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So like she gets the recordings and realizes Yao and Ilyukina are dead before he wakes up so he’s got no pilot, no engineer, and no memories.

And then you also have to remember that the EXISTENCE of these recordings and the fact they were accompanied by the Taumoeba means that an amnesticized Grace somehow managed to save earth without a pilot or engineer and shoddy memory that only vaguely gives him enough to work with as he works.

Somebody on the medical team put him on his bunk in a wrong way...

I refuse to draw him in pants btw

Johny - Flash bang of panic. He can see your fupa and his mouth is watering, but he suddenly can't remember if you have been complaining about bloating recently. Ultimately says, "Dinne ken, sit on my face so I can take a closer look."

Kyle - Actually takes the question seriously. Has you turn and pose and changes the lighting. Snaps a couple of photos so you'll see what he sees. Invites you to bend over and hike up the skirt. "Just want to get some good angles, love."

Simon - Not here for games. "Yes. Tits an' bum an' belly spillin' out like you're tryin' to get fucked." And then you're trying to fight him off because he's decided that's a great idea, actually. Keep the dress on, he wants to see how it bunches as you bounce.

You know he loves you, there's no secret about that. Ghost is far too blunt and uncaring to put up an act. Still...you notice how underneath the fat he's all muscle and strength and fit. Underneath your fat it's just...fat.

"Lovie? Wots wrong? Yer not eating yer food." Ghost narrows his eyes on his first night back from a two month op.

You've made his favorite, the exact meal you cooked on your first date together. Rich, creamy pasta and buttery garlic bread. You don't touch it, despite how much you want to, despite loading ghost's plate up with two servings.

Instead, you pick at the salad you've come to hate over the past weeks, and mumble "I'm uh...I'm trying to lose some weight, si."

"Huh?!" Ghost gasps, sounding absolutely devastated. "Why would you do that, love? What's wrong, did I do something??"

"What– no!" You flush, avoiding ghosts face even when he takes your hands, "it's just...isn't it embarrassing? Walking around with me when you look so good? I hear what people say..."

People astonished that someone as hot as ghost would take pity on an ugly, fat thing like you. With your double chin and belly that hangs out of nearly every pair of jeans you own.

Ghost, he makes an absolutely wounded noise.

"Embarrassed? Fuck, no lovie. Do y'know how 'ard it is keeping my hands to myself in public?" Ghost grunts, doesn't hesitate to walk around the table and kneel by your seat, looking reverent up at you "how much i want to just leave it all behind and move away with you? How i think about you, all of you, during bad missions?"

Ghost moves the salad out of the way like it personally offended him, spoons that delicious pasta and your favorite amount of sauce onto a plate instead. "I want you, got it? C'mon, eat. Need yer energy before I eat you tonight."

imagining könig being this desperate obsessive type of man that falls in love with you after seeing you for a few times training recruits

he’s absolutely obsessed, will watch you every day for as long as he can, probably ignores some of the lamer missions he gets assigned, or is more violent during some and risks his team’s safety

ends up kidnapping you and escaping to some small house somewhere, keeps you there until you fall in love with him (it’s stockholm syndrome but shhh)

you’re so deep into it that he doesn’t mind taking you out sometime in the small city next to the isolated house and gets worried when you accidentally leave him alone to grab something

Simon felt filty. Utterly disgusting, as he slowly kneeled right in front of the laundry basket that is filled to the brim, your short, cute sports wear just within an arm reach.

You had just taken a shower, would probably let him smear his face all over your hot and wet body if he had asked nicely, but Simon knows better than that, it would be embarrassing for the both of you, right? Maybe he'd make you uncomfortable and you'd get the ick, making things awkward.

So yeah, sneaking around to take a quick sniff without you noticing could be justified.

He keeps his head in an angle to be able to glance around if needed, on alert as if on a mission, the absurdity of it all almost makes him scoff. His giant hands reach down to grab your shorts and quickly press it to his crooked nose, his white lashes fluttering and eyes nearly rolling back in response.

Simon bites down on his lower lip, cock stirring in his sweatpants as he keeps inhaling your scent like a mutt, the bright shade of red on his ears spreading to his cheeks by the time his tongue peeks out to have a taste. He bucks into nothing, humping the air until his brain gets enough oxygen to drop one hand down and squeeze around his hard cock.

You look for him around the house, only to find him on his knees, smelling your dirty clothes. Your boyfriend almost cries after getting caught, you've never seen his face so red, trying to hide what he's been up to.

Page 2: in which Grace overthinks and planning a human date is not easy in outer space

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