missyorkswhore

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oh shit he's gonna think I like him...

[missyorkswhore]

so how are we feeling about this idea...

imagine old man!joel miller prematurely coming in his pants while you knead his bulge and to make it up to you, he lets you ride his nose until you come/squirt all over his face, a reverse creampie if you will, while the viagra takes effect... 😮‍💨

anyways.............................. (someone pls enable me so i dig my teeth into this fic idea)

[missyorkswhore]

STOOOOOOOOOP 😭😭

[missyorkswhore]

Alright, Miller's brothers, alright...👀

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[missyorkswhore]

Dear Lord, when I get to heaven

Please, let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that You'll let him in

Father, tell me if You can

All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my Sun, he makes me shine like diamonds 😭

[missyorkswhore]

Cozy sunday with my boyfriend ❤️

[missyorkswhore]

Oh Joel Miller...

[missyorkswhore]

some things never change ❤️

[missyorkswhore]

Eiffel Tower and I won't say another word

[missyorkswhore]

sub dom

[missyorkswhore]

awn buddies ❤️

[missyorkswhore]

I'm in love with him

[missyorkswhore]

Professor Richards, tired, realizes it's better to teach me in practice what 34 + 35 is.

[missyorkswhore]

oh

[missyorkswhore]

Welcome back Dave York

[missyorkswhore]

some things never change

[missyorkswhore]

joel miller with glasses

joel miller, who gives you a crooked half-smirk whenever you speak to him, looking over the rim of his glasses and muttering “ain’t i old enough to be your daddy, darlin’?”

joel miller, who absolutely pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a single index finger when they slip down - real old man style

joel miller, who chuckles to himself as you try his glasses on for the first time, squinting at you to get a better look before declaring “lookin’ real nice, sweetheart”

joel miller, who is constantly misplacing his glasses when he needs them most - you can tell when it happens even if you aren’t in the same room; the sound of him patting his jeans and the subsequent goddamnit giving you all the information you need as the sound echoes from his workshop

joel miller, who goes to remove his glasses when he kisses you for the first time before you ask him to keep them on

joel miller, who gets the faintest flush to his cheeks when he realises said kiss has caused his glasses to fog up around the bottom of the lenses. the same flush that deepens as you tenderly pluck them from his face and clean the glass with the hem of your tshirt

joel miller, who near goes into cardiac arrest when his glasses give him a crystal clear rendition of you settling between his legs under his work bench as your hands trail up his denim-clad thighs

joel miller, who is eternally grateful to the patrol group that found the abandoned opticians lab as he drinks in the sight of your soft lips wrapped around his cock - so grateful, that he keeps one hand on the back of your head to guide you, and the other on the hinge of his frames for fear of losing them (and the glorious sight before him)

joel miller, who insists on you riding him that very evening. who, for the first time, is a lot less ashamed of the maroon plastic framing his eyes as he keeps his glasses on during the act - “Christ, you’re a fuckin’ vision, baby” is all he can muster between groans, barely blinking behind the glass as he palms at the soft swell of your tits

joel miller, who’s glasses creak a little as he buries his face in the crook of your neck when he cums deep inside you; shuddered breaths making the lenses steam up yet again

joel miller, who wakes up in the morning, swats at his bedside table and soon realises that instead of being on the nightstand, his glasses are in your grasps, being meticulously cleaned with a scrap of material - the same man who falls a little more in love with you when you admit that you’ve been doing it every morning for him before he wakes up

that’s all