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v.13.10.23 day seven: spectrophilia ( nsfw )

woman in the mirror — lyla ( spiderverse ) : you keep seeing things in your home. you might be going crazy or you might actually be seeing a woman in your mirror.

marks spectrophilia. ghost!lyla. praising. fingering in front of a mirror.

you’re going crazy, you’re sure of it. you have to be, because otherwise…there’s a woman in your mirror. and that brings up too many questions you don’t really want the answers for. you’re going crazy. let’s just settle it at that, you personally don’t mind it. what’s that saying? ‘all the best people are’?

your friend had mockingly stated that your house was haunted, that a ghost was watching you. you laughed it off, because there’s no such thing as ghosts. but there’s also no such thing as a woman who stares back at you when you get ready for the day. you wanted to believe that your mind was playing tricks on you, believe that it was just your reflection distorted for some reason. but even you weren’t in that much denial. it was a whole nother woman.

now your friends are saying you’re crazy, as you go off on tangents about this woman. they don’t believe you, of course they don’t. you don’t even believe what you’re seeing. maybe being ‘crazy’ is okay. because you’d much rather that then waking up in the middle of the night to see a shadow pass by your bed.

it was obviously late, a time many called the ‘witching hour’. your fluttering gaze had caught sight of a shadow. blame it on your half awake state. and that’s what you did, rolling over, trying to get back to sleep. but you could almost feel the shadow move closer, it’s presence sending shivers down your spine. now you’re more awake, almost holding your breath at the feel of a persons eyes on you. without thinking you quickly sit up, gazing around your room.

no one. besides the dark shadows of your hung up clothes and random tossed bags. you sigh, eyes squinting against the dark. partial light seeped through the cracks of your blinds, giving you some help in looking around. your gaze stops on your mirror. from your place on your bed you can’t actually look into it, and over better curiosity you slip out from under the covers. was it the woman? but as far as you knew she stayed in the confines of the mirror. maybe that’s why you could normally sleep at night, thinking that she had restrictions.

but all this time had she been coming…closer? you near the mirror and gaze into it, seeing your tired self staring back. you step closer, grazing your fingertips along the glass. and that’s when you feel a breath by your ear. whipping around, you can feel your heart jump. but of course no one stands behind you. then with no warning the sound of smashing glass meets your ears, making your heart leap. swiftly turning back to the mirror, your lips parted in shock.

the glass has shattered, pieces now littered on you bedroom carpet. you gaze back up to the mirror, your reflection now partial and distorted, but even you can catch the fear in your eyes. “sorry for the mess, hon” the woman’s voice meets your hears making your breathing hitch, as you spin around. your brows are creased, as are your palms sweaty. “i’m…sorry?” you say with a mix of confusion, your softness speaking volumes.

a floating chuckle fills your room, sending unmistakable shivers down your spine. “oh no need to be so frightened, dear. i don’t mean any harm.” the voice is tantalisingly sweet, certain words sounding closer than others. “are you…” you gulp. “are you the woman who’s been…in the mirror?”

the almost floating sounds stops, setting the room into an uncomfortable silence. “the woman in the mirror…” she mutters almost thoughtfully, but your back stiffens because she sounds so close. “quite catchy, actually.” she hums. you press your lips together, shaking your head as you rub at your temples. this isn’t real. you’re dreaming.

“sweetheart...” the voice is pressed right up to your ear, making you jump. “look into the mirror.” you don’t want to do as she says but you find yourself compelled to. looking back to the mirror you’re shocked to see that it’s mended, the shattered glass all fixed. but what has your mouth opening is the sight of the woman, standing right behind you, her chin by your shoulder as she smirks at the reflection.

you glance to the side, expecting to see her face, but all you catch is your ruffled sheets atop your bed on the other side of your room. confused you glance back to the mirror. she’s still stood there, watching your reactions with amusement. “how…” you murmur. “how do you think, hon? because I’m still trying to figure it out myself. normally no one can see me.” as she speaks, her hand shifts to trail her dainty fingers along the edge of your sleep shorts, grazing your thigh, and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“but you…you can feel that cant you?” her breath tickles your ear, as your reactive skin gives her her answer. “why have you been…watching me?” you ask hesitantly. “because i didn’t think you’d see.” she hums, her gaze now fixated on your thigh, her finger now joined by another as she trails pattens. “i didn’t think i’d be able to touch you.” a hand slides up to your chin, directing your gaze back to the mirror, because you had begun to stare at where her hand was stroking you. you couldn’t see her doing it but you could feel it.

“can you watch f’me? i need to see you looking.” your chest is moving quicker as she presses her body against your back, her hand on your chin moving down to grip at your waist, pulling you further back into her. you’re entirely frozen, unsure of what to do to, and if this is even real. “god…” she hums. “you have such soft skin.” she keeps her mouth by your ear, making you gulp, your stomach fluttering of its accord.

then you find her hand dipping into your sleep shorts making your breathing hitch, but she shushes you, tightening her grip on your waist. “i haven’t touched anyone in a long time. and all i thought i could do was watch you. do you really think now that i can feel you, i’ll just…stop?” she asks, mouth open by your ear, as she then finds your pussy, feeling your body jolt. she coos at you with a smirk. “oh, honey…you should feel how wet you are” she chuckles, sliding her fingers up and down your slit, just spreading your arousal around.

why were you aroused? you shouldn’t be aroused. “keep watching…that’s it.” she hums, finding your clit and making swirling circles that make your knees feel weaker. but she keeps you steady by that grip to your waist, holding you against her body as she chuckles at your state. you meet her gaze as she almost nods, your parting lips leaving room for your breathless sounds. “i’ve just realised something…” she hums, licking at her lower lip. “i haven’t introduced myself yet.” she then slips two fingers inside you, making your hips stutter, as the sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of you fills the room.

“how rude of me.” her voice stays this sweet and charming tone, even as she thrusts her fingers deeper into you. “i’m lyla…nice to meet you.” she’s now placing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck slowly, keeping you close against her as she licks at certain parts of your skin. “and where are your manners, honey?”

and through stuttered breathes you manage “nice to m-meet you too, l-lyla—oh god—“ the moment the first portion of her name left your lips, she slipped in a third finger in, as she hums into your neck, meeting your fluttering gaze in the mirror. “you’re so adorable.” she grins, dragging her lips along your shoulder, as you shake. your hips are moving on their own as your body chases after the high she’s giving.

“thanks so much for helping me get outta there…such a sweetheart aren’t you?” she’s rubbing at your clit with her thumb, as she keeps hitting your g-spot, curling appropriately as you finally come undone, breathes choking and hiccuping as you orgasm all over her hand, as she places far too sweet of a kiss on your skin. “just perfect…” she murmurs, an underlying promise of something that in that moment you don’t quite catch.

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