PSL || poe/odin

[shadowglitter]

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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[flightforfreedom]

"Owain." He knew the weight of the word. Perhaps had ascribed it more weight than even Owain himself had. A forbidden name, a wall that had been placed between them so firmly that Poe hadn't known how to pull it down. His hand gripped Owain's tight enough that it hurt - even beyond how everything seemed to hurt.

As if he could lock himself to the other man.

He can still feel the ghost of the kisses against his knuckles, able to trace the outline of his lips in his mind, the gentle pressure had felt like fire against his skin, but at the same time...

At the same time his pulse had began to race even faster.

His face turned towards Owain's like a flower tracking the sun, his lips parted and trying just to breathe. But he was finally starting to be able to focus what his senses were paying the most attention to, and the hyper awareness of Owain's skin against his own. He almost shakes with the effort to keep his restraint, though what he's restraining himself from he's not sure. He doesn't feel like he wants to kill Owain, but he can feel something. A need so violent and desperate that it feels like it's trying to scrape itself out of his chest and he's shaking, now, even though doing so makes him feel everything his entire body is touching- even his clothes - like daggers driving themselves into his skin.

And he wants more of it.

His heart thuds at the realization, lips trembling with the effort to stay still, but as Owain starts pulling away, he starts, pressing his forehead firmly against the other man's. Nothing in the universe had ever felt as important as that moment. The word slipped out before he could stop it, warm breath running over his lips.

"Don't."

[shadowglitter]

There's a moment, however brief, where he completely misunderstands that don't. He feels it like a spade carving out his heart, fear pulsing through him, overwhelmed with thoughts that he's done something awful, terrible, by kissing Poe's knuckles, by leaning into him, by knowing him. Tears spring to his eyes and the pounding of his heart is deafening, even to himself, but-- but when he steps away from himself, away from his anxiety, and realizes that this intimacy is something Poe needs almost as much as he does? Everything in him is replaced with a need to just-- provide.

He almost closes his eyes, but thinks better of it, leaving them half-lidded but downturned, still dodging Poe's gaze but taking in every curve of his lips, the tip of his nose, so much perfection defined in one person. He lightly wets his lips, an unbidden reaction to the breath ghosting over them, and there's a silence that seems to stretch between them for hours as Owain struggles against conflicting instincts. He wants-- he wants to calm down, he wants Poe to calm down, it's too soon for this, he needs to adjust and sleep this off and relax, but--

But he only needs to turn his head for his lips to be millimetres from Poe's. He does, and he hesitates again, knowing there's an irresponsibility to this that to might border the unforgivable. He swallows, and he realizes his heart never stopped pounding as fast as it did when he was afraid, but now it's-- it's different, something better, something still so deafening but in a way that doesn't hurt quite so much.

He swallows. He closes the distance between them.

When he kisses Poe, it's gentle, far too gentle. A human might not have even been able to feel it, so delicate and fragile as it is, but to Poe whose nerves can pick up every breeze that graces over his skin like he's standing in a hurricane, every itch and crawl of loose hair against his neck, it's-- real, soothing, firm, everything a kiss should be. And if Owain were less selfish, he would leave the kiss here, but--

But he pushes further into Poe, letting his tongue draw a line over his bottom lip before pressing inside. He drags himself closer and his fingers find themselves hovering just by Poe's neck, wanting to make contact but still a little too afraid to make things worse. If Owain could think straight, he'd find this funny, in a way - he'd longed for contact like this since the death of his pack, and now that he actually has it, it's fucking terrifying.

He goes to pull back from the kiss, only to breathe, if nothing else, but something in him stops him and he just-- shuts his eyes, finally, losing himself to this instead. He tries to keep still, but one hand drops and finds Poe's shoulder, stroking reassuring circles over it with his thumb, and the other moves to rest against Poe's cheek, sharing his warmth. He's always been pretty fucking obvious, when he's turned on, but Poe must be able to sense it in droves, at this point - the heat of his skin, the uncomfortable shifting, the way that every time he tries to deepen this kiss he makes a low, distant sound that would be impossible to hear, for most people.

This is all that fucking matters anymore.

[flightforfreedom]

It felt like every circuit in him was primed for overload, every cell fit to burst. His entire body shudders violently as that barest brush of a kiss, a hundred times more intense than it would have been, a week ago. He can deal with it, he thinks, even are overloaded as he felt - he would do anything for the man pulling closer.

Had done the biggest thing he could think of.

Gave him everything he was, to become something else.

And now Owain's tongue traced fire over his lips, causing him to shudder again, every point of contact blazing. He didn't notice how he moaned into that kiss, how despite the fact that he was quaking like a lead he took to that kiss like a dying man to water.

He could smell the desire.

He'd never been able to do that before, hadn't even known there was a smell at all- but fuck, it was taking him over now. As if every pore of Owain's skin was pumping out the scent, tailored specifically to him, or st least that was what it felt like. Smell had never really been on his radar, before, but now he could barely focus on anything at all save how fucking good Owain smelled. He could lose himself in it and he almost did, his brain short circuiting.

All he knew was that he wanted more.

Even though he already half felt like he was being burned alive.

The smell alone had been enough, the musk making Poe dizzy, but the sound... That low growl at the back of Owain's throat made his bones vibrate with need.

Oh, fuck, he was far gone, now. He needed to stop, needed to calm down and find his feet without being a bundle of raw nerve endings flailing in the wind. He felt like he was on the edge of passing out, purely from the overload, but he had started panting, trembling in Owain's arms. He wanted to be claimed.

Even more than he already had.

"Owain--" he moaned, a low growl deep at the back of his throat as he brought shaking hands to Owain's face, trying to hold him steady as he pushed back, his tongue just as determined to get past Owain's lips and taste deeply. Hopefully he would stay conscious for long enough....

[shadowglitter]

He can smell Poe, too, just as easily. Remnants of his humanity, still under his skin, fading under the pulse of a scent so much like his own, now that they're pack. The growl only gets louder, stronger, when Poe kisses him back, radiating from deep in his chest, vibrating, vibrating. He moves his hand from his shoulder to Poe's hair again, nails scraping so fucking loud over his scalp, trying to send shivers down Poe's spine. He parts his lips even further and he tries, for a while, to let Poe call the shots here, take this kiss and everything else about this as far and as fast as he wants it to go--

But that's his name. His Poe, saying his name. His fucking name, his real name, his Poe, his, his, his--

Owain's harder than he's ever been, almost dizzy from the sudden surge of blood that shoots right to his cock. He pulls away from the kiss, giving Poe one searching, distant look, and then--

He bites Poe's neck and makes him bleed. He sinks his teeth in, piercing the skin, scraping it away with sharp canines, and fuck, it must hurt - just a little, for a human, flesh torn just hard enough to leave a mark, but it must be searing, for Poe, with everything he's going through. The pain lasts half a second, barely even that, before Odin laps at the mark, drowns in the faint taste of blood, cleaning the wound with his tongue. It soothes Poe instantly - the pain gone, replaced by the wet, gentle heat of his tongue, a tingling kindness that traces over every over-sensitive nerve, spreading from each lick and each kiss like a light through the rest of Poe's body and making it all so fucking calm. Making things stable, for a moment.

He keeps dragging his tongue over the fresh mark, the blood already done, as he slips his hands away and down Poe's body, down his chest and straight to his cock. His tongue moves away from the bite, leaving wet, long trails to Poe's throat instead, which he possessively puts his teeth over and breathes, the tip of one incisor scraping just, just, just down the length of it.

"Poe--"

It's a whimper, almost like he's crying, which-- fuck, he is, when did that start? He's never cried before, not during sex, but he's been so, so, so lonely for so, so, so long, and now he has Poe. The only person he's ever wanted this much, the one person he's ever loved, the one shard of good he's found in a world that's taken so much of his life apart.

His teeth move away from Poe's throat, and he buries his hair into it, instead, keening, desperately, for love.

His hand slips between Poe's legs and he finds his cock, the heat and the scent of precum overloading his senses as he pulls down his clothes and lets it out. His fingers close slowly over it, one finger at a time, ending with his thumb, which he leaves pressed against the sensitive underside of his head, moving, slowly, in circular motions.

"P--" His voice breaks, again, a whimper. Begging, for something. Begging to let him claim Poe, properly, the way he thinks he might want him to.

"Poe--"