i loveeeee themm,m. i love them i l oe the,m i love tjem.

shes pretty

I have not been drawing anything spicy and it would not be located on my twitter under the same name

definitely not

Reagan doodles! 🍔

I got incredibly carried away 👀 "simple" went out the window super quick but it came out (imo) super nice!

i have a new crush...

i recommend you watch inside job its funny and it has my wife reagan in it !!

lets start off with a reagan

God she's so pretty *draws her*

This did take a bit longer than I had originally intended it to, but it's ✨ DONE !!✨

💖 Reagan Ridley x Reader 🥼 (NSFW) [Link to Archive of Our Own]

definitely not plotting something for AO3 and it's definitely not taking longer than expected.

Another filler post that has zero association with the fic I've been working on wOO

anyways you and Reagan smoke some weed, so obligatory CW for weed.

✨ Reagan Ridley x Reader 🥼

x - - - - - - - - - - - - - x The couch let out a heavy creak as you flopped onto it, letting out a heavy sigh as you relaxed for a moment. "Wow, comfortable already?" Reagan teased, sitting next to you before sprawling out in her own way, just a comfortable distance from you. She still wasn't too big on affection and touch, but it was something the two of you were working on together. She can manage to hold your hand and give you very, very short-lived hugs, but that's about it. There's mutual respect between the two of you that she has boundaries and you're comfortable not crossing them until she expresses she's ready. No rush, no biggie. "It's the weekend, hell yeah I'm going to get comfortable," you replied, picking up your phone and checking the time. "It's still early.. Like.. Shit, a little after seven." She yawned back, stretching out her legs onto your ottoman. It was another mutual agreement that you'd spend more time at your place. Reagan had made it clear in the past that you didn't need to meet her dad juuust yet, and based on what you'd heard? That didn't bother you one bit. Plus just being at your own house is so much more comfortable. Nothing could beat sweatpants, take-out, and whatever sounded good on TV. "Yknow, Rea, I did buy pot but I don't know if you're-" "A smoker?" she cut you off. "Oh please, I spend enough time around Andre that I've inhaled worse just second-hand." You snorted, sitting up and making your way to your bedroom, gathering up what you could before shuffling back to your living room, your hands full. You'd brought in your bong, stash jar, and two lighters so you wouldn't have to pester one another about passing the lighter with the bong. Setting your things on the table next to the couch, you grabbed a scrap paper and a nug, making quick work of it and having it broken down quickly and loaded into the bowl. You swiped the bong up, set the bowl in and flicked the lighter, taking a rip as thick plumes of smoke filled the air in the apartment, wafting up into the ceiling fan where the blades were quick to disperse it. Like that, the smoke was gone, and it was Reagan's hit. She gingerly took the glass from your hand, eyeing it for a second. "Give me a sec, it's been a bit since I actually hit a bong." "No, no, don't worry," you gave her an assuring smile. "Need me to light it for you?" She scoffed, a light pink covering her nose bridge. "I can do it myself, thank you," Reagan lit the bowl and took a hit, choking herself out in the process. She quickly lost it, hastily handing you the bong before her arm flew to her face to catch her violent choking, coughing up plumes of smoke that floated to their demise in the ceiling fan blades. "G-God, DAMN, h-holy fucking shit-" she breathed, coughs forcing from her throat. "Ugh.. I can't take rips like you do," she groaned, her voice a little raspy as she leaned back into the couch. "Tapping out?" You asked, giving the lighter a flick. All your girlfriend could muster at that moment was to shake her head 'no', prompting you to take another hit, holding onto the bong for a moment to give Reagan a moment to recover before trying to pass it back to her. After that, it wouldn't be shocking if she could already feel it. "Hookay, I think I'm ready," she sat up, slowly taking the bong and attempting another rip, this time not pulling as hard, before pulling the bowl. She exhaled, only coughing a little here and there. "Told you I could do it-" she smiled weakly, fighting back the urge to cough into her sleeve. "And you feel?" you took the now cashed bong, setting it on the table. It didn't take long before you noticed she had slowly made her way closer to you. You didn't mind, it was just something to note. "Feeling... pretty good," she murmured, now pressed up against you. Her head lazily rolled on top of yours, and you didn't fight her. Whatever strain you'd picked up was potent enough for more than a good head change. You felt quite nice yourself, beginning to settle into the couch. Reagan reached up, pulling

the blanket up off the top of the couch before attempting to unfold it and lying it over the two of you. "Yknow.. You're awful feely," your face instinctively pressed into her chest, a heartbeat greeting your ears. "Something-something, smoked weed," she pulled you closer. "Less talky, more enjoy the moment."

Hi hi! I was wondering if you’ll be having a continuation of ur warm up post bc I fell in love with ur writing and we do need more reagan content 😩

Hey! Thank you sm, I'm glad you enjoyed my writing!! c: I'm hoping to continue the fic as a whole, so def expect more parts as I find time! The second part was posted a little bit ago! [link here!]

more gay for Reagan content bc we need more of it and I’m pining also kind of a continuation of my previous post here: (lprevious post) *Asks are now open and I’ve got a carrd on my blog if you’re looking for my rules about asks! Give that a peep if you’re interested 👀 (carrd link)

but anyways, I'm still rusty so maybe this'll hold some water lol

✨ Reagan Ridley x Reader 🥼

x - - - - - - - - - - - - - x Another day, another 'what the fuck is going to happen today.' You'd made it three months into the job, and unlike the dozens of other people who started around the same time you did, you hadn't suffered any truly severe mental breakdowns quite yet. There was a vague memory in the back of your head about company statistics regarding the amount of new recruits that lose their mind within their first few weeks, and you'd overcome this stigma the other employees had put in you. Between all of what you experienced within the first three months, at this point there was so much trauma to be uncovered that we may as well just keep digging deeper. Why not stay? You got to experience what was quite literally a major collapse of the company and then quite literally the chopping block resulting from the aftermath of 'ROBOTUS'. That was.. Something, yeah.

But, you finally had a place in the company that you really excelled at; Media Manipulation. Within the three months you'd spent in the department, it's been a lot more interesting than you'd ever think. There was something surreal about seeing where memes and popular trends are artificially inflated to reach the masses with mental propaganda. But, on the lighter scale of your job, Gigi likes you. The head of the department actually knows you exist in the crowd of faces the office offers, which could work out positively for you job-wise. In the back of your mind, there was also an idea stirring around. It didn't take you long to decipher which employees were considered "more important", and Gigi was one of them. Not only that, but so is Reagan Ridley. The thought of her made your heart sink into your stomach for a moment before a warm anxiety spread through your chest soon after. Ever since your first day, meeting her in that elevator was just the beginning of the absolutely debilitating crush you'd developed on her. You couldn't help but remember the brief moment she had interviewed you about your position in the department when she was looking for someone to fire. The way her gaze held yours. She honestly intimidated you a bit, both being your boss and your crush.

You pulled your hands up to your face, resting your elbows on your desk as you rubbed the exhaustion from your eyes. Sitting and scrolling through Twitter for the last two hours had not only rotted your brain out of your ears but your will to live along with it. With a huff, you raised from your office chair to stretch, your eyes falling across the room and through the glass wall that separated the department from the rest of the office. People and creatures all intermingled together, even in offices that were in eye-shot. Flopping back down in your chair, you took a chug of your water before slouching back down to continue sanding your brain down with whatever would pass your time. The door pushed open, causing you to jump out of your daze and immediately look alive. Gigi had come back, Reagan in tow. The two seemed to be lost in a discussion, walking into the office without even glancing at those working around them. Your gaze seemed to just... follow her. From the door to across the office, you couldn't help but just stare. How round and soft her face looked, her big expressive eyes, albeit tired. Even though it was messy, you couldn't help but wonder how soft her hair was when she took it out of that ponytail... There was hotness overtaking your cheeks as you lower yourself back down into your seat, heart pounding. Again, just. Debilitating. You'd just freeze and stare, unsure one what to do or say. Reagan and Gigi seemed to have looped around fairly quickly, their voices steadily getting louder as they began to approach the exit door again. 'Oh god. She's coming back around. What do I do? What do I do? What do I-' your mind racing. You felt your body just tense from the nervousness building up in your chest. A snap brought you back to Earth. You blinked out of your panicked daze, only to look up and see Reagan and Gigi both locked directly on you. Reagan must've snapped you back because she was already standing awful close to your seat. They both looked concerned. "You were staring pretty hard there. You feeling alright?" Gigi raised an eyebrow at you. "Your face is entirely red." "Maybe they need to lie down-" you could hear Reagan echo behind her. "N-No, I'm fine! Thanks though, really," you wiped the sweat that had formed on your brow off with your sleeve. "Really, I'm perfectly fine." You could tell neither of them were really convinced. "Alright, well, keep yourself together. You've come this far without a breakdown, you can keep going-" Gigi trailed off as her and Reagan made their way to the door. "Why do you even have them on Twitter? No wonder they're breaking down," You could hear Reagan echo behind her as they made their way out and the door slammed shut behind them, immediately sending you crashing back down into your chair. What the hell was THAT?! Embarrassing is what it was, like holy shit that was bad.You looked like you were going to pass out in your swivel seat. How would you ever recover from something like /that?/