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"The acting technique known as "the Method" asks actors to imagine themselves in the same situations as their characters, and call up the personal emotions associated with being in those situations. Method acting can elicit brilliant performances, but can sometimes harm an actor's well-being if proper care isn't taken to maintain boundaries between actor and character, especially while performing challenging or complicated roles. To make Major Kira an authentic character, and honor the people who experienced harm at the hands of oppressors, instead of trivializing the real-world parallels in Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Nana Visitor inhabited the character of Major Kira Nerys this way."
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Holly is looking for her big break. She meets Richard, who says that he can help her career if she help him con '80s star and rich recluse Mariah McKay. But as the two women strike up a friendship, the lines blur as to where Holly's loyalties lie.
The Long Game stars Kathleen Turner, Jackie Earle Haley, and Sekai Abenì. The film is directed by Jace Anderson from a screenplay by Anderson and Adam Gierasch. The film is based on Janet Fitch's short story "The Method."
The Long Game releases to theaters on February 14, 2025.
a/n: this was originally posted on my tom holland blog ( @wazzupmrstark )
warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut
word count: 4k
masterlist + ko-fi
additional warnings: simulation of sex and oral (f receiving), degradation, unprotected sex
Joshua’s breath was hot on your face as he panted in your ear, hips thrusting to meet yours. You moaned out, and grasped at the sheets on the bed with one hand, while the other came up to his head to pull on his hair.
“Cut!”
You jerked your head up, and made eye contact with Mingyu, the director who was muttering something into his mouthpiece. You sighed and flopped back onto the bed as Joshua rolled off of you onto the other side, chest rising and falling dramatically as he tried to catch his breath.
“Are we in trouble?” you whispered
Joshua cracked a smile and pushed sweaty strands of hair out of his face. “I dunno, do you think we are?”
“I can’t imagine that he called cut in the middle of the scene for a good reason,” you said. “You haven’t even cum yet.”
“Well, if this was real life we would’ve stopped rolling like fifteen minutes ago,” he joked.
“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit.”
“Fine, twenty minutes ago.”
You laughed and let your head rest up against his shoulder, letting your mind wander as you both waited for the director to prompt you.
You’d shot several sex scenes in your acting career- as a woman in Hollywood it was an almost unavoidable chore- but this one felt different, though you couldn’t put your finger on why. The production standards were the same. Small studio, intimate setting. Only a few crew members were present to make it more intimate and less awkward. Lines, blocking, everything memorized. But why wasn’t it clicking? Usually by now you’d be wrapped and onto the next scene, but this one had already lapsed its scheduling block and pushed everything back by at least an hour.
The chemistry between you and Joshua was undeniable, at least according to everyone around you. They told you so all the time. Had they been lying to stroke your ego?
“This isn’t working,” Mingyu said to the both of you as he approached the bed. “You’re too stiff.”
“Sorry-” Joshua started to apologize, but was immediately cut off.
“Not you.”
You stared up at the man above you, eyes wide with embarrassment. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, it happens,” he assured you. “Just don’t get so in your head about it. You’re overthinking it when you need to be in the moment.”
You pursed your lips and nodded. He was right, you realized. You had a tendency to overthink things, and Mingyu had picked up on it during the first week of shooting. It’s why he was always pushing method acting on you.
“That way you don’t have to think twice about it,” he’d reasoned, “because then you are the character.”
You’d mulled over his suggestions, but decided against it. You’d acted your entire life without method, you wouldn’t need it now. Thankfully, Mingyu was a patient director who recognized your natural talent. He didn’t force the method on you and bend you to his will, though you suspected he was tempted to. Instead, he was willing to work with you to get you to open up and push your boundaries without crossing them.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Do you need a break?” Joshua asked softly.
You shook your head no even though you were on the verge of tears. The scene wasn’t working because of you and everyone on set felt like they had to baby you because of it. God, you hoped no one would start a rumor that you were hard to work with. People in the industry talked, and you still had bills to pay.
“Let’s go back to those first few shots and take it from there,” Mingyu said and clapped to get everyone’s attention.
“Are you sure you’re good?” Joshua pushed again as he situated himself on top of you for the reset.
“I’m fine,” you assured him and set your jaw.
You were determined to get it right this take. No holding back.
You heard Mingyu call action somewhere in the background and prepared yourself for the feeling of Joshua’s lips on your neck.
As soon as he pressed a kiss to your jaw you arched up against him and gasped. Joshua fumbled, caught off-guard by your reaction and nearly lost his balance. You kept going though, and let your eyelids flutter shut as if you were in the throes of pleasure.
“Oh, Eric!” you moaned his character’s name lowly, a whimper at the edge of your voice. “Please don’t stop!”
Joshua continued to rock his hips forward like he was properly fucking you and cursed under his breath, rattling off his line shakily.
“You like that, baby?”
“God, yes!”
Your head fell back onto the pillow, leaving your collarbone exposed for Joshua to mark up like the script called for. When his teeth sunk into your skin you whined desperately and took that as your cue to pull his hair. As the scene went on, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing his body closer to yours.
If the studio lights weren’t so hot on your skin, you might have been able to convince your brain that this was actually happening. Your body, on the other hand, was already sold on it. Every time his pelvis connected with yours your pussy clenched hopelessly around nothing. You felt the familiar ache of emptiness start to grow as the cameras continued to roll, making your performance all the more authentic. You hoped Joshua couldn’t feel the pulsing, but you were right up against his abdomen. There were very few layers in between the two of you, which made any sort of arousal hard to hide.
It was then that you realized you weren’t the only one who was trying to hide your state. Even though both of you were donning modesty garments, the hard thing pressing against your inner thigh was unmistakable. No big deal, though. You were a professional. These things happened.... sometimes.
You glanced up at Joshua to see that his eyes were screwed shut in concentration. His jaw was clenched tightly like yours had been at the top of the take and his muscles were tense with anticipation. You took another moment to admire him like that before continuing with your line.
“Harder,” you begged.
“Fuck, y/n,” he grunted coarsely in response, replacing your character’s name with your own.
Both of you froze in place, staring at each other in shock. Mingyu called cut and Joshua was immediately off of you, apologizing profusely.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened, it just slipped out-”
“It’s okay!” You reached out to comfort him but he flinched away from your touch.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized again, “about... the other thing too.”
“Joshua, don’t worry about it. It happens.”
“I am worried about it,” he mumbled.
You chuckled lightly. “I can tell.”
His cheeks were burning red and he wouldn’t meet your eyes. You wished there was something you could say to make him feel better, but before you could try the production team was on top of you both to touch up your makeup and adjust the props.
“That was great guys,” Mingyu exclaimed, clapping Joshua on the back. “There’s a lot we can use from that take, and we can dub over the last part if we need to, no worries.”
You cringed internally as you watched Joshua swallow his pride and nod.
“Thanks, bud.”
Mingyu turned to you. “Alright, let's do some shots for the oral scene and then come back to this one in a few.”
Anxiety bubbled up in your stomach and your hands began to sweat. They wanted to do the oral scene right now?
“I thought we were shooting that on Friday,” you blurted out.
“We switched it to today and moved today’s other scenes to Friday, since we’re already here and behind schedule for those,” he explained. “Is that okay?”
You smiled tightly. “Perfect.”
“Atta girl. So Joshua, you can just lay on your stomach with your head in between her legs- I assume you know the drill. And y/n, lie on your back towards the end of the bed there. Do you know your lines?”
“I think so.”
“Good enough. We’ll stop if we need to, but we’re already short on time so we should get started.”
Joshua stood from the bed and stretched his arms over his head, rolling his neck as he walked around to the other side.
You pressed your legs together nervously, wishing you’d had a chance to freshen up. Your co-star’s head was about to be down there in a matter of seconds and you hadn’t had any time to assess... the situation. You had probably already soaked through your nude thong, that was embarrassing enough, and if there was a smell? You would die on the spot. You took a deep breath and tried not to think about it, reminding yourself that you and Joshua were professionals. There was an unspoken agreement that anything that happens on set stays on set.
The familiar static of a megaphone crackling to life jolted you out of your thoughts. “Remember, these shots take place right before the main love scene, so nothing needs to change. Keep that same energy from the last take, okay?”
You gave Mingyu a thumbs up and Joshua did the same. The sounds of the crew shuffling around faded into the background as he situated himself on the bed in front of you. He looked up at you and gave you a look as if to ask is this okay? You gave the tiniest nod and braced yourself for his touch. With permission granted, Joshua put a hand on either one of your thighs and waited for his cue.
He was uncharacteristically quiet. It was usually impossible to get him to shut up in between takes, but you could tell he still felt bad about what had happened a few moments earlier. You smiled softly and put your hand on top of his to try and reassure him. You weren’t sure whether or not it helped, and before you could say something to him Mingyu called action and he was back in character. Funny how the crew always seemed to get their shit together at the worst possible times.
You watched as Joshua leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on either of your thighs before spreading them apart and burying his head between them. The camera panned up to your face to record your lines along with some moans for good measure. Joshua licked rhythmically at your skin where your thigh met your pelvis to simulate the pace of the sex, keeping time for the both of you like you were performing a dance number.
“Eric, I’m close,” you panted, just barely remembering your line.
Joshua groaned in response, sending a shiver down your spine. You were trying not to writhe around on the bed too much, but it was proving to be difficult. Joshua’s nose was quite literally pressed up against your clit and every time he moved his head your vision went a little blurry.
Thankfully, the sequence was almost over. You yanked on Joshua’s hair as if to get his attention.
“Eric.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you.”
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Like...?”
“Yes, idiot. I want you to fuck me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he said and kissed you passionately.
His nose was wet and you could taste your arousal on his lips. It was time to move to another country and change your identity.
“Cut! That was perfect guys! Get ready for the next sequence.”
“You’re wet.” Joshua whispered as soon as you broke away from the kiss. It wasn’t a question.
“I-”
“This whole time I thought it was just me, but it’s not, is it?”
You shook your head slowly, heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m really so-”
“Don’t be.” He winked. “It happens.”
You smacked his shoulder. “Fuck you, Hong.”
“I’d rather you do it.”
“I can tell,” you quipped back.
“You’re one to talk,” he said with a smirk and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Whenever you both are ready,” Mingyu yelled impatiently.
You and Joshua traded sheepish looks and got back into position. You wondered how much of that the mics had picked up. It was probably better not to think about it.
The ache had turned into a dull throb by the time Joshua was back on top of you, and it took everything in you not to grind up against his thigh as he situated it in between your legs.
“Go ahead,” he said, as if he could read your mind.
“Go- what?”
He shrugged as if it were a completely normal thing to offer. “If it, you know, helps make the scene more believable.”
“Are you sure?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course.”
You swallowed hard and nodded, eager to relieve some of the pressure. You barely registered Mingyu shouting action in the distance. You were already too busy discreetly grinding on Joshua underneath the covers.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he said, voice strained. It wasn’t one of his lines but it’d work.
“All for you, Eric.” Joshua.
The bed creaked as you arched your back and let out a pornographic moan, earning a few more dirty words from your scene partner. You looked up at him and bit back another moan, not wanting to overdo it. He just looked so fucking hot like this. His eyes were a couple shades darker than normal, gleaming with lust, and he was smirking confidently like he’d just won a gold fucking medal.
He leaned down closer to your face so that the mics wouldn’t pick up what he said next. “Can I finger you?”
“I-I want more,” you admitted. “I want you.” Joshua raised an eyebrow. “Please?”
“Should we give 'em a show?” he whispered in your ear. “Go full method?”
“Don’t call it that.”
“Why not? That’s technically what it is.”
“Oh Eric!” you cried towards the camera before turning back to him. “Fine, but don’t tell Mingyu about this.”
“I was planning on posting it to my Instagram story, actually.”
You rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were accidentally live-streaming this right now.”
“You think you’re funny, huh?”
“I do.”
“Well I-”
“God, just fuck me already,” you hissed and pulled him into a kiss.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Joshua was just a co-star to you, at least, in theory. It didn’t matter that you were both single, or that every single scene together felt as natural as breathing, or that your heart did a little somersault whenever he said your name. It was strictly professional, no matter how many times you had to remind yourself of that fact.
But as he pulled your thong to the side and ran a thumb along the inside of your thigh underneath the sheets, it was easy to think otherwise.
“Are you sure about this?” Joshua asked as he lined himself up.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
“Love the enthusiasm,” he chuckled.
“It’s my line, dumbass.”
“Right.”
You gasped and gripped his arms tightly as he began to slide into you. He was bigger than you expected, but to be fair you hadn’t known what to expect. You’d gotten as close to naked as possible in front of each other, but never fully naked. And technically you still hadn’t. Even though you were sharing perhaps the most intimate human experience possible, you had no idea what he looked like underneath the blanket on top of you.
“I’ve got you,” Joshua promised through gritted teeth.
He stilled to allow you to adjust to before going further, hips stuttering involuntarily when your cunt clenched around him.
“Sorry,” he said.
You felt him tense up above you, clinging on to the last shred of self-control he had.
“It’s ok,” you whispered back. “You can keep going.”
You wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled Joshua into a kiss as he bottomed out, using it as an excuse to let out a strangled moan into his mouth so that the mics wouldn’t catch too much of it. Joshua sighed in relief and buried his head in your shoulder, mumbling profanities about how good you felt on his cock. You felt so god damn full with him buried to the hilt inside of you like that- your mouth watered at the thought of spending an afternoon seated on his lap rehearsing lines together while you cockwarmed him. But you were getting ahead of yourself. This could be a one-time thing for all you knew, and you wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
After a few seconds more like that you tapped his arm as a signal for him to move. He understood immediately and was more than happy to comply. It didn’t take long for him to build up to the pace you’d kept in the previous takes, but by then you were both sweating with the effort it was taking to maintain composure.
Each stroke somehow felt deeper than before, like he was slowly splitting you in half. He was angled perfectly on top of you so that the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot every time he rammed into you.
“Don’t stop,” you recited in broken whimpers.
“You like that, baby?”
“God, yes.”
In between your scripted lines Joshua took the opportunity to throw in some of his own.
“Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like a slut,” he growled low enough for only you to hear. “Taking it like such a good girl.”
You let your mouth fall open in both shock and pleasure. Joshua Hong was a gentleman. He literally had a reputation for being Hollywood’s golden boy. You had never expected to hear such filthy words coming from his mouth, but they sounded angelic. You weren’t sure if you’d last if he called you a slut again.
All you could do was lay there and hold him close as he fucked you into oblivion. At first you had tried to rock your hips up to meet his, wanting to contribute to the team effort of course, but his stamina far outmatched yours and you couldn’t keep up. Joshua didn’t seem to mind doing most of the work, though. In fact, making you feel good was what was getting him off. Seeing you blissed out beneath him, sweat gathering along your brow as you bit your lip and held back moans was obviously doing a lot for his ego.
“Wish you could say my name,” he muttered, “let all of these people know who’s making you forget your lines right now.”
Fuck, your lines.
“Harder, Eric,” you squeaked, hoping that was the one you were supposed to say.
He suppressed a knowing smile to feed his line back to you. “Fuck, angel, like this?”
“Yes, just like that, just like that- shit!”
It was a good thing that the scene was scripted as a rough sex scene and not a romantic one, because the way Joshua was railing you right then was far from romantic.
He grabbed at one of your breasts, rubbing your nipple over the pasty. “Fuck these,” he sighed in frustration, “wish I could actually see your tits. You have great tits.”
Peak romance.
The scene was blocked in missionary, but you found yourself wondering what he felt like in different positions. Your walls clenched at the thought of Joshua taking you from behind- you didn’t even want to think about what it would feel like to ride him.
“Can you stop doing that?” he hissed. “We have like five more lines of dialogue to get through before I’m supposed to cum.”
“I can’t help it!”
“Are you close?”
“What do you think?” you whispered back.
Instead of responding, Joshua’s fingers found their way to your clit and began to rub circles around it with his thumb. You squeezed your thighs tighter around his waist, trying not to tip over the edge just yet, but you were fighting a losing battle. Your body tensed in anticipation and the burning in the pit of your stomach intensified to the point that you couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, skipping about three lines ahead.
Joshua’s eyes widened in surprise, thrusts faltering for just a second before he snapped out of it and was back in-character. “Cum for me,” he said loudly for the mics to catch, then, “cum for me, y/n,” only for you to hear.
You cried out as you let go and came hard, trembling and grasping for something to hold while your orgasm rippled through your body. Joshua helped you ride it out and offered you his hand to steady you. You gripped it firmly as the aftershocks washed over you.
“Joshua,” you moaned quietly, a mix of exhaustion and arousal causing your voice to shake.
“Fuck,” was all he could manage before giving in to his own orgasm.
You had always thought Joshua was pretty, but fuck, nothing compared to how he looked as he lost himself inside of you.
The realization of what the two of you had just done dawned on you as you came down from your high and all of the cameras came back into focus. Everyone in the room... had just watched you fuck your co-star. And it was recorded from multiple angles. And it would soon be immortalized in a film released to the entire world. You would have to deal with the implications of that later.
“Fantastic take, you two!” Mingyu shouted at you and Joshua, then turned towards the rest of the crew. “We can wrap for the day after we strike the set. Y/n and Joshua meet me in my office for a quick debrief after you get out of wardrobe.”
Joshua rolled off the bed and shimmied into the boxers he’d thrown on the floor in previous shots as soon as Mingyu walked away. You watched him disappear behind one of the set pieces and figured he had gone on to the meeting without you until he reappeared a few moments later with something in his hand.
“I’m really sorry,” he said and handed you a damp washcloth to clean yourself off with. “I wasn’t planning to cum inside you. I didn’t expect you to say my actual name-”
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” you reminded him smugly.
“It is! It was, I just-”
“Don’t sweat it, Hong. I’m on the pill.”
“Well, it’s not just that. I still should’ve asked permission.”
You smiled and rolled onto your side, placing the washcloth on the bedside table. “I appreciate that.”
“How are you feeling though,” he asked, “are you okay?”
“Never better, thanks to you.” You gave him a weak thumbs up. “And sorry for finishing before I was supposed to.”
Joshua smirked. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“It only happened because you played dirty!”
“I have no idea what you mean,” he replied with feigned innocence, bringing the thumb that had been on your clit up to his mouth and licking it clean. “And you have no evidence.”
You groaned. “You’re so fucking annoying, you know that?”
“Only because you insist on telling me just how annoying I am every chance you get. But I don’t think you thought I was annoying a couple minutes ago, did you, baby? Or should we rewind the tapes to check and see?”
“I-”
“Come home with me tonight?”
You snapped your head to the side and gave him a look of confusion.
“You mean...?”
He nodded and leaned in closer to your face so that his lips were almost touching yours. “I want to taste you properly.” You gulped. “And I want to have you all to myself. Without the crowd.”
“Meet me in the parking lot in twenty minutes.”
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