You know how you unexplainably look extremely hot in bathroom mirrors? Especially the obscure bathrooms in the middle of nowhere.
Imagine a spirit (or spirits) that live behind the mirrors and fantasize about seeing an elusive treasure of a human (you).
Once the spirit(s) see you they start to follow you, they just can’t wait to see you in any mirror anywhere.
You, that might be insecure or not exactly photogenic, that can not fathom that someone sees you at your best every day, that is all they see, and they are obsessed.
Maybe the mirror monsters are possessive and will fight tooth, nail, and claw, to live in your bedroom mirror.
Maybe the mirror monsters are down to share you, maybe they crowd around your mirrors waiting to catch a glimpse of you together.
Mirror monsters who stroke their cocks while they watch you do your makeup, especially of you do goth or alternative makeup. Why couldn’t your lipstick be one of their cocks? They would love to cum on your face and see you rub it in like your primer or foundation. Would you blush the same color as your powder while they fuck you stupid?
Mirror monsters who drool and cry at the thought of watching you change. These monsters will wait hours on end in your bathroom to see you get dressed in the morning or after a shower.
Mirror monsters who live in your bathroom and always get to hear you pleasuring yourself in the shower.
And the fun part is, you will never know about them. And never know how much they truly adore you until one monster is brave enough to brake a mirror and drag you through the frame.
Yes, I decided to post this for Valentine’s Day. What of it? Self-love is also love! (and the priority list from last year needs to be finished...)
Contains: past tense, mirror yokai x narcissistic(?) fem!reader, dub con, objectification kink + mirror kink, selfcest tribbing, three invisible men??, double & triple penetration (oral, anal, vaginal), fellatio, doggy position, marathon till c*ckdrunk?, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: the ungaikyo (mirror beyond the clouds) reveals the true appearance of demons or captures the person who gazes into it inside; a mirror over a hundred years old develops a spirit and therefore becomes a yokai
After your grandmother died, you inherited several things from her, including an antique mirror. It was a large and bulky thing, almost resembling a door, its age showing on the intricate frame, and while you had repeatedly insisted on having it, you barely had any room for it. As such, for lack of a better place, you had it facing your bed.
A friend of yours who was into fengshui frowned at your decision, saying it would bring bad luck, but there really wasn’t any other spot for the mirror, so you just waved it off. Anyway, you believed in neither luck nor ghosts, so what could happen?
After a good cleanup, the mirror’s surface reflected you with perfect clarity. It allowed you to admire yourself however you liked, be it dressed, undressed, lying in bed, or even masturbating, to the point where you became so obsessed with the mirror you even dreamt of it. And this one night, your dream felt particularly real.
You opened your eyes to thick fog wafting out of the mirror like clouds. It covered the floor and reached up to the edge of your bed, feeling cool when you stepped into it.
Standing before the mirror, it first reflected nothing before slowly forming your image. ‘She’ smiled at you and apropos of nothing started undressing. ‘Her’ hands kneaded ‘her’ breasts, causing ‘her' nipples to harden, and then slipped a hand into ‘her' panties, the fabric clearly outlining how ‘she' massaged ‘her' pussy and slipped a finger inside.
Just watching made your breath hitch and pussy tingle.
You subconsciously followed ‘her’ movements, wanting to experience the same pleasure ‘she’ did while watching ‘her’ face flush and eyes glaze over with fascination. It looked so good, it made you want to fuck yourself so badly, making you wish you could split yourself into multiples instead of pathetically pressing up against a mirror like this.
Then ‘she’ stopped. ‘Her’ hand reached out to you, piercing through the mirror and inviting you inside.
You didn’t even register that ‘her’ hand was as reflective as chrome before you grabbed it, letting ‘her’ pull you into the mirror.
The next moment, you found yourself in a box made of countless mirrors, endlessly reflecting your disheveled figure no matter where you looked. Some made you seem far away, others almost incredibly close, and there were also those that had been fixed at skewed angles…
Then you were grabbed. Invisible hands caressed your skin, pulled the sparse clothes off your body and displayed you before the mirrors in all your naked glory. They cupped your breasts and tugged on your erect nipples, groped your ass and thighs and pinched your clit until slick dripped from your needy pussy as if you were drooling.
You moaned excitedly, and the invisible hands seemed to take this as invitation.
Of the invisible hands holding and groping you, one set gradually became visible. By all means they were your hands as you knew them, attached to your arms and your body, but it wasn’t you.
The oh-so-familiar mirror version of you smiled and licked her lips in a sensual display that aroused you further, all the while rubbing your clit in an excruciatingly slow, teasing manner. Her fingers kept pulling apart your folds and prodding your drooling hole without really entering, leaving you hanging, highly aroused and almost painfully erect. When you nearly couldn’t bear it anymore, she and the invisible hands led you to sit down on the cool mirrored floor. Then she hooked her legs around you, grabbed your waist and pulled you close, pressing your breasts and clits against each other.
You moaned, your voice echoing from the mirrors reflecting your tightly embracing bodies.
Without thinking, you kissed her, kissed yourself.
Seeing your flushed cheeks and wet eyes was just too much. It made you want to feel yourself, to fuck yourself until you couldn’t move anymore.
Seeing your look of enjoyment, the mirror-you smiled slyly.
She grabbed you harder, breaking the deep kiss of entangled tongues to pin you onto the floor and make your lower lips kiss with a squelch. Her clit pushed against yours, folds were parted to let your erect pussies fit intimately together, every roll of her hips making you moan and tremble.
Through an angled mirror above you, you could see yourself. Lying on the mirrored floor, flushed from head to toe, invisible hands groping your body and pinching your nipples, pussies squeezing together in a wet collision that left milky slick pooling beneath you — it was a feast for your eyes. You looked so sexy, so seductive, so loved that you couldn’t bear it anymore.
With a cry, you threw your head back and came.
Your pussy fluttered around nothing, momentarily heightening your sensitivity.
And just then as you were still riding the high of your orgasm, two invisible cocks were shoved into you. One penetrated your sopping wet, still fluttering pussy in one swift stroke, while the other was stuffed into your wide open mouth, grazing your teeth and pressing against your tongue.
You couldn’t see anyone, yet your senses clearly told you there were two hot, erect cocks thrusting into you.
Focusing in one direction, you glimpsed your lips forced apart by an invisible length, tongue curling around nothing as drool flowed from the corners of your mouth. Then you turned your eye elsewhere, and you came almost face-to-face with a mirror reflecting your stretched pussy, red and erect and clinging to the unseen cock with every thrust. Every move squelched, only accompanied by your incessant moans, and they made you feel better than any dildo of yours ever had.
Breasts bouncing and ass shaking, the cocks accelerated until it felt less like love and more like desperately fucking a toy. As if you were a doll, made your their pleasure, only able to admire your ravaged body in the mirrors.
Your eyes rolled when you came. At the same time, you felt hot cum shoot into your pussy and mouth, overflowing as the two cocks pulled out. The taste was slightly strange, reminding you of iron, yet you paid it no mind.
When the invisible hands pulled you up, you almost couldn’t stay still from how much your thighs were trembling.
Now on all fours, you could see your hanging tits with their swollen nipples and your engorged folds, and also the clear imprint of a set of hands spreading your ass cheeks. A cock parted your folds, another poked at your asshole, and yet a third pressed its hot, smooth glans to your lips.
Like the obedient little toy you were, you opened your mouth and watched yourself stick out your tongue. As you did, you felt the slit of the cock, a slight dip amidst the spongy smoothness leaking a drop of cum. It made you swirl your tongue around and take the head in, gently sucking on the hot cock. And just as you were enjoying yourself, the other two sprang into action.
You clearly saw one of the cocks enter your pussy. It was bigger than the one previously fucking your pussy, also longer, taking its sweet time till it bottomed out. Then it held still.
Just as you were dedicatedly sucking the first cock and thinking the second one was simply cock-warming inside you, the third one moved. Without the expected pain, it forced its way into your ass. Your puckered little hole was opened without any resistance, the wrinkles smoothed out by the cock gently yet cruelly spearing it. You felt it hilt, tightly pressed against your ass.
All openings filled, you looked like a statue in an interactive sex toy museum. Just a series of willing, fuckable holes waiting for a guest to take claim and pump you full of their cum, till it overflowed and painted you in filthy, sticky white.
Finally, they started moving.
Slow thrusts tested the waters. They almost felt gentle, exploring how your body swelled and you gripped the cocks as if reluctant to let go.
Then you deliberately clenched your abdomen.
Squeezed by your tight ass and pussy, the two cocks twitched noticeably. Provoked by this daring act of yours, they immediately increased their pace.
Muffled moans overflowed from your mouth as the first fierce slam into your pussy jolted you forward, pressing the cock into the back of your throat. You felt the other two cocks press against each other through the thin wall of your insides separating them, creating a slight visible bulge in your belly. They rutted into you without caring for your pleasure, chasing some unknown high only they knew about and repeatedly flooding your insides with cum.
It was impossible to tell whether they never grew tired or there were more than three, but they just kept fucking you.
Friction built heat until your abdomen seemed to burn, one orgasm after another leaving you weak and shaky and more sensitive than ever. The squelching of your holes had become a background noise and your moans and cries hoarse as if your vocal cords had been ground down with sandpaper. You were groped and fucked until all you had on your mind were cocks filling your holes, pistoning without pause.
A cock throbbed heavily as it came. Cum erupted against your core, producing a sloshing sound as it thrust messily, and a new load of hot sticky fluid overflowed from your puffy pussy, trickling down the inside of your thighs.
And even then, the fucking continued.
They just kept pounding into you, stuffing you full of their tangy seed, going and going until you passed out.
When you woke up, you felt like... you’d been fucked for hours. As if that dream of entering the mirror was real, leaving you with aching hands, bruised knees, chapped lips and raw holes.
Sleepily rubbing your eyes, you glanced at the mirror.
And there you saw, marring the smooth reflective surface, a sweaty handprint.
The fact that some kids come from “our” world makes a lot of sense if you consider the OG comics. In the second comic with the humpback girl and her (shit ass) friends, they’re completely unaware of the existence of monsters, and from a throwaway line, it’s heavily implied that the humpback girl had encountered the north wind in some form. She also encounters the mirror monster and the ferryman. This makes me think that all three do have the power to cross worlds and take children back with them, and that there’s something about the humpback girl that made her a target. At the end of TSON, the ferryman says something about children blooming(NOT IN THE SENSE OF PUBERTY) which I personally think is when a child stands up/faces their fears, which is shown when all of them are taken. Noone fought back against the one armed dummy and faced the ferryman, the refugee boy refused to run from the north wind, and the Humpback girl looked into the mirror despite being afraid.
Guys
Gals
Non-binary pals
Mono had T.V powers
He can go through the T.Vs and he became the Thin Man
Now
In the trailer
We see Alone fall into a mirror
And their face is covered
Now hear me out on this
What if
Alone
is The Mirror Monster?
I remembered the reflections on the mirror just a smidge too late. Oh well. Maybe it's so close to the glass that it's blocking them with its shadowy body.
