SFW, 800 word snippet, Movie Verse, dirty old man actor Copia x journalist reader
“This… this proposal, is it strictly business?”
You pierce a chunk of pear onto your fork, staring at the plate and willing your flush to fade. Is it a stupid question? It feels like it should be. You’ve already crossed that line and fucked it up, but he’s definitely flirting with you, isn’t he? Holding your hand and murmuring to you, staring into your soul. He doesn’t think you’re disgusting. Or, if he does, he hides it remarkably well. You need to know where the boundaries are after the previous debacle.
“Misguided as it was, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy your little show, tesoro,” he replies, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.
He’s been watching the video back; he must’ve been, to get the screenshots and clips. Did he really enjoy it that much? Heat pangs low in your belly. You swallow your mouthful, but it doesn’t abate the lump in your throat.
“Copia…” you sigh, trying your hardest not to squirm in your seat.
“It is whatever you do or do not want it to be,” is what he settles on, cutting into his steak. “But, it would be a lie to say I do not find you… attractive.”
His eyes bore into you. You watch him chew as you twirl leaves around your fork and bite your tongue. You don’t know how to answer when your brain and your body are screaming two very different things at you, and you don’t like either option.
“Let’s not worry about that for now, eh?”
Your shoulders slump. You didn’t realise the tension that had crept back in – it’s your own fault, really, for poking the elephant in the room.
“This article you must be working on at the moment… could I read it, before you send it off?”
You’d just started eating again. You swallow your mouthful and grip the cutlery tightly, hackles rising. Speaking of boundaries, this is one you have strong feelings about.
You know you’re too testy, too defensive, when you reply, “You’re not my boss, Copia. I don’t answer to you.”
He counters before you can even try to rephrase it or apologise for your bluntness, “Oh, the same boss that wanted you to seduce me, eh? You answer to a man that would whore you out just for a trashy scoop?”
His expression shifts and stiffens, his eyes cold and jaw tense. He stares at you as if he’s trying to pick you apart. He probably is. And you’re the fucking idiot who thought that, for a second there, this could be different. You’re the fucking idiot who’s getting a thrill out of pissing him off, even if it could spell the decimation of your career. You like that you’re getting something real from him; he cares enough that his mask is slipping. Evoking his anger is addictive.
Still, in some last-ditch attempt at self-preservation, your own indignation takes over.
“You know what, Copia? You–”
“–what would he think if he saw our little video, hm?”
You press your lips into a thin line, your hands trembling. That familiar shame rises in your throat again like bile.
Copia sighs, and his gaze softens. “I don’t want it released, neither do you. We… need to work together here.”
You fold your arms over your chest and look to the side. A few curious glances are directed towards you, but you haven’t done enough to cause a scene.
“It is embarrassing, no? Which is why I am so concerned, tesoro. You get yourself into more of these, eh,” he hesitates, swinging his fork and his head from side to side as he grimaces, “these compromising situations, and you may land yourself in big fucking trouble.”
It’s embarrassing? Well, yeah, but being sent the dirty evidence hadn’t helped. You shove more salad in your mouth to avoid digging yourself a deeper grave.
“I want to help you, sweetheart. A lot of… bad people will want to take advantage of such a pretty young thing. Showbiz is cruel; it’ll rip you up and tear you apart if you’re not prepared to face its darker side.”
The worst part is that you know he’s right. You’re in the early days of your career. You’re fucking naive, and it’s so obvious to everybody around you. Voices whisper in your ear from all directions, and you’re so desperate for some sort of approval that you allow them to sway you.
“And you’d protect me, would you?” you ask, brows furrowed. For a few moments, the question hangs delicately in the air, and you hold your breath.
“Sì, if you would allow me that honour.”
It’s been so long since somebody even pretended to care about you to such a degree, or was so remotely interested in your well-being, that you allow yourself to be comforted by honeyed words and soft smiles. The snake coils around you once more; you let him, even if you know you’re moments away from being choked.
SFW-ish, 700 word snippet, Movie Verse, actor Copia x journalist NB!reader
“Perhaps I can tell you a little about the, eh, fitting process.”
You don’t really think that’s necessary, but there’s a glint in his eye and a quirk to his lips that draws you in all over again. You’ve been doing a shit job of taking notes; it’s hard to look away from him, and the purr of his accent makes your head spin. This time, there’s no alcohol to blame for your damning attraction.
“S-sure, go ahead.”
He puts the suit back, approaches you slowly and circles around to stand behind you, his voice low, “They were… very precise, you see. Stripped me down. Being the only naked person in a room full of people is quite something, eh? Awkward, to say the least.”
Gloved hands find your waist, squeezing gently. “Started here…” They skim upwards, and you gasp when his fingertips just barely brush your breasts, his touch featherlight yet still making you tremble and long for more. You’re not even looking at your phone anymore. He never touched you, the other night. You were never afforded such a luxury – and that makes you all the more hungry for it.
He winks at you in the mirror and grabs your hips before he suddenly cups your ass.
“C-Copia,” you breathe, both a warning to stop and a plea for more.
“They wanted a snug fit, you see,” he murmurs, and kneads at you, “had to be very thorough, with this part.”
You catch his gaze in the mirror, you see his eyes dark and his face flushed pink, and it all just makes you want him more. You don’t muffle your little moan this time, pressing back into him and shivering as lips brush your neck.
His hands slide upwards, thumbs digging into your spine; you arch into the ache. Your phone locks, timing out after your inactivity, though you barely notice.
Copia follows the slope of your shoulders now, all the way down your arms. Your fingers twitch, longing to pull him in or push him away. It’s too much. The tension has you shaking, pulled taut by teasing touches and heated whispers against your skin.
He whirls you around to face him. You’re so flustered you end up dropping your phone and mumbling an apology as you quickly bend over to grab it, steadying yourself with a hand pressed up against the drawers beside you.
Something hooks around your neck, ensnaring you just as you retrieve your device. Your neck snaps up. You see the grucifix charm, silver against his black gloves. The rosary is kept carefully slack as you straighten up, your phone forgotten.
“Copia,” you whisper, eyes flicking down to his flexing hand.
The beads dig into the back of your neck as he reels you in. You could pull away; you could let the string snap, if you really wanted to.
“Are we done pretending, tesoro?” he replies, warm breaths against your lips; you only know what they feel like, only know of the ticklish brush of his moustache, when they meet the back of your hand. You want more – you always wanted more. It thrums beneath your skin and keeps you here, wilfully entangled.
Your palms are pressed to his chest, finally permitted to touch, and you feel how his pulse races as your own does. You glance at his pink lips and let your eyes slip shut.
You let him have you, like you’ve wanted him to ever since you first saw him on the big screen.
Your lips meet, and you melt into the tingling warmth; you cling to him, arms around his neck, stealing kiss after kiss, your head spinning and stomach twisting. You let him lead, let him tighten the noose around your neck.
Copia takes advantage as you gasp, licking into your mouth. The beads are digging in, uncomfortably tight but not quite restricting your airflow. You don’t care – you don’t care about anything else, not when his tongue slides against your own; you taste coffee, tobacco, and remnants of his dessert.
I finally got around to reading your actor!Copia fics and I'm totally blown off by the way you write the gaslighting and manipulation 😵😵 As someone who's been dealing with both all my life, I wasn't sure if I could actually read the fics without getting triggered, but the experience was quite the opposite: I got the chance to explore both topics in a safe environment!
You captured the atmosphere and the feelings perfectly, making the reader question their own actions and feeling guilty for situations that they were clearly put into. It gives the illusion that you actually had an option to act in another, better way, even though the truth is that you were framed. It's emotional abuse, basically.
Also the way Copia guilt-trips the reader by 'showing his soft side', whether it's real or not, is such a classic move ugghhh. It's so well written!!
I could go on and on tbh, but basically what I'm trying to say is: you nailed it!!!🫶 And I think it's so important to write about such sensitive topics, because it's a safe way for us traumatised people (and everyone else) to face the difficult situations again 💜💜💜
AAAAAAAA KIKIIIIIIIIIIIII 💖💖💖💖💖💖
rambled a lil so response under the cut!!
This means so much to me omfg!!!!! And I am so so so so glad to provide a lil safe space to explore and poke around in these horrible terrible things and put my own spin on shit.
Oh it is absolutely abuse, emotional and physical. I actually found it really hard to write at times because of how meticulously calculated Copia is and how obvs as the writer I can see exactly what’s going on but I have to keep journalist tied up and half-blind as they try to navigate his schemes and fall victim again to his manipulation. He really is a great actor 🥲
Mmhmm full credit to @mistmessenger’s beautiful brain for the guilt trip idea!! As soon as she said it we figured out that was the perfect way to reel journalist back in and get their guard down again 😵💫
I really cannot express how much this means to me to hear and aaaaaaa thank you thank you thank you for telling me too, I appreciate you so much 🫶
I have my own experiences with these kinds of people, both first and second-hand. I was talking to some friends earlier about how this was really a torturous exercise in getting into the headspace of my much younger and more naive self. And simultaneously make it horny AF 🧍 because this is how we ✨cope✨! As challenging as it was to write (and read) there is much more planned. You know I’m always willing and waiting to sink my teeth into these very sensitive topics. Thank you again for reading and for sharing this with me, I had this ask in the back of my mind all day (in a good way lol) 🥰💖💖💖💖💖
1 - Who would win in a fight - demon mami V or Dr V
2 - Who would win - Actor Copia vs exactly 17 blocks of Minecraft gravel falling on top of him?
Oops I lied it’s five
3 - how are you so talented and kind and wonderful? (mwah!)
4 - do you wear wigs?
5 - will you wear wigs?
O SHIT
okay i've been thinking about this for a while actually and while the obvious answer is mami bc like... big powerfull demon lady, it is actually very close. even if V isn't a religious man, he knows about ghouls/demons and how to summon/control/banish them. mami ain't no average ghoul so, though he'd try to subdue her with that kind of magic and get out his power tools, it wouldn't be enough to overpower her completely. and Satan forbid anybody keeps her from her dolcezza
SEE you would think those 17 blocks of gravel would surely spell his demise - they do!! but this is what he wanted all along. he's been around the block(s) a while, he knows not to stand directly below where he's digging. he staged his Minecraft death just so poor journalist feels bad and has to go running back to his spawn point, carrying all his shit. then they have to fuss over him and give him all his stuff back and tell him how big and brave he is while he gets geared up all over again <3333333
NO U!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA HOW DARE UUUU !!!!!!!!!! <3333333
