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BFG (1)
Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…
Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language
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“Fuck me, that guy could break me into two halves,” you sigh dreamily as the new face in town steps into the diner. “What a man.”
You lick your lips. He’s tall, and you mean tall when you say it. If anyone wants you to guess, you’d say he’s at least 6’5.
“Y/N, what was the price of the peach pie again?” The new waitress asks. She’s pretty and friendly but her memory is not the best.
Maybe she just smokes too much weed. You don’t blame her. This sleepy little town does this to you. If you don’t take drugs or drink, you spend the time dreaming of a different life.
You sigh again, this time out of frustration because you must take your eye off the thick hottie and turn your attention toward Sally Ann, the new waitress.
“It’s…” You tell her the price while dipping your head to glance at the newbie's ass when he passes the counter by. “Damn him, he’s thick too. What do you weigh, baby? Two hundred and fifty pounds?”
“Miss,” Sally Ann almost whimpers when this mountain of a man asks her about the peach pie. She looks a little lost, and you gladly jump in to turn his attention toward you.
“You can come over here,” you tap the counter. “This spot looks like you’ll fit in.” You grin as he chuckles at your bad joke about his size. “The seat is extra-large. One of our regulars needed a little extra space and cushion.”
“I guess he was tall too,” He asks while plopping down on the larger seat. The seat creaks under his weight and you hope he didn’t break it. Even though, you wouldn’t mind if he tries to break you.
“In size, not height,” you shrug. “That’s what I heard. This was before my time, and he died some years ago. This means, the seat is all yours now, sweetie.”
“Sweetie,” his laughter is deep and rich as he tries to not blush at your flirty banter. “No one ever called me sweet.”
“What a shame,” you pat his hand. Fuck. It looks like his hand is as big as one of your plates. “So, tell me,” you lean closer to whisper, “are you a BFG or are you a bad guy.”
“BFG?” He cocks his head. “Oh…” He chuckles again. “I’m friendly, don’t worry. I only get mad if you want to…”
“Fuck with you?” You cockily reply and mirror his smirk. “Hmm…I don’t think you could handle me, sweetie. I’m too much of a woman for most of the guys in town.”
His eyes scan your body at your words. He hums and drops his eyes to your ass. “I can handle any situation.” His face remains stoic, but his eyes give his dirty thoughts away. “Can I have a slice of the peach pie, ma’am?”
“Only if you never call me ma’am again,” you point a manicured finger at the giant. “People called my granny ma’am.”
“You don’t look like a granny to me,” he waves his huge hand to brush your concern off. “More like you are stranded in a place you don’t belong.” Ah, he tries to analyze you while checking your ass and tits out. “You’re not here for long.”
“Just like you,” you wink at him. “I’ll get you your pie now, and you better eat it up. It’s the best in town.”
“I bet he can break a bone only by grabbing you too hard,” Sally Ann watches the newbie eat his pie. “I wouldn’t want him to touch me. He looks like a brute.”
“No, sweetie,” you let your eyes wander from his broad shoulders, down to his wide back and further to his perfect ass, “he’s the kind of guy knowing how to handle a woman. I don’t think he underestimates his strength. The only problem is, he’s too big for my bed.”
“What?” Sally Ann squeaks. “Don’t tell me you want to take him home.”
“I’d take him anywhere he wants to go,” you nonchalantly admit. “It’s been ages since a real man tried to put his hands on me. This man over there has hands as big as our plates. He knows how to touch a woman.”
You bite your lower lip when he dips his head to look at you. He smirks and lifts the now empty plate. “Can I have another one?”
God, how you love a man who can eat. “Sure, sweetie,” you make your way toward him, swaying your hips on purpose. He glances at Sally Ann who looks a little scared. “How do you like your pie? Do you want some whipped cream too?”
He shrugs. “I’m not picky.”
“You can be picky,” you wink at him. “I won’t let you leave this town hungry and unsatisfied.”
His eyes darken at your words. “What can you recommend? What’s your specialty?”
“I asked you first,” you hold out your hand. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”
“Reacher,” he gruffly replies, but his hand takes yours. It’s huge in contrast to your hand, but warm and surprisingly gentle. “I’m here for…”
“You don’t have to tell me.” You hastily say. “I know you are not the kind of man answering questions. If you promise me to not cause trouble at the diner, you are always welcome here.”
“I can’t promise to not cause trouble but,” he squeezes your hand, “I promise that I’ll try not to cause trouble at your diner.”
“You know that this is my diner? How?”
“Sally Ann over there and the other waitresses always look at you for confirmation. The guests show more respect to you, and you don’t keep the tips. You put the money into the tip jar the waitresses share at the end of their shift.”
“You’re quite observant, Reacher.”
“I assume you took over the diner from your,” he searches your face. “Grandmother not so long ago. You still try to figure things out, but your pie tastes great.”
“She died six months ago. Granny left me her house, and the diner,” you sigh, and drop your gaze. “I left my well-paid job, and life behind. She was always good to me, and I didn’t bring it over me to sell the diner.”
“What was your job?” You’ve got the feeling the conversation turned out to be an interrogation.
“Aw, sweetie,” you wink at him, “if you want to know more about me, buy me dinner first.”
He watches you walk away, wondering if you have anything to do with the crime he investigates. Reacher shakes his head. No. You don’t look like a killer. And he doesn’t think for one second that you can break a guy’s neck.
“Hi, what can I do for you?” Sally Ann asks. She’s still intimidated by Reacher’s size or rather his cheer presence at the diner.
“Where’s Y/N?” He cocks his head to look for you.
“I don’t know. She looked pissed and went to the back entrance.”
“I-“ he gets his wallet out to throw money onto the counter. Reacher follows you out of the back entrace, searching for you.
“Whoa, watch your step,” you push your hands against his firm chest to stop him from running the poor dog over. “Hey, that’s his spot. You are not allowed to leave through this entrance.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighs. He's relieved that you are not on the run, because you are the killer. “I was looking for you. I didn’t want to piss you off asking about your job.”
“Huh? I didn’t leave because you asked me about my job,” you point out. “I saw that bastard from across the street chase this poor guy away. He was only looking for food.”
“Someone tried to hurt the dog?” He squares his jaw. “Who? What did they do?”
You crouch down to add water to the feeding bowl. “The owner of the fancy new restaurant across the street. He always shoos away the kids and pets. I don’t like that man.”
“Restaurant across the street. Got it,” he looks like he makes a mental note. “Is that little boy your dog?”
“He only comes around to get free food,” you smile as the stray feasts on the food you bought for him. “I wanted to take him home, but I guess he likes his freedom. He checks in once in a while to let me know he’s still alive.”
“A stray,” Reacher watches you pat the dog. “Maybe he’s scared of settling down. Someone must’ve chased him away before.”
“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully and pat the dog’s head. “I only want to protect him. If he runs around town the guy from across the street will hurt him.”
“He won’t.” You feel his hand squeeze your shoulder. “I got a few things to take care of in town. Do you know a cheap motel?”
“I got a spare room I rent out,” you hastily say. “I mean, you could have it. It has got a bathroom too. You can use the kitchen if you clean it afterward. If you help me repair the sink, you can have it for free.”
He nods and holds out his hand to help you up. “I can’t tell you when I’ll be around.”
“Don’t worry,” you grab his hand to write your address on his hand. “You can come around anytime.” His eyes widen when you put a key in his hand next.
“You trust me enough to hand me a key to your home?” He looks surprised. “You’re a little careless.”
“Believe me,” you pat his chest, “I’m not careless, nor dumb. I know exactly who I let inside my house.”
Reacher quirks a brow at your words but doesn’t ask what you mean. You turn your attention back toward the dog, and he’s got work to do.
He will start with the restaurant owner across the street.
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To Have A Home
Pairing: Jack Reacher x Reader
Summary: Reacher never thought the white fence dream could ever happen to him, but you proved him wrong in more ways than possible.
Reacher got out of his pickup truck, taking out a few grocery bags. He stares at the house that he built from the ground up, inhaling the fresh air.
His footsteps could be heard from a mile away, as tiny footsteps were heard at the front of the wooden porch.
"Dad!" Reacher's oldest son, Georgie, screamed as he ran fast towards him.
Reacher smiled as he knelt down, the 7 year old running towards him.
"Hey bud! Oof, you're getting strong kid. You almost knocked out your old man." Reacher replied, carrying him in his free arm.
"Really Dad? I could be just as strong as you?" Georgie asked.
"Unless you eat all of your vegetables, Georgie, you can be just as big and strong as your father." A voice replied.
Reacher looks up sees you holding your four year old son, Mason, as you wore your signature summer dress that curved perfectly around your pregnant 6 month pregnant belly and barefoot.
Jack thought you were beautiful standing there.
He carried both his son and the groceries with ease as he walked towards the porch, giving you a sweet kiss.
"Hi," He said sweetly.
"Hey," You said, smiling.
One thing about Reacher was that he kept you feeling like a school girl falling in love for the first time. He never made you doubt his love for you and would move the sun just cause you asked him to.
You two walked inside as the kids ran to the living room, playing with their toys. You and Reacher went to the kitchen to prepare for dinnerr.
You began washing the vegetables in the sink while Reacher was getting the ingredients. Soon, you felt a pair of arms around your waist as Reacher's palm covered your belly. He kissed the side of your neck as you felt his prickly beard that he was growing out.
"How was work?" He asks as you place a loving hand on his cheek.
"It was good, had some important clients to meet today for the pitch."
"That's great. I'm so proud of you." He says, kissing your cheek.
Before you two started your family, Reacher said that he wanted to be a stay-at-home dad as he truly wanted to leave his scarred past. He would have never asked you to leave your profession, and you two have lived peacefully raising your kids.
"The boys didn't make any trouble? I would have taken them to the store."
"No, they knew not to mess with Mama Bear. I think they just give you a hard time on purpose."
Reacher fake gasps as he twirls you around.
"Are you saying they favor you over me?"
"Well, I did give birth to them and now pregnant with their sister so... Yes."
Jack throws a hearty laugh as he holds you as close as he can.
"and I'll remind you every day for making me a father to these great kids. I love you, Mrs. Reacher."
"and I love you, Mr. Reacher."
You two kissed as you tip-toed to reach his lips.
"Ewwwwwwwwww." Both your sons said in unison. you two look back and chuckle as your boys look at you two.
"Come here so we can give you kisses!" You teased.
"Noooooo!!!!" They screamed, running away as Jack chased them into the house as you followed.
Soon after eating dinner, both of your boys were sleeping in both your arms as all of you were watching a movie on the couch. Jack reached for the remote and turned off the TV.
"Let's take them to bed hon-"
He stops as he sees you snoring lightly as you hold Georgie. Reacher smiles as he slowly gets up picks up Mason and Georgie and tucks them in bed. He returns for you and carries you with ease back in the master bedroom.
He lies next to you as you slowly open your eyes, realizing where you are, and smile at him.
"I thought of a name today, for the baby."
"Oh yeah? What is it?" He asks.
You scoot closer to him, placing your head by his chest as his heartbeat soothed you.
"Sky Reacher. I want her to know that she's able to reach for the sky."
Jack smiles brightly and kisses the top of your head.
"I love that name."
Jack couldn't believe it. In the past several years, all he carried along with him was the clothes on his back and a toothbrush. And now, he's lying in bed with a gorgeous, hard-working woman who mothered his children.
This is what it must feel like to have a home.
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Peach Pie and Cream
Jack Reacher x F! Southern Waitress Reader (Amazon TV show, Alan Ritchson)
Warning: Some fighting, suggestive descriptions, cutesy
Summary: Our giant man Reacher meets a charming young waitress :) and takes care of people ;)
Word Count: ~2,115 words
A/N: There will be a part 2 eventually lol
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“What can I get you, sugar?”
God, the way she called him “Sugar” practically dripped from her lip-gloss covered lips like hot honey. Her breasts threatening to spill out of her lacy unpadded bra - it’s dark color barely showing through her low-cut white top.
He knew not to look, he shouldn’t, he couldn’t.
But one peek wouldn’t hurt.
It wasn’t even seven-thirty in the morning when she’d walked over to him with a pen and a little notepad.
Reacher sat up, his body erect as she spoke so sweetly to him. His eyes quickly glanced at her bosom, then made eye contact with her, showing a crooked smile, “Good morning, what are your specials?”
Y/N gave him a small smile as she caught the flicker in his eyes as he lifted them to meet yours. “Our breakfast specials include the garlic biscuit sliders with chicken, sausage, or ham…” She leaned over slightly and pointed on the menu on the table at the various specials.
Y/N’s perfume smelled so sweet. Hints of peaches and vanilla.
No. He can’t be distracted. He had to meet Neagly later.
He smiled as he looked back up at her, he didn’t hear half of what Y/N just said about the menu, just glancing at the worn out name tag that said her name. Her cheeks blushed slightly as he looked at her, the two of them were rather close.
Smiling at her, he asked, “I’ll have the garlic biscuit with the sausage special. Can I get extra bacon and a slice of your peach pie?”
“Yes, sir, you can. You want ice tea or coffee to drink?”
“Coffee is fine. Just black.”
She quickly glanced down at his large and firm chest and then back up at his eyes. He smirked even more.
Y/N bit her lower lip and then stood upright, writing his order down, “Sure thing, honey. I’ll be right back in a few.”
And those few minutes took an eternity. Reacher’s thighs began to itch as he watched her walk back to the back counter, leaning over so she could give the chef his order through the heating lamps, blushing in playful annoyance, with the cook winking and pursed lips, making kissing noises at her until she rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head.
He barely knew her but the sight of the cook irritated him. That’s no way to treat you - even if it was banter between coworkers. He’d been in town for merely a few hours.
He tried to look away. He really did. But the way her hips swayed and her chest moved, her apron tight and snug around her waist, her soft body spilling out from the sides of the apron and the top of her jeans. Every time she stood by a table to take an order, she always shifted her weight to her left, her left hip pushing out of the top of her jeans.
He always liked a full woman.
Chuckling to himself, he turned slightly to keep himself from boring holes on her ass. He glanced out the window but was thankfully disturbed by the smell of her and the food he ordered.
“Here we got today’s special with extra bacon and a cup o’joe, hot and ready just for you, honey. I’m all out of peach pie but I got one coming out of the oven any secon’ now. You want some ice cream with that pie?” She laid his food down gently, he gave you a grin and thanked you, “Careful, plate’s hot, honey.”
“Ice cream would hurt my teeth but I’ll take it since you suggested it.” Reacher caught her blush.
“I’ll make a note of it. Enjoy your food and let me know if ya need anything, ok?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled and picked up his utensils.
She winked at him and walked away, picking up a pot of coffee to replenish cups of other patrons and swatting away advances from men in their sixties on her way back to the back counter.
After a while, Y/N walked back with a plate of peach pie covered in a large scoop of vanilla ice cream and placed it in front of him.
“One large piece of fresh peach pie with a heaping scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream for the gentleman,” She said cheerfully and replenished his coffee.
He couldn’t help but smile at her, “Why on earth would you work here?” He asked bluntly, but with a soft chuckle at the end.
“Well, I got bills to pay. Just like everyone else.” She chuckled. “You ain’t got no bills?”
God, he’d do anything to hear Y/N laugh again.
“No, I don’t.”
“No bills at all?” She shook your head slightly, smiling still, thinking he’s joking.
“I have no reason to lie.”
She stared at him, not quite sure if she actually believed him or not. Most of her customers told her a few wild things here and there. But no one around these parts looked quite like him.
He was a behemoth of a man standing taller than the green giant on a can of peas, bigger and more muscular than those lumberjacks on those Brawny paper towels. His one arm was probably the size of one of her soft and plush thighs that seemed to be restricted on those skinny jeans she’s wearing.
“Aight.” She chuckled again. Her name was called, and she glanced at a group of young men about your age who dog-whistled and hollered at her. Y/N turned back around to Reacher and forced a smile, “You enjoy your pie, sir, I’ll be back in a bit with your bill. Just holler if you need anything, yeah?”
“You know them?” Reacher suddenly turned serious. His attention was on those young men who banged on the table, demanding that she serve them.
“I-I’m sorry about them, I’ll tell them to quiet down in a minute. They’re just a little rowdy-“
“That’s not what I asked. Do you know them?” He asked again, looking up at her. Her demeanor changed. Embarrassment. She could pick out that pleather jacket out from a crowd.
Blushing slightly in embarrassment, she answered, “I know one of them… that one in the sport’s jacket. The rest are his little friends. But I’ll tell them to-“
Before she could finish, Reacher stood up from his seat, his mere size making you gasp. She hadn’t realized how large he actually was until he stood up, she hadn’t seen him when he first walked in.
“Sir- please you don’t have to talk to them, what are you doin-“
“Your name is Y/N?”
“Y-Yes…” she clutched the handle of the coffee pot to make sure she didn’t drop it. He glanced down at her and gave her a half-smirk, “Just go stay behind the counter and put the coffee back on the machine so it doesn’t get cold.”
Not knowing what to think, Y/N did what he asked, the other waitresses following suit, other customers either staying in their seats or moving away as they watched Reacher walk up to the group of rowdy young men who still tried to get your attention.
He grabbed a chair and sat it by the edge of the table and sat down. Even sitting down, his large body frame towered over them. He didn’t say anything at first but looked at them smugly for a moment as they all stared at him.
The main culprit looked like he had a vein about to pop out of his forehead, “Can I help you?”
“Any reason you need Y/N to help you?”
“She’s a waitress, and I’ve been trying to get her number for a hot minute - she works here, of course she’s going to serve us.” He scoffed.
“I don’t appreciate you calling her over like she’s a dog, Pleather.”
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“This will just sting a little-“
“Y/N, I’m fine-“
“No you ain’t, Reacher. Your brow and your lip is all busted up and that one guy had a knife.” Y/N shook her head as she cleaned up his brow with some alcohol and then put a small bandage on his forehead.
Reacher smiled at her the whole time as he let her patch him up. She’d taken him off to the side. Moaning in the distance outside, incoherent cursing could be heard from the parking lot as the group of young men eventually stood up from the ground and made it back to their car. The main culprit was hanging out in the parking lot, looking through the window at Y/N and Reacher. He spit on the ground before finally going back to his car.
“But I’m serious, Reacher… you ain’t have to do that…” Once she finished, Y/N put the extra bandages back in the First Aid kit and looked at him with concern.
“Well, I did it anyway. And last I checked, you’re not a dog.”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile and then patted his shoulder. “You’re sweet. Sorry about your pie, the ice cream is all melted. I’ll get you a new one.”
“You eat that new one, I’ll eat mine.” Reacher was not one to waste food if he could help it - especially when trouble seemed to follow him. Smiling softly, she nodded and patted his shoulder before going back behind the counter and cutting her own slice of pie as Reacher walked back to his seat, waiting and watching as Y/N walked back and sat opposite of him.
Like teenagers, they couldn’t keep eye contact while trying to eat their peach pie.
“That was some military fightin’ back there, Reacher? Is it ok if I call you Reacher?” Y/N managed to muster out, clearing his throat and looking up at him.
Chuckling softly, Reacher nodded, “Yeah, I was in for a while.” He paused for a moment, watching her eat. The stories she must’ve heard from people. The restaurant was quiet again. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile. “Jack is fine too.”
“Jack? That’s your first name?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Jack Reacher.” She said. She was quiet for a second as she examined him. Taking in his appearance. Committing him to memory. She sucked the inside of her cheek as she tilted her head. Savoring his name, as if she took a bite of him like she did that pie. The sweetness in her voice dripping from her lips as she said his whole name. Sweeter than the half-eaten peach pies sitting before them.
“I like it. Hard to forget a name like that. It’s different. You stayin’ here long, Jack?” She scooped the last bit of pie and placed the spoon face down on her tongue, sucking off whatever peach pie remnants were left on the spoon before placing the spoon on her plate.
Very few people’s opinions mattered to Reacher, he barely knew Y/N but it made him smile when she said his name and that she liked his name. It gave him an unusual feeling. Couldn’t help but wonder what peach pie would taste like when it’s on her tongue.
“Just passing through.” He leaned back once he finished his slice of pie, admiring the woman in front of him. Her lipgloss still glistened. Her eyes sparkled. Her breasts barely contained in her bra.
“That’s unfortunate. I would’ve loved to see you again, Jack.” She smiled when she took notice of him admiring her. It was a different type of admiration. “Can I call you?”
“Don’t have a phone.”
“Can I send you a letter?”
“Don’t have an address.”
“Well, damn, how will I talk to you and get to know you when you leave? Will this be the last I see of Jack Reacher, the man who saved my life?”
“I’ll come back tonight.” Reacher chuckled, smirking at her.
Y/N chuckled and then leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the table, making the softness in her breasts very obvious as they pressed up. “Is that so? Well, would you like me to tell you the dinner specials now or later?”
“What time to do you get off?”
“After dinner tonight. Would you like to join me for dinner?”
“I should be asking you that.” Reacher mirrored her actions, leaning forward, his massive arms made of military grade steel rested on the table. Their faces were mere inches apart.
“Well, I asked first.”
Reacher wasn’t one to pursue women. But Y/N? From the little time he got to interact with her, he might hang around this little country town a little while longer.
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Terrible Liar (Jack Reacher Drabble)
Summary: You were sparing with a coworker when he got a little rough, leaving you with a bruised cheek. You avoided Reacher for as long as you could but it didn’t last very long.
Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, protective Reacher, soft!Reacher, and a little sub!Reacher 👀, sexual themes (riding, p in v penetration), MINORS DNI
Prompt credit @writing-with-emy : “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”
“He’s wound up tight again. This is our second missed bust and he’s starting to get a little angsty.” Neagley explains to you over the phone.
“He’ll catch on if we keep doing this, Neagley.” You tell her.
“Or maybe he already knows and doesn’t mind seeing your pretty face.” She jests and you grimace, staring at your reflection through the glass in your cubicle
“What just happened?” She asks. “What are you talking about, Corporal?” You fire back.
“You just made a face,” “And the how did you- I’m not going to ask. I was sparring with Tiago the other day and his elbow clipped my cheek.”
“Shit,”
“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. You’re not proud of it, but you’ve been avoiding Reacher for this very reason.
It doesn’t matter if you said it was an accident or not. If it was a man who did it, he would hold him responsible. Everything was black and white with him.
Your relationship with Reacher teeters between friends and.. something else.
Neither of you or him decided to put a label on it. But two things are known to everyone with eyes.
You don’t mess with the special investigators.
And if you touch Y/N, you’ll end up with a broken jaw.
“Well if anyone can keep him relaxed, it’s you.” “Come on, please.” She adds when you hesitate and you let out a groan of frustration.
“Fine,”
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No one could miss the way Reacher’s shoulders relaxed when he walked back to his desk to find you sitting in his chair sipping on your milkshake.
Neagley and David found it particularly fascinating to see the hard, mountain of a man turn to mush at the mere sight of you.
“Isn’t it my favorite mountain man,” you tease, sliding the to go box from his favorite soul joint across the desk.
You place a brown bag on top of the to go container and a smile threatens to spread on Reacher’s face.
“Are those..?” He starts.
“Of course,” you take another sip of your milkshake and he digs into the bag, popping a hush puppy in his mouth with a satisfied hum.
“Is this to distract me from the fact that you’ve been avoiding me?” He starts, reaching back into the bag.
“I have not been avoiding you, Reacher.” “No?” “No,”
He stares at you for a moment and when you realize what he was doing, you set your milkshake down. Standing from the chair, you crossed your arms as you neared him.
Neagley and David watch the entire interaction like it’s their favorite sitcom. Which it is.
“You’re not trying to intimidating me like I’m one of your soldiers, are you Reacher?”
“Not at all,” he examines your features, his gaze falling to your bruising cheek that you covered with make up this morning.
“Please tell me you’re a better liar than this when you’re on missions,” you retort.
“I’m a better liar than you. That’s for sure.” “Do you really want to talk about who’s better?”
He reached back into the bag but you snatched the hush puppy out of his hands and took a bite out of it. He was shocked but not entirely surprised at the betrayal.
“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that the reason why you’re avoiding me has something to do with the make up on your face. Am I right?”
You finished the hush puppy and reached for your milkshake. “It’s just a scratch,” he finally pried out of you.
“From?” “Sparring with a friend,”
As amazing as the food smelled, it was long forgotten at his point. “Which friend?”
“Reacher,” “Answer the question,” he crosses his arms. “It was an accident,”
“No, the person was irresponsible when they weren’t practicing self control. It’s sparring, not boxing.” He seethes.
“He didn’t mean to. He apologized.”
His face hardens when you mention a him, although he suspected it was a man.
“I don’t care. I bet it was his idea, wasn’t it? To spar with you.” “Yes, but-” “Because he found you attractive and wanted an excuse to touch you,” he said matter of factly.
You were about to object but then you pondered about the past interactions you’ve had with Tiago.
You guess you could say that he’s been testing the waters with lingering touches and you subtly created distance between you.
You didn’t see Tiago as anything else besides a coworker honestly.
“You think so?”
“One hundred percent. In their eyes, you’re attractive and single so you’re considered free game.” He clarifies, clenching his jaw.
“That would be their mistake, wouldn’t it?” You state, causing him to look at you. He didn’t miss how your eyes drifted to his lips before returning to his eyes.
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“Fuck, keep doing that.” He groans, his grip tightening on your hips as you bounced on his cock. His body twitched when you clenched around him hard.
Throwing your head back when the tip of his cock thrums over a gspot deep inside of you. His hands slide from your hips and wraps his arms around your chest to hold you in place when he drills into you from below.
You bounced quicker on him and a breath gets caught in his throat when he cums into the condom.
Your legs started to tremble when you slow your movements and rest your hands on his thick chest as you both tried to control your breathing.
Leaning up, he cupped the back of your head and pressed a messy kiss on your lips.
You lift your hips a bit and he slides out of you, not breaking the kiss just yet. He finally pulls away from you and takes off the condom before tossing it in your trash can in the bathroom.
“Well that was..” “Long overdue?” You finish and he chuckled before adding, “Definitely over due,”
You rolled on your back when you felt a cold air blowing from the vents. You snuggled deeper into the sheets but goosebumps still littered your skin.
“Cold already?” He states when he comes back into the bedroom to see you shivering under the covers.
“Don’t patronize me, mountain man.” You retort and he shakes his head at your antics.
He slides under the covers and wraps an arm over your frame to effortlessly pull you into his side.
You sigh when he rubs his warm hands over your smooth, bronze skin all the way to your ass.
“You’re really good at that you know,” “Mm, I know.” You smiled, relishing the moment his eyes rolled back when you first sank onto him.
“You’re really pretty when you do it too,” he brushes his nose against yours against yours.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Reacher.” You say against his lips, not wanting to kiss him just yet.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll gladly finish it.” He kisses you slow and passionately, his tongue smoothing over yours.
He cups your cheeks and you wince when his thumb grazes over the sensitive skin on your cheek.
“Sorry,” he apologizes when he pulls away from your face.
“It’s okay,” “No it’s not. Tell me who did this to you.”
“I’ll find out either way, Y/N.” He adds when you hesitate. “I’ll only tell you if you let me handle it first.”
“Fine,” “It was Tiago,” “That fucking prick,” he says lowly, gripping your thigh harshly.
“Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” He attempts to negotiate. “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”
“Reacher,” you scold.
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When you’re reading a fic that says it’s gender neutral but then “You wore a short skirt and tied up your hair”
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Reacher and Y/N walk the scene of a crime…
Reacher: why do we get partnered up so often?
Y/N: because I’m the brains and you’re both brain and brawn
Reacher: right.
Y/N: met a nice gal a couple towns over
Reacher: really? Who?
Y/N: officer Roscoe. You know her?
Reacher: uhh…
Roscoe: hey baby I came by to…hey Jack
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Reacher would never treat me like this.
#reacher#jack reacher#reacher tv#alan ritchson#reacher amazon#reacher amazon prime#jack reacher x reader#reacher x reader
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GN reader x Reacher thots.
Warnings: choking mention; sir kink? Size kink; begging; blowjob insinuation; light smut; no use of Y/N, no gender, race, or physical description of reader; reader is smaller than Reacher(who isn’t?)
Ok but Jack Reacher caging you in as he smirks down at you. His broad palms splayed either side of your head. His blue-green eyes rake over your form slowly.
“Say it,” he growls, “Tell me what you need.”
“Need you,” your voice is hoarse as he dips his head to your ear, breath fanning out across your slick skin.
“Need me huh?” He laughs as he runs the plane of his nose against your cheek, “What do you need from me? Come on, details matter.”
“Need you to fuck me, Reacher please,” your voice is pathetic, breathy, as you beg.
“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grazes your lobe with his teeth.
“No, Sir.”
“On your knees,” he growls as he wraps his broad hand around your neck, “Show me how much you need me.”
I want to write more Reacher so bad but I have so many WIPs
Wrote this while at a hair salon, the thirst is real.
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The First Encounter
tc!jack reacher x fem!military!reader
summary: your first meeting with Jack Reacher.
warnings: 18+, military slander, language, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex
wc: 1.6k
a/n: based on this request by @elenavampire21 ! Hope you enjoy 😘
“So you’re Jack Reacher,” you say as you slide into the booth across from Jack.
Jack cocks his head, trying to figure out what’s happening.
“Turner told you about me?”
Jack nods, lips in a tight line. “You’re y/n.”
“Don’t sound so thrilled.”
“You don’t seem like you can fight.”
“I’m military.”
“What, Coast Guard?”
You roll your eyes. “Navy Intelligence.”
“Even better,” Jack mumbles, looking at the drink in his hand.
“Don’t doubt me so quickly.”
“So you want to help?”
“I have the clearance you need.”
Jack raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
You slightly lean over the table. “Really.”
Jack presses his lips together, trying so hard not to moan right then and there. The fact you’re meeting every sarcastic comment is surprising to him. You’re turning him on and you don’t even know it.
Jack stands up from the table, and you sit back, watching him.
“I wanna see what you got,” he tells you.
“Fine,” you say, standing up as well.
You’re inches from Jack’s face. Both of you are staring each other down.
“Follow me,” he says, turning around and walking out of the bar.
You follow Jack to a car and he gets in. You stand outside the car for a moment, looking around.
“What are you waiting for?” Jack asks, slightly annoyed.
“You know, Turner warned me about you,” you say, getting into the car, and throwing your bag in the back seat.
“What’d she say?”
“Enough.”
Jack nods, then starts the car and drives away.
It’s a quiet ride to the safe house.
“I want you to show me what you’ve got,” Jack says as he slams the car door closed.
“Like what?” you ask him.
“Whatever. I wanna see how you fight.”
“I don’t know if I can just pick something and go with it, I need…”
You’re cut off by Jack pinning you against the side of the house.
“Shit,” you mutter.
Jack’s face is inches from yours and you can feel his breath on your face.
“How are you gonna get out of this one, Squid?”
You grit your teeth. The corner of Jack’s mouth turns upward in a smirk.
You sigh heavily and dramatically. “I think you got me.”
Jack furrows his brow, confused. That’s when you make your move, twisting out of his hold and pinning him to the side of the house.
Jack blinks, and you can tell he’s trying to get his thoughts together.
“How…?”
“Don’t doubt me,” you say lowly.
Jack sets his jaw, trying to keep his composure.
“What’s wrong, can’t handle a girl who can keep up?”
“You’re a brat.”
You smirk, releasing Jack from your hold. He stands up straighter and smooths out his shirt.
He unlocks the safe house and enters, with you behind.
You turn and close the door, locking it. When you turn back around, Jack is inches from you, and there’s a different look in his eyes.
“Look, I’m sorry if I crossed a line or something, but you wanted…”
You’re cut off by Jack’s lips crashing into yours.
Your mind goes blank for a moment, melting into the kiss.
Then reality sets back in and you push Jack away.
“What the hell was that?” you ask him.
“I… I don’t know. I’m sorry,” Jack says, looking away from you.
“Listen, we have a mission we need to focus on.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I haven’t gotten much sleep and haven’t been around anyone that hasn’t been a man.”
“What about Turner?”
“She doesn’t count.”
“I’m telling her.” You smile softly.
Jack looks up at you, and his face softens when he realizes you’re relaxed and not angry at him.
“Hey, let’s get some rest since apparently you’ve gotten none and start tomorrow,” you suggest.
Jack nods. “That seems fair.”
“Great. I’m gonna go shower.”
Jack clenches his jaw again. Are you doing these things on purpose?
“Okay,” he finally says.
You wander off to the bathroom and take a nice, hot shower, removing yourself from today’s events.
When you finish your shower, you change into an oversized shirt and some shorts.
You walk past the living room, where Jack is going over some papers.
“Fuck,” he says.
You stop and stand in the doorway. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re doing this on fucking purpose,” Jack says.
You cock your head, confused by his statement.
“Don’t act like that,” Jack says, standing up from the couch.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know,” Jack says, standing inches from you.
You bite your lip, nodding. “I do know.”
“That’s what I fucking thought.”
Jack brushes your wet hair back off your shoulder and starts to kiss on your neck.
“Jack,” you sigh.
Jack nips at your skin, followed by his tongue soothing the bites.
“Jack,” you repeat, your mind going blank.
“Come here,” he mutters, pulling you to the couch.
He sits on the couch and pulls you down onto his lap.
You straddle his lap and cup his face with your hands.
“God, I hate how fast I fucking fell for you,” Jack mumbles.
You smile and kiss him again, biting his lip. The move gets a moan out of Jack, and you sweep your tongue into his mouth.
As your tongues swipe at each other, you squirm in his lap, trying to get any sort of friction.
Jack pulls back ever so slightly. “What is it, baby girl?”
You moan. “I think you know.”
“I do, but I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me, right now,” you whisper.
Jack smiles.
He helps you move off of him to lay on the couch.
“Jack,” you sigh.
Jack gives you a mischievous smirk and pulls your shorts and panties down in one fell swoop.
Subconsciously, your hand slides down your body to play with yourself.
Jack grabs your wrist, making you whimper.
“Wait.”
You nod as he pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers.
He moves up your body and starts kissing you. One of his hands moves up and down your thigh, ever so slightly touching you where you desperately want him - between your legs.
You buck your hips, wanting contact with anything at this point.
Jack’s fingers dive between your folds to your wet center.
You moan into Jack’s mouth, and as you do so, his tongue slips into your mouth to play with yours.
Jack moves from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck, and he pushes your shirt up to reveal your bare chest.
He starts to kiss your collarbone as he continues his work down below, pushing another finger in, making you squirm beneath him.
Jack starts to kiss your breasts, and stops to take a nipple into his mouth to suck on, eliciting a moan to fall from your lips.
“You like that?” Jack almost growls as he moves to your other nipple.
“Yes,” you say breathlessly.
Jack smiles against your skin. His hand is still working inside of you, and the wet noises from below are getting louder and turning you on even more.
“Jack, I want your cock,” you sigh.
“That’s very forward of you,” he mumbles before he slots his mouth against your cunt.
“Shit!” you exclaim as he sucks on your clit.
He quickly moves on from sucking to tonguing your folds, circling your clit and teasing your entrance.
“Jack,” you moan, moving a hand onto his head and gripping his hair.
Jack moans in reply, and the vibration feels so good.
“Jack, I’m gonna cum,” you cry.
Jack’s eyes flick up to yours, and you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes.
He continues his work on you, and your orgasm comes crashing in. You turn into a puddle of non-coherent mumblings.
Jack continues to finger fuck you gently, as well as placing soft kisses on your now sensitive clit.
He pulls his fingers out and puts them to his mouth, sucking up the last bit of you.
“Jack,” you sigh.
He smiles at you as he leans down and kisses you.
His face is wet from your orgasm, and his kisses are sloppy and wet. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and you pull him closer.
“That was so fucking hot,” Jack smiles.
“Mm,” you agree in your post-orgasm bliss.
Your hand reaches down to his hard cock.
“We need to do something about this,” you say lazily.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want it in me.”
“You looking for another orgasm?”
“Maybe I am.”
Jack kisses you again before he pulls away to remove his boxers.
He swipes his cock against your wet center, as you are supplying more than enough lube for him.
You jump at the sensation, still very sensitive.
“I know,” he mumbles before kissing you again.
As he kisses you, he pushes into you, resulting in moans coming from both of you.
“Jack,” you mumble against his lips.
“You like that?” he asks you as he thrusts even harder and faster into you.
You nod frantically, unable to speak.
“Shit, you’re so hot like this,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss your neck.
“That tight pussy feeling so good I could come right now,” he growls.
“Oh!” you exclaim, eyes almost rolling into the back of your head.
“But I want you to come on my cock first like a good girl. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes,” you stammer.
“Good.”
He pulls almost completely out before ramming himself back into you, making you gasp in pleasure.
As he continues his work, you feel the familiar sensation building.
“J-Jack!”
“Come on my cock, baby girl.”
You moan loudly as your second orgasm washes over you. Moments after you come, Jack comes, filling you with his warm semen.
Jack practically collapses on you and nibbles your ear.
“Shit, y/n.”
“That was so good, Jack.”
“You’re going to be a distraction, aren’t you?”
You smile. “Maybe I am.”
“Watch it, Squid, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Please do.”
Jack chuckles before he kisses you again, wrapping you in his arms.
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Unexpected
Pairing - Jack Reacher x child!reader
Word count - 2,322
Warnings - gun violence, death, blood mentions, child endangerment, angst, lil' pinch of fluff
Summary - on a mission wherein he saves a child, Jack Reacher finds himself forming an unlikely softness towards the young child
A/N - oooh this is new isn't it?? this was a request sent in by @fangirl23obession so I hope I did the idea justice. writing for Jack ended up being a lot harder than I anticipated so I hope this is an okay read for y'all. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!
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While travelling the states, Jack had caught wind of some suspicious activity within an Army regiment and so naturally went to investigate further. He didn’t care that he wasn’t technically part of the military anymore. When he got involved in something he was going to see his investigation through until the end.
The Army, knowing who he was and still respecting his rank despite him not being part of the Army anymore, let him weigh in on the ongoing investigation into how a soldier had gone completely AWOL with no evidence of foul play yet before he disappeared, he had been disappearing for hours at a time late at night and returning only in the early hours of the morning. At first, his comrades and superiors thought he was sneaking out to go to nearby bars and spend the night with people outside of the Army but when his superiors went to nearby bars to question the staff, they all denied seeing him at all.
As the investigation progressed, Jack found more and more evidence pointing towards a group of former military personnel who were trying to gain power to supposedly take back from their former places of work. Jack didn’t understand why such a group existed and quite frankly he didn’t care. He was there to do a job and that’s what he was going to do before moving on. He’s dealt with much worse in his lifetime. He wasn’t about to let one measly group of rogue soldiers do any damage.
What Jack could never have predicted was them scooping up a child off the streets and taking them hostage as a way to try and convince people to listen to their demands. With that newfound information, Jack was preparing to go off in search of the group to end them once and for all. The Army, of course, insisted he take some soldiers with him to assist in the whole ordeal and while Jack would rather go about everything himself, he knew he had very little say in the matter so allowed them to come with the one rule that they listen to everything he says. He is in charge of this operation and he’s not going to let anyone undermine him on this mission.
When Jack tracked down the base of the group, he took the soldiers assigned to his mission with him and headed to the old warehouse as he muttered to himself about the cliché of it all. When they arrived at the warehouse, of course, there was a group of ex-soldiers waiting for them, so Jack and his team immediately came under fire and were forced into cover. Jack commanded his team with ease, his military background having never left him and orders slipped from his mouth before his brain could even catch up. He managed to advance forward and make his way into the warehouse, taking down any men who refused to back down.
When he finally fought his way through the splinter cell of rogue soldiers, he reached what he could only assume was the main operations room where the leader had chosen to hide out, a young girl tight in his grip as he held his gun towards Jack.
“You better back up there, Reacher. You don’t want anything to happen to this kid now, do you?” The leader growls, moving his gun to be placed against your temple as more tears work their way down your cheeks as you squirm to try and get out of the man’s iron grip.
“The kid isn’t part of this. Let her go.” Jack says, his gun trained expertly on the man standing before him. He longed to pull the trigger, to end all this mess right here and now but he held his itchy trigger finger back. He knew he couldn’t fire his weapon now, not in front of a young child.
“If I let the kid go, you’ll just kill me. I’m not that stupid.” The leader snaps angrily, the barrel of the gun digging further into your temple with each word that leaves his mouth and Jack quickly begins to figure out a solution.
“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to put my gun down and you’re going to let the kid go. I won’t try anything. In fact, I’ll let you go.” Jack bargains, beginning to lower his weapon, crouching down and placing his gun on the floor before holding his hands up in surrender.
“I heard your men out there, they’ll kill me.” The man then says, his anger never diminishing.
“They’re only out the front of the warehouse, I never thought to send anyone around the back, so you have a free escape if you go now. Just let the kid go.” Jack says, slowly straightening up and loosely gesturing to the door behind the leader. He remained silent for a moment, eyes flicking between the door and Jack, watching warily to see if he’d dive for his weapon. Keeping his gun trained on your temple, the leader begins to back away towards the door, moving the gun away from your temple momentarily to open the door before returning it to where it was against the side of your head, ignoring the slight whimper that left your lips as the gun digs into your temple again. The man glances between Jack and his doorway to freedom before harshly shoving you to the floor and exiting the warehouse, slamming the door behind him. Jack picked up his gun and made his way over to you, helping you get to your feet, and you immediately clung to his leg, taking him aback slightly. As you clung to his leg, Jack heard a singular gunshot ring out from outside. He knew it was a good idea to bring along a sniper.
“Are you hurt, kid?” Jack then asks, reminding himself of the task at hand as he carefully detaches you from his leg and crouches down to be at your height. You didn’t respond vocally to Jack’s question, just shaking your head as more tears rolled down your cheeks. Despite you shaking your head, Jack checked you over anyway, just to be sure. Once he was satisfied that you were indeed unharmed, he looked at you once more.
“What’s your name?” Jack asks, the gentlest tone to his voice that sounded foreign even to him.
“y/n.” Came your mumbled response, throat thick with tears as you wiped at your eyes harshly.
“Hi, y/n. I’m Jack.” Jack introduces himself to you, doing his best to maintain a gentle tone to not frighten you.
“Do you know where your parents live, y/n?” He then asks, receiving another head shake from you and fighting back a sigh as he glances up as if the ceiling held all the answers. He shouldn’t have expected a young child to know their parent’s address, but it would’ve made his life a lot easier.
“I don’t have any.” You mumble, making Jack look at you curiously.
“You don’t have parents?” He asks cautiously, hoping he somehow heard you wrong but when you nod in response, he lets out a soft sigh. You couldn’t be much older than five and he felt awful that you had no parents.
“I’m going to take you someplace safe, and we’ll talk with some people I know and look at finding you a nice place to live.” Jack says finally, straightening up and immediately you cling to his hand with your small one.
“Okay, kid. I’m going to need you to close your eyes while we leave the warehouse. I won’t let you trip or fall. Promise me you’ll keep your eyes closed.” Jack instructs, looking down at you as you nod, closing your eyes and clasping your free hand over your eyes for good measure. He didn’t want you to see the blood and dead bodies he knew were on the other side of the door. True to your promise, you kept your eyes closed the whole way through the warehouse, your nose wrinkling at the overwhelming stench of iron but you kept your eyes covered the whole time until Jack told you it was okay for you to open your eyes. When you uncover your eyes and blink them open, you discover that you’re standing in front of a car and Jack opens the door for you to climb in. A soldier offers you a hand to help you climb into the car, but you shy away, your grip tightening on Jack’s hand.
“Come on, in you get.” Jack says, letting you hold his hand to climb up into the car, curling up in one of the seats as soon as you’re in the car, eyeing the other soldiers standing by the car carefully. Sensing your discomfort, Jack climbed in the other backseat to offer a familiar presence and he hadn’t anticipated you clinging to his hand once more. If it had been any other situation, Jack was sure he would’ve taken his hand right out of your grip but there was something about the way you only trusted him that made his usually icy heart melt just a little.
The journey back to the military base was short and silent and when you all got out of the car, you were immediately clinging to Jack once more as he led you into one of the offices where Jack’s arrival was expected. The moment Jack entered the room and stood in the middle of the office, you hid behind his legs, aware of all the eyes that were on you as the Colonel stood from his desk.
“Ladies, would you two take young…” The Colonel begins, gesturing loosely in your direction as he realised, he didn’t know your name.
“y/n.” Jack fills in the blank for him.
“y/n. Thank you, Reacher. Take y/n here and get her washed and a change of clothes while we discuss the operation if you, please.” The Colonel finishes, and as the two approach you, you shy away further behind Jack’s legs.
“Hey kid, you go ahead and go with them, okay? They’re just going to get you cleaned up. I’ll be here when you’re done.” Jack says down to you as your head pokes out from behind his legs, looking up at him before tentatively stepping out from behind his legs and letting the two women usher you away so Jack and the Colonel can talk. Jack goes into detail regarding the mission and how it was successful before the subject moves on to returning you to your family.
“She told me she doesn’t have any parents. I don’t know what happened to them, but it seems she’s been alone for a while.” Jack explains as the Colonel nods along to Jack’s words, brow furrowing in thought.
“Okay, I’ll call up Child Protective Services and I’m sure they’ll find a safe and stable home for her.” The Colonel states, reaching for his office phone just as Jack speaks up.
“Actually, Sir. I’d like to take care of her.” The words left his mouth with no hesitation which took the Colonel by surprise. Jack Reacher was never a man who had shown much care for those around him, but you had come along and showed a side of him no one had seen before.
“Are you sure, Reacher? With your lifestyle, she wouldn’t have a very stable life.” The Colonel says, hand hovering over the phone as he watches Jack carefully.
“I’m very sure.” Jack nods, and the Colonel mirrors his action, his hand withdrawing from the phone. Just as the Colonel backs away from the phone you come rushing back into the office, sporting new clothes and damp hair, greeting Jack happily as he crouches down to be at your level.
“I got a choice for you. The Colonel here can call some people who will help find you a nice home, or you could come with me. It’s up to you.” Jack offers up the two choices and you fall silent, eyebrows bunched up as you think.
“I wanna stay with you.” You finally state, grinning at Jack who nods, straightening up and allowing you to grab hold of his hand as he turns to look over at the Colonel.
“Thank you for your assistance, Reacher. Maybe I’ll see you again.” The Colonel says, dismissing the two of you and you leave the base, skipping happily alongside Jack. Jack takes you to grab a quick meal while telling you that you’re both going to get on a bus after and head someplace new which you were excited about. When you got to the bus station, Jack paid for the two tickets, and you boarded the bus. You immediately claimed the window seat and Jack took the aisle seat. But Jack didn’t mind one bit, being on the aisle seat meant he could protect you much easier.
When the bus first departed, you were happily whispering to Jack about how excited you were about everything but soon they were replaced with stifled yawns.
“How about you take a nap, kid? I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Jack says softly, taking his jacket off and draping it over you like a blanket as you curl into the jacket, eyes soon closing. With you soon asleep, Jack figures he should get in some sleep of his own and rests his head against the chair and lets his eyes close.
When he feels a small weight rest against his arm his eyes slowly peel open again, glancing down to see you slumped against his arm. With the corners of his mouth twitching up into the smallest of smiles, he carefully winds his arm around you, tucking you into his side as you curl further into him a sleepy smile covering your own face.
Maybe being a parent wasn’t out of his comfort zone after all.
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The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia
Pairing: Jack Reacher x f!reader
Warnings: 18 Plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY SUBJECTS! Mentions of murder. Mentions of trafficking. (Not detailed.) Smut. Unprotected sex. P in V. Oral. (F receiving) Dirty talk. Size kink. Praise kink. Scratching. Creampie.
AN: Reba, you are my queen
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer. 'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands
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The station was silent expect for the small grunt you let out as you stretched. It was going on 11 pm, everyone had done left expect for you and Reacher. He was determined to keep working. This case was eating him alive. When a man he was stationed with years ago randomly shows up dead, he knew he had to look into it. The more he looked though, he learned just how complicated this whole thing was. The mayor. The judge. Lawyers. Officers. The preacher. All dead in a spam of a couple months. Why were all the men with high power in the town suddenly dying? He couldn't figure it out.
"Where's the files on the preacher?" Reacher asked as he stood with a soft sigh.
"Over at Scott's desk." You answered and looked back down to your papers. With a nod from Reacher, he walked across the room over to the chief's desk. Rustling through the papers before he found what he was looking for. He started to make his way back to your office, but as he walked down the hall, he came to a sudden stop. Taking a step back, he looked at the framed photo on the wall.
A picture of the mayor cutting a ribbon. Then his eyes drifted to the woman standing next to him. She looked familiar. Reacher couldn't figure out where he has seen her though. That's when his eyes moved to the background of the photo. A small child standing behind the mayor. It hit him like a ton of bricks. It was you. The child in the photo having the same scar as you that lines from your eyebrow to your hairline. You're the mayor's daughter? Reacher thought. It was all clicking in his mind. You were the one responsible for this. But... something still wasn't right. He was putting all the pieces together, but there was still a piece missing.
What was your motive? Why did you do it? Questions flooded Reacher's mind as he walked back into your office. Returning to his seat. His eyes lingering on you before he looked to the files. He didn't know what to do yet. He considered locking you in the cell right now, but he didn't have enough proof. And if you really are the one who did all this... will he be able to put you away? He's been in the town for almost a month now working with you and the station. He's grown partial to you. Captivated by you, even. There was something about you... your fierceness... your pretty eyes. It had Reacher longing. And he wasn't the only one feeling this way. You knew the second he walked into town he would be the death of you. That captivating smile and bluntness would get you into trouble. Once you got insight into how Reacher works, you knew he would figure you out. That he would know it was you.
And as you looked at him sitting across from you, you know that he knows now. It finally clicked for him. You're honestly shocked it took him this long. But now that he knows, you're not sure what to do. You thought about just telling him, but what would he do? How would he react? Would it hurt him? You couldn't stand the thought. The thought of him seeing you as a monster. You weren't sure why you cared so much about Reacher's opinion; you didn't care what anyone else thought of you. So why care about he thinks? You were hesitant and you hated it. As the night went on, neither of you said anything. But you both knew. You both thought about what to do.
Reacher tossed and turned in his hotel room. Completely restless. He was trying to find that missing piece, but he couldn't. Why? That was the question that played in his mind on repeat. He didn't know why. Why would you do it? It was starting to bother him too badly. With a sigh, he got out of bed, and he threw on his clothes. Walking out into the cold, rainy night. Walking to your house at 3 am. He didn't care how late it was or the fact that it was pouring down. He had to know. So, he marched up the steps and he banged on the door. The line between your eyebrows growing as you got out of bed and went to the door. When you opened it, the crease between your eyebrows deepened.
"Reacher? What are doing?" You slowly looked him up and down. His jeans a shade darker from the wetness, his shirt glued to him. His muscles showing through it. His hair dripping and his chin quivering. Fuck. He looked so good.
"Why did you do it?" He simply asked and you weren't the only one staring. Reacher's eyes glued to the oversized t-shirt, the outline of your nipples visible and the boxers that were barely visible. Fuck. You looked good.
"What?"
"Why did you do it?" He said more firmly.
"Did you walk here? You're going to end up sick." You moved to the side to let him in.
"Don't change the subject. Why did you do it?"
You sighed and stopped. Looking down. Not prepared for this conversation.
"I was wondering how long it was going to take you to figure it out." Now Reacher was confused.
"You knew I was going to find out?" You simply nodded and handed him a couple towels and a blanket.
"Yeah. Surprised you didn't realize sooner." You started to make a pot of coffee and Reacher hummed. Thinking.
"Why?" He asked again. You took a deep breath. Trying to prepare yourself.
"The mayor... he was my stepdad and when I was a kid... he used to do terrible things to my sister." You paused. "When I got older, I learned that half the men in town, especially my stepfather, were trafficking kids." Reacher's eyes widen as he realized.
"I tried to take it to court numerous times, but because the judge and lawyers were in on it, it didn't matter how much evidence and proof I had, they always dismissed it." Reacher nodded as he listened to you closely. It all made sense now.
"So..., that's why I did it, and I'll do it again." You broke the silence and you slide a cup of coffee over to him before you rested your hands on the counter and looked down.
Reacher took notice of it, and he stood up. Taking the quick step over to you. He gently placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up so that you would look at him. "Is there anyone left?"
"Yeah... the chief. I think he's starting to suspect it's me." You spoke softly and held back a gasp as Reacher was suddenly so close and his cold hand was still holding your chin.
"Alright. We can take care of him tomorrow." He simply said and he let go of your chin. He still stood close though.
"What?" You grew confused and he simply repeated his words.
"We'll take care of him tomorrow."
You went to speak, but nothing came out. You went to argue with him and tell him that it's none of his business and he shouldn't get deeper into this than he already is, but you knew you couldn't fight him on this. He's too stubborn. He'll help rather you like it or not, so you don't push.
Instead, your eyes travel over his body. At his still soaking wet clothes that are stuck to him. Your eyes going to his muscles and lingering there. You realized you were staring and snapped yourself out of it. "I think I might have some clothes that will fit you. You can shower and get warmed up." You leaned off of the counter and started to walk down the hall. A smirk growing on his lips as he caught you staring. His eyes going to ass as you walked away. Then he quickly followed and watched as you searched for the clothes.
Now his turn to stare. His eyes stuck on your ass. His mind wondering off, but you quickly pulled him back to reality. "Here. These should work." You held them out to him, and he accepted them with a small smile and a soft thank you. He went into the bathroom and got into the shower. The scolding water hitting him. The tension in his muscles easing. His eyes fell closed and he let the water sooth him. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at his hard cock. With a groan of frustration, he let his head fall back. His mind continuing to wonder back to you. But not because of the case. Oh no. His mind kept going back to the image of you in those boxers. The outline of your breast in that shirt. You looked absolutely gorgeous to him. He wanted to jerk those clothes right off of you, but he knew he needed to hold back his thoughts. Although he wanted to bend you over the counter, he still felt the need to stay professional.
Even after solving everything, and being able to have you now, he still feels he should keep the relationship at a businesslike level. But you? You pace around your living room wondering if you should you just go join him in the shower or not. Over the past couple weeks, you've caught yourself staring and your thoughts wrapped up in a dirty fantasy about him. And after seeing him show up at your door in the rain and handle your confession so well, you can't stop the desire that is growing stronger. You let a frustrated groan out and you walked down the hall. You went to knock on the door, but before you could, the door was being opened and you were greeted by a shirtless Reacher. That's it.
You leaned up and captured him in a deep, heated kiss full of desperation. His body quickly relaxing and his strong arms wrapping around you. Lifting you up and carrying you back to your bedroom. His tongue gently brushing against your lips as he tried to deepen the kiss as he sat you down. Grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. His hands going to your breast. Gently massaging them. He laid you down on the bed. Kissing down your neck. His lips grazzing over your breast as he kissed your stomach. Kissing each and every scar, freckle and mark he could find until he stopped at your hips. Grabbing your boxers and pulling them down.
Greeted by your wet cunt. He hummed in amusement. "This wet already?" He teased and spoke in a confident tone. Then before you could say anything, he wrapped his lips around your clit. Gently sucking on it. A sharp gasp leaving your mouth as his tongue circled around it. Your slow breaths turning into heavy pants as his tongue kept working your clit. His movements slow and gentle. Making a chill run down your spine, your back arching and your legs shaking. His mouth on your sensitive clit felt so good. He was working you like no one else has before. Bringing you a pleasure you had no idea you could feel. It had you shaking. It had you wanting more. You needed more. Despite how good it felt and how you didn't want it to end, you grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. Moving your legs off of his shoulders and pulling him up so he stands in front of you. You raised up and started to kiss his abs. Your mouth traveling down to his v line. Gently kissing him.
You gripped his sweatpants and pulled them down. When his cock was free, you had to hold back a gasp. He chuckled at the shocked expression that you couldn't hide. "Will... it fit?" You said shyly and Reacher grabbed you by the chin. Pulling you up. "You can take it." He whispered in your ear, and he laid down on the bed. Pulling you down on top him. He gently kissed you. A kiss of reassurances. He carefully rubbed his cock through your folds. Putting the head at your entrance. Then he moved his hand away. Wanting you to take this at your own time. You slowly pushed down on his cock. Gasping as your walls stretched around him.
"There you go... that's it. Good girl." Reacher groaned as he watched as your cunt slowly took all of him. His hands holding your ass. You sat there for a moment to adjust to him, then you lifted your hips. Dropping back down. He bit his lip to hold his noise back. You noticed and pulled his lip out from his teeth, and he softly whimpered. "Don't start holding back from me now." He whimpered again when he heard your dirty words and felt your walls clenching around him. His eyes going down to your breast as they bounced with your bouncing hips on his cock. Your movements getting a steady pace that makes you and Reacher breathless. Yours and his moans growing louder and louder. He couldn't help himself when he let his hands move all over your body. Moving along your sides, your breast, your neck, your hair, over your back and down to your ass.
Gripping it. Helping guide you on his cock. As he admired you, he looked up at your closed eyes. Your head back in pleasure and your hands moving up your own body and squeezing your breast. He completely lost all bit of control he had left. He put an arm around you and with a swift move, he moved your body under him. Getting on top of you. He thrusted deep into you. The breath being pulled right out of your lungs. You dug your fingers into his shoulders and a loud moan slipped from your lips. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he thrusted deeply into you. It was passionate. It was sweet. It was slow. He made each thrust into you mean something. He made sure with each thrust that you knew how he cared for you. How long he wanted this. His groans getting louder and his thrust getting harder and faster. Your walls clenching around him and your nails dragging down his back as the new speed felt sensational.
You didn't even know he could make you feel even better, but he does. Your climax was on the edge. Struggling to hold it back. His climax creeping up on him as well. The volume in his groans increasing as he felt your climax release onto him. Driving him into his climax. Filling your cunt up with his seed. The results of yours and his pleasure dripping down onto the bed. The two of taking a moment to catch your breath. Once you did though, he gave you a grin and thrusted into you again. Round after round. He made you feel the best pleasure of your entire life all into the morning. The sun setting and lighting the room. His arms wrapped around your small body. Holding you close to him before you two have to finish what you started. The reason he came into this town. The reason he was brought to you.
#Spotify#jack reacher#jack reacher x reader#jack reacher smut#reacher#reacher x reader#reacher fanfiction#reacher smut#alan ritchson#x reader#smut#smut fanfiction#fanfics#fan fiction
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BFG masterlist
Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…
Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: heavy size kink, flirty reader, plus-sized reader, objectification of Reacher, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, sexual tension, smut, injuries, friendship
A/N: I don't write for enough fandoms so...bear with me...
BFG = Big friendly giant
BFG (1)
BFG (2)
BFG (3)
BFG (4)
BFG (5)
BFG (6)
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What about a jack reacher (Alan Ritchson) fic where it’s based on the 2nd season. But him and the reader had settled down but he was still way off grid because everything was in readers name and no one knew about her plus he would go out for like a week or something and travel which is when he went to margrave and stuff and on his last trip is when he gets the receipt thing and he uses reader and his house as a safe house and the crew meet reader and his kids.
I don’t think this is done but id love to see it done
Someone pls write it and tag me.
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Ok I’m almost done with episode 3 of Reacher but why the fuck is he so big?
Like I know he’s like 6’2 infinity and beyond and thicker than Mount Rushmore but like season 2 Reacher is definitely bigger than season 1 Reacher.
LIKE WHAT DID HE EAT?
WHO DID HE EAT?
CAN HE EAT ME?
#jack reacher headcanons#jack reacher x reader#jack reacher alan ritchson#Jack reacher#reacher#Celina talks
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Reacher’s Cranky Girl (Jack Reacher Drabble)
Summary: Reacher finds out that his best girl was having a bad day.
Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black, sneakylink!Reacher, sneakylink!reader, sexual themes (fingering, oral sex, over stimulation, bondage, slapping), MINORS DNI
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You woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
You couldn’t fall asleep until two in the morning so you only had five hours of sleep. You stepped in dog shit on the way to your car so you had to go back into your house to change your shoes.
Only for one of the heels to get stuck in a grate and tear off the back so you just settled for some flats.
You spilled your iced coffee on your silk shirt. At least it wasn’t hot because that would have sent you into a different kind of rampage.
When you finally get to work, your boss chewed your ass out because the printer froze in the middle of printing the investment proposal.
An investment proposal he needed for the board meeting this morning, which meant he either had to push the meeting to this afternoon or had to share the proposal digitally.
At this point, you were counting down the days so you can go home and spend the rest of the day rotting in your bed.
“Maybe I can call Reacher over here to help cheer you up,” your sister suggests, sitting in the chair in front of your desk.
“I’m not in the mood for teasing, Y/S/N.” “I’m not teasing you. I’m just saying that-“
“Not even Reacher can bring me out of this, okay? I just want to go home.”
“Y/N,” “I said leave it, Y/S/N.” You grumbled, shifting your attention back to computer.
“Okay, fine.” She says with full intention of calling Reacher anyway.
Your sister walks past the boss who was on the way to your office. He pops his head in the say, “Y/N, I need the updated spreadsheet ASAP.”
“On it,” “You’re still running point on the presentation, right?”
I thought you said I was incompetent.
“Sure thing. Did the board decide on a time tomorrow?” “Eight a.m.,”
“In that case, I’ll be in at seven thirty to prep.” He nods and gives a soft knock on the door before leaving.
Y/S/N closes the door of her office to call Reacher. He gave her his number when he found out the two of you were going to a concert in Philadelphia.
He knew you were the confrontational type and wouldn’t call anyone if you found yourself in trouble.
He wanted the er on the side of caution so he trusted your sister to let him know if anything happens.
Reacher was your sneaky link that wasn’t really that sneaky. He wasn’t easy to miss. He would walk into your place, fuck your face into the pillows, order the two of you some food, fuck your face into the pillows again then leave in the morning.
“Reacher,” he answers. “Hey, Reacher. It’s Y/S/N.”
“Is everything okay?” “Yeah, everything is fine. Um, when are you hanging out with Y/N next?”
“We didn’t really decide on a day this week,” Reacher states, unsure of where this conversation was going.
“Y/S/N, I’m sure you’re a great woman but I only have a thing for your sister and I’m a loyal man so..”
“Wow, that was not on my bingo card. I’m not trying to hit on you, Reacher. I’m asking if you can pick up Y/N from work today. She’s having a rough time.”
“Oh.. how rough are we talking?” “Like she’s about to bite the boss’ head off,”
“Okay, I’ll be there. What should I bring her?” “I trust your judgment, Reacher.”
With that, Y/S/N hung up and sat down at her desk leaving Reacher dumbfounded in Finlay’s living room while Neagley and David played video games.
“What’s with the face?” Finlay asks, handing him a beer. “What should I get a woman when she’s having a bad day?” Reacher asks everything in the room.
Neagley pauses the game and everyone slowly turning to Reacher who opened Google to find out the answer to his question.
He noticed the silence and looked up from his phone to meet their shocked expressions.
“What?” “You have a girlfriend*?” David questions.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he grumbles. “Then why do you care if she’s upset?” David retorts.
“Because it’s a nice thing to do for someone,” “Right, says the guy who breaks peoples faces for a living.” He presses the resume button on game.
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As soon as the clock hit 5 o’clock, you gathered your things and sped walked out of your office. You practically ran into the stairwell when you heard an office door open.
You didn’t have any more energy to give to that god forsaken company today. You rush down seven floors until you reached the front door, inhaling deeply when the fresh spring air filled your lungs.
You heard someone to your right clearing their throat and immediately rolled your eyes. You were not in the mood to hear anyone’s cheesy pick up lines right now.
“Looks like someone’s cranky,” a familiar voice calls and you looked over to see Reacher leaning against his truck.
“Reacher?” You approached him with a confused expression. “Are you looking to invest something or..?” You trail off.
There was no way he was here for you, right?
“No. I’m not here to invest, peach.” He kicks off his car and closed the gap between you, towering over you in the process.
“Then why are you- I’m going to fucking kill her.” You seeth, turning to walk into the parking lot when Reacher stopped you.
“You want to know what sounds better than killing your sister?” he starts, slowly rubbing the sides of your arms.
Your eyes fluttered closed when his rough hands smoothed over your shoulders, humming in response.
“Some curry and sushi for dinner,”
That does sound really good.
“And my face between your thighs for dessert,”
God, that sounded even better.
“How does that sound, peach?” He questions as he continued rubbing your arms.
“Really good,”
“Good because Y/S/N already took your keys and drove your car home. Hop in.” Reacher suggests, opening the car door to hand you a Dunkin iced coffee.
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“R-Reacher,” you groaned, twisting away from his eager tongue smoothing between your puffy folds.
He didn’t even wait until you were fully situated. Shutting the door, he took you in his arms and carried you into kitchen.
He set you on the counter and nudged you on your back. You gasped when he tore your pantyhose down your legs and lifted your skirt over your waist.
Pulling your panties to the side, he licks between your folds spearing your tight hole with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh my God,”
Shaking his head, he buries his face deeper in between your legs. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucked harshly on your sensitive nub.
He gathered your slick on his finger tips and sank two fingers into you, expertly thrusting upwards into your gspot causing your body to twitch.
He made it his mission to make you cum quick and hard.
“Mm, fuck.” You rolled your hips to match the thrusts of his fingers when he kitten licks your clit, sending you over the edge.
“I-I, fuck. I’m cumming, Reacher.” “Let it go, peach. Let me taste you.”
Your legs close around his head when your body trembles under the intensity of your orgasm.
A satisfied sigh left your lips when you came down from your high, your limp body was sprawled out on the counter.
He doesn’t slow his fingers and you could feel another orgasm building in your belly. He draws figure eights on your clit with his tongue, causing you to whine.
“Wait, I-“ you push his head away and tried to slide away from him but he pushed against your hand.
“Reacher,” you whimper, twisting your body away and covering your cunt so he would stop long enough for you to breathe.
“Move your hand. I’m not done yet.”
“I need a break,” you breathed out. “Move. Your. Hand. I’m not going to say it again.”
You don’t move fast enough for him and he threw you over your shoulder, smacking your ass hard as punishment. He didn’t care that you yelped out at the sharp sting.
Dropping you on the bed, he stripped down to his boxers.
“Strip,” he commands and you pulled off your clothes in record time.
You pressed your legs together when he approaches the bed when he pulls you closer by your ankles and flipped you on your stomach.
He placed a hand in between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. He straddled your legs and pulled your arms outstretched before tying your hands to the bed post with his belt.
Oh, you were in some deep shit now.
Moaning when you feel his hard cock against your ass cheek, he took your face into his hand and made you look straight back at him.
“You misunderstand, peach. The dinner was for you. The dessert was for me. I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and brainless.”
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Fem is not the default for fanfics and it’s not a woman’s only space. It’s also disrespectful not to tag your shit ☺️
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