QSMP smutshots
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Something was wrong with Phil.
And hell, Etoiles likely wasn't the best option for who to contact, but he couldn't let the others see him like this.
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- Part 1 of QSMP smutshots
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Phil and Etoiles had always been a combustible pair. And what started as casual fights, playful bouts meant to kill time, quickly became a cornerstone of their relationship.
Shit, if losing meant Etoiles's thighs smothering his face, Phil was going to lose more often.
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- Part 2 of QSMP smutshots
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There was a pressure all around him, squeezing, pushing, pulling. Like he was being taken apart piece by piece, then shoved back together all at once.
And still, there was that rhythmic sound, slapping over and over, slow, steady.
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- Part 3 of QSMP smutshots
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Mike crouched beside him, his sharp eyes flicking over Pac’s dishevelled form. His fingers brushed Pac’s thigh, making him flinch.
“You blacked out?” he repeated, his tone calm but laced with an edge of concern. “And when you woke up?”
“It was still going,” Pac whispered, his voice barely audible. “The machine… it just kept moving. It didn’t stop.”
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- Part 4 of QSMP smutshots
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Phil has always struggled with sleep paralysis. He's tried everything. So when his friend joked "why fight your sleep paralysis demon when you can fuck it" he thought.. sure, why not. So he started sleeping nude, lying on his stomach, and waited.
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- Part 5 of QSMP smutshots
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"Jesus," Fit murmured, his voice thick with awe and worry. "How many times did you make him cum?"
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- Part 6 of QSMP smutshots
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“Your wings are so beautiful, Phil. I don’t know why you don’t let someone help you with them more often. They deserve care.”
Phil swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to keep his breathing steady. Because it’s too much, he thought. Because I didn’t expect it to feel like this.
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- Part 7 of QSMP smutshots