hello there and welcome to my blog!!! you can call me kee, ceylon (pronounced “say-lawn”), smooch, etc. – whatever floats your boat. I use any pronouns (she / he / they), not in any particular order. I am over the age of 18 and I hope that if you're reading this you are too! if you are under 18, please dni with my nsfw content and come back to it at a later date, darlings. I will be horny posting on main.
that being said, I'm somewhat vanilla, so I won't be getting into kinks that are outside of my comfort zone. not everything I post will be nsfw either. I generally enjoy:
dom/sub dynamics (sub!m x dom!f is my fav but I'm switchy)
breeding
slight omegaverse (I don't know everything about it but I have a basic understanding)
pet play
voyeurism
masturbation (mutual, too!)
the hard no's include (but are not limited to):
watersports/scatplay
anything related to vomit (not that I can see that being something sexual but you never know... I think I have mild emetophobia)
I have a long, long list of current and previous fandoms, but rather than subjecting you to that, I will list my current favs/hyperfixations!
fall out boy (joe troh is my baby if you can't already tell but I adore andy and patrick as well)
legends of avantris (I'm caught up on ouaw and eom, started wfe, and hoping to start more campaigns soon!)
I’m into tv, movies, video games, music, pop culture, etc. so feel free to ask about anything!
anons:
if you do decide to send in asks, whether anonymous or not, I do hope you will share some dirty (or wholesome!) thoughts with me and the rest of the class. you can also ask about particular fandoms to see if I'm into them or not, ask to see what I'm working on in terms of fanfics, and more. I'm friendly, I swear!!! you can always feel free to lurk if you don't feel like talking, though xoxo. be as flirty or demure as you'd like. I'll be sure to verbalize if anything is making me uncomfortable and I'd hope you do the same! divas (gender neutral) uphold their boundaries. claim any emoji/name that isn't already posted here if you'd like to be a recurring patron.
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copyright: I do not use any generative (or other forms of) AI in my writing and am wholeheartedly against it in general. I do not consent to anyone putting any of my writing or other content into any LLMs, RP chat bots, etc. no reusing or reposting my works anywhere unless you get explicit, written consent from me at this account or my archive of our own account ONLY.
politics: I am an incredibly politics-driven person. this is derived from my very identity as someone born female, a person of color, and identifying as non-binary and pansexual, but also from the hellscape the world can be and how it is actively affecting both my own and other communities everywhere. this blog, however, is not where I will be talking too much about politics – it may arise sometimes, but I use my other, personal platforms for that. this one is for the more fun, unserious, and likely nsfw stuff.
if you don't like my stances, feel free to block me! I don't care, just don't try to reason with me that your beliefs are "better" or that mine are "wrong." I am open to respectful debate in DMs, but generally would like to avoid it. fuck ice and all other anti-immigrant sentiment, black lives matter, trans (and all lgbtq+) rights are human rights, anti-zionism is not anti-semitism (and fuck zionism!), free palestine, congo, sudan, myanmar, and all other places where lives and rights are under attack. here are some resources from we are the change where you can help by donating, filling out petitions, educating yourself, and more.
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waking up with NO BRA, NO SHORTS, FULL BUSH, FULL PITS, LIL SLUTTY TANK TOP, and it’s slightly cooler outside than it has been recently??? #lifeisworthliving
I would eat up anything Joe Trohman related if you would be so kind as to write it, please I’m starving! Any plot you can think of especially fluffy sfw things! I just discovered this blog and LOVE it!!
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joe trohman x reader
warnings: none that I know of🙀
description: you work at a record store and Joe becomes a regular.
You were the cashier at a record store. It was a bit of a boring job, if no one came in, you'd have to stay slouched over the desk doing nothing. Honestly, it's less boring when someone attempts to shoplift... at least you had something to do.
It was a corner shop at the end of the town, so rarely anyone would come in and it was pretty easy to memorize your usual customers.
It was your regular tuesday morning, you clocked in, still tired and made your way to the cashier desk, shoving past a few co-workers of yours.
For about half an hour, no one came in and all you could do was fiddle with the buttons on the register. The bell on the door rang, making you glance up. It was someone new. You watched him walk around the store, resting your head on your palm.
After a while the guy walked to the desk with a few cds, glancing up to meet your gaze. He quietly slid the cds towards you. Watching as you scanned them and passed them back.
That was your average customer interaction, until he came the next day, the day after that and practically everyday.
At this point, you expected him in the mornings, waiting for the clock to hit 10am so that the bell would ring and he would enter in. But this day he didn't show up...it was odd and for someone you've never had a conversation with, you felt weirdly empty.
But the next day, he did in fact show up, stepping into the store, letting out a soft cough as he knelt down to pick out a few cds. He felt a bit shy feeling someone's eyes on him. He stood up and slowly slid the cds towards you again, tapping his fingers against the desk.
You wondered whether you should speak up..fuck it. "Sick yesterday?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. You almost flinched at your own words, it kinda made you feel like a stalker.
Joe's gaze glanced up at you, clearing his throat. "Uh yeah." He mumbled. "How'd you know?" He asked, tilting his head.
"You never showed up yesterday." You attempted to explain, almost forgetting to scan the cds. It registered in your mind that you needed to pass them back and you scanned the cds and slid them back over to him.
Joe just stared at you, smiling sheepishly. He didn't glance down at the cds as he slid them into his bag.
The next day, when he walked in, he locked eyes with you before anything. He glanced away, looking through the cds. He picked a few out and dropped them down on the desk.
It seemed like he almost wanted to say something, but he was way too hesitant. "I'm Joe." He blurted out, watching you nervously.
You smiled, introducing yourself as you scanned and placed his cds back down for him to take. You watched as he walked out.
Once you had finished your shift in the afternoon, you clocked out and walked out of the store, stepping into the coffee shop beside the record store you worked at. As you glanced around looking for a seat... you spotted Joe?
Curious, you took your seat in front of him.
"hey." You tilted your head.
Joe glanced up, eyebrows raising at the random sight. "oh, uh... hey." He murmured quietly.
It was awkward for a moment, forcing you to think up a question. "so uh... you like music, huh?" you blurted out.
He perked up a bit at that question, he was passionate about his music. "yeah, a lot... kinda in a band.." "want..uh..my number?" He said hesitantly but not nervously.
You exchanged numbers, making him smile. After a while of light conversation, he made an offer; "wanna come over to my house?" He tilted his head. "I mean- no...it's fine if not." He ranted, backtracking if you thought he was moving too fast.
You did, in fact, come over to his house; it was already evening. As you stepped into his living room, you raised an eyebrow at his video game console. You kicked off your shoes as he did. He followed your gaze.
"oh..yeah, that's pretty old. still works though." he mumbled, plugging it in. He handed you a controller, once you sat on the couch, he joined you and that's when you randomly started playing competitive video games. ^^
The saying was right, time does move fast when you're having fun. Cause you barely noticed the dark sky until you felt yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.
Once your eyes fluttered shut and the controller fell from your limp fingers; Joe glanced over, he paused and glanced outside then at the time. Oh. It was late. He looked back over to you, feeling a smile creep up his lips. He didn't know what it was about seeing you asleep, but it made his chest feel a bit warm.
He took the controller from your hands, setting both aside. He switched off the gaming console, grabbing a blanket and laying down beside you. He nervously put an arm over your sleeping form and buried his face in your hair, letting himself drift off to sleep.
The night dragged on, and Joe had never slept better.
currently thinking about blonde joe. oh my. fucking god. better yet, awkward perverted next-door-neighbour college dropout joe. you can see him jerk off in his room sometimes, you’re almost certain that he does it on purpose whenever you’re in your room.
you see him at the parties you go to sometimes. his band always ended up playing at the same house you go to.
only this time he came up to you after they were done playing, all sweaty and shy. you’d think he would be more charismatic after seeing him thrashing around with his guitar, but his awkwardness combined with lisps made him even more cuter than you expected.
you decide to drag him to a room, your finger hooked into one of his belt’s loops. god. he would be. so fucking sloppy. so eager to kiss you. messy messy eater. please hear me on this.
could i be uhhh 🚀
thank you SO much for saying about his stupid ass lisp is everything to me </3
of course u can be !! my lovely 🚀 anon
The blond boy who loved next door to you was one you kept an eye one - not purposefully, he just seemed to be finding his way into your life most recently.
For a long time he just hadn't been there. Seeing who you presumed to be a parent, trailing around the space you gazed into on the daily, swiping a finger over surfaces and trinkets on low shelves.
Till one day, a random Wednesday afternoon, he returned - it was a surprise to come home to, an odd day for arrival, but no complaints were expressed on your behalf.
You were almost positive he knew you had been gawking into his bedroom window when he'd started the ritual of jerking off with the curtains wide open - no matter the time of day. The most time you had seen him touch himself in one day was six times, like he had nothing better to do on the weekdays - utter boredom.
You had responded to his little movement with your own, drawing back the curtains like him and wearing nothing but cotton panties in the evenings. There was no evidence he had seen but the both of you continued anyway.
You saw this boy out and about - in supermarkets, in shopping centres - and on the rare occasion that you went to them - house parties.
There was always a kerfuffle and a racket coming from downstairs - and he and who you assumed to be his friends were always the cause of it. You never stuck around in the basements - too crowded, too many creeps trying to touch girls in such a confined space. But this time was different - you'd had enough of not even knowing this boys name - this boy who was, to you, just a pervert who jerked himself off like his life depended on it, who was now hopping around a random basement like a rabbit, putting his soul into playing the right chords for his band.
You knew he had noticed you now in the crowd of people - once the two of you had made eye contact he had been making a conscious decision to stay on the side of the room you were on also. Watching the boy who you thought was only interested in pleasuring himself come to life in a whole other way had you aweing.
Soon enough their set was over, and you made the quick decision hurry out of the basement - unaware of the blond boy who had bolted after you.
You had bumped into a friend on the footage upstairs, only making the boy more impatient - hand hovering over your shoulder for a couple of seconds before moving back, only to repeat the gesture. Until your friend pointed him out with uncertain eyebrows. You responded to her look with a satisfied one - successfully getting across your message as she scurried away fast.
You pivoted to face the boy in question - much prettier closer up than from behind dirty glass of the next house.
"Hi. I think we know each other." His voice was more toned down, awkward even, than it had been when he performed - lisp developing when faced with regular conversions. He was sweaty too - profoundly so - the beads of liquid trickled from his forehead to his jaw, silently waiting for the droplets to fall to the floor. "I think we might." You replied vaguely, bringing a hand up to subconsciously chew on the edges of your fingers as you examined him close up, waiting to hear his response in that ungainly tone he held with his lisp.
"I'm-" He paused like there was an audience, an audience waiting for him to say something magnificent with his voice rather than speaking through the strums of his guitar. "Joe- I'm Joe- that is my name." He stated it like he was reminding himself rather than making an introduction.
"Well it's nice to meet you properly." You nodded and gave him your own name in response, which seemed to ease some of the tension stacked on his shoulders - the comfortability becoming evident quickly.
The two of you spoke about his brief time in college - how he wanted to focus on 'the band' and how he saw 'big things' for them. Though neither of you mentioned the ways you had unknowingly, though it was definitely knowingly, exposed yourselves to each other. It was only a brief conversation because of the way he looked at you - in your defense you could have dragged it out a bit longer if he kept his eyes away from your lips, but the only thing you were dragging was Joe by his belt loops - on a lookout for a room people weren't already fucking in.
Joe was babbling behind you - talking to himself, maybe you at moments, but it was hard to tell. Though he was soon shut up when you pushed him into the door of an empty room, his body closing it for you, lips pushing themselves into yours before you had a chance to actually respond to the nonsense he had been spewing.
He was fast - uncoordinated, acting like this life depended on this.
Teeth clashed, broken whimpers coming from below you, and your hands tightened on his neck - not aggressively, just to stabilise yourself and probably him.
"Can i- taste you- please- wanna know what i've seen through your window tastes like-" Joe whined against your lips, his hands trembling on your body from his unusual boldness. He pulled his lips off yours to hide his slowly reddening face, hands rubbing up and down your sides - preoccupying himself for the expectation of rejection.
"I knew you'd seen me, did you look out for me you- pervert?" You gripped the short length of his hair, making him look up at you - being met with wide and watery eyes. He was almost pawing at you.
"I did- i'm so sorry- i know it was wrong-" He mewled, genuine sorrow coating his eyes - you debated feigning a retreat, just to see how he would react but clearly he had already been strung out just to by talking to you.
Joe was quick to fall to his knees the moment you gave him permission, despite how condescending it was, and he was eager. Fumbling with the tight buttons on your jeans before you inevitably had to take over for him, sucking your teeth at his calamity.
Once your jeans were down he was instantly nosing at your underwear - his face plunged into your groin - inhaling, taking it all in. Taking in the pussy he had been jerking off to the thought of for weeks.
"You smell so good- thank you- thank you-" He moaned into you with a rumble, the short and quick vibration teasing your clit.
"Just get on with it- please-" You huffed impatiently, your legs tightening on his shoulders - your secure grid letting you grind your cloth covered self into his face and have him desperately lapping at the fabric in response.
Joe's dry hand slithered between your legs, fingers tearing aside your panties and collecting only a little of the flood of wetness you had produced, slowly rubbing down your folds before his tongue quickly replaced them.
He stick his tongue in you like it contained holy water - digging deep just to suck up it's content. The rhythmic grinding and heavy kissing to your pussy was overwhelming and it made your legs tremble - Joe was taking no time for breathing, leaving you holding your breath just the same. The lack of oxygen teetered you closer to the edge as you noticed how Joe hopelessly palmed at his erection through the layers of clothing. He was a mess - teeth occasionally nipping at your sensitivity with no distinct pattern, his non stop whining going straight to your gut.
Soon enough you were cumming on his tongue - pushing your clit down onto the bridge of his nose, allowing you to not just chase the pleasure, but let him take in all of you.
"You taste even better than I thought- " He groaned, pulling away from the space in-between your legs with a sigh, "And I thought I imagined it pretty well-" He chuckled - his smile left shiny from sweat and your release - and you smiled down at him in response. His blue eyes squinted up at you affectionately, accentuating the toothy side smile.
im veryvery sorry this took a month. it was a brilliant idea i just had such a bad block wiring joe. hope this is good for u !!!! ^^
Pete says "What's up dudes? My names Pete." "Hahaha good joke, dude." "It's awesome being friends with you." and "Sweet, man."
Patrick says "I'm the Patrick plush doll, and I'm not anywhere as handsome as he is." "The hat will not come off." "Totally awesome." and "I really wish I were the drummer."
Andy says "I'm a nerd." "Have a great day!" "Lets be friends." And "I like comic books."
Joe says "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah." "I'm hungry." "I love to play guitar." And "Hey, I'm Joe."
domestic fluff with ben "benny" miller... lord, call me the scuderia the way I want to spoil this man with all the ferraris his heart desires.
pairing: benny miller x gender neutral reader (first person, no y/n)
warnings: vaguely-described nudity, suggestive themes. no gender-explicit language used but "honey" used as a pet name.
w/c: 632 (short & sweet!)
a/n: wrote this a while ago but it's been sitting in my drafts so I figured I'd just throw it out here. enjoy, xoxo.
I groan quietly as I arch my back off the dark surface of the bed, stretching my arms and legs as I come to. I blink my eyes open, seeing the rest of the room is still dark. The soft pattering of rain can be heard outside the window, from behind the curtains. The clock on the bedside table reads “9:27.” It’s not too early, not too late. It’s a nice Saturday morning, meaning no work for me or Benny.
I glance over at him. He’s still asleep. I just watch the rise and fall of his chest, examining every curve of his body like I’ve never seen it before. The sheet is draped over him diagonally, from bare shoulder to bare hip. It’s a heavenly sight, as I stare at the Adonis that lays asleep before me. His eyebrows furrow gently in his unconscious state, and he rustles a little, moving one of his arms to rest on top of his stomach. My eyes trace over his side profile, gaze running over the ridge of his forehead, grazing the bridge of his nose, fluttering over his lips, and gliding against his jawline.
I shiver a little, my body becoming suddenly aware of the cold beginning to penetrate the thin sheet we have on the bed. The rain outside continues to pelt the roof and window. It’s nice, though. I gently slip out from under the covers, letting my legs swing off the bed and my feet touch the floor. I walk over and gently move the curtain to peek outside, not letting it go too far so the rings don’t make a noise against the pole. It’s overcast, the sky a light grey, and the droplets of water hitting every conceivable surface outside not sheltered by something else. I sigh quietly, pursing my lips and shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
I don’t realize how long I stand there, just watching the rain pour down from above, until I hear Benny. He comes up behind me, gently putting his hands on my arms. It startles me for a second, before I sink comfortably into his touch.
His voice is raspy and deep as he chuckles at my surprise. “Hey, honey. How’d you sleep?”
I hum back as I continue looking out the window. “Was fine. Waking up next to you is always a treat, though.”
“I didn’t get that pleasure,” He frowns gently, leaning his head down to press a warm kiss to the side of my neck. “Didn’t know where you went until I looked at the curtains. Thought there might’ve been a ghost behind ‘em. Found somethin’ better though.”
I laugh quietly, turning my head to the side so I can peck his cheek. He snakes his arms around my sides so they can meet in the middle and rest around my stomach while resting his chin on my shoulder.
“What’d you want to do today, Ben?” I ask, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek while letting the other fall on top of his arms, gently interlacing my cold fingers with his warm ones.
“Was thinkin’ I’d just take care of you.” He hums lowly into my ear, turning to kiss my neck again. “In more ways than one.”
“I think I’d like that.” I chuckle and lean further into his embrace.
He begins to straighten his posture as I let my head fall back against his chest, and I look up at him. I turn around in his arms, so we’re chest-to-chest, and I move up to press a kiss to his jaw. His arms fall to come back around my hips, and he gently grasps the bare skin in his warm hands.
here's my masterlist! fandoms are bolded, individual fics are in bullet points w/ general details. if there is not a link, that likely means it's a work-in-progress (wip) or I've forgotten to provide it lol. you can check my writing tag 🔏 to see if it's been posted yet! any fandoms that say "archived" next to them means that I am no longer writing for them unless otherwise specified.
triple frontier (archived)
rain, cold sheets, & warm skin || b. miller x gn!reader drabble.
