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New Kid
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    Durée 8m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement nov. 02, 2024
the tulpar crew gets a new member, highly experienced in technology and ship advancements.

captain curly is more than shocked when the pony express manager tells him that this new member comes in the form of a clumsy 19 year old hawaiian-japanese teenager high on hormones



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! DISCLAIMER !
in no shape or form do i support cheese pizza (iykyk) however, this fanfic is based around daisuke's very obvious daddy issues + his need to be validated by older men. ntm curly's urge to take care of the kid which slowly turns into curly developing feelings for daisuke.


swansea: 64
curly: 39
jimmy: 38
anya: 31
daisuke: 19
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9 chapitres En cours d'écriture

Trigger Warnings; emotional, alot of angst, talk of jimmy, SA, insinuation of sexual violence, mild discussion of weight, padding, swearing, vomiting. --------------- Was she having a stroke? Daisukes anxiety pierced him further. Something was wrong. But he didn't want to leave her in whatever trance she was in. Her torso was curled over, her head on his folded thighs, on hand still had a fisted a rose of his Hawaiian shirt. The other held a few thin fingers in her mouth, chewing on them in a way that wouldn't hurt her. Soon they shifted, and as she pulled them from her lips, her thumb made its way instead. Her eyelids lowered as she started to soflty suckle, gently dimples on her cheeks, a force that brung her thumb in and out, just slightly faster than her breath. The lengths she went not to look at him. She was still there to give herself shame for the situation, but she couldn't help herself. There was something stronger in her head, a sandstorm of fuzzy feeling that would silence her mind and leave her in a pleasant fog.