You Can NOT Tell Me That This Isnt The Gayest Shit Youve Ever Seen

you can NOT tell me that this isn’t the gayest shit you’ve ever seen

the parallels ahahahahh

Something about all the belly love we've had on this blog? Maybe Y/N and Barley are cuddling and they readjust to lay on his belly and he feels a little awkward at first but they comfort him. But you can pick if you have any other ideas.

YES

BIG BOY GETS GOOD LOVE

Perfect for Cuddling

“Barleyyyyy,” I whined, standing in the doorway of his bedroom, waiting for him to get off the couch.

“What?” he chuckled, setting his phone aside and giving me his full attention.

“Barleyyyyy,” I whined again, more obnoxiously this time.

“Baby, you have to tell me what you want,” he smiled at me, trying his hardest not to laugh again. “You can’t just whine my name and expect me to know what it is you want, love.”

“I wanna cuddle!” I told him, pulling out the puppy eyes and pout. “I wanna cuddle on your bed!”

Barley immediately stood up, smiling some more as he led me into his room. He laid down on his bed, motioning for me to join him. Of course I gladly did, snuggling up close to him, resting my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

“You’re precious,” he told me, pressing a kiss to my head.

He held me close against him, his hand stroking up and down my arm. His breaths began to slow and he let out a content hum, closing his eyes. I giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before I adjusted myself, resting my head on his soft belly. I could feel Barley tense up, sucking his tummy in just a bit.

“What’s the matter, Bar?” I asked, lifting my head up so I could look him in the eyes.

His cheeks flushed red. “Nothing, I just...” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “I just didn’t expect that you’d want to, um...” he stopped talking entirely, his gaze focused on his stomach.

I noticed where his gaze had fallen. “Lay on your belly?” I asked, attempting to finish his sentence for him.

Barley nodded, his ears and cheeks clearly red-hot. He still seemed tense, and it was clear that he was still sucking in his tummy, almost as if he was trying to hide it. A heavy silence filled the room, and Barley seemed uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, fully sitting up. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“You didn’t!” Barley interrupted. “I promise you didn’t make me uncomfortable! I guess I’m just not used to, uh... geez,” he chuckled nervously, trying to remember where he was going with his sentence. “I’m, uh... I’m just not used to people, I don’t know... liking my belly...”

My expression softened. “Oh, Barley, of course I like your belly,” I said softly, smiling at him as I rested my hands on it. “It’s your body that keeps you alive, and I love you, so of course I love your belly!”

Barley visibly relaxed, letting his gut loose, no longer trying to hide it. “I actually really liked you laying on it...” he confessed, smiling shyly up at me. “It was quite comforting...”

I smiled back at him, pressing a quick kiss to his nose before I laid against his belly once again. I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“You’re perfect for cuddling,” I told him, practically nuzzling into his tummy, which made him laugh a little. “Such a sweet, cuddly boy.”

Barley hugged me tight. “The only downside to you laying on my belly is I can’t kiss you immediately after you say something sweet.”

“Who says?” I giggled, sitting up and pulling Barley into a loving kiss.

I felt him smile against my lips as he held me closer to him, pulling me back on top of him. I started laughing into the kiss, which made us separate.

“Why are you all giggly now?” he asked, a genuine smile stretching from ear-to-ear.

“You just get so affectionate after I compliment you,” I beamed back at him. “It’s cute.”

Barley’s smile grew wider, if that was even possible. “You’re cute.”

I giggled. “Barley Lightfoot, stop being adorable and kiss me again.”

He chuckled. “As you wish, my love.”

having 4 arms is awesome