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lavender-creame · 2 years ago

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Editor's Ecstasy (Ryan Magee x Reader)

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Summary: Supermega hires you as a new editor for them, but right before you moved to LA, you roommates canceled on you. Fortunately, Ryan Magee has a spare room for you.

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, boss/ employee relations, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol

a/n: I pulled an all nighter for this one so y'all best be thankful, mwah <33. You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

The sun would be rising sooner than not; but, for the moment being, darkness stretched across the sky; in Los Angeles, it was never truly dark, though, nor was it quiet. Multicolored lights always dotted the sky, and cars were always rushing. Even from the window of the taxi, you could feel the dryness of the air- west coast summers were notoriously brutal. Clutching your cell phone, with nothing else to do besides wait, you anxiously dialed the unfamiliar number of your soon-to-be roommate who seemingly forgot all about your delayed flight; that was if he had even read the message at all.

The call rang until it hit voicemail, “Hey! You’ve reached Ryan’s cell-” but you hung up before the recorded message could even finish; you had heard it several times already.

Suddenly, you felt your body jolt with the halt of the taxi, and silently, the driver stepped out. As you stood to follow, your thighs stuck to the leather of the seats before peeling off, reminding you of the heat- you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it; the sounds that filled the city, on the other hand, you took note of, figuring it would eventually all become white noise to you in the same way it had for all of the LA natives.

Glancing across the dimly lit parking lot of the apartment complex, your roommate was nowhere to be found and most likely asleep, just as you had expected. Sighing, you decided on giving him one more call before you would just cut your losses and apologize to the taxi driver, asking him to take you to the nearest hotel for the night.

The call rang, once again, but this time you heard a ringing from far behind you, accompanied by the slapping of shoes on the ground. You turned to meet the sound and although the ringing stopped, the footsteps continued until they had found their way into the light of the street lamp that you and the taxi fell under; a wave of relief washing over you, you placed your phone back into your pocket.

Your gaze first met the apologetic smile of your temporary roommate, as well as new boss, before traveling up to meet his eyelids that fell heavy with exhaustion and further up to see his long, deep brown hair fraught with bedhead and thrown into a loose low ponytail. Taking a step back, you studied his figure for a moment, his graphic t-shirt held the form of his broad shoulders and although baggy, tapered a bit at where his waist was, his black shorts were placed low on his hips and his socks were patterned and peeked through his black slides. He looked utterly exhausted and his outfit didn’t match even a bit; you couldn’t help but giggle, although a slight melancholy feeling sat in the back of your mind.

You had obviously seen Ryan before, to an extent, through pictures and videos and such, but this was the first time you had met him in person. In a way, it was a moment you’d dreamed of for years: officially meeting your boss for the job you had always wanted. Unfortunately, however, standing awkwardly in a parking lot wasn’t exactly how you had imagined it; you thought you would walk into an office and shake his hand firmly, you would be dressed in an outfit that made you feel confident, and you would be calm and collected; in your vision, he would be too. However, in an unfortunate turn of events, both of you stood in the stale air of the LA night dressed in pajamas and sweats, bags under your eyes, visibly anxious, messy hair, and exhausted- there was no handshake, and you were less than confident to say the very least. Contrastingly, your focus once again settled on Ryan, and you noticed a modest and natural conviction that seemed to be a part of his aura; he was unfazed, besides his weariness from the late hours of the night. Under the soft light of the street lamp, the details of his face weren’t the easiest to make out, but you noticed a kindness to his features.

Out of breath, Ryan repented, “Y/n, oh my god. I am so sorry, I hope you didn’t have to stand out here too long.”

The sheepish look of Ryan was hard not to tease, but it was clear he was more embarrassed about keeping you waiting than how he looked; either way, you were just thankful that you wouldn’t have to spend your night looking for a room at a hotel. As you replied with gentle reassurance, he peaked over your shoulder to the taxi driver unpacking your bags. Ryan had obviously just then noticed his presence, and quickly left you by the passenger door, waddling over to join him.

Standing at the trunk next to the driver, Ryan huffed out an apology to him as well, fumbling with his wallet in the process. Eventually, he managed to pull out a few bills to pay for the fare and a few more for a sizable tip, assumingly to make up for any time the driver had to waste waiting for him.

You tried to stop Ryan, but there was no point. The taxi driver was already stepping back into the car, not caring who paid him as long as he got what he was due, and as for Ryan, the only response he humored you with was a long, hearty yawn. You groaned, already trying to come up with ways you would make it up to him; you felt guilty, but he was indifferent.

The taxi left the lot, leaving you and Ryan with all the luggage that littered the pavement. You cringed, already regretting packing so much. The only thought in your mind was sleep and the last thing you wanted to do was to take two trips up to the apartment; immediately, you began scoping out just how many bags you thought you could manage to carry at once, attempting mental math. On the other hand, Ryan had already stepped in front of you and began to pile bags onto himself.

You watched Ryan from behind in awe, appreciating his spontaneity, and even more, the way the backpack straps hugged his broad shoulders when he threw them over his bicep. Almost instantly, however, you caught yourself, and quickly looked away as your cheeks heated; you were a bit embarrassed that you were looking at your boss in such a way, you weren’t sure why you did it.

Once he was finished, completely covered in bags, he had one backpack on each shoulder, a large duffle bag thrown across his chest, and was holding smaller bags in each hand, leaving you with only a small suitcase to pull behind you and a tote bag you were already holding.

Seemingly too tired to genuinely talk, Ryan mumbled a quaint, “This way,” and nodded towards the apartments as he started forward. You quickly jogged to catch up with him before meeting his pace as he led the way through the building. After he guided you down several, identical, barely lit hallways you stopped keeping track of the path he took and instead pondered how you had managed to room with your boss in the first place.

A month earlier, you had found yourself fresh out of film school and pulling yet another all-nighter while finishing some video projects clients had requested for you to edit and record. Long story short, you had received an email from Supermega for an editor and cameraman. Even though you hadn’t really heard of Matt and Ryan before, you quickly accepted after looking up their channel. Unfortunately, a few days before leaving for California, your would-be roommates called saying they had given the room to someone else and after searching for a place to stay with no luck, Ryan said he had an extra room for you until you could get on your feet.

Traveling up the elevator to the seventh floor, the two of you arrived at his, and now your, apartment.

“We’re here,” Ryan snapped you out of your sleepy daze.

You watched as he gently set down the luggage he was holding to feel for his keys in his pocket, before crossing his hand over to his other and finally finding them.

As you watched Ryan drowsily search for his keys, you stood next to him, a bit self-conscious that Ryan was doing so much for you; you hoped he didn’t mind. As he swiftly pulled the keys out from the pocket of his shorts, they slipped from his grasp; you were already moving to pick them up from the carpeted ground, but so was he.

Your fingers met atop the keys and you froze, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze. At this point, you were suddenly more than thankful for the dark hallways, as you were sure a light blush had reached your cheeks. The distance between the two of you was so short that you were close enough then to take in his scent and notice the patterns in the browns of his eyes; you stared at his lips. Ryan lifted his hand carefully, and you made the move to grab the keyring, the two of you standing up at the same time. You studied his scruffy jawline for just a moment before quickly taking a step back and moving your focus over to the door, then back to him.

“Sorry, I just-” you mumbled out, “here,” you raised your hand awkwardly, handing him the keys.

“Um- yeah, okay,” Ryan nodded before opening the door.

You lifted the bag he had set on the ground and wandered into the dark apartment; Ryan held the door for you. “Lights,” Ryan sleepily grumbled, nodding his head towards the light switch as he set down your bags.

Once the lights were on, you took a step forward, studying the apartment. It was a nice open concept and you were standing in the small kitchen with an island that led into a living space with a comfy-looking couch. The apartment wasn’t particularly dirty, but there were definitely a few objects and clothing littered around.

“Sorry about the mess, I’ll get it in the morning, it’s just been a busy few weeks- which is why you’re here, obviously, but yeah um…” He stated in a sort of jumbled mess of words.

Rubbing his eyes, he led you to a door and opened it. “This is actually my bedroom, but I was using yours as a storage space and- you know what?” he cut himself off, yawning, “It’s not worth explaining, we’ll talk in the morning,” and with that, he waddled over to the couch and plopped down, cozying himself up with a soft blanket and gray decorative pillow, “Night.”

Finally realizing he meant for you to take his bed, in his room, you began to protest, “Ryan what are you talking about? I can’t take your bed, you’re already so kind for letting me stay here in the first place, and-”, but it was no use. He was already knocked out and it was clear there was no waking him.

You took this opportunity to study his features- they had turned softer in his slumber; you smiled.

After begrudgingly turning off the lights and walking to his room, you stripped to just your panties and the tank top you wore underneath your sweatshirt.

Rolling into bed, you couldn’t help but breathe in the scent that lingered in his bedding. You recognized it from earlier, reminding yourself of the warmth that radiated off his towering figure and becoming a bit thankful for your original apartment plans not working out before giving in to the urge to sleep.

Waking up still surrounded by Ryan’s scent, you yawned, feeling the morning sun on your skin and cherishing the comfiness, before finally deciding to climb out of bed. After slipping on your shorts, you quietly peeked your head out of the bedroom and you saw Ryan still sound asleep on the couch; you let out a sigh of relief. Your eyes gazed across his sleeping form and you remembered the night before- Ryan waking up in the middle of the night for you, paying for your taxi, carrying most of your bags, and most of all, you remembered how the only reason you were even here in the first place was because Ryan was kind enough to let you stay in his apartment. More than grateful for his generosity, you decided that the least you could do was make him some breakfast.

Working quickly before Ryan could wake up, you opened the fridge finding eggs, bacon, some vegetables, and a couple of other ingredients, and began cooking with haste.

As you cracked the second egg for Ryan’s omelet, you heard a big yawn from the couch. Turning towards the sound, you saw a sleepy Ryan who must have taken his hair down. Now that light filled the apartment, you could see him much better, fully appreciating his long brown hair that matched his tired eyes.

“Morning y/n” Ryan mumbled huskily, his deeper morning voice replacing his usual tone while lifting himself from the couch. He began heading for the kitchen, eventually dragging his feet towards the fridge and pulling out a carton of milk before setting it on the island counter.

Taking a big whiff of the air and glimpsing over your shoulder, Ryan suddenly looked a bit more awake, “Wait, are you making breakfast?” he questioned, noticeably intrigued as he tied back up his hair.

“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to wake up yet,” you greeted him with a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment, “but yeah I made omelets and bacon.”

Ryan raised his eyebrows and nodded looking content with your answer.

You suddenly felt Ryan’s presence behind you as he reached for a cabinet above your head, he was careful not to push his body hard against yours, and instead brushed lightly against your back. As Ryan took the handle of the cabinet with one hand, his fingers lightly held your waist with his other, as if to let you know there was no need for you to move for him. Your tank top had already been raised a bit at your waist so you felt the warmth of his hand clearly, and tried not to pay too much attention to how long his rough fingers lingered on your skin. In this position, you were forced to merely stare down at the omelet you were making in hopes your boss didn’t notice your obvious blush.

As Ryan removed himself, as well as his hand, he set two glasses on the island and spoke as he tilted the now opened carton over one of them, “I’m pouring myself some milk, do you want anything?”

Attempting to collect yourself before answering, you paused, trying to hide your flustered state, “Uh, yeah. I’ll um…” You took a deep breath and shook your head a bit so as to shake the lewd thoughts out of your mind, “I’ll just have water, I guess.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ryan opened the fridge, placing the milk back in, “You sure? I think I have some orange juice that’s still good in here.”

Pulling at the edge of your tank top to cover the skin at your waist that his touch still lingered on, you finally caught your breath replying, “Nope. I’m all good with water.”

With that, Ryan simply shrugged his shoulders and filled your glass before sitting at the island across from where you were cooking.

As you finished, the two of you settled into each other’s silent presence. You could tell just from this small moment together that you and Ryan were similar in many ways; the two of you preferred the quiet to awkward small talk, for you both seemed to understand that there was no rush to getting to know each other and that it would happen in its own time.

Once his omelet was done, you rested it on a plate that you had found in one of the cabinets and slid it in front of Ryan with a serving of bacon.

The two of you ate in silence just appreciating each other’s company and every once in a while, discretely stealing glances.

Ryan eventually broke the silence after taking a sip from his glass, “Thank you for breakfast, of course, but please don’t feel like you need to do this kind of stuff for me. I really don’t mind giving you a place to stay until you can find somewhere else, it’s the least I can do, really.” he said, finishing the last of his bacon.

A bit unsure of how to reply, you decided to ask about your luggage instead, “I wasn’t sure where to move my bags or I would’ve gotten them out of your way.”

Ryan scratched his scruffy beard at your change in topics, figuring it wasn’t worth commenting on. He glanced at your bags sitting at the door.

Letting out a quick huff, Ryan groaned seemingly to himself, “Yeah we gotta do something about that.”

Suddenly, Ryan stood up from the island grabbing both empty plates, and walked them to the sink, leaving you at the island.

As you noticed him begin to wash the dishes, you spoke up to stop him, “I was going to wash those, you weren’t supposed to have to do anything this morning.”

Ryan let you finish your complaint, but paid it little mind, “You cooked, so I clean,” he stated matter of factly.

Nodding, you began to understand Ryan a bit more. You could tell he was a bit stubborn, despite his kindness, clearly enjoying doing things his own way. You took in how Ryan looked, spoke, and moved, silently hoping he was doing the same for you. You had only officially met him a few hours ago, yet you definitely began to catch feelings for him, and were a bit embarrassed of such.

You watched Ryan take each plate carefully in his hand before washing it, and you had noted the tenderness he used. You blushed again thinking about the way Ryan gently caressed your waist the same way his hands ran over the plate, and you wondered if he was just as gentle when-

“So what do you think about all of this so far?” Ryan broke the silence once again, glancing over his shoulder, “Do you think you’ll be able to start working tomorrow?”

Lost in your thoughts, Ryan had startled you, obviously catching you a bit off guard.

Before you could reply, Ryan noticed your surprise and spoke again, pulling his hands out of the soapy water and drying them off before leaning his back on the counter to face you, “What’s on your mind? I hope sharing an apartment with me isn’t too awkward for you. I’m sure you would rather room with another chick, but I wasn’t sure what else to do for the time being,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

Ryan’s bashful smile from the night before had now returned, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

He was nervous about you not feeling comfortable around him, but in reality, you were lost in your thoughts, thinking about the exact opposite, “What? No! That’s not a problem at all,” you tried to bite down your laughter, so as to convince him of your seriousness, “I couldn’t even begin to express my gratitude for you- I’m just tired from the long flight, that’s all,” you reassured him hoping he’d buy the excuse, “and to answer your question, I’d honestly like to start working today if possible; I like to keep myself busy.”

Ryan stared at you, looking for any sign of dishonesty or hesitation, but seemed pleased enough for the moment being, “Alright,” he nodded and signaled you to follow him.

The two of you wandered away from the kitchen and he silently led you down a short hallway. Eventually, he pointed at two doors explaining that one would be your room, when he finished cleaning it, of course, and the other was the shared bathroom. Then, he opened another door to a room filled with PCs, recording equipment, and other miscellaneous props.

“Back when Matt used to live here, the second desk and computer belonged to him, but when he moved in with his girlfriend,” Ryan rolled his eyes jokingly emphasizing the last word before continuing, “he said he’d been planning to buy a new PC anyways, so he decided to just leave it here. You’re welcome to use it, of course, when we're not at the Supermegaplex that is, but I noticed you also brought a lot of your own stuff too so don’t feel pressured to use anything you don’t want to.”

As Ryan spoke of Supermega, he began to sound more and more like the Ryan you saw in videos; bubbly and a bit sarcastic. You watched him lean on the door frame of the room with his arms crossed, defining his muscular biceps. His eyes lit up as he talked about the channel; you could tell how proud he was of it.

“Anyways, we have a segment to film tomorrow if you’re down, but as for today, I’ll send over the podcast for you to edit. If you have any questions, just let me know,” Ryan finished, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear as he turned out of the room.

You watched him walk down the hallway and open the door of your room with a sigh, clearly not thrilled to clean it. As for you, you settled into what used to be Matt’s chair, closing your eyes for a moment, just taking in the realness of the opportunity given to you. You were so excited to start this new part of your life, especially with Ryan. Trying not to get too attached to the idea of anything more intense happening between the two of you, you opened up Premiere and began editing; your reason for being in LA in the first place.

“RYAN STOP!” Matt screamed childishly into the mic of the recording room as Ryan laughed hysterically on the couch next to him.

Every day, you felt luckier to be in California editing for Matt and Ryan, cherishing every stupid moment with the even stupider Supermega boys; although, it did take some time to get used to parts of their humor (you had to look away on more than a few occasions when one of the boys decided it would be a good time to drop their pants on camera). Your roommate was always a plus too, and by the second week, both of you had gotten accustomed to each other’s presence. You found his introverted nature charming, and although he had a few odd habits, like his obsession with milk, you couldn’t help but feel admiration for his humble attitude and ability to make you laugh.

“Matthew, I have no idea what your problem with me is, but you absolutely need to swallow a chill pill,” Ryan said jokingly in a serious tone as he purposely messed with Matt, “My chill pill, like swallow my pill- my large, erect pill. Get it, Matt? I’m telling you to-”

Matt cut him off, already done with Ryan’s antics, “Yes Ryan. I get that you want me to suck you off, but we’re making a video right now, so it’s going to have to wait.”

You were recording for the boys with one hand on the camera and your other hand placed over your lips, attempting not to laugh. Ryan’s big, brown eyes met with yours as you tried not to make too much noise and he couldn’t help but subconsciously smile at you before continuing with the bit.

By the end of the video, the boys had managed to make quite a mess of the room, including more than one spilled drink, “Shit, Matt. We really fucked up this time,” Ryan said displeased with what they had done.

All three of you studied the floor that had been covered in all kinds of trash and liquid during the recording of a mailroom video.

“Yeah, we should probably start putting down a tarp or something before we record,” Matt said nonchalantly, “Hey, y/n, can you grab something to wipe this up?”

You, however, a step ahead of the boys, had already begun to place the camera down, and were starting to head towards the door, “On it.”

Strolling down the hallway, and into the kitchen, you sighed, realizing you didn’t know where most of the cleaning supplies were. Opening the cabinets, you managed to find a few rolls of paper towels and grabbed one. Suddenly, you thought back at how much had been spilled and quickly grabbed one more roll, just in case. Holding one in your hand, and placing the other under your arm, you made your way back toward the recording room, hoping this was enough to at least start cleaning up. You thought about how you would apologize for still not knowing the kitchen layout even after 2 weeks.

As you walked up to the door, you faintly heard your name being spoken by Matt, “Well what about y/n?”

Acknowledging your name, you grabbed the handle of the door, about to turn it, but something about the tone it was said in made you second guess walking in; you realized it probably wasn’t his intention for you to hear him.

Baffling even yourself, you watched your hand silently release the door handle and fall to your side. You took a careful step back so as to not make your presence known and pressed your back against the wall opposite the way the door opens.

You had always wondered what was said about you when you weren’t around, sure everyone does a bit, but you never imagined yourself going to such lengths to actually find out. In fact, you were a bit embarrassed of doing something so childish, yet couldn’t find it in you to stop; you were eager to hear what Matt, and especially Ryan, truly thought of you.

“Y/n? No, Matt. Definitely not,” Ryan responded in a harsh whisper.

“Come on man, you can’t lie to me, we’re literally best friends. I see the way you look at her. What about when we were just recording and she started giggling all cute like and you smiled and she blushed and-” Matt responded snarkily and a bit louder than he meant to, but Ryan quickly cut Matt off, shushing him. At the same time, you heard a grunt from the whinier voice, so you could assume Ryan had elbowed him. Your breath caught in your chest and your face began to heat up.

“Dude, shut up! She’s going to hear you!”

Now, you officially knew the conversation wasn’t meant for your ears. However, you were too deep in to stop, so you lightly placed your ear against the wall.

Ryan sighed before continuing, “It’s not like that, but even if it was,” Ryan paused and you held your breath, “I would never want her to feel pressured, I mean not only am I her boss, I’m her roommate. I could never do that to her.”

Your eyes widened and you backed up from the wall, unable to process what was said. You tried to shift the words around in your head, you tried to find any other meaning for them, but you couldn’t. Ryan liked you. Ryan felt the same way about you that you felt about him, but he didn’t want to hurt or pressure you. You thought about that first morning the two of you shared together and remembered the sheepish smile he looked at you with as he apologized for ‘the situation’ he had ‘put you in’ by not being another girl for you to room with instead. Everything made sense, all of it: the nights he would abruptly stand up from the couch you two shared and would retreat back to his room for the night, the times he would rush out of the house after eating breakfast with you, and the times he would refuse to drink much around you at all. You had to do something, you had to let him know, but you knew you couldn’t do it here. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and quickly crept back into the kitchen so as to not raise suspicion.

Once you were far enough away from the recording room, you spoke up, pretending you had been there all along, “Can one of you guys help me? I don’t know where some of the cleaning supplies are.”

After a few seconds passed, you heard footsteps and saw Ryan standing bashfully in front of you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment until you saw him look down at the paper towels you were holding. He thought about what else he should grab before walking past you and opening a cabinet that held some carpet cleaner and trash bags.

You paused before speaking to him, “I’m sorry, I know it’s a hassle for you to have to help me with something so simple, but I-”

Ryan, making his way over to you, quickly interrupted your apology, grabbing one of the paper towel rolls from your hand.

He stared down at you, and you up at him, his eyes completely genuine, “Y/n. Don’t ever apologize for needing help. It was unfair of us to expect you to know where everything is when you’re still new here. If anything, it’s me who owes you an apology, okay?”

As he grabbed the roll, your fingers brushed, sending sparks throughout your entire body and the two of you stood there for just a moment before Ryan purposefully slid his thumb against your hand, waiting for you to respond. You, however, were breathless and said nothing, just staring back at him.

“Okay?” Ryan egged on a response one more time. You nodded slowly and broke eye contact to look down as to hide your blush, and Ryan did the same, taking a step back.

The two of you silently made your way back into the recording room to see Matt with arms full of paper, plastic, and cardboard.

“You guys sure took your sweet time,” Matt mumbled out before speaking up, “Ryan, do me a favor and hold that garbage bag open for me.”

A couple of weeks had passed since the mailroom situation and everything was going better than you ever could have imagined. The boys were all super funny, and kind, and everything you could have hoped for. Even though you were offered a workspace in the ‘Supermegaplex’, you decided to do most of your editing at your’s and Ryan’s apartment. You knew the living arrangements between the two of you were only temporary, but you wanted to cherish it while you still could.

The boy was definitely a homebody more than anything else and so you noticed Ryan didn’t really leave the apartment unless he needed to, hence why the two of you would spend most nights on the couch with a couple of beers and maybe a joint, playing video games or watching a movie; this night was no different.

“And so I’m on hour two of editing this video, trying to figure out how to do it in a way that actually makes you guys sound funny,” you say barely holding in your giggles as you stared at Ryan who was across from you on the couch, “and Matt walks in, like the idiot he is, not asking the last time I saved, and pulled the plug of the computer, erasing literally everything I had done!”

Ryan now was laughing too, letting out his classic chuckle as he took a sip of his beer.

“Anyways, needless to say, I yelled at him before making him do all the editing on that Let’s Play.”

Placing his now empty can on the coffee table, he spoke with a playful smile, “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

The two of you giggled again before you shifted your focus to the television, “Ryan this movie is awful, can we please put something else on?”

His eyebrows furrow in response, “Y/N, you say that as if you’ve actually been paying attention to it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, “Maybe I’d watch it if it were more interesting.”

The remote was sitting on the end table next to Ryan so you tried to reach over him, but as you crawled closer to him, he tensed up a bit, unsure of what you were planning. You did your best to try to reach it without falling on top of him, stretching your body in the process, but Ryan still had to hand it to you, regardless. Ryan did his best not to look at the way your back arched as you reached for the remote or the way your shirt rode up as you did so, exposing a bit of your waist. You pulled away, completely unaware of the dilemma currently playing through Ryan’s head.

Even though Ryan had enjoyed spending most of his free time alone in the past, there was something comforting about your presence that didn’t drain his social battery. You two had a natural and undeniable connection due to your personality- something that Ryan grew attracted to. Ryan would never admit it, but the latter was the real reason he had been considering asking you to just drop your plans to find new roommates, but he worried that it was out of place for him to ask this of you as your boss.

Because of this, Ryan determined it would be best for him to keep these thoughts to himself, instead deciding he would simply appreciate your company while he could- so when he caught himself glancing at your thighs and ass peeking out of your pajama shorts, or when he had a feeling you were a bit more touchy with him than the others at the ‘Supermegaplex’, he ignored it, doing his best to push away any attraction he began to develop for you.

“Actually, you know what? I’m bored,” you spoke up, breaking Ryan’s contemplation, “How about we play a game?”

Ryan squinted his eyes at you hesitantly, “Uh oh. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

You laughed before continuing, “Come on, it’ll be fun! One full round of Mario Kart, four courses, loser does whatever the winner says,” You looked at Ryan with hopeful eyes when he didn’t respond, “Please, Ryan! We haven’t played Mario Kart in two whole weeks!”

He sighed, “Fine, but if I win, you’re doing my laundry for a week.”

You cheered giddily before turning on the game and setting it to 150cc. The two of you picked your characters carefully; both of you were competitive people, and both of you were eager to win this.

“You’re going down, Magee!” You shouted as the countdown started.

“Yeah right, I can already see it now, a laundryless week full of relaxation,” Ryan replied, cockily.

You won the first round, but Ryan was on your tail the entire race, and the second race was Ryan’s win, but you too were following at a close second. As the third race started, you began to get a bit nervous; it was anyone’s game, and Ryan wasn’t going to give it up easily. Luckily for you though, Ryan got blue-shelled at the very last moment in the race, allowing you to swiftly take the lead. You took a deep breath as the final round started, you knew that it wasn’t over yet, as Ryan could easily tie it all up, which would mean all your hard work was for nothing.

Suddenly, you remembered what you had overheard a couple of weeks back, and even though it was a bit of a low blow, you took your jacket off, leaving you in only an athletics bra; you were hoping it might distract your opponent.

“What’s that for?” Ryan asked skeptically.

You giggled before replying, tossing your hoodie over your shoulder, “It just feels like this race is heating up a bit, so I took off my jacket. Got a problem with it, Magee?”

He couldn’t help but smile at your joke but rolled his eyes, nevertheless, “No problem at all sweetheart, you’re damn right this race is heating up. Expect to eat my dust.”

Sweetheart.

Your breath caught in your chest at the nickname he gave you. Maybe your plan was working out a bit too well.

Perhaps it was a curiosity for whatever plan you had, or perhaps it was because of how determined you looked to win, but Ryan found himself throwing the race once you fell behind him during the last lap. He faked disappointment and allowed you a 3-1 win, even clapping for you in the awards.

“I told you I’d beat you!” you laughed a bit childishly, throwing your hands in the air, causing your breasts to bounce a bit in the loose-fitting athletics bra, “Alright now to figure out what I want you to do…”

“You didn’t already have something planned?” Ryan questioned.

“Well…” you began, “I could just have you do my laundry for a week, but I was thinking; how do you feel about me staying with you for another couple months in the apartment?”

Ryan’s heart swelled, “Y/N, you can stay with me as long as you’d like. There’s no one whose company I appreciate more; I mean, I like you a lot, Y/N.”

Suddenly, the room felt tenser, and the two of you seemed closer than before. Before you knew it, you were leaning into Ryan, gently placing your lips to his; he pulled away after a moment, though.

“Y/N-” he started, but you cut him off.

“Ryan, please kiss me again,” you begged.

“Fuck,” Ryan groaned before pulling you into another kiss.

You crawled onto his lap to deepen the kiss, teasing his lip with your teeth a bit as your hand snuck to the back of his head, tugging at the roots. Carefully, you ground your hips into Ryan subtly, feeling him slowly harden beneath you.

Ryan once again pulls away from the kiss, this time looking at you intensely and apologetically for a moment before speaking, “Y/N, please don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

Starting to become annoyed with Ryan, you began kissing his neck and grinding into him harder, pulling a low groan from him.

“Jesus Christ, Ryan. I’m an adult, aren’t I?” you snapped.

“Yes, of course, but-” you cut Ryan off by massaging his member through his shorts, crawling off of him to kneel between his knees.

“Actually, Mr. Magee,” you looked up at him innocently, “I was wondering if you’d just let me suck you off as my prize instead?”

“Shit, baby,” was all Ryan could muster up as he looked at how pretty you were on your knees for him, pulling you into one more kiss before letting you have your reward.

Removing his cock from his shorts, you stared at him hungrily as his member sprung up proudly, already leaking precum. You were all but drooling at the sight of his girth, imagining what he would feel like inside you; you squeezed your legs together before licking his shaft from hilt to head agonizingly slow, looking into his eyes. Ryan bit back any sounds as you completely removed his pants and boxers, leaving him bare.

Suddenly, you took him all the way into your mouth, not wasting any more time teasing him; you figured he wasn’t the kind of guy who appreciated being teased for too long.

There was no way for Ryan to suppress a needy groan from falling out of his mouth as he hit the back of your throat. He lightly tangled his hand into your hair, encouragingly rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

Slowly bobbing your head, you used your hand to work whatever you couldn’t take, giving extra attention to his head with your tongue. You flicked your gaze up to Ryan and felt a shiver run through you when you saw his dark eyes, foggy with lust, watching the scene before him. You weren’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but all you knew now was you wanted to be fucked by Ryan more than anything else.

You pulled off Ryan, kissing his head before speaking, “Can I please ride you, baby?” You asked, drool and precum falling from your chin, eyes looking up at him in a daze.

You could feel his cock twitch in your hand immediately and he held back a groan, “Y/N are you sure you want this? Please don’t let me make you feel obligated to do anything.”

You felt your brows furrow and you stood up to climb back onto his lap. You pulled him into a hungry kiss, tugging at his hair as you did so.

“Ryan, what else do I have to do to show you that I want you to fuck me?” You asked, aggressively nipping at his neck, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you. I don’t care if you’re my boss or roommate, hell, I’m sure Justin would love my company for a week or two while I find somewhere to stay.” Grabbing the clasp of your sports bra, you unclip it before tossing it to the side and leaving yourself exposed, “Every day I’ve sat in this apartment yearning for you, and even now I’ve already sucked you off, so do I need to do all the work here, or are you going to finally just loosen up and fuck me into this couch?”

“Y/N baby, I’m so glad your original roommates canceled on you,” Ryan spoke before finally slamming his lips into yours.

With that, he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he did so.

“Where do you want me?” he asked between kisses.

“Fuck, Ryan,” you moaned as you felt his bare cock nudge up against you, “Your bed, please take me to your bed.”

Ryan kneaded your ass as he took you into his room after nudging open the door. Laying you gently on the bed, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head before standing before you in all his glory.

“Ryan, I’ve wanted this for so long,” you couldn’t help but say lovingly.

“Me too, hun, me too,” he replied as he climbed onto the bed.

His finger prodded at the waistband of your panties, slipping down to tease your clothed cunt. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” Ryan says almost subconsciously, "Lift your hips up for me, love.”

You, of course, complied, urgently following his request.

He pulled the fabric off of you, kissing up your leg, thigh to ankle, as he does so.

Ryan was beyond gentle, doing everything in his power to give you time to back out between kisses. He carefully spread your legs, nibbling the inside of your thigh before he decided you had dealt with enough teasing; he finally made contact with your cunt. Your toes curled and you let out a quiet moan as your back slightly arched off the bed.

Ryan slowly made work of your folds, praising you as he did. His tongue ran across your clit, causing you to curse. You grabbed his hair, tangling your fingers in it, searching for stability when Ryan dipped a rough finger into your warmth. At the same time, his lips wrap around your clit in an intense suction.

Finally opening your eyes, you see Ryan, covered in your slick, looking up at you needily. Wrapping his free hand around your thigh, Ryan pulls your cunt closer to him, causing you to let out a high-pitched noise you didn’t even know you could make.

You felt a knot forming in your belly as Ryan added another finger, curling them to hit your G spot every time. There was no doubt Ryan was experienced.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” Ryan breathed, “Please baby, I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

Your walls pulsed around his fingers one last time before your grip on Ryan’s hair tightened. His plea had brought you over the edge and your back arched, pushing your cunt into his mouth as you came.

As you came down from your high, Ryan pulled you into a sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips; you moaned.

“Think you can give me one more, sweetheart?” Ryan asked; you nodded.

“How about this time, you cum on my cock, how does that sound?”

You nodded once more, struggling to speak after such an intense orgasm.

“Sorry baby, what did you say? You don’t have it in you?” Ryan teased.

“Please Ryan, just fuck me already,” You mumbled out.

Ryan bored his needy head up against your hole, dragging it along your folds.

He chuckled before speaking up again, “I know you said earlier that you wanted to ride me, but you can do that another time; for now, let me show you how grateful I am.”

With that, he began slowly pushing himself into you, sucking on your neck as he did so to try to ease any pain that he worried his girth might give you.

Ryan slowly thrusted in and out of you, gauging your reactions to each thrust of his hips.

“You’re taking me so well, I knew you would,” he groaned, trying to praise you, but you were having none of it.

After a couple of thrusts, it was obvious that Ryan was still hesitant to hurt you, and so his cock moved inside of you at an excruciating pace.

“Don’t be afraid of breaking me Ryan,” you spoke, “I’m not made of glass, so fuck me so I can feel good.”

Ryan chuckled again, “Sorry baby, I just wanted to make sure you were okay first.”

With his reply, he gripped your hips and began pounding into you.

Immediately, you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure.

Ryan pulled you into another kiss as he snuck one of his hands to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it, hoping to encourage a second orgasm from you. You were a moaning mess under him, wrapping your ankles around his hips subconsciously.

“Fuck, Ryan,” you whined, “I’m close.”

“Me too, Sweetheart,” Ryan replied before adjusting positions so your ankles rested above his shoulders. From this angle, he was ramming into your g spot with every thrust, sending shocks throughout your entire body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ryan mumbled between groans, “Cum for me one last time, Sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice as you were already on the edge of your high. As you came, Ryan pulled out, cumming on your stomach.

The two of you sat there for a moment catching your breaths before you started laughing, “Ryan, I should probably tell you,” you admitted, “I overheard you and Matt talking after the mailroom video, I’m not usually this forward, I’ve just known.”

Ryan sat up, mouth agape before replying, “Matt’s always too fucking loud, but maybe I’ll let him off the hook just this once,” he said as he pulled you into one last kiss.

#ryan magee #ryan magee x reader #ryan magee smut #supermega #supermega x reader #supermega smut #lavender creame writing

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clumsyprincesstofu · 2 years ago

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The Game Night Incident

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.

#supermega x reader #supermega #ryan magee #matt watson #ryan magee x reader #x reader #reader insert #supermega fanfic #supermega fanfiction #fanfiction

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fruityfics · 5 months ago

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~Blog Introduction~

Hi, I’m Felix (he/him) and this is my gayass fanfic blog🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Im mainly known on here for my other blogs: felix-floyd, lucifers-slutty-waist, bulletsforyourtrain, and geefrankieroway.

I’m a 20 year old trans man who loves reading fanfics, but hate that all the male ones are x fem!reader, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. So I’m dedicating this blog to writing fanfics that are x male!reader, x transmasc!reader, x male!oc, male character x male character, etc.

I can do SFW or NSFW

And I am planning on taking requests eventually!!

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People/characters I plan on writing for:

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

~ Lucifer

~ Alastor

~ Vox

~ Angel Dust

~ Husk

Game Grumps/NSP:

~ Dan Avidan

~ Danny Sexbang

~ Alex Taylor

~ Arin Hansen

~ Ryland Tate

~ Ninja Brian

~ Ryan Magee

~ TWRP members

My Chemical Romance:

~ Gerard Way

~ Frank Iero

~ Mikey Way

~ Ray Toro

~ Party Poison

~ Fun Ghoul

~ Kobra Kid

~ Jet Star

Bullet Train:

~ Tangerine

~ Ladybug

~ Lemon

Umbrella Academy:

~ Klaus

~ Five

~ Diego

~ Viktor

~ Hazel

Other:

- Markiplier

~ Jeremy Jordan

~ Jack Kelly

~ Luigi (Mario movie version💚)

~ Bowser (also Mario movie)

~ Deadpool

- Beetlejuice

- Link

- Revali

~ Dylan Fuentes (Deadrising 3, look him up I love him)

~ And more if I feel like it🙃

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Of course, a lot of these would be upon request and I could do more in those fandoms if requested, or even other fandoms if I know them. I wanna do a little bit of everything so everyone has a place to go for good mlm fanfics and not be triggered reading she/her pronouns when reading x readers <3 <3 <3

Stay tuned for the fics!

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ghxstlike · 1 year ago

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an update.

to make it short, in my old post about what fandoms i write for has now changed. a reminder that matt watson and ryan magee are probably two of the most shittiest people i have ever come across. they deserve the absolute worst.

anyways, here are the NEW fandoms i will be writing for!

obey me (first game and nightbringer!)

blooming panic

mystic messenger

resident evil (mostly leon kennedy)

fnaf security breach and ruin dlc

markiplier & his egos

what i am writing at the moment is leviathan x reader! i’ve been working on it for about a few days now, so hopefully in about a week i’ll post it onto ao3!

#bailee talks i guess lmao

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dedetypes · 3 years ago

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hey shawty 😈, could I have a ryan x reader where we go on a roadtrip with him- maybe an h/c type thing :> thank you and I hope you're doing well <3

a/n: YO wuddup I hope you enjoy this! luv u :-)

pairing: ryan magee x reader

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"You wanna go to the store?"

Ryan would be casual as he asks

"You know... we could just go for a drive."

Why not both?

The trip is unplanned but it starts out okay

You have your snacks, drinks, and you even got him to stop for coffee

His hand would be laced with your own as you cruise down the street

"Wait-Ryan that was our exit-Ryan!"

"Pfft, no it wasn't..."

Giggles fill the car as you look at the recalculating GPS

Stopping at random gas stations in cities you've never been in just to find stupid little souvenirs

"Aw look, this one says Y/N."

"Its a speedo, Ryan..."

"And? OH LOOK, they have one with Ryan-"

"We are not getting matching speedos!"

You end up getting them

Watching the sunset at some random park

The music would be playing softly in the background

Reaching out, you'd grab his hand and play with his fingers

Your voices mingling as you talk about life and the future

His eyes are so full of adoration as he gazes at you

"Take a picture it'll last longer." You laugh, face blushing from his stare

You watch as he fumbles with his pockets, indeed pulling out his phone and pointing it at you

"Ryan I was kidding-"

"Shh, just act like I'm not here."

Road trips with Ryan are full of cherished conversations and soft smiles

All he wants to do is spend time with you

And this is his favorite way how

#ryan magee x reader #ryan magee x you #ryan magee hc #ryan magee imagine #ryan magee fic #supermega x reader #supermega imagine

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masterkief · 4 years ago

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request: i literally had a dreqm about it but maybe... where yr drunk or something and ryan takes care of you nd tucks you in bed but u kinda whine cuz u dont want him to leave:.... *rots and dies* im sorry if this is so wordy LMAO n e ways love yr blog!!!!! :) <3

hiii I really hope you like this 🥺 @twoheadedboypt2

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My head was fuzzy, a noise filled my ears like rushing waves; I was stupid drunk. Deciding it was finally time to try and walk though, I pushed myself away from the kitchen counter; stumbling briefly.

Taking my time I wondered through the house ignoring unwanted conversation and trying my hardest not to fall over. Making it to the living room I spotted him sitting on the arm of the couch making everyone around him laugh like he always did.

His eyes lit up when they caught mine.

“Y/N!” He called, waving me over.

Annihilated or not my lips couldn’t help but pull themselves into a smile.

“Hey handsome.” I said, somehow managing not to slur my words.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and sat on his lap. Shifting so that he could hold both of us on the couch arm, his hand held onto my hip.

“You uh...good Y/N?” He asked, his breath against my ear causing goosebumps.

I pulled away a bit and raised an eyebrow. It was getting harder to pretend I was “sober”.

“I am fineeee Magee.” I booped his nose, “Are you?”

A smirk pulled at his lips, the grip he had on my hip tightening. He knew I was fucked up, his sudden concerned expression making it harder to lie.

Ryan had seen me fucked up plenty of times, always playing the part of my knight in shining armor and coming to my rescue. I don’t know how he wasn’t sick of me by now.

“Okay fine, I’m fucked up.” I whimpered with a pout.

Ryan laughed, sliding me off of him gently. Standing, he held me in place.

“You want me to drive you home?” He said over the music.

I nodded as a sting of embarrassment touched my cheeks. I hated when Ryan had to play babysitter.

Saying our goodbyes, he then lead me from the house with my hand tightly in his.

By the time we got to (and into) my place I was ready to keel over.

“Y/N let’s go, your room is literally 2 feet away.” Ryan groaned when I stopped to “rest” on my couch.

Pouting again I tried to find words of protest but failed, yawning instead. Ryan rolled his eyes at my silence and stomped towards me.

“Y/N seriously get.up.”

Ryan trying to scold me was hilarious for some reason, a small chuckle escaping my throat followed by a hiccup. He scoffed and before I knew it he was lifting me up and over his shoulder.

“Oh Ryan!” I cried, too drunk to really resist. “Come on I could’ve walked.”

Ignoring me he continued to my room. Eventually my back met with the mattress, Ryan standing over me; examining me.

“Well.” I slurred wiggling “seductively” on my bed.

Ryan gave me a suspicious look, earning another smile from me.

“You wanted me in here so bad, aren’t you gonna help ya girl out?” I provoked, hinting at him taking my clothes off for me.

Ryan once again rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Jesus christ Y/N I fucking hate you sometimes.”

Hesitating, he walked towards me. I was going to fuck with him and call him a perv but the thought of Ryan undressing me held any smart comment I could make in the back of my throat. I observed quietly as he confidently undid the button of my jeans, slowly sliding them downward. Lifting my shirt up and over my head, his eyes then found themselves transfixed on my chest.

“Ryan.” I pretended to scold him.

Quickly shaking any inappropriate thoughts away, he threw an oversized tshirt at me like a dodgeball.

“Alright.” He said once I crawled under my blankets, “Are you good now?”

He was closer to my door than I had wanted.

“Ryan?” I said, my voice like a whiny child.

“Y/N?” He replied folding his arms over his chest.

“Will you stay with me?”

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the way Ryan once again went out of his way to take care of me, but I was feeling...soft...cuddly? His expression of disbelief was somewhat unsettling, making me instantly regret my suggestion.

“A-are you su-....like in the same bed? Are you sure?”

I guess I had caught him off guard, but I couldn’t help but giggle at his sudden nervousness.

“Ryan you stripped me half naked but sleeping in bed with me is what freaks you out?” I joked shaking my head in amazement.

Without a word he rolled his eyes and made his way to my bed. Undressing to his boxers he then stood next to the bed in silence. Laughing again I slid over to give him some room.

“Come on big boy.” I teased patting the empty space, “Make baby happy.”

Turning away from him and onto my side, I felt him finally get in. I was worried I was going to have to ask him to cuddle but before I could even process how to go about it, his arm snaked it’s way over my waist and his body pressed against my back. Snuggling into him more, I could finally close my eyes.

“Thanks for taking care of me...again.” I said, drifting off to sleep.

Squeezing me tighter, his lips met the back of my head.

“Anything for the precious little baby.”

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supermega-fix · 4 years ago

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hey 👋

so uhhhh prolly gonna get called cringe but i just enjoy writing and wanted to write supermega fics

hope you enjoy 😌

#supermega #fanfiction #matt watson #ryan magee #matt watson x reader #ryan magee x reader

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littleskeletonprincessss · 8 months ago

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Buzzed - Ryan Magee x Reader

"So someone actually threw panties on the stage?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

"I swear to God, Y/N. The Houston show was great. I think you're gonna be really - surprised - by everything that happened." Ryan laughed.

"I can't wait. We'll order some pizza when you get home, okay? And maybe after, I'll do that thing you like."

I could practically hear Ryan's eyes roll and toothy smile light up his face.

"Sounds good, Babe. I'll see you on Saturday."

"I love you, Ry."

"Love you too, Y/N."

Hanging up I threw my phone on the couch next to me, alerting Lego before he laid his head back down on his paws. Scratching behind his ears I thought about how long Ryan had been gone.

The YouTube channel Ryan and Matt shared had started to gain popularity, and people wanted even more content, so they decided to start going on comedy tours. Normally, I would try and go with them for at least part of it but I wasn't able to get work off this time.

They'd been gone for a week, travelling around Texas, and Ryan and I would talk every night before bed, about everything and nothing, just savoring the time we had together.

After a while I turned I headed to bed, alone. I never slept well while Ryan was gone and I couldn't wait until he was back so I could sleep through the night again, Ryan lying on me like weighted blanket, arms around my waist while my fingers tangled in his hair where his head rested on my chest.

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(Ryan's POV)

"So someone actually threw panties on the stage?"

"I swear to God, Y/N. The Houston show was great. I think you're gonna be really - surprised - by everything that happened." I laughed, running my fingers over my scalp.

"I can't wait. We'll order some pizza when you get home, okay? And maybe after, I'll do that thing you like."

I rolled my eyes at our inside joke, knowing that ' that think I like' is just her running her fingers through my hair while we lie in bed. It took everything I had to act like normal and not let her know that we wouldn't be doing that for a while.

I hadn't told her that Matt and I shaved our heads at the Houston show. For all she knew, my hair was still the shaggy shoulder length mop it'd been since we started dating. Part of me worried about how she would react, but the bigger part of me knew that it wouldn't take her long to get over it. That's what it hoped anyway.

"Sounds good, Babe. I'll see you on Saturday."

"I love you, Ry."

"Love you too, Y/N."

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I walked into our apartment Saturday afternoon and dropped my bag by the front door. Lego exited the bedroom to check what the noise was before realizing it was me and running in to lick my face.

"Hey, buddy." I laughed, moving my head to try and avoid the slobber I knew was inevitable. "Did you miss me?" I scratched his back before standing. "Where's Y/N, huh Lego?"

Walking into the bedroom I found her laying on my side of the bed, deep in sleep, made obvious by the loud snores she let out, not that she'd ever admit that.

I walked in, slipping my shoes and jacket off, and slid into the bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and burying my head in her neck, pressing light kisses.

The snoring stopped as she glanced over as much as she could, startled before she realized it was me and turning back to her original position.

"Hey, you're back." She mumbled sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Half past two. What are you still doing in bed?"

"Mmm- I had to work closing last night, I didn't get home until 3:30 this morning."

Frowning I lifted my head from her neck and kissed her cheek, rubbing her back.

"I hate you working those long hours. You know you don't have to work, right?" I was lucky enough that my career allowed me to provide comfortably for the both of us, and I really did hate seeing how tired her job made her sometimes, and wanted her to know I'd take care of her.

"Yeah, I know." She turned to cuddle into my chest. "We can still order pizza later, but since you're already here..." she trailed off, running her hand to the back of my neck where she would usually find hair.

"Ry?" She opened her eyes, sitting up and looking at me, eyes widening after realizing my lack of hair. "What did you do?"

Sitting up I leaned against the headboard.

"Remember how I told you that the Houston show was crazy?"

"Your hair is gone Ry. I don't understand - Why?" She reached her hand up to feel the fuzz covering my head.

"If I said we were just trying to keep things fresh, would you accept that for an answer?"

"You didn't have a reason?"

"..No.."

After a moment of silence and running her fingers across my buzzed scalp she finally spoke.

"I mean, I guess I could get used to it, but you couldn't have warned me? Fucking hell, Ryan. You gotta warn a girl, I loved your hair."

"Yeah, well you love me without it too, right?" I said, grinning as I reached forward to grab her waist.

Her arms wrapped around my neck. "Yeah, I guess you're alright."

"I promise I won't cut it again for a while, okay?" I offered, pulling her closer into a kiss.

"You won't have anything to cut for a while. But okay, just keep me informed this time."

"Sure, I'll just give you a buzz." I laughed.

"Nope, you're done." she smirked, pushing away and lying back down, pulling me with her.

#ryan magee #ryan magee imagines #ryan magee x reader

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lavender-creame · 8 months ago

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maybe for St. Patrick's Day you could write something about getting drunk on St. Patrick's Day with Ryan and him wearing that Kiss Me I'm Irish tank top and that leading to some giggly drunk sex?

Barhopping (Ryan Magee x Reader)

| Minors DNI | 18+ only | 5.9k words Summary: Your best friend, Kia, takes you out barhopping on St. Patrick's day to help you get over your last relationship. Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, sex, mentions of alcohol a/n: I'm back!! mwah <33. You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

The ache and yearning you’d felt since the night your ex cheated on you seemed to always find its way back to you on the brightest days. Unfortunately for you, the ‘Golden State’ held onto its title tight, and shined through your window no matter the time.

It was 9:13 PM, and technicolor still blinded your eyes through the cracks in your curtains as your best friend, Kia, sat in front of you, lightly patting your face with powder.

"So, remind me, Y/N, how long has it been since you and Jake broke up?" Kia asked, smirking.

As your best friend, she knew all the best ways to prod you, even worse, she knew that because she was doing you a favor, there wasn’t too much you could truly complain about.

"You’ve been hinting at it all night, Kia, don’t start with me-" you replied, attempting to cut her off with a grumble and roll of your eyes, but she had already begun and you knew that this conversation was a long time coming.

The truth was, the relationship had been long over even before that fateful night; what is a relationship if it’s dateless, sexless, and loveless? Truth is, that was no relationship at all. Still, seeing him with another woman gave you a feeling you doubt you’ll ever forget, and as much as you spent most nights desiring nothing more than to be held, days, months, and now years hadn’t helped you overcome the fears that clouded your mind.

"No, YN!” She spoke playfully, “Come on! It’s been a year and a half. It’s time for you to get back out there, and this is the perfect night!"

You held a tube of Kia’s mascara between your fingers, fiddling with the textures, sighing, and shifting uncomfortably. "Kia, you know how bad Jake cheating on me messed me up. I just don’t know if I’m ready to trust anyone enough to fall in love."

Pulling your face back into position, Kia shot you an annoyed look in the complaint of your shuffling, silently warning you not to ruin her hard work.

Within the blink of an eye, however, her glare softened back into a smirk. "Who says you gotta fall in love to have a little fun?"

You laughed at her audacity as she refocused on her task at hand. "YN, if you keep moving, this mascara is going to make you look like a raccoon."

This time taking her warning seriously, you commented once more before truly and actually holding still: "You can’t blame me when you know I’ve never done anything remotely casual before let alone a one-night stand with someone I’ve met at a bar.”

Kia chuckled, "Well, maybe you should," patting your cheek to let you know she finished her work.

Letting you see the final product, she turned the mirror towards you, letting you admire yourself. The makeup was light and dewy; brushed onto you, without coating. It was perfect. Dropping the tube, you hugged Kia to thank her for her time, but even more, for her care.

"Alright, it’s done now, so try not to move too much while it’s drying.”

Kia stood up and began the work on her own face, picking her shade as you too lifted yourself from the bed to begin thumbing through shirts. As you picked your outfit, and Kia finished her makeup, you thought about how despite wanting to prove her wrong, chances were, it wouldn’t solve anything. The truth was, it really had been some time since you last were kissed, much less had sex. You and her both knew that your ex had left you in shambles, but perhaps was right when she hinted that the amount of time passing was getting a bit absurd. Although you never guessed a one-night stand would be of interest to you, there was a chance that popping your last long-term relationship cherry would finally set you on the right foot.

Stepping outside, the air was just warm enough to wear the outfit you had chosen but still cool enough to fit the still earliness of the spring. The sun had just begun to set when you slid into the Uber, and while sitting next to the window, you realized you were gifted a perfect view of the sky. It shimmered with bright oranges and reds, yellow clouds scraping the sky and clashing with the green that covered the town for the night. Laughter filled the night sky as a group of drunk girls walked past your now parked Uber, giggling about who knows what; Kia dragged you out the door into the first bar.

“Your first shot is on me, cause’ we're making sure you get laid tonight!” She said with an inarguable excitement in her voice which when paired with the shot she shoved in your hand, shut down your long list of grievances. Looking between your enthusiastic friend and the drink in your hand, you knew that she truly just wanted to see you happy, so instead of complaining, you responded with a simple shrug, downing the liquid in one, swift gulp.

The bar you walked into was much emptier than either of you would have guessed, but you both sat down regardless. It was a nice, quaint bar with pop culture posters lining the walls alongside a few pinups. The two of you hadn’t been to this bar in years and although it looked the same, you definitely remembered to be busier.

“So what? We may not be able to find you a man here,” Kia started, “But we sure as hell can start drinking before we move on to the next bar!”

You laughed at the thought, slowly settling into the idea of finding someone to stay the night with. The two of you clinked glasses before taking large sips of the cocktails in front of you, finishing the drinks, and ordering another as you stood up and started a game of darts.

As you returned your empty glasses to the bartender, Kia hailed a second Uber. You ignored her winning taunts, smiling and rolling your eyes, knowing that there were pool tables at the next bar where you would get your revenge.

You were relieved to see that this bar had a better and busier vibe, it was bigger, but not huge, and you knew, just by glancing around, that there were plenty of possible suitors. The bar’s name was ‘Mr Furley’s Bar’ and used to be your favorite back in college. The lighting was warm and the walls and furniture were covered in a beautiful hardwood. Red pool tables were lined up all the way to the back wall, and it was always one of the most popular places to be, especially on a night like tonight. Splitting off from the entrance, you and Kia found yourselves at the last open pool table starting a rematch that was quickly interrupted.

"Mind if we join you, ladies? Looks like all the other tables are taken."

Turning around, you were met with the sight of two men, the one who spoke was tall and skinny. His hair was a bleached blond with dark roots and a smile that when spread across his face was beyond contagious. The man that stood beside him; however, made you blush from sight alone. He too was tall, but was built much more broadly, with shoulders that stretched across his strong body and long brunette hair that fell atop them in loose waves. His beard was clean-cut and defined his jawline to a sharp edge. He was dressed in such a way that you couldn’t help but giggle, a bright green tee hung upon his muscled chest that said ‘Kiss Me I’m Irish” a shirt which you could tell he wore with an ironic pride, numerous cheap plastic necklaces draped around his defined collar bones as well.

You and Kia looked at each other, you shrugging and her looking at you mischievously, which suddenly made you regret your nonchalantness surrounding them joining your match. You couldn’t believe yourself as butterflies filled your stomach. You knew that half of them were anxiety and the other were from excitement, regardless; nausea was the result. After all the contemplation you had done over the last couple hours, you thought that when the time came, you’d feel ready, but now that it was happening, there was finally a guy who you were interested in right in front of you, you were a nervous wreck, and all you could focus on were your sweaty palms and the way his biceps peaked through his tee.

“Yeah, no problem, we’ll share, but not for free, of course. You two definitely owe us drinks for this.” Kia said playfully, inviting one to buy you some liquor to loosen your anxiety.

The blond stepped forward, "No worries, that was already the plan. We never receive without giving in return,” he said with a smile and a wink as his friend beside him scoffed at his innuendo, although amusement was still present on his face.

The broad-shouldered friend spoke, trying to turn the conversation, “I’m Ryan,” he looked to his side, inviting the blonde to speak again.

He spoke with a playful and childlike confidence that exuded the same energy as that of a middle schooler, introducing himself as Matt.

Ryan quickly cut into the conversation by turning to you, “What’s your drink of choice…,” he paused, giving you time to introduce yourself.

Your breath caught in your throat as he turned his attention in your direction; you rather liked his voice.

“Y/N and you should pick a shot for us both to take together.”

Ryan smiled, “Shots,” he thought out loud, “Alright, I like that energy. I got just the one.”

Ryan nodded and asked Kia the same, taking a mental note of her answer before heading towards the bar.

“Wow, okay,” Kia said, pulling you out of your trance before she redirected her attention to Matt, “I’m thinking teams, you and me versus her and Ryan.

When Matt’s already amused smile turned into a devilish grin in response to Kia’s request, you realized that both friends were on the same quest: to get their buddy laid, and oh boy, they stared at each other as if they had both stumbled across a gold mine.

As the three of you waited for Ryan to return with the drinks, you made conversation, getting to know each other before Ryan came back holding a drink and two shots. He handed Kia’s glass over before heading to you. Looking at the two shots, you realize that although you’d never seen shots like them before, they looked delicious. They were a beautiful shade of brown that you were sure was some kind of whiskey or bourbon, topped off with whipped cream. Ryan smiled as he returned, noting your curiosity. However, as Matt’s gaze also fell on the shots he began laughing.

“Dude, no way you still ordered them,” he turned to you, “they have a crazy name, but I promise they’re great.”

Looking down at the drinks himself, Ryan suddenly looked surprised followed by a bit of bashfulness, “Shit. I didn’t even think of that,” He spoke as if he made some kind of mistake before he sighed, “Me and Matt always order these to start off the night, and I honestly didn’t think anything of it until now, but,” he said, pausing once again, hesitant to say their title out loud, “It’s called a ‘Blow Job’ shot, I promise I didn’t mean it to be weird though, I swear.”

Matt and Kia’s small, and hidden chuckles had turned louder at hearing Ryan admit such a thing aloud.

Ryan ignored them and continued, “You know what? Me and Matt can just take them and I can go grab you another shot-”

You cut him off, finding his embarrassment cute, “No, I’ll take it with you. What is that? Whiskey? It’s St. Patrick’s Day so it’s perfect.”

“Close, it’s Irish Cream Liquor.”

“Even better.”

The two of you shared a smile and readied yourselves to take the shots as Kia pulled Matt away to grab cues as well as give the two of you some space. As you and Ryan threw back the shots, you could tell that he was much more tolerant of the taste of liquor than you. While you tried your best not to cough, he swallowed the liquid in stride. Even despite the burn, Matt was right, the shot was easily one of the best you’ve had. The liquor itself was smooth, and when mixed with the whipped cream evened out the strength of the liquid.

Looking at you, he smirked, turning towards you silently. As one hand reached to lightly grab your cheek, you once again felt a blush creep to where his palm held you. He tilted your chin upwards and brought the thumb of his other hand up to your lip, swiping away some leftover whipped cream, before bringing the sweet foam to his mouth.

“Couldn’t have you walking around looking like a mess.”

All you could whisper out while still stunned was a humble, “Oh, thanks.”

As Kia and Matt got back the game started and you found out very quickly that Ryan was much better at pool than you were. You didn’t want him to feel like he was carrying you, but there wasn’t much else of another choice given the circumstances. In fact, you and yet to get a single ball in besides the one you happened to pocket while doing the breakout.

“What?” Matt said dramatically, “Boo, that was just a lucky shot.”

Before you could answer, Ryan spoke, “You haven’t seen anything yet, man, but even if it were, that just means she has the luck of the Irish on her side.”

You laughed, “It really was just luck, but I appreciate it, Ryan.”

Regardless of the level difference, Ryan seemed like he was having a great time, especially when he started giving you tips. It started with him telling you which ball you should go for, but it slowly progressed to more intricate teaching: showing you how you could make better aim by adjusting your grip, showing you how hitting different parts of the sphere will completely change how the ball travels before and after collision, and after another drink, he even begun to show you a more ‘hands-on version’ of his teaching methods.

The second Ryan had slid behind you to change the way you held the cue, there wasn’t anything else in the world that mattered to you, let alone some silly game. You couldn’t care less if you missed completely, guttering the eight ball, if you could get Ryan to hold you like that forever, you’d do anything. His strong hands fell lightly against your delicate fingers, surprising you with a gentleness you’d never felt before from a man. The feeling was new and intoxicating; to have a man pressed up against you dominatingly, yet with the same caution in which you’d carry a glass full to the brim; just close enough where you could feel the heat radiating off his body, but just far enough away to keep you wanting more. The act of him teaching you was so intimate that there were long periods where you couldn’t even breathe in fear of scaring him away. As he bent you over to make the shot, you felt his hardening cock just barely brush against you, and you knew that with one more drink, you too would have the guts to do more than just ‘accidentally’ brush your ass up against it while attempting to make the shot.

Although you managed to hit the ball with enough force and in the right direction, it just barely rolled by the pocket, hitting the wall and ricocheting in the other direction. You sighed in defeat, sure, you didn’t really care about the match, but you didn’t exactly want to disappoint Ryan either; however, when you turned to him to apologize, he wore an excited grin.

��See! You’re getting better! That really wasn’t bad, I promise.” He said with honesty in his voice.

Looking at him, giving you the most ‘proud dad’ pep talk you’d ever experienced, you couldn't help but feel pride in yourself even if you had missed.

As the match went on, it got more and more heated; you would miss, but then Kia would get one, or Matt would miss, but Ryan would get one. It felt like every second, the tension between you and Ryan seemed to build and crackle in the air, adding an electrifying edge to the game. Each missed shot or successful pot would heighten the connection between the two of you, the competitive spirit fueling an undeniable chemistry. Each turn, your eyes would meet, sparks flying as you focused on the game but couldn't ignore the growing attraction between you. Ryan's smile was charming, his confidence infectious, and you couldn't help but be drawn to him more and more with each passing moment.

Every time one of your opponents balls would fall into the pocket from the field, the stakes would make you a bit more anxious; however, not in terms of winning or losing, but in the fear of disappointing Ryan.

Finally, there was only the 8 left in the field. The final shot loomed ahead, and as you lined up your cue, you could feel Ryan's eyes on you, a silent challenge and invitation all in one.

Finding the tension to be too much, you put down the cue and apologetically looked up to Ryan, "I'm sorry, Ryan, but I'd feel more comfortable if you took the final shot. I don't want to lose it for us."

With a soft smile, he reached out to gently place a hand on your arm, his touch reassuring and warm, "Nope, I want you to take the final shot," he pointed at his friend, "Go show Matt that the first point wasn't luck. I know you can."

When you turned to meet his gaze, you realized he was now finally close enough where you could see into his eyes; they twinkled with warmth, and between the shades of brown were gold engravings like strings of honey embroidering his irises. He had, perhaps, the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. Your breath caught in your chest and you were sure your heart skipped a beat as you tried to answer, but oh god all you could see was the same sunset you had been entranced by earlier, now holding you by the throat, making you beg for air; you wanted nothing more than for him to make you beg for air.

His words were genuine, and as you met his gaze, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. It wasn't about winning or losing for Ryan; it was about the connection that had grown between you throughout the game.

With a deep breath, you steadied your hand on the cue, feeling a surge of determination fueled by Ryan's unwavering support. As you took the shot, the cue ball glided smoothly across the table, striking the final ball with precision. And with a satisfying clack, the ball rolled into the pocket, sealing your victory.

A surge of exhilaration coursed through you, electrifying every nerve in your body. The satisfaction of victory mingled with the pulsating energy that had been building between you and Ryan throughout the intense pool match. You couldn't contain the joy that bubbled up inside you, and before you could even fully process the win, a delighted squeal escaped your lips.

In a split second, you found yourself launching into Ryan's arms, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, your heart beating rapidly with a heady mix of triumph and something more, something unspoken but palpable. His strong arms wrapped around you in a secure embrace, and you felt a rush of warmth and comfort enveloping you. The scent of his cologne, a subtle mix of spice and musk, filled your senses, adding to the intoxicating moment.

Ryan's laughter rang out, a melodic sound that harmonized with the joyous rhythm of your own. His hold on you was firm yet gentle, a silent reassurance that spoke volumes without the need for words. In that embrace, time seemed to stand still, the world around you fading into the background as you relished the closeness between you and Ryan, the shared triumph binding you together in a moment of pure connection.

As you slowly pulled back from the embrace, a flush of warmth tinged your cheeks, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, the victory on the pool table only amplifying the magnetic pull that seemed to draw you closer to Ryan with each passing moment.

Ryan, breaking the eye contact between the two of you turned to Matt, "She tried to tell you it wasn't luck, man. Maybe next time."

Neither Matt nor Kia could be upset they lost after seeing how happy it had made you and how close it had brought you and Ryan.

"Well, next time will have to wait," Kia cuts in, "Me and Matt were just talking about how tired we're getting so the two of you are free to start another round, but we were planning on sharing an Uber to head back to our apartments."

As Kia and Matt bid their goodbyes, a sense of anticipation fluttered within you, thankful for the chance to have some alone time with Ryan. The air seemed to hum with newfound energy as you and Ryan settled back at the bar, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm ambiance around you; the clinking of glasses and murmurs of other patrons faded into the background of your conversation and the room around you blurred as you found yourselves lost in each other's company.

"You know, I haven't really liked St. Patrick's Day these last few years," you said to Ryan.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, but it probably has to do with this one stupid wish I had when I was young that I figured I’d fulfill by now.”

Ryan cocked his head at you, curious, "It couldn't be that stupid. When I was young, I believed I was the most talented person at my school's talent show for being able to lay my back on the ground from a kneeling position, meanwhile, other kids were playing the guitar and shit."

You laughed continuing, "I suppose it wasn't that bad, but it's still pretty unnecessary," you watched Ryan nodding at you to continue, "I always wanted to travel to Ireland for St. Patrick's Day and kiss an Irish guy."

Now, it was Ryan's turn to laugh, "No! That's like a cute thing to want as a kid compared to the kind of stuff I wanted at that age. I just wish I could grant that wish for little you, and maybe I can one day, but for now, I hope this’ll suffice."

Suddenly, Ryan reached his hand up to your cheek, just as he had done earlier, gently rubbing your skin with his thumb once as if to ask for permission before leaning in to meet your lips. The feeling of his lips on yours was soft and sweet, bringing a blush to the apples of your cheeks with each stroke of his thumb against your face. The tenderness of his touch sent shivers running through your frame; the electricity of his touch made goosebumps form under your skin, igniting sensations that you weren't quite familiar with. You were suddenly struck with a wave of desire for his body to press closer to yours, the smell of his cologne mixing with the faint taste of shots you had taken together. As if reading your mind, Ryan placed his free hand on the small of your back pulling you even closer, your body now flush against each other as he deepened the kiss by sliding the hand that sat on your cheek, to the back of your head, lightly holding you. A low moan rumbled through your throat, your tongue brushing gently against his lips in a brief caress before pulling away to catch your breath. As you pulled away, you noticed his shirt and finally realized exactly what he meant when he said that he hoped the kiss would suffice; 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'. Pausing for just a moment in silence, the two of you made eye contact again and began to laugh.

With a playful grin, he asked, "Was that close enough to your dream for now?"

"Works for me," you whispered softly.

As Ryan pulled your face toward him again for another passionate kiss, this time pausing to giggle between the moments your lips touched.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" He asked you, causing you to nod and blush.

The two of you talked more as you waited for the Uber back to his house. After several minutes, he stopped you with a gentle nudge towards the door. With a soft smile, he kissed you, pressing his lips firmly against yours for a long moment before releasing you, "Ready?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his sudden change in mood. His question was innocent, but somehow, you knew he wasn't asking about the ride home; you kissed him back before following him to the car.

The soft hum of the car engine filled the air as you sat next to Ryan, the gentle vibrations from the vehicle mingling with the pulsating energy that seemed to radiate between the two of you. His touch was warm against your thigh, the circles he traced with his thumb sending a rush of tingling sensation through your body. You couldn't help but bite your lip, a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation building within you. The fact Ryan kept a playful conversation with you as you struggled not to moan from his touch kept a fun rather than serious air in the car that made you less nervous for whatever would come of the night.

As the Uber pulled up to Ryan's house, you couldn't help but giggle at his drunken insistence on opening the car door for you. His attempts were charmingly clumsy, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless. The moment he fumbled with the keys to unlock his front door, a wave of anticipation washed over you both, fueling a mix of laughter and desire.

Once inside, the playful atmosphere between the two of you intensified, and amidst shared laughter, your lips found each other in a heated embrace. The sounds of clothes being shed filled the air, punctuated by breathless sighs and soft moans, as desire gave way to a primal need for each other's touch. The warmth of his skin against yours, the urgent press of his body against yours, sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, heightening the intensity of the moment.

In the midst of passion, laughter mingled with whispers of desire, creating a symphony of shared pleasure and connection. The world outside, including your past, faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of intimacy and raw emotion, lost in the moment of mutual desire and unbridled passion. Leading you to the bed between kisses, you fell onto the side, leaving you beneath him. The soft glow of Ryan's bedroom lighting illuminated his silhouette, his hair mussed and disheveled as he leaned over you. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing back strands of stray loose curls.

He looked at you in complete adoration, "You're gorgeous, Y/N. I'm so glad I met you tonight."

You smiled shyly, a blush spreading across your features, "So am I."

His hands trailed along your skin, trailing over your hips and legs, before settling on your hips and kneeling on the floor so he was beneath you instead now, between your legs. Without hesitation, his mouth met your inner thigh, leaving light kisses on top of any hickies he’d leave, drunkenly tickling you gently with his lips and breath, keeping the mood light and lively.

As he moved lower, he looked up at you one more time. Meeting his gaze, you saw that his once brown and golden-speckled eyes were now dark with lust.

"Is this okay?" He managed to whisper up to you.

You nodded at him, "Please."

He laughed, "Thank god," that was all the permission he needed to lift one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder, and pulling your hips toward him.

The movement was so quick and surprising to you that you squealed and giggled, "Ryan, slow down!"

He chuckled, "Sorry love, but I've been wanting to taste you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

You continued to giggle until you felt him begin to tease your core with his tongue, sending tremors throughout your entire body as his warm breath fanned across your sensitive flesh. He began to slowly lick at your center as you let out small cries of pleasure, unable to contain yourself, yet enjoying every second of the experience nonetheless. Your heart thumped rapidly, beating faster than ever as he pleasured you with his mouth. As much as your body ached for more, the thought of stopping caused you to feel embarrassed.

"Jesus Christ, Ryan! Where'd you learn to do this?" You asked between moans, "Fuck, Ryan that feels so good."

Bringing his hand to your clit he rubbed slow circles and lifted his head. The sudden break in such intense pleasure was equally relieving and disappointing and you tried to swallow your whines.

"Give a thirsty man water and he lasts a day. Teach a man how to be a munch and he'll never be thirsty again," He said in slurred speech giving you a lopsided grin.

"Ryan, that's not a saying. Isn’t it something about fishing?" You laughed.

He shrugged in response, slipping the fingers that were on you inside your pussy, and he placed his mouth around your clit. With that, you felt yourself start to become dizzy with arousal, your breaths becoming shallow and uneven. You felt his fingers continue to work their magic, making your whole body quake from the intense pleasurable feelings they brought you. You couldn't help but latch your fingers into his hair as your hips bucked up slightly off the bed. You cried out in pleasure as you felt him push a third finger in without missing a beat. In your current drunken state of both liquor and pleasure, the moment felt as if you were having a dream. Every stroke of his fingers in your most sensitive places felt like an assault on your senses, and soon enough, you were moaning and groaning at each stroke on the edge of orgasm. A high-pitched noise escaped your throat and you clenched your thighs tightly, trying hard to stay quiet. Ryan smirked against your cunt, knowing what his tongue did to you, as you shook with your release.

As you lay on your back panting, trying to breathe normally as Ryan rubbed kind circles into your thigh, "Think you can give me another? This time on my cock?"

Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure spread throughout you, you looked up at him, "Please, fuck me Ryan, I want to feel you inside me so bad."

He let out a chuckle, "You're cute when you take dirty, but you're even cuter when you cum."

You felt your cheeks heat up, "I'm going to change my mind if you keep teasing me."

Ryan chuckled again, "Yeah, we'll see how well that works out for you."

A wicked grin crept its way across his face and you watched as he rose to his feet. As he reached for his waistband, you waited in anticipation to finally see his cock.

As his dick started to emerge from his jeans, the sight caused you to gasp, "Oh my God!"

"What's wrong?"

"You're fucking huge, Ryan. That's what's wrong!"

"Oh, that's it?" he laughed, "What? You think you can't take it?" he teased you, his voice dropping low as crawled onto the bed taking your nipple between his teeth, sucking lightly.

A loud moan escaped you as you tilted your head backward. His mouth quickly moved to your other breast, taking them into his mouth as well.

"Well, can you take it or not, princess?" He smiles up at you.

You took a deep breath as you looked down at him. There was nothing else but pure lust and desire shining in his eyes and the devilish smirk plastered across his face made your knees weak with anticipation.

"Are you always such a teasing shithead?"

"You'll get used to it, I promise."

"Your huge cock or your teasing?"

"Both, but we can worry about my cock later if you’re not ready to fuck tonight, obviously."

"No," you replied, completely forgetting any fear you once had towards this moment, "I want to do this."

Ryan smiled up at you before pulling himself up, reaching down for your legs and once again raising them above his shoulders. Seeing his muscled body above you was enough to make you cum alone, his broad shoulders as the perfect platform for your ankles. You watched in anticipation as Ryan lined himself up with your entrance. He stopped, waiting for your nod before entering you slowly, his length stretching and filling you fully. It had only been hours since you met him, yet the feeling seemed almost familiar, like something you'd done a hundred times before and would do a hundred times more. A small smile formed on your lips as you closed your eyes, enjoying the blissful sensation of him filling you. You let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, relishing in the new sensation as Ryan worked his hips slowly before connecting lips and taking your bottom lip between his teeth as he moved in and out of you, creating a rhythm of gentle thrusting.

"Ryan..." You breathed, "Fuck..."

He smiled against your lips, his eyes locked on yours as he began to move faster, harder. Your own breathing became labored and you felt yourself coming closer to release, your orgasm already building just as he pushed harder within you.

He let go of your lip, kissing and licking his way up to your earlobe where he sucked and nipped at it. You could feel his cock pulsating against your cervix, going deeper with each thrust.

He pulled away from your ear and whispered, "You sound so close, why don't you cum for me, baby?"

You let out a cry as your body tensed up and you came undone on his dick. The sound echoed through the room causing him to pull out as he came as well, unloading onto your stomach and tits.

"I told you you'd get used to it," Ryan chuckled.

You sat up slowly, looking down at the mess you both made, "God, you are such a dickhead."

"Honestly, not the worst thing I've been told after sex. Not to mention, you seem to like dickheads quite some, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm still on your good side."

It wasn't long before he rolled off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. After a moment, he returned with wet wipes, kissing your stomach and tits softly between wipes.

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clumsyprincesstofu · 26 days ago

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Hi my lovies!

I know I've been gone a while, I swear I havent forgotten you😭😭 consider this little hiatus over! Currently working on a Matt Watson camping one-shot, and then Im deciding where to go from there! Let me know what you guys prefer^.^

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melancholy-imagines · 5 years ago

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Dating HC's for Ryan Magee

Anon Requested: 'You write for supermega?? Maybe some headcanons for dating ryan magee???'

Sorry for the wait Anon.

- Already knew Ryan for a good period of time.

- You guys had previous relationships before, but just thought you would work better just as good friends

- Y'all didn't want that though.

- You guys found, no, MADE time to make it work.

- Loves you wholeheartedly!!! And vice versa!

- He would sprinkle in little stories about you every now and then in an episode of Supermega.

- You would sometimes ask to fix his hair, just to mess it up purposefully.

- You love to play with his hair, come on.

- You would cry at his facial expression, at which it would go from disheveled and disappointed, to still disheveled and having a cute little smile on his face.

- When you guys are alone, and he begins to grow stubble, he'll start kissing your face, just because he wants you to feel how scratchy it is.

- Spoiler!: You hate AND love when he does that.

- Big Spoon

- He doesn't really see you guys getting married, but he does see himself with you for the rest of his life.

- You and Matt probably make up bizarre stories about him on podcasts, just to see his reaction.

- He'll probably be like >:0 but inside, he's just really happy his best friends are each other's best friends.

- HEARING THAT MF LAUGH

- y'all sometimes go on late, thought provoking walks, but he can proudly say he learns a whole lot from you.

- when you guys travel, it's to very odd places that no one would expect you two to travel to.

- He's very supportive of you, but if he thinks you're about to do something stupid, he'll say you're about to do something stupid.

- He honestly just wants the best for you, is all. He loves you more than anything.

#supermega imagine #ryan magee imagine #ryan magee x reader

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sam-miniature-pigeon · 5 years ago

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I totally forgot that I told y’all about my fic and then literally never shared it. (Under the cut)

Here it is! If y’all like it, lemme know! Please! Send me asks or make comments on the work or whatever! If you don’t like it- I’m already embarrassed that I’m sharing it with the world so I have more shame than dislike can ever give me whoops! lol

#fanfic #fanfiction #supermega #ryan magee #matt watson #ryan magee x reader #ryan magee x you #supermega x you

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retrogeekgal · 5 years ago

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Repeating Mistakes

Summary: John Constantine shows up at your door after breaking your heart two years ago. Needing help from someone he trusts, he can only turn to you. But like everything with him, the truth isn't black and white. And the secrets John's keeping from you this time, may cost you your life.

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John Constantine x Reader

Notes: Hello everyone! This is my first posted work, so please be kind!

This fic has all the tropes- hurt/comfort, dramatic confessions of love, possessive!John, protective!John, sassy!reader-- If you can think of it, I've probably got it here.

Please leave me all the notes and comments :)

I've read some comics but this is based off of Matt Ryan's incredible portrayal of our favorite chain smoking, hard-drinking British wise ass on Constantine and Legends of Tomorrow.

Enjoy!

Repeating Mistakes (archive of our own)

Chapter One.

The dense humidity makes your thick hair curl at the ends as you step in from the outside and take in the lavishly decorated lobby. For last minute accommodations, this hotel is excellent.

A kind doorman waits to greet you, readily assisting you with your bags. Your tired eyes scan the attached restaurant and are more than pleased to see a fully stocked twenty-four hour bar just steps from the entrance. You could happily make yourself at home here for some time once your work is finished.

Making your way down the long hallway to your room for the next few days, your thoughts drift to the events that led up to arriving here. After a particularly grueling possession in the midwest, you were looking forward to taking a few days to relax and recharge.

With your key in the door, the call came through about a cursed mirror in a plantation just outside of New Orleans. The client was wealthy too, wealthy enough to double your rate if you left straight away. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't resist.

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“Ghosts bring in the money down here,'' the owner, William Moss, had drawled over the phone. “Tourists want to get spooked when they visit the old south, but this is different. Doors are slamming, we hear whispers when there ain't no one else around and the room freezes during the warmest parts of the day. It wasn’t like this before we found that mirror buried on the property. I figured it must've been two hundred years old, at least. A real antique to draw in the history buffs.

"It's got some bad juju and I, well I was told" he had hesitated slightly- you remembered that clearly, “you were just the talented young lady for the job. I was informed of the great love you have for New Orleans and its culture and your reputation clearly precedes you. You came highly recommended.”

For a moment you had thought to ask who’d given you the glowing recommendation, your suspicion ate at you, but the tone in his voice said you ought to put it aside. The more information he gave you, the more you knew these were the right things to say to get your attention. And so, as soon as your full cost was deposited into your account, you had booked a flight and were on your way to the Big Easy.

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You made ghost stories and cursed objects your business, and business was booming. You had once worked alongside the greatest master of the dark arts in existence, and while he had viciously broken your heart, John Constantine had taught you well.

Thanks to his tutelage, your name was well known in the occult circles as a talented mage and dark object specialist. After your time with him, you had become skilled in both light and dark magic and had exorcized more than your fair share of things that went bump in the night. So being told you were highly recommended wasn’t an odd thing. Any hesitation to tell you who recommended you, was.

Pressing your keycard to the door, you absentmindedly touch the necklace you always wear and wonder for the second time in as many days if John was the reason you're here right now; he knew how you felt about New Orleans. The magical reserves that ran throughout the city were alluring to anyone who practiced the mystic arts.

You and John had spent many nights wandering the streets of the French Quarter, feeling the power flowing through the ancient city center. Even if everything here reminded you of your biggest mistake, it felt good to be back.

You found your suspicions running through your thoughts again. This case was a milk run for you, all the pieces fell into place too easily. All but one; John had made it very clear that he never wished to see you again; the idea of this being his doing after so long made your mind run in circles. It just wouldn’t make sense, but then, John didn’t always make sense. You’d made every attempt to convince yourself this was coincidence, pushing him from your mind as you have for so long.

Your charm and skill helped to secure work in an industry that couldn’t exactly advertise, thus you typically weren’t between jobs for very long, you knew these were facts. Perhaps you only thought it was him because of the flooding memories that came along with this city. You could have said no if you really wanted to, but you couldn't pass up the chance to visit your favorite place once again, even if this did smell like John's handiwork.

Ceasing all thoughts of the british bastard, you drop your bags and crash tiredly onto the pillow top mattress in your room. You lay there for just a moment and enjoy the cloud-like softness of the bedding. Taking a deep breath, you roll onto one side, propping your head up on your arm. Your rumbling stomach reminds you that food is necessary to live and you’ve consumed none. The humidity from outside still clings to you like a second skin so a shower is also on the menu. With a groan, you push yourself up the rest of the way. You reach for the phone and order a burger along with two bottles of local beer. Happily, you charge it to your room and gather your things to take a shower while waiting.

The elegance of the marble bathroom pleases you as flip the lights and survey the room.. A large whirlpool tub sits in the center of the room with an ornate glass shower to the left and a separate door to the right. You turn on the hot water to let the steam fill the room while you shrug off your clothes. The water soothes your tired body and while you wash off the grime of the day, you lean against the wet tiles to savor the relaxation of the moment.

Eventually you feel the hot water start to cool and figure your food should be arriving at any minute. After decidedly turning off the water, you reach for a fluffy, white towel and begin to methodically dry yourself off. As you step out of the bathroom, wrapped in a lovely plush robe, you hear footsteps and three sharp knocks. Right on time. Without another thought, you unlatch the door and throw it open.

Leaning against your doorframe, half cloaked in shadow, is a shock of messy blonde hair attached to a lanky male figure. The strong scent of cigarette smoke assaults you before you have a chance to drag your gaze up and meet coffee colored eyes that give you no hint of his intentions.

“Hello darling, I was hoping we could have a chat.”

It takes you a second longer than you know it should to fully process that the man who left you crying in a London airport two years ago, with nothing but a silly piece of jewelry and a broken heart is now leaning only a few inches from where you stand. Clad only in your hotel robe and rising anger, you realize that you should have known there’s no such things as coincidences.

Without waiting for permission, John Constantine pushes past you into the room and you slam the door behind him. Words fall out of your mouth before you have time to fully process them.

“Excuse me! You can’t just- ” His leisurely presence frustrates you further, causing you trip over what you're trying to say. The bastard is entirely too relaxed given what's happened between you. You attempt to take a steadying breath before unclenching your jaw and trying again. “Constantine, what are you doing here?”

John narrows his eyes slightly at the formality of his last name but wisely says nothing about it. Instead, he lowers his hands in a placating gesture and takes a step toward you.

"You have every right to want to kick me out the bloody door but I’m hoping to appeal to your sense of decency. I need a favor and believe it or not, you’re the only one I trust.”

You sharply exhale in disbelief but John continues, undeterred.

"I know what I said to you." He says slowly. "I know how bloody awful it all was. I had my reasons, but believe me luv, I wouldn’t be here right now if there was any other way. I know what it did to you when--”

You cut him off, quick and angry, before the logical side of your brain can reign you in. "When you left? You have no idea what it did to me!"

“I know, I'm… listen” he says, his voice low and determined. “I have a chance, a small one, to break into hell. There's just a few missing pieces. I had to hope that you’d hear me out to start and that with any luck, you kept that necklace I gave you.” He looks at you with mild incredulity once he sees it and flashes a crooked smile that you’re frustrated to find still makes you swoon.

You look at him for a moment, mindlessly your hand moves to touch the small pearlescent stone sitting between your collarbones. “Yes, I kept it.” your voice soft, barely above a whisper. You thoughts are swirling. Did he think you would have thrown it away? So many times you thought that you should have but every time you hovered the necklace above the trash, you just couldn't. You hated that you couldn’t. Why couldn’t you throw away a stupid piece of jewelry when he so easily threw you away?

"Sweetheart, if I could just,” his pause is all the incentive you need to cut in, this time your voice is more controlled than before but barely restraining the anger you feel.

“No. It's been two years. Two goddamn years Constantine.”

“John.” He says softly, leaning against an armchair, hands shoved in his pockets. “Come on, luv. It’s John. Don’t be like that, don’t be so cold ay?”

“Are you serious?” You scoff, folding your arms defensively against your chest. Memories of the last time you were with him surge forward unbidden, from the safe you’ve locked them away in and damn it, you can feel your eyes prick with tears at the edges. This is not happening. In the countless scenarios you’d thought of in the months following John leaving you, this was not how your fantasies of confrontation had gone.

"You broke my heart and didn't give a damn about it! Two years, John! For two years I've tried to push the thought of you out of my head because every time I couldn't, it'd break all over again! I hated you for what you did to me in that airport. HATED YOU. I hated you and I hated myself for still hoping you'd come back to me. God. John, I stopped hoping. I had to, but here you are, and what did you expect? I'd forget it all? That's not fair. You can't just... come back."

John casts his eyes away from you but says nothing. It seems you struck a nerve. Good.

“So yeah,” you laugh, “I get to be as cold as I damn well please. In fact, you’re lucky I haven’t hexed your ass yet. You know I damn well could.”

John folds his arms across his chest, defense mechanism mirroring yours. "I do, but I’m trusting that you won’t. You're a better person than I am, always have been.”

The intensity you find when you meet his dark eyes has an uncomfortable vulnerability but you refuse to turn away. “Just hear me out luv, and if after I’m done you still want to throw a curse at me? Fine. I deserve worse.”

John focuses on your face then and you feel shaken by what he's just said. When he speaks again, his voice is low and thick with an emotion you can't place. “You might think I’m an absolute bastard for what happened between us, but there are things out there that want to destroy me daily, and the people I care about tend to wind up dead or worse because of it. What do you think I would have done...” he stops and holds out a hand to you. It takes every ounce of your self control not to cross the few feet between you and take it. He slowly closes it and withdraws.

“You know the life I lead, you knew all the rubbish when you asked and I agreed to teach you.” The Brit laughs bitterly and drags that hand across his face. “ I prefer to walk this path alone and with good reason. I am sorry that I hurt you but I’m bloody well not apologizing for my reasons. If you’re going to hate me, hate me, but at least you’re still breathing.”

A brief knock at the door completely derails your shock and confusion at his words and you tear your eyes from his, remembering the food you ordered. "Shit. Room service. I’m not hungry anymore but it’s paid for so…”

After a moment, John strides to the door and opens it; his previous uncertainty replaced with a cocky grin. “Ello squire,” you hear him say as you grab clothes and head back into the bathroom.

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Your mind is racing as you slip a fitted tee over your head and pull on your jeans. One thing runs through your head over and over. What do you think I would’ve done? John didn’t often let words that hadn’t meant to be said out loud slip, but this time, you believed, he did. The thought of him reciprocating feelings, still, as he once had made your heart palpitate and left your stomach in knots. You couldn’t get your hopes up, you couldn’t think that way… but it was so hard not to.

Your hands are shaking slightly as you zip up your boots and you mentally curse yourself for letting him get under your skin like this, again. You knew you’d run into John eventually. This was a small line of work. You were both known in the same circles and had many of the same contacts. But you told yourself that when the day finally arrived and you crossed paths with him, you’d be prepared. Your abilities continued to grow without him and you’d have no problem showing John that his absence had had zero effect on your life.

But you weren’t. You weren’t prepared at all, not for this. This was an uneven footing on already rocky ground. Feelings you thought long buried were clawing their way to the surface faster than you could stop them. So much for moving on.

You want to be furious with John. Furious that he has the audacity to show his face here and ask for your help. Furious that there was obviously a bigger reason that he sent you away and he hadn’t trusted that you could handle it and furious that he thought that an explanation so simple was enough.

Yet you aren’t. You’re furious with yourself. Furious that after you had gotten over your initial shock, you were relieved to see John was safe and whole. Furious that he still had the power to disarm you with that crooked smile and make your heart skip when he said your name. Worst of all, you realize, you’re furious that you still love him. And in the end, you know that despite what he put you through- no matter what it is that John needs or what it will inevitably cost you, you're going to help him.

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