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lewdo · 2 days

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pick your sleep paralysis demons

#oscar piastri #alex albon #logan sargeant #lando norris

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catchingdaydreams · 3 days

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Sleep paralysis demon Miguel - Part 2

Part 1

(not proof read)

It was little over a week until any forms of sleep paralysis was forced upon you. During then you had time to think of the whole ordeal. That 'grumpy shadow', you unofficially named him for now , didn't appear the following nights either. This led to your conclusion that he only showed up with one of your episodes. You weren't looking forward to them even more now. After the last encounter you have no clue how he would react to you. You did upset him for not acknowledging his menacing gaze. But it's not your fault that just continuously staring is awkward. Its human nature.

Besides the point you needed to come up with a plan. You have no clue what that shadow man is or what caused yourself to be haunted by him. If this was becoming a frequent thing then there needs to be a way you can communicate to him. Maybe you can fix whatever bad blood between us. Maybe you could tell him to leave?

You just hope you won't provoke him....

...But that wouldn't be half enjoyable.

As the nighttime was looming over, you hopped into bed. It took you a while for your body to feel at ease but eventually you were falling to what appeared to be your slumber. But coldness of the room etched within the sheets sending in goes bumps. You tried to bury yourself further within the covers but your body was completely frozen. You signed irritatedly about your discomfort with the temperature. While tossing and turning before, much of your left leg and chest was exposed to the cold air. Every passing minute seemed to feel colder and colder. This wasn't normal, the coldness increased to the point that you could see your breath. Something supernatural was a play and you had a good guess who.

But he didn't show himself, not right away though. Miguel had bigger plans this time. It wasn't just hunger anymore. He was determined to make you fear him.

The coldness that etched into your room spewed an icy mist that made you sight hazy and dulled the rest of your senses. You tried not to panic. You really did. However, subconsciously fear had stricken you as the room grew darker and darker. The only sense that remained was your hearing. But that wasnt reliable as all you could hear was your heartbeat thumped louder and louder in your head. The only warmth that lingered was your body sweating bullets as a million thoughts were running through your mind.

Why was this time so different? Is it even the same entity doing this? Oh god, what if whatever this thing is trying to hurt you?

The last thought terrified you. Especially how exposed you felt when half your body wasn't under the sheets. Your paranoia sparked nasty ideas of something grabbing your feet and dragging you down. You thought that this terror might break your stillness, trying to move your body once more, though proved fruitfulness. You huffed at this mental strain over a flight response. Your sense we're being tested. Played like a fiddle while you were so helpless.

During your internal dilemma, you didn't notice the tapping above you. Walls groaning and creaking until it grew into a banging, vibrating the walls so violently that it shook the picture frames above.

Your mind was cleared from thought when the banging boomed above your head. You rolled your eyes up to witness who was doing it but from the angle you couldn't see anything.

What you did see was a flicker in the corner of your eye. On for a second flashed red. You blinked, focusing your vision in front of you.

There he was. Hunched over you on the bed. Almost as if he was pinning you down. What you didn't notice was that you didn't feel any weight of his body pressed onto you. You didn't know he was simply a shadow. But it's not like you knew nor cared at the moment. You were too preoccupied with how this fucken man was above you, given you looks that would kill.

You didn't know how you could be even more frozen in fear. His face was just an arms length of yours. His red glowing gaze still obscured his shadowed face, yet with being in closer proximity you could make out a scow. He took notice of moving away from his gaze to the rest of his face. He smirks, flashing his bright white fangs at you.

Miguel has been having dinner and a show with you. This time he made sure your fear persisted during his feeding. His little tricks seemed to do the work. And he certainly got a kick out of you not being a little arrogant bitch this time around when you saw him again.

Even now as he grins wildly your fear keeps growing. He thinks that you're scared of his teeth, which came up with an idea.

He leans closer to you, his mouth opens wide as he growls deeply. He aims at your throat. While he couldn't actually touch you, you didn't know that he wasn't gonna rip your voice box out. He could see your pupils dilate as a small scream emits from your closed lips. Its was almost too comical to Miguel, he grins, trying to keep in character and not laugh at you.

He might as well be drunk on your fear right now from how much you were emitting. His breath glazed over your clammy skin as he could hear how fast your heart was bumping.

Moving closer, he paused

He Noticed something above you. Miguel found your little letter that was taped on the wall above you. Glancing over it, he saw it was a message to him.

Hey shadow man, can you please stop being a creep leave me alone. I'm not into being watched by a prevy rando.

Okey thanks

It pissed him off.

Arrogant little bitch, he thought Who the hell thing they are? You were going to-

*Slap*

"Creep!!!" You cried

"Ow-fuck!!!" Miguel curses with a snarl, fangs blaring in offence. He rubs his face to ease the sting.

'She...slapped me?' He couldn't believe it.

'I slapped him' You couldn't believe it.

You both stared at each other, completely dumbfounded. It took you a few seconds to release that 'oh hey you can move now' and 'get the fuck out of here instincts' kicked in.

And get the fuck out of here you did.

With one swift motion you kicked him in the gut, causing him to fall back in surprise. Finally with him off you, this was your chance. You rummaged the sheets off and ran straight out of the room.

All the while Miguel was left on the bed to collect himself.

What the hell was going on?

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deunmiu-dessie · 20 minutes

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a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

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sydneighsays · 7 months

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Pov your dreams after you talk to that weird twink from the haunted library about your personal trauma:

Doodle I've been uninspired

#fanart #the magnus archives #tma fanart #jonathan sims #jon archivist #the magnus archive fanart #jon sims #he's creepy but I still love him I guess #My sleep paralysis demon wears a cardigan #I could make a bookmark out of this #ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this blessed read

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mikrotyalm13 · 1 month

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alright imagine. as of late, heavy breathing could be heard coming from under your bed at night. you haven't looked under there, of course, you don't have a damn deathwish, and you haven't told about it to anyone, bc people would probably think that you're crazy. or you don't trust your own ears, thinking your mind is playing tricks on you. either way, your sleep schedule is ruined.

well, what if you miraculously fell asleep but left your arm hanging off the edge of the bed? you wake up to a surprisingly warm and gentle touch to your hand. the gesture seems almost meek, too careful. you don't have any pets, and if you do, they're either sleeping in their own places or right next to you.

fell asleep, but all your limbs are on the bed? you wake up in the mornings from strange wet dreams, where terror and arousal are intertwined into one. you don't remember much of them, but the bits and pieces that remain in your memory... big, strangely familiar hands holding your hips while its own rested between your thighs. the same seemingly cursed bed, and the sheets on it, which you desperately grasp as your vision blurs in anticipation of another orgasm. you don't see faces, you don't hear voices. only heavy breathing and the warmth oozing through the skin of a creature you don't know.

#had this in drafts for half a month finally had the strengh to translate it #microtya's kids #monsterfucker #monster fucker #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster lover #teratophillia #monster under the bed x human #monster under the bed #monster under your bed #sleep paralysis demon #(maybe?)#(he's more of a creachur rather than a demon)

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whataboutthreateninganass · 7 months

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this promotional image of Bradley literally haunts my dreams:

PLEASEEEE 😭😭

why is he standing like that !!

#pov my sleep paralysis demon #poor Bradley #if someone asks me what Arthur’s energy is like #I will show them this exact photo #I’m just imagining the direction they gave him to take this photo #bradley your character is a hardened warrior who has trained in combat his whole life #so for this photo please stand there as if you have never held a sword before #and look as clueless and as lost as possible please #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin bbc #bradley james

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melverie · 1 year

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not Diavolo asking Solomon if he can be his sleep paralysis demon after they just met

#hey i just met you #and this is crazy #but could i be your sleep paralysis demon pls say yes #poor guy is so lonely #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #mel's starry musings

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decaffeinatedpartymuggoop · 21 days

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One of my fav headcanons about percabeth is Percy being Annabeth’s first friend.

Because Annabeth, seven and new and experiencing a loss, iced everyone out. She’s friends with Luke and Grover and Chiron cause that’s all she needs and honestly all she can handle.

Yes, yes, she knows all about the other campers. The Stolls version of hazing is stealing you blind when you first arrive. Clarisse is constantly fighting to prove herself, just like her. Selina believes in true love and not breaking hearts. Katie thinks straws are killing the economy. Beckendorf has a secret room all to himself. Lee secretly listens to Lady Gaga.

Some things are general public knowledge, some are secrets no one else knows. She doesn’t figure it out cause their friends, no. It’s because she’s been watching them since they arrived. From Thalia’s tree, from the Athena table, from under the shield of invisibility.

She watches, but she doesn’t interact. They don’t either, hearing stories of the little girl who stalks campers during their first week. Freaked out but mostly uncaring.

She had her people, her routine, unchanging and stable.

And then Percy came along.

He sticks around after the first week, which is weird but she’s teaching him Greek so it’s fine. But then he takes her on a quest, her FIRST one. And it’s so wonderful seeing the world and seeing it with him isn’t so bad. And then they nearly die but still come home and he’s still there. He shows her movies and music that isn’t Chiron’s old operas.

And, suddenly, she finds herself WITH him, not watching him. She’s in the moment, living it as it happens, not watching from afar.

She finds herself with a friend.

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grahamcore · 1 year

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best part about hannibal nbc is when you finish it and mads mikkelsen appears to you in a dream with a contract for your soul

#and then you wake up and hugh dancy is standing over your bed like a sleep paralysis demon #that’s the part about being a hannibal fan that nobody warns you about but we all go through it #hannibal #hannibal nbc #will graham

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ml-nolan · 5 months

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One of Rose’s friends ranting about seeing The Hat Man in their dreams and her just rolling her eyes and saying, “Yeah, my great uncle Morpheus needs a goddamn haircut.”

#rose walker #the sandman #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #the hat man #your sleep paralysis demon #has just been a sad wet cat all along

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hiort · 11 months

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pajama belphie again

#alternative pajama version #'sleepover party' where he puts you in a nice dream and just stands menacingly in your peripheral vision #sleep paralysis demon belphie. expect he doesnt scare and just stands there and chills #<3 #my art #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #obey me nightbringer #omnb #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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dragonnnfly · 1 year

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meme this screenshot?

At least one of us gets the Z’s

#okay I don’t have sleep paralysis demons #and I was an insomniac a few years ago #I’ve gotten better #still funny though #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup #rtte #race to the edge #Astrid #toothless #ask game #Ask #memes

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starsnores · 1 month

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I adore your nun Karkat, he’s stunning. Your Karkat in general is so pleasing, and your Gamzee is ethereally handsome. In my mind, Karkat leaves the convent after demon Gamzee left him with a “surprise” that would make it very clear he didn’t stay true to his vows.

Oh thank you. That's a fun thought! Happened in the middle of the night, would've been convinced it was a dream if not for the very obvious aftermath between his legs.

#listen if your sleep paralysis demon looked like that!! easy choice #asks

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cherrytraveller · 2 months

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