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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Owain wouldn't be able to say who came up with this idea first, if he were asked. He and Poe had both been dancing around this for a while now, half-joking and half-serious, a little thrill that only ever had potential to go somewhere. But here, now, in the middle of the night, with Poe strapped to their bed, arms up above his head, wrists strapped to the headboard, ankles chained to the foot of it, naked and cocky and waiting and expectant while Odin stood over him--

Fuck.

He'd had so many words he'd wanted to say, when they hit this point. So many poetic things on the tip of his tongue about restraint and how ironic it is that Poe is bound while Owain can barely contain himself. Something about the beauty, of him, held captive, in a way that Owain always feels for him in return - tied to his heart and his soul and his life, still Poe's prisoner, even now. None of it comes, though. He's just achingly hard as he leans over Poe, kissing along the tendon of his neck, down to his collarbone. He breathes out, low and soft, and it's - funny, honestly, how fragile he feels Poe is like this, despite how rough and limitless and unrestrained their fucking has been before today.

He gently scrapes his teeth against Poe's chest, leaving soothing kisses in its wake. He looks up to meet Poe's eyes, and his cock twitches immediately at the sight of them.

"If I don't make you scream by the time I'm done with you tonight--" His hand finds Poe's cock, and he slowly starts to stroke. "--you're gonna have to punch me in the face."

Poe has had many, many nightmares about a similar situation. But there were major differences.

His arms are above his head, for one, rather than strapped into restraints at his side.

He's not being tortured for hours by faceless, helmeted stormtroopers or snide imperial officers, and there isn't a masked shadow of a man trying to rip memories out of his head. He still can't help the rush of adrenaline, though, that comes with even the barest similarities.

It's one of the reasons he wanted to try this.

Maybe he could erase at least the restraints from his nightmares. Turn them into something good. He hadn't completely elaborated on that - mostly because it wasn't something he fully understood himself. So instead he'd just egged Owain on, at every opportunity. Which is how he had ended up here, strapped naked to their bed, feet in chains and his chest heaving with both adrenaline and excitement, a sheen of sweat on his throat.

The scars he'd gained from the last time he'd been restrained were also visible - though they always had been, since Owain had known him. They were as much a part of him as the rest of his skin. As much a part of him as the nightmares.

At the moment, though, the only thing Poe Dameron could actually think about was how fucking rock hard he was, and how badly he needed Owain to tou--

"Nnnnnghhh," He groaned, deep at the back of his throat, a self-satisfied smug grin on his lips. "... I throw a pretty good punch, so I hope you can live up to that promise--"

He actually shakes when that groan rumbles out of Poe. He hadn't expected him to react so strongly just from fingers on his cock, even though at this point, milking a voice like that out of him came as easily to Owain as swinging a sword or casting a spell. It - as it always does, with Poe - sweeps away so much nervousness, so much second guessing about whether this is okay or not, and he grins like the fucking devil. Yeah. Yeah, this is gonna be fun.

He lets go of Poe and rests his knees either side of his waist, not quite straddling him or making contact, but just - hovering, above him, hard as steel, every muscle and line on that unreasonably chiseled body caught in the moonlight and the beams of streetlights filtering in through the window. He bends down and runs his hands through Poe's hair, kissing his forehead, his nose, his lips, then pulling back. He watches him, for a second, embracing this picture, keeping it in his memory. Fuck, Poe's beautiful.

He shifts down and kisses along each and every scar, soft and gentle, every dulled burn mark, every unsightly bump of skin, reminding Poe that this is something good. Even beyond the raw sexuality, the way Odin can barely focus under his rapid breathing and his overwhelming need to make Poe just fucking beg him for release, this is a moment of peace, for him. Reassurance and understanding and love, an intimacy and a closeness Owain's never shared with anyone else. He fucking loves this guy, after all. He wants him to feel safe.

He kisses down his abs, shifting as he goes, until he's at the base of Poe's cock, laying between his outstretched legs. He presses his lips to the very base of his shaft, slowly wrapping a fist around Poe's length again and gliding his hand over it, stopping each upward stroke with a gentle twist riiiiiight before reaching his head, just to keep him writhing and wanting without really getting to feel taken care of. He keeps eye contact with Poe, for a while, but he has to break it sooner rather than later - seeing Poe like this just makes him fucking grin, laughing in soft and heady vibrations against Poe's dick, and he's trying to take this a little more seriously, for once.

"I could do anything I wanted to you," he murmurs, quiet enough that even he can barely hear it. "This could be the last time I touch your cock tonight. Could just fuck you without letting you come. Using you over and over again until I'm satisfied, while you're just left here writhing."

"Like you could go a whole night without touching my cock," Poe taunted, though it would have perhaps come out a little more cocky if he hadn't shuddered as Owain's laugh vibrated through him. If he hadn't, just seconds ago, been straining his neck upwards to try to meet those lips as they went by him. If he wasn't already pulling at the restraints.

"You wouldn't even be able to go... ten fucking minutes... without wanting to see me cum," he continued, though even he knew that wasn't actually true - it didn't matter. Taunting Owain was the entire point. Which was belied by the way that Poe's cock had throbbed so hotly at the words without letting you come. His body was quite willing to illustrate just how much the idea aroused him, but then - everything in this scenario aroused him, so maybe it was hard to pick apart particulars.

"Oh, shit! Dameron's trying to challenge me!" Owain laughs, again, and it's not the deep, heavy laugh that comes when he's achingly hard and every single one of Poe's taunts are making him wanna fuck the guy so hard he can barely breathe without it aching - it's the laugh that comes when Poe takes him flying every weekend and he loses his shit after a nosedive, it's the laugh that comes when Owain breaks down under a fit of giggles after trying to say something cool to impress Poe and realizing he doesn't give a fuck and just wants to kiss him. It's a laugh of love and affection and fun.

He gently takes his lips to the very tip of Poe's cock, kissing it once, slowly circling the head with the end of his tongue. He sucks hard-- hard-- before taking him all the way to the back of his throat, covering him in saliva, sucking harder and harder and harder and harder and harder until he's starting to cough and gag and has to let go. He wipes his lips on the back of his hand as he surfaces and he laughs, again. That same airy, airy laugh. Confident. Not a single trace of anxiety in him left. Not anymore. Not with Poe.

"That's--" He crawls up on all fours, leaning in and kissing Poe, chaste and simple. "--all you get." He grins. "Until you say fuck, Owain, let me cum, it ain't gonna happen, buddy. You're gonna be fucking into the air desperate for release and I'm gonna shoot load after load all over you and you're just gonna take it."

He lays next to Poe, now, knee hooked partially over him, his own exposed cock rock hard and leaving a bridge of precum from its tip to Poe's side. He raises his middle finger to Poe's lips.

"Suck it."

PSL || poe/odin

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