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He reeks of anger all the time, scent tinged with citrus and something distinctly chemical. Ghost is the kind of alpha who's presence lingers long after he's left the room, others naturally submitting to him out of survival instincts. He would gut them if he wanted to.

Yet he falls apart so sweetly for you.

"Aw, hey, hi ghost." You smile when a large body drapes over you. No greeting before ghost is shoving his nose into your neck and inhaling deeply "bad day? Hm, big boy?"

The hands running up your side squeeze momentarily, pulling you back against thick fat and muscle "....nest?"

"Mmh. Okay." You nod, tilting your head in anticipation for ghost licking your scent gland like a distressed pup.

Ghost curls up so small in your nest it's a wonder how he takes up so much space usually. He rumbles, self-soothing, while you rub his sides. "it's okay, baby. Just settle down, yeah?"

He always gets like this when the pain is really bad. Severe migraines, muscle pain, trauma. It's a wonder how he crawls out of the nest each morning. You press a kiss to the crown of his head "take your time, pup. I'm right here."

"Does....does he always do this?" You ask gaz, your boyfriend, while staring in awe at simon. You vaguely knew stuff about him, kyle has been talking about simon for weeks, after all.

You just...didn't realize exactly how much he loved food from what gaz had told you.

"Babe....he's gonna choke..." you frown at Kyle's delighted expression, glancing back to watch ghost scarf down the steak you had cooked. Fucker ate it in three bites.

"You should see him eat ratpacks." Kyle jokes, though he's smiling so hard his cheeks dimple. It's cute how excited he is to have a friend over.

"Yeah, i—!" You freeze when you look back at ghost fucking licking the plate clean.

Both hands holding the ceramic up to his face, running his tongue along the inner divet, chasing after that delicious sauce from the steak and the little grains of rice. You gape at him, face heating in embarrassment because no one's ever done that for your mediocre cooking.

When ghost emerges, he looks completely unashamed before fixing his eyes on kyles plate.

"Oh– kyle i think–" you try, only for ghost to practically vault the table to make a grab for gazs plate.

Somehow, watching both of them fight over a plate of food you could easily make more of just feels...right. like home, maybe?

Did a little series of my Stardew Valley farmer Nell (they/them) and Shane getting busy, but I can't post all of it here, so have some makeout sesh and a few tasteful crops :^)