A newly summoned phantom who wants to be obedient for his papa, and a very stuffed copia who needs some affection after a very big meal.
Cut to phantom completely pinned down while copia is cuddled up on top of him, his heavy, full belly pushing heavily against phantom while his thick thighs squeeze against the slim, tiny ghoul
(Inspired by that little drabble you wrote of the two of them since their dynamic is soo underrated :3)
TAP DANCES BECAUSE I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING WAHHHH
i hope this is okay, my brain is kinda mushy today but i really wanted to keep my word about answering an ask. i may do more later. we shall see. anywayyyyssss enjoi : 3
Phantom was trying his best not to wheeze, not to grunt, not to show that he was absolutely crushed underneath his Papa. He was new and desperately needed to show that he was in this to win this…and this being…Papa's approval.
Not that Copia was hard to please, it seemed. He'd lit up like a Christmas tree when some of the other ghouls (older, closer with him, besties even) showed up with bags of take out and booze towards the end of rehearsal. Phantom knew that Copia was a slut for food, had seen the pictures of him before his Ascension and how the good papal life had treated his waistline since. And it was with barely concealed lust that he watched Copia devour the Chinese food with his own open lust. The other ghouls, like Dewdrop and Cirrus, were all over him, ensuring that his hands were never empty of tasty treats. They were like devoted servants, fiercely protective of their frontman. And Phantom wanted to show that he could be just as devoted.
So when the food was cleared out and rehearsal deemed complete, the band trickling into the common area of the recording studio, with Papa falling back in a cushy couch…Phantom saw his chance. He beelined for Copia, practically pouncing beside him. He was sure his pupils must have been huge, totally blown as he leaned in close to the intoxicated man cradling his swollen belly.
"Papa…," he started, reaching out tentatively. "Can I?"
Copia's ears were bright pink, his cheeks likely the same under his paints. His booze-glazed eyes trailed lazily over Phantom's face, then to his outreached hand.
"I dunno…can you?" he slurred, smiling. After a beat he giggled, then waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, c'mere…newbie. Ac'shually…."
Before Phantom could move, Copia had pushed him back and rolled over onto his lap, his thick thighs straddling the ghoul as he yelped in surprise. Despite the fullness, despite his size, despite being drunk, Copia had been fairly graceful and quick. His heavy belly, even heavier now and straining against his shirt, squashed Phantom.
So he was trying not to wheeze. Would that be rude? Would Copia be upset if he grunted with the effort it took to even attempt shifting beneath him? It was all heavy warmth and softness from Copia's wide lower belly, but the upper swell was bulging and taut with food. Phantom couldn't reach all the way around him either, so he settled his hands on the generous lovehandles pooching out above Papa's waistband and gave them a squeeze.
Copia's breath was hot and smelled like beer as he panted above the ghoul. "Think I…I think I ate too much," he groaned.
Phantom could feel a hot flush burning in his cheeks as he realized other ghouls were watching and snickering from their seats around the room. It must have been a sight - he was practically sucked into the couch cushions from the weight. He caught Dewdrop's eyes, expecting to see jealousy or animosity burning there, but found he looked rather nostalgic. He'd known the frontman far longer and had been playing with him before he got fat, but surely he must have been in a similar position at some point, being as thin as he was.
Hoping that he wasn't trembling with nerves, Phantom brought his attention back to Copia. His Papa was looking down at him expectantly, wet eyes blinking slowly and stupidly. His body jerked as he hiccuped.
Slowly, Phantom smoothed his hands from Copia's hips to the sides of his belly. He gently pushed his thumbs in, and when Copia whined wantonly he added the rest of his fingers, massaging him through his shirt. There wasn't much give, and Phantom's eyelids fluttered as he really took in just how full Copia was. Humans could eat a lot. He could faintly hear the bubbling of digestion as he continued his ministrations, in between Copia's pathetic keening.
Though they must have been sat there together for several minutes, with Phantom's hands exploring the clothed, wide expanse in front of him, it felt like no time at all had passed before a shadow fell over them. It was Dew, grinning.
"Careful C, you're gonna suffocate him if you're not paying attention."
Copia had been growing heavier, body going more boneless as he relaxed under the massaging hands. He perked up vaguely, muffling a burp and then rolling off to the side with a mumbled apology. Phantom gasped loudly, forgetting that just minutes before he had been trying to conceal his efforts. He quickly wriggled his way to sitting up from where he had been merging with the couch.
The other ghouls were laughing. Though not necessarily meant to be mean, it made the newly summoned ghoul glower and shoot them dirty looks. Copia seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep, his head lolled back onto the couch and eyelids closed, if not already dead to the world.
Dew wasn't laughing, but still grinning. He had a water bottle in one hand and held it out to Phantom, who reluctantly took it. What was this, aftercare? After cuddles? Were they really babying him?
Dew leaned in as Phantom was taking a gulp from the bottle. He had a mischievious look in his eyes.
"Doesn't matter much now because he's falling asleep, but usually…he really likes when you make it known just how heavy he is," he whispered. "Just…for next time."
Phantom blinked, mouth still full of water. He swallowed loudly. "For next time?"
"Of course. Didn't you hear him whining? He's a sucker for contrast."
