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January 10, 2031

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DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

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CW: dead dove do not eat, explicit smut interactions, dub con. MDNI. 3K Words.

Raphael and Julius had taken turns driving, but I was busy listening to music most of the drive and just trying to enjoy a little vacation. I wanted to see them have fun, but I didn’t want to sacrifice my own fun.

We got to the Grand Canyon in the dark. They parked at one of the points and as soon as the doors unlocked, I got out even as they protested to get my door.

I walked out towards the South Rim, slowing down a hundred feet from a drop off, and twirling in the cold moonlight. The stars were beautiful above my head, and the sky looked impossibly clear that night.

I held my arms out and started to cry.

Raphael and Julius had been bickering the tiniest bit, but that hadn’t initiated any sadness. They both sprang into action upon hearing me cry.

Their voices rang out at the same time, saying different things but conveying the same worry.

J’s voice was warm, “Dolly, don’t cry, I’m here…”

Raphael’s also, “Lola, what’s wrong, I’m here…”

I ignored both of them though, and kept crying, “I’m such a terrible mom for leaving my babies!”

I felt hands touch me in the darkness, and I couldn’t make out right away who it was, but then they were both there.

They had pulled me into a group hug essentially, and each of them was rubbing a side of my head with their hands.

Julius spoke first, “you’re the best mom I’ve ever met. You love your babies so much, the time apart is good for you.”

Raphael added, “this is your favorite place in the world. The babies won’t remember this, they’ll be so happy to see you tomorrow.”

I nodded my head and asked to be let go from their hug. When they freed me, I rubbed my eyes free of the tears. They were doing so good at thinking about my emotions but I wasn’t even trying to test them.

I decided to enjoy my favorite place for a few minutes longer. We roamed along the rim trail in the darkness, listening to the nothingness of the Grand Canyon. I was entranced by it, and kept walking slower to listen closer.

The two men were on either side of me, walking a few feet ahead but they always stopped and waited for me to catch up if they felt I was too far.

That night was probably the safest I felt around either of them in so long.

It was nice to be around them and see them interact so casually with one another. The lack of arguing was noticeable with the two getting along more than they had in years.

I decided that it was time to drive up to the lodge, so I grabbed their attention and we went back to the car.

At the lodge, they gave us three rooms in line at a hallway.

My room was at the very end and I went in expecting to be in bed within ten or fifteen minutes.

I was ready to crash, and I set my overnight bag aside and went to the bathroom to get changed. I had brought a very short night gown that was white.

I hadn’t worn it before but when I slipped it on, I didn’t get much time to look at my reflection before I heard knocking at the room door. It sounded urgent, so I went to the door quickly.

At the door, Julius and Raphael stood. I stared up at the two men after I opened the door, my eyes wide like I’d been caught in headlights, “what happened?”

Julius shook his head, trying to calm me, “no, nothing. We just wanted to hang out with you for a bit longer.”

“I was getting ready for bed,” I responded, moving slightly to close the door.

Raphael had his foot in the door, and held the door open, “we won’t bother you for too long. Let’s watch some TV and smoke?”

I looked up at him, and then at Julius, before I turned, walking further into the room as they entered behind me, “fine. Let me go put my clothes back on…”

Julius grabbed my hand and stopped me before I could go to the bathroom, “keep that on. You look beautiful.”

I pulled my hand away as he turned me to face him, and I noticed how close Raphael was too. They were both right after me, looking at me with their hungry eyes.

I blushed, and went to grab the remote, walking past them, “I really think I should change. I don’t like how you two are looking at me.”

“How are we looking at you?” Raphael asked curiously, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching me.

I picked up the remote and turned on the tv, “you’re looking at me like I’m dinner. What do you guys want to watch? What channel?”

Julius walked over to where I was with the remote and took it from me, walking over to Raphael’s side and sitting beside him on the end of the bed, “we’ll watch horror movies or something…”

As he turned the channel, I got on the bed. I sat on my knees and watched the channels change. He stopped the TV on the horror movies, and let it play.

For a few minutes, they were just watching the movie and all was calm. Raphael broke the silence by looking over his shoulder at me, “come sit between us.”

“Why?” my eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion.

Julius looked back at me, too, his eyes tracing along my body, “we want to make sure you enjoy the movie.”

I didn’t trust either of them in that moment, but I moved in between them regardless. Not knowing what was going on inside their heads drove me insane, but I didn’t have to wait long for them to show their true desires.

It started with Raphael putting his hand on my bare thigh. I closed my legs at the knee, but his fingers trailed up to the bottom of my dress… I began to protest, “Raphael… I…”

Then J’s hand fell on my other thigh, his fingers following a similar course up to my panties.

I now looked between both of them, wide-eyed, “what are you two doing? This is insane, no…” I trailed off and attempted to pull away from the men, but I was pulled back in.

Julius looked at me and I was in disbelief. His hands ran along my body, and I turned my head to see Raphael doing the same.

Their hands felt so drastically different, I was overwhelmed and exposed, but a part of me was conflicted.

The conflict was that I couldn’t bring myself to pull away, even when Raphael pulled my night gown up and Julius carefully helped my head out of the dress.

Julius tossed the white nightie onto the bed, and I tried fruitlessly to hide my breasts.

Raphael’s strong hand wrapped around my wrists and pulled my arms above my head, as he moved down to suck on my nipples.

I moaned but I turned my attention to Julius, who just smiled in a way I had never seen, and leaned forward to kiss me. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips press against mine, followed by the feeling of his hands tracing my curvy frame.

Raphael’s fingers moved in between my thighs, pressing against my panties and putting pressure along the clit. I could feel it throbbing under his thumb, and I knew he did too, because he intensified the pressure as he spoke, “she enjoys this a lot, Julius.”

Julius chuckled and pulled away from my lips, “we should have done this for her a long time ago,” he said, kissing his way down my neck, continuing all the way to my breasts. His lips wrapped around my other nipple, and his tongue swirled along the areola.

I closed my eyes again but quickly opened them again when I felt the familiar mouth of my husband for the first time in years. My green eyes met his dark brown ones, but he didn’t let it distract him.

He parted my lips with his, and slipped his tongue in. Raphael’s tongue moved along mine in a dance that had always been so heated. I sunk into his kiss, moans escaping my throat and hitting the back of his.

I was breathless and in love.

When Raphael pulled away, his fingers continued down to my panties, finally pulling them off. While he did that, Julius returned his mouth to mine, and squeezed my breasts as our tongues decided to dance.

He was the man that I trusted to take my virginity and in all the years, he only further proved why I gave myself to him. In that moment as our saliva mixed together my pussy only got wetter, and when I opened my eyes to see J’s darkened eyes…

I was breathless and in love.

Raphael’s fingers moved quickly and intensely inside my pussy. The heat, the sexual chemistry, the attraction I shared for both of them, and how good my husband fingered me… It had me soaking wet.

All the while, Julius looked at me with that darkness in his eyes and I was drunk for him. I felt hopeless and pathetic because just looking at either of them… drove me insane.

My eyes shifted as Raphael stood, taking off his shirt then unzipping his pants.

I traced his chest with my eyes, his muscles and down to the v he had at his pants.

Raphael took off the his belt and met my eyes with his dark ones, “maybe we should tie her up with our belts and just use her.”

“While she cries and screams to touch us?” Julius looked at Raphael with a grin as he stood up. His eyes quickly falling back on me as he took off his shirt.

I shook my head, and scooted back on the bed as Julius unbuckled his pants, and Raphael finished stepping out of his pants walking over to one side of the bed with his belt, “don’t! Stop… You two are literally insane for thinking this is okay or normal!”

My eyes flashed over at Julius, trying to see what he was doing only to see that he was approaching the other side of the bed with his belt. I absolutely panicked, jumping off the bed and trying to run for the door.

I am going to admit in any normal situation this might sound inappropriate or nonconsensual. These men have loved me forever, and both had sexual safe words.

They know if I kiss and run away, but I haven’t said a safe word that I am fair game. I’m aware of that too.

Doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared though because OH MY GOD I rannnn…

Raphael was quick on his feet, pulling me back while Julius helped by coming around the front and blocking me from going any further.

My husband pulled me back to the bed, while Julius finished shoving me onto the bed when I tried to get away again. Raphael took his belt and wrapped it around my wrists, tightening it as far as it went.

I moaned and tried to pull away, but Julius had my ankles. He wrapped his belt around my ankles, tightening it as well, then reaching down to his underwear.

I looked up to see that Raphael was taking his cock out of his boxers, and all eight inches were rock hard.

Raphael’s hand was at the base of his cock and he got the tip near my mouth slapping it against my tongue as he spoke, “you can’t act like you didn’t dream of this.”

“I didn’t,” I protested, turning my head away,

Raphael wasn’t happy about this, his hand touched my face and his fingers forced my mouth open, “don’t struggle so much and enjoy yourself.”

I didn’t mean to ease up, but I did, and he slipped his hard cock into my mouth.

At the same time, Julius was eating me out. His tongue worked wonders inside of me, sliding along my walls and adding a finger to intensify the pleasure I felt.

My legs trembled and I grinded against him, as much as I could with the restraint he’d put on my legs.

At the same time, I took Raphael deep inside my throat. My tongue lapped around him happily, so excited to taste and have him again after so long.

Raphael groaned slightly, his fingers in my hair, but he turned his eyes to Julius and then slipped out of my mouth.

Julius pulled away from eating me out and as I looked at him, he spoke, “we’re going to get you on your hands and knees.”

I didn’t have even a second to argue, as Julius started to flip me onto my knees and Raphael grabbed my upper body to turn it around too. I felt like a little doll to them.

Raphael got underneath me slipping the tip of his cock into my pussy as I moaned. Before I had any time to enjoy myself, I started feeling the tip of J’s cock against my asshole.

I gasped, “no, Julius… I’ve never done anal, you can’t.”

Raphael moved deeper inside my pussy, as Julius started to push his tip against my asshole.

I cried out in protest, struggling against Raphael’s strong arms, but he spoke, “you gotta take it, Lola. He wants you, how can you deny him?”

“I can’t,” I moaned, feeling pleasure from my pussy but fear from Julius slipping in my asshole, “you’re massive, J. You can’t do that to me…”

He used some more lube, but Julius started pushing deeper while Raphael finished filling my pussy up.

I moaned helplessly as Raphael began steady thrusts and Julius continued to push his way into my virgin ass. I looked over my shoulder at Julius, my green eyes full of tears, but he looked amazing when I saw him.

I couldn’t say anything, turning my eyes back to Raphael as I felt J’s grip on my butt tighten, pushing his cock even further into my ass. I moaned, my eyes closed, and my husband’s lips kissed me heatedly in response.

I opened my eyes to look at Raphael, who was thrusting in a slow rhythm for me to adjust to Julius, and he smiled as he pulled away for a second, “don’t get too loud you dirty whore.”

That was the problem though. I was extremely turned on yet simultaneously in pain from taking anal for the first time from a nine inch cock. The moans escaped so easily from my lips, and they got louder the more Julius pushed into me.

After a few minutes of Julius thrusting his nine inches inside of my asshole, and Raphael pumping his eight inches inside of my pussy, they traded spots, “this isn’t fair.”

“Each one of us gets a turn in your pussy and ass how is it not fair?” Julius said this as he took off the condom he wore, tossing it to the side and slowly sliding his large cock into me.

I moaned, realizing that Raphael was putting on a condom, and enjoyed the moment as Julius squeezed my ass cheeks then spanked me.

When Raphael had the condom on, he spanked me harder, and started to enter my ass faster than Julius had, “mmm… Raphael, too fast! Too hard.”

“Nah… You were loud, I want you to be louder,” he said hotly, pumping quicker than I had expected.

I turned my face back to Julius, who met my lips with wet kisses. We swapped spit so readily and we’d open our eyes just to look at each other.

Whenever I pulled away, I would moan loudly from Raphael’s intense assault on me as Julius would suckle on my nipples.

This again lasted a few minutes but the final part definitely drove me insane.

When they decided they were done “playing around” as they called it, Raphael got back under me, and Julius got back behind except…

This time Julius didn’t slip into my ass. Raphael slipped a couple inches into me, and then I felt Julius start to join him in my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt the pleasure of the two of them as they filled me up.

I was in another world.

They were amazing.

I was in love.

Raphael kissed my lips, but Julius was kissing my shoulders, my back… Goosebumps crawled all over me, and they thrusted together. Their rhythms matched, my pussy felt overwhelmed.

I moaned loudly when Raphael’s lips went to my neck and he started to leave hickeys, I felt the pounding of both their hard cocks… I trembled, cried as I reached a peak orgasm.

I must have squeezed them both, because as I came, they sped up and finished inside of me. I’m not sure who was first, I was busy still moaning and cumming as I felt their loads fill me.

Each cock felt like it had so much to pump out, and by the end of it, I was high off everything.

Neither man pulled away until they finished cumming inside me, and they seemed to have so much to give me.

Even after they pulled out, they kept pushing back into my pussy, trying to push the cum deeper.

I moaned with every thrust and it wasn’t long before we started up again.

We went to bed later in the night, and all passed out on the same bed with me in the middle.

I fell asleep feeling the warmness of my womb, full of multiple rounds of cum from two of my baby daddies. I could feel their semen leaking out of me, and I fingered myself in time, pushing the semen further in as more spilled out.

I held back a moan, and let my pussy rest, passing out soon after.

i have been planning this scene for weeeeeeeeeeks and I finally got around to writing it and I'm!!!!!!! obsessed, I hope you guys love it just as much as I do.

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valyalyon · 7 months ago

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January 11, 2031

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DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

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CW: dead dove do not, explicit smut descriptions, dub con. MDNI. 1.7K Words.

I woke up the next morning feeling a hot, warm full feeling. My eyes opened and I realized that Julius and Raphael had picked up where they left off the day before.

Raphael kissed my body as his cock slipped in to my wet pussy from behind, and Julius leaned forward to kiss me as he continued thrusting in me, “you feel amazing, Dolly.”

“You two are sick for waking me up like this,” my typical bratty play came out, but Julius wasn’t having it.

He grabbed my face tightly and kissed me hard, “I know what you want and I’m going to give it to you, Dolly.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked to taunt him, but I gave into his kisses.

My husband pounded a lot faster from behind, “with sex you’re pretty transparent.”

“What does that mean?” I tried looking at Raphael, only for Julius to litter my neck with hickeys.

“It means we both know you want to fuck us, so we finally gave in to please you,” Raphael hissed in reply as he began pounding a lot faster into my pussy.

I moaned as I bit my lip and looked up at Julius with a pouty expression, “that sounds so manipulative… Do you think I’m manipulative, J?”

“Definitely,” Julius kissed me to shut me up, slipping his tongue in my mouth as they both continued their aggressive thrusts.

My pussy just kept squeezing and taking in their cocks happily.

I was lost for words as I felt a wave of pleasure overtaking my body. My g-spot and clit felt like they were being stimulated. My eyes were rolling back as I moaned loudly.

Again, they came in me together but this time both quickly pulled away to clean up. My mind was a blur.

I didn’t even notice immediately that they had raced to the bathroom and back. Two sets of greedy hands moved to clean me first, but the competition just made me messier.

I groaned and rolled my eyes, sitting up and snatching the tissue from Julius first. I struggled with Raphael for his piece, but got it and started to clean my pussy by myself, “you two have to make everything a competition.”

Raphael was the first to protest, his typical fiery tone turned on me, “we’re fighting for you so everything we do is going to be a battle.”

“Why, though? You each already won! I have children with both of you, I’ve lived and created families with the two of you,” I shook my head in exacerbation, looking at Julius, “do you see it from perspective?”

“I don’t think either of us won,” Julius responded, and his dark brown eyes worried me.

When I turned to Raphael, I saw the same concerning look in his dark eyes. I sighed and got out of bed, avoiding eye contact with both of them as I got dressed.

“We don’t have to check out yet,” Raphael used a stern tone when he spoke, but I didn’t stop. He reached out for my wrist, “Lola, don’t go.”

“Dolly, how about you make a decision at 11am? Soon as its time to leave, give us time to state our cases,” Julius neared me too, and he held my other wrist.

I never felt so angry. I held my gaze down to the floor, refusing to make eye contact with either of them and let them see that they were breaking me.

Tears swelled in my eyes and I didn’t respond.

“Lola, I need you, desperately… You’re my wife. I failed you as a husband but I did everything you asked to improve myself and be let back into your life. I’m a devoted father, you won’t have to work with me,” Raphael’s voice was shaky, out to prove something, but sincere and desperate.

Julius, not letting me even consider Raphael’s words, continued, in a more soothing tone, underlaid with years of love, “Dolly, I was your first man for a reason. I should have seen your worth early on and married you, none of this should have ever happened. I’ll do anything you need, I’ll be at your side forever.”

Once they were each done, I pulled my wrists away and continued getting dressed. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

I felt so ashamed. I felt so angry with myself. The pain and anger only growing when they both saw my tears and began approaching me, pushing me further into a corner.

I was wearing my skinny jeans and sweater, my eyes red from crying and my hands shaking as I waved them in front of me, “don’t touch me.”

“Dolly,” Julius chirped, reaching for me with open arms.

“Lola,” Raphael said at the same time, moving towards me.

“My name is Dolores! Don’t touch me, either of you,” I responded in a heated voice, the tears still falling and my voice cracking as I tried to continue, “just stop it… What don’t you two get? I love both of you.”

They stared at me with such different expressions, their eyes faltering in their earlier meanness. For a moment, it looked like they remembered I’m the mother to their children.

Still, do they know when to stop?

Probably not, because Raphael cleared his throat and tried to still fight in his favor just as Julius opened his mouth and started doing the same for himself.

I looked at both of them with fury as my tears ran down my face, “stop! I’m going to the bathroom, get the fuck out of my way.”

Raphael held firm, not wanting to move, but Julius was stepping aside, getting ready to follow me. I looked up at Raphael as he spoke, “Dolores…”

“Raphael, if you touch me I will scream so loud the police will be called,” I told him so firmly as I walked towards him.

He moved to the side a second or two before I got to him, and I stormed into the bathroom with both men hot on my heels.

I couldn’t close the door because Raphael stopped the door with his foot and they let themselves in. I wiped my tears off as I stared at my reflection.

My curly hair was a mess all around my face, my eyes wide, red and hurt. My lips were pouting, my cheeks flushed and my skin hot.

I made sure my face was dry, and I ignored both of them as they stood in the bathroom waiting for me.

As I stared into my golden eyes, I remembered something.

I want to live a dream of a life, be happy and love my children as I help them grow into this new world they have before them.

I want everyone to get along, looking at Raphael and Julius primarily. Of course, I also want for them to be great fathers to their children.

I hope that by the end of my life, I can stare into my eyes again and see a kaleidoscope of the good memories I have created in my life and in the lives of my children.

I went to the toilet and peed, wiping myself and slipping my panties back on. Rolled up my jeans as I stood, looking again at the two men standing in the door frame of the bathroom, “I’m going to go home.”

“What do you mean? You don’t have a ride, Dolores… Stay with us, we’ll take you home,” Julius walked forward, looking at me with hurt puppy dog eyes.

“I love you,” I told him, but put a hand on his chest, kissing him on the lips for just a moment before I spoke, “I can’t stay with either of you.”

I turned my eyes to Raphael, who was walking towards me, a pain in his eyes, “Dolores…”

“I love you,” I told my husband, kissing his lips, and placing my hand on his chest as I pulled away, “We’ll create whatever rules everyone needs for the kids, but I’m not committing to one of you.”

I pulled away from them and walked towards the bathroom as they followed me into the hall.

I grabbed my wallet, my keys to the house, my phone, my overnight bag. I didn’t say a word to either of them as I stepped past them to collect everything.

Raphael and Julius both got dressed during this, collecting their things, and started to try talking to me.

I looked up at Raphael when he spoke in a kinder voice than he’d been using, “Dolores, we’re ready to go. We’ll get you home.”

His face was concerned and his deep brown eyes reminded me so much of Eden’s wildness.

I smiled at him and spoke carefully, “do you two promise not to fight during the drive?”

Julius got in my field of vision and smiled sweetly to me, nodding his head, “Gotta act like the kids are in the car, they can’t see their dads fight.”

I smiled, maybe a little charmed by them taking ownership over their bad behavior, but reminded myself it was really the bare minimum.

They drove in turns any time there were road trips. This roughly 2.5 hour drive was split 50-50 with Julius starting the drive and Raphael finishing.

I kept to myself in the backseat for the most part, but they each played music and would interact with me when driving or in the passenger seat.

Both of them reached back at different points and touched my thigh, or reached for my hand, or just flirted with me in general.

I didn’t mind it, because again I love them both.

They didn’t interact with each other much, only to occasionally talk about some new video game they wanted to play with the kids.

At least for this car ride, they tempered their jealousies really well.

I couldn’t help but be proud of them. Maybe they each thought they’d be able to change my mind at a later point, or maybe the two accepted what I said that day.

I just know life felt a million times easier and happier after that trip.

second to last DIE post! So excited to share the final one with all of you.

Dolores was a deeply personal character for me to write for and I'm so happy I've been able to tell her story on here.

Thank you to everyone following along for all your support.

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valyalyon · 10 months ago

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July, 2024

July 5, 2024. He told me not to lose his number. I’ll call him.

I was sitting in my car on the side of the interstate leaving Kansas City going West. In the back seat, an 11 month old Theo sits, babbling a series of nonsensical stories while playing with his stuffed animal. His life is always so innocent and full of hope. I keep glancing in the rearview to see him, each time smiling at the endless joy he was born with.

The ringing from the car speakers stopped, and for a moment I thought I’d hear the voicemail.

“Hey,” his voice said on the other end.

“Hi,” I said, my voice not giving too much emotion away.

“Want to tell me what happened?” He asked, although his voice didn’t give anything up either.

I never knew what to do with that Scorpio man.

“Julius,” I sighed, “The short of it? I got married, I had a son, my husband is abusive, he’s cheating on me, I need to go back to Arizona and get my own place to stay. I’m bringing my son with me. I need to be closer to my family.”

Julius let out a sigh, a deep one, and went quiet for a second.

“You there?” I asked sheepishly after a minute.

“Stay with me until you get your place, I need you to be safe.”

July 7, 2024. Phoenix, Arizona.

I arrived at J’s house after around 7pm. The house was not the same he had lived in when I was with him, but Julius looked just the same as he did when I left. I was holding a sleeping Theo in my arms as he led us into the house. Julius had only texted me to check on an ETA, he didn’t catch me up on his life at all.

His house wasn’t the only new thing.

“Sara, this is Dolores and Theo. Dolores is my brother’s wife, and Theo is my nephew… Unfortunately for them, my brother’s a piece of shit,” Julius stood between me and another woman. Sara was his wife, and in her arms was a son about the same age as Theo.

“Nice to meet you! Please stay as long as you need,” Sara was smiling at me.

“I will help around the house and with your son whenever you need me to,” I quickly said, stepping closer to Julius and more in a direct line of vision for Sara, “I really don’t want to be a disturbance, and we’ll try to be out as soon as you three need.”

July 8, 2024.

After Sara had left for work, I sat down to speak with Julius in the living area. We sat down on the floor with Theo and Anthony, letting the them play together on a playmat.

“Life has changed so much,” my voice was trembling.

“It has,” he looked over at me, and then turned his attention to the boys.

“I don’t want anything from you, Julius… I just want us to be friends, and I want to get out of your space as soon as possible,” I told him quietly.

“Look, there’s no rush for you to do anything. I don’t hold anything against you anymore, I’ve recovered from that. I just don’t know what’s going to happen to you and I.”

“I want your marriage to succeed. I don’t want to be the reason Anthony’s parents split. If you think the best thing is for us to talk very little, that’s alright. I don’t want to cause any friction in this house,” I tried to explain to him. I had no intention of ruining what he had built there.

“Maybe the space is for the best,” he agreed.

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valyalyon · 6 months ago

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June 2031 - December 5, 2060

DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

DIVIDERS

CW: mentions of a stalker, peaceful end of life. MDNI. 2K Words.

In June of the same year that I made my decision to remain single, I decided to move with the kids to the Seattle, Washington area.

At first, I worried that Julius and Raphael wouldn’t want to move that far but when the topic came up, they both agreed to look for homes in the neighborhood near my new property.

Since separating from Raphael, I began to work more and was able to save and invest a lot of money. When I decided to move, I put my house in Phoenix on the market.

It was sold quickly, and I received a nice payout from the sale.

All of this allowed me to afford a roughly $2 million property with nearly 2 acres of land and a beautiful modern farmhouse. It overlooked the sea, and there were rolling hills.

About an acre away was the nearest home, and every subsequent one a similar distance. They all existed within a gated community and the nearby spaces were calm, family friendly environments.

Raphael and Julius both bought homes in this community, though they went with smaller homes.

I saw my property as a family investment, something that would payout a fair amount to my children after I’ve passed, so I was willing to make the large investment.

Through my life, my career opportunities only began to pay me more money, until I was 40 and ready for retirement.

At that point, even though I had a comfortable amount of money to live off forever, I still chose to pick up a part time remote job that required my skills. I did that for five years, before deciding to stop working altogether…

Then deciding I wasn’t made for being inactive, so I started making flower arrangements for weddings.

I had a lot of fun doing this, and solely advertised to richer people within our community so I was able to secure immediate payment for all my work.

Of course, through all of these years Raphael and Julius have helped provide financially for their children. They get all of the kids gifts for events, they get food for all of the kids if they want to eat out.

Monthly, they each sent $800 per child, with Raphael and Julius splitting an additional $800 every month for Theo.

I didn’t ask for this payment for Theo, but from the first payments they started sending for their kids, they included that additional amount for him.

For years, I tried to serve Harvey for child support for Theo. Eventually, I was able to and he started making payments of a grand monthly. It was fine for several months, until he stopped paying.

When he did, I continued pursuing him through the court system. Years of abuse from this man and I had taken care of Theo alone most of his life, I wanted him to be responsible for paying for his son.

After what I felt was a grueling process, the government finally began to take his child support payments directly out of his checks.

I don’t know how much more shit he got in trouble for, but he was arrested a couple different times after that for domestic violence on his several new wives.

What about my kids though? How have their lives evolved?

Theo got married to his high school sweetheart when he was 25. He is 37 now and they have three kids together. They have twin daughters named Dove and Joni, and a younger son named Rudy. They’re the happiest little family.

Leon eloped with a 27 year old woman when he was 19 and in college. They hadn’t dated even a few days before they’re elopement and she was quickly pregnant after.

Well, she was abusive and ultimately Leon got out of the relationship when he discovered the baby wasn’t his. He married a 26 year old man when he was 28, and by the time he was 30 they hired surrogates and had their babies.

Leon’s son is named Luke, his daughter is named Lola. They’re sweet, and Leon is 35 now.

My chaotic Eden.

Today, she’s 33. She almost dropped out of high school, multiple times. Mostly for poor, impulsive behavior that she said only happened because other people were talking about her so “of course I have to respond.”

That energy carried into her 20s, by 23 she was pregnant and engaged to her daughter’s father, but the man started mistreating her. I pulled her out of that situation so fast, and she was able to raise her daughter peacefully.

Her first daughter’s name is Emma.

At 30, Eden married her long term partner, a man she met when Emma was young, and their ceremony was beautiful. By 31, she was pregnant with his baby. Their daughter Eris was born near Eden’s 32 birthday.

Now for baby Esme!

She’s 30 now, has a son named Jack Dean that she had when she was 19. She’s in a happy relationship with a woman, and the two got married when Esme was 22.

Their ceremony was held on a beach abroad because Esme’s wife is an older rich heiress. They seem really happy with each other and they’re fantastic parents to Jack.

As for me, I was right to choose to stay single.

I never stopped loving Julius or Raphael, and over the years I would find myself still spending so much time with each of them. They were amazing fathers and passionate lovers.

I was glad I had them in my life, and didn’t take them for granted.

My sex life was passionate and constant my entire life, even into my old age. While I had consistent lovers in Julius and Raphael, that isn’t to say that each of us didn’t try to have independent lives.

Julius tried dating, but he could never bring himself to ask a girl to be his girlfriend. One girl stuck around in his limbo for a year, sleeping with him every so often but ultimately… He let her down quite harshly.

Raphael was slightly more successful with dating. He had a girl he started liking, he decided to date her and was with her for about five years. She wanted him to propose and marry her, giving him an ultimatum.

Raphael told her he would never divorce me, and kicked her out of his house.

They’re both not the best of men to their lovers, but they always said I had to be their priority because I mothered their children.

As for me, I had a couple dates and hit it off with one guy. I fell in love with him after a while. He told me he was alright with my situation, but he was lying.

He moved in after two years of us dating and was aware that I still had relationships with Julius and Raphael, but when he saw Julius or Raphael being affectionate to me, he would lash out.

I forgave him both times that he lashed out, but he had done it in front of my children and that was quite frustrating. I told him if he reacted like that in front of my kids again, we would be breaking up.

Sure enough, Raphael came over to see his kids. He greeted all the kids, then came and gave me a kiss, leading to the man starting a fight with Raphael in front of my kids.

Raphael actually showed a lot of restraint that day by pulling away when I asked him to. I was proud of him for not escalating a fight.

Regardless, I broke up with the other man in the immediate aftermath. I got him moved out the same day, and only saw him in passing… in other words, he stalked me for years and it was complicated but he died young.

Suspicious circumstances, you know, but this isn’t his story. Maybe another day I’ll tell you all about him.

On the morning of December 5, 2060, I felt a pain in my chest. I kept quiet about it all day, but spent the day being visited by all my children and grandchildren.

I played with my youngest grandkids in the front lawn of my property, spoke to my children standing by the barbecue, then went to the front porch and sat down. At that point, the sun was an hour from disappearing.

The sky was changing colors brilliantly over my home, just as Julius pulled up in his car. He parked in the driveway but joined me on the front porch, his older face staring at mine. He had a frown, “you feeling alright?”

“Of course. Look at everyone,” I smiled as I looked out at my family, and noticed that Raphael was arriving as well.

Julius sat beside me, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and pulling me in for a kiss, “everyone looks great but you, something’s wrong, Dolores. Theo called me and Raphael, he said he was worried.”

“You’re all so silly,” I shook my head, returning J’s kiss sweetly. I looked up as I heard Raphael coming up the steps.

Raphael sat on the other side of me, holding my chin and lowering his face to look in my eyes, “you okay, Lola?”

“I was just playing with the kids, I don’t know why Theo’s saying he’s worried,” I replied, maybe a little too defensively.

Julius and Raphael looked between themselves, then back at me, with my husband continuing, “I’m assuming your first born is a trustworthy source for his mother’s health.”

“You annoy me,” I scrunched up my nose defensively at Raphael, then turned to Julius.

In both of them, I still saw their souls. The men I loved, the men I dreamed I’d have forever. I still loved each of them, and so I kissed Julius.

After, I turned to kiss Raphael.

Their lips reminded me of my life. I knew I was at the end, and I was so happy to go.

“I love you, Dolores,” Raphael and Julius said as soon as I stood up off the seat.

I walked to the edge of the porch, sat down on the top steps and stared out at my children and grandchildren. I felt as if I was home in Cuba, at my grandparent’s house in town.

Back home, I had a view of familiar faces and friends when I would sit on the top step of their porch. The street was home, the people were family.

Now, at the end of my life I am in Seattle, WA. So, far from home — will I go back there one day? Maybe not, but, I’m okay with that.

This view, as the sky burns red and orange, the green hills, the Pacific ocean, my adult children laughing in life, my young grand kids walking into a new world of freedom.

The voices of the men I loved.

I watched the sun disappear to the other hemisphere, I felt my body sink, then…

Some stars, so faint, but beautiful twinkling oddities in the enormity of space.

I was one of them, a star; I was there floating among them once, but I came to Earth to learn to love.

It was so worth it.

I want to be stuck on this little planet forever, staring at my ancestors in the sky with jealousy while the carnal pleasures are all mine to enjoy.

My life, my role as a God on Earth, was to make the Gods in Space as jealous of us as we are of them.

I went to bed shortly after with the help of Raphael and Julius. They tucked me in, but I told them, “if we were all Gods, I’m glad I got to enjoy my life with both of you.”

I came into this world in the year of a metal dragon, I left this world 60 years later in another metal dragon year.

Before I fell asleep to never wake again, I watched my life and all my memories dance out of reach. Then, the darkness…

And it was all over for me after a life of dreams, ink, and embers.

The End.

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October 2030 - January 5, 2031

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CW: mentions of addiction, mentions of pregnant woman, non-descriptive labor scene, post partum depression, positive mentions of medications in helping MC's mental health journey. 3.4K Words.

October 3, 2030

Unprotected sex with Julius in February lead to me being 35 weeks pregnant by October 3.

In the time since I found out I was having a baby with Julius, much of my life had stayed the same. With the only major difference being Julius spent some nights over at my place.

Julius and I were not in a relationship, but he said that he was exclusive to me and was ready to commit to me 100% if I divorced Raphael.

While he wasn’t forcing me to do anything, I knew that might be what he would prefer.

My heart didn’t know what to do, though. I couldn’t give up on my husband, but at the same time he wasn’t the man I married anymore and hadn’t been for a while.

Julius was promising stability but I couldn’t bring myself to jump from one marriage to another.

Me being pregnant allowed me to spend more time with Julius and I got to see what life would be like with him. He was a great father and an excellent man, but I worried honestly if any man was really cut out to be mine forever.

Was I really supposed to have some Forever Man?

Since I left my home with Raphael, the kids have visited with their father twice a week. Each time the visit was supervised by a friend or a family member, but I made this decision so I could keep my promise of staying away from him until he was clean.

That day I had asked Julius to supervise the visit. I wanted to put Raphael’s feet to the fire in a way they hadn’t been until that point, or I expected him to demand a divorce from me once he found out.

When Julius returned home with the kids, they were all pretty exhausted from running around the park.

I put them all to bed a little later, and asked Julius when I returned, “did everything go okay with Raphael?”

“As okay as it could have gone,” Julius nodded his head and kissed me, before adding, “Eden told her dad about the new baby her mama is making.”

My eyes grew wide as I felt a momentary fear, “oh my God… did he know the baby is yours?”

“I don’t know if he knew immediately, but he definitely knew when Theo said it’ll be nice to be siblings with Anthony,” Julius let out a light hearted chuckle and rubbed his neck.

I just wondered how he could find it so funny, but before I could ask him anything else, my phone started ringing.

I stared at the screen to see Raphael’s name, and I answered it, “hey.”

“Don’t hey me. Why aren’t you answering my texts?” My husband’s voice was annoyed.

I felt myself getting irritated, “I have things to do every day, Raphael. I don’t sit around waiting for your call.”

“Things to do, huh? Riding J’s dick is probably one of those things, isn’t it?” Raphael spat back furiously.

“Don’t fucking start with me! You’re the issue, Raphael! You’re abusive and on drugs. We are separated, I don’t even know if we’ll stay married. Of course I moved on. When I give you chances to fix us, you double down on your usage and your abuse,” I walked away from the couch and Julius, not wanting him to see me worked up.

Still, Julius followed me around the house like a lost puppy while I continued on the phone with Raphael.

“I want you back, Dolores. I’ve wanted you back this whole time. What’s the point in being clean if you’re not mine?” He asked selfishly.

“Being around your children without supervision, actually being able to see me in person again. If you wanted me back, you’d stop wasting your time, get rehab, therapy and return to me. Yet, you don’t do that,” I countered.

“I didn��t do that because I thought you’d come back to me,” Raphael responded, and I just kept wondering if he was currently high on the call, “we belong together, Lola. We’ll just put his baby up for adoption, we’ll move on.”

I was pregnant, hormonal, and not in the mood. I spoke in a harsh tone, “you had your chance with me from 2024 to 2029, I have given you chances to win me back. Clearly you haven’t been able to, so I think a divorce would be for the best.”

“What? No, Lola, no,” he started backtracking, “what did I say? Listen, I can’t lose you. Don’t divorce me.”

“I already told you what you had to do to be better,” I shook my head and added, “I’m not repeating myself or treating you like you can change anymore. I won’t file it right away because I’m pregnant and don’t want the extra stress right now, but I’ll get to it.”

“Don’t,” his voice was hot through the phone, but I hung up on him before anything escalated between us.

I turned to look at Julius and he hugged me tightly, kissing my head as he spoke, “it’s us now, then?”

I furrowed my brows, and looked up into his dark eyes, “why do you and Raphael only seem to care about the competition? I’m the prize you two are always chasing after but I’ve told you both that I just don’t want you two arguing.”

“We didn’t at the park,” Julius countered defensively.

“Oh, really?” I looked up at him curiously as I crossed my arms, “you didn’t look at him like you’d won when Eden told him about the baby?”

“Well, I might have but I don’t even know what that would look like to you,” he dropped his eyes once he realized he was caught.

I shook my head, “It’s not us, Julius. It’s not him and I either. I’ve gotten myself wrapped up with both of you by having your children… That’s my fault for letting this happen. I just want a situation where the two of you are able to get along for the sake of my children.”

“I love you, Doll,” he rubbed my face with his thumb and looked into my eyes.

I melted into his touch, and swooned as I looked into his eyes, “I love you, too, Julius.”

“Did I mess your life up by coming back into it?” he asked, and the expression in his eyes revealed that he truly was concerned, “do you want to have this baby with me?”

“You didn’t mess up my life,” I shook my head, and grabbed his hand, pressing it to my pregnant belly, “I do want this baby. I always wanted to have a baby with you. I’m really happy to be pregnant.”

“But, Raphael,” Julius said, kissing me on the lips, “he won’t ever accept the baby.”

“That’s for me to figure out, Julius. I don’t want either of you talking about the other. It’s literally the biggest turn off when I hear either of you mention the other’s name, because every time it ends in the guy talking just bashing on someone else.”

“I don’t go around talking shit about my girlfriends to anyone that will listen, I also don’t go to the person that has children with them to complain about them. I know our situation is bizarre, but you two attacking one another does nothing positive for the relationship I have with either of you.”

Julius cleared his throat, but looked slightly annoyed, “so you’re again picking him over me. I thought maybe as time went on, you’d just agree to be mine. We’re having a kid, are they worth nothing?”

I got annoyed, “I’m not picking anyone over anyone. Our kid means a lot to me, however, I have three other kids. Two are Raphael’s and the third wasn’t his who he raised as his own, and so he is very important in my life.”

“Us having a kid together is just as important to me. He isn’t going to break me away from you, but something is going to have to budge between the two of you, because life is about to be different and I need all the emotional support I can get.”

October 30, 2030

I was 39 weeks pregnant when Julius took the kids and I out to a maternity photoshoot. I had one for all my kids, and it made me feel a lot of bliss to go into nature for the photos.

I felt very heavy lately, my feet were quite swollen, but I was wearing a beautiful, open and flowy dress.

My boys were bounding along through the field, playing with each other and Anthony. Every couple of steps, Leon would turn his head and shout back, “be careful mama, there’s mud! Don’t get muddy, mama!”

I would respond back in the affirmative, “yes, sir, Leon! Thank you for warning me.”

When we got to the spot for the photos, Eden held her hands up to me. Her eyes were the cutest orbs, and I gave in immediately, lifting her. She was 3.5 years old and just a light.

“She’s going to be just as beautiful as you,” I smiled as I gave my daughter a nose kiss.

“Well, yeah, mama!” was Eden’s sweet reply as she wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug.

I remembered as the camera started flashing. I had that moment with Eden before, in a dream on April 3, 2027. The dream that I awoke from into labor with Eden, was about Eden and I at this very photoshoot 3.5 years later.

I turned my face towards Julius, just as he kissed me on the lips and more photos were taken.

It was just like the dream, except that one had devolved into a nightmare.

This one ended sweetly and naturally.

November 4, 2030

I woke up that morning at around 5am, and walked around my house. I hopped on the yoga ball for a bit and got some chores done while Julius slept.

I knew our daughter was coming that day when I was sitting downstairs. I was holding my belly, wondering how I was so lucky to have been home to four babies.

While thinking this, I heard a voice I didn’t recognize, “mama, did you need a big hug?”

My heart raced, feeling love and joy. I almost cried, but I stood up instead, shouting up to Julius.

He woke up and came out, his hair a mess.

“We need to go to the hospital, she’s coming soon,” I explained.

He rushed back into the room to get our things.

At 7:40am, my daughter Esme was born.

Julius was the most supportive partner, talking me through any nervousness I was showing. The labor was going easy, but I still worried something would go terribly wrong so his encouragement was priceless.

It was filling out her birth certificate that I reflected on something so painful it almost broke me. These are the names of my children: Theo Bellamy, Leon Santos, Eden Santos, and Esme Griffin.

What’s so painful about it? I realized in their names, I had lost my own.

Dolores Ortiz, a name just existing on the family tree to be forgotten after a hundred years have gone by but will we even make it another hundred years as a society?

So, I lose my name throughout my entire adult life, wrapping myself in love with men so different from me that it hurts and every time I give myself a chance to be remembered… I’m not.

I’m forgotten. I’m tossed to the shadows and locked away from all sense of peace. What is my reality if not the suffering I feel?

After the birth of Esme, I became a shell of myself. The postpartum depression was terrifying to the point I thought I might hurt myself.

For weeks, I did not speak to any adult. I wouldn’t speak to Julius, I couldn’t. I was suffering so greatly, struggling to stare at my reflection and only getting out of bed to care for Esme.

The kids would hang around, I’d make them laugh, but Julius stepped up to care for the older kids while I would be crying with Esme.

See, I love all my kids.

Esme had the hardest first few weeks of any of them. Her older siblings were all easy babies immediately, but she had it extra tough.

For weeks, she seemed to be in so much pain, and would cry for so long. I’d get her to calm down if I held her. Her ear piercing screams would be replaced instead by a sad expression, and quiet whimpers.

She didn’t seem to be afraid of me, she seemed a lot calmer with me than with Julius. He was around a lot in the first few days, but by the end of week one of Esme’s life, she seemed to cry even more with him around.

He would pick her up to console her, and he was kind, gentle, sweet with her. He was never mean and he always wanted to make her feel better, but she would turn what was a little whimper into wails and screams.

After a couple days of this, I found Julius crying and just crawled into his arms. I didn’t judge him, but I touched his face and told him I’d take care of her more often until she started feeling better with him.

He felt like crap at the time, but he promised he’d take care of our kids so he took over that.

I can’t tell you if the postpartum depression started because Esme was so upset, but I think Esme was upset because I had that depression. I mean, I think she felt my pain, and didn’t know what else to do but cry.

Her eyes were the most beautiful deep sea. The color was so odd for a while, but the deepness of them was evident.

I kept telling myself she could feel it, and I knew she could, so trust me I tried to push my pain away. I put on my brave face, I kissed her all over, I’d love her and do anything and everything to get her laughing.

Sometimes nothing would stop that whimpering, though. She would sit in my arms, staring up with those deep-sea eyes, crying sweetly because no matter how much I pretended I was okay, I wasn’t… and everyone knew that.

Eventually, her cries became more manageable. She didn’t cry out loud for as long, and her whimpers would slowly stop. Her eyes were still as profound and understanding.

When she was a little calmer, I was able to realize that I needed help psychologically. I started working out frequently after six weeks, I got on birth control, as soon as eight weeks had passed.

I continued breastfeeding to connect with Esme, who was starting to warm up to life. She’d grab my fingers and watch me as she ate, as if she was worried I’d be sad again.

I got better, though. Slowly, but I was feeling a lot better than the low I hit during those late nights I spent up crying with my youngest daughter.

She was still a little skeptical of her dad, but Julius was making an effort to play with her and make her laugh. It was definitely working to charm her, and she’d let out little giggles.

I loved watching it, although she still didn’t want to be held by him or any strangers.

Her siblings don’t count as strangers to her, though. She loves them. They’re so sweet with her. The boys are so gentle, as if they worry they could hurt her. Eden is very excited about her sister and treats her like a best friend.

When I could think with a clear mind, I began to reflect on what I should do about my romantic life.

January 5, 2031

On that Sunday night, I was alone in bed. Julius had gone to his house for the night as he had work in the morning. It made sense, so I lied awake staring at the ceiling.

A part of me must have known that he was calling again that night because when my phone rang, I turned on my side and answered immediately.

“Hello?” I spoke into the darkness of my room, listening closely to my phone.

“Hey,” Raphael’s voice responded back to me.

For a second, neither of us spoke.

He broke the silence, “I got out of a 90 day rehab, I saw a therapist as soon as I left. Don’t leave me.”

“I don’t think I’m meant to stay with anyone, Raphael,” I told him in response, and added, “I had a daughter with Julius.”

He sighed, but after a momentary silence, he spoke, “how can I stay in your life? Let me be a part of it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but in all honesty, I hadn’t verbalized what I needed for so long that I just didn’t know how to start.

“Lola…” His voice was sweet for a second, and years of violence at his hand was forgotten by me entirely, “Lola, Lola… I did it. I did what you asked. Tell me what’s next, just let me see you. Let me touch you, let me be around you, please.”

Dolores came up with something she felt insane for even suggesting, “how about you, Julius and I go on an overnight trip? We can all stay in separate rooms if you want, but…”

“We are all coparenting now. I need you two to stop hating each other. At least overnight. I need to see that you two can handle being around each other for a while,” she told him earnestly.

“I understand,” he sounded like he was taken aback, “If that’s what you need from me. That’s what I’ll do.”

I didn’t know what else to say, but I let out a shaky breath and whispered loud enough for him to hear, “Raphael, I am so proud of you for finishing rehab.”

I felt tears fall down my face, as he let out a laugh on the other side, “Are you crying, Lola?”

“I’m so proud of you,” but I was sobbing into the phone.

“Lo…” he responded.

Esme stirred in her sleep, ever knowing of my suffering. She moved and cried, so I rose to my feet and walked to her side. I carried my daughter in my arms, apologizing to Raphael as I hung up on him.

I had to ask Julius so when he came over to my house after work on Monday, I decided to talk to him about the idea.

“I want you and Raphael to actually try getting along with each other while I’m around. An overnight trip is the best for that. My kids deserve present dads, and a happy mother,” I explained.

He nodded his head, coming up with a plan, “that’s not a terrible idea. How about January 10? We leave Phoenix after work and head up to the Grand Canyon with him for an overnight trip. Arriving Friday night, leaving Saturday afternoon.”

I smiled, happy that he was supportive too. I kissed him and he held my face as he returned my kiss.

I knew why I loved each of them, and I saw our children together as extensions of that love brought into the world to be better than us.

I wanted to give my children the best life I could, even if it meant compromising my desires but for once I felt like I wouldn’t be. I’d be able to accurately judge my place between these two men.

Was I just something they toyed with? Could they both put themselves aside for me and the children we share? If not for anything other than they respect me enough not to create toxicity for our children.

If they weren’t capable of doing that, I knew I didn’t want anything to do with them aside from helping them see their kids.

Think its super QT that D's children are born on: Theo Bellamy: August 1, 2023 Leon Santos: August 2, 2025 Eden Santos: April 3, 2027 Esme Griffin: November 4, 2030 1,2,3,4 as birthdays for 4 siblings might seem lazy, I will do better in some other story SORRY, but for this one its QT.

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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

#dub con #smut #jealousy #tw dv #first person #lyondie #bluestlyon #dark romance #writeblr #original story #creative writing #booklr

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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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December 18, 2024

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.

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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.

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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.

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May 2028 - August 4, 2028

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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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