#;; REACHER ;; ic.

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∗ 3o﹕ a random text . — @dollhidden Hui-soo & Reacher!! GIMME DRY TEXTER REACHER

[ TEXT: imagine Hui-soo's number here ] I got a concussion.

[ TEXT: imagine Hui-soo's number here ] I'm going to be dispatched from the hospital, but I need a guardian to sign.

[ TEXT: imagine Hui-soo's number here ] Told them you'd be coming.

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continued  ·  SAVANNAH & REACHER  ·  @h-a-unted

“i don't want your uzi, jack!” savannah shouted out of the blue as her hands settled on her hips. “and i do realize that i've been put on a lot of tough cases lately, but that doesn't mean that my sidearm won't suffice. perfectly capable of defending myself without that thing." she breathed and studied the massive weapon hanging from's reacher's side with disapproval. “overkill. that's all i'm saying.”

[h-a-unted]

"Maybe you're right." Or maybe, she was wrong to think humans would settle for being just good or just bad. They'd never agree, they'd never be neat and tidy, predictable – not entirely. Selfish, maybe, but even then, people like Beth popped up and surprised, so did people like Reacher.

"I don't think so, no. Being kind or gentle is not a sign of weakness." It was often misunderstood, he sometimes found himself making that error. Judging by covers, studying someone to the point of thinking he knew better. There was no point in judging people in this state – because they were all in perpetual alert, and people who are alerted act erratically, surprising even themselves. Who was to say Beth wouldn't be the one to survive the longest? Who was to say she wasn't the strongest just because she didn't seem the type to be?

"If you wanted, you could kill all of us in our sleep. We'd be none the wiser." Of course, the walkers outside didn't care for appearances, they'd attack anyone... So, outside, they all had almost the same advantages and disadvantages; one wrong move and either death or a mindless life awaited them. "The rest of us are much more reckless, because we think we can take on anything. You're not dying any time soon."

Beth wants to reach out to tell him exactly what his words and his kindness mean to her. His whole demeanour, level-headed and logical, helps to keep her grounded. Beth knows that she can be guilty of letting her emotions get the better of her, so he's balancing her out. Words fail her, though, and so she simply leans to the side, resting her head upon his shoulder. They sit like that for a moment, in silent comfort.

"Maybe it's naive to think there's good and bad anymore. Maybe there's just alive and dead, and everyone has to do what they need to do to stay alive." Nothing is that simple, Beth has learnt that the hard way. She thinks of her father, the kindest, most good person she's ever known. She wonders if he'd done things differently, would he still be with them? But she knew him. He would have never wanted to live if it meant giving up who he was. "You really don't think I'm dying anytime soon?" This surprises her, mostly because she knows that most people think of her as the weak link, the one who needs to be protected. It's nice that he believes in her, even just a little.

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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.”

—

“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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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

**

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.

**

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.

**

“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.”

[h-a-unted]

❝ i could’ve killed you! ❞ [ @warofthebeasts seph @ reacher ]

"You could have, but you didn't." He starts, a satisfied smile appearing for a brief moment. "I trusted your abilities, like anyone else in my position would have."

There's a pause as he rubs the dirt away from his clothing. He speaks again as he tries to clean his attire up just a tad further. "That was my only choice. What else would you have suggested I did?"

[h-a-unted]

"Are you okay? Hey? Hey -" @twiicetheheart For Jack Reacher

"I'm okay," he breathes out. It's an attempt, he isn't sure if it landed, if his voice even worked. The only thing certain to him is the extreme exhaustion coursing through his body.

He can feel the world spinning, pain around his abdomen, maybe even higher, as if he had broken a few things. Suddenly, he feels pain almost everywhere. He thought he was fine, before, but now when he tries to breathe, it grows harder by the second...

The temperature is rising, but he thinks it's just the heat of the atmosphere, the way the adrenaline is subsiding. What was it he had been asked before? Did he answer? ...That's when he realizes he can barely make the words, can barely even think about them, about what's happening. His vision is blurry, breathing is so heavy, blood is gushing from where his hand rests, tightly against his stomach.

Oh, he feels he might get sick. He shouldn't have fought, he should've run. He knew it, his opponent knew it, and yet...

"Damn it..." Breathless, he tries to lift his gaze towards the woman that spoke just a few seconds ago. "Not... okay," and subsequently, his legs fail him, collapsing to the ground.

[h-a-unted]

He sighs to himself. It's not that he thinks he himself is wrong, but he thinks the other might be right in that statement. Reacher himself was the worst offender when it came to believing he was right, all the time. It made for quite the uncomfortable and unamusing outcomes for him, from time to time. But he was too stubborn to turn back on his ways, in general ... Like right now.

"Change back. You're in a world surrounded by mostly humans, right now... We don't have shapeshifting humans here... yet. It's not normal. Not here. Not right now." He'll insist, he is right if he applies this logic, no? So, he is crossing his arms now, staring.

"Oh no, I don't think I will," he laughs, making no move at all to change back because oh no, it would absolutely be Reacher's luck that he's encountered someone who thrives on making others uncomfortable.

"It's normal. Just because it isn't normal for you doesn't mean it isn't normal for me. You humans, you're all the same, thinking that what you consider normal is the end of the discussion."

[h-a-unted]

“A soldier is no citizen.” - @hacker-codeq Q to Jack

"What's a soldier, then?" It's not like he disagreed entirely, but he was sure the other meant something he didn't entirely like. "Are you one of those who think soldiers are things to be thrown at the enemy and disposed of after?"

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Home Alone, 1990

Pairing: Reacher x Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: Hi!!! It’s time for Kinkmas!! I’ve been preparing for weeks for this….and still didn’t finish everything 😀😀 it’s fine. It’s fine I just forgot they had to be in order it’s fine

There’s something special about tying Reacher up. 

You sit on his waist, humming softly as you tie his wrists back to the headboard. He can get out, you both know that, but he’s giving you control and that’s what makes it hot. 

He’s got a funny little smirk on his face, while you wrap him up in the brightly colored garland and boop his nose. You fix the Santa hat on his head and pat his chest. 

“You look good” 

“Do I?” He flexes his wrists a little as you toy with the band of his red boxers, teasing both of you. 

“Mhm…” You toss your hair over your shoulder, displaying your perky tits in the pretty red lace bra you’d greeted him in when he came home. You took his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom with a mischievous glint in your eye, he immediately knew he was in for it and eagerly followed you back. 

“You comfy?” 

“Sure am… you like what you see Peaches?” 

You nod slowly and grind against him gently, rolling your hips seductively. He struggles against the restraints slightly, wanting to hold your hips.

“Well shit” He looks up at them and tugs a little harder and you swat at his chest. 

“Hey! You said you’d be good!” 

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you, but fine” He lets his hands hang again and you stroke his cheek, your hand looks so small against his face. He turns his head to kiss your hand and you gently pull away. 

“So what’s your plan, hm? " he asks lazily. Though his body betrays him, you can already feel him hardening underneath you. 

“I’m glad you asked” You reach over for a red velvet bag with gold drawstrings. You pull them apart and wriggle your eyebrows playfully at him. He raises an eyebrow as you slowly pull the device from the bag and present it to him. It’s a purple wand-looking thing with a large marshmallow-looking tip, you set the bag to the side of him and smile wickedly.

“I thought…maybe it was your turn to feel what you put me through every time you want one of your little marathon sessions” 

“You fully enjoy those” 

“Shut up, that’s not the point! The point is-“ You narrow your eyes at that stupid smirk he always seems to have on his face “The point is, I think it’s your turn to suffer” 

He tests his bonds again, they tickle his skin but he feels comfortable. He settles into the bed and grins at you as he bucks his hips. You squeak and slap your hands on his chest, bouncing on his cock.

“Do your worst” 

You frown at him, your little nose crinkling as you stick your tongue out at him, of course, he’s trying to still be in charge…. It’s fine, you’ll change that soon. 

Reacher's eyes widen as the vibrations from the wand send jolts of pleasure through his aching cock. He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Fuck, Peaches," he growls, his deeply strained with need. 

"That feels...intense."

The thin fabric of his boxers does little to dull the sensation, the vibrations seeming to penetrate right to his core. His cock throbs, growing even harder as you tease him with the toy.  Laughing evilly. He rolls his eyes at you but lets you continue your little torture session. 

"You're gonna make me bust in my damn underwear if you keep that up”

You smirk and leave it at the base of his cock for a moment 

“Maybe that’s what I want… maybe I wanna see you cream your pants like a lovesick bitch.” 

His chest heaves with ragged breaths, his abs flexing as he fights the urge to thrust into the vibrations. His blue eyes are dark with lust, boring into yours with an intensity that makes you shiver. 

“You’re treading on thin ice, Y/N” 

“It’s on the lowest setting you big baby” 

You turn it up a notch, stroking his cock slowly with it through his underwear, you lick your lips when you notice the wet patch of precum on the front of them. You lean forward and lick it, your tongue dragging along his boxers as you moan softly. 

Reacher lets out a guttural moan as you turn up the intensity of the vibrations, the toy sending shockwaves of pleasure through his hard cock. His hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. 

Suddenly these stupid little restraints feel like metal shackles as he fights the urge to rip them off and grab you to pull you down on his throbbing cock. 

His breath hitches as your tongue drags along the outline of his shaft. The sensation is driving him up the damn wall, and he can't help but thrust his hips forward, seeking more of that wet heat.

"C'mon, Peaches baby, don't tease me," he all but pleads, his blue eyes staring into yours with a level of intensity that makes a delightful shiver run down your spine. 

"Wanna feel that sweet little mouth on my cock. Wanna fuck that pretty face till you choke on it." 

He doesn’t miss the way you squeeze your thighs together. 

“I like it when you do that, fuck my face”

Your cheeks flush as you suck on his cock through his underwear. It’s just enough to keep him on the edge but he can’t feel your mouth with his underwear in the way as much as he desperately fucking wants to 

He gasps as your hot mouth envelops his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, the vibrations of the wand adding to the intense pleasure. His hips buck upward, seeking more of that wet heat, but the stupid freaking barrier of his underwear keeps him from feeling your lips directly on his skin.

"Fuck, baby, that's it," he growls, his voice deeply strained with need. "Suck that cock like you mean it. Gonna fuck your pretty face till you're gasping for air."

He watches you through heavily-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and the way you squeeze your thighs together again. It turns him on that much more knowing you’re enjoying this just as much as he is, he can hardly stand it anymore. 

"You're killing me here, Peaches. This what you wanted? Reducing me to a moaning mess while I cum in my pants??” 

“It’s exactly what I wanted”

You purr seductively as you keep sucking him through his underwear. The front of his boxers are soaked in his precum and your spit as you put the vibrator on his balls and leave it there. 

Reacher's body tenses, his muscles straining to not rip those wimpy little tinsel restraints as your words push him to the brink. The vibrations from the wand buzzing against his balls, the wet heat of your mouth on his soaked boxers, it’s almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum" he moans, his deep voice strained with desperation. 

He bucks his hips, grinding his throbbing cock against your face, smearing his precum and your spit across your cheeks. The scent of his arousal fills the air, musky and strong.

"C'mon, darlin', don't stop," he pleads, sending a shock straight down to your core. "Wanna see that pretty face covered in my cum. Wanna mark you as mine."

His chest heaves with each ragged breath, his abs flexing as he fights the overwhelming urge to cum. 

"Gonna- fuck...baby," he pants, his voice barely above a whisper. "Gonna cum for you"

With an animalistic moan, his cock pulses, spurting thick ropes of cum into his boxers. The fabric turns warm and wet as he empties himself, his hips jerking wildly.

You pull his messy boxers down as he comes down from his high and scoop up his cum rubbing it over your pussy as you finger yourself, rubbing fast little circles over your clit. You wanted him to finish first, wanted that moment to be about him, but now you want load after load from him.

“Fuck baby you did so good” you pant softly as you touch yourself, your head falling backward as you roll your hips against your fingers “So so good” 

"You're so fuckin’ hot," he watches you with wide eyes, his deep voice teeming with a new growing desire. 

"Playing with yourself like that, rubbing my cum all over your sweet little pussy."

Even if he’s just cum, his cock twitches, already starting to harden again at the dirty show in front of him. The tinsel restraints dig into his wrists as he tugs at them, desperate to touch you, to feel your wet heat around him.

Reacher's hips buck again, his half-hard cock sliding against his stomach, smearing his cum over his torso. 

"I just wanna fill you up, baby. Wanna pump you full of my seed till it's dripping down your thighs."

He licks his lips, his gaze fixed on your fingers as they work your clit. 

"You want that, don't you? Want me to fuck you senseless, make you cum on my cock over and over again."

You swirl your fingers through the messy cum, spreading it all over your pussy as you listen to him try to convince you to finally ride him.

“I don’t know… maybe.. maybe I want something else first… like, your mouth?”

His eyes light up at your hesitant little suggestion, he can work with that, fuck can he work with it. 

“That sounds good to me sugar, I’ll eat that pretty little pussy until I’m suffocating and you’re screaming” 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches your fingers keep working, the little cogs in your brain turning. He can’t help imagining the taste of your arousal mixed with his cum. 

"Come on Peaches, perfectly good seat right here just waitin’ for you” 

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You climb over his torso, hesitating for just a second as you settle on his face, his head securely between your thighs. You roll your hips against his lips for a moment, letting your head fall backward slowly as you moan. You grab the headboard, thighs shaking as you press your forehead against the headboard.

“Ooh my god” You mumble softly, giggling a little as you grind against his face “Holy shit” 

He’s had enough of playing good for you as he snaps the tinsel and grabs your hips, pulling you down harder against his mouth. 

You shriek and grip the headboard as he laps at you eagerly, his tongue dipping deep inside you. 

“Fuck you taste so damn good” He moans, His voice muffled by your body. 

"Gonna eat this sweet little cunt till you're screaming."

His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking your sensitive nub as he sucks it between his lips.

His nose nestles in between your lips as he buries his face deeper, inhaling your musky scent. He licks and sucks at your pussy, his tongue diving as deep as it can go, trying to reach your womb.

He seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard. At the same time, he slides a finger into your tight hole, pumping it in and out as he finger-fucks you.

Reacher adds a second finger, stretching you open as he curls them up to rub that spongy spot his fingers reach so perfectly. He can feel your walls fluttering around his digits, your arousal dripping down his chin.

"That's it, baby," he growls "Cum for me. Wanna taste that sweet honey on my tongue."

Your body falls apart as you cum on his tongue, grinding against him wildly, your hips rolling, you know he can take it. You know that he wants to take it. You scream his name, gripping the headboard with all your strength as you cum in his mouth, splashing down his chin and soaking the sheets. He keeps his fingers pumping in and out until you fall off of him onto the bed, your body shaking as you pant into the pillows. 

He reaches down, stroking his aching cock a few times to coat it in your mixed fluids. Then he lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock nudging slick folds.

"Ready for me, darlin'?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

You shake your head no, unable to even answer him you’re so overwhelmed by the force of your orgasm. 

“Oh… that’s too bad” With that, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You both moan loudly at the sudden fullness and the way you clamp around his cock like a vice. 

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with powerful strokes. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Look so pretty when you’re crying” He pants as the overstimulated tears fall down your cheeks, enjoying the dazed look in your eyes.

He grips your hips bruisingly tight, his fingers digging into your soft curves as he pulls you down on his cock over and over. He leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking at the sensitive bud, thoroughly enjoying the way you keen loudly and scratch at his shoulders. His other hand snakes up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“That’s my good girl, so willing to be fucked raw” He pistons his hips faster, the bed creaking beneath you as he fucks you into the mattress. His balls slap against your ass with each powerful thrust, stretching you wide with each hit to your cervix. 

With a guttural moan, he pushes himself inside you all the way to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot seed. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place as he empties himself deep inside your womb.

“Jesus fucking Christ” He pants heavily, collapsing on top of you, he thrusts shallowly as you cum again, falling apart underneath him messily. He buries his face in your shoulder, kissing your neck gently as he keeps his weight on you. Sure he’s crushing you but he’s so big and warm and you’re so delirious you don’t give a fuck. 

“You did so good” Reacher shifts slightly, mindful of his softening cock still buried inside you. He rolls you both over so you’re sprawled on top of him, your head resting on his chest. His large hands splay across your back, one dipping lower to cup your ass possessively.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing little patterns on your skin and you nod slowly, curling into him more. He nuzzles into your hair, breathing in your scent, and smiles

“You gonna say anything? Miss hearin’ that cute little voice of yours” 

You look at him, your chin resting on his chest and he smirks 

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk for a week” 

He squeezes your ass in his hands, jiggling it a little “Mmmhm that was the goal I had in mind… make sure you can’t run from me” 

Your mouth drops and you swat at his chest as he snickers and pulls the blankets over you two.

“You know what this means right?” 

“Nuh huh” You shake your head and he grins absolutely wickedly, sending a nervous shiver down your spine.

“It’s my turn to tie you up next time” 

[h-a-unted]

Neagley always had a way with words, especially when she communicated with him. Plus, he knew he could rely on her. If she knew she didn't need that much rest, then maybe it was alright to trust her word. "Sounds like a plan," he says with a small smile that inevitably creeps in due to her words. "Which cereal are you going for, today? I need a big sandwich. We could grab some cheap beers."

“damn straight. knew you'd see it my way.” neagley smirked back at reacher almost mischievously. the man didn't wear his heart or emotions on his sleeve, but he showed that he cared in small ways. she glanced at the diner down the street as they walked together on the sidewalk. “you really don't have to do that… but we do have to eat and i like diner food. maybe later we can paint each other's nails. spill our darkest secrets." she teased.

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

Chapter 10 is up at long last! The gang has left the keep for a hunt. Here's a little snippet (did you know @aifsaathwrites writes all of the lyrics to the songs in our fic?):

Dinner was a simple stew with crusty bread and by the time their bowls were empty, night had fallen and the campfires were blazing. Lyonel Hightower took out his lute and began to strum a Reacher tune, and Baela caught Aegon tapping his foot in time to the music while Gaemon and Daenaera hopped about hand in hand in an imitation of courtly dance. Jae and Aeg followed Ser Willis’ lead as he showed them how to bake sweet apples, coring the fruit and placing sticks of cinnamon he’d pilfered from the cooks in the center before coating them in mud and placing them in the fire with his knife. Aegon gestured to Fossoway, whispering in his valet’s ear and the man hurried to their tent, returning a moment later with Aegon’s own lute, the one he’d been gifted at their wedding feast. As Lyonel’s voice faded, Aegon cleared his throat. “I believe I owe my wife a song.” The first bars were familiar to Baela, the tune he’d played when they were wed— The Wooing of Maris, he’d called it. But to her surprise, this time he began to sing, his voice soft at first, but gaining strength and volume as he went on. Under the linden tree old and green Dance, oh fair maiden, dance around A lone wanderer he did see His bride a-crowned with fire Aegon’s singing voice was rich and deep, with a slight raspiness to it that made him sound older than he was. It was there when he spoke, but it was far more noticeable now when he sang. “Papa’s voice sounds different,” she heard Jae whisper to Aeg, who frowned and poked his apple, turning it in the fire.  Oh Maris of white hands, oh Maris of flame Dance, oh fair maiden, dance around Your sweetest voice bestows a name On one who has trodden so far The husky quality— a result of his burns, she realized with a start– did not detract from the loveliness of his voice, on the contrary, it gave his singing a worldliness, a poignancy that his cousin Lyonel had lacked. Nor did any of his notes sour, instead he carried the tune perfectly. He might truly have been a minstrel, she thought, if he’d not been born a prince.

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[h-a-unted]

you’re safe. they’ll never find us here. / @cokon for jack !

Trying to catch his breath, he had taken some time to stare at the other after the dust seemed to settle, for the moment. Though they seemed so confident, Reacher had other thoughts.

"Is this a safehouse?" Reacher asks, that would be one of the only places that could not be traced so quickly. "If you've used this place before, it might not be as safe as you think." Yet, he doesn't seem to mind. He trusts it'll take them a while to check this area in particular and, by then, Reacher trusted that he'd be long gone.

"Helping me interrupted... whatever you were doing. Why did you?" It was one of the things he didn't understand about the situation. There was nothing to gain from helping him out, rather he thought the other might do the opposite, before. More profit from that than this. Maybe, there was still a possibility that the stranger would sell him out... After all, Reacher couldn't even see his face, let alone his intentions.

[nanny-sc]

The only family that Jake speak is about his cousin 'Little J'.

Jake tells them a lot of cute child story for example how he read a lot of bedtimes stories to Jake, they slept together if one of them was scared, sometimes they even sneaked in Little J big brother room, or how much they love hug watching tv.

Now he is a man, some years older than Jake, who left his work to travel around the USA. Rarely he calls because doesnt have a phone, he prefers to send letters.

Dagger, Mav and Ice always immagine him as one of those hipster that they see always around San Diego.

The day when all Dagger families come for a family picnic, they are all curious to finally see this Little J, and the man who came is him...

For once Ice feels little when is near him, Mav in his mind call him 'Goliath' and Dagger ask why Jake call him "Little". Bradley is scared to the core when Reacher says to him "Dont you dare to break his heart".

Jake and Reacher are not allowed to play in family volleyball tourney (for the disappoint of a lot of present)

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@whumpgifathon | Day 30: First Aid

Ice Pack | Stitches | Bandages

"Reacher", season 1, episode 2 "First Dance", Jack Reacher

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