#briarhq

[goh4wks]

for @briarhq & sage !

[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

nathan had never really considered himself better than most men, really. proof of that came in him stopping in his tracks, practically drooling at the site of sage sitting half naked on his bed in his practice hockey jersey. holy shit, he thought. when did he become so lucky? "well," casual, two steps into his room. with a turn, nathan pushed his bedroom door closed. without a question, he also turned the lock to closed. nathan was no better than other men. if sage let him, which the half naked in his jersey thing gave him hope for, he was about to be very very busy. "good morning," it was the afternoon, nathan was pretty sure. he was almost half sure, but hockey season kind of all ran together. his mom used to joke that he lost all those brain cells during the season that, maybe, he was stuck in preseason when they were all done. "what are you doing, sage? did i win the lottery or something?"

[allieacts]

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons. tatum mayhaps

she's pretty sure the front door didn't close all the way. no, it's... definitely cracked open. good thing bristol house is not exactly known for its psycho killers, or this night would be on its way to becoming a cliche horror movie – the kind where having sex gets you super duper killed. there's no part of her worrying about that now. she & tatum are a blur of tipsy giggles & hands that can't get enough as they stumble inside the empty dorm. allie's hands sit gently at either side of her neck, sloppy kisses mingling with the sound of laughter as they kick off their shoes less than gracefully & nearly fall on their asses in the process. " okay, if tonight turns into an ER visit, i'm literally blocking your number out of sheer embarrassment. " she can barely get the words out before tatum's lips are on hers again & allie hooks two fingers into her belt loops, pulling her along as they enter her room. this is the door she pushes closed successfully. allie's fingers slide under the other's shirt first & the fabric hits the floor in no time at all. but while she steals another kiss, the brunette feels a pair of hands fidgeting with the buttons of the particularly stubborn top she picked out today. & thank god she's not sentimentally attached to it, because if she were, what's about to come out her mouth next would've made for a very sad morning after. " just rip- " there's no please, but there are fingertips digging desperately into her sides, urging her to hurry, which is, she imagines, why the fabric tears before the request is even fully formed. she squeals out a laugh as the buttons pop, letting the top fall away before reaching straight for tatum's backside. pulling her close, she takes another step back & brings her along as she falls into the bed in yet another sea of giggles – they do explicitly tell you not to postpone joy, don't they ?

@briarhq | meme → always accepting

[fortyfoures]

hands place at the bottom of madeleine's hips, he gives it a firm squeeze as he sighs into her neck, her pretty legs were wrapped around his waist as they find their perfect rhythm. garrett can't keep his orbs shut, madeleine was more than beautiful, and he had no idea how this ended up happening, her liking him. and god, the way she was riding him had him nearly in a choke hold. a groan leaves his lips as her sharp nails grip his jaw, tilting his own head up to the ceiling, he grips her hips harder using his own hands to pump her up and down on his hardened length. garrett hisses when her mouth nips at his neck driving a slow moan from him.

@briarhq sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @briarhq :   sender hooks their pinky around receiver's. ( tatum cagney ) —   lovesick fools.

maybe it made him a little giddy. giddier than he would ever admit verbally, but the cheesy child - like grin currently displayed across his face gave all of his cards away. at the grand ol’ age of twenty - one garrett graham was experiencing his first ever pinky promise and, judging by the sparkle in tatum’s eyes, he could tell that this was more important than he initially anticipated. almost as if this was a legally binding contract. his eyebrows wiggling as he chuckled, clearly amused. “ as if you’ve just made me promise to get you ice cream after every game you attend, if we win. ”

[legacieas]

✱ shippy starter call :   currently accepting ─── john logan for helena ives, @briarhq .

john’s head snapped up the second the words left her mouth. any attention he’d been giving the half - built crib scattered across the floor disappeared instantly, his focus landing solely on helena. his eyes widened, a grin breaking across his face before he could stop it. “ wait, seriously? ” the allen wrench slipped from his fingers as he pushed himself to his feet, crossing the room in a few quick strides. “ you felt it? the baby actually kicked? ” there was something boyishly excited about the way he asked, like he’d just been handed the best news of his life. the words he’d been waiting for since the second he’d seen ‘ pregnant ’ across that little test screen. his gaze flickered to her stomach before returning to her face, one hand already reaching for hers. “ c’mon, sit down. tell me everything. ”

[allieacts]

( press ) : for SENDER to press slow kisses along RECEIVER'S neck. dean

she's watching the city lights shimmer from his window, jaw on the floor for the upteenth time since he's started showing her around this place. despite herself, mind wanders – this is exactly the type of place she could imagined calling home one day. not this exact place, let's make that clear. but something like it ! more color, spacious but not enough to get lost in, breathtaking view, a closet she could live in... it's good to take inspiration for your vision board where you can get it. " dean, this is insane. " she speaks softly now, trying to ignore the way every nerve in her body shoots awake as he walks up behind her. " this is so not helping with the hating you thing. " except her body isn't exactly complying to that sentiment. instead, it's complying to the touch of his hands, the warmth of him against her back, the press of his lips just underneath her ear. the next kiss trails lower & it's becoming increasingly obvious that he's taking his sweet time. " okay... " she breathes out, eyes fluttering closed. " hating you less now... " leaning against his shoulder, head tilts to allow him space to work while her arms wrap around his own, right where his hold tightens around her middle. the moment his lips brush past the point where neck meets shoulder, there's a blissful sigh & then... her eyes shoot open, taking in the massive windows in front of them once again. their private moment feels weirdly... public. even in the dark. but the initial moment of panic vanishes without a trace – being away from campus only makes her bolder.

she turns around, something eerily curious & enthusiastic in the darkened depths of her eyes – something that's always been there, dormant until he turned on the lights. " question... " a conspirational whisper as arms shift to wrap around his neck. " my handprints on your window... hot or not ? " god, don't let him be a neat freak...

@briarhq | meme → always accepting

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @briarhq :   “ nevermind that. ” ( tatum cagney ) —   more two word prompts.

garrett’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, the easy grin he usually wore around her fading as quickly as it had appeared. she always did that. threw something out into the open just long enough for him to catch hold of it before yanking it back out of reach. he watched her adjust the lens on her camera with forced concentration, pretending whatever she’d almost said didn’t matter, and it frustrated him more than another loss on the ice ever could. “ no, ” he said quietly, stepping into her line of sight until she had no choice but to look at him. “ you don’t get to tell me to forget it after dangling it in my lap. ” his voice wasn’t sharp, just tired. tired of the almosts, the unfinished conversations, the way they kept circling each other without ever saying the thing that actually mattered. for a moment he searched her face, hoping she’d change her mind, hoping she’d let him in. when she didn’t, he let out a humourless laugh and shook his head. “ you know what’s funny? ” his eyes stayed fixed on hers. “ i’d rather spend an hour arguing with you than five minutes pretending I don’t care what you were about to say. ”

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @briarhq :   “ nice outfit. ” ( sage fletcher ) —   more two word prompts.

logan broke away from her just long enough to hear her laugh against his mouth, her fingers still curled in the front of his shirt like she wasn’t quite ready to let him go even for a second. when she finally spoke, it came out soft and a little breathless. his eyebrows raised before following her eyes as they flicked to the red bandana still tied around his head from while he was fixing g’s truck before she arrived. he huffed out a quiet laugh, forehead briefly resting against hers as he steadied himself, like he needed a second to remember what she’d even said. “ you’re really commenting on my wardrobe right now? ” he murmured, voice low, amused in a way that didn’t fully hide how distracted he was by her. his hand slid to her waist, holding her there like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he’d always known where she fit. “ you’ve been kissing me for the last ten minutes and this is what you choose to focus on? ” but there was no bite to it, just fondness, his eyes soft when he finally looked at her properly again. “ you can keep talking about my outfit if it means you’re not going anywhere. ”