#brian o'conner imagine

[mothdruid]

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."

[hanasnx]

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.

[evermoresversion]

MIRROR SEX, BRIAN O'CONNER.

TW/TAGS Established relationship, rough sex (kinda), mirror sex, porn without a plot, dirty talk, fluff ending. Lmk if I forgot something.

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"Look at you, that's a pretty little slut." Brian hissed, pounding into you while you were in the doggy position. A mirror was positioned in front of the bed, letting you see your reflection and the expressions on Brian's handsome face.

The stretch he was doing inside you felt so good it made you roll your eyes into the back of your skull.

"Fuck, Brian, more, please, faster." You moaned loudly as you felt him grab your hair with one of his hands as he slammed his hips against yours making you see stars.

You bit your lip hard as you felt the pleasure build up more and more inside your tummy.

"Are you going to cum? Are you going to fucking cum? Yeah? Are you going to cum on my cock?" His voice came out raspy and breathy from the force with which he was pounding inside you while nothing but moans and gasps came out of your lips.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" You repeated like a prayer, feeling that tingling throughout your body as soon as you started to climb that climb.

"Cum, go ahead." He didn't have to say it twice as soon as you felt that knot in your stomach burst, making you let out a cry of pleasure.

"Fuck." You whimpered and felt Brian come inside you as his thrusts decreased in intensity and you felt him soften.

He sighed and you saw in the reflection of the mirror that he closed his eyes breathing heavily. When he opened them he met your eyes and smiled fondly at you.

"Come here." He reached for you, wrapping his arms around your torso and laying you both down. Laying face to face, he moved your hair away from your forehead and placed a kiss on the area. "I love you, angel."

"I love you even more." You whispered.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[echoalyssa]

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.

[yoooitssalexx]

M A S T E R L I S T

V I K T O R D R A G O

Ignoring the past: Balboa!daughterxViktor Drago

In which the daughter of famous heavy weight champ Rocky Balboa begins a tumultuous relationship with the son of an old enemy who brings up too many painful memories.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // in progress

B R I A N O' C O N N E R

On the road: Latina OFC x Brian O'Conner (NEW WIP!)

In which a beautiful Latina and a handsome ex cop meet on the road and fall in love, only to discover they both are keeping secrets.

Meet the Characters //

[sukunasbow]

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.

[fangirlings-things]

Being a part of the team would include headcanons

anon said: hello!! can I please request some headcanons where reader is a part of the fast and furious team and maybe even their reaction to finding out brian is a cop? thank you!!

A/N: heyy, love!! thank you for requesting, hope you like this, sorry for the long wait!

THIS IS SET IN THE FIRST MOVIE AND WITH THE ORIGINAL TEAM, WHILE BRIAN WAS WORKING UNDERCOVER

TAG LIST IS OPEN

You met Dom and Letty at a race night downtown

They like the respect you show others, treating them as equals despite whomever they were and of course, they like the way you drive

And so, they tell you to race with them

Although you lost to Dom, you did manage to beat Letty in a race, and she chuckles when you compliment her about her driving and says that you only won because of luck

She even tried to give you her car, as you two had bet, but you tell her to keep it. Your garage was too small for two cars anyway, and in that moment Dom decides he really likes you

He invites you to his house for a beer later on that day with them and some other friends, and you accept

Dom's house was quite welcoming. There were people entering and leaving through the front door and loud music came from the inside, as well as the smell of beers

Once inside, Dom and Letty gave you a Corona and introduced you to their team, their family

Jesse, Leon, Mia and Vince. They were all cool and welcomed you with taps on the shoulder and smiles, followed by laughing and congratulations when they heard you had beaten Letty on a race

After that day, you would often meet in races and enjoy some friendly time together

More and more, you started to get invited to their parties and family meals and when they told you to make the prayers one day before starting to eat, that's when you knew you had been completely and without a doubt accepted.

You were a part of their family now and as you had none ever since you were just a teen, you felt more than happy about having people to love and call yours

One year later, it felt like you had always been there with them, sharing almost every day and meal together. You had developed different relationships with all of them and yet, they all loved you and you loved them

Dom watched over you like a little sibling, always caring for your well being and making sure you were good. He deeply appreciated the time you spent in the garage together, fixing cars and drinking Coronas

Letty loves the fact that you are always up for anything she has in mind. Let's race? Sure, get in. Wanna grab a beer? Yeah, of course. Let's make some popcorn and watch a movie with the others in the living room? Turn on the TV, I'll grab the popcorn. You are very good friends, and that's special to her

Mia likes the fact that even though you run with the team and take part in all their dangerous doings, she has never seen you mistreating people or being violent without extreme necessity. Your heart is good, and she values that

Jesse feels comfortable enough around you to speak a lot about the functioning of the cars he is currently working on. You don't mind him sounding like a know-it-all, like the others sometimes do. He is very smart and gifted, and so you were very interested to know even a bit of what he knew

Leon enjoys your company for practically everything but what he likes the most, is when you and him go to the races together in the same car when you do not intend to run on that night and you keep watch over the police radio together while the others run. He used to do it alone all the time and to have a company for it, comment the races and compliment other people's cars, just makes him feel really good

Vince was a bit distant in the beginning. Not because he didn't like you, but that's just the way he is with strangers. He warmed up little by little to you and finally, after some months where racing and drinking together became a thing to you both, you came to the conclusion that you could finally call him a friend

Things went perfectly, you felt much better than when you lived all alone across the city and on top of that, you were all making really good money with the truck robbery's

And then, Brian came

The first few times you saw him eating those horrible sandwiches, you knew he was there just because of Mia. You teased her a lot about it, and she just rolled her eyes at you

Vince didn't like him at all, and more than once you had stopped him from just going and beating the blond right then and there

When Brian started racing with you and getting invited to the house, you were friendly with him, because that had been you in his place not so long ago

You liked the guy, even though he was most of the time too reckless for his own sake

You became friends too, and he would come to you to ask questions about things he didn't understand or about the others

And you casually tell him over a few beers in the porch, just enjoying the breeze and laughing together

When you found out he was a cop, you felt extremely betrayed

Because you had been the one to tell him a lot of the things he knew about the team and guilt consumed you

Also, he had been tricking Mia, and you loved her like a sister

You couldn't look him in the eye, couldn't believe he had been faking all that time you spent together, racing together

He wasn't your friend, he was just a cop doing undercover work

And that hurt you a great deal not just because he had hurt you

But also, because he had hurt your family

[thefanficmonster]

These bad omens...

Sean Boswell x Reader (Female) [Fast and Furious]

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Romance

Summary: A few illegal endeavors, close calls and dangerous stunts are but a walk in the park when you love somebody.

It's two in the fucking morning and he should be asleep. Hell, he was sound asleep just half and hour ago when his ringing phone snatched him from the comfortable slumber. He doesn't recall much of what happened between the moment the call hung up and the present but he's sure it's partly his fault.

What is it that's his fault, you might be wondering.

Nothing much other than the fact that he's found himself eerily lurking near a guarded junkyard at this odd hour.

Sure, he could've - and probably should've - said no. He didn't even have to pick up the phone. Truthfully, he probably wouldn't have had it been anybody else on the other line.

He never learned to say no to her, as it would seem. He'd rather get himself a criminal record than let her down. That might sound like an exaggeration but seeing as how the favor she asked of him isn't particularly legal, I believe I'm not at all blowing the situation out of proportion.

"Hey!" The whisper-yell snaps him from his thoughts with a full body jolt of panic.

Whirling around to where the voice came from, Sean finds Y/N sitting atop the trunk of his Nissan Sylvia, grinning from ear to ear. It's no wonder she hasn't been caught for her shenanigans yet when you take into consideration the fact that she just spawned behind him without a single sound that would give away her presence.

Instead of voicing the shock caused by her sudden appearance, he resorts to trying to put up one last pillar of opposition - not a particularly steady one though. It's not like he's about to turn back now. When it comes to her, he's all in.

"This better be important."

Y/N rolls her eyes, carelessly swinging her feet as she leans back on the palms of her hands, sprawled on the trunk lid, "You know I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important."

Sean gives her his signature 'you can't be serious' look. "You've called me for all kinds of bullshit in the past. But now you're crossing into felony territory and I'd like a debriefing before I dive head-first into whatever you're planning." He tries to play this stern part to the best of his abilities but he knows full well he's gonna begrudgingly agree to whatever shenanigans she proposes.

Y/N lets out a long sigh, clasping her hands together before hopping down, "Ok, so, there's been a slight change of plans. I originally called you to be my lookout while I scour the junkyard for anything useful. But, since you were late, I took the risk of going in on my own and it wasn't nearly as difficult or dangerous as I thought. So, we don't need anyone standing watch, which is the good news. However, the issue we have now is one of power lifting because I'm gonna need your help discreetly carrying out a V8 car engine from that junkyard right there."

Sean only realizes he's gaping at her when he feels his jaw grow stiff and he reminds himself to close his mouth and organize his thoughts before he starts picking apart her plan.

The problem is he doesn't even know where to start with his line of questioning.

Knowing Y/N, he doesn't even bother with the logical aspect of the matter - like, I don't know, how the hell they're gonna lift an engine that might weigh anywhere between 300 and 900 pounds. Instead, he focuses on the centerpiece of questions poking at his brain.

"Why the hell are we stealing a potentially fucked engine you might not even be able to use in the end? And what are you even gonna try and use it for?"

Y/N gives him a look that practically scolds him for asking something that, in all honesty, he's well within the right to question. Still, she makes it seem as if he should've already known the answers to both his questions.

"First, I know the engine is functional. In exceptional condition, even. I wouldn't be going through all this trouble and dragging you all the way out here if I wasn't absolutely sure of that. Second, you know I have an important client order I'm working on. This car, it's gonna be a fucking rocket, Boswell. After I finish it, we'll never have to worry about money again. You'll get your share for your sacrificed sleep and heavy lifting, I promise. Just don't leave me high and dry, please, Sean." She's all but giving him puppy dog eyes right now - the look contradicting the rest of her in her entirety with her jet black hair, hoop earrings and plentiful tattoos. She really is as tough as she looks....unless she needs to talk Sean into something he wouldn't even consider if anyone else was asking it of him.

But she's always been his soft spot since the day they met.

And he's always been her omen. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but an omen none the less.

That being said, it's no surprise he cannot stand those puppy dog eyes without caving with a long, exasperated sigh.

He reaches out a hand, ruffling her hair, "Let's go get you your engine, you brat."

The childlike glee that lights up her features makes every bead of sweat, every second of sleep, every close call he's endured because of her so fucking worth it.

* * * * *

"Do you trust me?!" Y/N screams in order for him to hear her over the roar of the car engine as they're practically flying down the open road, the wheels not even touching the pavement at certain points.

Sean's heart is in his stomach and in his throat simultaneously, and it somehow grows even more restless when he hears her ask him that question that often leads to being either taken into custody or to a hospital.

Still, despite his self preservation instinct, he answers with a definite "Yes"

They are currently taking the car she's been building this past year for a test drive before Y/N hands it over to her mysterious anonymous client. She's named the beauty of a car The Vulture and it's pretty damn fitting. Sean can't help but feel jealous of this unknown character who will be able to call this car their own in just a couple days at most.

As soon as Sean's answer registers, Y/N tears her gaze away from the road, turning to look at him in the passenger seat instead, "I hope you meant that 'yes' with your entire soul because this is one of the most fucked up tricks Brian has ever taught me." She laughs, the sound displaying her disbelief in both the fact that she's actually doing it - driving and accelerating without even side-glancing at the road - and the fact that Sean hasn't looked away from her either. Not even a hint of panic on his face, not even a flinch. In fact, he's smirking at her.

Had it been anyone else behind the wheel, he'd no doubt be feeling a sickening sense of dread nestling in his stomach right about now. He'd no doubt see all the crashes he's ever been in flashing before his eyes, moments before disaster, the aftermath that would follow. All of it. But the most prominent would probably be the image of a burning car on the side of this very hill, a horrific glow in the dark and otherwise peaceful night. The car that he himself had dragged Y/N out of after she'd been de-roaded during a race.

Ever sine the accident, she's taken to calling herself his bad omen. The problem, the trouble.

She doesn't know that the adjectives he has in mind for her are quite the opposite.

It's her that's panicking when she sees him reach down to unbuckle his seatbelt, silently handing his fate over, placing it in her hands that are tightly clutched around the steering wheel, maneuvering it as if it's second nature without the need for her to even spare the road a glance.

That gesture alone would've been enough to make her fall in love with him had she not already been head over heels for him for years. Unfortunately, with nothing to show for it though.

Soon enough they near the end of the road - a lookout point at the only peak of the horizons that is accessible by car. There is a metal railing on the edge of the cliff - one she needs to mentally measure the distance of because she's still stubbornly refusing to look.

Lucky for Sean, she's always been good at math.

With a sharp 180 drift, the car comes to a harsh halt, its position reversed with the trunk facing the incredible sunset view over Tokyo.

Both Sean and Y/N are panting once the car engine's roar is silenced by the turn of the key. The Vulture goes quiet and still, and yet the driver and passenger haven't moved an inch, let alone look away from one another.

"Come on..." Y/N finally manages to find her voice even with her own heartbeat deafening her, "We can't miss the sunset."

They step out of the car, coming around to the trunk to lean against it and admire the view before them - a once in a lifetime type of sight. They bask in the last of the sun's rays before they slowly sink beneath the opposite summit, letting a comfortable silence hang over them.

Y/N extends a hand between them, the keys to The Vulture dangling from the key ring on her pointer finger.

Sean looks at the keys she seems to be offering him, inspecting them as well as her face with quirked eyebrow, waiting for the catch. "You want me to drive him on the way back."

"No, I want you to take good care of him and smoke any race you sign up for with him. Got it?" She replies, still looking out at the sunset as she gives the keys a little rattle, enticing him to take them.

Sean is more than stunned, gazing down at her as if she'd grown a second head. His gaze shifts quickly though when he takes in the golden glow of the sunset splayed across her face, reflecting in her eyes as she marvels at the horizon.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asks after taking a beat to recollect himself. He's caught himself looking and thinking about her in more than platonic way several times throughout the long years of knowing her. Never once has he let it bleed over into his actions though. He'd gaze at her as if she were the only person in the room, he'd say yes to anything before she'd even have the chance to finish voicing the thought. He'd jokingly suggested building her a car even.

Never did he think she felt the same way though. Especially in such a literal sense on that last entry to the list.

Y/N nods, finally tearing her eyes away from the gorgeous sight, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, threatening to turn into one of those smiles of hers he finds impossibly adorable. She'd kill him if he said that though. She's adamant she's not adorable. Oh if only she could see herself from his eyes.

"Mhmm...." she gives the keys another rattle, bringing her hand closer, "You've been my favorite client thus far."

The words take a second to register, but once they do, he doesn't reach for the keys. He reaches for her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in for a tight embrace. He lifts her off the ground, giving her a couple spins in the air, causing her to squeal and kick her feet as she laughs, demanding to be set back down.

When he does eventually listen, he turns and sits her atop Vulture's trunk, standing between her legs with his hands still on her waist. They don't remain there, though, instead venturing up to cup her face, his forehead rested against his as he gazes into her eyes.

"You have no idea how incredible you are." He whispers, not recognizing his own honesty.

She grins back at him, her heart beating out of her chest, "Even a bad omen can bring something good with it every once in a while." She whispers with a small chuckle.

"Oh you're an omen, alright." It's true, ever since they've met, it's all been bad omens around them, as if warning them. Warning them that forever and a day could very easily end today. A reminder that if they don't come clean and be true to one another as well as themselves now or soon, they might never get the chance to. Some doors you just can't hold open once they've started closing.

The best time to say what's been biting at his heart was years ago. The second best time is right now.

And the fucker still doesn't say it. He lets her read between the lines of their lips as they connect with the sunset as a backdrop. And oh how symbolic it is, commencing this new beginning atop the very hill he nearly lost her on.

Y/N's got one thing right - some bad omens do bring something good with them after all

[nightingale2004]

Fast and furious oc's introduction

The leader: Andrea "Andy" Isabela Ortiz

Faceclaim: Isabela Merced

She is the biological daughter of Leticia "Letty" Ortiz and Dominic Toretto

Andy was born 8 months after Dom left Letty and was left outside of an orphanage

Andy bounced from foster home to foster home growing up

Her one foster parent taught her about cars. How they worked, the feel of the car, how to drive, drift, etc. It was the one home she spent with a long period of time.

Started street racing when she was 14 in secret

She inherited a love for a 1970 dodge charger (she gets it from her dad, and it was her second car)

She had a little business of her own where she steals cars and car parts and sells them to her clients, but now they expanded to getting objects for people who pay big money

She's a skilled auto mechanic, master at engineering, a very strategic racer, skilled fighter, and values loyalty in her crew

Let's meet Andy's crew, shall we?

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The fighter: Westley "Wes" Anthony Kincaid

Faceclaim: Hero Fiennes-tiffin

Wes is originally from London England

He was originally a street fighter for his dad until Andy found him

He came from an abusive household, and his dad made him do scripted fights that involved a lot of painful items

Andy took him in her crew, and now he protects them with no script or fake a fall

He's not bad behind the wheel but nowhere near Andy's level

Has a major crush on Andy and constantly tries to impress her and get her attention

He's a skilled fighter, very observant, and can tell a lot about a person from just about anything they do (like sherlock level deduction)

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The Key: Kelly Amber Prescott

Faceclaim: Olivia Holt

Kelly and Andrea have known each other since they were in diapers

They both grew up in the orphanage and always caused mischief together

Andy sees Kelly as big sister

Kelly is a Kleptomaniac, is a master pickpocket, and lockpicking genius.

Kelly can break into any safe, steal from anyone, and can talk her way out of any situation

She is also a master behind the wheel but prefers motorcycles

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The hacker: Lyra Jean Williams

Faceclaim: Kristina Tonteri-Young

Master hacker

Can hack into anything no matter how secure and knows everyone's search histories

Technology genius and tech engineer

Knows martial arts

Andy found her in the streets of LA and helped her get out of a "situation" that involved the wrong people

Beats everyone in video games

Her hacker name is called Z3r0

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The demo: Malik Leon Wilson

Faceclaim: Jonathan Daviss

Malik is the demolition expert in the group

Freakishly good at making things go boom

He is also the weapons and utilities expert and can get all the group needs in a flash

He makes his own weapons and is a lover of engineering, mechanics, and chemistry

He's not terrible behind the wheel but he could use some work

Does not know the meaning of the word "Finesse"

Likes to go big or go home

Both him and Kelly are the wildcards of the group

Is a sharpshooter with a gun

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Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader Imagine #1

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Imagine:

You and Brian are in the Skyline, speeding down the road to the point that the all around you are just blurs of color. But this joy ride is very different compared to the usual.

He's holding a vibrator between your legs as he drives. You watch as his veins bulge beneath his skin as he flexs ever so slightly to keep pressure on your most sensitive spot, his knuckles turning white as he clenches the device tightly in his grasp. He only takes his hand away to shift gears, before it's right back where it belongs between your thighs.

He has always been so damn good at multi-tasking like this that it's almost unnatural. But here he is, pleasuring you while speeding down the highway like he's on a high-speed chase.

But then he looks over at you, holding eye contact with that usual cocky smirk on his lips and within those ocean orbs as he slowly increases the speed of the car. He knows damn well your heart is fucking pounding in your chest right now due to the vibrations between your legs and the danger of the moment, and he's loving every goddamn bit of it.

He stares for a matter of seconds which feel like an eternity, weaving through traffic like he has some sort of sixth sense with knowing where each vehicle is on the road. It lasts until you finally let go, your body writhing in your seat as your seatbelt acts like some sort of restrain for bondage.

When you come down from your high, you gaze up at him through your glazed over eyes, completely over the moon for his creativity when it comes to pleasing you. But he won't stop there. In fact, he'll make you cum several times until you're squirting all over his dashboard. He doesn't mind the mess. Actually, he sees it as an achievement.

You sit beside him with your fingers digging into the sides of your seat, panting breaths, pleading whines, and occasional gasps as those feelings of overstimulation slowly turn into something that has your thighs clenching around that little device and his hand. And all that time, he has that same smirk on his face. He knows what he's doing and fuck, does it give him a high like nothing else.

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[evermoresversion]

Can you do more Brian O'Connor x fem reader pls

"Have you ever wished you had another life?"

His voice distracted you from your observation of the stars. Brian and you were on the hood of his car, observing the night sky.

"What do you mean?"

You watched his mind spin from your spot next to him, sitting as he lay on his side.

"I've been thinking about running away, leaving everything behind." He muttered, tracing a small scratch in the paint on the hood. "But I didn't want to leave you behind."

Your heart pounded between your ribs at the implication of his words.

You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as his blue eyes locked with yours.

"Are you asking me to run away with you?"

"Would you like to?"

You leaned into him, your lips welcomed between his.

His hand ended up on the curve of your hip and yours on his cheek.

"Is that an answer for you, O'Conner?"

"Maybe a couple more would help me."

His smile lit up his face, which was caused by your giggle and your lips reunited again.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[echoalyssa]

Blinks | Brian O'Conner

image generated by midjourney ai

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.

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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.

[yoooitssalexx]

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.

[xstarkillerx]

Brian and Guilt

Brian O'conner headcanon

Hop hop 🐇

It's obvious in those early movies that Brian is left with a shit ton of guilt. He's never forgotten killing Johnny Tran, watching Jesse get shot down, tearing Dom's family apart, and we know because of 2 fast 2 furious, and f&f 4 that he often has a subconsious desire to attone for his actions. Whether it's letting dom go because of his guilt about Roman, recruiting Roman because of his guilt about Dom, so on and so forth. Something I would imagine he also feels he needs to attone for is Mia. She was 19 in that first movie, you know, 19 and pre-med on scholarship because Dom wanted her to go to medical school and what did he do while he was undercover? Brian fucked her, he used her, manipulated her, made her trust him, and it doesn't matter what excuse he uses, whether it was in the name of the law, or he had genuine feelings for her, he destroyed her life before she could even legally drink in the united states of America, and it haunts him to no fucking end.

I headcanon that after he leaves California and makes way for Miami, he often uses sex to distract himself, turn his brain off, get that guilty pit in his stomach to calm down for a second. Not only does it affect his sexual appetite but his tendencies too. He becomes a little more averse to recieving his own pleasure, never quite to the degree of a touch-me-not, but definitely in that ballpark because after the cloud of aroual wears off, that guilty feeling comes back. He likes to make it last long, likes wearing girls out, likes putting his body to work making them feel good, as his own subconsious form of atonement.

He could spend hours with his tongue burried in a cunt, loves to have you sitting on his face making him feel good and used. He's got hungry hands too, grabbing the meat of your thighs, your tits, your waist, digging his nails into your ass when you grab his hair tight. Loves when you start shaking because it means it's time to switch positions, put you on your back and shove his fingers in your cunt, massaging those sensitive walls with his fingers, strong and calloused from mechanic work. And god, you know he loves hearing you too, needs you to be vocal, needs the stimulation of your pretty voice in his ear telling him how good he's making you feel. He likes making girls cum until they're all used up, sweating and twitching, barely able to move. He likes watching them in this state while his cock is still hard, barely touched. He also has a soft spot for the way their heavy arms reach out in their post-orgasm haze to wrap around his dick because they think they need to make him feel good too, only for him to cuddle up to them, kiss their sweet, damp skin and tell them he's good, "you don't have to," "maybe in the morning." He doesn't always intend to make good on that either, more often than not, he tip toes out of their apartments and out of their lives before they wake up and he can do any damage. He hits the road again, making way for the east coast.

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[fabseg-creator]

Miraculous AU Fan-Concept/Mashup/Swap (Fast and Furious)

I imagine this suggestion: What if Miraculous characters were in Fast and Furious Universe ?

Is someone interested ?

Casting be like (according to my opinion):

Dom Toretto - Adrien Agreste or Luka Couffaine of Nino Lahiffe

Brian O'Conner - Luka Couffaine or Adrien Agreste

Letty Ortiz - Marinette Dupain-Cheng or Alya Césaire

Mia Toretto - Chloé Bourgeois or Alix Kubdel or Juleka Couffaine or Marinette Dupain-Cheng or Kagami Tsurugi

Roman Pearce - Nino Lahiffe

Tej Parker - Max Kante

Han Lue - Le Chien Kim

Luke Hobbs - Ivan Bruel or Nino Lahiffe or Marc Anciel

Megan Ramsey - Alya Césaire or Alix Kubdel or Mylène Haprèle

Elena Neves - Kagami Tsurugi or Zoé Lee or Sabrina Raincomprix or Rose Lavillant

Deckard Shaw - Zoé Lee or Chloé Bourgeois or Mylène Haprèle or Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Owen Shaw - Chloé Bourgeois or Zoé Lee or Marc Anciel

Jakob Toretto - Felix Graham de Vanily

Cipher - Lila Rossi/Cerise

Mr Nobody - Gabriel Agreste

Hernan Reyes - Bob Roth or Gabriel Agreste or Colt Fathom

Dante Reyes - XY Roth or Felix Graham de Vanily or Wayhem

Gisele Harabo - Tomoe Tsurugi or Nathalie Sancoeur

If you have other ideas of casting between characters, write comments.