#dewdrop posting

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.

Part 1

They’d been bratty the past week and she’s been stressed so she made plans for the weekend

Soon they found themselves in the car hours away, traveling along a dirt road among foothills of ancient volcanic overflow. They know better than to ask where she was driving —again. Instead they ramble on about the geological sights out their window

“We’re almost there, pup” she trilled almost teased the last word. Their ears perked at the familiar intonation.

Finally they pulled up to a small cabin. Getting out of the car, the two took in the scene. “It’s not very big,” they noted, “can’t do much in there”

She grasped them by the chin looking down at them, narrowing her eyes. Sweetly she said, “not much space to disobey either”

A chill like a small branch of lightning brightened in their chest. “Oh really?” They said with cocked head, hand on hip.

She only chuckled before leading them to the door of the small two room building. A bit rustic but a bed was all she really had in mind. “So you think you’ll make good use of the space?” They prodded her ribs

“Hmm, let me have that,” she took their bag and set it on a hook near by, “Now,” she said sharply in a tone they knew usually elicited whimpers, “Sit.”

They knelt on the spot, almost without thinking. She chuckled again and tousled their hair before moving further into the space. She idly walked the perimeter, took out her phone and sat on a chair not far away. It’s was some time before she heard whining coming from the entry way.

“Yes, pup?” She asked innocently

“May I move Miss?”

“Soon” she replied as if only half listening. Later she called them to her and they rushed to stand before catching themself. They crawled over to where she sat and nuzzled her leg. She pet them idly and said, still in the same boredom tone, “on my lap, pup.”

They scrambled to straddle her when she caught them by their shirt and jerked them close, halfway crouched around her lap. “You’re not in uniform, stand up.”

She undressed her puppy, pleased at how needy they were. Already getting glassy eyed from puppybrain, this will be fun

She resumed her place on the chair and repeated her command. Again they rushed to comply, but were stopped, this time as she held them by a fistful of hair. “No no, sweet pup, you need a spanking for being such a little brat,” she cooed in almost a whisper.