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lionneee · 4 months ago

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Behind the cameras

Modern!Actor!Aemond x Modern!Actress!Reader

{Request: hello dear!! i'm very happy that requests are open and i was wondering if i could write my idea if it wouldn't be a bother. i had thought of a modern actor aemond × reader. the two are co stars in a period drama full of intrigue and suspense (like the borgias or the tudors) , reader plays an ambitious and powerful woman and has aemond (the character he plays) tied to her finger, the two have a lot of chemistry and in fact aemond constantly suggests adding more kissing or sex scenes with reader despite already having several scenes like this. in the scenes where they kiss he always tries to deepen the kiss and prolong it (despite it not being in the script) and once while they were shooting a sex scene she felt his erection on her leg. feel free to adapt it to your will ❤️❤️}

You completely forgot yourself, everytime they called ‘Action!’. Of course, it was fondamental for an actor to forget itself completely, and just get in the skin of the character. It was something that always came easy for you.

Sometimes it was more difficult to get out of character.

To define the line between yourself and the characters you played.

“We should kiss right there. After your character insults mine, that would be perfect.” Aemond said as you read the script together.

“Uh, sure, yeah, that would be great.”

“It would show just how much he pents from your lips, how much he’s ready to give everything for you.” He explained as he looked at you straight in the eyes.You nodded as you looked back at him.

“Yeah, that he’s weak for her.”

That I’m weak for you.

“Exactly. Not even the worst humiliation could tear him away from her.” Aemond agreed.

So you took a deep breath as you stayed in position on the set, your dress a long, blue, beautiful gown, with a squared low cleavage, the corset tight around your torso, pushing up your chest, making it almost spill from the gown.

It had been a long day, and you were about to shoot a simple scene, actually, where Aemond’s character came into your chambers all angry and jealous because your character chose to marry his character’s opponent.

Easy, fast, simple.

You simply had to act all cocky and confident, then kiss him in the end.

“Action!”

You took the goblet from the table, taking a long sip from the juice, and you wished so much it was real wine.

“You chose him?” Aemond stormed in your chambers, his hair moved back with a low ponytail, his expression one of rage and pain, betrayal.

He was such a good actor.

You were happy to work with him, really.

You looked at him from over your shoulder, nonchalant.

“Yeah, obviously. He’s more rich, he loves to travel–”

“He loves to travel.” He laughed bitterly. “Is that what you wish for? A lonely life?” He walked closer, standing right behind you, his face right over your shoulder.

“But I wouldn’t be alone, would I, my Lord?” You glanced up at him, your eyes big with the sweetest gaze you could manage. You saw him looking at your face, studying your features as you felt his breath hitching. “You would never leave me alone…” You let yourself lean back against his chest, feeling his body stiffen at your closeness.

It was all part of the scene.

“Of course not, my Lady.” He answered, you knew he was clenching his jaw by the way he spoke. “I could never.” He admitted with a softer tone.

“That’s right.” You turned around, facing him. You smiled, looking at him as he stared at you. You caressed his face with the back of your fingers.

“Such a pretty boy… acting like my dog.” You dropped your hand, walked around the table, took back your goblet as you reached the writing table, opened the drawer to take out a piece of paper, you took the pen and tinted in the ink.

“He’s rich, he’ll provide me with everything.” You quickly wrote on the piece of paper, then folded and sigilled it. “He’s got a big mansion, big gardens all around it.” You turned back around to look at him, raised your hand, the folded letter between your fingers.

“You’ll come to see me?” You raised your eyebrow. He walked closer, carefully, as if he was walking on glass shards.

“You’ll be married.” He stated.

“And?”

He took the piece of letter from your hand, and hit it in his pants pocket.

“Yes. I’ll come to see you.” He looked down, as if ashamed of his statement. You walked closer, putting a hand on his cheeks to raise his head, so he looked back at you.

He looked at you, his gaze hard, but you could see the affection.

It felt so real.

He suddenly leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back, as he moved his hand on the back of your neck, drawing you closer to him.

It was supposed to be an easy kiss, then the camera would have moved away, and the director would have called ‘Cut’.

But when you felt his tongue darting out, you gasped in surprise.

You pulled slightly away, enough to look at him for a moment, then he quickly pulled you back, deepening the kiss, invading your mouth with his tongue, that met yours in a furious dance.

He moved his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, as he leaned down, his tongue moving deeper in your mouth.

Then you felt it.

Against your pubic bone, solid and prominent.

He was hard.

You had to restrain yourself from moaning.

“Cut!” You heard the yell, and you pulled away from him, looking at him with a hint of frustration, confusion and lust.

He looked at you for a moment, then he moved to the side, looking at the table, as if it was the most important thing in the world.

He moved to the side, so he would be having his back facing the crew.

So that the bulge you felt against you, was hidden from everyone.

“That was great, guys.” The director said as he gave you his thumbs up. You smiled and nodded, glancing back at Aemond only when you saw him standing up to leave, to prepare the next scene. “You are free to leave, have a good night.” The director said then.

You saw him turning his head to the side, his eye looking briefly at you. You immediately looked down, and raised your gown to move in your dressing room.

That had been the weirdest day you’ve ever had at work. Surely he was thinking of someone else.

His girlfriend perhaps.

You groaned, somehow disliking the idea as you kept rubbing the sponge on your body, enjoying your cold shower.

His eye full of lust as he kissed you.

The feeling of his tongue against yours.

He was a good kisser.

You whined at yourself, annoyed at not being able to forget that damn scene.

You threw the sponge away, and quickly did your shampoo, washing all the soap off your hair and body. You sighed as you leaned your head back, enjoying how the water hit your head.

His bulge against you.

You whimpered at the thought, your hand moving shamelessly between your thighs.

The way he breathed between a kiss and another.

You pressed your lips together as you tentatively circled your clit.

How his tongue moved in your mouth.

“Fuck—“ You whispered as you put your hand in the wall, your hand moving faster on your core.

How hot his body was.

So hard against yours.

How he pulled you closer, how his arm held you tightly against his body.

How his cock rubbed against you.

How the the doorbell rang

The doorbell?!

“Fuck.” You groaned as you moved your hand away from yourself, washing it under the shower, grabbing a towel to quickly dry yourself enough to slip in your oversized shirt, panties and some sweatpants.

“I’m coming!” You yelled as you sighed, running towards the door as you finished to pull up your pants, the doorbell ringing again.

“I said I’m com—“ You stopped mid sentence as you opened the door, finding no one but him.

Of fucking course.

Just when you were touching yourself at the thought of him.

He must have taken a shower too, you could smell his scent, clean.

“Aemond.” You said, surprised.

“Hey…” He smiled slightly. “Can I come in?” He asked politely.

“Uhm… yeah, sure…” You took a step back, giving him the space to walk inside.

Leather jacket, black t-shirt and black jeans.

Emo.

“Can I offer you something?” You asked as you started walking toward the kitchen, prompting him to follow you.

“Mh, no thanks…” He mumbled as he followed you, looking around himself.

“Nice apartment.” He simply commented.

“Thanks.” You got into the kitchen, and you grabbed a glass of water for yourself. “So… what brings you here?” You asked, clearly unease. He looked at you, as he started talking, rubbing the back of his head.

“Today's scene was-“ You immediately interrupted him.

“Tomorrow I’ll be shooting with Cregan anyway, so we can look at our future scenes tomorrow.” You stuttered quickly, trying to avoid ’his cock’ argument as much as possible.

Especially after what you almost did in the shower.

“I’ve interrupted you?” He asked, he raised his hand to point at your wet hair, but you kept your eyes on the floor, not understanding what he truly meant.

“Well, yeah— I-I mean, I interrupted you, but in fact you did it even before I did, so I guess it makes it fair that I inter—“ You looked up at him, seeing his hand still in the air, his finger pointing at your hair.

“I meant your shower.” He stopped you with an amused smile.

“Oh, yeah… Uhm… No, I-I was finished.” You nodded your head to accentuate your words.

“Yeah… but what did you say?” He asked, stepping forward as he tilted his head on the side, his expression confused, but he smiled amused. You pushed yourself closer to the counter.

“What did I say?” You repeated, genuinely confused, barely remembering the words you stuttered only a moment ago.

“I interrupted you before you interrupted me. If you had finished your shower… What have I interrupted?” He smirked as he kept getting closer.

“Nothing.” You answered, perhaps too quickly to be believed.

“Nothing? Mhh…” He shook his head slightly, externalizing his doubts, as he got right in front of you, his hand moving a strand of wet hair out of your face. “I don’t believe you.” He whispered. You looked up at him, speechless.

“Were you thinking of me, in the shower, my Lady?” He smirked as he pushed his body against yours, trapping you against the counter. “Were you thinking of what… you felt?” He spoke the last two words with malice as he rubbed his hips against yours, enough to make you aware of his presence. You had to bite your lip to not let out any sounds, considering how wet you were from what you were doing in the shower, and how much he was succeeding in turning you on.

His body felt so hard and hot, and despite you two having multiple romantic scenes together, now this particular fact was making your head spin, worderining about how much he would feel good against you.

“Absolutely not.” You breathed out as you leaned back, trying to put some distance between you two.

He was your coworker.

“No? Don’t lie to me. You know better than that, don’t you?” His smirk turned into something that looked more sinister, his condescending tone making your face flush with a hint of shame. He grabbed your cheeks in his hand, pulling your face millimeters from his.

“So?” He looked down at you. “Were you thinking of me?” He asked again as he let his other hand move your hair behind your shoulders, then trailing it over your clavicle. “While you stood naked…” His fingers trace the edge of your bra. “Wet…” He passed his hand over your breast, pressing his fingers on your stern. “Touching yourself, even?” He whispered, letting his hand linger over the waistband of your pants, looking deeply at you, giving you a moment to protest.

You did’t.

He slipped his hand under your pants as panties, moving down until he found your wetness.

You couldn’t.

“Christ you’re so wet…” He grunted as he started circling his fingers over your pearl, spreading your wetness.

Not when you craved him this much.

You moved your hand to his jacket, pulling him down to kiss you. You were used to having the lead when it came to him, since his character was always so ready to submit to yours.

So you gasped more loudly than you’d like to admit when you suddenly felt two of his fingers entering you, burying themself knuckle deep. You threw your head back at the sensation, but he quickly pulled you back up with a hand behind your head, looking closely at you as you arched your eyebrows and opened your mouth the moment he started moving his fingers inside you,crooking them, rubbing your walls with an intense rhythm.

“Oh�� Oh God– Aemond–” You panted as you looked back at him. You can see his gaze hungry, full of lust as he drinked in your expression of pure pleasure.

“Is this what you’ve been doin in the shower, mh?” He looks down at your lips. “Thinking of me?” Your face flushed red in embarrassment, making him chuckle.

“Shh, it’s okay… I’ve thought about you too–” He grins as he slowly starts rocking his hips on your leg, his bulge evident.

You looked at him, surprised.

He has thought about you too.

“W-wha- ah!” You moaned again as he found the right spot inside you, the spot that made your legs tremble.

“Oh, my silly, silly girl…” He bent down his head to kiss the skin right behind your ear. “You thought that all those kissing on set was just work?” He chuckles softly in your ear.

You turn your head to look at him, stunned.

“A kiss would be perfect right after that.”

“I think they should kiss now, a heated, deep kiss.”

“What do you think about a kiss here? Their bodies pressed together as they pull each other closer.”

“You’ve been a thunderstorm from the first day–” He groaned in your ear. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you–” He pushed his nose against your cheek, his fingers never relenting, never stopping on rubbing the same spot inside you, building your climax faster than what you'd expected, his words sending shivers down your body. “I could never get enough of you– That mouth of yours– This body–” He looked down at you, pulling down your sweatpants and underwear in one move, enough to see his fingers being sucked in. “No one will call ‘Cut’ here, baby. I’m gonna take what I want from you now.” He looked back at you, his eye locking with yours. “And you…” He pressed his fingers more firmly, making you moan and clench around his fingers. You had to put your hands on his shoulders, feeling your orgasm about to get you. “... are going to enjoy every single second of it.” You moaned loudly, your walls spasming as your orgasm washes over you, waves of pleasure running over your body as you gripped his shoulders tighter, clinging to him to not fall back.

“Oh, she’s pretty when she comes…” He hummed as he put his hand on your cheek, withdrawing his fingers from you. He looked directly at you as he brought his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“You’re definitely my favorite meal.” He smirked as he put his hands unger your thighs, hoisting you up the counter. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of your pants, pulling them off completely along with your panties.

You found yourself able to do much, if not looking at him in awe as he unbuttoned his jeans and took off his jacket.

“Your shirt too.” You said without thinking twice, but turning red tomato when he raised his gaze at you, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah? You want to see me, baby?” He chuckled as he pulled off his pants, the bulge of his hard cock well visible from his boxers. Instead of removing his own shirt, he moved his hands on the hem of yours.

“I’m only being fair, you know?” He laughed as he removed your shirt, his following soon after. You both lock your eyes on the other’s chest.

You knew Aemond had a well built figure, but you didn’t expect… this.

He was beautiful.

He was damn hot.

And basing from the smirk on his face, he was even well aware of it.

“That corset…” He grunts as he steps closer again, his hardness pressing directly on your core. “You felt what it did to me.” He moved his hand up your breast, palming it freely, as your breath hitched. “If you’d seen… the things it made me do…” He looked up at you. “When I closed myself in my dressing room…” He whispered.

“Aemond…” You moved your hands from your chest to his face. “Fuck me.” Even if it was supposed to sound like an order, it came out like a pitiful whine, that made his smirk grow even wider.

“So demanding…” He caressed your cheek, his hand pressed on the counter beside your thigh. “But you have to ask for it better than that, baby…”

He said with a hint of arrogance, but what unphased you more was the dominance in his voice.

“W-what?” You mumbled as you looked at him, confused.

“Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you.” He repeated more firmly, his face turning serious.

You’ve never begged a guy.

“No.” You shook your head, incredulous that he even thought that you would do something like that.

“Oh, so you don’t want it?” He put a hand on his crotch, squeezing it.

Oh, Gods…

You pressed your lips together, hesitant to let the words come out of your mouth.

“Please.” You muttered, your embarrassment only growing more. His chuckle at your lame attempt did not help at all.

“Mhh…” He looked at your core, passing his fingers over your entrance, making you gasp. “Maybe you need some encouragement?” You watched closely every single movement he did. He stepped back, pulling down his boxers.

Holy God.

And every other Gods that might exist.

You surely had one in front of you, because that cock…

Your mouth watered as you saw him shamelessly discard his boxers, his hand starting to jerk himself.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You mumbled, your eyes did not move from the sight of his hard rock cock, long, pale and veiny.

Perfect.

“I’m giving you some encouragement. Ready to beg?” He smirked. You shook your head.

“I’m not going to beg.” You repeated.

No way.

“I think you got too accustomed to my character, you know?” He chuckled, even if he interrupted himself with a moan, as he jerked himself faster. “If— you want something from me— here. You have to beg for it.”

You kept watching him, it was stronger than you, you really couldn’t help it.

Not when he looked that good pleasuring himself.

You wished it was you.

“Aemond…” You whined as you bit your lower lip.

“You know what to do, baby.” He simply answered, moaning again.

You feared he would make himself come alone.

You had to act quickly.

“Please.” You say a bit more desperately. “Please fuck me… I-I need it… I want to feel you.”

“Yeah? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please! I’m begging you!” You cried out. He stopped his hand, moving close to you again. He looked down at you, smiling at the wetness that covered your core as he aligned his tip with your entrance. He looked back at you.

“If you begged me like this for everything—“ He pushed in in one swift move, filling you completely, even too much, as you let out a loud groan. “—I would give you the world.”

He slowly pulls out, almost to the tip, before thrusting in again, hard enough to make you move back on the counter.

“Fuck—“ You moaned as you leaned back on your hands behind you. “You’re too big— Aemond…” You cried out, looking down at his cock stretching you painfully.

“Shh, shh… You’ll feel good, you just have to relax.

He moved in and out slightly, slowly, as his thumb circled your pearl, enough to make you relax and forget the pain. You breathed deeply as soon the uncomfortable sting started to feel a pleasurable stretch.

Not only did he have a beautiful cock, apparently, he also knew how to use it.

“I want you to feel me…” He grunted as he pushed his hand on your stomach. “Right here—“ He growled as he delivered another hard thrust. You moaned loudly as you could swear, you felt him there.

“Aemond—“ You breathed out, looking at his face. He looked up from your stomach, his eyes turning more tender.

But that lasted only a few seconds, before he started picking up the pace, the harshness of his thrusts never relenting.

“Oh fuck—“ You moaned as you let your head hang back, closing your eyes shut as you felt him so deep, you feared he could pinch your stomach for real.

“That’s right baby… That’s it, wet my cock—“ He moaned as he started thrusting faster, changing his angle to find the same spot he rubbed with his fingers.

He knew he got it when you suddenly straightened up, and wrapped your arm around his neck.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh— Ah! Aemond!” You didn’t even mind to control your volume, any attempt would have been in vain anyway.

He just felt so good.

“This pussy was made for me— Only me, baby—“ He growled as he wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling your face closer to his. “So tight— So fucking tight and wet— So good…” He grunted as he kept moving, every thrust calculated and harsh.

“I want to feel you come around me. I want you to soak my cock, baby.”

“Oh— Aemond—“ You moaned loudly at his words, clenching around him. He growled as he could feel your wet walls tightening around him, squeezing him so sweetly.

“You want me to touch you again, baby? Make you feel good?”

“Yes! Please— please, please!” You whined loudly, making him chuckle at your plea.

“Oh, she learned, uh? Such a good girl she is— Fuck-“ He moaned as he felt you clenching again, and again, then once again. “Yes that’s it, come baby— Come for me, say my name.”

“Oh, fuck! A-Aemond!” You almost screamed, but you couldn’t care less, not when your orgasm was about to hit you so hard, like you’ve never had before. Waves of pure pleasure ran all over your body, your mind disconnecting completely from the world, as if you felt in heaven for a moment. Your jaw went slack as you let out a long sound of pure pleasure.

“Yes, baby- Yes!” He moaned. “I’m gonna come— where?” he panted with the last bit of restrain he still had, despite the wonderful feeling that you cunt was giving him, sucking him in and squeezing him like a vice.

“Not inside— I’m not on—“

“Fuck!” He quickly pulled out, jerking himself again right in front of you, you could see his muscles clench, his breathing ragged as his sperm spilled on your stomach and his hand, coming with a low moan.

He sighed deeply as he clenched his hands into fists, leaning on the counter, his hands pressed against the surface beside your thighs.

“You…” He looked up at you, his expression one of satisfaction and tiredness. “You’re mine now.”

You didn’t think twice before nodding. Pulling you closer to kiss him deeply.

Acting would have come way more easier like this.

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gildeddlily · 1 year ago

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I need more content about Chuuya. like, Soukoku is the bsd couple with more works on Ao3, the most loved of the whole fandom, there are over 20 thousand fanfictions. there are tons of edits and AMV about him on tiktok and youtube, tons of x reader and fanarts. but it's (almost) always the sweet and a little dumb Chuuya.

Chuuya who's in love with Dazai and is begging him not to leave, who's mad at him for leaving the fricking mafia and "abandoning him", who's crying about being the second choice for everyone (fuck that, especially the "kouyou chose kyouka over chuuya"- you're telling me she chose to protect a 14ys girl over a 22ys man who's a mafia executive? oh sorry she should have left the child alone my bad), who is constantly manipulated by Dazai and betrayed (and content like this is made by people who love Dazai but don't understand him one bit- like yeah he manipulated the Sheep into betraying Chuuya but the Sheep were fucking assholes who didn't deserve Chuuya, and Dazai treated him fucking better than them- don't let me get started ab them or I'll never stop), feminized Chuuya, short and skinny Chuuya who likes to be the little spoon cause Dazai is the big strong man, lonely Chuuya who doesn't have anyone and basically dumb Chuuya who doesn't understand Dazai and cries to his sleep ab him.

fuck no, and I've been reposting every post that talks ab this. we want more Stormbringer Chuuya, and we don't have him 'cause not everyone has access to the novel or wants to read it. but Stormbringer is my Bible and should be everyone's.

We want more 15 years old Chuuya who carried on his shoulder a whole organization, the same organization that treated him like a damned dog, who got betrayed by the people he was sacrificing himself for the moment he tried to do something for himself, who was tricked into joining the Port Mafia (an organization he hated), who's easily read and manipulated and is aware of it, who never gave up on his humanity and worked hard and became important and strong for his new organization in a year as a teenager, who was able to made Dazai survive, giving him some sort of will to live, after like days of knowing him.

We want constantly dehumanized 16 Chuuya that got tortured for hours, that found out about his terrible origins and past, who sacrificed fondamental information about himself to save Yokohama, that almost got himself killed protecting the same person who betrayed him and fought his "brother" in order to do so, that lose the friends he called family and the only chance he had to have a life outside the mafia. Desperate because of his family's death Chuuya, in his painful corrupted form Chuuya, putting his life in Dazai's hands Chuuya, the one who beated the King of Assassins Chuuya, the one who was able to destroy an entire organization with his partner Chuuya. Port Mafia Executive Chuuya, who became who he was because of himself and with Dazai's help, who was able to become stronger even without him. Chuuya who suffered because of Dazai's deflection but understood it.

22 Chuuya who met his ex-partner after four years, stronger than how Dazai remembered him and still able to surprise (Dazai's "how fast!" when Chuuya punched him was hilarious and empowering, especially after his "I know all your moves" talk- and no, we "heard" his thoughts, so it wasn't an act stop saying that he had predicted that too when chuuya's like one of the only ppl able to surprise him) one of the smartest people in their country, who made sure things didn't change between them and made said smart and manipulative man cry from laughing over his damned rich girl impression. Chuuya who is the best martial artist and probably strongest ability user (Q is a child, and his "fight" with Steinbeck said a lot about his strength- crazy yes, but Chuuya could still beat almost everyone even without his ability) in the mafia, who could probably smash a wall with and without For The Tainted Sorrow. The Chuuya who's able to survive in a world surrounded by geniuses who constantly try to manipulate him (Dazai's manipulation is different than Fyodor's shut up), and able to be one of the most influential man in Yokohama without being a freaking genius.

Chuuya who has one of the best character developments I've ever read. Chuuya who has about him a lot of information (more than anyone else, we know you love him Asagiri) (please don't love him the way you loved Odasaku) and still gets mischaracterized again and again. this is an infodump ab what Chuuya means to me.

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