Fuck Yeah Teen Wolf

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[lethal-desires]

“What’s wrong?”

“Wrong window.”

[punksteves]

Teen Wolf Season 2 DVD Set: Tyler Hoechlin + Shirtless Montage

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I can't deal

[rozanovsilyas]

sterek!au: where derek knows stiles is attracted to him so he finally gives in to his own attraction to stiles by being slightly too straightforward with his intentions,which doesn’t bother stiles at all as it ends in a hot make out session between the two. (kiss manip.)

(also known as the mandatory jeep!sterek au)

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[queerstilesarchive-blog]

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My babies

[pale-silver-comb]

Have you heard that apparently a lingere company is coming out with a line of male lingerie? I don't know about you but I certainly can appreciate Derek Hale having a slight lingerie kink (and Stiles having a not-so-slight one) I mean please picture Derek Hale in soft silk teal panties

I have just been sitting staring at this for like ten minutes while eating chocolate because nnnngh. 

So, after being in a relationship with Derek for five years (and having known him four before that) Stiles thinks it’s safe to say he knows him pretty much inside and out. They discuss feelings and everything now. Stiles knows about Derek’s secret love for ‘N Sync and Derek knows how fast Stiles can drink a gallon of milk in. You know, the important things.

It didn’t take them long to find out about their sexual kinks either. That probably took them the shortest length of time actually and Stiles is proud to say they are anything but vanilla. Not that there is anything wrong with vanilla, but it would have sucked if Stiles had ended up with someone like, well, someone like Scott really. Stiles knows Scott has a good sex life (to the everlasting horror of his brain) but it’s not what Derek and he have. Nor what he has or will ever want.

Sure, they slow bone and look into each other’s eyes and all that shit. Stiles isn’t dissing that part. That part is his favourite. But it’s all the things leading up to the slow boning, the intense, freaky I-can-only-do-this-with-you-while-I’m-in-you staring.

It’s the role playing.

The toys.

The occasional (but not so occasional) spanking.

What it is not is cross-dressing.

Does lingerie even count as cross-dressing? Fuck if Stiles knows, or cares, because right now all he can see, all he is consumed by, is the look on Derek’s face- the look he gets right before sex- as he’s stealing furtive glances at a pair of silk, teal panties while Stiles tries to remember which colour of tights he is supposed to pick up for Lydia for her party tomorrow night.

In the end, he takes both the green and the purple pair because he does not want to face her wrath if he chooses wrong. Especially because her tights probably revolve around some weird colour scheme Stiles is also supposed to remember.

“You okay there, big guy?” Stiles teases, coming up to stand behind Derek and wrapping his arms around him. Derek jumps at the touch and Stiles wonders just how deep in thought (or fantasy) he had been to not know he was behind him because, you know, werewolf.

“Fine,” Derek grits out, making to turn away from the entire section, but Stiles bars his exit, waggling his eyebrows in a manner he knows Derek both finds ridiculous and oddly appealing at the same time.

“What’s the rush?” he asks, playing coy. “Don’t you want to try those on?” He nods in the direction of the panties and watches in cruel delight as Derek’s face flushes pink. Really flushes.

Because that’s another thing he’s learned about Derek over the years. He wouldn’t call it a feminisation kink exactly, but Stiles knows Derek is not imagining Stiles in the panties (although he’s almost certain Derek wouldn’t be adverse to him wearing them if he chose to). 

“Try what on?” Derek asks and if Stiles didn’t know him like he does, he would have believed himself to be mistaken about the whole thing.

But luckily for him (and Derek) he does know him.

Very.

Very.

Well.

“Come on,” Stiles grins, grabbing the exact pair of panties Derek was looking at and taking him by the hand, dragging him towards the changing rooms. 

Derek lets himself be led, but Stiles thinks that’s more to do with the fact he has no idea what to say than anything else.

There’s no-one guarding the changing rooms when they get there- a sign from the gods Stiles was meant to see Derek in nothing but lacy teal today- and Stiles quickly shoves Derek inside one of the stalls before someone does come back and puts an end to the fun before it can even begin.

“Stiles,” Derek hisses when he shoves the underwear into his hands. “We can’t.”

Stiles puts a finger to his lips to indicate that even though they are physically concealed, anyone might still hear them, and sits down on the far-too-small-for-anyone’s-use seat, a knowing grin plastered on his face because there is no way Derek isn’t going to do exactly what Stiles wants him to. 

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[maichan808]

Hey, it’s already Sunday in Australia, right? AND LOOKIT, LIZ AND KATIE, I FINALLY DREW ASS FOR YOU. HAPPY NOW?

Please see my LJ for artist notes and refs

[somewhatstacey]

Funny. It was supposed to be funny. Seriously, Derek had lost a bet and Erica had been in charge of the stakes which had been awesome because Erica is the bomb at coming up with hilarious embarrassing shit and-

This is all Erica’s fault.

“Oh. Um,” Erica says. Across the room Lydia makes a strangled sort of noise and Derek- Derek just crosses his arms over his ridiculous chest—where, where in the stipulations of this had the shirtlessness come into it?—and rolls his eyes.

“Happy?” he says. “Can I take these off now? They’re kinda itchy.”

Stiles may or may not throw himself over the back of the couch. “No!”

Derek blinks at him and Stiles sees the moment he gets it, eyes flicking down to Stiles’ crotch and back up. Stiles would blush but all his blood is headed in another direction.

“Party’s over!” Stiles says, a little wildly. “Everyone out.”

“Oh my god, dude, are you seriously-” Scott’s hushed quickly enough by Allison that there’s like, no way she’s not on the level with this. Stiles is going to be freaking mortified by that sometime tomorrow but right now- right now Derek is laughing at him.

“Shut up,” Stiles says, slapping Derek in the chest so he can crowd him against the wall. “This is not my fault.”

“Is there a kink you don’t have?” Derek asks, hands warm as they skirt up the back of Stiles’ shirt. The front door closes on a slam and Stiles could weep with joy.

“Exhibitionism,” he says, dropping to his knees.

They make it to the bed eventually, Derek’s cock hard and leaking, tenting the absolutely ridiculous pink panties he’s got on in a way that looks borderline uncomfortable and just really, obscenely hot.

“Oh god,” Stiles groans, clutching feebly at Derek’s leg. The fishnets are itchy, tickling Stiles palm in a way that might have been annoying if it weren’t also a reminder that Derek’s wearing goddamn fishnets. It also helps that Derek’s got one leg hooked up over Stiles’ hip and is grinding into Stiles’ ass so thoroughly Stiles can actually feel the slight scrape of the lace trim of the freaking panties over his balls.

“I love Erica,” Stiles says, arching into Derek’s hand when he does that thumb-press thing that always has Stiles seeing stars. “Erica is awesome.”

“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to confess your love to people not currently jacking you off,” Derek says, biting at Stiles’ jaw as his fingers dip back to press at that glorious spot just behind Stiles’ balls.

“Don’t worry, I love you too,” Stiles says, before he can really think about it and shit, shit. Derek makes a broken noise behind him and freezes and it takes Stiles a second—a really, really terrifying second—to realise it’s because he’s coming. Stiles can feel it, feel Derek’s cock pulsing through the panties against his ass and it’s so insanely hot it only takes one more aborted stroke of his own dick before Stiles is arching and spilling all over Derek’s hand.

“Holy shit,” Stiles gasps, trying to remember how to breathe as Derek pets up his chest in long, soothing strokes.

“I think the panties are ruined,” Derek says and Stiles would make victory arms if he wasn’t so wiped because Derek almost sounds mournful about it.

Stiles groans happily and presses back into Derek’s arms. “I can say with absolute certainty that Lydia will know how to clean silk panties,” he says.

Derek hums an agreement behind him, tucking his legs around Stiles’ which is going to get annoying as hell soon with the fishnets but for now is just…nice.

“You said I love you,” Derek says, effectively smashing a lamp over the head of the moment. There’s no inflection to go along with it; no question at all.

Stiles swallows. “Isn’t there a rule against it meaning something if it’s in the middle of-“

“Stiles.”

“Okay, yes, I love you - are you happy?” Wow, Stiles may actually be having a heart attack.

Then Derek makes his noise—this aborted sigh sounding thing, like he’s been holding his breath forever—and kinda clutches, pressing his face into the back of Stiles’ neck. “Yes,” he says, small and very real.

Holy god.

“I- ” Stiles stops. “Our first I love you’s have happened while you’re wearing pink panties and fishnets.”

“We can leave that part out of the story,” Derek says, still against his neck.

Stiles scoffs incredulously, threading his fingers through Derek’s. “Why the hell would we do that?”

[kwanghale]

Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O’Brien on KTLA (X)

[chicken-nuggetsx]

Look at him in his cardigan, I've been blessed

[sterekgifs]

My cousin..Miguel.

[stilessderek]

“I’m a predator. But I don’t have to be a killer.”

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Love of my life 💕💗💘💓

[stilesedit]

Stiles + Sarcasm (requested by anonymous)

[angelicbutblack-deactivated2020]

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Hoechlin looks so cute in his cardigan my heart can't take it 😰

[rozina-md]

I’m having too much fun with this

[quadrantslando]

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He's so beautiful

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[lydiamartins]

I guess my favorite part about Void Stiles is the makeup. 

[dailytylerhoechlin]

Tyler Hoechlin as Clark Kent on the set of Supergirl on July 29th, 2016.

[mklutz]

Okay so I don’t want AUs where Derek is Superman. What I want is AUs where the Hales lived and they all agreed that Derek was pretty terrible at hiding the whole werewolf thing, and that the ladies who were interested in him were always ~evil AF~, so it became a family rule that he needed to appear AS NERDY AS POSSIBLE and this was the result: super buff but just with glasses. And they are like okay we tried. And Derek gets some job (reporter, office job, pharma sales, whatever) that lets him be in and out of the office all day and VERY GUILTILY starts performing heroics on the side. He knows his family will be like DEREK WE TALKED ABOUT THIS but he just really wants to help people, okay? And whatever, he wears a different outfit. He keeps it in his “gym bag” (Derek does not go to the gym.) at work. Probably no one suspects a thing. Except obvi his hot coworker Stiles who has a giant crush on Derek and btw has 100% assumed that Derek is probably an alien JUST LIKE SUPERMAN because he is obviously fighting crime on the side, come on, his disguise is terrible, it’s amazing no one else has figured it out yet.

[imperialpurple]

Okay, I need this fic like now. Seriously.

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😍😍😍😍😭😭😭😭

[scerek]

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Love him so much what the fuck