#sleep demon

[a-d-nox]

i can't help it - i compare guys from dating apps to my incubus. it's the incubus every time.

[sparkleselkiebaby]

This is my sleep paralysis demon btw.

Say Hi everybody.

[teratophallia]

A demon creeps into your room at night for a little visit <3 Enjoy this little patreon gift for a wonderful friend of mine! Wanna see the whole image? Check me out on Twitter (18+ ONLY)

[tac-the-unseen]

Howdy!

I was going through your master list for all of your questions and notice you had something down for sleep demon?

I don't know what that is but I'm sold! So can you make a creepy fluff for whatever it is?

Please and thank you'

Love,

Anon <3

Of course! I had an old draft of this so I just only needed to finish it lol

Sleep Demon x reader

(Creepy Fluff) 

You lay in bed with your hands over your eyes. You really need to sleep but your mind won't stop. You can feel a dull drum behind your eyes, pounding away like you don't have an early shift tomorrow. 

Your brows furrow tightly hoping the painkillers you took 10 minutes ago start working their magic soon. You toss yourself over to look at the time in your charging phone.

 1:20 AM

You're screwed. 

Your shift starts at 5:00, Your alarm is set for 4:30. Even if you fall asleep now you'll only get three hours in. A small panic settles into your stomach and you let out a pitiful groan. 

“Shhhhhh…” 

You freeze, But only for a moment. You quickly whip your hands off of your face to look for whatever made that noise.

Your search doesn't even last 2 seconds before you see…it?

The slender human-like creature stands by your doorway. Its  face is white with black holes where the eyes should be. It has No nose and no mouth. It's wearing the darkest shade of black you've ever seen and a pair of matching gloves. You don't know what tells you it isn't human, But your mind immediately removes humanity from the situation. 

The creature presses its gloved hand against where its mouth should be and makes another “Shhhhhh…” it creeps closer to you and moves delicately across your floors. 

You try and sit up but are met with the most resistant pull backwards. You try to lurch forward again but your muscles won't comply. To your absolute horror you realize you're stuck. Frozen in place. Your breathing starts to get sporadic and uneven. 

“Shhhhhh….” It shushes you again. 

Finally the thing is looming over you. It softly taps your nightstand and rubs his gloves together. “Shh..shh..shhhh.” it whispers to you. Just out of your field of vision it reaches down to its side. Your mind runs wild. Will it pull a knife? A gun? But no, it reaches down and pulls out a chalkboard and a packet of chalk. 

It taps the board gently above you and makes light whooshing sounds. “Shhhhhh…..” it whispers again. It's attention turns to the board and it takes a piece of chalk and begins to slowly drag it across the board. 

After a few seconds it turns the board to face you. ‘Hello.’ was all that it had written. It looks around slowly and slowly rubs away tears you didn't know you were shedding. It looks back at the board, wipes away the previous message and begins to work on a new one.

When it turns the board towards you it reads ‘Be patient…’ It sets the board back down and starts writing again. ‘...With me.’ is the new message. 

So far this thing has greeted you and told you to quit your bitching In all of 5 minutes. It begins to write again ‘You belong here…’ and again ‘Let me fix you.’ 

You have no fucking clue what that mean. Fix you? Fix? What is there to fix? What does it think needs fixing? 

The creature sets the board aside and rubs away the chalk from its fingertips. Slowly its hand brushes your cheek and rubs its thumb over your temple. The gloves are soft yet cold, the leather is smooth and well taken care of. 

The creature lets in a deep breath and uses it's other hand to press onto your sternum. It gently taps your chest and uses it other hand you make you look at it. It takes another deep breath and breaths out. 

This thing is telling you to take a deep breaths. This thing is telling you to control your breathing. You take a deep breath and shakily exhale. It taps your cheek softly like It's praising you. 

Both its hands slide up your body and reaches your head. It softly begins massaging your temples and using its thumb to gently pet your eyebrows. “Shhh…” it whispers again. Its fingers delicately worked into your hair and over your aches. Slowly you began to feel your headache disappear. 

Oh…That's what this thing meant. It's not fixing you, it's fixing your headache. 

You're a little relieved now that its intentions seem slightly more pure than you thought. It clicks its tongue at you soothingly and lightly pressed into your temple. Quickly it's like a weight is lifted off of you. The pressure on your head is slowly lifted. The throb in your temples dissipates as if its fingers just pulls it from your skull. 

Your body lets out an involuntary groan of pleasure. It lets out a noise akin to a chuckle and slowly its hands slowly leaves your head. You let out another groan of disapproval, it again lets out that strange chuckle noise. 

Its hand slowly reaches back for the place you know its clipboard rests. You hear the tapping and scraping of chalk and once again the chalkboard is put back into your field of vision.

‘Are you doing okay?’ it slowly taps on the board and a makes a gentle whistling sound. It's lowers the board, erases it's previous message, and taps away to write a new one. When it's finished it lifts the board back up ‘I know this is a bit much…’ 

Again it writes a new message, this time it's quick. ‘but…’ And then it's on to the next. It dips its head down and works just out of your sight. When it comes back up  ‘I know you can do it.’ This thing is encouraging you. 

You're not sure if it's the moment, The relief, or an odd version of Stockholm syndrome, but it’s message strikes a cord deep within your heart. Your mind starts to reflect on your relationships with people. 

Why is it that this thing with no face is saying everything you've been wanting your loved ones to say? Why is it that this monster who broke into your house is nicer to you than your family is? I'm most importantly, Why have you oh so suddenly want to develop a deep connection with this thing? 

While reflecting on all these questions and genuinely considering a psych ward visit, it's able to pull an object from it's pocket. 

A comb.

It carefully begins to comb your hair. The gentle scratching of your scalp is damn near intoxicating. If you could move your foot would be thumping on the bed like a dog. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body lets out another groan. 

Seeing as you clearly like the combing, it keeps brushing for 9 minutes. The whole time it shushes and clicks at you soothingly. Your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling. When the sensation of your hair being brushed abruptly stops your eyes open. It reaches down and begins to write again.

 While it's writes, you try to shift into a more comfortable position, as the spot You've been laying in for a while just isn't doing it for you anymore. 

You mentally call yourself stupid, knowing that you're paralyzed, but You still managed to turn your head. And then your fingers…And then your arms…. Your legs…. You're no longer paralyzed…It dawns on you that you've just been letting everything happen and that you've had the ability to move for a little bit now. 

With that realization you do shift into a more comfortable position. That seems to startle the being, and it stares at you for a couple seconds. It quickly erases whatever it originally said and starts furiously scribbling down something. For a moment you're scared of what it will say And when it holds up its chalkboard you're almost too scared to look. 

But curiosity killed the cat and you looked back at its message ‘Won't you stay?’ It's asking…not telling….

It's asking….

It erases the message and writes something else ‘evolve with me’ It flips over the board ‘You are worth it!’ 

Besides your better judgment, You're able to mutter out words before hashing it together in your brain. “You can come back tomorrow night…We can see each other then…” 

It looks a little sad at your response, it erases its board and starts writing again. Even though it's been quiet this whole time, the room seems even quieter. It's a different quiet…But you're not given too much time to think about that before it has its final message. 

‘Goodbye….see you again….’ It softly puts the board down and gently nods at you. It caresses the side of your face before finally putting you to sleep. And after all it's hard work you're put into darkness and sleep well the rest of the night. 

Thanks for reading <3

This fic is based off of an ASMRist I found called Sleep Demon. In fact it's based off of his first video!

I think that they're really cool and have some pretty sweet scenarios.

Link to Video

If you're into ASMR and creepy little guys, you really need to check them out! (Yes that gif is of the Actual channel!)

(also I didn't know what pronouns to use so I used it/its/it's)

[sparkysparklesuphigh]

Hello sleep paralysis demon, been a good while, kindly fuck off please

Trigger warning: fear, terror

My sleep mask had slipped and as anyone who wears on of these things knows, they make a awful noise!

My brain said, holy shit its a monster...

I was paralysed while my mind was a wake, my dreamstate convincing me that there was a demon growling in my ear, getting closer and closer while I desperately tried to move and escape.

Eventually the paralysis wore off and I jumped, screamed and batted at nothing.

So anyway I ended up getting up 45mins early..

[harveywritings92]

[Sleep Paralysis demon! König: R/n slowly wakes up after feeling something very heavy was weighing down her body coupled with the sound of something purring? ”I don’t have a cat....” she thought as their eyes open to find herself nose to hood with König whose straddling her...staring her directly in the eyes not blinking.]

König, cheerfully: Hallo, What’re you dreaming about?~

(awkward pause)

R/n, freaked out: I was dreaming that my parents were being murdered. But now? I’d like to go back to that!

[verybeary1]

Recent art for one of my favorite ASMRtists.

[fangirlingpain]

I hadn’t had a hypnagogic hallucination in ages and I just had one and I am so shaken, I don’t know how to go back to sleep 😭

It’s always a bug, when I experience these, and tonight it was a roach running toward my face on my pillow. I’m still shaken. I ran out of bed and turned on the light only to realize what happened, that there was no roach. I’m so shaken… Anyway I’m glad there was no roach but it’s so damn unsettling to hallucinate a freaking bug when I’m falling asleep.

Have any of you experienced this? I’ve been having this weird type of hallucination since I was a teenager and it’s always bugs. I’ve seen flies, spiders, and cockroaches, with roaches being the thing I’ve hallucinated the most, followed by flies. I’ve only hallucinated spiders I think twice. Flies two or three times and roaches probably over five times since I was a teen. Yes, this doesn’t happen often. It’s pretty random. At least twice I’ve known it’s going to happen before it happens and on both occasions I knew I’d see a roach. First few times this happened I thought I experienced something paranormal. Whether that’s true or not, it’s ALWAYS unsettling and I’m always afraid to go back to sleep and have the same thing happen again. 😭