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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
NOTE---Another self indulgent one^.^ This one got a little heavier. Still debating on posting the smut fics I have Saved o.O Any prompts or requests no matter how big or small send my way!
TW!---smoking, talks of being high
You and Ryan had been friends for years, having met through Justin. Of course you and Matt were also friends, but you and Ryan just had a different bond. Your once a week smoke and game sessions had become a tradition. Sometimes Matt and Justin would join but most of the time it was only the two of you. No one knew when the two of you had devolved into flirting openly, but everyone around you knew the two of you were crazy about each other. Everyone that is, except the two of you. For you it was just flirting and you weren't his type, for him you were too good for him.
What no one else knew was that the once a week traditional smoke and game sesh had now turned into smoke, game, and end up in bed together. You never told anyone and swore to yourselves each time was the last, yet still you found yourselves in the exact same spot every week.
This week Matt and Justin had joined your game night, all if you sitting in your living room. You watched the tv as Ryan played Elden Ring, all of you already roasted. You sat between Ryans legs, your back against the couch as he played above you. You looked up as he leaned his elbows on his knees in concentration, grinning as he smirked down at you, winking quickly before looking back at the screen. You turned your head to the others, blushing when you realized Matt had seen that whole exchange. You quickly leaned forward to the pizza boxes scattering the floor, grabbing a slice of cheese pizza and munching quietly.
"FUCK dude" Ryan yelled angrily, slamming the controller down on the couch. You laughed, shoving his knee beside you playfully. "Dude you suck!" Matt said, passing the joint to Ryan and taking the controller. Ryan took a hit, blowing smoke up and coughing harshly. "Yeah? I suck? You try asshole you're more high than I am!" You felt a tap on the top of your head. Looking up, you saw Ryan's hand above you. He put it in your mouth, and you tried desperately to ignore the feeling of his thumb brushing your lip and the way Ryan's eyes darkened as you inhaled, licking your bottom lip when he pulled away. "Its not his fault you suck," you winked at him, handing him a piece of pizza in return for the hit he gave you, "I'm going to get a beer." You got up, pushing off Ryan's knees and leaning over him, loving the way he looked at you. "Grab me one asshole be a good host." Matt quipped, Justin quickly agreeing. You rolled your eyes at them, flipping them off behind your back as you walked away.
You stood by the sink, drinking some water and breathing deeply. Sometimes you needed a break from these sessions, and always hid out in the kitchen for a few minutes. Smoking made you anxious sometimes, and you tried to hide it. The only one that knew was Ryan, youd confessed it to him during your late night talks. He always reassured you whenever it happened while he was there but knew you were uncomfortable with the other guys knowing.
You smiled to yourself as you felt hands circle your waist, thumbs gently rubbing your skin from under your tanktop. Ryan always got touchy when you guys were high. You leaned back, letting your head hit Ryan's collarbones. "Figured you'd be hiding out. You doing okay?" You sighed deeply, taking another drink before turning around and leaning back against the counter, looping a couple fingers in the waistband of his shorts. "Fine, just taking a breather. You know how I get." Ryan looked down, raising an eyebrow at you. "Thats why i came to check on you, I figured either you needed a break or you thought running away would let you get away with that little comment. Either way-" he shrugged, pinching your ass through your jeans making you laugh quietly. "You better be careful, Matt saw that look you gave me earlier. Im pretty sure him and Justin are keeping an eye on us now." Ryan cupped under your thighs, lifting you up to press you against the pantry door. You instinctively wrapped your ankles around his waist, squealing a little in shock. He laughed at your reaction, muttering "what they dont know wont hurt them." Before kissing you hard. One hand on your ass, the other snaked its way up your top to your bare breast. You moaned quietly against his lips as he smiled at your reaction. His tongue quickly found its way into your mouth as his scruff rubbed your face raw.
"What we dont know huh? How long has this been going on? I knew yall were fuckin' lying." You both jumped, Ryan quickly setting you down. Matt and Justin stood in the kitchen doorway like disappointed parents that just caught their kids drinking. "You guys are never letting this go are you?" Ryan said, rubbingthe back of his neck with one hand in his pocket. "Everybody shut the fuck up and grab a beer." You rolled your eyes, walking towards the fridge nonchalantly, trying to suppress the smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.
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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
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.
