(Request!!) Raphael has serious baby fever and wants nothing more than to get you pregnant.

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The air in the House of Hope was always warm, but here, in Raphael’s bed, wrapped in dark silks and skin-to-skin stillness, it was smothering. Candlelight flickered across the high ceiling, shadows dancing lazily as though drunk on the night’s indulgence. Somewhere in the depths of the fortress, infernal fires hissed and servants whispered, but here? There was only breath and heat and the soft rustle of sheets.

Raphael lay behind you, his body curved to yours like he was molded there, chest pressed flush against your back, lips ghosting the top of your shoulder with slow, indulgent passes. His palm, splayed low over your stomach, hadn’t moved in some time.

Not since he put it there.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice velvet and smoke. “So perfect beneath me, around me, and still I find myself... wanting more.”

His hand traced a lazy circle over your skin, possessive. Worshipful. You felt his breath catch, just barely, as his fingers flattened again, right over the softest part of your belly.

“Imagine it,” he murmured, the words half-devotion, half-command. “My seed taking root... this perfect body made mine in every way. Swollen with my legacy. Our legacy.”

His other hand slid slowly up your side, fingertips gliding over curves with reverence that bordered on obsession.

His other hand slid slowly up your side, fingertips gliding over curves with reverence that bordered on obsession.

“I’d keep you here, locked away in luxury,” he purred, voice low and trembling with restraint. “Let the realms rage and crumble, I’d have everything I need in this bed. In you.”

Then a pause, tense, heavy. His hand tensed over your stomach.

A breath, shaky, uncharacteristicly so. “I want to see you round with my child. I want to feel it, growing, kicking, yours and mine, all tangled up in hellfire and blood and love.”

He pressed a kiss just below your ear, longer this time. A promise. A plea. “Let me give you everything. Let me make everything with you.”

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Authors Notes: any pov... but implied afab at least. But you can play it however you wanna.

Sorry I've inactive a while. Don't know how great I'm doing mentally and nothing here seems to be hitting how it used to

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