shadowglitter | PSL || poe/odin

WAY TO REJECT ME YOU FLIGHTY AIRBORN PIECE OF SHIT! WAY TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP FOR ME AND MY HEART, FOREVER AND EVER, ALWAYS UNTIL FOREVER

HEY YO YOU TOLD ME TO WRITE A LIST SO GUESS WHAT!!!!!! IT'S TIME FOR US TO GET FUNKY AS FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK

god i am not going to bother formatting this

TO DO LIST:
1. SEXTING FROM BOOT CAMP ringverse AU
2. prince/concubine AU - owain's the prince, poe's a concubine to the king, paranoia and political assassination ensues, etc etc etc etc etc
3. vampire hooker AU?? owain gonna get his gothic goth goth dick wet in that spooky vampire butt
4. HAHA BOOM WE'RE DOING IT I LINKED THE POST DOWN THERE
5. enemies of war AU - owain's a good guy on the bad guy side who almost loses his life trying to save poe even though he's an enemy soldier, poes like What, Shit, Damn, gay shit ensues
6. HNENENGH
7. ANGELS AND DEMONSSSSSSsss
8. 20s AU///?? YES. YES ALRIGHT
9. WW1 AU WHATS Up
10. ?? there was something that was supposed to go here from the kink meme
11. samurai champloo AU what up. chon'sin. Shit
12. bBODYSWAPPpappapp

long-term AU posts:

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[His lips were already slightly red, the perfect Cupid's bow drawn as he breathed, lips gently parted. He slid his hands into Owain's, threading their fingers together and squeezing tight.

He didn't say anything. Didn't trust himself to. Instead he moved Owain's hands with him drawing up the edge of his shirt and the pressing Owain's hand to the bare flesh of his chest as it was revealed. His own heart rate was anything but slow, even now, and he pressed Owain's finger tips right above his heart, each shuddering beat vibrating through him.

He didn't speak, he just leaned in again, taking a deeper kiss, this time, panting softly against Owain's lips when he had to break it to breathe. He shifted so that he could pull his own shirt up over his head, and then his fingers went for his belt.]

[ He needs words to survive. It's why he kept asking, a moment ago, show me that I matter to you. Poe leaving so much unspoken unsettles him. Makes him doubt that tonight really means something. The only reason he doesn't pull back and say I don't think I can do this, overwhelmed by a sadness impossible to rise over, is because of that hand in his. Soft but firm and reassuring.

Maybe that's all he needs. All he's ever needed. Poe's hand in his.

Owain lets Poe direct him to his chest, and he traces the tip of his finger over the scars that cover his heart. They're physical, just surface blemishes that mar his chest, but Owain is sure they cut deeper than that, and he wishes he had more than just tonight to try and heal them. He looks into Poe's eyes, as that heartbeat thuds through him, and any fragmented parts of him that weren't resolved to do this piece themselves back together. His heart wouldn't beat like that, for him, if he didn't mean something.

He's not aggressive, when they kiss, but he's always lingering. Every time Poe takes a break to breathe, he follows after him, sighing against his lips and waiting, impatiently, for more. Every time he grazes the side of Poe's tongue with his own, he curls his fingers against Poe's chest, nails dancing raking softly over burned and calloused skin. He helps tug at Poe's belt and unzips him, reaching a hand down to stroke Poe's cock, gentle, gentle.

He wraps his fist around the head, feeling Poe's warmth pulse into his palm, and then he pauses. Looks into Poe's eyes, again. Lovingly, the way he always does. ]

I want you to fuck me. [ He swallows. ] If that's - okay. I know it's normally-- that I normally... the other-- the other way around. [ He clenches his jaw tight. ] But it'd-- I'd feel safe. With you. I think. If you're... we don't have to. I don't really know what to do? But I've always-- you're the only one. I think. That I could do that with. So...

I-I don't know. Bad idea?

[Any hesitancy that he'd had whil pressed up against the wall has since disappeared - chased away as Owain's lips chased after his own. He groans, lowly. At the back of his throat, when Owain speaks. He can't deny the desire - he's thought about it before, of course he had, but he'd always dismissed it quickly. He didn't think Owain would enjoy it.

But he can't help but moan, at that - at the idea of taking him, of being able to illustrate how he felt with every shuddering roll of his hips--]

... No. Not a... Not a bad idea-- Owain-- Force, I want that so badly-- [He pressed his face to Owain's throat.]

But I don't-- Owain, the only damn thing I want is to know that you feel amazing- I would do anything, if it meant you could lose yourself with me for a moment--"

[ His hand on Poe's cock quickens at the moan he drags out of Poe, and the feel of Poe's face against him makes him grunt with need, the vibrations going straight through him. He nods, as best as he can from this position, and then-- ]

Okay.

[ He presses his lips to the top of Poe's head, breathing in the scent of his hair before breathing out. ]

Don't be a douchebag if I suck at it. [ He tries to laugh, to break the tension, but it comes out awkward and nervous like the rest of him. He swallows, dry. ]

Should I just-- do I just-- lay down?

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