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fuckyeahharveyandmike:

 #lmao at mike being totally turned on and yes thats his ‘harvey just gave me a boner’ face



youdontrustmeidontrustyou:

professorgroovypants said: *climbs on your shoulders and holds your face * Shhh, tell me sweet nothings. Things of hooker!Derek and edible lube. =u= <3

The sour face is ‘part of the charm’.

I didn’t exactly think past a customer taking an interest in…


erickripkes: #is this ur pre-badass ritual derek #is dis what u do #do u feel da music #r u human #or r u dancer

erickripkes:

#is this ur pre-badass ritual derek #is dis what u do #do u feel da music #r u human #or r u dancer


Teen Wolf Cast at Q&A (x)



saucefactory: rrrowr: weebleroxanne: Okay, seriously, why do I find this so hot? Stiles tries to jerk his arm back, but Peter’s fingers close tight around his wrist so that he only manages to earn an inch of distance. A whimper ekes out from between his teeth, and Peter just clicks his tongue, scolding Stiles for even trying to deny him this. “Tell me you don’t want this,” Peter says. His mouth is so close to Stiles’ arm that his breath makes Stiles’ skin feel hot and damp. “I don’t want this,” Stiles blurts immediately, shivering. “I don’t want—” “Liar,” Peter cuts in and undoes Stiles’ cuff so that he can push the sleeve down to the elbow. The skin under his fingers now is smooth, silky soft — perfect — and when puts  his mouth against it, Stiles jolts as if he was expecting the bite immediately.  ”Tell me again. Try to be convincing this time.” Stiles licks his lips. He steps in, and his arm bends to give Peter some slack. “I—”  Peter’s fangs develop slowly, pushing at Stiles’ skin without piercing it. It’s just pressure for now, but Stiles’ heartbeat starts pounding in Peter’s ears — a fast war drum that marks his fear and his eagerness. “I don’t—” Dragging his fangs along the length of Stiles’ arm, Peter finds the little divots between the muscle, the slender surface veins, the arteries that lie deeper, and he bites down a little harder, still not breaking skin.  Stiles’ breath catches. “Want this,” he finishes. “I want this.” Peter purrs. “Mmm, now that is the truth,” he murmurs, and bites.  AFSDFDFDLFJDSFLDJFSDLKFJDLKJSLKSJLSDJWDW LITERAL JIZZ IN MY LITERAL PANTS OMG THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE GONE GODDAMMIT JEFF *BITES FIST*

saucefactory:

rrrowr:

weebleroxanne:

Okay, seriously, why do I find this so hot?

Stiles tries to jerk his arm back, but Peter’s fingers close tight around his wrist so that he only manages to earn an inch of distance. A whimper ekes out from between his teeth, and Peter just clicks his tongue, scolding Stiles for even trying to deny him this.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” Peter says. His mouth is so close to Stiles’ arm that his breath makes Stiles’ skin feel hot and damp.

“I don’t want this,” Stiles blurts immediately, shivering. “I don’t want—”

“Liar,” Peter cuts in and undoes Stiles’ cuff so that he can push the sleeve down to the elbow. The skin under his fingers now is smooth, silky soft — perfect — and when puts  his mouth against it, Stiles jolts as if he was expecting the bite immediately.  ”Tell me again. Try to be convincing this time.”

Stiles licks his lips. He steps in, and his arm bends to give Peter some slack. “I—” 

Peter’s fangs develop slowly, pushing at Stiles’ skin without piercing it. It’s just pressure for now, but Stiles’ heartbeat starts pounding in Peter’s ears — a fast war drum that marks his fear and his eagerness.

“I don’t—”

Dragging his fangs along the length of Stiles’ arm, Peter finds the little divots between the muscle, the slender surface veins, the arteries that lie deeper, and he bites down a little harder, still not breaking skin. 

Stiles’ breath catches. “Want this,” he finishes. “I want this.”

Peter purrs. “Mmm, now that is the truth,” he murmurs, and bites. 

AFSDFDFDLFJDSFLDJFSDLKFJDLKJSLKSJLSDJWDW

LITERAL JIZZ IN MY LITERAL PANTS OMG

THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE GONE

GODDAMMIT JEFF

*BITES FIST*




frivolism:

i feel like the last gif can explain so much