stoneybun

[stoneybun]

Personally I think I'm shockingly normal for someone who has spent every day on the internet since they were 12

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Happy Pride Month. Collect My Pronouns

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I neeed soft dom!schlatt

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * sit. stay. snuggle. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: you’ve been following schlatt around all day like a kicked puppy. he finally decides to treat you like one. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

﹒₊✦ a/n: a short one for the pouty babies!! the ones who want attention now. the ones who would crawl for it <3

warnings: soft dom!schlatt, subby/pouty reader, light D/s dynamics, puppyplay undertones (no gear), teasing, praise, brat-taming energy, reader listens a little too well

enjoy! (🐶´ ∀ `🐶)

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you’ve been circling him all day.

not in a needy, obnoxious way. no. you’d never do that.

…you’ve just happened to exist very, very near him while he worked. on the floor by his chair while he edited. draped over the couch while he filmed a quick bit. wrapped up in a blanket, dramatically sighing every time he passed by for another cup of coffee.

he noticed. of course he noticed. he gave you little forehead kisses, muttered “sweet girl” under his breath, even scratched gently at your scalp with his free hand while his other clicked away at the mouse.

but it wasn’t enough.

not when his full attention wasn’t on you.

not when the words “just give me a few more minutes, baby” had turned into a few hours in the dim, blue-glow hush of his office.

so by the time the sun’s fully down and his fourth mug is empty, you’re on your hands and knees, curled up at the foot of his desk like a particularly tragic pet store display. your head’s against your arm. you haven’t spoken in twenty minutes. and when he finally closes his laptop with a satisfied little click and looks down—

you’re staring at him like he abandoned you in a kennel.

he tilts his head. “you good?”

you don’t answer. you just blink up at him, wide-eyed, lip slightly puffed out in a pout you are definitely not doing on purpose.

he sighs and leans back in his chair, stretching his arms overhead with a low groan.

then he levels you with a look. “you know,” he says, slow and deliberate, “if you’re gonna act like a kicked puppy all day, i might as well start treating you like one.”

your head pops up. “excuse me?”

he pats his thigh. “c’mere, pup.”

your breath catches. you know he’s joking. probably.

but you also know that look on his face. that half-smile that means “you gonna make me say it again?”

you hesitate, heat blooming in your cheeks. you don't move. not until he raises an eyebrow, just once.

and then, wordlessly, crawl forward on your hands and knees.

he hums, clearly pleased. “that’s a good girl.”

you bite your lip.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, patting his thigh again. “closer.”

you crawl until your knees brush against his shoes. he leans down, cupping your cheek in one warm, calloused hand.

“awfully quiet now,” he murmurs, his voice dropping. “what happened to that little pout? you leave it behind on the way over?”

you shift slightly, still avoiding his gaze.

he tsks. “sit.”

you blink. “what—?”

“sit pretty,” he says, tapping your thighs. “on your knees. hands on your legs. chin up.”

you obey. slowly. the rug presses into your shins, and you feel your whole body flush under his gaze.

he smiles like you just did something impressive. “there she is.”

your stomach flips. there’s no collar. no leash. just his voice. just his hands and the look in his eyes and the soft heat curling in your chest when he murmurs “good girl” like it’s the easiest truth in the world.

“bet this is all you wanted, huh?” he says, brushing his thumb across your lip. “not attention. not even cuddles. just me, looking at you like this. talking to you like this.”

you nod, breath stuttering out of your lungs.

“thought so.”

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, slow and deliberate. his voice dips, quieter now. “been actin’ like a sad little stray all day. trailin’ after me. whining. begging for scraps.”

you inhale sharply, your knees shifting on the rug.

he leans in close, the grin spreading slowly. “should’ve figured… my puppy just really wanted her owner. she just really wanted to follow some orders today, huh?”

your whole body trembles.

“good girl,” he says again, pulling you up into his lap like it’s the easiest thing he’s done all day. “knew you’d come when i called.”

you bury your face into his neck, warm all over, the ache of being ignored replaced with a much sweeter, deeper kind of satisfaction. he strokes your back, slow and steady, like you really are some tired little thing that needed tending to.

the silence stretches long and warm. when he speaks again, it’s half a chuckle against your hair.

“…y’know, if i did get you a collar, i think you’d wear it.”

you groan into his shirt. “shut up.”

he laughs. “we could get it custom...your favorite color?”

“you’re the worst.”

“sit. stay. snuggle,” he recites, already kissing the side of your head. “you’re not foolin’ anyone. you love being told what to do.”

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pass it around

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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Hehe new pfp guys I might have a little obsession with SwaggerSouls rn oopsies

Anyway also recent development the boy I like texted me saying we could hang out and I invited him to my house so uuuhhm currently tweaking tf out

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rb to stare at a mutual like this:

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june 2015

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GUYS he texted me tonight we’re so back but now he hasn’t responded for a little while but it’s okay i’ll take what i can get

How i feel when i havent talked to my crush in nearly a week but i have no clue what to say to him and am too afraid to text him first rn cuz i want him to do it

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They just kept going 💀💀

Some scooby doo stuff right there man

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[x]

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How i feel when i havent talked to my crush in nearly a week but i have no clue what to say to him and am too afraid to text him first rn cuz i want him to do it

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what about the whole chokehold thing ( the recent ted post ) but with schlatt instead 🤭

OHHHH MY GOD YESSSSS, nonnie you have my whole heart rn

warnings: NSFW. dom!Schlatt, choking obvi, breath play, dumbification(??), slight degradation, brief aftercare, barely proofread

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his eyes widened “Holy shit, toots. You serious?” his devious smile was a stark contrast to his shocked eyes.

that was the last thing you remember before now, currently your chest is pressed into the mattress while your boyfriend is pounding into you, his body weight holding you down and his bicep hooked around your neck.

his grip is tight enough to limit the blood flow to your brain and make you all floaty but loose enough for you to breathe (and moan) freely.

“Oh- my- god-!” you moan out in perfect timing with his thrusts. with his weight holding you onto the bed, you were at his mercy. he had complete control over you in this moment. and that’s exactly what you needed.

and his voice in your ear along with the dizzying thrusts and slight lack of oxygen was enough to shut your brain off. you were nothing but a toy for him to use in this moment.

“Fuuuuuck yes, baby.” - “That’s it. Turn your fuckin’ brain off.” - “Don’t like when you can think while I‘m usin’ you.” - “Dumb little doll.”

he had your mind, body and soul in every way imaginable.

he hit a spot inside of you that made you scream. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth went slack, pornographic moans came pouring out of you. without warning you were cumming around his cock and this stalls his movements almost immediately.

“D’you just fuckin’ cum? You just came while I had you in a headlock?! You pathetic little whore.”

he slams back into you, tightening his bicep around your throat. you let out a shocked and slightly panicked noise, but you didn’t want him to stop. you knew what you had to do if you wanted him to stop.

his thrusts somehow got harsher and faster, reaching depths of your cunt that you didn’t even know existed. he was getting close, you could tell because he ran out of depraved things to say and just resorted to moaning in your ear.

you could feel another release bubbling up from your stomach, but it was accompanied by a burning in your lungs. you were actually running out of air this time, but you greedily chased another orgasm over oxygen.

“Cum. Cum if you wanna breathe.” he growled. and that was all you needed. your second orgasm tore its way through you, milking J’s cock in tandem. he came deep inside of you, his whines were the only thing you could focus on.

he loosened his grip and you immediately drew in a large breath. a dopey, fucked-out smile found its way onto your lips as he rolled you onto your side and into the little spoon position.

“How ya doin’? Can you breathe okay, doll?” he gently rubbed your neck and shoulder with one of his hands, soothing the most definitely bruised area. you nod lazily, your brain function still attempting to make its way back. he chuckles and places a kiss onto the side of your head.

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omg i got so carried away with this 🫣

~bunnie

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did I already post about his arms? If not...⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

im just saying I want him 2 choke me with his arms ლ⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠ლ⁠) you'd probably have to hold onto his arms while he fucks you .⁠﹏.

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I know I’ve been like… dead on here but I’m still lurking around !!! I’ve been lowkey trying to use socials a little less and been just kinda working on myself lately after everything and my fuckface ex texted me with some bullshit a few days ago but i snapped at him and finally blocked him on everything so i’m cured at least!! Idk when/if i’ll really get back into writing anything unfortunately at the moment, I haven’t really had much of an urge for it lowkey,,, idk probably will post some doodles here and there tho :3 always feel free to send asks tho i love to be yapping about things!!