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 sweet and supple honey, yet they sting.

ahh the beautiful fandom of George / Francis of the Filth / Joji Miller. these are just lil cute ( n naughti hehe >;) ) imagines of u n the majestic georgieo. nyways thanks4reading and I hope you enjoy :) started on August 20th.

Just another Joji x Reader.

"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.

Being stuck on the Plastic Beach is fun and all, but there's only one thing that really makes it enjoyable. Or should I say, one person...

"What is love to you, anyway?" "For me, love is non existent" -short story-

Just a Joji Miller x Reader fanfiction. Max and Ian are also in that story. Smut ya horny cunts phahaah

Dealing with financial issues, romance, and your parents. All surrounded by the fact that you're working for Joji Miller. Well you hold the camera.

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