#Reagan Ridley x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

[Reagan and Myc verbally arguing]

Reagan : Hold that fucking thought!

[Reagan walks away from myc and walks towards Y/N, Reagan plops her head onto his chest making Y/N happily hugs her]

Reagan : ......

Reagan : ......Okay that's enough thanks–

[Reagan immediately walks back towards myc and both starts arguing again]

Glenn : .....Why did she do that?

M!Reader : Recharging

[faithsxoxo]

hi ! i hope you’re having a good day :) could you write a reagan ridley x fem/gn reader one shot, totally up to you ! i don’t really have anything in mind so feel free to play around with it however you like, would love if it had a bunch of fluff though ! thank you sm, stay hydrated and take care of yourself <33

pairings :: reagan ridley x fem!reader (established relationship) warnings :: none note :: my girl needs WAY more wlw appreciation (i love her)

The mechanical door to Reagan's office slams open, making you flinch. The brunette storms in, clutching a pile of crumpled papers.

"Hey, Reag, you alright?" You stand from your designated spot near her desk.

"I'm fine. No big deal, just my dad screwing me over as always," She grumbles. "He's decided that my work from the past month isn't up to 'Ridley standard' so I have to redo it all."

You can see Reagan visibly crumple as she flips through the pages she spent so long on. You didn't have a clue what any of it was about, but you knew it was complicated.

"I'm sorry," You whisper as you wrap your arms around her torso.

"It's not your fault," She mumbles, leaning into your touch.

"I know. Maybe I could help?" You rest your head in the crook of her neck. "We can go home.. have a spa day.. watch a movie.. stop worrying about this bullshit."

Reagan grins softly and shakes her head. "Tempting, but I have a deadline."

With that you can see the shift in her demeanor. She frowns and pulls away from your hold, reaching for the papers once again.

"No," You grab her arm and gently pull her away. "Not happening. We're going home if you like it or not."

"But-"

"No. I suddenly came on with an illness because I spent too long in the genetics department, and you came to take care of me. No buts," You link her arm with yours and lead her to the door.

"Twenty four hours, no work. Got it?" You give Reagan a stern look.

She shakes her head with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. Got it."

Barely twenty minutes later, Reagan is sitting cross legged in front of you.

"Ugh, it's cold," She winces as you apply the face mask.

"Its hydrating. Alright, pick out a movie. I'm gonna go check on the popcorn," You finish with a peck on the lips, before skipping off to the kitchen of your small apartment. She had only moved in with you a few months prior, for your one year anniversary. Reagan had been desperate to escape from living with her dad any longer.

You take a moment to admire her while shes distracted. Reagan in her full beauty, splayed out on your cream couch. Her face is painted green, yet in your eyes she's still the pinacle of perfection. You take note of how relaxed she looks compared to the tense bundle of nerves she had been previously.

"Are you going to get the popcorn or are you going to keep ogling me?" Reagan calls across the room.

"I dont know, ogling seems pretty tempting," You grin back.

She rolls her eyes with a small huff, but you can see the corners of her lips turning up slightly. You swiftly grab the popcorn and return to your place on the couch.

"Hey," She grins softly at you as you curl into her side.

"Hey. What movie did you pick out?"

"Space Jam."

"Ugh, seriously?" You shake your head and giggle.

"What?" Reagan protests. "It's a good movie!"

"Suuuure. You gonna bring out your old prom dress with it?" You tease.

She smacks you on the arm playfully.

"It would be an honor to see me in that dress, I don't think you deserve it."

"Oh, right, after I've spent all this time giving you a spa day this is how you treat me," You cross your arms and begin to pull away.

"Maybe I'll just go eat popcorn by myself."

Reagan pulls you back towards her, wrapping her arms around your midsection.

"Too late, you're stuck with me," She announces, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You sigh, leaning back into her.

"I guess I can live with that."

Reagan turns on the movie as you snuggle into her. With the dim light of the TV, both of you eventually drift off in eachothers arms, finally in complete peace.

[ben-pincus]

reagan ridley as your partner would include

• meaningless but cute inventions when u complain about somethjng

• for example if you complain about the tv remote being too far away she’ll install legs on the remote or something

• staring as a love language

• watching cheesy rom coms until the ungodly hours of the morning with her

• stalking peoples social media and talking shit about them

• actually, just talking shit about people in general!

• hacking little kids on roblox

• rand being a cheeky fucker

• getting a cat together, because i firmly believe reagan ridley is a proud cat lover

• facetiming on the toilet

• domestic dates, she’s not a fan of places with big crowds

• shit talking her dad

• crisp packets and soda cans. EVERYWHERE.

• “diabetes central” movie nights, consisting of a lot of sweets that could give a person diabetes

[hurlingsupport]

Can we get a part two of Late-Afternoon Meting?! I need more fr

More Reagan!!!

"Late-Evening Date" (Reagan Ridley x Gender Neutral Reader One-shot)

<- Prequel

You tap the table in boredom, eyes searching the small restaurant for any sign of the woman you're waiting on. The cup of tea you had ordered was already emptied. However, you didn't ask for another in fear of filling yourself up before dinner. Well, not that the cups were very big in the first place. Maybe it wouldn't hurt?

You groan, leaning back in your chair in an attempt to pull yourself away from the idea. Where the hell is -

The doors to the restaurant burst open just as your mind wanders, a panicked woman's eyes meeting yours before she's running towards you. Her dress is nice, albeit a bit scratched up with some suspicious red stains. Her hair was down too, slight waves apparent now that it wasn't tied back.

"So, sorry. I, uh..." Reagan spared a glance down at herself, grimacing at her appearance. "I can, um, change? I don't really -"

"You look pretty." You interrupt, leaning your cheek against your hand as you look up at her. You watch her eyes widen, fingers fiddling with the gun in her hand.

"So... it's okay?" She's inching closer to the booth, although still reluctant.

"Yeah. You might want to put that away, though." You point towards the weapon in her hands, and it seems she only notices the fearful stares she's getting now that you're mentioning it.

"Oh my god," she curses, shoving it into her purse before taking a seat across from you. "I swear I meant to get here sooner. I got caught up in some things, and uh, as you can see, there were some disagreements."

She pauses, face pulling into a frown as yours continues to stare at her with a happy expression.

"Are you not angry?" She asks quietly.

"Reagan, we work at the same place." You remind her.

She holds her hands together awkwardly, looking around the restaurant for a waiter. "I know that, it's just..."

"Just what?" You implore, spotting a waiter and waving them over. You order a dish for yourself, looking towards Reagan as she orders something as well. Once the waiter leaves, Reagan's staring at you again.

"I mean, I haven't seen you lately." She admits, face reddening. "I know we're both full-grown adults,"

"Yeah."

"And I know we both have jobs to do, especially with Cognito Inc." Her eyes fall to the table.

"Mhm."

"But, uh, I missed you." She practically whispers.

"We talked yesterday, Reagan."

"Work conversations aren't really conversations." She insists.

"Well, I missed you too." Your hands grab hers, intertwining your fingers atop the table. "Next time we should do something at my place."

"What?" Reagan sputters.

"You wanted to replicate my style of robotics, didn't you? I have my blueprints at home, and we can work on it together." You beam at her.

"Oh! Right, of course." Her nervous smile disappears, replaced by a relaxed grin. "I'd - I'd love that."

"Me too." You respond, the two of you inching closer and closer, until -

"Did you want a refill on your tea?"

The both of you jump, falling back into your seats in surprise.

"Uh, yes, thank you." You smile timidly at the waiter.

"And, could I get a coffee, please?" Reagan adds.

The waiter leaves after writing your requests down, and a silence falls over the two of you.

"You look nice." Reagan's hands meet yours once more, rubbing your knuckles gently.

"Thanks." A smile stretches across your face as you watch Reagan fiddle with your hands.

It's a great dinner, despite the awkward moments where there was nothing to be said. However, given the giggles that would fall from your guys' lips every time that occurred, it didn't seem to mess up the evening too much. The night ends quicker than you expect it to, and before you know it, you're standing outside the restaurant with your coworker.

"Was your coffee good?" You ask suddenly because you never tried the coffee at this place. Not that you drank coffee much at all. Perhaps you were just interested in what Reagan had to say about it.

"I guess. I really just drink it for the caffeine, so the taste doesn't matter to me." She explains, pulling your jacket tighter against her chest. It was a little chilly out. "Was your tea good?"

You hum, taking a second or two to respond. "Yeah, I might have added too much sugar, though."

You're well aware of the fact that the both of you are stalling, but you don't mind. Your hand is held tightly in hers as the two of you lean against the wall of the building. You're not sure if there were busses this late.

"Are you -" Reagan pauses, brushing some stray strands of hair behind her ear. Her free hand messes with the strands, twisting and pulling anxiously. "Do you need a ride?"

Reagan, unlike you, has a car. You're probably supposed to be ashamed of it, but despite that, you thank yourself for your lack of free time giving you this chance.

"Yeah, thanks, Reagan." You squeeze her hand, walking with her as she makes her way towards the parked vehicle.

"Of course." She murmurs.

The ride is rather silent, but not awkwardly so. Your eyelids grow heavy as you sit in the passenger seat. You can see Reagan's tired as well, although more so due to her endeavors before the date. It's not long before she's pulling into your driveway, in fact, you don't even notice until she shakes your shoulders.

"We're here." She says quietly, and you're tempted to fall right back to sleep at the sound of her voice. However, you know Reagan's tired, and you'd hate to keep her awake for longer than she needs to be. Especially considering her streak of all-nighters.

You hum in response, sitting up and unbuckling your seatbelt. Your hand finds the handle of the door, but something within stops you from opening the door.

Turning back towards the driver's seat, you lean over the center console, grabbing onto it with one hand for stability and turning Reagan's head with your other hand.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask, eyes watching as Reagan's shocked expression morphs into a more serene one.

"Yeah." Her words are muffled as she leans forward sooner than they escape her.

It's short, more than you'd like it to be, but the sweetness that comes with it makes up for it. Well, in reality, the kiss was quite bitter. You could taste the remnants of Reagan's coffee, the earthy taste lingering on your tongue as you both pull away. Despite this, you can't help but feel it's the sweetest kiss you've had.

"You definitely added too much sugar." Reagan laughs, leaning in closer, yet not allowing your lips to meet.

A snicker escapes you, "Reagan," you call with a smile.

She meets your eyes, her gaze intense from your proximity. "Yeah?"

"Don't forget to give my jacket back to me tomorrow." You softly tug on the fabric, and Reagan takes the chance to lean even closer.

"If I do forget, will you come to my place?" You can feel the smile on her lips as they meet yours.

"With your dad there? Hell no." You laugh, pushing her back when she tries to wrap her arms around you.

"I can kick him out." She offers, hands latching onto your shirt.

"Reagan." You warn, but it comes off as playful with the laughter falling from your mouth.

"Fine! Your house then?" Her words are met with a groan as you finally escape her grasp and open the passenger door.

You lean down before closing it, giving the woman a smile. "Bye, Reagan."

She holds a similar smile, although it's certainly more nervous than yours. "Bye."

With that, you close the door, waving her goodbye until her car is completely out of your sight. Once it is, you make your way towards your door, unlock it, and throw your shoes off as soon as it closes behind you. Normally, you'd brush your teeth before going to bed, but you feel as if you're going to collapse in exhaustion.

So instead, you plop onto your bed, still in your formal clothes, and drift off. You're probably going to hate yourself in the morning for it, but at least they're work appropriate. Plus, now you have a totally professional conversation with Reagan to look forward to.

[sin-sidejob]

C O N T A C T I N G …

…Doctor Reagan Ridley

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| Dr. Reagan Ridley Masterlist / main masterlist

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Fanfics / Ficlets

Halloween

₊˚.༄ afab / NSFW / length: ??? / mad scientist reagan

Oral Preferences

₊˚.༄ afab / NSFW / how she likes to eat you out

Sub!Reagan

₊˚.༄ gn/ NSFW / you let her take a break

National Girlfriend's Day

₊˚.༄ gn + afab / NSFW / you let reagan be a pillow princess

Drabbles

₊˚. Valentine’s

₊˚. New Years

₊˚. Body worship

Headcanons

༄ you flash your tits in an argument

༄ what she watches

༄ fancast for Reagan

༄ giving head

༄ touch sensitivity

༄ her preference for your nails

༄ NSFW headcanons

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STEP RIGHT IN

… THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW

[cognitosclowns]

I wanna fall asleep with these freaks 💓🥺

I am the eepiest sleepiest little guy of all time and this activated a Worm in my Brain so this is gonna get SO LONG AMSDNAMSND

sfw!! just snuggles and soft things

Reagan

Not extremely cuddly? She likes her personal space!

That doesn't mean she never wants cuddles, she's just gotta be in a particular Mood for it!

Most nights, she wants to be kinda,, gently curled into your arm?? just a loose grip around it w/ her own, cheek resting on your bicep.

She talks in her sleep, but it's very quiet. Usually it's just her going through her schedule for tmrw (does she?? dream of work in her sleep???), but occasionally, you'll hear her mumbling about how much she loves you <333

Yes, it's just as cute as it sounds. She has no memory of it in the morning, but if you bring it up, she'll get this flustered little Half-Smile alllll morning <3

She falls asleep so fast. if you wanna be cute w/ her while cozied in bed I'm so sorry, the second she feels Safe and Warm and Cozy in your vicinity she's passing out for 4-12 hours ✨✌🏻

It's alright, you know she needs her rest <3 besides, that just opens up options for you two to be soft and shmoopy in the morning

Brett

Unsurprisingly, the cuddliest guy of all time. He would be inside your ribcage if the opportunity was provided KJASDKASJD

He really likes?? laying on your chest and stomach?? he likes to be significantly further down. occasionally you'll just,, barely see his hair and the top of his forehead peaking out from the covers from how low he gets

it's just so comfy! he likes The Noises and Warmth and Vague Suffocation that comes w/ sleeping w/ his head under the covers, resting against your torso <3

He smiles so much in his sleep. you didn't think ppl did that outside of movies, but he totally does <3 usually only when he's having a particularly good dream.

OH ALSO HIS BED IS SO FUCKING COZY

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS MAN DOESN'T QUILT. HE HAS SO MANY BEAUTIFUL HAND-MADE QUILTS AND BLANKETS AND KNITTED SHIT IN HIS BED. I hope you like being cozy bc you're gonna be The Coziest Of All Time.

He also sleeps with stuffed animals! He always did as a child bc his treehouse was always cold as hell, and the habit just stayed with him!

they're so well-kept and soft all these years later <3 usually he just keeps them at the foot of the bed, bc it makes him feel safe to, but occasionally he'll bring a couple up for you two to snuggle <3 You Are Never Too Old To Snuggle A Stuffed Bear Don't Like To Yourself.

Andre

A Nightmare (affectionate)

not only is his sleep schedule Entirely Batshit, but he has so much trouble falling asleep. expect lots of tossing and turning

he does settle a lot thought when you hold him!! Don't hold too close, he still needs to squirm a lot to actually fall asleep

You're also the only person that he gets a full nights sleep with <3 he usually ends up waking up in the night, his mind starts working on smth, and he doesn't go back to sleep <3 but with you, it's almost instantaneous.

A little Jump, a bit of squirming to get into a comfortable position, and then off to seeb again <3 it's nice to see just how safe he feels around you <3

Expect plenty of early morning/late night convos <3 hell even middle of the night convos, where he hasn't realised that he fell asleep and instantly hops back into Whatever He Was

He also has such a habit of. Continuing Conversations From His Dream. like he'll just grab your arm and start talking about Yes I'm Sure If We Distilled It Enough We Could Make Whiskey Out Of Lighter Fluid Myc before passing out cold MASNFASMFJ

TLDR. squirmy silly man, but also enjoyable to seeb with.

Gigi

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers

SO COZY HOLY SHIT

I refuse to believe she doesn't have a Big Comfy Bed. Silk covers, big thick duvet, more pillows that she knows what to do with. The bed is 3 times the size of her so when you catch her snuggled up in bed she truly just looks like those photos of Very Small Puppies in Very Large Beds MNASDMASND

So cuddly <3 you wouldn't expect it, since she makes a point of being seen as very Untouchable and Independent, but she loves to be held.

Her ideal state is nuzzled under your chin, feeling your pulse through your neck <333 a leg hooked around yours to make sure you're nice and close.

She takes a while to fall asleep, so she likes to go to bed early! Feel free to join her at any time, she'll just be dozing <3

If you do join her when she goes to bed, expect some,, very soft, lovey-dovey moments. she looks utterly adorable, all bundled up in her cozy little slightly-too-poofy nightgown and eye mask.

She Deserves 1000000 Cheek Smooches Or Else You Shall Die Of Love Disease <- her favourite part of the night. she will start giggling the moment she feels your lips on her cheeks and neck.

kisses her 1000. she's the most

Myc

HE OWNS A WATERBED I KNOW THIS FUCKING MAN OWNS A WATERBED

A FREEFLOW WATERBED TOO. NO SUPPORT IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE FLOATING.

It's actually pretty comfortable after you get used to it. you see the appeal, it's kinda got that Sensory Deprivation Tank feeling of weightless floating <3

Expect to be utterly Mummified in tentacles AKSDJASKJ

He insists that it's so that you don't go tossing and turning in your sleep and knock his ass off the bed but. You See Through His Lies You Understand. You See The Jackassery At Play Here.

OUGHEEE he has such a habit of like. swirling his tentacles gently around your skin. Not necessarily stroking back and forth, moreso massaging? if you have any knots in your back, thighs, or arms, they're gonna be gone by morning.

Fairly quiet? That doesn't mean silent though, he absolutely talks while you two drift off to sleep, but it's all in very quiet tones. A Little Shit, But Lovingly. (you may. gently have to bop him on the head and tell him to Shut The Hell Up Its 3 Am Goddamn Not Everyone's Job Is Just Sitting Around Getting Jacked Off MANSDMASNDMANSDMN)

Glenn

He snores like a foghorn I'm so sorry. the old man of all time

If you can look past that though, he's so fucking delightful to sleep with <33 most especially bc he loves when you lay on him

he says smth about how it Helps Unfuck His Back, but you're at least 45% sure that that isn't the main reason

(and you're right, it isn't <3 he just loves feeling your weight on him)

He loves just,, leaving a hand against your back, running up and down as you settle in to sleep <33 before leaving it to rest on the small of your back <33 love is so real and true.

his tail wags in his sleep

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

You'll see this most when he's sleeping on his stomach, bc when he's on his back his tail can't move, and on his side Everything Hurts At All Times KAJDKASJ

You'll see it squirm around the most when you're touching him <3 if you run your hands through his hair, or trace patterns on his back that things gonna be WHIPPING like a wheatstalk in a hurricane.

^ this also applies to. early morning and late night cuddles. in the morning its more of a,, slow waggle? like you'll just see it gently twitching under the bed, while you place kisses on his cheek BAWBBABWBABW <- if I talk about his tail any more we'll never be done

just the guy of all time <3 go sleep with that old man go do it go do it now go go go go g

JR

Let Him Sleep On The Booba

Truly he sleeps best with his face buried in your chest. what can he say, it's cozy as hell.

his ideal state is being Unconscious. A Coma. Laying horizontally being fed nutrients through a tube. He will nap on you at any possible moment

It's one of the time's he feels Truly Safe? Like he's constantly having to run around doing what the Shadow Board wants, doing what Rand wants, etc. Sometimes You Just Need A Little Nap With Your Partner To Be Okay Again

He IS freezing cold I refuse to believe otherwise. he runs Ice Cold and it takes him 15 minutes to warm up. feels a bit like cuddling a corpse until your body heat brings him back to Human Levels Of Warmth.

The things we do for love smh MNSFGKFAJSFGKSDJ

stupid rich expensive bed. imported silk sheets. mathematically optimised mattress designed in a lab to give him The Best Sleep Possible. he's rich enough to buy several countries, he might as well put it to use.

Alpha-Beta

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers part 2

He's such a heavy sleeper MY GOD. If you couldn't hear his internal systems whirring and clicking you'd think he was dead KJDSAKFJASDKFJDSA

It isn't really his fault - his 'sleep cycle' likes to be done in one solid stretch, to avoid file corruption, which means. His body just,, won't wake him up unless it senses Active Danger to himself or you.

It's fine! He'll wake up if the house is on fire. Probably.

'aww you're such an old man <3' <- he's going to push you into a woodchipper AKSGJSAKDJFKSDFGJ

He's so warm and cozy <3

Upside, personal heater during the winter. Downside, summer is hell for both of you (Upside, he sleeps mostly naked in summer to avoid Dying of Death Disease)

Hold him <3 hold him he won't ask but he loves being held, even more than he loves holding you (which is. Saying Something). The second he feels your arms wrap around him, maybe one of your hands gently fussing with his hair? Out like a light <3 its sweet, all those unspoken ways that shows how much he loves you <3

ABWBABWBAB I swear I did an ask like this before but. I don't care this was so cute. If you have any additions, go nuts!

[riddleymethis]

Another night another inside job brainrot

Inside job characters and pets they'd get with reader!

(Hcs for Brett, Reagan, Andre, and Gigi)

Brett:

- This feels pretty predictable but you guys would get a dog.

- Honestly at this point it just feels like there's two dogs in the house bc they have the same exact energy levels

- you have no complaints though! You love your bf and you love your dog so you're more than willing to deal with the energy levels

- you guys can take the dog on walks together which has led to a lot of nice moments of just. Peacefulness together.

- Alternatively: I think he'd love any bird in the parrot family? Maybe a cockatiel bc of the hair LOL

- Brett's urge to laugh at you teaching the bird cuss words vs telling you to not teach the bird to greet everyone with "What the fuck?!"

- you want to name your pet smth actually normal bur he talks you into naming it after some stupid animal pun based off a movie character

- idk honestly I think he'd really like to take care of any kind of pet that likes lots of engagement with you♡ leafs to lots of stuff together!

Reagan:

- Also pretty self explanatory, but a cat

- it takes awhile to convince her. She already shoulders a lot of work, plus the last pets she had were the turtles from her childhood which didn't. Go Well.

- but eventually you're able to convince her by the power of Being Annoying On Purpose

- she's basically the "I don't want a cat" vs walking into the room to see her baby talking the cat kinda energy

- it's not that she doesn't like cats at all, just the energy required to own one is what put her off initially, but now that the furball is in the home she is so in love with the small creature

- she just honestly likes the semi-independence of it. She likes that she can get any leftover work done at home whole the cat will entertain itself.

- plus have u ever had a cat sleep on your chest after a stressful day? God's work 🙏

- meanwhile you are the opposite. You will hug that cat all day. ITS NOT YOUR FUALT ITS SO FLUFFY AND CUTE

- cue lots of distant "MeooOW??" in another room that Reagan hears everytime you pick it up

- "Stop picking the fucking cat up like a baby!" "Tell it to stop being baby shaped then, idiot."

- You guys spend hours thinking of a good name and then just decide on something really stupid like "fishstick"

Andre:

- Honestly? Seems like a reptile kinda guy?? You'd guys probably get anything from something as small as a leopard gecko to a fucking python snake

- ok but. Snake.

- u both decide to name it smth dumb as hell like "Noodle"

- Andre is actually? Surprisingly very well educated in snake care.

- Like, he actually has made sure that everything from cage size to temperature to food is right. He's really been interested in them for a long time.

- meanwhile u just like the fact that the front of a snake face looks like ":]"

- people can just walk by you two working on something in your lab and there's just. A huge fucking snake slithering over your guys' arms and back.

Gigi:

- FERRET.

- I can't explain this one. It's a fucking ferret. Is fluffy. Is noodle. Are you jokester?

- you let Gigi take full liberty of naming it because you trust her to come up with something fitting

- you will both drop whatever your doing to just watch your ferret in silence as the run up and down one of those little play tube tunnels.

- the ferret definitely picks favorites and it's Gigi. Everytime you walk into a room, it's wrapped over Gigi's shoulders

- getting it the most obnoxious colored harness and walking it.

- people give you guys strange looks, but you don't mind. You're just happy to have your gf and your demon child of a ferret♡

[tokosparrow]

haiiaisii :3 hope youre doing okay! could u write a reagan ridley x fem! reader who works as an assassin for jr? thank you and have a nice dayyy!!!!

a/n: haiiihaii :DD i���m doing great since finals are coming up!! i hope you’re doing great also anon >:)!!

extra info!: reader is fem coded :D!!

> falling for jr’s personal lady assassin wasn’t on reagan’s bucket list, yet it seemed reagan couldn’t really get herself out of random relationship situations.

> but yet you weren’t really what she was expecting from a assassin, you were a bit too cheery.

> yet she still somehow fell for little miss lady assassin may her heart stay overwhelmed

> whenever she finds out you have mission, she tends to try to somewhat help you out or begs you to take her with you (this is an excuse to get away from the gang for a little while)

> maybe she makes a small modification to your gun, so she could help you get better aim like you didn’t already, but she wants to make sure her pookie does good LOL

> but whenever you come from a mission she would ask who you happened to kill on jr’s command, having something to have an conversation about so she wouldn’t burst her heart out.

> when you two soon establish a relationship, she so smitten with you, there’s not a couple minutes where she doesn’t give you a small compliment under her breath.

> “god…you’re so cool” “what was that reagan?” “oh nothing!”

i hope you enjoyed this anon :DD!! have a good day, noon, or night!!

[bigfatbimbo]

SAW YOUR INSIDE JOB POST.. YOU KNOW WHO IM GONNA ASK FOR...

begging for dom reagan i love her

OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHG IM ALREADY WORKING ON IT BABES…

[bookiezzz]

Me after searching for Reagan Ridley x Reader’s (there were none)

[amphibiahawks321]

Reagan : WELL SHIT!

[Myc and Y/N staring at her from a distance]

Myc : Dude what do you see her?

M!Reader : She's my type ^v^

Myc : Your type!? Don't you go to the eye doctor anymore?

M!Reader : What's wrong with being with her?

Myc : first, She's mentally insane second, She always wears the same lab coat third, she clearly looks like she's slowly becoming a villain

M!Reader : Like I said my type what's your point?

[faithsxoxo]

my requests r open folks!! i’ll do oneshots n headcanons n all that

[ben-pincus]

you already know 🫡 alright so. since it’s halloween szn how about some reagan x reader hcs where instead of ron it’s how reader n reagan would spend halloween night together

rubs hands together and giggles violently

-definetely asks to go as something very subtle but very obvious

"listen, YOU be scooby, I'LL be shaggy." she says with pure determination like if you two aren't scooby and shaggy the world will cease to exist

-you two go to a party but leave after an hour

-she gets on her hands and knees and begs you to watch the cornetto trilogy

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

-or else she gives you a small side eye when you're scrolling on netflix and pass the saw movies

"reagan, no. we watched saw like last week."

"...please?"

-she'll explain how to survive every single saw trap

its like having someone play guitar to you but about saw traps

-she'll definetely fall asleep

-but then she'll wake up right

"the dogs are coming out." and she'll rip off her socks and go back to sleep

-you have to carry her lazy ass to bed

[sleeplessdreamer14]

Reagan, Brett, and Ron w/ a friend who’s scared of the dentist

fandom: inside job

warnings: mentions of dentaphobia, medicinal drugs, dental work, etc.

a/n: I just randomly started writing this like a half hour before I got two fillings

Reagan

to some degree, she totally gets it, the dentist is not fun

she had some dental issues as a kid, so she’s been there

if you have an appointment for anything other than a cleaning, she can tell just by looking at you

I’m not sure if she’ll go into the room with you, but she’ll definitely be there for you when it’s all done

if it’s an extraction and you were given a lot of painkillers, she’ll watch over you until it wears off, making sure your back and head are elevated when you go to sleep

Brett

I can see Brett being the kind of guy who’s very meticulous about taking good care of his teeth

mostly because he probably also dreads needing dental work

if you need the emotional support, Brett’s your guy

first of all he’ll make sure you don’t psych yourself out too badly

And will be right there with you (if it doesn’t get in the way of anything)

he’ll let you near crush his hand if you need to until it’s all over

reminding you that it’s going to be okay, and it’ll be done before you know it

if you’re still dizzy from the numbing meds the dentist gave you, he’ll put on something relaxing for you like an animal documentary

Ron

I think Ron would be relatively okay with going to the dentist, but it’s not exactly something he looks forward to

when he finds about about your phobia, he doesn’t totally get it at first, but he can tell how much it freaks you out

to a point, he understands. especially if you’ve had some not-so-great experiences w/ it in the past

one time he stayed with you while you got a filling, and that was probably the most relaxed you’ve ever been in the office

if it was something big and you were really drugged up for it, he’ll probably record you while you’re dizzy

[sin-sidejob]

Hello,how are you doing?

May I request some pillow Princess reagan x reader smut?

National Girlfriend Day

Pairing: Reagan Ridley x GN / AFAB Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI - smut, doggystyle fucking, reader wears a strap, mentions of assplay, spitting, fingering, cumplay, reader calls Reagan "Good Girl, Pretty, Princess, Baby" and literally talks to her pussy. Gender unspecified for reader with no body description beyond wearing a strap-on.

Contents: smut, aftercare, use of sex toys/strap-on, Pillow Princess Reagan + my requests were closed when this was submitted but today's National Girlfriend Day, and who better to celebrate it than baby girl Reagan Ridley? length: 3k dividers by: @/saradika-graphics & @/cafekitsune

She's got no clue about today.

It was easy to plan around Reagan’s schedule and know she’d have no idea about what day it was or what you had even planned by the time her worn sneakers treaded over the unwelcome mat and into your shared home. 

And just like you expected, she’s too busy marveling over how clean everything is and how you actually managed to get the stains out of her diploma that she doesn't catch you lingering in the kitchen doorway and how your gaze is heady enough to know any meal tonight won’t be comprised of food. 

You’d already heard of her bad day at work, dealing with the tedious items on her itinerary as always and managed to order her dinner delivery to work so she wouldn’t starve and overwork herself until she came home later. It allowed you more time to make sure you could take care of her as she deserved, and it makes it all worth it the second her eyes land on you and she give you that crooked smile you’ve fallen in love with. 

“You cleaned all this?” 

Her arms coil around your waist as she looks over your face, the tiredness still there around her eyes but it eases as you brush a few stray hairs off her forehead and back to the side of her bangs, blending into her ponytail. She’s beautiful, stained labcoat and all, and you’re thrumming with excitement already to show your adoration through forcibly erasing her bad day with a good ending. 

“Mhm, wanted to give you something nice to come home to. Kept me busy from missin’ you too much,” you murmur, leaning to kiss at her jaw and cheek, lowering to her neck as you feel her breath hitch and the nervous laugh let out as she splays a palm over your back. 

“My you’re eager.” 

She marvels as you pull back and grin, eyes already half-lidded as you smooth your hands over her waist and beneath the hem to glide over the smooth skin of her stomach. “Just wanna’ show you how much I love ya’, been needin’ you all damn day princess.” 

Shuddering, she knows she’s in for it with that term of endearment passing your lips, the dynamic already set now as she processes that she’s about to be fucked out real quick and real soon. You take her hand in yours as you smooth the other up her spine and she knocks her nose into yours before kissing you messily. 

“Nngh, take me to bed already,” Reagan murmurs, having pulled back enough to catch your kiss-bitten lips and the utter lust in your eyes. You oblige, leading her upstairs to the bedroom before you work on undressing her, letting her undo her shoes as you shred yourself of your top and pants, clad in a pair of undershorts and a harness she recognizes immediately. 

Swallowing, she eyes you up and down before you crowd her against the bed and mouth at her neck while you help her shimmy out of her pants, pulling off her socks with reverence as you kiss her ankle while she quickly strips off her shirt and bra, panting already. 

You tilt your head in the direction towards the further end of the bed, at the headboard where the pillows lie, and Reagan immediately backs herself against them as you lay on your belly between her parted thighs and make yourself comfortable as you kiss between the ticklish skin of her legs. 

She jerks with a particular nip at the inner thigh and you catch her leg in your grip, easing it over your shoulder as you sidle up and kiss at her panties, the center already soaked through visibly with her wetness and you whistle as you pull them to the side, exposing her glistening cunt and how she clenches around nothing the second you blow a little air over her hooded clit, relishing in watching her squirm. 

“Don’t be a tease. Please go ‘head and move.” 

Tutting, you send her a look while you lift her other thigh over your shoulder, hands dragging her waist closer to your face as you inhale her cunt, grossly sniffing at her clit in a manner that has Reagan’s hands covering her face before you kiss tenderly at her labia, tracing your tongue down to her weeping slit and delving in, wriggling the muscle of your tongue against her walls as she begins to whine her hips against your face. Her hand clutches at your scalp as you let her use your mouth to get off, humming as you curl your tongue upwards and inhale through your nose, surrounded by the musk of her and sweat and the bergamot of her perfume. 

You’d happily choke on it, and on her, but its a day about pleasing her so your death can wait. 

Breaching up, slick strands cling to your chin as you press your cheek to her thigh, your hand quelling her brief protests as you ease your two middle digits into the molten heat of her cunt and curl upwards, hitting that g-spot with precision that sends her arching, clutching at your head still and reaching back to white-knuckle the headrest. 

“Feelin’ good princess? Want more?” 

She’s nodding, eyes clamped shut as she wriggles her hips forward in stuttered bucking motions to fuck herself against your hand, wanting and needing more to get that orgasm curling in her abdomen to release. “Need your mouth, want your teeth please.” 

Obliging, you nose at her clit and lick beneath the hood to openly suckle at the bundle of nerves, laughing against her as she lifts her hips off the bed against your mouth once you begin curling your fingers and sucking softly between grazes of your teeth to the sensitive skin around her clit. 

Reagan’s desperate now, the sweat creating a sheen on her skin, and she catches your eyes when she looks down only to have hers roll back once you scissor your fingers and lap at her clit with a sloppy tongue, sending her creaming. 

Your mouth lowers to where your fingers retract, lapping up all the wetness she leaks and cleaning her up idly until shes patting at your shoulders, whining from overstimulation and dragging you back up into her arms so she can kiss you, moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue. 

Her hands clutch at your head and neck, wetly making out until she can’t breathe and you take the opportunity to rise, leaving her only for a moment to grab the toy she and you both have been waiting for, slipping the dildo through the harness before crawling back onto bed as Reagan makes you pause. 

“Can we try what you showed me last week?” 

Thinking back, you nearly moan at the thought and nod, already guiding Reagan onto her belly with her ass arched high as you settle behind her, fingers slicking back between her drenched folds to fuck her cunt, making her whine as she lowers her face to the bed below. 

“That’s it baby, keep that arch f’me. Gonna’ make you feel real good.”

You make good on that shortly, getting her close to cumming again as you stretch her out enough to take your strap well if not with ease. You might like to see her cry, but you don’t want to see her in pain. By the time you pull your fingers out from her tight pussy, she's whining and already wiggling her ass back for something to replace the stimulation, missing the feeling. 

Reagan’s nearly dumb and drooling already, uncaring of how she looks now by the time you press down at the bottom of her spine, forcing her back into a sinful arch as her cheek smudges against the silky pillows to watch as you brace her thighs outside yours and fondle her ass cheeks. 

You let out an audible tch in amusement at reading her tattoo again, the scrawl of the text reading Mommy Likey Drinky making you audibly chuckle, thinking about how she really does like to drink from you when she's especially frustrated and in need of a good meal. She eats pussy like a menace, you’re a bit kinder but you’ll give the credit where it's due. 

Leaning forward, you crowd her against the bed and press her further into the sheets, your strap wedging between her thighs as you feel her rock her ass back, lifting her head to look back at you. “Gonna’ be a good girl f’me? Let me fuck you stupid and drive all those thoughts out as you lay back and let me do the work?”

Reagan is nodding before you even finish but finds herself groaning as she rocks her hips back and finds friction at the hood of her clit, just enough to send her trembling and begging with need as your hands smooth over her ribs and over the globe of her ass. 

“Please, need it bad — I’ll be so good, gonna’ be so good for youohhh fuuck.” 

You’ve gripped the base in hand and slid the silicone between her lips, watching the pooling sheen of her slick soak the strap to the point that when you pull back, webs of dewy precum cling between her pussy and your strap. 

Christ you should’ve celebrated this sooner. 

Reagan’s hands fist into the sheets and pillows as she firthers the arch in her back, feeling it burn almost in those divots near her backside until you plant your hands over her lower waist, thumbs pressing deliciously into the knots and nerves of her lower spine as she whines. 

“So worked up baby and ‘m not even in’ya yet,” you’re half mocking and half marveling at how her thighs stand taut as you pry her asscheeks apart, hearing her hiss as the cold air hits her puckered hole. Just to be a bit mean, you gather spit in your mouth, spitting it with an audible hawk-tuah! As you aim it on her asshole, grinning as she writhes against you while it drips down, soaking the back of her while you bring your strap back into your hand. 

“Quit fussin’, I’m just hitting it from the back princess, we’re not trying that today. 

“Fuckin’ better,” she growls before sending back a half-hearted glower at you over her shoulder that has you cooing and pressing your front to her back, feeling the sheen of sweat over her skin already as you nose at her neck, pressing a few adoring kisses there as you linger. 

“S’okay baby, we can save that for our anniversary.”

Before she can mouth off another smart comment, you’re parting her labia back with a hand sprawling across her cunny and back half of her asscheek while the other wraps around the silicone base, maneuvering the cockhead to smear wetly against her clit. 

You chuckle as you circle the attention there, watching as her back muscles tremor before you pat her tramp stamp affectionately as you hold onto her ass to keep her planted as you ease the mushroom-tip of the pretty pink dildo into her cunt, letting out lines of sugary-sweet praise as you ease in inch by inch. 

“Hah-fuck, r-right there.”

You grind your hips in a sideways infinity, shifting left and right to grind against her g-spot slow and steady to send her warbling your name into the pillow now tugged to her face, hiding majority of her expression besides the blissed out curl of her lip and the furrow of her dark brows. 

Reaching back, you snag your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and snap a picture of her as she is now, already blissed out and arching as if trying to get closer to a god while stretched-halfway around your cock. You toss it aside the second she stutters her hips backwards and reaches a hand back, immediately receiving your hand in hers as she clutches it, squeezing the palm while she writhes and feels her bared tits brush and drag against the sheets to a point that the taut points of her nipples only add to the pleasure coursing, thrumming through her veins like a drug. 

She barely has to do a thing but let you hold onto her as she holds your hand, your grip strong at her hip bone while you ease the strap in further, noting the heady sigh of relief when you knock at her cervix Reagan lets out as she squeezes your hand. You slow, smoothing your hand over her back, tracing the lettering on her tattoo as you wait for her to let you know when to move. 

For now, you rub over her sweat-damp skin and check in with her, getting a thumbs up and a verbal green light after a minute passes, allowing you to pull back your hips and ease the strap out, hearing her cunt squelch as if missing you already, and take you back in as you shift forward. 

You snake your arm around her belly as you crowd her a bit, hand now at her lower pelvis and going past the curls of her bush to her clit and thumbing it slowly, matching the pulses of her nerves as you gradually increase the pace in your thrusts, her thighs now propped up over your own that keep her steady. 

“How’s this feelin’? Good?” 

She can barely tilt her head to meet your gaze but manages to catch your eye as she moans low once you match the pace of your hand, pressing upward against the bulge of your strap now plunging her guts, her lips parted wetly. “M’fuckin’ great — k-keep going.”

Grinning, you lean over and nip at her shoulder and then down her back while you pick up the pace, pressing her belly upward to hold her upright as you bring her hips back into yours as you thrust them forward, the sheen of her arousal now forming a creamy ring at the base of your strap and soaking the harness fabric close to the fake balls that smack at her puffy lips, nearly meeting your fingers as you roll and press at her clit, easing between faster and slower paces. 

Her pussy is lewdly squelching, the drench of her cunt sounding loud every time you shift back and forth and you can’t help but chuckle darkly as you rock Reagan’s waist back towards your pistoning hips with abandon. “Hear that baby? Even your pretty pussy’s cryin’ for me. Needed me real bad, huh?” 

Nodding, she feels like she’s about to cry but also bust apart at the seams any second with the pressure careening through her lower abdomen. Its a heavy pressure than sends her gushing around you and anticipating an orgasm that’ll make her near blackout, and her legs are close to giving out as they recline against yours at the thought of how close she is to release. “Think m’gonna c-cum.” 

“Y’close baby? I gotcha’ just ease into it f’me.” 

Gritting your teeth, you grind your hips in a circling motion every time you bottom out after lifting your hips back, making Reagan tremble beneath you as you wrench out an orgasm that you drag out, kissing at her skin as you ease off her clit and fuck her on your strap until she deflates fully onto the bed with a sated mewl, allowing you to pull out and see the small gush of wetness pool forth onto the sheets 

Undoing the clasps on the strap, you toss it to the side as you crawl up the bed to lie beside Reagan who sleepily opens her eyes to stare at you once you brush a few strands of her hair back, lifting her cheek to press into your palm as she sighs happily. 

“How’s that head?”

“No complaints yet,” 

She giggles softly, more of a snicker but she’s too out of breath, and you raise a brow. “Head’s empty. Water and a washcloth?” 

A brief kiss to her dewy forehead is left before you go and slip into the ensuite bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water after filling a glass kept beneath the sink with cold water, returning quickly to find she’s nearly asleep with her ass still somewhat perched in the air. 

You glance at your phone but decide against another photo as you near, easing reagan onto her back so she can sit up and sip at the water while you part her thighs and dutifully clean up, being extra tender and leaving kisses behind as you wipe between her folds and pull back her hooded clit. 

“There, all done, you just gotta’ hit the bathroom then you can sleep.” 

You shrug on an oversized muscle tee and some baggy sleep shorts before easing Reagan into a soft bralette and a pair of boxers before taking the strap up to the bathroom to clean it in the morning. “You’ll have to carry me there.”

Reagan can’t help but laugh at your grin from the offer, always enjoying taking care of her, especially as you smile against her mouth once you crawl back onto the bedsheets you both can’t be bothered to change until the morning. 

“C’mon pretty girl, bathroom then bed.” 

Reagan fails to hide the smile that forms as she raises her arms for you to help carry her to the bathroom, her legs aching and unsteady from being bent over like that with her arched spine a workout all of its own. 

She settles over the toilet as you move to brush your teeth as she goes, long having passed the personal bubbles and sharing intimacy in all matters. Cleaning up, Reagan is bumping her hip into yours by the time she’s washing her hands when you spit out the minty foam of your toothpaste. 

It isn’t until minutes later, when she’s curled up in your arms as your legs entangle, that she kisses at your shoulder while you card your hand through the hair that splays over her shoulder. 

“Feelin’ loved?” 

She’s blinking in the dark, close enough to see you and how you’re genuinely asking, and she hums, her hand tapping at your waist as she nudges closer. “Very.” 

“Good,” You finally let rest seep into your bones with that, lifting the dirtied sheets over yourself and the blanket beneath over your entwined bodies before you let your breaths even, 

"Happy Girlfriend’s Day, baby.” 

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[riddleymethis]

do you think we could maybe have the Gang’s reactions to the reader coming into work after having spontaneously cut their previously longer hair the night before? I swear I’m one listen to brother by kodaline away from doing it

please, and thank you

STOPP THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT BC IVE DONE THIS BEFORE multiple times.

yes I absolutely can

The Gang's reaction to reader impulse cutting their hair shorter!

CW/info:Gn reader! Sfw!

Characters: Reagan, Gigi, Andre, and Brett (I'm sorry Myc and Glenn lovers idk how to write them at ALL)

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Brett:

- barely questions it tbh?

- not that he doesn't have any questions, he's just more concerned about how you're feeling rather than how your hair looks

- LISTENNN he's been friends with so many people in college and high-school. Most of there reactions to an emotional break down was cutting their hair or dying it impulsively

- After you reassure him you're doing fine and that it was just a spur of the moment thing, he's just very supportive! Says it looks very good on you!!

- even offers to help you style it bc he 100% owns like 15 tubs if hair gel

Reagan:

- Tries really hard to mind her own business and not be rude by asking but you can just. Feel her staring at your hair every 5 seconds

- "If you're gonna ask, just ask."

- "what the fuck happened to your hair?"

- YOU EXPLAIN IT WAS A SPUR OF THE MOMENT THING OK???

- YOU WERE LISTENING TO MUSIC. YOU WERE IN YOUR FEELING AND U JUST KINDA. Snip snip yknow?

- she honestly can't judge you because she's pretty sure she's done the same thing when she was drunk before

- gives you a shitty little comb and tells u to at least try and brush down the uneven ends so it looks normal and offered to take you to her place after work

- she's not a professional or anything, but she can do something basic to make it look good. (Like have u seen her hair in the wedding episode... it's so cute)

Gigi:

- the moment she sees you she's like "OH MY GOD NOOO😭"

- You worry she doesn't like that it's short. She assures you it's not the fact that it's short, it's the fact that you impulse cut it in the messiest way possible

- drops everything she is doing to give you the cutest make over ever.

- actually makes you feel even more confident than before about your new appearance??

- she tells you next time you want to cut your hair to TELL HER and she will always find a way to make it work. She wants you to be happy!♡

Andre:

- ok be real he probably cares the least bc his hair care routine is just like. The generic shampoo and conditioner and wash. No styling or anything

- so if you walked in missing like half your hair from the lower half bc you cut off he'd just be like "!! Nice cut!"

- might just impulsively walk up to you and start petting your hair without saying anything. He just wants to see how it feels

- HONESTLY... I rlly can't see him having a big reaction. He just. Does not care and would support it