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February Filth Fest : DAY THREE : MIRROR SEX … mature one - shot

paring : ???!yeosang x evil queen!f!reader

genre : snow white au, smut, fantasy, mutual pinning, slight romance

word count : 1.4k

warnings : language, yn stresses about being beautiful, mention of death, allusion to family trauma

smut warnings : mirror sex, unprotected sex, body worship, fingering

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

being queen means to also be the most beautiful, thankfully your magic mirror was always there to tell you so.

DAY TWO ↤ THE MAGIC MIRROR ↦ DAY FOUR

you let out an annoyed sigh as your chamber doors closed behind you. you walked over to your vanity, heels clicked against the floor as you sat down gracefully on the velvet covered bench.

"why the long face, your highness?" a voice speaks up behind you. you look into your vanity mirror to see yeosang standing closely behind you.

you noted that even dressed in a simple blouse and black pants, he looked handsome. the blouse was unbuttoned a little at the top so you could see his chest peeking out. you couldn't help but stare, yeosang was just too gorgeous.

"you're very tense, your highness," he says, hands coming up to massage your shoulders. you let out a sigh of relief at his hands as they slowly begin to help release the tension in your shoulders and you feel like everything that annoyed you today with the court could be pushed to the back of your mind.

"those stupid nobles stress me out, telling me i need to remarry or else that bastard's daughter will take my place on the throne," you say with a huff.

yeosang let's out a laugh at your words, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. "didn't the princess runaway not too long ago?"

"yes, but that doesn't mean she won't try to come back," you said, a frown decorating your lips. your mother's voice however, is quick to fill your ears, screaming at you to not frown.

"frowning causes wrinkles, y/n, and having wrinkles will make you undesirable," she would say whenever she caught you frowning.

you had to be the most beautiful. there was no such thing as an ugly queen.

the king chose you as his wife because you were beautiful, nothing else. his first wife was beautiful and so it was obvious that his second wife also had to be beautiful.

that's why your mother always stressed to you about being beautiful. because if she couldn't be queen, then you would.

she would live her life through you and that's exactly what she did. you remember her forbidding you from seeing yeosang, saying that he will never be able to help you become queen. and so when she found out you were secretly meeting with yeosang behind her back.

she punished you for it.

and so you did what she wanted by marrying the king, becoming a step-mother to his daughter who wasn't that much younger than you, and eventually the queen.

and so when you reunited with yeosang, you knew that you had to get rid of the people that would stop you from being with him.

"don't think of the past, my queen," yeosang's voice shatters you from your thoughts and you look up at him.

"i can't help it, my mother's voice is a constant nagging in my head," you say as you move, attempting to get up, but yeosang stops you. pushing down on your shoulders to get you to sit back down.

"shall i help you destress then?"

you let out a gasp followed by a moan as you watched yeosang stuff your pussy with his fingers. your head was thrown back on his shoulder as his fore and middle finger scissored you open and his other hand came to rub tight circles on your clit.

the large floor length mirror in your chamber perfectly captures both your expressions and yeosang's actions. you can't help the moans that escape you and you know it only encourages yeosang to continue his ministrations.

"y-yeosang!" you cry out and he presses a kiss to your temple before he's curving his fingers inside of you and rubbing against your sweet spot. he repeats these actions, over and over again until the coil in the stomach snaps and warmth overtakes you.

you try to pull away from yeosang's touch, but yeosang holds you close and your orgasm washes over you. he slows down his fingers before he comes to a stop, but doesn't remove his fingers.

"so beautiful," he says, before finally pulling his fingers out of you. you watch his fingers trail up towards his mouth in the mirror. you watch with glazed eyes as he licks your juices off his fingers.

while you are coming down from your climax, yeosang moves you both onto your bed. you are immediately met with your own reflection thanks to the mirror positioned above you. yeosang sits at the foot of your bed, his hands trailing up your legs, over your knees, and to your thighs before letting them run back down.

he brings one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, and through the reflection you watch as he presses firm kisses on your skin. starting from your ankle and traveling up your body and you watch as his body comes to cover your own in the mirror. hiding all but your face from view as you feel yeosang's lips pressing heavy into your skin.

yeosang presses one final kiss to your lips as you feel him enter you and you moan into the kiss as his cock stretches you out. your arms wrap around his broad shoulders to hold in him close as he begins to thrust into you. the head of cock hitting your sweet spot like his fingers had only a few minutes ago.

you feel a layer of sweat begin to form on your body, your hair sticking to your forehead and you notice yeosang also beginning to look the same. the sound of skin hitting skin filling your ears and you can't help but clench around yeosang.

his own moans fill your ears as his lips press against the shell of your ear and you turn your head just a little bit so the two of you could share a kiss. you're reminded briefly of the last kiss you both shared before your mother forced you away from him. and punishing you for loving him.

"y-yeosang, yeosang! am i... fuck– do you love?" you ask, feeling your legs tremble from the pleasure. yeosang continues to thrust into you, and you look up into the mirror positioned above your bed to watch as yeosang and your bodies become one. his hips move at a hurried pace in order to bring the both of you to your climaxes.

you run your nails down his back and watch the red lines appear on his skin.

"y-yes, fuck– my queen. the most beautiful!" he says before smashing his lips to yours in a kiss full of nothing but lust, teeth, and spit.

yeosang pulls away in order to drill his hips faster into you, spreading your legs further apart and folding you in half effortlessly as he thrusts into you. his thrusts begin to become rushed and out of pace and you encourage yeosang to go faster, knowing that his climax is approaching him. and your own is also close.

then finally, yeosang cums with a cry of your name and you follow seconds later with your own cry.

the two of you lay in your bed next to each other. coming down from your orgasm once again, you find yourself staring into your reflection above you. you and yeosang make eye contact through the mirror and he gives you a smile.

"yeosang... am i the fairest?" you ask and yeosang rolls onto his side, and pulls you closer to him.

"of course, my queen," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple and you smile before closing your eyes and falling asleep in yeosang's hold.

you wake up the next morning feeling better after a long night's sleep. standing up, you pull your robe over your body before brushing your hair. then you look towards the enchanted mirror that hangs on the wall of your chamber. you then stand up and walk over to the mirror.

"mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" you ask, looking at the enchanted mirror that hung on the wall in your chamber. your purple satin robe was pulled around your body and your hair cascaded down your body. you were as natural as the day you were born.

you watched with a baited breath as the mirror swirled around revealing the face of the magic mirror and your heart clenched.

"you are, my queen," yeosang's voice rings throughout your chamber and you couldn't help the smile that graced your lips, tears rolling down your face.

"perfect."

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I am just imagining Seonghwa pinning his hands above your head as he proceeds to pound the breath out of you.

A/N: gender neutral, bit of dirty talk, god im just drooling happily, dom!hwa this time~

“Had enough yet?”

His pace is relentless, you can only imagine how sore you’ll be in the morning. Wrapping your legs around his waist only intensified the pleasure. Warmth blossomed in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t help but chew on your bottom lip, holding back a moan.

“Put your hands together,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at him, but interlaced your fingers regardless. He only nodded, swiping hair out of his eyes before pushing your hands over your head.

“So good for me,” he purred, “Look at how well you let me fuck you.”

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you guys need to be normal about people who don't like penetration. people who don't get hard easily. people who finish quickly. people who participate in kink without having sex. people who don't like being touched. people who don't like giving head. people who only like penetration. people who (almost) always squirt. people who take a long time to cum. people who have a hard time getting wet. people who don't talk during sex or anything else that is not part of the way you think people or bodies should behave during sex

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GOING FERAL AS I SPEAK LIKE WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR KANG YEOSANG. LIKE HE LOOKS SO AHDBHJDBNDAKS

okay but imagine this

michelin chef!yeosang who runs a fancy high-end three-star restaurant that takes months in advance to get a booking at. he's renowned for his incredible cuisines that combine flavour with art but he's notorious amongst his staff for being cold, blunt and intolerant of any dish that is less than perfect

you're a distinguished food critic who has travelled the world and dined at more michelin-star restaurants than you can count. it hasn't been long since you've arrived back in korea after reviewing a restaurant in spain. you have a booking for a restaurant that has rapidly made a name for itself over the last two years, under the tight reign of kang yeosang. you're intrigued to see the skills of a pretty face

as you're served course after course, you can see why his restaurant has its three star rating. each dish is presented with delicacy and finesse, the textures and flavours exquisitely balanced in harmony, setting luxurious and servers graceful. but as with any work of art, it's subjective to the consumer. and quite frankly? there's nothing particularly special about kang yeosang's cuisines that make them stand out in the long list of three-star restaurants

and you're honest with such. you publish your review and it quickly garners attention because you're one of the first critics to stand on the other side of the fence in terms of what kang yeosang's restaurant can deliver to its patrons

yeosang has had plenty of critics, journalists, bloggers and tourists review his restaurant before; people with huge social media followings and people who simply review for their own keepsake. regardless, he's never been concerned over the reviews. he knows his restaurant and his skills are the best out there. and yet, it would be a lie to say that yeosang is indifferent to your review

one of his staff had passed him a tablet, your published words glaring on the screen. yeosang thumbs through it noncommittally before thrusting the tablet back into the wringing hands of his staff. "you think this shit is worth any of my time?" he scoffs and the employee scurries away

he turns back to his countertop, fingers gripping the edge a little harder than he would like to admit while he stares at the puree and spiced crumb he has been preparing. one corner of his mouth lifts up in a sneer as your name repeats itself in his mind

y/n, huh. he's going to prove you wrong and make you eat your own words

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ALRIGHT PACK IT UP WE GOTTA GET OUT SAN FOUND FANFIC

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i love that post thats like “never trust how you feel about your life after 9pm” that shit changed my life. every time i feel bad i look at the clock and i’m like Aha It’s 10:26 PM You Cannot Fucking Fool Me

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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MATZ

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Should I open kinktober requests?

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Can we talk abt how pretty seonghwa would look all tied up, and gagged, drool pooling at the sides of his mouth, pretty little cock up and hard with a tiny vibrator attatched to his leaking tip. Cute little muffled cries as you watch him cum over and over.

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It is my goal to get the first chapter of that pirate au fic published in 2024.

And more headcanons.

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you are personally and directly hit by a bus¹ and isekai-ed, via resurrection, into the body of the main character your most recent WIP

reblog and tell me: on a scale of 1–10, how screwed are you right now?

¹ this is, transparently, a plot device, so if you are about to tell me "joke's on you, I never leave my fifteenth floor apartment!" then you may rest assured it will have tremendous comedic value when the bus is launched into the sky and crashes through your apartment wall to flatten you anyway

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wanna know something that still baffles me about the atiny fanfiction community?? the fact that there is a staggering lack of pirate!ateez au fics. like piracy is a part of ateez’s canon lore…they’re literally pirates in their storyline. you’d think there would be a countless amount of pirate!ateez fics, but nope. sadly it seems there’s hardly any at all. or at least, not as many as there should be. granted, i really only read fanfiction on here, so ao3 or wattpad could have a good many, but still. i still think there needs to be more pirate!ateez fics!!

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ateez MTL likely to masturbate to their s/o's cologne/perfume? (i'm 19)

A/N: i can nOT help myself here. Also not in the requested format because I felt a huge need to elaborate, so it's more a reaction of them getting turned on.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: dacryphilia, masturbation, goofy romantic down bad teezers, they miss you :(, gn!reader, yeosang steals your underwear for a good cause, oral, pillow humping, slight possession/jealousy,

Hongjoong: It wouldn’t matter what scent so much to him as long as the fragrance was something uniquely yours. He wouldn’t want to smell it on anyone else except yourself and him. He definitely holds your scent as something very precious and uniquely you, like he would be heartbroken without it but if its on anyone else?? Hes going to commit crimes. If he’s ever getting off to it, he’s probably crying and missing you really bad. Probably just wants to be held, to have his head in your lap and fingers in his hair. It just feels like home to him.

Seonghwa: The two of you would either use the same scent, one that matches the two of you as a pair, or he carries a sample/travel spray to have a reminder of you on tour. Gets teased for being down bad when the whole group wishes they had that idea first. Your scent would be a comfort to him, one when he is desperate for you to hold. Would shiver and moan, imagining your lips around his cock instead of his fingers. Also the type to know which scents would suit your tastes best. Lowkey a candle guy too, that soft romantic vibe is a favorite of his. Not necessarily even for fucking, just seems like the kind of guy to like the vibes.

Yunho: It wasn’t even a spray, it was hardly a soap. For once, you are away instead of him and there’s this ache in his heart. And in his pants. So he ruts against your pillow, grinding his weepy cock against the fabric and eventually resorts to his hand to get himself off. His hair falling into his face as he spurts onto his chest. Sweet baby just misses you so much. Lets you pick a scent out for him :( Don’t get him started on your lotion.

Yeosang: Probably steals your underwear too. Would get you a fragrance sampler and let you punish him if he guessed wrong. Super particular, also would find you fragrances and such on tour. You might have a collection. Yeosang swears he doesn’t have a problem. Really really likes when you only wear a fragrance. Another one down bad on tour like help him please. Happily gets off to any of your smells, anytime, anywhere. Sounds and feels perverted, but Yeosang is just so sweet about it that you can’t find room to argue. Especially if he gives you oral. He’s just so desperate for you, like legitimately drunk on your scent.

San: So I’m in love with back muscles?? My brain consumed by post shower San, towel around waist, and wet hair plastered to his face. That towel tented as he raised yours to his nose. He buried his face in it, his body still dripping from his shower. High pitched moan, you know the one. Definitely not the type to sob when he misses you on tour, but definitely the type to jack off three times a day. Just wants to spoon you when he returns.

Mingi: Wouldn’t even realize how much he missed your scent when he was away. Discovers this one day when a publicist or reporter or interviewer or some other person he passively encounters that smells like you but is definitely not you and it throws him off. Not overly obsessed with it but no one else is allowed to smell like you. Not in the possessive way like hongjoong, more in a “help this is not my babe” kind of way. Lost puppy honestly. Probably buys you like eighty new ones each tour.

Wooyoung: Literally the weakest of the bunch, someone help him. Really really just wants to hold you close, skin on skin, etc. Either a big goofy romantic soft boy about it or grinding you into the mattress. Moans at the way your lips practically burn his skin. Wants to feel your warmth, denies he is missing you on tour. Smells your scent once and cries that night. Or facetimes you for some phone sex. Either or.

Jongho: He would catch a whiff of it and not think much of it at first sniff. Then he catches it on you again. And again. Soon the scent becomes associated with you and his mind grows dizzy if he smells it. Might also like smelling his cologne on you too. It’s his comfort, it’s what he smells when his lips are connected to your neck and he trembles under your touch. Less tied to his personal identity, it’s more like a blanket of warmth when he needs it most. Doesn’t seem the type to get off while on tour, but if he’s really desperate. Loves it most when he finally returns home and it’s stronger than ever.