twofacedjanus:

colethewolf:

You cannot even try to tell me that you didn’t think they were about to kiss because they were seriously about to.

Especially the 2nd gif.

• The way Stiles looks at Derek’s lips and nods slightly.
• The way Derek’s eyes skit around looking at Stiles’ facial expressions.
• The way Derek swallows almost nervously

this post is flawless

jannelle-o:

(´･_･`)

trilliath:

Making Love : This was a piece I was commissioned to do, with the prompt being Stiles and Derek, making love. It came out rather well I think…

Full NSFW image below the cut:

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continued from here.

Teen Wolf AU in which Derek is Stiles’ teacher and tries to end things before they seriously spin out of control and fails due to Stiles’ persistence and surprisingly intricate seduction techniques.

Derek Hale is going to hell.

He doesn’t appreciate the pun, although Laura surely would. Even she wouldn’t be impressed by the things he’s done recently, though. You know things are truly bad when Laura disapproves, because she’s quite possibly the most unconventional person he’s ever met.

He’s kind of sickened by himself, but God help him, he can’t forget the warmth and smoothness of Stiles’ skin under his fingertips, the way the shape of his mouth fit against Derek’s perfectly, the curious pattern of dark spots on pale skin, his long, nimble fingers working their way into Derek’s jeans, and then the wet heat of an eager mouth on him, the moans and whispers and the sound of skin sliding against skin, the thrill of the forbidden.

He groans and buries his head in his hands. Wishes he could turn back time and do things differently.

But who is he kidding, there is no scenario in which he’d have had the strength to resist the temptation. For someone so young, Stiles certainly knows what he wants – and how to get it.

If he was a menace before – unsubtly checking Derek out, making innuendos, making sure to end up alone with him as often as possible – then he is absolutely unbearable now.

Derek thinks he should’ve known it wound end like this when he told Stiles it could never happen again (as if that made anything better, as if that would save either of them) and saw his eyes turn hard, resolved. Calculating his next move, trying to find a way to get Derek to crack.

He wishes it wasn’t as easy. That he wasn’t as easy. But really, all Stiles had to do was try everything to end up the sexual tension tenfold. It turns out, he’s very good at that without overly exerting himself.

Stiles is everywhere. Demanding his attention. Stretching in the most provocative way possible, making sure his shirts ride up just so, exposing a stretch of skin that makes Derek want to throw a possessive arm around his waist. Lounging on his seat in a manner that borders on obscene. Licking his lips, twisting his tongue in a way that makes Derek remember and yearn for how it felt against his cock. Winking suggestively and looking so damn smug whenever he sees how much Derek struggles to keep a straight face, to not just leap straight over the row of tables and take him right then and there.

Eventually, sooner than he’d hoped, he cracks. “Stilinski, see me after class,” he snaps. He doesn’t miss the victory arms. Such a teenage thing to do, reminding him again just how fucking young Stiles is. It makes his stomach twist.

The remaining twenty minutes until the bell signals the end of class are pure torture. He watches the steady trickle of students leave the room and tries to brace himself.

Stiles waits until the door has fallen closed behind Scott, who was, predictably, the last student to leave and then gets up to saunter up to Derek. “Last period on a Friday,” he says. “Neat. No one’s gonna barge in.”

“Stop,” Derek grits out. “I didn’t ask you to stay for….this.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows. “Didn’t you,” he says, voice flat.

“You need to stop.”

“Stop what?” Stiles challenges.

“Just…this.” Derek gestures around emphatically in an all-compassing fashion. He’s usually more eloquent than this, but no one has the ability to melt his brain like Stiles does.

“You might need to be a bit more specific.”

That little shit. “With the tongue and lip licking and the stretching and the -” Derek gives up, frustrated.

“I don’t know, you seemed to like my tongue and flexibility just fine the last time we spoke.”

“Christ, Stiles!”

“I could think of a better situation in which you could be screaming those words,” Stiles says, smirking.

“Stiles, this isn’t a joke,” Derek snaps. “I – we can’t. Don’t you get what’s on the line for me? For both of us? I’ll go to jail for this if anyone finds out and you –“

“You think I haven’t thought about that?” Stiles snorts. “Derek, I know all of that. It would kill my Dad if he found out. Doesn’t mean I don’t want it anyway. Doesn’t mean you don’t still want this.” He takes another step into Derek’s personal space, and whoa, this resembles their last encounter way too much. “And I know you want this. You think I don’t see the way your eyes follow me? I can see how much you want me, and it’s driving me crazy.”

Derek huffs out a laugh. It sounds desperate even to his ears. “I’m driving you crazy?”

“All the time,” Stiles affirms. “Your muscles are very distracting. Also your eyes. And your hands, God, your hands. And your lips. And your hair. Did I mention the hands?”

“You did,” Derek says, amused despite himself. “Several times. And just for the record, this sounds a lot like victim blaming.”

“Says you. You don’t have to watch your obnoxiously perfect self the entire day without being allowed to touch.” Stiles’ hands run over the seam of his shirt. Slide under it. Derek shivers. “Knowing what it feels like, knowing what you look like when you come, knowing that I can make you fall apart and not being able to do anything about it,” he murmurs against Derek’s skin. “Do you know how frustrating that is?”

“Better than anyone,” Derek says and finds that his hands have found their way into Stiles’ hair on their own accord. He doesn’t remember putting them there, telling them to pull Stiles closer, but then, he’s shown extremely poor impulse control whenever Stiles is concerned. “Stiles, you need to stop tempting me,” he continues even as his lips brush against Stiles cheek, along the sharp line of his jaw, down his neck.

“Why, because you won’t be able to resist much longer?”

He’s falling. He’s falling and there is no way he can stop. “Yes.”

“Good,” Stiles says, yanks at Derek’s hair and closes the distance between them.

devildoll:

nyxtastic:

Gotcha!

dear god this is good.

the juxtaposition between Derek’s hand and Stiles’ smile.

OH NO I HAVE EMOTIONS NOW

lolbatty:

dont try anything funny

Teen Wolf AU: Derek and Stiles are going fishing.

#I just want to know how long it’s going to be before he notices this #because you know he hasn’t yet #it’s all just spur of the moment and instinct and whatever #and he can explain it away easily enough as getting Stiles out of the way #but I just can’t wait for that moment when it finally occurs to him that he cares #that protecting Stiles isn’t always the most logical choice or the best or the easiest #sometimes it’s just what he wants most