#eto!les

[pe0ple3ater]

Pup Etoiles btw. Etoiles in a pinch collar and leash kneeling. Etoiles that is such a good boy. Etoiles in chasity only able to please his partner, he doesn't care he just wants to be good. Etoiles getting fucked by a machine, stupid and drooling and whining while they see how much he can really take.

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Post your art post your art post your art post the etoiles drawing PLEASE. MY DREAM.

- PEOPLEEATER (ur #1 fan)

WHILE IM ONLINE LEMME DO THIS TEEHEE!!

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@qsmutslut posted something that made me so hard to I had to write it immediately. It's currently 9:03 am. I feel like I'm going insane. This was so hot to write. Anyway! I hope you enjoy :)) I hope it's what you wanted

It's been a while since they've done this.

Pac would call it "clearing dungeons," but he's really not doing much on his end, Etoiles is ripping through the hoards of mobs and stepping back to let Pac get the loot. It's adorable how Etoiles is just here for the fight. Pac finds it sweet that Etoiles chooses him to spoil.

They're nearing the end, but Pac can tell that the adrenaline is unbearably buzzing under Etoiles' skin. Pac knows because he feels it often enough himself. Etoiles finishes off the boss in the final room and turns to Pac with a proud grin, nodding towards the chest.

"You take?" he asks, putting his sword away as Pac approaches him. Pac nods and giggles, opening the chest and digging through it. The loot is excellent; since the server reset, it's been a bitch to get materials. Pac is honestly really thankful that Etoiles is doing this with- for -him.

"Thank you so much, Etoiles, really, you're too generous," Pac says, looking up at the man from under his lashes. Etoiles smiles at him, pulling his hood off to clear his vision entirely.

Pac won't lie and say that his crush on Etoiles ever disappeared. He can't be blamed. Etoiles is a beautiful man. He's powerful, he's generous, he's funny. Watching him tear through the mobs, hearing his wild laugh bouncing off the walls, Pac is reminded why he fell for him in the first place. Etoiles is a shaken soda bottle, full of too much energy and pressure and ready to explode at any moment. Pac adores his power and the way he throws himself into everything full-heartedly.

Someone so kind, so wonderful, shouldn't go unthanked.

"Will you come to my house? Let me thank you?" Pac asks softly, reaching out to rest his hand on Etoiles' waist, making the man under him jolt. Pac watches the way his eyes widen and his lips part. It's not the first time they've slept together. Stories of how Etoiles acts in bed are enticing, and Pac is as greedy as Etoiles is giving.

"My bro, it's not necessary. Only if-" his voice trails off as Pac's hand slips under the edge of his armor, pressing against the thin shirt underneath "-only if you want," he finishes, voice dropping an octave and sending a shiver through Pac's spine.

"I do. You have been so helpful. I can't just let you leave after doing all this for me," Pac mumbles, smiling at Etoiles and pulling away. "Warp to my house, okay?" Pac says, and before Etoiles can argue, he pulls out his stone and warps away.

Pac goes inside, his house is shitty, but Etoiles isn't here to judge his decorating abilities. He's here to get fucked. Pac digs through his things until he finds his strap and harness. He hears the door open and smiles.

"Take your armor off, sit on the bed," Pac commands; he doesn't have to look to know that Etoiles is doing precisely what he said. Pac can hear the sound of removing armor, shuffling, and shifting clothes. Etoiles is so good; he's going to make him feel amazing. Pac steps into the next room to put the harness on and then grabs a length of rope. He returns to Etoiles and is pleased to see him sitting in just his undershirt and boxers, hands in his lap. He's so good.

Pac coos softly and walks over, straddling Etoiles' lap and pulling him in for a kiss. Etoiles' hands go to Pac's waist and run up and down his sides, affectionate even with Pac's tongue halfway down his throat. Pac likes that he doesn't try to fight for dominance; he follows Pac's lead. He tastes sweet, like healing potions and golden apples. Pac groans softly and rests his hands on Etoiles' chest. He pulls away from the kiss, and Etoiles is panting under him. Pac can feel the hardness of his dick pressed against his ass, and Pac thinks it's so fucking cute how worked up he gets just from kissing.

"Take your shirt off and lay back; I'm going to tie your hands," Pac mumbles, nipping at Etoiles' jaw. Etoiles nods and does as he's told. When Pac has him how he wants him, laid out on his knees, chest pressed against the bed, hands tied in front of him, naked, he takes a few minutes to admire. After all, Etoiles works so hard on his body. Pac's hands drag up his thighs, digging his nails in and scratching down the sensitive skin. Etoiles whines softly, dick twitching between his legs. Pac coos and leans forward, dragging his tongue against his hole in a broad swipe before pulling away and standing to get lube. The choked sound Etoiles makes his music to Pac's ears. He giggles and digs through his chest until he finds the well-used bottle of lube. He slicks up his fingers and returns to Etoiles.

Pac takes his time stretching Etoiles and listens to his little whimpers and groans, the way he moans Pac's name. Pac feels so powerful to have someone seen as the most powerful man on the server, squirming and whimpering with his hands. The idea makes heat curl in his stomach and dampen the space between his legs. He feels Mike's presence fill his head and laughs a little; of course, Mike is here. Etoiles is his favorite toy. He can take so much and still beg for more. Neither of them speaks as Pac pulls away and attaches the dildo to the harness, pressing it inside of himself and gasping softly.

Pac pushes inside of Etoiles in one mean thrust, and Etoiles chokes on his moan. He pulls at the binds around his wrists, and Pac feels a little hot at the way his muscles flex.

"You're so pretty, Etoiles, so good. You're so good to everyone. You need to be rewarded. Maybe I should call everyone here and let them say thank you," Pac purrs, fucking him hard and fast. Etoiles is already a mess under him, Pac's words making his moans kick up in pitch.

Pac manages to wring three orgasms out of Etoiles. The final one has him yelping Pac's name and pressing his face into the bed. He's got tears streaming down his cheeks, and when Pac looks, he sees there's nothing coming from his dick. A dry, painful orgasm. Etoiles is still gasping and shivering when Pac cums, nails digging into Etoiles hips and shivers wracking his spine. Etoiles is perfect through the whole thing, whining and crying but still and pliant.

Pac pulls out, unties Etoiles' hands, and pulls him against his chest.

"Thank you," Etoiles rasps out, pressing his face against Pac's chest and breathing through the pleasure rolling through his body.

[pe0ple3ater]

Nghh qsmp men in skirts..only a few rn because I'm suffering but hhng

Mike: exclusively wears short ones, like barely covers his ass short, like dick visible if he moves too fast short. Wears panties to match that barely can contain his dick, likes looking and feeling hot. Reflecting back on what I wrote about Fit in reference to Mike's body, it drives him INSANE. He loves Mike's ass, and if Mike is wearing a skirt he can't keep his hands off him.

Etoiles: short skirts too, only really wears them when it's something his partner is into. Gender confuses him but he's more comfortable in pants. Although that monster of a dick makes a very visible, very tasty bulge. He feels powerful in them, pretty isn't a word he'd use to describe himself normally but wearing a skirt makes him feel that way. Thigh muscles...so pretty you wanna sink your teeth in.

Roier: LOOKS SO AMAZING. And also has style and variety, however he prefers upper-mid thigh and skin tight. Depending on your Roier headcanon, his bulge is SO visible and SO enticing through the tight stretched fabric. Or, he's constantly teasing and flashing his panties and how wet he is. Thigh muscles.

Pac: LOVES skirts and dresses, knows he's pretty. If he's wearing a skirt it means he wants to get fucked so he'll wear the smallest thongs ever. He's normally a pants guy, but if he's feeling teasing and bratty he'll wear a skirt to drive people up the wall.

Fit: feminine stuff was way out of the realm of possibility for Fit for the longest time, and is also something he struggles to think he deserves. However, he'll let tazercraft dress him up pretty. He'll wear a skirt and let them oogle and touch and make him feel good. It's a really touchy thing though, sometimes he's just not with it. But his leg muscles...God man please wear skirts more often.

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Your bottom Etoiles content is FEEDING me you get it you get it he’s the most bottom man ever

Thoughts on Foolish and Etoiles? I honestly think they’d have the BEST sex, like they’re so competitive with each other, I love the idea of them like fighting over who tops until Foolish like just manhandles him down and Etoiles crumbles. Also the size kink possibilities 👀

HELLOOO Foolish my beloved. Etoiles, most service bottom man ever. Okay I'm so sorry that this is a fucking MESS because I worked on it over multiple days blah blah. I love them though, hope you enjoy!

The problem is, it's annoying.

Foolish has been alive for a long time. He's spent hundreds of mating seasons alone. It's not really a problem. It's just annoying. He's got work to do, things to build. He can't do any of it if he's so horny he's afraid he'll jump the first person he sees.

So he's in his shitty house with his meager supplies, hard and annoyed. He runs his hand through his hair and reaches down to palm at his crotch, groaning lightly and considering calling Bad. They've spent many of Foolish's mating seasons together. Bad is a good partner when he needs to be, but there's something wrong with him right now, and Foolish doesn't like the sickly chemical smell on him.

He drops his head back against his pillows and snarls, irritated and frustrated.

Like the universe wants him to suffer, there's a knock on the door. He knows it's not Tubbo; something happened to him a few days ago, and he hasn't returned. It's none of the eggs. Foolish groans and tugs on a loose pair of pants, uncaring of his way, his erections are still highly visible. He leans against the doorframe and opens the door with an annoyed huff.

Etoiles is in front of him, inventory open while he'd been waiting for Foolish to open the door. He looks up, and a grin spreads across his face. Foolish tries not to bare his teeth, instincts telling him Etoiles is standing too confidently, his smile is too wide. Foolish tenses, fighting the need to take him down a few pegs.

"My bro, let's spar," Etoiles says, eyes trailing over Foolish's face and smile widening at his annoyed expression. "You will feel better," he urges, stepping more into Foolish's space and looking up at him through his lashes.

Foolish smells him, earthy and almost floral, ripping a growl from his chest. Etoiles doesn't even flinch, and Foolish wants to grab him by the neck and make him scared enough to submit. If Foolish wasn't so out of his mind with his instincts, he might see through what Etoiles is doing. Suppose he wasn't so horny he couldn't think. In that case, he might see that Etoiles is offering himself to Foolish on a silver platter.

As it stands, Foolish isn't in his right mind.

He nods, grabbing Etoiles by the shoulder and dragging him to the field near Town of Fobo. Etoiles follows, grinning.

They fight, Etoiles doesn't go down easily. Foolish lets his brain haze over, losing himself to his instincts and needs. Every time he gets Etoiles pinned, the cucumber hybrid manages to squirm his way out. Foolish gets tired of it, snarling and getting his big hand in Etoiles' hair. He presses the man's face into the ground and straddles his back, hard and dripping a wet spot in his sweats. Etoiles shudders under him, thrashing and laughing breathlessly. Foolish grinds hard against Etoiles, panting and more worked up than before.

"You win my bro," Etoiles purrs, letting his body go soft and pliant under Foolish's grip. Foolish growls and tugs clumsily at Etoiles' pants, getting them off and spitting directly on his hole. Etoiles is making soft noises under him, hands digging into the grass. Foolish presses two fingers slowly inside of him, groaning at the tight heat. He grinds his cocks against Etoiles' thigh and stretches him out quickly, sloppily.

When Etoiles starts getting squirmy and impatient, Foolish pulls away and presses one dick into Etoiles in one swift push.

Etoiles gasps, choking on his moan and shuddering hard. Foolish is easily the biggest on the island; he fills Etoiles like he's never been filled before. Foolish is one of the only people who manages to make Etoiles feel small, the way he towers over him, the way his dick feels like it's splitting Etoiles in half. He's drooling, and Foolish is barely fucking him. He's so big that it's impossible for him to not be pressing against Etoiles' prostate on every pass.

Foolish leans more of his weight onto Etoiles, pinning him and starting to pound into him. Etoiles can't keep his mouth shut, moaning and whimpering. Foolish purrs and leans down, pressing him deeper into Etoiles. He latches onto his shoulder, sharp teeth digging into his skin and holding on. Etoiles yelps, his dick twitches, and he's cumming untouched on the ground. Foolish groans, every thrust forward dragging the dick not stuffed inside of Etoiles against the length of Etoiles' cock, making him gasp and twitch.

Foolish chases his release, ignoring the pathetic whines from the body under him. He removes his teeth and licks eagerly at the wound, hands tightening on Etoiles' waist and in his hair. He snarls when he cums, pressing down on Etoiles harder and making sure the man can't move. Etoiles groans softly at the feeling, eyes rolling back and hands scrambling against the ground, trying to get any kind of stability.

Foolish pants, pressed as deep as he can go inside Etoiles, calming down a bit. He runs his hands gently up and down Etoiles' sides, watching the man below him shudder and whine.

"It's better?" Etoiles asks, laughing shakily. Foolish hums softly and leans down to nuzzle against Etoiles' neck, nipping behind his ear and keeping his softening cock inside of him.

"I'm not done with you yet."

[pe0ple3ater]

Hullo ! Hope you're having a great day/night ! I love your writing and saw that you asked for some djduo, have this smol idea :3

With the constant prodding and tentative threats from Tototte of releasing sensitive info in the prison, Antoine gets pretty riled up and needs to release this pent up energy. And what better way to do that than just grabbing the nearest person and fuck them into the mattress.

Luckily for him, his roommate and the one currently snoozing in the same bed as him is Etoiles, these two have a ....quite interesting relationship, Etoiles likes to come to Antoine for a challenge and taunt him, knowing full well that the other has the ability to melt his mind until he's barely anything in his hands.

There's just something about watching this strong warrior becoming such a desperate mess pinned down underneath him, which is why Antoine usually goes to Etoiles whenever he needs to release his pent up energy, knowing full well that the other can take it.

It's ridiculous how much Etoiles can take, and Antoine makes sure to make use of this whenever they are together. He loves to exploit every weak points he finds, tail's a bit sensitive ? He won't hesitate to yank it if the other steps out of line.

Also I saw this in a wonderful work in ao3 but his tentacles having aphrodisiac cum that makes the other dazed until he's a gasping mess under his hold ?

Went a lil overboard but these two drive me crazy

OKAY YES TO ALL OF THIS.

Antoine and Etoiles ABSOLUTELY fucked nasty in prison. They were both stressed and unhappy and what better way to relax than to fuck? I have so many thoughts about the two of them so I'm going to fucking YAP about this duo under the cut because I'm OBSESSED with them. Like 70% of this was Meg (@mmegagayzone) because I went insane about them in our dms.

Fist off I need to say that I see Etoiles and Antoine having a very strict d/s relationship. Etoiles is Antoine's pet, he belongs to Antoine above anyone else he might play with. This stems from Antoine being a high-ranking fed worker. He likes perfection, you know? He likes order and obedience and who is more obedient than Etoiles? Antoine likes making him all stupid and puppbrained, as Meg said "it’s an insane power trip for him and etoiles knows this but he can’t help but submit anyway because he knows only Antoine can pin him to the ground and keep him there" and yes, Etoiles craves a challenge. He likes losing when there aren't really any stakes other than himself, he's constantly looking for something that can knock him down and keep him down.

I have thoughts about their collars too, Etoiles in a collar is forever in my mind.

His every day one is a thin darkmetal chain choker with a dog tag that just says "pet" on it, that's how Antoine refers to him during scenes. He tells Etoiles that dogs are to be loved and affectionate with, and he is to be good and obedient so he can't call him a dog. Their scene collar is a black prong collar that says Antoine's name on it with a thick leather leash. Antoine likes the bruises it leaves when Etoiles fights back against the leash, it's a shame he's so well trained because he rarely fights.

It's a really good stress relief for both of them. Antoine gets to have the power rush of having The French Beast in a stupid puddle at his feet and Etoiles gets to be challenged and pushed in a way that isn't straining his body too much. Antoine is never easy with him either, he does absolutely know all of Etoiles weak points. He pulls his tail and his hair, he drags his claws down his chest and back, he worms a thin tentacle down Etoiles urethra. Etoiles ALWAYS struggles when Antoine gives him a challenge and it's so good for both of them.

The aphrodisiac cum...it's everything to me. Antoine fucks Etoiles and fills him up, keeps him plugged and makes him stay still and quiet and every time Etoiles shifts or whines Antoine adds ten minutes to his wait time. Etoiles has to focus really hard to keep himself still because he's so horny he doesn't know what to do with himself but he's good, he's Antoine's good pet.

They fucked nasty in prison. Antoine used his tentacles to hold Etoiles down and fucked him into the mattress, filled his mouth to keep him quiet. He was rough and mean because he was angry, and Etoiles loved every moment of it.

I'm super insane about djduo btw.

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I know I'm on break right now but I need to show you guys my current notes planning out what I'm gonna write when I come back because I'm a bit insane about all of them.

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🌹;]

Just for you Meg, a few lines from the etoiles/phil one.

Etoiles shudders, the toy is tight and ribbed and wet with lube. He holds it just at the tip of his dick, just like Phil told him. His head falls back against the tree he's braced against and he exhales shakily.

"That's good Etoiles, you're doing good king," Phil's voice washes over him and Etoiles sighs out shakily, the breath turning into a whimper at the end "Go on and fuck into it like I know you want to," he purrs and Etoiles' hips instantly twitch forward into the wetness of the fleshlight.