‘ ephie .

[ephietalo]

𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 — 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦;

𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

— 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳…

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. ↴

⟢ if you are a minor, please do not interact with any of my written works; unless specified, most of what i write are explicit in nature, so please read with discretion.

[ephietalo]

ya’ll gonna make me cry or vomit or some shit fr because i am currently and absolutely fucking slack jawed from shock.

still cannot believe what i am seeing right now, nearly cleaned my glasses twice. literally logged back in and was blasted with notifications and your staggering support.

thank you all so much. cannot stress my gratitude enough.

[timothyolyphant]

im being so brave about this

[ephietalo]

MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH // JACK ABBBOT // DENNIS WHITAKER

NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED

⤷ //. cw: foursome, daddy kink, sir kink, fauxcest, puppy play . //

a hand was sent flying across your now reddened rear, firm and exact in its delivery.

“can’t leave the two of you alone for one fucking minute.”

abbot cursed under his breath, aggravation instilled in his every word and breath as his hand cracked once more on your ass.

“think it’s fucking cute, don’t you? disobeying my rules?”

he then grabbed a fistful of your hair, cruel in its grasp as he bent your neck upwards, causing your back to arch downward into his lap.

“c’mon then! tell me why you two couldn’t wait for another damn hour.” huffing, he released your hair, glaring back at the other man who was staring at the entire scene on his knees.

dennis was still in his briefs, shirt stripped and discarded somewhere on the kitchen floor. your own clothes must have been strewn somewhere there as well, because you were left to wear a now ruined pair of panties and a lacy brassiere.

glancing over to your brother, you pleaded. lips quivering as you mouthed to him not to tell.

but as your eyes met—finding those pitiful blues now hooded in shame—you knew then that his loyalties lied with your owners instead of his own sister.

“i-it was her idea, sir..” dennis mumbled, hands firm on his knees as he hoped and willed for his cock to soften within his briefs. knowing well enough that abbot could see how the tip was now leaking and soiling the cloth.

“is that right?”

his attention then returned to your ass, cupping the fat as he massaged the reddening swell.

“he-he was hard! i-i just wanted to help..” you squeaked without thinking, soon realizing that you were now in deeper shit than before.

because dogs don’t speak unless spoken to. and abbot wasn’t talking to you. wasn’t even looking to you.

and when his gaze settled on your now worried face, the man smirked.

because prior to this, dennis had been placed in that horrible cage—a punishment for an earlier crime—wearing nothing but that same pair of briefs and a shirt. and the poor boy had been whimpering for hours, his cock weeping through the slit of his underwear, horny like a mutt in heat.

and you were the kind little pup who wanted to help their big brother, wanted to offer your cunt so his cum won’t have to be spilled on the cage floor.

cause that would be such a waste, and it’s never good to put such things to waste.

“really?” abbot chuckled, the sound rumbling from his throat as his roughened palm squeezed your now sensitive ass, “so you thought it was fine to let your brother out from his cage? so what? so his stupid cock won’t be lonely?”

clicking his tongue, his hand then cracked on your ass once more—harder this time—as the pain made your lungs swell and expand. the sound now echoing through the living room walls.

“expected more from you, sweetie. you’re supposed to be the smart one.” he said as he grasped at your jaw, making you meet his gaze.

tears were now streaming down your cheeks, skin as red as your now abused ass,

“t-thought i-i was helping, sir… he-he—“

SMACK!

and you cried out once more, body now shaking from both the pain and the impact—throat becoming more sore,

“i-i’m so-sorry, sir.. pl-please..”

but the older man had no mercy in his gaze, even as he watched those tears trickle from your cheeks. watched as your bottom lip quivered and your breath hiccup.

“dennis.”

abbot called, earning your brother’s immediate attention—back straightening in hopes that he could relieve you from his wrath.

“briefs off. now.”

and without hesitation, the other man stripped himself until he was bare, his hardened cock standing at full mast—your own gaze attached to the swollen tip.

he stood there for a moment, waiting for abbot to tell him to sit. and when he was given the command, he then went back on his knees, sitting on the heels of his feet. obedient as ever.

but before abbot could continue his discipline, the door to the house opened, with robby walking in from his shift.

the man was in his usual mood, somewhat cheerful since he was home, but that immediately shifted when he saw what was happening in front of him.

his cute little girl laying across his husband’s lap, ass beaten red and his boy kneeling on the floor naked.

it seems that abbot didn’t even bother to tell him about their most recent act of disobedience.

“hey…” michael greeted, tone cautious as he set aside his bag on the kitchen counter, noticing the clothes strewn across the floor.

your camisole laying near the counter, your skirt near the refrigerator door, and dennis’s t-shirt atop of your discarded socks.

“ahh..” the older man said, looking back to abbot’s expectant gaze.

“guess someone decided to let their brother out of the cage, huh? got lonely or something, sweetie?”

robby then approached the couch where you and abbot have been this entire time, arms now resting on the back cushions as his gaze traveled across your curved spine and your ruined rear.

“n-no, daddy! j-just wanted to help de-denny… was whimpering so much throughout the afternoon and..”

biting down your bottom lip, your tear stained eyes flickered between your handlers.

but robby was quiet. assessing. and letting you continue.

“—and i, uhm… told him that he could… cum inside so he doesn’t have to be so hard..”

at that admission, jack scoffed and shook his head.

and without warning, he then lifted you off his lap and tossed you to the floor beside dennis—the carpet cushioning your fall as the man stood at his full height.

“if you wanna be a little cum bucket so bad, sweetie.” slowly, he undid the buckle to his belt, “then i’ll fill that fucking needy cunt myself.”

glancing over to his husband, jack then cocked his head to the side.

a silent invitation.

and who was robby to decline?

…might write a second parter to this, still unsure.

[ephietalo]

MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH

GLASSES

“eyes up here, kiddo.”

the man said with a pointed tone, his lips now tilted into that subtle smile; knowing well what was stirring your filthy mind.

soon, as he walked passed, his fingers then grazed the inside of your palm. readers still sitting on the crook of his nose. eyes glinting with that ever assessing gaze—the sight of it enough to have your thighs now pressing into a tight line.

“where else would i be looking?”

you mused from behind, following him close as you watched him roll his sleeves and crease them into his elbows; fingers flexing at his sides as he went to oversee a medical student’s case.

but between the two of you, it was evident that his mind was not fixed on the presentation or the student’s suggested course of treatment.

not when he nodded and crossed his arms, glancing over his shoulder to meet your gaze.

“good.” he replied to the student before walking off, shoulders somewhat tensed as he murmured,

“bathroom in five.”

with a calloused palm, he cupped your heated cunt; mouth pressed into the divot of your neck,

“so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

the man chuckled, watching as your hips moved back and forth in an almost see saw fashion. the bottom half of your scrubs now pooling below your knees.

his index then pressed into the new line between your sopping folds, gliding the digit to tease rather than please.

“wants to be filled, don’t she?” his teeth nipped at the bottom of your ear, the lobe now caught between his lips as he suckled on the skin just to hear you whine.

with the same finger, he pulled the soaking layer aside and pressed the tip into your entrance, circling the ring before pushing it inside.

and at that, your eyes fluttered as you pleaded and keened,

“ro-robby, wa-wait—!”

your voice weakened then, knowing that even the smallest noise could be heard outside if someone was inclined to.

but that didn’t stop your attending from adding another finger inside your willing cunt,

“not my name, sweet pea,” he rumbled into the underside of your ear, licking a thin strip along the bony curve, “—try again.”

soon, his fingers crooked and curved, seeking that sweet little spot as he watched your chest heave from beneath the top of your scrubs. your skin along your cheeks and neck were now flushed, lashes fluttering as you whispered,

“da-daddy, please..”

your hands then grasped at his shoulders, curling at the fabric of his jacket as you pulled him closer. wanting more of what he was willing to give.

“please what? use those big girl words.” he hummed, slamming the heel of his palm square into your clit, knowing well that it would force a sudden breath from out of your lungs.

“fu-fuck!” you nearly shouted before his other hand sailed across and covered your mouth.

your vision nearly blurred then, his palm drenched with slick now dribbling down his wrist.

“n-need more, daddy… fingers not enough…”

and at the slight pout of your bottom lip, the older man tilted his head, angling his fingers as it straightened to press into the inside of your walls.

“yeah?” michael said with a knowing smile, watching as your lips opened with an inaudible moan, “needs something inside, doesn’t she?”

nodding, you whispered back as best as you can, “y-yeah! inside, please, inside..!”

with that, his hand then withdraw from your cunt,

“turn around then, baby, hands on the wall.”

and as you did as you were told, spreading your legs for him to see the mess in between, you heard him undo the drawstring to his scrubs. watched him palm the now prominent bulge under the cloth.

but before he could take out that engorged cock from beneath his briefs, the older man first removed his readers and tucked them into the corner pocket of his scrubs.

”let’s make this quick.”

pictures were taken from @poisoned-green-apple’s post.

[ephietalo]

DENNIS WHITAKER

CONFIDENCE

breathless, did his mouth pine.

tongues still heated, still twined.

but that need, that greed from within, had no clear intention of decline.

“fuck..” he breathed, his chest now heaving as though he was running out of time, “…you’re gorgeous.”

with stable hands, he then lifted you from your tired feet, palms now cradling both your back and ass as he placed you on the end of his bed.

“—absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

mouths then crashed, saliva smearing across skin as he continued to mutter words under his breath,

“fuck me.” he groaned in between the kiss, his lips now traveling down your jaw and onto your throat, suckling on the most sensitive skin as he watched you writhe from beneath.

his knee had been placed in between your thighs, scrubs still on but not for long. with deft hands, he then undid the drawstring to your pants, pulling it down until the hem had settled onto the cleft of your ass.

fingers were now pressing into your clothed cunt, feeling the fabric dampened from his touch while his mouth was now latched onto your collarbone, leaving bruises and hickies in his wake.

“tell me what you want, baby.” his teeth then grazed the thin layer of skin atop the bone of your collar, causing your breath to hitch.

still, relentless as ever, his fingers were now pressing into the divot where your folds had parted, panties now soaked until the slick had coated the tips of his digits in a clear, wet sheen.

he was teasing you, testing your restraint. watching each time your lashes fluttered in momentary estasy while your hips ground into his hand in search of friction.

but when his index circled your clit, motions subtle and circular, he watched as you bucked and keened—voice so pitched as though you were about to whine.

“d-dennis, i-i, you-you… please.” your thighs trembled then, pressing until the plushness of it held his hand firm into place, letting you grind more as you chased that now tangible high.

and cruelly, as though torture was entwined with his pleasure, he yanked his hand from between and slapped the heel of his palm onto your ass.

“use your words, sweetie. ain’t a mind reader.”

you must have cried then, from the sudden lost of his friction and at that sting that was now on your ass.

dennis was strong. needed to be so he could keep working the stables back on his family’s farm. his muscles were not prominent but his physique was clearly toned, enough so that each time you noticed his arms flex, you could feel something pool between your thighs.

“need something inside..” you sucked in a breath, chest heaving in time with your now pulsing cunt.

but when he arched a brow, as if expecting to hear more, you closed your eyes and shuddered.

“pl-please… dennis? p-promise to be good..”

and without warning or even hesitation, he tugged at the fabric of your scrubs until it was off, leaving you bare with only your panties and disheveled camisole to keep you decent.

but that hunger in his gaze meant that the man was not done.

far from it.

he then pushed you into a new position, where your knees were resting on his shoulders while he mouth your still clothed cunt, licking at the slick from the fabric.

you must have seen stars the moment his teeth grazed the hood of your clit, still clothed but the friction alone was delicious—enough so that it had you teetering over the blissful edge.

with the flat bed of his tongue, he pressed it onto your sopping folds, that thin stripe that was the layer of your panties now pulled to the side. the tip then delved in between, teasing the entrance with surprising expertise.

your hands were now weaving and pulling at his hair, chestnut curls poking between your fingers as you cried and begged for more.

more of his tongue. more of his mouth. more of him.

soon, as he narrowed his tongue, he started plunging inside with a punishing pace, the pad of his callous thumb now circling your sensitive nub.

he watched as your hips buckled and bucked without reason or rhyme, breath hitching into pitchy whines while your mouth whimpered out his name in succession.

“de-dennis, dennis—oh my god—dennis!!”

stars were now clouding your vision like gauze—eyes fluttering to a close as your thighs tightened around his head like a vice. shoving your cunt as much as you could against his now soaked face.

“that’s it, sweetie, c’mon. want to taste that cum on my tongue.” dennis encouraged, not once wavering in his pace with both his thumb and tongue.

and before he finished that sentence, you shattered.

a sudden shriek was then torn from your now sore throat, engulfed in both pleasurable pain and breathtaking heights.

and as you collapsed from that sudden, indescribable high—your back then arched off of the bed, thighs drawn tight while your toes curled. hands now clawing at his scalp, sweat dripping down your forehead and staining his sheets.

slowly, so slowly, he then lapped his tongue at your now overwhelmed entrance, aiding you through the euphoric waves until it settled into a more calming stream.

soon, he then unwrapped your thighs from his head, careful as he surged forward until your lips met—the taste of your cum both present on his tongue and lips, but more so as it had sprayed across his reddened face.

“see what happens when you listen to me, sweetie?”

inspiration was taken from @lostalioth’s post

[ephietalo]

JACK ABBOT

CONSUME

tainted lips were the taste of sin.

lipstick smeared across skin.

hands soon wandered and grasped, calloused palms now pressed into ass. fabrics were either torn or tossed to the floor, feet tumbling forwards then backward with no real destination or direction in mind.

he could still smell the liquor from your mouth, moans spilling forth as his hand went in and out of your aching cunt.

“ab-abbot!”

you keened, the friction from his palm enough to send you into a thorough daze.

the man continued, crooking his fingers until your spine stiffened and arched, thighs trembling from both the pleasure and pressure.

the bottom half of your scrubs had pooled around your ankles, your ass now pressed into the cement while your feet shuffled and strained.

then, his hands hoisted you upwards, his knees now firm onto the floor as his mouth met your wanting entrance, tongue plunging into depths until your vision whitened into stars.

the bed of his tongue would flatten onto heated skin, the tip then circling and teasing until the muscle had stretched the ring. back and forth it went in a frenzied pace, flicking out and then in so he could swirl around that sensitive nub.

higher and higher did your whines pitch, hands clawing at both the wall behind and at the hair in between your thighs. and despite your cries, his mouth still engulfed and suckled at your cunt, greed apparent in his earthly eyes.

without warning, his tongue was soon joined with his fingers, the moistened muscle solely dedicated to your now engorged bud as three of his digits plunged forwards and plowed,

“that’s it, kid, c’mon.” abbot cooed, “said you could handle whatever i gave you, yeah?”

you then nodded, gaze vacant but mouth wanton as you begged him for more. his palm was now slapping and rubbing against your clit, fingers slamming into cream and slick.

soon, your heightened bliss came crashing down into tumultuous waves, and your attending was there to catch and extend that euphoric phase.

“good girl, good fucking girl.” the man praised, his hand never once faltering in his pace even as you cried.

“s-sir, i ca-can’t..!” you sniffled, thighs now hoping for reprieve as you tried to close.

“i didn’t say we’re done.” abbot said in return, his palm still pressed into the wet, slobbering mess you still call a cunt.

“now spread.”