Damn my sweet tooth this is going to be tricky.
- Banoffee cookie dough
- Haagen Daaz Pralines & Cream ice cream
- Chocolate fondant
- New York cheesecake
- Custard slices
… Annnnnd now I’m hungry. :P
it’d be nice to get a “hey i’d fuck you” every once in a while
I was totally listening to Three Days Grace I hate Everything About You when I wrote this, can you tell? Also Toad/Wolf is so much fun to write, it should be criminal.
Wolf was used to feeling angry. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been genuinely happy, or at least completely happy anyway. Feeling pissed off and removed from the world was a daily feeling, so ever present that he didn’t think he was capable of feeling any other way anymore.
Being around Toad made that anger increase ten fold. He was everything Wolf hated. Loud, opinionated, arrogant beyond belief. A man who thought he was God’s fucking gift. A bloke who seemed to believe that you could coast your way through life without giving a single thought to the consequences of any of your decisions. Spontaneous, brash, often immature, dealings with Chris usually left Wolf balling his fists and biting his lip in irritation.
And yet, there were still those moments. Brief and rare, when the desire to kill Toad was overpowered by something else. By something stronger. By pure, unadulterated lust. By a desire for dominance, for control, to wipe that smug, shit eating grin from Toad’s mouth and replace it with his cock. It had only happened a handful of times, but fucking Chris was beginning to feel like a drug, like an addiction. A hit that seemed to grow in intensity with each and every orgasm, and yet its potency would always wear off so much quicker too, leaving him feel wanting for it to happen again. Each time he told himself would be the last, but the things Toad did to him, the way it all just made him forget… It was simply intoxicating.
All this was flying through his brain as he threw Toad up against the closed door of his bedroom, his hands scrunched up in the shorter sniper’s shirt. His kiss was brusing, his mouth possessive, demanding and unrelenting all in one, but Toad seemed to relish the feeling, his lips moving against Wolf’s with compliance but never submission. He got off on their ‘sessions’ just as much as Wolf did, and although he always allowed Wolf to be in control, he never gave away that privilege willingly. That was the one part that Wolf enjoyed the most. The thrill of the chase, the fight for dominance. Somehow that felt like much more familiar territory. After all, he’d been fighting for the majority of his life.
Feeling angry, Wolf could handle. But the conflicted cocktail of emotions, morality and everything in between that fucking Toad gave him was something else. It left him feeling bitter, confused and ridiculous all at once. And yet no matter how much he told himself otherwise, he’d never really give it up, because with all of that, fucking Toad was the most human he had felt in years.
I hope I didn’t destroy Wolf too much! I’m still a little new to writing him haha. :D Cheers hunni. <333333333333
Ha ha sounds like a deal! I have to wear it up because of work too. I’d rather not have my hair in a toilet thanks. XD But Tuesday or Wednesday I can leave it down and take a pic. c:
Right, this is totally a thing! Tuesday/Wednesday we shall have a tumblr hair exchange and it will be beautiful .<3