#jack reacher x child!reader

[justabigassnerd]

Unexpected

Pairing - Jack Reacher x child!reader

Word count - 2,322

Warnings - gun violence, death, blood mentions, child endangerment, angst, lil' pinch of fluff

Summary - on a mission wherein he saves a child, Jack Reacher finds himself forming an unlikely softness towards the young child

A/N - oooh this is new isn't it?? this was a request sent in by @fangirl23obession so I hope I did the idea justice. writing for Jack ended up being a lot harder than I anticipated so I hope this is an okay read for y'all. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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While travelling the states, Jack had caught wind of some suspicious activity within an Army regiment and so naturally went to investigate further. He didn’t care that he wasn’t technically part of the military anymore. When he got involved in something he was going to see his investigation through until the end.

The Army, knowing who he was and still respecting his rank despite him not being part of the Army anymore, let him weigh in on the ongoing investigation into how a soldier had gone completely AWOL with no evidence of foul play yet before he disappeared, he had been disappearing for hours at a time late at night and returning only in the early hours of the morning. At first, his comrades and superiors thought he was sneaking out to go to nearby bars and spend the night with people outside of the Army but when his superiors went to nearby bars to question the staff, they all denied seeing him at all.

As the investigation progressed, Jack found more and more evidence pointing towards a group of former military personnel who were trying to gain power to supposedly take back from their former places of work. Jack didn’t understand why such a group existed and quite frankly he didn’t care. He was there to do a job and that’s what he was going to do before moving on. He’s dealt with much worse in his lifetime. He wasn’t about to let one measly group of rogue soldiers do any damage.

What Jack could never have predicted was them scooping up a child off the streets and taking them hostage as a way to try and convince people to listen to their demands. With that newfound information, Jack was preparing to go off in search of the group to end them once and for all. The Army, of course, insisted he take some soldiers with him to assist in the whole ordeal and while Jack would rather go about everything himself, he knew he had very little say in the matter so allowed them to come with the one rule that they listen to everything he says. He is in charge of this operation and he’s not going to let anyone undermine him on this mission.

When Jack tracked down the base of the group, he took the soldiers assigned to his mission with him and headed to the old warehouse as he muttered to himself about the cliché of it all. When they arrived at the warehouse, of course, there was a group of ex-soldiers waiting for them, so Jack and his team immediately came under fire and were forced into cover. Jack commanded his team with ease, his military background having never left him and orders slipped from his mouth before his brain could even catch up. He managed to advance forward and make his way into the warehouse, taking down any men who refused to back down.

When he finally fought his way through the splinter cell of rogue soldiers, he reached what he could only assume was the main operations room where the leader had chosen to hide out, a young girl tight in his grip as he held his gun towards Jack.

“You better back up there, Reacher. You don’t want anything to happen to this kid now, do you?” The leader growls, moving his gun to be placed against your temple as more tears work their way down your cheeks as you squirm to try and get out of the man’s iron grip.

“The kid isn’t part of this. Let her go.” Jack says, his gun trained expertly on the man standing before him. He longed to pull the trigger, to end all this mess right here and now but he held his itchy trigger finger back. He knew he couldn’t fire his weapon now, not in front of a young child.

“If I let the kid go, you’ll just kill me. I’m not that stupid.” The leader snaps angrily, the barrel of the gun digging further into your temple with each word that leaves his mouth and Jack quickly begins to figure out a solution.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to put my gun down and you’re going to let the kid go. I won’t try anything. In fact, I’ll let you go.” Jack bargains, beginning to lower his weapon, crouching down and placing his gun on the floor before holding his hands up in surrender.

“I heard your men out there, they’ll kill me.” The man then says, his anger never diminishing.

“They’re only out the front of the warehouse, I never thought to send anyone around the back, so you have a free escape if you go now. Just let the kid go.” Jack says, slowly straightening up and loosely gesturing to the door behind the leader. He remained silent for a moment, eyes flicking between the door and Jack, watching warily to see if he’d dive for his weapon. Keeping his gun trained on your temple, the leader begins to back away towards the door, moving the gun away from your temple momentarily to open the door before returning it to where it was against the side of your head, ignoring the slight whimper that left your lips as the gun digs into your temple again. The man glances between Jack and his doorway to freedom before harshly shoving you to the floor and exiting the warehouse, slamming the door behind him. Jack picked up his gun and made his way over to you, helping you get to your feet, and you immediately clung to his leg, taking him aback slightly. As you clung to his leg, Jack heard a singular gunshot ring out from outside. He knew it was a good idea to bring along a sniper.

“Are you hurt, kid?” Jack then asks, reminding himself of the task at hand as he carefully detaches you from his leg and crouches down to be at your height. You didn’t respond vocally to Jack’s question, just shaking your head as more tears rolled down your cheeks. Despite you shaking your head, Jack checked you over anyway, just to be sure. Once he was satisfied that you were indeed unharmed, he looked at you once more.

“What’s your name?” Jack asks, the gentlest tone to his voice that sounded foreign even to him.

“y/n.” Came your mumbled response, throat thick with tears as you wiped at your eyes harshly.

“Hi, y/n. I’m Jack.” Jack introduces himself to you, doing his best to maintain a gentle tone to not frighten you.

“Do you know where your parents live, y/n?” He then asks, receiving another head shake from you and fighting back a sigh as he glances up as if the ceiling held all the answers. He shouldn’t have expected a young child to know their parent’s address, but it would’ve made his life a lot easier.

“I don’t have any.” You mumble, making Jack look at you curiously.

“You don’t have parents?” He asks cautiously, hoping he somehow heard you wrong but when you nod in response, he lets out a soft sigh. You couldn’t be much older than five and he felt awful that you had no parents.

“I’m going to take you someplace safe, and we’ll talk with some people I know and look at finding you a nice place to live.” Jack says finally, straightening up and immediately you cling to his hand with your small one.

“Okay, kid. I’m going to need you to close your eyes while we leave the warehouse. I won’t let you trip or fall. Promise me you’ll keep your eyes closed.” Jack instructs, looking down at you as you nod, closing your eyes and clasping your free hand over your eyes for good measure. He didn’t want you to see the blood and dead bodies he knew were on the other side of the door. True to your promise, you kept your eyes closed the whole way through the warehouse, your nose wrinkling at the overwhelming stench of iron but you kept your eyes covered the whole time until Jack told you it was okay for you to open your eyes. When you uncover your eyes and blink them open, you discover that you’re standing in front of a car and Jack opens the door for you to climb in. A soldier offers you a hand to help you climb into the car, but you shy away, your grip tightening on Jack’s hand.

“Come on, in you get.” Jack says, letting you hold his hand to climb up into the car, curling up in one of the seats as soon as you’re in the car, eyeing the other soldiers standing by the car carefully. Sensing your discomfort, Jack climbed in the other backseat to offer a familiar presence and he hadn’t anticipated you clinging to his hand once more. If it had been any other situation, Jack was sure he would’ve taken his hand right out of your grip but there was something about the way you only trusted him that made his usually icy heart melt just a little.

The journey back to the military base was short and silent and when you all got out of the car, you were immediately clinging to Jack once more as he led you into one of the offices where Jack’s arrival was expected. The moment Jack entered the room and stood in the middle of the office, you hid behind his legs, aware of all the eyes that were on you as the Colonel stood from his desk.

“Ladies, would you two take young…” The Colonel begins, gesturing loosely in your direction as he realised, he didn’t know your name.

“y/n.” Jack fills in the blank for him.

“y/n. Thank you, Reacher. Take y/n here and get her washed and a change of clothes while we discuss the operation if you, please.” The Colonel finishes, and as the two approach you, you shy away further behind Jack’s legs.

“Hey kid, you go ahead and go with them, okay? They’re just going to get you cleaned up. I’ll be here when you’re done.” Jack says down to you as your head pokes out from behind his legs, looking up at him before tentatively stepping out from behind his legs and letting the two women usher you away so Jack and the Colonel can talk. Jack goes into detail regarding the mission and how it was successful before the subject moves on to returning you to your family.

“She told me she doesn’t have any parents. I don’t know what happened to them, but it seems she’s been alone for a while.” Jack explains as the Colonel nods along to Jack’s words, brow furrowing in thought.

“Okay, I’ll call up Child Protective Services and I’m sure they’ll find a safe and stable home for her.” The Colonel states, reaching for his office phone just as Jack speaks up.

“Actually, Sir. I’d like to take care of her.” The words left his mouth with no hesitation which took the Colonel by surprise. Jack Reacher was never a man who had shown much care for those around him, but you had come along and showed a side of him no one had seen before.

“Are you sure, Reacher? With your lifestyle, she wouldn’t have a very stable life.” The Colonel says, hand hovering over the phone as he watches Jack carefully.

“I’m very sure.” Jack nods, and the Colonel mirrors his action, his hand withdrawing from the phone. Just as the Colonel backs away from the phone you come rushing back into the office, sporting new clothes and damp hair, greeting Jack happily as he crouches down to be at your level.

“I got a choice for you. The Colonel here can call some people who will help find you a nice home, or you could come with me. It’s up to you.” Jack offers up the two choices and you fall silent, eyebrows bunched up as you think.

“I wanna stay with you.” You finally state, grinning at Jack who nods, straightening up and allowing you to grab hold of his hand as he turns to look over at the Colonel.

“Thank you for your assistance, Reacher. Maybe I’ll see you again.” The Colonel says, dismissing the two of you and you leave the base, skipping happily alongside Jack. Jack takes you to grab a quick meal while telling you that you’re both going to get on a bus after and head someplace new which you were excited about. When you got to the bus station, Jack paid for the two tickets, and you boarded the bus. You immediately claimed the window seat and Jack took the aisle seat. But Jack didn’t mind one bit, being on the aisle seat meant he could protect you much easier.

When the bus first departed, you were happily whispering to Jack about how excited you were about everything but soon they were replaced with stifled yawns.

“How about you take a nap, kid? I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Jack says softly, taking his jacket off and draping it over you like a blanket as you curl into the jacket, eyes soon closing. With you soon asleep, Jack figures he should get in some sleep of his own and rests his head against the chair and lets his eyes close.

When he feels a small weight rest against his arm his eyes slowly peel open again, glancing down to see you slumped against his arm. With the corners of his mouth twitching up into the smallest of smiles, he carefully winds his arm around you, tucking you into his side as you curl further into him a sleepy smile covering your own face.

Maybe being a parent wasn’t out of his comfort zone after all.

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[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

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[bullet-prooflove]

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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[erajoie07]

Irresistible : Jack Reacher (2022) x fem reader

Warning: straight up blowjob and sex.

Italics - flashback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you, sweetheart.”

“What do you want me to do?”

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

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

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

(FIRST POV)

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

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

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

“Fuck, sweetheart,”

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

“Open,” he says

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

“Swallow it, sweetheart.”

And I did.

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

YN nods. Her underwear is drenched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My bra is missing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck~”

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

“I love you, Reacher.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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

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[lovelytsunoda]

sunday in heaven // jake "hangman" seresin

warm afternoons spent under blankets with hot drinks and paperbacks

jake’s favourite afternoons were spent with his fiancée and his dog, with hot drinks and a good book. nice and calm, different from his every day. but tell anybody that and he’d have to kill you.

pairing: jake seresin x fiancee reader

author's note: i bet this man is the biggest jack reacher fan on the goddamn planet. he will lie to your face about his book collection and then go home and stay up until 5am because 'babe, reacher's about to beat up like eight dudes and then fling one of them out a helicopter.'

"babe, the package is here!"

jake's shout echoes around the small house as he parades into the living room, shaking the amazon box in his hands. their dachshund, roxy, follows behind him, entranced by the cardboard box.

y/n stopped what she was doing, drying her hands off on the dish towel before turning to her fiancee with a giddy look on her face.

"what are you waiting for? let's open it!"

“hold your horses, sweet thing.” jake crooned, placing the box on the kitchen island before sitting down on the barstool, hefting roxy into his arms.

that was the first major misconception about lieutenant jake seresin. everyone who met him assumed he was a german shepherd kind of man, a golden retriever at the least. a large, energetic guard dog. but roxy was the most spoilt little dog in all of fightertown. he loved that dog more than he loved his truck, which was saying something.

roxy sat in his lap, standing up on her hind legs as she licked at his face, his fingers scratching behind her ears. y/n reached over the counter to run her hand over the dog's back a few times, before she pressed a kiss to jake’s cheek, and slipped a knife out of the block to slice the box open.

the small 'j' shaped pendant around her neck glittered as she leaned over to pull the paperbacks out of their box, a wide, giddy smile crossing her face as she flipped through the pages of the wife stalker by liv constantine, inhaling the smell of a brand new, unread book.

across the island, jake smiled at her, a lovesick expression in his eyes. they say that when you know, you know, and the first time she took him to a book store, he knew. he knew when she fangirled over emily henry and her written rom coms, and he knew when she admitted her love for the domestic thriller.

"look at this bad boy." he grinned, reaching for the smaller stack of books that he had picked out for himself, the silhouette of alan ritchson's iteration of jack reacher looking up at him from the cover of bad luck and trouble.

"this is great timing, actually. i finished fool me once while you were working late last night, and i've been waiting for something new to read." y/n giggled, dishes forgotten in the sink as she thumbed through the stack that she had ordered.

the worst thing she could have done for her bank acocunt was date someone who supported her book buying addiction, but some days, when there was a new military or action thriller on the shelves, jake was even worse than she was.

in fact, she seemed to remember waiting in line at barnes and noble for three hours just so that jake could get his hands on a copy of heat 2, based on the film starring, you guessed it, al pacino.

oh, yeah. that was the second misconception about jake seresin: he really liked to read. and he didn't just say that to placate his fiancée. he really did love a good book. he even went as far as to listen to audiobooks when he was at the gym, and had been known to stay up late when he was in the thick of a lee child novel, even if he did have to go to work in the morning.

jake had proposed with a collection of miss marple books and a pink string that had the ring on it. and for his birthday, she had bought him the latest jason bourne novel.

it seemed that the written word had quickly become their love language, a hobby she never thought she would ever share with her significant other. he was also known to read the occasional romance novel, and wasn't shy about making that known when they shared time together in the bedroom.

but if you told anybody on the dagger squad that he had even read one single novel, jake would skin you alive. he was almost mortified when mickey found jake's well-worn copy of the godfather in his locker, but this was before mickey had admitted that he had also read the cult classic.

and when rooster caught jake listening to the audiobook version of one of the original james bond books? they swore never to speak of it again.

when he first confessed this to y/n, she had laughed. not at him, per say, but because he shared the same book taste as her grandfather.

"i've got like, a hundred pages left in the night agent, but i might have to postpone that to a later date now that reacher has arrived." jake hummed, scratching roxy behind the ears, the small dog trying to sniff the three paperbacks that he held.

"you know what that means?"

"fuck yeah i do."

and that's how they found themselves curling up next to each other on the sectional sofa, two warm mugs on the coffee table (black coffee for jake, and a caramel/whipped cream hot chocolate for y/n.) and a plush blanket from coscto.

she snuggled into jake's side, absorbing his body heat as she fluffed the blanket around them. he kissed her on the forehead as she rested her head against his shoulder, glasses perched on the edge of her nose.

true to his word, jake abandoned the night agent on the side table, cracking open his new jack reacher.

this was something that irked y/n.

jake could read three or four books at a time, his attention span and mood reading tendencies sometimes meaning that it took him six months to get through a book that should have taken four days. there was no end to the dog eared paperbacks that jake would leave lying around.

"jake?" she hummed, halfway down the first page of her book as roxy jumped onto the couch, nestling in between their bodies.

"yeah, pretty girl?" he chuckled, breathing in the smell of her shampoo. the most treasured, comforting scent had had ever encountered.

"i love you."

"more than your book boyfriends?" he teased, poking her in the side.

she laughed heartily, kepping a tight grip on her paperback as she pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, trying to keep things chaste. if she even hinted at all that she wanted jake in her bed, neither of them would be starting a book that afternoon. "of course, jackass."

"i love you too, pretty girl. i can't wait to waste the rest of my sundays reading in bed with you."

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[punishereditz]

The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia

Pairing: Jack Reacher x f!reader

Warnings: 18 Plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY SUBJECTS! Mentions of murder. Mentions of trafficking. (Not detailed.) Smut. Unprotected sex. P in V. Oral. (F receiving) Dirty talk. Size kink. Praise kink. Scratching. Creampie.

AN: Reba, you are my queen

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer. 'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

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The station was silent expect for the small grunt you let out as you stretched. It was going on 11 pm, everyone had done left expect for you and Reacher. He was determined to keep working. This case was eating him alive. When a man he was stationed with years ago randomly shows up dead, he knew he had to look into it. The more he looked though, he learned just how complicated this whole thing was. The mayor. The judge. Lawyers. Officers. The preacher. All dead in a spam of a couple months. Why were all the men with high power in the town suddenly dying? He couldn't figure it out.

"Where's the files on the preacher?" Reacher asked as he stood with a soft sigh.

"Over at Scott's desk." You answered and looked back down to your papers. With a nod from Reacher, he walked across the room over to the chief's desk. Rustling through the papers before he found what he was looking for. He started to make his way back to your office, but as he walked down the hall, he came to a sudden stop. Taking a step back, he looked at the framed photo on the wall.

A picture of the mayor cutting a ribbon. Then his eyes drifted to the woman standing next to him. She looked familiar. Reacher couldn't figure out where he has seen her though. That's when his eyes moved to the background of the photo. A small child standing behind the mayor. It hit him like a ton of bricks. It was you. The child in the photo having the same scar as you that lines from your eyebrow to your hairline. You're the mayor's daughter? Reacher thought. It was all clicking in his mind. You were the one responsible for this. But... something still wasn't right. He was putting all the pieces together, but there was still a piece missing.

What was your motive? Why did you do it? Questions flooded Reacher's mind as he walked back into your office. Returning to his seat. His eyes lingering on you before he looked to the files. He didn't know what to do yet. He considered locking you in the cell right now, but he didn't have enough proof. And if you really are the one who did all this... will he be able to put you away? He's been in the town for almost a month now working with you and the station. He's grown partial to you. Captivated by you, even. There was something about you... your fierceness... your pretty eyes. It had Reacher longing. And he wasn't the only one feeling this way. You knew the second he walked into town he would be the death of you. That captivating smile and bluntness would get you into trouble. Once you got insight into how Reacher works, you knew he would figure you out. That he would know it was you.

And as you looked at him sitting across from you, you know that he knows now. It finally clicked for him. You're honestly shocked it took him this long. But now that he knows, you're not sure what to do. You thought about just telling him, but what would he do? How would he react? Would it hurt him? You couldn't stand the thought. The thought of him seeing you as a monster. You weren't sure why you cared so much about Reacher's opinion; you didn't care what anyone else thought of you. So why care about he thinks? You were hesitant and you hated it. As the night went on, neither of you said anything. But you both knew. You both thought about what to do.

Reacher tossed and turned in his hotel room. Completely restless. He was trying to find that missing piece, but he couldn't. Why? That was the question that played in his mind on repeat. He didn't know why. Why would you do it? It was starting to bother him too badly. With a sigh, he got out of bed, and he threw on his clothes. Walking out into the cold, rainy night. Walking to your house at 3 am. He didn't care how late it was or the fact that it was pouring down. He had to know. So, he marched up the steps and he banged on the door. The line between your eyebrows growing as you got out of bed and went to the door. When you opened it, the crease between your eyebrows deepened.

"Reacher? What are doing?" You slowly looked him up and down. His jeans a shade darker from the wetness, his shirt glued to him. His muscles showing through it. His hair dripping and his chin quivering. Fuck. He looked so good.

"Why did you do it?" He simply asked and you weren't the only one staring. Reacher's eyes glued to the oversized t-shirt, the outline of your nipples visible and the boxers that were barely visible. Fuck. You looked good.

"What?"

"Why did you do it?" He said more firmly.

"Did you walk here? You're going to end up sick." You moved to the side to let him in.

"Don't change the subject. Why did you do it?"

You sighed and stopped. Looking down. Not prepared for this conversation.

"I was wondering how long it was going to take you to figure it out." Now Reacher was confused.

"You knew I was going to find out?" You simply nodded and handed him a couple towels and a blanket.

"Yeah. Surprised you didn't realize sooner." You started to make a pot of coffee and Reacher hummed. Thinking.

"Why?" He asked again. You took a deep breath. Trying to prepare yourself.

"The mayor... he was my stepdad and when I was a kid... he used to do terrible things to my sister." You paused. "When I got older, I learned that half the men in town, especially my stepfather, were trafficking kids." Reacher's eyes widen as he realized.

"I tried to take it to court numerous times, but because the judge and lawyers were in on it, it didn't matter how much evidence and proof I had, they always dismissed it." Reacher nodded as he listened to you closely. It all made sense now.

"So..., that's why I did it, and I'll do it again." You broke the silence and you slide a cup of coffee over to him before you rested your hands on the counter and looked down.

Reacher took notice of it, and he stood up. Taking the quick step over to you. He gently placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up so that you would look at him. "Is there anyone left?"

"Yeah... the chief. I think he's starting to suspect it's me." You spoke softly and held back a gasp as Reacher was suddenly so close and his cold hand was still holding your chin.

"Alright. We can take care of him tomorrow." He simply said and he let go of your chin. He still stood close though.

"What?" You grew confused and he simply repeated his words.

"We'll take care of him tomorrow."

You went to speak, but nothing came out. You went to argue with him and tell him that it's none of his business and he shouldn't get deeper into this than he already is, but you knew you couldn't fight him on this. He's too stubborn. He'll help rather you like it or not, so you don't push.

Instead, your eyes travel over his body. At his still soaking wet clothes that are stuck to him. Your eyes going to his muscles and lingering there. You realized you were staring and snapped yourself out of it. "I think I might have some clothes that will fit you. You can shower and get warmed up." You leaned off of the counter and started to walk down the hall. A smirk growing on his lips as he caught you staring. His eyes going to ass as you walked away. Then he quickly followed and watched as you searched for the clothes.

Now his turn to stare. His eyes stuck on your ass. His mind wondering off, but you quickly pulled him back to reality. "Here. These should work." You held them out to him, and he accepted them with a small smile and a soft thank you. He went into the bathroom and got into the shower. The scolding water hitting him. The tension in his muscles easing. His eyes fell closed and he let the water sooth him. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at his hard cock. With a groan of frustration, he let his head fall back. His mind continuing to wonder back to you. But not because of the case. Oh no. His mind kept going back to the image of you in those boxers. The outline of your breast in that shirt. You looked absolutely gorgeous to him. He wanted to jerk those clothes right off of you, but he knew he needed to hold back his thoughts. Although he wanted to bend you over the counter, he still felt the need to stay professional.

Even after solving everything, and being able to have you now, he still feels he should keep the relationship at a businesslike level. But you? You pace around your living room wondering if you should you just go join him in the shower or not. Over the past couple weeks, you've caught yourself staring and your thoughts wrapped up in a dirty fantasy about him. And after seeing him show up at your door in the rain and handle your confession so well, you can't stop the desire that is growing stronger. You let a frustrated groan out and you walked down the hall. You went to knock on the door, but before you could, the door was being opened and you were greeted by a shirtless Reacher. That's it.

You leaned up and captured him in a deep, heated kiss full of desperation. His body quickly relaxing and his strong arms wrapping around you. Lifting you up and carrying you back to your bedroom. His tongue gently brushing against your lips as he tried to deepen the kiss as he sat you down. Grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. His hands going to your breast. Gently massaging them. He laid you down on the bed. Kissing down your neck. His lips grazzing over your breast as he kissed your stomach. Kissing each and every scar, freckle and mark he could find until he stopped at your hips. Grabbing your boxers and pulling them down.

Greeted by your wet cunt. He hummed in amusement. "This wet already?" He teased and spoke in a confident tone. Then before you could say anything, he wrapped his lips around your clit. Gently sucking on it. A sharp gasp leaving your mouth as his tongue circled around it. Your slow breaths turning into heavy pants as his tongue kept working your clit. His movements slow and gentle. Making a chill run down your spine, your back arching and your legs shaking. His mouth on your sensitive clit felt so good. He was working you like no one else has before. Bringing you a pleasure you had no idea you could feel. It had you shaking. It had you wanting more. You needed more. Despite how good it felt and how you didn't want it to end, you grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. Moving your legs off of his shoulders and pulling him up so he stands in front of you. You raised up and started to kiss his abs. Your mouth traveling down to his v line. Gently kissing him.

You gripped his sweatpants and pulled them down. When his cock was free, you had to hold back a gasp. He chuckled at the shocked expression that you couldn't hide. "Will... it fit?" You said shyly and Reacher grabbed you by the chin. Pulling you up. "You can take it." He whispered in your ear, and he laid down on the bed. Pulling you down on top him. He gently kissed you. A kiss of reassurances. He carefully rubbed his cock through your folds. Putting the head at your entrance. Then he moved his hand away. Wanting you to take this at your own time. You slowly pushed down on his cock. Gasping as your walls stretched around him.

"There you go... that's it. Good girl." Reacher groaned as he watched as your cunt slowly took all of him. His hands holding your ass. You sat there for a moment to adjust to him, then you lifted your hips. Dropping back down. He bit his lip to hold his noise back. You noticed and pulled his lip out from his teeth, and he softly whimpered. "Don't start holding back from me now." He whimpered again when he heard your dirty words and felt your walls clenching around him. His eyes going down to your breast as they bounced with your bouncing hips on his cock. Your movements getting a steady pace that makes you and Reacher breathless. Yours and his moans growing louder and louder. He couldn't help himself when he let his hands move all over your body. Moving along your sides, your breast, your neck, your hair, over your back and down to your ass.

Gripping it. Helping guide you on his cock. As he admired you, he looked up at your closed eyes. Your head back in pleasure and your hands moving up your own body and squeezing your breast. He completely lost all bit of control he had left. He put an arm around you and with a swift move, he moved your body under him. Getting on top of you. He thrusted deep into you. The breath being pulled right out of your lungs. You dug your fingers into his shoulders and a loud moan slipped from your lips. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he thrusted deeply into you. It was passionate. It was sweet. It was slow. He made each thrust into you mean something. He made sure with each thrust that you knew how he cared for you. How long he wanted this. His groans getting louder and his thrust getting harder and faster. Your walls clenching around him and your nails dragging down his back as the new speed felt sensational.

You didn't even know he could make you feel even better, but he does. Your climax was on the edge. Struggling to hold it back. His climax creeping up on him as well. The volume in his groans increasing as he felt your climax release onto him. Driving him into his climax. Filling your cunt up with his seed. The results of yours and his pleasure dripping down onto the bed. The two of taking a moment to catch your breath. Once you did though, he gave you a grin and thrusted into you again. Round after round. He made you feel the best pleasure of your entire life all into the morning. The sun setting and lighting the room. His arms wrapped around your small body. Holding you close to him before you two have to finish what you started. The reason he came into this town. The reason he was brought to you.

#Spotify #jack reacher #jack reacher x reader #jack reacher smut #reacher #reacher x reader #reacher fanfiction #reacher smut #alan ritchson #x reader #smut #smut fanfiction #fanfics #fan fiction

[lillygene]

Introductions

Prepare for trouble!

And make it double!

To protect the world from devastation!

To unite all peoples within our nation!

To denounce the evils of truth and love!

To extend our reach to the stars above!

Rat!

Cel!

Team moob_enthusiasts_316 blasts off at the speed of light!

Surrender now, or prepare to fight!

Hello hello and welcome to our blog! A quick spur-of-the-moment decision sparked the creation of this account, though we are both excited to see it through! The main focus of this account is to simply share our drabbles for whatever fandoms we may be interested in that week, and to post some of our fanfiction ideas that we never really got off the ground. At this time we are both open to most fandom writing requests, simply because we’d love to expand our horizons on that front. Below you can read about both members of this account, their interests, and some excerpts of their writing!

For starters, hello, I’m Rat! My pronouns are She/It/They, and I’m pansexual! I’ve been writing for many years now, though I've never had the confidence to actually post anything. I remember a bit over a year ago I had attempted to make a personal tumblr account, but I never went through with it. Thankfully Cel was kind enough to pressure me into this <3. On top of writing I’d love to share my current musings about the Jack Reacher books, as I’ve recently re-discovered them after a few years of not looking into them. Lee Child is a huge inspiration for me, and I hope to convey that through my semi-obnoxious posts about his books 💔.

Currently I’ve been fixating on a few pieces of media, consisting of 

Overwatch 2

Call Of Duty (Though you’ll never catch me supporting the games messages.)

Psych

The Jack Reacher book series by Lee Child

I also occasionally bounce back and forth between JJBA and WC.

Fandoms I have written for before consist of

Haikyuu

Genshin Impact (Sadly…) 

Final Fantasy

Hunter x Hunter

Bungou Stray Dogs

Fairy Tail

Marvel and DC (Also sadly)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

If You Have Any Requests, Be Sure To Check This Out!

My requests are currently open for any fandoms mentioned in both sections above! I dabble in a bit of everything,

Character(s) x Character(s)

Headcanons 

Character(s) x Reader

I’ll happily write 

Fluff

Angst

However I absolutely will not write anything bordering on pro-shipping, incest, noncon or pedophilia. Any requests containing these topics will be refused.

That’s all from me, I’ll let Cel take it away!

Hai I’m Cel! I go by any pronouns. My intro won’t be as fancy as rats because I’m a newbie. I’ve only been writing for a few months, but I’m eager to improve. I’m a sucker for women so there will probably be a lot of fem x fem, sometimes (sadly - Rat) I like to write about big giant hunks with fat boobs 😞. Lmk if there are any mistakes in my work or things that will help me improve! (>‿◠)✌

Fandoms I would write for (There could be more!) 

Dc

Overwatch 

Apex

The last of us 

Twd 

Dead or alive 

Ace attorney 

The Arcana (visual novel)

Borderlands 

Bioshock

Sally face

Resident evil

Arcane 

Death Note  

Pokémon (The beginning was my idea :)))

Requests Info

My requests are currently open for any fandoms mentioned above :)

Character x Character

Headcanons 

Character x Reader

I like to write 

Fluff

And lots of…Smut ;))

 Will not write anything bordering on pro-shipping, incest, noncon or pedophilia. Any requests containing these topics will be refused.

We hope to update this with a link to our ao3 account when it becomes approved!

#fanfiction #overwatch #character x character #headcanon #character x reader #call of duty fanfic #fluff #oneshot #final fantasy series #borderlands #haikyuu #dc fanfic #the arcana

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 11.8

Holidays

Abet and Aid Punsters Day

Aboriginal Veterans Day (Canada)

Day of Baku Metro Employees (Azerbaijan)

Days of History and Memory (Kyrgyzstan)

Feast of Pamphleteers

I Hate to Cook Day

International Day of Radiology

International Human Animal Bond Day

Intersex Day of Remembrance (Australia)

La Almudena (Madrid, Spain)

Merchant Sailing Ship Preservation Day

Moon Festival (Elder Scrolls)

National Aboriginal Veterans Day (Canada) 

National Ample Time Day

National Dunce Day

National Loneliness Awareness Day

National Parents As Teachers Day

National S.T.E.M. Day (a.k.a. National S.T.E.A.M. Day)

Octave Day of All Saints (Anglicanism)

Personal Liberty Day (Chicago celebration of Prohibition's repeal)

Pohnpei Constitution Day (Micronesia)

Rorschach Test Day

Shakespeare Authorship Mystery Day

World Pianist Day

World Radiography Day (a.k.a. X-Ray Discovery Day)

World Town Planning Day

World Urbanism Day

X-Ray Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cook Something Bold and Pungent Day

Harvey Wallbanger Day

National Cappuccino Day

National Pupusa Day (El Salvador)

Try a New Recipe Day

2nd Tuesday in November

Election Day (US) [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

National Young Readers' Day [2nd Tuesday]

Skeptics Day International [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

Independence Days

Montana Statehood Day (#41; 1889)

Feast Days

Appreciate Your Loved Ones Day (Pastafarian)

Big Bird’s Daddy (Muppetism)

Elizabeth of the Trinity (Roman Catholic Church; Blessed)

Feast of the Mania (Ancient Rome)

Festival of the Mania (Ancient Rome)

Four Crowned Brothers (Christian; Martyrs)

Full Moon [11th of the Year] (a.k.a. ... 

Beaver Moon (Amer. Indian, Colonial, Traditional)

Dark Moon (Celtic, North America)

Digging Moon (Traditional)

Flower Moon (South Africa)

Freezing Moon (Alternate)

Frost Moon (Alternate)

Hunter’s Moon (North America)

Ill Full Moon Poya Day (Sri Lanka)

Loy Krathong (Floating of the Lamps Festival; Thailand)

Palden Lhama Festival (Tibet)

Rutting Moon (Traditional)

Sassafras Moon (Choctaw)

Snow Moon (England, Wicca)

Southern Hemisphere: Corn, Flower, Hare, Milk

Tazaugmone (a.k.a. Thasaung Mong; Festival of Lights; Myanmar)

That Luang Festival (Theravada Buddhism; Laos) 

Trading Moon (Cherokee)

Tree Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Whitefish Moon (Traditional)

White Moon (China)

Godfrey of Amiens (Christian; Saint)

Isabella of Castille (Positivist; Saint)

Johann von Staupitz (Lutheran)

John Duns Scotus, Blessed (Christian; Saint)

Mae West Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Mania Festival (Old Roman)

Saints and Martyrs of England (Church of England)

Synaxis of the Archangel Michael and the other Bodiless Powers of Heaven (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Tysilio (Christian; Saint)

Willehad of Bremen (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Ace of Spades, by Motörhead (Album; 1980)

Days of Our Lives (TV Soap Opera; 1965)

8 Mile (Film; 2002)

Everybody’s Talking’, recorded by Harry Nilsson (Song; 1967)

The Goodies (UK TV Series; 1970)

Jailhouse Rock (Film; 1957) [Elvis Presley #3]

Led Zeppelin IV, by Led Zeppelin (Album; 1971)

Midway (Film; 2019)

Night School, 21st Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2016)

Sacred Arias, by Andrea Bocelli (Album; 1999)

Sheer Heart Attack, by Queen (Album; 1974)

Stairway to Heaven, by Led Zeppelin (Song; 1971)

Surfing’, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1961)

Thor: The Dark World (Film; 2013)

Today’s Name Days

Gottfried (Austria)

Angel, Gavrail, Gavril, Mihaela, Mihail, Ognyan, Ognyana, Plamen, Plamena, Rada, Radka, Radko, Rafail, Raia, Raika, Raina, Rangel (Bulgaria)

Bogdan, Bogoljub, Gracija, Gracijan (Croatia)

Bohumír (Czech Republic)

Cladius (Denmark)

Nele, Nella, Nelli (Estonia)

Aatos (Finland)

Dora, Geoffroy (France)

Gottfried, Karina, Willehad (Germany)

Angela, Angelos, Gavriel, Michalis, Stamatis, Stamos, Taxiarchis (Greece)

Zsombor (Hungary)

Goffredo (Italy)

Agra, Aleksandra, Sandors, Sandra (Latvia)

Domantė, Gotfridas, Severinas, Svirbutas (Lithuania)

Ingvild, Yngvild (Norway)

Dymitr, Godfryd, Gotfryd, Hadrian, Klaudiusz, Sędziwoj, Sewer, Sewerian, Seweryn, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz, Wiktoryn (Poland)

Bohumír (Slovakia)

Godofredo, Segundo (Spain)

Vendela (Sweden)

Michael, Michaelina, Raphael (Ukraine)

Geoff, Geoffrey, Jeff, Jefferson, Jeffery, Jeffrey, Mercer, Montana (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 312 of 2022; 53 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 45 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 11 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 15 (Yi-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 14 Cheshvan 5783

Islamic: 13 Rabi II 1444

J Cal: 12 Mir; Foursday [12 of 30]

Julian: 26 October 2022

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 4 Frederic (12th Month) [Isabella of Castille]

Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 14 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 47 of 90)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 17 of 31)

#Holidays

[brookston]

Holidays 11.8

Holidays

Abet and Aid Punsters Day

Aboriginal Veterans Day (Canada)

Day of Baku Metro Employees (Azerbaijan)

Days of History and Memory (Kyrgyzstan)

Feast of Pamphleteers

I Hate to Cook Day

International Day of Radiology

International Human Animal Bond Day

Intersex Day of Remembrance (Australia)

La Almudena (Madrid, Spain)

Merchant Sailing Ship Preservation Day

Moon Festival (Elder Scrolls)

National Aboriginal Veterans Day (Canada) 

National Ample Time Day

National Dunce Day

National Loneliness Awareness Day

National Parents As Teachers Day

National S.T.E.M. Day (a.k.a. National S.T.E.A.M. Day)

Octave Day of All Saints (Anglicanism)

Personal Liberty Day (Chicago celebration of Prohibition's repeal)

Pohnpei Constitution Day (Micronesia)

Rorschach Test Day

Shakespeare Authorship Mystery Day

World Pianist Day

World Radiography Day (a.k.a. X-Ray Discovery Day)

World Town Planning Day

World Urbanism Day

X-Ray Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cook Something Bold and Pungent Day

Harvey Wallbanger Day

National Cappuccino Day

National Pupusa Day (El Salvador)

Try a New Recipe Day

2nd Tuesday in November

Election Day (US) [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

National Young Readers' Day [2nd Tuesday]

Skeptics Day International [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

Independence Days

Montana Statehood Day (#41; 1889)

Feast Days

Appreciate Your Loved Ones Day (Pastafarian)

Big Bird’s Daddy (Muppetism)

Elizabeth of the Trinity (Roman Catholic Church; Blessed)

Feast of the Mania (Ancient Rome)

Festival of the Mania (Ancient Rome)

Four Crowned Brothers (Christian; Martyrs)

Full Moon [11th of the Year] (a.k.a. ... 

Beaver Moon (Amer. Indian, Colonial, Traditional)

Dark Moon (Celtic, North America)

Digging Moon (Traditional)

Flower Moon (South Africa)

Freezing Moon (Alternate)

Frost Moon (Alternate)

Hunter’s Moon (North America)

Ill Full Moon Poya Day (Sri Lanka)

Loy Krathong (Floating of the Lamps Festival; Thailand)

Palden Lhama Festival (Tibet)

Rutting Moon (Traditional)

Sassafras Moon (Choctaw)

Snow Moon (England, Wicca)

Southern Hemisphere: Corn, Flower, Hare, Milk

Tazaugmone (a.k.a. Thasaung Mong; Festival of Lights; Myanmar)

That Luang Festival (Theravada Buddhism; Laos) 

Trading Moon (Cherokee)

Tree Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Whitefish Moon (Traditional)

White Moon (China)

Godfrey of Amiens (Christian; Saint)

Isabella of Castille (Positivist; Saint)

Johann von Staupitz (Lutheran)

John Duns Scotus, Blessed (Christian; Saint)

Mae West Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Mania Festival (Old Roman)

Saints and Martyrs of England (Church of England)

Synaxis of the Archangel Michael and the other Bodiless Powers of Heaven (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Tysilio (Christian; Saint)

Willehad of Bremen (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Ace of Spades, by Motörhead (Album; 1980)

Days of Our Lives (TV Soap Opera; 1965)

8 Mile (Film; 2002)

Everybody’s Talking’, recorded by Harry Nilsson (Song; 1967)

The Goodies (UK TV Series; 1970)

Jailhouse Rock (Film; 1957) [Elvis Presley #3]

Led Zeppelin IV, by Led Zeppelin (Album; 1971)

Midway (Film; 2019)

Night School, 21st Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2016)

Sacred Arias, by Andrea Bocelli (Album; 1999)

Sheer Heart Attack, by Queen (Album; 1974)

Stairway to Heaven, by Led Zeppelin (Song; 1971)

Surfing’, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1961)

Thor: The Dark World (Film; 2013)

Today’s Name Days

Gottfried (Austria)

Angel, Gavrail, Gavril, Mihaela, Mihail, Ognyan, Ognyana, Plamen, Plamena, Rada, Radka, Radko, Rafail, Raia, Raika, Raina, Rangel (Bulgaria)

Bogdan, Bogoljub, Gracija, Gracijan (Croatia)

Bohumír (Czech Republic)

Cladius (Denmark)

Nele, Nella, Nelli (Estonia)

Aatos (Finland)

Dora, Geoffroy (France)

Gottfried, Karina, Willehad (Germany)

Angela, Angelos, Gavriel, Michalis, Stamatis, Stamos, Taxiarchis (Greece)

Zsombor (Hungary)

Goffredo (Italy)

Agra, Aleksandra, Sandors, Sandra (Latvia)

Domantė, Gotfridas, Severinas, Svirbutas (Lithuania)

Ingvild, Yngvild (Norway)

Dymitr, Godfryd, Gotfryd, Hadrian, Klaudiusz, Sędziwoj, Sewer, Sewerian, Seweryn, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz, Wiktoryn (Poland)

Bohumír (Slovakia)

Godofredo, Segundo (Spain)

Vendela (Sweden)

Michael, Michaelina, Raphael (Ukraine)

Geoff, Geoffrey, Jeff, Jefferson, Jeffery, Jeffrey, Mercer, Montana (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 312 of 2022; 53 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 45 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 11 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 15 (Yi-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 14 Cheshvan 5783

Islamic: 13 Rabi II 1444

J Cal: 12 Mir; Foursday [12 of 30]

Julian: 26 October 2022

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 4 Frederic (12th Month) [Isabella of Castille]

Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 14 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 47 of 90)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 17 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Baby Making

Baby Making  

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT +18, talk of anxiety, swearing, nursing genital facts (this was my last unit in my Anat and Physiology class, so I wanted to write some), swear words, other words for genitals, and fluff

Do not read this and get me in trouble if you're under 18

A/N: This is the second of two works I have for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker for their Whatever It Takes writing challenge. Both of them are separate from one another.

#sophsandcoraswc

Summary: Baby making sex is enjoyable, as long as your anxiety doesn’t get in the way.

AN: I've never had sex, so sorry for my terrible smut writing. I also had no idea how to start this and I kinda got carried away. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Requests are open and Messages are open if you want to chat. The gif is from google, so credit goes to the person who made that. 

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Italics = thoughts

Smut prompt:

4. “Let’s make a baby.”

Word count: 2,611 Wow

You didn't know where the tradition to lose your virginity on your wedding night came from, but you definitely weren't following it. You were still a virgin, but you didn't want your first time to involve alcohol. You wanted to remember every second of it. How it felt to be aroused and connected in the most intimate way possible with the love of your life.

The problem is your stupid anxiety. Even as a married adult with a successful career of her own you get shy around others. Yes, you might stare at your shirtless hunk of a husband from a distance, but you get hot and flustered when he comes near you and you can't look him in the eye. Do you do it out of respect? You're not sure, but if you can't look at your husband shirtless, how will you ever be able to see him naked, much less him see you naked.

The honeymoon came and went. After sightseeing and dinner, you both would be exhausted at the end of the day that you would just cuddle and go to sleep.

The topic didn't come up until a double date with Tom's parents a few weeks later. Grandchildren were something they wanted and you wanted too. You just didn't know how to bring up the topic without your anxiety getting in the way.

It was another Thursday movie night when you were cuddled into Tom side with your head resting against his shoulder.  His arm laid on your right shoulder while the pads of his thumb rubbed circles and Jack Reacher kicked ass on the TV.

You could feel his eyes taking glances at you while his fingers drifted lower down your arm. His hand then left your arm and rested on your hip while his fingers played with the waistband of your pajama pants. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

In a fit of confidence, you kissed the point where his neck and sharp-ass jawbone met. He immediately turned his head to where your lips met. You immediately deepened the kiss hoping it would do all the talking for you. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, as Tom pulled away and look at you with those caramel brownie eyes that you fell in love with.

"What's this all about?"

In one swift motion, you turned off the TV and straddled his lap. His hands went from your hip to resting on your upper thighs still caressing circles with his thumbs.

"As much as I wanted to finish watching that, I have to get this out of me before this wave of confidence disappears." Tom's head turned to the side much like Tessa's when she's studying something. "I want kids, you want kids, and I want to carry your kids. That's not a mystery. I'm just nervous to start sex because I'm scared you'll look at me differently because of my inexperience. Also, the fact that my nursing brain just spouts random fact and I might ruin the moment and you'll-."

He cut you off with a sweet kiss that neither of you deepened. It was your turn to look confused when he pulled away this time. "I love when you ramble about what's on your mind." This coaxed a shy smile across your face while not making eye contact. That's when his hand left your thigh and went under your chin so you could meet his gaze. "Darling." You silently loved it when he called you that. "I did not ask you out for sex. I did not make you my girlfriend, fiánce, or Wife because of sex. I fell in love with the nerdy small city girl with a sunny spirit, a caring heart, and the cutest piggy-snort laugh. That's who I married, so you have nothing to be nervous about; I would love to see you pregnant with my child. Whenever you're ready, obviously because you'll be carrying them."

That brought a toothy grin to your face. You gently pressed your lips to his in the sweetest love-filled kiss possible. Until you stuck your tongue out and rubbed it against his lips. He then took the lead in deepening the kiss as his hands went back to your hips. Your hands held his shoulders as you started to grind you core against his.

"If you keep doing that darling *kiss* this is not going to last long. *kiss* and I want to make *kiss* your first time romantic."

"Okay. *kiss* Let’s make a baby. Bedroom then..." That's the moment when he turned you on his lap and swept you up bridal style and carried you to your room.

"Thank goodness Tessa's not awake. Otherwise, she would want to come in with us."

"Haha. Yeah. She always wants to be near us."

Tom then kicked the door closed with his heal and set you on the bed as his lips went back to yours. Your mouths molded together like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together after being separated for so long. "We'll go slow. If you're uncomfortable with anything, please tell me. And don't be afraid to say if you want something." His kisses started moving lower down your neck. Taking his time to suck on your pulse point. This sent ripples of arousal through you like electricity making you hyper-aware of everything your husband was doing.

You pushed your back off the bed to pull your t-shirt over your head. Your bra now on full display with all its lace detailing. Tom went back to kissing your clavicle slowly moving down your chest to the lowest point of your bra. He expertly reached one hand back and undid the clasp. You tossed it to the side as the cold air made your nipped stick up and goosebumps form on your skin. Tom kissed his way down the valley between your busts and massaged one of your nipples with his tongue while his hand went to your right breast.

Your skin was littered with goosebumps by the time he made his way to your rib cage. His hands caressed further down than his lips. He blew bubbles on your belly button, which made you giggle. His hands went to the waistband of your pajamas and his eyes stared at yours as if asking permission. You lifted your hips off the bed to help him as he slowly pulled your pajamas off and your underwear along with them. His hands slowly went back up your legs making goosebumps appear again. Your knees were in the air as his chin sat on your knees. His hands were caressing your thighs as he took in all there was to see.

You pushed your back off the bed and reached to the back of his neck to grab his t-shirt. You pulled it over his head and his arms followed suit. He sat up and you let your eyes rake over his bare chest. His muscles weren't as defined as they had been, but you didn't care. As long as he kept himself healthy, loved you, and worked hard, that was all you could as for.

"You know it's impolite to stare." That cheeky grin was what you lived for.

"Well, I'm staring at a gorgeous specimen with the cutest smile above me. I can't help it." He kissed your knees at that. "Also guys have nipples because they develop in the womb before the sex gene decides if it's a boy or girl."

"I love when you talk nerdy. *kiss* You're beautiful. Let's get you comfortable."

He then sat me up with some pillows so I could still lay back and relax, but see what he was doing. He then pried your legs open and nestled his clothed crotch in between them. His sweatpants not doing much to hide the bulge underneath them. Kisses made their way from your lips back down to your heat and you knew he was just teasing you at this point. Small whimpers escaped you until his face was at your vagina. His lips were wrapped around your clitoris and shock waves were paralyzing your legs. He kept going with his fingers teasing your entrance until you felt a million butterflies in your lower abdomen. This feeling was new and wonderful that if left you breathless and very wet apparently.

"You feel good for your first orgasm?"

"First orgasm with someone else." You corrected him.  "And it felt good." You hoped he couldn't tell you were still slightly nervous about what was to come.

"Well let's continue, because it's going to get a lot better." He sat up so he was sitting on his knees and pulled you up with him. You kissed from his neck down his chest making sure to try not to leave marks, since he had to be shirtless more than you. You wanted to find his weak spot. The place that would get a moan out of him before you got lower than his belly button. You sucked on his nipples as your hands caressed his sides and that did the trick. Outlining his rib cage with your tongue you made your way lower on his chest.

His member making their presence known. You kissed his V-line that was poking out of his sweatpants, which brought another moan out of him. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and gave Tom one last look that hopefully told him how nervous you still were. He kissed you sweetly on the lips giving you the reassurance you needed. He lifted up his hips and you pulled his sweatpants down to his knees.

Of course he wouldn't wear boxers underneath. What guy does?

His member came up slapping him against the chest as it stood at attention. Precum was leaking from the head as Tom kicked his boxers off the rest of the way and tossed them somewhere in the room. He could tell you were still nervous by the way your hands stayed on his thighs and didn't dare to move. You were more nervous about how he was going to fit in you. He was seven inches at least and you knew it would hurt at first, judging by how thick he was getting.

"Why don't you label me?" This confused you greatly.

"What?"

"You said reproduction was part of your Anatomy and Physiology class. So, tell me what you remember."

With your hand still ghosting over his member, you closed your eyes for a second to recall what you knew. "Well, when you're aroused. Sixty times the normal amount rushes to your genitals."

Your hand leaned down and cupped his balls as Tom bit his lip because a moan was threatening to interrupt you. "Sperm kept in your balls has to be two and a half to three degrees Celsius colder than body temperature." You rubbed the skin of his balls up to the base of his cock. "The sperm mature at the base of the Epididymis, and travel through the Vas Deferens until they get to the seminal vesicle." You gripped the base of his member and watched his face contort in pleasure. "From there out it's semen." You pulled your hand toward his head and back, slowly jerking him off. "The prostate gland stops urine from going through since you only have one urethra." Your thumb came back to his head and spread the precum that was leaking. "The precum comes from the bulbourethral or Cowper gland to neutralize the acid from the urine in the urethra, and -." You were cut off by his lips meeting yours again.

"If you keep being smart and sexy like that, I'm going to cum before I even get inside you."

You smiled at his statement seeing how much of an effect you had on him. You laid on your back and pulled Tom down with you while deepening the kiss. You opened your legs for him as he rested on his elbows boxed around your head. One hand reached down to line himself up while his other arm kept his balance.

"It may hurt a bit at first, but it will feel better. Just tell me if you want to stop."

"Okay."

You could feel his head spreading your wetness to your clit, which made your twitch again in pleasure. His head parted your folds and slowly sank into your pussy until it was completely soaked in your wetness. It did hurt, and considering how big Tom looked you were expecting it to hurt more. But you felt this feeling of fullness and connection felling him inside you this way.

You looked down and all you could see was the base of his cock and his balls, but you could feel the rest of him inside you. This made you wetter as an idea came to mind. You clenched your pelvic muscles and that got another moan out of him. "That feel good? Being nothing between you and me."

"Ahh. You are going to be the death of me." That signature grin enchanted you under his spell again and you were all his. He slowly started to thrust in and out of you in shallow motions, hitting pleasure placed that you didn't know your body had.

"Tom. Faster. Please." Tom apparently had a praise kink, because those words sent him into full overdrive. His hand was circling your clit as he pounded into you. You moaned each other's names as the bed creaked under the constant weight shift. Your wet bodies making the only noise in the room as all the other moans were swallowed when Tom returned his lips to yours.

Your orgasm hit you like a train. Hard and unexpected. You clenched around Tom as you felt his cock twitch before stilling deep inside of you, shooting streams of his cum as deep as they would go. You hissed at the slight burning you felt as his cum coated your walls. Definitely stickier than you thought, but this was the fun part of baby making.

Your breathing evened out as the sweat on both of your bodies began to cool.

Tom lifted himself on to his elbows keeping himself inside you. His hand came up and caressed the apples of your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs as you lazily kissed.

"Can you help me clean up? I have to pee."

He pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to help you clean up. All you could feel was sweat sticking to your skin and his cum dripping out of your vagina. He returned with a washcloth and you held it between your legs as you rushed to the bathroom.

You returned to see the bed made and Tom sitting with his back to the headboard. "It kind of ruined the moment. But I've always wondered why women have to pee after sex."

"It's more to prevent Urinary Tract Infections. Women have a shorter urethra than men, so it's more likely for vaginal fluid to get in there. It's not impossible for men to get UTIs, it's just unlikely." You snuggled under the blankets with Tom being the big spoon. Your hands intertwined as his thumps caressed your stomach.

"You're going to be the best Mum someday."

"And you're going to be the best Dad." You turned to face him and plant a sweet loving kiss on his plump lips."But if it ends up being twins, I'm going to blame Sam and Harry." Giggles filled the room as this ended your first night of lovemaking as you waited for a miracle to happen that would change your lives for the better.

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Merry Christmas

Pairing - Jack Reacher x child!reader

Word count - 1,075

Warnings - none just Christmas fluff

Summary - it's your first Christmas with Jack and he decides to do just a little something to make the day special

A/N - okay so you know how I said I wasn't going to make a full fic...? so that turned out to be a fucking lie. I mean this isn't a massively long fic or anything I just saw the ask and couldn't stop writing so here we are y'know? everyone needs a bit of Little Reacher for the soul. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!! (also happy holidays to you all!)

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25th December might as well have been an ordinary day to Jack Reacher. He hadn't celebrated Christmas in years. It had not been top of his priority list for a very long time.

Except now he had a kid.

Growing up, you had clearly not learnt about the holiday as you had questioned Jack on why bright sparkly lights were hanging outside houses and decorations everywhere. Jack couldn't find it within his heart to deprive you of something like Christmas, even with as little as he engaged with it.

When it came to Christmas Eve, Jack had come to a final decision. He wasn't going to travel tomorrow, he'd instead dedicate the day to spending time with you and celebrating at least a little. And as he made the choice not to travel, he knew he had to get you at least a little something to celebrate the day.

"Okay, y/n, we're going to go out for a little walk so I need you to stick by me the whole time, got that?" Jack asks, tugging on his jacket as he unhooks your coat and holds it open, patiently waiting for you to ease yourself into the coat before you turn to face him, smiling up at him and nodding.

"Okay." You reply, taking Jack's outstretched hand and letting him lead you out of the motel room.

Jack silently hated himself for waiting until Christmas Eve to look for something to buy you, so many people were rushing around like headless chickens trying to buy their last-minute presents without any regard for the people around them. Jack ended up just scooping you up and sitting you on his hip to protect you from any flailing hands or bags. He even made sure to send a few glares in the direction of people who barged his shoulder. Eventually, after glancing in multiple shop windows, Jack's eyes fell onto something that would be the perfect Christmas gift for you.

It was a small stuffed dog, with brown and white patches decorating it. And the toy itself could be no bigger than the size of Jack's palm.

"I just want to have a look in this shop, kid. I promise we'll be quick." Jack says to you, entering the store and then placing you down on the floor once he deems it safe enough. It was quieter in this shop than it was out on the streets. Jack grabbed a basket, grateful it didn't have any way for you to catch a glimpse of the toy when he grabbed it. He slowly made his way towards where the toy was and just before he reached it he turned to face you.

"Hey, y/n, could you grab me that book from over there?" Jack asks, pointing out a book on a stand. a small smile tugs at his lips as you nod, immediately turning to go and grab the book. The second your back was turned Jack grabbed the small plush dog and put it in the basket, concealed from your line of sight. Just in time as you turned around with the book in hand, bringing it over to him.

"This book?" You question, holding the book out towards Jack as he takes it from your hands carefully, flipping it over and acting as if he were reading the blurb.

"I must've mistaken it for a different book. Let's put it back and then pay for something and then we can head back. I know it's getting a bit late." Jack says, guilt tugging at his heart as he sees you attempt to hide a yawn. Jack puts the book back where you got it and leads you to the checkout where he makes sure to distract you while the cashier scans the item and bags it up before he pays for it.

"What's in there?" You ask curiously as Jack takes the bag from the cashier, thanking them as he grabs your hand with his spare one before leading you out of the shop.

"That's for you to find out tomorrow." Jack says as he re-enters the busy street, immediately navigating through the seas of people.

By the time you both made it back to the motel, Jack could tell you were just about ready to crash. He got you out of your coat and shoes and into your pyjamas as quickly as possible before getting you into bed. You barely had time to mumble a goodnight to him before you fell asleep, but Jack didn't mind. Jack instead whispered a goodnight of his own to you before getting into his own bed and slowly falling asleep.

The next morning, Jack woke up to see you still sleeping. When he glanced over at the motel clock he saw it displaying six in the morning. He let out a small sigh as he sat up and stretched, figuring he should be grateful he doesn't have a kid who gets so excited about Christmas that they're up at four in the morning.

By the time Jack had made himself a coffee, you had begun to stir, eyes slowly blinking open as you rubbed at them.

"Morning, y/n." Jack says, his voice a little gruff from sleep.

"Good morning." You say brightly, pushing back your bed covers as Jack crosses to your bed, perching on the end of it after grabbing the bag from where he'd tucked it away under his bed.

"Since it's Christmas. I wanted to buy you a little something." Jack says as he holds the bag out towards you. He felt like he'd let you down by not giving you the big Christmas you deserved with family, gifts and a big dinner, but all those negative thoughts melted away when he saw your face light up at the sight of the small plush dog, immediately pulling it out of the bag and holding it to your chest.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You say enthusiastically, hugging the toy as close as you can, pressing small kisses to the top of the dog's head.

"You're welcome, y/n. You deserved something." Jack says as you look up at him, placing the small toy by your side before clambering into Jack's lap, both of you smiling as he wraps his arms around you.

"Merry Christmas y/n." Jack mutters as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Merry Christmas, daddy."

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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.

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Jack Reacher Masterlist

Not What I Expected - You aren't what Reacher expected.

The Last Time (NSFW) - Jack makes love to you for the last time.

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