#copiadew

[copiadew]

copia on her knees for her beautiful wife!!! 🥹 it's just so!!! peak!!! 🥹🥹

[bloodonmysqueegee]

i dont remember doodling this but i found it on a random canvas a day ago

also go check out my kofi (i got new stickers and no ones bought any yet)

[rovieghoul]

how many times this happened that he's now so used to it.

[fraterimperatorr]

Them ♡

[morbidemeritus]

hi tumblr dot com i have dewdrop being human (ghoul?) furniture for fat copia on my mind again.

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.

[ghcstcd]

Dewdrop crowding Copia into his private dressing room after shows with kisses and groping. That's what he gets for feeling Dew up on stage.

[ghoulangerlee]

Random Ghost prompt, as requested!

Copia x Dew, coffee date!

🫶✌️

thank u, my savior, with this I'm just gonna write to try and train myself to not get tied up in the weeds of it all <3

nebulously takes place sometime while dew is touring and copia should really be working but instead he's shirking duties to take dew out for coffee (and to check in on his ghoul)

nothing too risque in here, but the end is a bit suggestive as to what they get up to later :)

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"Thank you for meeting with me," Copia says as Dew slides into the booth across from him, wincing a little when the ghoul's cane hits loudly against the leg of the table. "I know you'd probably rather be resting..."

Dew snorts softly and knocks his foot against Copia's; the good one, not the one in the boot, "I'll always make time for you," he says, the somewhat flat look on his face smoothing out into something a little softer, "Now please tell me you've actually gotten me something with at least three shots of espresso in it."

Copia laughs, the tension seeping from his shoulders at Dew's relaxed sprawl, at the way the fire ghoul's refused to move his foot, instead, hooking his ankle around Copia's to keep it close, "Of course I did," he says, carefully sliding the to-go cup across the table along with a crinkly bag, "And something for your sweet tooth."

"I love you," Dew says candidly, picking the cup up and taking a long draw from it, eyes fluttering closed as he does so with a low and pleased hum, "We've been surviving on shitty hotel coffee and whatever we can get at the venue," he says once he's placed the cup back down onto the table. "I was so spoiled last tour, good coffee, good company," he murmurs, grinning at Copia. "Miss having you up on stage with me, C."

Something inside Copia clenches at his words, and he finds himself reaching across the table, Dew's own hand meeting his halfway, "I miss being there," he admits quietly, "Though I wasn't joking when I'd mentioned before that touring was starting to be...too much," he adds, even quieter. "I couldn't leave the church to fall into someone else's hands."

"I know," Dew says, just as soft, thumb rubbing over the back of Copia's hand slowly. "All of us know why you did what you did," he murmurs. "No hard feelings from any of us." He ducks his head for a moment, "I'm just glad you're able to find time to come visit me."

"I always will," Copia promises, ducking down as he pulls Dew's hand closer, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "Even if I'm not here and you need me here, I'm just a phone call away."

Silence stretches between them for a moment as Copia slowly lets go of Dew's hand, watching the fire ghoul open the crinkly paper bag and pull out a pastry; light and doughy with a cherry filled center with a sprinkle of coarse sugar across the top of it that crunches slightly when he bites into it.

"Now, you didn't come here to watch me eat," Dew says around a mouthful of pastry and fruit, watching Copia carefully. "And while I'm not complaining about the treats, I know you, C."

Holding his hands up, Copia sighs, "Must I be so obvious," he says, rolling his eyes. "I just wanted to check on you," he admits, steepling his hands together as he watches Dew, the corners of his lips tugged upwards in a fond smile. "I missed you, and I know you've been having a hard time with the boot. I thought maybe if I came to visit you, take you out for coffee, maybe dinner later on tonight, maybe after this we could go rest in my hotel room where I don't have roommates, then I could help keep your mind off of things."

Dew chews through half of the pastry thoughtfully, a smear of cherry filling on the corner of his lip, "So, this is an elaborate booty call, eh?"

There's a dusting of pink across Copia's cheeks and he huffs, "Well, I wouldn't have said no to that, but I'm trying to be sweet here. I got you your fancy coffee and your fancy pastry. There may or may not also be other things you really like too. I booked a couples massage, Dew. I didn't spend the church's money for a booty call."

Dew just raises an eyebrow at Copia, finishing off the pastry before taking another drink of his coffee. "So, you bought me fancy coffee and sweets and you want to get me nice and loose too?" he asks, eyes wide. "Frater, that sounds like a misuse of the church's money."

Copia's flush deepens and he buries his face into his hands, "This was a mistake," he mumbles, though he sounds anything but regretful.

"I'll concede," Dew says after a moment, glancing around at the nearly empty coffee shop before he leans closer, half over the table, "As long as you brought my favorite dick of yours with you," he murmurs, keeping his voice low enough so only Copia can hear him. "You know the one."

Copia groans quietly, shaking his head. "You're the worst," he admits, finally lowering his hands from his face, cheeks still flushed but there's an intense sort of look in his eye as he looks at Dew. "But yes. I do know the one. I'm not telling you though. You'll have to come back to my hotel and see for yourself."

Dew grins widely, barks out a laugh, "You dirty old man," he says, leaning back against the booth, hooking his leg around Copia's more firm. "You're lucky you're cute."

[copiabrainrot]

copiadew old man yaoi for the soul