#Jack Reacher x Black!reader

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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,”

**

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.

**

“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.

[megamindsecretlair]

I'll Be Seeing You

Pairing: Jack Reacher x Black!Fem!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only. MINORS DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. PIV, Cursing, SMUT, ANGST, fingering (fem receiving), nipple play, Sorry if I missed others. No spoilers for the show.

Summary: When Reacher reached your town, he was lucky enough to meet you the first day. You made him feel things he’d never felt before. And though there was the sad tug of goodbye in every interaction, he couldn’t help but stay one more night.

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Word count: 2,253k

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive, @kiwi-jelly-mochi! LOL. I rewatched Reacher tonight. Need that man badly! This is what my brain considers a drabble. Enjoy! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

Reacher had a lot of adjusting to do when it came to you. He was a man that prided himself on being as free as possible, never sticking anywhere for too long. He didn’t stay in the same place twice. There was too much world to see and his boots were made for walking. 

However, when he blew through your hometown, he saw you sitting outside of a local coffee cafe, nose deep in a book and sipping on hot coffee. A glance was all it took for him to know that he had to meet you. Talk to you. 

It took some convincing. You kept saying you didn’t usually go for “white guys”. Like you were trying to convince yourself not to say yes to him. That only made him try harder. Stick around the town longer than usual, actually finding the place relaxing for once. 

No matter where he went, trouble always seemed to follow. Not here. Not with you. It was like you cast some type of spell over the town, warding it from any evil intent swinging through. If he believed in such things, he’d firmly believe you cast a spell on him. 

It could explain how his chest grew tight whenever you looked at him. Or when you smiled at something small like when flower petals landed on your hand or when you heard children laughing. You were so sweet all the time. So full of love and optimism besides all the horrors in the world. 

He strangely found that he didn’t mind it. He wanted to soak up more of it. Be around it. Around you. Interested in the way you make him feel. Stirring up feelings he wasn’t sure how to interpret. 

His favorite thing so far was when you called him your robot. He knew he wasn’t the most expressive, the most welcoming. He’d been called everything under the sun by men twice your height and weight, upset that someone treated them like an adult for once. 

He would be lying if he didn’t like your attempts to make him smile naturally. Doing funny impressions, making funny faces at him, bumping your shoulder with his. He played along, doubling down on being a robot but that was okay.

He liked that you were the beauty to his brute. You made him feel like Fred Flinstone whenever you blinked those cute eyes at him. You let him turn his brain off, live in the moment. 

Speaking of, you were sitting on your couch, drinking your favorite drink and listening to old vinyl records your grandmother left you. You weren’t really into the music, but listening to it made you feel closer to her. Mourn the relationship you never had. Okay, so maybe he couldn’t always turn it off.

In his mind, details mattered. He wanted to bask in all of your details. The moles, the scars, the lines in the palm of your hand. You’ve lived and that made you the most interesting thing in the world to him.

Cool jazz music played, Billie’s voice crooning, and you lightly bobbed your head, looking at him. He smiled at you, loving the soft way your eyes crinkled. You took another sip and tilted your head at him. “What you thinkin’ about Mr. Robot?” You asked. You reached out and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You,” he said, seeing no reason to be coy. 

“What about me?” You asked.

“How pretty you’d look in my lap,” he said. 

You giggled and shook your head. But you placed your drink down on the coffee table and scooted closer. “You’re gonna make it hard when you finally say goodbye,” you said, your voice wobbling. You kept on a brave face, smiling despite it all.

He told you that he wasn’t the sticking around type. The more he stayed here, the more he gained familiar haunts with you day by day, he wasn’t so sure that was true anymore. Wanderlust was his first love. Needing to roam thanks to his military background. Never putting down roots. Never staying in any one place long enough to make connections. Just a mean right hook and an itch whenever he saw injustice. 

Yet, whenever he thought of leaving, his chest would seize and he’d have to sit there and breathe through the panic. He knew he was in too deep already, but he needed one more night. One more day to wrap himself inside you and pretend to live there. Pretend to claim you. Pretend that you’ll always remember him when you’ve found the love of your life and forgot all about him. 

Just one more. That was all he needed. Then he’d be strong enough. Then he’d be the only one strong enough to leave you.

For now, he pulled you by the hand to come sit in his lap. You giggled, scrambling across the lush blue cushions to climb into his lap. He also loved it when you got excited. The way you lived out loud, expressed emotions clearly and vividly. So much so, even a brute like him could pick up on it. Become infected by it. Feel it latch onto his bloodstream and never let up. 

He pushed your black flowered dress up your thighs as you settled into his lap. He grabbed two big handfuls of your ass, squeezing it hard just like you needed it. You growled, rolling against his crotch like a needy slut. 

You weren’t wearing panties and he chuckled as he gripped your ass, giving it a light smack. “No panties this time?” He asked. 

“They just get in the way. Someone has a penchant for ripping them,” you said, pointedly looking at him. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his. He hummed, licked his lips, and leaned in for another kiss. You indulged him, bringing your hands to cup his strong square jaw and scratch at his stubble. 

“You’re right, they’re in the way,” he said, grinning naturally, just for you. Your eyes lit up and you squirmed in his lap.

His dick was throbbing with your movements. With the subtle friction from your breasts pushed into his chest. He squeezed your ass again, giving it another smack. He began to kiss your neck, licking the pulse in your neck and causing you to purr. You melted in his hands, falling against him as he moved further down.

He used his teeth to pull down the cups of your dress, freeing your breasts and humming in satisfaction. Fuck, he loved your breasts. Loved how they were the perfect shape and size. He leaned down, needing to feel your soft flesh in his mouth.

He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. You squealed, hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, sucking harder. He tortured the little nub, feeling it peak beneath his tongue. 

“Oh, fuck, Reacher, I could write entire books about this mouth,” you moaned, throwing your head back. You poked your chest out, giving him full and complete access. Just as he liked. 

“Please do, I’d love to read it,” he whispered against your titty. You chuckled, bouncing in his lap and rubbing against his dick. He felt lightning strikes straight to his balls, getting heavier with a thick load just for you. 

He let go of your titty with a wet pop, leaning back far enough to admire his handy work. Satisfied, he moved on to the other, suckling it and moaning as you rubbed in just the right place. Just enough for him to buck his hips. 

“I need you, Reacher,” you whispered into his hair, kissing his head. 

“I got you,” he said. For now. For this moment. For this brief interlude in between towns when he discovered all there was and planned to move on to the next. The next people. He wouldn’t find another you, however. 

He picked you up effortlessly, scooting you back on his thighs so that he could free himself. He groaned as his dick was released from his jeans, pressure finally eased. You leaned over to the end table, grabbing a discreet foil package.

He’d been here an entire week and he’d fucked you every single day. Never without a condom. He wished to feel you completely. To soak his dick with your slick. Your essence. The very heart of you. He wanted it. And that was exactly why he couldn’t. 

If you were an old blues record, you were one of the rare, more optimistic ones. The ones that hurt his heart and made him think at the same time. You sounded like forever in every ring around the record, the delicate scratch of the needle. You needed someone to handle you with care. With love. To play you every Sunday right as the sun went down, fresh glass of lemonade beside. To protect, to hold. 

And that was why he never forgot the condom. Neither did you. You handed it to him and he opened it, rolling it on, and he used his fingers to gauge how wet you were. 

Fuck, you were dripping. He groaned and went back to kissing your chest. Working his way up to your jaw, to the corners of your mouth, kissing you fully on the lips. Heat washed over him, a burning fire under his ass to get inside you as quickly as possible.

He played with your clit as he lined himself up, sinking you down on his dick. “Unf, fuck,” he moaned. You didn’t even grimace or cry out that time. A week was all it took for you to get acclimated to his size. 

“You’re killing me,” he said.

You giggled, pressing kisses into his face. He fucking loved it. Your hands went around his neck, starting to lift up and down onto his dick. 

Your breathing was shaky but you persisted, lifting all the way off of him and then sinking right back down. You groaned as he seemed to hit some kind of spot inside of you, rubbing his thick mushroom head along your inner walls.

“Shit, fuck me, Reacher. Fuck me, please,” you begged.

Reacher hooked his hands under your thighs and sped up, fucking you onto his dick with a little more speed. You cried, soaking his dick. He could feel it, but he couldn’t really feel it.

“Oh shit, right there. Right there, Reacher, right there,” you whimpered.

He listened. He kept the same pace, the same thrust, spearing you on his massive dick. “Let me hear you,” he said.

You cried harder, whimpered longer, moaned in a tinny voice that sent more lightning strikes to his dick. He seemed to swell just hearing how needy you were. Felt how wet you were for him. He pretended that it was only for him. That you would only ever get this wet for him. To bless him with this side of you. This unregulated, wholesome, completely authentic part of you. 

“Louder, louder,” he said, panting, thrusting up to meet you bouncing on his dick. You felt amazing. Perfect. So perfect.

Your cries got louder, moaning battling the music still crooning in the late afternoon. Your living room was small but it suited you. Everything about the space was warm and comforting. Even the couch. He sank pleasantly into it, firm enough to meet your sopping wet pussy.

Your titties bounced in his face. He watched your pert brown nipples dangling like sweet berries in front of his face. He resisted the urge to suck on them again, instead looking up at you.

Your mouth was open, tongue peeking out. Your eyes were low, spaced out, and the most beautiful sight of all. Better than any piece of artwork. Any genius masterpiece. Your nails dug into his shoulders. He barely felt it.

He wasn’t arrogant enough to not feel pain, but he was a big guy. He could take a punch and he could certainly take the way you gripped onto him for dear life. “Oh, Reacher, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, diving down for a kiss. 

“Let me feel it,” he said, looking into your eyes. 

You tightened your hold, gritted your teeth before your jaw went slack and you shook on his dick. He kept bouncing you, felt how your pussy tightened and pulsed on his dick. He moaned, wanting to keep looking at you but also wanting to let the sensation take over. 

Sensation won out as he dropped his head back against the couch cushion, smacking your ass as you moaned from your orgasm. He was close. Now that you came, he could take it a step further. Slide in deeper. Bounce you quicker. 

His balls tightened as he finally climaxed, hot sperm shooting into the condom. He moaned, grabbing onto your ass for an anchor point. He grunted as he finished, looking down at where you were connected.

Your skin was slick with sweat, chest heaving with breaths. He grinned at you, couldn’t help wanting to make you smile. He was going to hate himself when he had to make you sad.

“I think I’m gonna stay one more night,” he said, bringing you into a kiss. He licked your lips and you gasped and he slipped his tongue inside, needing to taste more. Do more. 

“Okay, but only one more,” you said, against his lips. You got an evil glint in your eye and he wondered if you weren’t up to something devious tonight. He couldn’t wait to find out.

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Good moaning. 😇

you ever just...

“Fuck.”

You smirked down at him as you rolled your hips again. “My, my, you have such a dirty mouth, Major.” You leaned down, your lips brushed up against his. “Someone should teach you some manners.”

He smirked. “And are you offering?”

You pressed your lips to his, moaning in to his mouth, as he bucked his hips up into you. His big hands gripped your hips and bounced you up and down his cock. You threw your head back in wanton pleasure, his name falling from your lips. 

“Reacher…”

“I don’t know, I kind of liked Major earlier,” he teased. He moved one hand to work your slippery clit. “Such a needy little thing, you are.” 

The rough pads of his fingers against your sensitive bud sent a wave of pleasure up your spine. Your movements were getting sloppier and you could feel your lungs start to burn. “‘M close.”

“I know. You’re gripping me real tight.” 

You rode him harder, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Then you better make it count, Major.”

Reacher took hold of your hips and bounced you up and down his cock like you were nothing but a flesh light. He grunted out your name, praises of you being his good girl sending shocks of pleasure to your system. You arched your back, taking him deeper, and a choked moan fell from your mouth. 

“C’mon, honey, cum for me.” He rubbed at your clit again. “Cum.”

You fell apart on a broken sob, your body spasming. He crushed you to his chest as he spilled into you, a rough growl echoing off of his tongue. 

You blew a few errant curls from your face and smiled down at him. “You’re still pretty nimble for an old man, Major.”

He chuckled and kissed your collarbone. “Yeah, well, I have to keep up with a certain insatiable someone.” His blue eyes bore into yours, making you squirm some. 

“What?”

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He cupped your cheek. “So beautiful.”

You rested your forehead against his. “Am I beautiful enough for you to make me dinner?”

He pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll make you as many dinners as you’ll have me for.”

[erajoie07]

Everything of mine is yours : Jack Reacher (2022) x fem reader

Warning: smut all the way. Today is December 24. Merry Christmas Eve!

Reacher is sitting near the laptop watching some series on his account when YN in just his large shirt and short cyclings waltzes in the room. She walks to the drawer and opens the lower one to grab a bag exposing her thighs and to his surprise a blue underwear that blatantly shows him her cupped cunt. She may not see the boner bulging already in his pants but he grabs his phone and pretends to type when she approaches him.

“Where did you get my shirt?” Reacher points the black Rammstein printed shirt, “Been looking for that. I thought where I last placed it.”

YN playfully tugs the shirt behind her, “It was in my laundry basket. Besides touch move, it's mine now so you can't have it anymore.”

Reacher is surprised, “Wow! So my extra phone case is yours, my large black jacket is yours, and now my Rammstein shirt is yours. Great work, YN!” He ends it sarcastically facing her and giving his arms in the air.

“Well I can make up to you...” she climbs between his thighs and lowering herself on his bulge. “That bulge ain't going anywhere but my cunt.”

Reacher lifts the hem upwards displaying her red underwear where he can see it cupping her pussy. His hand goes under and hugs it in his large hand, “Touch move, sweetheart, this is mine now.”

YN moans when Reacher rubs circles with his thumb. Reacher unbuckles his belt and reaches for his hardening cock lined with pre-cum on his hot head. “Rub yourself on my thigh, sweetheart.” He orders and grips his cock hard stroking it slowly. YN scoots back a little and braces on his arms. She starts slow, grinding her clothed pussy on that rough denim he has on. Reacher removes his shirt, holding tight on her waist. A wet spot forms where she grinds and the harder she goes the louder her moans fill the room. YN grinds her clit on the fabric and she reaches inside her shirt.

“Fuck, I'm so-" she removes her shirt over head and throws it somewhere. Reacher is shocked seeing her full breasts on display, stroking his cock faster.

“You are the death of me, sweetheart.” He groans half-sweetly massaging her breasts.

YN moans, “I'm going to-” shutting her eyes as she chases her high, grinding on it faster. Then in a second, she slows down momentarily and she halts. Reacher lifts her close to his cock, pushing her underwear to the side. YN lines his cock on the entrance before sinking in slowly. YN's breath hitches as she sinks it to the hilt in her warm pussy. Reacher groans when he feels the tight walls of her pussy. “Fuck is this pussy tight, sweetheart.”

YN begins to roll her hips on his cock. If not by a late chance, Reacher presses his lips near her jaw down the sides of her neck, sucking the skin in the crook of her neck. Unsatisfied, he grabs her breast while he suckles on the other. As if she would run, he kneads her ass while smushing his face between her breast.

“Ride me now, sweetheart,” Reacher voices out atop the lust and heavy need aching in the walls of his cock stuffed in her pussy. She raises her hips holding on to Reacher as she delivers a kiss to his lips, looking at his eyes filled with utter need to be satiated. YN maintains a pace on his cock flexing her ass where he could see through the mirror behind her. He caresseses the smooth skin of her back grazing his fingertips.

“You're such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Riding for me like that.”

“Shut up with those, so cringe.”

Reacher laughs and she follows, “Keep it real then.” He reaches for her hair and takes a grip on it. He wraps his other arm around her, keeping her close to his as YN hastens her pace. He observes the way she would shut her eyes and open her mouth thinking that she is close and he is too.

“YN, my beautiful girl,” Reacher brings a strand behind her ear.

“I'm coming,”

“I'm close"

With one final land, their orgasms come and the high drops easily. YN drops her head on his toned pecs.

He rubs her forearm as they both steady their breathing.

“Everything of mine is yours, YN. And you are mine.” He presses a kiss on her head.

They end up cockwarming and a spoiled series.

[southernbluebellereader]

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.”

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“Glad You Called” (Jack Reacher x black!reader)

Summary: Two years ago, Reacher left your home with nothing but a note left behind. What does he expect your reaction to be when he shows up at your door, saying you were in danger?

Notes; GIF is not mine, mistakes are my own, friends to lovers trope

**

The faint pattering of the rain on the tin roof of your outdoor garage was the only thing you could hear from the house.

You stared down at the unsaved numbers flooding your most recent call list. Reacher had been on your mind lately.

Which was kind of out of the norm because you hadn’t seen him in years. And you didn’t exactly end on the best of terms either.

He ghosted you. You woke up one random morning and noticed he was gone. A simple note was left behind:

“You’re perfect. You deserve better. I’m sorry.”

I suppose it was better than nothing, but barely.

He was in the Atlanta area and needed some place to crash. You were the first person that came to mind. He knew you were in Atlanta but had no idea which part.

He would have been searching for hours until he happened to walk by the coffee shop you frequented.

You were eating a piece of bacon avocado toast when you felt eyes on you. You looked up to see the mountain of a man known as Reacher, and that was the start of a very slippery slope.

One night turned in six months. Neither of you crossed that boundary but it was very noticeable that there was something romantic between the two of you.

There was something about the way the looked at you that desperately made you wish that you were a telepath.

That man had libraries worth of words in that brain of his and yet he chose to remain quiet every time.

The best part about it was while he was selective with words, his presence spoke volumes whenever he walked into a room.

Little did you know that what was going through his mind when he would look at you was one thing: marriage.

And that scares the hell out of him. He never crossed the line because he knew he would never go back.

That would be the end of it. His time of being a wandered would be over and he would be forever tied to you.

The domestic life would have taken him over, and it would have been completely voluntary. Because he wants to be there, with you.

He would have lived out his life as a husband and as a father. And he knew he wasn’t going to be ready for that, so he left.

Over the course of the six months of you living together, you expected to see him when you got home. He would ask you how was your day was while he cooked dinner for you.

You’ve gotten used to that. You’ve gotten used to him. And then he was gone.

The letter was all you had left of him for two years. And now there is an unsaved number calling you every day for the past week like clock work.

Speaking of, your phone rings once again. It was the same unsaved number, but this timed you answered.

“Hello?” you heard a deep sigh through the phone.

“Reacher,” you added, your palms growing slick.

“Y/N,” he starts, it was almost as if he wasn’t expecting you to answer.

“What, cat got your tongue?” you said unamused.

“You’re in danger Y/N. When can you get to New York City?”

“What makes you think I want you to protect me?”

“Y/N, we don’t have time for this. They threw Franz out of a helicopter after torturing him for information. I need to know that you are safe.” he says all in one breath.

“Franz?” you repeated.

He remained silent for a moment.

“God. I was at his wedding last year,” you said in disbelief.

“How soon can you get to New York?” he repeats.

“I can protect myself, Reacher. Goodbye.”

“Then I’m coming to you,” he says before ending the call. You stared at your phone with your mouth open in disbelief.

You had a feeling that would be a face you would be making often.

**

You already knew who it was from the solid knock reverberating through your house. However, it is better to be safe than sorry.

You had to admit that you’ve been on edge ever since Reacher called you. You only went out for the essentials and even then, those trips were kept minimal.

Taking your Beretta from your table, you check the chamber and clicked off the safety as you made your way towards the door. Opening the door, you had the barrel of the gun pressed against it.

Much to your surprise, it was not just Reacher at your front door. O’Donnel, Neagley and Dixon were standing behind him.

“I was hoping you weren’t serious,” you start.

“When have you ever known me to joke?”he retorts.

“There was a time that I knew you to have integrity. Obviously that has changed.” you said, clicking the safety back on.

You walked back inside and tucked your gun under your waist band. Reacher took that as an invitation to enter and the rest of the group followed.

Reacher couldn’t help but look around the familiar house. You still liked to keep the house smelling of citrus with a dash of honey.

He loved the smell. It reminded him of Christmas. Reminded him of home. He almost ran into you when you stopped to turn around.

Your glossed over eyes met his and while your gaze remained on his face, his explored every detail.

Your voluminous, curly hair just barely touched your shoulders. Your favorite crop top and sweatpants outfit you wore more often than not. Your fuzzy Crocs that he initially hated but he grew to love.

He grew to love you.

O’Donnel and Neagley shared a look at how cold you were being towards Reacher.

Of course they didn’t know about what happened between you before. So as far as they were concerned, it was unwarranted.

“You guys didn’t need to come all the way over here. Like I told Reacher, I can handle myself.” You explained, breaking the silence.

“I’m sure Franz thought the same thing,” Neagley starts.

“We’re not losing anyone else. And I know I’m not your favorite person right now, but you’re just going to suck it up for the time being.” Reacher stampedes.

“If you somehow think you can just burst into my home and my life, and stick your chest out while you give orders. You’re insane. But if you really expect me to listen, you can fuck off.” You snark, crossing your game and narrowing your eyes at him.

“Okay, obviously we missed a few chapters.” O’Donnel voiced.

The group looked between you and Reacher for a moment until Dixon spoke up, “Whatever bad blood you two have, set it aside. I can guarantee you, it’s not worth your lives.”

“Yeah, we started coming up with a plan of action but it didn’t really get anywhere because Reacher was adamant about getting in touch with you. So now that we’re all together where can we start?” O’Donell facilitates.

“What do we have so far?” you questioned, giving Reacher one last pointed look before sitting down.

**

Should I make a part 2? 🤔

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The Jealous Type (Jack Reacher x bartender!reader)

Summary: Reacher isn’t a fan of your job as a bartender. And he has no problem expressing it.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, Reacher is such a simp for reader in this one

Prompt credit @creativepromptsforwriting :“I’m not jealous, I’m being absolutely reasonable,”

**

O’Donnel watches in amusement as Reacher watches a man lean over the bar as you worked. Every move the man made, Reacher’s eyes followed.

You kept the conversation short and sweet but the guy was hell bent on getting as much information from you as he could.

“Why don’t you just go over there already?” O’Donnel asks, his eyes falling to the glass in Reacher’s hand on the verge of breaking.

He quickly realizes this and set the glass down. The last night he needed was you being upset for breaking one of your glasses.

“Because she didn’t signal me yet,” he responds, rolling his shoulders to loosen the tension in his neck.

“What, are you at her beck and call or something?” O’Donnel teases, earning a glare from Reacher.

“What did Meat Head do now?” Dixon asks as her and Neagley joined the group.

“I’m telling the Big Guy why doesn’t he just go over there and handle it,” O’Donnel explains.

“You guys forget that Y/N was doing just fine before the Big Guy stepped into the picture. She can take care of herself.” Neagley comments.

“Yeah, that was before. She doesn’t need to take care of herself when she’s with me,”

When you and Reacher first started talking, he hoped you were joking when you said you were a bartender.

Once he realized you were serious, he went to your bar as soon as he left his job. He waited around the last fifteen minutes of your shift and drove you home.

As much as you fought it in the beginning, it quickly became a routine for you. Sometimes the special investigators crew would join and other times they wouldn’t.

Regardless, he would be there waiting for you.

The rest of their conversation faded out when you finally looked up from cleaning a glass to meet Reacher’s gaze.

He linked his hands together in front of him while he adjusted in his seat. He was antsy and you knew it but you still shook your head no.

“Who are you shaking your head at, gorgeous?” The man questions, desperately wanting any sliver of attention that he can get.

“My boyfriend,” “Yeah right, you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re just saying that to make me go away,” the man retorts, the bourbon in his breath making you a little nauseous.

“Turn around then tough guy,” you taunt, setting down the glass as an amused smile made its way on to your face.

“Go on,” you encourage, quickly watching the smirk leave the man’s face when he makes eye contact with Reacher’s stone cold gaze.

Reacher stands from his chair and made his way over to the bar. He towers over the man, who says, “What. The. Fuck.”

Reacher doesn’t say a word in response. He didn’t need to.

Watching the beads of sweat trickling down the man’s face, Reacher took it upon himself to flinch at the man, making him cry out and slip out of his chair.

He watched unamused as the man fell flat on the side of his face and struggled to bring himself to his feet.

The regular crowd barely turned their heads at the loud thud as they were used to Reacher running guys out of your bar.

If anything, they knew better than to question it.

Reacher’s shoulders unconsciously relaxed when he heard your giggle.

“What?” He smiles at you, leaning over the bar like the man was doing before.

Leaning in slowly for a kiss, you nearly melt at the touch of his lips grazing your skin.

“You were jealous,” you tease, turning off the TV which were the first sign to your regulars that you were closing.

“I’m not jealous, I’m being absolutely reasonable,” “Reasonable?”

You quirked a brow at him and the two of you looked over the bar at the man who was now passed out on the floor.

You didn’t give him that much to drink so he probably pregamed before he got there.

But he was your problem nonetheless. “I’ll call him a cab,” you said with a sigh.

“Don’t worry about it, Peach. O’Donnel will handle it.”

“Hey! Why am I always the one being volunteered for shit?”

“Because you’re always the one talking shit. Now move it. One foot in front of the other, there you go.” Reacher barks, smiling once again when he hears you laughing.

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Glad You Called 2/2

Summary: Reacher kept something hidden from you for those two years. And it was right under your nose the entire time.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, here’s the part 2 you guys asked for :) @cookiemonsterboss

Any tips for writers block anyone??

Part One

**

Blowing a long, satisfied breath, you descend down the stairs pressing your locs dry with your towel. You were about to watch an episode of Supernatural when someone sitting on the couch caught your attention.

“What are you still doing up, Reacher?” You said with an annoyed sigh.

“I was going to ask you the same question,” he said, looking up from the computer he borrowed from Neagley.

“I’m going to watch my show,” you sat down and the couch across from him and took the remote into your hands.

Signing onto Netflix, you scroll down and click on Supernatural, making sure to lower the volume.

You secured your locs tightly in your bonnet you had brought with you when you catch Reacher staring.

He pretends to scroll on the laptop as if you didn’t catch him staring at you seconds before.

It took you all of five minutes of him looking at you through your peripheral for you to speak up.

“Oh my God, just say what you want to say, Reacher.” You finally say, breaking the silence.

“I.. don’t have anything to say,”

“Your eyes are telling me something different.”

“I missed looking at you,” he confessed after a moment of silence.

“Should have thought about that before you ghosted me,” you state, not even bothering to look away from the TV screen.

“It was my choice and I have to live with the consequences. But I never meant to hurt you, Y/N.”

“Bullshit,”

“It’s not bullshit. I thought I was doing you a favor by leaving-“

“No, you took the easy way out. I’ve been in enough of these situations to know. But what really burns me to the core?” You finally look away from the TV to glare at Reacher.

“Is that I told you everything about my fear of people leaving. I told you how deep rooted the pain was, and you left anyway.”

“There’s nothing I can do to fix what I broke. I know that.”

“I’m done convincing people that I’m loveable. I’m at point in my life where I prefer to be alone than to have bad company.”

“I know,”

“Then why did you come back?”

“You know why,” he says.

“I know you won’t say it,” you say, standing from your place on the couch.

You crossed over to where Reacher was, barely towering over him even when he’s sitting down.

“I hate you,” you seethe. Hurt flashed across his face and for a moment, you felt guilt nipping at you.

“I could never hate you, Y/N.” He confesses softly, his hazel green eyes searching your Y/E/C ones.

Your face grew hot the longer he stared at you and you finally realize your proximity.

Damn it, why was your heart racing? Why was your body betraying you like this?

“When this is over, I never want to see you again.”

“I respect it,”

You didn’t know how to feel about this. A part of you wanted him to fight back like he did before.

Because at least you wouldn’t feel bad for treating him this way.

Especially since he more than deserved it. The air grew thick with tension and you held his gaze when he slowly stands from the couch, standing in front of you at full height.

You catch him bringing a hand up to caress the side of your face with his thumb.

“You don’t get to come over here talking all soft and think you’re somehow forgiven,” you whisper, your heart skipping a beat when he leans in closer.

“Would you forgive me if I gave you an apology?” He leans in an inch away from your face.

“No,” you body tenses under his touch and your eyes fluttered closed.

“If you tell me to stop, I will.” His breath fans against your lips. You could feel a heart racing pattering in your chest.

Everything stood still for a moment. The show playing in background was long forgotten.

Just as your lips were about to connect, you said, “I can’t do this.”

He lets you pull away from him, watching as your legs rushed you up the stairs and into your room.

The door creaks closed and you linked your hands above your head, consequently pacing in your bedroom.

What the hell was he thinking? What the hell were you thinking?

Deciding to give Reacher a piece of your mind, you pulled the door open to find him standing before you, raising a hand to knock on your door.

Turning your walk back inside your room, Reacher took that as an invitation to come in. He closes the door behind him and starts, “I want to confess something.”

Your ears perk at his words, that was a phrase you’ve never heard him say before.

“Okay,” “I’m tired. Tired of being the leader. Tired of needing to fix things all the time. Tired of being strong for everyone else. I haven’t met anyone who really understood that besides you.”

He comes around the bed to where you were, dragging a chair over and spun it around to sit down.

“Aren’t you tired, Y/N?”

“You want to know what I’m tired of?” “I’m tired of the influence you still have on me after all these years. I hate it. But at least it taught me one thing. Never let a man get too close.” You added before he had a chance to answer.

“You think you don’t have an influence over me?” He challenges. “Obviously not, Jack. You left me. That’s as crystal clear of an answer you can get.” You state, noticing the visible wince when you call him by his given name.

He presses his lips together as he contemplates something. You lift a brow, daring him to challenge what you had just said.

He stands up from the chair and took his pocket knife from his boot. Flicking the knife open, he knelt down to and popped out a piece from the wooden leg of your vanity.

He slid his hand into the opening, your heart sank when he took out a navy blue, velvet box.He drops the box into your hand and you brushed off the dust that had collected on the top.

You spared him a glance and he merely crossed his arms, waiting for you to open it. Opening the box, a periodt pear cut diamond ring winked at you under the dim lighting.

“Reacher, don’t tell me this is-“ “I planned an entire getaway trip to New York City where I would have asked you to marry me with that ring.” He interrupts and suddenly your mouth felt dry.

This was your dream ring. This was your dream man. So where did it all go wrong?

“What made you change your mind?” You asked after a brief silence.

“I watched my father deteriorate when my Mom died. I knew that.. one day that would be a possibility. Reacher men have terrible luck,”

“So.. let me get this straight. You left me because you’re worried I might die?” “Yes. And I know how it sounds, but-“

“That’s your first mistake right there, Reacher. You were too caught up in the what ifs that you missed what was right in front of you the whole time: a home- our home.”

“I know,” his your gaze fell back down to the ring in your hands. “You should try it on,” he suggests and you find yourself taking the ring out of the box, hesitantly sliding the band on your ring finger. It even fits perfectly.

“How did you know I wouldn’t throw the vanity away?”

Without a second thought, he closed the gap between you and captured your lips in a warm kiss. His massive hands covered your face as he continued to kiss you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you get lost in the way his lips felt against yours. He pulls away just enough for the two of you to get air, resting your forehead against his.

“Because I know you,” he says, caressing the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

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The Secret Jack Reacher Files

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Jack Reacher x Black!reader Fics

I'll Be Seeing You

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Sir, Yes Sir (A Jack Reacher Drabble)

Summary: this is a continuation of Copy That

Notes: GIF is not mine, this isn’t a beta’d read, allusions to sex, sexual themes (cockwarming), minors DNI

Prompt credit @prompts-in-a-barrel : “I can take care of myself” “I know that. But you shouldn’t have to”

**

“As of now, you are precious cargo to them. You hold all of the digital evidence of their operation and control over their wire transfers. You’re going to be their prime target. You go nowhere alone. Not even to the gas station, understand?” Reacher commands, pulling your spinny chair back so you looked him directly in the eye.

“Sir, yes sir.” He lets go of your chair and you stretched your back as you stood from the chair.

You walked out from behind the desk and advanced down the hallway.

“Where are you going?” Reacher asks, turning his attention from Finlay’s computer.

“To the gas station,” you were met with Reacher’s fiery gaze and huffed. “Relax, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Finlay chuckles at your boldness. “She’s taking this surprisingly well,” Roscoe states.

You weren’t taking it well. Only Reacher knew that, of course. Before you got the chance to get settled, you wanted to see Joe’s body. You needed to rip off the bandaid.

Reacher advised against it but you practically forced him to take you. He pulled up to the coroners office and you told him to stay in the car if that was more comfortable, almost forgetting that he doesn’t process emotion like an average person.

You begged him not to go in there with you and he complied. You were in there for ten minutes, holding Joe’s hand as you said good bye.

You wanted to just rip off the bandaid.

You thought you had everyone fooled until Reacher found you crying hysterically in the shower.

You should have known that he noticed. He always notices.

Reacher leaves the room and down the hall where the bathroom was. He raised his hand to knock on the door when he heard a shaky sigh through the door.

He knocks and you jumped at the sudden noise.

“I’m fine, Reacher.” “Open the door,” he commands and you let out a deep sigh before complying.

“I can take care of myself,” “I know that. But you shouldn’t have to.” He steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

“You were never my commanding officer, you know. You don’t get to bark orders at me.” You hiss, crossing your arms.

“What’s wrong?” He asks lowly. “Nothing is wrong,” he looks at you for a moment before boldly stating, “I don’t even know why you try at this point. We both know you can’t lie to me.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, refusing to meet his gaze. “You’re scared,” he deduces after a long silence between you.

You looked up at him, a stray tear threatens to leave your eye but you brushed it away before it could hit your cheek.

“I normally wouldn’t be. But they got Joe, Reach. If they got him, they could get me.”

“I will not let that happen. You know I will never let that happen.” You open your mouth to object but he interjects, “I will protect you with my dying breath.”

You tried to speak again and he says, “I love you.”

He starts another sentence when you tried to speak again and you covered his mouth with your hand.

“I love you too,” you slowly dropped your hand and his eyes drifted to your lips for a moment.

“Take me to the motel. Now.”

**

Your soft snores filled the motel room. Your small frame was covered by Reacher’s massive arms, pulling you closer to his chest.

His eyes were fixated on the door as soon as you fell asleep, his ears attuned to any sound outside the door.

He couldn’t help but close his eyes, feeling your warmth against his bare chest.

You were sound asleep with his cock buried inside of you all the way to the hilt. You had been sleeping for close to twenty minutes now.

He groaned when you fluttered around him, already starting to feel himself get hard. He calls your name and you hummed in response, stirring awake in his arms.

“I thought you said you were sore,” “I am,” “Then why are you- mm,” he trails off when you clenched around him a second time.

“Sorry, that wasn’t intentional,” you let out a squeak when he pulls you on your back and yanks you down to the center of the bed.

“Okay, maybe that was intentional.” You said against his lips, wrapping yours arms around his neck to pull him closer.

He wraps your legs around his waist and fell down flat on his back. You gasped at the loud crack the bed made, holding onto his arms for stability.

“You can’t do that!” You said, hitting his chest. “You’re such a mountain man,” you scold, crossing your arms.

“You didn’t mind climbing this mountain earlier,” his smile widens when you call him a jackass.

His hands came up to hold your face as he pressed a searing kiss on your lips. Rolling your hips against him, your lips perfectly syncing with his. His hands slid down your back until they rested on your ass.

The moment was cut short when his phone rang. He pressed a few more kisses on your lips before leaving you on the bed while he answered the phone.

You watched as his face contort from the soft Reacher you were just on top of to normal, business man Reacher.

He continued the conversation and you slid on his black boxers, thankful for the elastic band that remains around your waist.

But barely.

You pulled his shirt over your frame and grabbed your wallet to get something from the vending machine down the way.

“Where are you going?” Reacher says, remaining on the phone. “To the vending machine,” “Not dressed like that,”

He gives you a once over and shook his head no. Turning his back to you as if his word was gospel. Rolling your eyes, you unlocked the door and opened it.

Before you could step one foot outside, the door is closed. Reacher held your gaze and you lifted your head defiantly.

“I said-“ “I know what you said. I don’t see a problem with what I’m wearing. Everything is literally covered.”

His gaze fell to your chest and he rubs his thumb over your hardening nipple. You gasped, slapping his hand away.

“Barely. It’s a no.” he steps away from the door, thinking the matter was over until he heard the door unlock once again.

“I’ll call you back in a minute,” he flips the phone closed and let out a sigh.

“I’m going to tell you this once. Get on the bed and forget about the vending machine.”

He watched the gears turn in your head and he just knew you weren’t going to give it up.

“Go on. Let’s see if you can outrun me,” he taunts, motioning to the door.

The bastard even opened the door and crossed his arms. Mind you, he was nude as the day he was born because you were wearing his clothes.

And you knew he had no problem walking outside and dragging your ass back inside the motel room.

You dropped your wallet back on the nightstand and sat on the bed patiently. “That’s what I thought,” he closed the door and locked it, not taking his eyes off you.

You kicked off his boxers and spread your legs like a bitch in heat when he makes his way over to you with a dark look in his eyes.

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Copy That (Jack Reacher x ex!wife!reader)

Summary: Much against his preference, he gave you a call and asked for your help. When a hit was hired to take you out, he deeply regrets getting you involved.

Notes: GIF is not mine, this is not a beta’d read, protective Reacher, soft Reacher, reader is black, technically this is a drabble but there will be more drabble with the same characters

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“Who’s able to hack into a system with this much encryption?” Rocoe asks, linking her arms over her head as she leaned back into her chair.

“Let me see,” Reacher turns the monitor to face him. There’s a black screen with a singular white box that asks for a password.

Obviously it’s more than a password. They probably beefed up their cybersecurity when he noticed someone getting too close to their operation, Reacher thought to himself.

“Finlay, do you have any friends in cybersecurity security that we can trust?” Roscoe asks.

“Negative,” Reacher knew exactly the person for the job. He hadn’t spoken to you in years, and he didn’t want the first time he contacted you to be when he needed something.

But he didn’t have any other choice.

You wanted out of field work two years after your operations team disbanded. In that way, you were opposite of Neagley, your best friend.

You liked being in the comfort of your own office, free to do anything you’d like when waiting for the decryption to crack.

Life with you was domesticated. Life with you was peaceful. A level of peace he wasn’t sure he would feel again, even if he went back to his favorite home town growing up.

“Reacher?” Roscoe asks, touching her forearm to bring him out of his thoughts. “Where’d you go?” “Nowhere, I’m right here. I know someone,” Reacher finally says, pulling out his burner phone.

“Really? You have friends?” Finlay jabs, earning a glare from Reacher. He dialed your number and put the phone on speaker.

You were in the middle of doing a headstand lotus on your yoga mat when you heard your phone vibrate.

It was from an unsaved number. There was two people that would call from unsaved number: Neagley or Reacher.

You answered the phone and moved across your office to close all the blinds. “Y/L/N,” you answer and you were met with silence.

“If this is some ploy to scare me, you really suck at it.” Reacher stared at the phone, his heart pattering wildly in his chest.

You just had that effect on him.

You were about to hang up the phone when you heard a low baritone say your name.

You looked down at the number before bringing the phone back up to your ear. “Reacher? Is everything okay?”

You peeked through the blinds of your office and saw no one suspicious but you can never be too careful.

“I, uh.” Reacher starts, earning confused stares from Finlay and Roscoe. They hadn’t seen him speechless before.

He takes the phone off speaker and goes outside for some privacy. “Y/N, I need your help cracking something. You’re more than welcome to say no-“ “Send it over,” you interrupt.

“I can’t. It’s likely they’ll track the IP address to you and pay you a visit.” “Let them try.” A proud smile makes its way on his face. That’s my girl.

“It’s safer with us. I’ll send you the coordinate incognito.” “Jesus, Reacher. What have you gotten yourself into?”

“It’s something I have to finish,” “How long should I pack for?” His silence told you all you needed to know.

“I’ll be on the next flight out,”

**

You stepped off the metro with your carry on suitcase by your side and a backpack on.

You downed the rest of your coffee and tossed it in the waste bin before advancing towards the escalator. You scanned the area for Reacher with no avail but Reached saw you.

He didn’t want to call attention to you by calling your name so he watched as you waited for the escalator.

“Wow, she’s.. ” Finlay trails off when Reacher’s gaze left you to stare at him. “Really pretty,” Roscoe finishes. “She’s clearly your girlfriend,” Finlay adds.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” “You’re rather protective of her. You care about her.”“That doesn’t make her my girlfriend,”

“Uh guys, where’d she go?” Roscoe starts. The group looks at the empty space where you were previously standing.

“Fuck,” Reacher rushes down the stairs, Finlay and Roscoe not far behind. I should have never took my eyes off of her, Reacher thought to himself. If she dies, I swear to God.

Meanwhile, you stood over the man who had pushed you a few feet into the metro tunnel.

He had pressed a knife to your throat while his teammate searched your belongings. They expected you to be a quick kill.

You had to say you were a bit insulted that they only sent two men after you. They must not see you as a physical threat. That was their mistake.

He laid at your feet, his eyes widen as he looks up at you. He peers over to his teammate who laid dead on the tracks, his neck split wide open.

You slowly approached him and he attempted to crawl away from you. The blood from his chest wound stains the pavement under near him.

You wasted no time as you pressed your boot down on his trachea. He gripped your ankle, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Thrusting your foot down, you crushed his trachea and watched as his chest slowly falls to a stop.

You slung your book bag over your shoulder and rolled your carry on back to the metro docking station.

Reacher had his back toward you, he was talking to two people you didn’t recognize.

A younger woman looked over at you, her mouth fell open at the sight of you. You’re sure you had blood splattered across your neck and face.

She mumbles something to Reacher and spun around so fast, you’re surprised he didn’t crack his neck.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you. He doesn’t say anything at first. You admired the stubble that was forming on his face.

You were always a sweetheart for facial hair. He held your face, turning your head from side to side in search of wounds. His hand gently trailed down your abdomen.

He continued his silent survey until you said, “Reach, I’m fine. The blood isn’t mine.”

His gaze fell behind you before returning to your face. He raised his brow and you nodded at his silent question. They were dead.

“I should have kept my eyes on you. This is my fault. I’m sorry.” “Hey, you taught me well. I handled myself. Besides, it was only two guys.”

“What did they use?” “Knives,” you said with a smirk. “They didn’t stand a chance,” he says, making your smirk widen. “No, they didn’t.”

“Sorry to interrupt but uh,” Finlay hands you a hanker chief, motioning to your face. “We should go. You’re getting stares.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, pleasure.” You reached down to grab your luggage but Reacher beats you to it.

You didn’t bother arguing with him, you were occupied with getting all of the blood off of your skin while it was still wet.

“So.. are you Reacher’s girlfriend?” Finlay asks as he opened the trunk and Reacher slide your luggage inside.

Roscoe looked at you expectantly, which tells you that she has a crush on him.

You don’t blame her. He’s Jack Reacher after all.

“No, I’m his ex-wife.” You answer, setting your book bag next to your luggage before closing the trunk. Roscoe’s mouth fell once again, along with Finlay’s.

They stared at you as if they were waiting for you to say just kidding. You slide into the back seat and Reacher joined you.

“Close your mouth, Finlay. You’ll catch flies.” He says before closing the door.

“Care to tell me what happened the last time you were at the metro?” You asked when you all piled into the car.

“What do you mean?” Roscoe asks as Finlay pulls off the curb and descends into exit to go onto the freeway.

“The way you were looking for me was frantic. It makes sense why Reach was worried, but not you two. Something else happened at the metro station. Someone was taken out like they tried to take me out. Who was it?” You explain.

Finlay and Roscoe looked shared a look but didn’t say anything.

“There was a woman. Her name was Molly-“ “Molly? As in Molly Gordon?” “You know her?”

“Joe brought her as his plus one to my sister’s baby shower. God, that’s.. how’s Joe holding up?” You asked, your mouth felt dry at the new information.

Reacher looks at you, his features hard as stone. Your heart sank in your chest the longer you stared at him.

You felt compelled to reach for his hand in comfort but you had to remind yourself that he wasn’t big on public affection.

Nor was he big on being vulnerable in front of people so you kept your hands in your lap.

“How long?” You asked after a pause. “It’s been a few days now,” Finlay confirms. “They got too close,” you said with a sigh.

“How many people have died?” “Five so far,” Roscoe answers. “And that’s just the ones we found,” Finlay adds.

“So they’re dropping people like flies and it’s still a state police matter?”

Bringing in the FBI and the CIA will only push these people into the hiding. We need to lure them out and kill them.” Reacher explains and you nodded in agreement.

“Copy that,”

[erajoie07]

Irresistible : Jack Reacher (2022) x fem reader

Warning: straight up blowjob and sex.

Italics - flashback

When I stayed over at his apartment during that unpredictable weather in the summer capital of the country and offered me a cup of matcha and new clothes, there was a plan I didn’t know that Reacher had.

“Keep this up and maybe this thing between will work out.”

Reacher smiles softly and adjusted the black jacket, “That’s the plan and I don’t want you to leave for someone else.”

That bastard saw a huge opportunity in the weather of the capital and offered me to stay at his home.

“They want to go to the park. The kids want to ride bikes.” Reacher begins the morning closing the door behind him walking to YN typing on the laptop. He sighs, “I thought no work during the holidays.” He changes her expression

“Just replying to messages in the group chat. Apparently they want to go a resort but I can’t ‘cause I’m here.” Reacher kisses the top of her head resting his stubble on her cheek. Clicking the escape button, he sees their picture together in Diplomat Hotel from two years ago.

“I want to go to Diplomat Hotel again.” YN says

Reacher hums, his lips touching the softness of her cheek as they make their way down her slender neck. His fingertips reach the strap of her tube top. “What are you doing?” Fully understanding his need

“I want you, sweetheart.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Reacher spins her chair around to face him and his throbbing cock in his pants. YN plays with him grazing her long nails on his ragged jeans testing his limit. When it comes to the need to satisfy the body, they know not to slack further from giving the wanted pleasure. But YN being YN will ultimately pop Reacher’s veins. Reacher’s eyes twitch.

“You know what I fucking want, sweetheart, and I want it now.”

YN reaches for his jeans and unzips it, “You know what your nieces tell about you?” She inches close, pulling her chair toward him. She pulls his huge, aching cock from its confines glancing at a stiff Reacher whose eyes grow darker each second. YN grips his cock tightly stifling his breath. “Upon entry through the door you look like you could already kidnap a child.”

(FIRST POV)

He groans, rumbling off his chest, when I swirled my tongue over its head over and over before my glossy lips wraps around the head making my way down his thick and long length down my throat until a point makes my eyes water. I perceived him as long even if lips touch my fist gripping the base of his cock. I moaned due to his length tasting the pleasure and salty-sweet of him. Finding the confidence to take his cock, swirling my tongue around his head and shaft, and bobbing my head on his length. My pussy is tingling, clenching as I push my thighs together to soothe the need, but it couldn’t because I rub myself off to satiate the need. Deeper I go than before, Reacher’s hand combs through my hair and grips into it, hitching his already unsteady breath. My chokes fill the room but it did not deter me from reaching deeper down his length.

“Sweetheart, you’re so good…sucking my cock like that.” O! How that makes me delirious!

I shoot my blurry eyes on him and saw the deep satisfaction and pleasure coating his face, etching every part. He tips his head back and his breath is unsteady, shallow. His muscles flex as I move on his cock. The grip of his hand becomes stronger than I thought. I increased my pace and the work of my hands on his delicate balls. His pleasure lies in me to give and he gives a signal

“Fuck, sweetheart,”

He pulls my head to halt and he shoots his sweet and warm load in my mouth down. Had enough, he pulls my head away

“Open,” he says

I open my mouth to reveal his cum on my warm walls.

“Swallow it, sweetheart.”

And I did.

Reacher fixes YN's messy hair, styling it back to where it was. “That was some good blowjob. You alright?”

YN nods. Her underwear is drenched.

“Now I gotta take care of that pussy. Get on the bed, sweetheart.” He commands strong, getting her immediately on her feet. This is Reacher, he takes great care of who he loves like his girlfriend most especially when they are in bed and talking about sex.

YN lies on the bed and attempts to remove her shorts when he stops her, “No, I'll do it. Just be a good, little princess. Let me take care of you.” Reacher gets in between her thighs and removes her shorts. Wearing a colored cotton underwear that shows him that wretched stain of pleasure from giving him a good head. He pads his thumb over the wet and sticky residue, pushing it close to her slit. “Reacher-” her breath hitches. Reacher without any more delay removes it off her and keeps it inside his pocket.

“What did you do?” Her voice still soft despite the surprise in it.

“That's mine to keep since you keep taking things from me."

YN inches, “Is it my fault? It seems like you want to put your clothes in my baskets.”

A look of hurt ego displays in his face. “Well what if I put my underwear in it, would you keep it?” He says half-jokingly, sliding the head of his cock on her wet slit.

“My bra is missing.”

He smirks, slowly pushing the tip on her entrance, “Fuck, sweetheart, this pussy is tight.”

She can feel his thickness in her warm walls. When Reaches pushes it to the hilt, it hit all the right spots, groaning to the tightness.

“You're so fucking big, Reacher. Go on,"

Reacher starts slow, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.

“Oh! Reacher~” she moans softly, whimpering the more he thrusts.

Reacher pushes himself forward, sniffing the scent on the crook of her neck as he reaches deeper and thrusts faster. YN hooks her legs around his torso. Her moans fill the room, spilling profanities. YN is soft when she is in these intimate moments so she won't be able to hold back what comes out her pretty mouth.

“Reacher, o! Reacher! You're so fucking good~”

She wraps her arms around his neck, “Baby, please, slow down,”

That only fuels Reacher as his pace increase further that makes her cling tighter around him, placing her pleasure on him. “O! Reacher!” Her words are cut off. She tips her head back and feels her orgasm rip through, creaming his cock and forming a ring on the base. He slows down just as her orgasm slowly fades.

“Fuck~”

Reacher pulls away and pushes the tip of his nose on hers, steadying their breaths. Reacher pulls out and plops on his side of the bed. He pushes her to lay on her side and he wraps his arm around her waist and his other arm above her head.

“I love you, Reacher.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

They may rethink if they wish to follow through the park.

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NEW ADDITIONS MASTERLIST PT 2

Updated as of: 3/14/24

*= smut/sexual themes

All of my stories are black!reader unless it’s a story request

Chris Evans’ Characters:

My Omega (Ari Levinson)*

I’ll Handle It (Lloyd Hansen)*

Lloyd’s Girl 1/2 (Lloyd Hansen)

Lloyd’s Girl 2/2 *

The Look of Love 1/2 (Steve Rogers)

The Look of Love 2/2 *

Wait for You (Steve Rogers)

Cap’s Pep Talk (Steve Rogers)

Hey Rebel 1/2 (Ari Levinson)

Hey Rebel 2/2

Say That Again? (Ari Levinson)*

Distractions (Johnny Storm)*

Just Try (Johnny Storm)

Wanna Bet? 1/2 (Johnny Storm)*

Wanna Bet? 2/2 *

Rafe Cameron Stories:

Invisible String 1/2

Invisible String 2/2

The Sweet Times

A Night in Charlotte 1/3 *

A Night in Charlotte 2/3 *

A Night in Charlotte 3/3 (Discontinued)

Be My Proxy 1/2

Be My Proxy 2/2 *

Love to Break You *

Good Company 1/2

Good Company 2/2 *

My Sleepy Girl

Protect You

Stranger Things Stories:

Not a Chance (Billy Hargrove)

Maybe There’s a Chance (Billy Hargrove)*

Look Out For You 1/2 (Billy Hargrove)

Look Out For You 2/2

Round One 1/3 (Billy Hargrove)*

Round Two 2/3 *

Round Three 3/3

Indenial 1/3 (Jim Hopper)

Indenial 2/3

Indenial 3/3*

Insecurities (Jim Hopper)*

Miscellanous Stories:

Pen Pals* (Courtland Gentry)

Ex Lovers 1/2 (Courtland Gentry)

Ex Lovers 2/2

Pyrlig’s Spy (Sihtric Kjartansson)*

You’re Alive (Jake Seresin)

You’re Pretty (Jake Seresin)

Trip to the Bahamas (Jake Seresin)

So Happening (Jake Seresin) *

No Fuck That 1/2 (Jake Seresin)

No Fuck That 2/2 *

Copy That (Jack Reacher)

Sir Yes Sir (Jack Reacher)*

Missed You Too Princess (Aimes Fast X)

House of the Dragon Stories:

Rogue Prince 1/2 (Daemon Targaryen)

Rogue Prince 2/2*

Ewan Mitchell + Characters:

Desired Chapter 1 (Aemond Targaryen)

Desired Chapter 2 *

Desired Chapter 3 *

The Right Side 1/2 * (Aemond Targaryen)

The Right Side 2/2

Promise Me (Aemond Targaryen)

Visit to Flea Bottom* (Aemond Targaryen & Aegon Targaryen)

Our Special Night* (Aemond Targaryen)

A Little Help* (Tom Bennett)

Will You Come Back?* (Osferth)

Sure I’ll Train You 1/2 (Osferth)

Sure I’ll Train You 2/2

The Mission* (Aemond Targaryen)

Friend of Eadith 1/2* (Osferth)

Friend of Eadith 2/2

Late* (Tom Bennett)

Rules Are Overrated (Tom Bennett)*

One More Chance 1/2 (Tom Bennett)

One More Chance 2/2

From the Past 1/2 (Aemond Targaryen)

From the Past 2/2

Dark Sapphire (Aemond Targaryen)

Marvel Stories:

His Beloved (Loki Laufeyson)

Well Damn 1/3 (Frank Castle)

Well Damn 2/3*

Well Damn 3/3

Thought You Hated Me (Matt Murdock)

Sick Days (Matt Murdock)

Calm Voices (Matt Murdock)

Stubborn (Matt Murdock)