Rain「Joji miller 」
"Is that why she always loved the rain?" 「 Rain- the symbolism humans depict as sadness, darkness, the feeling of discontent and depression 」 "it's my fault wasn't it"
"Is that why she always loved the rain?" 「 Rain- the symbolism humans depict as sadness, darkness, the feeling of discontent and depression 」 "it's my fault wasn't it"
Some chapters are short, some are longer and I'm too lazy to make a whole book out of it- VERY EXTRA
. she's so nice she's so nice she lets me use her body. ~ [ warning: some chapters start with explicit gifs. don't like them? don't look at them. ]
a collection of memories, or rather significant points in george miller's life. au. lowercase is intended.
A story about you and Joji, I swear it's not trash Warning btw -smut -language -satire -S M U T
Contains fluff, smut and some sad shit imagines. It'll cost you zero chromosomes to read this. Enjoy.
dirty imagines about joji ;) lol this might be good or it might be trash, but one thing I know is that joji's gonna be doing some fucked up shit in this book :) dm or comment for requests :')
"𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬." ☼[lowercase intended] ☼highest ranking #1 in filthyfrank and #3 in joji ♡𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘰'𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭♡
A Joji x Reader story Trigger warning for gore, addiction, abuse ++ It's going to be depressing as fuck just a lil disclaimer
Just a Joji Miller x Reader fanfiction. Max and Ian are also in that story. Smut ya horny cunts phahaah
a much needed joji book requests open, just comment or hit the dms my dudes i won't bite ;)
"私はあなたを愛している〜" "What?" • • a joji miller fanfic. Joji x fem!reader ©AntiSocialSociaIClub enjoy my crappy writing. will be on hiatus till further notice.
Basically you run into Joji after just moving to NY and you don't know who tf he is, but after getting to know each other he offers to take you to see some shit in NY!!!!
I keep this posted for shits and giggles. This entire story is a trauma block. Wrote it when I was 12.
I keep his music on repeat. I can't help but want to listen to his voice. It's like honey dripping down my throat and soothing my stomach. The raw emotions poured into his music reflects him. The honey in my belly melts once it hears his voice playing. So sweet and so sticky. One thing I learned is that bees make swe...