CURRENTLY MY DASHBOARD
I ship it
someone write me SterekxDestiel fanfic now. They can have hate sex.
Destiel turned on the light and immediately whipped a gun out to point it at the chair in the corner. Sterek sat in the chair. Destiel wasn’t sure how long he had been there, but Sterek had a habit of turning up out of nowhere.
“What are you doing here, boy?” Destiel’s voice was gruff, a deep voice made deeper by years of whiskey and speaking in tongues not meant for human vocal cords.
“You know they are fighting over us out there. Do the casualties mean nothing to you?” Sterek’s voice was surprisingly high, many people were thrown by this. Sterek stood, shucking off his leather jacket with the red hood, and crossed the room to stand before Destiel. “Why do you want them to suffer?”
Destiel grabbed Sterek by the front of his shirt, slamming him against a nearby wall, the way Destiel knew he liked it. “We can’t save everyone, some people will die in the process”.
Sterek looked weary, and oh so lonely, it made one single tear of mangst fall from Destiel’s eye. Destiel wanted to save Sterek, to raise him from…depression. Their lips smashed together, making Sterek moan something about being attractive to gay men, and Destiel mutter something about everyone thinking he’s gay. After Destiel wrestled Sterek’s shirt and white tank top off, it too a minute to remove his own trenchcoat, tie and five layers of plaid.
They fought a bit over who would be on top, but Destiel seemed to accidentally roll over enough that Sterek could get him on his hands and knees. Destiel always seemed like he was the biggest alpha male, but when it came to sex he was the opposite. Sterek was ok with this, it gave him a chance to show what a good alpha he was, and he secretly enjoyed Destiel’s urge to cuddle after.
They made love to the sounds of screaming fangirls, the Sterek girls were bitching about Misha, while the Destiel girls were dragging their wincest sisters over to help. After, Sterek curled his body around Destiel, holding the bowlegged man close.
“You are way too young for me.” Destiel’s gruff voice broke the silence, making Sterek’s eyes turn red in anger. “You don’t know how old I am, no one does.” They got dressed in silence, then went their separate ways, knowing they would come to parlay a few more times before one was crowned winner. They each wished they would meet after, but with Destiel’s busy hunting schedule, and all Sterek’s pack business, it did not seem likely.
ALL I CAN PICTURE IS THIS:
By cynictis because cynictis is perfect. LOOK HOW PERFECT STEREK IS OK. (go reblog her awesome art!)
WHY HASN’T SOMEONE DRAWN DESTIEL YET??