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 lets himself drown in that moan for as long as he'll allow himself - fuck, fuck, he'll never forget that noise, not until his end of days - but only seconds pass before he's cutting off that perfect, perfect sound with his lips, taking Poe in a starving, needy kiss. It's as shaky and weak as the rest of him, open mouthed and aimless with short and sharp attacks on Poe's lips with his own, his breath labored and heavy and quiet, almost silent gasps spreading out of him. There's still blood from where he bit his own lip, and Poe gets a taste of it - but the rest of his body is a mess, every wet, warm, sensitive thrust making him squirm as he fucks with abandon into the man he loves.

He strokes Poe through his orgasm, feeling that warmth splash between them, his fingers slowly coated in cum, his chest and stomach the same. His kiss travels, down Poe's lips to his neck, grunting once and finally halting to a stop as he bites down, completely, completely inside of him. Fuck, fuck, even after Poe finally finishes shooting, Owain just stays there, hilted to the base, gently sucking and nipping at the red mark he's left by Poe's throat - and he collapses on top of him, finally, the strength he was relying on until they'd both gotten through this fading in an instant.

He murmurs something completely incomprehensible, his height and his muscles and his weight resting on Poe and pinning him down, the size of his frame so much more obvious now that he's limp and tired. His chin is in the crook of Poe's neck, and he leans up to bite gently at his jaw, kissing the same spot soon after. ]

Fuuuucking... love you. Heheh.

[ He takes a breath and slowly, slowly, slowly eases out of Poe, spilling out of him. He rolls onto his back on the floor, covered in sweat and staring up at the ceiling of the confessional, and he snakes his hand down to find Poe's, squeezing it with all the strength his muscles have left. ]

[The bite is so good that his spent cock twitches with it, but ultimately sinks back down into the hazy afterglow. He barely registers Owain's lips or teeth, though when they wander near his he tries to kiss back, clumsily and blindly. When Owain finally collapsed next to him and takes his hand, he squeezes back with the meagre strength left in him.
He doesn't say anything for a couple of minutes, still trying to catch his breath.]

... Pretty... glad I won't have to.. walk for a few days... Fuck.

[About to turn his head and say Owain's name, he - finally figured out where the fuck they are. Woops.]

Well. Pretty sure every single person we know saw that. And another 300 million besides.

[ For a second there, Owain has no idea what the fuck Poe's talking about, but the buzz of the camera in the corner of the confessional - still tilted from when he threw something at it on his first night in here with Peter - reminds him, in totality, of where they are, and then he's laughing, a quick and harsh bark that he tries to smother and totally fucking fails. ]

You're gonna get yelled at so baaaaaad.

[ He's the most self-conscious person in the world, typically, but he just took Poe in the eyes of fucking everyone, proved to the world that Poe was his and his alone. He's fine with just laying here on his back, still struggling to find his breath as the ceiling seems to slowly spin thanks to his exhaustion and starting dizziness above him.

He's brought back to earth, so to speak, not by the thoughts of all who saw them fuck, but the thoughts of all those people who saw-- the lead up. Owain's confession, Poe's initial hesitance. He looks at Poe with something close to fear in his eyes as he struggles to find a way to put this into words without sounding-- needy, or afraid.

He comes off as needy and afraid. ]

Any, uh - regrets? Not just about what we did - but - how this started. Me asking to be something with you. You saying yes. That's still - yeah? Us? We're still-- there's an "us"?

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