#Reacher Amazon

[iguana-eyanna]

To Have A Home

Pairing: Jack Reacher x Reader

Summary: Reacher never thought the white fence dream could ever happen to him, but you proved him wrong in more ways than possible.

Reacher got out of his pickup truck, taking out a few grocery bags. He stares at the house that he built from the ground up, inhaling the fresh air.

His footsteps could be heard from a mile away, as tiny footsteps were heard at the front of the wooden porch.

"Dad!" Reacher's oldest son, Georgie, screamed as he ran fast towards him.

Reacher smiled as he knelt down, the 7 year old running towards him.

"Hey bud! Oof, you're getting strong kid. You almost knocked out your old man." Reacher replied, carrying him in his free arm.

"Really Dad? I could be just as strong as you?" Georgie asked.

"Unless you eat all of your vegetables, Georgie, you can be just as big and strong as your father." A voice replied.

Reacher looks up sees you holding your four year old son, Mason, as you wore your signature summer dress that curved perfectly around your pregnant 6 month pregnant belly and barefoot.

Jack thought you were beautiful standing there.

He carried both his son and the groceries with ease as he walked towards the porch, giving you a sweet kiss.

"Hi," He said sweetly.

"Hey," You said, smiling.

One thing about Reacher was that he kept you feeling like a school girl falling in love for the first time. He never made you doubt his love for you and would move the sun just cause you asked him to.

You two walked inside as the kids ran to the living room, playing with their toys. You and Reacher went to the kitchen to prepare for dinnerr.

You began washing the vegetables in the sink while Reacher was getting the ingredients. Soon, you felt a pair of arms around your waist as Reacher's palm covered your belly. He kissed the side of your neck as you felt his prickly beard that he was growing out.

"How was work?" He asks as you place a loving hand on his cheek.

"It was good, had some important clients to meet today for the pitch."

"That's great. I'm so proud of you." He says, kissing your cheek.

Before you two started your family, Reacher said that he wanted to be a stay-at-home dad as he truly wanted to leave his scarred past. He would have never asked you to leave your profession, and you two have lived peacefully raising your kids.

"The boys didn't make any trouble? I would have taken them to the store."

"No, they knew not to mess with Mama Bear. I think they just give you a hard time on purpose."

Reacher fake gasps as he twirls you around.

"Are you saying they favor you over me?"

"Well, I did give birth to them and now pregnant with their sister so... Yes."

Jack throws a hearty laugh as he holds you as close as he can.

"and I'll remind you every day for making me a father to these great kids. I love you, Mrs. Reacher."

"and I love you, Mr. Reacher."

You two kissed as you tip-toed to reach his lips.

"Ewwwwwwwwww." Both your sons said in unison. you two look back and chuckle as your boys look at you two.

"Come here so we can give you kisses!" You teased.

"Noooooo!!!!" They screamed, running away as Jack chased them into the house as you followed.

Soon after eating dinner, both of your boys were sleeping in both your arms as all of you were watching a movie on the couch. Jack reached for the remote and turned off the TV.

"Let's take them to bed hon-"

He stops as he sees you snoring lightly as you hold Georgie. Reacher smiles as he slowly gets up picks up Mason and Georgie and tucks them in bed. He returns for you and carries you with ease back in the master bedroom.

He lies next to you as you slowly open your eyes, realizing where you are, and smile at him.

"I thought of a name today, for the baby."

"Oh yeah? What is it?" He asks.

You scoot closer to him, placing your head by his chest as his heartbeat soothed you.

"Sky Reacher. I want her to know that she's able to reach for the sky."

Jack smiles brightly and kisses the top of your head.

"I love that name."

Jack couldn't believe it. In the past several years, all he carried along with him was the clothes on his back and a toothbrush. And now, he's lying in bed with a gorgeous, hard-working woman who mothered his children.

This is what it must feel like to have a home.

[southernbluebellereader]

Peach Pie and Cream

Jack Reacher x F! Southern Waitress Reader (Amazon TV show, Alan Ritchson)

Warning: Some fighting, suggestive descriptions, cutesy

Summary: Our giant man Reacher meets a charming young waitress :) and takes care of people ;)

Word Count: ~2,115 words

A/N: There will be a part 2 eventually lol

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“What can I get you, sugar?”

God, the way she called him “Sugar” practically dripped from her lip-gloss covered lips like hot honey. Her breasts threatening to spill out of her lacy unpadded bra - it’s dark color barely showing through her low-cut white top.

He knew not to look, he shouldn’t, he couldn’t.

But one peek wouldn’t hurt.

It wasn’t even seven-thirty in the morning when she’d walked over to him with a pen and a little notepad.

Reacher sat up, his body erect as she spoke so sweetly to him. His eyes quickly glanced at her bosom, then made eye contact with her, showing a crooked smile, “Good morning, what are your specials?”

Y/N gave him a small smile as she caught the flicker in his eyes as he lifted them to meet yours. “Our breakfast specials include the garlic biscuit sliders with chicken, sausage, or ham…” She leaned over slightly and pointed on the menu on the table at the various specials.

Y/N’s perfume smelled so sweet. Hints of peaches and vanilla.

No. He can’t be distracted. He had to meet Neagly later. 

He smiled as he looked back up at her, he didn’t hear half of what Y/N just said about the menu, just glancing at the worn out name tag that said her name. Her cheeks blushed slightly as he looked at her, the two of them were rather close.

Smiling at her, he asked, “I’ll have the garlic biscuit with the sausage special. Can I get extra bacon and a slice of your peach pie?”

“Yes, sir, you can. You want ice tea or coffee to drink?”

“Coffee is fine. Just black.”

She quickly glanced down at his large and firm chest and then back up at his eyes. He smirked even more.

Y/N bit her lower lip and then stood upright, writing his order down, “Sure thing, honey. I’ll be right back in a few.”

And those few minutes took an eternity. Reacher’s thighs began to itch as he watched her walk back to the back counter, leaning over so she could give the chef his order through the heating lamps, blushing in playful annoyance, with the cook winking and pursed lips, making kissing noises at her until she rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head.

He barely knew her but the sight of the cook irritated him. That’s no way to treat you - even if it was banter between coworkers. He’d been in town for merely a few hours.

He tried to look away. He really did. But the way her hips swayed and her chest moved, her apron tight and snug around her waist, her soft body spilling out from the sides of the apron and the top of her jeans. Every time she stood by a table to take an order, she always shifted her weight to her left, her left hip pushing out of the top of her jeans.

He always liked a full woman.

Chuckling to himself, he turned slightly to keep himself from boring holes on her ass. He glanced out the window but was thankfully disturbed by the smell of her and the food he ordered.

“Here we got today’s special with extra bacon and a cup o’joe, hot and ready just for you, honey. I’m all out of peach pie but I got one coming out of the oven any secon’ now. You want some ice cream with that pie?” She laid his food down gently, he gave you a grin and thanked you, “Careful, plate’s hot, honey.”

“Ice cream would hurt my teeth but I’ll take it since you suggested it.” Reacher caught her blush. 

“I’ll make a note of it. Enjoy your food and let me know if ya need anything, ok?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled and picked up his utensils.

She winked at him and walked away, picking up a pot of coffee to replenish cups of other patrons and swatting away advances from men in their sixties on her way back to the back counter.

After a while, Y/N walked back with a plate of peach pie covered in a large scoop of vanilla ice cream and placed it in front of him.

“One large piece of fresh peach pie with a heaping scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream for the gentleman,” She said cheerfully and replenished his coffee.

He couldn’t help but smile at her, “Why on earth would you work here?” He asked bluntly, but with a soft chuckle at the end.

“Well, I got bills to pay. Just like everyone else.” She chuckled. “You ain’t got no bills?”

God, he’d do anything to hear Y/N laugh again.

“No, I don’t.”

“No bills at all?” She shook your head slightly, smiling still, thinking he’s joking.

“I have no reason to lie.”

She stared at him, not quite sure if she actually believed him or not. Most of her customers told her a few wild things here and there. But no one around these parts looked quite like him.

He was a behemoth of a man standing taller than the green giant on a can of peas, bigger and more muscular than those lumberjacks on those Brawny paper towels. His one arm was probably the size of one of her soft and plush thighs that seemed to be restricted on those skinny jeans she’s wearing.

“Aight.” She chuckled again. Her name was called, and she glanced at a group of young men about your age who dog-whistled and hollered at her. Y/N turned back around to Reacher and forced a smile, “You enjoy your pie, sir, I’ll be back in a bit with your bill. Just holler if you need anything, yeah?”

“You know them?” Reacher suddenly turned serious. His attention was on those young men who banged on the table, demanding that she serve them.

“I-I’m sorry about them, I’ll tell them to quiet down in a minute. They’re just a little rowdy-“

“That’s not what I asked. Do you know them?” He asked again, looking up at her. Her demeanor changed. Embarrassment. She could pick out that pleather jacket out from a crowd. 

Blushing slightly in embarrassment, she answered, “I know one of them… that one in the sport’s jacket. The rest are his little friends. But I’ll tell them to-“

Before she could finish, Reacher stood up from his seat, his mere size making you gasp. She hadn’t realized how large he actually was until he stood up, she hadn’t seen him when he first walked in.

“Sir- please you don’t have to talk to them, what are you doin-“

“Your name is Y/N?”

“Y-Yes…” she clutched the handle of the coffee pot to make sure she didn’t drop it. He glanced down at her and gave her a half-smirk, “Just go stay behind the counter and put the coffee back on the machine so it doesn’t get cold.”

Not knowing what to think, Y/N did what he asked, the other waitresses following suit, other customers either staying in their seats or moving away as they watched Reacher walk up to the group of rowdy young men who still tried to get your attention.

He grabbed a chair and sat it by the edge of the table and sat down. Even sitting down, his large body frame towered over them. He didn’t say anything at first but looked at them smugly for a moment as they all stared at him. 

The main culprit looked like he had a vein about to pop out of his forehead, “Can I help you?”

“Any reason you need Y/N to help you?”

“She’s a waitress, and I’ve been trying to get her number for a hot minute - she works here, of course she’s going to serve us.” He scoffed.

“I don’t appreciate you calling her over like she’s a dog, Pleather.”

—

“This will just sting a little-“

“Y/N, I’m fine-“

“No you ain’t, Reacher. Your brow and your lip is all busted up and that one guy had a knife.” Y/N shook her head as she cleaned up his brow with some alcohol and then put a small bandage on his forehead.

Reacher smiled at her the whole time as he let her patch him up. She’d taken him off to the side. Moaning in the distance outside, incoherent cursing could be heard from the parking lot as the group of young men eventually stood up from the ground and made it back to their car. The main culprit was hanging out in the parking lot, looking through the window at Y/N and Reacher. He spit on the ground before finally going back to his car.

“But I’m serious, Reacher… you ain’t have to do that…” Once she finished, Y/N put the extra bandages back in the First Aid kit and looked at him with concern.

“Well, I did it anyway. And last I checked, you’re not a dog.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile and then patted his shoulder. “You’re sweet. Sorry about your pie, the ice cream is all melted. I’ll get you a new one.”

“You eat that new one, I’ll eat mine.” Reacher was not one to waste food if he could help it - especially when trouble seemed to follow him. Smiling softly, she nodded and patted his shoulder before going back behind the counter and cutting her own slice of pie as Reacher walked back to his seat, waiting and watching as Y/N walked back and sat opposite of him.

Like teenagers, they couldn’t keep eye contact while trying to eat their peach pie.

“That was some military fightin’ back there, Reacher? Is it ok if I call you Reacher?” Y/N managed to muster out, clearing his throat and looking up at him.

Chuckling softly, Reacher nodded, “Yeah, I was in for a while.” He paused for a moment, watching her eat. The stories she must’ve heard from people. The restaurant was quiet again. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile. “Jack is fine too.”

“Jack? That’s your first name?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Jack Reacher.” She said. She was quiet for a second as she examined him. Taking in his appearance. Committing him to memory. She sucked the inside of her cheek as she tilted her head. Savoring his name, as if she took a bite of him like she did that pie. The sweetness in her voice dripping from her lips as she said his whole name. Sweeter than the half-eaten peach pies sitting before them.

“I like it. Hard to forget a name like that. It’s different. You stayin’ here long, Jack?” She scooped the last bit of pie and placed the spoon face down on her tongue, sucking off whatever peach pie remnants were left on the spoon before placing the spoon on her plate.

Very few people’s opinions mattered to Reacher, he barely knew Y/N but it made him smile when she said his name and that she liked his name. It gave him an unusual feeling. Couldn’t help but wonder what peach pie would taste like when it’s on her tongue. 

“Just passing through.” He leaned back once he finished his slice of pie, admiring the woman in front of him. Her lipgloss still glistened. Her eyes sparkled. Her breasts barely contained in her bra.

“That’s unfortunate. I would’ve loved to see you again, Jack.” She smiled when she took notice of him admiring her. It was a different type of admiration. “Can I call you?”

“Don’t have a phone.”

“Can I send you a letter?”

“Don’t have an address.”

“Well, damn, how will I talk to you and get to know you when you leave? Will this be the last I see of Jack Reacher, the man who saved my life?”

“I’ll come back tonight.” Reacher chuckled, smirking at her.

Y/N chuckled and then leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the table, making the softness in her breasts very obvious as they pressed up. “Is that so? Well, would you like me to tell you the dinner specials now or later?”

“What time to do you get off?”

“After dinner tonight. Would you like to join me for dinner?” 

“I should be asking you that.” Reacher mirrored her actions, leaning forward, his massive arms made of military grade steel rested on the table. Their faces were mere inches apart.

“Well, I asked first.”

Reacher wasn’t one to pursue women. But Y/N? From the little time he got to interact with her, he might hang around this little country town a little while longer.

TAG LIST

@redpool @mykneeshurt

[voukkake]

LORD HAVE MERCY!

[lenreli]

[redpool]

Reacher would never treat me like this.

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

GN reader x Reacher thots.

Warnings: choking mention; sir kink? Size kink; begging; blowjob insinuation; light smut; no use of Y/N, no gender, race, or physical description of reader; reader is smaller than Reacher(who isn’t?)

Ok but Jack Reacher caging you in as he smirks down at you. His broad palms splayed either side of your head. His blue-green eyes rake over your form slowly.

“Say it,” he growls, “Tell me what you need.”

“Need you,” your voice is hoarse as he dips his head to your ear, breath fanning out across your slick skin.

“Need me huh?” He laughs as he runs the plane of his nose against your cheek, “What do you need from me? Come on, details matter.”

“Need you to fuck me, Reacher please,” your voice is pathetic, breathy, as you beg.

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grazes your lobe with his teeth.

“No, Sir.”

“On your knees,” he growls as he wraps his broad hand around your neck, “Show me how much you need me.”

I want to write more Reacher so bad but I have so many WIPs

Wrote this while at a hair salon, the thirst is real.

@vi-notifs - follow and turn on notifications for updates to my work.

[detectivebambam]

btw Jack Reacher is autistic. if you even care

[godiva-duchess]

The chemistry in season 2 of Reacher was honestly immaculate. It worked so well and everyone had their part adding to the team. And for once I can agree about the platonic relationship/ friendship between Reacher and Neagley. I didn’t finish season 1 so I didn’t know she appeared in season 1. But she’s my FAVORITE out of season 2. She’s obviously his right hand and even though she calls him boss, she’s his equal.

I did go back and watch her scenes from season 1 and they got butt ass naked in front of of each other and it was nothing. No lingering looks ( as they did look at each other to discuss what happened as they changed) or sexual undertones at all. But the friendship, respect and love is there.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Two ways I’d describe the “Reacher” series (as someone who has read a few of the books):

1) Imagine if BBC Sherlock replaced Benedict Cumberbatch with either Channing Tatum, Chris Hemsworth or Jason Momoa. They also updated Sherlock to match the change in the actor’s physicality.

2) A cheesy romance novel where the protagonist is the hot, beefy, badass man with a mysterious background instead of the headstrong, intelligent woman who can fix him.

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Canon Aces 277/?: Frances Neagley (Maria Sten) Reacher 2x1 ATM (2023)

[free-space-for-myself]

Alan Ritchson fancast for Clint Barton a.k.a Hawkeye

Size comparision Alan Ritchson is 6′ 3″ (1.91 m) and Tom Cruise is 5′ 7″ (1.72 m)

[dungeonsdragonstdelinquents]

I’m actually surprised there’s no reacher fanart…it feels so strange being in this fandom deadzone

[academicelephant]

Reacher: What's with the bag, Russo? Russo: It's a bag of none of your fucking business. So feel free to root around in there, grab a handful of none of your fucking business, and show it up your ass!

[lenreli]

FERDINAND KINGSLEY as A.M.

Reacher ↳ 2.01, "ATM"

[redpool]

I love the dynamic that Reacher, Neagley & O'Donnell have.

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Reacher Drabble/Blurb - Ambigous Gender/GN Reader

SFW, fluff, food mentions, cooking, eating out(no, not that way this time). GN reader/complete blank slate for reader. No race, age, name, no Y/N, reader can cook (how well? Who knows, but Reacher doesn't care!). Just a bit of something that came to mind. I will write more reacher someday for real. Looking at doing a NSFW one too - let me know if you'd be interested in that? More under the cut! 550~ Words

Reacher loves watching you sleep in. He’s an early riser, way too early for your night owl tendencies. But it means he gets to watch your mouth part as you breathe, your eyes fluttering under your lids as he props his head up on his hand. He loves watching you wake. Especially the way your eyes flutter open, soft and groggy with sleep. He cups your cheek, his large hand almost swallowing your face as he rubs his thumb softly over your cheekbone. “Morning,” he rumbles, “I made you coffee.”

Reacher loves the shower pressure in your ensuite. He can stand under it for hours, not that he does, he doesn’t like wasting water. He sings softly to himself sometimes. He thinks your still fast asleep, but you lie there, eyes closed as you listen to him sing a soft blues number. It’s not perfect, he can’t quite hit some of the high notes, but it’s the passion he puts into it that you love. The moment the faucet shuts off you roll over and pretend you’re none the wiser.

Reacher loves being the little spoon, no matter how awkward it can be. Sometimes, as the rain beats down outside, pelting at the windows as lightning forks across the sky, you’ll curl into his large form from behind. You feel the low reverberation through your chest as he hums contentedly. “Thank you,” he murmurs as he holds your palm against his abdomen, securing you to him as you do your best to make him feel safe.

Reacher hates photos, but the few you do have together are his greatest possessions. His favourite, the one he keeps in his wallet, is a picture from your first anniversary dinner. You’re both dressed up in fancy clothes, having planned a night at on the town. By eight o’clock you were in a diner, stuffing your faces with trash comfort food and more importantly – pie. You insisted that you needed to take a picture and the nice diner waitress obliged. You smile up at him from his wallet, the two of you holding your favourite deserts as you pose for the camera.

Reacher hates being away from you. It messes with his mind. But he can’t stay for long, the urge to move and keep moving too strong a call for him to ignore. He sends you letters, nothing fancy, nothing trite. Just simple things, checking in on you, how work is going, if you want to catch a movie when he next stops by. You keep all these letters, postcards, and other small gifts and photographs in a shoebox under your bed.

Reacher loves it when you cook for him, you’re always making him try new things. He was hesitant at first, but after two dinners that left him so full he couldn’t move, he was hooked. Now, every time you two reunite he has a whole list for you to try together. He’s even taken to helping prep the vegetables and clean the dishes after. Anything to help you, even if it is a little selfish.

Reacher loves you, even if it’s not always easy to say it. He knows you know it, and he hopes you love him too.

Let me know what you think, do you want more? A NSFW version? Drop me a comment!