#mor oneshot

[ddejavvu]

mor but she tackles unsuspecting you with tickles while ur cuddling on the couch (ft a grumpy Amren)

come join my acotar party!

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You know what's coming the second Mor's hand snakes beneath your belly on the couch, but you're not fast enough to lift yourself up in time to avoid the curling of her fingers.

"No- Morrigan, stop!" You shriek, but it's no use, and her other arm wraps around you before you can flee.

Amren's sharp eyes dart to where you're writhing on the couch, Mor having slipped her lithe body over your own and pinned you face-first into the plush cushions. She's straddling your ass, and she has unmitigated access to your sensitive middle.

"Fight me off," She insists, and you can hear the wicked grin on her features, "Come on, you can do it, pin me down and have your way with me!"

"You two are loathsome," Amren decides, her teeth glinting in the firelight, fangs glistening with bloodlust, "Do you realize you're around other people?"

"Keep going." Cassian grins, nudging your foot with his own where he sits in a chair turned towards the couch, "Az, bet me 5 gold marks."

"Y/N wins." Azriel decides, his eyes tracing your prone figure trapped beneath Mor's, "We've been working on her takedowns."

"I'm already down," You seethe, unable to find leverage as Mor's fingers poke and prod mercilessly at your gut. Laughing undermines your ferocity but it's impossible to resist, and you find yourself gasping for air as she buries her face into your neck to ghost her lips over the ticklish skin there, too.

"Get up," Azriel suggests dryly, and you feel one of his shadows tugging insistently at your leg, eager to help grant you some strength. You let it wriggle beneath your body and prod you upwards, and as soon as you can you flip beneath Mor. It puts your chest against hers, and you force her backwards before she knows what hit her, her head just barely missing the arm of the couch as you press it into the cushion your feet had been pinned against mere seconds ago.

"Aah!" She squeals, laughter pouring from her chest like she'd been the one pinned and tortured, "How did you-?"

"He cheated." Amren supplies dryly, pointing a clawed finger at the shadow that assisted you.

"That's no fair," Cassian groans, spying the sneaky shadow that slinks back to its master, "I'm not paying you."

"A deal's a deal," Azriel smirks, and you take immense pleasure in lifting the hem of Mor's shirt to expose her soft belly, her hands pinned by two more helpful shadows so that she can't swat you away.

"Double the bet," You insist, eyes never leaving Mor's own joyful ones even as you speak to Cassian, "Ten marks she begs for mercy before a minute's up."

"I won't!" She insists, but a single brush of the pad of your thumb over her stomach makes her muscles clench, and a wary giggle spills from her mouth.

"Twenty." Azriel challenges, his eyes narrowed at Cassian, "And thirty seconds."

"You're on." Cassian decides, and you wonder how many fool's bets he's made with the Shadowsinger.

Shadows relentlessly brush against the undersides of her feet, but even Cassian is too warmed by the sight of her eyes crinkled with joy to call Azriel out on his foul play. You delight in raking your fingernails up and down her middle, and when she finally pleads for her life you dip down to press your lips to hers in a victorious kiss.

"Don't start a fight you can't win," You advise her, and your eyes flick up towards Cassian, though your breath still hits Mor's cheeks, "And don't make bets with Azriel."

[tadpolesonalgae]

Mor x Fem! reader drabble: Home

A/N: In light of pride month, here’s a short Mor x fem! reader Drabble because I adore her <3

Synopsis: Reader and Mor have a cabin in the woods that they share. Reader is tired and both of you go to bed pretty quickly, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Warnings: fluff

The sun had set hours ago, your arms and shoulders aching as you winnowed to your cabin, praying to the Mother that Mor would already be there. Warm lights spilled from the yellow tinged windows, dappling the surrounding shrubbery in freckles of comforting candlelight.

You opened the door, too tired to winnow the last few metres, being met with a clean entrance hall with Mor’s dark red cloak thrown over the chest used to keep your shoes in. You rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, as you hung it up for her, placing your own on the next hook over. When you entered the cozy living room, your eyes went to the dozing figure that was sprawled across the yellow ochre sofa. A fuzzy feeling entered your chest as warmth lifted your cheeks.

Silently making your way across to her, you brushed a golden ringlet from her face, kissing her lightly on the forehead as your fingers grazed her cheek. Her eyes peaked open, hand tangling in yours as she lifted her head, capturing your own lips with hers as she looked at you with lidded eyes. The candlelight bounced off her hair, accenting the rose dusting her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, goldie,” you murmured against her lips, making her pout at the loving nickname. “I wasn’t asleep,” she protested quietly, looking up at you with those round eyes of hers. “Whatever you say,” you brushed your nose against hers as you dipped your arms beneath her, pulling her gently to your chest, her head resting on your shoulder as she looked up at you sleepily. You moved with her smoothly, blowing out the various candles as you carried her to your shared bedroom.

Quietly, you pushed the door open with your foot, walking in and sitting her down on the bed. “How was your day?” You murmured, moving to what was supposed to be your side of the bed, removing your clothes and folding them into a neat pile. Mor removed hers elegantly but chucked them onto the floor, immediately lying down and rolling onto your side. “Move over,” you whispered, pinching her rosy cheek. She whined in protest but gave way enough space for you to lay down beside her.

“Was fairly peaceful,” she mumbled, “Elain made a lavender cheesecake. She let me have a slice.” Her arms tangled around your waist as your arm dipped beneath her head, allowing it to rest in the crook of your shoulder, pulling the blankets back over you. “Sounds like you had a delightful day,” you mumbled against her hair. She hummed in reply.

“Yours?” She slurred in her sleep-talk. You chuckled, “apparently not as good as your own. I was practicing some tricks with my magic and collecting some supplies since we’re running low,” you murmured, hearing her breathing even out. “Good night, sugarplum,” you teased quietly.

She bit your shoulder delicately making both of you giggle. “Night, pumpkin,” she teased back, nosing against the skin she had bitten before collapsing into a peaceful rest, you following soon after.