Ohhhh, the sandpocket people ask gives me this horny thought that Dream said to Reader that although he doesn't throw sand into any being's face, he would gladly to use his sand on her, like during their lovemaking, he could summon his sand to caress every inch of her skin. It would cause absolutely no discomfort, instead it would feel like the finest silk in the whole world and make her feel relaxed and pleasured without getting her asleep and Dream would be blazing with desire seeing his lover at his mercy by virtue of his sand, his powerful tool, part of his essence
Anon … BIG BRAIN! YOU HAVE SUCH A LOVLEY BRAIN AND IDEA
“Relax, my love,” Dream purred.
You squirmed beneath him. Sand was usually course and itchy, yet his sand was soft as silky. It was like his fingers trailed all over your body, touching every inch of you. Most of all, it elegantly wrapped around your wrists, holding them high above your head.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, and started to kiss down your body.
“Dream,” you whined.
You moved your hands, wishing to card your fingers through his hair. But, instead the sand tightened around your wrists. More sand skimmed down your sides and gently held down your body. You shivered. You melted under the sand, and your eyes fluttered close.
“Patience, my dear.” Dream smirked, kissing down your chest. “Just relax, and enjoy yourself.”
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Could I request a fluffy Anakin x General Reader? (He's a Force spirit in this one)
Reader is very uncertain in their place in the world, as they are about to be an adolescent; they're scared of failing their peers/family. Anakin then decides to give them some long-needed advice.
as I believe in you
pairing: Anakin Skywalker x gn!Reader
word count: 1k
summary: you are anxiety-riddled prior to taking on a vital mission. Luckily, your confidante, Anakin Skywalker, is there when you need him the most.
You stood in your quarters, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
Deep breaths, you think, just calm down.
It's been happening more frequently now. You would simply be going about your day, maybe heading downstairs to help train the new group of recruits, joining the others in the dining hall, standing on a balcony overlooking D'Qar. It doesn't matter when or where.
The thoughts simply rush in. And they were, unrelenting, to say the least.
They would make you want to pause and just not do anything, not feel anything. And normally, you would get over them fairly quickly.
But the pressure can be too much to bear.
You were a perfectionist, having trained every day for years, and your hardships only fueled your drive even more. So you quickly rose through the ranks, becoming the youngest General in the Resistance. You were also one of the remaining few who could harness the power of the Force.
Soon, you will lead a rescue mission to one of the outer planets, and reclaim a rebel base that has been overtaken by the First Order. This is something that you are determined not to fail, especially since two of your closest friends had been taken hostage there while on a surveillance run.
Deep breaths, you think again, and try to center yourself. Drowning out all the noise, inhale, exhale.
You reach out to the Force, and try to find him.
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The very first time, he found you. You had been training by yourself at the foot of a mountain, and your efforts seemed to bear no fruit. You couldn't even raise a single rock off the ground without it suddenly falling back down, or catapulting away.
You yelled into nothing, the sound echoing through the trees. Back then, you weren't particularly skilled at combat or strategy, nor were you a good pilot. You knew you couldn't be a healer or a builder, either. Of course, by now your skills have been honed to a certain degree.
But at that age, all you had going for yourself was your connection with the Force. And even that was failing you.
You fell to your knees, but then, you hear him.
"Y/n," the voice said, seemingly coming from nowhere.
"Who's there?", you stood up, aware that someone may have seen your moment of vulnerability.
"Y/n," the voice repeated, "You have great power within yourself. All you have to do is breathe. Steel yourself. The Force is all around you. Believe in it."
"I'm losing my mind," you laughed dryly, looking around and not finding the source of the voice.
But then you see it. See him. An almost opaque, hazy figure a few feet away from you. Unruly, shoulder-length hair, wearing a dark tunic you recognized to be Jedi attire.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Anakin Skywalker," the figure declared.
"That's not possible," you responded. Maybe you truly have lost your mind. You knew that Anakin had been one of the great Jedi, if not the greatest, and his sacrifice proved to be the impetus that defeated the Empire.
"Oh, but it is," he said, amused, " I am here, if you can see me."
"A Force ghost," you breathed out, realizing what he was.
"Yes," he moved closer, "I can see that you're in distress, but you shouldn't worry. The Force is strong with you."
"Is it?" you asked, not believing him one bit, "Perhaps you made the wrong assessment. I'm nobody."
He smiled, "Nobody is ever just nobody, young one. Especially not you. I can feel it."
"How are you even here? Why are you speaking to me?"
"I suppose I had sensed you, and the Force brought me here. Maybe it thinks that you needed me. Nevertheless, one can never fully explain the workings of the force. It simply is. It's everywhere. It's there if you only reach out."
"I am reaching out," you told him, "but maybe I'm just powerful enough. I'm no Jedi like you."
He looked like he was trying to decipher you, "I used to be like you. A lot like you. Young, driven, and full of dissatisfaction and frustration."
"Really? You?"
"Yes. Maybe I can help you. I can teach you how to be one with the Force, as best I can."
You stared at him, long and hard, in disbelief that the Anakin Skywalker was offering to train you. And who were you to refuse his help?
"Okay," you agreed, feeling a sense of hope for the first time in a while, "Where do we start?"
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You close your eyes, and think of him.
Anakin, you think out, I need you.
"I'm here." you open your eyes, and see him standing behind you in the mirror.
You turn around, calmer now, his mere presence assuaging your anxiety. He has grown to be more than just a mentor to you, but a friend.
"You're afraid," he says gently, sensing your emotions. He was always so in tune with how you feel.
"Yeah. I've got a lot on my plate right now, Ani. But I don't think I'm ready."
"Maybe you aren't," he says, and you fail at hiding your disappointment, your face visibly falling as a result.
"But when will we ever be ready? One can train all their life, but still not feel prepared for what's coming. The only way to truly know, is to try. To take the leap. You have to believe in yourself, as I believe in you."
"You do?
He nods, and he lifts his hand. You lift yours too, parallel to his. This is how the both of you feel each other, and when you do, there is nothing else. Only the two of you.
You breathe, feeling greatly calmer, more in tune with yourself. I believe in me, as you do, you think.
"Thank you," you smile at him, lowering your hand.
"Always."
The end.
I did enjoy writing this! Anakin is one of my all-time favourite characters 🖤 (I hope I got the Star Wars references right, since I haven't seen the films in a while)
I may have to write more for Anakin soon :)
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