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SuperMega Sucks by problematicworm
“…We don’t suck now,” Matt finally broke the silence, circling back to the initial topic of discussion. “We’re doing good, man. So what if-if we’re thirty and single? So what? And what if we smoke weed first thing in the morning? That’s what cool people do. It’s ‘cause we’re awesome rich YouTubers.”
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Matt and Ryan have a loaded conversation about the state of the channel. After Matt openings up to Ryan about his anxieties surrounding the volatile field of content creation, Ryan helps him blow off some steam.
Words: 5,355
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: SuperMega (Video Blogging RPF)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ryan Magee/Matt Watson
Characters: Ryan Magee, Matt Watson
Additional Tags: Sleepovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Marijuana, Bongs, Smoking, Recreational Drug Use, Insecurity, Imposter Syndrome, Homoeroticism, Kissing, Bromance to Romance, Love Confessions, Making Out, Light Dom/Sub, Groping, Crying, Body Worship, Teasing, Begging, Oral Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Aftercare
i know this is a bullshit ask but i’m taking this so seriously. estrogen would save matt and make ryan worse i think.
matt would thrive because ofc she would, she’s a closeted trans woman. she can take the effects of hrt in stride because she knows it’s all worth it. knowing her she’d do it in secret and not tell anyone. ryan doesn’t know why he keeps getting more and more attracted to matt as the hrt starts working.
ryan on the other hand. no universe where he’s taking feminizing hrt without being drugged against his will. so of course that’s what we’re doing in this hypothetical.
the side effects send him over the edge. he starts wallowing in self hatred. his emotions are way too big to handle. for some reason he feels weak—physically weak. he can’t lift as much at the gym. can’t perform as well during sex. and he keeps crying like some kind of bitch. so he lashes out at people more often. becomes even more temperamental than he was before. ryan on estrogen is a fucking nightmare.
and that’s my thoughts on the matter :3c personally i think both these should happen irl right now !!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Detox Just to Retox by problematicworm
Maybe over the two years he’d been sober, Matt had forgotten just how bad it could get once he was deep in that hole. One he was wasted with no plan for how Future Matt would deal with the repercussions of Current Matt’s actions. Matt should have known it was a bad idea to drink. He could recognize that now, of course. Now that things had spun out of hand. Now that he was pinning Ryan down, watching his best friend gasp and rut up against his thigh like a dog that hadn’t been fixed.
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Matt knows relapsing is a bad decision. Relapsing while hanging out with Ryan is an even worse decision.
Words: 6,743
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: SuperMega (Video Blogging RPF)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ryan Magee/Matt Watson
Characters: Ryan Magee, Matt Watson, Zephani Jong
Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Cheating, Relapsing, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Frottage, Drunk Sex, Coersion, Kissing, Making Out, Switching, Switch Fight, Denial of Feelings, Rough Sex, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Teasing, Ryan Magee is a brat, Dom/Sub, Praise Kink, Banter, Anal Sex, Humiliation, Humiliation Kink, Manhandling, Pet Play, Crying, Dacryphilia, Mind Break
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
One-Way Mirror by problematicworm
The way Ryan felt about Matt wasn’t normal. Ryan knew that. If he were to be honest with himself—an extremely rare occurrence, these days—Ryan would admit that he’d felt this way since he and Matt had first met.
Matt had always made Ryan’s heart flutter. Ryan couldn’t help it. Matt was so carefree, so open and eager for the future. Matt was only nineteen and he was the best editor Ryan knew. Matt was creative and smart and funny. He could always make Ryan laugh. Sometimes it felt like Matt was all he had. Like Matt was the only person in the world on his side.
That was why Ryan couldn’t risk messing things up. He couldn't jeopardize his closest friendship by admitting to Matt the way he felt. Especially when he couldn’t even admit to himself how he felt.
So when Ryan was in bed scrolling on Grindr for the second lonely night in a row, he didn’t quite know how to proceed when the twink he’d been texting with sent him a picture with a far too familiar background.
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One late night, Ryan caves into his repressed homosexual urges and downloads Grindr. Fate hands him his best friend on a silver platter. A better man would have done the right thing.
Ryan can't.
Words: 3,752
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: SuperMega (Video Blogging RPF), Video Blogging RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ryan Magee/Matt Watson, Mark Fischbach | Markiplier/Ryan Magee/Matt Watson, Mark Fischbach | Markiplier/Matt Watson, Mark Fischback | Markiplier/Ryan Magee
Characters: Ryan Magee, Matt Watson, Mark Fischbach | Markiplier
Additional Tags: Internalized Homophobia, Guilt, Ryan is a DL, SuperMega's 2015 markiplier editor era...., Matt is closeted, i mean i guess theyre both closeted, Anonymity, One-Sided Anonymity, woah.. almost like a... ONE WAY MIRROR???, Gay Panic, Feelings Realization, Sexting, Texting, Deception, Dom/sub, Flirting, Awkward Tension, Crying, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
thinking about ryan and matt as teenagers in a secret relationship in south carolina because it’s so hot to me that they were both god-fearing even as like. basically adults.
they sneak around their parents, making out in dark, unused hallways after youth group. they make up fake church events so that they can find ways to hang out together without anyone knowing. and it’s just the right level of danger for matt. he loves the thrill.
however, ryan isn’t quite as easily amused. lately, he’s been trying to pressure matt into having sex. of course, matt’s super resistant to the idea because he doesn’t wanna have premarital sex and go to hell, but ryan is soooo insistent that if matt rlly cared he’d do this for him… when matt is adamant that he doesn’t wanna have sex, ryan decides to pressure matt into giving him head, instead. he argues that if they do penetration that way instead, matt will remain a virgin because he hasn’t actually done anything with his privates.
deep down, matt knows that what he’s doing is just as bad, but he can’t say no. ryan wants this so bad. when he finally gives in, it’s painfully obvious how anxious and frightened he is. he’s trembling as he sinks to his knees before ryan. and ryan has to bite back an eager groan at the sight of matt on his knees, eyes teary and face flushed as he takes ryan’s dick into his mouth.
and as fucked up as it is, ryan really does gets off on knowing his will is enough to convince matt to go against all his morals—to go against god.
in some ways, it’s almost like ryan is matt’s new god.
spitballing some ideas for the ryatt fic i’m working on because i can’t make it come together properly as i have it rn… so these are kinda just notes for myself LOL
BIG nsfw warning bc this ended up crazier than i expected
all my fun little thoughts under the cut… warnings for them being drunk and unsafe and also cheating on their girlfriends bc they suck<3
present day supermega (shocker considering i only ever write them in 2016 lol)
matt breaks his sobriety streak and impulsively decides to get plastered with ryan one night.
one thing leads to another and suddenly matt finds himself on his hands and knees, pinning ryan down, his knee pressed between ryan’s legs, pressing up against his dick. matt can’t believe what’s going on. his head is spinning. he can’t remember how they got here. the only thing he can focus on is the present—how incredible ryan looks, eyes unfocused as he gazes up at matt, his face flushed from the alcohol.
and ryan is so giggly. he’s so happy and eager, grinning as he rolls his hips against matt’s leg. and matt is perfectly content to watch ryan pleasure himself, that is, until ryan’s pulling matt down by his shirt, their faces inches apart when ryan whispers, “kiss me.”
matt’s immediately pulling away, face flushing as a wave of anxiety crashes over him. he tries to protest, to say that they can’t, but ryan doesn’t let him off that easily. ryan sounds almost smug as he reminds matt about all the times he’d cheated on zeph. and for some reason, that—plus ryan’s reassurances that everything that happened tonight would remain secret—was enough to convince matt to give in.
they make out fervently, hungrily, like they’re both so aware of how precious this moment is.
matt wonders if it’s as precious to ryan as it is to him.
ryan has a partner, of course. he’d been dating them for almost a year, now. but ryan didn’t exactly have a clean record, either. he had a history of being unfaithful.
it always made matt so happy when a girl would give him a second chance. unfortunately, he never changed. he figured ryan probably wouldn’t, either.
“god, ry, i wish i could fuck you…” matt moans out between open-mouthed kisses, hand threaded through the luscious hair growing from ryan’s scalp. “you’re so fucking hot..”
“you can, y’know,” ryan breathes out shakily, trembling slightly as matt dares to let his hand trace the line from ryan’s collarbone, down to his pecs, down to the bottom of his ribcage. ryan hesitates for a moment. matt thinks he’s probably the only human on earth who could notice such a minute pause. ryan gulps. “i’d let you…”
and matt has no idea why the prospect sends him reeling—why the idea of fucking ryan makes his brain absolutely scramble. he can’t figure out why it makes him so much harder imaging fucking ryan instead of fucking zeph. maybe it’s because ryan is less attainable. maybe it’s because ryan is a more difficult target to subdue.
and it is crazy, isn’t it, that somehow matt is getting turned on at the idea of fucking ryan. ryan is not matt’s type. matt likes pretty girls. matt likes women with slender waists and long legs and flowing hair. he’s not into big, hairy men. he’s not into his best friend.
he’s not into the way that ryan tilts his head back, eyebrows threaded up in pleasure when matt moves his thigh against ryan’s cock. he’s not into the way ryan’s muscles tense then yield beneath his touch when he presses ryan back down into the couch. none of it is doing anything for him, surely.
the booze is making it damn easy to go along with things, though. it’s making it way too easy for matt to ignore his rationality—to continue indulging himself. to continue indulging ryan.
if matt hadn’t already been put under ryan’s spell, he truly lost all hope of breaking free when ryan groped at his hard cock through his jeans. matt let out a noise almost like a yelp before trailing off into a whimper.
and even though the whole night matt was on top of ryan, sometimes he wasn’t quite sure who was in control of who. sometimes it was so obvious, like when matt had finally slicked up his cock and wrangled a mischievous and troublesome ryan down and into position—flat on his stomach, one arm pinned to the small of his back to keep him from wriggling. as soon as the head of matt’s cock was pressing into ryan, the man’s disposition was instantly switching.
ryan’s voice went up an octave, his little cry sounding broken as matt pushed past his rim, stretching him open. his body tensed up, the muscles in his shoulders and arms trembling with effort. in that moment, matt felt powerful. that was when he was for sure in-charge. when ryan was absolutely helpless beneath him.
there were other times where matt felt like he was the one left helpless, like when he’d finally buried himself down to the base inside ryan and was left trembling and gasping, beads of sweat dripping down his face. ryan had the gall to laugh at matt for having such a reaction. he’d been glancing over his shoulder at matt with that fucking sly grin, humming, “what’s the matter, matty? better than your girlfriend?”
that had made matt feel some kind of way. because, fuck, ryan did feel better than matt’s girlfriend. he was so hot and tight—matt could feel ryan’s fucking heartbeat around his cock.
“jesus—ryan, fuck, d-don’t…” matt shuddered, pressing his sweaty forehead against ryan’s damp back, muscles tense as he tried to resist the urge to cum. “don’t mess with me me, dude… j-just be quiet…”
“why should i?” ryan shot back, playful, but almost intentionally malicious. “you know it’s true. you want me more than you want her. why else would you be here with me when you could have her whenever?”
matt didn’t like that he couldn’t formulate a retort. instead, he resorted to shutting ryan up in the one way he knew how. he grabbed ryan by the long hair on the back of his head and pressed the man’s face into the pillows, muffling his snarky comments in the cushioning. matt began to thrust, and immediately he was in heaven. ryan was moaning and sobbing beneath him, hands clawing at the couch as matt’s cock slid deep into him over and over again, filling him up so incredibly.
it felt so good that matt couldn’t even attempt to form words. that didn’t matter much, though, because ryan couldn’t form words, either. the noises coming from ryan were incomprehensible, long, stressed, gravely groans forced their way out of his lips, muffled by the couch cushions. it almost sounds like he’s in pain with how strained his noises are, but matt knows better. ryan’s completely pliant beneath matt. he’s enjoying this. he’s drinking up every single second of matt pushing him down and filling him up.
even if he was in pain—which he surely had been at some point since matt wasn’t exactly being gentle—matt wouldn’t see any reason to stop. after all, ryan wasn’t a lady. he could take a beating and still be fine. it was the same reason matt didn’t bother to prep him. besides, it was kind of incredible to watch ryan cry and grit his teeth as his body stretched around the girth of matt’s cock.
it was even better seeing ryan’s reaction when matt finally pulled out his softening cock after finishing inside ryan. matt spread ryan’s cheeks as he pulled out, watching intently as ryan’s hole stayed gaped open, twitching slightly and starting to tense back up now that matt wasn’t keeping him open. he looked so used. cum dripped from ryan’s hole down his taint and balls. the man was incomprehensible, every breath coming out as a high-pitched almost trill-like noise. he was acting like a girl.
matt finally pulled away, collapsing onto the sofa behind him. they caught their breath together in silence, both wound up in the web of their own thoughts. matt’s vision was spinning with vertigo from all the booze. ryan hadn’t moved since matt had cum inside him. he just lay there, shuddering and whimpering, stretched open and fucked-out and filled with cum.
as matt watches ryan, who seems to be just drunk enough and just exhausted enough to be drifting in and out of a state of unconsciousness, he can feel something clawing at him from the inside out. that sour, nagging feeling reminding him that tomorrow he’s going to hate himself more than he ever has before.
i have a fic concept and i want to gague public interest… i know im the king of ryatt but would anyone want to read a ryan x transmasc reader?
the concept floating around in my brain rn is ryan cheating on his current partner with an anonymous grindr hookup, who is transmasculine. ryan is under the impression that this trans dude just thinks he’s some random guy in LA, but little does he know this trans guy reader insert is a fan of supermega… ryan doesn’t find out until the reader says something that shows they know more than they’re letting on.
and ryan snaps. because he can’t believe this fucking little shit had the gall to lie to him. it’s not enough that he’s got the whole internet digging into his personal affairs—now he’s gotta worry about fans worming their way into his sex life? he’s not having it. so he starts getting mean. spiteful. violent.
even when the reader insert character is shrinking away, apologizing profusely and insisting they’ll leave and never breathe a word about tonight, ryan doesn’t let up. because this is a fan. ryan knows they want it. and he’s gonna give it to them. whether they like it or not.
do yall have any interest in reading this? also, when yall read x readers, what perspective do you prefer the story told in?
