#ramblings...to brian!✍️

[r1ddlessy]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭

warnings:pervy Brian, car sex

a/n:idrk how i feel about this but im kinda trying something new?? also it's my birthday tomorrow if anyone was wondering 💖

"Nice skirt, princess."

You scoffed in dismay and turned around to face the object of your disgust. Standing there with his signature smirk and greasy hair flopping into his eyes.

"You're a fucking creep, Brian." You hissed and he feigned hurt, placing a hand over his chest like he'd been shot.

"You're so cruel to me princess. All because I wanted to compliment a pretty girl?" He teased and you rolled your eyes.

"You're not thinking about anything other than what's under my skirt, creep." Brian shrugged in response.

"I'm also thinking about what's under your top, although i already got a pretty good look at that during algebra." He replied casually and you gasped. "Don't worry princess, I'm the only one who saw when you bent down to pick your pencil up. Shame it fell." A shiver ran down your spine at the realisation he'd managed to secure a peep-show from you without you knowing it.

"You're a perv!" You huffed and threw your purse at him in frustration. He caught it with a slight stumble and chuckled.

"Thanks for the present, princess." He teased and kept the bag out of your reach as you tried to take it back.

"give it back, Brian!" you whined and kept grabbing at it. Brian kept swiftly avoiding you until he lost his footing and slipped backwards on to his back. You would have laughed triumphantly if he didn't grab you on his way down and bring you down to fall top of him. You squealed as you landed, although Brian's body broke your fall. His oddly warm body.

"Are you ok?" His tone sounded weirdly concerned, rather than condescending.

"Yeah, I'm ok. are you?" You felt shy suddenly, very aware of the fact you were laying on top of your enemy. The logical part of your brain was telling you to get up, but the bigger part was completely consumed by Brian's warmth and the gentle touch of his hand on your back. He simply nodded in response and you both waited for the other to make the first move to get off. You felt Brian's hands pull away from your back and you were sure he was going to shove you off him, but instead he pulled you into a soft, shy kiss.

"Brian?" You whispered in shock as you pulled away.

"Sorry, did I go too far?" He looked away from you worried. You shook your head slowly.

"I think I want you to go further, actually." Your earnesty as you looked into his eyes made his own widen.

"Are you sure, princess?"

You nodded and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before slowly helping you up. Brian tugged you lightly by the arm to where his car was parked, and opened the door to the backseat for you. You rolled your eyes amusedly.

"Ever the gentleman." He smacked your ass as you crawled into the car and delighted in your squeal.

"Sorry, can't help myself now I can finally get my hands on you..." He gave you an appreciative squeeze and you rolled your eyes but subtly pushed back into his touch. Brian shut the door as he followed you in and pulled you back to sit in his lap. "C'mere, princess I wanna look at your pretty face while I'm fucking you." You felt the firmness of his bulge against you and instinctively grinded against it as Brian groaned.

"Fuck, baby I need to be inside of you right now." He hissed through his teeth and you smirked at the effect you had on him before pushing yourself up above his lap to pull your panties down and your skirt up.

"Do you have a condom in here?" You looked around and Brian sheepishly dug his fingers into his back pocket and produced the golden ticket. You couldn't help but scoff in amusement.

"Your pocket? Seriously?"

"Hey, I'm just prepared! You never know when the girl you want is gonna fall on top of you..." You smacked his shoulder lightly and giggled as you freed his cock while he opened the condom. Your eyes widened at the girth of it as you held it, heavy and weeping in your hand. Brian smirked smugly.

"I'll ease it in, don't worry princess." You nodded and slowly lowered yourself on to the tip of it while Brian held you by the hips and guided you. You whimpered softly at the stretch and Brian shushed you gently.

"It's alright, I've got you princess. I'll be gentle." He murmured and you pulled him close into you as he slowly fucked into you and filled you with his entire length. "That's it princess, you're taking my cock so well."

"I can feel it so much, fuck Brian!" You moaned as his hands travelled your body and squeezed your tits.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this for." He hissed as your walls clenched around him. You moaned as he lightly pinched at your taut nipples.

"Please, Brian!" You weren't even sure what you were asking for but Brian seemed to understand as he pushed himself into you and filled you completely and so satiatingly. Your dug your nails into his shoulders as the coil in your stomach tightened.

"Cum for me princess." His simple command was followed through and your walls squeezing around his cock. You whimpered as your orgasm washed over you and you felt Brian's warm seed follow through. You both sat in silence for a few moments, recovering respectively in each other's embrace. You nuzzled into his neck and he kissed the top of your head. "That was as incredible as I thought it would be." He murmured and you giggled.

"You're a pervert for always thinking about fucking me." You teased and he shrugged with a lazy smile.

"I can't help it when you wear these short skirts and you walk around with that good-girl attitude." He pinched the skin of your upper thigh lightly and you squealed. "Sorry, princess." He rubbed it sheepishly.

"Maybe I have a soft spot for pervs with cute smiles..." You mused and Brian kissed your temple to avoid you spotting the blush on his cheeks.

"Every princess needs her perv, I guess."

“Can you make me a burger please, perv? Your princess is starving.”

[im-his-druidess]

F u c k

Cats of Ambrose

Ambrose has stray/pet cats. They are:

Saint Bo-seph. Lester says it looks like Bo when he’s mad. Bo has denied it love, but the fluffy brown tiger cat sleeps in the shop at the front counter. The oldest cat you’ll ever see.

Pebbles. Vincent found her while he was walking with Jonesy by the river one day. The cat is missing a leg, but she is the fastest thing on the planet when she hears her food bowl getting filled. She’s a white cat with grey spots on her ears, and she has a heart-shaped spot on her nose.

Big Shit (BS for short). Bo found this tiger cat digging in the trash one night. BS then bit Bo’s arm while Bo tried to trap it. Honestly. BS would kill you for a Snickers bar. Now, it runs Wilson Avenue to Dallas Street like he owns the place. Attacks Jonesy because Big Shit can. Has killed a lot of birds and mice.

Little Shit (LS for short). Please pet her and hold her like a baby? Please, do it. She’s smaller than BS and so much more nicer, but she does dart around the shop when she has the zoomies, which she dumped HOT coffee on Bo’s crown jewels while he was under a car. He hit his head on the engine when he got burned, thus earning the name: Little Shit. You can find Bo cradling her like a baby if she’s stressed out if he thinks he’s alone.

Hoot. A black kitten Lester found while picking up road kill one morning. She sits on his shoulder like an owl while driving, meowing at every tree and leaf she sees. Biggest green eyes you’ll ever see. Hoot looks lost most of the time. No thought. Head Empty. Thinks of commuting tax fraud half the time ^•w•^

Lil Vinny (LV for short). This orange cat is missing half his face like Vincent (no ear or eye with a scarred face). The cat just came to Ambrose one day. Lil Vinny sleeps in Vincent’s bed, and sits on his lap while he draws at the desk.

Waddles the Wizard. Lester and Vincent named the black and orange turtle kitten this after it waddled out of Bo’s locked shop out of nowhere. Like, where the fuck did it come from? How did it get there?

Waffles. Honesty, Jonesy brought him home. An orange fluffy cat that curls up near the toaster and will steal cold and hot waffles if you’re not watching. He screams and screams until Bo or Vincent gives Waffles a waffle. Will attack if he doesn’t get a waffle right now.

Sweetie Bell. Bo named the little blind white kitten this after finding it in a victim’s hot car. He noticed it after towing the car to the shop, which was baking in the hot sun for 40 minutes before he could get there. When he asked the owner of the car why didn’t they tell Bo about the baby kitten, they responded with, “It’s broken. So, it deserves it for being a freak.” Let’s just say the death was slow and as painful as he possibly could make it. Once he got Sweetie Bell out of the car, he nursed it back to health and gave it all the love her could muster. He kept telling her that she’s not a freak. She is loved by all of the Sinclair brothers. (Bo will die for this kitten.)

[r1ddlessy]

brian with a reader who steals his oversized clothes

a/n:reminder that requests are open :)

"babe, where is my hoodie?"

brian's eyes narrowed at your shrugging, seeing the guilt painted on your face.

"one more time, sweetheart." he stalked over to you, arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your hips. "where is my hoodie?" his warm breath tickled the shell of your ear as he leaned closer. you swallowed hard before choosing to lie again.

"i don't know!" brian rolled his eyes.

"fine, we can do this the hard way." suddenly brian's cold finges were tickling every inch of your exposed skin. you begged for mercy between laughs but he refused until you revealed the coveted information.

"it's in the closet!" you said after gasping. brian smirked and walked over to the closet, pulling his hoodie out triumphantly.

"that's what i thought!" he laughed as he walked back over to you. he hugged you close and kissed the top of your head, slipping the hoodie around your shoulders.

"you can borrow my hoodies anytime, sugar." he teased you with the nickname often, joking you were the sweetener to his black coffee attitude. you looked up pouting.

"doesn't smell like you anymore..." you mumbled, incoherent as your face was mushed against his chest. brian's smirk turned into a grin at the newfound knowledge on why you stole his hoodies.

"i'll wear it for a week then, get it back to the desired state." he joked and you nodded happily. you melted into each other's embrace under the warm blanket of the hoodie and his comforting scent.

"what about your t-shirts?" you asked hopefully.

"now you're pushing it..."