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guys this is my first time writing like actual smut so bear with me now

Your eyes locked with his as you lowered yourself between his legs, positioning his thighs over your shoulders with a gentleness that belied the look of absolute hunger in your eyes. You could feel every twitch, tremor, and shiver that ran through him as your breath puffed against that sacred spot.

And then you started.

It was like a starving man having his first meal in months. You were absolutely ravenous, groaning at his delicious taste. He was salty, bitter, and sweet all at once. It made your head spin as your nails dug deep into the skin of his thighs. 

He jerked his hips up, all the wind being ripped from his lungs. His vision filled with stars, throwing his head back against the pillow with ecstasy while arching into you with an urgency that he had never felt in his entire digital existence. 

“Ough-! Player! Oh god, it’s so much! Don’t stop!” He all but whimpered out, tears already pricking his eyes. He was so sensitive, so new to all of this. He could already feel a warmth pooling in his belly. “I’m gonna-! Oh Player I’m gonna-!”

His thighs squeezed around your head as he came, back tensing into an arch while his eyes rolled back into his head. He couldn’t muster up a single thought as his entire world narrowed down to the feeling of your tongue on his clit, driving him mad.

You pulled away, wiping your mouth

“Oh we’re not done,” You grin, spreading his glistening folds before slowly sinking two digits into his throbbing cunt. The velvety walls gripped you tight as you began to thrust into him.

His mind went blank as he felt you stretch him, pistoning your fingers in and out over and over again, hitting that spongy spot inside him as his legs trembled. His mouth fell open, pupils dilating and nearly swallowing the entirety of his dark brown iris. His hands flew to your hair, gripping your locks while he bucked his hips into you. All coherent words that he tried to say failed to pass through his lips, becoming garbled whines and moans. His mind was delightfully blank as you focused on your mouth and fingers, playing him like a finely tuned instrument. 

He could feel himself on the brink again, clenching tight around you, twitching and jolting his hips this way and that, like a fox caught in a snare. He began to cry. Not from pain or discomfort, no. From the sheer unadulterated pleasure of it all. A broken sob escapes him, thighs clutching around your face.

“Player! Please! I’m close! Please!” He begged, shutting his eyes, gasping through panting breaths.

“Cum for me, Posty” You muttered against his clit, vibrations going straight up his spine. His vision flashed white, a loud howl of ecstasy left his strained throat as his whole world tilted on its axis. He felt like his code was being rewritten in real time, changing his whole existence to something greater. Something worth loving.

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GARDENING FIC ALERT OH MY GOD

Requested by - @plushieblushybakery

Sorry this is lowkey buns and it took so long sorry fam

You plunged the trowel into the cool dirt with a small grunt, lifting it up and uprooting the weeds that had claimed the soil beneath you. Postman stood beside you, eyes wide with an almost childlike wonder. You reached your hand out to him, not looking up from the upturned earth while panting as sweat dripped down your face. Gardening was always something you enjoyed doing, being able to create something and know you did that with your own two hands. To make something beautiful to show off to the world.

“Pass me the hyacinth seeds please.” You said with a satisfied sigh, assessing your work, even if it was only a couple of rows of upturned dirt.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah! Here you go!” Postman exclaimed, pulling the seeds out of his pocket. He adjusted his newly adorned overalls and sun hat with a sheepish smile.

You tore the packet open, reaching in and planting one into the soil. Postman on the other hand, was gazing at you, flush covering his cheeks as his heart pounded. He couldn’t believe he had gotten this lucky with someone as beautiful and kind as you. You had breathed life back into his programming. You made his existence not only bearable but enjoyable. 

He wasn’t even being useful right now. He had no idea what one even DID while gardening. But that didn’t matter anymore. Not with you. Because if he was with you, he didn’t have to be useful or important. He just had to be himself.

He slowly got to his knees, wiping away the sweat on your brow with a tender caress. You look up from your work, a smile blooming on your cheeks at the sight in front of you. You set down the seeds.

“What is it, my love?” You tilt your head to the side before taking his hand in your dirt covered ones.

“Can I… try…?” He asks hesitantly, eyes flicking up to you as he watches with interest.

“Of course! Here!” You hand him the seeds and watch him stare at it apprehensively, taking a quick peek back at you. He fumbles around clumsily with it before dumping some into his hand and placing a couple into the ground.

He buries the seeds, packing the dirt back into the hole, studying your expression for approval. “Like this?”

“Like that.” You grin, reaching up and pulling his hat over his eyes teasingly, quickly placing a peck on his cheek before retreating back to your spot. He gasps, cheeks turning a dark pink, as his eyes grow to the size of saucers. He reaches his hand up to the spot your lips had touched, pupils blown and body rigid.

“You… You kissed me.” He stammers, voice breathy and light. He was silent for a moment, face carefully blank as he processed what had just occurred.

You paused for a moment before it hit you. What if he didn’t like that? Had you overstepped? Was he upset? A pit of dread settled in your stomach, coiling and churning like a snake. 

“Oh gods, Postman, I’m so sorry. I should’ve asked first. I’m so-” You were quickly cut off by the feeling of lips on yours, soft, clumsy, and warm. A hand reached up to cup your cheek as your eyes fluttered shut. After a few moments, you pulled away, dazed and giddy from the endorphins.

“For someone who claims that they’ve never done anything outside of delivering packages, you’re a surprisingly good kisser and a half decent gardener” You tease, standing up and offering him a hand. “C’mon, let’s go get some lemonade or something. It’s getting kinda hot out.”