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AFTER-CONCERT FEAST
Rating: +18
Relationships: Hozier/Reader
Contents: no y/n, oral sex (f! recieving), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dry humping, accidental orgasm, (by this I mean he starts mindlessly humping the couch
Word count: 1.7k
SUMMARY: After Hozier, your boyfriend, calls you backstage after a concert he eats you out like a starving man and cums after mindlessly dry humping the couch while doing so.
Fic under the cut💜
The concert had ended, and you were making your way backstage with a security guard in front of you. Andrew, your boyfriend, had sent them to get you, and your mind couldn't stop racing with how he’d looked at you while he sang. How his eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowd, the little smile that escaped him, that verse he messed up on when you winked at him. You could have sworn that he didn’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the concert once he noticed you.
“Here,” the security guard said, opening the door to Andrew’s dressing room. You smiled at them and nodded as a thank you before stepping in. He was waiting for you, leaning on the vanity with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Close the door, it’s fine.” He told the security guard, the door closed behind you and you smiled. He practically bounced off the vanity and onto you with how fast he took you into his arms and lifted you off the floor in a spinning hug. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he finally lowered you from his embrace.
“Came to see you,” you answered with a grin.
Andrew chuckled, then started kissing your face with every pause he took from speaking. “Yes, but why? Weren’t you visiting your parents this week?”
“Yes, but you having a concert in the same city distracted me a little.” You giggled, his beard tickling you.
“Oh, forgot your parents lived here,” he looked down at you with loving eyes that turned to confusion the second he realised what you had done. “Wait, so you bought a ticket, queued for God knows how long-”
“Twelve hours.” You interrupted him
“Twelve hours?” His eyes widened at that fact. “You did that, when you could've called me and gotten in faster and also seen me before the concert?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to surprise you!” You smiled. “And I wanted to see if you'd notice me in the crowd.”
“Well I did, couldn't take my eyes off you,” he kissed your lips.
“I know,” you kissed back. “There's going to be a million tiktoks asking who you were looking at.”
“I don't-” he stopped his sentence halfway through once he saw your shirt. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, he already knew the answer.
“No.” You lied, as it was, in fact, his shirt that he had accidentally left at your house the last time he saw you.
“You definitely are.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you teased, he rested a hand on your hip, his thumb making small circles on your skin.
“I’m sure you don’t.” His other hand rested on your cheek, caressing it gently.
Then he kissed you again, not letting go this time, you got on your tip-toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lowered himself lightly and bit your lower lip, you moaned in response. He broke the kiss and guided you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. You kissed him again, more passionate this time, almost hungrily, his hands explored the skin under your shirt, revelling in your warmth.
You explored each other's mouths, delighting in the taste you had so missed, the way his beard scratched your face felt like heaven, his hands travelled to your hips and ground you against him, you could feel his hardening cock rubbing against you and he could hear your whimpers every time your clit got the slightest bit of friction. He slowly lifted you up and changed the pose you were both in, setting you on the couch, and taking off your shirt and bra, promptly discarding them on the floor next to him.
Andrew's lips left your mouth and moved down from your jawline to your waistband, leaving bites and hickeys on his way, he was giving you goosebumps with the way he caressed your body so lovingly, worshipping every curve, every mole and little imperfection, as you called them, seemed like gold in his eyes, like beautiful stars in a sky only he could see. Once at your hips, he looked up at you with lustful eyes, “I need to taste you, so fucking badly,” he whispered, “but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me, baby?”
“You know the answer to that,” you answered with a grin, already kicking off your shoes.
“Yeah, I do,” he smiled back, quickly kissing you one last time before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them off completely along with your panties, throwing them to the floor as soon as they were off you, joining the rest of your clothing. He kissed his way up your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He looked up at you with his beautiful green eyes, pupils dilated to a point where they looked black, silently begging you to give him the final go-ahead before he lost himself in you.
You nodded, he smiled.
He dove into you like a starving man having his first meal in weeks, lapping up your juices and drinking you. You arched your back in pleasure. He licked from your entrance up to your clit, pressing his tongue to it just to flick it right after, you bit your lip in an attempt to quiet down, but it barely worked. His tongue worked at you expertly, he knew exactly what to do to make you squirm under his touch. His tongue travelled down from your clit to your entrance, where he lost himself and moaned just with your taste. Your breathing hitched at the sight of him eating you out, completely enamoured with his eyes closed. He was moaning as he fucked you with his tongue. As his nose rubbed on your clit just right, you thanked God for giving him a big one.
You moved his long curls out of his face, he looked up at you. Your breathing stopped for a second as he rubbed his nose against your clit while smiling into your cunt, in blinding lust you grabbed a fistful of his hair and started grinding your hips against his face. You could've sworn you heard him chuckle. The way he was holding onto your hips was sure to leave bruises later on, you didn't care one bit, you were too focused looking into his eyes and the way they were full of lust and admiration for you. How he kept eating you out even as you held his head in place and basically used him.
He was so hard it was starting to become painful, so he started rubbing himself against the couch, and God did it feel good, he started moaning into your pussy, your taste was driving him crazy, the little sounds that escaped you while he devoured you just got him harder and harder. He left your hole to go back up to your clit, sucking on it and pressing his tongue against it while one of his hands left your hip just for two of his fingers to enter your cunt seconds later, your hips buckled against him again, he placed your clit between his teeth and lightly pressed in response. Your legs started shaking when he did that, you had to place a hand over your mouth to not scream. He fingered you faster, curling his fingers into you and hitting your sweet spot.
He continued like this for a while, making a whimpering mess out of you, and thankfully, today he didn't seem to have the need to edge you endlessly until you were begging for release, he needed this as much as you, maybe even more. He was still rubbing against the couch, but he didn't notice he was doing it, he was too occupied getting you to your own high to care for himself at the moment. You were almost there, his fingers replaced his tongue on your clit, rubbing it rapidly. His mouth moved to your entrance, he knew you were close, and he wanted to taste every drop of your release.
You came with a loud moan that was thankfully muffled by your own hand, your vision went white and your legs trembled. Andrew drank you in, letting you ride out your high as he moaned into your pussy, and then you noticed his hips. He was desperately dry humping the couch, what a sight that was, you could tell he wasn't even noticing he was doing it, suddenly his hips buckled repeatedly and he was groaning into your cunt as he drank the last of you, his eyes were closed and his hand that was still grabbing you was doing so in a way that you were surprised it wasn't breaking skin. He'd come, just from eating you out, the thought made you giggle.
He kissed your clit one last time before pulling his head out from between your legs, his hair was a mess and the lower part of his face was glistening with your juices, he was panting heavily. “I- I didn't notice I was-” He said with heavy breaths, but you interrupted before he finished.
“Humping the couch while eating me out?” You asked in a teasing voice. A smirk plastered on your face.
“Yeah,” he laughed, “made a fuckin’ mess.”
“It's not noticeable from here.” You assured him.
“Good,” he leaned closer to you, hovering his body over yours, one hand held him up while the other found your waist. “Tank you for letting me do this, baby.” He kissed you gently, his accent thicker than before.
“Thank you for doing it.” You smiled.
“I love you so much,” he murmured between kisses, “my perfect girl, so fuckin' beautiful.”
“I love you too,” you kissed him back, “I should get dressed though.”
“Hmm, fine, but I'm keeping these until I see you next time.” He said, grabbing your panties from the pile of your clothes from the floor and keeping them in his hand.
“No, you're not, give them back!” You feigned annoyance, thinking he'd give them back.
“Would you rather I take back my shirt, then?”
“What would I wear then? I didn't bring a jacket.”
“Exactly, so these,” he held up your panties again, “are for me.” He placed them in his pocket right after.
“You’re horrible.” You fake pouted.
“You love me.” He grinned while handing you the rest of your clothes.
“You're lucky I do.”
“I know.”
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Service with a Smile
by SAMK, 1998
Quark starts acting happy, and it seems to be catching.
Words: 3914, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none listed
Characters: Miles O’Brien, Quark, Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Morn, Jadzia Dax
Relationships: Miles O’Brien/mystery character [ship intentionally withheld by author]
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): heat
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#year1998#citrusfic#milesobrien#quarkfic#mornfic#milesobrienmisc#relationships withheld#quarkmisc#bashirmisc#garakmisc#mornmisc#jdaxmisc#bashirobrienfic#garakbashirfic#2kto5k
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Introduction I guess.
You can call me Morn, I'm 18 and I write fanfic about that one freakishly tall Irish guy who makes music. (will probably be mostly smut since I'm like. that.)
I'm also on ao3 and wattpad as beatthemorning. my fics are published there too
Yes, you can make requests, I'd actually encourage you to tbh because I run out of ideas FAST
I'll make a masterpost as I keep making fics but I'll also tag them as #mornfic so you can find them all in one place
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What Kind of Question Is That?
by DBeach, 1999
A crossover between O/K and the BBC game show "Whose Line Is It, Anyway?".
Words: 739, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: G
Warnings: none listed
Characters: Odo, Kira Nerys, Quark, Morn
Relationships: Odo/Kira
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): crossover - Whose Line Is It Anyway?
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Three’s a Crowd
by Java Green, 2001
A horny Cardassian, a protective Chief and a hurt Doctor crash on a lonely planet. There’s conflict, jealousy and Garak’s thoughts get away from him and take on a life of their own.
Words: 8840, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none listed
Characters: Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Miles O’Brien, Morn, Quark
Relationships: Garak/Bashir
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): Strange Fits of Passion (Issue 14, Dec 2000/Jan 2001)
Followed by: Reckless in Numbers
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#citrusfic#no known warnings#jbashir#egarak#garakbashirfic#milesobrien#mornfic#quarkfic#5kto10k#year2001
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The Story Freya Made Me Write
by Calicia, 2000
PWP challenge reply.
Words: 954, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: R
Warnings: squick
Characters: Benjamin Sisko, Zek, Morn, Hello Kitty
Relationships: Sisko/Zek/Morn/Hello Kitty
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): crossover - Hello Kitty
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Ohhh Quark
by Cheryl, 1998
(Author did not provide a summary. The following is reader provided.)
Morn’s thoughts about Quark that he hasn’t quite worked up the nerve to say to him yet.
Words: 114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: PG
Warnings: none listed
Characters: Quark, Morn
Relationships: Quark/Morn (one-sided)
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): poem
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#year1998#2korless#RatedPG#no known warnings#quarkfic#mornfic#quarkmisc#mornmisc#additional tags: poetry
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House of Morn
by t-bear, 1998
A chronicle of a day in the life of Morn.
Words: 2283, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none listed
Characters: Morn, everybody
Relationships: none listed
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none
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Character and ship tags:
L (Leeta) - O (Kirayoshi O'Brien)
Character and ship tags navigation:
directory
A - B
C - D (Ezri Dax)
D (Jadzia Dax) - D (Dukat)
E - K (Kahless)
K (Lenara Kahn) - L (Lauren)
L (Leeta) - O (Kirayoshi O'Brien)
O (Miles O'Brien) - Q (Q)
Q (Quark) - S (Benjamin Sisko)
S (Jake Sisko) - T
V - Z
Notes: For each character, we've listed a character tag as well as all ship tags that involve that character (sometimes none). Characters are alphabetized by surname, when known. Ships for a given character are alphabetized by the surnames of the other character(s) in the ship. A tag for the character's "miscellaneous" ships (that is, character/non-ds9 character ships, character/OC ships, and ships which only have one fic) is always given at the top of the list of ships for that character.
L (continued)
Leeta | #leetafic
Leeta/other | #leetamisc
Bashir/Leeta | #bashirleetafic
Ezri Dax/Kira/Leeta | #edaxkiraleeta
Ezri Dax/Leeta | #edaxleeta
Jadzia Dax/Kira/Leeta | #jdaxkiraleeta
Jadzia Dax/Leeta | #jdaxleeta
Kira/Leeta | #kiraleetafic
Leeta/Lwaxana | #leetalwaxanafic
Odo/Leeta | #odoleetafic
Rom/Leeta | #romleeta
Sisko/Leeta | #siskoleetafic
Leeta (mirror) | #mleeta
Leeta(mirror)/other | #mleetamisc
Leeta(mirror)/Lwaxana(mirror) | #mleetamlwaxana
Leeta(mirror)/Ziyal(mirror) | #mleetamziyal
Li Nalas | #linalas
Li Nalas/other | #linalasmisc
Bashir/Li Nalas | #bashirlinalas
Sisko/Li Nalas | #siskolinalas
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Mardah | #mardahfic
Jake Sisko/Mardah | #jakemardahfic
Martok | #martokfic
Martok/other | #martokmisc
Bashir/Martok | #bashirmartokfic
Jadzia Dax/Martok | #jdaxmartokfic
Martok/Sirella | #martoksirellafic
Mila | #milafic
Tain/Mila | #milatainfic
Morn | #mornfic
Morn/other | #mornmisc
Jadzia Dax/Morn | #jdaxmorn
Miles O'Brien/Morn | #milesmornfic
Quark/Morn | #quarkmornfic
Sisko/Morn | #siskomornfic
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Admiral Nechayev | #admiralnechayev
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Garak/Nog | #garaknogfic
Jake Sisko/Nog | #jakenogfic
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Keiko O’Brien | #kobrien
Keiko O’Brien/other | #keikomisc
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Bashir/Keiko | #bashirkobrien
Ezri Dax/Keiko | #edaxkeikofic
Jadzia Dax/Keiko | #jdaxkeikofic
Kira/Keiko | #kirakeikofic
Miles O’Brien/Keiko O’Brien | #mileskeikofic
Quark/Keiko | #quarkkeiko
Keiko O’Brien/Shakaar | #keikoshakaarfic
Jake Sisko/Keiko | #jakekeiko
Keiko O’Brien (mirror) | #mkobrien
Keiko O’Brien(mirror)/other | #mkeikomisc
Ezri Dax/mirror!Keiko O’Brien | #edaxmkeiko
Miles O’Brien/mirror!Keiko | #milesmkeiko
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L is for Lurian
by CaitN, 2006
(Author did not provide a summary. The following is reader provided.)
Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: PG
Warnings: none listed
Characters: Ezri Dax, Quark, Morn
Relationships: Jadzia Dax/Morn
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): drabble, humor
Alphabet series:
A is for Andorian
B is for Bajoran
C is for Cardassian
F is for Ferengi
J is for Jem’Hadar
L is for Lurian
T is for Trill
U is for Ullian
W is for Wadi
Y is for Yridian
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#edax#quarkfic#mornfic#jdaxmorn#ratedpg#no known warnings#year2006#2korless#jdaxmisc#mornmisc#additional tags: drabble#additional tags: humor
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Afterglow
by Fred, 1998
(Author did not provide a summary. The following is reader provided.) Fred and Morn have a smoke and a chat in the afterglow.
Words: 1325, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: adult themes
Characters: OC, Morn
Relationships: Morn/OC
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): humor
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