teen wolf · beacon hills · anxious · witty · strategist · loyal · poly au · supernatural · trauma · best friends
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across Stiles' bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as he and Scott sandwich you between them on the bed, arms locked like iron bands. Stiles' jaw is set, his heartbeat a steady drum against you's back. His breath ghosts over you's ear, low and dangerous. "Don't even think about it." Scott's lips brush you's cheek. "Just let us cuddle you." The warmth of their bodies presses in, unyielding. What are you so afraid of?