colorza au
HEY GAYMER AND GAYMETTES im here to FINALLY bring you more actual peeorn instead of just being a cockblock
hello lowlife peepee enthusiasts, i hope you like philza because i do and im kinda proud of this. the first few hundred words and the gist have actually been in the drafts since LAST SEPTEMBER but i finished it toady on a monster rush. tell me ur proud of me pls
herrrr we go okey ?? yea
Warnings:
- degrading
- selfcest ???
- shower secks
- choking
- overstim
- forced orgasm
- daddy kink
- sir kink
- a lot of dirty talk ?? yeh idk
- whiteza is kinda pushy and arrogant but it's all consensual dw !!!
- as always, lmk if theres any more !!
it might not make too much sense in the beginning but trust me the porn is pretty cool
philza x philza (cumza/whiteza) colorza au
3.2k words !!! woa !!!
yuhhh get into itt
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When all the holiday plans got pushed onto Phil at the last minute, two days before Thanksgiving, he knew he would have to do some adjustments.
The original plan was that all of the SMP members would be gathering at George's mushroom house to celebrate. Everyone would bring something so the workload wouldn't be pushed onto one or two people, and it would be great.
Wrong.
At the very last minute, everything and everyone's plans changed. Son of a bitch. And Phil, trying to be considerate and helpful, told everyone that he could do it, that he could hold it down and make it work for everyone. If only he would've realized the amount of effort that entailed, and the God forsaken amount of food he would have to cook.
So calling upon his spellbook and digging into a distant memory, he enlisted the help of a few "friends", to say the least.
In a puff of particles and a muttered curse, bubbling skin and a flash of color, a conglomerate of shocked, familiar voices filled his small living room.
"What the hell?" A voice said, sounding eerily similar to Phil's own, this time only scratchier and more dry. "Phil?" It asked, followed by a stumbling sound and another voice, this one sweeter and more soft.
"Phil? Hello?" It asked, and once Phill had waved the smoke out of the air, five familiar faces stood in front of him, confused, shocked, and equally shaky. Must be weird getting some physical legs for once, I'd say.
They all started turning their heads rapidly, taking in the new place and also the near identical features of each new character. Rubbing hands across their new physical forms, brushing back their scruffy hair, and even running a hand along another person, just to be sure it was real.
"What the fuck happened?" The first voice said, and when Phil placed where it was coming from, he realized that it was the red toned one. Exactly identical to himself, only the skin and colors of his outfit tinted different shades of red, and lass, a rippling scar across his face. In fact, they ALL were almost identical, just different colors. Red, pink, yellow, blue, and white, and apparently, he seemed to be green.
"Hey, Earth to Philza, fuck head," The red one snapped, waving his hand to cue Phil out of his distraction. "I said, what the fuck did you do?"
"Jesus Christ, well uh, I guess I summoned you guys? I don't really know I just did what the book said and now you're all here and it's really weird and why do you look like me and I just need help cook-"
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𝙈𝘾𝙔𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎
Fanfiction;; warning: contains smut, gore, and graphic depiction of harsh or sensitive topics ;; don't talk about your age. just don't talk about it, i don't care that you're 13 and think you're mature enough to read nsfw. you're not, but i can't stop you. go...
