Brian O’Connor Fic Recommendations
Headcanons:
Brian O’Conner NSFW alphabet by @caitlinsnicket
Dating Brian O’Connor would include by @furiousfanfiction
Imagines
Imagine meeting Brian’s crew by @furiousimagines
brian x fem!reader where they both like each other and dom basically becomes brian’s wingman by @crabat-the-queen
Imagine Brian has a crush on you, Han’s sister, and every time you walk into the room he just stares by @furiousimagines
Imagine Brian is your new neighbour and he accidentally knocked a hole in your bedroom wall while you were in your underwear and ready to take a shower by @furiousimagines
Imagine winning Brian in a race and promising you a car, and he brings you this by @englands-rose
Imagine Brian holding your son for the first time by @furiousimagines
Imagine being Dom’s younger sister and being obsessed with bikes. When Brian sees you for the first time, he falls in love immediatly by @furiousimagines
Imagine having a family with Brian O’Connor by @allthingsimagines
Imagine racing Brian by @furiousimagines
Imagine Brian making love to you by @furiousimagines
Imagine going on a road trip with Brian by @furiousimagines
One-Shots
Sweet Spot by @haileygarciasunshine
2 Fast 2 Furious by @greedyhoneyz
Home for the Holidays by @haileygarciasunshine
Why Do You Care? by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms
Stood Up by @allthingsimagines
Rehearsal by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms
Courage Dear Heart by @haileygarciasunshine
Congratulations by @stripper-patrick
Leather and Lace by @haileygarciasunshine
Corazon by @haileygarciasunshine
Retribution by @url-is-under-construction
Summoned by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms
Lose by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms
Wattpad
Books
Wrong ღ by @/-voidmarvel123 ~ status: completed
The Fast Lane by @/prodigybitxhhh ~ status: completed
Brat by @/Killiked ~ status: ongoing
Nothing Like Us by @/celticthxnder ~ status: completed
the remainder by @/sweeteasaint ~ status: ongoing
Twin Flame by @/RuffieRoseStories
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A Deposition of a Thousand Words RELEASE
I'm very excited to announce that A Deposition of a Thousand Words, a Finnick Odair fanfiction that I have been working on for the last year, is out now on Wattpad. It updates every Saturday.
You can find it here!
I am excited to share it with you!
Before you go... an excerpt.
ONE
lemons, the universal greeting
. . . . .
The level of narcissism presently surrounding Saffron is laughable, but she is dressed to drip with arrogance herself. Here, as in many aspects of her life, her preferences do not matter, only her compliance. It is not her job to produce thoughts born from free will.
To the Capitol stylists, she is merely a doll who sits still while they pull at her hair and dress her in costumes that feel like straitjackets around her hope. On her face they lather costly cosmetics that disguise her blemishes and her authenticity.
When they are done, she is made up of lazy smiles and sultry drops of the eyelids.
Languid slouches.
She adopts a façade so well crafted, she hopes, that if she cannot see the girl beneath, then neither will they. And, perhaps, if she is smart enough, the monsters will not feast on the morsels of herself that she keeps most private and precious.
She has been summoned to the Capitol, and now she steeps in its stifling pressure and crude atmosphere. She seems to lose focus as she sits in the belly of a comically long car, watching the residence of President Snow draw ever closer. It is a contemporary palace doused in light on the horizon.
This is a promotion of the Games, a show of superiority. She is here to honor the Games’ youngest victor as he comes of age.
“I hear Snow’s gotten himself a new prince,” the stylists across from her giggle. Interestingly, they only talk when their gloved hands cover their face.
“What’s his name?”
“Finnick Odair.”
There is a murmur of appreciation. “Everyone in the Capitol is already falling at his feet.”
One woman’s eyes cut to Saffron’s. “Best be on our best behavior, then.”
Saffron directs her gaze to the window.
A Capitol stylist’s words do not matter, she knows. She is perfectly aware that she is young and novel, and that makes her desirable.
As soon as she exits the car, an avox leads her through the gravel pathways of Snow’s estate, guiding her to a raised platform where the president stands addressing his guests. Other victors flank her. All are less than thirty. Some, she recognizes, others are new faces. Vivid lights bear down heavily on her shoulders. They are uncomfortably bright, and if not for the layers of setter caked on her skin, pins of sweat would have congealed on her nape.
The boy she is here to celebrate stands three feet to her left. Though she is maybe only a year older, Saffron thinks that he is startlingly young, but while she feels lightheaded under the spotlight, he appears golden.
Saffron smiles at him, tactful and coy. She has done this too many times to be underconfident. He winks.
At the front of the stage, Snow is still droning on. His voice is like bees hovering around her shoulders, but it reminds her that she must not forfeit good posture for comfort. She has never been good at being bored, though. Her fingers twist at her rings and the boy smirks at her as if he has something to be smug about.
She concedes that he is infuriatingly tall.
Applause flutters from the audience once Snow completes his introduction. He retreats to his balcony and Saffron breaks towards the refreshments table. Her tongue feels dry and coated with chalk. Quickly, she downs a pale-yellow drink. The scent of citrus lingers around her.
Aristocrats smile at her as they prance past, so Saffron grins at them over the rim of her glass. Another yellow drink is empty. She is picking up yet another glass when someone drags their fingertips across her back, mapping the bumps, the raised skin.
She has tensed and then forcefully relaxed in the span of a second.
“Pretty,” a man, a stranger, hisses ambiguously. His grin is full of barbs.
Saffron steps backwards, white knuckles around the stem of the glass. It has been a year, but the same survival instincts that saved her will not be so quick to leave her. So rapidly she became a machine, regaining humanity is more of a chore.
Her lips curl. She hopes it passes as a smile. “Thank you.”
Curtly, she spins away from the man and the golden boy is, of course, there. He’s engaged in conversation with a victor Saffron has seen only in passing. Closer, now, she recognizes the stiffness in his neck and the rehearsal in his stance. Finnick Odair is seventeen years old, beautiful, and aureate, the first time he sees Saffron Creek.
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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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The Lockpick - (Bucky/oc)
By RissaRarity
(Omegaverse, fingering, mild sexual content)
Summary: Bucky and the most aggressive omega Avenger Aela get stuck in a trap. To escape and get a signal for rescue, they need to pick a lock that the lockpick can't get into. so they need to use a natural lubricant to get out. Luckily, as an Alpha/Omega partnership, they are uniquely qualified to find a supply of lubricant to get the job done.
One shot.
1595 words
"That went well." She hissed as she and Bucky fell into the little trap door. "Just had to insist on sticking together, huh?"
Aela looked up at the metal hole they now stood in. Luckily there were no spikes or anything, hell it might have been intended for storage. It was a long, narrow box that forced them to stand close enough to touch constantly - something she despised.
He's let her go first so she was stuck in front of him with her back to his front, the hole was about ten feet deep and neither had a hope of climbing out. They'd have to wait for a rescue party and a rope.
So there they stood.
"I didn't expect any traps to still be live. This base has been abandoned for fifty years!" his voice echoed.
She growled in annoyance and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Maybe I can climb out and get a signal." She looked at the little computer on her wrist to see she had zero chance of radioing for rescue.
"How are gonna do that, short stuff?"
The blonde, 5'2 woman sighed and awkwardly turned around to face him, making him press against the wall a little.
"I'm gonna climb you like a tree, Buck."
He blushed, "Y-you what?!"
"Well, you can't reach, and obviously neither can I. But if you can get me up there I might be able to contact Steve."
He blinked down at her a couple of times before nodding. "Good point. Can you get around me to my back?"
After some awkward shuffling and accidental rubbing they gave up.
"That's a no."
"Now what?" he asked, looking up.
After a moment she bit her lip as she followed his gaze. "Now we have to decide if we want to get real close or die in a hole."
His head dropped to meet her eyes quickly, a questioning look on his face.
For the first time ever, he saw her blush.
"I can't get around to your back...but I can still climb."
It took him a moment but he blushed too when he realized what she was implying.
"Better than dying in a hole."
"Agreed. So...uh..." she looked down at his chest for a moment before getting on her toes and putting her hands on his shoulders.
Bucky looked her in the eye for a moment before he touched her at all - everyone knows The Lioness liked her space -especially from Alphas.
"Better than dying in a hole." She reaffirmed.
He gave a short nod and grasped her dainty waist, lifting her with ease and helping her wrap her legs around his trunk. "I can lift you a little higher but I need to-" cheeks on fire, she cut him off, "Let's just assume all touching is better than dying in a hole. I appreciate your concern but...kind of high steaks right now."
"Got it."
Still, she gasped a little when his arms shifted to support her butt and he did, in fact, lift her higher up his body. They managed to get her straddling his shoulder, Bucky trying desperately to ignore the scent right beside his face as her Omega hormones reacted unexpectedly.
Painfully aware of how her body was reacting to his touch and proximity, she tugged at his hair a little to get him to look up at her face- unintentionally turning him on a little. "If you ever tell anyone you got to scent my Omega pheromones I will end you." She glared.
He smirked a little, "Understood."
Aela reached up to touch the rim of the hole, accidently touching the button on the floor that made a sheet of metal close again, she yelped and pulled her hands back.
He looked up, for a moment enjoying the view of her from underneath before his blue eyes settled on the now ceiling.
"Did you just-" "Shut up." She face palmed.
They were quiet for a long moment.
"I think I can pick this." She said, inspecting the lock mechanism on the wall near the edge. She fiddled with her utility belt and pulled put some tools.
After some tinkering she got annoyed, "Old lock super stiff. I can't get the pick to go in far enough" she grunted a little as she pushed but got no where.
"What do you need?"
That was something she liked about working with Bucky. He was always open to suggestions, advice and ready to help with her plans.
"I need lube."
He wasn't expecting that. "I don't exactly carry around KY jelly in my vest."
She slammed her forehead against the cold metal wall. "Fucking kill me now." The blonde muttered. "I have an idea and we've got to keep this between us, Barnes I swear to God."
"Scouts honor."
That was something Bucky liked about working with Aela. She was clever, resourceful and creative with her solutions.
She sighed, "Get me back around your torso."
He grunted and maneuvered the tiny woman to do so, supporting her butt to keep her away from the errection he'd been unable to keep back after being so close to her...personal area for so long -feeling the heat of it near his face and unintentionally getting omega hormones shoved at him.
She grabbed his jaw. "This is gonna get weird but we're talking survival here, got it?"
He nodded, confusion in his eyes.
"We have to use...nature's lube."
He furrowed his brows. "Spit?"
She groaned and shook her head, "No, that's too liquidy and not slippy enough. Can you think of something else that's viscous and slippery that one of us might have? Come on, Buck you're an alpha. Shouldn't you have been thinking about this in secret for at least ten minutes now?"
He blushed, "Would you be mad if I said I was and it's been twenty minutes?"
She looked taken off guard, hands clenching around the back of his neck for a moment. "I guess not...in this situation."
The scent intensified, exposing her for being flattered.
"What do you need me to do?" he asked, still blushing.
"What's the one thing that is the biggest no-no with me?"
He answered immediately, "No touching your neck."
She nodded, "Well, Bucky...I need you to touch my neck."
The man made an amused face but nodded, "How?"
Aela shyly looked around at the metal walls, "Like...at all."
He chuckled, "That's why you put Loki in a headlock when he poked your neck? Even your gear, casual clothes...you don't even wear necklaces because...?"
She grumbled in response.
His torso shook as he laughed again, "Well, I'm honored to be the first person to be given permission to touch your neck, Sugar."
"Fuck off, Barnes."
He gave another chuckle and shifted to support her with his vibranium arm and unzip her tactical vest, pushing it down to her arms to bare her neck.
Bucky lifted leaned down a little and nuzzled into her throat, breathing shaking a little against her skin as her head lulled to the side and she shivered. He scented her deeply, scruff on his face scratching her a little as his lips pressed firmly against her.
She whimpered, legs tightening around him as his kisses wandered up behind her ear, "F-fuck." She panted as he nibbled at her skin there.
Her hands flew up to cradle the back of his head and encourage him as if the flooding of her scent of arousal in the enclosed space wasn't enough.
"Mmm you smell so good." He said into her ear, making her shutter, "You smell like a good little omega. Pheromones are perfect."
She let herself inwardly preen at his words, letting down the alpha walls she'd been forced to build to let herself submit for once.
Bucky used his flesh hand to tilt her head to the other side, surprised when she held his hand low on her throat and made him squeeze.
He kept the pressure she set and began to assault the other side of her neck, nipping more with his teeth as his own alpha pheromones made the needy omega almost dizzy.
Aela groaned when he pushed her back against the cool steel wall. He dragged his nose up her neck to behind her ear where he pressed more kisses there, earning a purr only an Omega could give that went straight to his dick.
The warmth between her legs was intensified by her still having her legs wrapped around him, making her rub against him a bit during this.
Soon, she pushed him away weakly and he let her.
"E-enough. That's gotta be enough. W-we need to stop..." she panted, looking at him through lidded eyes.
Immediately, he agreed and gulped, helping her back up to his shoulder. He kept a tight grip on himself while he did this, holding his breath while she returned to the lock, shyly sliding her fingers into her pants to gather the slick she used to lube her lockpicking tools- her body jolted a little as her fingers came into contact, a small whine came from her throat, face crumbling for a moment.
His chest rumbled in response before he could stop it, "...sorry..." he grunted.
"Not a word to anyone, Buck." She growled afterward, slightly teary with embarrassment as the tools easily slid into the mechanisim- soon making it click and the hatch opening again.
After sliding her lockpick back into her belt, she reached up again and was able to climb out- getting out a -somewhat redacted- report and evac request.
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