#reacher x plus sized reader

[frudoo]

Jack Reacher is a munch.

Warnings: Kinda dub-con? Jerking off, cunnilingus, squirting. Fem!Reader is fat.

“I need you.”

     The back door slams and startles you out of your book-entranced state. Appearing before you is your heaving boyfriend, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and a deep blush riddled across his skin. One large hand tosses aside your book, uncaring of the way you whine.

     “You made me lose my place!” You frown, giving the side of his head a light smack.

     “You’ll find it again,” Jack rudely rips the cozy blanket off of your body and groans loudly when he sees that you’re only wearing his old shirt and a pair of panties. “That’s my girl. Never make me wait, do you?” 

     “What are you- oh,” your eyes widen as you watch your hulking man drop to his knees, instantly attaching his teeth to the supple flesh of your inner thigh. 

     “Take ‘em off,” he demands, snapping the elastic band of your panties. 

     “Ow!” You pout, lifting your hips and shimmying the thin fabric down your legs, off of your body.

     Jack grabs your thighs and places them over his broad shoulders, shoving his nose into your crotch and moaning crudely. 

     “Needed this pussy all damn day,” he murmurs into your skin, inhaling deeper with every breath. “Did she miss me, baby?”

     “Jack-”

     “Could practically hear her calling my name,” he interrupts, spreading your labia open with his thumbs and leaning back just to spit a glob of saliva onto your waiting entrance. 

     His hot breath ghosts across your hardening clit and you shiver, gripping the edge of the couch cushion to ground yourself. A kiss to your sensitive bud turns into two before his tongue licks a fat stripe through your folds. 

     “F-fuck, Jack,” you gasp, whimpering softly.

     “Mhm?” He mouths at your pussy with a cocky hum, hazel eyes flicking up to yours. 

     Everything feels blazing hot—overwhelmingly so. It’s easy to liken your body to molten lava, fluid and just about to burn a hole right through the couch. His tongue is relentless, lapping at your cunt like it’s all he’s good for. If you told him exactly that, you get the feeling he’d agree and beg you to put him in his place, keep him reminded of his role. 

     “Taste so fucking good,” Jack moans, fingertips gripping the fat of your thigh so tightly they dimple the flesh. 

     One hand leaves your leg and slips out of sight, but the unmistakable purr of his pants unzipping clues you in as to where it went. His body jerks and his brows furrow as he fumbles around for a moment, grunting with relief as he finally gets his hand around his aching cock. 

     “W-wait, if you’re gonna fuck me, I need… need your fingers,” you breathe, yelping as your boyfriend playfully nips at your clit. 

     “Not fuckin’ you,” he soothes the ache with a slow swirl of his tongue. “Just need this pretty pussy to melt in my mouth.” 

     The shlick, shlick, shlick of Jack fisting his cock blends into the wet noises of his tongue slipping through your cunt, a lewd melody that makes your head fuzzy and your belly twist with dizzying pleasure.

     “C’mon, baby, grind on my face,” he encourages, growling with delight when you comply. “Mhm, mhm, just like that.” 

     His nose glides over your clit as he hungrily thrusts his tongue deep inside of your weeping hole. His light eyes are half-lidded and glazed over, staring at the way your soft tummy jiggles every time you jerk when he nuzzles against a particularly sensitive spot. You’re ethereal like this, Jack thinks, with one trembling hand gripping his hair tightly and the other pinching at your nipples through your shirt. His cock twitches in his hand and he whimpers as he runs his thumb through his ruddy, leaking tip. 

     “More,” Jack mutters—more to himself than to you—using his free hand to pull your leg up even higher on his shoulder.

     There isn’t one inch of his head that’s not surrounded by you, and he loves it. He can’t breathe, only lick and suck and nip and nudge with every working part of his face. If he had more hands they’d be all over you. 

     “Fuck, oh f-fuck, don’t stop,” your other hand flies to meet the one on his head and you tug at his hair roughly, shivering when he moans against your pussy at the feeling. 

     Something in him goes feral when he feels your walls pulse around his tongue. Jack flickers his eyes up to watch the way you throw your head back as you near the brink of ecstasy. He’s tugging at his dick so hard he thinks he might burn himself and he doesn’t even care. All that matters to him at this moment is swallowing down the proof of your orgasm and savoring the taste. When he gets it—the violent shake of your legs, the raw scream that rips from your throat, the uncontrollable roll of your hips and most importantly, the sweet tang of your release—he sees fucking stars. 

     His release follows quickly after, spilling through his fingers and squelching every time he thrusts into his hand again. He feels you come down from your high, tremors in your muscles so strong he can feel them rippling through your skin, and his own climax dissipates, but his mouth won’t stop. He can’t stop. He’s out of his head, out of his body, functioning only on pure desire and insatiable hunger. You push at his shoulders, whimpering in overstimulation.

     “Jack, I can’t- fuck, stop,” you plead, trying to pull away from his devilish lips and tongue. 

     Your boyfriend shakes his head and wraps both arms around your plush hips, hands squeezing the fat of your stomach almost painfully to keep you in place. It’s in times like these he loves being so big—nice, strong muscles to keep his pretty girl still and open wide for him to feast on. 

     His stubble chafes your poor skin and although he knows you’ll make him pay for it later, the sounds you’re making right now only encourage him to dive deeper, rub you red if only to make himself drown in you. Jack very well could drown here, with sweat burning at the rims of his eyes and his nose and mouth full of your slick, puffy pussy. He would die a happy man. 

     “B-baby, fuck, please, I can’t,” you wail, but Jack just digs his blunt fingernails into your soft belly and glares up at you. 

     “No,” he mutters, wrapping his swollen lips around your clit and sucking harshly before pulling away with a soft pop. “Want you to cum again, know you can.” 

     Every nerve in his body is alight, twitching with need. The cool air of the living room surrounds his semi-erect dick, making him buck his hips against the feeling. Despite the lack of friction, he’s still sensitive from his previous orgasm and every little motion gets his blood flowing and his cock growing harder once again. 

     With a few more licks to your overworked clit, the pain dissolves back into white-hot pleasure that has your thighs squeezing even tighter around the sides of your man’s head. He presses his palm into your lower belly hard, and the climax manifesting inside of you intensifies tenfold. You know what he’s doing, but there’s not a force in this lifetime or the next that could possibly give you the strength to push Jack Reacher away from your sweet cunt in this moment. He’s going to make you squirt all over him and, to your dismay, the poor living room.

     “No, no- Jack- wait, I’m gonna- gonna-!” 

     Your orgasm hits you before you can finish your sentence, and had it not been for your giant of a boyfriend holding your lower half up with his wide shoulders, you would have arched your back hard enough to slide right off of the couch. He tongues you through the high and when he finally pulls back, gasping for breath, you groan at the sight of him absolutely drenched in your cum. When you look down, you see the bottom of your beloved furniture stained with his cum, and judging by the way it’s already soaking into the fabric, there’s no way to clean it completely.. Damn him—his hands never left your body to catch his second release.

    Fuck, the man came hands-free just from eating your pussy. You’d be impressed if you weren’t so damn exhausted.

     Wordlessly, Jack tucks himself back into his pants and stands from the floor, scooping your trembling body up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom. There he tucks you in and presses the softest peck to your lips, as if he hadn’t just wrecked you with that very mouth he kisses you with. He starts to pull away but you’re quick to tug him back down.

     “Stay with me,” you whisper.

     “You don’t want me to clean the mess up front?” He chuckles, stepping back to strip himself of his dirty clothes. 

     You shake your head, snuggling up to him once he finally slips beneath the covers with you.

     “Jack?”

     “Yeah, baby?”

     “You owe me a new couch.”

[imtherain]

Don't Call Me Daddy

Heyo

Have a Reacher (from the Amazon show) fic. It's about 3k words and it's smut.

Reacher x plus sized!reader

Warnings: use of daddy (but as a joke), p in v, oral (fem receiving), mild teasing from the team, drinking, idk it's smut, nothing crazy.

Anywho

“Come on, spill,” David goaded before taking another swig of his beer. The others were chuckling along, but not pressing as hard. “Tell us how the big guy treats you,” 

“I don’t kiss and tell,” You tell him, which is only partly a lie. Truth was you hadn’t kissed Reacher yet, so there was nothing to tell.

“I’m not buying it,” David said. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other,” 

“It’s just professional,” You pressed. 

“Good, I don’t really want to think about what the boss looks like naked,” Neagly shuddered at the idea.

“I mean, you see the shirts he wears, it’s not like you couldn’t figure it out,” You teased her. She shook her head, mock disgust, and took a long drink of her beer. 

“You’re the worst,” Neagly told you, but there was no venom in it.

“What’s got you all so chatty,” Reacher asked, joining the table after his phone call outside. 

The group was in between moments in a case. Just waiting for a shoe to drop or a lead to pan out. Naturally, that meant hanging out at the pub across the street from the little motel they’d camped out in. 

Or, if you were Dixon, taking a nap to stave off a headache. But she had been avoiding hanging out too much, so you wondered if there was something else going on there.

“OD was trying to convince Y/N to tell us what you’re like in bed,” Neagly tattled instantly. Reacher’s eyebrows went up.

“Oh really?” He asked.

“I told him I don’t kiss and tell, but he’s insistent that I spill the beans,” You look up at him, hoping your want of him wasn’t as obvious to him as it felt. You knew the group was getting good at reading you though. You hadn’t worked with them long, not compared to the history the others all shared, but it felt a lot like you’d never been anywhere else. And they acted like you were one of them, which was nice except for the teasing.

“That’s not a bad policy,” Reacher took the seat next to you and picked up his beer. Casually, he put his arm across the back of your chair, acting as though it was just because it was more comfortable to be spread out in such a way.

“At least tell us if he’s good or not,” David said.

“Why do you care?” Reacher frowned.

“Gotta be sure you’re taking care of our new girl,” David dismissed Reacher’s annoyance easily.

“Sure,” Reacher rolled his eyes. “I think it’s time to change the subject,” 

“I bet she calls you “Daddy”,” David snorted. When you blushed scarlet David pointed at you while swallowing his latest swig of beer. “See! See!” 

“Fine, you caught us, we have nasty, nasty sex, and I call him “Daddy”,” You told David flatly, trying not to die from embarrassment. “Can we drop it now?” 

Your blush only deepened when Reacher’s fingers stroked your back carefully. You glanced up at him and he seemed to be asking if you were alright. He obviously knew the two of you had not had sex, so he was worried David’s teasing had hurt you in some way. God, you wished you could make him yours, but you knew better. 

Reacher liked women like Dixon. Tall, wicked smart, good at fighting, and drop dead beautiful. Long hair and perfect skin…

Thin.

You were none of those things except maybe tall, though next to Reacher you looked short. Most people looked short next to the mountain of a man, to be fair. But you were also wide, all hips and soft flesh, broad shoulders. You did have some skill with a gun, but not nearly as much as Neagly with her sniper skills. You wondered sometimes why they kept you around.

“Yeah,” David seemed to have finally read the room and let it drop.

About an hour later David was about to pass out and Neagly had to practically drag him back to his room for the night. 

“I’ll hang out with him, make sure he doesn’t die in his sleep or whatever,” Neagly said, giving Reacher a look you didn’t understand. “So you two have a nice night,” 

“Night Neals,” You said.

“Goodnight Neagly,” Reacher echoed. 

“So,” Reacher turned to you, his arm still on the back of your chair. “Want another round, or should I walk you back?” 

“What were you thinking?” You asked, trying not to dwell too much on how you’d be sharing a room with him soon. You were professional, but everyone has their limits. You just hoped there would be two beds.

The thought of his warmth beside you under the sheets made your thighs clench.

“I’m thinking I’d like to walk you back,” Reacher finished his beer in one final swig and stood. You finished your drink and followed him outside.

The hotel was just across the parking lot and the cool night air did wonders for the warmth on your face.

“Why didn’t you tell them we hadn’t had sex yet?” Reacher asked, seemingly out of nowhere. 

You ignored the ‘yet’.

“David was drunk and I knew he wouldn’t give it up, so I just let him believe what he wanted to,” You shrugged. The silence drew on a bit too long while he mulled that over.

“Should we do it, prove him right?” Reacher finally asked as he opened the door to the motel room. It was one of those rooms that never quite looked clean, but it would do for the couple of nights you and the team were staying there.

“Excuse me?” You stumbled on your tongue at the forwardness of his question.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Reacher asked, turning to look down at you. You found yourself looking at his shoes.

“I mean…” You stammered. “Sure, who wouldn’t? But you don’t have to…” His hand on your chin made the backpedal die on your tongue as he pulled your face up to look at him.

“I want to,” 

“Why would you want to?” There was no malice in the ask, just curiosity and about a million years of thinking you weren’t good enough. Of thinking no one wanted you like that.

Especially not someone like him.

Reacher had the audacity to shrug.

“Because I like you… you’ve been extremely helpful to the case, you’re funny, and I can’t stop staring at your ass in those jeans,” something hot flashed through you at his words.

“Oh,” Your face was hot again.

“I need a yes or a no,” Reacher said carefully. He moved to take a bit of your hair between his fingers to play with it for a moment.

You thought about all the reasons to run from him, to run from the situation. To hide behind old insecurities and all the reasons other men before him had given you, telling you exactly why you weren’t worth it.

“Please sweetheart, I need an answer,” Reacher’s other hand made its way to your hip and the pet name hit you square in the chest, knocking the debate right on its ass.

“Yes,” You answered finally. “Please Reacher,” You looked into his face as a grin spread across it.

Then he leaned in and kissed you.

At first it was gentle, a test, a tease. Then he got hungry and his hands got greedy, the one on your face digging into your hair and the one on your hip pulling you flush with his broad chest. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you at the feel of him.

“Just don’t call me “Daddy”,” Reacher said with a smirk.

“Aww, why not?” You teased back.

“Not my thing,” He said before reaching for the hem of your shirt. It came off easily over your head and before you could feel self conscious about the swells of your stomach, he leaned down to kiss you, moving easily to your neck to leave open mouth kisses along your shoulders. Your hands bunched up in his tshirt, pulling him closer as the sensations of his mouth rocked through you.

Reacher paused again, long enough to drop his jacket and pull his tshirt off. He kicked off his boot as his hands made short work of his pants and boxers.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you at him being so eager to be naked.

“What?” Reacher asked, standing there as though his dick wasn’t out.

“You’re very naked,” You said, face red again. He was even more gorgeous than you’d imagined he’d be. All perfect planes of muscle and golden skin. 

The kind of man people wrote stories about.

“And you’re not,” Reacher reached for your pants next, watching your face from the corner of his eye to make sure you were still ok with all this. “Let’s fix that.” 

Off came your pants and suddenly Reacher had you lifted into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep balance as he carried you to the bed.

“I knew you were strong, but who knew you were this strong?” You giggled. You hadn’t been picked up in years, and not without a lot of grunting and straining. It was nice to be manhandled without the commentary. He fell forward with you onto the bed, careful not to bury you under his own weight. 

“What? Like you’re heavy?” Reacher teased, connecting his lips to the skin along your collarbones. He made his way between the valley of your breasts until he remembered he could take your bra off.

“Well, I’m not exactly small,” 

“Neither am I,” He agreed. “So what?” 

“You’re something else,” You sighed, smirking at him while he tried to remove your bra while you were still laying on it. You adjusted so he could get to the hooks and he descended on you as soon as the fabric came free. You gasped, back arching, at the sensation of his mouth sucking hard on your nipple.

You felt Reacher chuckle against you as your hand buried itself in his hair.

“Fuck, that feels good,” You murmured as he moved to the other one. “I knew you’d be good with that mouth, Daddy,” You weren’t sure what possessed you to tease him like that, especially considering you finally had him where you wanted him, but it slipped out anyway.

Reacher pulled back to look at you, incredulous.

“Don’t call me that,” He said, serious, but no bite.

“But Daddy,” You teased again, enjoying the unimpressed look on his face. 

“I can stop,” He warned. You giggled a little but shook your head at him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny,” You told him, tugging at the hair at the base of his skull.

“If you say so,” Reacher rolled his eyes but leaned back in to kiss you. You held onto him while he moved his hips against your still clothed core, teasing a whine from your throat that he swallowed.

Reacher kissed his way down your neck and moved himself off the end of the bed.

“Where you going?” You asked, confused until he grabbed your ankles and pulled you flush with the end of the bed, casually shouldering his way under and between your legs.

“I want a taste of you,” Reacher said, reaching up to tease you through your thoroughly ruined panties. His strong fingers stroked you a few times before he pulled the offending fabric down, exposing you to him completely. 

If you weren’t lost to the sensations of Reacher kissing your inner thighs, you might have had the thought to be embarrassed by the growl he let loose when he finally got to the apex of your thighs.

You knew Reacher was good with his mouth, but damn it all if he didn’t keep proving it.

Your thighs constricted around his shoulders as his tongue mercilessly played with your clit. Just when you were about to ask him to slow down, he moved slightly so that he could lick a stripe through your folds, over and over, like a dog with his favorite bone.

“God, Reacher, I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” You tried to hold off, wanting this to last longer, but he was too dead set on pulling your first orgasm from you. He didn’t seem to notice how tightly your legs pressed in on him as your orgasm tore through you.

You tried to pull him off, fist in his hair, but he kept licking until you shuddered from the aftermath of his attentions.

“God damn, Reacher, that was… amazing,” You heaved as he finally gave you a break from his tongue. He kissed the plush of your hip, then the excess of your stomach, landing finally at the valley between your breasts, where he licked a long stripe, simply because he could.

“Want another?” Reacher asked with a lopsided grin. His hands were feeling you, rubbing up and down your hips and thighs, keeping you alight and pliant for him. 

You nodded at him, caressing his face as he nibbled on the skin closest to his mouth, making you squirm. 

“Fingers or are you ready for more?” He asked. You wanted to be surprised by his question, but it really wasn’t a surprise that he wanted to go at your pace. He’d often slowed himself down for others when the moment called for it, and you were thankful he didn’t run head first into sex with you. You weren’t sure you’d have survived it.

“Don’t make me choose,” You whined. 

“Tell me what you want,” 

“You, I want you,” You told him and he chuckled before covering your mouth with his once more. You could still taste the tang of your own release on his lips and somehow it only made you hotter.

“Yeah?” Reacher asked, sounding cocky. You nodded, kissing him again. 

Always more of a man of action, Reacher moved to flip you both so that you were on top of him. You braced yourself on his impressively toned chest, before adjusting, trying not to put too much pressure on him. He didn’t seem to notice nor care about the added weight.

Reacher had his hands on your hips, moving you against his length, teasing you both. When you moaned and began to move on your own, he lifted your hips to line himself up with your waiting heat. 

“Reacher,” you gasped out his name as he filled you all at once. Impossibly deep. He cursed under you, caught in the sensation with you.

You moved your hips again, sliding up and down the length of him without letting him escape your slick warmth. Now Reacher was a moaning mess just as much as you were, his hands tight and grasping at your hips as you squeezed around him. 

You wondered how much he could take. 

So you leaned forward enough to kiss his chest, trailing your tongue along the muscles and smooth skin. He shuddered under you but didn't protest. You kissed your way up to his neck and couldn't resist the urge to sink your teeth into him, just a little bit.

Part of you hoped it wouldn't leave a mark, since the team would surely comment, but part of you hoped it would. If it left a mark you would cherish it. 

“I'm not going to last long if you keep that up,” Reacher’s voice was thick and needy. You rocked your hips against his again and he jerked his up to meet you. 

“I think that's the point, love,” you chuckled, feeling his hot length twitch inside you at the pet name. 

“Call me that again,” he begged. You grinned. So he didn't go for “daddy” but “love” got him?

“Anything for you, love,” you purred against his throat. He groaned loudly, trying to hold himself together and failing. 

“Fuck,” he cursed again and in one easy motion had you flipped on your back again, your legs hoisted over his hips so that he had the leverage he craved to drill into you. It was your turn to groan as he pushed himself impossibly deeper, hitting parts of you that you didn't even know liked being hit. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. “I'm gonna cum again,” 

“Good,” 

Your brain cells tried to scatter but you wrangled them enough to form one last coherent thought. 

“Cum for me first, love,” you begged him and with a final groan Reacher spilled himself inside you, filling you to the brim with everything he had to give as you found your release around him.

In the high of your release you didn't realize your fingers had clawed their way across his back, landing in the meat of his arms. When you finally relaxed you felt a little bad at how deep your nails had dug. Those certainly would leave marks.

“Amazing,” Reacher mumbled as he rolled to the side, slipping from your abused center. You whined at the overstimulation but cuddled closer when he reached for you. 

“Not bad yourself, love,” you whispered back. His face broke into a dopey grin. 

“I like how that sounds,” he murmured. You reached out to caress his face as his eyes fluttered closed. 

“Better than "daddy "?” You teased. He grunted as he fought sleep. 

“Much better,” he told you. 

“Ok, “love” it is then,” you moved to kiss him gently and he returned the kiss without asking for more. 

Though you'd have given him more, given him anything, should he have asked.

[Masterlist]

[holylulusworld]

BFG masterlist

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy size kink, flirty reader, plus-sized reader, objectification of Reacher, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, sexual tension, smut, injuries, friendship

A/N: I don't write for enough fandoms so...bear with me...

BFG = Big friendly giant

Timeline Season 1

BFG (1)

BFG (2)

BFG (3)

BFG (4)

BFG (5)

BFG (6)

BFG (7)

BFG (8)

BFG (9)

BFG (10)

BFG (11)

BFG (12)

Timeline Season 2

TBA

[punishereditz]

Capable

Pairing: Jack Reacher x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! All smut, no plot. Heavy praise kink. Dirty talk. Fingering. Breast play. Size kink. Finger sucking. Marking. P in V. Unprotected sex.

AN: Did I write this after seeing the new season because after one of the scenes, I now believe he 100% talks you through it? Yes. Yes, I did.

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: After struggling with investigating a case, Reacher talks you through it

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Reacher could see the distress righten all over your face as you were hunched over the computer in desperation of finding some sort of clue for the case. Every road you went down, came to a dead end. And after so many roads, it can get frustrating. Tiring, but refusing to a take a break just yet. You needed it, but didn't allow yourself to have it. So, Reacher made the decision for you.

He stepped behind you. Towering over you. His presence very much so stronger now that he's suddenly so close. Your body couldn't help but go tense at it.

"Close the computer." It was a demand.

"What?"

"You heard me. Close. It." He growled, and slowly, you saved the work and closed the computer.

"Atta girl." Your heart nearly pounded right out of your chest. Your breath being pulled right out of your lungs when he leaned down so that his lips were even with your ear. Mere inches away.

"Take a deep breath." You did as he said. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. "That's it. Again." Another deep breath. He made you do it several more times before he whispered against your neck.

"Why did you start to stress?" His presence was intimidating, to say the least. Making you flustered and unable to find the answer he wanted. Stumbling over the words when you finally found them.

"Because I couldn't do it..."

"And what made you think you weren't capable of doing it?"

"I... the case isn't like any other I've taken."

His hand started to gently slide down your shoulder until it found the bottom of your shirt. Slowly unbuttoning it. You tried to hide your gasp.

"Why is this one different?" You couldn't think straight. Not when he had your top open and his fingers started to play with the straps of your bra. His hot breath on your neck and his lips brushing against your ear. "Answer."

"They're some of the smartest criminals... I've dealt with. They've... left no room for mistakes." Your words were a big of a mess as you were right now. His teasing touch gone as he suddenly stood up to his full height.

"Stand up." You did as he said, and he couldn't hide his grin.

"Good girl." His hands were on you again. This time, your hips. "Here's what we're gonna do. You're going to sit in my lap and I'm going to finger you until you're coming all over my hand. Then..." He pulled your shirt off. Unbuttoning your pants next and slowly pulling them down. "You're going to ride me until you understand you're capable of solving the case."

His words were a torch, and they just set you aflame and melted your brain. You were frozen in place as his rough hands gently pulled your panties down. His calloused hand grazing up your thigh and making the point of moving over the small patch of hair right above your cunt where you needed him most. But he didn't give it to you yet. Bringing his hand up torturously slow and unclasping your bra. He cupped your breast in his hands. His thumb and index finger gently twisting and toying with your nipples. The sensation making your head fall back on his muscled chest and a moan leave your lips.

"Are you ready sweetheart?" When you desperately nodded, he chuckled. Trailing kisses over your neck before he sat down in the chair. Pulling you down on his lap. You had to bite back a moan when you felt his hard cock pressed against your ass.

"Lean back and spread your legs wide." You leaned back until your back was against his chest. Head rested on his shoulder. Each leg on the arm rest. Completely exposed to him. He couldn't stop the groan from leaving his mouth at the sight. He left bite marks along your neck and smoothed each one with a kiss. One hand rested on your hip and the other moving down your body until his middle finger started to move through your folds.

"So wet and I haven't even done a thing." He mumbled against your neck, and you tried your best to suppress your moan, but it was useless. Especially when his finger found your clit and began to gently circle it. Your legs trembling and your breathing becoming desperate pants. His finger started to work faster. Making your stomach twist.

"That's it sweetheart. Let's see you take a little more." You almost shouted when he slid his finger inside you. Already stretching you. He chuckled against your neck. Curling his finger inside to hit that spot that made you tremble and get close to the edge. It was already so deliciously overwhelming, but when he added a second finger and used his thumb to circle your clit, you came undone. You moaned his name, and your entire body shook as you came on his fingers.

"Atta girl..." He praised as he helped you come down from the high. His fingers slowing to a stop. "Taste how good you did for me." When he offered his fingers to you, you happily took them. Sucking your cum off of his fingers. Allowing your eyes to close as you slowly calmed. The moment didn't last long though. He withdrew his fingers. Turning you around so that you faced him. Straddling his lap. He moved you enough so that he could pull his pants off. Falling to his feet. Pulling his shirt off with it. Now skin to skin with him. He started kissing your neck. Taking his cock in his hand and stroking it. You gasped when you saw his size.

"Like what you see?" He teased and you swallowed hard.

"Reacher... there's no way it's going to fit."

"There is a way." He mocked you. Guiding his cock along your folds. Using your arousal to wet his cock. When he pushed the head in, you gripped his arms, and you gasped. He held your hip and helped guide you.

"That's it. Fuck, you're taking my cock so well. Go ahead and take a little more for me." Now both hands on your hips, he helped you down so you could take a little more. Stopping when you whimpered. It took everything in him to not grip your hips tightly when your pussy clenched around him.

"It's... it's too much." You whimpered.

"You can take it. Go ahead. Take all of it." Reacher did all the work. You were too weak to lower yourself more, so he did it for you. Slowly... he bottomed out inside you. His cock filling and stretching you out. It was painfully pleasurable. Overwhelming good.

"Atta girl. Now... start riding me." He moved his hands away to ensure he wouldn't take control. His eyes on yours as you slowly thrusted your hips up and brought them back down. Your eyes closed and you moaned his name. Holding onto his shoulders. Once you adjusted to his size, you found your rhythm. Bouncing on his cock. Up and down. His cock throbbing inside you every time you clenched around him. Your stomach twisted and you could feel your second climax building. Reacher watched as your tits bounced in his face until he finally couldn't take it anymore.

He gripped your hips tight enough to mark and he started to thrust inside in. The sound of your skin clapping together and both of your moans filling the room. His cock twitched and his balls tighten. He had to keep it together. Just a little longer.

"Are you capable of solving the case?" He gritted through his teeth as he loudly moaned.

"Y-yes!" You shouted.

"Then be the good girl you are and cum."

As if you were at his command, your climax hit you. Harder than the first one. You soaked his cock, and Reacher couldn't hold back anymore. He harshly thrusted up into you until his cock throbbed as he filled you with his seed. Groaning loudly as he spilled every drop into you. His thrust getting lazy and slowing as you both rode off the intense orgasms. He prepped you with gentle kisses. His hand tangling in your hair.

"Do you need more convincing?"

[holylulusworld]

BFG (2)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language, violence, flirting

A/N: Please consider, that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.

Catch up here: BFG (1)

BFG masterlist

Reacher made himself scarce over the following days. If not for the missing pie in your fridge and the fixed sink, you’d believe Reacher didn’t come to your home at all.

You don’t know what kind of business he has to take care of in your sleepy town, and you don’t want to know. He’s the kind of person you don’t ask too many questions. 

“Morning,” you chirp when you walk in on Reacher wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He emptied the rest of your orange juice, drinking right out of the carton.

“Morning,” he looks at you when you pass him by to look in the fridge. “I drank your orange juice and ate the leftovers. I’ll pay you back.”

“Nah, I’m glad you ate the lasagna,” you say while poking your head inside the fridge. “It’s great to have someone around who can eat. A big man needs a lot of food.”

“Uh-thanks,” he grins as you bend a little to look for the eggs. You stick your ass out, offering a perfect view of your ass to Reacher. “I took care of the sink in the kitchen, and I’ll have a look at the heater upstairs.”

“You earned your stay already.” You place the eggs on the counter. “Do you want to have breakfast before you go? I bet you didn’t get any food last night. No wonder you had to eat the leftovers.”

“I came back late and didn’t find the time to grab food,” he dips his head to watch you grab a pan. “I wouldn’t say no to eggs.”

“How about pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” you smirk. Reacher subconsciously licks his lips. He hums and drops his eyes to the eggs. “As long as you are around, I’ll make sure you eat well. I can’t have you starving.”

He laughs. A heartfelt laughter fills the room as you join him. It’s been a while since you felt comfortable enough around a man to be just you. 

That’s why you’re single at the moment. You hate playing a role and acting like you are a different person only because a man doesn’t like your attitude or personality. 

You are who you are. Nothing less and nothing more.

“You think I’m starving?” He challenges. 

“A man must eat to stay as big and tall as you,” you point out while unashamedly looking him up and down. “Now, pancakes yes or no?”

“I won’t say no to some pancakes and eggs…and bacon. Can I help you? I’m not a great cook, but I know a few tricks.”

“I bet you do,” you coo, and smirk. This man is a force of nature, and you try to show him that you can hold up with him. “What do you have up your sleeve, Mr. Reacher?”

Cocking your head, you watch him wipe his hand on his shirt. 

“Just Reacher, mom called me that too,” he says. “And she taught me a thing or two when it comes to cooking.” He reaches for the eggs. “I can prepare the pancakes if you want me to.”

“Your mom,” you hum. “I learned baking and cooking from granny and my mom.”

“Your door needs fixing too,” he casually says while cracking the eggs. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

“Oh?” you quirk a brow. “What’s wrong with my door?”

He sighs, long and a little exasperated. “It’s not safe. Anyone could break in and steal your leftovers,” his features darken, and he squares his jaw, “or worse.”

“I got a nice baseball bat I’m burning to test on someone’s face,” you grin, but your smile fades when he shakes his head. “What? I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“I know you are not but,” he places his hand on top of yours, “there are people out there stronger than you. Maybe even stronger than me.”

You glance at Reacher. Maybe he’s not wrong. This sleepy town used to be a safe and friendly place, but things changed.

“Okay,” you agree. “This town isn’t as safe as it used to be. If you have any suggestions, tell me. I’ll buy all you’ll need.”

Reacher and you work in silence, preparing breakfast for the two of you. You glance at him from time to time, wondering about his plans for this town. He came here for a reason. You only hope he stays a little longer than a few days…

“Coffee, black,” a familiar voice barks at Sally Ann. It could’ve been a nice day, but now it’s ruined. “Chop, chop! I don’t have all day. Move your ass.”

“A good morning to you too,” you glare at the unwelcome guest. Kliner jr. - a slimy bastard you can’t stand. He believes only because his daddy has more money than his spoiled son can count that he’s better than the other people in town. “What can we bring you today?”

“Coffee, black,” his tone doesn’t change, only the way he stares at you. He cocks his head to watch you turn around to get a cup for him. “You still got that juicy ass, huh? Did anyone already fuck it? Damn, I bet—”

His voice dies, and you hear something slam onto the counter. You assume he slammed his fist down. 

You twirl around to show him the way out only to watch Reacher press Kliner Jr.’s head to the counter.

He squares his jaw and lifts his hand only to slam the bastard’s head down onto the counter again.

“No one disrespects this lady in her diner or elsewhere,” Reacher whispers in Kliner Jr.’s ear. “I want you to nod if you understood what I said.”

“Do you know who my father is?” Kliner Jr. spats. He tries to act all tough, but it takes anything in him to not wet his pants. This beast of a man holds his head pinned to the counter and he’s got no clue how to free himself. “He’ll … he’ll…”

“He will do shit boy,” you snap at Kliner Jr. “Now get out of my diner or I will let you arrest for harassment.”

“Bitch!”

Reacher grabs Kliner Jr. but his neck, ready to slam him onto the counter again. “I want you to apologize to this lady. And you better mean it.”

“Fuck you!”

“Reacher. Stop.” You shake your head. “I’d like to tell you that he got the message, but he didn’t. He’s one of these guys who need a kick in the balls to leave a woman alone. I just don’t think anything will fix the mess in his head.”

Reacher looks you straight in the eyes, silently asking you if you want him to hurt Kliner Jr. even more. “You will get out of the diner and never come back. If I hear about you harassing her again, you will wish that you were never born.”

He releases Kliner Jr. and pushes him toward the door. “You are banned from the diner. Never come back.” You yell after him.

“Your coffee tastes like sweat either way,” Kliner Jr. spats while spitting blood onto the floor. “You fucked with the wrong guy.”

“You wish,” you snap and get your baseball bat out from under the counter. “You should be thankful he took care of you, not me. Betsy my bat would’ve made sure that you’ll never have a Kliner Jr.”

“You didn’t lie about that bat,” Reacher points at the baseball bat on the counter. “I knew you were trouble.”

“I could say the same about you.” You both chuckle at your flirty banter. “How about I give you a slice of pie for your help, sweetie.”

“That pet name sticks, huh?” He plops down on his seat. “Do you want me to wipe the counter?” Reacher looks at the blood on the counter. “I can clean up.”

“You handled the bastard, I can handle a little blood,” you wink at Reacher. “What do you want? Cherry, apple, or peach.”

“You know my taste.” 

“I see you are already working on my door,” you duck under Reacher’s arm to enter your house. “You know, I wanted to pay for the things you’ll need to make it safer.”

“I got it handled,” he shrugs and goes back to work. It looks like he is trying to protect the crown jewels or something. “I bought orange juice too.”

“Well, if you are done for today,” you lean against the wall next to Reacher, “I’ll make you something for dinner.”

He looks at you and smirks. “I’d like that. I’m almost finished.”

“I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. I got a beer for you too.”

You walk toward the kitchen, swaying your hips as you feel his eyes on you.

Smiling to yourself you decide to not let this man slip through your fingers.

Part 3

BFG Tags

@xxyaoi-nationxx, @lovestoreadfiction, @glambyk, @sonicthehedgedoggo, @thewitchesofart, @emily-roberts, @littlelearningbrat, @mcira

[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

~

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.

[minervadashwood]

this continues to be adorable and cozy. lovely!

BFG (3)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language, violence, flirting, fluff, mentions of animal cruelty / eating dogs (nothing happens!), slow burn continues

A/N: Please consider that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.

Catch up here: BFG (2)

BFG masterlist

“The front door is fixed,” Reacher says as he walks into your kitchen to gulp down a huge glass of water. “I checked on the backdoor too and fixed it. I’ll take care of the fence when I’m back.”

“Reacher,” you sigh. “You don’t have to fix my house or the fence. I invited you to stay here for free. And after you handled KJ so well, I owe you.”

“He owed you respect,” he says and places the glass he used into the sink. “I don’t like men treating women like that. You deserve respect, and to be treated right.”

If you weren’t already head over heels for him, you’d have lost your heart to Reacher at that very moment. “You are very well-behaved. A gentleman.” You eye him up and down and bite your lower lip.

“My mom taught me to respect women and to use my strength only to do good,” he shrugs. “I only hurt people deserving to get hurt. He disrespected and harassed you.”

“Your mom was a wise woman,” you step toward Reacher to grab his hand. “She raised a righteous man. I wish I could meet her to thank your mom.”

“She’s—” his voice cracks. You already knew that she must’ve passed away from the way he talked about her, and the sadness in his eyes. “I think she would’ve liked you.”

“Hmm…mom’s always like me,” you grin. “Because of my charming personality and the pie, I make.”

“I bet they do,” he gives you a half smile. “Your pie is the best I ever ate.”

“Now you try to get more free food out of me.” You chuckle and turn around to prepare breakfast. “What about tonight? Will you be around for dinner?"

“I don’t know yet,” he says and looks out of the window. You still don’t know why he’s in town, or how he spends the time away from your diner and house. “I’ll try to make it in time.”

“If not,” you turn back around to run your hand over his arm, “I’ll make sure to have some leftovers for you. A big man like you got to eat.”

“Not again,” you yell at the owner of the restaurant across the street. He once again chased the poor stray away and even kicked the dog. “I will make sure they arrest you, asshat. The dog didn’t do anything wrong. He only walked past your restaurant to reach my diner!”

“Well then, put a leash around that beast’s neck and shut your mouth,” the man yells back. “If not, he’ll eat a bullet next time that piece of shit comes near my restaurant. You can sell its meat at your shitty diner after I’m done with that mangy mutt!”

You crouch down and call for the dog. He trots toward you and whines low in his throat. “I told you to stay away from that asshole. How about I take you home? I know you are used to freedom and not having an owner, but we can just pretend we are roommates.”

“Y/N, is something wrong?” Sally Ann comes running toward you. “What happened? Your roommate, or private bodyguard, or whatever that guy is to you stormed out of the front door. I think he’s about to kill someone.”

“What? I-“ You hear Reacher’s angry voice. This time, it’s directed toward the owner of the restaurant. “Fuck!” You ask Sally Ann to look out for the dog while you try to cross the street before Reacher kills that man.

“REACHER!” You call for him, but it’s too late. The restaurant owner refused to apologize to you and even tried to land the first punch. Reacher easily dodged his attack, stopped the man’s fist in midair, and twisted his arm. “Fuck!”

“One last time,” Reacher snarls at the man, still holding his arm in a tight grip. “You will apologize to the lady and leave the dog alone. If I hear or see that you threaten any animal or kid ever again, I’ll break more than your arm.”

As fast as he grabbed the man, Reacher released the restaurant owner and stepped away. He’d like to beat the man into a bloody pulp for what he said and did, but he doesn’t want you to see only the violent man he can become to protect people.

“Are you alright?” You don’t care that the restaurant owner cries and sniffles. Your hand reaches out for Reacher to check on him. “Did he hurt you?”

“He broke my fucking arm,” the man whines and hopes for any sign of compassion from you. “That monster!”

“Monster?” You cock your head. “Last time I checked you threatened children and an old dog. You wanted to shoot him and offered his meat to me. If anyone in town is a monster, it’s you. Not the man defending me and the dog.”

“I’ll call the cops!”

“Go ahead,” you snap at the man. “Everyone saw what you did and heard what you said. I don’t think a single person will help you!”

There is applause coming from the other side of the street. Your employees and guests cheer for you and Reacher. “We should head back. The dog needs food and you a slice of my pie.”

Reacher glares at the whining man one last time. The restaurant owner flinches and ducks his head.

“I shouldn’t have hurt him,” he says on your way toward the diner. “He was much smaller and weaker than me.”

“He’s an awful person, sweetie,” you grab his hand and squeeze it. “Believe me, you did the right thing. I saw him slap a kid two weeks ago. And he kicked a cat away from his door. He threatened Charlie too.”

“Charlie?” He furrows his brows.

“I gave him a name,” you smile. “Maybe he’ll stick around for a little longer if I give him a name.”

Crazy from Patsy Kline blares from the old radio at your kitchen when Reacher sneaks inside the room. He watches you slowly dance to the song. In lack of a partner, you just sway to the music and close your eyes.

“Hi, uh-“ he clears his throat. “I brought wine, dog food, and Clark bars.” 

“Perfect timing,” you clap your hands. “Come on, it’s Patsy. Dance with me Reacher.” You hold out your hands. “One dance.”

“I don’t dance. Ever.” He glances at the old radio. “That’s almost antic.”

You drop your hands and sigh. No dance for you then. “It belonged to my grandmother. I know it’s old and most of the time it doesn’t work but…” you shake your head and turn around. “I didn’t have the heart to throw it away.”

“It’s a dear memory,” you feel his hands on your hips, and his chest pressed against your back. “You don’t throw memories away.” Reacher starts to sway, and you follow his lead. “Where’s the dog?”

“At the living room. He prefers to lie in front of the couch instead of using the dog bed I bought,” you turn around and start to dance with Reacher. “For a man who never dances, you’re not bad at dancing.”

“I love to dance,” he moves one hand to your back and presses you closer to his body. “If I ask someone for a dance, it mostly includes a lot of punching.”

You chuckle. “You won’t punch me,” he hums and watches you rest your head against his chest. “I wanted to thank you for punching two guys for me within three days.”

Reacher dances with you for another song before he reluctantly lets go of you. He turns your attention toward the wine and dinner instead of the things going on in his head.

He cannot risk getting attached to you. If this case is over, and he finds the murderer of his brother, Reacher will leave town. The last thing he wants is for you to miss him, or even fall for him.

Even though, the thought of getting attached to you is nice…

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[girl-obsessed-with-things]

I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again: i really need to stop reading filth while on break at work... hehehhe

Jack Reacher is a munch.

Warnings: Kinda dub-con? Jerking off, cunnilingus, squirting. Fem!Reader is fat.

“I need you.”

     The back door slams and startles you out of your book-entranced state. Appearing before you is your heaving boyfriend, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and a deep blush riddled across his skin. One large hand tosses aside your book, uncaring of the way you whine.

     “You made me lose my place!” You frown, giving the side of his head a light smack.

     “You’ll find it again,” Jack rudely rips the cozy blanket off of your body and groans loudly when he sees that you’re only wearing his old shirt and a pair of panties. “That’s my girl. Never make me wait, do you?” 

     “What are you- oh,” your eyes widen as you watch your hulking man drop to his knees, instantly attaching his teeth to the supple flesh of your inner thigh. 

     “Take ‘em off,” he demands, snapping the elastic band of your panties. 

     “Ow!” You pout, lifting your hips and shimmying the thin fabric down your legs, off of your body.

     Jack grabs your thighs and places them over his broad shoulders, shoving his nose into your crotch and moaning crudely. 

     “Needed this pussy all damn day,” he murmurs into your skin, inhaling deeper with every breath. “Did she miss me, baby?”

     “Jack-”

     “Could practically hear her calling my name,” he interrupts, spreading your labia open with his thumbs and leaning back just to spit a glob of saliva onto your waiting entrance. 

     His hot breath ghosts across your hardening clit and you shiver, gripping the edge of the couch cushion to ground yourself. A kiss to your sensitive bud turns into two before his tongue licks a fat stripe through your folds. 

     “F-fuck, Jack,” you gasp, whimpering softly.

     “Mhm?” He mouths at your pussy with a cocky hum, hazel eyes flicking up to yours. 

     Everything feels blazing hot—overwhelmingly so. It’s easy to liken your body to molten lava, fluid and just about to burn a hole right through the couch. His tongue is relentless, lapping at your cunt like it’s all he’s good for. If you told him exactly that, you get the feeling he’d agree and beg you to put him in his place, keep him reminded of his role. 

     “Taste so fucking good,” Jack moans, fingertips gripping the fat of your thigh so tightly they dimple the flesh. 

     One hand leaves your leg and slips out of sight, but the unmistakable purr of his pants unzipping clues you in as to where it went. His body jerks and his brows furrow as he fumbles around for a moment, grunting with relief as he finally gets his hand around his aching cock. 

     “W-wait, if you’re gonna fuck me, I need… need your fingers,” you breathe, yelping as your boyfriend playfully nips at your clit. 

     “Not fuckin’ you,” he soothes the ache with a slow swirl of his tongue. “Just need this pretty pussy to melt in my mouth.” 

     The shlick, shlick, shlick of Jack fisting his cock blends into the wet noises of his tongue slipping through your cunt, a lewd melody that makes your head fuzzy and your belly twist with dizzying pleasure.

     “C’mon, baby, grind on my face,” he encourages, growling with delight when you comply. “Mhm, mhm, just like that.” 

     His nose glides over your clit as he hungrily thrusts his tongue deep inside of your weeping hole. His light eyes are half-lidded and glazed over, staring at the way your soft tummy jiggles every time you jerk when he nuzzles against a particularly sensitive spot. You’re ethereal like this, Jack thinks, with one trembling hand gripping his hair tightly and the other pinching at your nipples through your shirt. His cock twitches in his hand and he whimpers as he runs his thumb through his ruddy, leaking tip. 

     “More,” Jack mutters—more to himself than to you—using his free hand to pull your leg up even higher on his shoulder.

     There isn’t one inch of his head that’s not surrounded by you, and he loves it. He can’t breathe, only lick and suck and nip and nudge with every working part of his face. If he had more hands they’d be all over you. 

     “Fuck, oh f-fuck, don’t stop,” your other hand flies to meet the one on his head and you tug at his hair roughly, shivering when he moans against your pussy at the feeling. 

     Something in him goes feral when he feels your walls pulse around his tongue. Jack flickers his eyes up to watch the way you throw your head back as you near the brink of ecstasy. He’s tugging at his dick so hard he thinks he might burn himself and he doesn’t even care. All that matters to him at this moment is swallowing down the proof of your orgasm and savoring the taste. When he gets it—the violent shake of your legs, the raw scream that rips from your throat, the uncontrollable roll of your hips and most importantly, the sweet tang of your release—he sees fucking stars. 

     His release follows quickly after, spilling through his fingers and squelching every time he thrusts into his hand again. He feels you come down from your high, tremors in your muscles so strong he can feel them rippling through your skin, and his own climax dissipates, but his mouth won’t stop. He can’t stop. He’s out of his head, out of his body, functioning only on pure desire and insatiable hunger. You push at his shoulders, whimpering in overstimulation.

     “Jack, I can’t- fuck, stop,” you plead, trying to pull away from his devilish lips and tongue. 

     Your boyfriend shakes his head and wraps both arms around your plush hips, hands squeezing the fat of your stomach almost painfully to keep you in place. It’s in times like these he loves being so big—nice, strong muscles to keep his pretty girl still and open wide for him to feast on. 

     His stubble chafes your poor skin and although he knows you’ll make him pay for it later, the sounds you’re making right now only encourage him to dive deeper, rub you red if only to make himself drown in you. Jack very well could drown here, with sweat burning at the rims of his eyes and his nose and mouth full of your slick, puffy pussy. He would die a happy man. 

     “B-baby, fuck, please, I can’t,” you wail, but Jack just digs his blunt fingernails into your soft belly and glares up at you. 

     “No,” he mutters, wrapping his swollen lips around your clit and sucking harshly before pulling away with a soft pop. “Want you to cum again, know you can.” 

     Every nerve in his body is alight, twitching with need. The cool air of the living room surrounds his semi-erect dick, making him buck his hips against the feeling. Despite the lack of friction, he’s still sensitive from his previous orgasm and every little motion gets his blood flowing and his cock growing harder once again. 

     With a few more licks to your overworked clit, the pain dissolves back into white-hot pleasure that has your thighs squeezing even tighter around the sides of your man’s head. He presses his palm into your lower belly hard, and the climax manifesting inside of you intensifies tenfold. You know what he’s doing, but there’s not a force in this lifetime or the next that could possibly give you the strength to push Jack Reacher away from your sweet cunt in this moment. He’s going to make you squirt all over him and, to your dismay, the poor living room.

     “No, no- Jack- wait, I’m gonna- gonna-!” 

     Your orgasm hits you before you can finish your sentence, and had it not been for your giant of a boyfriend holding your lower half up with his wide shoulders, you would have arched your back hard enough to slide right off of the couch. He tongues you through the high and when he finally pulls back, gasping for breath, you groan at the sight of him absolutely drenched in your cum. When you look down, you see the bottom of your beloved furniture stained with his cum, and judging by the way it’s already soaking into the fabric, there’s no way to clean it completely.. Damn him—his hands never left your body to catch his second release.

    Fuck, the man came hands-free just from eating your pussy. You’d be impressed if you weren’t so damn exhausted.

     Wordlessly, Jack tucks himself back into his pants and stands from the floor, scooping your trembling body up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom. There he tucks you in and presses the softest peck to your lips, as if he hadn’t just wrecked you with that very mouth he kisses you with. He starts to pull away but you’re quick to tug him back down.

     “Stay with me,” you whisper.

     “You don’t want me to clean the mess up front?” He chuckles, stepping back to strip himself of his dirty clothes. 

     You shake your head, snuggling up to him once he finally slips beneath the covers with you.

     “Jack?”

     “Yeah, baby?”

     “You owe me a new couch.”

[girl-obsessed-with-things]

I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again: i really need to stop reading filth while on break at work... hehehhe

Jack Reacher is a munch.

Warnings: Kinda dub-con? Jerking off, cunnilingus, squirting. Fem!Reader is fat.

“I need you.”

     The back door slams and startles you out of your book-entranced state. Appearing before you is your heaving boyfriend, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and a deep blush riddled across his skin. One large hand tosses aside your book, uncaring of the way you whine.

     “You made me lose my place!” You frown, giving the side of his head a light smack.

     “You’ll find it again,” Jack rudely rips the cozy blanket off of your body and groans loudly when he sees that you’re only wearing his old shirt and a pair of panties. “That’s my girl. Never make me wait, do you?” 

     “What are you- oh,” your eyes widen as you watch your hulking man drop to his knees, instantly attaching his teeth to the supple flesh of your inner thigh. 

     “Take ‘em off,” he demands, snapping the elastic band of your panties. 

     “Ow!” You pout, lifting your hips and shimmying the thin fabric down your legs, off of your body.

     Jack grabs your thighs and places them over his broad shoulders, shoving his nose into your crotch and moaning crudely. 

     “Needed this pussy all damn day,” he murmurs into your skin, inhaling deeper with every breath. “Did she miss me, baby?”

    ��“Jack-”

     “Could practically hear her calling my name,” he interrupts, spreading your labia open with his thumbs and leaning back just to spit a glob of saliva onto your waiting entrance. 

     His hot breath ghosts across your hardening clit and you shiver, gripping the edge of the couch cushion to ground yourself. A kiss to your sensitive bud turns into two before his tongue licks a fat stripe through your folds. 

     “F-fuck, Jack,” you gasp, whimpering softly.

     “Mhm?” He mouths at your pussy with a cocky hum, hazel eyes flicking up to yours. 

     Everything feels blazing hot—overwhelmingly so. It’s easy to liken your body to molten lava, fluid and just about to burn a hole right through the couch. His tongue is relentless, lapping at your cunt like it’s all he’s good for. If you told him exactly that, you get the feeling he’d agree and beg you to put him in his place, keep him reminded of his role. 

     “Taste so fucking good,” Jack moans, fingertips gripping the fat of your thigh so tightly they dimple the flesh. 

     One hand leaves your leg and slips out of sight, but the unmistakable purr of his pants unzipping clues you in as to where it went. His body jerks and his brows furrow as he fumbles around for a moment, grunting with relief as he finally gets his hand around his aching cock. 

     “W-wait, if you’re gonna fuck me, I need… need your fingers,” you breathe, yelping as your boyfriend playfully nips at your clit. 

     “Not fuckin’ you,” he soothes the ache with a slow swirl of his tongue. “Just need this pretty pussy to melt in my mouth.” 

     The shlick, shlick, shlick of Jack fisting his cock blends into the wet noises of his tongue slipping through your cunt, a lewd melody that makes your head fuzzy and your belly twist with dizzying pleasure.

     “C’mon, baby, grind on my face,” he encourages, growling with delight when you comply. “Mhm, mhm, just like that.” 

     His nose glides over your clit as he hungrily thrusts his tongue deep inside of your weeping hole. His light eyes are half-lidded and glazed over, staring at the way your soft tummy jiggles every time you jerk when he nuzzles against a particularly sensitive spot. You’re ethereal like this, Jack thinks, with one trembling hand gripping his hair tightly and the other pinching at your nipples through your shirt. His cock twitches in his hand and he whimpers as he runs his thumb through his ruddy, leaking tip. 

     “More,” Jack mutters—more to himself than to you—using his free hand to pull your leg up even higher on his shoulder.

     There isn’t one inch of his head that’s not surrounded by you, and he loves it. He can’t breathe, only lick and suck and nip and nudge with every working part of his face. If he had more hands they’d be all over you. 

     “Fuck, oh f-fuck, don’t stop,” your other hand flies to meet the one on his head and you tug at his hair roughly, shivering when he moans against your pussy at the feeling. 

     Something in him goes feral when he feels your walls pulse around his tongue. Jack flickers his eyes up to watch the way you throw your head back as you near the brink of ecstasy. He’s tugging at his dick so hard he thinks he might burn himself and he doesn’t even care. All that matters to him at this moment is swallowing down the proof of your orgasm and savoring the taste. When he gets it—the violent shake of your legs, the raw scream that rips from your throat, the uncontrollable roll of your hips and most importantly, the sweet tang of your release—he sees fucking stars. 

     His release follows quickly after, spilling through his fingers and squelching every time he thrusts into his hand again. He feels you come down from your high, tremors in your muscles so strong he can feel them rippling through your skin, and his own climax dissipates, but his mouth won’t stop. He can’t stop. He’s out of his head, out of his body, functioning only on pure desire and insatiable hunger. You push at his shoulders, whimpering in overstimulation.

     “Jack, I can’t- fuck, stop,” you plead, trying to pull away from his devilish lips and tongue. 

     Your boyfriend shakes his head and wraps both arms around your plush hips, hands squeezing the fat of your stomach almost painfully to keep you in place. It’s in times like these he loves being so big—nice, strong muscles to keep his pretty girl still and open wide for him to feast on. 

     His stubble chafes your poor skin and although he knows you’ll make him pay for it later, the sounds you’re making right now only encourage him to dive deeper, rub you red if only to make himself drown in you. Jack very well could drown here, with sweat burning at the rims of his eyes and his nose and mouth full of your slick, puffy pussy. He would die a happy man. 

     “B-baby, fuck, please, I can’t,” you wail, but Jack just digs his blunt fingernails into your soft belly and glares up at you. 

     “No,” he mutters, wrapping his swollen lips around your clit and sucking harshly before pulling away with a soft pop. “Want you to cum again, know you can.” 

     Every nerve in his body is alight, twitching with need. The cool air of the living room surrounds his semi-erect dick, making him buck his hips against the feeling. Despite the lack of friction, he’s still sensitive from his previous orgasm and every little motion gets his blood flowing and his cock growing harder once again. 

     With a few more licks to your overworked clit, the pain dissolves back into white-hot pleasure that has your thighs squeezing even tighter around the sides of your man’s head. He presses his palm into your lower belly hard, and the climax manifesting inside of you intensifies tenfold. You know what he’s doing, but there’s not a force in this lifetime or the next that could possibly give you the strength to push Jack Reacher away from your sweet cunt in this moment. He’s going to make you squirt all over him and, to your dismay, the poor living room.

     “No, no- Jack- wait, I’m gonna- gonna-!” 

     Your orgasm hits you before you can finish your sentence, and had it not been for your giant of a boyfriend holding your lower half up with his wide shoulders, you would have arched your back hard enough to slide right off of the couch. He tongues you through the high and when he finally pulls back, gasping for breath, you groan at the sight of him absolutely drenched in your cum. When you look down, you see the bottom of your beloved furniture stained with his cum, and judging by the way it’s already soaking into the fabric, there’s no way to clean it completely.. Damn him—his hands never left your body to catch his second release.

    Fuck, the man came hands-free just from eating your pussy. You’d be impressed if you weren’t so damn exhausted.

     Wordlessly, Jack tucks himself back into his pants and stands from the floor, scooping your trembling body up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom. There he tucks you in and presses the softest peck to your lips, as if he hadn’t just wrecked you with that very mouth he kisses you with. He starts to pull away but you’re quick to tug him back down.

     “Stay with me,” you whisper.

     “You don’t want me to clean the mess up front?” He chuckles, stepping back to strip himself of his dirty clothes. 

     You shake your head, snuggling up to him once he finally slips beneath the covers with you.

     “Jack?”

     “Yeah, baby?”

     “You owe me a new couch.”

[cardierreh15]

Ooooo I need to read this 😩✨

BFG masterlist

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy size kink, flirty reader, plus-sized reader, objectification of Reacher, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, sexual tension, smut, injuries, friendship

A/N: I don't write for enough fandoms so...bear with me...

BFG = Big friendly giant

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Salivating!!!!

BFG masterlist

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy size kink, flirty reader, plus-sized reader, objectification of Reacher, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, sexual tension, smut, injuries, friendship

A/N: I don't write for enough fandoms so...bear with me...

BFG = Big friendly giant

BFG (1)

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BFG (3)

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Girding kicking of legs here!!

BFG (2)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language, violence, flirting

A/N: Please consider, that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.

Catch up here: BFG (1)

BFG masterlist

Reacher made himself scarce over the following days. If not for the missing pie in your fridge and the fixed sink, you’d believe Reacher didn’t come to your home at all.

You don’t know what kind of business he has to take care of in your sleepy town, and you don’t want to know. He’s the kind of person you don’t ask too many questions. 

“Morning,” you chirp when you walk in on Reacher wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He emptied the rest of your orange juice, drinking right out of the carton.

“Morning,” he looks at you when you pass him by to look in the fridge. “I drank your orange juice and ate the leftovers. I’ll pay you back.”

“Nah, I’m glad you ate the lasagna,” you say while poking your head inside the fridge. “It’s great to have someone around who can eat. A big man needs a lot of food.”

“Uh-thanks,” he grins as you bend a little to look for the eggs. You stick your ass out, offering a perfect view of your ass to Reacher. “I took care of the sink in the kitchen, and I’ll have a look at the heater upstairs.”

“You earned your stay already.” You place the eggs on the counter. “Do you want to have breakfast before you go? I bet you didn’t get any food last night. No wonder you had to eat the leftovers.”

“I came back late and didn’t find the time to grab food,” he dips his head to watch you grab a pan. “I wouldn’t say no to eggs.”

“How about pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” you smirk. Reacher subconsciously licks his lips. He hums and drops his eyes to the eggs. “As long as you are around, I’ll make sure you eat well. I can’t have you starving.”

He laughs. A heartfelt laughter fills the room as you join him. It’s been a while since you felt comfortable enough around a man to be just you. 

That’s why you’re single at the moment. You hate playing a role and acting like you are a different person only because a man doesn’t like your attitude or personality. 

You are who you are. Nothing less and nothing more.

“You think I’m starving?” He challenges. 

“A man must eat to stay as big and tall as you,” you point out while unashamedly looking him up and down. “Now, pancakes yes or no?”

“I won’t say no to some pancakes and eggs…and bacon. Can I help you? I’m not a great cook, but I know a few tricks.”

“I bet you do,” you coo, and smirk. This man is a force of nature, and you try to show him that you can hold up with him. “What do you have up your sleeve, Mr. Reacher?”

Cocking your head, you watch him wipe his hand on his shirt. 

“Just Reacher, mom called me that too,” he says. “And she taught me a thing or two when it comes to cooking.” He reaches for the eggs. “I can prepare the pancakes if you want me to.”

“Your mom,” you hum. “I learned baking and cooking from granny and my mom.”

“Your door needs fixing too,” he casually says while cracking the eggs. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

“Oh?” you quirk a brow. “What’s wrong with my door?”

He sighs, long and a little exasperated. “It’s not safe. Anyone could break in and steal your leftovers,” his features darken, and he squares his jaw, “or worse.”

“I got a nice baseball bat I’m burning to test on someone’s face,” you grin, but your smile fades when he shakes his head. “What? I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“I know you are not but,” he places his hand on top of yours, “there are people out there stronger than you. Maybe even stronger than me.”

You glance at Reacher. Maybe he’s not wrong. This sleepy town used to be a safe and friendly place, but things changed.

“Okay,” you agree. “This town isn’t as safe as it used to be. If you have any suggestions, tell me. I’ll buy all you’ll need.”

Reacher and you work in silence, preparing breakfast for the two of you. You glance at him from time to time, wondering about his plans for this town. He came here for a reason. You only hope he stays a little longer than a few days…

“Coffee, black,” a familiar voice barks at Sally Ann. It could’ve been a nice day, but now it’s ruined. “Chop, chop! I don’t have all day. Move your ass.”

“A good morning to you too,” you glare at the unwelcome guest. Kliner jr. - a slimy bastard you can’t stand. He believes only because his daddy has more money than his spoiled son can count that he’s better than the other people in town. “What can we bring you today?”

“Coffee, black,” his tone doesn’t change, only the way he stares at you. He cocks his head to watch you turn around to get a cup for him. “You still got that juicy ass, huh? Did anyone already fuck it? Damn, I bet—”

His voice dies, and you hear something slam onto the counter. You assume he slammed his fist down. 

You twirl around to show him the way out only to watch Reacher press Kliner Jr.’s head to the counter.

He squares his jaw and lifts his hand only to slam the bastard’s head down onto the counter again.

“No one disrespects this lady in her diner or elsewhere,” Reacher whispers in Kliner Jr.’s ear. “I want you to nod if you understood what I said.”

“Do you know who my father is?” Kliner Jr. spats. He tries to act all tough, but it takes anything in him to not wet his pants. This beast of a man holds his head pinned to the counter and he’s got no clue how to free himself. “He’ll … he’ll…”

“He will do shit boy,” you snap at Kliner Jr. “Now get out of my diner or I will let you arrest for harassment.”

“Bitch!”

Reacher grabs Kliner Jr. but his neck, ready to slam him onto the counter again. “I want you to apologize to this lady. And you better mean it.”

“Fuck you!”

“Reacher. Stop.” You shake your head. “I’d like to tell you that he got the message, but he didn’t. He’s one of these guys who need a kick in the balls to leave a woman alone. I just don’t think anything will fix the mess in his head.”

Reacher looks you straight in the eyes, silently asking you if you want him to hurt Kliner Jr. even more. “You will get out of the diner and never come back. If I hear about you harassing her again, you will wish that you were never born.”

He releases Kliner Jr. and pushes him toward the door. “You are banned from the diner. Never come back.” You yell after him.

“Your coffee tastes like sweat either way,” Kliner Jr. spats while spitting blood onto the floor. “You fucked with the wrong guy.”

“You wish,” you snap and get your baseball bat out from under the counter. “You should be thankful he took care of you, not me. Betsy my bat would’ve made sure that you’ll never have a Kliner Jr.”

“You didn’t lie about that bat,” Reacher points at the baseball bat on the counter. “I knew you were trouble.”

“I could say the same about you.” You both chuckle at your flirty banter. “How about I give you a slice of pie for your help, sweetie.”

“That pet name sticks, huh?” He plops down on his seat. “Do you want me to wipe the counter?” Reacher looks at the blood on the counter. “I can clean up.”

“You handled the bastard, I can handle a little blood,” you wink at Reacher. “What do you want? Cherry, apple, or peach.”

“You know my taste.” 

“I see you are already working on my door,” you duck under Reacher’s arm to enter your house. “You know, I wanted to pay for the things you’ll need to make it safer.”

“I got it handled,” he shrugs and goes back to work. It looks like he is trying to protect the crown jewels or something. “I bought orange juice too.”

“Well, if you are done for today,” you lean against the wall next to Reacher, “I’ll make you something for dinner.”

He looks at you and smirks. “I’d like that. I’m almost finished.”

“I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. I got a beer for you too.”

You walk toward the kitchen, swaying your hips as you feel his eyes on you.

Smiling to yourself you decide to not let this man slip through your fingers.

Part 3

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BFG (2)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language, violence, flirting

A/N: Please consider, that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.

Catch up here: BFG (1)

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Reacher made himself scarce over the following days. If not for the missing pie in your fridge and the fixed sink, you’d believe Reacher didn’t come to your home at all.

You don’t know what kind of business he has to take care of in your sleepy town, and you don’t want to know. He’s the kind of person you don’t ask too many questions. 

“Morning,” you chirp when you walk in on Reacher wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He emptied the rest of your orange juice, drinking right out of the carton.

“Morning,” he looks at you when you pass him by to look in the fridge. “I drank your orange juice and ate the leftovers. I’ll pay you back.”

“Nah, I’m glad you ate the lasagna,” you say while poking your head inside the fridge. “It’s great to have someone around who can eat. A big man needs a lot of food.”

“Uh-thanks,” he grins as you bend a little to look for the eggs. You stick your ass out, offering a perfect view of your ass to Reacher. “I took care of the sink in the kitchen, and I’ll have a look at the heater upstairs.”

“You earned your stay already.” You place the eggs on the counter. “Do you want to have breakfast before you go? I bet you didn’t get any food last night. No wonder you had to eat the leftovers.”

“I came back late and didn’t find the time to grab food,” he dips his head to watch you grab a pan. “I wouldn’t say no to eggs.”

“How about pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” you smirk. Reacher subconsciously licks his lips. He hums and drops his eyes to the eggs. “As long as you are around, I’ll make sure you eat well. I can’t have you starving.”

He laughs. A heartfelt laughter fills the room as you join him. It’s been a while since you felt comfortable enough around a man to be just you. 

That’s why you’re single at the moment. You hate playing a role and acting like you are a different person only because a man doesn’t like your attitude or personality. 

You are who you are. Nothing less and nothing more.

“You think I’m starving?” He challenges. 

“A man must eat to stay as big and tall as you,” you point out while unashamedly looking him up and down. “Now, pancakes yes or no?”

“I won’t say no to some pancakes and eggs…and bacon. Can I help you? I’m not a great cook, but I know a few tricks.”

“I bet you do,” you coo, and smirk. This man is a force of nature, and you try to show him that you can hold up with him. “What do you have up your sleeve, Mr. Reacher?”

Cocking your head, you watch him wipe his hand on his shirt. 

“Just Reacher, mom called me that too,” he says. “And she taught me a thing or two when it comes to cooking.” He reaches for the eggs. “I can prepare the pancakes if you want me to.”

“Your mom,” you hum. “I learned baking and cooking from granny and my mom.”

“Your door needs fixing too,” he casually says while cracking the eggs. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

“Oh?” you quirk a brow. “What’s wrong with my door?”

He sighs, long and a little exasperated. “It’s not safe. Anyone could break in and steal your leftovers,” his features darken, and he squares his jaw, “or worse.”

“I got a nice baseball bat I’m burning to test on someone’s face,” you grin, but your smile fades when he shakes his head. “What? I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“I know you are not but,” he places his hand on top of yours, “there are people out there stronger than you. Maybe even stronger than me.”

You glance at Reacher. Maybe he’s not wrong. This sleepy town used to be a safe and friendly place, but things changed.

“Okay,” you agree. “This town isn’t as safe as it used to be. If you have any suggestions, tell me. I’ll buy all you’ll need.”

Reacher and you work in silence, preparing breakfast for the two of you. You glance at him from time to time, wondering about his plans for this town. He came here for a reason. You only hope he stays a little longer than a few days…

“Coffee, black,” a familiar voice barks at Sally Ann. It could’ve been a nice day, but now it’s ruined. “Chop, chop! I don’t have all day. Move your ass.”

“A good morning to you too,” you glare at the unwelcome guest. Kliner jr. - a slimy bastard you can’t stand. He believes only because his daddy has more money than his spoiled son can count that he’s better than the other people in town. “What can we bring you today?”

“Coffee, black,” his tone doesn’t change, only the way he stares at you. He cocks his head to watch you turn around to get a cup for him. “You still got that juicy ass, huh? Did anyone already fuck it? Damn, I bet—”

His voice dies, and you hear something slam onto the counter. You assume he slammed his fist down. 

You twirl around to show him the way out only to watch Reacher press Kliner Jr.’s head to the counter.

He squares his jaw and lifts his hand only to slam the bastard’s head down onto the counter again.

“No one disrespects this lady in her diner or elsewhere,” Reacher whispers in Kliner Jr.’s ear. “I want you to nod if you understood what I said.”

“Do you know who my father is?” Kliner Jr. spats. He tries to act all tough, but it takes anything in him to not wet his pants. This beast of a man holds his head pinned to the counter and he’s got no clue how to free himself. “He’ll … he’ll…”

“He will do shit boy,” you snap at Kliner Jr. “Now get out of my diner or I will let you arrest for harassment.”

“Bitch!”

Reacher grabs Kliner Jr. but his neck, ready to slam him onto the counter again. “I want you to apologize to this lady. And you better mean it.”

“Fuck you!”

“Reacher. Stop.” You shake your head. “I’d like to tell you that he got the message, but he didn’t. He’s one of these guys who need a kick in the balls to leave a woman alone. I just don’t think anything will fix the mess in his head.”

Reacher looks you straight in the eyes, silently asking you if you want him to hurt Kliner Jr. even more. “You will get out of the diner and never come back. If I hear about you harassing her again, you will wish that you were never born.”

He releases Kliner Jr. and pushes him toward the door. “You are banned from the diner. Never come back.” You yell after him.

“Your coffee tastes like sweat either way,” Kliner Jr. spats while spitting blood onto the floor. “You fucked with the wrong guy.”

“You wish,” you snap and get your baseball bat out from under the counter. “You should be thankful he took care of you, not me. Betsy my bat would’ve made sure that you’ll never have a Kliner Jr.”

“You didn’t lie about that bat,” Reacher points at the baseball bat on the counter. “I knew you were trouble.”

“I could say the same about you.” You both chuckle at your flirty banter. “How about I give you a slice of pie for your help, sweetie.”

“That pet name sticks, huh?” He plops down on his seat. “Do you want me to wipe the counter?” Reacher looks at the blood on the counter. “I can clean up.”

“You handle the bastard, I can handle a little blood,” you wink at Reacher. “What do you want? Cherry, apple, or peach.”

“You know my taste.” 

“I see you are already working on my door,” you duck under Reacher’s arm to enter your house. “You know, I wanted to pay for the thing you’ll need to make it safer.”

“I got it handled,” he shrugs and goes back to work. It looks like he is trying to protect the crown jewels or something. “I bought orange juice too.”

“Well, if you are done for today,” you lean against the wall next to Reacher, “I’ll make you something for dinner.”

He looks at you and smirks. “I’d like that. I’m almost finished.”

“I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. I got a beer for you too.”

You walk toward the kitchen, swaying your hips as you feel his eyes on you.

Smiling to yourself you decide to not let this man slip through your fingers.

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BFG (2)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language, violence, flirting

A/N: Please consider, that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.

Catch up here: BFG (1)

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Reacher made himself scarce over the following days. If not for the missing pie in your fridge and the fixed sink, you’d believe Reacher didn’t come to your home at all.

You don’t know what kind of business he has to take care of in your sleepy town, and you don’t want to know. He’s the kind of person you don’t ask too many questions. 

“Morning,” you chirp when you walk in on Reacher wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He emptied the rest of your orange juice, drinking right out of the carton.

“Morning,” he looks at you when you pass him by to look in the fridge. “I drank your orange juice and ate the leftovers. I’ll pay you back.”

“Nah, I’m glad you ate the lasagna,” you say while poking your head inside the fridge. “It’s great to have someone around who can eat. A big man needs a lot of food.”

“Uh-thanks,” he grins as you bend a little to look for the eggs. You stick your ass out, offering a perfect view of your ass to Reacher. “I took care of the sink in the kitchen, and I’ll have a look at the heater upstairs.”

“You earned your stay already.” You place the eggs on the counter. “Do you want to have breakfast before you go? I bet you didn’t get any food last night. No wonder you had to eat the leftovers.”

“I came back late and didn’t find the time to grab food,” he dips his head to watch you grab a pan. “I wouldn’t say no to eggs.”

“How about pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” you smirk. Reacher subconsciously licks his lips. He hums and drops his eyes to the eggs. “As long as you are around, I’ll make sure you eat well. I can’t have you starving.”

He laughs. A heartfelt laughter fills the room as you join him. It’s been a while since you felt comfortable enough around a man to be just you. 

That’s why you’re single at the moment. You hate playing a role and acting like you are a different person only because a man doesn’t like your attitude or personality. 

You are who you are. Nothing less and nothing more.

“You think I’m starving?” He challenges. 

“A man must eat to stay as big and tall as you,” you point out while unashamedly looking him up and down. “Now, pancakes yes or no?”

“I won’t say no to some pancakes and eggs…and bacon. Can I help you? I’m not a great cook, but I know a few tricks.”

“I bet you do,” you coo, and smirk. This man is a force of nature, and you try to show him that you can hold up with him. “What do you have up your sleeve, Mr. Reacher?”

Cocking your head, you watch him wipe his hand on his shirt. 

“Just Reacher, mom called me that too,” he says. “And she taught me a thing or two when it comes to cooking.” He reaches for the eggs. “I can prepare the pancakes if you want me to.”

“Your mom,” you hum. “I learned baking and cooking from granny and my mom.”

“Your door needs fixing too,” he casually says while cracking the eggs. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

“Oh?” you quirk a brow. “What’s wrong with my door?”

He sighs, long and a little exasperated. “It’s not safe. Anyone could break in and steal your leftovers,” his features darken, and he squares his jaw, “or worse.”

“I got a nice baseball bat I’m burning to test on someone’s face,” you grin, but your smile fades when he shakes his head. “What? I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“I know you are not but,” he places his hand on top of yours, “there are people out there stronger than you. Maybe even stronger than me.”

You glance at Reacher. Maybe he’s not wrong. This sleepy town used to be a safe and friendly place, but things changed.

“Okay,” you agree. “This town isn’t as safe as it used to be. If you have any suggestions, tell me. I’ll buy all you’ll need.”

Reacher and you work in silence, preparing breakfast for the two of you. You glance at him from time to time, wondering about his plans for this town. He came here for a reason. You only hope he stays a little longer than a few days…

“Coffee, black,” a familiar voice barks at Sally Ann. It could’ve been a nice day, but now it’s ruined. “Chop, chop! I don’t have all day. Move your ass.”

“A good morning to you too,” you glare at the unwelcome guest. Kliner jr. - a slimy bastard you can’t stand. He believes only because his daddy has more money than his spoiled son can count that he’s better than the other people in town. “What can we bring you today?”

“Coffee, black,” his tone doesn’t change, only the way he stares at you. He cocks his head to watch you turn around to get a cup for him. “You still got that juicy ass, huh? Did anyone already fuck it? Damn, I bet—”

His voice dies, and you hear something slam onto the counter. You assume he slammed his fist down. 

You twirl around to show him the way out only to watch Reacher press Kliner Jr.’s head to the counter.

He squares his jaw and lifts his hand only to slam the bastard’s head down onto the counter again.

“No one disrespects this lady in her diner or elsewhere,” Reacher whispers in Kliner Jr.’s ear. “I want you to nod if you understood what I said.”

“Do you know who my father is?” Kliner Jr. spats. He tries to act all tough, but it takes anything in him to not wet his pants. This beast of a man holds his head pinned to the counter and he’s got no clue how to free himself. “He’ll … he’ll…”

“He will do shit boy,” you snap at Kliner Jr. “Now get out of my diner or I will let you arrest for harassment.”

“Bitch!”

Reacher grabs Kliner Jr. but his neck, ready to slam him onto the counter again. “I want you to apologize to this lady. And you better mean it.”

“Fuck you!”

“Reacher. Stop.” You shake your head. “I’d like to tell you that he got the message, but he didn’t. He’s one of these guys who need a kick in the balls to leave a woman alone. I just don’t think anything will fix the mess in his head.”

Reacher looks you straight in the eyes, silently asking you if you want him to hurt Kliner Jr. even more. “You will get out of the diner and never come back. If I hear about you harassing her again, you will wish that you were never born.”

He releases Kliner Jr. and pushes him toward the door. “You are banned from the diner. Never come back.” You yell after him.

“Your coffee tastes like sweat either way,” Kliner Jr. spats while spitting blood onto the floor. “You fucked with the wrong guy.”

“You wish,” you snap and get your baseball bat out from under the counter. “You should be thankful he took care of you, not me. Betsy my bat would’ve made sure that you’ll never have a Kliner Jr.”

“You didn’t lie about that bat,” Reacher points at the baseball bat on the counter. “I knew you were trouble.”

“I could say the same about you.” You both chuckle at your flirty banter. “How about I give you a slice of pie for your help, sweetie.”

“That pet name sticks, huh?” He plops down on his seat. “Do you want me to wipe the counter?” Reacher looks at the blood on the counter. “I can clean up.”

“You handle the bastard, I can handle a little blood,” you wink at Reacher. “What do you want? Cherry, apple, or peach.”

“You know my taste.” 

“I see you are already working on my door,” you duck under Reacher’s arm to enter your house. “You know, I wanted to pay for the thing you’ll need to make it safer.”

“I got it handled,” he shrugs and goes back to work. It looks like he is trying to protect the crown jewels or something. “I bought orange juice too.”

“Well, if you are done for today,” you lean against the wall next to Reacher, “I’ll make you something for dinner.”

He looks at you and smirks. “I’d like that. I’m almost finished.”

“I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. I got a beer for you too.”

You walk toward the kitchen, swaying your hips as you feel his eyes on you.

Smiling to yourself you decide to not let this man slip through your fingers.

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