Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Event Masterlist
Summary: You've been sent to the Continent to negotiate trade deals for the Night Court, with Nesta and Mor as your companions. You struggle to find lodgings for the night, and when you do, it's a room with one bed, just large enough to fit the three of you on.
Warnings: smut, slight bickering between Nesta and Mor
Words: ~3.8k
Author's Note: ohhh boy I did not really except this to get smutty (idk WHAT I was thinking, it's ONE BED??) but here we are. I cut it off cause it was getting too long and I wanted to get it out on time lol. I hope you like it! I loooove this pairing so muuuch it's perfect, I love my girls 🥹 read it on AO3!
18+ only pls
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You were exhausted, and had long since grown silent, while your companions had become louder and more irate, sniping at each other whenever the opportunity presented itself.
The day had started out pleasant enough, with Mor winnowing you and Nesta to the Continent. Rhys had sent the three of you to smooth out the kinks in a few trade deals that had popped up, and you had landed in the largest port city on the western coast, Torva, around eleven. Since arriving, you had spent twelve hours in meeting after meeting, barely having a chance to scarf down a small dinner.
And now?
Now you had been wandering around the city for an hour, stopping at every inn to find rooms for the night. Nesta had stopped going inside after the fifth one, instead waiting outside for the news, a curse leaving her lips with each time you and Mor returned, empty handed.
“Maybe we’ll sleep in the streets,” Nesta groaned as the three of you began walking, the next inn looking to be a few buildings down. “Just what was Rhysand thinking, not preparing lodgings for us?”
Mor rolled her eyes before replying, “He was thinking that we would be done before dinner time, the stupid twat.”
“Twat is right,” Nesta grumbled as Mor pulled open the door of the last inn on this street, and you gave Nesta a tight smile before following her inside, hoping with all your heart that this would be the inn to have something available for the three of you.
You didn’t know how much more of their bickering you could take.
“Hello, how can I help you?” The fae at the counter asked as you and Mor approached, Mor’s elbows landing on the counter as she sighed loudly.
“We’re hoping that you have three rooms available? Though at this point, we’d take anything that you have,” Mor said, doing a good job of keeping her exhaustion and irritation out of her voice.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have three rooms, but we do have one room with a large bed,” the female said hesitantly, her nervous eyes flicking between the two of you. “Will that be alright?”
You bit your lip and exchanged a look with Mor. “I’ll go talk to Nesta,” you said reluctantly when Mor showed no signs of moving. The door swung open with a slight creak and you rejoined Nesta, her eyes trained on the night sky above you. “So…” you started. “They only have one room available, and its only got one bed. Will that be… okay?”
Nesta inhaled sharply before training her silver eyes on you. “I suppose… It will be better than sleeping outside, at the least.”
You nodded in agreement before opening the door once more, Nesta following closely behind you this time, and you both rejoined Mor at the counter, who had been engaging in polite small talk with the other fae.
“We’ll take the room,” Nesta said with authority, the clerk nodding a moment later before handing over a key, taking the small pouch of coins that Mor handed her in exchange.
“Very well, if you ladies would follow me,” she said, stepping out from behind the counter and leading the three of you up the stairs, down a hallway, took a right, and three door down she stopped before a door, stepping aside to allow Nesta to open the door. “We serve breakfast from six to noon, if you’d like something brought up to the room, there is a menu along with a note pad that will send your order to the kitchens. If you need anything at all, I’ll be downstairs through the night,” she said warmly before stepping around the three of you and heading back the way you’d come.
Nesta entered the room first, loosing a sigh at the room. “That bed will not fit the three of us.”
Mor laughed bitterly. “Yes it will, Nesta. You just won’t be able to sleep without touching us.”
She glared at Mor, crossing her arms over her chest. “No, the bed is not big enough for three people to sleep comfortably.”
Her words made Mor scoff. “Comfortably, you say, meaning without touching either of us,” Mor hissed, opening her mouth to continue the budding argument.
“Okay, I’m going to go take a quick bath,” you said, hoping to interrupt them before they really got going. Or at least escape the worst of it while you got cleaned up from the long day. “Mor, you said that could you could give me a change of clothes?”
“Uhm, yeah I’ll bring them in to you in a few minutes,” Mor said, glancing at you as you walked towards the washroom before turning her attention back to Nesta. “You just don’t want to share a bed with other women, do you? Or do you think I’m going to-”
You shut the door to the bathroom just before she finished the sentence, but you could hear Nesta’s enraged response at whatever it was that Mor had accused her of thinking. A sigh left your lips as you slipped out of your clothes, your dress, socks, and underthings falling in a pile over your shoes before you stepped out of it.
The tub filled up quickly with hot water, steam rolling off of it thanks to whatever magic the inn was equipped with. You sank into it eagerly, breathing deeply as you relaxed into the water, the heat melting away your tension.
Until you heard Nesta and Mor’s voices, still arguing back in the bedroom.
You rolled your eyes to the ceiling before closing them and taking a deep breath, sinking your head below the surface.
Under the water was peaceful, calm. All you could hear was your heartbeat and the sound of water bubbling in your ears.
A welcome change.
But eventually you needed to breath, and you moved above the surface, the sound of arguing still greeting you. You sighed as your annoyance with the pair of them grew.
Couldn’t they put it to rest, at least until morning?
You scrubbed yourself quickly, wanting to get out of the tub so you could make them cease whatever petty argument they were currently wrapped in. Within five minutes you were up and wrapped in a towel, your wet hair dripping down your back as you opened the bathroom door.
“Hey,” you said loudly, grabbing the attention of both Nesta and Mor, stopping Mor mid-sentence. “Can the two of you calm down? And Mor, do you have something I can wear?” you asked shortly, fed up with their childish behavior. Nesta, you could excuse, being so young compared to you and Mor. But Mor? Mor was older than you, she should not be behaving like a cranky ten year old.
Color rose to Mor’s cheeks as she stared at you. “Oh, uh… Here,” she said, handing you a night gown made of a dark purple silk.
“Thank you. I’ll be out in a moment, and one of you can bathe.” You shut the door behind you without waiting for a response. Your hair was wrapped in the towel before you pulled the nightgown over your head, the soft silk pleasantly running down your skin, ending just below your hip.
“Mor?!” you asked as you left the bathroom, your brows pulled together. “What is this? You call this a nightgown?!”
Mor smirked at you from her spot in a chair, Nesta standing against the opposite wall. “You needed something to wear, and I provided it,” she explained with a shrug, but the sparkle in her eye told you she might have another possible motive.
You narrowed your eyes at her. A nightgown did not mean lingerie!
“Well, I’m going to go take a bath,” Nesta said, taking your expression as a cue to leave.
“Mor!” you hissed as you approached her, pushing her shoulder back against the chair. “If you want to keep playing this low-key, maybe you shouldn’t be dressing me in nothing!”
Mor merely pulled you into her lap, your thighs spread over her lap - a usual, tempting position for the two of you. But Nesta was in the next room, for an undetermined amount of time -
Mor’s lips on your neck drew a low moan from your throat as you melted into her. “Mor,” you whined softly in her ear, sighing when her hands rubbed your back soothingly.
“You look so pretty in this one, doll,” Mor said against the skin of your neck before pulling you back, eyes greedily drinking you in. “I love this especially,” she said with a smile as she ran her fingers over your breasts, the delicate lace that made up the cups of dress just barely covering your nipples. “And this.” Her hands squeezed your bare ass, two fingers drifting lower to dip into your cunt, just barely. “So wet for me already, love,”Mor hummed in satisfaction.
You sighed against her neck, burying your face in her hair. “Was this your plan? Get me to the Continent and tease me to death?”
Mor chuckled beneath you, pushing her fingers in deeper, setting a slow pace. “Not really, I thought that we would be done with negotiations before dinner, if I’m being honest,” she said as you whimpered into her hair, clenching around her fingers as you thought of how easily you could be caught. “My plan was to make you wear this pretty pretty dress and ride my face until you’re begging for me to stop because you’ve cum too many times,” Mor whispered into your ear lowly, chuckling when you shuddered against her at her words. “But I suppose… Since we’re sharing a bed with Nesta,” she growled, pulling you away from her neck by your hair when you clenched at the sound of her name. “Oh? Does my pretty girl want to share a bed with Nesta too? Hmm?”
She pushed a third finger into you when you didn’t answer, a loud whimper tearing from your lips. “Fuck, yes, okay, yes!” you admitted into the air between you, relieved when Mor pulled you back against her, your hips grinding down on her hand.
“Good, because I think this could be a fun way to get Nesta to admit that she’s wanted to fuck both of us for at least a year,” Mor said with a bright smile before taking her fingers out of you, holding them in front of your mouth. “Open, pretty girl, and you just might get your wish today.” You bit your lip before opening wide, letting Mor push her fingers into your mouth, your tongue licking them clean of your slick as a blush covered your cheeks. “Good girl,” Mor praised, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before gently getting you to stand again.
Your ears picked up the sound of sloshing water, a sign that Nesta was likely climbing out of the bath, and only a minute or two away from leaving the washroom. Good thing Mor was paying more attention.
“Now, no finishing yourself before I get out of the bath, okay? That goes for letting Nesta make you cum, doll,” Mor whispered to you as she led you over to the bed, drawing back the covers. “But you can make her cum plenty, if she’s willing.”
You nodded, eager to abide by her rules - she always rewarded you so nicely when you did. You slid beneath the sheets, certain that your scent would still be plenty noticeable by the time Nesta came out of the bathroom.
Which was right when Mor had stepped away after pulling the covers over you, wrapped in a towel just as you had been.
“Mor do you…?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Mor pulled another nightgown from thin air, this one made of a silver silk. “Here,” she said as she handed it to Nesta, purposefully brushing her hand softly against hers before releasing the dress.
Nesta merely nodded her head before shutting the door, returning less than a minute later clad in a nightgown that hugged her curves, but was thankfully less revealing than yours. Mor slipped into the bathroom giving you a smile and a wink before shutting the door, leaving you alone in a room with Nesta.
And very aroused.
In practically nothing.
A Nesta was slipping under the covers right next to you!
You laid very, very still against the mattress, refusing to move an inch. She would need to make some kind of move.
“So… You and Mor?”
Your head turned quickly to the left, meeting Nesta’s gorgeous silvery blue eyes. “Uh… Yeah, sorry,” you said sheepishly, your cheeks reddening further.
“No, no, don’t be. I’m just…” Nesta paused.
“You’re just…?”
“Just… Wondering if there’s room to play? With me, specifically,” Nesta said breathlessly. “Mor happened to be talking-”
“What?” you asked, sitting up and letting the covers fall from your chest.
“Just about how much she’s wanted to fuck me since we met,” Nesta explained, one of her hands finding yours. “So when I came back out and the room is absolutely soaked in your scent, which is delicious by the way, I assumed that Mor might have had an ulterior motive for telling me tonight.”
You bit your lip, less nervous now that she’d displayed obvious interest. “Maybe… But I had no idea that this was at all in the cards. Not that I’m complaining,” you said with a flirty smile on your lips as you gripped her hand back. “So… Can I kiss you?”
Nesta smirked at you, and tugged you towards her by your hand. You complied, slotting yourself over her as you had with Mor, your hands reaching to hold the back of her head, her golden blonde hair so soft. Only a moment’s hesitation before you were pressing your lips gently to hers, indulging in the softness of her plush lips.
You attempted to pull back, only for Nesta to tug you in closer, one hand gripping your hair and the other on your lower back. Your mouths moved in tandem, one of your own hands travelling down from her hair to her chest, running over the neckline of the nightgown Mor had lent her.
Nesta broke away gasping when your fingers slipped below, brushing against one of her nipples lightly. You smirked at her as you moved your hand to the right strap, flicking it off of her shoulder before repeating it on the left side, enjoy the uneven breaths Nesta was taking, the way her skin was rising into your touch. A nod from Nesta when you made eye contact, your hands poised to pull the fabric down, let you do so, your eyes glued to the perfect, milky white skin of her breasts and puffy pink nipples.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” you breathed before lowering your mouth to the right one, laving your tongue over her nipple, soaking in the quiet gasp Nesta let out for you. A hand was still knotted in your hair, but her other had travelled from your back to your shoulder when you’d slid down her. And now, she moved it around your shoulder and down your own chest, slipping under the lacy detailing to pinch one of your nipples, a soft moan leaving your mouth, muffled by her skin.
Her hand tightened in your hair, the sting light enough to be pleasant, and you flicked your eyes up to look at Nesta’s face. Silver eyes met yours, closing when you lightly grazed your teeth over her nipple. You pressed wet kisses to the skin of her chest, moving over to her left side to pay love to an equally perfect breast, suckling a dark mark onto the underside of it, loving the soft hiss Nesta let out at the mild pain, soothed away by your tongue a moment later.
“I think this,” you tugged on the silver silk, “Needs to come off.” Nesta grinned at you, releasing your hair and letting you lift the fabric over her head, tossing it off to the side. You scooted down the bed a bit before pulling Nesta down by her hips so her head was resting comfortably on a pillow.
“You’re treating me like such a-” Nesta gasped when your lips connected with her skin again, this time kissing a slow path down her neck, down her chest. “Such a princess, I’m not used to it.”
You paused your movements, looking up at her. “Not used to it? What horrible, awful people have you been sleeping with that they don’t treat you, Nesta Archeron, Lady Death, a goddess in the flesh, like a princess?” You asked softly, saddened that Nesta hadn’t been treated well by her past lovers.
Well, from now on, you would make sure she was treated like a princess, every damn day of her life. You were mostly sure that Mor would be okay with it, given how she set all of this up.
Nesta’s cheeks were red, and she turned her eyes away from yours. “Hey,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to each cheek. “You are amazing, Nesta, and I’m just sad that you haven’t been treated the way that you deserve. Will you let me show you?” you asked her once she was willing to meet your eyes again. “Just a nod or a shake, that’s all I need. I’m fine either way, and Mor will be too, love.”
Nesta bit her lip, her eyes drifting to your lips, dipping lower to see how the fabric of your nightgown had fallen from your chest slightly, letting her see down your front. A tiny nod of her head, and you resumed placing soft, soft kisses down her chest, paying extra attention to both breasts before moving lower. You kissed down the smooth skin of her abdomen, past her bellybutton, making eye contact before moving lower.
Nes placed her hand in your hair, gently pushing you lower, a smile on your lips as you kissed lower once more, over the soft hair at the apex of her thighs before pulling back. You parted her legs gently and settled yourself between them, loving the sharp inhale Nesta took when your breath puffed over her core for the first time.
Your eyes locked onto hers when you pressed the first kiss to her pretty, gleaming pussy, noting the way they shut for a moment before fluttering back open, meeting yours once more. And when you licked a slow stripe up her, you loved the way they squeezed shut, only opening when you pulled away for a moment to move loop both of your arms under her legs, hands curled to rest where her legs and hips meet.
They shut as soon as your tongue flicked over her clit, and you smiled before repeating the action, loving the tiny wiggle Nesta’s hips did in response. You set to feasting on her, dipping your tongue inside of her shutting your eyes at just how soaked she was, proud of your handiwork.
You didn’t move your mouth from her core, even when you heard the bedroom door open and felt Nesta wiggle in your hold. The bed dipped behind you and your hips were lifted up slightly, and you jolted when Mor’s tongue ran over your cunt without a warning.
Mor chuckled when she pulled away. “I thought I could still get my wish to have you sit on my face, doll, unless you don’t think you can multitask?” she asked skeptically, her breath puffing against your core.
You pulled your mouth from Nesta, locking eyes with her, a smile on your face. “I can do both,” you said breathily, not wasting another second before diving back down, sucking on Nesta’s clit gently this time.
“Fuck,” Nesta moaned, her hips grinding into your mouth for a moment. “She can do both, Mor.”
No time was wasted as Mor pulled your hips down onto her face, a moan leaving you, muffled by Nesta’s skin.
You felt like you had died and gone to heaven, with how amazing the night had turned out, Nesta’s cunt on your tongue, and Mor’s tongue on your cunt.
And you could certainly get used to it.
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Six times people lusted after Nesta Archeron, and one time someone loved her.
Day 2: Longing - MORSTA
On a steamy night at Rita's, Mor meets her match when Nesta Archeron comes to play
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Nesta Archeron is far too beautiful to be such a cunt.
Though, Mor supposes, neither is truly a prerequisite for the other. Plenty of beautiful females can scratch and claw with the best, and she herself is no exception.
Rita’s is in full swing this late into the night, the lights low, the drums pounding deeper and slower so the bodies press together. She recognizes the tune from Day, which is ironic considering she’ll only entertain these thoughts at night.
The thoughts that venture beneath Nesta Archeron’s clothes, to the secret valley between her—
Eugh. Revolting.
Because it's damn unfair, really, that Nesta’s hair should be allowed to shine like that. That such radiance should crown a soul so black and rotten, even as her breasts bounce beneath her gown with blessed promise.
I went with Mornesta - Secret, but the choice was definitely not easy. Written for @sjmsapphic Day One: arrangement | scent | mutual pining
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Velaris’ cast-offs all come to drink at the Howling Wolf.
Nesta fits right in. She’s been here four hours, maybe five. It’s been long enough that the card dealer has stopped trying to cheat her, and long enough that the wine has gone from burning to warm to simply present, a low hum in her blood. She leaves with more coin than she arrived with, the night air hitting her like a hand to the face.
She’s three streets from her apartment when she notices footsteps. A regular click-clack that sounds too close, synced just slightly too well to her own. They stop when she slows, pausing when she pauses to look up at the sky, something she tests several times, counting to five and then to seven.
The footsteps stop, then continue their slow chase.
Interesting.
Nesta walks the rest of the way with her chin up and her hands loose at her sides, a rage uncoiling in her stomach. Because she knows who this is.
*****
Nesta fumbles with the lock on purpose. She rattles the key, mutters, drops it, and crouches to retrieve it with the slightly exaggerated clumsiness of a woman who has had too much to drink and can’t manage her own door. She feels the presence coming closer, waiting for her to rise.
She waits until they’re close enough and spins.
Mor hits the wall, a low oof whooshing out of her as Nesta's forearm comes down across her throat. Nesta bares her teeth, her face inches from Mor’s. Mor’s golden hair flows down in thick waves, her dark brown eyes wide and bright.
“Well,” Mor says. She doesn’t reach up to remove Nesta’s arm. “Hello.”
“How long,” Nesta grits out.
“Long enough.”
“How long have you been watching me.”
Mor lifts her chin. “Since the Wolf. I watched you take the dealer for forty marks without so much as a blink.” Mor pauses to take a breath, slightly strained by Nesta putting pressure on her throat. “It was—you’re very—” She stops.
“Spit it out.”
“Riveting,”Mor says, like she hates herself for it. Like it costs her something
Nesta stares at her, not moving. “Feyre sent you.”
“Feyre doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Rhysand, then.”
“Nobody sent me, Nesta.” Something shifts in Mor’s face. “That’s rather the problem. I’m here out of my own volition. More or less.”
The wind moves between the buildings, howling. Mor’s pulse beats against Nesta’s forearm, speeding up to a hammering pace. Nesta’s nostrils flare when she notices Mor’s scent deepening.
“If anyone found out—” Nesta starts.
“They won’t.” Mor’s eyes drop briefly to her mouth before they come back up, staring into stormy blue. “It can be our little secret,” she whispers, a smirk pulling at her lips.
“I hate you,” Nesta tells her.
“I know,” Mor says. “Are you going to move your arm?”
Nesta shifts, sliding her arm up, her hand finding the wall beside Mor’s head, and closes the remaining distance between them. She captures Mor’s mouth roughly, her lips slanting over the female’s soft, plush flesh. She presses more firmly against Mor, who makes a startled sound that dissolves immediately into a low whine. Nesta can taste the expensive liquor on her tongue, mingling with her wine. She bites Mor’s lower lip roughly, and Mor grips Nesta’s skirt, her hands going white-knuckled. It feels right and wrong at the same time. Most of all, it feels like relief, like something that has been building since the first time they looked at each other across a room finally being set free.
Mor’s hands snake around Nesta’s body, grabbing her ass and pulling her flush against her. When they finally separate, they’re both breathing hard, their chests heaving.
Mor looks at her, flushed and slightly startled. Her lipstick is destroyed, her hair mussed.
Nesta bends to pick up her key from the ground and unlocks the door. She doesn’t say anything, but goes inside and leaves it open behind her.
10 RIGHTEOUS + mornesta :-) save me toxic lesbians
my toxic yuri faves <3 i put them in Summer ☀️
Mornesta | righteous
“Feels better, doesn’t it?” Mor says, a righteous gleam in her eye.
She's using that tone again—the one filled with needling superiority and arrogance that makes Nesta's eye twitch.
Ever since the two of them arrived in Summer—just the two of them, as evidently too many others in Rhysand’s court were on poor terms with Tarquin—Mor has been nothing short of aggravating.
“It's...serviceable, I suppose,” Nesta says drily. “There’s nothing better about dressing in so little fabric I could be mistaken for a whore.”
Sheer and shimmering and loose, the Summer-style slip Nesta has reluctantly draped herself in is a far departure from the high necklines and modest cuts she prefers.
It leaves little to the imagination, any delusions to the contrary squashed the moment she stepped onto their shared balcony when Mor’s eyes widened at the sight of her chest, then promptly looked away. But after days of overheating beneath the sweltering Summer sun in her own wardrobe, she relented.
It’s mortifying enough that she’s in this position in the first place. She’s not about to admit to enjoying the cool breeze against her skin, or how it turns the sun’s warmth upon her into something pleasant.
“You’re welcome,” Mor says pointedly, and tosses her hair over her shoulder.
Somehow, even in the heat, Mor’s blonde waves still fall in a perfect cascade—not a single hair out of place. Nesta’s sure her coronet is all frizz and flyaways.
Aggravating.
Nesta doesn’t thank her. She wonders how long it’ll take for Mor to make a problem out of her silence.
Not long, it turns out.
Mor clicks her tongue. “You can be so…” she pauses, and her cherry-red lips pinch with disdain as she gives Nesta a once-over. “Difficult.”
“How would you have me be?” Nesta snaps, her blood heating. “Fawning over you? Groveling at your feet?” In a sickly sweet voice that sounds startlingly like Elain’s, she says, “Thank you, Mor, for lending me your clothes. I could never have managed without you.”
“I didn’t say that,” Mor says. She looks away. “I didn’t say any of that. But a little gratitude would take your far, you know.”
Mother spare me.
It’s the same—every time. There are so many things Nesta should be grateful for. So many new ways in which she’s expected to supplicate herself.
As Mor carries on with her chiding, Nesta fantasizes about silence. Nothing she can say will deliver her from this lecture, but maybe…
Nesta leans forward, and takes a risk.
When their mouths collide, Mor stumbles, but does not break away. She tastes like citrus and cinnamon, with plush lips that fit seamlessly with Nesta’s own. Long, manicured nails graze along the back of Nesta’s neck, and a small moan escapes Mor as she leans into her. The slight stick of too-warm foreheads pressed together.
Nesta likes it more than she expected.
When Nesta pulls away, breaths still heavy as they tumble from her chest, she sees Mor, bewildered. Ruffled. A flush has crept beneath the rouge powder on her cheeks, and loose hairs are stuck against her temples. Wide, brown eyes stare at Nesta with a mixture of dread and desire.
And blessedly, for once, she is quiet.
Finally, Nesta has the upper hand. She smirks. “Knew it.”
GwyNesta is going to have to wait because I just thought of pulling a reverse UNO where Mor says “you don’t deserve the benefit of the doubt that good people like him give you,” and then cut to new scene where Nesta has Mor up against a wall and she’s like “that was harsh,” and Mor laughs against her lips and says, “just trying to sell it, but I’ll make it up to you if you’d like.” Cue Nesta and Mor making out while Cassian is sulking somewhere because they’ve been sneaking around this entire time.
