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lirational · 7 months

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The Conceited One’s Desire

Kinktober prompt 1/12 - Masterlist

McQueen x Reader

A/N: Based of McQueen’s “Inferno of Deception” costume. First of my kinktober prompt.

Warnings/tags: Clothed sex, somnophilia, bondage, dubious consent.

Smut under the cut, minors DNI

For the past few days, your dreams have been interesting, to say the least.

There would be a whisper, along with a brush of something bony and hard near your head, warmth caressing your ears. You were never able to open your eyes, each attempt shushed by a cold hand covering your sight and a threat spoken in such a soft voice to stay still and never move or open your eyes, lest, you will spend an eternity with the choice you made.

Her tone left no room for either argument or discussion, and she would always hum in a pleased tone when you fell silent.

Driven by fear, you obeyed, and let the voice guide and play your body, strumming your reaction like a practiced lyre player. Even though you could not see her, her touches were vivid, so vivid, even your clothes were not enough to impede it, the rustling of fabric against her long fingers etching marks onto your skin that would leave red trails the next day, giving you a mark of her presence other than the wetness staining your panties every time she visited.

You had thought it was nothing but a figment of your overractive imagination at first, blaming your overwork and lack of time to pursue anything other than how to make enough to survive. Yet, she was persistent, attempts to cross your legs and cover yourself only earning a laughter full of mirth while she chastised you for even daring to think mere fabric could've begun to impede her at all.

She would whisper her love for you as your hips met her fingers in the darkness. Sometimes, you would feel something silken and soft binding your wrists towards the headboard, her reassurances and order to stay silent accentuated with her fingers playing with your clothed slit. When you were panicking, she would always tease, cunning tongue licking cold trails onto your earlobe, allowing her to slip a mocking question.

“Is this your limit, baby? Can't you take a bit more, for me?”

She never went deep enough, never hit that sweet spot inside, yet, she was an expert of working with what she had access to, and it was enough to stoke your desires and bring you to a slow, warm ascent, where you would reach your peak as you woke up.

As you descend down from the high, your eyes would flutter open, the only traces of your entanglement were the soiled underwear, the angry red marks left by nails, and the piercing marks made by something sharp.

Sometimes, there would be a vivid blue petal left on your chest. Its texture suggested that the plant it came from might not even be alive, yet, it pulsated with warmth when you grip it.

Like any other day, you woke up restless, exhausted from the dream. However, it all but slipped your mind, the chilling tone of your dream lover echoing in your ears.

“See you soon.”

There was nothing unusual, except for the fact that where the petal usually was, there was a blue rose.

A quick rub at the petals suggested that it was fake.

At least, fake in the sense that it was never a living thing in the first place. The texture was a strange mix of metal and fabric, with a deceptive softness, as the shape stayed firm even as you try to bend or push it to any direction. It seemed to shift with your movements, turning into shades of deep blue, vivid purple, and anywhere in between when the light hits it in a different way.

In an attempt to shove the unsettling memory to the side, you shake your head. There were still things to do, and the bread on the table would not serve itself.

You need to get a move on.

Aided by routine and muscle memory, you were able to complete all your tasks before heading to work for the day.

For some reason, exhaustion seem to seep into every inch of your body today. You caught yourself almost falling asleep on your feet several times, and even coffee seemed to have no effect on you.

When you fall asleep, It was as if you were being pulled into a boundary between realities.

—

You had no idea of how much time had passed.

It took one second for your bleary surroundings to focus, another second to even comprehend that you were definitely not at the place you fell asleep at, and another second for adrenaline to jolt you into full wakefulness. The place projects luxury, polished brown wood decorating the walls, all held up with pristine white pillars bathed in golden light that seemed to seep down from above without any discernible source.

Perhaps, most vivid of all, was the purple flames, flickering along the air without eating through the hanging banners, any symbols once etched to it now lost along with the passage of time. Beneath the banners, torches made of bronze crackle with the same purple flames, yet, no heat beyond an unassuming warmth radiated from it.

“Did the false flame capture your attention so? Surely they are not prettier than I am, hm?”

You first recognize the voice the moment you heard it, then the touch, gloved fingers gripping your chin as your head were tilted to the direction of the familiar stranger that haunted your dreams. You did not know what you expected, though perhaps, it would not be someone your entire being could recognize by instinct as a creature of the inferno.

You wince, fear driving you back.

“You wound me, surely you didn’t forget all the ways I have painted your body each night?”

Your words were caught in your throat, suffocated by realization, the confirmation that this woman with vivid, flaming horns, clad in a mixture of blue and purple and sporting a conceited, triumphant gaze was the lover in your dreams, the one responsible for your difficulty to stay awake. Reading your expression, she simply smiled, the hint of fangs peeking behind painted lips.

“Come, now, I’ll lead you to the greatest ending.”

She caressed the skin of your cheek with the pad of her thumb, the motion so sickeningly familiar, a wordless prompt for you to lean forward and follow her touch. The scenery warped with her orders, as you now stood on a plush, table-like surface she seemed to have prepared beforehand.

With a snap of her fingers, purple flames envelop your body, guiding your arms to your back as silken knots tie your body, creating an artful display as she hummed in satisfaction at the sight. Another snap, and your legs, which you have tightened without you realizing it, was now kept apart, the metal binding your ankles lined with a soft material that ensured your comfort. Only then did she press on your shoulder in a firm order to kneel.

Her hands dip down, reaching for the panties beneath your work skirt. You were soaked, your nightly habits all but prepared you for the cunning demon in front of you, and that seemed to satisfy her, as she pressed at your entrance through your clothes, purring in satisfaction as she heard the moan slipping from your lips and saw the string of liquid following her fingers as she pulled away.

“Now that is a familiar noise,” she nodded in approval, “Good girl, I will make this a fitting celebration for your stay here.”

You didn’t have time to react, time to even consider her words, as her hands glide at the side of your body, a sculptor who knew where to press and caress to create the most beautiful, raw expression. Your clothes have started to cling on you, work attire ruined by sweat under her touch, the lack of contact with skin somehow did not deter her from having her way with you. Rather, your clothes became a barrier that enhanced her touches, as slick nectar dripped down from beneath and started to pool at the bottom of the pedestal you were placed on.

She seemed to notice, scooping the slick trailing on your thighs with two fingers, before wrapping her long tongue onto the digits without caring about her soiled gloves. “Look at you, so beautiful and ready for me. Stay here, keep me company for eternity, there is no need for you to go back.”

The last words of her order seems to make something snap within her, as her movements go faster, rougher, lips kissing a bruise the skin of your exposed neck, leaving a stain from her lipstick. One hand was fingering you through your skirt, the other playing with your butt, spanking and coaxing more, more lewd noises from your lips. She was almost insatiable, even as shame hit your mind and cause you to swallow your pleasure the best you could, she seemed to know, scorching tongue warming yours in a display of ownership, stealing your breath until you saw stars at the corner of your vision.

The suffocation only made the sensations of her touch more vivid, piercing through the veil of unconsciousness that threatens to pull you into its depths. With a gaze that threatens to burn you into nothing but ashes, she slipped two fingers into your soaked entrance, and your vision went white as you burst, evidence of your shameless pleasure adding to the stain that soiled the soft material beneath.

Far from bothered, she only smiled, letting you descend down while her eyes bore into yours, pulling you into the endless pool of intense passion.

“Welcome to my halls, my little lamb. Give your prayers to me, and I will make sure everything you desire is within reach, my dear.”

As she spoke, something appeared on her fingers in a burst of purple flame, and she fed it to you before you could ask. As you bit down, you taste tart juices that turn into sweetness just before you swallowed, and then, you felt something missing.

Something was taken from you, something you could not ascertain.

Yet, before you could think of it further, the demon standing before you started to undress you, deft fingers making a slow, tantalizing show of unbuttoning your clothes.

“What are you thinking about? I would like to unwrap my present now~“

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ptn-imagines · 2 months

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can you write romantic relationship headcanons about mcqueen where the reader is also a sinner ? :D

Here you go! Admittedly I feel like there wasn't enough Sinner-specific stuff, so I added in the MBCC stuff for that reason. I'm also putting this one beneath a read more due to allusions to McQueen's self-destructive tendencies.

Romantic relationship between McQueen and Sinner!Reader

You have never heard of “the path of least resistance.” The harder they are to get, the more you want them. Or you’re just crazy. Possibly both.

The path to actually dating McQueen is going to be a long one. Oh, there will be flirting, touching, dates and possibly even more, in no small amount; however, being a Sinner isn’t a free pass into McQueen’s confidence.

The fact of the matter is that, at least at first, she is absolutely using you. You’re a fun toy to play with for a bit, and she’ll discard you when she gets bored of you. And she will get bored of you if you don’t do something to grab her attention permanently.

If you truly want to pursue a relationship with McQueen, you’ll first have to be able to see through her disguise. Background knowledge of the art world will help, but the second McQueen has you eating out of her palm, you’ve already lost your chance.

Secondly, you have to sympathize with her pain and understand what led her to this path. If you can’t do that, you’ll forever be held at arms’ length, and that’s if you’re lucky. McQueen has a lot of power, after all, and it wouldn’t be terribly difficult for her to make a troublesome Sinner sniffing around in her affairs disappear.

If you support her in her destructive path, your relationship will ultimately be a short-lived but passionate one. The two of you will burn down the filthy, sinful world around you for sure, but you’ll likewise be consumed by the inferno. You’ll have no regrets, though, and likely you’ll go to your ruination at your own hand with a vindictive sense of satisfaction.

If you want something longer-term that won’t destroy the both of you in the end, however, you need to rebuke her. Sympathize but don’t support; McQueen will scorn any idea that she can be redeemed, and indeed it’s likely she’s too entrenched in what she does to ever truly abandon it, but it’ll chip away at her defenses. Though she’ll deny it, McQueen still has fleeting fantasies about the what ifs, if her mentor hadn’t found her that fateful day. Seeing something in her she thinks is no longer attainable, giving her hope, is what will ultimately win you favor.

You’ll end up dating McQueen long before she allows herself to actually be vulnerable around you. McQueen is a whirlwind of messy feelings and contradictions and for her, the falling-in-love part comes before the development of true trust. This is going to be infuriating. There’s no two ways around it. Still, if you got this far, you knew what you signed up for. Nevertheless, no one is going to blame you if you back out now, least of all McQueen; in fact, that’s what she expects. It’s what she thinks she deserves.

Patience is key. You should be cautious about pushing McQueen past her limits when it comes to vulnerability, but at the same time don’t let her be too evasive and dodge uncomfortable subjects all the time. Her first instinct is to flee from emotional situations and avoid vulnerability and intimacy. It’s nothing to do with you, it’s just an ingrained survival instinct and trauma response in her; however, if you don’t hold her by the metaphorical scruff from time-to-time, your patience will dry up long before you make any progress with her.

Ultimately, if you can be patient with her and rein in her self-destructive tendencies, you’ll end up with a partner who might seem flamboyant and insincere to an outsider, but is in actuality incredibly attentive and adoring of you. McQueen knows your preferences down to the most minute detail, and if you’ve gotten this far, her extravagant demeanor clearly didn’t put you off. She’ll go above and beyond to spoil you, and she’ll never mess it up; each day with her will be a surprise. Just don’t think too hard about how she’s funding all this.

In addition, McQueen is incredibly tuned in to your emotional needs, and can pick up on minute cues that most others will miss. Most of the time you might not even know you’re giving off these cues; McQueen likes to joke about it by saying she’s a mind-reader.

On rare nights, if you’re lucky, you’ll get to see the side of McQueen that she’s tried to leave dead and buried. If you’ve comforted her in the wake of a terrible nightmare, held her as she shook from a particularly bad flashback, talked her down from the height of her self-harming impulses… Know that McQueen is trusting you with everything that she is. Be kind and gentle with her. She doesn’t think she deserves it, but it’s what she needs. She hates herself enough as it is. Don’t reinforce that.

Don’t expect to ever get married to McQueen, either; the whole dating thing is hard enough for her. Still, if you’ve gotten to this point, you hardly need a piece of paper to cement your relationship to one another; McQueen isn’t going anywhere unless you yourself break it off.

In the MBCC, expect McQueen to spend a lot of time around you and show you off to the other Sinners, bragging about her amazing partner. If this bothers you, tell her; contrary to the expectations many might hold of her, she’ll quit that behavior right away. You’re the most important thing to her, after all, even more so than her revenge. She can probably live without her revenge. After all, that Chief is monitoring her actions. Living without you, though? That’s an idea she doesn’t even want to entertain.

Some of McQueen’s old habits might slip through, and you might catch her flirting with MBCC staff or other Sinners. It’s not serious and she’s not even really thinking about it. Still, call her out on it if it bothers you, and… Well, she can’t promise it’ll never happen again, as flirting is part of the persona she wears, but she’ll make a concerted effort to stop, and you’ll definitely notice the dramatic decrease in flirtations.

She’s going to complain constantly about not being able to share a cell with you. You could probably convince the Chief if you want to, though. If not… Well, she’ll cope.

If you have any scruples with her forged artworks, be careful not to express any interest in any artwork, though, lest you find yourself the new owner of an “authentic” McQueen piece.

Also… If you notice your enemies in Eastside suddenly going missing or winding up dead… Well, McQueen won’t say she was involved, but she also won’t say she wasn’t. Don’t worry, though; nobody will ever connect the deaths and disappearances to you. She’s got skills that the Garden would respect, after all.

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