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[worldofheroes]

The First Encounter

tc!jack reacher x fem!military!reader

summary: your first meeting with Jack Reacher.

warnings: 18+, military slander, language, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

wc: 1.6k

a/n: based on this request by @elenavampire21 ! Hope you enjoy 😘

“So you’re Jack Reacher,” you say as you slide into the booth across from Jack.

Jack cocks his head, trying to figure out what’s happening.

“Turner told you about me?”

Jack nods, lips in a tight line. “You’re y/n.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled.”

“You don’t seem like you can fight.”

“I’m military.”

“What, Coast Guard?”

You roll your eyes. “Navy Intelligence.”

“Even better,” Jack mumbles, looking at the drink in his hand.

“Don’t doubt me so quickly.”

“So you want to help?”

“I have the clearance you need.”

Jack raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

You slightly lean over the table. “Really.”

Jack presses his lips together, trying so hard not to moan right then and there. The fact you’re meeting every sarcastic comment is surprising to him. You’re turning him on and you don’t even know it.

Jack stands up from the table, and you sit back, watching him.

“I wanna see what you got,” he tells you.

“Fine,” you say, standing up as well.

You’re inches from Jack’s face. Both of you are staring each other down.

“Follow me,” he says, turning around and walking out of the bar.

You follow Jack to a car and he gets in. You stand outside the car for a moment, looking around.

“What are you waiting for?” Jack asks, slightly annoyed.

“You know, Turner warned me about you,” you say, getting into the car, and throwing your bag in the back seat.

“What’d she say?”

“Enough.”

Jack nods, then starts the car and drives away.

It’s a quiet ride to the safe house.

“I want you to show me what you’ve got,” Jack says as he slams the car door closed.

“Like what?” you ask him.

“Whatever. I wanna see how you fight.”

“I don’t know if I can just pick something and go with it, I need…”

You’re cut off by Jack pinning you against the side of the house.

“Shit,” you mutter.

Jack’s face is inches from yours and you can feel his breath on your face.

“How are you gonna get out of this one, Squid?”

You grit your teeth. The corner of Jack’s mouth turns upward in a smirk.

You sigh heavily and dramatically. “I think you got me.”

Jack furrows his brow, confused. That’s when you make your move, twisting out of his hold and pinning him to the side of the house.

Jack blinks, and you can tell he’s trying to get his thoughts together.

“How…?”

“Don’t doubt me,” you say lowly.

Jack sets his jaw, trying to keep his composure.

“What’s wrong, can’t handle a girl who can keep up?”

“You’re a brat.”

You smirk, releasing Jack from your hold. He stands up straighter and smooths out his shirt.

He unlocks the safe house and enters, with you behind.

You turn and close the door, locking it. When you turn back around, Jack is inches from you, and there’s a different look in his eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry if I crossed a line or something, but you wanted…”

You’re cut off by Jack’s lips crashing into yours.

Your mind goes blank for a moment, melting into the kiss.

Then reality sets back in and you push Jack away.

“What the hell was that?” you ask him.

“I… I don’t know. I’m sorry,” Jack says, looking away from you.

“Listen, we have a mission we need to focus on.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I haven’t gotten much sleep and haven’t been around anyone that hasn’t been a man.”

“What about Turner?”

“She doesn’t count.”

“I’m telling her.” You smile softly.

Jack looks up at you, and his face softens when he realizes you’re relaxed and not angry at him.

“Hey, let’s get some rest since apparently you’ve gotten none and start tomorrow,” you suggest.

Jack nods. “That seems fair.”

“Great. I’m gonna go shower.”

Jack clenches his jaw again. Are you doing these things on purpose?

“Okay,” he finally says.

You wander off to the bathroom and take a nice, hot shower, removing yourself from today’s events.

When you finish your shower, you change into an oversized shirt and some shorts.

You walk past the living room, where Jack is going over some papers.

“Fuck,” he says.

You stop and stand in the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re doing this on fucking purpose,” Jack says.

You cock your head, confused by his statement.

“Don’t act like that,” Jack says, standing up from the couch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know,” Jack says, standing inches from you.

You bite your lip, nodding. “I do know.”

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

Jack brushes your wet hair back off your shoulder and starts to kiss on your neck.

“Jack,” you sigh.

Jack nips at your skin, followed by his tongue soothing the bites.

“Jack,” you repeat, your mind going blank.

“Come here,” he mutters, pulling you to the couch.

He sits on the couch and pulls you down onto his lap.

You straddle his lap and cup his face with your hands.

“God, I hate how fast I fucking fell for you,” Jack mumbles.

You smile and kiss him again, biting his lip. The move gets a moan out of Jack, and you sweep your tongue into his mouth.

As your tongues swipe at each other, you squirm in his lap, trying to get any sort of friction.

Jack pulls back ever so slightly. “What is it, baby girl?”

You moan. “I think you know.”

“I do, but I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to fuck me, right now,” you whisper.

Jack smiles.

He helps you move off of him to lay on the couch.

“Jack,” you sigh.

Jack gives you a mischievous smirk and pulls your shorts and panties down in one fell swoop.

Subconsciously, your hand slides down your body to play with yourself.

Jack grabs your wrist, making you whimper.

“Wait.”

You nod as he pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

He moves up your body and starts kissing you. One of his hands moves up and down your thigh, ever so slightly touching you where you desperately want him - between your legs.

You buck your hips, wanting contact with anything at this point.

Jack’s fingers dive between your folds to your wet center.

You moan into Jack’s mouth, and as you do so, his tongue slips into your mouth to play with yours.

Jack moves from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck, and he pushes your shirt up to reveal your bare chest.

He starts to kiss your collarbone as he continues his work down below, pushing another finger in, making you squirm beneath him.

Jack starts to kiss your breasts, and stops to take a nipple into his mouth to suck on, eliciting a moan to fall from your lips.

“You like that?” Jack almost growls as he moves to your other nipple.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly.

Jack smiles against your skin. His hand is still working inside of you, and the wet noises from below are getting louder and turning you on even more.

“Jack, I want your cock,” you sigh.

“That’s very forward of you,” he mumbles before he slots his mouth against your cunt.

“Shit!” you exclaim as he sucks on your clit.

He quickly moves on from sucking to tonguing your folds, circling your clit and teasing your entrance.

“Jack,” you moan, moving a hand onto his head and gripping his hair.

Jack moans in reply, and the vibration feels so good.

“Jack, I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

Jack’s eyes flick up to yours, and you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

He continues his work on you, and your orgasm comes crashing in. You turn into a puddle of non-coherent mumblings.

Jack continues to finger fuck you gently, as well as placing soft kisses on your now sensitive clit.

He pulls his fingers out and puts them to his mouth, sucking up the last bit of you.

“Jack,” you sigh.

He smiles at you as he leans down and kisses you.

His face is wet from your orgasm, and his kisses are sloppy and wet. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and you pull him closer.

“That was so fucking hot,” Jack smiles.

“Mm,” you agree in your post-orgasm bliss.

Your hand reaches down to his hard cock.

“We need to do something about this,” you say lazily.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I want it in me.”

“You looking for another orgasm?”

“Maybe I am.”

Jack kisses you again before he pulls away to remove his boxers.

He swipes his cock against your wet center, as you are supplying more than enough lube for him.

You jump at the sensation, still very sensitive.

“I know,” he mumbles before kissing you again.

As he kisses you, he pushes into you, resulting in moans coming from both of you.

“Jack,” you mumble against his lips.

“You like that?” he asks you as he thrusts even harder and faster into you.

You nod frantically, unable to speak.

“Shit, you’re so hot like this,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss your neck.

“That tight pussy feeling so good I could come right now,” he growls.

“Oh!” you exclaim, eyes almost rolling into the back of your head.

“But I want you to come on my cock first like a good girl. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer.

“Good.”

He pulls almost completely out before ramming himself back into you, making you gasp in pleasure.

As he continues his work, you feel the familiar sensation building.

“J-Jack!”

“Come on my cock, baby girl.”

You moan loudly as your second orgasm washes over you. Moments after you come, Jack comes, filling you with his warm semen.

Jack practically collapses on you and nibbles your ear.

“Shit, y/n.”

“That was so good, Jack.”

“You’re going to be a distraction, aren’t you?”

You smile. “Maybe I am.”

“Watch it, Squid, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Please do.”

Jack chuckles before he kisses you again, wrapping you in his arms.

[tenaciousbouquetearthquake]

The things you'll do for a cup of coffee

Or, The continuing adventures of Reacher and his coffee addict girlfriend.

Find it on ao3 | Story Masterlist | My Masterlist (of masterlists)

A story where you seduce Reacher for the last cup of coffee, but it doesn't quite go as you'd planned. Around 4100 words of a lot of dirty talk, hand jobs, referenced vaginal sex, finger sucking, mild dom!Reacher because in my head that dude really enjoys giving orders, mild sub!reader with a little bit of a praise kink toward the end, and Reacher taking advantage of good situation when it presents itself. But really, who can blame him? The things you'll do for a cup of coffee. Jack Reacher can call me a good girl any time he wants to.

“Out of coffee?” You can hear the way your voice squeaks, how much you sound like a spoiled child. You can hear it and somewhere deep inside of you, you cringe—just a little. But the thing is, you don’t care. “How can they be out of coffee?”

Reacher glances back at you from where he’s setting down a bag of goodies on the dresser, everything you need for a decent enough breakfast on the road except a morning shot of caffeine. “How can you be out of coffee?” You can hear the humor and sarcasm in his voice. Reacher has never exactly been supportive of your caffeine addiction, although he does seem to derive a great amount of entertainment from it sometimes.

“This isn’t funny, Reacher,” you warn him, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s too early for you to be awake. You practically had to pry your eyes open this morning and actually whined at the prospect of having to get out of bed. It took Reacher physically shoving you off the mattress—with some encouragement from you, it should be noted—to get you up and taking a shower so that the two of you wouldn’t miss the bus out of town. “I need my coffee. We both know how badly I need my coffee. We both know what happens when I don’t get my coffee.”

Reacher makes a noise, tilts his head as if in thought, and begins to pull things out of the plastic bag from the store to set out on the dress. Croissants. A donut. Some kind of breakfast pastry with bacon that smells divine and makes your mouth water. A pudding cup. A pudding cup. Your eyes zero in on it, staring for a long, long moment.

Pudding.

But no coffee.

“Maybe you should take this as a sign that it’s time to finally cut back,” Reacher suggests. He finishes setting out the haul of goodies he brought back to the hotel room for breakfast and slowly turns around to face you, holding a nice, steaming cup of something in a to go cup. He takes a long, leisurely sip of it as you stare at him open-mouthed, eyes wide.

“What,” you practically growl, “is that?”

Reacher doesn’t react very quickly, apparently unconcerned by the tone of your voice and your desperation for a caffeine fix. He enjoys a long sip of his drink, smacking his lips in delight at the flavor, and lord help you, your focus gets sidetracked again for a single instant to watch his tongue move over his lips—perfect, soft, delicious lips that have coffee on them. You’ve never wanted to suck at lips so badly in your life. “Oh, this?” Reacher looks between you and the cup with a hint of a smile that’s infuriating and delicious at the same time. “Cup of coffee.”

Your eyes narrow. Reacher’s lips twitch again, quirking up into a small smirk on one side. “You said they were out of coffee.”

“I said they are out of coffee,” Reacher corrects you. “This is the last cup.” He takes another long, leisurely sip as you watch him, thoroughly unconcerned by the murderous look you’re giving him.

You may love Reacher with everything you have, but nobody gets between you and your morning fix.

Nobody.

“So, you just—just—” You struggle for the right words, gesturing toward the cup, fixated on it like it’s the answer to all your problems, like it could solve world hunger and end climate change and bring peace to the entire world in just one sip. Because maybe that’s the problem, you know. Maybe people just aren’t getting their coffee fix, so they get grouchy and mean. Like you will be very fucking soon. “You—you’re not even going to share?”

“You wouldn’t like it,” Reacher tells you then, having the audacity to slurp when he takes another drink. To slurp, you think, at this time of the morning.

“It’s coffee,” you insist. “How could I not like it?”

A shrug. “No cream. No sugar.” His mouth pulls down in distaste. “None of that pumpkin syrup you always order.”

“I don’t always order it. It’s seasonal.” A pause. “Fine, I do always order it, but they only give it to me a few months out of the year.” You scowl as he takes another sip. “Look, I don’t care if it’s black. I just need coffee and I need it now.”

To your surprise, Reacher doesn’t budge. He takes another drink, letting out one of those low, glorious hums of satisfaction that always makes your toes curl and your heart race a little. Then shakes his head. “Sorry. This one’s mine.” He turns his back on you and looks down at the food, reaching for the thing with the bacon and managing to casually unwrap it with one hand while he still holds his cup of coffee in the other.

Your first thought is to fight him for it. His back is turned. He can’t see what you’re doing. You have the advantage in this situation. You have just enough motivation and nothing to lose because you have no coffee, dammit, and you need some. You can take him!

And then you remember that it’s Reacher and that you saw him take out five thugs who were bothering you at a diner a few days ago with practically one swing of those meaty, corded arms of his.

Then you decide to take a different approach.

If you can’t fight him… “You know,” you drawl, trying and failing to keep the edge of desperation out of your voice. You pace forward, until you’re right behind Reacher, and move to wrap your arms around his waist and press your body against his back. “If you decided to give me the coffee…” You bury your face against his back, taking a lazy breath through his shirt that smells faintly of cheap laundry detergent and Reacher. Your hands tease at the waistband of his jeans, slipping easily under the hem of his t-shirt to skim fingertips over his warm skin. You push yourself up on your toes enough to lean near his ear. “I could make it worth your while.”

You’re not proud of this, but you’ll absolutely seduce Reacher for coffee.

You’d probably be trying to tear his clothes off of him, anyway, just as soon as you’d finished your morning cup.

Reacher pauses where he’s about to take a bite of the pastry, hands stilling at the way your fingertips are grazing over his waist and hips in slow, measured movements. Your fingers reach near the button of his jeans and catch on the fabric a little. “What did you have in mind?” His voice is low and gravelly when he speaks, his head turning slightly toward you.

“Well…” You press your body against him fully, letting him feel every little detail—every curve molded against him. You’re suddenly grateful that you haven’t figured out what happened to your bra the night before. You were planning to tear the room apart for it after you’d had your coffee, but now… You maneuver the button of his jeans open and make quick work of the zipper, letting your hand freely explore the material of his boxers and the bulge hidden beneath them. It’s satisfying, so satisfying, when you feel him tense against you, his back ramrod straight, even as you hear him let out a heavy breath while your hand moves over his cock. “I could…help you out of these…” Your fingers ghost over the bulge—a bulge that gets impossibly harder under your touch—and follow the waistband over the vee of his hips, all hard lines and intense muscle definition. “And I’d push you back on this bed behind me.” A long, leisurely move over the waistband before gradually beginning to slip underneath.

Reacher takes dangerously slow, steady breaths. He hums. “I’m listening.”

You need that coffee.

You really need that coffee.

But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this. You press your face to his shoulder, letting him feel your warm, damp breath through the material of his shirt. Your hand moves lower, lower, teasing at the base of his cock. “I would touch you like this.” You let him feel your hand on him, feel it close around him as he makes a low moan that’s almost a growl. You pull away long enough to maneuver the boxers so that you have full access to his cock, to the long, thick length of him, hard and ready in the cool air of the hotel room. “I would play with your cock.” A stroke of your fingertips on the underside of him, from the tip to the base, trailing over sensitive skin. “And your balls.” His body tenses sharply against you, his hand beginning to squeeze the bacon filled pastry like a vice. You ghost a touch over his balls before cupping them with your palm, petting and stroking him. He makes another low moan, any trace of a smirk or amusement gone from his face. You wish you were taller, tall enough to lick and nip at his ear while you stand behind him like this and touch him. “I would explore every inch of you.” Your hand begins to move over him again, a gentle closing of your palm around his cock in one carefully measured stroke. Then another one, tighter, gradually working downward and back up as his body physically moves with it, rocking forward and back with you. “With my hands.” Another stroke. The pastry has been completely squished in his big hand. The cup of coffee is quivering.

You lick your lips, let your mouth sound wet with saliva as you say, “And then I would take you in my mouth.” Another stroke. Harder. Reacher makes a deep, throaty sound that rumbles against you, moving from his low in body up to his mouth as it falls open a little. You moan against his back, letting him feel the sound, half-muffled but filled with lust, the sort of sound you would make while taking his cock in your mouth. “And I would taste you.” Another stroke. You would swear he’s harder, that the giant that is Jack Reacher somehow becomes impossibly more with each passing second as you touch him. “And I would make sure to take every inch…” Your grip gets a little tighter. The coffee cup trembles in his hand. You should be concerned for it—you really want that coffee, after all—but you’re getting too caught up in it now. “Of this beautiful…” Reacher’s hand with the pastry moves to the dresser for support, palm falling open, his breakfast forgotten. You have to shift a little to keep your hand in position, craning your body so that your face rests on the outside of his arm now and you can look up at his face to watch him perfectly as his heated gaze turns to meet yours. “Delicious…” The coffee is on the dresser now. The look on Reacher’s face is impossible to miss, pupils blown, nostrils flared, jaw tense. All lust and desire. “Cock of yours.”

He moans, another one of those low, rumbling moans. It vibrates against your chest. His breath comes out in hot waves against your face, eyes trained entirely on you. “And?” He practically growls it out, the sound almost feral. Your nipples pebble through your shirt, brushing against his arm, a sharp thrill that makes you clench your thighs as heat pools there at the way he’s looking at you, the way you’re touching him, the scenario you’re painting for him.

Even you are beginning to forget about the cup of coffee a little bit.

“When I’m good and ready…” Another stroke, harder, slower, deliberately drawing it out so that Reacher’s open palms begin to clench, his fingernails digging into the top of the dresser. You’re good and ready right fucking now. “And I think you’ve had enough…” It’s hard to decide what you like more—the way you’re touching him, the way he’s reacting to you, or the way he’s looking at you now, as if the only thing in the world that matters is the next word out of your mouth, the shape of your lips as you form the sounds. “I would take off my shirt and panties…” His gaze leaves your mouth for only a second, flashing down to shape of your breasts through the t-shirt, nipples hard and pointed through the thin material. A new kind of warmth washes over you, cheeks burning, breasts aching to be touched. “And I would climb on top of you.” His breathing is getting ragged, hips following the motion of your hand, the muscles in his arms taut. Your panties feel damp between your thighs, cunt clenching around nothing at the mere thought of having Reacher inside of you. You move your hand a little more quickly, intentionally making it harder for him to maintain his control. “And I slowly take this cock inside of me…” His knuckles are white from clenching. His eyes drift closed for a moment, either imagining it or too caught up in what you’re doing not to. You want to draw it out, to make it torturous for him, just to watch him get lost in the sensation like that. “And I would ride your hard…” Another stroke, harder, faster, forcing him closer and closer to the edge. “Beautiful cock…”

“Y/N,” Reacher moans, and damned if the sound isn’t like an aphrodisiac, like the most erotic thing you’ve heard in your entire life. Your name on his lips, the way it rolls off his tongue, a rough sound that scrapes over your skin and leaves goosebumps behind. You don’t let up, moving faster now, rough, pressing your body against his, desperate for the contact.

“I would ride you slowly,” you murmur, rubbing your thighs against each other at the sudden need in your cunt, your panties soaked with your own arousal. You can feel him starting to tremble a little, his jaw clenching. Every part of him is tight—so very tight. “And grind you deep inside of me.” Your cunt is beginning to fucking throb for stimulation at the imaginary. “And after I make sure that you’re watching everything I do…” It’s getting to the point where it’s taking all of your focus just to keep the story going and not try to follow through it. “I would start touching myself while you watch me.” Your free hand opens and closes reflexively, your nipples aching for you do just that. “I would play with my breasts and my nipples for you.” Reacher’s gaze leaves your face now, fixed on the images you’re giving to him, settling on where you’re leaning against him and he can feel your nipples through your shirt. “And I would play with my clit while I ride your beautiful cock…” Reacher’s panting now, desperate. “And use you to get myself off.” A moan.

You lick your lips, swallowing against a dry throat, forcing yourself to stay focused. “I would watch you watching me.”

“Y/N.” There’s nothing as beautiful as the sound of Reacher’s voice on the edge of orgasm, the way your name is both a plea for mercy and a prayer for satisfaction. The way you know just how to play with him, touch him, tease him, to drive him so crazy.

“And after I’ve used you as much as I want to,” you pause to let your mouth rest against his arm again, open and hot and wet through his shirt, letting him feel your teeth and your tongue there. “I’ll let you cum inside of me…” You’d swear your cunt is so damp that it’s fucking dripping down your thighs.

“Y/N.”

You don’t stop touching him. God, but you couldn’t stop now if you wanted to. You love the look of him, the way he sounds so breathy and feral, the way he feels in your hand, the way your body is just throbbing for him now. You want to taste him, to ride him, to use him exactly as you’re describing for him.

“And then I would reach down and touch my hot, wet cunt that’s filled with your cum…” Minutes now, you think. Seconds. Jack Reacher may be one tough motherfucker, but right now, he’s at your mercy—and you’re both loving every second of it. “I would touch myself and get it all over my fingers…”

“Fuck, Y/N.”

“And I would lick them clean while you watch.”

It’s a bit anticlimactic when it happens—his fingers scraping over the dresser, hips jutting forward into your hand, the sound of him moaning, moaning, saying your name. Y/N. Y/N. Your hand covered in his seed, hot and sticky. Reacher’s face settling in your neck, his mouth open and panting against you. Y/N. And you—you’re still not satisfied. You started this little game, but you didn’t realize how much it would affect you, too.

Maybe it’s because you still haven’t had your coffee…but, you think with a small feeling of triumph, you will soon.

You wait until Reacher has gotten himself back under control enough to recognize what you’re doing. When those dark brown eyes are settled back on you, you pull your hand away from his cock and hold his gaze as you begin to lap at it with your tongue, licking at every drop of cum there, closing your mouth around your fingers and letting him watch you suck them clean while you moan. You run your tongue over your lips and make sure you don’t miss any, swallowing his spend.

You’re so fucking horny that if you don’t get that coffee soon and then get yourself off, Reacher’s not going to be the only feral person in this room.

“Now, Reacher,” you purr, lips and fingers glistening. You press your overheated, sensitive body against his, acutely aware of his cock still out and of the empty feeling in your cunt. “Don’t you want to give me that cup of coffee?”

Reacher looks at you for a long moment, as if he’s thoroughly entranced by the sight of you. It takes a lot for him to find his voice—which, you have to admit, is its own kind of satisfaction.

“You really won’t like it,” Reacher says with a shake of his head, his voice sounding worn and ragged. You let your fingers linger near your mouth, brushing your lips, trying to keep his gaze there and his mind on what just happened, on the fantasy you painted for him.

“This is me we’re talking about, Reacher,” you tell him sweetly, coyly. “When do I ever not like coffee?”

A quirk of his lips into a smirk. A hint of a laugh. “It’s decaf.”

The moment comes to an abrupt and infuriating halt—except for the desperate aching in your cunt, that is. That’s still there and completely unsatisfied, because of course it is.

Of course the coffee is decaf.

There’s a fraction of a second where you wonder if caffeine withdrawal can be used as a defense for justifiable homicide.

Then you’re pulling away with Reacher with a scowl on your face while the bastard chuckles and turns around to follow you, tucking his cock away and putting his jeans to rights as he does. “Oh, come on, Y/N.”

“I’ll deal with you later.” You’re too pissed right now to face him. He reaches out to grab a hold of you and drag you back against him. Faintly, you can feel the bulge of his cock pressing into you and your body reacts—your body reacts.

“Come on, Y/N,” Reacher pleads, wrapping his arms around you to keep you against him. He leans down to press his face near yours, his mouth at your cheek. “I know you’re mad. I’ll get you some coffee.”

“You better,” you mutter. Reacher barks out another laugh, low and delicious, and you don’t want it to affect you, but the sound of it is good. So fucking good. His arms around you are so, so good. His cock pressing against you, his chest at your back, his face next to yours.

“I will,” Reacher promises. Then, “But first…”

“First what?” You snap at him, no longer rational. Way past rational. What kind of town is this to fucking run out of fucking coffee???

“First,” Reacher purrs, and oh…oh. You feel it at your core. You feel it in the aching of your cunt, in your nipples so hard that they fucking hurt. “I think you should let me take care of this.” A big palm closes over your cunt possessively, the panties soaked. He grinds his palm against your swollen clit, lets his fingers play at your slit through the soaked cloth, burying some of it inside of you as he probes you through the panties. You can’t help the way you fall against him, your thighs clenching around his hand to keep it there, the heat now overwhelming. You let out a moan and this time it’s not one that you’re faking to get Reacher off.

This time, it’s real.

“Fuck you.” There’s no resolve in your words at all. No anger or frustration. Nothing except a whimper.

“How about…” He makes that purring sound again, his big body towering around you, his meaty palm covering your whole cunt as if it wasn’t yours at all, but his. “I push you back on this bed and take this shirt and these…” He grinds his palm against your drenched panties, your stomach fluttering when he presses against your clit. “…right off of you, and then I use this drippy little cunt of yours…” Another grind of his palm, not that he has to. Your body is rebelling against you at this point, ready to agree to anything he asks. “…until I’ve fucked and tasted it and made you cum so many times that you’re begging me to stop.” He strokes long, thick fingers over your slit through your panties. “And then I’ll get you coffee. How does that sound, Y/N?”

Your mind feels fuzzy, dazed, your body is feverish. You want to say no. You want the coffee right damn now, that’s the whole point. You need a fucking caffeine fix, dammit.

You open your mouth to argue, but a moan slips out inside. Reacher chuckles in your ear, your body trembling with the vibration. “It sounds to me like you’re saying yes, Y/N.” He pushes aside the crotch of your panties and those long, thick fingers move over you, stroking, before burying inside of you. His other hand comes up to cup your breast through your t-shirt, cupping it and molding it there before his fingers find the nipple and he strokes it gingerly, your whole body jumping back against him in response. Then he pinches it hard and you whimper, and you know that you’re done for.

Maybe the coffee really will have to wait, after all.

Reacher is pulling his fingers from your cunt, his hand at your breast and nipple relentless. He moves the hand from your cunt up into your view so you can see the wet digits, see your juices there, and then brings it slowly to his mouth while you watch. His tongue laps at the taste of you on one of his fingers. He moans, holding your gaze. “Such a wet little cunt.” A smirk, beautiful and predatory and indecent. “Do you want to taste it, Y/N?” He brings his hand to your mouth, strokes his wet fingers that smell like your cunt over your bottom lip, pinching your nipple so that your body shivers and clenches as you take slow, ragged breaths. “Open your mouth for me, Y/N.” It’s an order—an order from Major Jack Reacher. An order from your boyfriend.

An order that your body is obeying without any conscience input from you.

“Good girl.” Reacher smirks at you, playing with your bottom lip for a long moment before pushing his fingers inside of your mouth and stroking the taste of yourself over your tongue. “Such a good girl.”

As it happens, the two of you don’t make it out for coffee for the rest of the day. You have to take the next bus out of town. Sometime later, in a haze of pleasure, as your body is exhausted and you’re drifting off to sleep, you hear Reacher—fucking Jack Reacher, who’s not even remotely exhausted—laugh and murmur, “The things you’ll do for a cup of coffee.

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Any fellow caffeine lovers out there, what would YOU do with Reacher for a cup of coffee? Lots of things. I would do lots of things.

[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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Kinda want Ghost to meet Reacher

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Part 1 || Part 2

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

What if...Alan Ritchson had played Thor?

[southernbluebellereader]

MASTERLIST

Who I write for: Call of Duty (Preferably MW2 and MW3); Star Trek (everything up to Enterprise + Strange New Worlds); Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers); Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson); SIX (coming soon)

REQUESTS: Closed | INBOX: Open | TAG LIST: Click Here | (*) = WIP

Last Update: December 29, 2023

{JACK REACHER}

| JACK REACHER (Alan Ritchson) |

General Headcanons

General Headcanons Part 2

X Fem! Southern Waitress

Peach Pie and Cream

{CALL OF DUTY}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS/REQUESTS |

Imagine Dancing with Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Imagine Dancing with John Price, Ghost, and Soap

Do They Know How to Take a Bra Off? (COD 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König)

Routines (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Routines Part 2 (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Tenderheart Bear (141 x People Pleaser F! Field Medic (PLATONIC))

How would the 141 react to you getting your nails done? (COD MW2) (Task Force 141 - Semi-NSFW)

(18) Request: Imagine Ghost & König with an anal vibrator

Request: 141 x Reader w/ Psoriasis & Vitiligo (SFW & Platonic)

Request: Taskforce 141 x Reader with rumors of being a slut

(18+) Request: Kvinlig Demon (141 x F! Reader w/ Womb Tattoo)

| CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE |

Requests

(18+) NSFW Price x Younger S/O & he is wrapped around your finger ;)

(18+) NSFW Daddy Price x Wife (this a little *spicy*)

Family Day (x Wife Reader; y'all and the 141 go to Disney World as a family)

Personal Nurse (x Nurse F! Reader)

Leg Warmers (x Reader w/ misaligned knee caps)

*Price begging - collar - sub!Price

X Female Escort Reader

[PART 1] Don’t Look At Me Like That (FLUFF/LITTLE ANGST)

[PART 2] Excitement in Patience (18+ MATURE)

[PART 3] Cup of Coffee (Kinda of a prequel)

X Female Wife Reader

Gray Hairs (FLUFF)

X Young Reader with Facial Scars

[PART 1] Bruised Apple (Platonic, Angst, Facial Scars, Mention of Violence)

[PART 2] Apple Slices (DITTO [Mention of Violence & Trauma])

[PART 3] Apple Pie (Platonic, going on slightly romantic, Angst, Fluffity Fluff)

X MILF Single Mom

Forbidden (Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence)

| LIEUTENANT SIMON “GHOST” RILEY |

Requests

Drake (x AFAB Teammate w/ Tattoo; Simon seeing their tattoo for the first time)

Turquesa (x AFAB Latinx Nurse Reader)

Midnight Dining (x AFAB Civilian Reader (leather jacket Ghost))

Emergency Snack Run (x AFAB Gas Station Clerk)

Personal Mechanic (Mechanic Ghost x AFAB Reader)

X Female Southern Cook

[PART 1] Midnight Snack (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 2] Tomato, Tom-ah-to (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 3] Bag of Peas (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 4] Hash Browns (FLUFF & MOSTLY PLATONIC)

[PART 5] Prickly Pear (FLUFF & DEF NOT PLATONIC ANYMORE)

[PART 6] Peaches and Cream (FLUFF, ANGST, LOVEY DOVEY)

[PART 7] Chicken and Dumplings (VERY ANGST, A LITTLE VIOLENCE)

[PART 8] Hot Links (FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY)

X Female Reader

(18+) Hot For Teacher (Simon's S/O gets a teacher costume for Halloween)

Being Chosen…By A Baby (Single Mom Reader)

| COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS |

X Female Wife Reader

Forehead Kisses (FLUFF)

Alejandro and His Big Ol' Forehead - One, Two, Three, Four

| SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS (COD GHOSTS) |

Fun and Games (x F! reader) (PLATONIC) - His name is said in a funny accent

| SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK |

Requests

A little nosy, aren't we? (x F! Reader gets caught looking at his social media)

(18+) Car Shenanigans (x F! Reader giving head/getting fingered)

Post-Mission Angst (x AFAB Reader)

X Female Signaler/Radiowoman Reader

Guardian Angel (bubbling relationship)

| KÖNIG |

How he likes to show affection by holding you close (xGN Reader)

| COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES |

X Pregnant Wife Reader

First Time Husband (first-time pregnancy; little angst, fluff)

| SERGEANT LOGAN WALKER (COD GHOSTS) |

Requests

Headcanons (Both SFW and NSFW)

What would Logan be like as a Father? (fuffity fluff fluff)

Headcanons Part 2 (Both SFW and NSFW)

| SOBIESŁAW "GROMSKO" KOŚCIUSZKO |

General Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Supportive Soft Friend (SFW Fluff)

| KATE LASWELL |

x Wife Reader

My Wife (fluffity fluff fluff)

| ALEX KELLER |

x F! New Yorker Medic Reader

Polar Opposites (Golden Retriever Alex, Black Cat Reader; Fluff)

| SERGEANT JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH |

Requests

*Dilf! Johnny x Babysitter

x F! Reader

Calling Him "Stud"

{STAR TREK}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS |

Kirk, Spock, & Bones x Southern Reader (SFW)

Do They Know How to Take Bra Off? (Kirk, Bones, Spock, Scotty, Chekov)

| DOCTOR LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY |

X Female Nurse Practitioner

Medical Couple (FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY; TOS/REBOOT MOVIES)

| FIRST COMMANDER SPOCK |

Requests

Pop of Color (x F! Betazoid Quartermaster/Seamstress; STRANGE NEW WORLDS)

{SLASHERS}

| JASON VOORHEES |

X Female Camp Counselor

Instinct (stalking)

{SIX}

| JOE "BEAR" GRAVES |

Requests

Request: Joe Graves X Younger Wife/GF Headcanons

[castle-of-ruin]

Reacher Comes to Visit 2

A/N: Alrighty folks. Here it is. Part 2. A smutty one. I'm so beyond nervous. This is my first ever smut piece. I hope that all of you enjoy this.

Pairing: Jack Reacher x f!reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (let's be realistic here it's fiction. I didn't do the right thing. Wrap it up!), lotsss of consent, oral (f!receiving).

Please please let me know if I missed any warnings!

I do not condone the copying of my work. Do NOT repost my work.

Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcome. Again, I hope you enjoy.

Some visual inspiration for those who care.

The next morning, you awoke to an empty bed and empty house. You would expect nothing less. They had a job to finish, and you knew they were not sticking around long. Getting out of bed, you pull on some clothes and make your way to the kitchen. Much to your surprise, the place is spotless. A smile pulls at your lips. They might be a rough and tough bunch, but at their roots, they were good people. You laugh to yourself quietly as you imagine the four of them scrambling around your house and cleaning. Surely, Neagley was the one who orchestrated the whole thing. It was a heartwarming gesture, considering you may never see them again.

After fixing yourself a quick breakfast, you take the seat at the table and eat your food in peace. Reacher flashes in your mind more than once as you finish up your breakfast and put your plate in the sink. You didn’t know if you would ever see Reacher again, but every part of you wanted to. Something told you that he would be back, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Especially when you didn’t know if he was going to make it out of whatever mess he was in, alive. You shake your head, letting out a scoff. Knowing Reacher, he would be just fine. He was a great fighter and unbelievably strong. That much you had witnessed when he saved you.

The rest of the day went by rather quickly, and once again, you found yourself getting ready for bed. It was well after nine o’clock when you heard that familiar knock on your front door once more. A gasp escapes your lips as you pull open the door and reveal Reacher on the other side. He gives you a small smile and shrugs his shoulders.

“I know, I look like shit.” He states with a smirk.

You took in the blood along the collar of his shirt and the even bigger bruise under his left eye.

“You’re right. You do. Come on.” You yank him in by the sleeve of his jacket. He comes in without any restraint, allowing you to guide him to the bathroom.

“Take that off,” you instruct.

The jacket slides off his shoulders as he shrugs out of it. You could have sworn you heard him wince but didn’t bring it up. Your eyes widen at the gash on his side, peeking through the holes on his shirt and the small cut on his neck. Whatever happened, he got beat to hell and back.

“Shit, I’m surprised you’re still standing, big guy.” You dab at the cut above his eye.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you close to him.

“I can’t help you if you’re holding onto me, Reach.” You tell him as you stand between his legs.

Reacher pushes you back slightly and looks up at you. He didn’t need to speak to tell you he didn’t care about his wounds. That wasn’t why he was there. No, it was his want to hold you true to that promise you made him last night. Your hands rest easy on his shoulders as the two of you stare each other down in your small bathroom. Slowly, you allow yourself to place your hands on his cheeks, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment. He needs this just as badly as you do.

“Can I?” You ask, eyes drifting to his lips for a moment.

“Yes,”

Leaning in, you kiss him, this time with more fervor than before. His grip on your hips tightens, as if that's possible, and he stands towering above you. You can feel the countertop pressing into your lower back as he leans into you. Slowly, but surely, he backs you into your bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a moment.

Finding the hem of his shirt with shaky fingers, you tug at it softly, signaling to him what you want, asking for permission. Before you can verbally ask him, his shirt is flying into the other corner of the room. You laugh quietly and squeal when his hands find your ass and he lifts you in the air. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you kiss him again. Getting lost in the way his stubble scratches against your cheeks or the way his skin was so warm, you could feel the warmth through your blue jeans.

Reacher places you on the bed hovering above you briefly before attacking your lips once more.

“Let’s take this off, yeah?” He asks, fingers easing beneath your shirt.

You nod, giving him the okay. He pulls the shirt over your head and throws it across the room, and it lands with a loud thud. Reacher removes himself from you long enough to unbutton his pants and pull them off before he’s right back between your legs. You bite your lip as his black boxers hide no part of him.

The button on your pants pops open easily in your fingers, and you shimmy out of them. Reacher helps you get them off your ankles and drops them. Warm fingertips trace up your thighs, over your hips, and along your sides before Reacher hooks around behind you and undoes your bra. You shiver, as cool air wraps around your newly exposed skin. The chill is soon replaced by Reacher’s warm mouth as he uses his tongue to play with your nipples. Soft pants fall from your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck once more.

“Fuck,” You moan out.

Reacher hums against your skin.

“This is not the time for you to tease me, Reacher.” You practically growl.

You feel him chuckle against you. Instead of listening to you, Reacher moves down your body, littering your skin in kisses. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, and he looks up to you for a brief moment, asking quiet permission to take them off. You nod, and that's all he needs to practically rip them off you. Before you can adjust to the cool air his tongue finds your clit and you buck against him. Instinctively grinding your hips in unison with his tongue. Your moans grew louder as he worked at you longer, his large fingers toying inside of you. As you grow closer to release the warmth is ripped away when Reacher stands up once more. You almost protest, but stop when he rids himself of his boxers finally and comes back to you.

You watch as he runs his hand the length of his abdomen before settling on his cock. He strokes his cock in his fist a few times before running the head of his cock through your slick folds. A moan falls past your lips as he thrusts into you. Slow at first as he allows you to adjust to him, and he finds his rhythm. His hands hold your hips down as he thrusts into you, his pace picking up. Reacher drops his head into the crook of your neck and moans quietly. He bites down softly on the sensitive skin of your neck and you gasp.

Once again you wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks into you. He kisses you roughly as his thrusts meet yours. Moans fill the room as you feel yourself inching closer to your impending orgasm. A gasp falls past your lips when he lifts your leg, changing the angle in which he thrusts into you.

“Fuck,” You groan as he slows his pace with the new position.

Every delicious drag of his cock had shudders rippling through you. Cursing again, you pant out his name and close your eyes, the euphoria building in the pit of your stomach almost too much to bear.

“Look at me,” He instructs, gripping your chin softly.

Opening your eyes, you look at him, taking in the way his breathing labored, the way his pupils were blown out of proportion, and his green eyes were much darker than normal. He kisses you again, this time softer than before, but still just as bruising. Heat pooled in the pit of your abdomen as Reacher’s pace increased again. You were aware of each slow drag of his hips and counter thrust as he held you close as he neared his own release.

The coil in your stomach snaps, and you come, clenching around him as your orgasm wracks through your body. Not far behind you, Reacher finds his own release and collapses beside you. Spent you curl yourself up beside him and snuggle into his side, wanting to stay this way for as long as you could.

After laying there quietly with one another for some time, you prop yourself up on your elbow and take him in once more. His breaths were even once more, and his eyes drooped with exhaustion. Surely, he was exhausted after the day he had.

He surprises you by turning to face you. “I won’t wait two years to come back next time.” He murmurs, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“I’d like that.” You tell him, placing your hand on his shoulder and leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulls you close and holds you tightly, and as you drift off the sleep, he presses a kiss to the side of your head. Today was the day things would change, and for the better.

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[hederasgarden]

Hey Ivy! Just wanted to say that both August Walker and Jack Reacher can both crack me like a glow stick (I have a thing for *fictional* big and mean), so if inspiration hits you, don’t hold back; you’ll have at least one interested reader. Hope you are well ✨

Bestie, oh my god. I was just talking about this with someone on Discord. We are all on the same horny wavelength and I love that for us. We just want these two huge dudes to manhandle us.

I'm imagining the reader as white hat hacker who occasionally helps Jack Reacher with cases and August Walker on things he needs to go outside the system for. Separately, they decide it's time to pay her visit to say thanks, only for both of them to show up at the same time. Poor reader opens the door to these two giant men like uhhhhh.

[worldofheroes]

Changing the Pattern

tc!jack reacher x reader

summary: after you get hurt in the field, Jack tries to help. You’re annoyed by his efforts as it happens every time you help Jack, but he admits something to you this time that changes your relationship with him.

warnings: injury, guns, angst, then happy fluff

wc: 839

a/n: based on this request by @tomcruiseishot ! Yes it’s not very in character for Jack but I don’t care 😂

“Y/n!” Jack shouts.

You turn around and see a man coming towards you with a gun.

You pull your weapon, but are too slow. Two shots go off.

A bullet grazes your shoulder, and the man falls to the ground. You stumble backwards into the wall.

“Jack,” you cry out as you slide down the wall to the ground.

“Y/n,” Jack says, rushing to you. “I’m so sorry,” he says, ripping his shirt to make a bandage.

“Jack,” you repeat, with tears in your eyes.

“Look at me, y/n, stay with me. It’s okay. I know it hurts,” he says as he wraps the bandage around you.

You watch Jack as he finishes wrapping the bandage.

“Come on,” he says, helping you up. “Can you walk?”

“I think so,” you say.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He helps you to the car, then speeds off to a safe house.

“I’m so sorry,” Jack mutter as you enter through the door.

“Jack, enough,” you snip.

Your pain and fear has turned to anger.

“Let me just help you,” Jack says, moving to look at your wound.

“You’ve done enough,” you tell him. “I’ll handle this myself.”

You walk away towards your room.

“Y/n,” Jack calls out after you.

You ignore him and close your door. Your hand hesitates at the lock, unsure if you should lock yourself in or if Jack will leave you alone.

You lock the door, deciding you really don’t want to talk to him.

This happens every time Jack asks for your help. You always get hurt, Jack feels awful, and you swear him off until the next time he calls.

You unwrap the bandage, wincing with pain.

At least it’s just a graze and a bullet didn’t land in your shoulder.

You take the first aid kit out of the closet, setting up a workspace. You clean your wound, and start grabbing gauze and adhesive to rebandage it.

There’s a light knock on your door.

“Y/n,” Jack says softly. “I know you’re mad at me. You have every right to be. This happens every single time. I get it. You’re… you’re the best partner I’ve ever had in the field and I don’t want anyone else. I want you with me. I’m sorry.”

Tears swell in your eyes, threatening to fall. When you close your eyes to gain composure, a tear does fall down your face.

You stand up from the desk and open the door.

Jack is standing there, with concern all over his face.

“Y/n,” he breathes.

You step closer and wrap him into a hug, tears falling down your face and creating a wet spot on Jack’s shirt.

“I’m here. I got you,” Jack whispers, petting your hair and nuzzling into your neck.

The two of you stand there for a minute, not saying anything.

“How about I take a look at your shoulder?” Jack suggests, slightly pulling away from the hug.

You nod, walking back into the room to the desk.

You sit down on the chair, and Jack squats down to look at your arm.

“It doesn’t look that bad,” he reassures you. “Still probably hurts like hell, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, it does.”

Jack bandages your shoulder.

“You’ll be okay,” Jack says.

You nod again. “I know.”

Jack looks up at you, and you notice for the first time the cuts on his face, likely from the incident earlier today.

“Let me clean these,” you say, gently touching his face as you examine the cuts.

“I’m fine,” Jack tells you.

You give Jack a look.

“Fine,” Jack sighs.

You gently clean Jack’s cuts, and he winces.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be,” he whispers.

Silence falls between the two of you. You stand up and Jack does the same, holding onto your arms.

“Thank you,” you say softly.

Jack wraps you in his arms. “I love you.”

“What?”

“I love you, y/n. I love you so much.”

“Jack.”

“I’ll continue to repeat it, y/n. You mean everything to me.”

“Jack… I… I love you too.”

Jack pulls back ever so slightly so he can look at you.

“I mean it,” you whisper.

“Good,” he smiles, kissing you.

The kiss doesn’t feel strange or unusual. It feels natural. It feels like you’ve already kissed Jack a million times.

“Stay with me tonight?” you ask Jack quietly.

“Hm?”

“Sleep with me tonight. Don’t go to your room.”

“Okay,” Jack whispers, kissing your head.

You change into your pj’s and crawl into bed.

“Isn’t that my shirt?” Jack asks with a small smile as he takes his own shirt off.

“Maybe,” you tease him. “Smells like you.”

Jack smiles as he steps out of his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

He joins you in bed under the covers.

You move closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you too, y/n. Get some rest, okay?”

You nod against his body.

“Good. I’ll keep you safe.”

[tenaciousbouquetearthquake]

Masterlist

What happens in Dunkirk (doesn't stay in Dunkirk)

Scenes from Apple and Gus's relationship, starting with their first meeting in Dunkirk

Part 1

Shall I tell you how many Nazis I killed today? Masterlist

An Anders Lassen imagine where you’re a medic working with the team, you and Anders may have a bit of a reputation together, and Anders is still trying to figure out how to deal with all of his feelings for you. But he really likes being naked with you.

And also killing Nazis.

Don't worry, darling (Geoffrey Appleyard NSFW alphabet) masterlist

Appleyard's NSFW alphabet, but explored through a series of short scenes with the reader as Heinrich Luhr's daughter, who Apple has seduced for information while on his mission to Fernando Po. Because I like my smut with angst and plot and have no self-control, apparently. Each chapter has its own notes on what to expect.

The things you'll do for a cup of coffee Masterlist

Or, The continuing adventures of Jack Reacher and his caffeine addict girlfriend. Each part has its own summary and individual tags to let you know what to expect where. Feel free to give me ideas in an ask :)

[psshaw]

If the real fantasy at play generally boils down, as most contemporary American fantasies do, to being justified in doing whatever violent stuff you're fantasizing and fulminating about, there is also a melancholy dream of agency in it. It's the idea that a person might, despite all the wild recklessness and cruelty of full-spectrum social failure rushing down onto them, somehow still be able to make sure it Wouldn't Go Down Like That. Put another way, it is easier to imagine an endless procession of increasingly expensive and grandiose John Wick sequels than it is to imagine the end of capitalism. But sometimes it is easier to imagine than others. As someone who has been on four different Boeing-made airplanes in the last week, I can attest to the limits of this fantasy in the face of the prospect that a door on your airplane—the production of which was outsourced and subcontracted by a flub-prone duopoly to save some money; the installation and inspection of which was overseen by an overworked and multiply pressured person working in a conflicted and careless system, also to save some money—might blow off at altitude. There are some problems an individual is not equipped to fix, and "airplane now has moonroof" is one of the classics, there. More to the point, the bad people enabling or actively authoring those problems can seem not merely out of reach but safely within a parallel reality that is, if not any less brutish or ugly or stupid, notably better insulated. You think less of mounting a Jack Reacher-style offensive on Boeing's executive suite, in that situation, and more about how strong an airplane seat belt is, really, and I guess also how reliable the subcontractor that produced that seatbelt was, and how carefully that was inspected.

[geralts-yenn]

2023 character wrapped

@deandoesthingstome knows too well I get a little obsessive over some characters - let's see if I can make it to nine (or if I can stop at nine 😁 a look onto my masterlist that's barely a year old tells me we will get there)

Here we go...

My no 1: No surprise here - Mikey

He's my precious silly boy and I will never stop loving him. As part of a family of lunatics here or here, as our best friend, or as the cute neighbor who steals the heart of Nina and Mel

2. Melot

I blame @raccoon-eyed-rebel for introducing me to the slutty lil' braid boy. Just look at that grumpy, miserable little guy. I can't help but thinking about how to make him feel better. That's why he gets the love from not only one but two lovely persons in my Hearts Too Big universe. He's still not quite happy as a vampire in Believe in Me, but I swear we'll get to it.

3. Syverson

Not much of a surprise - how could I not love him? He's the character I read the most this year, for sure. But I also loved to write him into my bonfire story and it's follow up. I was yearning for him and I imagined him as a daddy 🥰

4. Evan

Oh, he was a surprise for me. Even though I liked his character in the movie, I didn't intend to write for him. Until a lovely nonnie put him into my brain and started to fuel my obsession with him here, here and here.

5. Walter

The grumpy bear was always a favorite of me when it came to reading but I was a little scared to write him by myself. In the end, I'm quite happy with the outcome when I finally dared.

6. August Walker

Another one that I love but didn't dare to write. Until it was too tempting to add him as the vampire king in Believe in Me. And then those little pieces of smut here and here with the vampire king were surprisingly easy to write.

7. Napoleon Solo

I love the smooth spy. I had so much fun to pair him up with the lovely Amina and I totally plan to get back to Leon sometime in the future

8. Charles

I wish I had more time to explore his character. I love him so much - especially when he's put into a modern AU. I kinda did this to him as my sidekick for Melot. And I have a wip in my folders, sleeping for way too long, where he's the most annoying and yet adorable duke. I really hope I get to the point where I can introduce him to you.

That's everyone I have written for this year. But I surely don't stop here with obsessing

I won't count Geralt, Will and all the other characters of Henry Cavill because this post is already too long for anyone to read, lol.

But I surely have to count the man himself

9. Henry Cavill

Yes, I am obsessed with this man and I am not sorry! I guess I won't ever get back to the unfinished RPF that got me into writing at all but I will not stop loving the adorkable man that he is.

And then there are still some guys that don't look like Henry:

9. Dean Winchester

I had almost forgotten how much I loved him. Until I introduced the teenager to Supernatural and spent a lot of evenings this year watching that stupid little shit 😍

10. Billy Russo

One of my favorite roles for Ben. And so many good fics out there that I need to explore at some point.

11. Jack Reacher

Very recent addition to the hunks in my head. I love the new season and I'm definitely not immune to that man's visual charms.

I think I will stop here, even if I could name probably another 12...

@ellethespaceunicorn @peyton--warren @gummydummy19 @jvanilly @ronearoundblindly @ylva-syverson want to talk about your favorite characters?

[atopvisenyashill]

What if Rhaegar, Elia, and Lyanna were genderbent?

I've answered a few about Rhaegar being gender swapped or stillborn and that answer essentially boils down to "his mother's life sucks even worse than it does in canon, plus the political scene is tense as FUCK." i've also answered some about lyanna being gender swapped as well, which is basically just "lyanna is having the time of her life chilling in winterfell while westeros burns around her" hah. never done an elia one, or all of them swapped.

But okay - Lonnel Stark is, in all likelihood, just chilling out at Winterfell. Either he or Benjen gets fostered out (I speculated on where in that other ask, but I think it's likely he would be sent to a Reacher house, where there is currently a plethora of girls to get engaged to, or the Lannisters, and if Tywin is meant to be the foster father of Benjen or Lyanna/Lonnel as the war kicks off, that puts a fun spin on what Tywin is going to do if he has a potential hostage and/or closer alliances with the Southron Ambitions plot), and which one is fostered out probably depends on the ages of the people he's fostering with. But no matter what, both of them are just kinda chilling. After the war, if a bunch of the Stark men die, having both Benjen and Lonnel would help a lot in rebuilding House Stark as well (ntm, I think it's likely Benjen went to the Wall out of guilt for whatever happened with Lyanna. If she never leaves with Rhaegar, that guilt goes away!).

Rhaena Targaryen, first born daughter of Aerys, cannot inherit but she is a catch. I'm sure there's some plans to have her marry Aerys and Rhaella's first born son, but when that first born son never comes, Aerys (and Steffon, probably Tywin as well, as I imagine the people doing most of the actual ruling early on was those two. I have always pictured this dynamic as the two of them teaming up on Aerys to babysit/keep him occupied while they do the actual work, haha) looks to make a smart political match with his daughter instead. Enter Jaime Lannister. Aerys is going to be a huge weirdo about this, Tywin is going to get his feelings hurt, Cersei is going to start scheming. Exit Jaime Lannister. But...Enter Robert Baratheon.

That's right my man, the one, the only, Bobby B. is marrying girl Rhaegar/Rhaena. My reasoning is this: Steffon has already brought Robert to court several times so they're familiar with each other, Robert is knighted fairly young so he proves himself "worthy" of the honor, and best of all he has a Targaryen grandmother. Not only does this keep ~the blood of Valyria~ strong in House Baratheon, but it also helps in the long run if the Targaryens keep having fertility issues, because they have another Valyrian house to turn to for potential brides. BUT. There is a challenger here - ENTER ELLARIO NYMEROS MARTELL!!!

While I think Aerys himself would rather Robert because he's a racist freak, that alliance with Dorne is the only reason Robert's Rebellion went on for as long as it did. Without Dorne, Aerys has nothing. Less than nothing, even. Granted, without a helpless bride and her two children being kept hostage in the capital, Aerys still has jack shit, but he doesn't know that now does he. Still, with Loreza and Rhaella being friends, I think Ellario is a contender for Princess Rhaena's hand (again, a bit unsure on when Mellario and Doran marry, so maybe Rhaegar/Rhaena marries Doran since he's the one inheriting, and Ellario has no seat to give Rhaena). There's some stiff competition with Bobby B. here. I think it's likely Bobby B. & Steffon win that one though, and Loreza's hurt pride means that, once again, when Aerys inevitably does something fucked up and the realm turns on him, Dorne is going to conveniently look the other way while the rest of the Lords storm KL to oust Aerys.

HOWEVER. We do have these two branches here - Rhaena marries Bobby B., and Rhaena marries Ellario. In the Ellario situation, as I point out in other asks, a girl Rhaegar would be in Dorne, not in KL or anywhere in the Crownlands. Since there's no Stark maiden for Robert or Rhaegar to get fixated on, exactly what Aerys does is up in the air here, but we know from Jaime and JonCon's memories that Aerys was acting erratically, especially in regards to wildfire, long before Robert's Rebellion started. Now, there's no real reason for Robert to go so hard on hating Targaryens in this scenario BUT if Aerys makes KL kaboom? I do imagine there comes a question of "well is Rhaena going to go crazy too?" and there's a minor stand off between Dorne and the rest of Westeros. If Rhaena marries Bobby B., I think there's a chance that marriage is used to further push Robert's claim to the throne once Aerys finishes blowing shit up, considering Robert's grandmother, Rhaelle, is used to push him in canon.

IF Rhaella and Viserys live (let's say they still get sent to Dragonstone while Aerys is making wildfire), I think things get real dicey in either scenario. They'd need some sort of consensus in pushing Robert over Viserys, and Rhaena is not going to stand by and do nothing while people call for her mother and brother to be killed.

THE REAL JUICE is If Rhaena finds the prophecy as a young girl and starts obsessing over it and what it means. She’s going to be very determined to have children (or to make Viserys have children, perhaps?), bringing her fucked up Valyrian magic to a court that is probably very anti Valyria because Aerys just blew some stuff up, and Robert, if canon is anything to go by, is going to react violently to something like that. BUT. If she’s smarter - and she’d have to be, women cannot make mistakes the way Rhaegar can! - and plays up the “i want to give you a healthy heir” thing and isn’t as publicly focused on magic, that might be okay. It DOES change the political landscape a lot because, in a scenario where Aerys gets himself ousted, and Robert marries a Targaryen, they are….basically just a continuation of the Targaryen line, in a very real way that Robert/Cersei are not. In Dorne, however, Ellario I think more likely to be forgiving of weird magical obsessions, and Rhaena would likely have a long leash (so to speak) on obsessing, but with no real power to make her plans come to fruition. in either scenario, I do wonder if Rhaena doesn't try something fire and blood magicy and blow up another building the way Egg does Summerhall. If she does, and she survives, I think that's the final nail in the coffin of the Targaryens, who would have blown up THREE SEPARATE PLACES in the last, what, 2.5 decades? I think Robert could be convinced to just send all his dragonspawn to the Faith and start over with a less ridiculous, much more rich family, while Doran and Ellario have Rhaena held in Sunspear to keep an eye on her.

[nade2308]

Yet another scene that broke me.

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

re: Ethan's gentle reserves nature - not sure if you've watched TGM but I'm curious if you get the same vibes from older Mav? for me it's a tossup if TC is just like that in recent roles or if Ethan in particular has terminal eldest daughter syndrome because all his spy parents/mentors sucked and he just didn't have any siblings to shepherd around until GP

Ok so I have to be honest TGM was the first non-MI TC movie I watched so it was a while ago now. And so I don’t feel like I’m entirely qualified to speak on it. That being said from what I remember Mav is—very kind, and definitely tired, but he doesn’t seem to have Ethan’s particular kind of careful reserve around people. He’s very outspoken in general, and it shows in his demeanor and his body language. I remember him as being somewhat more physically expressive than Ethan, and although they have a similar sense of kind playfulness I wouldn’t necessarily describe Mav as intentionally gentle (when he is, it’s more situational and less of a character trait). Mav is also quicker to anger than Ethan, and quicker to get drawn into petty disputes than Ethan, who keeps himself very carefully cut off from that sort of thing. Mav engages with the kids and tests and teases and pushes them where Ethan tends to treat even his closest teammates with—lots of care, but a constant emotional distance, rarely if ever bringing up grievances/past hurts. For example, I can’t imagine mcquarrie era Ethan shoving a teammate the way Mav shoves Rooster in TGM. TC’s later roles….with the exception of Nick Morton and Barry Seal (love of my life hiiii) you tend to feel their age, a sense of tiredness, a stubborn doggedness, but IMO there’s not one of them that has Ethan’s particular carefulness and gentleness when dealing with people. Thinking here of Nick Morton, Barry Seal, Maverick, Jack Reacher in Never Go Back. That was part of why I was so struck by that quality of Ethan’s on rewatch, cause my first experience with TC was mission impossible and I unconsciously ascribed a lot of that quality to an older TC’s general vibes—not realizing that…in a lot of his other movies, including the later ones, he usually plays relatively brash characters. Ethan is a kinda unusual TC protagonist and what’s more, TC didn’t have to act him that way…the writing doesn’t demand it, although it occasionally subtly suggests it. Most of that gentle quality is coming from the acting. Anyway it’s interesting to me that Ethan is TC’s longest-running role. Would love any TGM-loving mutuals to weigh in on all this if you have thoughts btw