Hello friends! This is an 18+ blog, minors please do not interact! Here to write fics, make friends and hornypost with other Ghost fans :) I also have a sideblog @unemployedcopia for anything non-ghost I wanna talk about.
I am in my 30s and from the UK, cis woman, bi/pansexual.
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Feel free to send me any questions/thoughts/writing feedback as well as writing requests. I mostly write Copia x f!Reader smut but open to other asks! You can search #answered asks on my blog to see examples. Please see request guidance below.
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Will write Perpetua, Copia, Terzo or Secondo x reader. Please specify reader gender in request. I am most comfortable with female or gender neutral but open to and have written others
Will write NSFW and SFW. Can specify smut/angst/fluff/comfort etc. or it will be open to my interpretation
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Frater is having a rough time recovering from the accident. This started off as just a really hot idea but I had to make it a bit sad. Been happening a lot lately I'm sure that means nothing.
Despite the uncomfortable position, you endeavour to fulfil his request. It would feel like cruel teasing were it not born out of necessity, but just the lightest touch on his skin has him crazed with need and reciprocating as enthusiastically as he can with his own hand wrapped around you. He has been starved of you for so long he will gladly devour any scraps you provide and, with each passing second, you realise his body is not the only one suffering from neglect.
The urge to thrust into his fist becomes harder to ignore and soon it is Frater offering praise and encouragement which only spurs you on. You whine and call out his name, riding an intense wave towards release but, just as it feels inevitable, he stops.
He grimaces as his body spasms. He rolls on to his back and clutches the cramp in his arm, cursing his frailty with the last of the air in his lungs. You try to comfort him, hold him through it, but he flinches away from you. He slams his fist down on the mattress as he squirms, trying to breath through the pain in his spine.
You've learned that there are no words to comfort him until it passes, and so you try your best to feel okay with the silence. Once he squeezes your hand, it is safe to move closer. You curl into his side and push loose strands of hair from his eyes, trying to hide any hint of pity in your expression.
Before he can search for it, you lean over and kiss him. Your lips assuage his need to ask for forgiveness and allows him to focus on conveying what the rest of him cannot - a deep, yearning desire for you that may never be quenched and a gratitude for your patience that could never be put into words.
Hi thank you so much but I've actually already done only one bed (TWICE!) which can be read here and here.
And an innocent touch here. All with Copia :)
The full collection can be found on AO3, or on my fic list
If you wanna send me different options or a different Papa I am more than happy to add it to the list and I will get to it when I can! may be a bit of a wait since I'm busy with a few ghost lyric prompts and another WIP but I love these prompts so I promise it will be written eventually!
Somehow, even after an unhealthy number of rewatches, I always forget there is a faction in Orphan Black who wear one white contact lense. I get jumpscared by these fake ass Papas every fucking time
So it's pretty much canon that Copia is a lover of classic movies, but always gets the quotes wrong. He loves the escapism, but his mind is going too fast the whole time to really remember things afterwards. Hence the need to watch them over and over, still retaining nothing.
So when you watch one of his faves together, he's quoting along with every line, which would ordinarily be infuriating, but it's so amusing to what he's going to botch next.
And if there's a movie you've seen and he hasn't? We'll, thats just the best. He's watching the screen, unblinking and barely breathing, and you're watching him because you rarely see him so happy.
AHHHHHH sooooo many movie days/nights would be had with him. Favourite lazy day activity.
I am also bad for getting quotes wrong, and I rewatch the same things over and over so this would make me extremely happy (but i feel sorry for anyone else trying to watch a movie with us because it would be non-stop yapping)
not sure if this counts as cute, but definitely a goofy recurring thought i have that Copia has days where he really feels in a gentlemanly mood and ends up racing ahead of you to open doors for you and stuff like that. he gets out of breath from fluttering around and acting like your personal butler some days but he absolutely insists.
YEAHHHHHHH this is adorable and he absolutely would! Any day where he has a lot of free time he gets to spend with you, you deserve nothing less than his full attention and he will be giddy with excitement at getting to treat you like royalty.
He insists on courting you, lots of sweet romantic gestures and waiting on you completely. He won't even let you feed yourself, you don't ever need to lift a finger :)
hey so cute/goofy copia thoughts would really cheer me up if anyone would like to send some my way.
i will offer my own: convincing him to join you on self-care day. he's in a big fluffy robe, hair wrapped in a towel, after a nice long bubble bath. sat on the sofa next to you helping to conduct a very important investigation into what flavour pop tart is the best
never mind i'm out of bed. had a vision of recovering frater missing his partner's cock and i feel duty bound to start writing immediately. im sure this that this will be equally healing for me.
Breakfast in bed... except you're reclined on a chaise, still slightly drowsy. Your legs drape over Perpetua's shoulders, his soft tongue tracing languid teasing circles over you. Humming softly as he savours you between soft encouragement to 'enjoy your breakfast, love...'
Trying as you might to concentrate on the beautiful spread he's made for you as he enjoys his first meal of the day. Giving in to temptation and winding your fingers into charcoal curls as you grind against his mouth, allowing his sinful distraction to overtake you entirely.
Hearing him growl softly against you as your thighs clench tightly around his face. Feeling his tongue push into you as deft hands work in tandem to bring you to completion.
After what feels like hours of teasing, you feel your release flood out of you as his mouth replaces his fingers, his lips sealing gently around you. Hearing him sigh appreciatively against you as his tongue encourages every last drop from you.
Releasing his hair, you follow the curve of his jaw down into the hollow of his throat with your fingers. Whining, you feel his throat bob with every wave of your spend down his throat. You watch as he pulls away, a delicate string of saliva still connecting him to you.
Breakfast long since forgotten, you yelp as he grabs your hips and tugs you down against the bulge tenting his pyjama pants. His body cages you, warm and wanting, as wicked lips find the shell of your ear. You arch up against him as his arms wrap around you, the scent of you still rich on his breath.
Coming back again with another lyric, this time for Copia please 🫶🏻
'You showed me yours, I'll show you mine.'
❤️🔥
Hello again :) Gonna be honest, I struggled to keep a straight face while imagining Copia saying this in a completely serious way. So drunk Copia it is. Edit: this is kinda misleading and I am tired. Even drunk Copia didn't say it but that's how I ended up landing on drunk Copia. Not literally unfortunately.
Copia x Reader ~800 words. You babysit Copia at the Skeletá celebrations. No specific reader descriptions. No warnings other than drunk nakedness.
He hadn't even wanted to attend the stupid thing. A celebration of the success of Skeletá, and by extension the new Papa, was the last place Copia wanted to be. Only by revealing that it had been made your responsibility to convince him had you managed to guilt him into showing his face.
The wine had seemed like a good idea at the time. He needed something to relax and if he was taking a sip, he wasn't complaining. Secondo had provided for the soiree as he usually did and, upon realising you were on babysitting duty, offered to upgrade Copia's supply from his 'good shit' to his 'extra good shit'. You had thanked him profusely but before Copia had even finished the second glass of his upgraded wine, you had started to realise Secondo hadn't exactly done you a kindness.
Rather than being responsible for a surly, belligerent teenager, you were now in charge of an irritable toddler fighting sleep. You had to practically drag him out of the abbey as he threatened to pull you on to the dance floor, managing to knock over a chair in the process.
"But they finally started to play some good music," he slurs as you hoist his arm around your shoulder. "Not that shit fucking V si… urghh." He's briefly interrupted by the urge to vomit, but after a taking a breath he seems to have it under control for now.
Given that he begins to cooperate and stumbles willingly towards his room, you don't think it would be conducive to mention the song was in fact one of V's. Instead, you give a non-committal grunt and focus on making sure he doesn't trip over his own feet.
By the time you make it to his room, he has thankfully given up completely on being combative. Helping him out of his shoes and guiding him to bed is scored only by grateful mumbling and cheerful humming of his new favourite song.
"Clothes. Off."
"Hmmm, it got you in the mood too?" Copia wiggles his eyebrows before falling back on to the mattress. He starts tugging at his shirt and fights unsuccessfully with the fabric.
You leave him to struggle for a few minutes while grabbing some water. Turning off the tap, you hear him burst into song once again: "Love rockets…. BAdadadadadadadadahhhhhh!" And by the time you come back and set the water on his bedside table, he has managed to undress and shuffle himself towards his pillows.
He grabs the glass to take a drink, but mostly misses his mouth and spills the water all over himself. You reach out to try and wipe him down but he purrs as your fingers stroke over his chest and he pulls you on to the bed.
"No, Copia. Sleep." Your words are stern but he definitely notices you very deliberately averting your eyes which only encourages him.
"You're staying," he mumbles.
"Yes. Just to make sure you don't choke or hurt yourself."
"Wellllllllll, either way you are overdressed I think. Clothes. Very uncomfortable."
You roll your eyes, but his antics feel more amusing now than irritating. "I'll find one of your shirts to sleep in."
"Don't have any." You ignore him and begin to search a nearby dresser. "And it's verrrry hot in here." You glare at him but it only makes him laugh and, looking at him now starfished on the bed, it is contagious.
Either because of the wine you had drank, or the sheer amount Copia had drank rubbing off on you, you find yourself considering it and agreeing startlingly fast. What would be the harm in humouring him? With a performative sigh, you start to undress.
"You showed me yours, I'll show you mine," you half sing as your clothes pool at your feet.
"Hmm, exact— oh! Like the song! Very good, heh."
You crawl in beside him and you have to admit the cool sheets feel nice against your skin. As does his hand on your hip. Even though his breath tastes like he's swallowed an entire vineyard, you find yourself quite happy to stay close. His lips look so soft. Had you noticed that before?It's the only thing you can look at now as you gently stroke the top of his head. The way they part slightly when he breathes out, the way—
Your thoughts are interrupted by loud snoring. His eyes have fallen shut and his body is limp, half-holding you with his arm sagging over your waist. You watch him for a few minutes, staying still in order to not disturb him. Definitely not for any other reason. Once you're sure that is sleeping deeply, you carefully leave his grasp and try to manoeuvre him under the sheet. Despite some light mumbling, he doesn't wake and you pretend not to be a little disappointed.
