Mae Von Stein

I’ve missed you - Colby

Oh, puppy! I’ve missed you, too. I’m sorry I had to head home for a while. But I am back, my love. ❤️

I’m just glad your back. I miss your pets and kisses, my love.

#heckin good boy ;; (colby rigby)

Well, then, why don’t you come over and get some? 🥰😘😘

I’ve missed you - Colby

Oh, puppy! I’ve missed you, too. I’m sorry I had to head home for a while. But I am back, my love. ❤️

#heckin good boy ;; (colby rigby)

pennywise-the-eater-of-worlds

F U C K ! Can you spot the two naughty "fu©ks"? 😏

Looks like someone has a potty mouth, huh? 😘 @mickeys-shell-shop

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@maevonstein Don’t act like you don’t like it, Sunshine 😉😏

Oh, I would never! 💋

#mickeys shell shop

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“Ah, so. Let me get this straight. I get picked up into the air out of nowhere, get my ass slapped raw, and then my ‘reward’ is getting you off?

“Hm. You know, somehow I’m not sure that’s actually good enough incentive. I think I’ll have to pass.”

#grease and tattoos ;; (axel cluney)#SAPPY BABIES!!!

Mae felt his tears on her face, felt them mix with her own that unwittwdlt fell from closed lids. Her nails dug into Axel’s back, leaving pink half-moons in their wake. Never let go. Never, ever let go. The increased pace in his thrusts has her shaking, mewling in a flood of emotion.

“Zig,” she sobbed, nuzzling her face into his neck to hide her ugly-cry face. “Feels... Oh, God, don’t stop, baby...!” Don’t stop moving, don’t stop loving me. Don’t stop being mine. She felt dizzy, somehow outside of herself and intensely present. “I love you,” she exhaled, and those words programmed themselves in her tongue as her only utterances. “I love you, love you, love you...” And if you keep this up, you’re gonna make me cum all over that perfect cock! Fuck!

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F U C K ! Can you spot the two naughty "fu©ks"? 😏

Looks like someone has a potty mouth, huh? 😘 @mickeys-shell-shop

@i-spit-acidic-vomit

(Continued from here)

“Ah, so. Let me get this straight. I get picked up into the air out of nowhere, get my ass slapped raw, and then my ‘reward’ is getting you off?

“Hm. You know, somehow I’m not sure that’s actually good enough incentive. I think I’ll have to pass.”

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His chest felt tight, and he realised he wasn’t breathing. His voice cracked as he breathed and finally spoke. “R…really?”

Her hands let go of him, opened the cuffs with a couple of clicks, pulled him up into a sitting position with his cock still inside her, still hard (out of pure shock, he thought later) and his balls beginning to ache already from the sudden dump of energy.

There was no time to repeat himself, have her repeat herself back to him. He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. He could smell her skin, feel her soft hair brushing against his shoulder, head her breath grow ragged every time they broke apart for air. “I love you, Mae…” he managed to sputter before their mouths covered each other again. His balls sent a flare of dull pain through his groin; in response, he lay back with Mae flush against him, rolling them over so that she lay beneath him, head on the pillows where he’d been trapped just a few seconds ago, in another life. His hand cupped her jaw. He adjusted himself so he lay between her legs, just teasing her entrance with his slick cock, her legs hooked over his hips, and there he waited.

@maevonstein

Mae nodded, laughed in borderline disbelief. “Yes. Of course I do.” And then he was kissing her, holding her close, and her body set itself alight.

The weight of him, especially once he turned the both of them so he was above her, felt almost comforting. No, it felt like home and she couldn’t help but reach up and cradle his face in her hands. “I love you, Ziggy.” She could finally speak, even though the tease of his cock head at her slit made her toes curl. “I love you, so much. Always will.” She wanted to say ‘always have’, but that wasn’t entirely true. Her love for him grew slowly, only realized itself perhaps within the last three. But still, she’d held to that feeling in silence, waited. She would have waited until the sun burnt out if it meant he’d eventually be ready. And now, here they were, the living realization of her most deep-set dream.

But now her core was beginning to ache, clench around nothing in the absence of the fullness Axel provided. Hazel eyes met his green ones, soft and wanting. She almost felt… small, and her next question came out in a wobbling coo. “… Make love to me?”

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He felt his fingers tremble as they cupped her cheek. A warm plunging feeling went through his stomach. He was suddenly dizzy. It was alright…everything was okay! She didn’t stop, or get shocked, or angry, or upset. She…she loved him.

She loved him too.

“….” His lips parted, air left his lungs, but no words came. Make love to me…

Her words repeated in his empty head. Just keep your dumb mouth shut for once in your life, his mind hissed, before you screw this up.

So without a word, he simply pushed into Mae’s entrance, slowly, feeling the stretch and the softness, coming to rest inside her up to his hilt. We fit.

He was about to say that, but stopped himself. He couldn’t speak in that moment, anything he said would be wrong, would break this spell somehow. Instead, he pressed his lips shut against hers, opened them and tasted her. He gave one long single thrust, shifting his lips to her neck, her throat. With another thrust he fastened his mouth to one nipple, her breast cupped in his oversized hand.

Mae…oh fuck… He thought his reactions to her warmth as he thrust into her again and again. She seemed to be holding him extra tight, inside and out, not letting him go. He moaned into her breast, nuzzling it’s softness. “Mmm…dont…don’t let me go…”

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#grease and tattoos ;; (axel cluney)#SOBBBB

Mae’s inhale shook, the sheer intensity in Axel’s face rendering her suddenly mute. And then he kissed her, and it didn’t matter. Words didn’t, nothing did, apart from him and them and the feeling of him gently stretching her open. You are everything, my everything.

It felt like a puzzle piece locking into place, and Mae’s body curled around him to cement it. Moans fell from her lips, her inner walls gripping every curve of his cock (piercings included) like a vice. Just the thought of him not here, loving her, with her, absolutely tore her heart apart. And despite the near mind-numbing levels of pleasure he provided, her heart nearly shattered as he pleaded for her to stay, for always. “Not going anywhere, Ziggy,” she whimpered, her next moan making tears prick in her eyes. “Not, a-ah, not letting you go. Not ever, ever...!” Her hips tilted up, pulling him impossibly deeper inside of her, her back arching into his lips and touch. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.

((It has been... a hot minute. But I am around again, so hello!))

#Out of Paint ;; (OOC)

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🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast

Henry flipped over a pancake in the pan to let it cook before transferring it to a covered plate to keep warm, sliding a pat of butter on it after putting another scoop of batter onto the pan. He quickly cooked some eggs and bacon in another pan, putting it all together on two plates on a tray with Mae’s drink and heading over to the bed to set it down. “G’mornin, Love.”

Mae wiped the sleep from her eyes and stretched. As the bedsheets slipped, they revealed the oversized flannel — Henry’s — she’d worn to bed. “Morning...” she mumbled, cracking her eyes open to see her setup. “Oh, my goodness. What’s all this?” Another readjustment, the flash of a smile up at her betrothed. “You’ve been busy this morning, huh?”

“I have,” Henry said as he smiled down to Mae, “I figured you needed a good breakfast for today... you’re lookin at wedding dresses. You’ve been stressing out about it recently and I just wanted to remind you that I’m still gonna be at the end of that aisle ready to say ‘I do’ in whatever you wear.”

#southern gentleman/baby boy ;; (henry pearl)

Well, cue the emotional, sleepy tears. “You are... the absolutely most perfect man,” she warbled, reaching up for his face to kiss his lips. “I love you. More than anything. And I know that you’ll be there even if I turn into a bowling ball, but... I still want to look... Bridal, you know? I want to feel beautiful for me, and for you.”

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🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast

#((will tag when off mobile))

Do you honestly love the poetry that has been inspired by you? 🍑

Yes. ❤️🖤❤️

#I love you so much.#southern gentleman/baby boy ;; (henry pearl)

(For yes or no): do you think you’ll cry at our wedding? And do you think Sunshine should have a sibling?

Yes, and yes. 🍑

#southern gentleman/baby boy ;; (henry pearl)

Oh, good, because I will, too.

And good, because there’s a black cat that’s a stray near the apartment. 🥺

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The 'yes or no' game.

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You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

#!!!

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Sorry but I’m in a MOOD ™️ and I want Mickey or Henry to R A W me in the back of my car. :/

I assumed you meant henry pearl but if you meant deaver I CAN GO THERE TOO-

God. Go with me for a second.

Both. Why not both. On the one hand, you've got Mickey hitting it from behind, eager grip on your hips rough enough to blossom bruises, the throbbing between your legs a mixture of Mickey's cockhead slamming against you and the pleasure that turns you into putty from it. His foot is planted firmly to the seats of your car, causing a rocking sway against the squeaking shock absorbers. He sounds absolutely gorgeous, little gasps and whimpers slipping past pouty lips. He's rough, uncoordinated, and yet still more than enough to effectively render you a drooling, babbling mush. Your clit pulsates in tandem with his thrusts, making little, forced noises bubble from you. Slick from your heavy arousal slides down your quvering thighs, making you feel so delightfully filthy.

On the other hand, you've got Henry, palming himself through his boxers. He's still so shy around you, especially with the playfull puppy Mickey, and it's so endearing to you, your heart flitters around as your stomach flips. One of hs knees is bent and perched on the seat, his manhood a mere few inhes from your face. You can practically taste him, his addicting taste and his wanton moans from prior sessions ring around your head like the faint call of an angel.

Teasingly, You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips gently, tongue bobbing with each force of Mickey's hips. Henry's breath hitches before slowly easing his breifs down his thick thighs, and as his girthy manhood taunts you, you let him take his time, knowing better than to rush and force your mouth around him.

"Come on Henry," Mickey pants, gathering a fistful of your ass in his hands, using the muscle as a form of reigns on your hips. "Wanna see you... fuck, wanna watch our girl make you feel good." His cock twitches inside of you, and when you shut your eyes to fight a whimper from the delicious foreign feeling, the fly back open immediately to Henry, tapping the head of his dick on your expecting lips.

"Patience, Mickey" Henry purrs, the salty taste of precum on your lips making you mewl. "Just looks so pretty getting all this attention... could look at it for hours." He smirks playfully, "Come on then Mickey, we gotta make our kitten purr."

"With pleasure," Mickey croons, using both of his massive hands to smack your ass.

#pleasepleasepleasepleaaasssseee

Oh, God... 🤤

Right here. 😘

You know I always need you. I want you right here, right now. You’re my special girl.

Reaching down, he touches between her legs. Feeling how drenched she is, he can’t help but smirk against her collar bone. Scooping up some of their mixture, he brings it to his lips, gazing straight into her eyes. Normally, he would never dream of anything like this, but being with her now makes him feel so sexy, so daring. Gripping onto her hair, he crashes their lips together again, giving her a fiery kiss.

Pulling back, he can’t help but blush. “Sorry, was that weird? I got kind of carried away.” Even during his heat, he still doubts himself.

Mae’s pupils are dilated to almost consuming her hazel irises. “Weird? Oh, darling, that was…” She sighs with arousal, kisses him again, nipping at his lower lip as she pulls away. “That was incredibly hot. Don’t you dare apologize for stepping out of your comfort zone to do something you crave. I promise I’ll love it, and love you.” She gently scratches behind his ear before letting her lips trail down his jaw to his neck. “And I do love it, and you, very, very much.”

“Oh Mae, I love you. My stars, I love you.” Pulling her closer to him, he rocks against her, hungry for her again. Leaning over, he kisses her chest, swirlingnhis tongue around her hardening nipple. “I love you.”

Slidding into her slowly, he lets out a shaky breath. Being face to face with her, Mae’s beautiful body in his, was enough to make him explode right there. Slowly, he begins thrusting into her, letting her feel his every movment. “I love you.”

Mae gasps, the tenderness of it all trailing goosebumps all the way up her arms. Her head lulls back, showing off her new mark in its stretched entirety; her new, favorite, organic tattoo. And despite already going two rounds, she’s not dried up, far from it. It feels like every session has her growing hungrier yet more satisfied all at once. “I love you,” she repeats, her hips rocking in time with his as they, truly, make love in their little cocoon of absolute adulation. Her arms loop around his shoulders, pulling him close, and she kisses him. The world warms around their bodies, a glow like firelight in a golden room. It’s euphoria, this connection, the feeling of her soul all at once solidifying its wholeness. It’s love. Unabashed. Uninhibited. Real and corporeal and yet ethereal all at once. And, God, if it didn’t set every single nerve ending in her body aflame.

In the back of his mind, he didn’t know he had it in him. The dull, half virgin was now the love machine. With Mae, he gives into his urges, not wanting to hide anymore. Gripping her bum, he rocks her against him, his nose nuzzling against her. Tracing up her nose, he whimpers softly, lost in her. She’s so perfect, and she’s all his. Kissing her bond mark again and again, he feels a wonderous exhaustion set in, but he won’t stop. He knows she won’t get pregnant, but his instict can’t stop until she’s filled with his seed. “I love you. I love you.” He whispers, his body shaking.