Citrus Farms

Biting his lip to contain the moans, his hand speeds up as his pleasure consumes his thoughts. Titling his head back, tongue sticking out, pretending it was the steady stream of your milky tits. His stroke stutters a bit as his hips shift to fuck his head harder. Cum splattering into his fist, some hitting against the shower tile.

He steps into the room, towel hung loosely on his hips, guilt reeking from his body. And the feeling of his cock jumping to life once again when he catches sight of you. You sat on the bed, a pout forming on your face.

You had your white nightgown pulled down enough to release your aching breast. Groaning as you tried to massage what felt like rocks. Lila was fussy tonight and refused to latch on, so now you have to suffer with the pain of her stubbornness.

Clark didn't know if this was a stroke of good luck or the universe punishing him for perving on his wife. "Are you okay, honey?" Voice was filled with concern, no matter how horny he was, he'd always prioritize your comfortability.

Teary eyes look up at him. "My boobs hurt so bad. Lila didn't want to eat, so now I'm stuck with rocks for tits." You plop down onto the bed, scowling at the pain of your breasts flopping down with you.

Clark immediately saw it as a once in a lifetime opportunity. He sat down on the bed beside you, not really caring for his wet body soaking the bed. "I can help you, baby." Fingers soothing the exposed skin.

Peaking up at him, "And how would you do that?"

He felt his cheeks warming at the thought of finally voicing his neediness to you. He doesn't really understand why he's so nervous to be upfront with his kinky wife, who has been down to try almost anything with him. "I'll give them a massage."

"I guess I'll do anything to make the pain go away."

He shifted to hover above you, large hands hesitating to touch the mounds. Rolling your eyes at his unsureness, you grab his hand, making him touch you. A groan tries to escape, but Clark quickly bites his lip to fight it.

Using a C shape with his hands to support the heaviness. Light circular motions starting at the nipple and working toward the outer base of the breast. Ears catch the way you moan from relief. "Ahhh, that feels good," head tilting against the bed with closed eyes.

He felt lightheaded with the way all his blood was flowing downward. Continuing with the massage, he accidentally puts a bit too much pressure on the tender breast, causing little droplets to fall from your nipple. Clark's eyes almost bulged out at the sight of the white liquid falling onto his hand.

Quickly looking up to observe your content filled face, eyes still closed. He swiftly brought his hand up to his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick up the fallen milk. He couldn't help but moan when the warm milk touched his taste buds. He hated himself for this so badly; you trusted him with this vulnerability, and he's just taking advantage of the opportunity.

But the taste of your precious milk was far better than he imagined. He couldn't bear to understand why Lila refused to feed from you sometimes when you tasted this good. Watching more milk fall throughout the massage. He didn't even notice when his body started leaning forward to the sensitive nipples until he was eye level.

Mouth opening to lick up the trailing milk, tongue making sure to collect everything you had to offer. Your eyes shot open at the sudden wetness, looking down to see your droopy eyed husband staring back at you. You knew it was a matter of time before he let his primal instincts take over and take what he needed. Clark was never subtle, and there's no way you couldn't notice the lustful stares he gave when you were breastfeeding or pumping. And there was no way in hell you could ignore the monster growing in his pants when you were suddenly leaking.

Your hand soothed its way into his hand, lightly guiding his head to your nipple. Clark gladly opened his mouth, hand still showing attention to the other breast. Relieved at your acceptance, he harshly suckles the pebble. Moans send vibrations through your body once the steady stream of your sweet milk spills into his mouth.

The towel long gone from its position on his hips, his angry cock hung against his stomach. Not being able to stand up on its own since it was so thick and heavy. "You couldn't imagine the nights I stayed up late jerking off to this exact scenario. " Hips searching for stimulation, finding your soft thigh. Without a thought, he rubbed himself onto the warm skin.

Precum smeared against your skin while his tip nudged your thigh. His free hand came down your body to press your sensitive nub through your panties. Fingers stroking between the sopping folds, thumb rubbing circles on the clit. "Oh god, Clark! Don't stop!" The constant stimulation from his harsh suckling and rubbing produces endless high pitched whines to fall from your lips.

Moving to position himself between your thighs, making sure not to remove his mouth from your tits. Tugging the delicate cotton to the side, his needy cock ruts in between your folds. Squelching sounds are coming from below while you're slick and his pre lubes his cock. Tip rolling on your clit, balls smacking against your bare ass.

Milk drips down his chin because of his open mouthed moans. A tongue flickers promptly, splattering milk across your tit and his face. His cock is careful to not slip into your wet hole when his tip catches it. "Honey, I think I'm going to cum." Whimpers roll off his tongue while his rhythm stutters.

"Do it, baby, make a mess of me." Hand gripping his hair tightly, groaning just when he brings you to your climax. Legs tightening around his hips, pressing his cock flush against your needy cunt. Cock twitching while spurts of thick, creamy white cum paint your cunt.

He softly falls onto your body, making sure not to squish you with his weight. "I love you, honey." He sighs with relief, smiling up at you.

"I love you too, Clarky."

This was wayyyy longer than I intended, legit don't know how that always happens. If you likey feel free to request * wink wink*

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

The voices screeched at him as he tried to shut them out, his jaw clenching hard as he peered at the small imperfection. The heat made him sweat, some strands of his braid-bound hair sticking to his skin.

YOU WOULD GIVE THIS TO HER ??

YOU WOULD DARE TO BRING THIS PLITHE BEFORE HER PERFECT EYES ??

Technoblade grumbled, slamming the hammer down onto the metal with more force than necessary. He cursed under his breath as he wiped some sweat from his forehead with his forearm (which didn’t do much, as it was also sweaty), staring critically down at what he was forging. He was used to perfection; it wasn’t hard for him to achieve when creating weapons. After all, they didn’t call him The Blood God for nothing. But this... this was infuriatingly more complicated.

DON’T JUST STARE AT THE NECKLACE, CONTINUE ! FIX IT !!!

Yeah. Jewelry.

Techno cracked his neck, sighing loudly. It wasn’t even the first piece he made you, technically. He had done bracelets, earrings, anklets, rings, necklaces, hell, he'd even made you a tiara ! But for some reason, this time, the gold didn’t seem to want to take shape. He'd made you necklaces before, so he couldn’t understand why, this time, it wasn’t working out.

DO. SOMETHING. YOU. IDIOT !!!

OH MY GOD, YOU'RE USELESS.

USELESS !! RAISE YOUR ARM AND SLAM THE HAMMER ONTO THE GOLD, YOU BUFFOON !

"Chat, I really don't need this right now." Techno gritted out, a drop of sweat rolling down his throbbing temple.

He grumbled under his breath, putting down his hammer and the gold, glaring at it, as if it would somehow shape it into the correct form.

That’s how you found him. Sweaty, frowning, not moving a muscle as he stared at an unfinished project.

"...Techno ?"

His head snapped towards the sound of your voice, his features softening immediately. 

"My love..."

If Tommy could hear him, he'd gag and call him a simp, he's sure of it.

"Is everything alright ? You seem... frustrated."

"Frustrated ? Pff, no. I was just... thinking."

Your eyebrows raised, unbelieving. Yeah, sure, he'd been glaring at gold because he was thinking. And you were the Blood God, actually. Thinking, your ass.

"... Sure. Alright. I'll leave you to your... thinking, then."

Techno stopped you in your tracks, coming closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Why did you first come in here for, pretty ?"

He was such a sap. You waved your hand, as if shooing away his question.

"Not important. I just remembered I have something to do. I'll come back in a moment."

You pecked his cheek before darting away, leaving a confused Techno behind.

"...Come back ? Why ?"

SHE PECKED OUR CHEEK !!!

SIGH, WE COULD DIE FROM HAPPINESS

SHE LOVES US !! SHE LOVES US !!

Yeah, an headache was definitely forming.

͙⁺˚*･༓☾

True to your word, you came back a little while later. Techno's hammer stopped immediately, staying suspended mid-motion as it’s owner swallowed dryly. He could already see you had put on the jewelry he had crafted for you.

"You've spent so much of your time, making me jewelry-" you started, only to be cut off by Techno.

"I don’t mind." His small blush was adorable, but you were on a mission.

"Hush, let me speak. So, as I was saying, you've made me a lot of jewelry. And I realised I never did put every piece on all at once." You opened your arms, showing off your husband’s hard work. Every piece of jewelry he had ever made you rested on your body (yes, even the tiara).

Techno swallowed dryly once again, his eyes dragging down the length of your body, his gaze heavy. 

"You might have some difficulties with the piece you're working on right now, but you've already succeeded in making me so many beautiful pieces... I wanted to say that I'm proud of your work, and that I know you'll overcome this."

OMG SHE'S BEAUTIFUL !

KISS HER ! KISS HER FEET ! WORSHIP THE GROUND SHE WALKS UPON !

Techno slowly approached you, one of his big hands coming up to thumb at a necklace.

"...You're gorgeous in gold." He whispered, his low voice and sweaty allure making heat pool in your groin.

"Should I just wear gold, then ?" You cheekily asked, grinning up at him. Damn, his pupils were the size of his irises.

"Yes." He blurted out, his ears darkening with his blush. You smirked, chuckling.

"Alright then." Techno blinked as you took a step back, starting to take off your clothes. He wanted you to only wear gold ? Well, who were you to deny your wonderful husband’s wish ?

Technoblade's breath hitched as he caught on to what you were doing, his eyes darting all over your body, not knowing where to rest. You stood there, the heat of the forge keeping you warm even with no clothes on, the light from the fire glinting across the gold of your jewelry, and making your skin glow.

“You…” Techno choked out, his breaths coming out in small puffs. The voices screeched in his head, becoming mangled together and making it impossible to discern whatever they were saying.

You watched amusedly as your husband froze, before he jerked forward, falling to his knees in front of you.

“Gorgeous… ethereal…” He whispered, as if in a trance, as you passed a hand over his hair, admiring the way he shivered as you thumbed one of his ears.

“See, my love ? I wear the jewelry you made me. It’s proof of your talent and hard work.” He looked up at you as if already drunk on your body, his big hands coming to rest on your hips as he nuzzled at your belly.

“…My goddess…” He mumbled into your skin, making you snort. Here you were, trying to boost his confidence in his skill, and he was fixated on you. Not that you were complaining, though.

Your breath hitched as one of his hands moved to caress your thigh, before picking it up gently and placing it across his shoulder.

“Let me worship you, please…” You exhaled softly, nodding your head as you carded your fingers through his hair, slightly messing up his braid.

He hummed at your permission and placed a kiss over your inner thigh, before placing another one, and another one. He took his time, his tusks rubbing softly against your soft skin. You sighed pleasurably, looking down at your husband lovingly.

Techno’s kisses to your thighs turned wetter and wetter, until he was licking at your skin. You gasped as he made his way with his tongue to your pussy, moaning softly as he licked a broad stripe from your slit to your clit.

“S-shit, Techno…” You hummed as he nosed at your twitching bundle of nerves, his tongue greedily starting to lap up your arousal before entering you, making you twitch. Your leg holding you up wobbled slightly as the wet sounds of your husband enthusiastically eating you out filled the forge, making Techno bring a big hand to the small of your back, his muscled arm flexing as he steadied you.

“Hmm…” Your husband’s voice rasped against your cunt, making you shiver as the vibrations hit your clit. With the hand steadying you, he encouraged you to move your hips into his mouth, which you didn’t hesitate to do, rolling them forward to drag your drooling pussy into his mouth and onto his strong nose.

Techno looked up at you, adoring and absolutely obsessed with your taste, slurping up your arousal as if it was the nectar of Gods, as if it were ambrosia. The Blood God on his knees for his Goddess, relishing in another liquid than blood.

You moaned as your hips rolled over and over into his eager mouth, your sensitive bundle of nerves swiping across the bridge of your husband’s strong nose, his tusks rubbing deliciously against the skin of your inner thighs.

“F-fuck, Techno… I’m going to…” You breathily whispered, moans rising from your throat like an answer to his worship as he redoubled his efforts, his tongue wildly laving and entering your cunt. He panted as he took the hand holding your thigh and raised it to your cunt, sliding two of his thick fingers through your slick and pushing them in slowly, tearing a mewl from your throat as you clenched around them.

“Fuck, Techno !” You whimpered as you came, clenching hard against his pumping fingers as he hummed against your clit, slowing down gradually as you rode out your orgasm.

“S-shit…” You panted, looking down at Technoblade as you softened your hold on his hair, the only thing holding you up his strong arms. He nuzzled against your inner thigh, a thoroughly satisfied expression on his face. You couldn’t help but clench at the sight, his heaving chest, messy hair and sweaty upper body making his chest and strong arms glisten.

“Come here.” You took your thigh off his shoulder and tugged him upwards so you could kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as you deepened the kiss. Your husband groaned into the kiss, his hands coming to wrap around your waist, tugging you closer. You hummed as your tongues tangled together, huffing in delight as you felt his tail lazily coming to grip your thigh, squishing it.

You broke the kiss to take a deep breath, a string of saliva connecting the both of you as your husband chased after your lips. You chuckled, caressing his jaw with one hand, as he once again admired your naked body adorned with gold jewelry.

“One day, you’re going to kill me.” He whispered, to which you snorted, gently breaking out of his hold and taking his calloused hand in yours to tug him to an unused bench. You sat up on it, leaning down backwards on your elbows, amusedly looking as your husband devoured you with his gaze. Teasingly, you opened your legs, watching as his breath hitched and the tent in his pants twitched.

Techno observed as the warm light from the forge caressed your body and your golden jewelry, his mind short-circuiting again from how much the sight affected him.

“My love…” He swallowed dryly, taking one unconscious step closer, then another. You hummed, tilting your head as his gaze jumped from your breasts to your cunt and then to your eyes, then back again to your breasts.

“Come closer, love.” You softly whispered, tugging him with your legs when he was close enough, making him choke on his spit. His hands fell on each side of your shoulders and he exhaled loudly.

“Darling-”

“I want you to fuck me, Techno.” You cut him off, your words making him close his eyes and clench his jaw as he was restraining himself.

“…Yeah. I can do that.” He whispered, sliding down his pants and underwear to let his thick cock spring out, bobbing under its own weight. He exhaled shakily as he stepped closer, the mushroomy crown of his tip parting your pussy lips as he leaned down to kiss you. His eyes rolled backwards before he closed them as he slowly pushed inside, a soft, breathy whimper escaping him. You moaned at the sight and the sensation of his cock once again carving its way inside your pussy.

He bottomed out with a moan, his eyes opening, staying lidded, as he looked down at you. You writhed slightly underneath him, feeling full, just like you always did when he entered you.

“Techno, fuck-” You moaned, your cunt quivering around his cock, making him curse under his breath, his hips twitching forward.

“Mhn, my love…” He gasped out, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in, again, and again, and again. He built up a rhythm, accompanied by your moans and praises, as well as his groans and whimpers. His braid tumbled down, making him huff as he shook his head to put it back at his back. You hummed as you wrapped it around a fist, tugging it gently and making Technoblade moan loudly, his hips stuttering in their rhythm before they redoubled their efforts. He leaned down to hungrily kiss you, his hips smacking against your as his heavy balls met your ass. You mewled as his chest pressed against your breasts, the change in position making him reach even deeper than before and making the crown of his dick kiss your cervix.

“Fuck- please-” You choked out, a whine escaping your throat as he upped his rhythm, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. He panted and groaned, one hand reaching down to toy with your clit expertly as sweat beaded at his clavicle.

“Go on, love… let me feel you..” He breathily said, his hips stuttering. He moaned as loud as you did as you came, hissing as he felt your cunt strangle his cock.

“Fuck- fuck !” He whimpered as he slammed once, twice, inside of you before bottoming out, moaning loudly as his balls twitched against your ass, filling you up with his massive load of cum.

You both panted as you came down from your highs, pressing your foreheads together. Techno could vaguely hear the voices screaming in delight, but in moments like these, it was easy to pay them no mind. He hummed as you carded your fingers through the hair that had escaped his braid, pushing it back.

“Well, that was amazing.” You grinned, making him blush and clear his throat. He pulled out, making you wince, his cum starting to flow out of you. He mumbled apologies accompanied by sweet kisses to your hair, before he quickly went to take a clean rag, coming back to gently clean you up. You hummed in delight as he pressed kisses to your skin, reverent.

“Are you thirsty ? I have water around here, somewhere.” His voice was soft, making you smile.

“Water would be good, yes.” He brought you that and watched you lovingly as you drank, a small smile making his lips quirk upwards. He then perked up, making you glance questioningly at him.

“I think I know what to do for that piece of jewelry.” You snorted as he pulled his pants back up and excitedly went back to his forge.

“Glad I could be of help.” You called out, amused, making him grin sheepishly.

Techno, who rubs your back when you become emotional due to your hormones, even if he doesn't understand why you're crying over an insect (he's even more confused when you explain you're feeling maternal towards it because it's all alone)

Techno, who washes out the blood from your bedsheets if you ever bleed through, doing it before you even wake so you don't realise you did bleed through

Techno, who insists on taking you to the nether at least once, because apparently, the heat is good for your body

Techno, who always makes sure you're stocked up on everything you need, always (from your favourite foods, to menstrual products and potions to help with the pain as well as herbs)

Techno, who presses himself against your back and mumbles stories into your hair to distract you from your pain as your chin rest against your knees

Techno, who’s The Blood God, and will eat you out if you give him the permission

Techno, who satiates his blood hunger this way

Techno, who doesn’t find it disgusting, but incredibly intimate and erotic

(The Voices, who scream that you are “feeding” him an infinitely divine part of yourself)

Techno, who sees your period as a sign of devine femininity and gets the urge to get on his knees and worship you everytime it happens

Techno, who presses a hand delicately over your lower abdomen as he eats you out, the back of his mind fixated on you blessing him with a part of yourself

Techno, who's ravenous, and would spend everyday licking your cunt if you allowed it

Techno, who gets drunk off of your "usual" taste of arousal and of your blood

Techno, who looks up at you dazedly after you've cum, blood around his mouth and some on his tusks, his face red with heated arousal

But he wasn’t that ‘top of the class, teachers pet’ kind of nerd. He was smarter than he’d give himself credit though, he just didn’t care about academic validation. He was a nerd when music came up, obviously. He liked to explain every little detail to you, history behind the bands, best instruments and who played with them.

He was also a nerd in DnD, teaching you for the 100th time the rules and how he prepared the campaigns he put on so much work. Not only DnD but other board games, movies, books, cars even. He was the best kind of nerd, he didn’t mock you for not knowing, he wanted you to understand, to enter his world and get as excited as he got about the things that matter so much to him.

He captivated you even if you didn’t understand. It was hypnotizing to watch him get riled up about something he loved so much. But sometimes that got in the way of things. You’d stare too long without blinking, thinking “how come you’re even hotter now? keep talking…”

That was the case for a casual evening, he invited you to his place to spend the night. You didn’t think anything would happen, just wanting to spend some quality time with your boyfriend. But then Eddie started to explain the book he was reading and how some details were very much alike the campaign he put up a month ago.

“I’m telling you, even the wizard had the same looks as mine. I imagined him in a dream once, that’s where the idea came from. But he’s narrated just like i pictured my wizard” He was excited as he sat in front of you, showing you the notebook with all the details of last campaign. “But I don’t care, the book is really good so far. Not better than Lord of the Rings though, that’s probably something that will never happen…”

He didn’t even realize he was talking nonstop and you didn’t say a word. Not interrupting him once, mesmerized by his charming smile, his pretty eyes the same color of his hair. His perfume was intoxicating and called for you. You were so hot for him and, before you could stop yourself, you were straddling his lap, running your fingers through his hair. He stopped, smiling nervously, not realizing what was happening yet.

“W-What are you doing?” He shivered when you caressed his back and freed the path to his neck.

“Don’t stop.” You murmured, leaning towards his neck and kissing him slowly. “Keep talking Eds…”

So he did. Stuttering every now and then but kept talking about the characters that inspired him. You were getting more excited with every word, grinding on him. He realized what was happening and guided your hips, encouraging you to keep moving, growing hard on his tight jeans.

“Fuck… I don’t think I understand what’s got you turned on, but god I’m loving it!” He was rooting upwards meeting your own grinding. The friction was so good you let out a moan.

“Take your pants off. I need you” You gave him space while you worked on your own pants. “Why did you stop? Keep talking!” You encouraged him.

You got on his lap again and you didn’t waist another second and bottom out. You were so wet, it slipped easily without any trouble. Eddie could barely concentrate anymore, just talking rubbish about DnD while you bounced on his dick. Your moans made his head spin.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck” He said with every bounce, looking at the way your bodies connected. You squeezed him tight, probably getting tired of bouncing so fast, and he lost his shit, dropping his head on the pillow. He concentrated not to come just yet but it felt so good, so he continued to talk about an elf that was just like you. “Her hair was just like yours and- and she was pretty good w-with the arrow and bow. I always pictured her as you… Jesus-”

The picture before your eyes was hypnotizing. His eyes were shut, his hair forming a halo around his head. You leaned on his chest, changing the position to improve your movements so you could move better. You placed your hand on his chest while your hips moved fast again and god, he was so deep inside you. He opened his eyes to see the change and he rolled them to the back of his head. You leaned even closer if that was possible and now, inches from his face, feeling his hot breath against your lips, you replied.

“Really? And did you picture her like this?” You felt his hands, both squeezing your ass and guiding you the way he wanted. You moaned again as he hits the right spot over and over.

“… Now I will.” He replied and smirked. You looked into his eyes and they were filled with desire and lust. He couldn’t think of anything else now, just how good and tight you were wrapping your pussy around his dick. “I’m so fucking close, I’m sorry sweetheart, but you feel so good!” He moaned your name, cursing on how good he felt. You were close to, one slip away from pure bliss.

“Then come for me, Eddie. Please, I need you so bad.” You kissed his lips fervently, your words were it for him and he came, grabbing you and keeping you in place as he rooted up on you, releasing himself. You couldn’t take it anymore, his deep grunts, his strong arms wrapping around your body, his perfume, everything messing up with your head. You came right after, squeezing him again and again.

You both stayed in place for a moment, absorbing all that happened. You move and lay down beside him, still panting. Eddie, also breathing heavily, looked at you in awe.

“I don’t think that ever happened…” He said barely above a whisper, afraid to let go of that moment.

“What?” You said in the same tone “Me being on top? Because I have.”

“No… You being this… needy.” He muttered, not sure of what to say or think. You messed with his head in just a few minutes. Maybe it was that sex sent in the air.

“What can i say?” Leaning on his chest, you looked at him. “I love when you nerd out…” And you gave him a deep and passionate kiss. He never thought being a nerd could be a quality, he always thought otherwise, but now he changed his mind.