hello everyone, ive not posted on here in over a month and im bearing bad news. ive decided that oasisblr is nothing for me anymore. ive been going through a really rough time lately and actually been going batshit crazy lol.
ive decided that in a few days i will be deactivating this account.
hey everyone, ive decided that im going on a break as ive not been feeling well at all and haven't been for a bit to be honest. i need to take time to myself and fix things in my personal life and try and find myself again.
i don't know when I'll be back, but i hope everyone is well and will continue to be well.
after sunday im going on the break, during the break i might pop in for a few minutes but none other than that.
love you all and never stop thinking about NG/LG 💕
hiya! i just wanted to say i’ve just binge read all your noel fics and i love them so much :) my favourites were move over, stay close please and the dad!noel universe fics. you’re such a fantastic writer. i wish there were more fluff fics like yours out there. i was wondering if you had any upcoming fics that you’re working on at all? keep up the amazing work 🤍
this is so sweet and thank you so much this made me bawl LOL but thank you so so so so so much!!! i really appreciate your kind words💗
i don't know when im posting next or what im posting, i don't have a set schedule, i post sporadically :)
okay so now just think like me for a sec : anakin skywalker finally comes home from longggg jedi trip and can’t stay away from you !!
from the second he arrives he’s already clingy af , telling you all about his and obi-wan’s journey and how much he missed you while hugging you from behind . he’s the one to place soft kisses on your neck and smell the floral scent of your soft hair , ‘ i’ve missed all of this you know ’ and you just hum to his words cause yes , you know . and for the rest of the day he just can’t stay away , while you’re preparing dinner for the two of you he’s hovering , watching your every move with a drink in his hand . he’s not even talking just watching and you can’t help but stiff out a couple laughs ‘ what ? ’
‘ you’re watching me like it’s your job ’ he shrugs ‘ i dreamed about you every night but that’s nothing compared to you in real time ’ you paused doing what you were doing and looked at him with a smug smile , anakin came over to you and wrap his arms around you ‘ like i said , i missed my girl ’ . anakin’s always been romantic , since the day you two met when he asked if you were an angel , he’s just like that ; and you love it .
it’s safe to say no one ate that night , the afternoon spent on the balcony of the villa and the night spend in bed in cuddles and kisses . you two didn’t need much , there wasn’t much a jedi could get but these small intimate , sweet moments are all you two need . it’s perfect the way it is . the snores of two lovers , anakin’s arm snaked around you and your face buried in his chest listening to the heartbeat of a man deeply in love with you .
noel coming to your house, you acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all, even though it very much was.
you’d known from the moment he called your phone and told you about spending a couple of days in new york. press shite, shopping, “bird watching the stunning american pigeons.”
you laughed and you could hear him smiling on the other line. and you’d tried to play it off over the phone, voice casual. “which hotel are you staying in?”
he’d scoffed immediately, like the question itself offended him. but you could hear the smile on his voice as he replied with the name of the fancy hotel in the upper east side you’d stayed in for a couple of weeks that last time you moved apartments.
you smiled too. tilting your head and humming.
then, “won’t be stayin’ in it, though” he added. smirking, surely.
you laughed quietly into the phone. “no?”
“nah,” he said simply. “comin’ to yours.”
and that was that.
when he got there, it took him a few hours to actually acknowledge the place. tipping his chin towards the living room decoration once he wasn’t distracted by your moans and the feeling of your hands all over him.
in the bedroom it wasn’t any different, he kept noticing the details that made the place yours – quieter, allowing his eyes to drift only when you fell asleep in his arms, shifting his gaze between your peaceful expression and some photos scattered over the walls.
the next morning, he was still asleep when you slipped out of bed. he stayed tangled in your sheets like he belonged there, he had mentioned last night how soft your covers were and how that was a good reason to come back more often. you walked away nearly smiling to yourself at the sight of one arm of his thrown over the pillow where you’d been, his hair a mess and his breathing deep and even.
in the kitchen, you hum quietly to yourself as you move around it. you made coffee and some freshly baked goods as a good host would – a rockstar not so much, but who cares about that now? in the mornings, you don’t care about pretending to not be soft.
one of your old shirts hang loose on your frame, your ass remaining covered by the hem of it just because noel and his grabby hands aren’t around. your glasses are perched on your nose because you saw them right over the living room table, suddenly feeling your head start to throb as a reminder why you need them.
you hear the sound of a door opening as you’re getting two mugs out. and as you’re pouring coffee, you hear his lazy steps padding down the hall.
“did i leave my—”
he starts speaking slowly, still hazy from sleep. as he walks into the kitchen, his voice still raspy and his hair still a mess. you turn your head in his direction, being immediately met with the sight of his face still soft and mussed from the pillow.
he doesn’t finish the phrase.
you raise your brows softly. “my?…” you ask, mug in hand.
his brows stay furrowed for another couple of seconds, hand going up to scratch his jaw as he blinks in your direction, like he’s trying to process what he’s looking at.
“you wear glasses?” he asks finally.
your brows furrow a little, a small amused smile already breaking through. you breathe out a little laugh, “you didn’t know?”
he breaks into a small grin himself, shaking his head slowly as he steps further into the kitchen. “no.”
you shrug, taking a sip at the coffee and watching him stop right in front of you. you lower the mug at the same time his hands find your waist, and it’s softer than the other times.
it’s early.
“wear them when i’ve got a headache… or when i need…” – you shrug again, smiling at yourself a little over how silly it sounds – “to see.”
that pulls a quiet laugh out of him. then, his hand comes up, gently brushing a bit of your hair away from your face with his palm, tucking it behind your ear so he can look at you properly and curling his fingers on the back of your neck as he keeps staring.
“look pretty,” he says quietly.
you smile, soft and a little shy in a way you’re usually embarrassed about, shaking your head as you lean in to kiss him.
it’s a small peck at first, but it lingers. then, it’s another two slower ones. then you’re both smiling at it, and they slow down even more.
you pull back slightly, eyebrows raising in an amused and fond way the instant your brain identifies the minty taste.
“did you brush your teeth before coming here?”
he huffs out a laugh immediately, shoulders lifting in a lazy shrug and his hand remaining on the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. “wanted to snog you a little bit, didn’t i” he says against your mouth, completely unapologetic.
you laugh, shaking your head as you squeeze his arm lightly, but your arms are already wrapping around his neck. and he’s smiling against your mouth like he knew you would.
He was beginning to think you two believed that, though, with how shamelessly blatant your little love affair was becoming.
Obi-Wan had first taken notice of the way Anakin looked at you when you were mere Padawans, constantly orbiting around each other.
At the time, he had chosen to look the other way because he’d felt reluctant to rip away the only friend Anakin had at the Jedi Temple. Not after all the pain his young apprentice had gone through already.
Surely, your Jedi Master was doing the same. For there was frankly no way that he hadn’t yet become aware of the obscure number of times you would excuse yourself during long-standing missions. Secretly, you’d run off to call your lover through a hologram communicator.
And that was exactly what Anakin had been doing. Sadly Obi-Wan doubted that you were being any subtler than his Padawan.
So it wouldn’t have really surprised him to find out you two were sneaking around the temple again—late at night, when you should be resting and gathering strength for the challenges of the next day.
Only you weren’t sleeping at all. Quite the opposite, actually.
“Ani, please—” Oh, how Anakin loved the sound of you pleading.
Smirking against your neck, he paused in his assault on the tender flesh. “What’s the matter, my love?” The raspiness of his smug voice sent a thrill through your body like an electric current. He had only pressed a few sloppy kisses along your throat, and you were already melting into his embrace. Maker, this was all kinds of messed up.
You were painfully aware of just how forbidden this was. I mean, two Jedi Knights being romantically involved? If the Council ever found out about your secret rendezvous with Anakin, there would be hell to pay.
It was just hard to think about any of those consequences with his hands all over your body, caressing you right where you needed him to.
“I want you, Anakin,” you admitted breathily, palming at the front of his robes, like it physically pained you to wait for him to take them off. Your hands lingered there, feeling up the firm muscles beneath the material.
Anakin made it hard to think straight. His presence clouded your judgement, and his touch weakened your resolve.
He didn’t fare any better, though, since the young Jedi had always been a victim of your charms. Any logic was thrown straight out the window when you were part of the equation. He would bleed to protect you, would break all rules to stand by your side, and even sacrifice the supposed glory of being the Chosen One for a future with you.
In the throes of passion, Anakin had repeatedly suggested that you two should run away together, leave the Jedi Order behind, and marry.
To truly be together. Not just in dark corners or behind closed doors.
But you’d laughed it off each time and told him that that was a fantasy you couldn’t ever afford to consider. After all, he was the Chosen One—the only person in the galaxy who could bring balance to the Force.
You weren’t selfish enough to run away with that on your conscience.
But you weren’t altruistic enough to really let him go either.
So secret kisses and meaningful glances across the room it was.
The brush of his lips against your jawline was as light as a feather, but you were already so worked up that this measly excuse of skin contact had your breath hitching. It was barely audible, but your man was quite attentive, especially when it came to you. “So sensitive,” he whispered.
His gloved hand—the one that belonged to his metal arm—ghosted over the exposed skin of your shoulder, before making its way down to your hip. And then, his wandering palm finally reached the part of you that you’d been aching for him to touch. It only took a few seconds for him to slip his fingers underneath the skirt of your robes.
“Ani,” you whined, your eyes falling shut, while Anakin got started with doing what he was best at, which was, of course, pleasing you.
“Shh-shh, I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you, hm?” His voice was so gentle as he spoke into the crown of your head, soothingly, like he wasn’t currently working on adding a second digit into you already.
Well, you certainly didn’t look well-rested the next day.
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There was something so beautiful about skin to skin that ANAKIN SKYWALKER was obsessed with. From your gentle breaths that would erect goosebumps across his muscular shoulder to the softness of your thighs in his large hands— it was a closeness his soul craved implicitly.
What started as an after sex recoup became a common affair, he’d often ask to hold you as you were both in the nude, hold you without the human made barriers taking away your skin on his.
Though right now there was no sexual intent in the way he slid his thumb up and down your waist to your ribs and bust, instead a warm and inquisitive caress that could only be a product of the complete devotion etched in his chest under your writing. Even as the pad of his finger found your breast, not a whisper of selfish need crossed his mind. Your body was porcelain and he was pygmalion, with a single Interest of worshipping every available surface of your skin.
Anakin was a tinkerer by nature, his hands yearned to bend and fold every substance they came on contact with, to understand the world by tactile. Your body was both an extension and exception to this need, he touched you in a manner so delicate you wondered sometimes how those same hands could weld such force. He pressed his pecs closer against your back, his hand sliding down from your breasts to your abdomen, fingers curling around your waist while his lips press reverently against your shoulder.
He could feel the warmth of his strong forearm mingle with the coolness of your skin, his grip on you akin to that of a child with a teddy. Anakin pulled you as close as possible, his own bare skin now soaking into yours, heat transferring as if from the suns of Tatooine themselves. He let his ears pick up the gentle, sleeping breaths that came out of your chest. He basked in your serenity as his lips traced the syzygy of freckles leading down your spine. “You’re so beautiful” he murmured, mostly to himself. “I love you so much” he breathed into your cervical spine.
Your body shifted lightly “mmm..” is all you have back, curling up further on the pillows, tucking your legs closer against yourself.
“Mmm indeed darling.” His lashes fluttered against your skin, finally letting his eyes nose as his nose let out one final breath between your neck and shoulder, his hands splayed out against your skin.
anakin who's soso sweet and gentle all while having you folded absolutely gutting your insides out 😕😕😕 !! he's soo attentive and understanding cus that's his baby !!!!
warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, intense dom!anakin, mention of belly bulge/fullness, tears & overwhelmed crying from pleasure, praise, rough but gentle dynamic (he’s careful but still fucks her deep), overstimulation, established relationship.
you’re soft under his hands, bare skin warm as your breath trembles out your chest. he looks at you for a second, dark eyes warm and wanting all at once.
he’s gathered you up gently, your knees folded up toward your chest, so pliant it almost hurts. he’s careful, but he isn’t shy about it: the stretch burning in that dizzy, perfect way, your chest arching up into him— he’s nestled so deep inside it steals the words right off your tongue.
“you’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he grits, voice full of that aching intensity only he could carry. he braces his gloved hand against the mattress— the other, warm and calloused, ghosting over your cheek.
it spills a trembling sound from your lips, your nails digging uselessly into the hard muscle of his shoulders. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop, just keeps you there: folded open, your body twitching under the weight of him.
the length and thickness of him sinks through you — the drag of every thrust giving your belly the faintest swell each time he bottoms himself out.
“do you see that, my love?” his voice roughens, almost hushed, like he can barely believe it himself. “how full you are… stars…”
your lashes dampen with tears, breath catching in little sobs that melt into moans. it knocks something raw from your chest — a half formed “a‑ani…” whimper when his hips roll deeper, itching a spot inside that makes your vision blur.
he leans closer, forehead nearly touching yours, curls damp at his temple. “too much?” he whispers, so close you feel the words against your mouth. his forehead almost rests on yours, sweat beading at the hollow of his throat. even asking, he doesn’t quite stop — hips still pushing himself slow and deep.
you shake your head, barely — your voice catching in your throat. his thumb brushes your cheek again, softer than anything, and you swear you could cry from it alone.
“that’s my girl,” he murmurs, voice breaking gentle and low. his hand traces down, fingers pressing light against your belly, feeling the way he’s filling you so deep it aches. “taking me so well…”
he watches it all, gaze dark and warm, so full it makes your heart feel too big in your chest.
and the way he keeps you folded, so careful even when it’s overwhelming, makes you feel breakable in the sweetest way — like he’d die before letting you slip away.
“my sweet love,” he rasps again, hips rolling deeper, your breath hitching sharp. “always so good for me… always…”
it lingers like that— your heartbeat skittering under his touch, everything else falling quiet around the steady, aching closeness. and in that hush, it feels like he could keep you right there forever… ♡
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