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The Last Time: Jack Reacher x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @castle-of-ruin @baconeggndcheez @alishageorgia @hal3ynicol3

It’s past midnight and the stars are twinkling up in the sky as you and Reacher lie on a sleeping bag in the woodland near your house staring up on them. The trees rustle in the light breeze, the sounds of the forest a peaceful rendition.

Reacher’s fingers threaded through yours. The flames from the campfire illuminating his features, highlighting the freckles on his face. He’s more weather worn than you last time you saw him, his cheeks are grizzled, his skin a little more tan. He usually stops by every couple of months, shares your bed, walks your dog before he takes off again. He’s a nomad at heart, he always has been.

“This has to be the last time.” He says finally, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “I can’t keep coming back here.”

You don’t say anything, not when he squeezes your hand just that little bit tighter or when he turns his head to survey your expression.

You know what the problem is.

Reacher is starting to settle.

His visits have been more frequent over the past year, he stays for longer, starts keeping things at your place. Nothing more than a couple of pairs of boxers and a t-shirt but they’re still there, still his. It’s the biggest commitment he’s made since retiring from the Army.

The man you first met arrived with only the clothes on his back, he didn’t need anything else and now he has a drawer in your dresser and his own mug in your cupboard.  

“Is that why you insisted we camp underneath the stars tonight?” You ask him quietly. “You wanted it to be special?”

“Something like that.” He tells you, his voice a little rough. The time you have together is incredibly meaningful to him, you’re the closest he’s been to another person in years which is why he has to let you go. He can’t afford to have any attachments, not with the way he attracts trouble.  

He rolls onto his side, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he looks into your eyes.

“I want you to remember me.” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours. “Remember all the good we had together.”

He makes love to you that night, under the stars, the light of the campfire bathing your bare skin as he drives you to the pinnacle of release before he pulls you away again. He wants to keep you in freefall for as long as possible, to prolong the experience because Reacher, he isn’t ready for this to end, no matter what he tells you.

Your thighs clench around his hips, drawing him deeper. You can feel that climax building inside of you again, each wave washing over you, drowning you. Reacher’s hand comes to rest on your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his. He needs you to be immersed in him when you come, consumed completely because this is the memory he wants to leave you with, him loving you with everything he has.

He feels the exact moment the ecstasy hits you, you grip his dick so fucking tightly that you take him over the edge with you, his release spilling deep inside. He still doesn’t stop, he fucks it deeper, kissing you, touching you because Reacher, he’s not ready for it to be over, not yet.

“Jack…” You say quietly, your fingers threading through his hair as he buries his face into the curve of your throat.  “This doesn’t have to be goodbye.”

But it does because Reacher, he can’t the thought of losing you and that’s exactly what’s going to happen if he stays.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Rusty Compass

Jack Reacher x Sibling!Reader

The neon sign of the Rusty Compass bar cast a jaundiced glow across Jack Reacher's face. He nursed a beer – his third, probably, judging by the empty bottles lining the counter. Rain splattered against the window, washing away the neon in blurry streaks. Not a bad night for a ghost town, Reacher thought, swirling the last drops of his beer.

Then, the bell above the door jangled. A gust of wind swept in, carrying with it the scent of wet asphalt and teenage angst. A skinny figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, blinking against the sudden brightness. Reacher squinted, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You lost, kid?" he rumbled, his voice as gruff as his military background.

The figure stepped into the light, revealing a mop of rain-soaked hair and wide, eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world. It was a young kid , barely sixteen, face pale and drawn. Yet there was a stubborn echo of Reacher's own face in there too.

"Are you Jack Reacher?" the person asked, with a voice barely a whisper.

Reacher raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. He wasn't exactly in the habit of advertising himself. "Depends who's asking," he drawled, playing along.

The young adult took a shaky breath. "My name is Y/N. Y/N Reacher. I'm your sibling."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Reacher had no siblings besides Joe, or so he thought. His past was a tangled mess, buried deep within him like a scar. This kid, with their haunted yet familiar eyes, was dredging up memories he'd spent years suppressing.

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken questions. Rain hammered against the roof, a drumming accompaniment to the internal war raging within Reacher. Curiosity battled distrust, a tug-of-war played out in the depths of his gaze.

Finally, he sighed, the sound like a weary sigh of an old mountain. "Get yourself a lemonade, kid," he muttered, gesturing to the bartender. "Let's talk."

The next few hours were a blur of stolen glances and hesitant words. Y/N, it turned out, was the result of an indiscretion, a secret Reacher never knew existed. Y/N spoke of a childhood spent in shadows, a mother's love a fragile shield against a harsh world. They spoke of searching, of yearning for a connection that felt undeserved.

Reacher listened, the calluses on his soul softening with each story. He saw himself in Y/N’s eyes, the same hunger for belonging, the same wariness of trust. It was a mirror he couldn't ignore, a reflection of the man he could have been, should have been.

By the time the bar closed, a silent pact had been forged. Reacher wouldn't turn this scrawny kid away, wouldn't let them wander the same lonely road he once had. He wouldn't be the father the kid never had, but maybe, just maybe, he could be the sibling he never knew was needed.

They stepped out into the rain, the moon a pale smudge behind the thick clouds. The road ahead was still shrouded in mist, but it didn't look like an endless escape anymore. It looked like a shared journey, two Reachers, bound by blood and circumstance, carving their own path through the storm. And for the first time in years, Jack Reacher didn't feel alone.

The Rusty Compass faded into the darkness, leaving behind the echo of unspoken promises and the flicker of a fragile hope. The rain kept falling like a baptism, washing away the past and paving the way for the new. Jack Reacher, the lone wolf, had found his pack. And sometimes, that’s all the shelter you needed from the storm.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

The success of “Reacher” makes a lot more sense when you consider that it’s the dad show version of “Sherlock”. So if you like “Sherlock” and are also a fan of shows like “Yellowstone”, there you go.

[ediblesglue]

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Jack Reacher…

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[false-cowboy]

GUILLERMO (with a fake accent) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

[hunnam]

Alan Ritchson as Jack Reacher Reacher Season 2, Episode 2 "What Happens in Atlantic City"

[dead--girls--club]

🤎Alan Ritchson🧡

[frownyalfred]

Love it when shows give you ideas for your other fandoms. I need to work the phrase “redwood motherfucker” into a fic about Jason Todd asap.

[lenreli]

[basedhighsenberg]

Trying not to be autistic about technical details involving guns in a TV show about a former military cop who's special power is autism and who constantly says "in an investigation details matter" is so brave of me, tbh

[diver5ion]

[fandomnerd9602]

Reacher and Y/N walk the scene of a crime…

Reacher: why do we get partnered up so often?

Y/N: because I’m the brains and you’re both brain and brawn

Reacher: right.

Y/N: met a nice gal a couple towns over

Reacher: really? Who?

Y/N: officer Roscoe. You know her?

Reacher: uhh…

Roscoe: hey baby I came by to…hey Jack

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

For anyone who is watching the “Reacher” show, the season I’m most excited for is season 3 since that’s probably going to adapt the novel “Tripwire”. Literally, Jack Reacher survives a bullet since his pectoral muscle was so thick the bullet did not make it past his rib cage. And if you don’t believe me, I literally copy and pasted the entry from the Wiki page lol.

Just…imagine the show adapting that scene.

[whumpslist]

Reacher’s whumps’ list

[referred to main male character: Jack Reacher, portrayed by Alan Ritchson.]

Season 1 [referred to Lee Child's book "Killing Floor" (1997)]

.01: arrested and locked into a cell, into a prison cell and brief scuffle, ambushed and rough fights. blood splatters on his prison jumpsuit, bruised eyebrown and cheek and groaning, harsh confrontation, upsetting news and grief.

.02: bruised eyebrown and cheek from previous episode, upset for his brother's murder, argued, provocked and brief scuffle, argued, ambushed and attacked, fought against armed men and cut on his back, bloody eyebrown, taken care on the field, old scar on his flank.

.03: bruised face from previous episodes, brief scuffles twice, followed, fought.

.04: bruised face from previous episodes, mourning his brother, shot at and into a gunfight, chased and fought, under gunpoint, slapped in the face and argued, upset.

.05: bruised face from previous episodes, brief scuffle, insulted and harsh confrontation, brief scuffle, into a car accident and into the river.

.06: bruised face from previous episodes, followed and rough fight.

.07: bruised face from previous episodes, attacked and various fights, rough fight and knocked out into the water, fought and groaning, heavily panting and exhausted, grunting.

.08: bruised face from previous episodes, under gunpoint and blackmailed, into a gunfight, brief fights with and without guns, rough fight; in the past: emotional distress and tears rolling down his cheeks.

Season 2 [referred to Lee Child's book "Bad Luck and Trouble" (2007)]

.01: brief scuffle, received upsetting news twice; in the past: scuffle and broken lip; brief scuffle twice and knife pointed at him.

.02: brief scuffle, upset, rough fights, cut and taken care of by himself.

.03: arrested and handcuffed, into an ambush and gunfights.

.04: surrounded and fought against multiple armed men.

.05: in the past: undercover, scuffle and under gunfire, almost hit; upset, badly argued, under snipers' gunfire, received upsetting news.

.06: in the past: argued; into a furios gunfight, various fights.

.07: upset; in the past: argued; scuffle, blackmailed, surrended himself.

.08: handcuffed, brief scuffle, tortured and bruised face, upset, rescued, into a furious gunfight, rough fights and stabbed int his forearm, two dressings stained with blood.

RENEWED FOR A THIRD SEASON

[ellelans]

Just thinking maybe my brother told me about Blind Blake for a reason. Thinking about him lying in that morgue. Thinking I'm supposed to do something about it. Like what? I guess I'll find everybody responsible, and kill every last one of them.

Reacher 1x01.