#curlyposting

[ask-postcrash-curly]

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[kurrisol]

curls

[noirsdoll]

I NEED to saw daddy curly being obsessed with daughter reader to the point she uses it against him, to have him eat her out whenever she wants, touch him however she pleases cause he’ll always enjoy it and can’t say to to her

i fw you so hard anon.. #needthat #needdadcurly i think curly is the biggest pushover ever and has SUCH a problem w saying no also he has an oral fixation cuz i said so

cw: father/daughter incest, ddlg (daddy kink), praise, pussy eating, oral fixation, soft!dom curly, dead dove do not eat

Daddy won’t say it, but you know he likes it when you don’t wear panties.

He averts his eyes, avoiding the sliver of your cunt that he can see when you part your legs oh-so-discreetly. Curly can pretend to be moral about it all he wants, you don’t mind. You have plenty of mental images of him between your legs to soothe your imagination.

Curly spoils you rotten, he falls apart at the sight of a trembling bottom lip, never mind the crescent shape of your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts, the gentle curve of your tits. In every aspect of your life, he’s pliable, bending to your will and your begging. It’s only fair considering he spends so much time away from you— how could he ever say no?

He gets so pouty when he returns from a freight, bemoaning how much you’ve grown, how your days as his little girl are slipping through his fingers like sand. You’d tell him your cunt hasn’t changed— it still remains that tight, warm hug, ready to pull your daddy close and never let him go.

Daddy loves putting his mouth on you whenever he can, like there’s a meter you’re constantly filling that seems to cap off the second he gets you alone. It started with simple things– kisses on your temple and cheek, good mornings murmured hazily into your hair from behind. Then he realized you reciprocated that filthy want that was eating him from the inside.

It progressed to love bites, hickies bitten into your inner thighs and placed delicately along your collarbones. He caught you trying to cover them up once and stopped you, swiping the makeup away with his thumb and sucking the marks in deeper.

But no, he avoids that pretty cunt of yours, even while knowing you’d give it up without question and knowing just how much he wants it. How he pauses between your thighs, his eyes dragging up along your skin and landing on your pussy that hasn’t seen underwear in weeks. Puffy lips framing that delicate clit, the perfect sucker for Daddy’s oral fixation.

He finally does it when your fingers thread in his hair, listlessly tugging his head closer to the apex of your thighs, where you’ve been silently begging him to go all this time. Curly’s eyes dart up and down and up again, and the way his gaze finally lowers and stares at your cunt tells you he’s ready. This is the moment.

“Look at you, sweetheart.” He doesn’t even need to touch you to tell how wet you are, pearly cream dripping from your hole like he’s already filled you up. You’re aroused just from his kisses, the heat of his hot mouth pressed to your flesh. 

“Just want you, Daddy,” you gasp, sucking down each breath. “Want your mouth.” You’re so turned on by his heated gaze that you hardly have room to breathe.

“Yeah? This is all for me, baby?” His voice rumbles, whispered to you in a low pitch that smears warmth over your insides. 

You nod feverishly, your chest squeezing tight as Curly gently pushes your thighs apart to give himself room. His stubble brushes your soft skin and you strangely don’t mind the thought of carpet burn. 

Daddy always knows exactly what to say, and he knows the perfect way to work you down there. His warm tongue slides into your pussy, his nose bumping your clit. 

It’s life-changing, the type of shock that makes the world feel real, that gives a soul purpose. He sinks deeper, wrapping his big hands around your thighs. Daddy’s buttery lashes flutter closed, this is the most tranquil he’s ever looked.

He glances up at you, his eyes so deep they look navy— like the sky right before it goes dark. It turns your spine to liquid, it’s all you can do to keep yourself upright.

Daddy licks into you like he has all the time in the world, gently coaxing out your orgasm like he can have another whenever he wants. Your head spins at the implication. He knows he has you forever. His little girl.

Your head goes quiet, not a single thought left standing to rattle around in your skull. Just a mindless chant of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy is all that remains.

Your thighs tremble around his head, threatening to shut him off from the outside world, forcing him to pay attention to your cunt and nothing more. You whine loud when he kisses your clit. 

“You can take another, sweetheart,” he coos, “c’mon, baby, doing so good for me.” His voice is heavy, weighted with lust– yet he never pushes to give you his cock, content to please you like this.

You feel cradled, just how you were in his arms when you were younger. His to hold and cherish. Daddy sucks on your sensitive clit with a sound so lewd that your pussy clenches around nothing. You try to wrench yourself away from the overstimulation.

He doesn’t hold you down, he waits for you to settle back toward him, melting with a purr. Your eyes drop to half-mast and you let him sink his tongue into you. Daddy swallows down your slick, one hand grabbing your ass and spreading you wider.

Your hips squirm against his tongue, your second orgasm impending. You remember when the idea of his mouth on you was so far away. Now, you can’t imagine how you went your whole life without it.

You can’t help it, everything clenching, your nails digging into your palms as you cum with a pitched whine. Your vision goes white with pleasure.

It’s only when Daddy comes into view that you calm back down. He cups your face, kissing you earnestly, deeply, letting you revel in the moment.

“Did that feel good, baby?” Curly kisses you again once you catch your breath. “Yeah, bet it did, sweetheart.” 

“Ready for another?”

[patchw0rks]

Pity

[spinkydotgov]

this was meant to be a sketch

[nezier-illustrations]

Take responsibility 💊 Mouthwashing

[smereawn]

new swimsoot

[theglowsociety]

[scribbledsharks]

Curly Crash Cupcake Sculpture

Mouthwashing Curly cupcake sculptures!! Available on my Etsy. Stickers drawn by me!

[capt-curlsuke]

prolly the only thing I dislike about fandom Curly portrayals is that people have a tendency to woobify Curly or go the opposite direction and make him some superhuman romance novel action hero for shipping's sake.

like yeah, when you're in a relationship, you behave a bit different when it's the two of you, but also Curly is still a middle aged man who is the space equivalent of a long haul trucker and/or middle manager. he fixes things, cracks jokes and is friends with edgelord Jimmy.

in the game you get the vibe that Curly's pretty easy going: he tries to avoid conflict and clearly has some anxiety/depression/etc going on, but that's not the same thing as being a total submissive nervous wreck 24/7.

he talked to Jimmy in spite of how dangerous the other man is. he tried to fix things and take responsibility, even for situations that weren't his fault. he literally dove into a cockpit to save a crashing ship!!!

a man can be afraid at times and brave at other times. he can grapple with mental illness yet still be clearheaded. this is something the majority of adults have trouble with as is. being a captain is even harder, because you have to put on that face at all times for the sake of your crew.

yet Curly remains the same guy, despite it all. and people aren't perfect, but they're always more complicated and braver than you think.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

curly. Curly. Swansers. He’s. He’s going to AA meetings. Can we get a yeehaw for that? He’s like…. Over 52 days sober. He deserves a big strong Yeehaw for that.

Yeah? Good for him. Uh. Yeehaw. Hahah.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Captain! We just spoke to the others, and they're okay, and they don't hate you or blame you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ they just aren't being allowed to see you 😔

Mhm, I heard...

They really... they're really okay? They really want to see me after everything?

...Hey, uh, none of you showed Swansea or Daisuke anything bad, yeah?

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Curly? Is— is that you?

Oh, Curly!! My blue jay!! Finally, finally, finally!!

[She is so overcome with emotion that an apparition of herself manifests and throws her arms around him. (Huh, that's new.) She does not realize this is happening; she cannot actually see him. Regardless, she weeps into his shoulder.]

Oh my gracious, are you okay, sweetie?! Oh, there there...! I am here now, I'm here! I am so, so sorry that we disappeared for so very long!! I promise you, leaving you alone never becomes any easier...! They have not done anything to you again, have they?! Frightened you? Hurt you? Oh, no, no... I am so sorry, my baby, I... If only...

ididitagainagainagainthecaketheknifeth— no stop! no more!

[She shakes her head, sniffles; takes a few minutes to try and collect herself.]

I do hope it was worthwhile, all of that... all of that time spent. Too much. Far too much time... but... we finally did reach someone, darling...! You would not believe it; the next thing I knew, we were speaking to Swansea! He took our sudden appearance in much better stride than any of us had been anticipating, ha ha! A reasonable man, he is, yes? Once you are able to work past the foul mouth... Oh, wait a moment— what in the world am I dithering on about?!

Yes, dear, Swansea is alive!! He is alive and recovering well, as are Daisuke and Anya! Just as I told you they would be, yes? ♡

Though... Swansea did mention he may have obtained some slight brain damage, oh my. And that Jimmy's bullet still rests within his shoulder. Other than that much, though, he seems, uhh... spirited! Quite so. It appears he detests your nurses nearly as much as we all do, in fact; your crew has been attempting to visit you for weeks, now! But the medical staff only continue to turn them away. Supposedly they have you under quarantine... though Swansea seems doubtful of their intent. They are simply wholly ignorant of what you all went through on that ship together... and the others are at just as much of a loss over what to do as we are. I am sorry. We tried our best for a solution...

... Oh, right, and the ship!! It would seem that you all have been whisked away onto a luxury cruiser?! And quite a large one, from the sounds of it! Ah, the name escapes me now, of all times...! Dame... something or other about a mountain, I do believe. Regardless, its place of origin is Minos. And... you all are currently returning to Minos aboard it, and not... not Earth. In roughly three to four weeks' time.

I... I cannot deny that I am disappointed that you are not coming home. Not yet. But I will gladly accept it if it means you will receive proper care sooner rather than later. I can wait all my life, if I must. Just so long as we do not have to go, again...

And, my dear... Swansea also wished for us to tell you that he is greatly sorry. He is sorry for falling victim to Jimmy's lies, and sorry for what he said to you after the crash, "should you remember it." (I do not doubt that you do, whatever it may have been.) After that, I suppose he became rather exhausted with our nonsense, and suddenly evicted us from his mind. I cannot say that I blame him, although I do wish that I could have explained more to him and Anya... ah, well...

And then it seemed we were making ourselves apparent to Daisuke... but, uh, truth be told, I am not quite certain as to why we were ushered along to him, next...? The poor boy was terribly frazzled by our presence. Admittedly, there was also not much we gleaned from him that we did not already hear from Swansea— but, of course, I was glad to hear that he is doing well and having fun on board. He reminds me so much of Kestrel once he's comfortable enough to come out of his shell. In fact, Kestrel told me that he spoke to Daisuke a bit, too! He was a bit flustered by how enthusiastic he was to meet him, hahaha! Kestrel had wished to chat with him more, but he told me he had walked into a pole while sharing music, and suddenly he could not hear him any longer...? I am... not quite certain that is how it works, but...??

I had also attempted to ask Daisuke to pass along a message to your nurses for you, and, frustratingly, that proceeded about as well as you can imagine... ("They will not believe that!" Huh! Well! The message was not for them to begin with! Hmph.)

Regardless... Daisuke also said that he misses you terribly, too. Everyone does. They wish for nothing more than to see you again, and to finally go home.

[The apparition lifts herself up and kisses him on the forehead.]

They do not hate you, sweet pea. They forgive you. They do not hate you.

I am here now. I love you, my Grant Curly Warbler. Everything is going to be okay.

[She begins to hum again. "Baby mine, don't you cry... baby mine, dry your eyes..."]

Mum? How are you doing that??! Oh God, where have you been? I thought— I didn't think you all were coming back!!! I thought that was it! It's been seven fucking days!!

No, they haven't done anything... I'm okay... I'm okay. I'm— God, I'm so glad you're back. That was awful. More empty than before you lot, because at least then they'd talk at me and I could understand it. Please don't ever— What the hell happened?!

What's wrong? Are you okay? How are you doing this, Mum?

To Swansea? What, but— That means he's—!!!!!!

Oh thank fuck he's alive, hahaha, I can't believe it!!!!!! He's alive!!! Thank you— thank you so much.

Brain damage—? Shit, Swansea, I'm so sorry... He does? Hah, I, uh... Shouldn't be surprised. I miss him, I— I'm beyond glad he's alive. No, please— Don't apologize for that, I'm just so fucking relieved you're all back. You don't know how lonely— Sorry, sorry, I— God, it's been a week!

A luxury cruiser—? That'd explain the size of the medical staff, okay. Never heard of that... Minos, huh? I don't think I've ever been to that system, let alone the planet. Three to four—?! I can get out of here?!

I'm not surprised, honestly. Ship this big's not going to divert itself for the sake of four rescues. ...I-if you have to go again I understand but please not for so long again? Please? Not until I can communicate, at least. I don't... I don't want to be like that again.

What? Why? ...Oh. I... Hah. Thanks, Big Swans. That— that's really kind of him. Hah, bet he did...

Poor kid. Glad he's having fun, yeah... Healed up too, I hope? Shit, I can't believe you lot all talked to them. Completely bonkers. So— so they all three know about you?? I can't even— Shit, did he? Hope he's not concussed...

What was the message...? I'm here now. But, uh... thank you for trying to let me know you were still here. I was... I really gave up hope after the first two nights.

He does...? He— Why would he— No, you, uh, you wouldn't lie to me about that. That means he really— they really—

...

sorry hah trying— trying not to cry. m'okay though. just... gimme a minute, yeah?

...

thank you... so much..

love you too...

[ask-postcrash-curly]

[The opossum bursts into your room, tears in her eyes] CURLYYYYYYYYY I MISSSED YOU SO MUCH!!!

[the opossum runs up to you, scampers up the hospital bed, and immediately starts nuzzling and running its face against you like a cat]

Curly I’m so sorry we left and were gone for so long!

wh—

Holy fuck

This can't be real this can't be real

I was counting the nights it's been seven bloody days

You can't be—

WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!

[ask-postcrash-curly]

MY BOY!!! DAISUKE!! HELLO !!!

How's the ship life treating ya?

I'm afraid I don't have too much to offer in terms of new things to say, so I'll just project this into your head and leave.

*projects a photorealistic white brick wall*

enjoy!

Yowch!! What’s up!!!

WHAT THE FUCK??

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Heya, curly-wurly!

My pal @pulgarcito-perro made these cute drawings of u and Gerald!

Y’know… it’s funny. I think showing u a pic Gerald was the first time I ever talked to you.

heya. awww. i love them… thank you. tell your friend thank you too. god, that’s adorable.

was it? wow… seems like a lifetime ago, yeah?