#dad!phael in a way

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Family Portrait

Raphael x Gwen

Summary: Raphael decides it's time to have a paiting depicting all the members of his family. Sibling shennanigans ensue.

A/N:  Ok, this is most likely the last thing I’ll write in this AU(which i'm calling the betrayer AU) bc I want to write about Gwen actually being Tav. Also, for the sake of this, imagine that bc of the crown, Raphael’s immediate family (wife + children and himself) are immortal. 

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Read Betrayer here

The walls of the Raphael household were mostly decorated with portraits of himself. Over time, he had commissioned more paitings, bu now, some included other familiar faces.

In his bedroom, there was quite a large painting of himself alongside his wife, Gwendolyn, both dresses as they did on their wedding day. Around that were eight small individual portraits of each of their children when they were young.

Gwendolyn and Raphael’s offspring were all tieflings, whose skin tones varied amongst reds and pinks, although their youngest, Mydul, had a more purple-ish color, much like his grandmother. Some had blue eyes, red eyes, the same eyes of his father and a few had mismatched ones. Their hair varied through different shades of purple and black, and all were graced with four horns. 

Now that all of them were older, Raphael decided it was time for a family portrait. He commissioned his most prestigious artist and he sent a message to his children, all spread across the realms, who were quick to answer to their father’s call. 

Soon, the whole family was in the throne room, Raphael and Gwendolyn sat on their seats, him wearing the crown and her wearing the tiara. Some of their offspring were standing while others had arranged a loveseat to sit upon. 

The place was silent, the only sound heard was of the brushstrokes of the artist. Only a few minutes had passed when one of their sons voiced his displeasure. 

“This is extremely boring.” Aldric huffed. “I had to cancel one of my parties to just…stand here and do nothing.” Out of all his siblings, Aldric was the most extroverted, often spending his time in social events, charming and fooling poor mortals too entranced by his lavish looks. 

His older brother, Basil, and his sister, Tyria, exchanged looks. The two of them were always more inclined towards warring and fighting and although Tyria was a good dancer, neither of them were particularly fond of spending the time they could be training, on senseless parties. 

Basil chuckled. “It seems that the little prince would rather be inside another random woman than be with his family.” 

Aldric shot him an angry look. Although it was true that he liked to whore around, he’d rather not have their parents know of that. 

“Basil!” Gwendolyn cried out. “Do not be crude.” She could feel that it would be a long day. 

“Apologies, mother.” He said and shut up. 

The quietness didn’t last long, and soon, Myrdul spoke. “Father, how long will this take?” 

The youngest of the eight, Myrdul spent most of his time in the Prime Material Plane, having become an adventurer, just like his mother once was. Wasting an afternoon of this was not his idea of fun. 

“It will take as long as it needs to.” Natahlia, the oldest, replied. She stood in between their parent’s seats, one hand on Raphael’s shoulder. He didn’t reply, simply nodding at his daughter’s words. He had raised her well. 

“Fret not, brother, you’re not the only one suffering.” Mathilda spoke up. Of all of Raphael’s daughters, she was considered to be the most beautiful by the other lords of his court, which is why, often, Mathilda would spy on them, play niceties while gaining information to pass on to her father. 

“Mathilda, I know very well that your schedule was cleared for the day.” Gwendolyn spoke. Her daughter turned to look at her. 

“Pardon me, mother, but this is very tiring.” She sighed. “Spending hours sitting or standing still, doing nothing.” Mathilda looked over to her two of her siblings, Kyron and Brynn, who were sitting next to each other. “In fact, I think the only ones here enjoying themselves are the resident bookworms.” 

It was true that Brynn was the shyest of the family, spending most of her time in her father’s library, and while Kyron did well during social gatherings, he much preferred the peace and quiet of reading a book. 

Kyron rolled his eyes in annoyance. “It’s not my fault you’d rather be throwing yourself at every lord you see.” He snapped at his sister. 

Mathilda stood up, angry. “How dare you?! I do it for father!”

“Both of you stop acting like small children!” Natahlia said. “Mathilda, sit down, and Kyron, keep it to yourself.” 

“And why can you boss us around? Just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean anything.” Mathilda challenged. 

Natahlia crossed her arms and was about to reply when -

“All of you, shut up!” Brynn, who was usually as quiet as a mouse, stood up and shouted. “Stop whining and complaining. By the Nine Hells, no one is going to die because you spent a few hours of your oh so precious day with your family!” She then addressed her parents. “Forgive me, father, mother.” 

Gwendolyn smiled at her. “You have done well, Brynn.” She then turned her attention to the rest of her children. “You’ve all heard your sister. Enjoy moments like this, when we are all together. You never know when you can lose it all.” 

All, except for Raphael, looked down, almost ashamed. They settled down back to their places. 

Finally, the Archdevil Supreme spoke. “Do not forget we still have dinner after this. I have raised all of you better than this, and I expect good behavior.” 

A series of grunts and “yes, father” was heard. Gwendolyn chuckled and held her husband’s hand. Casting Message, she whispered to him. “Despite everything, I’m proud of them. Of how well they turned out.” 

Raphael looked at her and replied. “I am too.” 

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Cambions are born from mortal females and a devil. Let's see that mortal, soft, squishy underbelly of Raphael, please

A/N: Oh, man, I don’t know if you were wanting horny or soft. You almost got cursed with Dad!phael, the greatest abomination I’ve ever created. But with this. I am free. Thank you all for the prompts.

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She comes to him one night, fragile and uncertain, still caught in her transitory fugue. His pet lingers in the doorway, pale and dressed in a white night slip. A personal favorite, cut to hang perfected with Haarlep’s help as a model. It means everything is perfect; everything is as he planned.

She comes, eager to please. Raphael sees the inexperience written across her soul if not her body. A foolish little mouse lost, starved for pleasure and the world’s validation. She crawls to him, shivering against the House’s heat and the force of her desire, scenting the air with it.

Harlep has whispered of the desires in the adventurer's heart: the little creature’s mind is full of Raphael. Laughable fantasies: Raphael loving her, a partnership, belonging. It’s a soul-deep longing, infatuation, and attraction drowning out her common sense. Tav aches with the force of her want. Aches down to her bones.

The little mouse crawls into his bed, slipping beneath black sheets. Her arms wind around him, hands splayed low on his belly. Raphael growls, pleased, threading their fingers together, pulling her closer. So soft, so small, so needy…so ready for him.  

Tav shivers and molds herself behind him, the blankets pulled up to her chin. The devil tips his head to the side, puzzled by this development. “You’ve come all this way, little mouse. Why have you stopped?” 

She smiles against his skin. “I was cold.”

“And you considered the Archdevil Supreme a substitute for a warm bath?” 

“You smell nicer.” The entire experience is surreal. She burrows nearer. “Goodnight, Raphael.”

A part of him rages against this indignity. She exists for his pleasure, not the other way around. The slinking voice in his head, the Archdevil, says to send her below, to the gaol, and make her regret it. Or make her service him, make her understand the cost of his bed. 

There is a smaller voice, the mortal voice, he rarely allows himself to indulge. No harm can come from this; it will only endear him to the girl. And if she is exhausted, it's due to the work she’s accomplished in his name. Let it be the carrot tonight, rather than the stick. 

Raphael frowns, turning in the circle of the insufferable little beast’s arms. Tav smiles in her sleep, blissfully unaware of the danger. He traces a bruise blossoming across her shoulder. 

In a fit of uncharacteristic generosity, he permits her to stay. He is safeguarding a powerful asset, nothing more. 

[qpraphael]

Tagged in a fic thing #selfad

It's called 20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern. (lol)

@enkelimagnus tagged me and had a great idea. She did 10 un-posted, and 10 posted. (Idk if I even have 20 fics posted? lol) so imma do that, too.

Siphael is Simon and Raphael in a QPR.

Posted on ao3 holymad: (apparently i published 35 fics??)

“Magnus has been called to a new vampire in Camille's clan.” From Magnus and Baby Vamps (wip, Magnus&Raphael, ch2 add Simon)

“Magnus takes his coffee-ish pop drink/milkshake from the barista and turns around, looking for a free seat.” From Supermans and Clark Kents (wip, ex-Camagnus, Malec I've been at this the last two weeks ok I'm D.O.N.E.)

“Harry starts laughing and puts his thumb to his lips the same way he does when Alec kisses Magnus.” From Revenge (finished, rpf, actual marriages and it's literally the only one on ao3 with shumbara and kimdario lol)

“Raphael is reading a book in peaceful silence when Simon speeds into the room, throws himself onto the couch and lays his head in Raphael's lap” From Hate or Date or Mate or Neither? (finished, Claiasiphael)

“Simon wakes up from some sort of noise.” From First Snow (wip, can be read alone. Saphael so far.)

"<Honey, we gotta do something against Valentine,> Luke whispers into Maryse's hair.” From Young Love and the Clave (finished, Maruke, Garrostern parabatai)

“Alexander is looking deep into his eyes.” From The Day After (finished, Malec. I'm actually v proud of this even if a lot of things are happening.)

“<Hey Alec! Ready for the movie of the decade,> he calls into the quiet loft.” From A as in Amazing (finished, Malec)

“The credits roll and so do Magnus's tears.” From Death (finished, Malec. I swear nobody dies ok. Also, yes, this is the second chapter. The first isn't plot.)

*Robert sitting in office doing kingsy stuff because he's a king* From Fusion (wip, Maruke+Waywood(?) and Malec, maybe Clizzy. how sleep deprived was i to write and post that.)

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So far it's mostly something happens? Some dialogue, one… setting. I like that. I also don't like fics/stories/novels/bla that take paragraphs or pages to describe the color of trees three blocks further.

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Not posted WIPs that I do wanna post someday lol

“The train is so full but Clary has to sit down.” From a Claia fic, side Si+phael, Clary is deaf and Maia learned sign language for higher koalifications as a barkeeper.

“So, where would you like to live?” Malec, Magnus&Ragnor. A ficlet from the big thing hopefully coming before we enter the 20s...

“B puts down his eighth strawberry daiquiri.” OC / OC same big thing, different people. Side Si+phael.

“Magnus strolls along the Broadway for new musicals to watch when he hears shouting from a parallel street.” Malec, soulmate fic. Can't decide on a lot of things. Idk.

“Alec looks over at Magnus with that blinding grin. <We're doctors!>” Malec are vets. That's it.

“Raphael sits on Magnus's lap sucking on his thumb, leaning against his body.” Human AU, Malec are dads (or dad-brother) at the kids doctor. Like this is a 4 years old Rapha and Max is Alec's literal brother. Not the Lw-B kids. Features anti-vac Lw parents xd

“Magnus puts the key into the door feeling guilty.” This long bitch. Malec songfic but you gotta look up the song because you can't upload a full songtext to ao3 :)

“Camille ordered Raphael to kidnap Simon for another feed.” Prestory for the Magnus and Baby Vamps ch2 plot. Use 50% likely xD

“<Asian male in his thirties.” An ambulance au. I completely forgot about this lol Malec and Siphia. (Might change to Claiasiphael ig)

“<Hey Honey, I'm hooome,> Magnus calls.” Alec pavlovs Magnus into saying he's a good person. That's it. xD

I tag everyone! This takes ages but it's so fun lol

@some-thrilling-heroics @raphaelxantiago @gingerangelofthursday idk are you a writer then you are tagged!!

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headcanons compilation  ↬  isabelle lightwood

a compilation of my scattered/posted (so far) isabelle lightwood headcanons. i will be updating this as i post more.

drabble: isabelle, post dust and shadows

vampire academy au

izzy and polyamorous relationships

izzy and knowledge of yin fen

izzy/alec and demon possession and yin fen addiction

jace didn’t always have perfect control over his extra strength, specially since he was used to training only with valentine, who was an adult at the time, which evened the field. when he first started training with alec and izzy he sometimes went too hard on them. izzy complained but alec never did, and would  if needed hide any markings left, because he didn’t want jace to feel bad about it, and because he wasn’t about to admit he couldn’t take it from a kid almost two years younger than himself.

you guys know what i know, right? aldertree never had any intentions to see the magnus and izzy saving alec happen any other way. he left one, one shadowhunter to watch over them, and probably even told raj to let them amuse themselves for a few moments then kick magnus out. he knew exactly what he was doing. he wanted them to do something desperate and illegal, so he’d gain leverage and isabelle would have no choice but make a deal with him to sacrifice jace. they did exactly what he wanted them to do.

do you ever cry because isabelle dreamed of meeting the iron sisters her entire life, and because aldertree decided he wanted to toy with her, she got rejected by her heroes and the people she grew up admiring and learning about.

headcanon hour, because i wanted this pinpointed. is@belle feels abandoned by j@ce and @lec’s willingness to kill themselves. it makes her feel like she’s not enough for them to live for, but more importantly, that they weren’t thinking about her at all, or even remembered her, or thought about her, while throwing their lives away. she rationally understands their bond, but it still stings and hurts to feel that she’s not enough for them.

sometimes I just think about the fact that everyone sees isabelle as a goddess and she thinks she’s brute, too tall and not feminine enough.

okay but let’s talk about is@belle in seb@stian’s sweater? that is such a fleeting scene but so IMPORTANT. 1zzy always felt big, too tall, thick, not feminine or delicate enough. she envies cl@ry for her small build several times. i bet she never had any boyfriend big enough that she could fit into his sweater like that, and wear it as a dress (even in the show meli0rn and r@phael, namely are both her height). so the fact she actually wears it and in the open, in front of him, means she feels confident in it, and probably comfortable and very, very nice. might have been the first time she felt small and delicate like she always wanted to.

never forget if you fuck with her brothers, is@belle lightw00d will fucking tear your hand off.

in case you were wondering, yes, my is@belle’s first kiss was also with j@ce.

always remember is@belle lightw00d with no special blood could keep up with j@ce on the mat growing up, and could stand up to seb@stian and save j@ce’s life when no one had been able to as much as graze his skin until then.

imagine what she’d do if she DID have demon/angel blood.

is@belle once tells cl@ry she wondered if v@lentine had broken j@ce in some irreparable way and he’d never be able to fall in love. that is not by chance, however, and she, herself, after so many years of making sure she wouldn’t feel anything for any man, starts to wonder…. j@ce fell in love with cl@ry at very first sight, but is@belle can’t seem to manage to feel anything too deep about any of the boys she toys with for a day or a month. so what if she’s the one that’s broken? what if she let her heart free and found out it was too cold and too late and she couldn’t actually ever truly love someone else, like her brothers do?

is@belle at times when m@ryse was away for too long, didn’t just try to make her favorite recipes. she’d sneak into her parents room, lie in their bed, wondering if her dad was with her mom tonight or with another woman. she’d sit on her mom’s vanity, put on her perfume and steal her clothes to snuggle in, or just walk around the room in her mom’s shoes, that were too big for her yet, but training the high heels anyway. she’d make her hair like her mom’s and sit on the rug so soft on their floor. sometimes j@ce or @lec would come sit with her, but she didn’t always wanted them to. didn’t want them to think she was having “weak girl moments”. most of the times she loved being the only girl around and kicking all of the boys’ asses and protecting them in the same measure. but sometimes he just wanted to sit by her mom’s bed, have her long hair braided, be taught how to wear make up, and be called beautiful, lie her head on her lap and hear her tell her stories from her youth and idris, days full of people and sunshine. sometimes being an only girl in an institute full of boys for sixteen years was very hard.

the proudest moment of is@belle’s childhood happened after j@ce arrived and she won a sparring session with him for the first time. she used to win over @lec all the time, but she always suspected he let her, that he didn’t go as hard on her as he could because he was afraid to hurt her, or because he just knew how much she liked to win. it wasn’t that it was easy, no, but 1zzy knew it also wasn’t as difficult as it could be. her first sessions with j@ce, is@belle tried to be gentle on him. j@ce was skinny as though he’d never been fed properly and covered in bruises and she knew his past from her mom, and felt sorry for him. when j@ce first landed her on her ass, 1zzy stopped feeling sorry for him, and started to love him. j@ce never seemed to think she was delicate or special, or that he had to let her win, j@ce liked to win as much she did and he made her such a better sh@dowhunter for it. sometimes they’d practice for hours, but j@ce he sparred like an adult, not like a child, and he gave is@belle a run for her money most days. it was also when 1zzy realized if she was gonna win this it’d be by betting on their differences and on her best features. when she caught the surprised look on j@ce’s face just before he went down, she had never felt more warm or proud of herself, happy. j@ce didn’t moan, complain, or accused her of being unfair. instead, he stared at her wide eyed, and then he started smiling, and then helaughed, and is@belle laughed with him. their training sessions were a lot more balanced since, and neither of them backed down, or was ever afraid of hurting the other, winning at alternate times and having fun regardless, because is@belle found a form of high and pleasurable respect in j@ce’s refusal to let her take advantage, or give it to her, and she found she loved it. and she found she loved him. and she knew the moment she landed him on his ass, j@ce loved her too.

[sky-kiss]

Ok. So, it was mentioned that it’s possible that Raphael could be reborn as a lemure and, now fully integrated into Hells’ system, he would work his way up as an actual devil. It was requested that Tav/Durge find them as a lemure and protect him as he worked his way through this system. 

It’s a fascinating idea. I’m so pro this happening. However, after sitting with the idea for a bit, I don’t think I could do it as a small fic, and I don’t currently have the time to work on it as a long story. So, I’m going to sketch out what I roughly see happening. Someone else can use it, or I’ll develop it later. 

Most of this has the vibe of a like, rolling an alt character in an MMO and getting your max-level geared friend to sherpa you through the game. I refer to Tav/Durge as Targe because it’s just an unpleasant name. 

LEVEL GRINDING RAPHAEL: THE STORY

After getting Chronos’d by his dad, the essence of Raphael’s soul is reborn as a lemure in Avernus. Notably, being a disgusting, amorphous, suffering, horrible flesh blob is not as appealing as being a sexy man. 

Tav/Durge goes to hell and entreats Asmodeus (who should not meet with them, but hey. Targe is a freak punching way above their weight class). 

Asmodeus agrees to direct Targe to Rapahel’s soul; in exchange, Asmodeus has a claim to Targe’s soul. They will also agree to bring Raphael to him once he’s leveled. 

Targe spends the next century or so sherpa’ing Raphael. They kill demons for him, so he gets the XP/soul energy. Eventually, he’s able to go through the ritual.

Targe brings the horrible flesh blob to Asmodeus. The Lord of the Ninth genuinely finds the whole situation hilarious.

Asmodeus pledges Raphael to his service. He promotes him to an imp.

And because it’d be even funnier, he touches Imp!Phael’s forehead and gives him back all of his prior life memories.

This is not ideal. Raphael now very clearly remembers Targe betraying/killing him.

But he is an imp. And very small. With very few outlets for his rage.

Targe and Imp!Phael proceeded to go on a massive killing spree through the Hells. Potentially, while running side-quests for Asmodeus for extra XP gain. 

Targe is very apologetic about the entire situation and mentions how much they ended up missing Raphael. He is a petty little bitch about all of this. But. Targe doesn’t leave him.

Over the next few centuries, Targe continues to help him progress through the system. Raphael watches them age and feels…melancholy. He’s a full devil now, but some of his memories of his life soften him a touch towards his companion. 

 I offer you the image of bone or horn devil Raphael curled up around his wizened guardian.

At this point, he is pretty well self-sufficient. He’s brutally cunning. He has street cred. He’s reasonably well-geared. Targe could go home. They refuse.

Now, for story fun, we know that Raphael will work/kill his way to being a duke. It’s going to take him a few thousand years, but he’s going to get there. And Targe is going to be long-dead at that point.

 And so I posit: Raphael, in his one selfless act, draws up a contract or pledges to find Tav when they are reborn in the lemure pit. 

And the cycle begins again. 

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The making of heirs

Raphael x Gwen

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(Btw this is the same universe as Betrayer and Runaway Bride, it can be read on it's on own, but maybe reading both of them will help.

Warnings: 18+ this is smut. Just smut with a smidge of something in the beggining, but besides that, just straight sex. Breeding kink, there's some hands on neck but no actual choking, i think this might qualify as mating press? Also dirty talk near the end. P in V sex.

A/N: Second time i write smut let's go bitches. Also this is me setting up future dad!phael

Children. 

The topic had been on Raphael’s mind for some time. He didn’t particularly like them. They demanded attention and made a mess everywhere. Mol had been an exception, but she was already a bit older when they met, and not a toddler or a babe. 

But the idea of reproducing had its appeals. With the proper discipline and education, he could mold his children to his desires. They would be loyal to him, obey his commands, they would be the only ones he would entrust with positions of power, as they wouldn’t dare to go against their father. Besides, in the long run, he would be creating a line of tieflings, all tied back to him, just as the past archdevils had. 

Raphael looked across the table he was eating dinner from. His wife, Gwendolyn, sat on the other side. He started imagining what their children would look like. A little girl, with the same pink skin and purple hair as her mother, but with his eyes and four horns. Or a boy, as handsome and strong as his father, with the same easy going smile as Gwen’s. 

His thoughts took on a more lustful turn. He imagined ravishing her again and again, finishing inside of her until there was no doubt that his seed had taken place. He thought of her already fat belly growing bigger and bigger with his heir. 

Raphael was suddenly brought back to reality when Gwendolyn asked “What’s on your mind?” 

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

“You have that look on your face.” She grabbed a glass of wine. “The one you make when you’re scheming.” Gwen took a sip, looking at him.

“I was thinking about you.” 

“Really?” She put the glass down, raising one brow.. “And what about me were you thinking of?” 

He smirked. “About you carrying my heir in your womb.” 

If Gwen had been drinking, she would have choked. “You want to have a child, Raphael?”

He got up from his seat. “Think about it.” Raphael slowly walked towards her. “It is the next logical step. Mephistopheles and Asmodeus both had lineages of tieflings traced back to them. It is only fair I have mine. A way to secure my - our - legacy.” At this point, he had walked behind her chair and put his face next to hers, whispering in Gwen’s ear. “Just imagine. A bunch of little ones, running around, a mix of the two of us. You wouldn’t be alone.” 

“It’s a tempting thought.” She took a deep breath, moving her head slightly. “And how many children would the Lord of the Nine Hells want?”

Raphael sneaked one hand towards her neck, holding it and pulling her head backwards, making her gasp. “Eight, I think, would be a good number. One for each layer of hell, except this one, of course.” He kissed her open mouth. Raphael tightened his hold on her neck, just slightly enough to cause pressure but not to cut air supply. 

Eventually, he let go of her, allowing Gwen to breathe. She turned around in her seat to look at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to carry eight children.” She stood up, putting a hand on his shoulder, while his eyes were fixated on her heaving chest. “How about we settle on three?” 

Raphael took the hand on his chest and raised it towards his mouth, kissing her fingers. “We can discuss that later.” He murmured. “Now, let’s focus on producing the first one.” 

Gwen bit her lip and nodded her head. Not even a moment later, his mouth was once again on hers, one hand holding her cheek with force, while the other went to the back of her dress, trying to untie it. With her hands, Gwen began to slowly unbutton his vest. 

Eventually, Raphael grew frustrated and let go. He put his hands on top of the dress and in one movement, ripped the garment open, leaving her in her underwear. She gasped. “I really liked the dress.” Gwen removed her undergarments before he had any chance of ruining them as well. 

Raphael made quick work of his own clothes and replied. “I’ll get you a hundred thousand as a replacement, pet.” He was once again on her, hands roaming her soft flesh. 

Gwendolyn grabbed him by the back of his neck and reached a hand down his chest, slightly grazing his skin with her nails until she reached his half hard cock. She grabbed it, gently, rubbing it up and down. Raphael had one hand on her breasts, toying with her nipple, while the other was at her sex, inserting one finger than another, his thumb stroking her clit. 

As they were both getting close to their climaxes, Raphael snapped them away to their bed. As soon as Gwen’s back hit the mattress, the archdevil raised her legs, putting her calves over his shoulders and pushing himself inside her in one fluid motion, their previous ministrations facilitating the process. 

She moaned loudly as he pounded into her. One of Raphael’s hands wrapped around Gwen’s neck, squeezing it just a bit. 

“You take me so well, look at you.” He said, in a raspy voice. Gwen’s reply came in the form of a moan. His placed his free hand over her belly, grasping and kneading the flesh. “I can already see it, you round with my heirs.” 

“Raphael…” She managed to say, voice raspy. 

“I’ll breed you over and over again, until there is no doubt that you’re pregnant. Everyone will see how you’re mine.” He let go of her neck, and instead, held her cheek. “Tell me you want this.” 

“I…I want this.” She breathed out. 

“You’ll carry all the children I give you.”

“Yes, yes! I’m-I’m so close.” Gwen moaned. The hand on her belly traveled to her clit, rubbing it until she threw her head back, reaching her orgasm. Raphael leaned forward, engulfing her mouth with his and bringing her knees close to her chest, drinking up the scream that left her as she climaxed. 

A few more hard thrusts and he soon reached his peak, finishing inside her. As they both came back, breathing heavily, tears of pleasure running down Gwen’s face, she noticed that he continued inside her. 

Raphael saw that and smirked. “To make sure not a single drop goes to waste.” He laid on top of her, weight almost crushing. She threw her arms around him.

“If we keep doing it like this, I won’t object to the eight children.” Gwen whispered.

Raphael kissed the side of her head. “Good.”

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a small snippet of something

Raphael x Pregnant!Gwen

This is somewhat the "sequel" to The making of heirs

A/N: I wanted to write more but im having a real hard time focusing today so... have this!

Also, @bg3fan i'm tagging you cause i guess this is close to dad!phael? (i have others things planned but the adhd is kicking today)

It didn’t take long for Gwen to discover she was with child. 

The first few months had been less than stellar. She felt nauseous often, had more mood swings and the food cravings didn’t help. Thankfully, Raphael had been more caring, since she had broken the news to him. 

He had given her space when she asked for it, and comforted her when she needed it. He even got some poor mortal to cook her food, and for that, she was grateful. In truth, Gwen was surprised to see this new side of Raphael. 

As the months passed, things had gotten slightly easier. Her food cravings had started to favor what she used to eat as a child, such as her mother’s homemade apple pie and strawberries dipped in chocolate. The cook had been working overtime. 

A nursery had been made for the baby, and although it had more red then Gwen would like, she managed to convince Raphael that skulls would be too grim of a decoration for a child, no matter how infernal they were. Gwen had even been able to travel to her old home and use the crib her mother had once owned. 

Most recently, the baby had begun kicking. 

A lot. 

One night, when she was around seven months along, Gwen’s sleep was disturbed by her child kicking. She tried to ignore it, but after the third in a row, she couldn’t hide her displeasement anymore. 

“Hmpf…” Gwen sat up in the bed, and nudged Raphael until he awoke. If she wouldn’t be able to sleep, neither would he. 

He opened one eye. “What is happening?”

“Your legacy gives very strong kicks, my lord.” She expressed, feeling another kick. Gwen rubbed her belly. “I can’t sleep.”

 Raphael, sighed, turning on the bed towards her, both eyes opened. “They have to be strong, my love, if they are to be my heir.” 

“Yeah, yeah, and what about my sleep, hum?” She complained. Finding a good position to sleep in had been hard enough, but the kicking made the job even harder. Gwen couldn’t wait for her child to come to the world. 

Another kick made her groan. Raphael thought of something. “Lie down again, facing that wall.” He pointed, and she obliged, her back to him. 

He shifted on the bed, holding her from behind. Both of his large, warm hands made their way towards her belly, and he began to hum.

After a few more minutes, and some kicks, eventually, the baby calmed down, allowing a very tired Gwendolyn to finally sleep.