#mor x emerie

[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.”

[orphicauroras]

“I always forget how beautiful she is. She never comes to Windhaven these days.”

Emerie and Mor by @/bookishkoda

[sweetcarolina-24]

Desperate*

Kinktober Day 21: Toys

Emorie x Reader

kinktober masterlist

a/n: this is the last post of the dayy. finally caught up.

cw: bondage, toys, teasing

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Emerie and Mor loved to see you struggle. They loved watching you tug on your bonds to get closer to your pleasure.

And now, your hands and legs were tied to the bed, and Morrigan was holding the vibrator so lightly against your clit.

You kept shifting your hips, but she would only move it. You whined, tears falling down your face in frustration.

"Emerie, make her be nice," you begged.

Emerie only smirked, pinching your nipple between your fingers. You winced.

"Look at you, so desperate," Emerie teased you.

"Em," you groaned, your hips bucking against the vibrator that was just too far away.

Morrigan delivered a devilish grin before pressing the vibrator hard against your clit. You gasped, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"This what you wanted?" Mor mocked.

"Yes, Morrigan," you cried, grinding your hips against the toy.

"Be a good girl for us and you can cum," Emerie promised you.

You nodded desperately, moans spilling from your mouth as Mor pressed it harder against that bundle of nerves.

"Please, please, please," you begged, your face wet with tears.

"If you can cum in the next ten seconds, we'll allow it," Mor decided.

You let that coil go free, cumming so hard that you saw white. Emerie leaned down to suck on your breast, enhancing your orgasm.

They were both smirking when you could finally see clearly again.

"Was it good?" Mor asked mockingly. You could only nod.

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[secret-third-thing]

Wild Nights - Wild Nights! an Emorie Fic

On the outskirts of a family that has all found their mates, Emerie and Morrigan must find themselves, and maybe each other in the process.

Rating: M | Works 15.5k | Read on AO3

HAPPY SOLSTICE (PRETEND IT'S SOLSTICE) @ablogofsapphicpanic - I was so excited to write some Emorie for you <3 I hope you enjoy part one of what has become the longest thing I've written to date!!! Part 2 is coming in Jan! Sorry, not sorry for the slow-ish burn. Thank you to my friends Greta, @acourtofladydeath, and @queercontrarian for the beta-ing of this fic. Also thank you to the dozen of people who helped me from melting into a puddle of woe. Also shout out to Jungle's album Volcano and Cafe D for single-handedly getting me through this editing process. I have had so many iced mochas. And a HUGE thank you to the amazing folks over at the @acotargiftexchange for organizing this event. Seriously this has been so much fun.

[velidewrites]

Sarah J Maas Couples for @sjmromanceweek

➴ EMERIE & MORRIGAN

"I always forget how beautiful she is."

"She never comes to Windhaven these days."

[honeybeefae]

6, 13, 38. Just the stupidest and funniest situation you can think of with literally anyone 😂

Prompts:

6: "You look stupid as hell right now."

13: "Oh God yes, right there- oh my God, just like that, please don't stop." "...Can you stop that? You're making it sound like we're in a porno and now I'm highly uncomfortable."

38: "You're such a dork." "Yeah, no wonder you're so in love with me."

Pairings: Inner Circle, Cassian x Nesta, Feyre x Rhysand, Mor x Emerie

Warnings: Alluding to sexual situations but not actual sex!

(This was chaotic to write but it was so much fun and I can literally picture this exact scenario. I hope you like it! <3)

The fire roared inside the hearth of the cabin as everyone sat around the coffee table. All of the food had been eaten, the wine almost completely gone, but the conversation and good mood were still going strong as Cassian stood for his turn of truth or dare.

"Truth or dare, Cassian?" Mor asked, her arm loosely slung around Emerie.

"You know me too well to ask me that question, Mor." Cassian smirked, cracking his knuckles as he sent a wink to Nesta who rolled her eyes.

"You could surprise everyone once in a while, you know Cass? Keep people on their toes?" Feyre remarked from Rhys's lap, her eyes half-lidded as he played with her hair. "You don't have any juicy secrets you want to share?"

"Secrets, secrets are no fun, Feyre. Secrets, secrets hurt someone." He replied while pretending to take a dagger to the heart, Mor clearing her throat to regain his attention. "Sorry, what was it?"

"I don't think it's fair to make him do a dare while he's this inebriated." Elain said, her mouth twisted sideways.

"It is very fair, Elain." Amren corrected, taking a sip from her almost empty glass. "Let's hear it, Mor."

"I dare you..." She trails off while pursing her lips, looking across her friends before a devious thought enters her mind. "I dare you to renact sex between you and Nesta."

"What? No! I don't want to see that...or hear it." Feyre groans, covering her ears as Rhysand and Azriel laugh. Elain nodded her head, looking like she was ready to bolt while Nesta seemed fed up with the entire thing.

"Yeah no, that's not going to happen. Cassian. Pass it." Nesta ordered, not even bothering to glance at him while he crossed his arms and pouted. "Save your whining. Choose a truth instead."

"Hang on, hang on, I think it's up to the player to choose, right Mor?" Amren pointed out, smirking as Nesta shot her a glare. "What's wrong, Nesta? Afraid we're all going to find out how bad your sex life is?"

"Amren, you better-" Nesta began only to be silenced as Cassian stepped into the middle of the circle and shook out his body. Amren grinned when she saw Nesta's face pale, everyone knowing what was about to come next.

"Cass, no, please, they're just trying-" Nesta tried to pull him back only to sigh when he shook his head dramatically, stumbling back a step as he turned to look at her with a hand over his heart.

"I'm defending our honor." He said bravely, grinning wolfishly as he looked down at Rhys and Feyre. "Cover your ears, High Lady, it's about to get graphic."

Before anyone could though Cassian went head first into the "act". He started thrusting sloppily, his hair falling into his face from how loose his bun was becoming as he threw his head back and started making the most obnoxious, high-pitched moans.

"Oh yes, Cassian! Right there! You are so handsome and strong!" He wailed, not even noticing how red Nesta's face was becoming. "Oh God yes, right there- oh my God, just like that, please don't stop."

"...Can you stop that? You're making it sound like we're in a porno and now I'm highly uncomfortable." Nesta pleaded, burying her face into her hands as Cassian continued on as if she hadn't even spoken. "Cassian, please, I'm begging."

"Please, Cassian, I'm begging!" He repeated with a girly voice, falling on his ass as Nesta swiped her leg behind his knees to finally get him to shut up. Everyone started laughing, Rhys having to physically hold his sides, as Cassian stood back up and bowed not so gracefully.

"Thank you, thank you." He pretended to accept roses, pulling a reluctant Nesta into his lap. "I love you so much."

"You look stupid as hell right now." She snapped though there was no real bite in her tone, her hand cupping his face as he nuzzled his nose against her. "You are such a dork."

"Yeah, no wonder you're so in love with me." He replied smartly, avoiding her light smack as he kissed her softly. "Just know the feeling is returned one hundred percent."

"And just know you'll be sleeping out in the snow tonight, darling." She replied sweetly, patting his cheek as he tried to figure out just how serious she was.

[highladyofterrasen7]

Rhys, Cassian, Azriel, Amren, Mor, Lucien, Manon, Rowan, Lorcan, Hunt, Ruhn when they all realise how much younger than them their mates are

Yes some of these are cannon

I thought lidia was older than ruhn but I googled and she’s not

[packetofsuga]

i fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter, she is the best thing that’s ever been mine.

[goddessofwisdom18]

Little sketch of Feyre and Mor getting drunk on St. Paddy's Day because Mor is named for an Irish goddess and loves alcohol so I just know she'd love today (Feyre is just along for the ride)

[lavendarneverlands]

Refresh/Remind me with fanon & canon as I reread please and have so many questions after finishing all of ACOTAR (onto TOG & CC next)

~ ACOTAR WORLD ~

— Were all the high lords except for Tamlin previously captured & trapped for all 50 years? 

— What was the Night Court doing while Rhys was UTM?

— Is Mor’s power truth (if so, how does that work)?

— Did Rhys know Clare Beddor was a real person or did he think it was a fake name? (Couldn’t he read Feyre’s mind the whole time)?

— Were Rhys first words post UTM to Mor “she’s my mate”?

— Whatever happened to the child of the blessed Briar girl that Feyre saved?👀

— Is there any more canon than the single “she’s beautiful”🥹 Mor x Emerie scenes? Are they mates?

— Does Cassian ever ACTUALLY say “I love you” to Nesta?😭

— Was Nesta “technically” a witch when she had stolen Cauldron powers?

— Is Gwyn Azriel’s mate (Canon or Fanon)?

— Is Gwyn’s full name Gwyneth Berdera?

— Is their currently a High Priestess (or did they start a new rule post Ianthe)?

— Does Rhys, Cassian, or Azriel have a last name?

— Does Tamlin have a mate?

— Is Bryce from Crescent City (or is she a fan-made character)? / Is Bryce the same as Bryaxis? *If this is a major spoiler please don’t answer as I’m reading Crescent City and Throne of Glass next. 😅🤣 lol*

— What decides what the Bone Carver appears to you as?

… Thing to save you, Worst fear, Thing that will destroy you? Etc.

And what does it appear to each character as (Cassian especially)? — Along with what does Cassian see Bryaxis as?

— Speaking of… WHERE THE HECK IS BRYAXIS? How will Feyre get her😅 … Is that bargain technically broken (can bargains even be broken) if so, could she (and therefore Rhys) die from it??

— What/Who gave Cassian the chest, heart, and throat scar?😬

— Can mates be unrequited, ignored, once in a lifetime, multiple, platonic, etc.

Could for instance: Elain be Lucien’s mate, but Elain’s mate be Azriel, and Azriel’s mate be Gwyn? *or Lucien having a second mate in Elain after his tragic first love (can’t remember if his autumn court lover was his “mate” or not).

— Who holds the title “Queen of Queens” (is this fan given?) I’ve seen it both with Nesta & Mor and I’m quite curious in each characters “Court” story/placement.

— Can you rule a Court without being an Heir/Spouse? (though Feyre totally earned it, honestly it was more like an overdo promotion, so NOT saying she “JUST MARRIED HER WAY IN IN” to be clear)… More like: Could Lucien (being a double sided illegitimate son) be given the reigns to Spring Court (if Tamlin died, retired, was exiled, or goes into the intensive therapy that he so desperately needs)… In that could Elain then become High Lady of Spring Court (or just be given it or “Mother” chosen for her own character (mate aside)); cause she has the vibe (plus it would be cool triad yin-yang with a sister of night, another of death (and now mother given power… so life? … Is Nesta now life & death?) and the last being her (Elain) & of spring (it would have real Mother Nature / Persephone vibes).

[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…”

[sweetcarolina-24]

this is so Emerie and Mor. it can go both ways too😭 im sobbing😭😭😭

[velidewrites]

The Valkyrie and The Dreamer 🗡️🍷

[shallyne]

Mor Week - Ships - Emorie

Emerie of Illyria and Morrigan of Velaris

@morweekofficial