#dewpia

Copia about Dew: Yes I know he bites and has rabies and attacks people but he also holds my hips and it makes me feel special. Truly a wonderful ghoul, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Day 7: lingering hugs

Promptlist by @forlorn-crows! Im such a sucker for Dewpia I had to do this quick for them, even if its late

--fatcopia 😙

YIPPEEEEE THANK UUUUUU <333

The ropes tugged at every curve, accentuated every thick roll along his back and sides, at the space where the hang of his belly met the heavy mound of his fat pad. Arms pulled slightly up, with enough support to stop them from aching too badly, more knotted ropes decorating his joints. Pillows beneath his knees so they wouldn't bruise. The turquoise ropes seemed to avoid crossing over the swell of his heavy gut, and disappeared beneath it. Hidden beneath all the generous fat surrounding it, Copia's cock throbbed. There was no rope down there, but Dew had gently tied a bow (of a matching turquoise shade) around his buried shaft.

"You're doing beautifully, C," the ghoul said, kneeling before his Papa and tracing a claw up his taunt skin.

Copia groaned, sounding pained, but it trailed off into a wanton whimper. He belched, lips glistening with spit. Though his papal paints hid the flush of his face, his ears burned pink and his gaze was embarrassed.

Dew licked his own lips and brought the half empty, large, soda bottle back to Copia's mouth, adjusting the angle according to minute nods or shakes of his head. With his free hand he palmed at his crotch, huffing at how the friction lit up his nerves.

"Does it feel good? Hmm, Papa? You could be at any given fancy party with expensive food and important people. But you wanted to get all dolled up and be fed cheap junk food. Does it feel good?"

It did, and Copia's bleary eyed, sloppy nods reflected it well. Heavy and round as his lower belly was these days, it was very clear from the bulging upper swell that he'd been gorging. Originally, the ropes that crossed under his chest and above his stomach had been crossed over his upper belly. Over the course of the meal, the growing pressure from the rope from his stuffed middle had grown too uncomfortable - and he still had room to spare. So now the rope sloped beneath his soft pecs, stretching down over his stretchmark laden sides.

Tossing the bottle aside, Dew then gestured to the rest of the trash pile that had accrued. Two large soda bottles, two large pizza boxes, an empty dessert container.

Copia whimpered again, the muscles of his thighs shaking.

"D-Dewdrop… I've been…I've been so good…please?"

A closer look revealed a damp spot on the pillow beneath Copia, and after another moment a thick drop of precum dripped.

Dew smiled, reaching down the fly of his pants. Copia's eyes lit up, and the ghoul snickered when he saw that pink tongue dart out to lick the painted lips.

Johns internal thoughts are this

LMAOOOOOOOOO

I straight up don't think John can comprehend that the two of them are dating. In his mind, he's pretty sure Dew is somewhere between coworker, pet(?), and evil brainwashing overlord.

Then Copia casually kisses Dew and John blue screens. There's some choking on air, stuttering for anything comprehensible, and face turning pale then extremely red.

"Hey man, ehh.... you all good?"

visual under the cut

i think copia should be so big he has dews elbows buckling as he uses him as a nice seat for him while he works, shifting around innocently as dew puffs out a nervous, pained breath because fuck papa is big. sweaty and close to tears, dew dares not to make a pained sound to alert copia, doesn’t want papa thinking he cant do this, that he is inadequate.

it gets dew all hot in his belly when copia ignores him through it, humming as he knits, crossing his leg over the other occasionally, pretending dew is just any regular old loveseat, and not his beloved ghoul. of course, papa instructed dewdrop to be naked through the whole ordeal, to add to the ghoul’s humiliation. and he loved it, as always. that sickening embarrassment fuels the fire in him.

the thing about dew is that he’s too insecure to voice that he’s hurting, and too stubborn to listen to his own limits. so, after forty five minutes of being on his hands and knees with papa seated on his back, dew may feel like he is going to pass out soon, but he would never tell, not making it clear he is in pain until copia happens to notice his trembling.

and then they humiliatingly inevitable coddling that follows, copia apologetic and gentle, dew blazingly embarrassed and defiantly taking pets and kisses from his papa. he hates it, he loves it. dew cant chose between the two.

Redraw of this old thing

My sillies.

Anyways. Go read my fic

Go back to bed, asshole.

(Ok technically this is about And When the Sun Eclipses