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.
A/N: This is a snippet from my fic: How to Disappear. OC is the youngest Archeron sister. This takes place during ACOWAR(before the war)
CW: Just pure fluff. If you're planning on reading the fic, this will spoil what power she got from the Cauldron, but if you don't care, read on.
Word Count: 732
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Morrigan's attention finally shifted to me. Her brown eyes dragged up and down my body before she stepped towards me, a hand outstretched.
"Come with me," she said.
I hesitated for just a split second before taking her hand. In a second, we had winnowed away.
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When we emerged, I felt as though I'd stepped into a new world.
A clear, gorgeous pond stretched out in front of us. The pond in the estate had been murky, but in this one, I could see clear to the bottom. There was no fish that I could see, but petals from the tree above rested on the water.
The tree next to the pond was large with twisting branches. There was beautiful pink petals that reminded me of cherry blossoms.
The pond itself was surrounded by wild flowers and pretty bushes. It felt isolated, as if no one would ever find us here. There was trees all around us, closing us in.
"What is this place?" I breathed, glancing around as I stepped forward to explore.
"My favorite secret getaway," Mor shrugged, strolling behind me. "No one can find me here. It's just mine."
A place for myself was something I had always craved. I'd been so lonely for most of my life, but I was never able to escape to truly be alone.
"Can I get in the water?" I asked, my eyes lighting up as I stared at my reflection in the clear water.
"Of course," she smiled. "It's shallow."
I slid out of my shoes but kept my dress on as I waded into the pond. The water was cold, in a refreshing way.
A thrum of energy seemed to bring me to life the farther I emerged myself. I tilted my head back, dipping my hair into the water. I felt more awake here.
Mor took her own shoes off before stepping into the water. I grinned at her as she approached, squealing at the chill.
My lavender dressed billowed around me in the water, and I giggled, moving my hips to make the fabric ripple. Mor only chuckled when she got to me, both of us waist deep in the pond.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, gazing at her. She sighed, pursing her lips as she thought the question over.
"I can imagine that everything with your sister is . . . weighing on you," she said. "And I thought maybe you would want to get away from all of that."
"I would," I realized. "Thank you . . . for this, and for last night."
"I know how it feels to be different," she explained. "And I just wanted you to know you're not alone."
"That means a lot to me," I said quietly, glancing at the ground. "Nobody . . . Nobody ever really thinks about me like that--about how I feel."
She stepped forward and tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear. I nearly burned at the feeling of her skin brushing against mine. I knew I was blushing deep red as I lifted my gaze to meet her eyes.
She took one more step, her glance falling to my lips. I looked down to her full, red lips as well, a way to tell her what I wanted.
Her hand intertwined with my hair, and she drew my face forward, until our lips met.
I nearly gasped, but I managed to stop myself. Instead, I placed my hand on her shoulder and deepened the kiss. She hummed against my lips, her other hand on my waist.
Her tongue brushed against my bottom lip, as if asking for access. I opened my mouth in response.
She pushed my face closer to hers, her tongue almost massaging my own. I didn't care that she was likely getting red lipstick all over my face. I only cared about her.
I gasped at a cold sensation making its way up my body. Mor must've felt it, too, because she pulled away.
I glanced down, only to see tendrils of water surrounding and whirling around us, holding us close together. I couldn't even fight against it as the strands of water pressed our bodies closer.
"Is that you?" I asked her, eyes wide.
"No," she whispered, studying me with a furrowed brow. "I think we've discovered what you got from the Cauldron."
AN: Snippet from How to Disappear. OC is the youngest Archeron sister. Important detail to know if you haven't read it is that she was mute until she was thrown into the Cauldron, and Mor helped her learn to speak.
Summary: This takes place right after they get back from Hewn City in ACOWAR and Elain has that little seer moment. Two chapters before, Samara came out to Mor, but Mor hasn't come out to Samara.
Word Count: 809
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I watched as Mor stepped out the front door. I frowned, turning my attention back to my sisters. They were silent.
"Is Elain alright?" I dared to ask.
The two didn't respond--only glanced at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation that I was excluded from.
"May I go see her?" I went on when they didn't answer.
"No, give her space," Nesta said to me. "I will check on her in a moment."
"Sammy, why don't you give Nesta and I a moment?" Feyre said gently. That gentle tone I hated so much; as if I couldn't handle being spoken to like an adult.
I scoffed, irritated that I couldn't be a part of their conversation. I pushed passed them and stormed out the front door, glancing around for Mor. I squinted, my eyes adjusting to the dark. But I could see the moon reflecting off of her blonde hair.
Luckily, it seemed she hadn't gone far. She was slowly stepping down the sidewalk. I furrowed my brows, trying to run to catch up to her. She had told me that running would be second nature, but I still found it difficult.
I called her name, and she halted, turning around to face me. Tears continued to stream down her face.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, her tone sharp. I blinked at the sharpness.
"I wanted to make sure you're okay," I explained, finally reaching her side.
"Shouldn't you check on your sister?" she asked with a sigh.
"I wanted to, but Nesta wouldn't allow it," I shrugged, falling into step beside her.
Mor scoffed, shaking her head. I frowned, glancing at her to find out what exactly she was scoffing at.
"What?" I demanded.
"Why do you let her make all of your decisions for you?" she asked me.
"I went to Hewn City without her permission," I reminded her.
"Is that the only time you've disobeyed her?" Mor wondered, raising a brow. I frowned again, thinking it over.
"I don't know," I admitted with a shrug. "She's my eldest sister. She's the only autho-rity I've ever had."
"Authority," Mor corrected, saying it differently than I had. "You said it wrong. It seems I'm not as good of a teacher as I thought I was."
"Hush," I rolled my eyes, shoving her shoulder. She chuckled, a bit of light coming back to her pretty face. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"There's a bar further in the city," she explained to me.
"You were going out drinking alone?" I teased her. She smiled, but shook her head.
"This bar is different," she said. "Everyone goes, but it's mostly for . . . people like us."
"People like us?" I repeated, glancing at her with confusion in my eyes.
But then, I remembered what she had said to me. 'It's hard,' she had said. 'Keeping such a huge part of yourself from the people you love.'
"People like us," she confirmed with a nod.
"Oh," I said, brows raising. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Nobody knows," she confessed. "Not even my family."
"Oh," I repeated, this time in an understanding tone.
I wasn't ready to tell Feyre or Elain. Elain because I wasn't sure if she would be utterly scandalized, and Feyre because I was scared she would see me differently. If Nesta hadn't figured it out herself, I wasn't sure I would've told her, either. I knew my sisters wouldn't shun me or be ashamed of me for it--not like my mother would've been. But I just wasn't ready to confide in them, yet.
As we walked on, I carefully slipped my hand in hers. Instead of batting it away like I expected her to, she took it, intertwining our fingers.
Neither of us spoke for the rest of the walk, but having her hand in mine was a reassuring feeling that made me smile a bit.
We got to the bar--Rita's--about ten minutes later. It didn't seem too crowded; Mor said that it really only got bad on the weekends.
She grinned, the life coming back to her eyes as she stepped inside. I saw it then, why she was so scared of her father coming into the city. He would take away the little things that gave her happiness. She wouldn't even be able to walk to the bar without fear of seeing him.
"Morrigan!" a female's voice chimed.
Mor practically squealed, letting go of my hand to hug the female. This female had curly, red hair and a darker complexion. Her eyes were deep green, and she was wearing a blue dress.
"Rita, this is Samara," Mor introduced me.
Rita--who I assumed was the owner--smiled at me. I went to shake her hand, but instead, she stepped forward, embracing me. I froze for a second, shocked by the affection, but carefully returned the hug.
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.
