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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[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--"