Reflecting on you

Request: I don't know if this has been said before but imagine a monster in the mirror. Maybe you just bought a mirror for your bedroom, maybe you bought a new house and the mirror just happened to come with it. He can switch between mirrors and loves looking at you. He can just barely watch from the angle of the mirror, while you are on the bed playing with yourself. Maybe one day he just can't take it anymore and needs to help you out :)

Demon x fem!reader || exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk (lowkey), sex toys

You didn’t like the mirror on the hallway.

Since you moved to the house, you were confused about it. It was anchored to the wall, and when you tried to take it down, your friend told you it would be impossible without breaking parts of the wall. That was already weird, but once you fully moved in, it felt like every time you passed it, your body shivered. Like somebody was looking at you from inside the mirror. You decided to cover it, maybe adding a painting over it would make it better… But it fell. Every time you tried to cover it, you found whatever on the floor the next day. You started to worry your house was haunted, but then again… the house market was bad enough that you definitive didn’t want to move from your pretty little house.

So you did what you did best: you faced the fucking demon in your house because you weren’t about to sell your house and he should respect you. You weren’t even sure if he was a he, but you didn’t fucking care. He would be a he because he was as annoying as the most annoying of your exes. You stopped covering the mirror, and you started to feel his eyes on you in every other mirror in the house. It was a presence in the back of your head, and it started to feel almost comfortable, almost cozy...

And you started getting bolder, stripping in front of the mirror, getting cocky as you walked around half naked. You could feel the eyes following you around any shiny surface in your house, and it powered you to be as clean as ever. Your inner exhibitionist was living their best life.

Until you overstepped. Going too far, playing with fire until you burned...

You sit on the floor with one of your toys next to you, facing the mirror. You open your legs slowly, the warm feeling of his eyes on you is enough to have you dripping, so you go straight for the toy, never one for slow jerk off sessions. You are fucking yourself, head thrown back and knees far apart when you hear a growl.

You scream when the big demon appears in the mirror, but as soon as his eyes land on you, you feel a calmness like any other wash over your body. “Let me help, pretty human…” His voice is guttural, as if he was talking inside a cave.

“Ho- how?” You let out, your movements stopped but your hand is still holding the toy against your pussy.

“Do as I say,” he orders, his yes fixated on your dripping pussy..

“Rub that pretty little pearl. Yes, just like that. Does it feel good?” You nod, biting your lip. “Release your lip, gorgeous. I want to hear every single sound that comes out your pretty mouth.” You do as he says, moaning as soon as you do. “Move that pretty little toy, let me see how good you look when you fall apart around it, dreaming it’s my cock, dreaming I’m the one fucking you until you are dripping. You’d like that right? Of course you would, you are a dirty girl who parades herself in front of a demon. You like to be watched, don’t you? You like knowing I always have my eyes on you?” You moan in affirmation, the combined movements of your toy and your clit driving you insane. “You can come whenever you want, human. Let me watch you…”

As if your body was expecting a signal, you scream your release, your body falling backwards as your hips roll uncontrollably around the toy. It’s maddening and fantastic, and probably the best orgasm of your life. You are breathing hard and you can feel the heat of his eyes traveling up and down your exposed body.

You open your eyes to see him staring at you, he smirks, all teeth and fangs, and whispers: “Now, now… Again.”