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I need more cicopia in my life. There isn't enough art or fics of them. please. They're taking over my mind because of @serpentine-illusion I fear. GOD I NEED MORE CICOPIA 💔💔💔
Woof woof! Request? Something (anything) to do with Copia's belly? If you feel like it? Okthanksbye
This has been sitting in my ask box for like. waaaaay too long but now im finally gonna answer it, even if it's messy
cute shit & headcanons under the cut
so i think Copia has always been a lil pudgy, but he's never really minded. Maybe some people have teased him about it, but of all the things he's insecure about, his belly just isn't one of them. He thinks it's cute, and the ladies love a soft guy (men too, it just took him a while to figure out his sexuality). I like to think he was a really active guy (even if he seems a little lazy now), I love to imagine that he took dance classes growing up & just generally enjoys cardio (pun not intended).
In the beautiful hypothetical world where he has a partner, he won't admit it, but he looooves when someone is using his belly as a pillow or just idly rubbing their hands along it, fussing with his body hair and squeezing every now and then.
As he gets older, he puts on a little weight (happens to all of us) and of course, he still doesn't mind. It's not gonna stop him from posing in the mirror and saying "hey hot stuff!" (he's so cringe. I love him)
I have 2 say I'm deep in the copia/aether & copia/cirrus trenches. Aether is always trying to get Copia to eat more (and stop skipping arm day) & Cirrus is more than happy encourage him to keep relaxing. Neither of them would mind if he put on a little more weight, quite the opposite really....
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Steam curls through the bathroom by the time Cirrus cuts off the water. It intermingles with her hair, giving it a shapeless, ever-moving condition. Cardi’s own hair is pressed flatly against her temples as she moves to join Cirrus at the bathtub.
“Watch your knees, luv,” says Cirrus, offering her hand to help Cardi in.
“I got it, I got it,” Cardi protests, slipping in, unassisted.
As Cirrus joins in, she frowns. “It wasn’t about whether you could, y’know.”
They’re facing each other in the bath. Cardi’s eyes are already starting to glaze over.
“Can I touch you?”
“Eh?”
“I’ve missed you, Cee. Can you come here?” asks Cirrus, extending her hands once again. She almost jumps when Cardi actually takes hold of them, and lets herself be pulled.
Now Cardi’s back is pressed against Cirrus’ chest. The ghoul holds her, Cardi feels her whip-like tail curl around her leg, her breath even on her neck. She’s missed her ghoul, too. So much. She tries not to let how lonely she’s felt make her stomach drop and hands shake.
Cirrus squeezes Cardi, and she half-turns to look at the ghoul. The tub suddenly feels deeper than it ought to be, like Cardi is being sucked into an ocean trench, and she begins to cry.
Fat copia gets stuck somewhere 👀 ghouls “help” him out
i love this. i love this prompt. i love this idea. i love. plump boy gets stuck.
copia is fat, and he is trans. mentions of feeding, weight gain, our fav kinks. enjoiii
Copia had been gifted a Nintendo Switch. He wasn't very good at using gaming consoles where you had to swing around a handheld controller (even though he had always followed the directions while starting up the Wii), and the Switch controllers were even smaller in his clumsy hands. But he was getting better, he really was!
Having a day off from his duties as Frater Imperator was much needed. He was exhausted, and hadn't spent any time recently on personal pleasures. His rats were tended to by Aether or Cirrus when they knew he was busy, but he missed cuddling and tending to them himself – how could he say he was really a good papa if his little fluffy children were neglected?
“Alrighty. Another go, then,” he said to himself as he folded up the empty cookie box. Picking up the plate piled high with said cookies in one hand, tall glass of milk in the other. “Another go, another try. This time I'm gonna kick...asses.”
Needless to say, he did not kick asses. His own asses were getting kicked by NPCs, no matter what mini game he played. He hurled curses into his otherwise empty room, gesturing to the various Plushias adorning different tables and shelves and muttering excuses as to why he must have lost. Clearly it was the console or the Bluetooth not connecting properly to the controllers, not registering his movements correctly....The plushies stared back blankly, and he would stop mumbling just to push a cookie in his mouth.
It wasn't very long before he felt the ache of his bladder. Perfect timing, he was getting real fed up with this shitty game anyways. He removed the safety strap from his wrists and dropped the controllers. Narrowing his eyes down at them, frowning. I'll be back to deal with you.
A quick piss later and he was back out, humming contentedly and going for the glass of milk. He'd drank most of it, and took another gulp before reaching for a cookie. Nice. Once he'd finished the cookie he set down the glass, side stepping the coffee table to settle back on the couch. Picked up a controller, tightened the wrist strap. Picked up the other, tightened the -
But then the phone rang. He jumped and squeaked, startled for a moment before reaching for it.
“Yes, hello? F-Frater here. Imperator.” A pause. “Eh...my fridge? I – oh, I know this joke. Yes, it's running, here in my kitchen, just fine thank you. Ciao.” He dropped the receiver onto the dock, missed, and fumbled with it. Hoped he hadn't misheard and someone actually had a question about a fridge somewhere in the ministry.
“Heh. Anyways. So you think you can dance? I think I can dance.” He selected a new game with renewed vigor.
It wasn't until he went to swing his right hand when he realized he had not completed tightening the strap before picking up the phone, or after he had hung up. He had reached for a cookie instead.
“Motherfucker-”
The controller went flying behind him. Somewhere behind the bed, probably, if the thunk he heard was any indication.
Huffing in annoyance, he undid the strap of the other and set it down before standing. It had been some time since he'd actually chucked one of them like that. These things were designed for kids to play with, so he wasn't too worried about doing real damage.
He tried not to think too much about how long it had been since he had cleaned under the bed as he slowly lowered onto his knees. Maybe he should have kneeled on a pillow. Or called a ghoul to help. Oh well. He didn't want to have to explain why he was needing to rummage under their anyways.
He thought he could reach with just his arm and a partial squeeze of his shoulder, but it seemed the controller had fallen farther back. It was with an annoyed oof that he dropped onto his belly and tried to shimmy more of his shoulder. He could see the controller, and wiggled his fingers towards it, but it was just out of reach still. Sucking in, he kicked one foot and pushed his shoulders down and forward, grunting as his fingers brushed the stupid thing.
And then his nose tickled. He blinked rapidly, snuffling, trying not to let it build too much.
“A...A-CHEWW!”
His head snapped and whacked into the bottom of the bed, shoulders jerking up and out.
“Cazzoooo,” he groaned, sniffing again. It was dark, dusty, and he was pretty sure there was either an old pair of underwear or dirty sock close to his face. And he had knocked the controller farther back with his jerking.
Deciding he wanted to be anywhere else, he started to shimmy backward – until he realized he was jammed in. Against or caught on what he wasn't sure, but something was keeping him stuck.
“Aw, shit.” He wiggled his hips. “Fuck me. Come on.” A groan as he deflated, mumbling weakly against the dusty floor, “I could really use a helping hand.”
“Helping hand, huh?”
Copia yelped, jerking again under the bed as a finger poked his ass.
“C-Cirrus,” he stammered. “Is that you?”
“The one and only.” He could hear the grin in her voice, feel her eyes as they raked over his outstretched lower body.
“I, uh...I'm in a bit of a pickle.”
“I can see that. What are you doing under there? You drop a vibe? Dildo?”
“No! I was...playing a game. I threw the controller. And so I am retrieving it.” He shifted, swallowing. “And I...seem to be stuck on something. So I just need a hand.”
“Mhm. Heard that before.” She paused, and Copia could hear her walking around, just a few steps. “I also heard the 'fuck me' part. Was that part of the request or just you feeling embarassed?”
Copia sighed. He tried to brush his nose but just felt more itchy. “Yes, yes, I am very embarassed. Are you going to-”
“Now what's this? You been snacking a bit, I see.”
He heard the clink of the glass being touched, the plate shifting on the coffee table.
“Yes, and? Can we not discuss my habits once you've-”
A hand was stroking up his leg now, claws tracing along the seam of his sweatpants. It paused when it reached his inner mid thigh, squeezed.
“Plate looks pretty empty. No wonder you're stuck. How many cookies have you eaten? You're not someone who only grabs a couple at a time.”
Copia shivered, thankful that his face was hidden as he was beginning to blush. “Eh...um, just...just a few.”
“Is that so...”
“Y-yes! Now please...help me!” he wiggled his hips again, trying not to think about how it felt against the floor. “It's dusty as shit down here.”
“Poor Cardi, so plump and full of sweets that he's gotten himself stuck,” she cooed. A hand was now rubbing his ass. “Be patient or I'll shove the plate under the bed and make you eat them in order to win my help. Amongst the dust bunnies.”
Copia made a dramatic gagging sound, clenching his fists. The idea of eating off of the plate on the floor, his soft belly squashed against the ground...it was appealing. Under the bed? Less so. But he couldn't deny that the ghoul's teasing was getting to him already. It had to be the pressure of the position riling him up more easily.
“Am I...am I that...plump?” he mumbled softly.
“Afraid so, my love,” Cirrus answered, though he had been speaking more to himself. “You've been softening up since your promotion. I can really see it in your ass right now. And thighs. A fat Frater, we have here.” She punctuated it with a slap to his behind.
Copia's face was burning properly now. He knew he'd gotten chubby, but fat?
Hands grasped at his sweatpants, and before he could question it, they were being yanked down. Cirrus's hands smoothed up the back of his legs, stopping right at the junction of his cheek and thigh. Her claws fluttered gently over sensitive stretchmarks, spots Copia hadn't realized were so sensitive. A gasp and then a moan. Pressing her fingertips in, pinching at the plush chub.
“I know you'd like that. Finishing the cookies. I can't see your face but I can smell you.”
Copia bit his lip.
“I can smell your excitement.”
A finger was tracing over his cheek and down, between his legs. At the whisper of a touch against his cunt through his underwear, he gasped. He was really starting to get wet now, and the shift of his hips against the floor was starting to make his dick throb. That, and the way he realized that yes, his belly was quite soft and squashed, and he was probably caught on something under the bed because of it.
He could feel Cirrus hovering over his legs now, squatting over them. One hand squeezed at the fat of his hip, the other hand cupping his cunt and pressing fingertips in gently at his folds. Squishing his fat pubic mound around his clit.
“I guess if you were bigger you may not have fit under the bed in the first place. Then you wouldn't be in this tasty position.”
Copia was about to start knocking his head against the floor in hot frustration.
“Now tell me...how many cookies have you really eaten so far?”
“N-not even that many! Believe me, it's only about half the box-”
“Only half?”
“O-okay m-maybe a bit more, but it's my day off and I -”
“Shh, no need to come up with excuses. I'm sure you've had a tasty breakfast and lunch too, hm? And the cookies likely aren't the first snacks you've indulged in.”
He swallowed thickly. “No,” he finally whimpered. “Aether made me a...a breakfast burrito. T-two of them, actually. And Judith brought me a fruit basket from someone, I don't remember...and then I had lunch with my aunt....”
Cirrus hummed. “Mhm. Well fed.”
Now that she was pointing it out, he did eat well on his day off. He only had a moment to think about whether he felt full before she was massaging his cunt again and he moaned. When he felt her hot breath close to his ass and then felt her lips pressing kisses there, he keened.
“So if I help you out from under there, are you gonna be good and finish your snacking with me?”
Copia was nodding, and grunted when his head knocked into the bed again. “Y-yes, of course....” He was trying to push his hips back, force her fingertips and the heel of her palm harder, deeper.
“And if I call up Aether and see if he has some time on his hands to make another burrito or two...would you eat those too?”
A groan. “Please, Cirrus....”
“Alright.”
He could feel his orgasm building as she massaged, and then her hand was gone. A moment later light was spilling in around his face and he realized she was lifting the bed up with one arm. He lay there, feeling dumb with his pants around his knees and his cunt soaking his briefs. And his nose itched.
“I didn't specify if I was going to be doing both the fucking you and the helping you out.” She was grinning. “We'll see how I feel about the former once you've finished the cookies.”
Hi we're back, yes, we're not very active because we're in exam time but it doesn't matter, not that I have many people looking at my drawings. Today it's Cirrus's turn, and for her I was inspired by harpy birds and Iberian ibex. Cirrus in the AU of @elijahyami was born in England in York in 1801, she is 224 years old, when she was 4 years old a group of hunters killed her parents and sold her to a circus that started to exhibit her in the Freaks Show. At 20 years old she she got seriously ill, since ghouls are not immune to disease and since she could no longer be useful in the circus they abandoned her near some train tracks, Copia found her a few days later because a nearby town reported sightings of a strange creature with horns that sneaked into farms at night to look for food. He took her with him and cured her, even if Cirrus didn't trust him at first, but with the help of Cumulus and the other ghouls she learned to trust Copia, also being the first human not to treat her like a circus beast (even if our Copia is only one in appearance). Part two will be coming soon with the other Cirrus canvas and with her HC and other details, I'll already say that because of @serpentine-illusion CiCopia is also in our AU because i started to love this ship, a little different but it's there. I was going to write it in Copia's canva, but in our AU, Primo, Secondo, Terzo and Copia spend their lives searching for and protecting ghouls and once they find them and eventually cure them they make them decide whether to stay in the ministry or go and live outside. Only recently they have started using tours as a way to cover their research by acting as a band. Sorry, English is not my first language.
