#david o'donnell reacher

[collywobblvs]

hehehehehe what a good read 😙😙😙

★ far from over ❥ D. O'DONNELL.

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CW ➻ car sex ⋆ make up sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv ⋆ creampie ⋆ O'Donnell viewing reader as 'easy' for a second ⋆ panty stealing (briefly mentioned) ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

PAIRING ➻ David O'Donnell x Fem!Reader.

WC ➻ 1,7k. SONG ➻ tongue, maribou state.

SUMMARY ➻ he thought the last fight meant it was over, though the way you're grinding against him feels far from over.

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

O'Donnell groans at the feeling of you rocking your hips back and forth and back and forth right on where he wants you the most, feeling his dick grow harder and harder under the slacks he’s wearing.

“shit, baby.” he’s fumbling next to him, trying to recline the driver seat back as far as it can go, while watching you.

you’re so cute and so easy. you and O'Donnell were on a little break from the last big fight you had and he really thought he’d lost you for real this time. thinking back on how angry you were when he last saw you.

he doesn’t know why though. all he had to do was roll up to your cute little apartment complex and text a quick, ‘outside’ and you were throwing one of his hoodies over your lazy pajama set, applying his favorite flavor of lipgloss and coming out with a pretty smile on your face.

too fucking easy.

you’re fucking dripping. not from just your grinding against him but just seeing O'Donnell always had an effect on you. so handsome, with his pointed nose and sleazy look.. and don't even get started on the light stubble —

“ya hear me baby?” no, you don’t, but you definitely feel him. he’s guiding your hips with his hands now, slightly bouncing his leg so he can hear you whine. you’re looking up at his pretty face — not a thought in your head, before you’re leaning in to kiss him.

you feel his tongue nudge against your bottom lip before parting your lips with a whine, feeling his cock twitch under you.

“David,” your face is burning when you tug at his slacks. “take this off.”

he’s raising his eyebrows at you, grinning when he lifts his hands from your hips to grab your ass, making you squeal before complying anf lifting his hips up — along with you, to undo his belt.

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it doesn’t take long before he’s got you folded in half in the back of his car. knees to your ears and he’s so fucking deep.

a ruthless pace set, and for a second you feel like he might hate you.

“s’good huh baby?” he’s so close to you. noses touching while he’s leaning down and grinding into your pussy.

“makin’ a mess all over my car,” he’s chuckles to himself, grinning as he listens to that drawled out slutty whine that escapes your mouth when he hits a particular angle.

music to his fucking ears.

“you like me that much, can’t ever get enough huh baby?” your nodding, fingers shakily gripping onto his biceps—looking up at him like he hung the fucking moon for you. and in your eyes, he did.

“yes..! ngh l-love you—love you David,” he’s pushing on your thighs forcing you down more so he can go even deeper.

“ohh shit baby—,” your hands are on his flexing stomach, applying as much force as you can against him. you need a second — no fuck that, at least a minute to breathe. you can’t breathe when it feels like his dick is up your throat with how deep he feels.

“i can’t David,” you sob. “s’so deep.. ngh.. fuck—”

O'Donnell’s grabbing your hands with one of his and pinning them to the side, watching your eyes cross when he catches that one spot inside you. hitting it again and again and again until.

“don’t start running all that, ok hon? you can take it,” he’s smothering your lips, catching all those pretty noises from your mouth and eating them right up.

he knows you’re out of it. he can tell. your brows are furrowed, eyes crossing every second and then going back to not focused at-fucking-all.

he can feel himself getting closer now. he needs to cum so bad — cum in you so bad. during your little break he couldn’t stop thinking about you or fucking you. fucking his fist everyday to the pictures you sent him before. to the videos of him fucking your face or of him grinding against your pussy — god he missed you.

he’s grabbing the front of your thighs and pulling you flush against his dick—watching the way your slick makes a mess in your inner thighs.

from this angle he can hit that aching spot inside you easily. he’s looking down when he feels a new wave of slick come over your pussy and a loud moan of his name falls from you.

“lemme help you baby,” he takes a hand — still pumping in and out of you — and pushes down right on that cute pudge of your lower stomach.

your cunt’s spasming around him, and that’s his favorite shit in the world. he’s leaning down to kiss you, tongue forcing its way down your throat while you whine — hands pushing his stomach away.

“David s’too much…” you’re so overworked and your pussys begging for a break but O'Donnell’s so close. you gotta give it to him.

it’s only a few more thrusts before he’s coming inside you, filling you up — cum leaking out of your pussy and onto his car seats.

he’s breathing heavily, pulling his shirt up to wipe at his sweaty forehead before leaning down and capturing your lips.

“alright now.. where’d i throw your panties..” he’s shoving his softening cock back in his boxers before looking around the car floor with a shit eating grin on his face.

“you put ‘em in your arm rest, O'Donnell.” you look unimpressed, rolling you eyes, “‘s like the fourth pair of panties you tried to steal from me.”

he sighs giving up and opening the arm rest and there they are — your panties along with some other pair that you’ve been looking for about a month now.

he whistles lowly while watching you shuffle them on before pouncing on you again. a low whine coming from you.

“round two?” he grins, that awful, horrible grin you could never deny..

[playbucky]

Speak of the Dead.

You manage to escape from your attempted kidnapping, an unexpected person shows up when the doctors call your emergency contact.  Characters – Reader, Reacher, Neagley, Chris, Karla Word Count - 1k.

‘Neagley -,’ you stopped when the larger person stepped into the room, ‘what’s he doing here?’  ‘He was with me when I got the call.’ She told you, you moved in your bed.  ‘Coulda dropped him off somewhere.’ You grumbled.  ‘I would’ve but you know he’s like a stray, always finds you.’ Neagley replied, you arched an eyebrow.  ‘What happened?’ Reacher quizzed.  ‘Pretty sure you’ve already asked the nurse.’ You told him.  ‘Y/N.’ He warned, you glared at him.  ‘Three busted ribs, fractured eye socket, broken nose, serve blood loss and a brand-new scar. It’s like Christmas.’ You replied sarcastically, you lifted your arms and shook them.  ‘Well at least they never took away your best quality.’ Neagley commented, you arched your brow the best you could with the swelling.  ‘Oh wow, tryna piss off the injured, real nice.’ You joked, she smiled and glanced to Reacher.  ‘You know who did it?’ Reacher quizzed, his brows were drawn together, you shook your head.  ‘Wore masks, generic height and build.’ You listed off your attackers.  You watched Neagley and Reacher share a look, you moved in your bed, a hiss escaped your lips. Reacher moved quickly, the space he had kept between you vanished, you raised a hand for him to stop which he did and glared down at you.  ‘I know how to draw them out.’ You breathed out as you got comfy.  ‘We’re not using you as bait.’ Reacher said quickly, you dropped your hand onto his forearm, his warmth spread over your palm.   ‘Good to know that’s where your brain goes but we are, or rather my body.’ You patted his arm.  ‘They’re after the team, so let’s give them the team.’ You suggested, you looked at Neagley who hadn’t moved from the bottom of the bed.  ‘Y/N.’ She said, head tilted as she had a rough idea as to where your thoughts were going.  ‘Pretty sure I was pronounced dead, so someone can work their magic and I can stay dead.’ You suggested.  ‘You’d want to be dead?’ Reacher asked, you sighed.  ‘Being alive hasn’t really lived up to what people have told me is should.’ You leaned back into the pillows to look up at him.    ‘You look like shit.’ Karla commented as she entered the motel room, you chuckled and moved from the bathroom to the chair. Reacher's arm moved at his side, Karla’s brows pinched slightly as she looked at him.  ‘Yeah, nice to see you guys again.’ You grumbled, a hand wrapped around your chest to try and ease the ache.   ‘Been up too much?’ Karla asked, you scoffed and shook your head.  ‘Just dying.’ You commented, you lowered yourself into the chair, she chuckled.  ‘Heard the pair of your got married?’ You said, Reacher looked to her and O’Donnell, his brows furrowed deeply as Neagley chuckled at his shook.  ‘Yeah, he’s had two kids as well.’ Karla commented.  ‘Oft, I'm surprised she’s put up with you for so long, two kids and an adult one?’ You said, an eyebrow arched as you looked at him.  ‘One on the way as well.’ He added happily, you smiled widely.  ‘Well congrats, boy or girl?’  ‘Don’t know.’ O’Donnell commented, he shrugged.  ‘Are they safe?’ You asked.  ‘Yeah, she knows what to do.’ He said, you nodded.  ‘Good, your husband?’ You asked Karla, she nodded which eased you slightly.  ‘He’s safe as well.’  ‘Looks like we’re set.’ You said, they all nodded, ‘Anyone fancy dinner?’ You asked and moved to get out the chair, Reacher held a hand out to stop you.  ‘Reacher and I will get it, you need to rest.’ Karla said, you looked at her annoyed, ‘Still the same toppings?’ She quizzed, you nodded.  ‘Keep -,’  ‘The door locked, we know.’ You, Neagley and O’Donnell said, Reacher looked defeated before he followed Karla out and shut the door behind him. Both their silhouettes walked past the window, Neagley slid the lock over.  ‘They’re the reason we never worked out, right?’ Karla turned to Reacher, who arched an eyebrow, ‘Y/N, you’ve always been focused on them.’ She continued, he didn’t reply.  ‘I don’t blame you, I guess I was naive for thinking anything would show between us.’ She added, Reacher focused ahead of him. 

‘What you doing back?’ You quizzed as he marched into the room, he set the carrier bag onto the small chair that sat at the window, he continued to walk towards you.  ‘I think I might stay awhile.’ He stated, you watched as he lowered himself into the bed next to you, his hand landed next to your knee, his finger twitched slightly.  ‘Reacher settle down? We must be at the end of the world.’ You joked, he looked at you over his shoulder.  ‘Not the end, just until you’re healed up.’ He said, your eyebrows jumped up.  ‘You’re staying for me?’ You asked, your hands moved from your crossed legs to your chest, he nodded.  ‘Shoulda stayed a long time ago.’ He admitted, you shook your head.  ‘I’m capable of looking after myself.’ You replied, his hand landed on your knee before he squeezed it.  ‘You shouldn’t have to be, I’m gonna be here.’ He told you, he didn’t break eye contact with you.  ‘Reacher.’ You breathed, you placed your hand on top of his, your thumb stroked across the back.  ‘Don’t try and convince me, I’m staying.’ He said, his gaze dropped to your joined hands.  ‘I was going to say thank you.’ You informed him, he looked up to you before you both smiled at each other. 

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[prettypynklemonade]

Torn (part 2)

By PrettyPynkLemonade

Part 1

Author's note at the bottom

proofread by @trippinsorrows

cw/tw: alcohol use, violence, military, sexual tension, power dynamics, flirting, character growth (let me know if I've missed anything)

Word count: 1.7k

August 5th, 2016

Adora wasn’t sure how to contain her excitement. This was easily the best day of her life, not counting the day she had enlisted. Being promoted to Major and then 2 months later being asked to join a special task force? Nothing could bring her high down.

She was one of very few women of color to have the many opportunities that had been afforded to her whilst she’d been enlisted. She knew part of it was being a legacy kid. Her mom had been a Command Sergeant Major in the army and being an army brat who could speak 4 languages by the age of 10 had intrigued a lot of the higher ups before she’d even been of age. It was no wonder she had exceeded expectations all with an air of excitement.

When she made the decision to enlist, it was an easy one. Adora spent most of her life on bases and travelling the world. She wasn’t comfortable staying in one place for too long, and while she was particular about her environment, she was adaptable. Joining a new team and being able to work on specialty projects was something she had only dreamed of and was more than capable of excelling at.

And Adora was riding high on that feeling until she walked into the shabby building housing more boxes filled with paper and dust than she’d ever seen in her life.

She knew this Special Unit that Reacher was putting together was new, but she wasn’t exactly prepared for the building to be so…decrepit. To be fair she hadn’t been prepped for any part of this new endeavor, but that was always the exciting part of the army: expecting the unexpected. And no one was more unexpected than Jack Reacher.

He was a tank of a man and she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t have a massive crush on him. His striking eyes and his body were one thing, but his rank and intelligence? Beautiful. He’d risen through the ranks like her, was heading up his own unit, and was known to follow a strict code of conduct. Just tell Adora that he also loved puppies, and she was a taken woman.

Walking into the spacious room behind Calvin Franz (another seemingly nervous) recruit and Reacher, Adora couldn’t help but feel there was some tension between their new “team” to say the least. She took survey of the mismatched group while Reacher was putting an obnoxiously blonde man in his place. Outside of the blonde who she believed was named O’Donnell; she took note of a black woman with soulful eyes, a white woman with dark hair who looked like she worked at a bank, a cute Asian man strumming a guitar, a black man that was old enough to be her dad (she’d have to see if he knew her mother), 2 beautiful Latino men (one with a large back tattoo), and of course Franz and Reacher. 10 people who would be tasked with working together for an unspecified amount of time.

She blanked out during the beginning of Reacher’s monologue, where she realized this was the most, she had probably ever heard the real-life G.I. Joe speak. They hadn’t interacted with each other much during their time enlisted, but in the few interactions they had shared he didn’t say much, but he handled his business. She wasn’t sure if his silence was intentional or if it was to keep himself distant from others. If it was to keep people away, that was unfortunate because she could definitely see herself keeping a close eye on him.

“…The army wanted a unit for particularly complex matters when they arose. To do that I need Special Investigators, not generic MPs.” Reacher concluded.

One of the Latino men with Orozco tatted on his back raised his hand before speaking “If we’re so special, why did the stick us in this dump? I mean, what is up with this place?” he asked with a laugh, which others on the team couldn’t help but join.

“Few years ago, Uncle Sam made an auction bid for some land down the road. Entered the address backwards and became the proud owners of this building and the contents of the now-defunct Callahan Insurance Agency…But you’re right. Place could work a little better.” Reacher explained.

Adora snorted “A little better? This place is a dump with a capital D and only bleach and hard work could make this even remotely workable.”

With a blink and you’d miss it smile, which she did not miss, Reacher continued and said, “Okay team, you heard the woman, straighten up these boxes and move these old tanker desks to the middle of the room.”

The rest of the team sighed and shifted their glares to Adora. She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair completely nonplused, “I just said what everyone else was thinking and I won’t apologize for it.”

Reacher sensing the tension said “Let’s go. You don’t have to call me ‘Major,’ but you do have to move your ass when I say so. Get to it.”

Adora stretched her legs and shoulders before grabbing a tanker box with the Black girl with the soulful eyes and they began exchanging pleasantries. She came to learn her name is Frances Neagley “Just Neagley please” and she was a Seargent, which was surprising. Not because she didn’t seem capable of the job, but Reacher picking someone relatively new seemed intriguing and she loved things that piqued her interest. Adora was never one to undermine Black women and if Neagley was on her team, then she knew they were more than equals, titles be damned.

“Reacher’s paying for beers once we’re done here” Franz announced walking over to the two women, and while the rest of the team looked slightly more upbeat after that, Adora could only think *This team is gonna need a hell of a lot of beer to make this thing work*

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Nothing could have prepared her for the uncomfortable silences during their bar visit. Adora wasn’t a heavy drinker, but she put that thought behind her while she sipped her 3rd beer to stay present during the more than awkward hang out session. She looked around the room, putting on her surveillance eyes and noticed too many men looking in their direction. She wasn’t sure why Reacher chose this place to drink, but she was almost a thousand percent sure this wasn’t going to end well…

And well…

Adora loved and hated that she was right about that outcome.

When the 91st approached their table and threatened Neagley, she was more than ready to go to bat for her sister in arms. But she didn’t get the chance before Reacher was already aggressively defending Neagley and the rest of the team. Of course that did lead to a bar fight, but what better way to unite a team than beating the shit out of another one?

And when Swan (the cute Asian) suggested they get out of there, because he knew the perfect place for a bonfire, how could the team refuse? And they warmed up to each other even more when Adora suggested they stop to pick up food and drinks on the way.

They’d all been fraternizing after drinking a few drinks more than she’d ever admit to, and she could feel the heavy and intoxicating effects of the alcohol and now all she wanted to do was get under a certain someone before the night was over.

Before the angel on her shoulder could stop her, Adora walked over to the Jeep where Reacher and Neagley were drinking and laughing at Swan’s perfectly imperfect singing. She didn’t care if Neagley heard her drunken attempts at getting Reacher to loosen up, someone had to get that man’s hips to move and Adora was the perfect candidate.

“You knew that fight was going to happen, didn’t you?” she asked coyly. She may have been drunk but she was all too aware that asking him to dance straight-up wouldn’t work, even if she was a little impatient.

“I mean, he didn’t ask nicely.” Reacher supplied with a sly smile.

“Was there any way he could have asked that didn’t end up with us throwing hands?”

“He could have said please.”

“And if I was to ask you to pretty-please dance, does that mean you’ll say yes?”

Reacher looked her up and down and Adora spun in a circle to give him an even better view. She knew he’d been looking at her anyways and who was she to not help, when help was obviously needed? She may be slim, but the girl had curves in all the right places that decades of exercise only seemed to enhance exponentially.

“As nice as that sounds, these 2 left feet prefer to stay planted on solid ground” he said while biting his lip, recognizing that she was trouble and while he never ran from trouble in his life, she was more than he could handle right now especially with the many beers in his system.

Adora smiled “Well, you know where to find me if you ever need a dance lesson.”

As she walked away, with an undeniable sway in her hips, she missed Neagley shoving Reacher and saying, “You should have taken her up on that offer, I doubt she makes it again.”

“I’m her superior, no amount of cute smiles and fluttering eyelashes is going to make me forget that… no matter how pretty she asks” he was slightly disappointed in himself for never letting his code falter. If she wasn’t on his team and if they weren’t drunk as hell, he wasn’t 100% sure that his answer would have been a no. To a dance or otherwise.

Adora’s good mood didn’t falter by Reacher’s unexplainable dismissal, she knew what she had to offer and what his code was. She was capable of just being happy to be in his presence and the presence of her new team members. This was the beginning of the rest of her life, and there was nothing that could bring her down.

Author's Note:

Thank you so much to everyone who read the first part of the story and showed love. I really appreciate it, especially with me just getting back into writing. Please ask me any questions you have, give your opinions and please be respectful. I'm doing this for fun and want to keep that energy going for any interactions.

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[nade2308]

“Close your mouth, boss. You’re catching flies"

@thethistlegirl

[ellelans]

You know,Reacher,when I found out you were wandering the Earth with nothing but what you could carry in your pockets...I thought you'd lost your mind.But there's a part of me that thinks you're the only one of us that's got it all figured out.

Reacher 2x08.

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

Why is there no David O'Donnell fics from reacher

He’s like one of my favs

Him and reacher need more fics

[re-encontrandome]

Reacher Season 2 Epi 3 - Shaun Sipos as David O'Donnell (2/2)

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Started watching Reacher Season 2 because David O'donnell looks whumpable.

[etheravenlivrenvari]

Honestly in that last scene of Reacher's season 2 where they shoot A.M full of lead, I was kind of half expecting O'Donnell to shoot him at least one more time lol

[gifsbysimplysonia]

Reacher Episode 2x04 potato GIFs

AHEAD THERE BE

[collywobblvs]

*giggles like a high schooler* what a dreamboat

★ can't get enough ❥ D. O'DONNELL.

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CW ➻ no spoilers for the show! ⋆ lots of kissing ⋆ sliiiight suggestive tones ⋆ but 99% fluff! ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ prompts; a kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck. + kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. WC ➻ 1,5k.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ➻ man, i know that Reacher season 2 has only been out 3 weeks. but why is no one all over O'Donnell? 😭😭 fine, i'll write everything myself 😭💔

★ - © 2024 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★

you sigh as you come to a halt in front of your apartment building. you let go of O'Donnell's arm to rummage through your bag for your keys. "son of a- i swear i had them with me?" you curse as you search for them in the mess in you bag.

David chuckles, reaching into his jacket, retrieving your keys. "you mean these?" he dangles your keys around his index finger, a soft jingle emitting from them.

you turn around with a pout. "not fair O'Donnell," you reach up to grab your keys, only for him to hold them above your head and put of your reach. "David!"

he grins at the way his full name rolls off your tongue. you lean into him more, your chests now pressed together as you so desperately try to reach for your keys. "say it again," he grins, his unoccupied hand slips around your waist as he brings you in even closer. "i like the way you say David." his voice is gentle and sweet, sending waves of warmth to your heart.

you smile, draping your arms over his shoulders and interlocking your fingers behind his head. "David," you say softly.

O'Donnell's grin only grows wider. he tilts his head a little, "yes sweetheart?"

you smile as you lean in more, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. his short stubble prickling a little. "give me my keys back."

David let's out a low 'hmm' contemplating his response. you giggle as you push against his chest. "David O'Donnell, my keys please? i'll have something nice for you in return if you hand them back." you grin, as O'Donnell's lips pull into a large grin.

"what kind of something?" he asks intrigued, leaning in. he leans down a little more, aiming to capture your lips; only for you to dodge them quickly leaving his lips to land just below your ear. "that's certainly not fair." he grumbles. a dramatic pout gracing his charming features.

you grin, your eyes squinting shut a little. "hand over my keys and you'll find out." David stays silent for a few seconds. his hand holding the keys lowers down to hover just above your hand and drops the keys in it.

"it better be good." he pouts.

you smile, moving your unoccupied hand to cup the side of his face, stroking his cheekbone with the soft pad of your thumb. "i think you'll like it." you chuckle, turning around to face the apartment building door. as soon as you fiddle with your keys to find the right one, David comes up behind you, his warm hands firmly across your hips pressing you against his front. "David." you warn gently as you finally get the key in, twisting it and pushing the door open.

O'Donnell pouts dramatically as you pull away. you reach out your hand for him. "come on up," your voice is gentle and sweet, sending shivers up his spine. you chuckle and grab ahold of his hand, pulling him into the building and shutting the door behind the two of you. you gently pull him behind you as you step up the stairs. your apartment complex had six flights of stairs in total, so the two of you had a little bit to go.

though half way up the third flight David stops, causing you to be pulled down a little. you turn around to face him, "what's up?"

he shakes his head. "nothing," he smiles.

you squint your eyes suspiciously at him. "somehow i find that hard to believe." you smirk as you step down a step.

O'Donnell let's go of your hand and before you could let out a sound of protest he wraps his arms around your waist. due to you being up a few steps from him, his chin rests comfortably on your chest. you drape your arms over his shoulders. you roll your eyes at the cheeky smirk on his lips. O'Donnell just remains silent and grins up at you. you tilt his head away from your chest a little before ducking down to capture his soft lips with yours. a low content hum emitting from his lips as his hold on your waist tightens a little.

your lips move together in a rhythm, a slow pace set. you pull away a little, taking in his slightly flustered face, sharp features and his wet lips. "what is my surprise i was gonna get?" he asks. his voice is low and gravily.

you grin, leaning down again till your lips were at his ear. "this," you whisper.

O'Donnell visibly shudders as you move your lips back to his in a passionate kiss, your hands firmly on each side of his face. the surprised sound that left his covered lips turns into a low moan as you part your lips and slide your tongue across his bottom lip.

David eagerly accepts it and parts his lips, darting his own tongue out to meet yours. he groans as you dodge his tongue, almost begging him to chase yours. O'Donnell leans into you more as he moves a hand from your waist to the back of your head, pulling you in impossibly close. now it was your turn to let out a soft moan. and good Lord was that music in his ears.

you smile into the kiss, before breaking away to kiss his cheek, kiss by kiss making your way down his jaw, giving little nips at his stubbled skin as you reach his throat. O'Donnell moans lowly and tightens his grip on your hair tightens as you leave sloppy wet kisses across his throat, trailing down to the collar of shirt.

you make your way back up, leaving wet red marks across his neck before you meet his lips with a slow passionate kiss. you move your hand that was clutched at his shirt to hold his face, gently massaging his cheek and cheekbone with the soft pad of your thumb.

O'Donnell was putty in your hands.

a content sigh leaves your lips as you break the kiss, leaning your forehead down against his as you two catch your breath. soft smiles playing on both your lips. "i adore so much, you know that right?" he whispers, his is low and rough, yet somehow so gentle.

your smile only widens as you close your eyes and reach your arms around his lean waist to hug him, nuzzling your face in his neck. "i adore you too David." you place a small kiss to his throat. O'Donnell's hold on your waist only tightened at your words, resting his head on your shoulder as he listened to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

the moment was sadly interrupted by your phone going off, you hurriedly rummaged around for it, desperate for the loud noise to cease. you picked up your phone, without noticing the caller ID. "are you home yet?? you said you be home at like ten, and i hate to break it to you it's almost eleven so unless you've been kidnapped by a mob boss you better be home soon." your roommate rambled, her voice loud and energetic as she attacked you.

"relax relax, i'll be home in a minute or two, i'm in the stairwell." you laughed warmly, nuzzling your face back against O'Donnell's neck. he grinned happily, trying to wrap his arms as much around you as possible.

"uhg it's your hot boyfriend holding you up isn't it?" she dramatically sighed across the line. "anyways you better be home in less than five else you can sleep at his place cause i swear i'll lock the door on you!" you let out a laugh as she hung up the phone, leaving you in silence with David who was grinning to himself.

"i don't wanna go," you mumbled against his throat. O'Donnell chuckled, rubbing up and down your lower back.

"you'll see me again tomorrow sweetheart." he smiles, nudging your head with his. you grumble an 'okayy' before leaning away from him. O'Donnell pulls you down to face him, your noses up against each other. "don't think you're getting away without a kiss." he grins, placing his soft swollen lips against yours in a soft, short kiss.

you smile into the kiss, before he gently pushes you away from him. "now up you go hon, i'll see you tomorrow," he grin, sending a wink in your direction. "i love you." you smile widely and wave towards him as you rush up the stairs.

"i love you too!" you call put with a laugh as you jog to your apartment.

he's got me giggling and kicking my feet like an idiot 🤭

[nade2308]

This scene was so funny. These two riling Russo up is priceless.

@thethistlegirl

[ellelans]

Hi,Grant.You yell or make noise,I'll tear your trachea out and your last thought will be 'Holy shit, he really did it."

Reacher 2x07.

[tempestinmysoul]

Thinking about them (the 110th Special Investigations unit)

Honestly, everytime they interact with Reacher its so fun.

They keep bullying him <3

Then they forcibly put him in charge. He's not happy about it.

Also, O'Donnell <3

All pictures from Bad Luck and Trouble (Though it also happens in the other past books, Night School comes to mind)

[re-encontrandome]

Reacher Season 2 Epi 2 - Shaun Sipos as David O'Donnell

[usuallypleasantprince]

Read Bad Luck and Trouble (Jack Reacher #11)(18) online free by Lee Child

Bad Luck and Trouble (Jack Reacher #11)(18) Author: Lee Child

"Ceramic," Reacher said. "They don't make them anymore. Because they don't set the metal detector off."

"Correct," O'Donnell said. "No metal at all, apart from the switchblade spring, which is still steel. But that's very small."

"It's good to see you again, David," Reacher said.

"Likewise. But I wish it were under happier circumstances."

"The circumstances just got fifty percent happier. We thought it was just the two of us. Now it's the three of us."

"What have we got?"

"Very little. You've seen what's in his autopsy report. Apart from that we've got two generic white men who tossed his office. Didn't find anything, because he was mailing stuff to himself in a permanent loop. We found his mail box and picked up four flash memories and we're down to the last try at a password."

"So start thinking about computer security," Neagley said.

O'Donnell took a deep breath and held it longer than seemed humanly possible. Then he exhaled, gently. It was an old habit.

"Tell me what words you've tried so far," he said.

Neagley opened her notebook to the relevant page and handed it over. O'Donnell put a finger to his lips and read. Reacher watched him. He hadn't seen him in eleven years, but he hadn't changed much. He had the kind of corn-colored hair that would never show gray. He had the kind of greyhound's body that would never show fat. His suit was beautifully cut. In the same way as Neagley,... Read more: Read Bad Luck and Trouble (Jack Reacher #11)(18) online free by Lee Child #Romance #BillionaireRomance #New-Adult #Young-Adult #HotBookSeries #fantasy #Vampires #OthersBooks #ScienceFiction #Thriller #Horror #Classics #NewReleases #Mystery/Suspense #HotAuthors #BadLuckandTrouble(JackReacher#11)(18) #82 pages: #Previous #UnfinishedHeroseries #ColoradoMountainseries #Chaosseries #TheSinclairsseries #TheYoungElitesseries #BillionairesandBridesmaidsseries #JustOneDayseries #SinnersonTourseries #Manwhoreseries #ThisManseries #OneNightseries #Fixedseries #AThousandLetters #WastedWords #MyNotSoPerfectLife #Caraval(Caraval#1) #TheSunIsAlsoaStar #Everything,Everything #DevilinSpring(TheRavenels#3) #MarryingWinterborne(TheRavenels#2) #Cold-HeartedRake(TheRavenels#1) #NorseMythology