#BUT I GLUED THIS ONE AND TONGUES AND TEETH DOWN CROOKED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[vervainium]

“can you trust me now?” // watercolor & colored pencil

this issssss metaphor by the crane wives.

when i listened to the song, the opening vocals reminded me of a siren. they distract you from the rest of the song, drawing you in.

basically. “don’t look at the ugliness, just stare at the yellow and blue” so yeah!

@mysterypigeon here you go my friend, a tag!

[kittimau]

DUde, i saw your tweet about pillow princess anakin but I’m so greedy and need more!! 😩😩😭🙏🏻

After that convo, I opened a fresh doc and pounded out about 2k. It's mostly nonsense, but some of it’s salvageable. I'll share a snippet with you, just keep in mind it’s not edited or refined yet. 😅

So far, the premise is this: Anakin pulled a reckless stunt during their last mission and Obi-Wan copes with it via hours of life-affirming sex. He loves taking care of Anakin, and Anakin loves being taken care of.

It isn’t a lecture he gets once the door to his master’s quarters slide shut, however.

No; utterly silent but for the echo of their breathing, Obi-Wan strips them bare. Pulls Anakin into the ‘fresher, washes him gently from head to foot, and procedes to take him apart, piece by fragile little piece. Hips pinned to the tile, he lets go, loses himself to the fingers rubbing ruthless circles over his prostate and the tight, hot tunnel of Obi-Wan’s throat as it spasms around him and milks him dry.

After, Obi-Wan carries him to bed. Drapes across his back, sucks bruises into the crook of his shoulder, and strokes his cock in time to the filthy wet slap of their flesh till he cries and shakes and begs. Trembling through the aftershocks, he collapses into the puddle of his own release, hums with contented bliss, and lets himself fade in and out of consciousness as Obi-Wan fucks his pliant body into the bunk’s thin mattress.

~

Awareness finds him on his back; full, surrounded.

Above him, Obi-Wan watches his eyes flutter open with slack-jawed, breathless awe. Cheeks flushed a gorgeous ruddy-pink, damp hair dangling over his forehead, beads of sweat rolling into his furrowed brows. A drop lands on Anakin’s lip and he licks it clean with a sated, sleepy smile.

The arms bracketing his head quiver from the strain of holding Obi-Wan’s weight for so long. Skin slick, veins bulging. Anakin turns, presses his mouth—his tongue, his teeth—to one wrist, and, choosing to be kind, clenches hard around his master’s cock.

A tortured groan spills from Obi-Wan’s lips; Anakin’s name, both a curse and a benediction, breathed into the stifling air between them. Obi-Wan’s rhythm falters and he shifts, pulls away just enough to get his knees under him, Anakin’s thighs splayed wide across his lap. Lowering to his elbows, he hooks his arms beneath Anakin’s, takes his shoulders in a bruising grip, and drags him down to meet each new thrust. Slow, like he’s savoring it. Deep, like he wants to crawl inside him and never leave. 

It’s rough, yet tender. Desperate, yet thorough. 

Obi-Wan isn’t just fucking him; he’s worshiping him. 

The bond between them overflows with a torrent of shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t, please, I can’t lose you, Anakin, Anakin, Anakin, and, with fresh tears streaming down his temples, Anakin cradles Obi-Wan’s jaw between his palms—one cold metal, one warm flesh—and brings their lips together in a sweet, almost chaste kiss. “You have me,” he murmurs into that beautiful mouth, “my master, my love, you have me,” and Obi-Wan comes with a shuddering sob, face buried in the hollow of his throat, curling around his body as though he can protect Anakin from the universe with his own.

The sweat and come gluing their skin together cools as the night wanes, becomes tacky and uncomfortable, but still; Anakin lies beneath his master’s comforting weight and lets him take what he needs. With Obi-Wan's ear pressed to the steady beat of his heart, Anakin's fingers carding through his hair, they breathe as one. There is nowhere in the galaxy either of them would rather be.

No idea yet if this will go anywhere. We'll see!

Thanks for the msg nonny, I appreciate you. 💙