#evansverse

"Get off," you push at his arms on your hips, but he still clings onto them. "Off now, or my boyfriends will not be happy."

"Boyfriends, she says. Just enjoy it sweet cheeks."

Ari is the first to notice you. His head turns around from the bar, and he sees your arms push at him. Forgetting all about the drinks he starts running over to your side. He pulls the man off of you, "She said off," he turns to check you out to make sure you're okay, but the man swings at Ari. Missing, and Ari turns around himself. Hitting the man full force, knocking him out only with one hit.

He fully looks over your body. His hands wiping the tears that drift down your cheek, and you pull up his fist, kissing at his knuckles before he pulls you into him. Holding you tightly, his hands pushing the hair out of your face. Curtis notices how tender Ari is being and runs right over, "What happened?" he asks, his boot kicking at the man in the floor.

"Ass hole wouldn't quit touching her."

"You okay, little one?" you don't mean to pout up at Curtis, but you do, and it's enough for him to want to get the two of you home. "Come on. Let's get home, and your daddies can keep you all warm cuddly okay?" nodding your head, Ari's body pushes you to walk. His arm draped around your shoulders, while Curtis' is around your waist.

"Can you drive?" you sweetly ask looking up at Curtis.

"Of course. Can I ask why?"

"I need to reward daddy for saving me," Ari slides his arm enough to where he can cup your breast. Getting to the car, he all but drags you into the back. Pulling out his already hardened cock, and rucking up your skirt. Pushing aside your panties, he guides you to sink down on him, and you keen at the severe stretch his girth gives you.

Curtis chuckles at your little whimpers, "So pretty little one. Take it easy though. Don't want us to get pulled over. Wouldn't look good for me."

"Okay, deputy Everett," you hum. Ari uses your body to fuck himself. The ever impatient one of your daddies. Turning your head to the side, you coax Ari to look up at you, so you can kiss his sinful lips. He continues to bounce you over him, before he pushes you forward.

Maneuvering the two of you so your face is right in front of Curtis' cock. "Look at how hard you've made him princess. It's only fair he fucks one of your holes. Be a good little whore for your daddies and let him fuck that pretty slut mouth of yours."

You slowly take him out. Your lips kiss around his glorious cock, using your mouth to spread around the precum, "Quit teasing, princess. Know you want it," Ari is right. Every part of you wants to devour Curtis. Make him struggle to remember how to drive. Make him overthink every move he makes. Not swallowing him fast enough, Ari shoves your head down on him. Holding your head there as Curtis' tip hits the back of your throat. Satisfied with the length of which you were gagging around him, Ari uses your head to fuck your other daddy's dick.

Working double time Ari pushes into you, and works your mouth of Curtis. The two of them grunting in hushed tones. Curtis tries to pay attention. Tries to keep his eyes open. "Faster little one. Want to fill this pretty mouth full of cum."

Ari twists your hair around his fists, shoving your mouth over Curtis while he ruts into you. His other hand creating tight movements on your clit, and when you let out a deep moan, followed by a squeal of an orgasm rushing through you, Curtis spurts deep in your throat. Thrusting his hips into you, so you can get every bit of him.

When he's finished, Ari presses your head into the arm rest, slamming his hips into you over and over again. Your voice yelping with every pound he does into you, until his hips stutter, and his own cream warms up your belly.

"Such a pretty little princess you are. When we get home, we're going to fuck you properly."

It Was Fast

You Were Very Wrong

Love You Too, Sweetheart

Should Have Known

Just In Case

Heart Shaped Pancakes

Kneading The Dough

His Letterman Jacket

It’s Amazing Isn’t It

Every Time

We’re Having a Boy

Perfect and Comforting

Their Everything

My Pretty Baby

Just Ask

Jumping on the Bed

You Mind?

Switch Energy

Anders Beckett Drysdale

Secret Handshake

Peanut Butter & Bananas

Story Book

Wuv You

What Do I Do?

Mama Bear

Too Close

She’s Trying

James, Run

They’re All Babies

Not A Family Heirloom

Threesome

No Jumping on the Bed

She’s Ridiculous

Code Red

Mr. Fowler

You’ll Have to Wait

What I Want

Sweet Pretty Girl

I’m Different

She’s Been Reprimanded

Quit Touching Me

It’s My Birthday

You Owe Me, Liar

No Promises

5 Drysdale Kids

Ask for Permission

Your Assignment

Her Body is a Temple

Finally Sinking In

The Next Function

This Beautiful Family

Aye Aye Captain

My Daughter

Call Me

A Few Years Now

Yes, Sir, Captain

Tell Me A Story

Positive

One Thing at a Time

She’s Too Young

It Was Just A Dream

Calm Your Tits

Don’t Be Vulgar

Snowed In

Hugh Ransom Drysdale Was Worth It

Featuring All the Kids

What’s In A Name,  Sweet Kids, Let Them Go

Family Mood Boards

Ransom & Kitten, Aster & Beck, Iris & James, Blade & Lo, Story & Carter, Lucy & Chris

Blurbs

Family Tree, First Steps/First Words, Axel had an Accident, Thanksgiving with the Drysdale’s, I’m Sick, Birds & the Bees, Covid Lockdown with the Drysdale’s, Easter with the Drysdale’s, Mother’s Day

Asks

Pregnancy Cravings, Zodiacs

Ari

Ari is still a daddy Dom. He likes caring for his little, and he loves when his little age regresses. After what happened with Laurie, he got fixed, but he has a huge nurturing side to him. Since Iris and Aster came along, he didn't always desire the regression side like before. Ari LOVES feeling needed.

He loves being called daddy. Curtis doesn't care one way or the other, but that name is a huge kink for Ari.

While Curtis is a bit more tender, and into overstimulation, Ari he loves orgasm denial. He's also has a big permission kink. So don't be surprised if he corrects you, "What was that you said princess? It's may I cum daddy," he coos down at you, while you whimper at his fifth time denying you your release.

Ari loves spankings. He loves to make you count your spankings, and he loves to feel how slick you become with each swat to your ass.

And oof...does this man love spitting. He doesn't care if it's you spitting, but he prefers himself to spit. Spit on your face, spit in your mouth, spit on your cunt, or spit on your ass before he splits you open. He does not care. If it's anywhere on or in your body, that's what he cares about.

He is a brat tamer, and he loves for you to push his buttons. He has no problem with pulling you by your hair against his chest, before his hand wraps around your jaw, slipping a finger through your lips, before he's pressing his bulge up against you.

Ari is hard and fast with his movements. If you want something sweeter, that's Curtis. He loves to manhandle and see your body so pliable for him. His own little raggedy sexdoll.

This daddy LOVES dumbification. He wants to fuck you noncoherent. He wants you to forget about your day. Trusting him, and letting him work your body.

Ari may be a bit into the S&M side of things. His into tying you up, and pain is pleasure, all with your guided consent though.

NO MATTER WHAT HOLE ARI IS IN, HE WANTS TO STRETCH YOU OUT. He is into double penetration, but is looking for that special girl to trust him and Curtis with double vaginal penetration.

Curtis

We did see a bit of Curtis' preferences with Kitten, but lets just dive back in. HE IS A COUNTER. He will count every time you misbehave. No matter the number, that's how many times you have to cum BEFORE getting the penis. Because of this he has great self restraint.

Curtis loves to fuck you dumb, but he really loves how needy you become afterwards. He gets off on feeling needed. "Feeling tired little one?" he'll ask after fucking you until you see stars, "Let daddy hold you, until you fall asleep."

Curtis is definitely a soft!Dom. That's why him and Ari play well off of each other. Ari is all about that punishment, while Curtis wants to take it easy on you. His punishment is too many lots of orgasms.

Aftercare is another one of his kinks. Again, he loves feeling needed. He loves making sure you're taken care of and extra soft and clingy to him.

They even prefer different touches. Ari likes you to claw his skin, pull his hair, bite him, whatever. Curtis loves those soft touches and whimpers more than the screams.

You flip the mirror down in his Audi, checking out your ragged appearance, and try the best you can to straighten yourself back up.  A quick glance over at Frank, who you to believe is Andy, you smile glancing away quickly.  He notices the quick exchange, and doesn’t feel so bad with how quickly things happened.  Andy won’t be soiling you this time.  “That was...” you start, wiping around your lips.

“Amazing,” Frank sighs.  His blue eyes finally meet yours.  “You wanna go to the movie now?”

You laugh looking at the clock, “We’ll have to see a different one.  We’ve missed the original movie we were going to see.”

“It was worth it,” he starts the car, and drives off to the theater, your hand slides over to find his thigh.  Frank grabs tightly to it, picking it up to press his lips against it.  With as quickly as he’s hit it off with you, there’s a part of him that wants to be honest.

“Can we go by a drugstore or something, really quick?”

“Why?”

You start to get defensive, “Why do most people go to a drug store?  Because they need something.  Just...can we please go?”

“Not a problem,” he goes to a drugstore that’s the closet to the theater, and starts to get out with you.

“No, it’s okay.  You can just stay here.  It shouldn’t take long.”

“Is there a problem?” he asks confused, and you shake your head no.  “You’ve just been acting weird since we...”

“We had sex; you can say it.  But we had sex unprotected, and I’m...I need the morning after pill.”

“Okay, you don’t have to upset.  Come on,” he starts to get out, but you just look at him.  “Well?”

“That easy?”

“That easy.  Not going to force you into something you’re not ready for.  While I have enjoyed the past couple days with you, I’m not ready for that type of commitment either.  So come on,” this time you follow with him, his arm goes around your shoulders and he holds you close.  Taking the time to peruse through the aisles for a moment.  Giggling and laughing at how bizarre some of the items are.

"Didn’t expect to find you here.  It’s a little odd.”

“Linda, just came to get a couple of things.  I saw that I had your son on the books for a meeting?” Linda furrows her brows looking at Frank.

“A meeting?”

“At my office.  To discuss his most recent run-in with the law,” Frank gives her an awkward smile, hoping that Linda just goes with it.  She gives him a smile of her own before going about her business, wondering when Frank and Andy got back in on the double-teaming girls.

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Having to get something from her son’s townhouse, Linda just used her key to get in.  Walking past his bedroom she sees pictures dissolving on his laptop.  Disgusted that her grown son still has pornography as his screen saver. She walks too close it, until she sees a familiar face, yours. No ring on your finger, and then it all makes sense. Usually, the bait and switch game that Andy and Frank played was reversed. Andy readies the girl for Frank, but she knows who she saw that night with you.

But how did her most precious Ransom get involved with an engaged woman?  She clicks through the photos sending them all to her email.  Creating a half-assed plan on how to get you out of Ransom’s life.

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Frank sets down Mary’s plate for supper when the first email comes through.  “I know it was you at the store that night.  I’m not sure why you were pretending to be Andy, but she’s fucking more than you two.  I need her out of my son’s life.  Do with these what you think is best.  Keep my name out of it.”

Frank opens the photo, and there’s not much to it.  A close up of two people’s genitals, but he knows what the message is implying.  By this time Andy should have your cunt memorized, so he creates an email to send it to Andy.  His own half-assed plan coming to fruition.  Frank had done nothing but think of you, since he left.  Think of the soft whimpers you made as you rode on top of him.  How poetic, Andy told him he wasn’t allowed to have you first, but he couldn’t help that the make out session in Andy’s Audi turned into a quick fucking.

Frank just assumes that Andy will figure out you’re having an affair, and all the times that Andy is down here with him and Mary, you’re off sleeping with another man.  Every time that Andy comes to visit, Linda sends pictures more frequently.  Each email is more agitated that Ransom is still have an affair, “Get rid of her.”

Frank’s obsession with Andy getting these photos grows.  Even sending him the photos when they’re both in the same room.  He watches Andy huff and puff, but when the little snippet of a video comes through, the anger is coming through in his whole body, “Fucking slut,” he grunts throwing his phone.

“What’s the problem?” Frank asks innocently, his own phone having the video on repeat.

“That prick keeps sending me pictures of my fiancé.”

“What?”  Frank cocks his eyebrow up looking at him.

“She’s fucking cheating one me.  On me!  And Ransom fucking Drysdale likes rubbing my face in it. He’s started sending them to me when I’m not down here. So, she’s sneaking around on her lunchbreak or some shit. She has been leaving a lot more.”

Frank sighs, continuing to watch the video.  Knowing that Andy is about to hit his breaking point.  “We could come up with an arrangement.”

“No.  I’m making her my wife.  I don’t need her fucking Ransom and you.”

“Suit yourself,” Frank has no intentions to stop sending the photos.  Every few days he sends Andy some.  Each time Andy calls he hears the anger in his voice.  Knowing how irritated he is, and still he doesn’t let up.  Waiting for him to crumble. Randomly letting it be known he could keep you occupied while he spent time in Florida.

For once, Andy calls him first.  Frank stops his research on one of Andy’s cases to answer the call.  “Here’s the deal, you come here, you pretend to be me.  She isn’t to know.”

“You tired of her stepping out on you?”

“I’ll make sure she knows how tired of it I am.  Are you coming or not?  I’ll buy your ticket now.  If you could lay off the sex, that would be great.

Frank scoffs, like that is ever going to be an option.  “Right.  I’ll just share the bed with her, and not have sex with her.”

“Don’t force her.”

“Do you give her the choice of if she gets to have sex with you or not?” Frank knows the answer.  If Andy wants to have sex with you, there’s not stopping him.

“Your flight leaves at 10:00am tomorrow.  Make sure you’re there.”

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Frank sees your figure inside the house, and he tries in vain to adjust himself to look more like Andy.  He didn’t have the time to grow out his beard, or to even fix his hair from off the plane.  There’s a part of him that doesn’t think you’ll believe this charade.  A part of him that’s ready to fly back to Florida, because this is just wrong.  “Andy?”

“Oh, uh, hey sweetheart.”

“What’re you doing still outside?” you take a step closer to Frank, your hand brushing over his beard, “I’m sorry about last night.  I shouldn’t have pushed you.  I’m sorry,” Frank is unaware of exactly what you’re talking about, but feeling your hand on him makes his eyes flutter.  “What made you decide to do something different with your beard?  Hair is different too.”

Frank pushes your hands down and holds them, “I used the wrong guard this morning, when shaving, and the hair is because I was running late.  Supper smells amazing though, sweetheart, how about we eat.”

Frank is overly cautious around you.  Paranoid that you will in fact know that he isn’t Andy, and somehow, you’re completely oblivious.  It’s odd seeing how you interact with him now, versus when he first met you.  You had been a bit more carefree; your actions weren’t quite as calculated as they are now.  Halfway through talking after supper, he saw a glimmer of that girl again, but then you noticed the clock, “Andy, I’m sorry babe.  We were just having a good conversation, and I didn’t want to ignore you.  It’s my fault, but let me get the kitchen cleaned up, and I’ll meet you in the bedroom, okay, daddy?”

Frank tries not to react, but this whole interaction sets him on edge, “Okay,” he watches your face fall for a moment, “Honey.”

“I’m sorry.  I’ll be a good girl next time.”

There it is.  Andy did it, he had trained you.  It’s what Andy said he would do; he just didn’t think that Andy was taking it quite literally.  Watching your movements, he knows you’re looking for praise.  Everything is quick, but effortlessly.  “You’re doing such a good job, honey,” you preen at the approval from him.  It’s almost sick how well Andy has you trained.

He doesn’t notice that just his presence in there with you, has made your heart swell, your eyes constantly looking over at him with a fond smile.  A few more moments, and he sees you relax, acting like you had when he had taken you out on a date.  “Come here,” he tells you, pulling you into his chest.  Placing your right hand on his shoulder, her places his left hand on your hip, and pulls your left hand to his, to start dancing.

“There’s no music.”

“Shh...” he tells you before he starts to hum an old love song.  You sway along to the beat of his hums.  Getting comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest, holding onto him like nothing else matters.  Only him, and you’re reminded of who you fell in love with.  It’s been too long since the two of you have had such a sweet and intimate moment.  Frank presses his lips against the top of your head, and you sigh with contentment.  This is the Andy you fell for.

Finishing his dancing with you he steps back, before pick you up to place you on the counter.  “God, I don’t deserve you.  You’re so perfect, and I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever done.”

“I love you, Andy,” you answer, smoothing your hand down his face.  With a drifting hand Frank moves you dress above you, giving you a wicked grin, when he realizes that you’re completely nude underneath.  “Always ready for you daddy.”

Sinking to his knees, he spreads your thighs, pulling your core closer to him.  There is something so beautiful about having Andy on his knees for you, it’s not something that happens often.  His lips kiss up your thighs, your head throwing back in ecstasy, but when he halts his movements, you look down at him staring at the bruising he had left behind the night prior.  “I’m sorry, babe, I just bruise easily.”

Frank is disgusted, pulling you off the counter, he turns you to bend you over.  His hand smooths over your backside, and you stiffen again.  The skin, heated, raw, and even more bruising.  Embarrassed at the attention he’s giving you, “Andy please, stop.  I said I was sorry,” his lips kiss all over the bruising.  You don’t see it, but Frank’s eyes fill with tears as he attempts to kiss away the pain.  “Andy...can you...Andy...” your voice whines, and you’re unable to vocalize what you want.  “Andy!”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I want you to stop.”

“I’m sorry.  It shouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m sorry,” your body turns to face him, and you pull him up off the floor.  Your own eyes leaking as he looks at you.  “I shouldn’t have made you mad.  Can we just, go to the bedroom?  Things feel too open in here.”

“Lead the way,” grabbing his hand you lead him to the bedroom, already crawling on the bed for him to fuck into you.  “No, you’re riding me tonight, sweetheart.”

Not too often does Andy relinquish the power during sex.  Everything is usually his to control, so when Frank allows you to undress him slowly, and he slinks on the bed, fisting his thick cock, you don’t hesitate to fully undress, crawling over him, and your voice whimpers as you sink over his girthy length.  Doing nothing but sinking to the root and you’re already panting.  This tender Andy is doing something to you, without doing anything.

With one roll of your hips his hands smooth up and down your thighs as you rock over him.  Every touch on your skin seems so loving and gentle, and you’re soaking his cock at the mere feel of his calloused fingers.  “You’re doing so good for me honey.  You like it too, huh pretty girl?”

“Uh-huh,” you murmur as a convulsion runs through your body.  Frank gets up on his elbows to fully watch you working yourself on his cock, mesmerized by the movements of your body.  “Andy,” you choke out.  Whispering his name like a prayer.  Your body overflowing with pleasure.

“Go on, you can do it. I'm right here, pretty girl. Riding my cock so well,” he breathlessly tells you; his hand goes to your clit to work in tandem with your hips.  “That’s it, just like that honey.  So good, doing such a good...fuuuck...” he growls when your walls flutter around him.  “Almost there.  Working my.  Cock.  So.  Well.”

A few more rolls of your hips and your body succumbs to your high, his directly behind you.  “You look beautiful coming undone on my cock.”

You slowly work through your high before pulling off of him.  “Don’t go,” he whispers.  “Lay on me,” he spreads his thighs a bit more, before you settle over him.  Using his chest as a pillow.  Frank’s hands smooth up and down your back, until you’ve fully calmed down.  Asleep and softly snoring on Frank.  “He doesn’t deserve you,” he whispers to your sleeping form.  “But neither do I.  Maybe Ransom is the one for you.”

“Ran,” your voice echoes in your sleep.  Frank should have known then.

“Ran!  We’re going to be late,” you yell up at your grumpy husband with a giggle.  He hates this.  Hates everything about it, but he does it just for you.  “Harlan, need anything before I leave you?”

“I don’t know why you insist on a babysitter when I’m here.”

“Maybe because Ransom’s kids are a little too rambunctious.  Story will talk you to death, Blade will confuse you, and we gotta make sure Aster and Iris aren’t trying to sneak out,” you walk back over to the stairs, “Hugh Ransom Drysdale!  Get your cute little ass down here.”

“Why is he being grumpy today?” Harlan asks as Story comes running into the room to sit with Harlan.

“Wait for it,” you say, walking back.

“Where are you going dressed like that?”

You just laugh, ignoring the question, “So should they ask, all the information is on the fridge.  I’m about to kill your grandson.  Bladey, come here baby boy.  I need my kisses,” he walks into the room, and you pick up your not so little boy anymore, when Iris and Aster walk in.

“Why is he avoiding you?” Aster asks.

“You’ll see.  Ransom!” the soft padding of his feet starts walking down the stairs, and your t-shirt and shorts ensemble make sense.  Your husband is very casually dressed; jeans, black shirt, and a Boston Red Sox hat, even his face isn’t clean shaven like usual.  Ransom starts to make a smart comment, until he sees your face looking like you’re ready to pounce him.

“Nope, out the door you two.  You got tickets, you can jump on the bed later,” Harlan laughs pointing at the door.

“Well, well, Mrs. Drysdale, you ready to go to Fenway?”

“I’m ready to go wherever with you.”

“Stay here?”

“NO!” the room shouts, and the two of you laugh.  He grabs your hand, and leads you outside.

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“Ooh, Ran, let’s get some Cracker Jacks?”

“Why?” he asks but walks over to the stand.

“We’re at a ballgame.  You have to have Cracker Jacks.  Oh, and peanuts!  How about we get some pizza too?”

He gives you an odd look, “You never eat like this.  Is there something you need to tell me?”

“No!”

“We can fix that really quickly,” his eyes look around Fenway, “I’m sure we can find some place.”

“We’re at a ballgame.  You gotta eat all the food baby.”

“I can think of something else I’d like to eat,” you playfully smack at his belly.  “What?  Don’t act like I didn’t see you checking me out walking down those stairs.  What is Kitten?  Is it the hat?  The beard?  The clothes?”

“It’s the necklace,” you inform him asking for a couple of boxes of Cracker Jacks.

“The necklace?” you just nod your head and start to walk away.  “What’s the deal with the necklace?”

“I can imagine it hanging over my body as you fuck me,” answering casually before going to find your seat.

“Woah, woah, wait...don’t walk away from this.  We need to find a place to go.”

“There’s a game.  You’ll have to wait.”

“Such a fucking tease.  I’m never taking this thing off if it makes you that horny.”