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prompt 5? Copia if u want >:3 please and thank u 😌💕

TY Avo!! okay, this was supposed to also be short and then it kept getting a bit longer, so. lol. 2600 words about gender neutral reader finding Copia in a precarious state, and the prompt phrase, "Let me take care of you, yeah? I'll do the work. "

ENJOI my friend!! <3 kinks include stuffing, weight gain, belly play.

You thought you had dropped off the folder in Copia's office that morning, but lo and behold, it was still in your damned tote bag by the end of the day. You had even decided to stay late in the library because you thought you'd be able to go straight back to your quarters after. But the folder had papers and information Copia needed to look over for a meeting the next day – weird, though, that he hadn't made any attempt to look for you so far, since you had seen him very briefly earlier. He was distracted as always, but not even a ghoul had appeared to question you.

And so you power walked back through the dark Ministry halls, humming quietly to yourself. Most were off to bed by now, but every now and again you passed by another Sibling or two as they came and went from late trists. With most of the ghouls on tour, things were more peaceful than usual.

Through the halls, up the stairs, up some more stairs, take a left. Even darker, even quieter, through the general office room connected to the Imperator's office. Sometimes Copia would dismiss the interns early, patting them on the shoulder and telling them to take it easy, the rest of their tasks could wait. That usually meant he was stressing out in his office and didn't want them to hear him talking to himself or his Plushias.

You noticed there was a dim light on under the office door. You had hoped you could just slip the folder under it and skedaddle, but now you didn't want to seem rude. So, you took a quick inhale, and knocked gently.

Shuffling, something falling over, what sounded like thin metal – cans? - knocking around, and then stumbling foot steps. You clutched the folder close to your chest and listened, now holding your breath. You heard Copia clear his throat, and then the door opened. A crack.

“Yes?” A green eye looked out at you, suspicious at first and then softening. “Ah, apologies. I'm, uh, a little busy at the moment.”

“I, um. I'm just dropping off the folder with the schedule information for tomorrow. I somehow forgot to give it to you this morning and only just realized. I do apologize, Frater.” You shift from foot to foot, craning your neck a bit to try and see through the door. “Are you alright?”

Copia also seems to be shuffling a bit, and his eye disappears as he moves away from the door.

“Yes, yes, I'm...I'm fine. I'm great.” Another shuffle, and you feel your cheeks heat when you hear what you think is him muffling a burp.

“Can...can I see you?” you venture. “Why are you hiding? ...Cardi? You know you can trust me.” You'd been working closely with him for months now, shared some intimate moments. Some very intimate moments, if the confessional incident from two weeks ago was anything.

There's a little groan, and the door creaks open a bit more.

“Please...please be kind. I'm not proud.”

Carefully, you wedge yourself past the door and into the dimly lit office. Copia was hiding half of himself behind the door, and it took some coaxing for him to shuffle out.

He was, unholy blessings upon him, a mess. That morning you knew he was in a state of sorts, distracted and rushed, but well put together in his sleek suit and his paint. His paint was smudged now, a bit around his eyes and some of his upper lip had rubbed off. Hair tousled, eye bags pronounced. But what caught your breath in your throat was his midsection (which he was trying to hide with his T-Rex arms). He'd gained weight following his promotion, but you could see he was quite bloated, the buttons of his shirt straining over the dramatically swollen curve. That certainly hadn't been the case that morning.

“I...I...,” he started, flexing and unflexing his fists. “I stress eat. If that isn't, eh...clear.”

You didn't mean to freeze on the spot. You didn't mean to stare. But you couldn't tear your eyes away, heart pounding in your ears.

“I see,” you finally managed. A step closer, hand tentatively reaching out. He let you brush it gently against his middle, whimpering weakly. “You seemed nervous this morning. What happened?”

“It's a long story. I...I've been good recently, with keeping my habits in check. But I got some news and I...well.” He gestured to himself.

You probably should have inquired as to what the news was, if he was okay, if he needed anything. But you felt yourself move closer and your hands smoothed over him, movements almost automatic. Fingertips hooking into the gaps between his shirt buttons, testing the firmness of his gut. It was firm, all right. Clearly, he was stuffed to the gills.

“What...what did you...eat?” Your voice was more of a croak.

“Ehm...well, I was eating normally up until after dinner. I...I have a stash. Well, I had one. Mostly junk like little cookies, chips, soda and juice. Um, instant noodles. And then I...I asked someone to bring me ice cream. A couple of pints.” His shoulders dropped, overall posture deflating. “Like I said, I'm not proud.”

As if on cue, his stomach burbled and then he burped quietly behind his fist. And before you could stop yourself, your mouth was opening.

“I'm proud of you.”

Copia's eyes widened. His gaze flicked uncertainly over your face. “You...are? Why?”

“Because. It's...impressive.”

Whatever was coming over you, whatever was possessing you...you found yourself allowing it. And Copia wasn't interjecting. He was still staring, mouth agape now.

“Impressive...that I ate so much? Are you serious?” He huffed and waved dismissively, shaking his head. “You're pulling on my leg. Come now, you don't have to-”

You moved forward and reached for his face, to cease his shaking and press your lips against his. The way his belly pushed into you as you kissed was not lost on you, and both of you made pleased little noises; though his was more strained.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” you breathed, pulling back just enough to speak. “I'll do the work.”

He was nodding, eyes wide again, hands hovering over your upper arms as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch you.

But you took his hand in yours, with the other on the small of his back as you guided him through the office to his couch. As you walked you noted trash scattered on his desk/coffee table, and the cans that you heard clattering earlier were beneath both the couch and desk. They were soda, like he'd said, and some were crushed while others sat upright.

Copia groaned when he reached the couch and sat down heavily, spreading his legs wide and tipping his head back. He was still trying to keep his hands over his belly. You settled between his legs on your knees, looking up at him reverently, feeling as if the ex-Papa were towering above you. When he finally looked down at you his expression was shy and he chewed at his cheek.

“I am...quite embarassed, to be honest.”

“You don't have to be.”

He was scratching at the couch cushion on either side of him, even with his leather gloves on. You smoothed over his thighs with your hands, squeezing and petting as you made your way towards his belly. It was maddeningly hot. You kept thinking of him that morning, the slight paunch he sported barely something to take notice of. And now, that same paunch had been stuffed with meals and treats and too much liquid, and was bloated and gurgling noisely n front of you.

“You think its...attractive...the way I couldn't control myself?”

“Outrageously so. I'm dying to touch you. May I, Imperator?”

He winced and visibly shivered at his title, eyes drifting shut for a moment. His hips shifted as well, and then he nodded.

“Please do.”

And so you did, immediately reaching for his buttons. You couldn't help but chew your lip as you began undoing them, your groin aching with need as you began to expose the soft and pale flesh. Pushing the fabric out of the way allowed you to get the whole picture, and you spread your palms across the bloated expanse and back towards his waist. Pale stretchmarks ghosted across his freckled skin, and centered around his navel and lower belly. When you squeezed him just slightly and lifted, you saw his lips part. No doubt the view from above was beautiful, his lap filled with his gut. When you released his belly and let the heft of it drop, watching the fat wobble beneath the taut upper swell beneath his ribcage, you heard him gasp above you. You did it again, a little harder, jostling him more. He mewled, helpless as you handled him like so several more times.

“C-careful, amore, I don't want to risk getting sick,” he groaned, belching.

He was clearly enjoying himself, if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by. Or perhaps it was the humiliation? Either way, you decided it was time to unbutton him more.

And then his cock was in your hands, hard and leaking precum. You couldn't help but grin to yourself when you felt the fabric of his underwear and found it damp.

“How long have you been hard? This isn't just from the past few minutes.”

One of his hands was now resting on the swell of his belly, not kneading or groping. He sucked in a breath, exhaled slowly, and looked away.

“A few hours.”

“Poor thing.” Your hand twisted around him, gripping just under the head of his cock and making Copia wheeze. “But you didn't want anybody to see you like this.”

He shook his head. There were tears in his eyes, his lip trembling. Another small burp welled up in his throat, and he mumbled apologies. “I'm a wreck.”

“A beautiful wreck. You look amazing, Cardi. It's a little difficult to put to words just how wild you're driving me. Under these robes, I'm...I'm not exactly dry myself. I'm glad you trust me enough to let me be here with you, like this.”

He made a noise in his throat now, not a burp, but more of a strangled whimper. It could've been from the way your thumb grazed the glans of his cock, or the words you'd said. Either way, you decided to distract him again, licking at his slit and wrapping your lips around the tip. It was easy to take him further in your mouth, towards your throat so you could swallow around him. His hips tried to buck at this, but you figured the strain of his stretched belly kept him from moving too much. You could already feel how tense his thighs were on either side of you.

You bobbed on his cock, humming and licking, up the shaft and down again, nibbling at the skin near his balls. Every now and again he pulsed a bit of precum, and you made a show up lapping it up slowly. He had started to massage himself, hasty presses along the taught upper bulge, occasionally burping as air was pushed around. You imagined it must have been a relief, every embarassed burp making it just a bit easier for him to breathe.

“I'm getting close,” he panted, pawing at the couch for something to hold onto and settling on a stiff pillow.

Without pulling too far off of him, you reached up to do some pawing of your own. Hooking your thumb into his deep belly button and grinning (as much as you could) as he keened, your other fingers digging into his soft underbelly. You wobbled him, tighting your grip at the base of his cock at the same time. The smell of his groin filled your nose as you breathed deeply, focusing on not gagging as his head nudged the back of your throat. He was all around you, in you, the warmth of his belly in your hand and close to your head. You briefly imagined him, even heavier, thought of how it would feel to give him head when his belly was even bigger. Would it bump into you as you bobbed, like you were now?

Perhaps he was thinking something similar, because when you felt the shiver run up your spine at the mental image of an even greedier Copia, he yelped and jerked beneath you. You had pulled back just enough to take a breath of air before he spilled, cum pulsing into your throat. His free hand had gone from holding his belly to gripping your hair, holding you down and in place while he moaned. As he arched his back his belly pushed into you, the soft fat and firm fullness intoxicating against you. You waited until you were certain he had no more left to empty before finally swallowing. The workings of your throat pulled whimpers from him, as his grip on you slackened and he began to relax back into the couch.

When his hand let go and fell to the couch, you figured it as good a time as any to lean back, his softening cock sliding out along your tongue. Copia was boneless above you, head tipped back on the couch and chest heaving. You heard the creak of his leather gloves as you gently began kissing along his shaft. A few gentle kitten licks to the tip of him, and then you decided his cock had had enough attention.

It was with care you pushed up from your knees and tended to him. A juicebox on the floor caught your eye and you picked it up, poking the straw in and taking a sip. You tapped Copia gently on the shoulder and held the box out when he lolled his head to face you. His eyes, less teary but still quite wet, were heavily lidded and tired when they met yours and he sucked gently at the straw. You found yourself petting his belly again, caressing him with your thumb.

“I really meant it. When I said you're beautiful. You don't have anything to be ashamed or embarassed about.”

He made a quiet smacking sound with his lips and tongue, gaze drifting away. Even in such a vulnerable moment he found a way to be silly.

“I appreciate your understanding, Sibling,” he finally said. “I didn't realize you have proclivities such as...eh, this.” A vague gesture at his middle.

“To be honest, neither did I. You know I like how soft you are now. I think I've mentioned it a time or two.”

“Si, si...you have.” The corners of his mouth twitched in the start of a smile.

“Did you know you have proclivities such as...that?”

His cheeks and ears were delightfully pink again. “I like to be full. It feels good. But I do struggle with feeling bad about it.”

“Hm. I think as Imperator, and having been Papa, you're kind of obligated to be turned on by gluttony and greed, no?”

Copia chuckled, sitting up with better posture and patting his belly. “I suppose I should, eh? Maybe sometime we can...have dinner together. Or would you prefer I call on you next time I get stressed out? It could be any day.”

You tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear. “To be perfectly honest, both sound good.”

#OP LET US FROLIC IN THE MEADOWS OF WHATEVER THIS IS #i say like I don't know exactly what this is #LMAOOO I'm elated though #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #frater imperator

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