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random-french-girl · 2 years

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I wasn’t super into Shelby and Toni in s2 (at the risk of losing my Lesbian Membership Card, I have to confess that I fast-fowarded through some of their scenes when I first watched the season) HOWEVER one thing that interests me, especially with more distance, is to think of their s2 storyline as an escapist fantasy that ultimately proves itself unsustainable.

There is such a weird discrepancy between their scenes and the rest of the girls, at first. We get all these lovely, romantic, intimate moments of them making out in the woods with beautiful lighting, of them being happy and in love and cutesy - as if they’re just on an island vacation, as if Nora didn’t disappear, as if Rachel wasn’t drowning in grief and dealing with the loss of a hand, as if Leah wasn’t going nuts and overdosing on pills... On a first watch, I found it jarring. And I think I was supposed to - they make a point to have the characters comment on it in their very first scene. "It doesn’t feel right,” Shelby says. Her actual first words on the island timeline.

So they start the season kind of lost in each other, hiding from the world in their love bubble, and then slowly but surely they are forced to confront the reality of their situation. Three things happen that crack this bubble little by little: the branch falling, the boat, Martha.

Shelby reacts so strongly to the branch incident that could have killed Toni - it’s like a wake-up call, a stark reminder that this place is dangerous. That they could die. But she gets over it, and when she sees the boat, Shelby is so attached to her home on the island, to this fantasy she’s trying so hard to preserve, that she freezes. The exterior world makes an appearance, and Shelby refuses to let it in. And Toni reacts well to her confession, but part of me can’t help thinking that she’s a little shaken by the revelation (Toni’s face, as she hugs Shelby, is... troubled). Still, she doesn’t let herself really face the scope of what’s happening, the severity of their circumstances, what this boat could have meant - until, of course, Martha gets hurt, and everything comes crashing down for Toni. The bubble explodes. This perfect, magical, naively wishful relationship suddenly becomes impossible - it cannot continue as it has, reality has caught up with them both.

It’s about growing up, right. The island as the coming of age metaphor means they can’t stay forever. Time for the Lost Boys to leave Neverland. So it ends in a breakup - which, hot take, is the best thing that could have happened to them. Now they can focus on building a relationship that is actually grounded in reality, and stronger because of that - something that can last even after they return to the world, because it won’t have been forged in denial of it.

#i have thoughts about how this all relates to martha as well - the escapist fantasy and growing up and hunting and this weird tension #with toni and shelby #the trio shelby toni martha is so fascinating #but that's for another post #the wilds #shoni #random meta #toni x shelby

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mx-pastelwriting · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu.

Minors do not interact!

1 ☆ 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨

2 ☆ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙖𝙘𝙚: 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙡 𝘿𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣

3 ☆ 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙭: 𝘽𝙤 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙧

4 ☆ 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣

5 ☆ 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠

6 ☆ 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚: 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

7 ☆ 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙆𝙧𝙖𝙮

8 ☆ 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

9 ☆ 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙩

10 ☆ 𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚

11 ☆ 𝘽𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙: 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝

12 ☆ 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖

13 ☆ 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚: 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬𝙨

14 ☆ 𝘾𝙖𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

15 ☆ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠

16 ☆ 𝙎𝙚𝙭 𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙚 & 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2: 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧

17 ☆ 𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙨 𝙇𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣

18 ☆ 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠: 𝘿𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙑𝙖𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

19 ☆ 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮: 𝘼𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨

20 ☆ 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮

21 ☆ 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙙: 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩

22 ☆ 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙡

23 ☆ 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧: 𝘾𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙖/𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙀𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙄𝙑

24 ☆ 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚: 𝙔𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪 𝙐𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖

25 ☆ 𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 & 𝘼𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨

26 ☆ 𝙂𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙁𝙖𝙩 𝙂𝙪𝙢/𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪

27 ☆ 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙊𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢: 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙚 𝙆𝙧𝙖𝙮

28 ☆ 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧: 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙜𝙨

29 ☆ 𝙒𝙖𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮: 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧

30 ☆ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙉𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝

31 ☆ 𝙑𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙧: 𝙅𝙞𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧

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12welveinched · 4 months

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A HIT DOG WILL HOLLA. If my comment offended you, then YOU ARE THE PROBLEM. You support women until one disagrees with you. What's up with that? Also, I find it interesting how I was told to stop reading fanfic because "I can't handle it." I don't know one mentally secure person who wants to read about THEMSELVES being raped, abused, touched by a family member (blood or not), and constantly being degrated. Some stories depict the reader being MURDERED. I don't understand how any of those things are a "kink."

You're against rape and abuse, but you like the idea of it happening to you. It's weird how people don't see how condescending it is to be against these acts but find it to be sexy.

Just admit that my take on your self-esteem is what really got you mad. You're mentally ill, that's why you don't understand.

The positive of the replies is that everyone agreed that pedophilia is disgusting.

#sukuna x reader #eddie munson x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #arthur morgan x reader #levi ackerman x reader #billy hargrove x reader #tony stark x reader #leon kennedy x reader #john marston x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #tommy shelby x reader #f!reader #steve harrington x reader #negan smith x reader

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laezelofkliir · 11 months

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PRIDE CELEBRATION 2023: FAVORITE COUPLES

SHELBY & TONI ♡ THE WILDS (2020-2022)

#shoni #the wilds #thewildsedit #wlwedit #wlwsource #wlwgif #dailytvwomen #cinematv #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #*#i miss them so much #we were robbed

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nerdside · 2 years

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Shelby and Toni + 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔

#the wilds #the wilds spoilers #the wilds edit #shoni #shoni edit #goodfoe #goodfoe edit #toni x shelby #shelby x toni #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #mia healey #erana james #leatin #mine #my edit #wlw edit #requested

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forbescaroline · 8 days

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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 54. toni shalifoe and shelby goodkind - the wilds

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marksbear · 11 months

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MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS

It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!

The fact is I had more tags to share 😭

-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.

-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.

^^Ofmd

-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.

^^Top gun!

-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.

^^Marvel

-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.

^^DC

-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.

^^Marvel

-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.

^^DC

-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.

^^Marvel

-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.

^^Rob Zombie movie 31

-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.

^^Actor

-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.

^^Marvel

-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.

^^The Boys

-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.

^^YOU

-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.

^^Bridgeton

-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.

^^Bridgeton

-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.

^^Author/ Me

-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.

^^RD2

-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.

^^Sally Face

-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.

^^Ted Lasso

-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.

^^SPN

-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.

^^Author/Me

-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.

^^Slashers

-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.

^^Slashers

-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.

^^Ted Lasso

-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.

^^DC

-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.

^^Peaky blinders

-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.

^^Marvel

-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.

^^Marvel

-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.

^^Marvel

-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.

^^9-1-1

-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.

^^Marvel

-Dying your hair with mark.

^^Author/Me

-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.

^^Author/Me

-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.

^^Bones and All

-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.

^^Call me by your name

-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.

^^Greys anatomy

-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.

^^Euphoria

-Being a father figure to Rue.

^^Euphoria

-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.

^^Euphoria

-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.

^^Stranger things

THE END

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jakeperalta · 11 months

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@pscentral event 16: pride colours

"I never won't love her. never." shelby goodkind and toni shalifoe + the lesbian flag

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gay-art-vibes · 29 days

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Just some gays floating in the sea after a faked plane crash.

#the wilds #leatin #Shoni #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #leah rilke #fatin jadmani

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heda-heather · 2 years

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My favorite thing about the wilds is almost every girl has had a scene where they totally lose it and all the other girls just watch them, no interruptions, and they are like “okay,” help them through it, and then they move on without judgment/no making it weird

#the wilds #the wilds s2 #the wilds on prime #the wilds season 2 #toni shalifoe #Shelby goodkind #dot Campbell #leah rilke #martha blackburn #fatin jadmani #the unsinkable eight

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signedupforthis · 2 years

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You’re gonna lose your girlfriend to this kitschy party shit. I mean, can you get her off like this? Yeah, honestly I’m not sure this is a real heat-check for me.

#the wilds #the wilds spoilers #thewildsedit #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #shoni #shoniedit #dailylgbtq #wlwsource #cinematv #cinemapix #userbbelcher #the wilds season 2 #my gifs #fatin jadmani

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red-write-hand · 5 months

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Worship Him

pairing -> thomas shelby x f!oc (tony bentini)

warning -> mutual masterbation, mutual pining, smut that slowly morphs into fluff, mutual love/hate, dom/sub themes??, dirty talk, wet dreams

word count -> 4,530 (only took me two months-)

notes -> omg why did this take me two months?? also did NOT mean for the ending to be fluffy, the original ending was really weird and would have taken me much MUCH to actual write so enjoy fluff tommy

reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated! this writer *points to the writer, curled up in a pile of blankets while watching the 2013 Gatsby* is a lil tired, be nice to them :]

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This shouldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t have these feelings. She shouldn’t be spending nights, still awake in her spacious plush bed, thinking about him. None of this should be happening. She should not be thinking of him when her fingers were trying to satiate her ever growing need for him. She was sitting at her desk but she couldn’t get work done. She was lying in bed but not sleeping. She was at Bentini charity galas but no one ever could keep her attention.

Her lip was bruised and tender from her teeth sinking into them while her fingers tried to emulate the euphoria she so desperately needed. She was ashamed of herself. She was embarrassed by what she had to do. How she had to take care of herself. She didn’t want to be thinking about his pale blue eyes that seemed to know every one of her little secrets. She didn’t want to be thinking about his jaw and the way he would fix it in one place if he got antagonized. She didn’t want to be fantasizing about the way he gently played with his cigarettes. The way that he would care for the cigarette. It took all of her willpower to not swipe it out of his pale lips and take a drag herself. She wished she could study him, just keep him in one position to examine every inch of his gorgeous body. Or at least, what she thought was a gorgeous body. She really couldn’t tell half the time, he wore so many layers. She clutched at the sheets thinking about lovingly tugging off his layers, one by one. Ever so lovingly, ever so teasingly. She wanted to worship him, she wanted him to worship her. Her indecisiveness was killing her slowly from the inside out.

She felt her head loll back onto the soft pillow while she felt her slender digits go deeper. She thought about his arms, the way he would roll up his sleeves when he needed to work. She thought about that stare that he gave her, the one that made her want to apologize for something she hadn’t even done. Not even apologize, more like drop to her knees and confess her sins. She knew her thoughts were running away but then again, she could feel that pool of heat in her stomach when she thought about that. Worshiping him. Praising him. She imagined how he would hold her face and tell her how well she was loving him. She imagined that her fingers, now starting to pump faster and faster, were his fingers. She imagined that his voice was telling how pretty she looked with her flushed face and legs obediently open. Just for him. Only for him. She felt herself come closer to that glorious feeling she needed, that release she knew she would get by thinking about him, that final thought that would send her over the edge to the warm nothingness of ecstasy. She gingerly added another finger, seeing if she could get there faster. She was imagining him chiding her. She could hear his voice in her head.

“Where did all that attitude go, eh? So you want to be a good girl now that you know that there will be consequences? Let’s see how long you can last, princess.” She arched her back slightly to feel her fingers go even deeper. She needed him so badly. She felt a string of sweet noises fall from her plump lips. She wished he was here, with a hand on her hip, holding her in place while she thrashed against his fingers. She could only imagine him relentlessly going deeper and deeper, drawing the exact noises that he would expect from all those women who came to the Garrison and chatted up his brothers. Those women who wore tight dresses with low cut bodices. Those women that always had a smile on their face even when being hit on by drunk Peaky Blinders.

She was definitely not one of those women. She was a dark queen who ran an empire. A empress who had people’s lives in the palm of her hand. She would not be the type of woman to be in her bed thinking about a man that she publicly hated. She would not be the type to fall to her knees and worship him like the god that he thought he was. She would never— then again— the way he walked into the room, practically demanding authority. She would only ever keep this to herself but she would give anything to be the woman who he pulled into his lap and played with for hours upon hours until he saw fit to let her rest. She would give anything to just be in his lap, with him deep enough in her that she could feel it if she shifted ever so slightly, keeping him sane while he sold his mind off to the world. What she wouldn’t give to be the one that he held in his arms in the earliest hour of the morning until he would have to leave her again.

She wished she was his, that he was hers. She felt the pool of heat grow even more in the pit of her stomach. She wanted him, she needed him. She needed everything that he was. His figure, his mind, his soul. She hated him. She hated everything that he was but she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms. She hated his cornflower blue eyes that picked apart her soul, piece by piece. She hated how gently he treated his cigarettes, she wanted him to gently graze his fingers down her body. She wanted him to rip her apart and kiss her back together. She wanted to be his plaything, his doll, his pretty wife who stayed home and cooked. She wanted to be equal, for him to praise her, to hold his face and make him beg for her. She was so close, so incredibly close, she wished he was truly there. That he would use his condescendingly sweet tone he used on her when they had fought over a contract. That tone that drove her up the wall and made her inner thighs wet. That tone that slapped you in the face and kissed your bruise away. She imagined being this close to the edge of the cliff and hearing his biting tone.

“Aww, is my pretty slut close to her release, eh? Maybe I should pull my fingers out and make you suck on them until they’re completely clean?” She needed him so badly. She needed that idea of him. She let out a sharp breath as her fingers were pulled out. Her eyes fluttered shut as she fantasized about him holding her jaw and hovering his fingers in front of her lips. She parted her lips slightly and her fingers entered her mouth. She imagined that her fingers were his. She swirled her tongue around her three fingers, trying to clean all of her slick off of them. She envisioned that he was stroking her hair with his free hand, with a knee between her thighs, with her hips trying to buck against him. She could imagine him holding her down as he thrust his fingers farther into her throat. She pushed her fingers like she imagined he would, with the same rhythm he would.

Once she was done, she knew she would feel ashamed. Not right now. Feeling embarrassed or ashamed was for later. That was for a later Tony with a more sound mind. She would pour over her feelings for him like a binding contract that didn’t make sense. She dreamed that he would drive into her hard if she kept squirming. If he was really here, thrusting hard into her, she would have a constant stream of noises coming out of her, only ceasing when a searing kiss came to her lips. She could only imagine a smirk playing at his lips while he played with her, bringing her to the edge over and over until she was dumb with pleasure and drunk on his love.

She imagined that while she rode out her ecstasy, he would tell her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. She came back to reality just for a second to feel her fingers thrust faster and faster inside her. She knew it was slightly disgusting, she had gone into her own mind again and the hand that had been firmly clutching at the bedsheets for so long had gone autopilot. Now she had switched hands, her non-dominant hand was now inside her and her right hand was now gripping the duvet as hard as she could as she tried to relieve herself of the need for a man she was supposed to hate. Her back arched even more and her eyes squeezed shut. She wanted it to end. She wanted him to be hers. She wanted him. She needed him. She craved what he could give her. She knew that he may never give her an opportunity to be his. She wanted to worship him. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. She wanted to be his personal doll. His own plaything. Only his. Only—

She shot up from her sleeping position. She shuddered. How could she dream about that?! How could she dream about pleasuring herself to the thought of him? Why him?! She hated Thomas Shelby. She did hate him, right? She couldn’t stand the thought of him at all. She hated his eyes that were the color of the endless sky, the ones that she could imagine holding her own on the day of their wedding—No! She despised him! She did despise him, right? She smoothed down her hair and slid out of bed. She crumpled onto the ground and fixed her matching set of peach nightwear. It consisted of a pair of peach colored, satin short shorts and a peach bikini top.

She pulled herself into her tiled bathroom and splashed some lukewarm water at her face. She stared at her reflection in the wall length mirror. Her reflection stared back but there was something in her eyes, a want. A need. For something. For someone. Someone she knew all too well. She splashed more water on her face, some of it dribbled onto her chest. It almost felt like— No. She was not going to think about him. She was not going to think about the possibility of his hungry kisses dipping down into her sensitive chest. Her eyelids started to flutter closed which meant she was going to dream again. Dream again about a man she hated. Fantasize again about a man who she would never have. Fantasize again about the man who hated her as much as she hated him. Then again, in the back of her mind…

If this is how she felt about him, does he feel the same?

Thomas Shelby’s biggest problem right now was the tightness of the crotch of his work pants. He was filling out contracts for Shelby Company LMT which was usually just very boring and monotonous, but now? Thinking about her? He couldn’t stay still. He needed to do something about this. About her. About her taking up so much space in his head. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. She was everywhere now. He kept seeing that shade of red, that dark hair, those gray eyes, that baggy suit. He kept feeling her tantalizingly feather light hands on his shoulders, her breath late at night, her eyes boring into the back of his head. He could hear her teasing laugh, her mocking comments, the Gaelic obscenities she muttered under her breath. He hated everything about her. He hated how much he thought about her. He hated the way her body was just so infuriatingly perfect.

In those vulnerable moments, those moments where he just needed that release, he thought about her. Her perfect body in that tight, immaculately cut red dress. He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts out of him. She was the most powerful woman in all of Ireland, she always looked so sullen when she had to do deals with him. Like she hated him. Then again, last time he checked, he hated her too. He hated everything about her. He hated the way her suits hung off her just enough to keep her power but also to keep her body a mystery. He hated the way her gray eyes practically ran laps around him every time they had to talk with their eyes. He hated the way she smoked, all daintily, like she was afraid that her slender fingers would snap the cigarette clean in half. He hated the way she handled weapons, the way she flipped bats, the way she shot guns, the way she broke alcohol bottles. He hated that she gripped weapons like she knew what she was doing, but when it came to him, her touches were lighter than air. He wanted her to touch him like she did her bat. The way her fingers wrapped around the hilt of the bat so familiarly, like she had done it a million times. He was not about to go to the extremes that he wanted her to do that to him, but he did have those nights. Those dark nights of shame where he would relieve himself for hours simply thinking about her. Those covered nights where he could pace around Arrow House thinking about what to do about her. It was always her. Time and time again, it was always her. She just would not budge from his mind.

He slid his chair back and checked for anyone looking into his office. He cautiously unbuttoned his pants and slithered a hand while he thought about all the reasons he hated her. His head lolled backwards. He really did hate her.

He hated how a smirk would always be playing at her lips after she had riled him up. He hated the way her voice caught and hitched if she was caught off guard. He hated the way she could command an entire room by just sending a cold stare around the room. His hand got quicker, despite the very confined space that were his pants, his hand was doing him a lot of good. He tilted his head back and let out a soft groan. He needed his release soon. He needed her too much. He needed his rough hands on her curves, or at least what curves she would let him touch. His pants were slowly shifting off him from the friction. His groans morphed into a string of rushed Romani. All the things he would say to her if she was his.

As time passed and the more their eyes connected, the worse it got. The more times that Tony would lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, trying to sleep but meeting an immovable wall that could only be fixed with the man that she tells herself every day that she hates. It can only be fixed after being completely fucked through. Fucked dumb enough to do whatever he wanted. She felt her thighs squish together at the thought of that happening. The thought that one day she, the queen of the Irish drug world, would be being split apart, thrust after thrust, dirty Romani phrase after phrase. She hated that she did it but it was like her body worked on autopilot. She could only watch as her slender fingers lazily danced down to her slowly dampening core. With a soft sigh, one of her fingers started to work over her warm insides, trying to emulate a feeling she had never felt before. His fingers. The way he moved his fingers. Then, her mind moved from fingers to words to a mouth. The fantasy played in her of the man, the Shelby no less, above her, while she was obediently on her knees, gripping her hand with one broad hand. It was almost like she could hear him say, “You’ve acted like a fuckin’ brat for almost three months. Now let’s see you use those pretty lips wrapped ‘round my cock, then we’ll see if you’re really being a good girl.”

Her fingers started to go faster and faster. The idea of his hoarse Birmingham accent barking out orders for her to follow to the letter. The idea that she would be his good girl, his sweet obedient girl, nothing like she was in her work life. She imagined the nights she would spend with him, his arms wrapped around her, caging her from the outside world, for him and only him to touch, for only him to play with, for him to love. Love was a strong word to use about Thomas Shelby but it was what she had realized she wanted from him. It was his love. His love and his body and his mind, but most importantly his soul. His ever living gorgeous soul. She felt her body’s pent up energy and started to thrash against her own fingers, imaging they were his. She needed him. She needed him more than ever now.

The Shelby in question was now in his office in his sprawling manor. He had locked the doors after telling the maids to not call upon him unless it was an emergency. He found himself thinking of her, the dark angel that would love nothing more than to put a bullet between his eyes, under this very desk, big gray eyes pleading for him. He wished that he could just reach out and stroke her pale cheek. He wished that he could see her eyes well up with tears as she gagged herself on him. His head, almost on his own, lolled back, imagining how well she would take him. He thought about all the small sounds only he could pick up on, the hitches in her breath, the whimpers she made, the broken cries that came from her as he took her in the most animalistic sense. It was like a drug to him, thinking about her. Thinking about all the ways he would make her feel good. All the different sounds he could coax out of her. She was dismissive of him in their business lives but oh how he fantasized about throwing her onto his plush bed and bringing her ego down, seeing what she was like stripped down both physically and emotionally. He always did like to do business with people who had nothing to hide. His hand, without his mind even realizing it, had been slowly getting himself off. He knew tomorrow he would be disgusted with himself. She hated him and he hated her.

Then again, it wasn’t tomorrow and men like him did a lot of things during the deep hours of the nights that they were not proud of, why shouldn’t he do the same? His hand continued, faster this time. His eyelids fluttered close as the pleasure started to get too much. His pants had been so uncomfortable after she left. After he had gotten a nice view of the top of her cleavage. They were not too big or too small, just perfect enough for him. He had been catching glimpses of how her thighs stretched her pants even though she had specifically tailored her outfit to be two sizes too big. Still her thighs stretched the material when she sat in front of him. Thomas Shelby did not seem the type to want to pleasure a woman endlessly but oh when he saw her thick thighs, all he wanted to do is have her thighs squeeze the sides of his head while he used his silver tongue to bring her to the brink of pure bliss, his silver tongue that he honed to get money from anyone or get out any deadly situation, his silver tongue that had brought him success in politics, his silver tongue that could talk anyone out of doing anything. He would use it to make the girl that he now realized that he loved.

A battle was being waged in the Shelby man’s heart. On one hand, he only wanted her for physical gratification. To use her body and then use the experience against her. Then again, on the other hand, he wanted to wake up next to her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her middle and kiss down her neck just to hear the giggle he knew would bubble out of her mouth. Wanted to run his fingers through her hair after he had a nightmare to ground himself in reality, that she was right there. Wanted to see her run into his arms because she associated him with safety and love. He wondered offhandedly if she felt this way for him. Maybe they could build a life together.

Yes. Yes, in fact she did feel the same. It was early the next morning and Tony hadn’t slept at all that night. Couldn’t stop thinking about the man she now had accepted that she was infatuated with. As she got ready, the more she thought about the conversations she would have with him while they would be getting ready for their respective days. She imagined it would be a lot of fending off his traveling hands. Hands that she wished would hold her face as she kissed him. Hands that held cigarettes the way she wished would hold locks of her hair. She wished she could slot herself into his strong arms late at night. Wished that she could curl up in his lap as he worked, letting him kiss the top of her head and letting him love her. Wished that she could see his smile when he saw her.

On two different sides of town, two people found themselves infatuated with each other. Infatuated with the idea of pleasure, bliss, and love. They needed each other to the extent that it was almost like their hearts beat as one. She needed his words and he needed her touch. Their fire burned of love and hatred. White hot passion and infatuation alongside scorn, spite, and animosity. They would kiss while they stabbed each other in the back. They would make wedding vows while the world burned due to matches they held. There was no line between hatred and passion for either of them. It was one feeling. That burning need for action. For something to happen.

Tension. That is the word they were searching for. As Tony tried to dress herself the next morning, all she thought was him. Everything he had ever done in front of her. She wanted more, she needed more. She needed more of him. It was unraveling her by the second. She needed him to toss her around, to use her, to do anything. She would be his doll if that meant that he would touch her the way she needed. The way that every girl in Birmingham wanted him to touch her. She wanted to be tied to his bed posts, she wanted to be bent over his desk, she wanted him to order her around. That itch in the back of her mind that just kept telling her to do something about it but she knew that he hated her right back. Her vanity was big and she stared back at a girl who just wanted the man who could make her feel something. Her breath became even as she retreated into her thoughts.

This time, they were not dirty. They weren’t her need to be his good girl, she imagined his hands on her face, ever so gently. His thumb brushing against her bottom lip. Her thoughts were soft and sweet. It was a flash of lights and colors and sounds. A car starting. Laughter. Flowers. A full field of them. Tommy in a field of flowers. Tommy in a field of flowers with her. Tommy in a field of flowers with her on his chest. Dialogue. He was talking so sweetly to her. His hand was on her face, just the way she liked it. She was wearing a shirt that did not look like hers and a skirt that she definitely did not own. It was so…perfect. Serene and nothing like what her life was like. It was her ideal world. A world where he loved her back.

Her body felt weightless, like she had finally realized something. In fact, at that moment she had. It wasn't just tension she felt, it was love. It was idiotic love. It was silly, stupid love. It was the love that only she could hold for him, the kind of love that keeps candles alive. The kind of love that keeps adding wood to a well kept up crackling fire in a fireplace. It was love.

Nothing about Thomas was right. He hadn’t slept, only thinking about Tony. How well she would take his cock. How adorable she would look under him. What kinds of sweet sounds he could pull from her bruised lips. As he pulled on her vest his thoughts flitted over to the fleeting wish for her to be the one buttoning her vest. Oh how he wanted to see her eyes, tired from the early morning, helping him get ready while still wearing his shirt that he had given her to sleep in the night before. Oh how he wished to hear her chiding him for getting blood on his vest yesterday because she would not be the one to wash it this time, you idiotic man.

He smiled against his better judgment, he smiled because behind his eyes, in his dreams, she was there. She was there in a white satin dress with a golden veil standing at the altar in front of him. She was there, in an orange sundress, by the sea with his arm wrapped around her, kissing her temple. She was there, with her slender arms wrapped around his neck, telling him that he has been working far too long and if he did not come to bed this instant she would drag his ass by his lapels into bed and no, he wouldn’t be touching her. She would be there, leaning on the counter on a lazy Sunday morning, ready for him to set her on the counter and lean his head against her chest. He now realized what he was feeling. He had been under the impression that it was blind hate and nothing else but there was something under the surface. It was calm and content. It was what he was before the war. She somehow brought out the boy that he was before the war. The boy that wanted romance and someone to settle down with. He felt something in his chest. He chuckled. He smiled. Maybe she had started to have an effect on him. Then he realized what it was. It was pure and perfect love.

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wow. that took awhile. i'll post ANOTHER fic today/tommorrow too :]

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