#x stoner!reader

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boob guy tit man… BELLY LOVERS

(feat. parker, mel, samira, trinity, baran, emery, dana, joy, heather, cassie, lowkey perlah+princess, and andrew cody at the end lol)

parker ellis who dreams of your happy trail… almost as often as she stares at it. with your permission, she plays with the hair, stroking up and down slowly. intermittently squeezing you with love…

mel king is very normal, very casual about your belly. she peeks as it rests above your buttoned jeans, or spills out when you unbutton your pants for lunch. will be the first of the bunch to straight up ask if she can lick your happy trail. to satiate scientific curiosity of course! just so she can get it off her mind and into action, those will be her actual words. if you manage not to pass out? you’re strong.

samira is very lowkey, won’t reveal she’s particularly aware of any body part of yours, but recognizes a sweet warmth spreads through her body when you hug and your bellies touch.

trinity would be the most self-contained about her fixation, but likely the most invested. she loves your stomach ; at the beach, in your apartment when your big t shirts roll up; best of all when you wear your big sweaters and lift your cute arms, letting the plush fiber ride up to reveal the shape of you… self sooths by rubbing her own belly at night and pretends it’s yours. you find out about this? and offer yourself up for sleepovers whenever she wants 🥲 has very conflicting feelings seeing you, back rested against baran’s chest as the older woman cups the base of your belly. but that’s okay because trinity will be resting her head on your belly and making fun of your digestive sounds with a giddy smile on her face soon. as soon as she can admit her feelings. baran plays with her hair and pulls if she worries your feelings might get hurt but it’s all in good fun.

speaking of baran, she’s the most feral about your stomach. insists on biting your muffin top. sometimes, when you cuddle, she’s halfway down the bed so she can be nuzzling into your stomach. loving the feeling of your skin. will ask to leave hickies where ever permitted and will pout if your stomach is off limits. it’s one of her favorite places on your body aside from your everything.

emery walsh, dana evans, and joy kown would convince you to come to them for belly rubs. legit belly rubs, the practice can help digestion… this is their reasoning for you… but really they just like to rub your belly. and of course skin on skin contact with lotion achieves the best results, if they can get you that vulnerable… bonus points if they tease you by calling you a good boy or girl or whatever, i reiterate dana would call you silly rabbit.

heather my love, you’re the one worshiping her tbh. she’s sheepish and loves every part of you obviously, but she’s usually brushing a finger or three, here and there, if she can reach while you crowd into her space. every touch of hers makes you shiver, desire for a sense control long abandoned when you’re in her orbit.

cassie, oh cassie. do i even need to speak on this? if it weren’t for harrison, she’d die for your tummy, no question. luckily, her love for you and her son doesn’t conflict but rather compliments. you help model positive self talk when visiting during his time with his mom, then help her regulate when he’s over at his dad’s house. you help her regulate : when she comes home, she falls to her knees, leans her center of gravity to be upheld by you, rests her head into your belly, arms loop around the tops of your thighs, fingers brush the seam of your ass cheeks… your belly is her favorite place to nap. envision the sleepy mumbles as she takes a midday nap on the sun, eyes closed and head rested on your bare belly. will squeeze your chest in her sleep though.

you are the unicorn and perlah and princess’ arms are the fence. double sided three way hug. you are in the middle of princess sandwich. this is official.

brooo if you’re ticklish it’s over, cause they’ll all find a way to touch your belly without bugging you but it’s bonus points for them to hear you laugh and giggle and unravel for each lady.

man below

and

andrew cody who stares at you from inside while you lounge by the pool. loves your rolls. especially when you lean forward, as your belly rounds out even more... this man’s brain is so overloaded with longing but his body is frozen, eyes train on you for who knows how long. bonus points if you’re one of derran’s few queer friends and a total stoner and just assume pope is autistic so you’re just normal and nice to him and he’s beyond down bad he’s like deep down depraved level… with love…

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baran crushing on the streamer her son watches.

she seems the type of mom to look into what her son watches before letting it roll. so when she’s hearing about this “super cool gamer named r with lots of good lessons and silly bits,” she’s so skeptical at first like, bewaring manosphere indoctrination, especially with her sweet young boy, but come to find… you.

cushy streamer that can kind of do whatever they want. notorious for hollow knight silk song game play. baran comes to learn your “lessons” are things like accepting defeat with a kermit smile, deep breath, and reminder of “we learned something this round” despite letting out a shriek at the killing blow a moment ago. “tenacity is the most important ingredient,” “don’t talk down to your opponents, you loose focus on leveling up”

videos a healthy mix of cozily lit indoor game time, little escapades in the sun (or rain as she learns), and messy diy or craft projects for your home. baran considers the swaths of media available to her son and concedes while you’re definitely monstrously stoned most of the time, the way you speak about yourself and others especially through moments of intense emotion could be a decent model for her son.

plus, she wants to encourage his increased smoothness in gn pronoun useage that seemed to arise in his vocabulary around the time. if she already happened to think your mannerisms and appearance are cute? that’s an added bonus.

all this to say

overtime hearing your voice floating through the shared space starts registering on another level above awareness.

part of her mind liked to entertain the idea of you there with them, playing with her son in the other room and soon to be entertaining her in the evening after his bedtime. she thinks of how soft your hair looks, wants to gently pinch pieces and rub her fingers together just to feel you.

when her baby is with his father, she gets along well. of course, there are things she wants and craves. it’s not even from a place of avoiding loneliness while home alone, but rather wanting to indulge in the joy of listening to your voice. suddenly, your videos are playing dang near all the time in her household.

you have your videos labeled in doubles, sometimes triples, for differing levels of explicitness. her son watches the “for the little lads” videos but she discovers your “pirates mouth” videos, aptly named. though the same pieces of videos are used, in the more explicit version you’re caught in moments in more moments of panic and silly, namely in your little songs, swears pouring out of your mouth.

morning noon and night and to and from work like any time anywhere she’s listening.

one day she drops her purse and is clearly already stressed. someone starts helping her. she recognizes the hands.

looking up to see you’ve slipped off your headphones, wearing a kind small smile saying “it happens. so far nothing i’ve found is broken, does this look like everything?” and she’s just looking at you jaw hung open, big brown eyes blown wide with emotion.

she catches herself staring and rushes to answer like a normal person, failing with a slipped, “thank you azizam” and you knowing a little farsi are internally like omg hot lady calling me kind names and she looks like she needs a hug? she failed up there.

you’re immediately enchanted. she’s convinced she just revealed her parasocial situation ship with you.

it’ll be cute anyways