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mothdruid · 8 months

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Losers Prize

pairing. Brian O'Conner x afab!reader

word count. 1k

warnings. this is a 18+ work, minor's buzz off. smut, fluff, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

author's note. I told all of you it was coming. i just needed to get this out of my system. so like, here's my Brian O'Conner smut fic. and i guess for reference, this is like during the second movie when Brian is in Miami. k bye.

This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. Not one bit.

You were supposed to race, win, then go home with your cash.

What wasn't supposed to happen was the fourth not showing up. What wasn't supposed to happen was Tej calling Brian O'Conner. What wasn't supposed to happen was Brian winning the damn race. And what definitely wasn't supposed to happen was you going home with Brian.

But here you were, head thrown back as Brian was eating you out. Blonde locks threaded in between your fingers, tugged on periodically. Moans were pouring from your lips, Brian not letting up no matter how hard you pulled.

"Fuck, Bri," you whimpered.

He was staring up at you, bright blue eyes locking with yours. A flick from his tongue had you breaking eye contact, rolling your head back. The barely comfortable sheets were tight in your free hand. Brian's arms were under your legs, hands on your hips to hold you in place. The thick Floridian air was making sweat permeate on the both of you.

"Tell me what you want," Brian said before lapping at your cunt again.

"What I want is for you to fuck me," you replied with a bit of bite.

Brian rolled his eyes while he sucked on your clit, hard. Your hand tightened almost painfully in his hair. You propped yourself up with one elbow to watch Brian. The tightness in your abdomen was becoming unbearable. This slinky racer had you on the edge of pleasure, giving you just enough to keep you there and not push you over.

"Come on, Brian," you whined.

Brian smirked against your cunt and decided to give you what you wanted. His tongue worked over your clit feverishly. The feeling made you drop your head back, knowing this was it.

The tightness in your abdomen snapped, pleasure washing over you. Brian's hands held your hips in place, stopping them from pressing against him too hard. Moans were falling from you, head rolling back and forth on the bed. Brian tongue didn't seem to stop, making your legs start to quiver.

"Brian, please!" You yelped, the sensations becoming too much.

The plea did its job. Brian removed himself from your lower half. He climbed up your body, diligent placed kisses on your skin the whole way up. You smashed your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips. A moan left you while your tongue roamed his. His hair was tight between your fingers.

"That enough for you?" Brian smiled against your lips.

A hand came up to cup your jaw. You opened your eyes after he broke the kiss. Your hands had moved to his shorts, unbuckling them as quick as you could. Brian let out a soft chuckle, resting his forehead against yours.

"And here I thought you didn't want to see me tonight," Brian kissed you again.

"I didn't," you started pushing his shorts and boxers down, "plan on losing either."

Brian groaned when you took him in your hand. Each stroke had him placing a kiss to your skin. Your neck, cheek, shoulder, chest, it didn't matter what body part. Brian just needed you, craved you.

Neither of you could wait anymore. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Brian groaned when his cock rubbed your cunt. The spit and cum from him eating you out made the perfect lubricant for him. The head of his cock would periodically catch against your entrance as he rutted his hips.

"Brian, if you don-" The head of his cock slipped into you, stopping your words mid sentence.

"If I don't what?" Brian asked with a smirk.

All you could respond with was a moan as he pushed deeper into you. Finally his hips were completely flush with your own, cock completely shoved inside of your cunt. You clenched around him, eliciting a groan from him. Eventually his hips started moving, thrusting in and out of you.

The rhythm was sensual yet quick. He was hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that had your whole body clenching. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close while he rammed into you. His hands were kneading your ass and sides. You couldn't keep your mind straight, thinking about all the different sensations.

Brian was nuzzled into your neck, placing soft wet kisses where ever he could. The occasional nip had you moaning loudly. He pulled back for a moment, looking down at you. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek as he went in for a bruising kiss. During the kiss his thrusts became more powerful, pushing you over the edge.

He kept thrusting in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as he could. Once it subsided, he thrusted only a few more times only to pull out and come on your stomach. The groans that he produced while coming were gorgeous. He held you carefully, trying to keep the cum from getting on himself.

Eventually, he got up and searched down a hand towel to clean you up with. He wet it before giving it to you, letting you clean yourself up. He knew that's what you preferred to do anyways, no matter how many times he tried to be gentlemanly about it. Brian found an old pair of basketball shorts on the floor, putting them on before searching a clean t-shirt for you. You happily accepted the t-shirt, slipping it on then finding your underwear to put on.

"I take it you're staying then?" Brian asked as he got on the bed next to you.

"You did take my money tonight, the least you can do is let me stay," you placed a kiss to his cheek.

Brian smiled at you.

"Hey, a race is a race," Brian playfully argued.

"I never disagreed with that," you said while cuddling into him.

"Isn't this enough of a prize?" Brian joked while gesturing to himself.

"Are you calling yourself the loser's prize?" You questioned, quirking an eyebrow up.

"Only if you're the loser."

#brian o'conner #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner x reader #brian o'conner imagine #brian o'conner fanfiction #fast and furious fanfiction #i'm so sorry but yet not sorry at all #okay bye forever

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leclercstarrs · 10 months

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the house party, brian o’conner.

summary: in which brian shows up to dom’s house party after a street race and finds a guy flirting with you!

warnings: not yet proof read!

notes: requested by anon, sorry this took so long! hope it finds you! also this was written at like 5am so it might be pure shit but enjoy!

You’re currently sitting on the small couch in Dom, your friend’s, living room. Some random guy that was at the street race earlier sits down right next to you, passing you a beer and then taking a sip out of his own. “Crazy, Torreto can’t even show up to his own party, right?” The guy jokes. You don’t find him all that funny, but you let out a fake laugh, turning slightly to admire his attractiveness. He has fluffy brunette hair with the nicest green eyes you’ve seen, paired with a baggy shirt and pants combo. “So, you got a boyfriend?” He abruptly asks you, earning a small smile from you as you shake your head. “Not much of a talker, huh? What about dancing?” He laughs, standing up and offering you his hand, wanting you to dance with him.

You contemplate the offer. You have a small thing for Brian, this new rookie racer that’s becoming friends with your friends. You met him at a street race a bit ago, he’s been on your mind ever since. Unfortunately, thinking nothing’s going to go farther than your school-girl crush, you take the guy’s hand.

“What’s your name?” You ask him as the two of you dance to the music, surrounded by other couple’s grinding up against each other.

“Tyler.” He pauses. “And what about you?”

“(Y/N).”

“Pretty name.” He grins.

The two of you are now inches apart, his hands on your waist, guiding your hips to the song. You’re so hypnotized by him that you don’t even notice Brian and Dom walking into the house at that exact moment, the blonde one watching you dance with some random guy.

“You like her?” Dom laughs, noticing the jealousy on Brian’s face as he continues to watch you from the front door, not knowing how to respond.

“What? Man, no.” He denies.

“Sure, alright.” Dom shakes his head, passing Brian a beer, the man taking it and starting to drink from it. “You should say something to her.” He continues before walking away with Letty, leaving Brian alone.

“Right.” He says to himself.

After a few minutes you notice Brian, glancing at him when you look over Tyler’s shoulder, noticing him staring the two of you down. You nod your head in his direction, acknowledging his presence as he drinks his beer in the corner of the room, some girl coming up to him a moment later. “Hey, baby, what’s your name?” The girl flirts with him, sitting on his lap and smirking. This time, it’s your turn to be jealous, glaring at the girl. You shouldn’t be getting jealous, considering you’re dancing with some guy, who you’re no longer focused on, but something about seeing Brian with that girl makes you stop dancing, leaving Tyler confused. “What’s up?” He raises an eyebrow, confused on why you stopped. “Sorry, you’re super hot, but I can’t.” You shake your head, walking away and making your way towards the blonde haired guy.

“Excuse me?” The girl that’s sitting on his lap and flirting with him questions, her tone harsh. “Wanna dance?” You ignore her and straight up ask Brian, earning a smile from him as he gently moves the girl off his lap and stands up, happily accepting your offer. “Hell yeah.” He takes your hand.

#not tyler the hottie being ditched sorry #no ending or whatever so wtv happens after is up to u👀#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fast and furious fanfic #fast and furious imagine #fast and furious imagines #fast and furious x reader #brian o’conner #brian oconner x reader #brian o'conner x reader #brian o’conner imagines #brian oconner x yn #fast and furious

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echoalyssa · 8 months

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Counterparts | Brian O’Conner

The night air is warm, almost comforting. The city of Los Angeles seemed to have decided to go to sleep tonight. The city, normally bustling with life, was quiet, peaceful. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks up at the moon.

I’m standing in front of Mercy Park’s garage checking the oil level of my bike. My brother Logan is lingering by the bay doors, rearranging a stack of Husky jacks that really did not need to be rearranged. He was skeptical about me going riding with someone outside of our crew, but I had known Brian for years.

He drove with Dominic Toretto. Toretto’s crew were technically our rivals as we worked out of the same part of LA. Though Dom and Kaneko, the leader of the Mercy Park Crew, had come to an agreement to coexist.

We’d decided to leave the JDM’s at home tonight. It was perfect weather to take the bikes out and we’d both been neglecting the machines.

The loud thrum of Brian’s bike alerts me that he is around the corner. I glance at Logan and narrow my eyes at him, begging him to go back inside and talk to Toby or Ximena. He was ridiculously worried about Brian considering his girlfriend’s dad was the cop who had almost brought us all in.

Brian comes around the corner and pulls into the garage’s parking lot. He nudges the kickstand out with his right booted foot and then turns the key in the ignition to shut the machine off. He tugs his helmet off, revealing his blonde curls and striking blue eyes. The smile that he aims at me is intoxicating.

He dismounts his bike and crosses the distance towards me. I open my arms for him immediately. His arms go around my waist, and I loop mine around his neck. He smells like oil mixed with an earthy undertone. Brian holds me for a good minute before he steps back and flashes me with that grin again.

“It’s been too long.” He glances over your shoulder and raises his hand in a wave, “Hey Logan!”

I hear the garage door close and know that my brother has finally left us alone.

“You look good.” I murmur back to him. And he does, he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He has his steel toes on and a thin gold chair dangles around his neck. He’s showered recently, his hair bearing the signs of water. Though somehow there is a dirt smudge just under his jaw, as if he just can’t quite seem to stay away from the grime of working on cars.

Brian pokes the tip of my nose with his index finger and then glances at the garage behind me. He tilts his head in the direction of the street. Even though both crews were on good terms did not mean that we should be hanging out together in broad view.

I pull my hair into a loose braid before sliding my helmet on. Brian starts his bike again, throwing a leg over. He maneuvers it backwards so that he can pull back out onto the road. It’s currently wrapped in white with the signature Toretto decals on the gas tank.

My own bike, a Kawasaki Ninja is blacked out. I went for stealth. The machine roars to life underneath me. Brian nods in my direction and together we rev the engines before taking off down the road.

I let Brian lead; I didn’t mind where we went as long as I would get an adrenaline rush. He takes us through a few side streets before we hit the ramp to the highway. He turns his head, checking to make sure that I am still behind him.

The second he confirms that I am still following behind him like his little shadow, he tucks and takes off down the empty highway. My heart soars as I accelerate after him. The red needle on my speedometer quickly craws into the triple digits.

We’re absolutely soaring, breaking felony speeds, but neither of us have plates. The wind whips his t-shirt around, making the fabric crawl upward so it bunches around his chest and exposes the hard planes of muscle.

There aren’t many people out on the highway, but we weave through the ones that are. We’re perfectly in sync, reading each other’s movements without needing to communicate. I give the throttle a little more and go surging past him, but only for a moment. He overtakes me. It continues like this for miles, each of us going for the lead. The city is a blur around us.

I outstretch a hand to the wind, feeling the way it pushes my arm back in because of the speed. Anyone who saw us together must have been in awe, we give off an almost ethereal aura. Yin and Yang. Light and dark. One and the same.

We were brothers. But bound by more than blood. We were twins as well. Counterparts. Gangster princes of the city we met.

No amount of words could describe the perfection of the moment between the two of us. A picture would do no justice.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins, one mistake and we would be dead, but there was no fear. Only the urge to go faster, to push the limits. That was the thing about Brian, he understood. That if speed was to lead to our demise, we would go out smiling.

Almost too soon, Brian drops a hand to his side, signaling that he is going to take the next exit ramp. He leans into the turn and checks once more, that I’m behind him. We maneuver down a few side roads and then come to a stop atop a hill. The stars are bright tonight, almost defying nature.

Brian dismounts his bike first, and then he’s in front of me. I haven’t even finished setting up my kickstand before his hands are pulling my helmet off and his lips are brushing against mine. I sigh into him, trusting that I can tip toe the bike and kiss him back. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of my chest

He pulls away but rests his forehead against mine, his fingers brush the strands of hair that had escaped my braid back behind my ears. “I missed you.”

The only response I can find is to pull him back towards me. There wasn’t much time to spare for either of us, both crews were constantly traveling for boosts, but the time that we did have together… we savored it. Loyalties to the crews aside, the two of us would always come back to one another.

#the fast and the furious #fast and furious #paul walker #dominic toretto #brian oconner #ride or die #jdm #Paul walker x reader #brian o'conner #brian o'conner x reader #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner imagine

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xstarkillerx · 11 months

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Trying desperately to stay a Star Wars blog while I'm being plagued with Brian O'Conner whimpering and panting, while you gently bite his neck. He puts his hand on the back of your head, curling his fingers in your hair, trying desperately not to pull too hard but it feels too fucking good headcanons 🧍

Brian O'Conner in the driver's seat of (yet another) busted up Skyline you had to help him push to the garage after surviving another one of Tej's "surprises." You on top, slowly sinking down on his thick cock while he looks up at you like you hung every star in the sky. Heavy lidded, lips parted, "Take it baby, it's yours, take what you need take what you— fuck. ride me just like that, just like that Mami," breathy and only growing more incoherent as he gets closer and closer to cumming headcanons 😕

Brian O'Conner trailing kisses down the line of your body, lips, neck, chest, stomach, thighs, bringing himself to his knees in front of you. He hooks his hands behind your thighs and guides you to sit on his pretty face, his eyes sparking, lips wet, hands gripping your ass while he eats you so fucking good. He pulls you down when he feels you hovering, locks his arms when it gets too much and you try to squirm away, he won't stop until you can't stay upright headcanons 🫣

Brian O'Conner driving at illegal speeds with one hand on the wheel, the other knuckles deep inside you. It isn't enough to cum by the time you arrive, the car's too fast, the angle's too awkward, but that isn't his goal anyway. He loves knowing that wherever you guys arrive at, you're gonna be wet and desperate for him the entire time. Loves smelling you on his fingers every time he inconspicuously swipe under his nose headcanons🥲

I'm plagued with images I tell you, riddled with them, cure me I'm begging you

#brian O'Conner headcanons #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner fic #brian o'conner x reader #fast and furious smut #sorry #donnie does 👑

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hanasnx · 4 months

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NOTES: for @xstarkillerx

You can't conceptualize what's wrong, a combination of things weighing you down as you seek out comfort. BRIAN O'CONNER sits at his work-table, sketching concept designs for the tweaks he'd like Tej to make. He's not a very gifted artist, but he's got the general idea down, at least until you pad onto the scene. As quiet as you are, he's learned your tells, glancing at you after he speaks, "What's up, sweetheart?" he asks, a little curl to his lips at the sight of you rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. You don't say anything, coming up to his side to fix your hands on his thigh, hoping to silently grab his attention while you wait for him to notice you. It takes him a second, but he does, gazing at you more deliberately this time. You exchange a look, and he adjusts in his seat to accommodate you while you invite yourself onto his lap.

You nestle in, tucking your head under his chin with a sigh. With an arm, he secures you, drawing you into him to get more comfortable himself, he inclines into you, curling his body around you as if you're his centerpiece. Gently, he bounces you on his leg, eyeing the tip of your nose. "S'the matter, bunny? Don't feel like talking?" You're unresponsive, you don't even look at him, and he strokes your back with his big hand. "I got it. Don't worry, I got it." Sweetly, he rubs his cheek on the top of your head, ending it with an affectionate kiss.

#indy: drabbles #ch: brian #moot: donnie #brian o'conner fluff #brian o'conner x reader #brian o'conner x you #brian o'conner x y/n #brian o'conner imagine #brian o'conner fic #brian o'conner fanfic #brian o'conner fanfiction #fast and furious x reader #fast and furious imagine #fast and furious fic #fast and furious fanfiction

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evermoresversion · 10 months

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ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙nothing's right, brian o'conner.﹚

PAIRING Brian O'Conner x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Pregnancy, established relationship.

SUMMARY After several mishaps in their relationship, they were finally able to have their first child.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | BRIAN'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

The two of you had been in a relationship for at least five years, even longer.

Ever since you first met while he was undercover, you caught his eye.

Although you had your ups and downs because of the missions, discovering that he was a policeman and everything that happened after that, you managed to keep your relationship stable.

So much so that both were expecting your first child.

They were the last days of the last week of pregnancy.

The contractions were getting more and more painful, the baby was clinging more. There was no doubt, your child with Brian was about to be born.

And one day in particular that Brian was with Dom doing God knows what, you broke your waters.

Luckily you were with Mia and she quickly took you to the hospital, running a couple of red lights and breaking some transitory laws, the normal thing.

Mia called her brother and Brian, who also arrived as fast as they could.

"Where is she?" Brian asked looking for you with a nurse, she led her to your room where you were still having contractions. "Everything's fine." He took your hand and you squeezed it hard, too hard to tell the truth.

"Nothing's right O'Conner!" you exclaimed feeling the pain from your back to your abdomen, making you gasp in pain.

It was little to say that he was starting to panic not knowing what to do and seeing you in so much pain.

But as soon as the labor passed and you left his hand more sore than ever, he was relieved when you already had your baby in your arms.

He kissed your head closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying it, while tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks.

"I love you, you did well, love." He commented repeatedly kissing your forehead.

They took your baby to check that everything was in order and put it in the incubator.

"I love you more, thank you." you murmured smiling, caressing his hand that was on your cheek.

"Thanks for what?"

"For all."

#val's version #brian o'conner #brian o'conner fanfic #brian o'conner imagines #brian o'conner imagine #brian o'conner x reader #brian o'conner x y/n #brian o'conner angst #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner fluff #fast and furious #fast and furious fanfic #fast and furious movie #f&f #f&f fanfic #spdergirl

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dcrkfics · 1 year

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Saved by your stepdad

summary: Your stepfather saves you from going to prision but at what cost?

warnings: smut, non con intercourse, stepdad trope, penetration, choking, infidelity, begging, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

a/n : I absolutely love fast and the furious and especially Brian so Imma start writing him more

word count | 1.3k

pairings | Step Father!Brian O Conner x stepdaughter!Reader.

“I can explain!” You yelled as your moms husband practically dragged you through the door.

“I literally caught you helping your boyfriend flush tons of cocaine down the toilet in your apartment. There isn’t any reasonable explanation for that.” Brian slammed the door. You stepped towards the living room. “Did you also help him murder that guy too?” He asked. “No Brian listen Mark is innocent I am innocent. Mark told me he was forced to carry the drugs with him he didn’t want to!” You explained. “You know that piece of shit was lying to you. Its what hes been doing for the past two years!” Brian yelled.

“Your lucky I was the one who walked in. The one who saw you because if I didn’t you’d be rotting away in a prison cell by now.” Brian exclaimed as he walked towards you. “I'm sorry” you mumbled.

Brian sighed and took off his jacket. Still contemplating what he was gonna do about you. “So what's gonna happen to Mark is he going…” “You're still thinking about that stupid boy after everything he did to you?” Brian asked. “Well…” “Don't even answer that” Brian yelled. You jumped when he yelled all the emotions you experienced tonight we're making you jittery and seeing Brian mad at you made you even more nervous.

Brian barely married your mother last year. You decided to move out with your boyfriend because you didn’t want to be a burden to your mom and her husband. Brain has always been respectful and kind towards you. Always welcoming you. You never saw him this angry then again you gave him all the reason to be.

“Is mom here?” You asked. You hadn’t heard her footsteps but her car was in the driveway. “My god you don’t even know?” He scoffed, shaking his head. His fingers grazed his chin looking at you.

“What kind of daughter are you? One thing is not answering your moms calls but not even reading her text messages? Grandma is sick and your mom went to visit her for a couple of weeks.” Brian shook his head. Your stomach churn. You had been so caught up in your boyfriend's mess that you didn’t even make time to call your mom back. You hated yourself right now you felt the tears forming and you couldn’t control them as they raced down your face.

“You were the most well behaved and sweetest girl when I first met you.” Brian walked towards you. His fingers collected the tears that spilled from your eyes. “All of sudden you ignore your mothers text, you dont visit her anymore, you are doing drugs now or worse dealing them?” He said as his hands stroked the side of cheek. “Either your incredibly in love with that son of a bitch or he fucks you so good your a cock dumb whore that does whatever he says” Brian hand was now around your neck choking you as you struggled to breathe. “Please Brian” You gasped as you grabbed onto his arm trying to move his hand but it was no use he was stronger.

“Not to mention your so fucking ungrateful.” Brian’s hands gripped your throat tighter as you tried to gasp for more air. “The first thing you do when we get here is ask about him. Fine you want to be with him we can take you to the station.” Brian's hand moves to your hair pulling it to drag you out the door.

“No Brian please! I'm sorry thank you thank you please don't take me I’ll be good I'm done with him please” you begged. Brian let go of your hair, smirked at how easy it was to get you to beg.

“You want to thank me? Then get on your knees.” Brian practically pushed your head down forcing you to get on your knees. “Brian please not this I’ll do anything else I’ll pay you money… or something else but not this please what will mom say?” You cried looking up at him through your lashes.

A dark chuckled escaped him as he unbuckled his pants. “All of sudden you care about her opinion” Brian taunted. “If you really care about what your mom thought you wouldn’t have even interacted with Mark. Why dont you be a good girl and open your mouth.” He said as he pulled down his boxers to free his springing erection.

You did as he said and opened your mouth wide enough to try and accommodate his size. You cringed at the fact that you would be sucking off moms husban. You closed your eyes as you took him in. Your tongue licking the precum. Although you were freaking out you had to control your breathing as you slowly wrapped your mouth around him. Tired of your slow pace Brian grabbed your hair and began to fuck your throat at a faster pace. You gagged repeatedly as he continued with no remorse for your throat. Your eyes filled with tears while drool seeped out of your mouth. You silently curse your body’s reaction as you felt yourself growing wet. You weren’t enjoying this but rather it was a reflex your body had everytime you sucked someone off it usually led to sex you were hoping this wasn’t one of those times. Brian's breathing labored. You felt him shake as he came inside your mouth, some of it drooling out. Brian removed his dick from your mouth as his finger guided whatever fluids had escaped from your mouth back into it. He didn’t even tell you to swallow you just did. “Already becoming such a good girl for your daddy…” He smirked at you as you looked up at him.

“I still dont feel appreciated enough… on your hands and knees.” He demanded. Your eyes widened but you were still obedient turning around and balancing on your hands and knees. Brian slowly lifted up the knee length dress you wore.

He pressed himself against your clothe core and leaned towards your ear… “Ungrateful girls get fucked on the floor… hope you can handle the rug burn.” He smirked as you tilted your head down accepting your fate.

“Fuck your soak” He commented as he inserted a finger inside you. “What do you think your mom will think if she knew you got wet just by sucking off her husband huh?” He teased. You felt him insert an extra finger and you welcomed him. You bit your lip trying to gulp down any moans. You weren’t enjoying this but your body seemed to and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking you were.

He removed his fingers expecting his cock you were surprised when instead you were met with his tongue. Brian's tongue went to work. Licking your juices and yapping at your core. Just when he believed you were ready for him he removed his tongue and aligned his cock with your entrance.

You gasped as he forced himself inside you. Not leaving you room for your body to get used to him. He began to thrust, a hand on your hip to keep you still while the other hand was on the back of your head forcing your cheek to touch the carpet beneath you. “Fuck your clenching so hard around me.” Brain breathed as he slammed into you. “Your so quiet… its okay to enjoy this… I know you do.” Brian said. You didn’t reply, you thought it would be safer to stay quiet. “But your silence just proves that I can fuck you when your mom is around your such a good girl not making any sounds.” He talked. You tensed at that statement dreading to think that he was going to do this again. “Damn you clenched even harder. You like that idea? You want to get your brains fuck out by stepdad when your mom’s around.” You tried to shake your head no but it was useless. He continued to thrust into you before he slammed his hips one last time and let his release inside you. “You on the pill baby girl?” You shook your head no. “We’re going to have to fix that.” Brain said as he pulled out of you and placed his jeans back on.

“Tomorrow you're moving back in here. Unless you want to spend 20 years of your life in prison you will do as I say. Understand?” He asked. But it wasn’t a question, it was a demand. You nodded your head insinuating that you understand.

buy me a coffee <3

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b4tm4nn · 6 months

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The rise of Brian O’Conner is coming back again and I’m HERE for it👍🏽

#I fucking LOVE HKM #I miss Paul Walker so much bro like you DONT understand #now gimmie Leon 👹#speed racer ass #paul walker #zoom zoom #fast and furious #brian o'conner x reader #lelly ᯓ★

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yoooitssalexx · 6 months

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Can you tell us more about Isabella Montoya? Like, what’s her personality, goals, favorite things, hobbies, stuff like that.

Meet Isabella Montoya :

Isabella Olivia Montoya

24 years old

Comes from a big Latin family,her mother died when she was a young girl so she was raised by her father. Her father and uncle owned an automotive repair shop,both men passionate about cars and racing which was then passed to the young Latina.

When he was diagnosed with cancer when Isabella was 16,she did some things she wasn’t proud of and by the time she was 20 her father died and she fell deeper into that hole which she didn’t get out of until she was 23,her past soon coming to bite her in the ass and remind her that no matter how fast your drive your past isn’t always left in the rear view.

Now enjoying her newfound freedom and deciding to live her life one day at a time and make the most of it,she’s gained back her confidence of which she was stripped of.

She’s enjoying traveling currently,just trying to make her way back to the confident woman she once was and redefine herself. Meeting new people and trying new things are currently the only things on her list,deciding to always say yes and never miss an opportunity. Making money to have fun and live off of,finding the local race scene being her solution to it. Good food,good company,and a good time is all that she’s looking for. Parties and local clubs where she can embrace her Latin roots and dance.

When she was young Isabella was always the life of just having fun and laughing,the secret she tries to keep buried holding all of the reasons why she changed. Now she’s back and better than ever,confident in her beauty and not letting anyone or anything intimidate her. A playful spirit,she loves teasing and making jokes. A loyal and stubborn woman,she’s a Latina through and through.

Deciding to steer away from love to protect herself,she never counted on falling in love with an ex cop with his own past.

#brian o'conner x reader #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner imagine #brian o’connor #brian oconner #miami #2 fast 2 furious #paulwalkerfanfiction #paul walker smut #paul walker imagine #paul walker #yoooitssalexx writes #on the road

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kassiekole22 · 3 days

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Joy Ride

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader

Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.

Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. 😂 I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! 🖤 (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? 👀)

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𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

2002

The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.

I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.

The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.

I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.

"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.

Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"

Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.

"We don't gotta take you home. The night's still—" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "—Well, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."

I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.

"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.

I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.

"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.

He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars.

But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.

I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.

With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.

I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.

"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.

"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.

I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous game—playing with speed in such a way—but a thrilling one, for sure.

Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"

With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.

Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.

But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.

"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."

I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legend—a local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something else—something friendly and inviting.

"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.

The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.

He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.

So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.

Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the air—the sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.

"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.

"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.

"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."

My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.

I continue to study him—the way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.

"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.

We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite special—maybe even magical.

The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.

I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long one—with plenty of traffic and bumps ahead—but the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

#2 fast 2 furious #brian o'conner #brian o'conner x reader #KassieBrianOConnerFanFics

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jsalter39 · 7 months

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Interested?

Would anyone be interested in a multi chapter Fic set in fast and furious universe? I haven't seen many and the idea just kinda hit me.

#x reader #fast and furious #brian o'conner x reader #reader insert #dominic toretto #mia toretto #2 fast 2 furious

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synnamonroll666 · 23 days

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Blog Update

Soooo, I finally just got moved into my new house! It will take awhile for me to get caught up on things but I'm officially free enough to start taking requests again! The ones in my inbox already, don't worry! I got them! They will be ready in a little bit. And also, I have recently grown a small obsession with Brian O'Conner (Just watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time and yeah, I'm in love. 😍) So I'd be down to take requests for him now too. It would be nice to switch things up every once in awhile. Anyway, it's good to be back!

#i'm back bitches #new beginnings #new fandoms #brian o'conner #brian o'conner x reader #let's do this

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lily-174 · 8 months

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Updated wattpad masterlist ❤️

✍️: @pizzaboyrheewp

Memory Series (The Walking Dead)

> Never ending memories || Book 1

> Memory of devotion || book 2

> destruction of memories || book 3

description:

Alex Grimes, the niece of Rick and Lori grimes alone after being split from her group, Dealing with the loss of her best friend… after defying all odds and being reunited with her family, She helps her uncle fight for a future finding love along the way but does that love last with the things they face?

💌: Alex Grimes x Glenn Rhee

💌: multi oc from the second book

💌: love interests for rosita, negan etc

Street racers in Chicago (fast and furious x chicago pd)

description:

Street racer Ashley Quinn turned detective… After facing a trauma in LA, Ashley Ran leaving her lover and family behind her anxiety and fear too much to bare. Six years later she’s a detective in Chicagos intelligence unit still hiding the grief and guilt she left LA with. yet what happens when those secrets are let out and the past reveals more then just memories?

💌: Ashley Quinn x Brian O’conner x Jay Halstead

Leaving tonight (Teen Wolf)

description: Aurora hadfield had just returned to beacon hills after leaving the town in middle school. Hoping to find out more information on her peculiar experiences she befriends none other than Scott and Stiles. Yet maybe returning to beacon hills was the worst decision she’d ever made…

💌:Aurora Hadfield x Stiles Stilinski

Something in the Orange (Chicago Fire)

description: Harley Flores, looking for a new job after 8 years with the 3rd battalion 75th rangers regiment. back in chicago she goes to the only person she trusts, Her brother, Detective Isaac Flores and he recommends none other than the fire academy… What happens when her brother convinces chief boden she’s worth his time and the free candidate spot on truck 81?

💌: Harley Flores x Matt Casey

Taste of Solitude (Twilight x Teen wolf)

The Lewis twins of Scott McCalls pack leaving beacon hills following the death of their mother. Believing their father was bringing them to a calm town where their Uncle and Cousin resided. Only to be lead to another town laced with legends and secrets…

💌: Violet Lewis x Jacob black

Shrivelled roses

His eyes sparkled warm sun-lit ocean currents with threads of emerald green, and far too beautiful to belong to a monster. A monster held prisoner by the sun falling in love with a girl who resembled the warmth of the biggest star in our sky… The sun.

💌: Stefan Salvatore x Aelia Miller

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echoalyssa · 7 months

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Blinks | Brian O'Conner

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It was known throughout the entire crew that losing a car would hurt just as much as losing a person. We all knew that we had formed bonds with our cars in ways that no one would understand until they experienced it themselves. The second you sat in the driver’s seat; the car became an extension of yourself. The two of you were one, biological and material parts meshed together.

I’m on my knees, my hands are resting on top of my thighs, palms upward. The tears that seep from my eyes burn. Someone is crying so, so loud. There are hands on my shoulder’s keeping me from falling forward. I can’t even keep myself upright…

How had this happened? One second, I had been speeding down the mountain pass, and the next I was scrambling away from the burning wreckage.

The entire engine bay is in flames, thick plumes of smoke spiral up into the sky. His horn blares loudly. Both blinkers still flash at me and the last remaining headlight peers at me. I can smell my car burning, chunks of flames fall to the ground around it. He was so strong, holding on as long as he could. My car has reached its end though and the horn stutters before it cuts out completely. The remaining headlight goes dark, as if someone had just blown out a candle. Almost immediately, his blinkers go dark. The last blinks… his final goodbye as he went willingly to wherever the souls of cars go.

It's utterly silent now, except for the crackling of the flames and my sobs. The trees spiral high into the sky on all sides, almost sealing us from the world. A private death. He had sacrificed himself to save my life.

I can feel my boyfriend behind me, his fingers rubbing at the back of my neck soothingly. Brian had lost his eclipse earlier in the year, so he understood everything that was running through me. I had been building this car for just under two years. I had dumped thousands of dollars into it, replacing every part of a sixteen-year-old car that I could. And beyond everything, I had walked through life every day with this car by my side. My first car.

Every time I had needed a release, something to keep me sane, I would drive. There is no better partnership than a driver and their car. No one would ever know the car the way the driver would. But what is a driver without their car? Nothing.

~~~

Brian

She sobs, she’s desperate, just trying to get to her car. I tighten my grip on her, whispering to her. All she wants is to throw herself into the flames. She pulls and strains against my hold and part of me worries that she might bruise under my fingers. I can see the life slowly leaving her car. There would be no coming back from a fire of that magnitude.

“Please Brian. Please!”

It’s quite possibly one of the saddest things that I have ever seen. Her car holds on as long as possible, crying for help but proud that it had fulfilled its promise of keeping her safe. There was barely a scratch on her. She’s sobbing so hard that I’m worried she’ll forget to breathe.

Hopefully, the rest of the crew would arrive with extinguishers soon. Maybe then she would be able to save something from the car. We could build another car, but it couldn’t just be any car. When choosing a car there was a feeling, that if it was right, it would just feel right.

I had taught her how to drive manual in this car all those years ago, we had had out first kiss standing on top of it. All of that, ripped away in a single second. Gone.

“Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay…” She whispers, so quiet and broken by her hiccupping breaths that I can barely hear it.

When the crew finally arrives, she is just sitting on the pavement staring numbly at the still burning frame of her first car. Her eyes are dry, having already spent all the tears, but there is a haunted look to them. As if, a part of her burned right along with her car.

Thick foam from the extinguishers coats the engine bay and the front fenders. The flames do not give up easily, fighting to stay alight. She watches the whole process in the same spot that she had been in for over an hour now.

When the flames are finally gone and all that is left is the ash, she stands up. She picks her way over to the corpse and then lowers herself to the ground in front of the frame. Her forehead falls forward, landing on the car’s bumper. She presses her palm flat against it.

It’s a hauntingly beautiful picture. A last goodbye.

I let her take as much time as she needs but it is getting cold. I shrug off my jacket and approach her slowly. I drape it over her shoulders and lean down to press a kiss to her temple. I use the back of my hand to brush the tears from her face and then brush the stray strands of her hair away from her eyes.

“If you knew it was your last drive, would you have still gone?”

“Yes.” She whispers, without hesitation.

#brian oconner #brian o'conner imagine #brian o'conner x reader #fast and furious #paul waker #paul walker x reader

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