Larissa x reader

Life with you|NSFW

*Authors note~ ooo a bit of a crossover kinda fic, have to say I fell in love with this idea. I hope it's okay anon*

Trigger warnings~ breeding kink, magic penis for r, pregnancy labour

Prompt~ Hi hello love ❤️ I love everything you write I hope you can write my request. Larissa x fem Reader ( Reader is like Wanda from Avenger, a scarlet witch ) marry In a beautiful ceremony and they go to there honeymoon. Where Larissa is looking at reader with bedroom eyes all day, when they go to there room Larissa literally pounces on reader and begs to be bred until she's falls pregnant ( Larissa & Reader already talked about there future and they wanted children, Larissa wanted to be the one pregnant by Reader efforts ) reader then makes love to Larissa, passionate and slow. Larissa falls pregnant and reader is there the whole time until Larissa goes in labor. After Larissa is done with labor she looks at reader all tired and teases that she wants another baby while reader looks at her shocked and in awe. (Can you do the smut, with slow and passionate sex, breeding kink, magic cock sex).
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Purposing to Larissa is single handedly the best decision you've ever made, and standing at the alter, promising to love and cherish her forever, well that was just a dream come true. You'd be able to call the stunning woman your wife and spend the rest of your life with her. The instant type of love that is so pure yet so hard to find had landed with you two and you were adamant you wouldn't ever lose her. The wedding and reception was absolutely perfect, all down to Larissa's planning, and before you knew it you were heading to the airport for your honeymoon. From there you found yourself surrounded by blue sky's and the ocean, in a beautiful five star hotel. At first you thought perhaps you'd have a nap from all your travel but apparently your wife had some other ideas. You definitely didn't need much persuading.

You'd spoke before your wedding over the future and who wild carry your children seems you both contained the ability to do so. It wasn't a hard choice for you, you'd never really fancied the idea of birthing a whole human but Larissa craved it. Together you reached the conclusion you'd try for a baby after the wedding, but you didn't think Larissa meant quite so literally, yet the look in her beautiful eyes told you she did.

Larissa would be lying if she said she didn't have the fantasy of you taking her over the desk, lovingly filling her cunt up with your seed ensuring she'll end up pregnant. That's all she wanted was to carry your child. So really it was no surprise to anyone that as soon as you arrived at the hotel she couldn't help but  immediately pounce on you, begging you to breed her so well your seed sticks. She just wants to feel you all over her and she's absolutely determined to achieve that. And of course you have no problem with her idea but you planned this differently so she'd have to be a good girl and wait for the rougher sex. A desk simply sitting there waiting to have her front pressed to it as you rammed yourself inside her needy cunt. But first you want to make love to your wife.

You'd never tire of seeing your wife in all her glory, knowing she was yours to cherish and love drove you wild with the need to touch and kiss every inch of her beautiful skin. You truly adored how needy you could make the woman, every breathless whimper and plead for you to do more. But that being said, you still made sure to take your time and soak in every possible moment. Your wife being spread out and you kissed your way up her long luscious legs before finally getting to her soaking core, the finest meal possible and it was all yours. You couldn't help but eat her out like a starving woman but she wasn't complaining. Oh no, she was enjoying herself, pleading for more. "Please darling! Please I want you to breed me. Please make me pregnant my love."

At the request you worked the woman down from her second high before you began to do your spell. A spell you had become rather good at. "Shh Isa, you can have my dick darling, I just couldn't resist that pretty pussy of yours. You taste too good" you whispered before showering her breasts in attention. While she was mewling at your mouth on her boobs you reached a hand in between your body's to tease her cunt and use her wetness as lubricant for your cock. The gasp she let lose was heavenly as the bulbous head of your cock bumped her already sensitive bud.

Slowly, inch by inch, you pushed into her tight warmth. You couldn't contain the groan at how tightly she was wrapped around you. "Please! God darling you can move, please please make love to me y/n" she whimpered causing you to finally give in and move, creating the pleasure you both craved. From there you made your wife fall into the pools of bliss again, watching how her face scrunched up in pleasure and her hair was fanned out on the pillow. There was no sight more perfect than this and that's when you let yourself cum, shooting white hot cum all over her fluttering walls. A nap with your dick nestled inside her walls soon resulted into you taking your wife over the desk and just about every other surface in the hotel room, "gonna fill you up so much, you're sure to be with my child Isa" you promised.

Two weeks later and you're being handed a pregnancy test with a teary eyed wife studying your every move. It was positive and you couldn't be any happier to start a family with the love of your life. You promised her to be there for every second, anything she needed and everything she needed, you'd get without a second thought. Only the best for your wife. You'd spoken before about the spell you were using meaning you can only have daughters, something you and Larissa didn't mind, you just wanted to have a healthy loved child. Something neither of your family's provided you.

At first, Larissa was doing well, no morning sickness and hardly any mood swings, you lived on cloud nine, honestly why did men complain about their pregnant partners? But around month three the cravings started. You'd lost count how many times your wife woke you at ungodly hours of the night for a cheese burger with extra pickles and a soda from the burger place an hour away from Nevermore. But yet every time you simply agreed with a kiss to her head and made your way to get the goods. About two hours later you'd have a happy wife and a happy unborn princess.

But then came the sickness, even a smell would trigger Larissa so that meant the food you loved the most, banned. But it didn't matter because both mother and baby were safe and happy. Around month five Larissa became rather horny. And at first you were loving the idea. She always wanted you some how and you'd never complain. Making her feel good made you feel good. But after a few weeks you found yourself fearing bumping into your wife. You knew there would be no escape, truthfully you just wanted a rest. The woman was practically jumping your bones at every hour of the day. It's exhausting, the good kind, but still you would indulge your wife to hear those blissed out contented moans. 

Month eight is where her Brixton and Hicks tightenings began. You tried to tell her to slow down, take some time to rest before your daughters arrival. But she was having none of it. So she kept working and dealing with them. Seeing her in discomfort made you wish to take it all away from her. But she reminded you that this was her choice and she was happy. Your daughter decided that breaking Larissa's waters at two forty five am was a brilliant wake up call, yet you wished she valued her sleep like you. Still you couldn't wait to meet the little one, feeling like you didn't have as good as a bond with her than Larissa did because you didn't carry her.

Labour for Larissa was the hardest part, but four hours of pain tears and silent screams your daughter made her way into the world, looking every bit as beautiful as her mother. With a kiss to your wife's head you promised to watch over the girl as the doctors tended to your wife. There you watched them tidy the baby and dress her before giving her to your very exhausted wife. "Darling?" You murmured, eyes fixed on the bundle in pink blankets, "can we have another?" You could've sworn Larissa's eyes were going to fall out of her head. "Excuse me?" She glanced between you and your daughter. "Sweetheart, I would like to uh maybe try carrying our child" you whispered sounding rather unsure of yourself, but seeing the way your wife handled it and brought such a precious gift into the world made you want to at least try. Just once. And look how adorable she is.

There in your arms now, while Larissa slept, is your beautiful daughter, Marilyn Isadora saige Weems. Her name took crafting, Marilyn was a long time friend of Larissa's, they attended Nevermore together and she stayed by her side through the Morticia scene. Isadora is special to you, a name you'd loved since a child really, old fashioned but pretty. You'd always wanted your daughter to have it somewhere in her name. Saige, happened to be a name that Larissa's aunt, the only one who truly loved her in her family and didn't judge her for being a shifter, so it just felt right to include the name. Weems tied you all together, a perfect little family of three that would soon hopefully grow.

Word count~ 1717