#mor x f!reader

[tadpolesonalgae]

Sweet Girl[*]

Mommy!Mor x reader

a/n: thank you anon <3 for giving me an excuse to put into writing these sapphic vibesss 🥞

warnings: mommy kink, overstim, oral (reader recieving), smut, use of a strap, praise kink

word count: 814

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Your eyes roll as she pushes you through the seventh orgasm of the night, dripping arousal around her fingers, her skilful tongue lapping you up like honey.

“Mor!” You cry, stammering as you babble, thighs jerking as she sucks at your clit, set on pulling those pretty tears from your lovely eyes, getting your cheeks gleaming and wet, lashes heavy with dampness so they shine in the light. That sweet curve under your lower lip as you cry, trying desperately to squirm away from her. She keeps her hold tight as you writhe on her bed, a dark spot in the sheets beneath you, a puddle of cum and messily spread saliva mixed into the dark red fabric.

“Mor, please, I can’t…I can’t…”

She flickers her tongue against your clit and you squeal, trying to wriggle away, hips rocking in attempts to dislodge her hold, but she has you tight. You cry out as tears drip back into your hair, spine arching through the pleasure, bucking against her mouth as your body splits between chasing more and running for relief.

You scream when she curls her fingers, finding that spot she’d mercifully left alone since orgasm four, pressing against it and you think your vision goes white, babbling nonsensically as sweat gathers along your spine.

Mor leaves you wrecked and ruined on her bed, momentarily retracting her fingers from your sobbing pussy, her liquid gold laugh tinkling down your spine, fluttering in your lower belly. “What do you mean you can’t?” She coos, removing herself from your heat, liking how your chest is heaving, nipples still perky from when she’d been licking and sucking at those wonderfully tender places. “You’re such a good girl for me, and good girls take their pleasure, don’t they?”

“Y-yes—but mommy—!”

“No buts, sweetness. Just lay back and take everything you deserve, m’kay?”

You whimper, staring up at the ceiling as you pant deeply, spread out across her bed, pillows plump beneath your torso and head, hair curling and sticking to your temples, body flush and hot—perfect for Mor’s playful fingertips.

“Come on baby,” she coos, the nickname mocking and diminutive from her arousal glossed mouth. “Come to this end for me. Then we can have some good times together.”

You whine breathlessly, but manage to obediently drag yourself into position so your head is at the foot of the bed, and you’re facing her, and— “What do you think? Aren’t you pretty?”

You’d forgotten about the mirror, revealing your reflection as she steps aside, making her way around the bed to climb on top of you, where you’re laying on your stomach. You look utterly ruined.

“Sweets?” Mor calls, straddling the backs of your thighs, and you whimper when she spreads you apart. “Aren’t you pretty?”

“I’m…I’m pretty, mommy…” you mumble, not even aware of what you’re saying, just trying to follow orders to satiate her hunger. Again she laughs, and again sensitivity slithers down and between the vertebrae of your spine.

“That’s right,” Mor laughs, “you’re so pretty, aren’t you? Whether you’re on your knees, or your back, or even your front—my sweet, sweet girl.”

“Your…sweet girl,” you repeat mindlessly, still trembling from pleasure. Mor coos at your attempts, leaning over you so her palm cups your throat, pulling you up gently to look at her, golden locks of thick hair pooling on the sheets either side of you, cascading from her shoulders over your own.

“Now, keep still for me, pretty baby,” she instructs, her hips lowering so you can feel as the glass strap presses against your ass, the cool temperature stark against the hot flush of your skin, and you jolt with realisation.

“Mommy, no. No, I can’t, I can’t…!”

“Yes you can,” she hums, sliding her palm higher to cup your jaw, thumb running across your lower lip before slipping inside your mouth. “You’re going to feel so good again. You don’t want that?”

Tears spill as your toes curl, feeling as she presses the cold tip of the red glass to your hot entrance, sliding easily lower between your thighs, coating herself in your arousal before pushing in.

Your eyes roll, panting shallowly as she pushes the glass against your sensitive inner walls, cruelly rubbing up against that one spot she knows makes you cry, hot tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Come on, keep it together for me,” she murmurs, a smile in her voice as she settles lower to the bed, the soft weight of her breasts pressing fully against your back, allowing her to push deeper. “I’m going to make you feel so good, sweet girl,” she promises, nosing up the side of your throat before choosing a place to lick; nip at.

“My sweet girl knows how to behave, doesn’t she?”

You bite at the interior of your lip, flushing. “…yes, mommy…”

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[shadowdaddies]

Soooo, I have a request if you’re up for it - if not, no biggie! I just can’t get it out of my head. Would you ever write a Mor fic inspired by the song Red Wine Supernova? I love the song so much and think of Mor every time I listen!

hii my love! I am so sorry this took much longer than anticipated. I hope it is worth the wait❤️‍🔥

Red Wine Supernova

Mor x Reader smut

warnings: alcohol consumption (red wine obvi), sex

Tilting the glass to your lips, your gaze drifted across the packed dance hall, only to stop abruptly at the sight of a familiar head of blonde hair. Breathe caught in your chest at the curves that swayed underneath thin red fabric, the Morrigan’s body moving to the music with flawless rhythm.

“You couldn’t be more obvious,” your friend teased, her elbow nudging your side drawing you from the entrancement. Forcing yourself to pull your lower lip from between your teeth and look away from Mor, you relaxed slightly more in your seat as reality set in.

The flawless court overseer and one of the heads of the Night Court - not to mention the most beautiful female you had ever seen - was far out of your league, someone only meant for daydreams. And oh, how you dreamed of what it would be like to be with someone like her - someone so poised, well-travelled, strikingly beautiful. It was difficult at times to believe that she was real.

Until those golden eyes locked with yours. Your friends’ giggles echoed in your ears as though they were much farther away than they were, the blonde’s siren gaze luring you to the sea of bodies on the dance floor in a daze. 

“Hello, beautiful,” Mor purred, her voice like a caress that sent chills down your spine. Blushing under her gaze, you stumbled through your name, allowing her to take your hand. Effortlessly twirling your body to press your warmth against her own, Mor rolled against you to the music. 

Head leaning back against her shoulder, you closed your eyes and savored the feeling of soft lips against your neck. “Follow me,” Mor whispered against your tingling skin, hand sliding along your waist to find your hand. Fingers interlacing, you followed swaying hips past the bar and out the door.

Soft laughs and teasing touches straight from your dreams followed the two of you down Velaris streets, the moment drawing to an end only for Morrigan’s golden eyes to flick to yours with a wicked smirk as she pushed her key into the door. “Just in here,” she murmured, teeth drawn between her lower lip in pleasure at how you followed in a trance.

Her apartment was simple, bare of decoration except for the bottles of wine and curtains draped throughout the space, highlighting the obscenely large bed in the center of the room. Turning to face her, you arched a brow. “Don’t you think-“

You were cut off by a bottle of red wine pressed to your lips, the sweet liquid quenching a thirst you hadn’t recognized before now. “Shh,” Mor purred, her finger dragging across your lips as she took a swig of the bottle herself. “Don’t think so much.”

Pleasure buzzed through you, body preening at her raw attention that you’d craved for so long. “Mor,” you pleaded, eyelids heavy as your gaze raked shamelessly over her sinful form. “Let me touch you, please.”

A small whimper sounded from her throat, as though she’d tried to disguise the feeling when she smirked once more, pushing you flat onto the mattress. “Patience, beautiful,” she teased, eyes glinting in the soft light as softer hands slid up your thighs. 

Cold air against your pussy pulled a shiver from your body, pupils dark and entranced by the blonde waves that hovered above your core. Ruby red lips curved into a smile before opening slightly, pink tongue flicking out over your exposed clit. 

Gasping, your fingers clutched the silken sheets with desperation as you struggled to stay still, legs shaking and back bowing off the bed as Morrigan began her merciless assault on your pussy. Sucking your clit between her lips, tongue working wickedly against the sensitive bud, Mor grinned at your thrashing beneath her. 

Red lipstick marked a circle around your swollen clit, eliciting a territorial response from Mor, whose nails dug into the flesh of your thighs as she pinned them to the mattress. Her expert tongue worked your clit, dipping into the dripping slick from your cunt only to be replaced with her long, slender fingers. 

A scream escaped you as those fingers curled against your walls, your hands finding purchase in soft golden tresses while you lost yourself to the pleasure. “M-mor,” you began to moan, the plea turning to a scream as you crashed into your orgasm. You could feel her fingers, tongue, teeth, lips, working you through it until the wave subsided, leaving your chest heaving and eyes searching for hers.

Golden eyes were keenly watching your own as Morrigan’s tongue flicked out along her soaked fingers, cheeks hollowed from sucking off all your juices. Your hips writhed against nothing, an animalistic need overtaking any sense of rationale.

“Get up here, now,” you practically growled, pulling Mor up along your body until her sweet pussy rested over your face. The scent of rose and red wine invaded your senses, her bare cunt hovering over you, tormentingly just out of reach. “This is mine,” you mumbled, arms latching over her legs until the blonde’s hips pressed flat against your face.

The sweet yet sour taste of her collected on your tongue, spurring you on to lap, suck, tug at anything you could reach - anything that brought those beautiful pleas from her full lips. Hips bucked against your chin, the sticky slick encouraging you to pull her impossibly closer with one hand as the other dipped inside of her center. 

Adding a second finger, you curled against her walls in tandem with your tongue against her clit, satisfaction deeper than your orgasm filling you when Mor shuddered above you, screaming your name. After a long moment, her tanned body slid down your own until her face was even with yours. 

Her lips met yours, slow and soft with your combined tastes on your tongues. Gentle touches, soft lips found each other until you drifted to sleep, rest finding you at the thought of finally knowing the female you’d longed for for so long.

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Busy streets sounded below, the vendors of the rainbow starting their daily routine a clear sign you’d slept later than usual. Eyes daring to crack open, you stretched an arm across the large mattress in search of Mor, only to find empty sheets. 

Suddenly more awake, you jerked upright to survey the space, finding yourself alone. A note was placed on the pillow where Morrigan’s head had rested, and you willed yourself to pick it up with shaky hands:

I would like to know you better. Meet me here tonight at sunset.

[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…”

[shadowdaddies]

Queer request 💗 Femmes have my heart - make it as smutty/fluffy as you want 💅🏻

Female Reader is a regular at Rita’s and has been wanting to approach Mor for a while. Reader finally gets the courage and Mor had been feeling the same.

Would not oppose to Feyre catching them or something (don’t wanna out our Queen)

YES MOR LFG ❤️ this is pretty much just fluff, I'm happy to write smut with Mor but this is what came out of the keyboard today. I'm just feeling soft and I want to cuddle with her tbh

It Happened One Night

Mor x f!Reader

Warnings: canon typical homophobia, otherwise this is so sweet

It was a Friday night at Rita’s, and you scanned the crowd for the one face you could count on to be here tonight. You were determined to finally approach Morrigan, the stunning blonde who lit up every room she entered. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw her standing at the bar, but as you approached you noticed her there with another female. Freezing in your tracks, you realized, that wasn’t just any female. Mor was there with your High Lady. 

You panicked as you rushed back to your table, planning to give up for the evening when you looked over your shoulder to see Feyre staring at you with a curious look. She whispered something to Mor, who turned around to look at you. They knew. You’d never felt so embarrassed, and planned to sneak out and leave for the night when you saw Mor moving towards you.

She arrived at your table, tossing her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder as she flashed you a smile that made your knees weak. Leaning over the table towards you, Mor gave you a perfect view of her ample cleavage pouring out of her tight red dress. You weren’t sure you were still breathing when she introduced herself, offering to buy you a drink. 

The two of you sat and talked for awhile. You were surprised by how much you had in common, which complicated things in your mind. Your crush had developed into real feelings in just one evening. Surely Mor wouldn’t be into you that way. She was one of the leaders of the Night Court, and the most beautiful fae you’d ever seen. Your heart stumbled in your chest as you decided you should leave before you get hurt.

When Mor returned to the bar to chat with Feyre, you left, throwing the doors open as you rushed into the cold winter air to trek home. You didn’t make it far before you felt a warm presence and the sweetest voice ask, “where are you going?” You turned to see Mor holding herself, trying to stay warm. She held out a mug of mulled wine towards you. “I was bringing this to you and saw that you’d left. I’m sorry if I got the wrong impression from you, I was foolish to think there was something more-“ You cut her off with a kiss, drawing back in shock when you realized what you’d done. Did you misinterpret what Mor was saying? Females have been hanged in Prythian for less. 

Before you could pull away, Mor tugged you close, weaving her hands through your hair as she kissed you deeply, pulling away only when you were both gasping for air. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you in Rita’s two years ago,” she whispered. Your eyes watered as you felt accepted for the first time in your long life. A burden lifted as you realized not only did someone else understand you for who you were, but she cared about you in that way. 

Mor grabbed your hand, stroking her thumb across the back of it as she leaned her forehead against yours. “I would love to continue to get to know you, if you would let me.” You kissed her softly in reply, nodding as you led her back to your apartment where you stayed up talking until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Viviane x f!reader x Mor: Blue flower, Red Thorns[*]

A/N: no, I will not apologise for the reference. This is my fic and I will name it as a please :)

Summary: they think you need to relax a little, maybe a trip between Mor’s thighs will help.

Warnings: pussy-eating, face-sitting, a dildo?, suggested dubcon?, fff threesome.

-Part 1-

You shift uncomfortably on her bed, half seated on the mattress, the phallic shaped object pressing deeper with every slight move—every breath. It’s hard to keep your temperature even.

You tense as you hear the matching footsteps along the corridor, the soft ringing of a silver belled laugh coupled with a bubbly burst of energy. You want to strangle to female responsible for the latter. How in the realm had she managed to so thoroughly wedge herself into your life. Just when you had Viviane to yourself, of course Mor would decide she wants to join.

The door swings open and the two females step inside, door shutting behind them. “So good to see you, General!” Mor hurries forward, engulfing you in a hug, making you hiss at the sensitivity between your legs. She pulls back, a feigned look of concern decorating her plump lips, “is something the matter? You look uncomfortable.”

“This is exactly what I knew you would do,” Viviane chastises from the edge of the bed. “You know she won’t respond well to that, stop being so provocative.”

Your cheeks warm as she comes to your rescue, making Mor smirk, clasping your chin between her thumb and index finger. “Do you find me provocative, General?” She drawls, lips practically brushing over your own. “Repulsive to see you too, Morrigan,” you manage, refusing to take in the low cut of her dress, the sheer fabric at her waist, or the slit up her thigh. You don’t acknowledge her scent either, nor her large, caramel and whisky eyes, or her venetian red painted mouth.

She pouts, her plush lips caressing over yours, and you can feel every breath. “You’re always so mean to me. Viv, tell her to play nice.” The Lady of Winter looks at you once, takes in the undeniable flush of your cheeks, the heat radiating from your body, the tinge of arousal, and sides with Mor. She lays a cool, slim hand on your shoulder, soothingly. “Will you? For me?” Your brow narrows, glaring at the female reproachfully for asking you to work with Morrigan.

When you don’t immediately give under her will, she pushes Mor away, settling between your legs again. Her hands spread your thighs, sneaking beneath your royal blue skirt. She lays a kiss to the apex of your thighs, and when she looks up at you, lips a little flushed, and mumbles please? You fold.

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“Who knew all I had to do was to have Viv ask you, hm? So much easier than trying to get you into my bed on my own.” Mor drawls happily, finger threaded in your hair as she bucks her hips against your mouth, grinding contently. Your canines nip at her clit, already puffy from the attention your tongue has given her. “Uh, uh, uh, dove. None of that. You promised your Lady you wouldn’t be mean to me.” In retaliation, she buries your face further between her thighs, enjoying the pleasure of your tongue, the distinct hot, wetness.

You growl softly, but she moans in pleasure, slumping deeper into the pillow, sliding down further onto your tongue. “That’s it,” Mor hums, sweetly, “just like that. Perfect. So perfect.” Beneath you, Viviane’s tongue flicks over your clit as she hears the praise coming from the female’s mouth, rewarding you. To your immense irritation, it had been Mor’s idea. Every time you’re mean to her, Viviane will dole out your punishment, whether that is momentarily removing the toy from your sopping hole, or biting at the inside of your thighs, she follows Mor’s instructions. But, every time you earn your praise from the vivacious female, her tongue laps over you deliciously, the frosted tips of her fingers dancing over your skin.

“See? Don’t you agree all we needed was a little girl-on-girl make-up session. We’ll be joined at the hip before you know it,” she laughs, and you know she’s saying it just to piss you off, to get a rise out of you so she can have Viviane set her teeth on you. When you don’t fall for her little trap, she smirks, then hisses. “General! What did we say about those nasty little canines of yours?” In response, the Lady of Winter nips at your clit, making you jolt.

Your eyes widen, about to pull away to unleash your anger, but her thighs wrap over your head, locking you in place between her legs. You manage a muffled snarl, which earns you another nip. You mewl, hips trying to pull away from your Lady’s mislead mouth, but she grips your hips firmly. The next second, the phallic object is removed from your hole, making you whine. Viviane lays a soft kiss to your entrance in apology.

You glare up at Mor, who’s grinning down at you smugly. She’s enjoying this. It makes you angry enough that you reach back to grab the toy from your Lady, coating it in magic and frost before you push it inside of Mor, her pretty, wet pussy clenching around it. Her lips part in a gasp, thigh spreading further as she wants it deeper. You oblige, pushing it further until it’s concealed, reattaching your mouth over her.

“General,” Viviane chastises, “be nice.”

“I am being nice,” you snap, eyes locking on Mor’s. “Aren’t I, Morrigan? Aren’t I treating your pussy so well?” Your lips reseal over her clit, whatever retort she was about to shoot back at you swallowed, a moan hitching from her throat instead. “That’s it,” you drawl, thumbing at her clit, “so perfect for me, aren’t you?” Mor’s lips part, fingers clawing at your hair as she guides you desperately back to her cunt. You follow greedily, lapping up the slick that’s dripping from her hole, licking from her centre to her clit, making her release soft, high-pitched moans of your title. You like the sound of her pleads.

You can feel that coil tightening over Viviane’s skilled tongue, and recognise the same symptoms in Mor, the way her thighs squeeze you deliciously, the grip of her nails, the pitch of her moans. The feeling of her fluttering wildly around your tongue triggers your own release, pleasure sweeping in as moans spill from the two of you. Quiet pants fill the air as you pull away from her, rolling off your Lady’s mouth.

Small huffs of breath fill the quiet of the room as you bathe in the aftermath, the soothing washes of heat that lap between your legs. It’s only when Viviane shifts on the bed that either you or Mor manage to peer up.

The Lady of Winter has her thighs parted, slim fingers hooked in the material of her dress as she elegantly lifts it overtop her head, leaving her bare for her two dearest friends to devour. “If you’re not too tired—…” She begins, only getting through the start of her sentence before the two of you are launching yourselves at her, spreading her thighs as you dive between them, desperate to prove to be the better lover.

Above you, Viviane laughs, moaning as two sets of mouths ravish her, one of you taking her clit, the other her soaked entrance, both laying nips and sucking bruises into the cream of her thighs possessively. She should have done this years ago, instead of trying tirelessly to get the two of your to grow closer naturally. Maybe you and Mor would always be vying for her attention, desperate to one up the other, but when the result was so pleasurable, it was hard to see the down side.

She lay back on the mattress, allowing the two of you to bring her to that high, tongues lapping, teeth nipping, nails biting.

Absolute, heaven.

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