#acomaf morrigan

[gothicbabydollz]

I’m not above begging for soft mommy mor 🙏🏻🙌🏻 or just sexy soft dom mor

or just mor in general :)

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Pairings: Mor x f!reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of oral, scissoring, mommy kink, sub/dom dynamics, bottom!reader, top!mor, make outs

Summary: Midnights spend with Mor…

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: i’m so gay omg

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Remainders of intimacy cling to soft skin. Lips glisten in the bright moonlight. Breathless pants engulf the room in a comfortable silence. And a tongue swipes, seeking out the final taste.

“You taste fucking amazing, sweetie,” Mor chuckles, littering kisses up your thigh, moving to sit back on her knees. She watches as your forearm splays over your face. Half covering the bashful look overtaking your features. “Don’t hide!” she playfully scolds, crawling over your naked body. Slotting between your legs. She bats your arm away as you mumble, “M’not.” Mor’s elbows rest on either side of your head, slender fingers sliding into your hair. She gently scratches your scalp, making you want to purr as tilts you to look at her face, which hovers closely above yours. “No?” The way she’s looking at you, eyes glazed with a mix of adoration and love, urges you to sink into submission. Feeling so safe and loved beneath her, you wish you stay like this forever.

Kissing Mor gives you an idea of what paradise feels like. Her lips are addicting, so soft and warm, it’s more than easy to get lost in the feeling of them against your own. Your head drops back onto the pillow after the first, your mouth tingling as if her lips were still on you. Mor smiles widely, admiring your face for a moment before chasing you. Her mouth captures your own, and she lets her body weight rest atop you. She suckles your bottom lip into her mouth, teeth gently biting down to drag a soft sound from your throat. Mor reciprocates the noise, tongue soothing over where she bit until she’s slipping past your lips and brushing her tongue against yours. Tasting the faint essence of yourself on her tongue, you flush, hands finding her waist as to pull her impossibly closer. Mor takes control of the kiss, and you gladly let her consume your mouth, guiding the pace that your tongue meets hers. Your hands slip underneath the silk top she has on, sliding slowly up her back. A gasp passes from Mor’s mouth and into your own. Your hands cold on her skin. “Off,” she mumbles.

Taking the hem of her top in your grasp, you begin to push the material up her body. Mor lifts, helping you pull it over her head and toss the fabric to the side. Her breaths are heavier now. Louder. A sign of her growing arousal. She leans back down, skin on skin, breasts pressing against yours. Her fingers find your jaw, softly pushing your head to the side so she has access to your pretty neck, littered with forming bruises from when she had her mouth on you earlier. She had sucked and bitten at your clear skin, had taken her time working her way down until she’d found home between your thighs. She’s gentler now. Laying light kisses over the marks, careful not press too hard. Mor flattens her tongue against your skin, licking from the base of your throat and up to your ear. The sensation makes you shiver, moaning out.

Mor groans, “Those sounds of yours,” she cups your face, making you look at her once again, “Makes me wanna fuck you so bad.” Her words shoot straight to your core, pulsing in response. Swallowing thickly, your eyes close, head leaning back, pushing into the pillows. You can feel her breath fanning over your ear, keeping your senses on edge. “Can I fuck you, sweet girl? Think you can take some more, hm?”

You nod, desperate and needy for her to touch you again. You swear just one look from Morrigan makes you want to spread your legs. “Words, sweetie. Need to hear you say it, okay?” Her thumb rubs circles over your cheek, trailing down to trace your lips. Your eyes blink open and find hers. “I want you to fuck me…please.”

The tension is thick as Mor moves, she says nothing yet her eyes have your heart pounding in anticipation. She teases you, biting her lip as her hands travel to her round, perky breasts. The moonlight shining through the open curtains casts a glow over her, highlighting each curve and crevice across her body. She plays with her taut nipples while you watch, gasping softly when she tweaks her buds. You almost feel jealous, wishing your mouth were her fingers. Which are now dragging down her stomach and hooking into her panties. Mor slips the lacey material off painfully slow, winding you up further. Your clit is throbbing, begging for attention. Yet you keep your hands by your side, instead tugging mindlessly at the sheets. You catch sight of the glistening slick coating Mor’s heat and inner thighs as she straddles your right leg. “Mhm, that’s all for you, sweet girl. You always get me so wet,” She tells you, whilst manoeuvring your other leg to wrap around her waist.

You practically yelp when Mor presses her cunt against yours, overly sensitive from your past orgasm and your need for more. Mor soothes you, gently squeezing your thigh, “It’s okay, I’ve got you, sweetie. Mommy’s got you.” She winds her hips, clit rubbing over yours. Loud moans escape both of your throats at the feeling of your warms and wet cunts grinding against each other. Your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as whines slip past your lips with each roll of Mor’s thrusts. Euphoria flows around your body, making your head feel fuzzy with all the pleasure coursing through you.

“Look at me- look at me, sweetie.” You do, forcing yourself to look up at Mor. “Good girl, stay with me, okay? I want you watch as I fuck you, sweetheart.” You reach for her as she continues to bury her cunt into yours, clits massaging each other’s, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. One hand finds Mor’s thigh, your nails digging into her skin as you grasp onto her. The other links with her own hand, fingers interlocking as she helps you stay grounded.

“Shit, mommy,” you whimper pathetically, hips bucking upwards when Mor’s clit bumps against your just right. Broken moans and pitchy gasps tumble from Mor’s parted lips, she’s looking down, watching how her messy cunt slides against yours. Slotting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. “Love your little pussy so much, sweetie. Feel so good against me.”

Feeling your climax bubbling inside your belly, you desperately seek out more friction. You begin grinding your hips up to meet her thrusts, humping her cunt with your own. Mor moans, meeting your gaze, her eyes are blown out, clouded with arousal. “That’s my girl, you wanna cum, huh?” She asks with a husky, lust filled voice. “Wan- want to cum,” You breathe out, barely able to form words as the coil winds painfully tight, pushing you closer to the edge. The wet sounds of your cunts are loud enough to fill the entire room, each thrust producing a vulgar squelching noise. “You hear that, sweet girl? So fucking wet,” Mor sobs, drawing dangerously close to her own orgasm. She gasps, her clit bumping against yours over and over. Your thighs are staring to tremble as you tiptoe on the edge of release. “Let go, need you to let go. C’mon, cum for mommy,” Mor sounds as though she’s begging, hungry for you to climax against her cunt.

Her desperation sends you over the edge, climaxing through near silent whimpers. Your nails are surely leaving indents due to how hard you’re squeezing her thigh. The feelings soaring through your nerves are overwhelming, every through inside your head vanishes as pleasure fills up the space. Your clit pulses against Mor’s and she follows shortly after you. Her orgasm louder than your own, she mewls your name, hips jolting as she soon becomes overstimulated. Although, that doesn’t stop her from thrusting her cunt into yours, wanting to ride out both your climaxes despite your joint quivering.

Mor eventually slumps down next to you, panting as she presses her forehead against your temple. She kisses your cheek, “Fuck…you okay?” Mor asks, reaching to cup your hot cheek. You nod your head whilst turning to look at her, “Yeah. Are you?” You’re still trying to catch your breath, your eyes feeling droopy from the intense pleasure still lingering.

She smiles, “I’m good, sweet girl,” her hand leaves your face and dips between your legs to lightly pat your slick cunt, “She tired me out is all.” The sudden stimulations pulls a whine from you, thighs closing quickly. “Shh, sorry. M’sorry,” Mor chuckles breathlessly, wrapping herself around you, legs intertwining until you both are comfy.

You lay this way for a while, eyes closed and content in each other’s arms. “Wish we could stay like this forever,” You whisper into the darkness, the moon now concealed behind heavy clouds. Mor’s fingers dancing up and down your thigh is the only sign that she’s still awake, she whispers back, “I know, sweetheart. I want that too.”

[gothicbabydollz]

Mommy!mor riding your face??

I feel like my obsession with Mor is getting very obvious

↬ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ↫

“get on your knees for me, sweetie.” Mor’s knuckles are whisper against your warm, flushed cheek. Barely grazing your skin. She looks angelic. Loose, golden spirals cascade down over her shoulders, framing her heavy breasts. Rising and falling with each breath, the only sign of her own neediness. Long fingers tangle in the roots of your own hair, urging you to do as she’d said.

You comply, keeping your wide eyes locked on her face. Hooded eyes watch as you lower yourself to the floor in front of her. Mor bites her painted red lip, power trip rushing to her head, loving the sight of you submitting.

Mere inches from her mound, you squirm on the spot. Desperation in your gaze as your eyes flicking repeatedly up to her face and back down again. You can smell her. Scenting the arousal seeping from her cunt. Only the grip in your hair holding you back from leaning forward and inhaling deeply. “Mommy.” You could swear her scent only grew stronger as the whimper slipped past your lips.

Mor pouts down at you, “I know, baby, you’re being so good for me,” she tilts your head back, slowly slinging a soft, toned thigh over your shoulder. You almost moan out, mouth watering, her heat so close to your face, you can feel her warmth. “Want to help make me feel good, isn’t that right?”

A string of whiney pleas escape your throat, cheek nuzzling into her thigh, mouthing at her skin. Mor gasps, feeling your teeth nick her skin. “Shit…okay baby,” she wets her lips, “Tongue, baby. Stick out your tongue.” Her free hand slips down her body as your warm and wet muscle passes the seam of your lips. Fingers slide between her legs, pausing to swiftly tease her clit, she moans before dipping further. Middle and pointer finger spreading her folds, letting you see her pink cunt, dripping with slick, tight hole clenching in anticipation. “See what you do to me, sweet girl? Lick. Go on, have a taste.”

Pleasured sighs fall from Mor’s mouth as you begin kitten licking her cunt. Your tongue swiping up between her folds, collecting the slick that had been building there. You moan loudly against her, the vibrations sending a visible shudder through her body. The tip of your tongue teases her pulsing hole. You watch Mor’s jaw drop when you slowly ease your way inside. She tightens, a choked, high-pitched sound leaving her as you wiggle your tongue, and she tugs your hair in response. “Now move- move your tongue to my clit.” She tells you, regaining her composure.

Your tongue finds her taut nub, flattening against it. “Good girl, stay like that okay?” Mor tests a buck of her hips, the leg she has wrapped around you tightening to give her more stability. “I’m just gonna use you now, sweetie. Gonna fuck myself on your pretty face till I cum all over you.” She smirks through a groan, grinding her hips down once…twice. Again and again. Finding a rhythm that hastens the coil winding deep in her belly.

You’re whining against her, hands reaching out to clasp onto her thighs. Your own squeeze together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing tension between them. “You like this, baby?” She cocks her head, lips parted to allow soft moans to fall out as they come. “Like being a warm mouth mommy can use to get off on?” It’s not a serious question. She knows you like it. She can see the glaze in your eyes, hear the need in your whines. Mor knows there’s nothing going on in that head of yours. And it spurs her on, quickening the pace in which she grinds her clit back and forth and back and forth over your outstretched tongue.

“Yeah, you do. Gone fuckin’ silly haven’t you, sweetie?” She grits out, panting, not letting her eyes leave your face, “That all it takes? A cunt in your face? Makes you all stupid?” Her hips buck more widely against your face, words breathier. “Or is it just mine, hm? Is it mommy’s cunt you can’t resist? Yeah?” All you can do is moan and whine, tears lining your eyes as the grip in your hair turns into a pleasurable pain. Yet, that seems to do the trick. You watch Mor shake, whining loudly, climaxing hard. The vibrations from your tongue had tipped her over the edge.

“Fuck. fuck,” She whimpers, guiding your mouth lower as her clit becomes overstimulated. She pushes your face into her cunt, winding her hips as your tongue laps at the cum leaking from her hole. She jolts when your nose bumps her sensitive clit, heightening the pleasure your tongue is giving her as your work between her drenched folds, slurping her slick and fucking into her hole.

“Good girl…don’t fucking stop.”

[gothicbabydollz]

face sitting w mor?

“Come here,” she says through a flurry of cheerful laughs. Mor pulls you on top of her, smiling from where she lays on the bed. Your clothes are discarded on the floor. You’re clad only in your underwear as you straddle Mor’s waist, carding your fingers through her hair. She purrs, massaging your hips and tugging at the fabric of your panties, as if she wants them off. You dip down, kissing everywhere you can. Along her collar, up her neck, her jaw. Mor moans softly, arching into the soft touch of your lips until she can’t take it anymore. “Please,” she sighs, “Please, sweets. I wanna taste you, come here.”

Biting your lip, you nod, shuffling around as Mor helps you drag your underwear down your legs. They’re flung across the room for you to find later. Soon enough, Mor has you hovering over her face, knees planted on each side of her head. She’s kissing the insides of your thighs, littering your soft skin with little love bites. Your hands are stuck in her hair, running your fingers through the thick locks as you breathe heavily in anticipation. “I’ve been waiting all day for this. For you.” She says between kisses, head lifting as she nears your sex. “Oh yeah?”

Mor gives your thigh a playful bite, causing you to gasp. “Mhm,” she hums, “Ever since I first tasted your sweet, little cunt. I can never get enough.” You’re taken off guard when Mor drags her tongue along your heat, through your wet folds, from your hole to your clit. Moaning out her name, your hips but and your fingers twist in her hair. Mor chuckles, her hands running up your legs to your backside. She squeezes, whispering against your sex, “Sit, sweets.”

Mor moans happily when you lower yourself onto her mouth. She laps at your cunt, greedily drinking down your juices. Her tongue dips inside your clenching hold and you can’t help but rock against her. Your gasping breaths and small whimpers are music to Mor’s ears, she loves hearing how good she’s making you feel. Her hands travel slowly up your body until she’s cupping your breasts. You whine softly as she teases your taut nipples, pinching and twisting and tugging. The added sensations makes your tummy flip with pleasure, your inner walls tightening around Mor’s tongue.

She sucks on your clit and you mewl. Tipping your head back and untangling your fingers from her hair to wrap your hands around her wrists. Mor’s skilled tongue flicks over your sensitive bud as she suckles. Her mouth and hands feel so good, she knows your body better that yourself. Your orgasm builds in the pit of your tummy, Mor winds the coil inside you. Tighter and tighter. Mor moans against you, the vibrations setting your nerves on edge. “So good, you’re so good,” You’re mumbling praises through each whimper that passes your lips. The female beneath you knows that as your words become breathier, you are becoming closer to that euphoric high. She hums in response, continuing to feast on you while you grind your cunt against her mouth.

She focuses on your pulsing clit. Switching between flicking intricate patterns with the tip of her tongue and suckling with just the right amount of pressure to make your thighs tremble.

You’re right on the edge. A soft sob escapes you, your brows scrunch. As you desperately chase the high Mor urges you towards. “M’gonna-” You whimper loudly, “Gonna cum for you.” Mor whines with excitement, sucking hard on your clit to give you that final push over the edge into the depths of pleasure.

You cry out as you climax, falling forwards onto your hands. Mor laugh is muffled against you, her arms wrapping around your thighs to keep your cunt planted on her face. She kitten licks your clit, helping you ride out the waves of your high. Your body twitches with each stroke of Mor’s tongue, the overstimulation pulling whimpers from your throat. When she’s sure you’ve come down, her tongue dips through your folds to collect the cum and slick dripping from your little hole. The erotic sounds of her slurping cause you to shiver.

“You taste so good, sweets. Nuh-uh, come back. I want more,” She whines, following you when you turn over onto your back. You can’t help but giggle when Mor pushes your thighs apart to delve back into your sex. You moan at the feeling yet reach for her, “I think it’s my turn.” Huffing when she doesn’t respond, you continue, “My turn to taste you.” Mor only throws you a serious glance, as if to tell you she’s not budging. So, you use your only tactic in winning her over….

“Please, mommy,” Her tongue still toying with your cunt only causes your voice to sound that much more needier, “Please, wanna taste mommy so bad.”

The noise Mor release sounds like both a snarl and a sob. But she begins to crawl up your body, tongue flicking across her bottom lip to collect the last of your juices. “You’re playing dirty, sweets.” You try to hide your grin, you really do. However her glistening cunt is far too distracting as she mounts your face like you’re her throne. “I’m sorry, mommy,” your teeth nip the skin of her inner thigh, “But it gets me what I want…”

[gothicbabydollz]

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Pairings: Morrigan x f!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, thigh riding, slight exhibitionism, oral, cunnilingus, softdom!mor  

Summary: Porn with no plot :)

Word count: 1.6k

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You walked alongside Morrigan through the corridors of the house of wind after returning from a night of drinking with the circle. The two of you had left early, Mor having offered to take you back to the house since you couldn't winnow.

You were grateful that she had. A part of you knew that she also wanted to discuss the unspoken thing between you. And from how close you had been to her throughout the evening, tonight was the night it would finally be addressed. All was up to whoever acted first.

You blushed as her hand brushed yours, barely a touch compared to how close you'd danced with her just a short while ago. Still, any time spent with her managed to turn you into a mess.

After months of lingering touches and gazes of longing. Months of both you and Mor waving off that feeling of being drawn to one another. You couldn't tell if it was the wine still simmering within you that gave you the confidence for what came next.

Your hand wrapped around hers, drawing Mor to a stop beside you. "Gods, finally!" She sighed out, "I was about to burst-"

You kissed her. Answering the questions flying around each of your minds. Her lips molded perfectly with yours as Mor kissed you back, cupping your cheek in her palm. Soft, slow kisses soon turned feverish, both of you unable to help the little noises slipping into each other's mouths.

Mor had you pressed against the wall in seconds, the startled gasp that escaped you allowing her tongue to sweep past the seam of your lips. She explored your mouth with her tongue, brushing and swirling with yours while you tasted each other.

Mor was addicting. You cupped her jaw in your hands, pulling her face impossibly closer as you kissed her with the desire that had been building in the months you'd known her.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to become frantic. Whiney pants passed from your mouth into hers. You craved more of her. Mor pushed her body against yours, separated by the taunting fabric of your dresses. The gold of your dress had been complimenting her usual red all night. You were matching pair.

You felt dazed when her mouth left yours. Drunk off her touch, her taste, her smell. Still getting used to your heightened Fae senses, you hadn't noticed her scent hit you until it clouded your thoughts. The dizzying scent of her arousal that had you inhaling deeply. And noticing the way Mors nostrils flared, you knew you'd also soaked through your lace undergarments.

A faint smirk tugged at Mors smudged red lips. She took one look down at the sparkling dress clinging to your body and it vanished. You were left in your slightly less than modest underthings. Stuck almost naked between the wall and the woman you'd been yearning for. It didn't feel real.

A soft moan passed her lips as she raked her eyes over you. Feeling her hands trail down your sides, you arched into her touch earning another purr of appreciation. The slit in her dress allowed Mor's slender leg to wedge between yours. A surprised moan slipped when you felt her thigh press into where you want- no need her the most. At the same time, Mor's lips found your neck. She kissed and sucked on your skin and you willingly dropped your head back to allow her more access.

"You're intoxicating, y/n," Mor breathed into your neck, "Do you know how long I've wanted this? Wanted you?"

You bit back a whimper when she rocked her thigh against your clothed core. "I've dreamt of you for so long, sweet girl," She admitted through a moan, surely feeling your slick coating her thigh.

Wanting her lips back on yours, you tugged her head up from your shoulder. "I  dream of you too," You whispered against her mouth before allowing Mor to swallow your noises of pleasure. Grinding down on her leg, your clit was rubbing on her just right and her hands had found home on your hips, helping you do so.

A coil was winding quickly in the pit of your stomach and somehow, Mor knew. Your hands roamed across as much as her you could reach, squeezing her hips and groping at her breasts over her dress. Mor groaned, pressing closer and harder to you.

The faint sound of wings flapping had you both looking in the direction of the noise with wide eyes.

To your surprise, Mor didn't falter or step away. A hand left your hip to clamp over your mouth. She dipped her lips to your ear, mumbling encouragements for you to keep going, "Come on, sweetie, you're almost there."

Whining into her palm, you let your eyes close, focusing on the way you rocked on her thigh, chasing the high of getting yourself off.

"Good girl, that's it," Mor cooed, flexing her thigh and causing your legs to tremble around hers. "Need you to cum for me. I can't have the boys seeing you like this, now can I?"

You shook your head, panting as these wings turned into footsteps drawing closer. Though Cassian would surely never let either of you live it down, your cunt clenched at the risk of being caught.

"That's right. Only I can see you like this," Mor went on, dragging her teeth down your neck, "So you go ahead and let go, sweetie. Now."

Another grind down on her thigh along with the scrape of her teeth across your pulse point had you sobbing into Mor's palm, the fire in your belly near overwhelming when the coil snapped. You couldn't even hear the praise she murmured in your ear from the pleasure wracking your body. Feeling a kiss press to your cheek, you opened your eyes to see darkness surround you both.

Mor let you fall back onto her bed as you continued to come down from your high. She'd winnowed you both to her bedroom. She dropped down over you, looking deep into your eyes before you both erupted into a fit of giggles.

They died down with your need to catch your breath. You stared at Mor a moment longer before pulling her down to kiss her once again. Hands roaming, you worked her dress off while her own fingers slipped between your thighs. She dipped them beneath the fabric covering your core, gliding her digits through your soaked folds. Your whine blended with her moan of appreciation, "Is this all for me?"

Mor lazily played with your pussy as you nodded,  she grinned and finally rewarded you with removing her clothes. You took her wrist, pulling her hand away from between your legs. Bringing her hand to your face, you wrap your lips around her slick fingers, sucking. Mor released a lewd moan and as she was distracted, you took the opportunity to flip her over.

Her golden hair lay sprawled around her head like a crown. "You're beautiful," You told her, Mor's cheeks tinting with blush. You smiled and leant down to press a kiss on each, before leaving a trail down her jaw and neck.

You kissed your way down her body, taking your time to lick and suck at her breasts. Mor's hands tangle in your hair as you draw closer to where she wants you. She spread her legs wider for you to settle between, guiding your head between them. You complied, whining under your breath as you took in her glistening cunt.

She was loud. And you loved it, loved knowing it was you drawing out each mewl of pleasure from the woman you devoured. Mor's hand had long found its way into your hair, tugging and scraping her nails against your scalp whenever your tongue discovered a sensitive area. She tasted better than any wine in all of Velaris, you could easily spend all day like this, head trapped between Morrigan's thighs.

Switching between long, languid strokes of your tongue along her core to sucking her bundle of nerves between your lips, Mor's back arched off the bed. She began grinding against your mouth, her moans catching at the back of her throat. Looking up, you found Mor already staring back, eyes glazed. Her blissed out expression was almost enough to make you reach that high for a second time. You moaned into her, the vibrations causing Mor's jaw to drop into a lazy smile before she released a long whine of your name.

She spurred you on with each call of your name, your tongue working her closer and closer to that sweet high. Mors thighs started quivering and you felt her tightening around your tongue as you thrust the wet muscle into her. "Don't stop, don't stop. Gods!"

Humming, you slid your hand up to lace your fingers with hers. She gripped tight, just as you moved to latch onto her clit, sucking and swirling your tongue around the bud, eliciting a cry from Mor as she came undone all over your face.

You licked her through it, helping her ride out the high before you soothed the aftershocks until they were mere twitches. The both of you were breathing heavily as you reluctantly crawled up from between her thighs. Mor kissed you, tasting herself on your tongue with a soft moan.

You pulled back to rest your forehead against hers, looking into Mor's eyes with deep affection. Feeling as though you were falling into her soul, you gasped, finally understanding what Rhys had said about a bond snapping into place.

Mor grinned when she realised, her hand lifting to stroke the side of your face. "Now, how about I go run us a bath so we can take round two there? What do say, mate?"

Mate. You were Mor's mate. And her yours. Now you really thought you were dreaming. You answered her with a kiss, "I'd love to."