#Daisuke come home. Daisuke come back to me.
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bonemeal12 · 7 months ago
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thinking about Daisuke from Mouthwashing and feeling so sick. He didn’t even really want to be there, but he gave it his all regardless. He’s just a damn good kid trying his best.
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morthstaar · 6 months ago
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Please, PLEASE Tulpar crew x a very shy/introverted reader who is like crushing on the crew really hard but way too shy and embarrassed to tell them but like the crew starts to slowly catch on to them and the way they act different around them. Also I don't mean the crew as a whole I mean the separate characters 😭🙏🏽
ask and u shall receive 😈
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OH GOD, YOU CAN TELL?
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Captain Curly
-oh.. curly knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that you had the biggest crush on him.
-there is no slow realization.
-not at all oblivious to it.
-everytime your eyes would seemingly uncontrollably and totally unconsciously drift to him he would try to meet your gaze with a friendly, boyish smirk.
-does that happen? HELL NAH. you are much too shy to even look the captain in the eye.
-your little heart almost beats out of your chest at any interaction. little or big.
-"Hey, just the person I needed to see. I have a little favor to ask you."
-oh god. suddenly words seem hard to pronounce and the entirety of the english language is no where to be seen.
-after a few weeks, curly would definitely find this endearing.
-i feel like since curly is so outgoing, he would be very intrigued by someone who is the complete opposite.
-curly wouldn't act much different when it comes to you, due to maintaining professionalism as his role as captain.
-he may due small acts like making a cake simply to indulge in your sweet-tooth that he somehow knew about you.
-"oh, we just had extra packets of sugar. i just thought id bake something. you like cake right?"
-cheeky motherfucker.
Intern Daisuke
-dude is so so so oblivious even though you make it perfectly clear...
-you could be making like.. making out with the guy and he'd be like,
-"yoo, we are literally besties right?"
-deadass, he prolly had no idea you liked him for weeks.
-you could be laughing extra loud at his jokes then realize ur laughing too loud, look at him while he isn't looking at you, sneak an extra sweetener packet on his bed when he isn't around,,,,
-his ass still is clueless.
-it takes either curly or swansea's help to realize that you had a massive crush on him but were just to shy to say something.
-once he realizes, he is now all over you and following you around like a lost puppy. not nonchalant at ALL.
-literally tries to pick up the polle statue to show his 'guns' but the statue moves only an inch..
-now he is hyper aware of your actions and reactions, he finds your shyness just SO CUTE WTFFF.
-compliments you to see what you would do.
-"man, have you always been this hot or is it just the sweetener talking?"
-runs away.....
-would steal sweetener packets just for you two to share :)
Nurse Anya
-i feel like she notices how different you act around her, but she just thinks its because you two are good friends.
-she never assumes anything, just her friend being friendly.
-even though you sometimes make it unintentionally obvious..
-like this one time you recommend her a book from your quarters library and her fingers lightly grazed yours reaching for it.
-oh shit. her soft hands touched yours. oh god what does a normal person do in this situation??
-"thank you for the-oh... book."
-well, they don't smile awkwardly, sweat pouring down their face and leave in a hurry with the book still in their hand.
-anya isn't stupid or completely oblivious by any means. she definitely knew from this encounter of your little crush on her.
-she is quite flattered honestly. someone so similar to her truly likes her?
-when she fully processes this information, she is very subtle with how she shows her affection back.
-during check-ups, she sometimes gives you a treat from one of her desk drawers for being a good patient.
-other times she lets you join her late at night in the lounge to just look at the pretty night time screen.
-"this makes me miss home. it's so beautiful."
-you'd look over at her and her eyes are not on the screen, far from it actually.
-her eyes are on you.
-so this is what a heart attack feels like..
Mechanic Swansea
-unpopular hot-take, swansea is actually a dilf and he often has younger men/women confess their feelings to him.
-so because of that headcanon, swansea definitely knows how you feel from the first time y'all met.
-your eyes would subconsciously peek at his open shirt revealing his chest. suspiciously, whenever he would look back, you quickly turn away shyly...
-he immediately thinks he is way to old for this shit. he just got out of a divorce and prolly never wanted to try again. especially with someone younger.
-"what is with this damn younger generation with old people.."
-he tries to avoid you even though you two are co-workers and.. work together. on the same ship.
-as weeks go by, your shyness starts to grow on this grumpy man. he... he thinks it's endearing in a sense..
-he rather likes how reserved you are, and how are aren't as loudmouthed as daisuke.
-he won't act much different to you, but according to the rest of the crew it is obvious.
-swansea leaves little sticky notes reminding you to eat or sleep because lets be honest.. you are quite neglectful, and the sticky note quotes,,
-"..the crew doesn't need you passin' out while doin' your job. so eat or i will make you."
-swansea is also much more soft-spoken with you than anyone else.
-he has never raised his voice or spoken down on you. his usual brashness and snarky remarks are now toned down (but not entirely) around you.
-"hey. i didn't say you had to leave, did i? stop puttin' words in my damn mouth and sit."
Co-captain Jimmy
-jimmy prolly doesn't even acknowledge you at first.
-you could be looking at him, thinking he doesn't know that your eyes are skimming over his face and body.
-oh but jimmy.. he does know,,, but he never shows that he does.
-he likes the attention on him. your eyes looking him over when she doesn't even know that he is soaking it up.
-im sorry but he definitely gets off to the fact that you are shy and get flustered easily.
-he loves how malleable and submissive you are due to your shyness. and he uses it to his advantage.
-he shows his affection strongly after he knows your crush.like sometimes he would purposefully follow you places and when you turn around he'd be like..
-"do you mind? you're in my way.."
-i feel like he wouldn't know how to properly express his feelings so he would be kind of unnecessarily mean and cruel.
-and after he would be mean he would be nice and extra affectionate so you would still like him.
-like you could be working on something and is critical about your work.
-"are you serious? tsk.. move, since you clearly cannot perform a basic task."
-then later he's like..
-"im glad someone on this ship is helpful, like you."
-basically, he purposefully plays with your feelings to get you to confess bc i feel like he likes when women come to him.....
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tulpanya · 5 months ago
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five more minutes, please!
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includes : (mouthwashing) anya, curly, daisuke, swansea.
summary : you fall asleep on them, will they have the heart to wake you?
warnings : gn! reader. curly carries reader around (trust, this man is a gym bro, no matter what he will be carrying your ass).
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ANYA
You were helping Anya study for one of her upcoming exams, flashcards in hand and your head in her lap. "Correct~" You coo, eyelids growing heavy as you flip through the cards- each of which answered correctly by Anya. It isn't until she misses one that you find a small break for yourself. Eyes falling shut, Anya writes down notes furiously, clacking away at her laptop.
It's a nice moment, the ambience has your breathing slowly evening out until you've fallen asleep on her lap. "Okay, I won't miss that one next time," She mumbles, "What's the next-" She tenses up upon seeing your sleeping form. When did you fall asleep? She glances at the time on her computer and her eyes nearly bug out of her head- when did it get so late?!
Closing her laptop, Anya hesitantly begins to trace the curves of your face, a small smile forming on her lips. It wasn't rare to see you asleep before her, but it was still a moment she cherished. She wondered how long it would take for her legs to start to tingle from falling asleep, and she wonders if when that times come, will she be able to wake you?
Well, when you wake up, you're still on her lap at the dining table. Anya's head tilted back as she lets out soft snores, causing you to bite back some laughter. Of course she couldn't wake you, that would be like committing a grave sin!
CURLY
"I'm tired," You grumble, Curly in response just nods his head, muttering quiet 'i know, i know's as he tries not to speed home. "Will you carry me inside?" He glances over at you- and when he sees you're serious he chuckles.
"Yeah," He grins as he pulls into the driveway, "Just close your eyes, I'll get you." With a giddy grin, you close your eyes and await your knight in shining armor. He's quiet as he opens the car door, and even quieter as he picks you up and carries you inside your shared home. He goes so far as to carry you to the bed- but as he's about to put you down, he's notice you've already began to drool on his shoulder.
"Didn't realize I was so comfy," He teases, even though you can't hear. "Well, should I hold on to you a little longer?" Only your even breathing is heard. Indulging himself, he carries you for a little while longer wondering how you haven't woken up yet.
It's then, as you nuzzle into shoulder with a sweet smile, that Curly realizes he would never let you down again if he could help it. (After an hour his arms start to go a little numb so he finally puts you down bc he doesn't want to accidentally drop you)
DAISUKE
"Movie night!" Daisuke cheered, nearly spilling popcorn everywhere as he jumped over the couch to sit next to you, smiling from ear to ear. "Are you ready to be scared~" He wiggled his brows, selecting the movie you two were going to watch- a horror movie that just came out.
"Speak for yourself," You scoff, getting cozy under the blankets as Daisuke presses play on the movie. It's not even forty minutes into the movie before you start to yawn, your eyelids feeling heavy. The only time you really jump is when Daisuke yelps from some scary scene on the screen.
"This movie is pretty intense, isn't i-" Before he can finish his sentence, your head is hitting his shoulder. His eyes widen, thinking you're trying to scare him, but when he realizes you fell asleep he relaxes a bit. "Jeez, you're no fun..." He mumbles, shaking his head at you- how could fall asleep during movie night!? But... You did look rather cute... Nervously he glances away from your face.
Why did you have to look so damn cute? Daisuke glances back at your face, no longer paying attention to the movie. Your soft little snores makes his heart do more flips that the scary scenes on screen. "Hey... You really asleep?" He asks, waiting for a reply. When you don't respond (because you're asleep), he lets out a shaky breath. "I... I like you... Just so you know..." He whispers his confession to you, and when you don't react (because, again, you're sleeping), he turns back to the movie.
"Anyway, this is a dumb movie- you can pick the movie next time." He talks aloud, deciding to turn off the movie and (try to) fall asleep as well, unable to wake you up or move you off him.
SWANSEA
"I told you it was a dumb idea to take the train," Swansea grumbles as he boards the last train, which is late, with you. You roll your eyes as you listen to him continue to mumble out complaints. Finding a seat in an emptier section, Swansea finally stops yapping.
"Got that out of your system?" You ask, and it's his turn to roll his eyes. You snicker, resting your head against his shoulder. "At least admit you had fun today, won't you?" He sighs, glancing down at you.
"Yeah, I had fun." He says, albeit begrudgingly. With that, silence washes over you both. It's not long before the exhaustion of the fun day starts to hit you, and you think it'll be fine if you just close your eyes for a little bit- until you're skipping through dreamland. Swansea notices almost immediately that you've fallen asleep, and frowns.
"Seriously?" He tries to shake you awake, but you don't budge. Sighing, he awkwardly adjusts himself so that you're more comfortable. "Just don't blame me if ya wake up with a crick in the neck, 'kay?" He lets you sleep until it's your stop- he loves you, but not enough to let you sleep 'til the end of the line.
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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!
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kerink · 7 months ago
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i want to talk about this idea the fandom has that curly didn't do anything to help anya. the fact of the matter is, curly didn't do anything to help anya on screen.
when we first join the conversation, anya's already told curly about the assault and is just updating him on her pregnancy status. we're never privy to what that first conversation looked like, what anya said or how curly responded or what decisions were made about it. but given that anya confided in him twice more about the situation (that she was pregnant and later that she had told jimmy), i have to assume his response to the initial assault disclosure was sufficient enough in her eyes that she knew she could continue confiding in him.
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this exchange reads to me like "what to do about the assault" has been an on-going conversation between them, but curly has limited options to help her. but if he could figure out something to do, he'd do it.
let's look at the options available:
report it to HR. i don't think this option is very viable for a few reasons:
first, pony express doesn't seem to care about its employees. there aren't locks on their bedroom doors, there's only enough food and oxygen to get them from port to port with no emergency allotment, there are more crew than cryopods, they're not allowed to sleep for more than 5 hours a night, etc. i don't think they would have done anything to support her even if they had reported it.
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HR may even blame anya for the assault, they may say that it happened because of something she did or did not do. it's her responsibility to take, not theirs.
second:
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(thank you to @mudstoneabyss for pointing this one out to me)
curly needs this money because he's considering changing careers, which is likely to result in a pay cut or some amount of time job-hunting without income. swansea has a family back home he needs to provide for. it's daisuke's first year on the job and what a piss-poor welcome a pay cut would be, and he's an intern so the pay cut may be all or most of his salary. jimmy is living in poverty. anya has no savings.
it's entirely possible anya asked curly not to file an HR complaint not only because it would make her financial situation worse, but because she doesn't want to ask him, swansea, and daisuke to literally pay for jimmy's actions.
third:
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even if curly did file an HR report he may have been told to do nothing. it's a long trip and they need all hands on deck to make the delivery on time! productivity over employee welfare. it's his job to keep the peace but keep jimmy working.
given how much stress curly's shown to be under, it can be assumed being captain is an extremely taxing job with a lot of both assigned duties and off-book duties. it may not actually be feasible to run the ship without a co-pilot.
maybe all he could do was talk to him.
2. go to the police. are there even police in space? i have to assume so because the alternative poses way too many questions. so there's space police. curly and anya call them and they come to the tulpar and dock on the ship and do an investigation and what happens to that limited food and air supply? the late delivery fee?
i'm a psychologist and my first psychology job was working as a crisis counselor for my county. my primary job was to sit with rape survivors as they had their rape kits done and support them as they made their reports to the police. this may not be true everywhere or across the board or in this dystopia but in my experience the police won't take a rape case seriously, or will have limited options to prosecute, or maybe won't even take the case at all without a rape kit.
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so curly and anya call the police. they're going to have to file with HR too, to let the company know what's going on. and now anya has to pay for an HR complaint, a late delivery, and a rape kit.
is she going to get this paycheck at all?
3. curly acts on his own accord. this is the one that makes the least amount of sense to me, personally.
if curly just beats the shit out of jimmy then what? now jimmy's mad and embarrassed and takes it out on anya. we're going to confront him and risk making her suffering worse?
curly can't lock jimmy in his quarters for the duration of the trip not only because, as i said, maybe having a co-pilot is necessary for the ship to operate, but there are not locks on the doors.
curly can't lock him in the cargo hold because a) pony express would probably be beyond pissed off about that and who knows if the crew's pay would get docked or curly would get fired or if dragonbreath would sue them all for property damage and contamination. b) how do we get food and water to him? let him go to the bathroom? we open the doors and he busts out and who knows how violent he'll be then.
curly isn't going to kill him because a) that's one of his oldest friends, and i don't care what he's done or how angry curly is or how badly he wants to help anya, i really don't think it's realistic to think he'd be able to separate the anger from the love enough to end his life. b) it's cold-blooded, premeditated murder. it'd be one thing if curly caught jimmy in the act and killed him in defense of anya, he could maybe get away with that. but after the event is over? curly's going to jail for that, possibly for the rest of his life. if you worked at the post office and a coworker told you your best friend since childhood raped her are you clocking out and going to his house and killing him? it's not reasonable. i'm also just really floored how often i've seen this option brought up on the "prison reform abolish the police no matter how bad you are you still deserve human rights" website.
i also don't think it's reasonable, realistic, or kind to ask curly to act on his own accord without consulting anya. for curly to go against her wishes or act without her consent, that's further taking agency away from her. that's another man deciding what happens in her life. even if curly wanted to beat jimmy up or lock him away or kill him, maybe anya asked him not to.
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so i ask, what was curly supposed to do? what did he and anya explore as options? what did anya ask him to do? we don't know and we'll never know. and that was intentional on wrong organ's part.
i don't say any of this to discount or discredit conversations or explorations or analyses about the role The Boys Club, toxic masculinity, and bro culture play into the plot, themes, narrative, or personal take-away players have. i fully 100% agree with, support, and endorse those narrative because despite everything i just said above, it's also true that curly is partially responsible.
it's true that he was irresponsible and an enabler for helping jimmy cheat on his psych exam, but there's no evidence at all that he's a conspirator to sexual assault and abuse, that he was going to cover for jimmy in a court of law. all he said was they would figure it out, and that could mean a whole lot of things.
i think curly has some percentage of the blame for what happened on the tulpar, i just don't think that percentage is as large of a number as a lot of people seem to believe. i'm not asking that we forgive or apologize or absolve curly, what i am asking is that we try to look at the situation with more nuance and empathy and good faith.
i don't think curly was a bad man or a bro who was ignoring anya and covering for jimmy's actions. but i also don't think he did enough to help her. he was never good at seeing the small details amongst the larger picture. he couldn't see jimmy for the dead pixel he was.
i think curly was sleep deprived, possibly under-fed, definitely overworked, and juggling too many balls with not enough options. i think he made the wrong choice, but i think he thought it was the lesser of the evils.
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yoyomomiko · 7 months ago
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Can I request jealous Daisuke hcs?? Maybe even the other way around where the reader is jealous :D!!! I LOVE your hcs for Daisuke!!
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Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader (gender not mentioned, but that's what I had in mind while writing this)
Warnings: cringe, the SMALLEST mention of marking, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
(A/N): TYSMMMM🙌 The way you READ MY MIND because I've been thinking of doing Daisuke jealousy headcanons for some time now, I just kinda waited for the perfect opportunity😋 Also I'm so sorry this is a bit boring and kinda short, I wanted it to be longer😔 -> m.list
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★HE'S JEALOUS
Alright so I feel like Daisuke would be more quiet when jealous. He's gonna feel insecure and upset.
BUT, I feel like he can also be very loud or simply show the fact that he's jealous.
I mean he'd throw his hand around your waist, kiss you and make it known that you're his.
"Whatcha talking about?" "This is one of my old friends, we just wanted to catch up." "Yeah, very fun, babe, but didn't you say we're gonna be late?"
Please, REASSURE THIS MAN that you love him and ONLY him.
Make sure to praise him too😔
His confidence might get a bit ruined, and probably feel dull the rest of the day, still the same Daisuke, just a bit less happy.
SO THAT'S WHY YOU NEED TO ASSURE HIM THAT YOU'RE HIS AND HE'S YOURS‼️
You can literally do anything to give him a boost, buy him ice cream and he's gonna forgive you (you didn't do anything wrong but whatevs🙄)
Btw he's into marking just to throw that out there
★YOU'RE JEALOUS
Daisuke's gonna find this a bit amusing, probably is gonna tease you the rest of the day.
If you're not having it, he's gonna apologize PROFUSELY.
Imagine you don't forgive him tho like he's gonna feel so bad and guilty (who WOULDN'T forgive him)
He's talking to a random stranger, giving them directions, although he's smiling a bit too much their way, and he's also a little too close to them.
The moment they're done talking you cross your arms and ignore him, or you can just express yourself😢
"What's with the face?" "Nothing." "Wait, don't tell me you're jealous..." "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." "No way! Are you seriously jealous? You know I love you!"
He WILL be laughing at first, just to let you know.
Daisuke also WILL reassure you, the moment you get back home or whatever he's gonna be all over you, kissing you and whispering whatever sweet stuff comes up in his mind.
He understands the feeling, and doesn't want you to be upset or mad, especially at him.
He's SO gonna brighten up your mood, with anything you want. He's probably gonna buy you something as an apology, even if he didn't do anything😢
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★yoyomiko ★miko
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mind-intheclouds342 · 7 months ago
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 8 - Next
"Hahaha! I still can't believe you drank mouthwash!"
You were all sitting on the floor in a circle, sharing some food from that day's supplies and playing cards while chatting.
You laughed while holding your stomach as you fell to the ground, making the man roll his eyes at your exaggerated reaction.
Swansea: "I thought you were never going to wake up, I needed something to endure this crap without you around trying to fix things."
"Aaaw! You worried about me!"
Swansea: "Of course! Careless captain!"
"You broke your sober years for me."
Swansea: "That doesn't count!"
Anya: "Well, it contained quite a bit of ethanol, so..." She mentioned with a chuckle.
Swansea: "If I say it doesn't count, it's because it doesn't count!"
Daisuke: "Hey! Who took my chicken-flavored noodles?? I was saving them!"
Anya: "Oh- were they yours? I'm sorry."
"You can have mine, they're shrimp flavor."
You extended your package to him, and after pouting, he accepted the change.
They were a month away from reaching the station, enjoying some time together, now they felt they could rest and enjoy since it seemed like things were going to be alright.
"I'll go see Curly."
You mentioned getting up ready to go to the infirmary.
As you walked through the hallways, you could hear several knocks coming from a door, and you approached to look through the armored glass in it.
You saw Jimmy's face appear on the other side, an angry look.
You raised one eyebrow at his expression.
"Do you need anything?"
Jimmy: "Get me out of this damn room!"
"I can't do that, you deserve to be locked up, like the animal you are. And Swansea should have already given you your rations, so you have nothing to complain about."
He hit the glass, making it resonate, but you couldn't help but smile at his anger, then continued on your way.
Upon entering the nursery, you saw Curly breathing heavily; you could tell he needed his painkillers.
You immediately looked for them to give them as you had been doing lately.
"You know... Everyone is much more relaxed now, we have hope."
You sat beside him, gently touching his cheek, not wanting to cause him pain or discomfort.
"Everything will be fixed soon... I promise... You're going to be fine... And maybe it's not so bad that they're going to fire us... Damn it, they're not even going to pay us the full amount for the work... But at least we'll be home."
You smiled leaning back in the chair until you noticed Curly's gaze on you.
"Listen! Maybe it can't be fixed—this whole thing" you gestured to all of his body and face "But let's try to fix it as much as possible, okay?"
You didn't understand why he started making sounds until you realized they were sobs.
"Oh no... No, no, no, darling listen, we are a team, we always were one and we will continue to be, okay?"
You saw how he raised what was left of his arms in pain, in an attempt to touch your face while sobbing, it hurted you so much not to be able to understand him.
At bedtime, you knocked on Anya's room door, and she let you in.
"I wanted to ask you... Did something happen while I was asleep?"
Anya: "Well... You were by Curly's side the whole time, we needed you in the nursery, and I stayed by your side... I was afraid that Jimmy might do something to you."
"I see..."
You sighed as you looked at her face, she gave you a somewhat tired smile.
"Can I sleep with you tonight? Please"
Anya: "Of course - it will be like a girls' sleepover."
They both settled into her bed, tucked themselves in, and talked for a few minutes until Anya fell deeply asleep on your shoulder.
While you were staring at the ceiling thinking that...
At some point, she had to sleep.
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fox-guardian · 3 months ago
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Curly's pose in the pink robe is beautiful; he looks like he's watching me come back home after years at sea, or inviting me to take part in the joys of Ibuprofen... Nature's wonderful shdfghjhgfj
And did you mention that you tried drawing his Anti-Tulpar self??? Ohhhhh boy, that sounds both exciting and terrifying! Curly huffed a puff from the stuff that makes you devious and downright insidious: The Evil Cigar.
Would this mean that Anti!Jimmy Brohoofs and Rawr XD's people with utmost sincerity? Scary, scary stuff
glad everyone seems to like robe curly lol
and while my Actual version of anti-tulpar curly doesn't have a cigar, this did give me an excuse to make this finally
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[ID: A sketchy comic and standalone sketch featuring Curly and Daisuke from Mouthwashing. Curly holds up a cigar and says "Oh, a cigar! I've never actually had one before." Daisuke reaches out, panicked, saying "CAPTAIN, NO!" before it shows Curly facing away, smoking the cigar, and then suddenly whipping his head around backwards with an awful glare, face fully rendered. "whip crack sfx" is written next to him.
The standalone sketch shows his suit suddenly unzipping over his chest and his hands on his hips with his sleeves rolled. He says "my arms are warm," still glaring. end ID]
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and naur, my anti-jimmy ain't rawr XD-ing like the scene jimmy pic, but he ended up being. not too far off, actually lol
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yuzuvrse · 5 months ago
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i will not go gentle into that good night
in life and in death, you love(d) daisuke.
warnings : daisuke (mouthwashing) x reader, implied sa [of reader], major character death, mouthwashing spoilers, canon-typical violence & then a bit more, reader crashes out on jimmy (deserved), pet names (reader calls daisuke baby)
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“Oh, Daisuke…” You sob, tears dripping down your face as you look at the young man lying on the floor in front of you. Once so vivacious and full of life, now he's reduced to a writhing, bleeding mess on the floor, hair matted with blood and eyes glassy. “My baby,” you hesitate to even touch him, but then you're stroking his cheek the same way you always did when you were cuddling together, “My poor baby, what happened to you?”
His pupils are unfocused, darting around crazily before finally settling on you, and his breath that was coming in short pants slows. “Mmm?” He looks up at you, really looks, and you know he knows you're there. “Yes, Daisuke, it's me, I'm here,” you gaze at him through teary eyes, “I'm here for you.” His hand rises shakily as if to hold your face and you cup it eagerly, nuzzling into it with an almost pathetic desperation, “D-don't move, baby, don't move.” You whimper, though you want nothing more than to stay like this with his warm hand on your cheek.
“I wish I'd been there with you.” The thought of the man you love crawling through the vents alone, through the dark and dust and dirt and sparks, all for the sake of saving poor dead Anya… it breaks your heart into pieces. You can't even fathom how much pain he's in, but he still musters up the strength to shake his head ever so slightly. Even on death's doorstep, he’s still worried about you. “Why did you go?” You weep, even though you already know the answer, “Stupid wannabe hero.” Daisuke exhales, a long ragged breath that's wreaked with pain and your heart shatters even more. You crumple into yourself, pressing your forehead against his gently, “You are a hero, Daisuke, okay? You're so brave, my precious baby, fuck-!” The absolute unfairness of the situation hits you like a freight train and you can feel your sanity slipping as you clutch his hand tightly, your sole tether to reality.
“I'm sorry I wasn't there with you,” you plead for his forgiveness, though you already know once you gaze into his loving brown eyes you'll find no hatred there. The guilt is overwhelming, threatening to consume you even though you were a victim of the same cocktail given to Swansea. Daisuke merely looks at you, his chest rising and falling, shallower and shallower each time. You know he doesn't blame you.
“My baby, Daisuke, I'll fix this, okay? You're going to be fine, okay?!” You can feel the hysteria lacing your tone and you don't know how to get rid of it. Then you feel the familiar weight of Swansea's hand on your shoulder, “Kid… Get out of the way.” You turn back to face the mechanic, and as soon as your bloodshot eyes catch a glimpse of the axe you know what he wants to do. “Swansea, no! You can't!” You throw yourself in front of Daisuke, sobbing freely, “Please, Swansea, don't do it!” Swansea's tough demeanor cracks for a split second, and he says, “He's suffering like this. You don't want him to be in pain, do you?” “But I want him to live,” You cry, “We're going to make it home together, Daisuke promised me!” Hearing the words leave your mouth cements the thought for what it really was – a childish fantasy. “Kid… I'm sorry,” is all Swansea can say, knuckles clenched white around the axe handle.
Daisuke lets out a pained gasp, air rushing in through gritted teeth, and you know you can't prolong this anymore. “Baby…” you brush his long brown hair out of his face tenderly, affection evident in your every move. Leaning down to press a final kiss to his lips, you whisper, “It'll happen, okay? We'll move in together and get two dogs that'll be best friends, just like you said you wanted. You'll go to art college and become the most famous painter in the whole world. And I'll be there with you every step of the way because-” Your voice cracks. “Because I love you so much, my Daisuke.” “Now close your eyes, baby,” You stay like that for a moment, thumb stroking his cheek as you watch his features slip into a content expression. Then you turn away, blood thrumming in your ears and rushing through your head, and before you know it, the axe is swinging through the air before hitting its mark with a sickening crunch.
A choked sob escapes your lips, and you feel Swansea's comforting embrace as he pulls you into his arms, “Shh… It's okay. It had to be done.” You bury your face in his chest, an endless stream of tears wetting his shirt, “Daisuke… he didn't deserve this!” “I've got you,” Swansea remains strong, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “No, don't look.” He guides your chin away when you crane your neck to try and catch a final glimpse of the man you love, “Remember him for who he was, not like this.” “Swansea…” A broken moan rips itself from your throat, “I loved him.” And all the old man can do is caress your hair, pulling you tighter into his arms as you cry, “I know, kid. He loved you too.”
“You.” You snarl as soon as Jimmy walks into the room, eyes widening when he sees Daisuke's corpse, “This is your fault!” “What the fuck?” Jimmy gasps, staring at Swansea, “You monster!” “Fuck you!” You scream, and the look of total shock and horror on Jimmy's face that you, a foolish intern dares to speak to him so rudely, is almost cathartic as you repeat, “This is all your fault!”
Then you're lunging at him, arms swinging in every direction until you topple him over, nails scratching at his face and gripping his neck so tightly you hope you draw blood. Tears are falling down your face as you sob, “I didn't say anything about what you did to me. About what you did to Anya. But why did you have to hurt Daisuke?!” “T-the medbay… locked… Anya…” Jimmy chokes out, and you laugh wildly, “What a fucking joke. You never cared about Anya, not when she was alive, and certainly not now that she's dead.” “And you know what?” Your nails dig deeper into his skin, and you feel a flash of wicked delight when you see the red beads start to form. “You drove her to it!”
Jimmy's gagging and spluttering, desperate for air, and you grin with vicious pride, “Is this how you felt? Sneaking into Anya’s and my room? Now you can fucking learn how we felt.” You're pressing down harder, desperate to make him feel even a sliver of the pain that Daisuke felt, that Anya felt, that you felt, but then Swansea's lifting you up and pulling you away, even as you kick and scream, “Swansea- no! Let me go!” You're about to sink your teeth into the older man's arm when he says, “I won't let you end up like him,” and you freeze, letting him place you gently on the sofa.
Jimmy holds his neck with both hands, desperately sucking in air until his frantic gaze meets yours, “You.” He stands up on shaky legs, trying to retrieve something from his back pocket, “You're a danger to the crew.” “What crew?” You bark out a hollow laugh, “There's no crew left.” Jimmy bristles at that, eyes bloodshot and crazed, “I'm going to fix this.” You laugh again, dry and devoid of mirth, “You're already dead, and so am I.” “You will be.” Jimmy cocks a gun at you, and you stare down the barrel with a warped smirk, “You were a useless captain, and an even worse man. Do it, you fucking coward.”
Swansea growls, readying the axe, but the wannabe captain's too quick. One shot bursting through your chest and you're gone. And as your eyes flutter closed for the last time, you catch a glimpse of Swansea swinging the weapon once more at Jimmy – you think you can die peacefully now that he'll avenge all the senseless deaths on the Tulpar.
You hope this hurts.
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kira's notes : Um. No comment. i wrote the first half bc i was so sad abt the absolute tragedy that is daisuke's character, and then i got so unbelievably angry at jimmy that i had to write the second half LMFAO 😭 i had this in my drafts for ages bc it was xmas and then new years and i felt bad posting angst around those times 💀 but anyways happy new year! hope you liked this <3
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sillyandquiteawkward · 5 months ago
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i love your mw comix so much you understand everything. might i bother you for your interpretation of what swanseas wife looks like?
thank youuu, im sure i dont understand Everything, theres new things people are discovering/theorizing about the game all the time! i like to read up on what people are saying and put it in my brain stew to stir.
not sure if i can give anything super revolutionary when it comes to swanseas wife, as there isnt much at all about her (and frankly im a little more worried swansea keeps a photo of his dog on his desk instead of his wife. id have to hope her photos are in his sleeping quarters)
to me shes giving spunky older woman who sasses swansea back when hes grumpy and isnt afraid to complain about him cooking the same meals for them. he bounces off anya and daisuke being playful with him pretty well, so i wonder if thats a kind of trait he deals with with his wife. she has to be the type of person to handle her husband leaving for over a year at a time, so shes probably pretty independent.
theyre giving "welcome home/anniversary gift this year was a locket for each of us and we both separately decided to put a photo of the dog in there instead of each other. and when we found out we had a big laugh"
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daisuke comes home and meets the missus
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drunken confessions ✫ chapter ii
curly x reader
summary: Curly is the designated driver, so he’s helping you as you vomit your guts out because you pushed yourself too hard with the liquor. He knows you don’t like him the same way he does—right? At least he thinks so before you confess to him that you think about cuddling with him after sex. In this chapter, you both start to blur the lines.
directory/m.list ⇦ previous chapter - next chapter (comin soon)⇨
words: ~4.2k
t/w: friends with benefits!!, mutual(?) pining, confused!reader, hookup culture, slim jim exists (but isn't present in this chapter), pretty light yucky under the cut(very tame smut), gn!pronouns for reader (mostly, i think. if i fucked up somewhere, pls let me know), mention of s**ual harassment
a/n: more self-indulgent shit <3
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The next morning greeted you with a relentless pounding in your head and a parched throat that felt like sandpaper. You groaned, shifting against the tangle of blankets before the events of last night hit you like a freight train.
At first, it had seemed like just a harmless, tipsy dream—a montage of Curly’s face, as breathtakingly gorgeous as ever. But as the dream played on, the edges of reality began to creep in. The heat in his cheeks, the incredulous look in his eyes, the sound of your own drunken voice slurring out “tiddiesss”—it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory.
Your eyes flew open, wide with horror.
“Oh my God,” you whispered to yourself, voice hoarse. You sat up so fast your head spun, and you buried your face in your hands.
I sexually harassed one of my closest friends, you realized, mortified.
What the hell is wrong with you? Curly was nothing but kind to you—always the one to look out for you when you drank too much or got yourself into some sort of embarrassing predicament. 
And last night? He’d been an absolute saint, driving you home without a single complaint. And what had you done in return? Made him feel uncomfortable and made a complete fool of yourself.
He wasn’t even interested in you like that—you knew that!—and yet your drunk self had decided to be the absolute worst.
You groaned again, louder this time, and grabbed your phone off the bedside table. Of course, Curly, ever the gentleman, had not only driven you home but also plugged in your phone to charge and even left a water bottle next to your phone. The reminder of his kindness only deepened the pit of shame in your stomach.
As you tapped the screen and drank from the water bottle, your faint reflection on the dark screen caught your eye. Your heart sank further. You looked like a disaster—deep shadows under your eyes, your hair sticking out in every direction, and your skin dull and puffy from dehydration. You sighed, resolving to pull yourself together.
Tonight, you decided. The group was coming over for dinner, and Curly would be there. You’d apologize—really apologize—not just for last night but for all the other moments when you’d let your insecurities spill over into bad decisions. But for now, you needed to get to the bathroom and make yourself look halfway human.
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By the time the evening rolled around, the smell of simmering sauces and roasted meats and vegetables filled your small apartment, doing its best to mask the lingering scent of cleaning products from your earlier frenzy. You glanced at the table, double-checking that everything was perfect. Plates, glasses, and cloth napkins were arranged neatly, and you’d even lit a few candles in an effort to create a warm, inviting atmosphere.
You stepped back, pressing your palms against your thighs to keep them from trembling. Everything was perfect—at least on the surface. Inside, your stomach twisted like a wrung-out towel, the weight of seeing Curly again sitting heavily in your chest.
The knock at the door jolted you out of your spiraling thoughts. You smoothed your shirt and opened it, a bright smile already plastered on your face.
Daisuke was the first to step in, his easy grin lighting up the room. “I come bearing gifts!” he announced grandly, holding up a bottle of wine like a wizard revealing a prized elixir. He sniffed the air and let out a low whistle. “Wow, smells amazing in here!”
Anya followed close behind, giving you a quick hug before dropping her bag by the couch. “Oh my, you’ve outdone yourself,” she gushed, eyeing the spread on the table while placing down a pie she’d made on the kitchen counter. Everything about the pumpkin pie was perfect—a perfectly smooth surface with dollops of whipped cream that were piped on with precision.
“Don’t get too excited,” you said with a laugh, your nerves making it come out a bit stilted. “I might’ve accidentally over-salted the potatoes.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Daisuke teased, and you rolled your eyes at him, grateful for the distraction.
“And as if you didn’t overcook the salmon last time,” you shot back, elbowing him lightly. His groan of mock defeat made you smile, the exchange doing wonders to ease your nerves—until Curly stepped through the doorway.
The sight of him hit you like a freight train. His broad shoulders seemed to fill the doorway, and his casual jeans and perfectly fitted T-shirt might as well have been tailor-made for all the effect they had on you. His golden hair caught the warm candlelight, giving him an almost ethereal glow, and when he smiled—a small, shy one—you felt the air in your lungs turn heavy.
Your heart clenched. 
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sor— 
You tore your gaze away, fixating on the food instead, pretending to fuss over the table settings.
“Hey,” he said simply, his voice warm and unassuming, as though last night hadn’t happened.
The way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the soft upward curve of his lips—it all felt like too much. Your chest tightened, the sting of regret bubbling to the surface.
“Hey,” you replied, the word slipping out softer than you intended.
As everyone settled in, you found yourself stealing glances at Curly from across the table. He seemed relaxed, chatting with Daisuke about some new project he was working on, his easy tone lulling you into a false sense of security. But every so often, his gaze flickered toward you—quick, fleeting glances that made your pulse race. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to catch your eye or trying to actively avoid it.
You poured yourself a glass of wine, swirling it absently as you stared down at the roasted zucchini on your plate. Your mind wandered, already concocting a way to escape your spiraling thoughts after the night was over. Maybe you’d call one of the people you regularly hooked up with, someone uncomplicated who wouldn’t make you feel like this. But first—you had to apologize. Properly.
Anya leaned closer, her voice a low murmur. “You okay? You seem… distracted.”
You forced a smile, shaking your head. “Just tired,” you said, your tone light but unconvincing.
She studied you for a moment but let it go, turning her attention back to the table. Meanwhile, you busied yourself pouring drinks for everyone, clinging to the repetitive motions to ground yourself. 
You needed to find the right moment to apologize. You just hoped Curly wouldn’t leave before you got the chance.
Unconsciously, you refilled his glass multiple times, oblivious to the way his cheeks grew pinker with each pour. 
He wasn’t drunk—not even close. Curly had always been a lightweight with his emotions, not alcohol. It was you being this close, leaning over him with your hesitant, apologetic air, that sent his thoughts spinning.
When the plates were empty, you clapped your hands, forcing cheer into your voice. “Who’s up for dessert?”
“Pumpkin pie courtesy of Anya!” you added, smiling at her.
Daisuke perked up immediately. “Any dessert Anya touches turns to gold,” he said dreamily. “I still think about that key lime pie sometimes…”
You rolled your eyes with a laugh, watching him pat and rub at his stomach. Moments ago, he’d claimed he was too full to move, yet now he seemed ready to demolish an entire pie by himself.
“I’ll help,” Curly blurted suddenly, standing so quickly his chair scraped against the floor. He began collecting empty plates, avoiding your gaze as his movements turned brisk and purposeful.
The two of you found yourselves alone in the kitchen.
You watched him from the doorway, your gaze trailing over his broad back as he rinsed the dishes and placed them carefully into the dishwasher. So thoughtful, so helpful, so kind. Your chest swelled with something bittersweet—gratitude tinged with guilt. How could someone so lovely have been dragged into this… mess you created?
Your breath caught when you noticed the tips of his ears were pink. Why in the world-
“Curly,” you said, your voice soft, hesitant.
He stiffened slightly, pausing mid-motion. “Yeah?”
God, you felt so guilty. He must feel so uncomfortable.
“Later, when everyone’s about to leave… could I have a word with you? Privately?”
His shoulders twitched, and he tilted his head slightly upward, his blonde hair catching the light. You winced, imagining the worst—he must be uncomfortable, must hate this, must hate you. But then he turned to face you, his expression something softer, something… nervous?
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks a little red. “I’d like to talk to you too.”
Your heart plummeted to your stomach. What did he have to talk to you for?
You moved to the counter, your hands trembling slightly as you plated slices of pumpkin pie. “Curly, just to preface, I—” You stopped, your throat tightening. “I’m so sorry.”
His eyebrows flew up, confusion flickering across his face. His lips parted like he was about to ask you something, but Daisuke’s loud laughter from the dining room interrupted the moment.
You forced a weak smile, handing him two plates. “Let’s go.”
You carried the dessert back to the table together, but the knot in your chest only grew heavier. The words lingered on your tongue, waiting for a moment that might never come.
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A couple of hours and a few glasses of wine later, Anya and Daisuke exchanged a glance you couldn’t quite decipher. Anya sighed—almost contentedly—while rising from her seat.
“Well, it’s about time for us to head out. Thanks for the amazing dinner!”
You walked them to the door, your mind already spinning from what was coming next. Hugging them both tightly, you forced a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thanks for the wine, Daisuke. And Anya, the pie was heavenly as always.”
“No problem,” Daisuke said, grinning as he patted his stomach. “And remember: dessert stomachs are a thing.”
As their laughter faded down the hallway and the door clicked shut, the air in the room grew heavier. Turning back, you saw Curly sitting hunched over on the couch, his elbows propped on his knees and his fingers laced together. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his biceps flexed subtly as he leaned forward, lost in thought.
Your gaze lingered on him—on the quiet strength he carried, the way the light made his hair glow like gold. But then you tore your eyes away, guilt curling tighter in your chest.
“Curly, I—” You hesitated, deciding to sit across from him rather than beside him, worried you might make him uncomfortable. Your hands fidgeted in your lap as you avoided his gaze. “What I did last night… It was so inappropriate, and I’m so sorry. I probably made you so uncomfortable, and—”
He laughed softly, shaking his head. The sound disarmed you, warm and low, like a summer breeze cutting through the tension in your chest.
“Hey.” His voice was gentle as his eyes met yours. “I didn’t mind it.”
Your breath caught. You couldn’t look away, the way his gaze softened and lingered making your heart beat faster.
Before you could process his words, Curly stood up and walked over, taking the seat beside you. The couch dipped under his weight, and the warmth radiating off him was so tangible you felt your pulse stutter. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him.
“Wait. What?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them.
“I mean…” His face turned redder, and he coughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t mind if… you wanted to cuddle after… sex.”
Your mind froze, his words reverberating in your ears as your brain raced to make sense of them.
Cuddle? After what?
And then it hit you.
“Oh my God,” you shrieked, burying your burning face in your hands. “What else did I say to you while I was drunk!?”
The mortification was instant and complete. Your skin prickled with heat as your thoughts spiraled to the worst possible scenarios. Whatever it was, it had to be bad. You didn’t trust your drunk self to have any sense of shame or decorum.
Curly chuckled, the sound light and amused, and your heart twisted in response. “I don’t mind,” he said softly, gently prying your hands from your face. His touch was impossibly warm, firm but careful, as if you were something delicate.
You reluctantly let him, meeting his gaze with what had to be the most mortified expression he’d ever seen.
“I was hoping for it, actually,” he added, his lips quirking into a shy smile that made your stomach flip.
For a moment, you could only stare at him, utterly appalled. Sitting this close to you, holding your wrists, was the most handsome man you’d ever met. And he wasn’t just okay with what you’d said—he liked it? Wanted it?
This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare.
As if to confirm this wasn’t some cruel trick of your imagination, his hands shifted. One slid from your wrist to cup your face, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. His hands were big and warm, his touch tender in a way that made your breath hitch.
“May I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The words sent a jolt through you. His gaze searched yours, his eyes patient yet tinged with vulnerability. He wasn’t teasing. He was serious.
You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe.
“Yes, Curly, please,” you blurted, the words tumbling out before you could process them.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a soft smile before he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. The kiss was so gentle, so achingly tender, it made your chest ache. 
His hand stayed on your cheek, his other resting lightly on the couch beside you, keeping his presence steady but not overwhelming.
Your mind reeled. You couldn’t reconcile this—the softness of his kiss, the warmth of his touch—with your guilt and embarrassment. But as his lips moved against yours, slow and deliberate, the world seemed to fade away.
When he pulled back, just enough to look at you, his hand lingered against your cheek. His eyes searched yours, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty.
“You’re… okay?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with hesitation.
“I…” You blinked, still dazed, your heart thundering in your chest. “I don’t understand. Why would you want this? After everything I said—everything I did—”
He kissed you again.
“I know you’re embarrassed,” he continued, his voice steady but kind. “And I know you think you messed up, but you didn’t. Not for me.”
The sincerity in his gaze was unbearable. You wanted to look away, but he held you there, his hand grounding you as your emotions churned.
The kiss lingered in the air long after you’d pulled away. Curly’s gaze locked onto yours, searching for something—anything—that would anchor him in the chaos you’d just unleashed. Your expression was a mix of confusion and something else he couldn’t name, and he was sure his face wasn’t much better.
You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off before you could speak. “We don’t have to talk about it,” he said quickly, his voice lower than usual, rougher. His hand still rested on your cheek, the warmth of your skin seeping into his palm.
Your brow furrowed, but you didn’t push. “Okay,” you murmured, almost hesitant.
He exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Maybe we... take things slow?” His stomach twisted even as the words left his mouth. He wanted you—God, he wanted you—but not like this. Not with you still looking at him like you were bracing for a rejection that he’d never even consider giving.
But then you nodded, a small, nervous laugh escaping your lips. “Yeah, sure. Slow sounds good.” Your fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, and he felt his confidence from the wine slipping.
The silence between you wasn’t awkward, exactly—it was heavy, charged. He could feel it in the way your shoulder brushed his when you leaned back, in the way your foot tapped anxiously against the floor.
“Curly,” you began, breaking the quiet. He turned to face you, his chest tightening at the seriousness in your tone. “About what happened. Where do we go from here?”
He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he waited for you to continue.
“We could...” He hesitated, biting his lip. “We could just keep it casual. No pressure, no expectations. We don’t have to make it... a thing.”
Although those words came out of his own mouth, it hit him like a gut punch, and he hated how quickly his brain latched onto it. He hated himself for even considering it, for wanting to be close to you in any way he could. “No expectations,” he said again, his voice flat. He was so afraid of you rejecting him that he ended it right there—putting you into a situation he knew you were comfortable with. 
After all, he knew you were completely comfortable with just hooking up with people. A part of him didn’t even consider that you’d ever want to be in a committed relationship. And honestly, you thought the same thing about him.
You nodded, expression unreadable. “Yeah, sure. I mean, we’re adults. We can handle it, right?”
He wanted to tell you “nevermind” and “no”. Wanted to tell you that he didn’t want “casual,” didn’t want to be another passing thing in your life. But the thought of losing you, the thought of not having what little you were okay with offering made his chest ache.
“Yeah,” he said finally, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “If that’s what you want.”
Even then, his mind raced at the idea you’d even be okay with kissing him. Fuck, he thought you didn’t even find him attractive whatsoever.
The room felt smaller, the air thick with something. Curly’s hand started cupping your face again, his pretty eyes searching yours as if for answers to questions he didn’t dare ask out loud. His eyelashes brushed his cheeks as he blinked, watching the nerves show in your face.
“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.
And with that, the dam broke.
With a groan that was half pain, half relief, he pulled you closer. Your mouths collided, the kiss deepening as he lost all semblance of control. His other hand found the back of your neck, pulling you closer still. Everything was so warm about him—his hands, his lips, his hold, everything. You found yourself trying not to melt in his hold.
It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of quiet yearnings kept hidden beneath a veil of friendship. Even then, it wasn’t honest.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed him back with a passion that surprised even you. You felt alive, your body responding in a way it never had with anyone else. His scent was intoxicating, the warmth of his skin like a blanket on a cold night. You fumbled at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel more of him, to explore the muscular planes of his body that you’d admired from afar.
He broke the kiss, his chest heaving. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. “Yes,” you breathed.
With a gentle nod, he stood, lifting you in his arms with no effort and carrying you to your bed. For all you knew, you looked up at him like he hung the stars. The thought of it made your eyes wrench away from his face, still.
He laid you down with care, his hands roaming over your body as he removed your clothing. You felt a thrill of excitement as his fingertips brushed against your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
He took in a sharp breath as he felt the planes of your body, thoughts conflicted but so satisfied all at the same time.
The room was a blur of sensations as you lost yourself in the moment. The weight of his body pressing down on yours, the heat of his breath against your neck, the way his hands moved with a confidence that sent shivers down your spine. There was no room for doubt, no space for regrets. Only the here and now, the feel of his skin against yours, and the promise of pleasure that grew with every shared touch.
He unbuttoned his jeans with a smoothness that belied his own excitement and then slid off your pants and underwear off in one fluid movement.
Curly’s eyes roamed over your naked body, a mix of hunger and awe in his gaze. He leaned in, kissing a trail from your belly button to your chest, taking his time to savor every inch of you. His mouth closed around one nipple, eliciting a gasp from you, while his hand explored further down.
The world outside the room ceased to exist as he entered you, filling you in a way that was both familiar and new. 
There were no words, only the sound of your breaths mingling with his, the slap of skin against skin, and the heady rhythm that grew faster, more urgent with each passing moment.
You felt the tension build, your body tightening around him like a vice. He kissed you again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips, and you knew you were close. So close.
And then, with a cry that seemed to tear itself from the very depths of your soul, you climaxed, the waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. He followed, his own release a silent exclamation of ecstasy as he twitched and thrusted once more.
As the aftershocks of passion ebbed away, the room grew still, the silence broken only by the sound of your unsteady breaths. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling, your body warm against Curly’s, his steady heartbeat thumping beneath your ear as you leaned against his chest. The weight of what had just happened pressed down on you—not in regret, but in the terrifying awareness that this wasn’t just physical for you.
Your chest felt heavy, though you couldn’t bring yourself to move. His hand rested idly on your back, his thumb tracing soft circles that you weren’t sure he even realized he was doing. The quiet intimacy of it made your heart ache. You tried to focus on the present, on the afterglow, on the way his skin felt against yours, but your thoughts kept spiraling.
This wasn’t supposed to feel this way. It never has when you hooked up with others.
“Stay the night, Curly,” you said suddenly, your voice softer than you intended. You lifted your head from his chest to look at him, catching the flicker of surprise in his eyes.
His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he smiled—soft, hesitant, but undeniably warm. “You sure?” he asked, his voice low and still tinged with the rasp of moments earlier.
You nodded, biting back the urge to explain yourself too much. “I don’t want to have to treat you like... the others,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The confession hung in the air, vulnerable and raw. You swallowed hard, the truth settling uncomfortably between you. You already knew—you couldn’t even imagine sleeping with (or even holding—at this point) anyone else after him.
His chest rose and fell beneath your head in a steady rhythm, his gaze fixed on yours. For a moment, you thought he might push back, remind you of the rules you both agreed on. But instead, his hand slid up to your hair, his fingers weaving gently through it. “You don’t have to,” he murmured, the weight of his words carrying more meaning than you could unpack in that moment.
You melted a little at his words, your lips curving into a small smile despite yourself. The knot in your chest eased just enough for you to breathe again. You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been holding on until now.
You were still staring at his face after it all, still trying to regain your bearings. Then, breaking the tension with a casualness that felt both maddening and endearing, he grinned at you, boyish and bright. “Wanna grab milkshakes?”
The abruptness of it startled a laugh out of you, your forehead dropping against his chest as the tension between you shifted into something lighter. “Milkshakes?” you repeated, lifting your head to meet his gaze again.
“Yeah, I know a place that’s open late. Best chocolate shake you’ve ever had. Trust me,” he said, his grin widening. “Though I prefer malt.”
You couldn’t help but laugh again, the sound soft and unguarded. “Fine,” you said, shaking your head. “But you’re paying.”
“That was the plan anyway.”
And just like that, the moment shifted. The raw, vulnerable edges dulled slightly, tucked away for another time. But as he kissed your forehead and started pulling on his clothes, you couldn’t help but feel it—your heart was already too tangled for this to stay as simple as you pretended it could be.
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l0v-ly-c4t · 6 months ago
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Hiii,can you please do sibling hcs with the mouthwashing crew?Maybe make the reader mute or something thx!!
OMG YESSSS!!!! Thank you for making request. You're the first one, so I'll try and make my best for you 🫶
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Siblings!
Summary: The crew as your siblings
Pairing: headcannons
Tw: none!
A/n: Sorry I didn't include the mute!reader headcannon, I am not confident enough to think that I can properly write it, and I am afraid to be ignorant or ableist, once I am more educated I will try and write it
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━━ ❝ CURLY
Curly would be definatly an older brother.
He would be those type of brother who would take care of their siblings all the time, 24/7
He would like to go out with you as much as he likes to go out with his friends.
He would be the type of brother to ask if someone is bothering you at school, and if you give him a name he would take care of it for you (giving the kid a long ass talk that they would never forget)
Even being a caring brother he would not share his things, have boundaries
He would always talk sense into you but if you disagree he would be mad
But not for long, he would quickly come back and apologize if he went too far into disciplining you
I can't see him as a immature brother, even if you were older he would still be the caring one
He would always come to you for advice and look up to you as if you were perfect
But not everything is flowers, he would also snitch you to your parents
Want to secretly go out at night? You better make him believe you're at home or pay for his silence, otherwise you're busted.
"Mom and dad are going to be so mad at'ya!" "They won't even know this happened!" "Oh yeah, they are going to know"
━━ ❝ DAISUKE
I can see him as a silly younger brother
He would absolutely use all of his brain power to get you out of your mind
He's definatly eating your food and saying it wasn't him
He would be the type of brother to smack your head and run away from you suddenly
He would always ask for your help when doing homework but he would end up making you do it for him
Even though he would be playfull, he would also be really lovely.
Nothing too much clingy, but he would always share his things and help you with anything he can
He would always have his parents by his side, but also look up to you
If you're more successfull then him in something he would be proud and jealous at the same time
I can see him ditching your lovers to your parents and getting you in trouble at least once a week
He's the type of guy to go out and have a fun day with you if you're sad, he would do anything to see you happy
"Give me one cookie" "no" *gives you the cookie*
━━ ❝ ANYA
I can see her as a middle sister
She would be the smart one in the family and would always try and help you with anything
I have a feeling she would like to cook you sweets in her free time
When she goes out and see something that reminds her of your she would buy it and gift it to you
She wouldn't like you invading her personal space, she likes to be around you, but she needs her alone time
I can't see her as a clingy sister, but I'm sure she would always confort you if something went wrong
I can see her playing videogane with you but unplugging your controller and pretend you're playing when you're actually not
She's the type of sister to hold your secrets with her life
She wouldn't snitch you to your parents, otherwise, she would be the one to help you with your wrong doings
"Wanna go to this party tonight?" "Mom said we can't go out" "Are you telling her?" "No" "Then it should be fine! Let's go"
━━ ❝ SWANSEA
I can see him as a much older brother, but acting like the younger his whole youth
He would definally be the one who brought you your first alcoholic drink
After he stopped drinking he would force you to stop too as if he's not the one who's addicted
He would take you in car trips as soon as he got his drivers license
He would be the one the buy you fast food in secret when you weren't supposed to
He's also someone who you can trust your secrets with, he wouldn't tell your parents (he know he has worse secrets)
He would protect you from every bully, but not like Curly would, he would actually beat a teen up
Not much though, just enought for them to stop harassing you
Would teach you how to drive and make you take him home when he was drunk in some bar
You would be really friends with his wife and he would make sure of that since she's the most important woman in his life
Would definatly call you anything but your name
"Wanna sip?" "I'm underage" "so?"
━━ ❝ JIMMY
Can see him as a spoiled young brother
He would definatly be the type of brother to eat all the cookies who were meant to be for you both
He would like to watch series with you on his free time
He would be the one who thought you how to punch someone to protect yourself
He wouldn't ditch you to your parents, but only if you gave him something for it (money)
I see him as the type of brother to ask you to land him money and then never pay you back
Would take you with his friend when they go out but wouldn't let you talk to no one so it turns out super boring
I cannot think of Jimmy in a brotherhood way, for me he's definatly an only child
"Can I borrow 20?" "Yeah, but for what?" "So I can pay the 40 I owe you"
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F/n: Swansea and Curly were the most fun to write for, they just have this vibe! Also, sorry for Jimmy, I REALLY can't see him as a brother, but I did my best hehe
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ashkabbom · 6 months ago
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Would it have worked? - Mouthwashing
A/n: I think it's important to let you know that I haven't written frequently for a long time, but following something new has made me excited and with a peak of creativity, I apologize if I wrote something wrong or said something wrong 😭 feel free to correct me 🫶🏽
Versión en español en Wattpad: Libro de One Shots - Mouthwashing (Cuenta: ashkabbom)
Versão em português no wattpad: Livro de One shots - Mouthwashing (Conta: ashkabbom)
I didn't write this in a romantic way, but please give my writing a chance 🙏🏽
Mini warnings: Mention of bullets and death of the main character, I think that's all?
When you arrived here, expectations and nervousness went hand in hand, but regardless of how strange and weird everything around you was, hope was something you insisted on having at all times. Tulpar will be a good or at least interesting experience.
You really made friends, don't think you didn't!
Having someone like Anya to talk to in the middle of the night when neither of you could sleep properly was comforting.
The dialogues you and Daisuke had were definitely something interesting, you got along well together, sometimes even Swansea was there too, claiming that two interns together wouldn't be a good idea.
Now, about the captain and him. The captain was actually quite calm, a very understanding man, sometimes he would join you and Anya at night... But he was something else. He could just be someone who was a little stressed and had a weird mood. There are a lot of people like that, right?
You remember talking to him and the captain a few times, but rarely, only when it was really necessary or just to relax.
A year transporting a load among so many stars, a load that you didn't even know what it was initially, it would be good to have a good relationship with the others on the ship, your companions after all.
You start to think as you stare at the sky projected on the huge screen, remembering the little conversation you had with your friend.
"Where do you think you would be if you hadn't come to work here?" Daisuke asks looking at you.
"Hmmm.. probably working in a supermarket I think. That was my option if this one didn't work out, so I would keep sending resumes to see if I could get a better job I think.." You say as you remember your old options, there weren't many, but there were still possibilities. "But what about you?"
"Honestly I don't know, I try to be positive about it.." Daisuke looked insecure and uncertain about where he could be now. "Would we still talk when we get back home? I don't know if I'm going to stay here after all this, their cake isn't the best." He tries to relax.
Out of all the people on this ship, Daisuke was the easiest to talk to and actually build some kind of relationship with, maybe because you two were the most positive in that situation.
Even with that foam everywhere on that ship, lost in a loud silence between the darkness and the stars, you were all going to make it back to Earth.
Maybe because you two were more naive than the others on that ship, the two sanest on that crew.
"Hey, you're a cool guy, I'm sure you'd be working in a good place!" A confident smile appears on your face, trying to dismiss your friend's worries. "Of course we would still talk to each other when we get back, we are friends after all, together here for months"
He smiles positively and you say not to go crazy before you, you laugh but are soon interrupted by Swansea asking what the hell you two were doing up in the middle of the night
It was kind of stupid. Maybe you two should have been a little more realistic about the situation. More than 4 or 5 months, shit, you didn't even have any sense of time anymore. No one had come looking for you yet. Had anyone noticed that you were missing and never contacted Pony Express again?
Sitting with your friends at that table, as if it were the day of that news, with everyone sitting together and the cake for the captain on the table.
Now, with a bullet hole in your forehead, along with your friends and that man, your head tilted to the side, you stare at the sky projected on the broken screen, wondering if this would have worked.
A/n: English is definitely not my first language, so I had a lot of translator help! Sorry for any nonsense words with other words.
I just wanted to write a little bit and I liked Mouthwashing, how the game approaches the theme of work and worker, each character's situation in relation to themselves and the general situation ^^. Feel free to tell me what you think of my writing and if you want me to write something, I wouldn't mind. 🎀
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tulpanya · 5 months ago
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you have something on your lips— mine!
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includes : (mouthwashing) anya, curly, daisuke, swansea.
summary : the tulpar crew & kisses.
warnings : gn! reader.
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ANYA
Kisses so softly, as if she's scared to hurt you
Her kisses are pretty chaste, especially in public (she gets flustered very easily with pda)
Her lips are usually chapped because of how often she bites/licks them. On the bright side, she loves wearing flavored chapstick.
"Hmm, is it sundae?" Anya's eyes widen in surprise at your answer, which is astonishingly correct. She touches her lips, before eyeing you suspiciously.
"Did you see me apply it?" She asks, wondering if you've begun to cheat in your little game of 'guess-that-chapstick!' but you just puff out your chest in pride, chuckling to yourself as if the answer was obvious.
"My dear, dear Anya, are you that surprised? I just know you that well, I've memorized all your chapstick flavors by now~"
She buys a new chapstick flavor to mess with you next time you kiss her.
Anya is a total sucker for forehead kisses, if you kiss her forehead she'll melt instantly!
It's also a quick way to calm her worried thoughts or to lure her away from the stress of her work. Just one peck on the forehead and she's better!
Of course one of her favorite way to kiss you is by kissing your boo-boos better.
Perhaps you even get (minorly) injured on purpose, just so she'll have an excuse to kiss you.
"It's just a papercut." Anya says as she inspects the thin slice on the tip of your pointer finger. You huff, shaking your head.
"But it huuurts!" You complain, amping up the dramatics to see her roll her eyes at you. She sighs, turning to fetch her first aid kit. She comes back with a bandage.
"I guess I'll have to patch it up then." She says, wrapping the band-aid around your finger. You wiggle your finger, impatiently waiting for the final part of her treatment. She bites back a giggle as she presses a kiss to the band-aid. "How's it feel now?"
"Much better~"
CURLY
Kisses you like it's the first time and last time every. single. time. he's so passionate about his kisses with you- it's all or nothing!
Cups your face with both hands, kissing your nearly breathless, and when you pull away he always chases after your lips.
That being said, he's also painfully shy about pda, and get's a little flustered if you ask for one in public- but he definitely won't say no! He'll just plan a little revenge ("revenge" being an attack of kisses when you both get home).
"Honey," You coo, the sickeningly sweet pet name catching his attention like a dog being told it's time for a walk. You two were out walking around, shopping, when you decided to tease him a little bit. "Can I have a kiss?" He blinks a few times, before swallowing thickly.
"Right now?" There was already a flush on his ears, slowly creeping down to his cheeks. When you nod in confirmation, he'll take a step towards you, gently cup your face and press a kiss to your lips. When he pulls away, the blush has reached down to his chest. "Was that okay?"
Curly was answered by your giggles, and that's when he realized you did it just to tease him. He groans, "Laugh now, 'cause I'll be getting my revenge later." A lighthearted threat that you're sure will end just as sweetly as his kiss earlier.
Curly is a big fan of a good ol' back of the hand kiss too, especially when you two are out on a date or he's feeling particularly sappy.
One of his favorite things is when he's let his scruff grow out nicely, and you get tickled by it.
He's literally a menace, the second a giggle escapes you and he's reminded that it tickles you it's game over, good luck~
"P- Please!" You wheeze, begging, for a chance to breath, but Curly is having the time of his life hearing your laughter. Nuzzling his scruff against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
"'m just kissing you," He murmurs against your skin, "I don't understand why you're laughin'?" However when you threaten to take away kissing privileges he quickly pulls away, although a small pout on his face.
You'll have to push his face away, or else those baby blues will definitely make your defenses falter. "I... I'm serious, don't try anything else, 'kay?"
DAISUKE
One word: Addicted. Daisuke is addicted to your lips and he'd gladly let your lips suffocate him!
Will literally whine if you pull away, please just a few more- what? you two have work to do? just... just one more? He'll use his ultimate weapon: His big brown puppy-dog eyes!
Has a bad habit of murmuring praise about your lips when you two kiss.
"Your lips are so soft," Daisuke mumbles against your lips, lost in pure bliss at the feeling of your lips against his own, "how are they always so soft," he shudders when you let out a annoyed sigh.
"Daisuke," You try to interrupt, but he just keeps on murmuring your praises, doesn't even notice that you've pulled away and are now watching him babble on about how sweet you taste and how soft your lips are and how he loves how you let him kiss you and ho-
"Huh? wait-" He finally blinks his eyes open only for you to bite back a laugh at his confused expression. Composing yourself, you give him a pointed look.
"Daisuke, stop talking."
"O-Oh, yeah, okay," he nods, breathless, before gladly continuing the little makeout session.
He tastes like mango, perhaps it's his chapstick or perhaps he just eats a lot of mango but he 100% taste like mango!
Here is a little warning: Daisuke is weak to your kisses, and if you ever offer a kiss as a reward for him doing a task or something...
Well let's just say you'll have one eager man running around completing tasks and doing errands and showing up in between each one for a sweet kiss as a reward~
"Daisuke, this is getting out of hand," You say more to yourself than to him, looking at the monster you've created. He is currently trying to fix a pipe (much to the dismay of Swansea) in hopes of getting a kiss.
"Hm? What'd you say?" You wave your hand dismissively, offering a sympathetic smile.
"Nothing, don't worry about it," You might have to slowly ween him off your kisses.
SWANSEA
Claims he "doesn't need" such affections, but whenever you forget to give him a 'good morning' kiss he is 10x more grouchy throughout the day.
Won't accept any form of PDA, but in private he is actually such a sweetie, and loves giving and receiving affection.
Especially in the early mornings or right before bed, he'll gently kiss the palm of your hand, then your wrist, before capturing your lips. This is an essential part of your routine.
Swansea is relaxed on the bed, grumbling about what a hard day he had, when you enter the room. The stressors of the day slowly melt away from his mind as you approach the bed. "'m sorry you had such a bad day," You cup his cheek, but he shakes his head, leaning into your warmth.
"'s fine, with you now," he mutters, turning to press a kiss to your palm, before moving his lips to your wrist. His eyes flutter open, and it's clear he's hungry for more- he wants your lips. His hands find your body, gently pulling you closer to him.
No words are said as your lips meet, no words are really needed for the rest of the night.
(On the Tulpar) If he's being grumpier than usual, any of the crew (but particularly Daisuke) will find you and beg you to "talk" to him. You'll go into the room, and come out a few seconds later, and it's like Swansea is a different person. (Literally one kiss smh)
Likes when you kiss his cheek, secretly makes his heart beat a little faster. He'll grumble you're not good for his heart when you sneak up and kiss his cheek.
Actually he does get nervous sometimes because it can't be normal to still get heart palpitations from little kisses like that.
It was a simple kiss in passing, on your way towards the kitchen to prep for dinner, a quick peck to the corner of his lips, but it was enough to make him freeze at first. It takes him a second to recover, before he's clutching at his chest.
"The hell..." He grumbles, before looking up, his eyes following your figure. "Ya gotta warn a guy before you do somethin' like that!" He hollers, but you just wave your hand dismissively, a smirk on your features.
"Yeah, yeah, old man- when'll you get used to it, hmm?" Probably never, but he hopes that doesn't deter your future attempts.
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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!
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l1v1ngd3dgrrl · 7 months ago
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Talkin' In your sleep [Daisuke x Reader]
AN: this is my first smut, so if it seems like I don't know what I'm doing I probably don't lmao (please forgive me if it's bad!) I'm kinda testing the waters a bit. Dorky guys that are sweethearts in bed just raaaghh. Love 'em.Y/n (you) and Daisuke are in their early 20's. Personally I imagine them being like 22 but anywhere from 20-23 is fine too. Implied Fem reader, but no real gender specific pronouns or language is used..I may have gone a lil crazy
MDNI divider is from cafekitsune
Word Count: 2617
CW(S): Somewhat of a slow burn, Wet dreaming, oral sex (male receiving), semi-public (oral) sex?, cum swallowing.
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Being the two last minute additions to the Tulpar, you and Daisuke never got proper rooms. Both of you simply had makeshift beds in the Lounge area. The beds in question being just a couple of spare blankets laid out for cushioning. They weren't comfortable by any means.
Anya, being the kind soul she was, had offered to take two of the cots from the infirmary and lay them down on the floor for the both of you, which y'all declined politely opting to tough out this journey.
This was one of those nights where you mentally kicked yourself for declining Anya's offer. Surely the cheap, almost tarp like feeling of the mattress was better than laying down on metal with nothing more than a blanket and pillow. If anything you'd kick the person back at Headquarters who insisted that you two should go on this trip. Who in the hell sends six people on a ship only designed with four crew members in mind?
One of the few good things to come out of it was your friendship with Daisuke, being the two youngest crewmates you spent quite a bit of time together when you were able too. Nights like these you would often chat quietly about random things. Life back home, menial tasks you had to do that day, stuff like that.
Currently you lay awake staring at the ceiling. Trying to will yourself to fall asleep. Daisuke had passed out hours before, even though he was right there beside you, you missed his company. Swansea had him do some particularly heavy work today, so as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out. His soft snoring being the only thing breaking the eerie silence of space.
Not wanting to lay on the floor for much longer you got up quietly and made your way to one of the couches. If you were going to be awake you were at least going to be comfortable.
You sat down and rubbed your hands over your face, sighing quietly. You never really had trouble sleeping as bad back home than you did here. The soft blue glow of the night screen covered nearly the whole room, Possibly another contributing factor to your restlessness.
Damn you and your lack of planning Pony Express!
Part of you wanted to go check the medicine cabinet in Anya's office to see if there were any sleeping pills. That would require waking her up for something you didn't even know was on the ship.
With not much else to do you you grabbed your book that was sitting on the coffee table, the same one you had read at least 3 times since departure. The cover was starting to bend from how much it's been read. In your sleep deprived state you weren't able to focus on a single thing the characters in the book were saying despite having read it enough to have the plot memorized.
After about 20 minutes the silence was broken by Daisuke stirring in his sleep and groaning something incoherent. The sudden noise in the otherwise quiet ship made you jump slightly. You turned your head to look over at him to see if he had gotten up.
His form was still in bed, seemingly sleeping soundly.
"Daisuke?" You called out to him, voice barely above a whisper. "You up?"
no response.
Shrugging you returned back to your book. As you continued to read the plot made less sense to you, eyes growing heavy. You quietly rejoiced and closed the book, sluggishly making your way back to your bed and pulling the covers over your body.
You shimmied around to make yourself as comfortable as possible and exhaled quietly. Sleep soon drifting over you.
The slumber was short lived as Daisuke starting shifting around again. He was mumbling incoherently a bit louder this time. Thinking he was just having a bad dream you tried to ignore him, making a half minded mental note to ask if he was fine in the morning. Once again your eyes closed and you tried to fall back asleep.
"mmmf-fuck." came a soft gasp from your crewmate.
what the fuck?
Eyes now wide open you roll over and turn to look at him.
In the soft blue glow you could see his hair was splayed across his pillow, auburn and blonde strands going every which way. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as if he was concentrating on something, Mouth slightly agape and his breathing coming out in huffs.
Another quiet moan from him made your face heat up and it clicked instantly. You weren't hearing things-it was indeed a moan.
What little sleep you did have now left your body almost instantly, a conflicted feeling taking its place.
Letting him be and acting like you didn't hear him react to whatever dream he was having was an option, you could even wake him and lie that he was snoring too loud and it was disturbing you. Both options left you feeling awkward.
A slightly louder more clear moan left his lips, "y/n please."
Your skin felt hot after hearing that, the way he said your name was doing things to you and it felt like your brain was short circuiting.
Now you didn't exactly hate the idea that Daisuke was dreaming about you, quite the opposite actually. You weren't afraid to admit that you thought Daisuke was attractive. You just never acted on it because of the whole co-workers thing. Pony Express never really made an official rule against it so who knows, maybe something to look foreword to in the future.
Unfortunately for him, you were gonna have to cut his dream short. You quietly made your way over to his bed and knelt down beside him. Placing a hand on his shoulder you shook him slightly.
"Daisuke-Daisuke hey."
He woke up with a groan and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah?"
You pulled your hand back. "Hey sorry- listen you were being a little loud and I wanna sleep."
Daisuke sat up and stretched his arms out in front of him joints cracking slightly, hair still messy from sleep. "m'sorry-Loud?" he asked groggily. You nodded "Yeah, you were making noises."
"Noises?"
You tried to quickly come up with some excuse, but Daisuke caught on to what you really meant almost instantly. His eyes widened once he realized and buried his face in his hands. "Dude y/n I'm so sorry." With a groan he pulled his hands away and sighed. "I'm really sorry-I'll go sleep in the utility room or something."
"You don't have to be sorry." You said quietly. "I'm not like, upset or anything."
Daisuke finally glanced over at you, eyes meeting yours expectantly "You're not?"
"I'm just curious I guess." In a sudden burst of confidence you slid your hand over his. "I kinda wanna know what you were dreaming about."
Daisuke paused for a moment and sucked his cheeks in and nodded. "Well uh, I was dreaming about you-God this is embarrassing."
You began to rub circles over his hand with your thumb, a way to silently offer him reassurance.
"I was dreaming that we were back home and I had invited you over- one thing lead to another and you were giving me head." He stated a full blown blush now covering his face.
You could feel your face heating up as well, no doubt sporting a blush of your own. For the second time that night you made another daring move.
"I can make that happen."
"What?"
"I said I can make that happen, If you're up for it." you repeated gazing into his eyes.
Daisuke stared at you wordlessly for a moment, caught off guard by your suggestion. "I mean yeah-yeah I'm down..Wouldn't we get caught though?"
He had somewhat of a fair point, but then again everyone was asleep. The walls were pretty thick so unless he started screeching like a banshee the likely hood of being caught was slim.
"Are you able to keep it down?"
"I think so?"
"Then what is there to worry about?" You gave him a soft smile. He gave you a sleepy grin of his own. "Alright, I guess we're doing this?" He turned his torso towards you and searched your face intently. You leaned in slowly and pressed your lips against his.
The kisses started off slow, just chaste pecks here and there. It felt like you had a flurry of butterflies in your stomach after each one. Daisuke moved his hands to your back, slowly trailing his fingers down towards your hips as the kisses began to deepen.
Both of you pulled away briefly panting slightly. Daisuke was the first one to move back in for the kiss. He moved one of his hands and placed it behind your head, keeping the other one at the small of your back. You let out a contented sigh into the kiss, trailing one of your hands up is leg slowly.
He jumped slightly, letting out a surprised noise. You chuckled and pulled away from the kiss. Lips slightly puffy. "Sorry did I scare you?"
"You caught me off guard." He said. He threw the blanket off of himself and grabbed your hand and placed it on his erection. You gave it a brief squeeze which caused him to hiss his breath. Unsure if that had hurt him or not you opted to just run your hand over the bulge and locking eyes with him.
He stared back at you, dark brown eyes filled with lust. Closing his eyes he bridged the gap between the two of you with sloppy kisses. You continued palming him through his sleep pants alternating between rougher and softer movements to gauge and see what he likes best.
After a particularly rough rub he let out a similar moan like he had done while he was dreaming. You felt those butterflies from earlier return.
"I don't think I can wait any longer." He groaned as he pulled away. Agreeing with that sentiment you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and sleep pants and pulled them down. After some shimmying and tugging of the fabric his erection sprang up, tip covered in pre.
You ghosted your fingers along his shaft experimentally, drawing a soft gasp from him. "This is okay right?" You asked softly as you gathered some of the pre from his tip and slid it down the rest of his shaft.
"Yeah-f-fuck yeah it's okay."
You began to move your hand more purposefully now, tightening your grip as you reached the base. Daisuke let out a moan of approval, letting his head fall back. You repeated the movement listening to his huffs.
"Faster please." he managed to get out.
Wordlessly you began to move your hand faster, the sound of the slick seeming to echo off of the walls. Daisuke bit his lip and groaned.
You made a mental note of this moment, storing it for later use. Who knew watching him try and remain quiet could be so attractive? You'd like to have him return the favor at some point, but for now this was about him.
You felt him twitch in your palm and his hand shot up and grasped your wrist firmly. "Too much?"
He shook his head. "I didn't want to cum just yet."
You giggled and glanced towards his face and his dick. You scooted a bit further down and bent over so your face was right in line with it. You gave his tip a quick kiss, The flavor of his pre mildly salty but not unpleasant. You gave it a few more chaste kisses then enveloped the tip into your mouth fully.
Daisuke gasped and quickly moved a hand into your hair. Fingers gently weaving themselves between your locs.
You pulled off and bobbed your head again taking him a bit further into your mouth. Each time you moved his fingers tightened slightly. You let out a contended hum and continued bobbing your head.
Daisuke was panting, soft calls of your name between breaths encouraged you to keep going. His eyes were squeezed tight skin flushed and hot. Sweat beginning to bead on his skin causing some of his hair to stick to his forehead. It was a little hard to see him from the angle you're at, but what you did see of him looked like a work of art. This really wasn't helping your little blooming crush on him.
You went down further, nose touching the base of his cock and swirling your tongue as you moved back up. The whine that came out of Daisuke's mouth went straight to your core. He sounded quite angelic.
He shifted his hips slightly and tugged your hair. "I'm so close please." he whispered. You continued to bob your head, the occasional thrust of Daisuke's hips making your pace falter slightly.
After a few more times of you bobbing up and down he let out a strangled moan and came in your mouth. You slowed your movements, helping him ride out his orgasm. Once you were sure he was finished you swallowed. You noticed the slight artificial sweet taste that it had, a side affect of his bad habit of sneaking sweetener packets.
You wiped the corners of your mouth and sat up. Daisuke was catching his breath, looking at you like you had hung to the moon. He motioned for you to come closer, pulling you in to a kiss. "Thank you that was like, really awesome."
You snorted and pecked him on the cheek. "yeah that was fun" You brushed a strand of his hair away from his forehead. "Did you wanna do it again sometime?" Daisuke smiled at you and nodded. "hell yeah. I'd really like that."
You cleared your throat and yawned. "We should get cleaned up and go to bed." Daisuke had already began to pull his boxers and sleep pants back up. You were getting ready to go back to your bed before Daisuke held you by the wrist. "Wait don't leave yet stay here."
Confused you sat in place watching as he got up to the vending machine in the corner of the lounge. He punched in a few numbers and you heard the thump of something falling. Both of you winced at how loud it was. He returned with a water bottle in hand. He opened the cap and handed it to you with a boyish grin on his face. "I wish I could do a lot more but this is all I can do for you right now."
You took the bottle with a smile. It was a sweet gesture. You thanked him and drank. The two of you sat talking for a bit until you both couldn't stay awake. Eventually you both made your way to your respective beds and fell asleep.
Maybe this was the start of a new nighttime habit between you two.
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quantum1mmortality · 2 months ago
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• Captain Curly x Fem!reader
If I see ANYONE comment or mention how this took 5 months to write i WILL crash out
Cw/tw; slow burn, reader is short bc I'm short and I said so, Swansea is mentioned one time at the beginning of the fic and never brought up again(he's lurking on the ship somewhere I'm just not acknowledging him), Anya is her silly self because Jimmyall when I put on my dad fit isn't here, unprotected sex, cumming inside, cursing, praise, teasing, slow burn
I hope it was worth the wait, Dividers by sweetmelodygraphics
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"I think it would be good for us. Besides, we're not getting any closer to being real nurses anyway. Maybe we should take small opportunities when we can."
You sigh, getting annoyed at the pestering. It was Anya, your childhood best friend and now roommate, talking to you about a new job opportunity for the both of you. You guys had always dreamed of getting into the same college, being nurses, and living together. Unfortunately, though, only one of those dreams came true; and in the worst possible way.
After failing to get into any of the nursing schools that were close to where you lived, you decided to start going to community college to maybe get another chance at a nursing degree. Anya wanted to do the same, but she realized there would be no way for you both to support yourselves without a source of income.
She got a job at a space freighter company, making not nearly enough money for you both to survive, but to at least keep the lights on. With all of the stress at home, the little amount of food you can buy each week, and seeing your best friend so mentally drained, it took a toll on your own mental health.
Your grades significantly dropped (not that they were any good to begin with), and you were on the brink of being kicked out. So, when Anya found out that she was being elected as a nurse in one of her company's new tulpars, she thought it would be the perfect opportunity for both of you to get your mind off the world that's crumbling around you.
"I'm not going into space. Besides, what does a tulpar with five total passengers need two nurses for?" You question her, annoyed and stressed about the situation.
"It's a ship floating in space, why wouldn't it need two nurses?" She argued, "god only knows what happens on ships like that. Extra hands could prove useful if they have the chance to shine."
You clench your jaw, taking a deep breath as you can feel yourself getting more and more impatient. You look down for a moment, lifting your head back up to face her.
"If I go on this trip with you, will you stop bugging me?"
She smiles, nodding her head vigorously. You roll your eyes.
"Alright, I guess I'll go." Anya cheers, running to your shared room to pack your clothes. "And I don't wanna hear any complaints from you for the next year!" You yell to her, giggling.
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15 minutes before the tulpar takes off.
You and Anya are walking through the Pony Express building, making your way to the tulpar to be there early. "The people on the ship are nice. There's Swansea, he comes off stoic, but hes a really good guy," she trails off, "there's Daisuke, he's another intern here. Oh, and there's the captain, Curly. You might not see him immediately like the others, he's running the ship by himself this time."
You hum in acknowledgement as she continues to talk about everything to expect. You think it's odd that there's only one person navigating the ship, but you decide it's not a big deal. What do you know about ships anyway? Jack shit. That's what.
After a few more minutes of walking, you finally reach the tulpar. Anya takes your bags and gets in first with you following close behind. Once in, the opening to the ship closes and you can feel a small shake, seemingly a shift in gears. You look around, finding the atmosphere comforting in a way.
"Do you know where the med bay is?" You ask.
"No, actually. I've never been on this tulpar before."
You hear shuffling coming from a nearby room, followed by a door opening in one of the hallways. You and Anya look at each other confused, only to look back to see someone sprint out of the door and to you both. It was someone young, seemingly around your age. You assumed it was Daisuke from the information Anya gave you earlier.
When he gets to where you're both standing, he hunches over, gasping for air after running towards you. It takes him a minute to compose himself, but he does eventually.
"Hi Daisuke." Anya says, almost reluctantly given the current circumstances.
"Hi Anya!" He said out of breath. "And hi to the new girl, too! Sorry I rushed down here, I just wanted to talk to you guys."
You smile. "No need to apologize, what do you need?"
"Well, I just wanted to give you guys a heads up that Curly won't be seen a lot during this expedition. I didn't want you guys thinking he was ignoring us or anything." He says with an almost sad look on his face. He steps closer to you both, looking around before leaning towards you, covering his mouth. "I don't know if it's true or not, but I heard from the others at Pony Express that the co-pilot was fired a few days ago for being weird towards female employees, and that's why Curly is doing everything himself.'"
You and Anya look at each other, thinking the same thing. "What did he do?" Your interest was piqued now.
"Well.." Daisuke trails off, shifting slightly. His body language spoke louder than his words, he was uncomfortable just by the thought of whatever happened. "What people were saying was kind of mixed.. it just wasn't good.." He sighed, looking away from both of you.
Anya hums. "Well, I'm glad he's not on the ship then. Especially since there's two women on crew now." She looks at you, smiling slightly. She had a slightly worried look on her face, her squinting eyes and forced smile made it obvious. You don't even want to imagine what would've happened if you were both in the ship with him, let alone just Anya. "No reason to dwell on it now. He isn't here, that's all that matters." She says, earning a nod from both you and Daisuke.
"Slightly off topic, but, is Curly going to be out of the cockpit at all?" You question, genuinely confused by the previous implications.
"Well id hope so, we're gonna be here for like, 8 months. If he doesn't come out at all id be concerned." Daisuke answers, looking at you as if you were slightly dumb. Obviously that wasn't his intention, but it was a stupid question. "He's going to be out late at night, though. We probably won't see him in the afternoon or morning at all."
Yeah, that made sense. After a few more minutes of small talk, you and Anya bid your farewells to Daisuke. You're able to find the med bay with relative ease after exploring the tulpar a bit more, something that you probably should've done earlier.
"There's not nearly enough pain meds to last us the entire trip, we should've brought more." Anya sighs. You turn your head to look at the cabinet your friend had just opened. She was right, there wasn't enough, only 3 bottles of low dosage pain killers.
"We really should've checked this place out beforehand," you said in a hushed tone, revealing your disappointment in the tools available to both of you. "Oh well, too late now. I guess we just have to make sure nothing goes horribly wrong." You joke, earning a small giggle from Anya.
"Yeah, I guess so." She smiles at you. A comfortable wave of silence washes over the room before Anya interrupts it, "hey, do you know what time it is?" She questions.
You lift up your arm, turning over your wrist to see the numbers on your watch. "9:32. Time flies by, huh?" You chuckle. " You might wanna go to bed soon, since you have that new sleep schedule and everything." You say. It was true, Anya had been going to bed much earlier recently, she says it's because a "lack of sleep affects her performance".
"Yeah, I should." She replies, looking down. "Will you be joining me soon?"
"I don't know, I might stay up a little bit. I've got a few new books I wanna read, so I'll probably be busy with that." You reply, "if you need me, though, I'll be in the lounge."
She nods, walking away afterwards. You stay back, looking around the medbay one more time for the night, making sure you didn't misplace anything. Once clear, you step out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind you.
You walk down the hall, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the darkness. You make a quick stop at your room to get one of your books. After picking one out, you make your way to the lounge.
Once there, you can't help but notice how empty it is. Yeah, there were only five people on board including you, but it's not even 10 pm. Where was everyone? Oh well, at least you have the whole couch to yourself.
The silence was quite therapeutic, actually. Being able to read silently was something you could appreciate, especially since you don't know how the next few months are going to play out. You got past a few pages, the clock in the lounge striking 12 before you had even processed how late it was.
You place the book down, throwing your head back on the sofa as you sigh. "Someone's up late." An unfamiliar voice says behind you. You quickly sit up, turning your head towards the noise. "Anya said we'd be getting a new intern, she failed to mention she was coming on board with us."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought she would've told you.." you say, unsure why your friend wouldn't mention an extra person tagging along on a space expedition.
"Eh, no worries. We were meant to have 5 members anyway." He says with a reassuring smile. The man walks closer to you, standing behind the couch you sit on and holding out a hand for you. "The names Curly, Captain Curly to you. Though, I may be willing to make an exception if things go well." He smirks.
You take his hand, shaking it while you introduce yourself, "I'm Y/N, it's nice to finally meet you, Captain." You smile. His hand gently squeezes your own, showing a sense of superiority while still being soft. He backs away, sitting on one of the chairs near you.
"So, what brings you here?" He questions, "Anya mentioned something about you guys being roommates, did she make you come here?" He asks, almost laughing.
"Yeah, you could say that. She can be a little pushy at times, but only when she believes it's for the best."
"Well, what do you think so far? Is it, 'for the best?'"
"It's alright. I don't have anything to complain about it so far." You reply. "I'm getting homesick, but I've never been out of country before; let alone planet."
He laughs, "you get used to it." Curly looks away for a second, looking back up at you with a certain glint in his eyes. "So.. do you have, like.. a boyfriend or anything?" He was hesitant to ask, you could tell.
You look at him, questioning him with your eyes. "You're getting quite personal, Captain." You joke.
"Curly." He corrects you, smiling.
"Oh, so I have that pleasure now?" You hum.
"Yeah, and I can take it back just as easily." He grinned.
A small giggle leaves your lips, making the Captain in front of you smile even more. "I can safely say I don't have a partner, Captain - as of right now, at least." You reply.
He nods. "I see," he responds, "sorry if that came off too strong, that definitely wasn't my intention. Just wondering." He fidgets a little while saying that last part, letting you know that he definitely wasn't 'just wondering'.
"Right.." you mumble, nodding your head in a suspicious yet playful manner. "And what about yourself, Curly? Are you a taken man?"
"As far as I'm aware, no." He jokes. A small wave of comfortable silence washes over you both, followed by eye contact and the occasional darting of the eyes from both of you, hoping to not make it too awkward.
You start to blush, realizing you've been staring at this man you've just met for far too long at this point. "I.." you start, looking away from him. "I really should get going.. I think I have to wake up early tomorrow, anyways." You try to find an excuse to leave, but obviously you didn't have to wake up early.
"Really? Leaving so early?" He questions you with a smile, but you can tell it's insincere. He wants to talk to you more, but he doesn't want to push boundaries.
"If 1 in the morning is early for you, I'm not sure if I want to know what you consider late to be." You joke, standing up from the sofa you were sitting on. You grab your book off the side table and you begin to walk away, but Curly sticks his arm out to stop you, looking up at you with a pleading expression.
"Will I see you tomorrow night? The cockpit would be more interesting than your book." He looks up at you, hand gripping your own with a look in his eyes you can't quite place.
You nod, trying to pull away from his grip on you. He tightens it before finally letting you go, silently watching you walk away and into the dark hallway leading to your room.
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You're awoken by the sound of your alarm clock; turning over in your bed to realize you'd slept in far longer than you would've liked. You feel around the top of the plastic, pressing on every button you could until it eventually stopped beeping.
After laying back down and procrastinating for the next few minutes, you finally decided to get up and go to the lounge. Walking into the hallway, you can hear the familiar voice of Anya and Daisuke; what you had expected, at least. Rounding the corner to the lounge kitchen, you also found Curly, leaning against the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee.
He spots you, his eyes meeting yours. "Y/N, good to see you again." He smiles softly. "There's some fresh coffee in the pot yet, I thought I'd make some more just in case."
"No, thanks. I'm not a fan of coffee." You say in a volume slightly above a whisper, your voice still groggy from having just woken up.
"I'll keep that noted," Curly says, still watching you from across the kitchen. "Pony Express may not care about their employees, but I do. I'll find a substitute for you." He says, moving his gaze away from your figure.
You smile, trying to keep your eyes off of him as you look through the cabinets, trying to find something to consume. Curly hears the rustling and turns his head, just to see you struggling to get something from the top shelf of one of the cabinets.
He chuckles to himself, placing his cup down before approaching you,standing at your side as he quietly watches what you're doing. After a few moments of you still struggling, he reaches his hand out and grabs the pastry you were attempting to get on your own and gives it to you.
You sigh, taking it in your hand and slowly unwrapping it. "Thank you," you say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. You can feel his gaze on you, his chest only inches away from your back as he towers over you.
"Do you know what time it is?" He asks.
You turn your wrist over, looking at the watch you carry with you. "8:30."
He sighs and steps back, looking down. "I have to get back to the cockpit, then. Duty calls, y'know?" He looks at you and smiles. He pats your back a few times as a farewell, the last touch lingering a bit too long to be friendly.
You watch him walk away, keeping to yourself as Anya and Daisuke are still oblivious to your presence. You manage to finish your pastry before they realize you're there.
"Hey, Y/N! You should've told us you were there, we would've included you!" Daisuke says, cheeks red from laughing at whatever him and Anya were talking about.
"I'm quite alright, but thanks. I'm leaving anyway." You say, trying to leave the situation to make it less awkward.
"Why are you leaving? Get over here, we want to talk to you!!" Anya says, drawing out her words and whining. Daisuke joins in for an attempt to get you to stay and gossip with them, but instead of making you laugh and give in, it just gave you a headache.
"We could play board games?" Anya suggests I'm one last attempt. The room goes quiet and you start to think. You're not doing anything anyway, may as well. You sigh, walking over to the table they're both sat at and sitting down with them.
Hours go by of the three of you hanging out. You're all tired by the end of it, mostly Anya from having to scream at Daisuke for claiming he doesn't know how to play a game and then cheating. "How the FUCK is he cheating if he doesn't know how to play the FUCKING game??" was probably said by her at least 5 times within the span of an hour; and she definitely looked as if she would jump across the table and strangle him.
"Curly hasn't been out here in a while, do you guys think he's okay? Maybe he's hungry, maybe we should bring him something." Anya says, sounding concerned at your captains well-being.
"Nah, he's fine. He went the entire day yesterday without eating, mans a champ, he can handle it." Daisuke replies.
"No, Anya's right. He's doing a lot for us- without him, we'd be stranded. We should care for him more." You add onto Anya's argument.
You get up from where you're sitting, going into the small kitchen of the tulpar and looking around for something- anything you can give to Curly. "Do you need any help, Y/N?" Anya asks as her and Daisuke watch you.
"No, I'm alright. I'm just getting him something quick." And quick you were. It only took him a few minutes to fix a plate of miscellaneous foods and snacks, bidding your friends a quick farewell as you make your way to the cockpit.
The corridors are difficult to navigate at first, but eventually you get to the lower part of the tulpar. You knock on the door gently before slowly opening it, revealing a tired Captain on the other side.
"Y/N, you came back," he smiles, his face resting in one palm as his other rests on his thigh. "Will you be joining me on this fine.." he looks at the clock behind you, "afternoon?"
"I wasn't planning on it." You trail off, fidgeting with the plate in your hands. Curly looks up at you, his eyes needy for your presence. "I was actually just coming down here to drop off some food for you."
"taking care of me, hm? You're much sweeter than I thought you'd be." You roll your eyes at his flirting, yet you can't help but smile. "Keep me company, please? I'm a simple man, I don't ask for much." He looks at you, practically begging at this point.
You sigh, putting the plate down and sitting on the chair next to him. The cockpit wasn't an awful place, creepy, yeah, but being with Curly made the atmosphere lighter.
You guys spoke for a while, about life, relationships, anything really. The more you spoke, the more comfortable you both felt in each other's presence- it was a connection at its finest.
"Have you ever ridden a ship before?" Curly asks, turning to you.
You shake your head. "Nope. First time being in a ship."
He nods. A small wave of silence washes over you, as if you were both taking everything from the previous conversation in.
"You've never piloted one then, huh?" He asks with a smile.
You smile back at him, staying silent since he already knows the answer.
"Do you.. want to?"
He has your attention now. You look at him, confused by his statement. "What do you mean? I can't pilot a ship, I've never even been on one-"
He cuts you off, "relax, you'll be alright. I'll be right here with you." He stands up from his chair, holding out a hand to you. You take it, putting your hand in his as he guides you up. Once out of your chair, his hands move to your arms, pulling you to be in front of him, pressing your back against his chest and in front of the control panel.
The amount of buttons and switches was overwhelming to say the least. Curly lets you take the change of view in for a moment, his hands still on your arms. One of his hands slides down your arm, going to your wrist before interlocking your fingers with his.
He bends his head down till he's near your own, lightly speaking instructions and explanations into your ear. His hand guides your own, hovering over each button and lever in front of you, explaining their mechanics in detail.
He guides your hand to one lever, closing your fingers around it. "Go on, pull it." He says, breathing on your ear. You stiffen, reminding you that Curlys body is directly behind you- nearly flush against your own. You let out a small sound at the surprising contact, followed by Curly gently squeezing your hand.
You do as you're told, pulling the lever slowly towards you. A small clicking sound can be heard coming from it directly, and the floor shakes a bit before going back to normal. You look back to the window in front of you, seeing that you're going much slower now since you pulled it.
"What did it do?"
"You switched gears, it's in neutral now." Curly speaks, still pressed against your ear.
"Shouldn't we switch it back?" You question reaching for the lever again.
Curlys hand takes your own again, holding it and keeping it away from the lever. "No, it's fine in neutral for now." He affirms. Both his hands move from your arms to your hips, keeping you in place as he lightly grabs at your uniform, tugging on it slightly. "I haven't seen you in a bit, forgive me for being needy." He smiles.
As much as you wouldn't want to admit it, you're melting at his touch. You felt almost guilty about it, having this sort of relationship with your captain; but the more his hands roamed your body, the less worry and guilt you felt.
"Curly.." you gasp out, feeling the room get hotter by each passing second. Your hands shift to be on the flat part of the dashboard, curling your fists for any stability you could get.
He doesn't respond. With his head still pressed against your own, breath heavy and hot in your ear, his hands glide across your body. Fingertips touching every curve you have, his breathing intensifies with each one. Gods, you were driving him insane simply by being there.
"Curly-" you call out again, moving your waist backwards to hit his own. It was obvious for both of you now, the way he touched you, the way you responded, the way he's looking at you with those gorgeous eyes..
"Stay still." It's gentle, but still firm. You listen, of course, and his hands continue to move further down. One hand goes between your thighs, pressing his finger against your clothed core as the other moves to the small of your back, going down even more to place his hand on your plush ass; giving it a light squeeze just to earn a small sound out of you.
He smiles. You're right where he wants you; bent over the dashboard of the tulpar, shaking at his touch as your clothed pussy begs and aches for him. The view looked good from his perspective, you could tell how much he was enjoying it from the shit-eating grin on his face.
"You want me, don't you, love?" He coos down at you. Gods, you were pathetic underneath him. You could feel your wetness seeping through your uniform as all you could do is nod. Curly clicks his tongue. "If I knew you wanted it so badly, I would've given it to you sooner." He smiles, as if you haven't been begging for the past five minutes. It was torture.
He finally, FINALLY unzips yours and his uniform. Albeit slow, but it was better than nothing. He was drawing it out as much as possible, getting a kick out of the fact that you were shaking beneath him.
Once both of your uniforms were off, he grabs ahold of your waist with one hand, gently pulling it back to meet with his own. His cock and your core are separated by a thin piece of fabric. You sigh, being able to feel it against you was even more torture. Gods, what is up with this guy?
He pulls his boxers down in one swift motion, letting out a sigh of relief from no longer being pent up. One hand strokes his length, spreading his precum throughout as a sort of lube. His other hand goes between your thighs, hooking one finger on your panties and simply pulling them to the side. "Too nice on you to take off." He says in a huff while trying to explain himself.
He leans into you, bent over as his chest lays on your back; the tip of his cock prods at your entrance. He sighs, "forgive me, love, this is going to hurt." You gulp. He gives you a few seconds before speaking again, "are you ready?" He asks sincerely.
You nod slowly. Curly begins to push himself inside you, whining at the resistance being given to him from your unprepared pussy. The more he pushed, the tighter and tighter it got. You were practically suffocating him.
It was unpleasant for you, to say the least. His large length was splitting you in half, not that you didn't want it to, but fourplay would have been nice. It hurt, it hurt so bad you couldn't stop crying out his name. Your body was begging for rest but all you could think about was him, his hands all over your body, how he's kissing your neck and praising you, you didn't want it to end, even if you knew he'd have to carry you back to your room.
You feel him come to a halt after what felt like hours. You're both breathing heavily, and you're still wincing with every twitch of his cock. "Fuck.." he mutters under his breath. "You're so tight, I feel like I could explode at any minute." He laughs at your expense, the movements of which go straight down to you, making you shiver.
After a few minutes of sitting still, he begins to move. Slow, gentle thrusts in and out. It still hurts, badly, but you can feel yourself enjoy it. His cock drags in and out of your walls, sending shockwaves up your spine, having you make these pornographic noises that Curly seems to be enjoying.
"Mhm, just like that, love," he breathes onto your neck. "Taking me so well.. you were made for me, love, this pussy was made for me." He praises between his thrusts. His pace quickens slightly, turning more passionate as the air in the room is now filled with hot breath and moans.
The pain of him splitting you in half is now gone, being replaced by pleasure and a tight knot in your stomach that's itching to be let go of. Fuck, youre getting closer. Curlys movements speed up more as he chases his own high, grabbing ahold of any part of you he can in the process.
His big hands land on your breasts, giving them a small squeeze. A yelp comes out of you, involuntarily squeezing down on him in the process. You hear him curse under his breath, apologizing to you for something as his fingers continue to toy with your nipples.
Only moments later, you hear a guttural moan from behind you as Curly cums inside you. Hot seed coats your walls, and the feeling of it pushes you over the edge. Your liquids mix together inside you, Curlys still hard cock being the only thing keeping them from leaking out.
He collapses on top of you, catching his breath. He smiles. "You did amazing." He praises through chuckles.
"thank you, Captain." You say, exhausted.
You both stay silent for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence. "Maybe," he begins, "you should come down more often for some piloting lessons." He laughs.
You nod.
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A/N; might be a little bad near the end sorry Im kind of living off of 2 hours of sleep half a monster and an overwhelming feeling of dread
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mind-intheclouds342 · 7 months ago
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 10 - Next
Daisuke: "Do you need anything else? I can give you my cookies if you like."
You were sitting in the bathroom, hugging your legs, your body trembling, you had a bucket of hot water and a cup to wet your body with it.
Daisuke was keeping you company outside, sitting and making small talk, trying to cheer you up.
Your body was covered in red marks from the number of times you had rubbed the sponge against your skin.
"It's not necessary"
Daisuke: "It wasn't your fault"
"I should have launched him into space when I had the chance."
Daisuke: "Like among us?"
His comment was so strange that you couldn't help but laugh for a second; it had caught you completely off guard.
"Exactly"
Daisuke: "Would you feel better if we do it now? Let's say he went out to fix the ship and got lost in space by accident!"
You kept laughing at his words, it made you happy to have him with you.
"Thank you for making me company"
You couldn't see him, but you were sure he was smiling with pride.
Daisuke: "Hey... he... you are not... You know...?"
That question brought you back to reality, looking at your body and sighing.
"No, I can't get pregnant Daisuke, don't worry about it."
Daisuke: "Anya told me everything and... I felt horrible... Useless... Maybe I could have done something and-"
"No one could do anything, it's not our fault for trusting people, the only one to blame here is Jimmy."
You finished rinsing off with water so you could go out and get dressed.
When he saw you leave, he got up from the ground to walk by your side.
Daisuke: "Are you going to launch him into space?"
"If you keep bringing up that idea, I'm going to give in to temptation."
You smiled at him to go check how the ship's trajectory was going; according to the calculations, there were only two weeks left to reach the station.
Daisuke: "What are you going to do when we get back home?"
"Well... I think I'm officially going to retire from space jobs... Maybe I'll dedicate myself to being a housewife during the day as a cover and a mobster at night to make money."
Daisuke: "Come on, tell me the truuuth" he said, laughing and pulling your arm.
"Well... I haven't thought it through yet, I've worked my whole life here, and now that they're going to fire us, I..."
Daisuke: "What would you like to do?"
You looked at him somewhat confused, as if you hadn't quite understood his question.
Daisuke: "You know! What did you dream you would be when you were little?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
Daisuke: "Nooo! Of course not! I wanted to be a firefighter when I was little, but then I wanted to go to art school, although my parents didn't like that idea much at first - and when I couldn't get in, they got me this."
"....I wanted... to be a pastry chef"
Daisuke: "Seriously?? That's awesome! You should start trying when we get back!"
"Maybe I'll give it a chance..."
You stopped in front of the nursery and gave Daisuke a look to say goodbye to him before going inside of that room.
You went straight to sit next to Curly.
"I already know"
Those were your only words, and immediately he started to gasp, trying to speak to you but nothing came out of his mouth.
"I told you, for years, that man was a jerk, that he would only bring you trouble. You had to see his atrocities to believe it, didn't you? It had to hurt you for you to realize... You didn't listen to me, or to Anya... Now you'll have that on your conscience for the rest of your life." 
You closed your eyes for a moment to avoid seeing him, but you could hear their sobs.
"I hope you have learned because... if something like this happens again... You can forget about me forever."
You lowered your head until you gently rested it on his chest.
"I forgive you... Because you have forgiven me when I have done horrible things... I forgive you... Because it's not your fault wanting to see the good in everyone but..." 
You raised your gaze to look directly at his face.
"You can't make everyone happy, you'll always have to choose someone... Now you... Who do you choose?"
You were surprised when you felt his arm on your back, as if he were trying to hug you tightly, assuring you that he would always choose you.
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