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If The Walls Could Talk Chapter 1: We Are All Adults Here

Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: When your parents leave for their annual summer vacation, they ask your long-time neighbor to come by and check on you.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap (20/50), a little bit of corrosion, sexual tension, Bj's, PinV, Unprotected sex, Smut with no plot, shower/tub smut.

A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for dividers.

WC- 3.2

If The Walls Could Talk Series // The Last Of Us Master List

With another semester of college under my belt, it’s time to come home for the summer. The group chat with my parents tells me that even years later, they still leave the house for a few weeks during the summer for a vacation. They’re going on a cruise this year and will be gone for nearly a month.

I’ve lived next to a man and his daughter for years—a sweet kid a little younger than me. Hours were spent playing with her when we were both young, and when I started high school, I began babysitting her, and nothing changed. I was always in his house, and the fact that we were constantly bumping into each other had my crush flying through the sky.

I had a crush that suddenly disappeared when I was up and moved away to college, but every summer, my crush came back with a vengeance—a spiteful vengeance. The older I got, the more I looked at Sarah’s dad in a new and different light.

Now I’m driving back home to an empty house and a house right next door with my much older crush. Let’s also add that Joel is also my dad’s best friend. He has been his best friend since Joel moved in with his baby daughter almost twenty years ago. The lights on the house are off, and my garage door opens with one button press.

The first day back from college was always just about laundry and eating a typical meal for the first time since I had been home for the brief spring break before exams. I can see that Joel is home; his truck is in the driveway, and the kitchen light is on. I text my parents while I wait for my food to reheat in the microwave.

Made it home, eating leftovers.

Aww I’m glad you are home sweetie. Don’t forget that if you need anything Joel is right across the street.

And his daughter is at camp this summer so he’ll be there anytime you need him.

You can’t just volunteer Joel like that.

I’ll make sure to remember that Mom.

I swipe out of the chat a little faster than normal. My attention drifts over to the lit-up kitchen window and I think about whatever Joel might be doing… since Sarah is away at summer camp. The beeping of the microwave pulls my attention away, and the room smells of leftovers. That night I watched a random movie marathon in a bed I’ve had since middle school, and fell asleep with a half eaten plate of food on my nightstand.

A week later theres a knock on the fence to my backyard. My eyes are closed behind my sunglasses. It’s only when the hot rays of sun fade and turn cold do I open my eyes and shift my eyes down the brim of my nose. It’s Joel. Standing there in all his glory. A hawaiian shirt covers his tan skin, and shorts give very little to the imagination.

I had a crush that suddenly disappeared when I was up and moved away to college, but every summer, my crush came back with a spiteful vengeance. The older I got, the more I looked at Sarah’s dad in a new and different light.

Now I’m driving home to an empty house and a house right next door with my much older crush. Let’s also add that Joel is also my dad’s best friend. He has been his best friend since Joel moved in with his baby daughter almost twenty years ago. The lights on the house are off, and my garage door opens with one button press.

I made it home, eating leftovers.

Aww, I’m glad you’re home, sweetie. Don’t forget that Joel is right across the street if you need anything.

His daughter is at camp this summer, so he’ll be there anytime you need him.

You can’t just volunteer Joel like that.

I’ll make sure to remember that, Mom.

I swipe out of the chat a little faster than normal. My attention drifts over to the lit-up kitchen window, and I think about whatever Joel might be doing… since Sarah is away at summer camp. The beeping of the microwave pulls my attention away, and the room smells of leftovers. That night, I watched a random movie marathon in a bed I’ve had since middle school and fell asleep with a half-eaten plate of food on my nightstand.

A week later, a knock was on the fence in my backyard. My eyes are closed behind my sunglasses. It’s only when the hot rays of the sun fade and turn cold that I open my eyes and shift my eyes down the brim of my nose. It’s Joel. Standing there in all his glory. A Hawaiian shirt covers his tan skin, and his shorts give little to the imagination.

“Your dad told me you were home.” He says plainly. I nod and keep my eyes on him. “You haven’t left the house in over a week, so I came to check on you,” Joel says as he shifts from in front to the side of me, sitting on another pool chair. “I haven’t needed to. You know mom always makes way too much food during the summer.” This is the second summer I’ve come back home, and my parents have been out on a cruise or flying to some destination they picked out the minute they got back the previous summer. “I know she’s always trying to pawn it off to the other neighbors,” Joel says, looking at you and then the water.

There’s a long pause between us; the tension grows, and before it can well into something, I cut Joel right off at the knees. “Well, I’m sure you’ve got other things to do today.” I say, then add, “instead of checking up on me.” There’s a shift in Joel’s face, but he quickly hides it behind a bright smile. “I do have some yard work I’ve gotta get done.” He says, getting up from the pool chair and pushing with the palms of his hands.

I watch him walk away. Open and close the fence gate. I stare for a long while. Wondering where the hell these random, hot flashes of feeling came from. The bottom of my stomach burns with a passion that I don’t even feel when I go out with guys from my college. I lick my lips, bring my sunglasses back up the ridge of my nose, and close my eyes. By the time I get back inside, the summer day’s heat has disappeared, and my skin is tanned.

Joel seems to know every time I’m outside. He knocks on the gate and lets himself in. This time I’m swimming in the pool. The heat has suffocated me in a way I’m not used to, “Do you go anywhere else?” Joel asks. I lift my head from the pool surface and look at him. This time, he’s wearing just a pair of shorts. Swim trunks, “It’s not like I have many places to go.” I say plainly before dropping my head onto the pool water’s surface. I feel the ripples of the water as Joel moves in.

He starts at the steps and makes his way over to me. Long swimming strides, and in a matter of seconds, he’s by my side. Once again, I was standing in the sunlight. I peep my eyes open again. “Do I have something on my face?” I ask him. His brown eyes bore holes into me in a way that made me feel like the only other person on earth but also uncomfortable. “I just hadn’t realized how much you’d grown up.” That is all Joel says before he too, lays on his back. I’m stuck wondering what that means. I had always seen Joel for precisely what he was.

“What does that mean?” I finally ask after a little silence. Joel seems to be forming his words, “It just means that are have become a beautiful woman in the passing years.” My courage starts to grow. “Does that mean you’ve been watching me?” I say, looking over at him. I can see him visibly swallow has if I’ve caught him in a tongue twister. “I… You…” He rolls his lips together, I move in the water. I want to see his face. “I’m what Joel?” My bathsuit hugs me tightly due to the water. “You’re just…” “I’m just what Joel?” I ask brushing my hand up from his belly to his chest. His skin lights up with goosebumps in the hot weather.

“I’m far to old for you.” He says as if he’s trying to stop himself from making a horrible choice. As if saying he’s older then me is going to stop the way my nails are dragging down the center of his body. Inching closer to the tie of his swim trunks.

The way my name falls from his lips, like he’s barely holding back his wants and needs. “Y/n, please I’m just as old as your father.” I roll my eyes. “Can you not bring him up when all I wanna do is make you feel good.” I mutter softly. Joel lets go of my hands and groans when I grab at his erection from the swim trunks. It’s just a wet piece of fabric between my hand and his cock.

“Fuck,” Joel mutters out in a low groan. But before the moment goes any further I move my hand and float towards the pool stairs. Joel is up and moving towards me before I even manager to get the towel around my body. “What in the hell was that?” He tries not to shout. “That’s called payback for the past fifteen years of my life, now if you don’t mind I’m gonna go take a bath,” I say before slipping into my flip-flops and walking into the cool air of the house. I leave the sliding glass door open.

An open invitation to follow me.

An open invitation to which he follows like a lost puppy dog following its owner. I don’t hear Joel get out of the water immediately as if he’s waiting for my father (his best friend) to come rounding the corner; all I know is that by the time I’ve settled into the hot water of the bathtub with bubbles on the rim of the tub. Joel is marching up the stairs and not even knocking on the bathroom door.

He just lets himself in. He is standing with a towel wrapped around his waist and water pooling around his feet. “You’re making a mess, ya know,” I say, not even bothering to look up at him. I had set up most of what I would use before my dip in the pool, my eyes gazing over the words in my romance novel.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that.” He says with a grunt. I say anything, flipping the page of my book over. The book goes from my hand to the sink, forcing me to look up at him. “You are a wrong choice waiting to happen,” Joel says with my chin in his hand. Holding me to look up at him, “But I’m not inclined to make the right choices right now.” He says before finally leaning down to press his lips into mine.

The kiss sweeps me off my feet metaphorically. His lips are rough and dry from the summer heat and sun, but the way he uses his mouth is heaven-sent. Passing over my lips with his tongue, his hand still holds my chin securely, giving Joel all the power he needs in this situation. His other drifts down your chest, and into the water. The bubbles surround his hand as his fingers graze over the tops of my breasts. Gentle has they grope and tease my nipple. The kiss is breathtaking, leaving me gasping for air when Joel finally does pull away.

When he pulls away there’s no giving away the rather large tent that has made it’s way through the soaked swim trunks and is now protruding through the pool towel. He follows my gaze, and looks down, “You want something?” He asks looking down at me, I nod. “Then undress me sweetheart.” The nickname makes my heart skip a beat, and my hands are reaching out for the towel, ripping it off and through it to the floor. His swim trunks go next and in one easy slip down his toned legs he’s free and completely naked in front of me. For being half my age older the man is built, muscles and tan lines that show the amount of work he’s put into his life already.

“You gonna keep staring at it with your mouth open? Or are you gonna use that pretty little mouth of yours up to some good use?” He says standing there in all his glory. I slip over the edge of the tub, half my body still sits in the water. My knees hitting the edge of the inner tub, nipples taught at the coolness of the surrounding air as I grab a hold of Joel cock. I had dreams about this, dreams of sucking him off, dreams of holding him in my hands, dreams of the way he’d taste, of the way he’d sound. Nothing is better then the real thing though. The weight of his cock on my hand is different then I’ve ever felt. A strong hand combs through my wet pool hair. “Come on darlin’ don’t keep me waiting.” He says gently.

I nod because there aren’t words to describe the feelings that are currently wrapping their way around my lungs. I lean forward and press my lips to the head of his cock. I look up at Joel through my lashes before sucking just the head of his cock into my mouth. A slight groan falls from his lips, and it eggs me on further. I take each inch of him with a slow pace, giving myself time to let him fill my throat. I’m not even must more librality because before i know it, th hand that was gently combing through my hair is pushing me further down his cock. My nose buried in his nicely trimed pubic hair. I gag around the tight feeling of his cock in the back of my throat, holding his thighs tightly in both my hands.

Joel hands holds my hair tightly. The once gentle hand is curled around my hair and using a force I’ve only ever seen him use when he’s lifting things from his truck. Using my throat in order to get exactly what he desires. His grunts and groans are the only things I hear, music to my ears. It’s the little tiny whimper of my name that has me knowing that Joel is close. His cock twitches in the back of my throat and my eyes water at the fullness he has me feeling.

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The water sloshes in the tub, as Joel moves us both into the tub. His back pressed against the cold porcelain. The law tub large enough to hold the both us. He doesn’t have me facing him at first. My back pressed against his chest, with his already stiff cock pressed between my wet thighs. Wet due to water, and due to the fucking my throat as just recieved. Joel plams my breasts. Teasing the stiff nipples between his fore fingers and thumbs. Rolling then and pinching at the same, it has me rockingand sqeuzzing his cock between the plusness of my thighs.

His lips connect to the side of my neck pressing soft and rough kisses into the skin. Leaving some patches with hickies. “Such a pretty women sitting on my lap.” He mutters against my skin, I let my head fall back over his shoulder and his lips find my chin. “Letting me do whatever i want to her, in her parents house.” His reminder that we are in fact in my parents house has me wetter then I’d like him to know, but my thighs sadly betray me. “Oh she’s a kinky little one isn’t she?” He says, “Spread your legs sweetheart.” He commands and follow with ease, watching as water flows over the edge a little. Suds hitting the floor, with my legs wide open one hands drops my breast and falls down the center of my stoamch and then to the center of my pussy. “Oh she loves the idea of my fuckin’ her right here in this bathtub, she loves the idea of my fuckin’ her in her parents house, what they don’t know don’t hurt ‘em.” He says as he slips two fingers in. Moans bounce of the tiled walls of the bathroom, his one finger are larger then my two fingers put together, so I can only image the way he’ll push my walls open to make room for his cock. He drops his other hands decidind it’s better to play with my pussy then my breast. With one hand pumping in and out of my pussy the other one starts with slow circles around my clit.

“You’re so wet Y/n, hmm how long have you been thinkin’ about me fuckin’ you?” He asks, his breath steady in comparison to mine, I can barely keep up, i roll my lips together before opening my mouth but all that falls out is moans of satisfation. “Answer me darlin’ or I won’t let you cum.” His words get my attention, and for a second I have to think. “Since I was in highschool.” I manage to get out. “Hmm such a dirty fuckin’ slut thinking about her dads best friend fuckin’ her.” his words have me squeezing his fingers in my pussy. “It’s okay baby, I’ve been thinkin’ about doing this since two summers ago.” His confession sends me over the edge. Into a white hot ecstasy. Joels fingers slide out with ease, and his other rest gives my sensitive clit a rest. Kissing my shoudler and back gentle as I come down from my high.

When I regain a portion of my brain I don’t give him much time to ask me many questions. I grab his cock and postion myself. Letting the head of his cock notch at my entrance. “Oh fuck sweetheart” Joel groans out his grip on my hips grows tight. “Wait.” He says, but I don’t listen, I’m absolutely consumed by the feeling of his cock around my pussy. I feel full and content with his cock complelty in my pussy. “Damn it Y/n, I said wait.” He shouts, “What? You don’t wanna be deep inside me anymore?” I tease. I can hear Joel gridding his molars together. “No I just wanted to make ure that you were on birth control you brat.” oh I bite my lip and nod my head. “Words darlin’ words.” “Yes, so you can cum as deep as you want Joel.” Theres an undeinable smile on his face, as he sets an unforgiving pace.

Water pools around the clawfoot tub as Joel pushes me forward. My hands gripping the tub as the sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls around us. The blinds opne but the summer streets empty. “Joel anybody would see us!” I moan as he wraps a large around the back of my neck forcing my to look towards the window. “Oh darlin’ I’m kinda hoping gets to see the sort of show you put on. Your ass so high up in the air, tits boucing and making mess around my cock. I bet I can make you cum again just like this.” His pace somehow gets faster and harder.

“Yeah, I can feel you squeezin’ my cock.” Joel mutters, “Wait I wanna…” My words die in my thaort as his other hand comes down between my legs and plays with my clit. A few circles and a few pinches “Wiat Joel please…” “Hmm what do you want now princess?” He asks through his own grunts of passion. “I wanna cum with you, please Joel cum inside me with me??!” I beg him, “Alright… alright princess, you can cum with me but you better be ready when I am.” He says, “I will be I will be Joel just pelase make me cum daddy.” Something in Joel must break, or maybe it was already broken because the pace he sets now is body breaking. My knuckles are white, and my mouth is just hanging open. “Come on princess squeeze my cock like a good little girl, and then I’ll give it you. Pump you full with my seed.” His words push me over the edge and with that my second orgasm rolls over my shoudlers. Joel pumps a few more times deep inside before he slips out and falls gracefully to the tubs floor.

We sit in silence for a moment. Joels words are the first thing that hit the sex smelling air. “This by the way sweertheart. Is NOT a one time deal.” he says grabbing my hips and pulling back down into his hold. We sit until the water goes cold, and or skin is wrinkly. “I’ll clean up after we get you somethin’ to eat missy.” He says wrapping the towels around my tired frame. I only nod unwilling to disturbe the peace of the moment.

Completed on: 04/10/24

Posted on: 04/13/24

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Hello. Can you write about Vernon Roche/Ciri (Witcher), please?

Ciri, as the crown Princess of Nilfgaard, must marry the aristocrat Voorhis.But Ciri loves not a noble Vernon Roche and does not want a marriage of convenience.Roche also loves Ciri and steals her at the altar on her wedding day. Roche takes Ciri in his arms in front of the surprised crowd, her angry father Emhyr and Voorhis, and and takes her with him. Emhyr is angry, but decides to let his only daughter go and not pursue her and her temer They leave in Temeria and live there happily ever after, and they have a little daughter Mirra. A few months later, Ciri looks at her beloved husband and newborn daughter and thinks that she made the right choice when she gave up empire and power for love. And she understands that she has found her home in Temeria, and not in the alien and hated Nilfgaard.

(Mirra has green eyes and white hair like Ciri)

35. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

39. "I want to marry you."

Thank you so much for writing about this ship. Recently, many people have been writing a lot of bad things about them and your cute stories are healing my heart. ❤️‍🩹 🌸

Here you go! Hope you enjoy

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1k Followers Challenge- Slot 1 Vernon x Ciri: The Crown Of Love.

Pairing: Vernon x Ciri

Pov: Ciri

Warning: Forced marriage, Saving your true love, just over all cuteness, wedding crasher vibes, happiness, fluff.

Summary: When Ciri is forced to marry another her true love the only one for her comes to save her from a loveless state.

WC- 1.4k

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It was going to be the wedding of all weddings in Nilfgaard. The princess was getting married to the great general Voorhis, not that the city truly cared about what was happening behind the castle walls, or really knew what was happening behind the castle walls. It wasn’t for anyone else to know, not even Ciri knew not until the day she was to be married to him.

I sit waiting for the knock on my bedroom door. I know the knock heard it all my life. My father, Emhyr. He knocks loud enough to have my maid nearly running towards the door to open it for him. “Ah my darling dearest, you look wonderful.” He says as he stands behind me. I’m looking at him but not really. I was told of this wedding yesterday evening, and since then I haven’t said a word to my father.

My heart is racing because I know that Voorhis is not who I love, not who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t want titles or the people's favor, I just want to live my life the way I see fit, but my father is a strong headed man. Taking ‘no’ isn’t something he likes to do. “Dear are you really still mad at me? Come now you know that this is what is right for the city, and for the crown.” My father speaks as if I haven’t the foggiest idea of what is right or wrong. I do, I know that forcing your daughter into a marriage she isn’t going to be happy in is wrong, telling her the night before is wrong, and keeping her stuffed away in a castle until you need her is wrong.

“I’m not mad father.” Is all I say. The corset is set tightly around my waist. The jewelry is a perfect representation of what weight this crown brings to me. The weight that the word princess brings along with it. I’m just a pawn in a game far larger than my life will ever be. I’m a pawn in a game for which I probably won’t see the end of. My father reaches over to the vanity pulling a necklace from the wood table.

He unclips the hook and places it gently onto my neck, “You my dear will rule the whole of Nilfgaard when I got to rest. You need a good, strong man by your side to help you along the way. Don’t…” He says clipping the necklace back together and then looking into the mirror. “Do not ruin this for the crown, for the city or for me, do you understand.” He’s stern in a way that has me looking back down at the floor. The shoes on my feet are killing my toes, I have no mobility.

There’s no running away.

There’s no ruining this for my father. Not while I’m trapped in this perfect version of how he sees me.

“Yes father I understand.” I say quietly forcing a smile to my face. “Good.” He says with a crooked smile on his face as he bends down to place a kiss to my forehead. “Always such a good girl for me.” I smile once more before he’s looping his arm in mine, and walking us towards the door. Towards my entrapment of marriage to a man I don’t like or ever care to like.

The chapel hall is filled with people that I’ve never met or even seen before. Voorhis stands at the end of the long line. He stands there looking at me like I’m his prey, My fathers hold on my arm is tight as we continue to walk down the aisle, “Smile my dear.” He whispers through clenched teeth. I smile, and my stomach turns when I’m finally at the altar.

In one whole blink of a moment my whole life will change, and surely it won’t change for the better. Not when I know there’s someone better, someone that loves me, cares for me, and wants me. Someone who makes me laugh, someone who I’d run away with if given the chance. The room full of people are staring right at me, burning my skin with their non-stop judgment of my well my everything.

Voorhis hands aren’t anything like Vernons. In comparison they’re soft, and small. Vernon’s have cracks and are rough to the touch, you can simply tell the amount of time and effort a man like Vernon has put into something. The way that Voorhis looks at me is different as well, his eyes don’t light up the way Vernons do, instead they darken looking at me as if I were prey caught in a trap. Which currently that’s exactly how I feel. Trapped in between these chapel walls with nobody to save me from the fate that has been chosen for me. The priest talks and I look at our hands touching.

It’s not until the priest gets to the words “Is there anyone here who objects to this happy marriage?” I’m hoping and praying that someone, hell anyone stands up and says something. It happens that someone does stand up, someone does utter those words that will hopefully set me free. “I do.” I know that voice, I know that voice because he’s always in my head. I know the voice that whispers sweet nothings into my ear before he kisses my neck, and when I look up I’m one hundred percent right.

Vernon stands in the back, looking no different then he does on any other given day. He’s a spotlight in the crowd of dull, and mundane people surrounding us. I let go of Voorhis hands dropping to my side, pleading with him to say more. He winks at me through a crowd of people that are gawking at the both of us. I can feel the anger pooling around me. My father stands and Voorhis’s face is turning a deep shade of red. Embarrassment doesn’t look great on him.

“I object to the marriage of convenience. To this marriage that is loveless on both sides.” Vernon says as he moves through the crowd and closer to me. A lonely bride who waits for the right man to come and save her. The closer Vernon gets the closer I feel to freedom, the way it itches and nips at the back of my heels. Vernon has a draw to him, and every time he takes a step forward I fall for him further.

The crowd of people around us are in utter and complete shock. How could their king allow for such a show, for such an embarrassment to happen on his watch. I can see his teeth grinding and the gears in his head working a little too fast on how to work around this embarrassment. Vernons rough hands grab mine and I feel at home for the first time since I’d last seen him. “You’re beautiful, you know that.” Vernon whispers to me, I smile for real for the first time today. “Will you take me away from this horrible place?” I ask and all Vernon does is nod. With my hand in his tugging me away from the angry Voorhis, and my father.

There’s a look on my father's face I really can’t place. A look of happiness but no for himself but for me. The guards are at full attention waiting for the king's orders, and when nothing comes Voorhis turns to him. “How dare you let this scum take my wife.” Voorhis screams. “Voorhis shut up.” Is all my father says as he watches me leave with Vernon. When the chapel walls disappear and the green grass comes into view there’s an invisible weight that comes off my shoulders. Making me feel lighter and more at peace.

“Thank you.” I whisper into Vernons back as we ride away. “Where to my love?” Vernon asks me. “Anywhere you go is where I go.” I tell him, he hums. When we make it to Termeria, and settle down for the night I can’t help the words that end up falling from my mouth so freely. “ I want to marry you.” I say, but there’s no shock written on Vernons face. Instead a smile grows on the man's features and he sweeps my heart up all over again. “Then we shall get married.” He says simply.

Almost a year later when I look down at the sleeping girl in my arms it’s then that I realize just what a wonderful choice I ended up making. “How’s my darling Mirra doing today?” Vernon asks, I shush him as he rounds the corner. “She’s sleeping, but I’m doing wonderfully.” He smiles and bends down to kiss the crown of my head. There’s another realization that hits me, that’s the only crown I’ll ever need. A crown of kisses, hugs, and sweet ‘i love yous’.

Completed on: 04/09/24

Posted on: 04/10/24

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