#*going to sleep after this so imma seek for plotting when i wake up !

[nohjiaes]

hi it is ya boi Kien here with their second muse bc they just can't help themselves :,) i know i still have plenty to reply on my clement acc sjkjk, but pretty pls love me still i promise i will get to everything soon 🥺 anyways !! i got the sudden urge to play an otaku muse ( for my own inner otaku to express themselves ) and that was how my baby NOH JIAE was born ! the same thing where under the cut is some information about her. you can also go to her profile & bio page to find out more about her !! plots & connections page is still not finished yet but i’ll let u guys know when im done with it !

NOH JIAE. 23. ARTIST / MANHWA ARTIST. (+) OUTSPOKEN, OPTIMISTIC, OPEN-MINDED, (-) OVERLY SELF-CONSCIOUS, TACTLESS & MESSY.

so meet noh jiae, ur certified otaku. also a manhwa artist who rose in fame through her bl doujinshis.

she actually came from a rich and well-known family so even if her manhwa career wasn’t going well, she still had their support financially.

oh did i mention she was the youngest of 4 siblings ? yes and that topped with the decision that her siblings were the ones to take over the family business, jiae was free to do whatever she wanted with her life. (also she the baby princess of her family).

she uses pen name (aerin) for her manhwa because her fam didn’t want the public to know their daughter drew “they said” cringey comics. and jiae was fine with it bc she genuinely only enjoyed seeing her fans happy with her works.

overall her life was really simple and average!

#gnintro #*going to sleep after this so imma seek for plotting when i wake up !

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Fire and the Flood

A/N: once again, no idea what this is but I kinda like it so imma inflict it on y’all set during TLJ

Pairing: Poe x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut 18+, angsty sex (not much plot tbh)

Word count:~1.4K

You don’t cry often, in fact, Poe has never seen you cry before. That is why it hurts so much. Because it was his fault you are breaking. He steps into your quarters, closing the door behind him.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” gathering you in his arms he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then to your temple, trying to comfort you. Or himself he doesn’t know. Your fingers curl into his shirt, shaking your head, as involuntary sobs choke out of you.

This was so unfair. The war, the death, all of your stolen lives, stolen childhood. Now war was trying to take away the man you love. The foolish, idiotic man who runs head first into danger. The passionate, selfless man who fights in the frontlines, refusing to give up on a cause that means so much to him.

You’d practically ran out the briefing room after Holdo had been appointed acting general, way too exhausted to deal with anything. Poe had been grounded and he wasn’t happy about it in the least.

“I’m scared Poe,” your hands shake as you run your fingers through his hair. You can’t seem to find the right words to tell him how you feel. How do you tell him that you felt like the floor collapses beneath your feet every time he puts himself in danger? But how can you be so selfish, wanting him safe when the whole resistance burns around you?

He understands. The fear that you might wake up one day, alone, Poe no longer hogging your pillow in a cot that wasn’t made for two people. He’s terrified of the same thing. What if you don’t make it? “I know, darling, I know.”

His hold on you chin is gentle as he wipes away your tears, his own face drawn with worry and guilt. “Baby,” he breathes, a hand in you hair, the other around your waist holding you flush against him.

Then he kisses you. Soft and tentative, like he never wants to stop, but too scared that you might pull away from him. You respond with as much fervor as you can muster. Hoping that if you love him hard enough, you might never loose him.

“Poe, please. I need to feel you,” you pull back long enough to utter the words then moulding you lips back together. You couldn’t stand the thought of not kissing him.

It’s frantic and desperate as you paw at each other’s clothes, stumbling into the cot in a tangle of limbs. But suddenly when Poe settles between your legs, it’s like time slows just for the two of you. His arousal is evident against your inner thigh, hot and heavy and the intensity of his gaze is enough to pin you to your spot. The palm he has resting on your stomach, slides down between your legs, fingers right where you need him and he gives you everything you ask for. You find yourself wishing for this moment to never end. Wishing you never have to return to the war you never asked for.

He watches you sigh and moan under him, lips parting and eyebrows drawn, eyes refusing to leave his face. He knows he looks just as blissed out as you even if he isn’t the one gaining pleasure from his ministrations.

Poe continues sliding his fingers between your slick folds, until your hands in his hair tighten, pulling a moan from him, and you beg for him to get inside you. He halts long enough to align himself with you, and then he’s moving again. Hips rolling into yours as you sigh from the familiar sensations of pleasure coursing through your whole body.

He goes slower than usual, hands and lips roving every inch of your skin, desperately seeking more ways to make you moan. He needs to feel you fall apart in his arms. He needs to taste his name on your tongue. The exhaustion of the day was finally catching up with him and he knows you are the only antidote to the nightmares that will inevitably plague his sleep.

He swings you up in one smooth motion, pulling you into his lap encasing you in his arms, holding you as close as possible. Chuckling at the small yelp you emit from the sudden motion, he slots his face in the crook of your neck, stubble grazing your skin as you bury your fingers in his hair. Your weight settled on his sturdy thighs as he thrusts his hips up into yours.

You’re pressed flush against his front, the ring he always wore on a chain around his neck digging into your skin, feeling every ripple of his muscles against your skin. You understand why he needs the comfort, you do too. It’s been a testing day. Especially for him. Poe might act all tough and undaunted, but at the end if the day, he was only human.

Foreheads meet, breaths mingling in the space between you. Your hands caress whatever skin you could find. His face, his neck, his chest. Your eyes flutter close, savoring the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips, the feeling of him languidly thrusting into you. He’s here, he’s safe.

For how long?

You try to shut that part of your thoughts off.

“Babygirl?” The bewilderment in his voice makes you snap your eyes open. It startles you as Poe halts again, looking at you with anguish in his eyes, cheeks wet with tears. Wait. Not his tears. They were yours. You hadn’t realized they had started falling again. “Baby,” he sighs. His lips press against your cheek, kissing away the tracks of wetness down your face. But you don’t want to stop. Not now, not ever. Now it was your lover’s turn to gasp as you press him back against the mattress.

Poe hates that you’re crying. Despises it that he is the reason for it. The war takes everything out of him. It exhaustes him in more than one ways. He feels like he could drop everything and run to a corner of the Galaxy with you where the first order cannot touch you. However, he has a duty to uphold, to the resistance, to the galaxy, his parents, the future. So do you. If you want to have a chance at a future, you need to do this. So for now, the only thing he could offer you was comfort.

He runs his hands over you with no reservations. Up your thighs, your stomach, breasts and neck, committing the feel of your flushed skin against his palm to his memory as you fall apart over him.

Your new position has his length brushing somewhere deeply within you, making you see stars. His name falls from your lips in breathless moans and sighs as Poe knows you’re close. His fingers dive back between your folds as he whispers sweet praises into the darkness of the quarters.

You come, letting out the sweetest cry as your velvet heat throbs and flutters around him. Poe continues snapping his hips up against yours as your pace falters, prolonging your high and chasing his at the same time.

You collapse against his chest, kissing and nipping his neck, begging him to fill you up. That does it. Poe whimpers as his back arches off the bed, and he spills inside of you.

The two of you hold each other, not wanting to move, unwilling to break the tranquility of the moment. Eventually you’d need to. You’d go back to the war, count one close call after the other, wondering when your luck would run out.

Your comm link lights up, ending your moment much sooner that you’d hoped. You still had duties. Life went on, even in the mids of a war.

The two of you dress in silence, and when you were about to leave the room, Poe pulls you into him, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you,” he whispers, thumb skimming over your cheekbones. “Stay safe for me?”

You offer him a shaky smile, “Me too. I love you too,”

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