#Ryan Magee x reader

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MASTERLIST

This is purely for my own convenience but you're welcome to use it.

💲 Schlatt: 💲

Schlatt Thoughts/Pictures

He's a munch

Better for you

Wedding HCs

Housewife rant

Moaning for him

Step Bro Schlatt

Step Bro Schlatt pt 2

Blurb

Slow Kissing HCs

Pitching a Tent HCs

Anniversary

Dolly Reader

Vague HC

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

Sick

Sick child HCs

Sunburned HCs

Schlatt x SingleMom! Reader

Happy Birthday

Mother's Day HC

🥛 Ted: 🥛

Blurb

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

Fiancée

DILF

Mother's Day HC

🍃 Swaggersouls: 🍃

Blurb

There's been an accident

Christmas Fluff

Dating HCs

Bored

Woken Up

When you're overwhelmed

NSFW HCs

NSFW Blurb

Idiot

Friends

Drunk

First Time

🐼 Sapnap: 🐼

He's a munch

Vague HC

Newsies Persona

Vague HC

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

👓 GeorgeNotFound: 👓

The British are coming

Newsies Persona

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

💚 Dreamwastaken: 💚

Daughters Name

Wedding HCs

Newsies Persona

Vague HC

Memory

NSFW Wedding HCs

Blurb

Comforting Dream

Christmas Fluff

Tooth Rotting Fluff

🤖 Ryan Magee: 🤖

I love you

Buzzed

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Odds Are (Ryan Magee X Reader)

| Minors DNI | 18+ only | 5.4k words Summary: What starts as a typical day filming with your boyfriend Ryan and his best friend Matt takes a sharp turn when an innocent game of “Odds Are” pushes boundaries neither of you expected. With pride on the line and a dare that blurs the rules, you find yourself caught between competition and desire. Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving), penetration, teasing, praise, rough sex, degradation, light choking, voyeurism (implied), exhibitionism (audio recording), possessiveness, mention of blackmail (non-graphic), mild jealousy, alcohol consumption, consensual power dynamics

a/n: It's been a while but do not fear, I'm here now :)). You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

Matt and Ryan tended to be quite competitive with one another. Whether it was who could drink the most before puking, or who could beat the other in Super Monkey Ball, they always found a way to one-up each other. Early into their friendship, as a result of that competition, they started playing a game Ryan—your boyfriend—titled Odds Are.

 It was simple enough, but it kept them entertained. Ryan once described it to you as nothing more than a game of chance: one person says, “Odds are you ___”, proposing some stupid or daring task, and the other responds with a number that reflects how willing they are to do it. The higher the number, the less they want to go through with it—the higher the odds. Simple. Dangerous. And, apparently, endlessly entertaining.

This day, recording a video for SuperMega, was just like any other. Matt and Ryan lounged on the couch making casual conversation with Tucker, who was setting up the camera and tweaking the lighting one last time.

 “I think these are the last ones! ” Justin shouted from the hallway right outside the recording room. By the time he strolled in—packages stacked in his arms, leaning precariously against his shoulder—Matt was already complaining.

 “Shit! More? Really? Look at how fucking many we already have, ” Matt groaned dramatically as Justin placed the boxes carefully atop the pile already set before them.

 “Whoever edits this is going to have to do a lot of condensing, ” Matt muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

 Justin knew he’d be stuck with the editing. There was no way Matt was dealing with that—obvious enough. He opened his mouth to call Matt out, maybe give him shit for complaining, but before he could, Luke strolled in with a six-pack in hand.

 As the rest of the boys cheered in delight, Ryan stayed seated, absorbed in his phone as he texted you. You and Ryan had been dating for two, maybe three years now—long enough that he wasn’t exactly sure. While the honeymoon phase had come and gone, Ryan still texted you daily, sent photos, checked in.

 He aimed the camera and snapped a shaky panorama of the mailroom, showing the extent of boxes laid out across the floor and table.

 You were always thankful for Ryan’s thoughtfulness, even a couple of years in, and were always just as quick to reply:

 “That’s a lot of packages. When can you deliver me yours? ”

 Ryan smiled at your flirty message, then smirked to himself as he fired back:

“ If you’re good, then maybe tonight. But I don’t know if packages this large have same-day shipping. ”

 He was still grinning when Matt stood up to grab a beer from Luke, deliberately leaning over Ryan’s shoulder and sneaking a glance at his screen.

 “Damn, Ryan! Texting Y/N during recording time? You must be down bad, ” Matt teased, nudging him with an unopened beer.

 Ryan furrowed his brow slightly, but his smirk didn’t fade as he cracked open the can. “You wanna play this game, Matthew? ”

 Matt was already grinning wider. “You’d think after this long, you would have gotten out of the puppy love phase. But even now, your tail’s wagging. Keep sexting Y/N during recording and the audience is gonna see your big red rocket poking through your shorts. ”

 Ryan barked out a laugh. “You wanna talk about sexting? You were texting that chick from Tinder for weeks at the Plex, until she turned out to be a catfish and tried to blackmail you. Didn’t she leak your dick pics? ”

 The room erupted. Luke snorted his beer through his nose. Justin nearly dropped a box.

 “Low blow, man, ” Matt pouted, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

 Tucker, already moving toward the camera, took the opportunity to corral them. “Alright, alright, ladies. We’re all pretty here, ” he rolled his eyes. “Let’s get going. I think we all have shit to do after this. ”

 The boys settled into the couch, ready to record yet another video.

 As they sliced open boxes, Matt and Ryan cracked jokes, roasting the stuff viewers had sent in for their latest fan mail episode. A few drinks in, Matt made a joke controversial enough to warrant censoring—and their laughter stuttered to a halt.

 “Justin! Censor that with a funny sound effect, ” Matt called out. “Like a sexy moan or something. ”

 Ryan turned to Matt, his voice suddenly low and serious, but with a glint of mischief in his eye. “Matt, shut up. Remember? Justin’s a virgin. He has no clue what you mean by that. ”

 Matt snickered, his classic lopsided grin on full display. “Shit. You’re right. That’s my bad. It’s best if we don’t remind him. ” He paused, then smirked again. “I suppose you’ll just have to handle it instead. ” He winked.

 All five of them cracked up, but something about Matt’s tone made Ryan pause. His smile faltered for a second.

 “What’s that supposed to mean, bro? ” Ryan said, trying for playful but feeling a flicker of something more serious.

 Matt leaned in, placing his hand on Ryan’s cheek in a mockingly gentle gesture, stroking once. “Whatever you want it to mean, big boy. ”

 Ryan chuckled and swatted him away, but the weird vibe lingered. He shoved it out of his head and unfolded an ironic t-shirt a viewer had sent in, showing it off to the camera as Luke giggled next to him.

Not long after, they finished recording. Tucker turned off the camera with an apologetic smile, already packing up his gear.

 “Sorry to be rushing out, guys. Got another shoot soon. ”

 “No worries, man. We’ll clean up, ” Matt replied casually, waving him off without looking up from a fan letter.

 Tucker left, shutting the door behind him. Justin and Luke had already vanished halfway through the video, holed up in the editing room.

 Ryan realized they were alone. And Matt’s earlier comment—it was still nagging him.

 “Hey, Matt, ” Ryan said, trying to keep his tone light, “what did you mean when you said I could handle the sound effect? ”

 Matt smiled, smug as hell, still reading the letter in his hands. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. ”

 Ryan sighed. That look told him everything. Matt was being an asshole on purpose, which meant he did mean something by it.

 “Come on, man. Don’t play dumb, ” Ryan nudged him lightly. “You’re gonna tell me anyway, so just do it now. ”

 Matt chuckled, folding the letter carefully before finally meeting Ryan’s gaze. “Okay, okay. Hear me out. ”

 Ryan raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening. ”

 Matt grinned. “Odds are you record yourself fucking Y/N to get the soundbite for the video. ”

 Ryan snorted so hard he almost choked. He couldn’t believe how casually Matt said it. “You cannot be serious. ”

 “Dead serious, ” Matt smirked.

 Ryan laughed again but didn’t skip a beat. “Hundred. ”

 “Come on, man. Hundred? ” Matt whined.

 “Bro, ” Ryan said flatly, but he was still smiling.

 Matt gave him a look—the look—the one Ryan knew meant he wasn’t going to drop it. Ryan sighed.

 “Fine. Fifty. Take it or leave it. ”

 Matt’s grin widened. “Deal. ”

 Ryan shook his head, wondering for the millionth time why he always let Matt drag him into this shit.

 Matt started the count. “One… two… three—”

 “Thirty-seven! ” they both said in unison.

 Matt screamed. Ryan froze.

 Matt collapsed backwards onto the couch, howling with laughter. Ryan just sat there, mouth open, processing the fact that they had both picked thirty-seven.

 “There’s no way, ” Ryan mumbled. “No fucking way. ”

 “There is a way, ” Matt grinned, sitting back up and slapping Ryan on the back. “You better start thinking about what mic you’re gonna use, bro. ”

 “There’s no way Y/N is going to believe this, ” Ryan muttered, stunned. “She’s gonna think I’m insane. ”

 Matt’s grin didn’t fade. “No, she’ll believe you. You’d never make up something this absurd. ” He stood and stretched. “She gets back from work soon, doesn’t she? You better not be late delivering your package. ”

 Ryan groaned as Matt laughed even harder at his own innuendo.

 Ryan knew Matt had a crush on you. It wasn’t a secret—not to Ryan, anyway. Matt’s dry spell had dragged on long enough that Ryan figured his friend was living vicariously through him more than anything.

 But there was something sharper behind Matt’s grin now. Ryan couldn’t shake the feeling that Matt was testing him.

 On the drive home, Ryan kept replaying the number in his head. Thirty-seven. Both of them. Out of fifty.

 He glanced at his phone at a red light. Your contact was pinned at the top.

 “She’s gonna think I’m an idiot, ” Ryan muttered.

 And maybe she would.

 But deep down, under the disbelief and annoyance, Ryan couldn’t deny the part of him that was curious.

 Maybe even a little excited.

Ryan sat in his car, parked in front of your apartment, engine idling. The sun had dipped low enough that everything outside was tinted in that orange-gold glow that made L. A. almost look romantic. Almost. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the message he'd typed out and deleted three separate times already.

“Hey babe? Can we talk about something weird lol, like odds are weird? ”

He sighed and deleted it again.

This was so stupid.

But a bet was a bet. And Ryan wasn’t about to take an L from Matt without at least trying to cash it in. Even if this was probably going to end with you roasting him until the day he died.

Finally, he pocketed his phone and climbed out of the car.

Inside, you were already home—flopped sideways across the couch in one of Ryan’s old hoodies, scrolling on your phone. You glanced up as the door clicked open.

“Hey, you, ” you greeted, smiling lazily. “You’re late. ”

Ryan kicked his shoes off with a grunt and crossed the room to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Yeah. Mailroom hell. Plus Matt’s a dumbass. ”

You snorted. “So… Tuesday? ”

“Exactly. ”

He sat down beside you, leaning back, arms crossed over his chest. You studied him for a moment before setting your phone aside. “Alright. What is it? ”

“What do you mean? ” Ryan asked, all fake innocence.

You gave him the look. “Ryan. You’re making the face. ”

“What face? ”

“The face where you did something dumb but you’re hoping you can charm your way out of it. ” You arched a brow. “It’s adorable. And very transparent. ”

Ryan sighed. “Okay, yeah, maybe I did something dumb. ”

“Okay, ” you said, drawing out the syllables. “Let’s hear it. ”

Ryan rubbed the back of his neck. “So… you know how Matt and I play Odds Are, right? ”

“Yeah, ” you said, already grinning. “It’s the reason I have a video of you puking while doing the worm in a Waffle House parking lot. ”

He chuckled. “Good times. ”

“Great times. I almost left you that night, honestly. ”

“Fair, ” he said, smiling despite himself.

There was a beat of silence. Ryan’s foot tapped restlessly on the carpet.

“So, ” he started again, “we were playing earlier. And, uh, Matt dared me to do something. ”

You tilted your head. “How bad? ”

Ryan groaned. “Pretty bad. ”

You, once again, unfazed and unworried by whatever Matt’s dare was, spoke again, “Like, eat-a-dead-bug bad, or get-another-tattoo-you-regret bad? ”

He winced. “Neither. ”

You waited.

“He… told me to record us. Y'know. ” He stood up, pacing a few steps away from you and waved a hand vaguely. “During. ”

You blinked at him.

“For a sound effect, ” he added quickly. “For the video. ”

There was a beat of silence. Then you laughed. A bright, sharp bark of disbelief.

“He dared you to record us fucking so he could use it as…? ” you waited

“A censor beep for a slur he said on camera... ”

 “A censor beep for a slur he said on camera. ” you repeated, grinning so wide it almost hurt. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. ”

Part of your laughing was because you found the situation undeniably funny, but the other part of you was starting to warm. Heat was festuring in your cheeks and between your legs at the thought. You knew Matt had a crush on you, so did Ryan and everyone else, but this? And Ryan was going along with it? Sure Ryan had issues backing down from a challenge, but you could sense something else- a deeper excitement.

Ryan groaned, burying his face in his hands, a slight blush reaching his face as well. “I know! But I said fifty! And we both said thirty-seven! What were the odds? ! ”

You laughed harder. “Fifty to one. ”

He groaned, glaring at you through his fingers.

You stretched, sitting up straighter, folding your hands into your lap, subtly squeezing your tits together despite them being covered by Ryan’s oversized hoodie. “So. Are you doing it? ”

Ryan stared at you. “Wait, what? ”

“Are you gonna do it? ” you repeated, calm as anything. “A bet’s a bet, right? ”

Ryan blinked. “You’re seriously okay with this? ”

You shrugged. “I mean… we’ve done worse things for fun. And it’s not like the actual video would get out. You trust Matt to just use the audio, right? ”

Ryan hesitated.

You snorted. “Okay, maybe not trust. But we both know he wouldn’t risk the fallout if he fucked this up. ”

Ryan exhaled slowly. “You’re too chill about this. ”

You smirked. “I think it’s funny. And kinda hot. ”

That made his stomach twist in a good way. He let out a breath, trying not to grin too much. “You’re insane. ”

“Takes one to date one, ” you shot back, standing up and meeting him at the edge of the living room. Placing your hands on his chest, you kissed him lightly, just grazing yours over his. “So? We doing this? ”

When Ryan hesitated, you looked at him with big doe eyes, lustful and pleading, subconsciously squeezing your legs together. Feeling your slick begin to drip, soaking your panties only hidden by the length of Ryan’s oversized hoodie, you stood on your tip toes, leaning into Ryan’s chest. As your breath hit his collarbone, and your hand drifted from his shirt to the bulge forming in his pants, Ryan’s attempt at an answer came out as a hushed, breathy groan instead. 

You and him both knew that he wanted this just as much as you, just as much as Matt.

Ryan let out a slow breath, his hands settling on your waist, pulling you down from the nape of his neck in an attempt to compose himself. “Yeah, ” he finally said, “we’re doing this. ”

You gave him a sly grin and stepped back, leaving him momentarily stunned before you headed toward the bedroom. “Alright, then, ” you called over your shoulder, casual as anything. “Better get set up. ”

It took Ryan a second to shake off the feeling that he was in way over his head, but then he was moving—grabbing his backpack from beside the couch and fishing out the portable mic he usually used for podcasts when they weren’t in the studio. Not fancy, but clear enough audio- probably too clear.

He glanced toward the bedroom door, half-expecting you to pop your head out and laugh at him for taking it so seriously or tell him you had changed your mind. But you didn’t. So he kept fiddling.

If Ryan was going to do this, he was going to do it right, and after a few minutes of adjusting levels and running test clips (that you would absolutely make fun of him for later), he knocked on the bedroom door like he was about to walk into a job interview.

When there was no answer, he cracked it open, to meet your gaze as you raised a brow. “You’re knocking now? ”

When Ryan peaked his head in, he saw your nude figure lounging on the bed, bored from the wait and scrolling on your phone.

The messenger app was open, although Ryan couldn’t see it from where he stood, but with your glistening curves? He wouldn’t have noticed, regardless. 

Shaking himself from the nervous excitement, he spoke, attempting to break the awkward air he was creating by his own volition with a joke, “I don’t know the etiquette for… this, ” Ryan said, gesturing vaguely to the mic dangling from his hand. “Should I have brought a clipboard? A waiver? ”

You snorted, sending one final text: “haha guess I owe you, ” before crawling across the bed and grabbing the mic from him. “Nah. We’re professionals. Plus, ” You looked at him slyly, “You know that I’ve been waiting for this large package of yours all day. ” You hesitated, “or was it too large for same-day shipping? ”

 Ryan didn’t answer right away.

Your teasing snapped him out of his nerves—reminded him exactly how bad he’d been wanting you all day.

The shift in him was obvious.

He let the question hang in the air.

Heavy.

Deliberate.

He set the mic on the nightstand with careful precision.

You had controlled things up until now, and Ryan didn’t like giving up the upper hand—not in games with Matt, not with you.

But by holding the silence, by drawing out the moment, he reclaimed something.

His fingers lingered on the dials longer than necessary, adjusting levels he knew were fine.

Not buying time anymore.

Testing you.

Waiting.

And you gave him a reaction.

Subtle.

But it was there.

Propped on your elbows, head tilted, you watched him like he was a puzzle you were about to figure out.

There was amusement in your eyes.

But something else too.

A heat that had been building since the moment he told you about the bet.

That look made Ryan’s pulse thrum in his ears.

But he kept his face neutral.

No tells.

You weren’t fooled.

You never were.

You were waiting him out.

Letting him think he was calling the shots.

But Ryan was starting to realize the decision had been made long before either of you stepped into this room.

Maybe it was the second Matt smirked at him in the mailroom.

Maybe it was the moment you laughed at the dare.

Maybe it didn’t matter.

Because now?

It was happening.

He exhaled slowly and straightened up, rolling his shoulders.

The mic was live.

The red light glowed faintly.

Recording.

Picking up every breath.

Every shift of the sheets.

And soon, it would pick up you.

“You know Matt’s gonna be listening to this, right? ” you said, your voice light. Teasing. But your gaze flicked toward the mic.

Ryan followed your line of sight, jaw flexing.

“He’s waiting, ” you added, stretching your arms over your head, arching your back just enough to make it impossible to ignore.

Ryan’s fingers tightened slightly where they rested on the nightstand.

“He’s probably already hard thinking about it, ” you continued, tone almost absent, like you were talking about the weather.

Ryan’s jaw clenched.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? ” you asked, more curious than anything. “For him to hear me like this. To know it’s you making me sound that way. ”

His gaze snapped back to you. Dark. Focused.

You were still smiling. Still calm. But your eyes gave you away.

You were baiting him.

And he was taking it.

Ryan climbed onto the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress as he leaned over you. His hand found your ankle, fingers wrapping around it like it was second nature. Like he’d done it a hundred times before.

He stroked along the curve, thumb dragging slow, deliberate circles over your skin as he moved higher.

Then, without looking at you—

“Spread. ”

The word came low. Rough. Not a question.

And you obeyed.

You shifted, legs parting, knees bending as you opened yourself up for him.

Ryan’s breath hitched for half a second.

But he didn’t falter.

Didn’t rush.

He settled between your legs, palms bracing on your thighs as he stared down at you. His thumbs swept slow paths over your skin, tracing invisible lines.

Testing.

Measuring.

“You’re already wet, ” he murmured, more to himself than you. But you heard it.

Your lips parted, breath catching. No words. Just air.

He watched you for a long moment. Dark eyes dragging over every inch of you like he was memorizing it. Taking stock before tearing it apart.

“Good girl, ” he said quietly, under his breath.

Your breathing hitched audibly.

And Ryan smirked.

“That’s gonna sound real nice on playback, ” he added, glancing toward the mic on the nightstand.

You let out a quiet laugh, but it broke halfway through.

“Hope Matt likes what he hears, ” you said, recovering quickly.

Ryan’s gaze snapped back to you. His smirk widened, but there was something sharper behind it now.

“Oh, he will, ” he said, voice low and steady.

His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, gripping tight enough that you knew you’d feel it tomorrow.

And then he dragged you down toward him.

The shift was sudden, enough that you gasped and grabbed at his shoulders.

Ryan wasn’t gentle.

He wasn’t hesitant.

His mouth was on yours before you could say another word—rough, claiming, his lips demanding yours. He kissed you like he wanted you to feel it in your spine.

Like he wanted it to echo through the mic.

And maybe he did.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. Ryan growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your mouth.

He wasn’t nervous anymore.

He was starving.

His lips broke from yours, trailing rough down your neck, teeth scraping lightly. You shivered, arching into him as your fingers tugged at his sleeves, impatient, wanting more—skin, heat, him.

You wanted him stripped down as bare as you were, but he was still fully clothed, and it was driving you insane.

But before you could push his shirt up, his hand shot out—wrapping around your wrist in a firm, sudden grip.

It wasn’t painful.

But it stopped you cold.

Commanding. Deliberate.

Your breath caught, a startled squeak slipping out before you could stop it.

Ryan’s eyes darkened immediately, zeroing in on you like he’d been waiting for that sound.

And then you heard it.

The faint, almost imperceptible click from the mic on the nightstand.

It picked up everything now—the soft slap of skin, the catch in your breath, the helpless sound you’d just made.

You flushed, glancing at the device.

Ryan was faster.

His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to bring your attention back to him.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

His voice was low and rough.

“Tonight’s all about you, baby, ” he murmured, dragging out every word. “You and Matt wanted this, right? ”

You shivered.

“Then let’s see how much noise I can get you to make. ”

His lips ghosted along your jaw. “Nothing about me. ”

His free hand slid between your thighs again, fingers dragging through your slick folds like he was testing just how ready you were.

Judging by his low exhale, he was more than satisfied.

“Let’s see if you can make him proud. ”

You barely had time to process it before Ryan’s mouth was on you.

Desperate. Hungry.

Like he’d been starved and just found water in the desert.

And he wasn’t planning to come up for air.

The sound that tore from your throat wasn’t pretty; it was raw and sudden, an uncontrolled cry that echoed in the room before breaking into a moan.

You barely caught your breath before another followed, sharper this time, as Ryan’s fingers found your clit.

His touch was careful—cruel in its precision. Pinching lightly, then rolling, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

Not enough to tip you over.

Not even close.

Just enough to punish you.

Punish you for teasing him.

For testing him.

For making him earn this.

You knew this side of Ryan.

This was what he did when you pushed him too far.

But this time, he wasn’t letting up like usual.

He kept going.

Kept pinching and rolling that sensitive bundle while his mouth worked you relentlessly—licking, sucking, dragging sounds from your throat like he was collecting them.

And you gave him plenty.

Pretty noises spilled out of you, slipping between helpless moans and shaky whines, giving Matt a full catalog to sift through later.

But none of them were the ones you knew he was waiting for.

Ryan was making you both wait.

Your moans softened into pleading whines.

“Please…” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Ryan hummed against you, the vibration sharp and deliberate.

He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

His fingers curled inside you, finding your sweet spot with infuriating ease. His thumb circled your clit, slow and tight, keeping you teetering on the edge but never letting you fall.

His mouth pressed hot, open kisses to the inside of your thigh, teeth scraping just enough to make you flinch.

Pain, pleasure—both wrapped in the same tight coil.

You moaned his name, thick with frustration and need.

Ryan smirked against your skin.

Calm.

Too calm.

Like he was enjoying this way too much.

And he was.

You squirmed, chasing his fingers.

He only tsked under his breath, tightening his grip on your thigh.

“I said I’d make you beg, ” he murmured. “I meant it. ”

And then your phone buzzed.

The sound was faint, muffled against the sheets.

But Ryan heard it.

He stilled, dark gaze flicking toward the nightstand.

Your phone was lit up.

From the last message you sent:

haha guess I owe you

But it wasn’t that message that caught his attention.

It was the new one.

The one that popped up on the screen as he watched.

Matt: You better. If you think Ryan has a package worth your pretty face and sexy body, you have no idea what Matt-izon Prime will get you.

For a moment, everything stopped.

Ryan’s breath hitched.

His fingers still buried inside you.

His jaw clenched, that calm confidence slipping into something darker.

And then he moved.

Fast.

His hand slipped from your body, leaving you empty and aching.

Before you could whimper, he was on you.

Rough hands gripping your hips, dragging you down the bed until your ass was flush with the edge.

Controlled.

But there was an urgency now.

A fury.

“Mine, ” Ryan growled, the word vibrating through his chest.

You barely had time to process it before he was there—lined up—and then he thrust inside you.

One hard, claiming stroke.

You screamed.

Your body arched, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness.

And you shattered.

Your orgasm ripped through you, lightning fast, your body clenching hard around him as he filled you completely.

“I bet you wish you were me right now, Matt. ”

His grip on your thighs tightened, holding you open.

“But guess what? ”

His smirk twisted into something dangerous.

“Y/N is mine. ”

But Ryan didn’t slow.

He wasn’t gentle.

He was relentless.

He gripped your waist hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he drove into you again.

Harder.

His free hand slid to your throat, pressing lightly—just enough to tilt your head back and keep your eyes on him.

“You’re not thinking about him now, are you? ” he demanded, voice dark but steady.

You shook your head, breathless.

“Say it. ”

Your breath hitched, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity.

But you found your voice.

“Ryan makes me feel better than you ever could, ” you gasped. “That’s why I’m with him. That’s why you’re a fucking loser. ”

Ryan’s eyes burned hotter. His pace didn’t falter.

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

“Louder. ”

You whimpered as he thrust harder, dragging another broken sound from you.

“Louder, ” he growled again, his teeth scraping your jaw.

You cried out, voice cracking as you repeated it—louder, harsher.

“Ryan makes me feel better than you ever could! That’s why I’m with him, Matt! That���s why you’re a loser! ”

And Ryan smiled.

Dark.

Satisfied.

You weren’t just saying it.

You were living it.

The room was thick with heat.

Your labored breathing.

The slick sounds of Ryan moving inside you.

He hadn’t slowed. Not once.

And somehow, even with how rough he was, Ryan never lost that control. That precision—the kind of focus he brought to editing or mastering a track—he was applying it to you.

Deliberate. Exact.

Like he had something to prove.

Maybe to himself.

Maybe to Matt.

Maybe both.

Every thrust dragged another sound out of you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body.

You were too sensitive.

Too raw.

But Ryan didn’t care.

He was relentless.

His hand slid from your throat to your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his when you tried to look away. His dark eyes locked on yours, burning with something you couldn’t quite name.

When he thrusted harder—deeper—you felt it.

The shift.

A little desperate now.

A little needy.

And then, with one final stroke, he pushed his mouth onto yours as he came deep inside you.

The moment he spilled inside you, something in you snapped.

You screamed, tearing away from the kiss, your body shaking apart in his arms.

When he let go, breath ragged, his expression dark but calmer now, his thumb brushed your cheek in a slow, almost… gentle way.

And then he said it.

“There’s the sound I was looking for. ”

His voice was rough. Satisfied.

And the second the words left his mouth, you realized what he meant.

The mic.

Still recording.

Still capturing everything.

That ragged cry—the one that had ripped from your throat when he finished—that was the sound Matt had been waiting for.

Ryan slowed, hips pressing deep and staying there, grinding slowly, making you tremble all over again.

He kissed you then. Soft. Deep. Like he hadn’t just wrecked you. Like you weren’t still shaking apart underneath him.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing slowly evening out.

“There it is, ” he murmured, voice lower now. “That’s the one. ”

You nodded, dazed.

Ryan chuckled, then kissed you again—lingering this time.

His hand stroked gently over your thigh while the other reached for the mic, carefully stopping the recording.

He glanced at the audio file briefly, his expression flickering with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Perfect, ” he said, after a beat.

Epilogue:

The next day, Ryan was back at the Plex.

 Editing.

 Laughing with Tucker.

 Things felt normal.

 Like nothing had happened.

Until Matt found him in the kitchen.

Ryan didn’t hear him at first. He was digging through the fridge, cracking open a LaCroix when Matt leaned against the counter, beer in hand, that familiar smug grin on his face.

“File was good, ” Matt said casually.

Ryan’s head snapped up.

 He schooled his expression fast.

 “Yeah? ” he asked, keeping his voice even.

“Yeah. ”

 Matt took a slow sip. His eyes gleamed.

 “Y/N sounded… amazing. ”

Ryan’s jaw tightened, but he forced a short laugh.

 “Guess we’re even then. ”

Matt chuckled. “For now. ”

There was a beat of silence.

 Heavy.

 Thick between them.

Matt took another drink, then tilted his head just slightly.

 “But you know…” he started, voice low, lazy in that way that always made Ryan’s stomach twist.

 “You and Y/N kind of put me in a weird position, man. ”

Ryan didn’t move.

 Didn’t blink.

 “Yeah? ”

Matt smiled wider.

 “Yeah. You got to prove yourself. ”

 He leaned in a little closer.

 “But what was it she said again? ” he asked, feigning thoughtfulness.

 His eyes were sharp when they met Ryan’s.

 “‘Ryan makes me feel better than you ever could. ’”

 He said it slowly, like he was tasting the words.

 Then he chuckled under his breath.

 “Loser, huh? ”

Ryan exhaled through his nose, steady.

 But his grip tightened on the can in his hand.

Matt grinned, teeth flashing.

 “Well, ” he said, stepping back with a shrug, “sounds like you don’t think I could make her feel good. ”

 A pause.

 “That either of you don’t. ”

Ryan’s pulse kicked up.

 He knew where this was going.

Matt finished his beer, setting the empty bottle on the counter with a soft clink.

 “But I was thinking…”

 His tone was lighter now, but no less dangerous.

 “…odds are, I could do better. ”

Ryan’s throat felt dry.

 He shouldn’t.

 He knew he shouldn’t.

 But he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah? ” Ryan asked, voice rougher than he wanted.

Matt’s grin stretched wider.

 “Yeah. ”

And just like that, another game had started.

“Out of 50? ”

[clumsyprincesstofu]

As a long-time Ryan lover, thank you for your service and I cannot wait for more from you.

I know its been a while im so sorry guys, I am planning to get back to writing now! Cant wait to produce you more Ryan AUs to love💜 bear with me!

[fruityfics]

~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:

Arcane

- Viktor

- Jayce

- Silco

- Vander

- Ekko

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

~ Lucifer

~ Alastor

~ Vox

~ Angel Dust

~ Husk

Game Grumps/NSP:

~ Dan Avidan

~ Danny Sexbang

~ Alex Taylor

~ Arin Hansen

~ Ryland Tate

~ Ryan Magee

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

~ 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!

[ghxstlike]

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!

[dedetypes]

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

[masterkief]

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.”

[melancholy-imagines]

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.

[sam-miniature-pigeon]

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

[bunnyychi]

DISCLAIMER & MASTERLIST

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This is an RPF-Account

As you can see from the heading, my account is and will feature real-person-fiction. If you have a problem with that then please leave my blog.

I will not tolerate any hate toward my work or that of others simply because they write RPF but I do want to set a couple important boundaries of what I think is acceptable with RPF and what I think is not:

PLEASE DO NOT:

Do not treat the people that are being written about like they are objects, specifically sexual objects. That means that I don't want someone to express their carnal desire to do X-Sexual-Action with X-Person. Please keep that to yourself.

Please do not engage in stalker-like behaviour with real people. Too often I see low quality zoomed in pictures of someone who didn't want to be filmed with comments that are often similar to my first point.

These people are still real people like you and me and I know, because my wattpad days have taught me, that sometimes it is easy to get lost in a crush on someone. Especially when they are actively responding to fans and putting out content.

That being said; Yes. I do plan on writing smut but I will be respectful and put warnings on NSFW chapters. I hope I do not need to explain that writing smut and objectification of someone is not the same.

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Masterlist

{ ♡ = smut; ☆ = suggestive; ❀ = fluff; ☾ = angst; 🕯 = slow burn; }

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ONESHOTS

Ryan Magee x Reader {Supermega}

❀ Red Lipstick

☆ Officer?

❀ You made me a poet

The Witcher {The Witcher/ all media)

☾ Your Voice Remains

{Kaer Morons} Brother Love

OneyPlays Crew x Reader {OneyPlays}

❀; ☆ The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Zach Hadel x Reader {OneyPlays}

☾; ❀ A Quarter to Something

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MULTICHAPTER

Zach Hadel x Reader {OneyPlays}

🕯 A Heartstruck Collision

[littleskeletonprincessss]

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.

[lavender-creame]

ooooh I love your stuff <3 how do you think the boys would be with a partner who's a virgin or hasn't orgasmed before?

SuperMega Boys with a Virgin

| Minors DNI | 18+ only | Ryan Magee x Reader- 880 words Matt Watson x Reader- 869 words Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, sex, loss of virginity

Ryan Magee

If you ever told Ryan that you were a virgin—or that you’d never orgasmed before—he would take that as a responsibility. Not in a pressured way, not with urgency or expectation, but with this quiet, steady resolve. He makes it his mission to make it safe, pleasurable, and memorable for you. Something you look back on and feel cherished by. Because Ryan is a giver by nature. And the second he knows you trust him with something so important, he’s all in.

He’d talk to you first. There’s no rushing with him, ever. You’d be sitting next to him on the couch, or maybe curled up in bed together, and he’d be there with his arm draped around your waist. His hand would be warm where it rests on your stomach, thumb rubbing lazy circles into your hip bone as he speaks to you in that soft, reassuring tone only Ryan can manage.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he says, low and slow, as if he’s got all the time in the world. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips and back again. “But if you want to… I’m gonna take real good care of you.”

Ryan’s touch is gentle but confident, and that’s what puts you at ease. There’s no fumbling, no hesitation, but he moves slow. Kissing you like he’s tasting you for the first time. His fingers brush down your arms and over your sides as if he’s mapping every inch of your skin—memorizing it. And every few seconds, he’s checking in, not in a way that makes it clinical or awkward, but naturally. His awareness of your body and your emotions is almost instinctive.

"Are you wanting to finally feel my fingers, baby?" he asks between long, steady licks against your throbbing bud. His breath is warm where it ghosts across your skin, his voice quiet but deep enough to make your stomach flip.

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he’s been reading you this whole time. He knows exactly how long to keep each action going—how long to circle his tongue around your clit before you start to whine, how long to kiss down your stomach before you lift your hips in silent begging. His patience isn’t just about going slow; it’s about keeping you right there, on the verge of something new and intense, without overwhelming you. And when you’re trembling and asking for more, he’s there, pushing you gently but firmly until you’re begging.

Ryan’s patience is unmatched when it comes to getting you off. His fingers are thick, warm, and skilled, and he uses them with such deliberate care, curling them slowly inside you, adjusting the angle until he finds that spot that makes your legs shake. His tongue moves in time with his fingers, and the whole time he’s talking to you, praising you in that low, husky voice.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he whispers against your skin, kissing your inner thigh like it’s his favorite place in the world. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

He’s obsessed with watching you. He wants to see every reaction you have, from the way your lashes flutter to the way your hands scramble at the sheets when he makes you cum for the first time. And when you do, Ryan’s eyes darken, and that grin of his is somewhere between wicked and proud.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with something almost reverent. “God, look at you…”

After, he doesn’t leave you for a second. His hands are on you, grounding you, stroking your hair. He holds you close, kisses your temple, and tells you how proud he is of you like it’s the most important thing in the world.

If you let him take your virginity, he’s slow, intimate, and careful, but never so careful that it feels disconnected. He’s there with you, watching your face with every gentle thrust, adjusting his pace based on your breaths and sounds. His favorite positions are the ones where he can keep you close and see you—missionary with your legs hooked over his shoulders, or you on top while he guides your hips with those big hands of his. Every time you shiver or moan, his breath catches in his throat, his hips stuttering.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. “You’re making me feel so good, baby.”

And the whole time, it’s about you. Making sure you feel safe. Making sure you feel loved while you feel good.

Afterward, Ryan’s already running you a bath or carrying you to the shower. He’s always quick about it but never rushed—just knows what you need. He sets you down on the edge of the tub and kneels in front of you, massaging shampoo into your scalp like he’s trying to wash the whole world away. His lips are soft against your shoulder, kissing across your skin as his hands work over you, slow and careful.

“You did so good for me,” he murmurs as he rinses your hair, his fingers combing gently through the strands. He brushes damp hair away from your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek “Let me take care of you.”

And you know he means it—tonight, tomorrow, always.

Matt Watson

When you tell Matt that you’re a virgin—or that you’ve never had an orgasm before—he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. You expect him to maybe joke around, maybe tease a little, but instead, he gets quiet in this way that makes you feel seen, not exposed. His gaze softens, and he smiles that slow, crooked grin that makes your heart race.

“Guess I’ll just have to ruin you for anyone else, huh?” he murmurs, trying to keep the mood light and unjudgemental.

But there’s heat behind it, something way more intense simmering under the surface. He takes it seriously—not in a tense or awkward way, but like it’s an honor. And he treats it that way the entire time.

Matt’s hands are on you before anything else. Those long fingers, careful but confident, slipping under your shirt like he’s feeling you for the first time—memorizing the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine. He keeps you close, his body warm and solid against yours, one hand bracing the back of your neck as he kisses you slow, coaxing. He’s in no rush. If anything, he drags it out just to watch you melt.

“You let me know if anything doesn’t feel good, yeah?” he says, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. “I mean it.” His voice dips lower when he adds, “But I’m pretty sure I can make you feel amazing.”

Matt’s a tease, he'd always be a tease, but think time he is kind and so to only tease in ways that make you laugh, make you relax. He kisses your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp, and you feel his smile against your skin. He loves that. Loves pulling those reactions out of you. But he never pushes. He’s good at sensing where you’re at, constantly checking in with the way he touches you, the way he looks at you.

When it comes to getting you off for the first time, Matt is focused. He moves down your body with slow kisses, his breath warm on your skin. His hands slide between your thighs, spreading them gently, and when he settles between them, it’s like he’s found his favorite place on earth.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, sounding more proud than concerned. “You’re so sensitive already. Fuck.”

His fingers are long, and he takes his time with them. He doesn’t rush to push inside you, just traces soft circles around your clit with one hand while the other holds your thigh open. When he finally does press a finger into you, he groans low in his throat.

“So tight,” he breathes. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Matt works you open slowly, patiently, watching your face every second. He murmurs constant praise—“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”—his voice rougher with each word.

He’ll take you right to the edge and slow down, just to hear you beg. But the second you ask, the second you tell him you need it? He gives it to you. No hesitation.

And when you cum for the first time? It wrecks him. The way your body tenses, the sounds you make—he’s hooked. He slows everything down, easing you through it, but there’s a wild pride in his eyes when you open them again.

“Look at you,” he whispers, wiping a thumb over your cheekbone. “So fuckin’ gorgeous when you fall apart.”

If you let him be the first to fuck you, he’s careful, so gentle you'd think he's afraid. He’s there with you, guiding you through it, kissing you between soft moans of your name. He holds your hand as he slides into you, slow but deep, watching every reaction. His forehead presses against yours when he’s fully seated inside, his breath ragged.

“Jesus, baby… you feel so good.”

His favorite thing is watching you. He wants to see the exact moment you relax around him, the moment you start to enjoy it. He groans every time you squeeze around him, his hands holding your hips like you might float away.

“Doing so good,” he whispers. “You’re taking me so well.”

And he’s not rushing toward his own release. He’s focused on you. Making sure it’s as good as it can be, that you feel wanted and adored the entire time.

Afterwards, Matt’s all about aftercare. He cleans you up gently, using tissues or warm cloths from his bedside drawer. He keeps a bottle of water on the nightstand and hands it to you like it’s instinct, rubbing slow circles into your thigh while you drink.

“You good, baby?” he asks quietly, and when you nod, he grins, leaning in to kiss you sweetly.

But he doesn’t stop there. Matt always puts on something dumb on TV afterward—something familiar and comforting—and pulls you into his lap, your head resting against his shoulder. He runs his fingers through your hair, tracing your scalp softly as you relax. And every so often, he looks down at you, that soft expression back on his face.

“Told you I’d take care of you,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “And I’m not done.”

He won’t let you go for the rest of the night, holding you close, protective in a way that makes you feel safe enough to drift off completely.

[clumsyprincesstofu]

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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my ao3!

i know i haven’t written here in a long time, and i’m so sorry for that! i am changing to ao3, since i like their lay-out better and it’s more organized. i’ll still post headcanons (maybe) every now and again, but at the moment i’m working on two pieces right now!

one is a fnaf x reader. it’s about reader being the second security guard and being stuck in the building for the night. smut and chaos ensues!

the other one is ryan magee x reader. it’s about the ac being broken in the supermegaplex! smut and other chaos ensues.

my ao3 is ghxstlike! hopefully these intrigue you <3

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Ok ok but about dates at Barnes and noble with Matt or Ryan 👀👀?????

Matt:

- more of a stays behind you while you shop kinda guy

- loves hearing your thoughts on your favorite books

- “and don’t even get me started on the main character...”

- “oh i AM getting you started”

- picks up random books from random genres to try and find something you like

- “wait, have you seen this one?? or-or this one?!”

- wants to impress you with book knowledge

- hugs you from behind while your browsing

- drags you buy your hands around the store

- “we have to browse ALL the options”

- most likely will take you to a coffee shop or smth after

Ryan:

- not as talkative as Matt but still as enthusiastic

- he’ll wander around the store by himself while you try to find a new book to read

- he’d catch your eye from across the store only to make silly faces at you

- Ryan loves seeing your reaction to whatever he may do

- he would have more serious book suggestions then Matt

- searching the entire store to try and find a book you’ll actually like

- “i found this... for you... i mean you might like it but i’m not sure...” he’d chuckle, scratching the back of his neck

- “i love it”

- BLUSHING

- lots of blushing

- will also take you to a coffee shop after but also target to get snacks for when y’all read together