into a dragon

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[xompliment]

Again

maleficent x female fae!reader

warnings: *gentle* biting, marking, kissing, slightly suggestive so I’m calling the 18+ warning NO MINORS. *not smut*

notes: soft morning with a biting kink is a great way to begin the middle of the week

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The softest breath left bright, blood red, lips as the young fae perched in maleficent’s lap writhed with need. it was more than a regular day, as it turned out to be.

It was warm, it was an ache of a muscle when stretching high in bed with the prettiest arch contrasting the surrounding fabric and nesting. Maleficent could already feel it, even her own body sensing the change in tempuratre and in the climbing tension.

Her hands were gentle over your body initially, merely caressing your bare skin as you woke under the sunlight, wings cradling the both of you protectively. With a twist of the hips and the coy smile on your face, you’d already turned your head to gaze back at her. You both kissed deeply for what seemed like centuries until burning green eyes overwhelmed you and you were seated, alert and no longer drowsy, in her lap.

You caught her bright gaze in full attention, never shying away from those brilliant green eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“What a sight you are,” her low drawl almost made your ears perk up, and without a doubt increased your heart rate.

Her hands soothed down your naked back, and the sheer heat radiating off of them made you shudder violently in her hold which earned a dark giggle from the fae holding you, her head swooped down and hid itself in your neck, her just holding you, broad wings coming to wrap the two of you into a tighter embrace. “How I’ve come to love having you in my arms. It’s your rightful place, surely.”

Everything she did spurred you on, the feeling of your half naked body pressed into her and feeling the warmth of her, the softness of her feathers against your back, her arms, her mouth so close to your neck, it left you wanting, and she hadn’t done a thing yet.

You were simply enamored by everything she is and were willing to receive anything she’d give.

You shuddered again and preened into her hearing a low grunt, her inhaling against your skin deeply and exhaling with a small groan.

“There’s just something so distinct about you, sweet thing,” she paused and came to inhale again in the same affair against the left of your neck. Every time you twitched or moved she pulled you closer to her body, you were practically flush and she left no room for escape. Not that you could anyways, the large expanse of her beautiful wings enveloping you close to her. “It makes it exceedingly challenging as to not simply,”

She paused, and her eyes locked lowly onto the soft flesh of your shoulder, face smoothing over the smooth skin briefly with another brief inhale, her mouth then opening and biting playfully onto you there. She wasn’t expecting much of a jolt from you, let alone a whimper and a violent shudder once more. Her teeth were sharper at the points of her canines but she’d never pry too deeply into your skin to hurt you, but left with enough pressure to push a pretty mark into your sensitive skin, to raise the skin a light red to match the sweet blush blooming to your beautiful, naked, chest.

She almost melted at the sound, eyes flickering just a touch before, flipping you instantly, your back falling into the miscellaneous nesting of feathers and bedding that were surprisingly soft upon your naked back.

“Though, if it earns reactions from you as such, I have no qualms with biting into you like prey.”

“Maleficent. . .” it was a soft plea, your face was burning red, the blush almost moving down to your chest, but indefinitely leaving a throb between your legs and only drawing you closer to the woman. You were in great need of her, the mere sound of her voice lighting your skin ablaze and the more she talked down to you the closer you wanted her.

She gave you what you wanted, closing in on you slowly, eyes molding over your topless form and that same smirk toying at her lips again as she looked at you.

“So needy on this fine morning,” she pulled you up into her just slightly, your head hanging from between your shoulders and baring soft flesh to the mouth meeting your throat with slow but heated kisses. “Should I not take my time with eating you alive?”

Her tone was low and demeaning before taking a soft nip to your throat, grunting at the soft yelp you let out before biting down just a touch harder once more, releasing you and lathing the slight mark with open mouthed kisses and tentative licks.

“Maleficent, please. . .” it was a breathless plea now, your hands holding tightly to her shoulders as you bared your neck to her mouth that didn’t seem to want to leave there, switching between nipping at you and kissing you. “I ache for you my love. . .”

“How I love you begging,” she paused, leaving one more painfully slow kiss to the base of your throat before meeting your eyes once more. “Again.”

[xompliment]

Horn Maintenance

maleficent x female fae!reader

warnings: fluffy soft uwu baby gay stuff

notes: short n sweet

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“..Don’t lean too far now, shoulders back..”

What a true oddity the day had become, a quirk in your own step and the world seemed so moldable, so tempting for challenge and heart.

But today, a small bit of horn maintenence ensued instead. How unfortunate.

Maleficent sat behind you, hands pinching at your shoulders and guiding them back with a soft guidance despite her firmness, eyes focused steadily on the angle your growing horns had set at, already eyeing a few knicks and pulls at the natural shape that could be adjusted a bit with some stone files.

“You truly pick fights with any object, do you?” She chastised playfully, hands coming to reach and feel about the knicks in the three inch stubs just beginning to curl at the end.

You squinted your nose at the small restraint of her hands, shifting impatiently in your spot as she pulled and tugged your head side to side by each horn to examine them.

“No,” you defended, lip quirking up in reminiscence of the rocks you and some of the younger tree guardians were tossing around and butting away with the ends of your growing horns. “I like having fun.”

Maleficent quirked a brow, smiling softly as she pressed a small kiss to the back of your neck as your head hung while you played with the grass a bit.

“Perhaps a bit too much.” she smirked, lips grazing from the back of your neck to your right side, warm mouth pressing another kiss to it. Slowly but surely did she lean forward and press against you, her form much wider, taller, in comparison to you, overbearing in a hover that always made you feel small but safe in the best way. The warmth of her body enveloped you, strong hands gently caressing your arms as blood red lips preened to your neck and marked your skin.

“So sweet and still for me regardless,” she mused lowly against your skin. Lolling your head back on her shoulder, she continued to pay attention to the side of your neck, your cheeks flushed softly as all tension left your body. “so, good.” her breath billowed over your neck and you melted into the warmth of her, the vibrational purr of her tone mesmerizing you swear that your ears were melting in bliss at her beautiful voice. She let out a soft giggle, pressing another blood red kiss to the skin presented before her, her arms wrapping securely around you.

“Are you going to be good for me, my sweet?” Her voice glazed over you like hot molasses, your eyes fluttering shut at the low drawl in your ear.

“Yes, Maleficent” it was a quiet notion while she hummed against your neck in response, suddenly releasing you and sitting up, adjusting your position to where you sat straight with your head in the same position as you were before.

“Lovely, I’m glad you have agreed to behave yourself. Now, head back just a touch, sit straight.” The older fae mused at the little game she’d just played, chuckling lowly hearing you whine at the loss of contact. Horn maintenance. Not fun.

[bunny-lou]

Jay: “We should eat the rich.”

Mal: “I mean, Evie’s made a pretty good profit from Evie’s 4 Hearts, so I do, every night.”

Evie, from across the room: “She’s damn good at it too.”

[xompliment]

Perfectly Owned

mal x fem!reader

warnings: making out, hickeys, biting, marking, slight posession, breast slapping swearing, dom!mal/dominant!mal/top!mal

18+ PLS KINDA SMUTTY KINDA SUGGESTIVE

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A soft whine left your mouth, jaw slack with hot pants following feeling the hot leather of Mal’s fingerless gloves on both sides of your writhing waist, her hands tracing a heated path up and down your skin.

Her eyes were burning a bright, hungry, green under her lids, her ears perking up every time you gasped and whined. She fought hard with the need to dig her hands tight into your skin to leave delicious bruises all over you, instead choosing to suck harder into your lower abdomen, painting yet another deep, red, mark into your flesh. Her stomach churned with nothing but lust feeling you so close, squirming into her touch, your scent absolutely overwhelming her.

You bit your lower lip to stifle your inscessant whining, but it was to no use as mal’s teeth nibbled gently at the underside of your breast, her hands tearing at the fabric of your long ruined shirt just before that. Your mouth dropped open in a kittenish moan, a soft rumble of a growl leaving Mal’s throat as she leaned up and pressed her mouth harshly against yours, her tongue dipping into your mouth to chase another soft moan from you.

“..mm, what a pretty little noise you made for me...” her eyes were bright and glowing while they glared down into yours intensely. You lost her gaze when she straddled you and leant down to nip at the column of your exposed neck, both of her hands tugging and pulling at your breasts posessively. Her voice dropped to a needy drawl, hand squeezing your left tit roughly while she sucked a hard nipple into her mouth, fanged teeth lightly grazing around the sensitive skin. “do that again. do that again right fucking now.”

Her mouth enveloped your nipple again, other hand squeezing the other tightly before releasing it, then coming down to slap it just so. That earned a muffled yelp from you, your quiet pleas for more leaving your mouth as a blubbered mess.

“oh, what a good girl, what a good fucking princess” she released your nipple with a wet pop, left hand coming to wrap around your throat, her forehead pressing tightly against yours while she practically growled you into submission, pulsing eyes fluttering closed as you let out a soft mewl, both of your hands coming to gently rest against the one wrapped tightly around your neck. She thrusted her hips against yours at the sound, her chest rumbling with a dark chuckle. “God when I’m fucking done with you...” she paused to lick deeply into your mouth with one last possessive kiss “gonna fucking break you, gonna turn you into my pretty lil’ mess”

[xompliment]

fair trade

pairing: maleficent x female!fairy!reader

warnings: allusions to slavery/kidnapping (brief, faint), bruising, mild violence, mentions of death

note: bit of a messy timeline but oh well, the laws of fan fiction always disregard it. I demand! a slowburn buildup! filled with fluff! because I! simply! adore! this! woman!

(Also please forgive me if some things turn out to be inaccurate, haven’t watched the movie((s)) in a bit!)

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"Go! Seize the beast!" The angry voice following behind you bellowed with more girth than the surrounding trees.

The vegetation grew thicker and tougher to fight through the further you ventured, though the sound of a stream pushed you to keep trecking onward, regardless of the angry chains digging tightly into your wrists, the burning of your lungs, and your surely bruised and bleeding feet that have been beaten by the terrain. Got to get to the stream, got to lose them

You never lost your footing once, pushing through thorned vines that didn't seem to hurt yet due to the adrenaline pushing through you, and from how you skipped to and fro, hopping gleefully from rock to rock surrounded by lush greenery, you didn't plan on tripping up anytime soon, not when you've gotten this far; not when you are free.

Feeling the fresh air brush against your skin, gracing your red cheeks with a gentle upwards greeting, it brought your mouth up into a wide grin.

You stuttered out a small, disbelieving chuckle, as you looked back to see your previous captors, your previous masters, still on your tail; yet so far behind. The grin on your face never faltered as you continued on, a huff leaving your throat. You barreled into exhilarating laughter, giggling like a madwoman in the middle of the forest as you sprinted away from your old life of oppression and madness. Free.

Peeks of shimmering silver glistened through the thick leaves, the gushing sound of moving water heavy yet so, so, liberating.

You swept the last of the thinning brush out of the way and skipped onto the soft pebbles of the bank. The water could've been up to your waist, but it was definitely enough for you to escape. You had the thin rags over your body, and they had thick armor that weighed too heavy in this terrain, they'd sink before they could even touch a blasted hair on your head.

The feel of the cold shallow on your burning feet exhilarated you, but the contrast of now heavy burning around your legs stopped you in your tracks as you fell forwards, colliding with the shallow bank of water with a pained huff. Panic enthralled your system as you looked at the steel chained weights wrapped tight and heavy around your legs, forcing you down into the ground as the burn overwhelmed you. No, no- so close

You cried out in pain, gasping away the water that splashed onto your face as you tried to pull away the wraps, regardless of the futility. You've come too far, so close.

One of the men pushed through the thicket and had his sights on you instantly, charging forward with his sword and shield bared. You kicked and struggled, letting warm tears spill down your cheeks in fear of what was to come, in pain as the toxic burn licked heat into your skin, and at all of the hard work and struggle it'd been to even make it this far all going to waste in the back of your mind, which would, surely soon, have a blade through it.

The unimaginably strong gust of wind that billowed over the man and just graced its touch over your burning skin, sent him aback in his place, teetering backwards in a clatter of his heavy armor.

A shadow loomed over you, gracious footsteps gently padding in the water above your head. You shifted and squirmed even further, pulling furiously at the steel wraps around your legs worry brimming your head like a cloud just as another onslaught of tears in your eyes did. You used the portion of your arms that weren't being burned alive by chains and cowered in fear under the shadow above you.

"You've come too close to the Moors... Turn back now, or be vanquished." a feminine drawl peered through the tension thick atmosphere, the vibrations of her demand bellowing loud and firm over you to the group of three that have all now managed to push through the thicket.

"The noble guard does not take orders, from a fairy" the burly man that was two seconds from killing you bellowed out in return, fury in his eyes as he and his men stood tall in their pride, donning their plated shields and wielding their swords.

"Noble Guard? Hm. You are indeed too far from home, and far too close to mine. Curious. How would you like to die?" Your throat became dry at her statement, head turning upwards to catch a glimpse at intensive, black, heels and some of the largest ends of feathers you've seen draped on each side of them, fluttering in both the wind, and on their own accord.

“Kill them both!” The man bellowed, standing tall as the two of his men charged towards you and the taller fae.

With wide eyes you struggled fiercely to be free of the chains, ignoring such a narrow burn from their touch as you fought for life while they closed in on you so mercilessly. In the midst of their cries you’d heard only one whisper and then a ferocious bellow.

Into a giant

A large crash shook the ground, all of the forest and its creatures practically groaning at the short quaking of the earth below them. The darkest of shadows loomed over the scene and you had to cower in fear as one colossal, beastly, boot made its way over you. You hid in your own arms in the fetal position as the chaos around you ensued, the crashes of whatever beast charged into your previous captors, eyes shut painfully tight as they released bloodied screams. The clinking of metal and the rumbling of the ground was unwavering and regardless of how it all ended in seconds, your fear felt eternal.

You could only be brought out of your anxious headspace by the softest of hands caressing your back gently, the atmosphere gone as silent as death. Your eyes still held shut, but your muscles grew less and less tense as comfort washed over you.

“Hush, little one. All is well” her voice rang through your ears, echoing in a soft euphony. All she spoke were soft reassurances like those as you were caved into and hiding amongst the browning leaves and rough, damp, gravel of the forest floor. Another hand smoothed over the back of your neck, to the side of your cheek and stopped so her thumb could gently deliver caresses to soothe the painful frown in your brow overtaking your shut eyes.

Her fingers glazed over the short stubs-for-horns that peeked from each side of your forehead, letting out a soft hum as she traced them.

“So frail, you are” she murmured pushing her fingers into your hair to gently scratch at your scalp while you calmed down. Her eyes gazed along the burns and skinniness of your body, frowning at the metal surrounding your wrists and legs “Would you like to visit the moors? We can nourish you plenty, surely.”

You remained quiet, frown in your brow lessening as she soothed you, but the pain littering your entire body as the fatigue overwhelmed you grew stronger. Your breathing evened out and the cold, damp, gravel grew less and less uncomfortable while you drifted into sleep near her lap.

The fae nodded at your silence, Diaval flying to her shoulder obediently once he finished shifting back into his preferred form of the stoic crow.

Into a man

“Come, Diaval, help the poor girl out of those ghastly things. Then, back home.”