◜ꜝꜝ 𝔯aphael ☓ ⤸

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[raphaelsmut]

Mayhaps Mydei smut with afab spouse reader. Either him or reader gets baby fever after spending some time with the kids of Okhema.

Mydei x afab!Spouse Reader | NSFW | baby fever, soft domination, breeding kink themes, overstimulation, emotional tension, quiet desperation

You weren’t even supposed to stay in Okhema this long.

A brief stop. A political check-in. But Aglaea’s nieces had found you first—sticky hands tugging at your cloak, wide eyes begging you to play make-believe with kitchen spoons and capes stitched from old battle banners. Mydei had watched you crouch in the garden, a crown of woven twine sitting askew on your head, your voice lilting with exaggerated villainy as they giggled and “attacked” you with wooden swords.

They call him “Uncle Mydei,” too. And gods, he lets them. He smiles when they cling to his coat and ask if he can lift them “all the way up to the sun.”

And something about it breaks you.

That night, back in the guest chamber, your fingers tangle in his shirt with quiet urgency. You kiss him like you’ve been holding your breath all day. Like you’re starving. Mydei doesn’t ask why at first. He just responds—strong arms around your waist, lips on your throat, pulling you into his lap with a soft groan.

But you whisper it eventually. Against his ear. Breathless.

“I want one. I want ours.”

His breath hitches. His hands freeze on your hips. For a moment, there’s only the sound of your pulse thudding in your ears.

Then?

His fingers tighten—just enough to make you gasp.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he rasps. “Not with me.”

“I do,” you breathe. “I want it anyway.”

That’s when he loses it.

He makes love to you like a man burning—kisses deep and messy, hands trembling as they slide between your thighs. He keeps murmuring things against your skin:

“So perfect... you’d carry me so well...” “You want to feel me deeper? Take it all, sweet thing, take all of me...” “I’ll fill you ‘til you can’t think. 'Til you feel it, aching inside you...”

And he does. Again and again. Your legs shake. Your voice breaks. His thrusts slow only to make you feel every inch, then pick up again as you claw at his shoulders, begging.

He holds you open with a hand pressed firm to your belly and watches himself disappear into you.

“Gonna make you a mother,” he whispers into your throat. “Gonna make you mine in a way no god can take away.”

By the time he finally fills you—hot, deep, with a gasp of your name—you’re already gone. Eyes glazed, moaning his name like a vow.

And even afterward, as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, he murmurs—

“If we had one... they’d have your laugh. They’d never have to wonder if they’re loved. Not if it’s you.”

You fall asleep with his hand still resting over your lower belly. Protective. Possessive. Hopeful.

Just maybe.

[raphaelsmut]

𝅄 ݁ ⏜ ꒰ ℌakuoki ℌeadcannons ꒱ ── ๑ ֹ ₊ㅤ ۟

💥 CONTENT WARNING: overstimulation, crying during sex, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk.

What they'd say during sex..

ft. harada sanosuke, saito hajime, hijikata toshizo, okita souji, heisuke todo, nagakura shinpachi, and yamazaki susumu

HARADA SANOSUKE —

“Aww, c’mon, sweetheart…” He coos, but doesn’t slow down, spearing you deeper with every thrust. “That little sniffle—fuck—it’s makin’ me even harder.” You whine something incoherent and he grins like a devil. “What is it? Too much?” He cups your face, thumbs brushing your tear-streaked cheeks. “Then why’s this pussy still suckin’ me in like that?”

SAITO HAJIME —

“Tears again?” he murmurs, not even out of breath. “You’re trembling.” He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t soften. Just leans in close and watches you fall apart. “Don’t cry. You’ll only embarrass yourself.” But his voice dips lower. His thrusts slow, just for a second. “...Unless that’s what you want.”

HIJIKATA TOSHIZŌ —

“Tch. Crying already?” His voice is low, sharp, commanding. But his hand brushes your hair back gently. “Didn’t I warn you not to bite off more than you can take?” You sob out his name and he growls. “No. Use your words, little one. Tell me—do you want me to stop?” You shake your head. He smirks darkly. “Good girl.”

OKITA SOUJI —

“Oh, are you crying?” he gasps with that too-sweet smile. He doesn’t slow—if anything, he gets meaner, sharper. “You look so pretty like this. All red-eyed and drooling for me.” You babble something broken and soft. “What was that?” He tilts his head. “Beg again. C’mon. Say you want it while you cry.”

TŌDŌ HEISUKE —

“You’re s-sobbing,” he pants, watching tears roll down your cheeks. “God, that’s hot…” He nearly whimpers himself, rutting harder. “Is it too much? Should I stop?” You cling to him and cry out. “F-fuck, no, I’m not stopping—” “You’re gonna cry all night if I keep fucking you like this, huh?”

NAGAKURA SHINPACHI — (Goes feral when you whine and cry)

“Awwww, don’t get all weepy on me now,” he coos—but he’s breathless, wild-eyed. “You were talkin’ back just ten minutes ago.” You hiccup through a moan, overwhelmed and shaking. “Look at you now,” he groans. “So fucked-out and tearin’ up just from this dick.” “I should record this.”

YAMAZAKI SUSUMU —

“Don’t cry.” His voice is flat, but his grip is bruising. “You’re doing so well. Let me ruin you a little more.” You sob out his name and he tilts your chin up. “Eyes on me,” he orders softly. “I want to see every tear while I make you forget how to speak.