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yxtkiwiyxt · 14 hours
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Starstruck Heights: The ESPYs
actor!joel x f!reader
Word Count: 2740ish+
Rating E
Fic Summary: You meet Joel Miller on a flight not realizing exactly who he is. Sparks will fly. Will Joel star in your future or will your insecurities and guarded nature push him away?
Chapter Summary: You and Joel deal with the aftermath of London and decide how to navigate your future together.
Chapter Warning: slight age gap (30/38), language, dirty talk, nipple play and sucking, thigh riding/grinding, praise, oral (f receiving - Joel is pussy drunk and sits reader on dat face), allusions to a BJ and sex
Random Comment(s): I’m back!! Please enjoy the final chapter of Starstruck Heights. There will be an epilogue and then drabbles in the future. Reader’s dress is inspired by Lindsey Vonn’s 2019 ESPY look. I also want to thank @joelsgreys for checking in on me this week as she knows I've been dealing with writers block. More to come with my other story Buried Truths...
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Chapter 11
You were overwhelmed by the attention.
Paparazzi hounded you outside your apartment once you returned from London, Joel’s fans bombarded you with questions, and social media exploded with speculations about your relationship. As you navigated the aftermath of your newfound “fame”, you and Joel decided to take a more subtle approach to address your relationship. You knew that you couldn't completely avoid the public eye, but you didn't want to give away too much of yourselves, so you tried to keep the PDA to a minimum in public. Holding hands mostly, or his hand on your thigh under restaurant tables or his hand at the small of your back. It had been a few weeks, and he still hadn’t formally confirmed your relationship as his publicist said it wasn’t necessary. Kisses were limited, but Joel always found ways to pull you away and kiss you privately and tell you exactly what he would be doing to you whenever you two would be alone.
You were now Joel Miller’s girlfriend (or a woman he was sleeping with according to the internet) and you had received plenty of hurtful comments from strangers on the internet, but you also had to remind yourself that there were many more very positive comments as well. Lina always sent you those. You knew Joel was nervous about the whole situation and considering your relationship had imploded once over attending a premiere together a few months ago, you understood why he was protective of your feelings and privacy.
“So… I was thinking,” you started as you laid your head against the pillows on the headboard of Joel’s bed. You loved his bedroom, it was a serene oasis, with walls painted in soft earth tones that mimicked the colors of nature. Large windows showcased a view of a lush, green garden just outside, with the natural light streaming in creating a calming atmosphere.
He looked at you and you saw the light gently caress his brown eyes, illuminating the rich, chocolate hues of his irises. The warm sunlight danced across his eyes, making them appear even more captivating and magnetic.
“It was so unfair of me to shut down your suggestion of me moving to LA. You’re right, my job doesn’t require me in New York, and we have a Santa Monica office,” you continued.
He started shaking his head. “Baby, no, it was unfair of me to ask you that. I’ll never forgive myself for doin’ that. I can move to New York,” he said.
Your mouth dropped open, but no words came out. You tilted your head, looking at Joel confused.
“It doesn’t matter where I am, I just wanna be with you,” his voice was sure.
“Well, I want you to know that I’m happy to move to LA,”
He nodded and a smile grazed his lips. “How about we have this conversation again in a few weeks baby? I want you to be sure,”
“I am sure,”
He tilted his head towards you, running his fingers through his curls. You could tell he was thinking as his tongue started dancing along his bottom lip.
“We can also figure out finances and logistics later, just because your house is paid off doesn’t mean that I couldn’t contribute in other ways,” you said.
He scoffed and looked so offended. “I love how independent you are but you need to realize that when we live together wherever that is, you’re not spendin’ a dime on anythin’,” he said seriously.
“But –“
“Baby, there’s nothing wrong with me wantin’ to provide for you. Call me old-fashioned but let me take care of you.
“But you already spoil me so much, and you never let me pay for anything!”
He chuckled. “Spoil you? You’re always at my throat when I try and spend money on you,”  
“I don’t ever want you to think I’m taking advantage,” You confessed, biting your lip.
He smirked. “I appreciate that, but sometimes you gotta let me be your rich, slightly older boyfriend,” he said with a wink.
 “I know,” you said rolling your eyes while he laughed. All you could do was smile at him, so you kissed his cheek.
“I also have a favor to ask you,” you said, staring at him.  
“Anything,” he kissed your forehead before pulling you back to look into your eyes.
“Will you go to the ESPY awards with me this summer? It’s in a few months. I got invited through work since it will be at the Dolby Theatre which is managed by one of the investment firms I’ve consulted for. I know how much you love sports, and I thought it could be a fun event to go too… together,” you said shyly while biting your lip.
His hand slid up and down your back softly in large circles and you nuzzled your face into his chest.
“I thought… we could use it as our coming out or something,” you said into his shirt. “I know you have to talk to your publicist, and it’s totally okay if it’s not the right time,” you paused. “I know you have major appearances coming up and this might not be –“
His hand found the bottom of your chin, and he lifted it gently with a finger. “Hey, look at me, beautiful,” his words were soft but forceful.
Your heart was pounding for some reason, and you felt overwhelmed by his stare.
“Does this mean you’re ready to tell the world that you’re mine?” he teased.
You smirked, your fingers stroking his hair. “More like, I’m ready to tell the world that you’re mine,”  
“I’ll gladly accompany you,” Joel whispered in your ear before giving you a bruising, deliriously happy kiss.
Joel had refrained from talking about you on talk shows or interviews and deep down you knew he wanted too. He respected your privacy and you loved him so much for it, but you felt like you were finally ready to start attending events with him publicly and you were fine with him sharing stories about your life together.
You kissed his chest, letting a content smile spread across your face.
“I love you so much pretty girl,”
“I love you more,”
His smile grew three feet at your comment.
“Not a chance,” he whispered as he gently slid your negligee off one of your shoulders, letting it dangle down. His mouth grazed your neck, across your jawline, to the other side of your neck. You yanked his head back to smash his mouth against yours, gripping ahold of the back of his t-shirt.
“Why are you wearing this?” you asked as you started pulling up his shirt and admired his chest, you could have sworn he didn’t have it on this morning. He exhaled deeply as you climbed on top of him licking his lips as you straddled his cock over his boxer briefs while his hands were firm on your hips as you continued to move against him and create friction. You weren’t wearing any panties so feeling him underneath you was driving you insane.
“Jesus,” he moaned into your mouth as he pulled his face away. “You’re so wet, I can feel it on my thigh,” He pulled your negligee up and took it off of your body to throw it off the bed so that he could zero in on your chest. You held your breath as he took your left nipple in his mouth, his tongue trailing light circles against it while he massaged the other one with his hand. You held your breath as his tongue trailed to your right nipple continuing to tease and torture you.
“Joel,” you moaned.
Increasing his pressure, he began to suck on it greedily while you felt his hand slide between the two of you to tease you and rub up and down with his hand. Your eyes popped open, and you realized he had his eyes on you and his smile widened as you felt two fingers teasing your entrance.  
His alarm went off and you both groaned. He had to go to work, he had a meeting he couldn’t miss.
“Shit,” he muttered. He started to lay down on his back and he started to drag you up while he continued to shift lower so that his face would be under your thighs.
“As much as I love this idea, do we have time?” you gasped. You had never had a boyfriend that had ever been this passionate about going down on you before – or as Cosmo called it, being “pussy-drunk” which you felt was appropriate. You remember the first time he asked you to sit on his face, you were so nervous and had to explain to him that you had never participated in that “activity” before. You felt inexperienced at times and Joel was certainly more worldly when it came to sex. You could tell that he was excited that he would be the first when he positioned you over his mouth and grunted out how much he wanted you all over his face.
It wasn’t any different today.
“I need to taste you,” he said painfully. You positioned yourself over him slowly, the truth was you still always got nervous in this position. He could see everything.
“Don’t fuckin’ get shy on me, I love this view,” he growled as you continued to hover. You grabbed the headboard in preparation with your knees planted on either side of his head and he yanked you down quickly onto this mouth.
You whimpered and rocked against his mouth. He buried his tongue against your clit, sucking it into his mouth and then circling his tongue on it. You started rolling your hips aggressively against his face and felt his beard rubbing up against your thighs. You were convinced this was why you always requested he keep his beard; you loved feeling it against you during moments like these.Joel was always insanely good at this; he wasn’t even using his fingers and you felt like you were already getting closer and closer to the edge. You were moaning and whining on top of him, his tongue was meticulous. His groans and noises were getting louder and louder, and you looked down behind you and noticed he was fisting his hard cock. It was always such a turn-on knowing that he got off on getting you off. You were getting wetter and wetter gushing more slick onto his face.
“Joel, oh my god…” you whined with your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
You looked down at him and could see the desperation on his face as you pushed yourself further into his mouth.
“Keep goin’ baby,” he moaned. “Please don’t stop, keep makin’ yourself feel good,” his words muffled by you fucking his beautiful face.
“I – I…” you screamed. You continued thrusting against his face faster, arching your back and yanking on his hair squirming around to meet the movement of his mouth and his tongue. The sounds filling the room were obscene as he hungrily continued to lap and suck at your hole. You felt yourself crying out, the sound of his name leaving your lips in a broken wail as you came hard.
“You look so fuckin’ sexy when you come,” he groaned as your taste flooded his mouth.
Your body was shaking, and you tried to push his face away, and the harder he held onto your thighs pulling you back toward his mouth. He kept going, licking, and sucking and drinking up your release as you struggled to breathe. Your heart was thudding out of your chest, and he slowly brought you down his body to seat you on his stomach when he noticed your breathing was coming back to normal.
He closed his eyes for a moment, licking his lips. His mouth and chin were shiny with your slick. You could tell he was trying to regain composure.
You collapsed on his body and hugged him tightly while kissing his face and chest all over. “I don’t want you to leave me yet,” you pouted.
“Ask nicely,” he teased.
“Please. Don’t go, I want to make you feel good, Handsome,” you begged.
His breath hitched. “Oh yeah?” he replied.
You nodded pathetically. “Please? Just a couple more minutes.”
He looked at the clock on the bedside table and you watched the struggle on his face as he thought for a moment, shaking his head while a crooked smile crossed his lips.
“I can see you straining against those restrictive boxers, Mr. Miller,” you said seductively as you reached inside his boxers.
He not-so-secretly loved it when you called him that. “Fuck…” he groaned when your thumb brushed over the head of his cock.
You smiled a devilish grin. “Stay on your back. Let me take care of you,”
He bit his lip and cursed under his breath. He was going to be late.
xx
2024 ESPY Awards
The first thing that caught your attention were the bright lights and glimmering decorations that adorned the entrance. The red carpet was bustling with activity, with reporters and photographers capturing the arrivals of the various athletes and celebrities in attendance. It was lighter, more relaxed and self-referential than many other awards shows, which helped calm down your nerves.
The buzz of excitement and anticipation in the air was palpable as different stars made their way down the red carpet, posing for pictures and answering questions from the eager reporters.
Joel walked confidently down the red carpet, his fingers laced with yours. You were still not accustomed to the flashing cameras and eager reporters. Joel was waving and smiling at the crowd while you gazed up at him adoringly. He glanced down at you and squeezed your hand.
Reporters rushed over, clamoring for a moment of his time, eager to capture a soundbite or two from Joel. You stepped to the side, and he gave you a look that screamed come back. He graciously answered questions, showcasing his charisma and charm, while you stood by his side.
"Hey, over here! Can we get a quick word?" another reporter shouted, holding out a microphone towards Joel.
Joel smiled and nodded, gesturing for you to stand closer to him. "Sure, we have a moment," he replied, wrapping his arm protectively around you.
The female reporter wasted no time, asking him, “So, I've heard some rumors about your new lady friend in your life. And here she is tonight with you. Care to share any details?”
Joel chucked. “She's actually been my lady friend for a long time. She’s one of the coolest people, she's so intelligent, she's beautiful, and she's certainly out of my league. Let me tell you, bein’ with her is the greatest accomplishment of my life,”
You smiled shyly at the compliment. You couldn’t believe how fast time had flown, you two had met about a year and a half ago at this point. The reporter then turned to you and asked you, “Any responses Miss Lady Friend?”
“Joel and I started dating. I fell head over heels for this dude, and he was into me, and now we live together, and I guess here we are,” you shrugged.
She continued talking to you. “I’m not going to pry because a lot of people want to ask. But he’s sexy and people adore him. It must be hard too that your boyfriend is like so gorgeous, and every woman wants him,”
You gazed at Joel, taking in every intricate detail of his face. The way his eyes sparkled in the light, his strong jawline, and the way his lips formed into a smile. He ditched the tux look and was wearing a white button-down shirt but left half the buttons undone, because of course. He paired it with classic black trousers and black shoes, all by Prada. You started feeling a familiar warmth spreading through your body.
You laughed. “Hey… I get it. He’s hot” you responded.  
“Yeah, he is hot,” she said looking him up and down as Joel nervously ran a hand through his hair before awkwardly placing a hand on his neck, trying to hide his blush.
She then turned back to you and asked, “Who are you wearing?”
You were wearing a simple form-fitting champagne-hued gown with a thigh-high slit that showed off your legs.
“I’m wearing a dress by amazing Kuwaiti designer Yousef Aljasmi” you responded. You reached for your Chopard necklace. "I’m terrified something is going to happen to this and I’m going to have to work at this jewelry company for my entire life to pay the debt."
The reporter laughed with you. “How did you two meet?”
You didn’t think Joel would answer, but he kept it brief and to the point.
“It’s actually a simple story… we met on a flight,” Joel responded while looking at you.
He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful and important person he had ever seen in his life.
All you could do was smile.
And little did you know that Joel was going to propose to you… tonight in the privacy of your shared home.
xx
OMG THE END… for now.
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princesatracionera · 2 days
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(tw: blood, character death.)FIRST EVER EDIT PLS DONT BE MEAN 😭. Joni Mitchell is back on spotify so i was listening to Both sides now and it reminded me of joel sm. anyways should i post on the tik tok?
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pedro-pascal · 1 year
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a message from Rahul Kohli 
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bella in the background 🥺😭
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jarrussyndulla · 1 year
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the way joel says “what’s wrong with you” is so fucking funny to me like he’s so embarrassed his feral child is making a bad first impression on tommy that he’s like i raised you better than this!! but we all know he didn’t and she’s actually just like him
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hbothelastofus · 1 year
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pedrohub · 1 year
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It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask of you. I swear. 
Pedro Pascal as JOEL MILLER The Last of Us (2023) — 1.06 “Kin”
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trashcora · 1 year
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The Last of Us (2023) — 1.04 “Please Hold to My Hand”
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a7estrellas · 1 year
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You laughed, motherfucker I didn’t laugh.
PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER THE LAST OF US | 1.04 PLEASE HOLD ON TO MY HAND
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ellies-enrichment · 14 hours
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hopefully he never gets shotgunned in the leg
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meganwoods-author · 11 months
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That extremely hot thing middle aged men do when the weight of the world is crushing them
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macbeth-s · 1 year
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#two types of girl dads
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pedro-pascal · 1 year
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PEDRO PASCAL  as Joel Miller THE LAST OF US (2023-)
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sylvies-chen · 1 year
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I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.
joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.
and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.
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avasillva · 1 year
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But you get it, though. You might not be her father, but you were someone’s. See, I could tell.
THE LAST OF US S01E01: When You're Lost in the Darkness S01E05: Endure and Survive
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