ is fucking “ Fox “ . And we are in so deep shit that we will not see the end of it because you know what ? She will shove bullets in our fucking assholes so far that our holes will be an endless galaxy.

Tangerine aggressively did quoting marks then to back up his remarks, he pointed to the hollow of his right hand with his left index finger just as assertively. He was right, Fox is not a woman to play with and to betray so easily. Now he was facing the consequences of being so reckless and his brother seems to be as concerned and panicked as him while looking in defeat in the void.

- Man. Ya know that she is literally , like , a man eater ? Thomas The Tank Engine wouldn’t risk any harmful situation with that woman. Especially now that she is opposing us in this mission.

- Oh yeah ?? As if I didn’t know that ! Tangerine lost it as he starts the car in a mechanical way with the goal in mind to go to their hotel but it was his twin who had reserved the room. So after several meters, he stops by pinching his lips between them. Lemon gave him a knowing look then getting his phone out of his right pocket to look at the online reservation.

- That’s what i thought.

- What’s the adress again ? Tangerine asked him passing the palm of his hand on his face to wake himself up a bit. The two brothers drove off to their hotel room to relax and finally have some sleep.

Fox was sliding in her bubble bath, a delicious strawberry scent occupies the bathroom as she was laughing at the situation she put herself. She knew that accepting this plan from her teammate was insane knowing her past with Tangerine, he knew a lot about it but that was also the purpose of the plan. Getting the twins out of this to get the job done. Their referent chose her to back him up as the man didn’t have a lot of chance and always fucked up when he’s alone. A cigarette was hanging at her lips, blowing out the smoke in the air and looking at the ceiling. This feeling was short before thinking about who she was facing again. Tangerine made his way to the big glassed window having a magnificient view of New York City in front of his eyes, a cigarette also between his two fingers and his free hand into the left pocket of his straight trousers.

- Fuck. They both said at the same time not aware of what is going to happen next. 

What would you do when you meet an old partner again ? Face the consequences.

[softcorememories]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

HI everybody , This blog will be about the characters I will write fanfictions and smuts on ! 

NB :  ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ɪ'ᴍ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ.

𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 : 

Bradley ‘ Rooster ‘ Bradshaw

Jake ‘ Hangman ‘ Seresin

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 :

Draco Malfoy

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Dmitri ‘ Enzo ‘ Antonov

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 :

Tommy Shelby

𝐌𝐂𝐔 :

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Stephen Strange / Dr.Strange

James Buchanan Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Steven Grant, Marc Spector / Moonknight

Pietro Maximoff

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 :

Anthony Bridgerton

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 :

Geralt of Rivia

𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 :

Nicholas Scratch

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 / 𝐓𝐕𝐃 :

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 :

Scott Mccall

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 :

Negan

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 :

Poe Dameron

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 :

Jon Snow 

Robb Stark

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 :

Dean Winchester 

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 :

John B

Rafe Cameron

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐧 : 

Lloyd Hansen 

Court Gentry / Sierra Six

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 : 

Tangerine

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐔  :

Chris Evans 

Benedict Cumberbatch

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Miles Teller 

Oscar Isaac

Ryan Gosling

Joseph Quinn

Joe Keery

Johnny Depp

Henry Cavill

Jonathan Bailey (boys only as I want to respect his sexuality)

Cillian Murphy

Sebastian Stan

etc ...