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April 4 and 10, 2029

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CW: Explicit language, domestic abuse, dub con smut, escaping abuse. MDNI. 3.5K Words.

April 4, 2029.

I woke up around 5am that morning, and was only awake a few minutes when Raphael began to move in the bed.

He reached over for his phone on the nightstand, and sighed as he turned off his alarms, saying, “fuck it, I’m not going back to sleep.”

Raphael set his phone back down once his alarms were off, and he turned to face me in the dark room, but I decided to ask him something that had been bothering me since yesterday, “now that you’re sober, do you remember how the children reacted to you when you attacked me?”

His eyes closed, suddenly not able to meet my eye. Still, he spoke, “yeah. That really stung.”

“So did getting hit,” I responded, angrier than I’d ever been, “actually, you know what fucked me up the most? The way my children burst into tears the moment you left. Why did you do this to me in front of them?”

“I had a rough day at work. I didn’t see the kids, I just saw you, and I was so damn mad…” Raphael explained, “it’s fucked up, I know, but I won’t do it again.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice rising, “open your fucking eyes. You can’t even look at me when you say that. Jesus fucking Christ, you’re such an ass.”

I got off the bed, walking over to the closet to get dressed for the day. I wasn’t even working that day, I just wanted to get away from Raphael.

He got off the bed though, and walked over to the closet, touching my waist as he spoke, “I can’t look you in the eye if you run away from me.”

That just made me angrier.

Well, baby let’s get numb ‘cause I can’t run from all of this no more. I want payback.

I turned to him aggressively, pushing his arm off me, “don’t fucking touch me.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he responded in return, and got closer to my face, “why are you raising your voice and fighting me?”

“Raphael, I was feeding our children. You came home from work and started beating me violently in front of them! Theo had to move you away from me! Did you forget what you did? I’m not overreacting, you’re abusive!” I seethed in response.

“Get away from me,” I told him, he was cornering me into the closet.

Raphael continued walking closer to me, shoving me hard into the closet when I started to struggle, and then shutting the closet door behind him.

“I told you I’m sorry,” Raphael repeated, but he got up close to me. He leaned down to look at me, making eye contact with me, his eyes were so dark and scary, “I need you, Lola… Just forgive me and move on, I won’t hurt you. If you keep trying to hold it against me like this though…”

“How am I holding it against you, I’m trying to make you accountable! Raphael, you’ve been hitting me every few days since December, you’ve been drinking and using drugs again,” I put space in between us, but eventually I was on the floor in a corner and he was crouched right in front of me.

“I’ll stop,” he told me, leaning closer and pressing his mouth forcefully to mine.

I pushed against my husband at first, hitting his chest with one hand and shoving him with the other, “stop…” I choked out in between kisses.

He just got more intense, his heat filled the room, and I heard his belt unbuckle. When he pulled away for a second, I spoke, “you saying you’ll stop and then immediately forcing me into sex so you can avoid the tougher parts of this conversation, doesn’t make me believe you’ll really stop.”

His cock was out and it was full of blood, throbbing hard. Raphael smacked me hard across the face, and started pulling off my panties, “you need to get over it.”

“Fuck you,” I told him angrily turning my eyes to find his.

He hit me in the face again, and again, then started to ram his cock in. I wasn’t wet, it definitely hurt, but he just continued pushing, groaning as he did, “so fucking tight… I never know how you take all of it.”

“I hate that you always lie,” was all I mustered out, as his persistent pushing got him all the way inside of me. I let out a moan as I felt him filling me, and my eyes closed.

He thrusted repeatedly, “but you love me. You’ll always love me. You’re my wife, you’re my Doll.”

My body opened to him so readily once we were in a rhythm, and my eyes opened to look into his, that fire was a shared one, “I do love you, but you hurt me more than you love me.”

“Don’t quantify my love for you, I know what I feel,” the pounding sensation continued, his cock ramming against my cervix with every deep stroke.

Some part of me knew that I wouldn’t have sex with my husband again for a long time, so I gave in to his thrusts and his hungry kisses. Our mouths swapped spit as our bodies slammed into each other.

I enjoyed myself in that moment, and it ended with my pussy squeezing around his cock as we both orgasmed. He released all his seed inside me, and I made sure to take all of it. We kissed for a moment.

“I’ve got to get ready for work,” Raphael told me, giving me another kiss, before helping me up and leading me out of the closet.

…

Around 9am, there was a knock at the front door. Raphael was gone, and had been for an hour. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I looked through the peephole and was surprised to see Natalie and Catalina standing on the other side.

There was a problem though, my face was covered in bruises from the night before. I knew I couldn’t open the door without makeup. Every other time my friends had seen me after a fight, I would put on make up and cover it all up.

I think that day I just didn’t care anymore, because I unlocked the door, and greeted my friends quietly, “morning…”

The reactions were instant with both of their eyes widening. Catalina spoke first, “Dolores, what happened?”

I stepped aside and invited my best friends in.

Catalina was six feet tall, Mexican, with dark hair and brown eyes. I met her in 2nd grade, at a school I only stayed at for six months, and then in middle school was reconnected with her. We were friends throughout middle school, becoming closer friends in high school, and really understanding our connection as adults. She was very much like a sister to me.

I had that sister connection with a few girls, and Natalie was one of those few as well.

Natalie and I met online when I was in high school through a shared community we were very involved in. The two of us wrote stories on Instagram and were huge supporters of the others content. She was five foot five inches tall, with freckled fair skin, red hair, and sweet brown eyes.

I explained the night before to the girls, then trailed off in mentioning the abuse had been near-constant for months, now.

We were sitting in the living room when Natalie shook her head, “Dolores… this has been happening for months… Has he done this in front of the kids before? Why have you stayed? We’re all here for you and them, you do not have to stay.”

Cataline didn’t say a word, she was red-faced and angry on the couch for a second, so I responded, “he’s never beat me in front of the kids. So I just let it go every time. The kids have heard… But, when they’ve asked what’s wrong, I always lie and tell them something else happened…”

“Yeah, you need to get away from him, Dolores,” Natalie sighed and rubbed her head, “oh my god.”

“So, this has been happening consistently since your vow renewals?” my Cat finally asked, “we asked you. Why didn’t you tell us something had happened before? I could tell something was wrong… You gaslit me, hermana. You’re not staying here tonight.”

“Quite dominant of you to be ordering me around, Cat,” I tried to respond with a tease, but it fell flat.

Couldn’t blame them, they were staring at a very bruised face of their closest friend. On top of that, this was the mother to their godchildren, and their godchildren, being around an extremely violent man.

“I’m serious, Dolores. Do you want to stay with him tonight? He’s a ticking time bomb. There’s nothing stopping him from killing you, or hurting or killing the children. He’s on drugs! Dude, you’re not fucking staying here!” Catalina was getting louder, but it wasn’t even a shout, she was just so adamant.

“I know I look bad, but…” I responded, I think trying to sympathize with my husband.

Natalie interrupted to me, “is he willing to go to therapy or rehab? You shouldn’t even think about interacting with him until he’s clean. Dolores, your face is swollen. Your eyes are black and blue. Actually, what did your sons say when you woke them this morning?”

I choked back a sob, “they’re not up yet, bed time was later last night.”

“Did you put them to sleep earlier so you would have time to get ready in the morning to cover all that up? Did you know it was going to be this bad?” Natalie asked me, so confused, but not judging me. She just wanted to understand more.

“Okay, first of all… Let’s get make up on so they don’t see how bad it was, but you need to leave this house. You need to go wake them up, no one is staying here alone with him,” Cat commented, turning her attention to the time.

“I’ll get make-up on, and I’ll wake up the kids, but I’m not going to bring any of my things. We’ll probably be back within a couple days,” I felt tears fall down my face as I said that.

“Is that really best for your kids? For you to go back to him before he’s sober? I’ll answer that for you, no,” Natalie spoke up.

I sighed, “he’s my husband. He’s their father, I can’t just walk away from him.”

“He’s physically abusing you and addicted to drugs,” Catalina reminded me, adding, “let’s get you and the kids out of here, go do your make up, we’ll…”

She was interrupted by my phone as it started to ring with a face time call from Raphael, I grabbed my phone and saw it was him, so I quickly got up, “I’ll go do my make up and talk to him.”

I rushed away from the girls before they could protest, and answered Raphael as I walked to the master bathroom, “how’s work, hon?”

“Annoying, there’s a new project that’s taking everyone’s attention,” he explained, sighing and looking at my face on the screen as I walked through the hall, “where are you going?”

“Our bathroom,” I said, as I flicked the lights on, closing the door behind me and placing the phone down on the counter where Raphael could see me.

Raphael mindlessly talked about his project, as I assessed the terrible facial bruises in the mirror. There were several bruises, with very few skin left unharmed, and all different colors. I got my make up out, and just started to mindlessly cover my bruises.

“Are you listening to me?” Raphael asked, his voice irritated.

“Yes, hon, you were talking about work,” I repeated back to him.

He scoffed, and looked at the screen, “who’s in the house with you?”

I was confused, “just the kids.”

“You didn’t invite anybody over?” Before I could respond, he added, “honestly, I think you’re lying to me. I’m sure someone else is over.”

“It’s literally just me and the kids,” I was angrier with my response this time, I was staring at my bruised face and I hated that I constantly would be victimized by him, “how would you react if Eden’s husband was questioning her and abusing her the way you do me?”

If we had a daughter… the emotional torture, from the head of your high table…

Raphael laughed and that only pissed me off more, only for him to say, “depends, is Eden going to grow up to be a disgusting whore of a liar like her mother? I doubt it. I feel like my daughter would have some common sense. Who the fuck is at the house with you other than the kids?”

I had applied my foundation, contour, and everything was blended in, so I responded to him with aggravation, “No one! Raphael, can you listen to yourself? Are you telling me Eden would deserve to be abused?”

“If she acts anything like you, yeah,” he responded, confidently, then added, “I know Julius is over.”

“He isn’t,” I told him, and then looked into the camera to respond to him, “I can’t believe you just said our daughter would deserve to be abused. But, I know what I heard you say. Respectfully, until you get therapy and go to rehab, I want nothing to do with you.”

“I’m fine, you’re fucking dramatic,” he shot back, then added, “I’m not doing that shit. I’m a good husband, you’re over reacting to what I said about Eden.”

“Fuck you, Raphael,” I flipped him off, hanging up the call.

I thought about the consequences of running away from my husband, our settled life, and everything we had built together. I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy decision or an easy switch.

For once though, what he had said pushed me over the edge. None of my children deserved to be abused, nobody did. Him trying to justify any situation in which our daughter was being abused? That’s too fucking far.

The problem was he was right that she would learn how to act from being his daughter. She would grow up watching me be abused, and she would then look for the same type of man to marry. He’ll be just like her dad in that he’ll love to abuse the woman he claims to love.

Eden will accept that. She will live that, she will search for that. She will stand in front of the mirror, alone in the bathroom as her husband calls to scream at her. She’ll stare at the make up she just put on to cover all the bruises and she’ll realize the color just… Isn’t dark enough to cover all of them.

She’d do what you’d taught her, she’d meet the same cruel fate. So, now I’ve gotta run so I can undo this mistake.

Except, Eden won’t accept that. She won’t live that, she won’t search for that.

I’m here in front of this mirror by choice, I cover these bruises to avoid fear in the eyes of my children. If they see the bruises, they will know what their father did had major consequences to me and they will fear their father.

Even though they won’t see him for some time, not until he can prove that he’s clean and gone to therapy, I still don’t want our children fearing him. They don’t deserve to come out of this separation knowing that their father was an abuser.

Call me stupid, call me whatever you want.

What matters to me is that my children see me step away from their father for the betterment of myself, and they are still able to feel safe with their father. As long as he is safe for them to be around, of course.

He started calling me back the moment I had hung up, so I muted my phone. I quickly added more contour, within a couple seconds managing to darken my foundation to hide all the bruises.

I checked myself in the light one more time, checked myself up close, and went to wake up my kids. We were leaving, and I would be taking my things.

Getting the kids to go in the car with Natalie and Catalina was easy, they were all super excited to see their favorite godmothers.

I felt so mentally fucked up, so I went back into the house to collect everything we needed. I thought the quiet space alone would give me room to think. Once I was alone in the house though, I realized it really wasn’t that quiet.

How is that I hadn’t noticed this before?

I walked through the house and every corner holds a different memory. A different argument, a different item thrown. There’s so much screaming, it’s endless. The kids keep laughing in the back of my head, but whenever him and I are alone in here lately…

We tear it to shreds and we’re both hurt in the end.

I wandered like a robot through the house for everything important that I need, grabbing all the documents for the children, grabbing all my documents, getting suitcases packed.

I finally answered my husband’s incessant calls, only for him to instantly yell at me, “what the fuck are you doing, Dolores!”

“Ignoring you, it’s fucking simple,” I responded, and hung up on him again. Setting the phone aside and grabbing plenty of clothes for each of the kids.

I packed one and a half suitcases with clothing and necessary baby items including toys and a bag of milk bottles, with the remaining half of the suitcase being occupied by my clothes, a pair of flops, my bagged hygiene products… You get it.

I rolled the suitcases out of the house, I had zipped the documents inside the suitcases since we wouldn’t be flying anywhere. Raphael hadn’t stopped calling me, but I was done looking at the phone.

Catalina and Natalie took over the luggage and helped me by getting them in the trunk.

I got in the passenger seat of Catalina’s car and she drove me and the kids to her house. Natalie had a small rental car, so she would meet us at Cat’s home.

As Cat drove, I got another call from Raphael and decided to answer. He was in his car, driving, and shouted when I answered the phone, “where are you? Are you in his car?”

“I’m not in his car, I am leaving you until you get rehab and therapy,” I only spoke loud enough for him to hear.

“Dolores, are you fucking insane? You better…”

I didn’t let him finish, hanging up the call again and looking out the car window as the neighborhood disappeared behind us. I saw his car as it entered the community.

April 10, 2029.

I had savings and my job pays well so I knew the kids and I would be taken care of. By April 10, I was moving us into another house. This house was within Phoenix city limits, but decently far from the central area where we had lived.

It was a three bedroom house, and had about as much space as my last home, with a decently sized dirt backyard.

I invited Natalie and Catalina over to help with the furniture, with them showing up within an hour. We helped each other set everything up, and had the house mostly furnished within four or five hours.

By the time the girls left, the kids had all passed out in their beds. Still, I went to check on them one more time before heading to bed myself.

Theo and Leon were each in bed, sleeping soundly, squeezing their stuffed animals in their arms. I kissed their little heads one more time, then left, closing the door behind me.

In Eden’s room, she had gotten out of her bed, and passed out on the floor while playing with her toys. I picked her up, tucking her back into bed.

Eden sunk into the bed, cooing in her sleep. I kissed her head, and got up and left.

I sighed once away from my children, they deserved the best and I knew that. My world felt like it was in shambles but…

When it’s hopeless, I start to notice that I still feel alive.

I had them, and they needed me. So, I would do everything to take care of them while trying to fix my marriage separately. I refused to let them down.

bit of a temporary conclusion to Raphael, no one has been feeling him lately so it is time for him to work on himself until he's a better husband. more DIE posts will be coming soon.

SONG REFERENCES Payback by BAD CHILD labour by Paris Paloma still feel. by half alive

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August 2, 2025

This short post is about D's labor with her and Raphael's son, lot of CW's ahead. This is does have a happy ending, though, so I hope everyone enjoys!

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I had entered the hospital early that morning with Raphael at my side...

CW: difficult labor resulting in rapid blood loss, mentions of vomiting, hospital setting, blood collection and transfusion mentions, near-death experience. 500 words.

...My water had broken a few hours before we had arrived, but I had delayed going to the hospital just a bit.

Even arriving after a delay, our son was still not ready to come out, and I went through a pretty agonizing labor. About mid-day, Raphael was calling my mother to come to the hospital.

By that point, I had started to bleed, but not a lot. I was holding up really well, and kept a pretty jovial personality the whole way through, sometimes cracking jokes in the heat of a contraction to help Raphael calm down.

He was definitely panicking, and I know it was warranted…

When my mom arrived, she was brought into another room immediately for her blood to be collected. Only about 35 minutes had passed since she was called, and I had started losing a lot more blood.

I was still seemingly in good spirits, but I was quieter, and my eyes and face were getting dull. Raphael was in panic mode, he had never seen me so weak and was worried he’d be losing me.

I remember trying to crack jokes, but soon I was vomiting.

Within seconds, there were IV’s, blood transplants from my mother, and the voice of a scared Raphael, “hurry! Fuck, hurry!”

There was a moment where I felt myself losing consciousness, I could feel everything around me, but I was standing or floating? Apart from myself, and then I started to lose everything.

I was in quite a lot of pain, and our son was not budging. My cervix was expanding, but my son just wasn’t coming out, I needed to push.

The issue was that I was so weak after all the blood I lost. My brain essentially was convinced that I was dying, and I started to die.

Even after the transplants, my body was like, too heavy to move. Like I had already gone into the mode of a corpse. Emotionally, I died, and my body felt so weak.

My mom’s blood literally saved my life.

For a couple hours, I barely moved, and then I finally gathered the strength.

I sat up and started pushing, giving birth to Leon at 8:15pm.

Leon had tufts of dark hair and he was a fat baby. He laid on my chest with his eyes closed, and a little scowl on his face that reminded me a lot of his father.

Raphael’s eyes were bright for once. He looked at Leon and I with an expression that showed care and concern. Finally, he spoke, “he’s so beautiful… you’re so beautiful. Thank you, Dolores.”

“That labor was scary,” I finally admitted to him.

He nodded his head, a sigh escaping his lips, “yeah that was terrifying.”

“Do you want to hold him?” I asked, looking up at Raphael.

“Please,” he pulled up a chair and I handed Leon over to him slowly.

Raphael took him into his arms, cradling him, and then sitting down, “he’s so pudgy but small…”

“He has your hair,” I laughed and pointed.

“I’m so lucky to have you and him here right now, Dolores. Thank you…”

#cw labor #cw blood #tw body horror #cw hospital #dark romance #lyondie #bluestlyon #writeblr #booklr

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valyalyon · 2 months

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She Exists Adrift Master List

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Synopsis

Rosalia is a runaway, trying to find her place in a turbulent world. This story follows her as she loves and loses, and will be divided into individual stories for each man she's with. A dark romance, with plenty of smut and diverse characters.

All posts will have trigger/content warnings at the top if there is any mature content being discussed.

Posts may or may not be released in chronological order, instead refer to this post for an accurate timeline as content is released. Refer to the character section below for character-specific content.

Blue will have con/dub-con sexual content, red will have non-consensual sexual content. Posts of either color will have CW's, so feel free to further investigate the post to confirm if you're comfortable reading <3

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regular text 3rd person story, bold for emphasis, italics for poems/diary entries, bold-italicized purple for song lyrics.

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Chronological List

1 Red Highway

2 Red Highway

3 Red Highway

4 Red Highway

5 Red Highway

6 Red Highway

7 Red Highway

1 Roadside Rhapsody

2 Roadside Rhapsody

3 Roadside Rhapsody

4 Roadside Rhapsody

5 Roadside Rhapsody

6 Roadside Rhapsody

7 Roadside Rhapsody

1 Harvest Whispers

2 Harvest Whispers

3 Harvest Whispers

Characters

Lazarus James

1 Red Highway

2 Red Highway

3 Red Highway

4 Red Highway

5 Red Highway

6 Red Highway

7 Red Highway

Rocco Bennett

1 Roadside Rhapsody

2 Roadside Rhapsody

3 Roadside Rhapsody

4 Roadside Rhapsody

5 Roadside Rhapsody

6 Roadside Rhapsody

7 Roadside Rhapsody

Jasper Conrad

1 Harvest Whispers

2 Harvest Whispers

3 Harvest Whispers

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valyalyon · 25 days

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1 Roadside Rhapsody

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CW: explicit language, descriptive con smut, size kink with male character being much larger than female character. MDNI. 2.6K words.

She wandered through those woods all alone for hours, the sun rising on October 20, 2018. She stumbled into another little town, and walked her way down the little streets to find the main convenience store. Every town along the Red Highway had one big convenience store right off the Highway.

Finding it after another few minutes of walking, she stumbled in and went through the aisles looking for what she needed. She needed a new top since her other one had been torn, so she found a “I Love the Red Highway�� shirt in her size.

Her jacket at this time was zipped up to cover her bare chest, and she heard a car pulling into the gas station outside. She looked for a second, mostly to make sure it wasn’t a solo motorcycle. She had been on edge all night.

It wasn’t a motorcycle, instead it was a converted vintage van, and hopping out the driver’s side was a handsome young man with dark skin. His hair was brown, curly, and a lot longer than LJ’s. The man walked towards the store.

She turned her attention back to what she needed, walking to get a salty snack and then grabbing a large water from one of the freezers. By this point the door had opened and the man was walking towards the back to grab something.

She made her way to the cashier and set everything down for the angry old lady to scan. The woman behind the counter was irritated, didn’t say good morning, and gave her the total as soon as she finished scanning, “$35.”

She nodded her head and went to get her wallet out of her pocket, as the man came to queue up in line behind.

Feeling around, she found that her pockets were empty. She muttered to herself, trying to remember where she had left her wallet, patting down her jacket pockets to… nothing.

She sighed, exasperated, and then took the items off the counter, “I’m sorry, I’ll put them back.”

Moving out of the mans way, she started walking towards the clothes, but the man reached out, grabbing her arm, “hey! Sorry.”

He pulled his hand away and then continued, “I’ll get that for you.”

He set his drink and snacks down on the counter, “add this to hers, please.” He told the woman.

“You don’t have to do that,” she replied helplessly, holding her items to her chest and feeling overwhelmed. Why was a stranger being nice to her?

“Please, let me,” he said, smiling at her, and then handing cash over to the cashier for everything.

The lady took the money, counted it and then gave him his change and the receipt, telling the girl to leave.

Nodding her head, the girl followed the man out. He held the door open for her and looked at her as they stood outside the convenience store, “my name is Rocco Bennett, what’s your name?”

She looked over at him, nervously at first, but then took his waiting hand in hers, “nice to meet you. My name is Angel James.”

“Nice to meet you, Angel,” he smiled back at her, and then asked, “where are you heading?”

“Just trying to leave here, no specific direction,” Angel explained sheepishly, looking into his honey brown eyes.

“I’m headed to Laguna Hills… I’ve been making music for years and I want to pursue a career out there,” Rocco told her, pointing to the van, “it’s a pretty far drive though so I have to be comfortable.”

“I hear that’s where all the celebrities are,” Angel commented, “City of the Stars, you sure you can handle that much drama, Mr. Bennett?”

He chuckled and looked at her smiling, “I definitely can. Want to head out that way with me?”

“I don’t know… We did just meet,” she laughed, trying not to be rude. She wanted a ride, she couldn’t lie, but she didn’t want to be raped again.

Rocco nodded his head, “yeah that’s probably nerve-wracking for you. You have no reason to trust me, but if you come along with me, you can get off and leave me anywhere you want. I wouldn’t keep you anywhere against your will.”

“Is that because you’re a good man?” Angel asked with raised brows.

“Yes, but also because you look like the type to be a bird. Birds shouldn’t be caged, they’re prettier when they’re free,” Rocco tried to explain.

Angel giggled, “okay that was kind of cute. I just don’t want you to demand sex from me… I’ve been through a lot and I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.”

“You don’t have to ever give me sex,” Rocco promised, and looked at her, “I won’t take it, either… I’m not the type to step over a girl’s boundaries.”

She didn’t know why she was willing to trust him, but the way he looked at her… She just trusted him. So she followed him to the van, where he showed her around.

The bed was in the back and there was a little kitchen area and a little toilet that he kept clean. His entire room was pretty clean, with the bed unmade though, and his pillows everywhere.

He had sticky notes with song lyrics all over his dashboard and roof, a pen and pad near him for if inspiration struck suddenly. His guitar was on the bed as if he’d forgotten to put it away.

The radio was always playing in his van, he’d reveal. He’d go through all the popular stations for each genre of music, and he’d listen to the different selections of songs, singing along to all the ones he’d known.

That was the part that always amazed Angel, Rocco seemed to know so many songs bar for bar. He’d sing the lyrics without missing a beat, and he’d drum his foot along the floor of the van as he drove.

…

After a week in and out of little towns, the two were on their last 40 miles along the Red Highway. It was getting dark, and they had heard at their last town that it would probably snow that night. Not wanting to drive through a snow storm at night, Rocco made the decision to pull the van over in a dirt rest lot along the highway.

Since they started on their trip to Laguna Hills together, Rocco had been sleeping in the front seat of the van, letting Angel occupy the bed. That night, though, she was worried about how cold it was going to be. He didn’t have a blanket, she was the one sleeping with his blanket.

She knew she couldn’t stand the cold either, so it wasn’t an option to just trade places. Holding her breath, and nervous, she looked up from the bed to Rocco, “do you want to sleep in the bed tonight? It’s going to be really cold.”

“I can’t just invade your space like that,” He responded casually, taking his shoes off and getting ready to get comfortable in the chair.

“This is your van, Rocco. It’s not an invasion of space, please… I don’t need you getting frostbite, you’re the one driving us!” Angel tried to make him feel comfortable with the last sentence, she wanted him to loosen up.

He laughed and then looked over his shoulder at her, she was sitting on the bed with the blanket all over her, her green eyes sweet and inviting.

He probably knew it wasn’t the best idea for them to start anything, he probably knew that Angel had left something behind, but, he couldn’t help himself.

Rocco stood up and went over to the bed, he had already taken his pants off and was walking over in some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt he had.

It was all tight on his body, and Angel glanced along the outlines of his arms, scooting deeper into the bed to give him space to get in.

He was taller than Lazarus, and his skin was darker. His hair a bit long and chocolate brown, his eyes a rich honey color.

As he crawled into the bed, she handed him the other side of the blanket, and the two laid down.

It was pretty late, the two were often up at 4am just having coffee and talking, but this night was different. Neither seemed to be able to fall asleep.

“You’re so warm…” he commented, and then touched her back with his hand, gently.

Angel had been listening to him sing every day that last week, and she really liked to hear him speak so when she heard him, her ears perked up.

“Sorry, is it too much?” Angel asked, and then turned to face him.

They were right next to each other on the bed, and they were eye to eye. She was definitely nervous, she knew what this situation could quickly turn into.

“It’s nice, sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you,” Rocco cleared his throat, and gave her a closed smile.

“No, it’s okay… Your hands are pretty cold… Were the fans on?” Angel didn’t break her eye contact with him, but she smiled softly at him and reached for his hands.

“Yeah,” he said and then gave her his hands.

“You have to start pointing those away from your hands or shutting them off…” She rubbed his hands with hers, and focused her attention on that for a second.

He cleared his throat, and looked at her, “no, you’re right… Thank you… Your hands are on fire, Angel.”

She laughed and then made eye contact with him again as she let go of his hands, “I think your hands should be warm enough now, then.”

“I feel like we’ll burn alive if we touch each other,” Rocco commented, off-handedly, and then looked over her face, “I should call you Star — Angel really doesn’t fit.”

“So, you don’t think I’m absolutely angelic?” she asked, her face completely serious.

“Uh… No… I mean, you’re gorgeous, but you’re like bad to the core, you’re super hot because of that,” he tried to explain himself, “so that’s why Star. Also, you give life by being you.”

“Well, that was really nice,” Angel smiled at him, “I’ll let you call me Star, if I can call you Radio Boy.”

He laughed and nodded his head, “deal, Star.”

“Good night, then, Radio Boy,” Angel told him and then turned away from him again. This time though, she caught herself scooting closer to him.

Rocco held his breath for a second, and then he exhaled slowly, feeling her heat underneath their shared blanket.

He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t think he was entitled to it. He just wanted to know if she wanted him too. He decided to move closer to her.

Within a couple minutes, Angel started scooting back a little bit and Rocco finished closing the distance between them.

Now cuddling, Rocco wrapped his strong arms around her, and started to rub himself against her from behind, he whispered into her ear, “You can ask me to stop… at any point.”

She remembered her past with Lazarus, and she remembered telling him that she loved him. She wondered if she still loved him, but as Rocco’s hands started to roam underneath her shirt, she decided that moving on would be the best scenario.

“Don’t stop,” Angel moaned softly, looking over her shoulder into his honey eyes.

He nodded his head, and kissed her on the lips, groping her breasts as he did so, “your body is amazing…”

Angel rubbed her ass against his crotch, trembling as one of his hands went in between her legs. He took off her panties and then his fingers felt around, touching her wet pussy and immediately searching for her clit.

She helped guide his fingers to her clit, and she felt his cock hardening against her. She moaned and searched for another kiss from him.

Happily, he kissed her, rubbing his fingers into her clit at the same time. He stopped kissing her to speak for a second, “I want to be inside of you…”

“That’s… fuck… Do you have a condom?” She was moaning, but staring up at him with her worried eyes.

“Yes ma’am, I do,” he started fingering her pussy at the same time, and then quickly pulled away to grab a box of condoms out of the glove box.

When he came back, he pulled Angel to the edge of the bed and got on his knees in front of her. He started eating her out, staring up at her as he did so, “swear to you, I’ll write a song about tonight in the morning.”

“I bet you will,” she laughed, grinding her hips into his greedy tongue. Her lips trembled with moans and she held her breasts for support.

Within a couple minutes, she was trembling with the onset of an orgasm. As she finished, he pulled his pants down and grabbed a condom from the box.

He unwrapped the condom and she watched as he wrapped it around his rock hard 9 inch cock.

She held her legs open for him, staring through them up at him, “that’s real big, Mister Bennett… you sure he’ll fit?”

“No, but I am hopeful,” Rocco laughed, he was stroking his cock as he slowly put the tip into her.

She moaned and shook a little, staring into his eyes, “take it easy…”

“I promise, I will,” Rocco reassured her, and he did.

He was gentle with her, slowly letting himself into her body, rubbing her clit and not losing his cool for a second. He was courteous and wanted her to have a good time with him, but not at the expense of making her unhappy.

Once he was comfortably in, he rested for a second, looking at a red Angel, “you’re okay… you’re a good girl. It’s all in there, now you just tell me when you’re comfortable.”

“So big…” Angel murmured, reaching up and pulling him into a kiss.

Their warm bodies were melting into one another, they kissed with their mouths open, their tongues doing all of the work.

Angel let out a breath as her hips began to move against his cock, just a gentle swaying at first, “I’m ready…”

Rocco started to pull out slowly, and then slowly thrusted back in.

Once he saw Angel’s face was showing pleasure, then he started to speed up. His hips kept a steady rhythm, he grabbed onto her waist and pulled her down to meet each thrust.

He made Angel cum another time during the sex, and then after about 15 minutes, Rocco’s cock began to twitch inside of her. She was so grateful that he had worn a condom.

She started twitching as she felt the cum began to fill the condom. The way his cock was pumping inside of her was only helping her orgasm again.

Rocco pulled out and removed his condom, tying it up and putting it in a trash bag in the front of the van. He cleaned the semen left on his dick, and then looked over at Angel.

She was laying on the bed, her ass up in the air, and she was reaching towards her pussy with her fingers beginning to finger herself. As she did this, she spoke, “maybe… maybe we do it just one more time? And then go to bed…”

“Sounds like a perfect plan to me,” Rocco agreed and walked over.

Thank you for reading! Happy that you finally get to meet Rocco <3 In case anyone's wondering, Angel is obviously Rosalia. I would get used to her changing her name between stories, LOL! 'cause its gonna keep happening. Also, trying a new format for the posts. Def expect this to keep changing until I'm pleased LOL.

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The wedding day! Not crazy sexual, just a fluff/argument post. Enjoy! DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

Papago Park was my favorite regular park in the Phoenix area. There were large sandstone rocks, beautiful crimson sand, and a lake among many things...

CW: Explicit language, arguments.

...We had decided it would be the location for our wedding within a couple days of Raphael’s proposal.

Raphael had handled inviting our witnesses, the officiant, and his parents and two older siblings. I took care to invite my sister and my parents, they had missed my first wedding and I was really happy that they all agreed to come.

Everyone was at the park by 7am but I wasn’t far behind. They waited for me by the mound and I made my way along the park walkways. I met up with my dad and he complimented me, as he took my hand to lead me to Raphael.

As I came into view of the wedding party, I held my breath, seeing Raphael standing beside the officiant.

His long hair was neatly put back into a bun, and he wore a black suit that looked amazing on him. With his suit there was a white tie and a white shirt underneath. His eyes were just as dark as always, staring across the way to me.

I wanted to be inside his head. I wanted to ask him again, are you sure you want me? But, he was standing tall. He was standing proud. Waiting for me.

I stood allowing everyone to see my dress, then started making my way over with my dad.

My dress was so beautiful. It was an A-line lace wedding dress, off-shoulder, with long sleeves. It had beautiful beadwork and was decorated with gorgeous pearls. I had a high slit on my leg, exposing skin while I walked towards him.

I also wore a veil that was short in the front, covering from collarbone up, and then it got progressively longer towards the back and flowed to the ground. It was delicate and it was held slightly higher by a tiara I wore atop my head.

I wanted to shine for our wedding and really feel beautiful, seeing as I had felt so awful with my first wedding and the marriage had fallen apart, I decided I wanted to think more about my wedding. While we were still getting married fairly quick, I was just glad to have him.

Especially with what we found out last night. The fact that he’s here just proves so much to me. He wants me, despite anything. I’m just lucky to have him.

My father stopped with me at the end of the aisle in front of Raphael. Raphael stepped towards my father and shook his hand.

“Cuídala,” was all my father said, a simple gesture of concern from a caring father.

With that, my father turned towards me, kissing my head and bowing away to his seat after handing me over.

I took Raphael’s hand in mine, having given my flowers to Sara, who was standing on my side with my family. I smiled up at him through my veil.

As we got to the vows, Raphael lifted my veil away from my face, letting it rest neatly while I read my vows to him, “You have stepped up to be the hero in my life, I’ve decided to do everything in my power to keep you happy. I want to live a peaceful, fruitful life with you, where we can grow and experience life together. Through all the waves, the endless battles, I want to be there with you.”

Raphael took his turn, a smile was on his handsome face, “thank you for being mine. You look amazing… I vow to be your rock, your home, your steady guide. I vow to stand at your side, behind you, or wherever you want me. I will worship the ground you walk on. I will love you forever.”

Within a couple seconds, the officiant asked the famous question, “do you, Raphael Santos, take Dolores Ortiz to be your lawfully wedded wife for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Raphael nodded his head, his smile was so cute, I could feel butterflies in my tummy.

“And do you, Dolores Ortiz, take Raphael Santos to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant asked.

“I do,” I said, happily. My eyes were gazing up into his.

“Raphael, you may now kiss your bride,” the officiant stepped aside as the photos were taken.

Raphael took a step closer to me, and took me by the waist, giving me a sweet kiss, then dipping me for the photos.

I was laughing with joy against his lips.

He stood me back up and in that moment I noticed Julius for the first time. He was standing behind Raphael and that was all I noticed, too distracted by my current joy I immediately turn my attention back to Raphael.

Regardless, it was too late. Raphael had seen me stop looking at him for a second and something had snapped in him. He looked completely normal to everyone around, but I could tell he was mad and I was starting to get pretty heated about it, too.

Despite that, Raphael and I fulfilled our appearance. We were surrounded by friends and family checking if we’d be meeting up for breakfast but, Raphael explained our honeymoon plans.

We had planned to have a honeymoon in Phoenix, this would be only a week, and then within a year we’d finish the full three weeks of the honeymoon somewhere else. Regardless, we had to start our honeymoon immediately because of our work schedules.

Understanding our predicament, both our families decided we’d schedule dinners sometime in the next month for them to take us out. Julius and Sara weren’t talking too much.

Through most of Raphael’s conversation with our families, I was carrying Theo in my arms, kissing his cheeks and loving up on him since I wouldn’t see him for a week. He’d be staying with my family and I was glad that he would get to play with dogs and just have fun, but I knew I’d miss him.

I knew Raphael and I definitely needed time as a couple though, away from Theo. So I wasn’t upset about the decision, I just knew the mommy guilt would creep in on occasion.

Theo and I were laughing with each other when Raphael said it was time to go, I kissed Theo all over and told him to be a good baby for his gramma. He just laughed, I handed him to her, and took my new husband’s hand.

The moment we were no longer in view of the wedding party, our argument started.

“Why the fuck were you staring at Julius?” Raphael asked, angrily.

“I looked over at him for a second!” I shouted in my own defense, annoyed by his jealousy. I tore my hand away from him, not wanting to be restrained to him if he kept getting more angry.

“Not. For. One. Second,” he measured his voice and reached over to grab my hand and take it back. He kissed my hands, almost restraining his rage and seemingly holding back from squeezing my hand and breaking it.

“What the fuck do you want from me? You’re the one that invited your best friend that almost proposed to me to our wedding!” I tore my hand away from his grasp again.

“Oh, would you have preferred it was him you were marrying?” He asked me, his voice getting a little louder.

“Oh my fucking God. Don’t twist my words,” I picked up my skirt, and started walking faster towards Raphael’s car.

Raphael sped up, but easily kept pace with me since I was storming through the desert in hells. I was so annoyed with Raphael in that moment. Since he had asked me to be his, I had been nothing but loyal and happy and in love with him.

But, he was always jealous.

“Take off those heels,” He told me quite forcefully.

“No, fuck you,” I responded angrily.

“You’re going to twist your ankle,” His voice was getting louder and more mad.

“It’ll be your fault,” I seethed with rage.

Raphael responded by letting out a groan, a very angry, frustrated sound, and then lifting me off the ground and into his arms.

He carried me like a bride was supposed to be carried and I stared at him, blushing.

Still angry, he didn’t look at me. He made his way to his car, opened the door while still carrying me, and sat me down in the seat. He shut the door, and got in the other side.

I crossed my arms and put my knees together, turning to look away from him.

He took a deep breath.

He was silent for a minute.

I didn’t dare look at him. I kept my eyes fixed on the fog on the window. When he was angry like this, he needed to have control. Me looking him in the eyes would satisfy him and intensify the control. He would get his fix. I was his drug after all.

“Look at me,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Is that a request or a demand?” I asked him, staring at the condensation on the glass.

“Both, Lola, please…” he dropped his head on my shoulder and kissed my exposed arm, then my neck. He was starting to search for my eyes.

So I made eye contact with him, but my expression was that of a wounded kitten. I felt that way in my soul, and his expression made me realize how transparent I was.

He dropped his eyes for a second and then looked back into mine, “Dolores… Princess… I’m sorry.”

“I wanted to be with you, Raphael. That’s why I married you today. We are a family. I’m sorry that I broke eye contact with you to look anywhere else. I wasn’t trying to avoid your eye and I wasn’t trying to fantasize about someone else. I think you know what you were doing to J’s psyche by inviting him to be our witness.

I think you hurting your best friend like that was mean and from the moment I saw he was the witness I felt that way. I did not change my mind about marrying you though. I still wanted you and only you through all of it and even now. I don’t know what you want from me though. I’m already doing my best.”

“Yeah. I think I might have overstepped by doing that. Can’t say I didn’t think about the consequences, I just didn’t want to admit that I might not be able to hold my cool when you’re around him. I’m a jealous person, I’ll say it,” Raphael admitted.

“Him and I have always been competing. When I fell in love with you and realized you were his, I didn’t know what to fucking do with myself. And even now the whole paternity scare… I just don’t want to lose you. To anyone. I want this forever.”

“You confuse me so much. We’re married, Raphael. Whatever competition you created with Julius doesn’t exist. I just want to be the best wife for you,” I told him and he leaned in to kiss me.

“Thanks for marrying me,” Raphael smiled at me, “You look so beautiful, Dolores. I’m really the luckiest man. I can’t wait to have you to myself for this week.”

“I bet, seeing as you’re such an insecure man that I can’t be around other men or you’ll get angry,” I smiled up at him, I was pushing his buttons and I was doing it on purpose.

“That’s not true,” he said, trying to defend himself, and then starting to drive towards the resort we’d be staying at.

“Prove it. Let’s go to a nightclub one of these nights. I want to dance and grind against you all night, and I want to see what you do in a room full of men that want me,” I was holding his right hand as he drove.

“Fine.” He agreed.

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October 31, 2024

This is a look back into the day before Raphael's party. Looks like there was a bit of a issue between our lovely Julius and Dolores... More coming very soon, see below for more.

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My emotions had been bubbling to the surface since the start of the month, and by Halloween I was furious with Julius...

CW: Explicit language and brief mentions of adult activity. It's really not that bad, but there's a fight, so read at your own risk I guess :)

...I didn’t know if he would ever leave his wife and I was starting to realize that I might not be able to handle the emotional toll of being a side piece.

Sara was away, just like so many other days. But on this particular day a month’s worth of anger and adrenaline was beginning to boil over and the moment I got Julius alone, I confronted him.

“If you want to continue having a sexual relationship with me, you have to leave your wife,” I said, seriously and trying to keep my composure.

“You took your time to divorce Harvey, I think I’ll take mine,” Julius responded with an uncharacteristic level of aggression.

I knew that he and I had argued a lot, but rarely did he ever come at me with such intensity.

“Okay, well, that’s easy then. I’m done sleeping with a married father, especially considering that my divorce is official,” I told him, trying to match his anger but feeling myself in doubt.

“If you plan on sleeping around again, make sure it’s at the other man’s house. You won’t bring anyone here,” he lashed back at me.

“You’re the one that kept my bed even after you got married and then fucked me in it after!” I stormed off.

I was boiling with rage but it was indignant. I knew that our history was long, I knew I had ruined our relationship when I left in 2022; but, I thought that there was something still between us.

Clearly the only thing still left for him was a feeling of betrayal towards me, and all I had left was fantasies of a world where I hadn’t done what I did.

I wondered if my staying could have prevented all of our eventual unhappiness. I knew he was unhappy with his wife, I knew I had never been happy, and I wondered if I had just stayed if maybe both of us could have been happy.

But, then what about him? Not Julius, not Harvey… Did he just come as a Horseman of the Apocalypse, always destined to destroy whatever I had desired with Julius?

Nobody but him and I know what happened in July of 2022, and why I left.

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September, 2024

CW: Descriptive sexual content, cheating, affair.

September 9, 2024.

Since our fight on what would have been our 6 year anniversary, Julius and I had kept our distance within the house. I continued helping with Anthony and caring for Theo but we hardly spoke.

On that afternoon though, I saw Sara leave the house with a man, and when I looked out my window, I saw them making out in his car. Despite how much Sara was always away, I had tried to believe that she was loyal to Julius but that day my mind was changed entirely.

The boys were asleep, so I texted Julius to come to the dining room. He showed up after a few minutes and I invited him to sit down.

“I don’t know how to say this, but Sara left with a man earlier, and I saw her making out in the car with him,” I wanted him to know so that he wouldn’t be in the dark.

“Sara started sleeping around months ago when she started going out all the time. We don’t share a bed ever, and we haven’t had sex with each other since before she started cheating on me,” he shrugged it off and looked me in the eye, “I haven’t been happy with her pretty much since I married her.”

“Why?” I asked, confused.

“Well, because she isn’t you, and we had something no one else had. I can’t just pretend to have that with someone else,” the way he looked at me made my heart race in my chest.

“This isn’t right, you know,” I told him, and stood up from the table, unsure of if I’d walk away or not.

He stood up too, and looked at me, “get on the table and spread your legs for me.”

I did as he asked, I don’t know why. Actually, I thought it was only fair since Sara wasn’t faithful either. A part of me remembered all the amazing sex we always had, and I thought if he wasn’t getting it from his wife he was bound to look for it somewhere else. I didn’t want him getting it from anyone but me.

He fucked me so hard on that table that I thought we’d break it.

September 18, 2024.

I was wiping down the kitchen counter. Julius and Sara had come back from work, Sara had gone upstairs to shower, and Julius lingered in the living room taking his work boots off.

I heard Sara close the bathroom door, and then I saw Julius getting up off the couch barefoot, coming towards me in the kitchen.

He came up behind me and pulled my ass up to his crotch, rubbing against me. I moaned, but protested, “we don’t have enough time…”

“Never knew you were worried about being caught,” Julius said, pulling my panties down from underneath my night gown. He took his dick out of his work pants and he was already rock hard. His 9 throbbing inches slipped into me with a lot of spit.

“I’m serious, we don’t have time,” I whimpered, trying to push him away but failing miserably.

“I’ll be fast, just have your mouth and throat ready.” He told me.

Sure enough after 8 minutes he had made me cum once, and was pulling out, turning me to kneel in front of him. I opened my mouth as he slipped his cock into it, and I began sucking it until he came, just a couple seconds later.

As he came, he held me by the back of the head, pushing me to swallow more of his dick as he finished in my mouth.

He tapped his dick on my tongue after pulling out, squeezing loose the last bits of cum into my mouth. I pulled my panties up and he slipped his dick back in his pants, just as Sara came down the stairs.

“Well, Dolly, I’m going now, the bar is calling,” she smiled at me, saw Julius, and smiled at him, “you try not to be rude to Dolores.”

September 30, 2024.

Julius helped me file for divorce from Harvey, taking me around the city to get paperwork and spending an obscenely long time with me stuck in waiting rooms.

After it was all filed it was after 6pm and Julius decided to take me to a motel for us to spend the night together. I wasn’t exactly sure where the idea had come from, but needing a little break, I agreed to it.

When we got into the room, Julius and I began to make out and I was quickly on my knees for him while he sat on the edge of the bed. He held my hair with one hand, and with the other answered his phone as it began to ring.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t think it’s safe to drive home. It’s raining pretty hard in this part of town and a lot of the streets are flooded,” he said this while moving my head along his throbbing cock.

I tried not to make too many sounds, but as I heard him I realized he was talking to Sara. My brain started to spin. It wasn’t flooding where they were, there was just a bit of rain.

This is going to sound stupid, but in that moment it began to settle in for me that I was just a lie. I was a secret he was keeping, a game he was having fun playing. I knew I didn’t want to be that for him, but I couldn’t stop what was happening in that moment.

No matter what, I always seemed to be craving him, so I put aside my worries, and decided I’d deal with it in the morning.

Note From Valya

Hope you enjoyed the sexual scenes between Dolores and Julius! Always remember to engage with the content/send me questions or requests! See below for more of Dreams, Ink and Embers.

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August, 2023

CW: Domestic violence, verbal and physical abuse, brief descriptive details of sexual violence. Minors DNI.

August 1, 2023. 9:00pm.

I’m a mom, now! I feel overjoyed, exhausted, and entirely overwhelmed by love. His name is Theo, and he’s just 2 hours old. I’m staring at him in the bassinet. He’s so sweet… My soul feels light for once. I always wondered if it was possible to feel this happy and free.

Harvey’s been hanging around, typical Harvey fashion he only wants to be around for the “important” windows of time. Not because he considered them important, but because he knew other people would be there and he wanted to save face. Anyway, he left 5 minutes after the nurses left the room, 10 minutes after the birth of our son.

I think he went back home. I don’t care.

I have Theo, and nothing matters. Love is a bond forged through shared experiences, and Theo had been mine long before his birth, and before mine.

August 4, 2023.

Back home with Harvey and Theo. Theo is still melting my heart with every second. I’ve been breastfeeding and staying up with him, making sure he’s clean and taken care of. He latches onto me easily, and hasn’t given me any issues. I don’t know why I’m so lucky, but I love him endlessly.

Harvey might not be the most emotional, but he is always financially taking care of us, and making sure I don’t have to work again until I’m ready. I’ve been working since I was 15, and while I have a full time job now, I’ve had 2-3 jobs at a time, for years. I’m just saying I’m tired.

Getting to spend this time with Theo, without having to worry about working to pay bills? It’s nice.

August 11, 2023.

I had been heating up pre-packaged meals for Harvey and I since I returned from the hospital, since I didn’t have the energy to stand in the kitchen and cook, and since Harvey absolutely refused to cook. On our 1 year wedding anniversary, 10 days after the birth of our son while I still hadn’t recovered, I decided to spend a little extra time to make him a fresh meal.

It took me a little longer than it would have if I was healed, but by the time he arrived home, the food was ready for him and I served it to him.

I walked to his side and kissed him, “Happy anniversary, Harvey… Thank you for everything you do for Theo and I.”

“Is this really what you fucking made?”

“What? You… you said you like this.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you stupid? Just because I like it, doesn’t mean I want it. Get me one of the packaged steaks or something,” his voice was getting louder, “hurry the fuck up!”

I quickly turned and started to get the packaged meal out of the fridge. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough, because when I turned to walk to the microwave, I heard him get out of the chair violently causing it to screech against the floor.

“Harvey?”

He hit me right across the face. It was just a slap, but it was hard, “you’re fucking useless aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I quivered in response, trying to get past him to microwave his meal for him.

He grabbed me and shoved me hard into the counters. He then grabbed my hair and threw me onto the ground. He picked up the food and put it in the microwave. He stood there waiting for it to finish, “stay on the ground, bitch. You don’t deserve to get up.”

August 30, 2023.

The second time that he beat me, he did it until I blacked out. A combination of punches, slaps, shoves… I don’t know, I disassociated during the beating.

When I came to after the black out, he was above me. He was inside of me.

“Harvey… We had to wait 8 weeks… Please, stop… You’re going to hurt me,” I was whimpering, the pain was already happening.

He put his hand over my mouth, and continued, even as the pain got worse for me, and I began to scream under him. Once he was finished, he pulled out and left to clean himself, leaving me to sit up.

I was laying on our bed, in a puddle of blood from what he had just done to me.

August 31, 2023.

Harvey held me and Theo in his arms today… he cried and apologized for the night before. I can’t leave him, Theo and I need him.

I keep seeing my bloody face in the reflection of Harvey’s eyes, above me — but I know I can’t go anywhere. This is the home I have created.

Note from Valya

Definitely one of the darker posts I’ve had to write for this story. Still, I hope it was a nice read and that D’s motivation to keep her family together was clear. See below for more of Dreams, Ink and Embers.

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November 4, 2024

After everything Dolores has been through, she's at a loss of whether to stay by Julius, or pursue something new with Raphael. Note that this is the first time since October 31 that Julius and Dolores have spoken. More of Dreams, Ink and Embers below. DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

Again, Sara is heading to the club, leaving Julius and I behind. The only difference is that this time my mind is occupied by thoughts of what happened between Raphael and I just a few days earlier...

CW: Explicit sexual content, signs of controlling behavior, explicit language. Vague non-con reference. Affair. MDNI!

...He had my number and we had been texting back and forth since the 2nd, but I was still struggling. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.

I had spent so long loving Julius, even through a marriage with another man. Yet, Raphael was coming onto me and I had given in. I knew why I had given in though. Just like Julius, Raphael came to me in dreams long before I had ever met him. Like I had told him though, I really didn’t know if I could deny Julius and getting with Raphael meant saying no to Julius, and potentially never even interacting with him again.

Julius had been there through everything… I desperately wanted to keep him in my life. Obviously because despite the opportunity to jump ship, I was still questioning that decision and refusing to leave his side.

I talk about the past like I talk about you, I leave out every little thing that I don’t like remembering.

I was reflecting on everything as I turned off the light to Theo and Anthony’s room, and stepped out into the hall. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for just a second to try and steady my heart rate. It was useless though, my anxiety levels were through the roof. What the hell was I supposed to do?

I decided to go outside to smoke some pot, hoping the smoke clouds would clear my mind. After smoking for 15 minutes, the backdoor opened and Julius stepped outside with me.

I didn’t look at him right away, mostly lost in the winding trail of smoke going up over my head, another part of me just unable to figure out what to say to him.

“Dolores, it’s been 5 days… can we please stop ignoring each other?” His voice broke me out of the numbness in my mind for just a second.

I turned my attention to him, letting some smoke out. Before I could speak, he continued, “when I went to Raphael’s party after the fight, I felt like such a shit head. I know you’re probably looking for stability for you and Theo, and I definitely missed the mark on giving you that.”

I scrunched my eyebrows together, wondering if Raphael had told him what we had done, “where is this coming from? Did you talk to Raphael?”

“Huh?” He seemed thrown off, and then moved closer to me, “I want to apologize for our fight and for the way I spoke to you. What about Raphael though? We talked at the party a bit but I haven’t talked to him since.”

At first, I hesitated. I wondered for a second what I would say, if it was information I should even share, but ultimately, it spilled out, “I went to Raphael’s party. We got wasted together, and ended up having sex. I didn’t recognize him until the next morning.”

J’s face was unreadable. There was an expression of rage, but the way he spoke to me didn’t give it away, “So he took advantage of you?”

“No,” I said, probably too fast.

“So, what if you slept with him? I just want to be with you, and I’ll prove that to you by getting a divorce from Sara,” he seemed resolute, but that irritation hadn’t entirely faded from his eyebrows.

She could ride my face, I don’t want nothin’ in return Her body count and who she fuck ain’t never my concern

“Aren’t you mad?” I asked, confused, and standing up from the little bench I had been on.

“Do you love him?” He asked, stepping forward and grabbing my hand in his.

“I have no idea what’s going on anymore, Julius.” I told him, trying to put space between us, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back again.

He was always so gentle, but in that moment there was a lot of tension, a lot of desperation. He could feel me slipping, and whenever he found us in this situation, he would always pull me back in closer. Why is that after you push me away for so long, you get desperate for me when I decide I’m too far and should leave?

My head swirled with wonder at seeing this pattern for the first time.

“I’m leaving Sara, I’m leaving her and getting a divorce. You won’t be a mistress, you’ll be mine, all mine. I’ll take care of you, I’ll be your rock,” He was starting to lift my t shirt dress off me. His hands were going in between my legs, touching my pussy from outside my panties.

I closed my eyes, my head leaned back, and I moaned as I felt him touch me. This only encouraged him, and soon, he was getting me into the house, taking my dress off as we kissed, and throwing me onto the couch to eat me out.

My legs were frozen in the air, my fingers curling in his hair, my body trembling as he began to eat me out. His tongue worked wonders inside of me, leading to some twitching orgasms and loud moans. When he finished with my pussy, he took his pants off, followed by getting his massive dick out.

I always thought it was crazy how big he was. He was 6’1” and had 9 inches that were always ready to go, that along with his muscles and big hands drove me insane.

He proceeded to spit extra on my pussy and then started to insert the massive thing slowly. He didn’t make a sound, I moaned.

With every thrust he slowly got quicker, until he was fucking me at a nice, fast pace. He started to choke me with both hands, just like I love it, and started moving my twitching body up and down on his cock.

We fucked for about 25 minutes before he started to cum. When he came, he grabbed me just before and began to kiss me, muttering, “I love you, I love you.”

Then I felt his load fill me. My hips trembled, I felt spent and used but so fucking good because it was him. I could never feel bad after sex with him. He repeated what he said, “I love you.”

I had said I love you to him when we had fucked on my 24th birthday. He hadn’t said it until that day. For some reason, I still hadn’t forgiven him entirely after the sex, and I was still at a loss for what choice to make and where to go. But, when he said I love you, I just couldn’t say it back because it made no sense. He had seen me as an opportunity away from his wife all this time.

Still, he said he was going to divorce her, so, I said, “I really have to make a decision. I don’t want to say I love you to anyone until I decide.”

“More sex then?” He asked, continuing to thrust but slowly.

I was going to put a stop to it, but then my phone started ringing from the coffee table. I got up quickly and answered, it was Raphael, “hello?” I asked.

“I’m taking you somewhere tomorrow, be ready,” He said completely seriously, and then added, “also, don’t ignore my texts.”

He then hung up.

I got dressed as Julius spoke, “isn’t he annoying when he calls and talks to you like you’re a dog?”

Somehow I felt annoyed by Julius saying that. Raphael did call and speak to people like they were dogs when they weren’t doing the things he expected of them. So Julius was right. But I was irritated, because it felt like yet another endless Julius v Raphael competition line.

They were best friends and I had more often seen them treat each other like a wall blocking the other from success. I just don’t know if I wanted to hear two men constantly bashing each other while claiming to be the best of friends.

“I’m going to go catch up on the messages he sent me,” I said, putting my hair up in a clip and walking up to shower and catch up on about 20+ unread messages from Raphael.

I would accept a lot of crazy behavior from Raphael, mostly because of the fact that I had dated a woman born a few days after him. I had dated Rosario on and off through high school, and was used to being texted hundreds of times when not around her. I had always tried to spend a lot of time around her, but any second I wasn’t near her I had to be texting her.

I told Raphael over text messages that I had slept with Julius, and that I would understand if he was no longer interested in me. He assured me he was still interested, but not in the same way that Julius had.

One who's always crazy, Never calls me baby, That's the one that I want.

He called me again, and on the phone he said, “listen, I am extremely mad right now. However, you didn’t agree to be mine yet so I know you’re entitled to doing what you want. That being said, be ready early tomorrow morning. And, wash your body, because I will be fucking you tomorrow, with or without permission.”

“Rude,” I said, annoyed. “I’ll be ready. Send me a time.”

“3am,” he said, with no hint of hesitation in his voice.

“That’s awfully early,” I pretended to be contemplating rejecting his idea.

“I will carry you out of the house if you’re not ready,” he countered, “we’re going on a day trip and I’m going to show you what life would be like with me.”

“Wow, because a vacation is a good indicator of day to day life?” I asked, taking all my clothes off again as I got into the bathroom.

“Shut up,” he stopped me angrily, “shower, be outside J’s house at 3am, and pack whatever you want, I’ll handle food and water.”

“I love it when you’re talkative on the phone,” I mused sweetly.

“First chance I get, I’m going to fuck you until you’re raw and you start to fear me,” his voice was full of rage, and he hung up as soon as he finished.

SONG REFERENCE Nostalgia by Suki Waterhouse DOGTOOTH by Tyler, The Creator Gingerbread Man by Melanie Martinez

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CW: Police officer character, smut, p in v, unprotected intercourse, explicit language, descriptions of sex, cheating, open relationship, slight societal homophobia, hints at queer identity for main character. MDNI. 4.1K Words.

Star woke up later in the morning of January 6, 2019. She was in the master bedroom of Jasper Conrad’s guest home and the man was asleep beside her.

He was laying on his back, eyes closed staring up at the ceiling. Star was stunned for a moment because he wasn’t making any sound. She wasn’t surprised by how quiet he was, she was more so scared as something terrible showed itself to her.

It’s not fair to try and explain what she saw, so here is an excerpt from her perspective:

When I woke up that morning at his side for the first time, I saw him laying in his coffin.

His arms were over his chest, there was no more breath in his lungs. He was… dead. His hair laid neatly, he was dressed so properly in the coffin.

That’s what he wanted, though. He wanted to shake God’s hand dressed formally. He wanted to thank him personally.

When it was all too real, he breathed… and I laid back down in the bed, hugging him.

Jasper was snoring lightly, holding her close to his chest. She listened to his heart beat, calmed her shaking breaths and watched as his chest moved.

For a moment, Star questioned where she planned on going once he woke up. She couldn’t stay there, she had to leave and find her own place somewhere else.

Truth be told, she had nowhere to go, though.

Star had moved into Heliosea with her parents when they were still alive. She couldn’t remember much about them, or the move, but a lot of times she remembered her favorite white sand beaches from her home.

She’d returned there only once, as a teenager, and spent a couple weeks along her home island. Eventually, though, Star had gotten caught and was sent back to Heliosea. She was a minor and had no documents to travel, having snuck onto the island illegally. Not to mention, she had ran away from her foster family.

One of many families that tortured her until she finally turned 18. She lived on the Southeastern coast of Heliosea when she finally became an adult, and packed her bag at 11:50pm the night before.

She snuck out of the foster’s home just a little after midnight, and arrived at a bus station shortly after. From there Star took several different buses, getting out of that corner of the country and arriving on the Red Highway.

She hated the SE with a passion, so she couldn’t return there and the Red Highway… well… Lazarus was probably still looking for her. Star didn’t know if there was any point in going to the SW coast, and she was there in Sunwoods, now…

At the same time, she didn’t think she could stay with a married man. What situation could he even show her that would make it a good idea for her to stick around? Still, she had to admit she was wildly attracted to him.

Star figured she’d be quickly proven that staying around would be a bad idea, so she figured maybe she should try to enjoy the feeling of his chest against hers.

Just as she was admiring his muscular frame, his snoring began to cease and his eyes began to flutter open. His green eyes looked up into the ceiling of the room, before adjusting his position and kissing the top of her head.

She smiled up at him, and Jasper kissed her lightly, looking away to say, “let’s go start the day. How are you feeling?”

“I’m good,” she commented as the two got out of the bed and Jasper opened the bathroom door for her, she walked in, “thank you.”

…

Jasper walked Star into the main house through the sliding patio doors, which were already open when they came up. Star was mesmerized by his ranch, and she hadn’t seen all of it yet.

When they walked in, they were immediately in a very large living area with high ceilings and open windows. She thought it was beautiful, and her eyes scanned the room quickly.

Immediately, she noticed there was a fireplace with several family photos sitting on top. Her eyes pulled away quickly, not wanting to pry, but Jasper had noticed her eyes already. He looked over to where she had been, “ah, I probably should show you a couple of those so you believe she’s my wife.”

He walked over normally, grabbing a picture off the mantel, “this is probably one of the better ones.”

Jasper brought it back to Star and showed her, “this is my wife, her name is Dahlia Conrad, and these are our sons, James and Emery when they were younger.”

Star looked at the photo, maybe imprinting it in her mind. The photo had Jasper and Dahlia sitting side by side, with James and Emery on either side of them.

James and Emery were younger than six, with only their eye colors being noticeable features about them.

James had large, pitch black eyes almost — the darkest shade of brown, and messy black hair. He wore formal black pants with a red button down. His little sleeves were rolled and he stared at the camera in annoyance at being photographed.

Emery had a similar expression of annoyance to his brother, but his eyes were large blue pools, his hair the same black though a little more put together. He wore formal black pants, and a cute blue sweater that matched his eyes.

Dahlia wore a fairly dated but black dress. She looked like a typical 1950s wife in a dress, but her hair was a lot longer in this photo with balayage highlights and gold wavy hair. Her eyes were a deep brown, almost as dark as her sons.

Jasper was definitely the center of this photo. His smile was perfect for the camera, and his green eyes really popped in the photo. He wore a black suit, with the suit open slightly, exposing the white shirt underneath and no hat on his head. His black hair matched that of his sons perfectly.

“Hmm… Conrad Sons really does make sense,” Star commented, handing the photo back to Jasper, as the man chuckled.

“They are the spitting image of me, aren’t they?” Jasper chuckled.

Star was about to agree, just as Dahlia came into the living area and stopped to look at Star.

Her eyes ran up and down Star’s figure, and her expression showed her surprise, “how much money did he have to offer you for you to be around him?”

“Are you saying I look like a slut…” the young girl asked timidly. Dahlia was in her 40s or 50s, Star assumed.

The older woman shook her head of blonde hair quickly, “no, no, I’m sorry. That didn’t come out right at all! You’re gorgeous, I’m just shocked you’d want to be around an old man.”

Star laughed slightly and tried not to meet the woman’s eyes, worried she was offending her in her home, “I’m sorry… I am attracted to older people quite a lot if my history proves anything…”

She wouldn’t lie, she found Dahlia gorgeous and very sexually attractive. There was just a natural energy the woman had, and Star couldn’t help but be attracted to beautiful women.

“Dahlia, this is Star Bennett,” Jasper said, placing his hand on Star’s lower back, and bringing her and himself closer to his wife.

“Hi, Star,” Dahlia smiled at her and gave her hand.

Star shook her hand, smiling up at her, “good morning, Mrs. Conrad.”

The older woman gagged, then laughed, squeezing the hand of the younger woman’s a little, “ew, no… you always call me Dahlia.”

She was looking up into the woman’s dark brown eyes, and she smiled again, “sorry, good morning, Dahlia.”

“Well, Dahlia, do you want to start explaining us to her? I’d like to have Star around if she wants to be here. I need a new girl on my arm, and she’s… well, you can see her for yourself,” Jasper spoke so confidently, and showed off the girl to his wife.

Dahlia laughed, “you make us sound so creepy old man.”

Dahlia did nod her head, and turned her attention to Star, “if you’re attracted to him, though… You have no competition in me. Him and I were forced to marry each other by our wealthy families. His father just doesn’t want me to misbehave or make his son look bad.”

“What about your sons? Did you two not love each other when you had them?” Star asked, and she realized after she did that she probably sounded very childish.

The blonde woman laughed and looked back at Star, “we love each other as best friends. That’s about it. Our sons, while I love them, were like a payment to his family.”

“A payment?” the young girl looked up at her curiously, the woman was taller and gorgeous, but the statement was odd, “how do you mean? Did they go to live with his family?”

“No, they lived with us until Emery decided to disappear and then James did too. Don’t blame them, though, they weren’t made for life in Sunwoods high society,” the old woman shook her head, “really, who is? As for payment, his family requested that I provide two children into the family soon after marriage.”

“We would only have sex during ovulation, so I could get pregnant, and I was pregnant soon. We didn’t have sex again until we went to have the next baby, and it was the same thing essentially.”

“Do you sleep with each other now?” the younger girl asked, she wanted to sleep with Jasper. She didn’t want to involve anyone else just yet, but she wanted to understand what their boundaries were like.

“We’ve had threesomes with each other and another girl since having our sons, but we haven’t done that in years. I discovered, since I’m very sheltered, that I’m a lesbian. I have girlfriends and I date and sleep with them, while Jasper has his own…” Dahlia explained.

“You feel free, stick around as long as you want. I think you’re gorgeous and you should do whatever makes you feel happy.”

Star blushed and looked at Jasper, who was smiling down at her. She hugged his wife goodbye, and Jasper took her out of the house to show her around the ranch.

…

The Conrad Sons Ranch was massive with fields full of farm animals and crops. She wasn’t sure what they were growing, with everything being cold, but there were tall stocks growing in the rolling fields.

There was mud anywhere they tried to off road, following a bit of a cold rain that happened in the early morning, but Jasper’s truck took the roads easily. Star looked out the window of the truck, watching every field pass by.

In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed.

In that moment, Star was reminded of nights in the center of her island. For awhile, she would go into the farms and get lost in the fields. She remembered all the golden corn, the feeling of the hot sun on her face. All of it was something she missed so much in Heliosea.

Yet, here she was in Sunwoods, driving through a massive farm with the town sheriff and being reminded of that place. She felt at peace, for a second, and caught herself too comfortable.

Why did she feel so safe?

During drives, Jasper didn’t speak too much, only turning the music up for Star, and smoking out the window at the same time.

He knew that she liked to disappear in memories on drives, he knew that she seemed to disassociate into the all nature around her. She would sink into it, she’d be at peace. He’d see it out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help but be entranced by her.

Despite having had other girlfriends before, the man was never quite pleased or satisfied by anyone. Everything always broke apart so easily, because he struggled to ask for anything or take any initiative. He just… would get bored so easily.

Usually though, he would hold onto girls for longer, even if he didn’t feel anything.

This — with her… it was different. Star, his Ember… that girl with those beautiful green eyes, that passenger princess lost in thought. He was interested in her without touching her, just by being near her.

Jasper parked the truck at the top of a hill on the property line, and jumped out the car. He walked over, opening the door for Star, who hopped out with his assistance.

She smiled up at him as he took her hand and led her to the back of the pickup truck. He’d parked in reverse and opened the bed of the truck, helping her up onto it.

He easily got himself beside her, and the two sat staring at the hundreds of acres. Full of animals, crops, homes, roads… And in the distance, she could make out Sunwoods, where the road ended and the Ranch would start.

She looked up at him, “this is so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Jasper laughed, “I think you’re more beautiful, of course.”

Star blushed and shook her head, “I really don’t know why I’m so into you…”

“So, you admit it,” he smiled, and took her small hand in his massive one, “I’m into you, too… Do you have somewhere to go?”

She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t want to admit it, but she dropped her head, shaking it, “no. I’m an immigrant and a criminal.”

“What’s your wanted status?” he asked completely seriously, but continuing to hold her hand.

He was stable, and always so able to calm her down somehow, especially when he added, “we’ll just change your hair… You and those green eyes with some blonde hair? The Feds will never know.”

A smile broke on the young girls face, and she turned her eyes back up to his, “I’m always down for a hair change.”

Jasper’s dark green eyes hid so much, but in them Star always saw such pride, strength, and intelligence. His smile, too, was so comforting.

Star wondered in that moment why her heart seemed to so easily jump between people.

Reflecting, she didn’t think her heart ever fully jumped to Rocco. She thought she loved him, and she might have, but something was always happening in the background. How long had he been assaulting her in her sleep, or did he really only do that once?

In the end Rocco admitted to nothing and Star always knew with him that she just wasn’t cut out to be his forever. She could never imagine herself in Laguna Hills for longer than a day or two, living in that community of celebrities and wannabes felt impossible.

Star was a confident, beautiful woman that desired to be worshipped by her partner in private. Rocco treated her like she was an accessory to his performances, to his place in the spotlight.

She wouldn’t have minded that treatment if in private he was more honest and less critical.

Sitting on the truck bed, looking out at the Conrad Sons Ranch, she felt a sense of calmness. The hills all around the area were beautiful, and the land seemed so alive still in January. She sighed a relaxed breath and turned towards Jasper as he began to speak.

“I want you to stay here,” the man said, tightening his grip on her hand a little, “I don’t want to pressure you. If you stay, though… I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Star’s eyes ran along their clutched hands. His hands didn’t seem old, they were large and strong, veiny hands, a little calloused and rough. Her hands were small in his grasp, “are there any expectations of me, any boundaries or rules?”

“So many,” Jasper said with a laugh, but his tone relaxed as he continued, “it involves telling you quite a lot about me, Ember… There’s a lot about Sunwoods society that I am unfortunately a massive part of.”

“I am the wealthiest man in our area and I am the chief of police. My jurisdiction for policing extends from Sunwoods to all the desert towns along the Opportunity Highway until the Red Highway. That intersection is the end of my control,” then he stopped and chuckled.

When you talk, it’s like a movie and you’re making me crazy ‘cause life imitates art.

“What? You’re cute when you laugh but what is going on inside your head?” Star was curious, she wanted to understand it all before she agreed to anything.

He laughed, hopping off the truck then walked towards the edge of the cliff and pulled a cigar out of his jacket. He started smoking, looking at the endless view of all his land. Jasper looked over at Star, who still sat on the truck bed, “it’s the end of my legal control.”

Her eyes widened a little, and she tilted her head at him, “I’d love for you to elaborate on that…”

He held his arms out, his cigar in between his fingers, as he explained, “As we all know, the Red Highway is lawless and I own the middle third of it. Sometimes I go over there to check on all the gangs and get what they owe me. Sometimes I go to gamble illegally, sometimes I get in trouble.”

Hearing about the Red Highway again, this time from Jasper who lived hours from it… It almost spun her world out from under her, but she was still so fixed on him. She felt herself tremble as she began to realize that he could probably just hand her back over to Lazarus.

Star didn’t want to think about it, though. She brushed the thoughts aside, and asked him, “what would you expect from me?”

“As my girlfriend, you’ll have to wear dresses when out with me in Sunwoods or out publicly with me anywhere, including the Red Highway. I want to explain that this isn’t because I want to control how you dress.”

“My father is senile and on the verge of death. He’s been this sick for years, but I show him pictures of me with other women in dresses and he doesn’t know they’re not my wife. Since I have mandatory attendance at public events in Sunwoods, those will be where we’ll be photographed.”

Star stopped him, “does the town not know that you’re cheating on your wife?”

“Everyone knows, this isn’t a secret but my father has been told these are different women before and he doesn’t process that. He shuts down, pretends to be asleep, and then when he sees a picture of that girl again he will say that Dahlia looks so beautiful as always,” Jasper sighed, smoking his cigar from the stress.

“I’m sorry you’ve been going through that with your father,” Star got off the truck bed and walked over to him, reaching up to touch his cheek.

He leaned forward into her hand and his eyes opened to look into hers, “he was a terrible man who karmically deserved what happened to him. I just don’t want him modifying his will in this state and the court system refuses to assign me or anyone to control his assets.

“The only way someone would be able to prove to him that I was cheating publicly, is if the girl was photographed wearing a short skirt, jeans, leggings while beside me… Anything he considers non-traditional and unbecoming of a rich wife in Sunwoods Society.”

She nodded her head as she stared up at him. He always spoke so genuinely, so she asked, “you keep saying publicly… Am I allowed to wear anything I want inside the guest house and anywhere on the ranch? Or…”

“Of course, wear whatever you want here. As my girlfriend, you have your own space in the guest house, and this property is your home, too. Enjoy it freely,” he nodded his head.

“You won’t judge me?” she asked, furrowing her brows together and staring up at him.

“For wearing what you want around here? No. Your body is beautiful, you deserve to display it however you want. I wish you could do that anywhere with me, but not until he’s dead… I don’t give a single fuck then,” he promised, holding onto her face.

Star smiled and looked up at him as the two shared a kiss. The kiss was sweet and gentle, at first…

I’m singing, “fuck, yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want”. It’s innocence lost.

After a few more sweet kisses, the intensity started. Their mouths began to open for one another, tongues playing as she reached her arms around his neck, “mmm…”

He led her back to the truck, where he helped her up into the bed of the truck. He hopped up himself, and the two continued kissing. Jasper pulled off her top, then her pants, while Star pulled at his shirt and reached for his belt.

Next, he laid her upper body along the top of the pickup truck, making her stand close to the open back window, her ass spread. Her fingers reached back to help in spreading her cheeks, and Jasper got on his knees momentarily.

He ate her out, starting with circles at her clit, and then following along her slit to her vagina. His tongue forced its way in, and swirled around inside. Star moaned and trembled against his invasion.

Jasper stood back up, and pressed his hard tip right to her entrance, “you’re beautiful… did you decide to be my girlfriend or not?”

“Is the only rule clothing?” She asked in between moans, as his cock began to slowly push its way in.

“Don’t sleep with any other men,” Jasper said as he began to thrust steadily, “besides that, nothing else.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, and his dark green eyes met hers. The sun was setting behind him and it was beautiful, the cold creeping in, and Star felt amazing, “I’ll be your girlfriend… Don’t sleep with any other girls without me.”

He chuckled, “I promise…”

His thrusts intensified, and he began to kiss her back as he fucked her, “couldn’t imagine anything better than this, though…”

“Aaaaahhh, Jasper… mmm… you’re so amazing,” her legs were trembling with every hard thrust, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the darkening air.

He pulled her hair, and she moaned into the air, begging to be kissed which he happily gave in to. They swapped spit, their tongues connecting with saliva as they pulled away, and as Jasper felt himself beginning to cum.

“I want to fill you up, real bad, real full, too… can I cum inside you, my Ember? Do you want it as bad as I do?” He asked against her ear, his thrusts not easing up on her even though he desperately wanted to fill her.

“I do,” she moaned, nodding her head and kissing him again, “please… all of it…” She moved her ass to meet every thrust now.

They came together, making out as they reached their orgasms. Jasper released a huge load in Star, and her legs were dripping wet from her orgasm and his leaking cum, “fuck, you pervert… You got me all wet.”

“Doesn’t that make you the pervert?” He asked, slowly pulling his cock out and chuckling as he heard her pussy pop, “you’re little pussy did such a good job, Star.”

She felt him rub her clit, and he collected a lot of the leaking cum from her pussy, shoving it inside Star’s hole with two fingers. The girl moaned as she felt his fingers start to fuck her, but before she could get too excited…

He pulled away, and helped her clean herself off.

Hope you all enjoyed little love bugs <3 Took a little bit to write, but I really love this story and wanted to give it the attention it deserved instead of rushing anything. Next post will have an unknown release date, I'm thinking by Sunday but I have nothing for the next post just yet. Part of me wants to release a preview or something for the next character, so there might be a separate poll for that later.

SONG REFERENCES Gods and Monsters by Lana del Rey

#cheating #open relationship #cowboy #my smut #smut #hot romance #dark romance #booklr #lyonsea #bluestlyon #writeblr #original story #creative writing #literature

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CW: mentions of pregnancy symptoms, smut, explicit language, unprotected intercourse, dub con, dv, drug and alcohol addiction, pregnancy loss. MDNI. 3.9K words.

May 22, 2028.

My work week had started and I wasn’t entirely feeling well. I hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of weeks now, but I had mostly been identifying the nausea as the consequences of a stomach bug my kids had.

While they had overcome it relatively quickly, mine lingered. I tried not to think too much of it at first, but by that day it had been too much.

I took my break early and then went to the bathroom. My final idea had been to take a pregnancy test, so I did. I decided to wash myself clean while the test result loaded.

By the time I was done cleaning myself, the result was on the test. Pregnant. A part of me didn’t want another child so soon, but I was admittedly happy.

…

When Raphael came home from work that night, it was during dinner time. I was overseeing the boys as they ate and helping Eden eat.

Theo grinned when he saw Raphael, and waved at him. Followed by an excited Leon spitting out his food and running to hug his dad.

“Woah kid,” Raphael chuckled, picking him up and kissing his head, “don’t spit out the nice food your mommy cooks for you.”

Leon, with horror, realized what he had done, “down dad!”

Raphael put him back on the ground only for Leon to return to his seat and continue eating hungrily.

“Love food, mama,” Leon spoke in between chews.

Raphael choked back a laugh, “ew, boy… You don’t talk with your mouth full. Enjoy the food and talk after you’ve swallowed.”

Leon opened his mouth, aghast. He had heard this numerous times from me, but his father’s comment seemed to straighten him up.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and then I turned my attention to Eden.

Eden looked at her dad with a careful expression. She was at the stage where she still didn’t really trust her dad. She was thirteen months old.

When dad came down for a kiss, he gave her one first on her head, and then offered his cheek.

Eden stared at him for a second, then looked at me, back at her dad. She kissed his cheek, three or four times, before smiling.

Finally, he came to me. We shared a sweet kiss in front of the kids. He always liked showing them that mom and dad were in love and happy.

I decided to tell him there, “I took a test… I’m pregnant.”

His eyes lit up. He always asked for us to have another baby, so hearing this news really elated him, “that’s amazing. How far along did the test say?”

“8-10 weeks,” I told him, smiling as he kissed me again.

“Probably got you pregnant around Eden’s birthday or after my birthday party,” he did the math lazily, happily littering my face with kisses.

June 26, 2028.

“From what you told me,” the Doctor said, looking over the ultrasound tech’s report, “and from the report… looks like you’re starting your 14th week today, due by December 31st I’d say?”

The news filled us with a lot of joy. Maybe too much, even.

…

Soon as we arrived back to our car, Raphael began to step in front of me to get the passenger door. I spoke up though, “the back seat… we can be quick.”

He opened the door for me, leaning in and kissing me on the lips before I got in.

A second later, he’s on top of me… The car isn’t on and it’s hot in the Phoenix summer. It had rested in the shade so it wasn’t too hot just yet.

I kissed him as he spread my legs and began to slip his cock into me. I was normally a little drier with everyone since I was so small, but sometimes I was irrationally horny while pregnant.

That was one of those days.

He groaned, “shit, you feel so good… You’re so wet. Is this because of that guy touching you?” As he said this, he began to thrust in a harsh rhythm.

“Fuck, be careful,” I pleaded with him, kissing him and rubbing my body along his, “remember, I’m pregnant. You don’t get to be a jealous asshole when I’m pregnant. You’ll hurt the baby.”

He hesitated, calming his strokes, but lifting his body slightly to hover over me, “Stop avoiding the issue.”

“Are you really jealous of the ultrasound technician?” I asked him, eyebrows furrowing, but my hips continued to move along his cock.

He went so deep and I felt extra sensitive. Every thrust felt amazing, and my breasts were so sore to his touch. He gripped them, sucking on them soon after.

I trembled and moaned, “Raphael… that feels soo good… Oh, ohh…”

He kissed me on the lips, biting my bottom lip, then saying, “your body is mine… I hate when anyone else touches it.”

“My body is all yours, Raphael,” I promised, trying to make him forget it all. I moaned happily to his deepening thrusts.

He wrapped his fingers around my throat for a second, kissing me at the same time and forcing his tongue in my mouth.

I melted, my hips grooving to his aggressive thrusts. He just sped up, and then I felt him begin to cum just as I neared my own orgasm.

His balls released torrents of cum into me, and I looked into his eyes. I made sure to pull every last drop of semen out of his cock. The pressure of my walls encouraging everything out.

I came too, leaving a trail of my cream joy along his cock.

He quickly pulled out and got dressed after giving me a kiss. He got into the driver’s seat as I got dressed, “do you want me to go right now or wait for you to be dressed?”

“Go now… I’m sure your mom is annoyed that we aren’t back yet,” I said, slipping into my clothes again.

July 31, 2028.

On the first day of my 19th week, I went to the doctor with Raphael for another check in and a gender scan.

At the beginning of the consult, the doctor mentioned that he wasn’t entirely sure if the baby would be big enough to see gender but they would check anyway.

We went to the room with the tech and I laid in the bed. The tech was the same man we had been having, but I never even noticed him. My eyes were always glued on that screen.

Raphael held onto my head, watching the screen from his feet.

The tech spoke to both of us, “the baby is developing a little faster than we’d expect, I can see the gender now. Would you like me to tell you?”

Normally we planned something to find out with the family. I never asked before, but… Maybe I knew.

“Tell me, please,” I nodded my head.

Raphael, a little thrown off, still agreed, “yes, tell us.”

“Here… you’ve got a boy,” the man smiled at us.

My heart fluttered, seeing him on the screen, moving just slightly inside me. He was so tiny, and he was mine. He was ours.

I turned to see Raphael teary-eyed, and kissed him. He kissed me back happily and then chuckled, “you got a knack for making boys, Dolores… I can’t wait to meet my third son.”

“Isn’t that final chromosome your fault?” I tried to tease him.

He might have let me get away with that if no one else was in the room, but the ultrasound technician chuckled and agreed, “technically is your fault, man…”

Raphael, maybe trying not to snap, laughed and said, “technically don’t remember asking you to speak.”

“I’m sorry, he didn’t mean that,” I calmly tried to de-escalate the situation.

“Absolutely I meant it,” Raphael spoke up from behind me.

“Okay, we’re done with that,” I snapped at him.

Raphael scoffed, and then turned to the ultrasound tech, “we’re definitely done here. Anything look off about our son? Anything else you need to look at? Or can you finally take your hands off my woman?”

I sighed in exasperation, “Raphael…”

He didn’t budge though, and the ultrasound tech pretended to look around for another minute, before updating my chart and leaving.

…

As soon as we got in the car, the argument started. I asked him, “why did you have to be so rude to the ultrasound tech?”

“Are you having an affair?” He returned the question heatedly and completely warped.

“No! Why are you like this? I’m pregnant with your son,” I showed him my pregnant belly.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy being touched by him,” Raphael continued his accusations.

I groaned loudly and then rolled my eyes in his direction, “well I don’t.”

He didn’t like my response. He made that clear by smacking me hard across the face, “don’t fucking look at me like that again! Don’t you fucking dare.”

I turned to look at him, but he hit me again before I could meet his eyes. He smacked me even harder this second time, and I heard a ringing in my ear, “Raphael… stop…”

He grabbed me by the neck, his fist squeezing at first as tight as he could. He loosened his grip a lot, but left his hand there, “I’m not afraid to hurt you, so why do you act like I won’t?”

My eyes met his. Mine were tearless, but wide and shocked. The ringing had faded as I spoke, “sometimes I just think you’re better than that.”

He releases my neck, so he can hit me across the face again. As our eyes meet, this time, his are full of a deep sexual need.

He groaned and grabbed me by the neck, kissing me. During the kiss I heard movement. When I looked, he had taken out his cock and was stroking it.

It was rock solid, and the tip pulsating. He opened my mouth with his tongue, and then shoved my mouth around his cock the moment he got a chance.

I was suffocated by it immediately. He went all the way down my throat, and my heart was racing. He had hit me and it hurt, and I wanted to give him consequences…

He had just hit his pregnant wife.

But, I couldn’t think of consequences.

My mouth just wrapped around obediently. I sucked on his throbbing cock happily as he started driving us home.

Any time I tried to pull away for longer than a second, his hand would be at the back of my head again. He’d shove my head down back onto his cock, and he would pull my hair in a rhythm along him.

I took it every time, because I couldn’t help myself. He tasted amazing and I just constantly desired him. Even this negative attention… what was I doing? It turned me on, so much…

When he pulled into our neighborhood, I realized he didn’t pull into our driveway but that of his mom’s house. He parked the car in reverse, facing us towards the street.

His seat was rolled all the way back already from his height, so he just lifted me off the seat and began to lower my pussy over his cock.

Again, so turned on from my pregnancy hormones, I just eased my way onto his cock and began to bounce on him. I squeezed his dick, feeling every vein.

Anybody that walked by would be able to see us through the front windshield, but that just made me want to be quicker. My breasts were free, moving with every thrust.

Both of his hands were occupied with holding me up, but that didn’t stop him from peaking his head over and sucking on my breasts.

“Sensitive… Sensitive…” I kept moaning, shaking as I jumped along his shaft.

“You want this, Lola… don’t fucking lie to me… I’m going to cum inside that little pussy, you whore… No one else gets to do that. Just me,” he groaned, thrusting up to meet my pussy.

I began to twitch and cum, shaking as I moaned, “fuuck, Raphael! Right there, yes…”

“Take my cum, baby, take it…” He muttered, beginning to reach all the way to my cervix and releasing more cum into me. He rubbed my clit as he continued to cum, “all of it, my Doll… don’t leave anything.”

My hips moved along him as I accepted every bit of him into me.

Immediately after we both finished, the speaker in his car played his mom’s ringtone. He answered, and I scrambled to get dressed while he pulled his pants back up.

“You’re late,” his mom said, irritated.

“We’ll be there in less than five minutes,” Raphael commented, followed by an I love ya mom, and a quick ending of the call on his part.

August 1, 2028.

Theo’s fifth birthday.

How has he grown so fast before my eyes? Will I always feel this much pressure seeing my babies grow up?

Raphael and I awoke before the sunrise, exchanging sleepy kisses in the darkness of our bedroom.

And your heart, love, has such darkness, I feel it in the corners of the room.

Theo had recently been move into a shared room with his brother, while Eden slept in the nursery still.

So, Raphael and I tip-toed through the dark halls to the boys room, and walked in. Raphael turned the lights on as I went to Theo’s bed, kneeling beside him.

I began to sing, “happy birthday, Theo,” in a soft voice, touching his dark brown curls sweetly. My other hand began to nudge him slightly, as my voice got a little louder.

Raphael joined me in the singing, just as Theo’s blue eyes opened.

As he heard the familiar song, his eyes lit up and a smile began to spread on his tired face. He met my eyes and reached out to hug me, “thank you, mama…”

“Happy Birthday, my little teddy bear,” I smiled completely, pulling my son into a tight hug.

He reciprocated, and then said, “thanks, dad!��

Raphael smiled at him and ruffled his curls a little more, “Happy Birthday, Grizzly Kid.”

Theo laughed, smiling at Raphael and still hugging me.

I pulled away for him to hug Raphael, but Theo clung on for a second longer, his eyes shifting away from his dad to me again.

He looked at me with concern, “mama… why is your cheek so red?”

I hadn’t looked in the mirror, I had been in the dark until that point… But, my first son’s tender blue eyes were full of pain and worry — on his birthday, how unfair.

I looked around the room into a reflection that captured me. I was standing there in their bedroom, my long, curly brown hair falling messily along my body.

My honey eyes scan the glass only to find a deep red palm print along my cheek under my eye. My hand went up to touch it, to see if it hurt. It was tender and sore, and slightly elevated.

Behind me in the reflection is my husband. He stands tall, but his eyes are dark and hard to read. His hands move to me, touching my waist and shoulder hotly. Returning me to reality.

My eyes shift back onto my Theo, who’s lips were scowling in an almost puppy-like way, I began “honey…”

My husbands fingertips pressed deeper along where he held me. I could feel the fire in his touch. In that moment, without speaking, he commanded me, “tell him you did it to yourself.”

“This really isn’t anything, Theo buns,” I pulled away from my husband quickly, taking my son back into a hug, “no scowling on your birthday! Mama is fine, let’s wake up Leon and Eden and let’s all celebrate with dad.”

Theo scanned my face, but if I was good at anything it was lying under pressure.

Soon, we woke up his siblings.

The day was spent as family time.

Paybacks for kids and you say that I act like a kid.

The night, after they were back in bed… That was a different story.

Raphael and I went outside.

I was shaking, my anger felt like it was swallowing me whole. I didn’t feel like treating him kindly, I had played his game all day.

“Look at my fucking face,” I told him, approaching him.

He had barely looked me in the eye all day, even then just glancing over at me and back into the desert around our home.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He responded defensively.

Could you last a day in my position? Understand the pain that you’re dismissing.

“FUCK YOU!” I shouted back at him angrily, seething, and shoving him hard.

He took a couple steps back but quickly regained his composure. His anger was all over his face, as he turned to face me.

“Don’t fucking shove me, you dumb bitch! This is how all our physical fights start, don’t —”

Payback’s a bitch and you say that I act like a bitch.

I smacked him across the face, hard.

He looked surprised but quickly turned to me again, “are you fucking insane?”

“Did you like that?” I asked, sweetly. My voice teased him.

His eyes were still so furious, “you don’t get to hit your husband.”

I got closer to him, my face searching for his, “but you get to hit your wife, though?”

“There’s different rules for women in my religion and you know that,” his response was short.

My voice heated, my eyes red, “I don’t care. I don’t give a single fuck.”

“Stop fucking talking to me like that,” he interrupted.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I interrupted him in return.

He was so different these days and I could never really figure out what it was. How can you not give the man you love the benefit of the doubt?

We used to fight before — I thought it wasn’t anything… I thought it wasn’t ever going to get worse… Not like this, this isn’t the same.

He’s not like this sober.

But he hasn’t drank.

So, if it’s the alcohol, why did he grab me after what I said?

“I’m going to fucking hurt you,” he promised, his hands digging into my arms on either side. His tall body was trapping me and I felt suffocated.

I stared up at him, my heart was racing as I tried to struggle my way out. His grip was so tight. I pushed against his chest as he pulled me in but I got nowhere.

The last time anyone held me this tight, it was my lying ex when I was a teenager.

I looked up at him in my struggle, “what the fuck are you doing, I’m pregnant!”

“Oh my fucking God, Dolores. I’m not going to hurt our baby,” he seethed this out but I still didn’t believe him.

For somebody I thought was my savior…

Why? If he’s sober —

Why did he push me towards the house? Why did he barely catch me before I hit the ground? He picked me up though, carrying me inside.

“We won’t fight… Today is Theo’s birthday and tomorrow is Leon’s…”

That was all he said, joining me in bed.

And the silence haunts our bed chamber...

August 2, 2028.

Leon’s 3 years old today. He’s so handsome and serious, his father’s duplicate with soft black hair and my honey eyes. He laughs so much with his brother, and only with his brother.

His little mind is so creative, calling his brother “Bear” and his sister “Bunny”, and saying that his name is spelled LION.

For his birthday wish, he wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered, “I want big dogs to play with.”

True to his word — Raphael and I haven’t fought.

August 3, 2028.

Taken from a short form pregnancy journal:

Time: 7am. what happened? lot of pain, contractions… or cramps… cramps…

Time: 7:30am. what happened? got up to pee, bizarre discharge

Time: 8am. what happened? pain is a lot worse, waking Raphael.

Time: 8:30am. what happened? used the bathroom again, tried to poop, nothing. pain doesn’t feel like gas.

Time: 9am. what happened? I don’t feel well anymore, we’re going to the hospital.

Time: 9:30am. what happened? checked in.

Time: 8pm. what happened? discharged after hours of testing. The baby seemed fine, my pregnancy is going smoothly. going home.

Something is still wrong, but nobody believes me.

August 4, 2028.

I woke up that morning with Raphael, as I soaked our bed in blood. I was extremely confused, miscarriage risks are really low…

Why…

I’m sobbing as we get out of the bed. It’s a crime scene, and I’m shaking uncontrollably.

I don’t want to wake my children but I am destroyed.

Raphael took off the sheets like he remembered me telling him before. Except, last time I had gone into labor. This time, my body was giving up on me.

I fell to the floor and just cried as Raphael came to my side, “come on…”

“What?” I asked, my eyes full of tears as I stared up at him. I was in so much pain, my body cramping.

“I have to take you to the hospital,” Raphael told me, reaching down to help me off the ground.

I didn’t want to but I stood, and went with my husband to the hospital.

My third son was taken out of me at 4:44pm. The world went silent when I felt that happen. When I realized I didn’t have him. When I knew I’d never see him grow.

I cried for hours, and even long after we were sent home. I wasn’t making a noise anymore, but my tears had kept flowing.

It felt so stupid, I felt so terrible. I didn’t know who’s body I was in anymore, I was spiraling.

Raphael disappeared when we arrived home.

At first, I didn’t want to look for him but it was dark outside and I had no idea where my husband was. I was vulnerable and just desired to spend time with him.

I looked around the house and ultimately saw him through the kitchen window. He had just stepped outside with some liquor but as he sat on our patio sofa, he pulled out a pill bottle from his pocket.

There was no label on it, but there were multiple pills. He dropped an amount I couldn’t see into his palm. From there he put it in his mouth, and then took a shot straight out of the whiskey bottle.

My husband hasn’t been sober. He’s been doing pills, along with his alcohol addiction. I don’t know when I last saw him sober. Did I ever know him sober?

I turned and went back to our bedroom, getting in my pajamas and then in bed. I hid under the blankets and tried to fall asleep.

This one took forever to put together!! Sorry about the delay. So glad I have time before I have to post the next DIE post, because it'll probably be another long one.

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CW: explicit language, controlling behavior, descriptions of stripping, dirty smut wut can i say, unprotected intercourse, p in v, slight jealousy towards the end. 2.1K words.

Into mid-November and immediately after his performances Rocco began growing in popularity throughout the Lilac Gorge. There was a lot of talk about his music, there was a lot of attention on him from locals and visitors when he entered the club.

When he’d enter, Angel would be under his arm, always in a short dress and her puffer jackets.

Her hair had gotten cut now and was at her shoulders, but the whole point was for her face to be accentuated by her short hair, and her body to be highlighted by the dresses and jewelry Rocco draped her in.

She was happy in a weird way, but found herself resenting all the attention. She was ecstatic for him to have the attention, yet she was jealous. Angel desired his attention, his brown eyes on hers.

He was so good at giving her validation. He treated her like his partner, like a final decisions manager, and he always looked off during his performances. During these trail offs, he’d meet her green eyes and sing just to her.

Her heart raced, feeling as if in those moments they shared some spatial connection that no one else would get to have. That made her less jealous.

Front row, every show like a hype man. Sing along word for word watching my bae.

Angel always had a spot near the stage, and she loved listening to him. Most of the time the clubs paid him to sing radio classics, but when he’d sing songs he was writing, Angel felt so special.

She sang quietly to those with him, her eyes so excited as she watched him move along the stage. She never made a sound, she was too shy for that, but she loved watching him perform. He was in his element.

Whether the crowd knew the song or not, everyone always loved Rocco. He was just so pleasantly show stealing without being overwhelming, and he was crazy charming.

She watched him wondering why she always found herself so enthralled with these types of men. The types to gather attention to him like a light to moths. They were always beyond human, they were God like and powerful.

She couldn’t figure it out, but Rocco made eye contact with her from the stage, and her mind dissolved as she listened to his singing and faded into the background.

You and I, so who do we trust? You and I, until the day we die. Groupie love.

When the show ended, everyone disappeared from the stage, with Rocco and Angel disappearing into the changing room they had for talent.

It was a decently nice room with a comfortable sofa, an area for clothes, and a mirror. The lights in the room were identical to the lights in the club, so you’d do your make up to look good in the dark.

Angel followed him into the room. The tall, dark man had shades on in the bright hallways. Maybe he’d look ridiculous with the shades, if it wasn’t him. He just exuded charm, so he was easy to forgive for anything.

He wore a light weight button down in a lilac color, and she was wearing a dress that matched. The dress was as short as he liked it.

Soon as they entered the changing room, Rocco began to kiss Angel, “fuck, Star… this dress looks amazing on you, you looked perfect sitting in the crowd.”

“Was I your favorite girl to look at?” Angel asked him, teasing him and returning his kiss with her open mouth.

“I haven’t been looking at any other girls since I met you,” Rocco promised, lifting her dress to feel her bare ass, “I was thinking about you, and this… the whole damn time.”

“How’d you not get hard?” Angel again poked him.

Rocco laughed and then pulled away, noticing he was still wearing his shades. He took them off and set them on the vanity, taking Angel’s hand and kissing it, “I didn’t get hard because I couldn’t disrespect you like that.”

Angel laughed, pulling her hand away and walking away from him, “sit on the chair.”

He did as she asked, and she came around him. She started by rubbing his shoulders in the dark room, humming a song that he had been singing. The massage caused Rocco to groan happily, leaning his head back.

She loved that she got to experience being a stripper. Everything about Angel was sex appeal. She was beautiful, hard to ignore, but besides the physical — her personality and eyes always drew people near her.

Her green eyes were sweet, and didn’t carve into your soul. Her touch was electric to anyone that got near her.

Satisfied, Angel moved around to the front of his body, touching him with a finger as she moved. Once in front of him, she sat her ass down on his lap, beginning to grind and dance on it.

She was singing a song in her head, humming it aloud for Rocco to hear, but he was just mesmerized. Her hips moved so hotly, and sure he’d noticed that during sex… But, they’d never really danced together until that moment.

Rocco sighed, touching along the back of her dress, “you look so good.”

As she moved her body along his growing bulge, she began to shed her dress, slipping out of it sexily. His hands went to her waist, but she grabbed his hand and removed it, “no, no…”

“Why not?” Rocco asked, rubbing his crotch against her grinding, covered pussy.

“I can touch you, you can’t touch me. Don’t just forget the rules,” Angel spoke firmly, and continued her seduction of Rocco.

It only intensified as she got on her knees, and began to pull his pants off. His bulge only got scarier without his pants, his underwear holding on tightly to the fighting cock.

She moved up, pulling his boxers down and inviting his cock out to play. Her breasts, out of her dress, pressed to his cock. She spit on her tits and rubbed her nipples into the saliva, spreading it over his tip with her tits.

He groaned, and went to touch her, but stopped himself, “fuck, Star… fuck, that’s a really bad girl, not letting me touch you.”

“Promise, I’m not,” She told him, standing up and pulling her panties down in front of him. She was bent over, showing him her wet pussy. He wanted to eat her, taste her, suck on her clit, but he wasn’t allowed to touch. He watched with anger increasing.

She lowered her pussy down onto his cock, not on his tip, but along his shaft, rubbing her ass up and down as she moved. She kept humming that song, her tits moved freely. Rocco couldn’t help himself, and started grinding back, guiding his cock into a moaning Angel.

“Mmm, Rocco…” She gasped and looked back at him dramatically, knowing this had been her plan along.

He started by making sure he was all the way in, and then he told her, “keep moving that ass like you were just a second ago. You were being all sexy and stuff, keep it going then!”

So she did, moaning timidly, but moving her hips expertly along his cock. He bit his lip watching it happen, “fuck, Star… that’s my Star…”

Her hips shook, dropping her fat ass down while her pussy swallowed up his cock. She was hot and wet, and he was rubbing her clit without permission while her moans got louder.

He felt himself on the verge, his thrusts starting to slow as he attempted to temper himself, “I’m going to cum very soon, I need you to suck my cock.”

This time, though, she didn’t jump off. Instead, she increased her speed, and looked back at him, her lips trembling, “what if I let you cum in my pussy?”

Rocco’s breath hitched, “you sure about that?”

“Fill me up, Rocco,” Angel encouraged him, dropping her hips along his shaft. She wanted to take every inch of his cock, she wanted him to feel this good.

He continues thrusting along with her, his mind lost at what must have changed her mind. He doesn’t care though, given the opportunity to cum in her? To fill her up? That wasn’t worth questioning.

He finished with a groan, bursting all the way into her. She felt her pussy tighten to try and take all his cum in, then felt the excess begin to leak out. She lowered her hips, trying to collect everything that fell out.

Too sensitive to keep fucking her in the same position, Rocco lifted her off of him and took her to the sofa in the room, laying her down.

“That was so amazing,” he leaned forward to kiss her, squeezing her breasts in his hands.

Angel smiled and kissed him back, “I wanted to feel you, Rocco. Did you like it?”

“It was the best I’ve ever had,” Rocco promised her, kissing her again on the mouth and groaning, “fuck, we can’t stay here… Come on, get dressed… We’ll finish at the van.”

Angel at first lazily hesitated, but after a sexual choking from Rocco and a couple more deep strokes in her pussy, she got up happily after Rocco.

She put herself back together, and they exited the building. The little town audience had gathered outside waiting for Rocco, and countless people asked for autographs.

Rocco signed away, a quiet Angel holding onto his coat while he met so many different people. There was last a woman, about Rocco’s age and older than Angel, with straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She was pretty and Angel immediately didn’t like her.

When she spoke to Rocco, she told him, “my name’s Grace, I’m actually a drummer with my own set. If you ever need someone to play percussion for you… I’m your girl.”

Angel watched Grace. The woman looked at the smaller girl, smiling at her and then turning her attention back to Rocco, “here’s my card.”

She handed Rocco a card with her name and number on it, and then asked for an autograph on her arm. Rocco gave her the signature, placing her info card in his coat pocket, “I’ll be sure to reach out then if I see myself needing drums.”

Grace smiled at him and walked away. Angel counted in her head, trying to stay calm and not freak out unnecessarily.

Rocco led her to the van, and soon the two were inside, having sex again. Angel couldn’t shake the thoughts of the woman, though, and she spoke, “if you hire Grace, she’ll try to sleep with you.”

Rocco was in the middle of plowing into Angel from behind, “what? She didn’t give off the vibe at all.”

He didn’t slow down, mostly because the conversation just wasn’t important to him — he had no interest in Grace and wouldn’t sleep with her even if she was being presented to him on a silver platter. He had Angel and he couldn’t get enough of her.

Still, Angel was nervous as she spoke, “do you want to sleep with another woman?”

Rocco stopped, “No! I’m happy with you, just you, since I met you. I don’t want anyone else. How could I? You give me so much and I’m constantly hungry for you.”

Angel seemed satisfied for now, kissing Rocco and pulling away. She asked him to lay down and she got on top of him, dropping her fat ass down along his thick cock.

She moaned with every thrust that ripped her pussy open, his hands hungrily and greedily littered bites and kisses along her breasts and neck.

Her voice peaked as she felt him begin to fill her again. He’s erupting into her pussy with just as much cum as he had earlier. Her pussy is soaking wet from his semen.

They kiss tongue to tongue, holding each other before pulling away.

“Hot,” Angel commented, fanning herself with her hand, “sometimes you fuck me too good.” She slipped her panties on to capture the cream leaking out of her, and then moved to the passenger seat.

She was naked except for her panties, luckily there was a sun vizor covering each window, but she blasted the AC to get some relief from the heat of sex.

Rocco laughed, but he was drenched in sweat so he joined her the moment he’d cleaned off his cock.

Rocco's storyline is... not gonna lie here... probably my least favorite to write. Which, knowing what's coming? I feel like that's saying a lot! Another pretty short one, but I feel like this story is going to wrap pretty nicely and I think I'm going to enjoy finishing the last post for everyone. Stick around cuties pies ;) <3 Songs below

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CW: explicit language, descriptions of sexual intercourse in public where couple is nearly caught. MDNI. 3.1K words

The Red Highway isn’t the same when you stay out of the dark. There were deserts, and high cliffs, winding mountains and endless nothingness. Then it opened into the Lilac Gorge.

A flatter area within a valley, with the road exiting up a steep hill. Rocco and Angel stopped here for a few days, as fall weather conditions continued being absurd and dangerous that year.

The Lilac Gorge was a safe haven from the crime found along the Red Highway, with three tiny towns occupying the entirety of the valley floor. The gorge was named after the abundant lilac fields, throughout the towns and all over the valley floor.

It was a little piece of paradise among the vast scariness that was the road of Angel’s nightmares. She wondered if maybe it was the Lilac Gorge that she always dreamed about ending up with Lazarus in.

Still, she didn’t try to ponder too much on that thought. Whenever she did, her world would spin out of control again.

Rocco parked the van in a little lot, “this trailer park is gorgeous, Star, there’s flowers everywhere.”

Angel got off the bed and made her way to the passenger seat of the van as Rocco got out and opened her door.

She hopped out onto a field of green grass that was trimmed short for the lots to be easily distinguished. Then, just outside the trailer park there was a field of lilacs beside one of the high mountains that isolated the valley.

The trailer park was pretty empty, and no one was awake to play in the fields, so maybe that’s what made Angel want to go out there. She looked over her shoulder at Rocco, “I’m going to go walk through those flowers.”

“Looks like there’s paths in there, so you just might be able to,” Rocco said, closing the van and locking the doors.

Angel made her way across the grass trailer park to the open field of lilacs. The field was pale pink, and the smell of them was so strong that she was hypnotized.

She walked along the edges between the flowers, occasionally touching a petal and letting the smells fill the air.

Rocco chuckled from behind her, and Angel turned around with her furrowed brows, “why you laughing?”

He pointed at her and smiled, “you’re adorable. You’re so excited to be here and be outside. You’re one with nature and it’s cool to see.”

Angel softened up, realizing he meant no harm, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was on her toes to reach the tall man, but dangled her arms gracefully, “Want to get closer to nature?”

Rocco raised his brows as he looked down at her, holding her waist in his strong hands, “I’d have to get a condom out the van.”

“You want to fuck nature?” She asked curiously, further teasing him.

He laughed and pushed against her, kissing her as his grip on her waist tightened, “don’t act like you aren’t offering your body to me.”

She stared up at him with her sweet green eyes, her bottom lip pouting, “I’m a good girl, I could never…”

“That you are, but you definitely did,” Rocco agreed partially, and then squeezed an ass cheek in his hand tightly.

“Oww,” Angel moaned helplessly.

“You need it, don’t you?” Rocco asked, kissing her lips with an open mouth again.

“Mmm… just a little,” She whimpered out, holding onto his collar and pulling him down to her.

“You taste amazing,” he let it out in a groan, grabbing her by the back of the hair and pulling her into another kiss.

He squeezed her before letting one hand search his pocket, then switching to search with the other hand. Finally, he said, “score. I had one in my pocket.”

Angel guided him through the field, then she knelt down in between the bushels of lilac. She looked up at him as her hand felt his bulge through his pants, her hand tightened around the print of his length.

He groaned from the pressure, looking around and then unzipping his pants, getting his cock out for her.

She took his cock into her throat, her tongue sliding along the 9 inches happily. She was moaning and her tongue worked wonders along his throbbing shaft.

Rocco’s voice was lowered into a grumble, his joyous groans muffled by his choice to bite on his lip, but finally, “fuck, Angel… my Star…”

She looked through her dark lashes at him, and then closed her eyes to get him deeper in her throat. She loved the way he felt, she loved having sex and she hated admitting that.

She definitely felt like a whore, having jumped so quickly from loving Lazarus to deep throating another man in a field… She told herself that it was inevitable though, she couldn’t live hoping to rekindle anything with Lazarus.

Why wasn’t she allowed to move on? She was more than confident that he would be moving on soon anyway.

She didn’t feel any need to wait around for Lazarus to find her again, she wanted to enjoy her life. And Rocco… he was beautiful, his voice amazing, he was kind, and he felt easier to trust and believe in than Lazarus.

Of course, there was no shortage of attraction between Rocco and Angel either. They each found the other sexually appealing and were very hungry for one another.

That was one thing, of course, that it was always less aggressive with Rocco. Not to say he didn’t squeeze her or smack her ass, but he couldn’t slap her face. He’d happily choke her though, so he started to pump his cock deeper into her throat, holding her in place by the head.

“Mmm,” Angel mumbled hotly against Rocco’s cock, and her tongue swirled on his tip as her head moved in a rhythm.

His breathing hitched and he held his cock all the way down her throat, as his balls started to lurch with his orgasm. He sighed heavily and then let out a laugh, “you’re amazing.”

Angel lapped up all his cum, sliding her mouth off his cock and opening her mouth to show him the prize she’d won. She swallowed his hot load and looked up at him from her knees, “you’re not done, though…”

She was right, Rocco desperately wanted to fuck her in that field. He got down on his knees with her and the two shared a passionate kiss, as Rocco’s hands began to lift Angel’s top.

Her breasts came out and Rocco moved down, sucking on the nipples and playing with them, before leading his hand down and removing her pants, “you’ve got such a fat ass… You need to start wearing dresses to make fucking you easier.”

“It’s getting cold, I can’t,” she moaned in protest, as his index and middle fingers began to enter her pussy.

“It’s not that cold here, remember? We won’t be leaving for a little bit… I want to see you walking these streets in summer dresses, I want to be able to lift your skirt and fuck you anywhere,” he explained his needs and desires to her, spitting on his fingers and lacing the spit along her wet pussy.

Her clit was throbbing and her legs shook as she felt him touching her, “Let me feel your cock, Rocco, please…”

Everything came out like choked moans, her hips grinding to the rhythm of his finger fucking.

“You’re so fucking horny,” he called her out, ignoring what he had previously said, and lining his cock up with her entrance. She was wet and ready for him, so he just pushed himself in, groaning, “fuck… you’re still so small…”

“Do you hate it?” She moaned.

He chuckled and pulled her hair, “I could never.” Then, he slowly began to fuck her, pulling his cock out nice and slow.

Rammed it right back in, pulled it out, rammed it. His precious Star was a moaning mess, and Rocco wanted so badly to finish inside of her.

He played with her tits and then smacked her ass real hard, quickening his pace to speak, “can I finish inside of you?”

She wasn’t thinking, busy enjoying every rough thrust he shoved deeper into her gut. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth hungry for more of his lips.

He kissed her and pulled her hair, harder, this time his voice slightly meaner, “can I finish inside of you? Yes or no?”

“Will you be mad if I say no?” She asked him in between thrusts, her moans loud, her legs trembling.

“I won’t be,” Rocco promised her, loosening his grip on her hair and patting her head gingerly, “I want you to want it. If you don’t want it, I’ll just cum in your mouth again if you’re okay with that.”

“That sounds better… Too soon…” She tried to explain, not wanting to say no but not wanting to argue with him either. If it had been Lazarus, and if Lazarus had kept going, she would have let him have her way. She thought she’d probably feel the same way about Rocco soon.

He just nodded his head, kissed her on the mouth affectionately and continued slamming his hips rhythmically into her, leading her into a first and second orgasm simultaneously. As she came, her cream covered Rocco’s veiny cock and painted it white.

Rocco groaned, just brought to the brink by the hot sight of her cream all over him, he pulled out quickly, moving Angel onto her knees again.

He stood back up and slipped his cock back into Angel’s mouth, pulling her in close as he finished down her throat.

She gagged, then moaned, taking it all down her throat as soon as she adjusted herself. She held her head firm, making sure to suck him off as he pulled back out of her throat.

“Perfect,” Rocco said, and reached down for her, helping her off the ground, “You’re fucking perfect… Okay, breakfast?”

“I already had so much protein,” she teased him, kissing him happily after she had swallowed his load, “but breakfast does actually sound really good. We’ve been working up a sweat.”

“That, and we go into each town until we find a place to get you dresses,” Rocco added to the itinerary, smacking her ass then making sure she was dressed.

“My legs are going to be cold,” the girl protested, following Rocco back to the van.

“I’ll make sure to keep you warm,” Rocco promised her.

…

There was one store that sold exclusively clothing, and luckily it was a short walk from where they’d left the van. Rocco and Angel were always going back and forth with song ideas.

Rocco usually started it with some kind of abstract sound or rhythm, a guitar chord or a drum beat done on the floor of the van. Quickly, she would add lyrics.

At first, the lyrics were just a hum, a word or two, a hum. The more they spent time making songs though, the quicker he began to notice a sharp light in Angel’s eyes.

By the time they were walking to that store, Angel was nodding her head to a rhythm that he had made the night before when he couldn’t sleep.

Rocco glanced at her, “I thought you were asleep.”

“No, I heard you… I was pretty exhausted so I couldn’t move but I heard you doing that before you came to bed,” she tried to explain, and then ignored him again as she tried to place the lyric.

Her eyes seemed to bounce through so many stories, and she finally seemed to come to one, “In my bones mmm… burning me close mmm… Do you hear what I’m hearing?”

He nodded his head, remembering the sound and beat-boxing a similar sound rhythm for her. He liked surprising her with all the things he knew, and her eyes grew wide in excitement.

“I didn’t know you could beat box! You sing, play guitar — you must play drums too? And you can beat box too?” She swooned all over him, hugging his arm.

Angel’s affection always spun his heart. Rocco didn’t know what got into himself, barely having spent two weeks with this girl. She wasn’t fake, she fell into the pleasures of life and lived it freely. He admired that about her.

He wanted to know so much about her, but he realized how much he had done knowing so little about her. She was a transient, and so was he but — it wasn’t the same.

“I can do a lot of things… before me, Angel, who were you with?” Rocco asked curiously, and then explained, “I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend. We broke up a year ago and I’ve had sex twice since.”

She stared up at him, a little confused about his line of questioning, then coming to understand his worry. Clearing her throat, “I lost my virginity to my gang leader ex-boyfriend, and I got raped by a gang member the night before I met you.”

“How did you get to the convenience store?” He asked, his face displaying his concern for her. There was no judgement on his face.

“I walked through the woods all night until I arrived there that morning,” she explained, her fingers lacing in between his.

“You’re really brave,” Rocco told her sincerely, hugging her tightly and then kissing her head, “maybe tomorrow we go to a doctor together and we both get STD tests.”

She actually liked the idea of that, as well as have the doctor touch around to make sure she still had an implant in her arm that would help her not get pregnant. She nodded her head, and agreed.

Rocco opened the doors of the store as they walked in, and instructed Angel to pick out nice dresses, a puffer jacket she really liked, and some cute boots.

Angel went through the selection of dresses, picking out a lilac pink dress, a lavender dress, and a third more blush pink dress. She moved on to picking out a white puffer jacket, with cute white boots that were slightly fluffy on the outside.

Once everything was picked out, they went to the changing rooms and Rocco noticed immediately that there wasn’t an attendant, so he told her to go and that he would follow.

Angel picked out one of the bigger rooms so they’d have space, and she hung everything up as Rocco sat down in a chair in the corner of the room.

She started to undress, taking her top off and setting it down. Next she took her shoes off, followed by slipping out of her pants.

She tossed the first dress over her head. It was a lilac baby doll, and was mid thigh length, her fat ass barely covered by the dress, “this one is definitely a no.”

“Why is that?” Rocco asked, reaching out to touch her, “come here, lemme see you.”

She turned to face him, and his eyes were hungry and warm, beckoning her forward. She walked a couple feet forward and gave him her hands when he asked for them.

He admired her bare legs, looking up her frame in the dress, finishing on her cleavage and hard nipples, “look at those tits, Star… fuck… let me touch them.”

“Feel the dress, focus on why we’re here,” she told him, but she leaned forward for him to play with her tits.

He groped each breast from outside the dress, his grip hard and hot, but then he forced her tits out of the dress, and started sucking on her nipples. He bit a little and she moaned, her fingers curling in his brown hair.

“Mmm, Rocco…” her legs shook a little, but he let go of her suddenly. She looked confused at him.

Rocco chuckled and pointed at the dresses, “finish up. You’ve got more stuff to try on.”

She slid off the dress right in front of him, making sure her fat ass touched his knee, then standing back up slowly. He smacked her ass roughly, but stayed sitting, watching her.

The next dress was pink, the top a corset of flowers, and the skirt short tulle again barely covering her beautiful ass.

He watched the dress come on and saw the way it hugged her curves, just in awe of her. Rocco grabbed her again, but this time lifted her skirt and lowered her onto his lap, where she could feel his bulge.

“Fuck… I don’t think we should, Radio Boy…” she pleaded with her lover, hoping that using his nickname would level him.

His greedy hands were feeling the boning of the corset, and then feeling her breasts. He squeezed her tits firmly and sighed against her neck, “you feel the way your ass rubs against me? How could I ever stop craving you?”

“You have to learn restraint,” she moaned, rubbed her ass against his cock one more time, then got up and started to change.

The next dress was more purple, and the sleeves hung off her shoulders. For this one, Rocco already his cock out of his pants, and was stroking it as he watched, “come give me head, Star.”

She couldn’t say no to him. She turned around and kneeled down in front of him. As she took it in her mouth, her tongue came out, licking the base of the shaft. His veins were exposed and his cock was throbbing.

As she happily slurped him up, she heard someone coming into the changing room. Rocco, not perturbed, sped up his assault on her mouth, cumming in her throat just as they heard a voice clearing their throat from the mid way point of the room.

He pulled away and fixed his pants immediately. Angel stood and switched into her pants, throwing on her shirt. Rocco stood from the chair and she sat down to put on her shoes, as a knock came to the door.

Rocco opened it, playing it cool, “yeah?”

“Are you two done in here?” the store clerk asked, irritated by Rocco.

Angel nodded her head, tying her shoes. Rocco grabbed all the clothes off the hanger for her, and said, “we’ll be getting everything.”

The store clerk nodded her head and walked away from them. They followed suit momentarily, Rocco handing the lady cash to pay for their items.

Then they headed on their merry way.

Not sure how I'm feeling about author's notes and polls at the end -- kind of a fan of the polls but not sold on the author's notes, excited to see what you all prefer. Hope you enjoyed the story <3

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