Pairing: (sleep paralysis demon) Eddie X (f) Reader
WC: 2539
Summary: Are you really trying to summon what you believe is your best friend as a demon?
CW: /uses reader like a rag doll/pinv(unprotected)/oral(f receiving/)fingering/oral(m receiving)/one small bite/bruising/dominate Eddie/ I think that’s it??
A/N: I feel like I flew too close to the sun with this one. It’s not super long but was way more difficult to write than I expected?? I hope yall enjoy :)) & thank you @fizzing-imagines for reading it over :))
You hadn’t been sleeping well the past few nights.
Constant nightmares- at least, that’s what most people would call them. But for you, they were something else. A twisted mix of lucid dreaming, sleep paralysis, and terror, all in one.
They always started the same way. Your eyes snap open, your body feels frozen, and your gaze is locked on your closet doors as they creaked open inch by inch- revealing a looming figure. The silhouette was unmistakable. The wild curls, the leather jacket… it had to be your best friend, Eddie Munson.
But before the shadowed form could ever reach you, before you could even fully call out to him, your body would jerk awake.
You brushed it off as the result of getting too stoned before bed- or maybe just your massive, unspoken crush on your best friend.
Still, you stuck to your nightly routine, hoping that one of these nights, you’d finally be able to touch the figure haunting your dreams.
Tonight was no different. A hot shower, a fat bowl, and then bed- Eddie filling your thoughts as you drifted into a deep sleep.
3:33 AM
“Something’s wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight…”
A deep whisper, that sounded right beside your ear.
Your eyes shot open, searching for the source, but you felt paralyzed. A crushing weight pinned you down, stealing the air from your lungs. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t even scream if you wanted to.
The shadows in your room twisted, moving like they were alive. And then, from the dark void of your closet, he appeared.
Your breath caught. It was him.
Eddie.
But not the Eddie you knew.
The dim glow of the streetlight outside your window barely illuminated him, but it was enough. Enough to see the unnatural darkness of his eyes- pitch black voids that swallowed every sliver of light, rather than the warm brown ones you had come to love. Enough to see the way his grin stretched just a little too wide, a glint of something sharp behind his lips.
Fangs?
“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word…”
The words slithered from his lips in a low, mocking whisper, his voice curling around you like smoke, like fog, like him- the weight pinning you, the shadow pressing into your bones, the reason your heart pounded like a drum.
And then, in a single movement, he was hovering over you.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” His voice dripped with amusement, his ringed fingers skimming over your throat, down to your collarbone. His touch was ice and fire all at once, burning through the border of reality. “All those nights, begging me to come closer… to touch you.”
A violent shudder wracked through your body. His grin widened.
“Always so tempting when you’re like this,” he murmured, his lips dragging along your jaw, slow, deliberate- just enough to steal the breath from your lungs. “So soft… so easy to break.”
A single finger trailed lower, teasing- taunting- igniting something deep within you, despite the chill of his touch. He tilted his head, watching as you struggled, helpless yet unafraid.
“You like this, don’t you?” His voice was velvet, filled with something dangerous. “Being at my mercy. Knowing I could do whatever I wanted to you.”
The thrill of it moved through your veins like fire.
His weight shifted, and suddenly, his mouth was right at your ear, his breath hot as he whispered—
“Dreams of war, dreams of liars… dreams of dragon’s fire.”
His fingers tightened around your wrists, pressing them into the mattress on each side of your stomach, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
“You can’t move,” he mused, sliding his knee between your legs. “But you want to, don’t you?”
His body was heavy against yours, his touch deliberate- possessive, teasing the last of your sanity.
“All you have to do is say it,” he murmured, lips barely brushing yours, his voice the only tether in this endless dream. “Tell me you want it, sweetheart… and I’ll make it real.”
The weight. The heat. The hunger in his gaze. It was too much.
Your lips parted, your breath shaky, and the word spilled out in a whisper—
“I want it.”
His grin sharpened, his grip tightened, and his body pressed flush against yours.
Then, finally- his mouth crashed into yours. The moment his lips met yours, a wave of relief washed over you. Your chest felt lighter, sensation returning to your limbs like a jolt of energy.
With your newfound freedom, your fingers tangled into his hair, attempting to yank him closer.
Eddie pulled back with a low chuckle. “Good girl.” His hands wrapped around your wrists, peeling them away from his hair. You whined at the loss of contact. “But—” he tilted his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes- “that’ll be the only time you get to touch me on your own.”
Your lips parted, ready to argue, but before you could, he traced his thumb down their softness, silencing you effortlessly.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice thick with promise. “I’ll still make you feel so good. It’ll just be done my way.”
Binding your wrists with one hand, he let go- and yet, you couldn’t move them, as if he had complete control over your body. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.
His hands disappeared beneath the covers, skimming down your waist before teasing along the waistband of your panties. He dragged his fingers against your heat, feeling how drenched you already were.
“Wow,” he teased, his voice laced with satisfaction. “You really do want me to touch you, huh?”
Barely able to nod, you gasped when he suddenly pulled the covers off, exposing you to him completely. Without hesitation, he tore the soaked cotton from your body, granting himself full access.
He settled back on his knees between your legs, gaze drinking you in like a masterpiece meant only for him.
“All this for me?” His voice dipped, teasing. “You shouldn’t have—”
Without another word, he pressed his fingers to your clit, applying just enough pressure to send your hips jerking up in response. A moan escaped your lips, raw and unfiltered.
“Gonna ruin this pussy, sweetheart.” His fingers trailed down your folds before plunging inside with urgency. “Just like you’ve been begging for.”
Your breath hitched. “Ah- mmph- fuck—” Your voice came out in a whisper, still struggling to regain control of your body.
Eddie curled his fingers upward, pressing into that sweet, spongy spot deep inside you. A deep groan rumbled in his chest. “So tight and wet… I can’t wait to fuck this little pussy.”
His other hand found your clit again, his thumb working urgent circles around it while his fingers pumped into you relentlessly.
Your entire body buzzed with pleasure, every nerve on fire. Moans spilled from you uncontrollably.
“You’re gonna cum f’me already, aren’t you?” Eddie growled, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers. His head dipped lower, his breath hot against your soaked core.
You felt the wetness of his tongue drag across your inner thigh, only to be replaced with a sharp pain causing you to yelp- solidifying your guess on the fangs- Eddie only chuckled as he moved from your thigh to your clit. He removed his thumb, only to replace it with his tongue.
The coil inside you wound tighter, seconds from snapping.
“Just like that!” you cried out, unable to hold back. His deep, satisfied grunt vibrated through you, sending you spiraling.
“Give it to me,” he demanded, his voice muffled by your heat. “Let me taste you completely.”
That was all it took. The obscene sounds from below, the overwhelming sensation- your vision went white as you came undone beneath him. But he didn’t stop. He devoured you like you were his last meal, drinking in every last drop of your release, his tongue working you through every pulse and tremor.
Slowly, he pulled back, sliding his fingers out from inside you with a satisfied hum. “Goddamn… if I knew you tasted this sweet, I wouldn’t have waited so long.” His smirk deepened as he brought his fingers to your lips. “Wanna taste?”
Eddie didn’t wait for an answer. His rough hand tilted your chin down, parting your lips before pressing his fingers against your tongue.
“Suck.”
You obeyed without hesitation, wrapping your lips around them, your tongue swirling over the slick digits.
He groaned low in his throat. “Mmm… You sure know how to use that mouth, huh? Pretty little thing.” His voice darkened. “Gonna put that mouth to better use.”
Pushing off the bed, he undid his belt with one hand, kicking off his jeans.
Your breath hitched. His cock was massive- thick, long, flushed an angry red, and you swore you saw it throbbing. You swallowed hard, the desire to taste him overwhelming.
Like he could read your mind, Eddie grabbed you with ease, flipping you onto your stomach before maneuvering your knees up, positioning you just the way he wanted. His strong hand slid under your chin, tilting your head just right- lining your mouth up with his aching length. You wanted to sink your nails into his thighs- wishing he’d release the somehow bound of your wrists.
A deep, guttural groan rumbled in his chest. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth?”
You tried to nod, but his grip was firm, keeping you in place. Instead, you gazed up at him, wide eyed and obedient, opening your mouth eagerly and letting your tongue hang out for him.
His jaw clenched. A low growl rumbled from deep within him.
“That’s what I thought.”
Tapping the head of his cock against your tongue, he gave barely a warning before thrusting forward, sinking into the wet heat of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat in one swift motion.
Gagging, tears welled in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks- but the way he groaned above you made it clear he loved it.
And he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I did warn you- this would be done my way.”
One hand held your chin firmly in place while the other slid to the back of your head, his large fingers tangling into your hair with a grip that left no room for escape. He thrust into your mouth, not always as brutal- surprisingly, you almost believed he felt bad. To an extent.
But you had to admit- you fucking loved this. The evidence of your arousal was dripping down your thighs.
“Ah, shit- your mouth, so warm- just letting me fuck it however I want. Of course, you’re enjoying this, such a little whore- fuck,” he panted.
All you could do was relax your jaw, breathe through your nose, and let him use you the way he wanted- the way you wanted. You felt him twitch against your tongue, his breathing turning ragged.
“Gonna cum down this throat- holy shit- you’re gonna take it all—” he groaned.
A second later, he slammed deep, his hips bucking as thick ropes of heat spilled down your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow. You hummed around him, the vibrations making him shudder. His cock was still buried at the back of your mouth when he yanked you off him, breathless.
Caressing your face, he murmured, “Did so good.”
But just as you thought it was over too soon, you glanced up- and he was still just as hard.
Before you could process how that was even possible, he pulled you up onto your knees, his lips crashing onto yours in a desperate, messy kiss. You moaned into his mouth, unable to help yourself.
He pulled away, a thin string of saliva still connecting you. His eyes were dark, hungry for me.
“Don’t worry. I’m not through with you just yet.”
Before you could catch your breath, he pushed you down onto the bed, flipping you onto your stomach. He lunged forward, gripping your hips and pulling you up onto your knees arching you up for him.
The tip of his cock slid along your folds, catching at your clit, making you gasp.
“Please, sir- please fuck me—”
Eddie pushed into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size, groaning as he bottomed out in one deep thrust.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you alright,” he growled.
He pulled back before slamming forward again, his large, ringed hand coming down sharply on your ass.
“Oh my god- Eddie! Too much- you’re so big!” You could barely form the words.
“Taking me so well, sweetheart. Such a little slut- letting me fuck you like this, use you however I please. This pussy is mine.”
His thrusts were relentless, his grip on your hips unforgiving. Moans spilled from your lips as your face was pressed into the mattress, your body completely at his mercy. His fingers dug into your flesh, sure to leave marks.
“So fucking tight. Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he groaned.
One hand slid down between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. He rubbed urgent circles, your body tensing, the pleasure coiling low in your stomach.
“Wanna cum f’you—please, make me cum,” you gasped.
That only spurred him on. His hips snapped into you with ruthless precision, his fingers working your clit with just as much urgency.
“Fuck yes- cum on my cock. Give it to me.” His voice was a desperate growl, his own release only hanging by a thread as he chased yours.
Your body locked up, vision blurring as you were taken over by the pleasure.
“FUCK—I’m cumming—”
Your body convulsed, your walls tightening around him. Your mind went blank, pleasure surging so intensely it left you trembling and weak beneath him.
Eddie cursed under his breath, rutting into you desperately. “God, you’re so wet, sweetheart- gonna make me cum- gonna let me fill up this sweet pussy?”
You could barely muster a nod, your body still wracked with aftershocks.
“Hell yes, you are- gonna take it all,” he growled.
His thrusts turned erratic, hips jerking before he slammed in one final time, stilling as he spilled inside you. His moans were deep, primal, drawn from somewhere raw and unfiltered.
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt another sharp slap against your ass. You whimpered, body still trembling.
Slowly, he pulled out, guiding your legs back down onto the mattress with surprising gentleness. Hovering over you, he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your face before whispering lowly into your ear:
“And never mind that noise you heard,
It’s just the beasts under your bed,
In your closet, in your head…”
The music swelled, the world tilting, shifting- his body had claimed you—
And then, everything shattered.
You woke up gasping, heart hammering against your ribs. The room was still. Silent. But the shadows felt alive- lingering around you, watching.
The only proof that it hadn’t just been a dream was the lack of panties on your body—
And the bruises, shaped like hands, slowly appearing and marking your hips.
Then—
A soft chuckle echoed from the depths of your closet..
“See you next time, sweetheart.”
Taglist: @mediocredreams & tagging some that I think might be interested 🖤 @the-unforgivenn @the-witty-pen-name @punkrockmlchael @keeryhours
Ty @saradika & @thecutestgrotto for the headers & dividers 🖤
I'm cracking myself up thinking about Black Album James singing to his kids. Like imagine him holding his baby, getting into his power stance and singing, "Hush little bebe...don't say a word..."
