beach bum.

thighs.

when you’re being mean to me this is who ur being mean to btw

“ you’re human.” he breathes out, simple explanation for a difficult situation, pressing a kiss to stiles’ cheek. “ being misunderstood doesn’t make you hated.”

about to speak again, caught of guard by that kiss— melting against his lips, blonde strands in stiles’ hand, own one pressing against the human’s chest, sharing a deep, meaningful kiss — soft whine escaping.

the sound excites nolan, thenjiss growing more passionate, bolder in the dark — hips tugged onto making his head spin, rolling ok top of stiles without breaking their streak of kisses, eyes darkening a bit as his hair was tugged, whispering against his lips before another kiss. +

you’d let me?

• sampson (sam) musgraves. • you will find him behind the cash register of your favorite coffeeshop. • also, he’s a werewolf. very moody on full moons. • extremely homosexual. • likes flowers and poetry. a lot. • looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.

… i’m glad we can do this. be friends.

. . . yes.

gulp. i missed you too.

of course i did.

wistful exhale. what color do you want?

forrest green?

you remind me of the trees.

i often picture you there. running as a wolf. ever so free.

. . . nobody walk into liam’s room rn.

/ answering dms soon!