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The First of Many

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A single, deft hand captured your wrists, easily pinning them above your head, into the mattress. Your fingers twitched against the soft cotton of your sheets as you tested the hold, but the grip was immovable. Heat dripped and pooled inside of you like warmed honey as a dark, clothed knee slid between your legs to nudge your them apart. Briefly, you tried to clamp your thighs closed, but the knee between yours prevented the feeble attempt. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to will yourself awake - this couldn't be real.

"This is no dream, little one," a low voice murmured softly, answering your unasked question.

Your eyes snapped open to meet a striking blue gaze glimmering with endless galaxies and pale skin illuminated by the moonlight that poured in through your window. His finger stroked a line from your wrist down your arm. Your lips parted as a delicious shiver ran along the length of your spine and your flesh rippled in goosebumps.

"Wh-What are you doing?" you managed to say. "I don't have much, but you can take whatever you want."

"I have no need for mortal possessions." A deep hum emanated from his chest, a dark rumble of amusement. "I desire you."

-☾-

Warning: This story contains themes of power imbalance, BDSM, and explicit sexual content. The reader will be in situations where they are scared and uncertain at times.All Rights Reserved

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In Shadows of Night by dstry0515

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

THE SANDMAN X READERS by swanimagines

My reader insert stuff for The Sandman (Netflix). Mostly headcanons and "regular" fics. I write for all characters of the show, but some may not have any fics yet. I take requests, but ONLY on my Tumblr (swanimagines), don't request in this book please! If you wish to see separate fics by character/are only interested in specific characters, I'm going to advise you to check out my AO3 (swanimagines there too). Note: My default reader is gender neutral with they/them pronouns, but I write female reader (with she/her) if the requester so wants. In case of female reader fics, there's a note of it at the start of the chapter.

Submissive Desires by notetojess

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

Raven Of The Endless [¦ Morpheus X Reader ¦] by FiftyCaliber

Love... it's easily one of the most powerful forces in existence. How far will it truly stretch though? Can it withstand the test of time? Will it fade? Will it shift and change? While no one truly knows the answers, one thing is certain - when it's real, it's real. Three years ago, Lenore woke up in a hospital room, completely unaware of who she was. With no memories of the past, she's been navigating her new life in London and struggling to get through the days. Plagued by hellish nightmares of a man in distress, she finally decides it's time to try and figure out where they are coming from. She makes one choice, never expecting it to change her entire life. She's suddenly face-to-face with all the answers she could ever need or want, being given to her by a man with pale skin and icy blue eyes. DISCLAIMER: This story is strictly a work of fiction that was created by my small brain. I am not affiliated with DC, The Sandman, or any other writers, creators, or franchises. I am not making any money from this work and it is strictly fan fiction.

MAKE ME SIR! (BOOK I) COMPLETE by CasiliaCasaixx

"Deep in the belly of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent, uncompromising male, a master, deep within them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast. This is completely clear in their fantasies. Earth culture, of course, gives little scope to these blood needs of the beauties of our race. Accordingly, these needs, frustrated, tend to express themselves in neurosis, hysteria and hostility." He bent me over his knee. "You are slave. You are owned. You are a female. You will be forced to be a woman. The Dominant man will accept no compromise on your femininity, not from a slave. You will be what I wish, and that is a woman, fully, and mine. If necessary, you will be whipped or starved. You may fight your Master. I will, if i wish, allow this to prolong the sport of your conquest, but in the end, it is you who are slave, it is you who will lose." He slapped my ass hard. I whimpered. "What are you?" He slapped again. "I am a slave girl." "What is a slave girl?" "A girl who is owned." Welcome to the World of Domination. Enter at your own risk....

His Butterfly by JJNiles

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{ Morpheus x Male! Immortal! Reader } It was never meant to be you. You did nothing wrong. Not really. You were just fighting a war for your people. You were defending yourself. You just so happened to be in the way. In the wrong place, at the wrong time. But now you must pay the price. For an eternity. This is an original Ghost_Guard_13 short story. Cover art is mine. All characters except for Y/N belong to The Sandman and Netflix. The main plot is mine and not all historical scenes will be accurate. I hope you enjoy! Stay Strange ♡

Dear Mister Sandman by emdhikane

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Window Panes by crocemil

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Whispers of Submission by AashikaSaraf

Emma finally decides to let her desires take over! ******************************************************** He began to tie her wrists together, using a soft rope that felt cool against her skin. He secured her wrists to the bedposts, stretching her arms above her head. The position left her chest heaving and her nipples taut. "How does that feel, my lovely submissive?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "It's... it's wonderful," Emma replied, her voice strained. He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing down her stomach, leaving a fire trail in their wake. He reached her hips and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, positioning her legs so that her knees were bent and her feet were flat on the bed. "Now, let's see how well you can take this," he said, his voice thick with promise.

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In Shadows of Night

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.