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welcome-to-octo-space · 6 months

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How Much Chaos Can One Roomba Cause?

Repost fromA03 because i recently learned the people behind it are shit fucks so enjoy my writing now here with dedicated blogs for any multi chapter fics i posts.

Fandom: Yo-Kai Watch

Ships: some slight mackei.

Character: Whisper, Inaho Misora/hailey anne, keita amano/nate adams, buck/mac hazeltine, Jibanyan, USApyon.

#swearing, fire, nate in denial, inaho chaotic as ever, everything goes to shit, gay in denial counter, this roomba is on a mission, thank god tumbler can use rich text, slight mention of blood#

Ah yes a beautiful day in Springdale,

Birds are singing,

Flowers are blooming,

And on days like these…

*BOOM*

A certain space nerd is kicking down the door of an not-so averagely

average kid…

this is gonna end poorly isn't it?

“Inaho what the hell??!”

there stood from his chair the most certainly startled average kid in question. Nate Amano, Springdales very own Yo-Kai extraordinaire, (but if you're reading this fic then you already know that.) Trailing his eyes from his nerdy friend's face which is plastered with a mischievous grin, down to what she holds in her hands…

A roomba, But not just any roomba, a Yo-Kai Roomba!

Well more specifically called the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner tho they prefer to call it the Yo-Kai Roomba but Inaho nicknamed it Roomby so that whats it will be called within this fic because Inaho is always right (this is lie do not trust her)

“And why does the roomba have a knife taped to it..?” Nate questioned, staring at the high quality knife taped to the little roomba with a piece of gray duck tape, not sure if he should be scared or not since its within her hands,

“Why not?”

“honestly there are so many reasons why not but i dont have the time nor energy right now to say them all out for you.”

He said with a classic ‘I'm so done with your shit’ to his voice as he sat back down at his desk,

“And please just take the knife off and put the roomba back on its charging port or even take it out to go collect stuff, and not set it on the floor with the knife still attached, please.” he warned her as he returned to the boring homework he was working on before the sudden intrusion.

Inaho, looking down at Roomby, contemplating on the chaos she could unleash.. People dead, houses burned, hearts stolen, war crimes committed, by this adorable little cleaning robot with a knife.. if she just.. Sat it dow- and she did it.(god dammit inaho)

With roomby now on the floor it makes a little beep. Nate turning back to look at the robot at the sound, fear striking his face, eyes widening at the sight.

A roomba.

With a knife taped to it.

On the floor.

Fully let loose.

And in his room.

BECAUSE A CERTAIN SOMEBODY HAS NO REGARD FOR HER OWN AND OTHERS SAFETY.

(*ahem* excuse that outbreak, inaho is my skrunkly blorbo bleebus but she's really a lot sometimes, anyhoot let's continue)

Nate yelps out in fear, curling up into a ball in his chair, he looks back over to inaho. “Why.. why would you do this?” he asks inaho with a shaky wobbliness to his voice, but no response.. Just a mischievous and evil grin on her face as she begins to cackle like a crazy witch in her tower when confronting the hero who came to save the princess she kidnapped.. And then.. Suddenly.. While neither of them were looking.. Roomby stabs the knife into the wall, actually is it right to call it stabbing in this case?

Well anyhoots both of the watchers turn their gaze to roomby with Nate beginning to spiral into panic.. Probably because his mom will kill him if she finds out what happened to the wall..

Inaho awws at the sight as she crouches down with quite a pleased smile plastered on her face “Aww roombys first bit of destruction!’ “HOW CAN YOU ACT LIKE THIS WHEN IT DID THIS TO MY WALL?!?” he scolded inaho, making a pout strike is face afterwards “Nate chill chilllllllll” inaho exclaimed as the roomba turned to face the blades towards inaho's definitely exposed ankle

“It's just a small hole in the wal-” she explained being cut off at the end with eyes widening as she looked down to see that the roomba had moved towards her. Slicing into her ankle as a result, bright red crimson blood falling from the cut onto the floor and the blade of the knife.. Her eye twitches as she attempts to keep her cool, staring at how her own blood contrasts on the shiny sliver of the knife's blade (which is very sharp btw, inaho got herself a knife sharpening kit just to make sure she got it to peak sharpness). She breathes through her teeth due to the pain as roomby slowly backs up,

“Oh no, I've been impaled.. well not really i just got a little cut but STILL.”

(octos note here but uh, KARRRRRRMMMMAAAA)

“A-are you okay?” Nate stuttered while asking, tilting his head being genuinely concerned for Inaho's well being. while she may be an asshole to him sometimes he does have a genuine concern for her health considering how many bad situations she gets herself into,

“Oh nooo I'm fineeee, really.” she assured nate

“Are you sure about that?”

" ALRIGHT FINE! I'M NOT OKAYYYYY!" She wails in the pain and suffering, repeating 'ow', 'owie', and other forms of expressing one's pain and discomfort to herself as she sits herself on the floor to begin rocking back and forth. “I'll grab some bandages so in the meantime wait here and cover the wound with your hand, that might help stop the bleeding for now.” nate exclaimed, making a small calm down hand gesture to go along with it, (how else to i quacking describe thiissss -octo) inaho responding with a simple nod in agreement as she then quickly does as nate instructed and covers the wound with the palm of her hand as nate dashes out of his room to swiftly grab the medical supplies from the bathroom, passing by whisper in the hallway as he leaves.

"What in the world has got nate this panicked to be rushing out of his roo-

GOOD GOD?!"

[Insert here the wailings in pain of The Big Dumb Idiot™ Inaho Misora]

"Well that explains the noise at least..'' Whisper mumbled to himself as inaho turns her head to look at Whisper only able to give out a small wobbly, crying, "hi whisper" in response.

"Inaho, What in the name of Lord Enma Happened here?" He asked floating closer towards inaho with crossed arms and a confused but also worried look on his face, inaho after taking a moment to properly collect herself brings out a response,

"Ya want the long or the short?"

"The short please."

"So roomba,"

Whisper nods his head,

"With knife taped on,"

He nods his head again,

"Put on the floor by me,"

Once again he nods his head,

"I got the bitch called karma,"

Another nod followed by an "im listening" in response,

"And i'm now here, as you can see, in a lot of pain"

Whisper only able to just let out a sigh in response pinches where his nose bridge would, floating the other way.

"Now please excuse me while I return to my regularly scheduled wailing" she declared as she resumed her wailing.

"Inaho..," he takes a pause to look at her "Why did you think taping a Knife to the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner was a good idea?"

"Alright so 1 its name is roomby, and 2 i am an individual with a significant line of violence, be it cannon or fannon, so me taping a knife to a roomba was bound to happen eventually, and that just happened to be today." She answered, a strong sense of Determination coming from her as she then immediately returned to wailing in pain like a baby,

"And now why did you name it, 'Roomby'?"

"BECAUSE ROOMBY IS MY BELOVED MINION OF CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION THAT'S WHY!!"

As she responded Nate returned, med kit, and damp wash rag in hand.

"Inaho please keep your voice down."

"Welllll excuse me princess for having to let out a little bit of anger for a second"

Nate would simply sigh at the response as he crouches down to deal with the wound, moving her hand to see how much blood has gotten on it, inaho promptly taking back her hand from Nate and.. licking off the blood from her hand, uh yeah nate and whisper both give her this baffled look as she simply responds with

"Whaaat? i like the taste of it, and besiiiddees, it's my own blood."

Nate simply chooses to not respond to her weirdness as he doesn't really have the energy to deal with it.

Swiftly he begins dealing with the wound this big idiot got herself with, cleaning up the blood while applying slight pressure, applying some antibiotic cream that absolutely STUNG and is cold as fuck and she hates it she hates it ohhhh she so fucking hates it, folding a bit of the medical tape on itself to cover the wound then wrapping more it around her ankle to keep it in place due to the size not fitting any of the bandages.

(disclaimer i feel i should add, that this is most likely not entirely accurate on how to deal with a wound like this, this is just what i gathered from some quick research, please seek professional help or do your own proper research if you or someone else gets a wound in a similar fashion -octo)

With that all dealt with he puts everything back into the med kit to take back down, but before that he gives inaho a small bonk on the head.

"There ya go you big blundering idiot"

"OI- i aint no blundering idiot!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are"

"No I'm not."

And this continues on and on and on and on, Whisper letting out a small sigh as he then realizes something, glancing around the room to kinda confirm it with himself, and his suspicions are indeed correct.

"Snap out of it you two! The Vacuum Cleaner, it's not here!" He announced as this promptly snapped the two out of the loop as they both frantically start looking around and indeed, Roomby is nowhere to be found,

Nate beginning to spiral into a panic due to this, and inaho being inaho is very happy sparkly eyed about this

"Awww my little minion has gone to go cause mass chaos and destruction!"(:D)

"INAHO, THIS IS A PROBLEM!"

"I see no problem with this, So i really don't know what you're waffling about bruh."

"Why are you like this..?"

"Do I really gotta explain this to you?" She gave as the answer to nate's question, this simply leaving nate more furious than before but all he could let out is a sigh in frustration as he closed the med kit up and take it back downstairs alongside the now bloody wash rag, before he leaves he looks back at inaho who just stood back up,

"If you think you can walk fine then you're gonna help me find it, if not then go home and hopefully not cause any more chaos than you've already done" he explained with his resting bitch face on, truly just done with her shit at this point, inaho simply rolling her eyes in response which only adds more fuel to his fire

"I was gonna go home either way so uh yeah." She said with a smug look on her face. Nate just giving her the bombastic side eye at this response.

"Your rarely ever any help, you know that?"

"Damn right!"

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After returning the med kit and wash rag, Nate and inaho leave his house and go their separate ways, inaho simply going around the corner to pocket mirapo close to home. Nate, in a worse emotional state right now, even after whisper thought it would be a better idea, got Whisper to stay home, simply because Nate doesn't want to deal with any more annoyances. It's sunny outside, and unsurprisingly jibanyan is sunbathing on top of the car, nate walks towards him to give the cat head scratches, he does enjoy that, “oh hi nyate” jibanyan says tiredly, yawning afterwards. “Hiya jibbers, having a nice sunbath?” he asked, giving more head scratches.

“Nyeah, purrfectly warm and sunny out, just how i like it nya” “That's good, did you by any chance see a roomba with a knife pass by at all? Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and now it's gotten loose somehow”“Hmm nyo sorry, i've been having a cat nyap this entire time so i cyant really help mew there nya'' jibanyan answered, the slightest tinge of disappointment falling onto nates face,

"Well thank you anyways, enjoy your sunbath now" he gave jibanyan more head pats before running off, jibanyan waving goodbye behind him.

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Now i'm not gonna go too into detail of course, for my own and you the readers sake but just goes all over springdale asking any and all yokai he bumps into if they've seen the roomba and seeing any destruction it leaves in its wake, this leads him onto a wild goose chase all around springdale, taking him basically all day until he ends up at the Mt Wildwood summit at midnight, the moonlight dimly lighting up the area as he tiredly drags his fatigued body up the stairs, not the first time he's lost a lot of sleep looking for something at least. Now he saw it come up here, he's sure he did! Only a little bit of looking around tho to prove him wrong, the roomba was nowhere to be seen around here, only him and the mirapo, but wait a minute! He thought to himself for a moment connecting the dots, if the roombas not here and there's a mirapo then… He immediately rushes to the mirapo at his sudden realization. “Good evening blegh, were you headin?”

“Uh actually did a roomba with a knife go through your portal at all recently?” The mirapo thought for a moment, Nate anxiously waiting for an answer. “Yeah one did, it went over to America, why you askin blegh?”

Nate takes a quick sigh of relief, ‘Can you teleport me to where it went please?”

“Yeah sure, not problem” Nate thanks the mirapo before it opens up its portal and Nate walks through.

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The bright american sun greets him on his way out, covering his eyes from its bright light as they adjust to the sudden change in brightness, East Pine at the old town teleport by the watch shop, well it couldn't have gone too far he thought to himself for a moment the quick idea of giving a visit to buck quickly crossed his mind but he quickly shuts that own down, gotta stay on the mission and get that roomba, no time for silly distractions! Although maybe he could take a quick moment to say hi, i mean it'll just be a quick hello and explanation of the situation, hell knowing buck he'll probably end up wanting to help him out in the end and they do say two heads are better than one!

So off nate goes against his better judgment to go see his Good Friend, totally just his Good Friend and totally not his big crush, nope no boy lovers here just an average boy and his best adventurous boyfriend that he does not have romantic feelings for in any way shape or form. He's totally not thinking of how looking for a roomba with a knife could turn into a romantic date nope totally not!

(GAY IN DENIAL ALERT!!!! -Octo)

And so our beloved yet average protagonist heads on his way, passing by the supermarket where he and buck had fled from the supermanager that fateful night after they went on that useless fetch quest for that stupid ass chicken, Nate still hates that cluckers face

(i am humor -Octo)

But more importantly he remembers that feeling he felt when they had jumped to escape.. yeahhhh no it was totally just their totally platonic bond growing, yeah totally.

(Nate in denial counter-2)

Passing by the church and trying to not think too hard about how turning yo kai into souls is almost a form of.. sealing them for lack of a nicer word,

Waving to the landlord of the local St. Peanutsburg Wayfaring Manor, and of course going through Broccoli Blocks to that memorable red bridge, well at least him. (yes that is actually what the little pathway to the secret base is called in game)

The familiar spring leaves grace his presence as nate approaches the Secret Base of the BBQ trio,

ever since inaho started showing up more they basically officially became a trio that one fateful night nate and buck brought a mini grill over to the base for a BBQ, obviously it was inaho and her silly brain that came up with the name that buck seconded, so unfortunately for nate it was a majority vote to his displeasure but he eventually grew to like the name, also ended up being what the Yo-Kai world recognized them as,

Aside from there being a grill not much has changed about the secret bases exterior, aside from a new coat of paint and a proper team flag and symbol that the trio worked together to make, it was basically the same.

Climbing up the ladder and onto the deck, nate can only hope Buck is here and not out on an adventure without him, opening the door, well there's the golden sunshine boy himself sleeping on the nice couch they got,

The inside of the Base was definitely the most changed part, new proper furniture, a bean bag, string lights, and a hammock that inaho claimed to be hers only, and some proper storage space, oh and a small disco ball that Inaho and Buck had literally begged and puppy eyed for Nate to keep, it being here means they're plan worked unfortunately.

But anyyyhooots, Nate walked up to the snoozing red haired boy, his face almost glowing in the warm sunlight that planted on his face, nate couldn't help but clench his fist to his heart at how peaceful and cute buck was, wait- cute? Nonononono no he totally doesn't think bucks cute, just peaceful, yeah peaceful.

(Nate in denial counter- 3)

Well ignoring those thoughts Nate pokes Bucks cheek, continuing to do those in an attempt to wake him up.. unfortunately he sleeps like a log so plan B,

Nate sits himself on top of the couch and readys himself…

*Thud*

Well unfortunately it had to be a rude awakening via kicking him off the couch and onto the floor,

As Nate slides himself down onto the seating of the couch, crossing his leg and looking down onto Buck.

"OWWW- couldn't ya have woken me up, y'know softer?"

Nate rolls his eyes as Buck raises an eyebrow,

"Well i trieedd to wake you up via pokes but no! you have to sleep like a log and force me to have to use the hard way,"

Buck grumbles, standing up to dust himself off,

"What are ye even here for tho, Sumin bad happen?" The red head questioned turning to meet nate's gaze, the brunette crossing over his other leg and leaning back before replying,

"Yes actually, tho i kinda just wanted to say hi,

But to summarize inaho, roomba, knife, got loose, ended up in America."

Buck tilts his head in confusion like a little puppy (he kinda just wants to hear Nate talk more tho), Nate sighs,

"Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and it ended up getting loose while i was tending to the wound she got from it, so i search everywhere around springdale for it but ended up in here to look for it"

"SHE DID WHAT?!?"

He yelled, name quickly replying

"I KNOW RIGHT?! I swear the stupidity of this bitch sometimes, can't she just let the chaos and destruction rest in her brain for at least a week?"

"Honestly i think that's impossible fer her"

"Yeah you're probably right there."

"Wait- Nate?"

"Yeah what's up?"

"You're losing sleep over this aren't you" he questioned to the brunette, nate averting his gaze away from buck because well he hit the nail on the coffin, it is like 1am in springdale right now,

"Well I've gone for longer without sleep so i'll be fineee"

"Like the time ye passed out from a whole week of no sleep?"

Yeah Buck was right, that is the longest Nate has gone without sleep for.. 7 seven days no sleep and high on caffeine as he became a coffee addict to stave of the sleep depression from all the nights of sleep before and after his adventures in America he lost to dealing with yo kai business

"Well uh," he gracefully changes the topic, meeting eyes with Buck again, "anyways Buck, do you wanna help me look for this stupid roomba?"

"M'thinkin you already know the answer to that?"

"Yeah I do, cmon lets get going." He says as the duo head out back to east pine to begin the search but it doesn't take them long because…

"THE SUPERMARKETS ON FIRE?!?" Nate yells out in shock, both of them are shocked of course, in a hurry they rush over to the parking lot and who do they see standing next to the St. Peanutsburg bunny.. the devils little helper herself Inaho, hands behind her back like some kinda villain.. maybe she is in another universe but not here.

She turns her head to look at the two with an evil smirk on her face,

"Hellloo there you twoo~"

"Get that stupid smirk off your face" Nate retorts as he and Buck walk over towards Inaho,

"Fuhuhu~" she turns to look back at the fire, "Fire is so beautiful isn't it?" She completely ignored him-

"I do agree it is pretty, BUT NOT WHEN ITS BURNING THE FUCKING SUPERMARKET!" he exclaims as he gestures to the burning supermarket to put emphasis on it,

"I still think it's pretty."

"Weirdo- well what's more important is why would you commit arson on the supermarket???"

Inaho tilts her head in confusion,

"Why ya gotta blame me for every bad thing that happens, but it was roomby who did this and don't ask me how because i aint got no focking clue man"

"Well then where's the roomba??"

And in a response Inaho points down to where low and behold the roomba is, no scratches or burn marks or any damage really, scrape free.

Seeing it, Nate quickly scoops it up, pulling off the taped knife with force and then throwing said knife down into the ground by Inaho's feet, just barely missing her.

After that jumpscare inaho picks the knife up from the ground and swiftly gives nate the middle finger with her free hand,

"OI FOCK YOU YE FOCKING BITCH!"

He swiftly gives her a middle finger back with his own free hand,

"Fuck you too bitch!"

"WELL- FOCK YOU MORE!"

"I swear is that really the best- Well how about you go fuck yourself!?"

"WELL I ALREADY DO ENOUGH OF THAT SO NO THANKS!" She yelled, as then Nate and Buck look at her with this wtf look of confusion before letting out a "Huh?", inaho then tilting her head with her own "huh?" As if she didn't hear what she just said

But before anyone can say anything there is yelling in the distance..

"INAHO MISORAAAA!!!!!"

mad yelling- from a very mad otter, it's USApyon of course, inaho stepping back from the other two from hearing him,

"Well it seems this is where i bid thee adieu" she proclaims before bows like some actor after a show after which she runs off making USApyon have to take chase, "GET'CHER ASS BACK HERE MISSY!"

Well good to know those two still have that dynamic going for them, until inaho narrowly avoids getting hit by the upcoming fire truck, this causing everyone to take a moment of shock and for USApyon to stop in his tracks, and it's not until she gives them the thumbs up of okay for them to all sigh in relief and for USApyon to continue chase as inaho runs off towards the church area,

Well at least the fire is going to be taken care of now.

"I should go take this roomba home now, see ya buck!"

"See ya! N'please do go get some sleep when ya get on home and not just sip on coffee."

"Don't worry i will i will" he says as the two depart, Nate using pocket mirapo to teleport straight to his room.

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After turning on the light and setting the roomba on its charging port he stretches before sitting down at his desk grabbing the cup of cold coffee that had been left there this entire time,

"Now then" he looks down at the paper on his table with tired bloodshot eyes, "to finish this homework.." he mumbles to himself before taking a sip of his coffee- but no he stops himself, buck did tell him to get some sleep.. Well, getting this homework done can wait, besides tomorrow, well technically today is a Saturday so he can just do it after breakfast, so instead before he gets ready for bed he'll just write in his diary, (or his journal as he calls it to inaho and buck), for today.

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|4月21-22日20XX|

Hmm yeah it makes more sense if he writes it as through yesterday and today.

|Today was a rather, eventful day for lack of a better word. Inaho barged into my room with a knife taped to the roomba, thankfully she got her karma from the roomba no less but it had ended up escaping, somehow, taking me on a wild goose chase all around Springdale until i ended up going to St. Peanutsburg and taking a small detour to go see buck and his cute face, he ended up helping me search but we didn't have to look far as it had set the supermarket on fire, i was thankfully able to scoop it up and take off the knife so aside from Inaho almost committing a Jibanyan and getting hit by a truck, a fire truck no less, id say this was a successful mission complete|

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/i had fun when i was writing this and tbh, who else is gona writng about a yokai roomba seting fire to a supermarket because some bitch put a knife on it\

#yo-kai watch #yokai watch #yo kai watch #WHO LET THIS OCTOPUS WRITE DEAR GOD(octos writing tab)#fanfic #fanfiction #fic #my fic #misora inaho #nate x buck #yokai watch nate #buck hazeltine #buck yokai watch #inaho misora #yokai watch buck #inaho

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gamermattsgf · 4 months

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The headset // gamer Matt

Warnings: major mommy kink / praise kink / begging kink / sub Matt x dom reader / sort of fwb in a way… / cockwarming / riding / edging / slight degredation / unprotected sex

Summary: matt has been quietly playing on his pc for hours now, ignoring you - his best friend - for the most part, until you decide to take matters into your own hands…

Author’s notes: yes, there will be smut. If that’s not your kind of thing, just don’t read it, it’s not my problem. ALSO for everyone’s sake, we pretend the reader is on the pill, because I’m lazy haha.

“But this is deeper than a friendship now, let’s keep it awkward…” - Awkward, SZA

Watching Matt’s side profile, you admire the way he leans forward with his lip bitten in concentration. His fingers rattle with the joystick of his controller and his voice is calculated. Suddenly, he cackles manically and jeers at the headshot he had just made which knocked the other team out of the tournament he was playing in.

‘BRO?! Did you fucking see that? I’m so good!’ He muses cockily, tossing his controller onto his gaming desk whilst sitting back suavely, his arms folded over his chest. Taking off his headset, he sniffles and ruffles his hair before reaching for his water bottle and taking a sip. Finally, you think that he’s going to acknowledge you, but instead of looking around and saying that he’s going to log off, he simply slides his headset back on, his hair flopping onto his forehead.

‘Matt?’ You call, almost shyly, really just wanting him to come and sit down with you so that you can rant to him about your bad day. The bad day that he said you could come over and rant about. But instead he stays nestled in his desk chair.

‘Huh, what?’ He grumbles, turning his head back to pay you a glance that lasts for about 0.5 seconds. However, it is still enough for Matt to see that you are wearing nothing but a tank top and those silk shorts that he absolutely loves on you. Painfully, he also spies that you are not wearing a bra and has to turn back around to his computer so that he can squeeze his eyes shut and try to calm the steady throb that starts within his gut.

How the fuck is he supposed to concentrate on what you have to say when your tits are simply sitting in your tank top, staring at him like that? It’s going to take all of his fucking willpower not to drop his eyes down to ogle at them.

‘You said I could come over and talk about my day?’ You reply to him expectantly, raising your eyebrows in annoyance when he sighs, as if you are an inconvenience.

‘Oh yeah’ he mumbles unenthusiastically underneath his breath, and you have to resist the urge to pelt one of his stuffed animals right at his head.

‘Umm… just- just gimme one more game, this thing’s almost done alright?’ He begs, this time looking back around at you fully, his gaming chair slightly swivelled to face you.

You sigh, but you’re a very giving and patient person, so you nod and smile. ‘Okay, that’s fine’. Matt cracks a gleeful grin then picks up his headset to secure it back on. ‘Kay I’m back’ he speaks, loading into the lobby and readying his character for another game.

You sigh again, snuggling down into the black covers of his bed, scrolling through your phone whilst occasionally glancing up at his shouting figure. You try to make small conversation with him, but it hurts your feelings when he completely brushes you off in favour of communicating with his online friends. Surely he doesn’t have to be that concentrated on his game.

‘So what have you been up to in class lately?’ You speak up, but you are presently shouted over with a ‘NATE! HE’S RIGHT FUCKING BEHIND YOU, WATCH YOUR BACK!’. You hesitate, screwing your face up in sadness. Every single time you try to talk to him, he just yells down into the mic and completely ignores you. You feel like you’re invisible.

So you decide to fix that. If he isn’t going to treat you fairly then neither are you going to treat him with respect. Tossing your phone to the left side of Matt’s bed, you stand up and slowly make your way towards his gaming chair with a devious smirk on your face. You amble into the view of his PC, and Matt’s mouth hangs open in concentration before he darts his head from either side to try and see the computer that was currently being blocked by your grinning body.

You walk forward once again, and Matt looks up at you, not quiet expecting your hands to shoot out and release one of his from the grip it had on his controller so that you could get in. You climb into his lap and sit yourself down easily.

To save himself from being shot by the opposition, Matt quickly grips the controller once again and simply leans his chin on your shoulder so that he can see, before reaching up to quickly mute his mic. ‘Umm what are you doing?’ He nervously laughs to you, trying to keep his beating heart steady at the feeling of your ass and thighs weighting down on his legs. And let’s not forget your tits, now too fucking close to ignore as they press against his chest through your hug.

Think of your grandma’s underwear Matt… think of your grandma’s underwear.

‘Well you haven’t even said hello to me today so… I thought I’d come and give you a hug’ you mumble, shifting around slightly in his lap to get comfortable. However, you regret to realise what this does to Matt’s raging hormones, and it’s not long before he becomes extremely hot and flushed, his cock aching in his jeans at the feeling of your heat being so close to his.

He stutters and falters, just praying that his semi hard-on doesn’t get any worse. ‘Umm okay… well I’m kinda busy so- ahh!’ He cuts himself off with a quiet hiss at your hips shuffling forwards yet again because of his standoffishly rude statement. Serves him fucking right for ignoring his best friend.

But the hope of his prick softening is later abandoned, because he only gets more uncomfortable and stiff. He’s now thinking about wet body parts sliding together, and squeezing his hands against someone’s tits. It’s just handy that yours are right here with him in the moment. He simply can’t bare to focus on the game any longer now. He’s far too conscious about his cock, that is leaking drips of precome and pressing painfully against his boxers.

You have your fun, giggling to yourself because of how surprisingly well this is actually working to get his attention, until you feel an obvious bulge sitting right below the cover of your shorts. Matt had gone extremely quiet…

‘M…Matt, are you… hard?’ You mumble in shock at your best friend before weighing your hips further down into his lap, now this time on purpose, only to have him hiss at the pressure it brings to his core.

One of his hands slips from the tight grip it has on his controller to shoot out and press down on his armrest. His back arches right up into you stomach, as if he is trying to subtly slide his crotch away from your touch.

‘Um, I- um…’ he stutters in embarrassment, his cheeks turning a furious shade of red. He swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob delicately in his throat. ‘Uh, yeah I- I guess I am… sorry’ he mumbled pathetically with his eyes averted in shame at your thighs.

Your lips set in a line, and you squeeze your legs around his sides, your core already dripping for him, which makes you decide to now fully sit your weight onto his hardened cock within his jeans. You rock your hips from side to side, and Matt starts to intake heavy panting breathes, his cheeks a heavy flushed pink as he looks up at you with dreamily confused eyes.

‘W-what are you doing?’ He sputters in shock, his hands still resting upon his arm rests, not daring to splay at all where they so desperately want to. By now his precious controller has been dropped and forgotten to the floor in favour of enjoying the way your hips roll over where he throbs the most.

Matt’s prick is wet… dripping wet, and he feels hot and sweaty all over, all for you. His hands make moist perspiration over the black leather of his seat. And he wants to buck his hips up, he wants to buck them up so badly, but whatever you do feels just as nice as you spread your hands along under his jaw and lift it gently so that he can look up into your eyes instead of fixating them upon your grinding lower halves.

‘I’m going to fix this for you’

Matt blinks, his jaw feathering open but he doesn’t say a word, he’s too scared to. You keep his eyes on you, one of your hands drifting down his brown and pink hoodie before you lift it slightly at the bottom.

Your hand finds the button to Matt’s jeans, but you don’t break eye contact with him. His breath is raggedy with anticipation, his shoulders rising and falling at the sound of the button popping and your hand dragging the zipper down slowly.

He shuffles slightly once it’s down fully, clearly uncomfortably hard and needing attention immediately. Before you take your hands anywhere near him though, you slide them to his hands and take them for him. Guiding them to your back, you place them there whilst leaning in. ‘You can touch me you know… don’t be shy’. You smirk slightly at the sight of him timidly darting his eyes about your face, his sweating hands now fully down and putting pressure upon your shoulder blades.

‘Nice and slow, yeah?’ You mumble once again, but this time you reach for his boxers, easily slipping your hand down them and finding his throbbing prick. It’s hot and silky in your hand and your heart races, Matt whimpering his first throaty ‘oh god’ as he tips his head back slightly and squeezes his eyes shut.

He tries to simply control his breathing, his toes curling on the floor and his fingers arching on your back to indent little crescent moons into it.

‘See? Not that hard is it?’ You talk, in a slightly condescending manner but it seems to not bother Matt, because his cock only throbs more at the sound of your voice speaking to him in this way.

Looking down at his prick you admire it, and admire the way a vein runs up his shaft perfectly to point to his pink and needy tip. Leaning in again, you know just the thing to say to stroke his ego.

‘Fuck Matt, you’re so pretty’

He whines at this comment, his tip leaking easily. He looks as though he could cry in ecstasy when your thumb starts to rub it in slow circles. Fucking hell if he’s this sensitive, who knows how long he’s actually going to last. But he grits his teeth, willing himself to stay calm as choked whimpers expel from his mouth. You stroke him slowly and teasingly, and Matt has to physically careen forward and bite down on your shoulder to keep himself from moaning throatily. His saliva drips down your skin, and the feeling of it only makes you squeeze him harder.

Simply jerking him doesn’t seem to be enough for Matt though, because although he’s shy… he’s also greedy, extremely greedy. He wants more, and by more he means he physically wants to feel you slide down onto him. So he detaches himself from your shoulder, resting his forehead on it instead before he starts to beg. ‘Please… please I wanna- I wanna be inside you… I need-’ but he cuts himself off with another husky moan at the wave of pleasure that washes over him suddenly.

And suddenly this all becomes very real, the barrier between friendship and something more completely shattering between you at this point. And now it all depends on whether you are willing enough to give in and take this further, because Matt has obviously voiced his clear desire to take you as his own already.

But strangely, that idea appeals to you a lot more than it should and you’re already soaking for him. You stand up frantically, letting go of Matt. He whines in frustration at the loss of contact, but soon widens his eyes and re-grips the arms of the chair at the sight of you taking off your shorts. He swallows, his eyes trained on the fabric that slips down your dewy shining legs, his boxers still on but slipped slightly down his thighs with his legs spread out to the sides. His cheeks are still cherry pink, and his eyes are dilated heavily with desire when your panties also come off with no shame. He squirms about in his seat, bucking up his hips once in anticipation before you walk back over and sit on his lap.

‘Now are you going to be nice and quiet for me?’ You warn, pointing a finger at him directly even though no one else is home. His mouth drops open as he pants, his head bobbling up at down quickly before his hands find their way to your thighs. He grips your fleshy skin and squeezes it whilst hoisting you up above his lap. You then find yourself surprised by what slips out of his mouth next, already easing yourself down over his weeping prick.

‘I’ll be such a good boy, I promise.’

It’s a meek and timid little whimper, almost as if it’s come from a small child, and as you sit yourself down onto him he falters. Jesus Christ you didn’t even know Matt was capable of uttering such words…

Screwing his face up, his head is immediately tilted back with his hands bringing you closer and deeper until you sit comfortably right across his bare thighs. ‘Jesus fuck’ he groans with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The stretch is ungodly, and it burns so fucking good, because as you slide down, his shaft strokes all of the right places. Even you start to heavily breathe, and you have to hide your face in the crook of Matt’s neck to stop yourself from uttering a moan.

You simply sit inside of him, both of you staring at each other in disbelief. You just can’t believe this is happening. If someone had told you two days ago that you would have been sitting on your best friend’s cock, about to grind your hips, you would have laughed in their face.

But now everything is real, and Matt is getting needy once more, his impatient breaths coming through his nose with force as his hands paw at your sides.

‘Please- please move, I don’t know how much more I can take’ he mumbles with his head tilted onto your shoulder shyly once again, as if he is afraid to order you around. You nod, a little spaced out, but still ready to give him absolutely anything he wants just so you can hear his pretty fucked-out whimpers once again.

Doing as he requests you start to swivel your hips, and it makes Matt’s breath hitch within his throat. He grabs onto your tank top with an iron grip, biting his bottom lip so hard it almost draws blood. You rock smoothly and easily, and it feels fucking euphoric to have this power over Matt, the same Matt who barely payed any attention to you when you first walked into the door of his room. Now he was a babbling, whining mess, your naked lower halves stroking against each other wetly… and the noises they made together just made you throb even more.

You’re sure Matt feels that exact same churning feeling in his stomach, because he is sweating, his back leaning against his gaming chair and his head lulling to the side so he can at least focus his eyes on something that isn’t the swell of your tits right in front of his face. He’d never tell you, but you knew anyway because it was so fucking obvious. Matt was obsessed with tits. He fucking loved them, everything about them, he so badly wanted to suck on yours, so much so that his tongue was practically aching to coat saliva all over the stretch of them.

‘What’s wrong honey?’ You feign concern, staring down at a Matt who looks as though he’s about to cum because his head is tilted to the side and his mouth is hung open in pleasured suspense. But, you don’t want this to end, and you realise you’re going too fast because it’s working him up, so you slow your hips once again and his brows unfurl, that exquisite feeling of an orgasm disappearing from him for now.

You’re going to edge him. You know he can handle it, because he’s your good boy.

‘I just- you- you fuck me so good’ he struggles, his voice high and drenched in lust for your hips ‘Why have we never-’ another staggered moan struggles its way up his throat since he has his head tilted fully back now ‘-done this before?’.

‘If I’d known you’d be such a pretty fuck believe me… I would have’ you reply back, and Matt whines again at the praise. He seemed to like that… praise. ‘You know, you were right… you’re being such a good boy for me’ you muse encouragingly, and it manages to get his hips to instinctively thrust upwards. He becomes noisier, more vocal at the positive reactions to his behaviour. ‘And good boys deserve rewards… don’t they…?’ Matt whines, nodding his head dreamily before hissing once again at your hips curling in a specific direction, the pressure squeezing his prick just perfectly.

He then closes his eyes, resting his head back and focusing on the feeling. That is until he starts to whimper ‘please… please, please’ repetitively, almost within a trance. But, you decide to tease him more. You’re not quite finished with him yet, since you’re only just working up to your high, whereas Matt’s already there, simply just suspended between denial and ecstasy.

Your hand easily lurches forward as he moans, this time rather loudly and you’re able to hook your thumb into his mouth to hush him. His eyes snap open in fright, before he simply quietens down.

‘Shhh, good boys aren’t noisy… you don’t want me to start calling you a naughty boy instead, do you?’

You shake your head and smirk as Matt slowly begins to suck on your thumb, using his tongue to curl around it attractively, which keeps him quiet. You think it’s so sweet seeing Matt get all riled up about this. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head in embarrassment, sucking on your thumb harder as you condescend him more. ‘No? You don’t want to be a naughty boy? Well fucking behave yourself then’.

Then, you notice, that yet again Matt’s eyes are desirably fixated on your tits as they press against your tank top, your nipples fully hardened and aching to be touched by him. You know Matt wants to, you really do, and you’re amazed by how much he has managed to hold back thus far.

The thing you say next however, is the last straw for him, and he loses all self control at the thought of it. ‘Do you wanna suck on mommy’s tits baby?’. With his eyes hypnotically transfixed upon the bunching stretch of your tits, he throbs inside of you once again. ‘Yeah? You hungry for them baby boy?’. Without saying anything, Matt rips your thumb from out of his mouth and dives his hands forward. He can’t even be bothered to fully take your tank top off because instead of lifting it over your head, he simply greedily pulls the neckline down so that your tits come spilling out over the top.

His head thrusts forward within a matter of seconds, and his mouth quickly envelops your right nipple, sucking on it harshly and making you moan into the air. Fuck his tongue felt so good licking over your sensitivity. You slither around your hand, pressing it against the back of his head and holding him there, to which Matt expels a muffled moan of content at being pushed into your tits. And you know he’s in heaven because of the way he wetly kisses and nuzzles his face into every corner of your skin, until each and every part of your tit is covered in a thin layer of dripping spit that his tongue has gifted you.

He’s now onto your left one, when you tenderly stroke the back of his head and mumble a quick and teasing, ‘yeah? You like mommy’s tits baby boy?’. Matt only detaches his mouth for a second to voice a defensive but feverish ‘shut up’. One of his hands slithers up your stomach and you gasp quickly at the feeling of it grabbing onto your right tit, that was already absolutely covered in red marks and teeth scratches from where his mouth had been. His thumb now rubs you nipple in circles slowly, to return the favour of you rubbing the tip of his leaking cock earlier.

However, the more Matt sucks on your tits, the more sensitive and faster you get with your hips. This causes a chain reaction within Matt, and his tongue gets sloppier within the final anticipated build up of his high.

‘You’ve been so… so good for me, baby boy’ you struggle a praise, tangling your hand within his locks of hair and yanking his face up so that he can meet your gaze. He’s flushed and red, but just can’t help himself. ‘Mommy-‘ he whimpers meekly, looking like tears are welling up in his water line because of just how fucking good you feel stroking against his prick.

‘Do you need to come baby?’ You say with a pout, and Matt nods his head with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. ‘Well? What did I say earlier hm? Good boys deserve rewards’. Matt pants, nodding his head once again, and you already know that he so desperately wants to come.

‘Please… please can I? P-please mommy��’ he begs once again, looking into your eyes with his big glassy ones… and you finally give in. Nodding, you give him permission, then work yourself to both of your eventual highs. Matt has to literally feed his hoodie into his mouth so that he can bite down on it and not make a noise, his toes curling and his back arching once again. Your high comes straight after your see his pretty face screwing up during his, and you help him ride it out, your movements slowing the more you come down and the more sensitive you both become.

‘I can’t believe we just did that…’ he mumbles, his nose bumping against yours as you both have your eyes closed in recovery.

Your breathes are raggedy, and your tits are still exposed. Matt also still sits inside of you, his cock drenched with both of your come. But he loves it, he fucking loves it - even though he is extra embarrassed about your journey of self discovery on the way there.

You never expected matt to be the type of guy to have a raging mommy kink, but you guess now, looking back, it sort of makes sense. He’s soft and clingy with his own mother, which only makes him all the more malleable in your hands as soon as you bring out the nickname.

And god did his reaction not disappoint.

‘Let’s just not make it awkward, okay?’ You question hopefully, whilst starting to slide upwards, but Matt grabs you and forces you back down.

‘Wait!… want you to warm my cock whilst I play my game, feels too good to stop here’ he mumbles, his hands grasping the sides of your hips and firmly holding you there. Your eyes widen, but you do what he says, finding it extremely attractive that as soon as he comes, his babied whines halt, and he takes on a more commanding, dominant demeanour. Still with you sitting on his prick, he bends forward and swipes up his controller, forcing your body up closer into his as he returns upwards with his hand splayed over the break between your shoulder blades.

Before he loads back into another game, he smiles shyly at you, his contrasting elements of dominance and submissiveness being extremely attractive to you.

And still, even after you cleaned up and Matt apologised for coming inside of you, you felt almost in disbelief that you had managed to keep your cool the whole entire time and fuck him in his gaming chair like it was nothing. Maybe you were really just that close? In the end you both decided not to confront it, and instead mutually agreed that it was probably going to happen again between you sometime in the future- knowing that your already undeniable chemistry as friends was irresistible.

But somehow, each of you knew that you were both completely okay with that possibility…

Author’s notes p.2: I’m such a SLUT for gamer Matt ugh. Please, by all means request things for me to write, I do pretty much everything except incest and golden shower (don’t be weird guys). Also you’re welcome to suggest any type of variant of Matt/Chris, for example, bandana Chris - which I actually have a plan for already hehe, also let me know what u thought of this :)

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