#peachy fuzz

[zer0wlet]

I have so many sillies that represent my soul, and I love them all to death <3

[elparaisodetlaloc]

[aviel0v3]

[afurtivecake]

Found this languishing in my drafts file from when I first finished AFTG and felt the urge to just write: Andrew's POV of the scene after Nicky gets Neil all dolled-up for his first trip to Colombia.

cw: none

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Fuck Nicky to hell. 

That was the first coherent thought that came to Andrew’s mind the moment he saw Neil emerge from the bathroom. 

After everything Andrew had said to Kevin, to Wymack — to fucking Bee — about how they were all so fucking wrong about Neil Josten, it was disappointing that the one person whose initial assessment hadn’t been wrong was Nicky. 

Nicky, who was as shallow as he was gay, and equally loud about both, had noticed it the moment he laid eyes on Neil. While the rest of them were distracted by Neil’s behaviour, trying to figure out what kind of broken Kevin’s skittish, new striker was, Nicky’s dumbass brain had gone straight for the first incontrovertible truth about Neil. Or rather, his dick had. 

How fucking disappointing, Andrew thought to himself as he took Neil by the back of his neck and turned those piercing blue eyes full of defiance and palpable discomfort on himself.

He fought Andrew only a bit, and only out of instinct. Like Kevin, there was fear there, cut deep into him by the hands of others, though none of that fear was for Andrew. 

Neil had been given the chance to run. Instead, he had dressed himself in the clothes Andrew had gotten for him and bared those blue eyes because Andrew had made him, all while exuding a hostility that Andrew had put there.

“Damn, Neil! You clean up good!” Nicky said, smiling the smug smile of someone who had known all along that his taste in men was impeccable and couldn’t be fooled by whatever shabbiness Neil Josten tried to hide himself under.

Andrew shouldn’t have noticed the soft fuzz of hair beneath his fingers, or the warmth of the skin pulsing with a rabbit-quick beat under his tight hold. He shouldn’t have felt anything about it without the drugs adding its peachy-tinted haze. 

Neil ignored Nicky and glared pure dislike down at Andrew. Andrew smiled. 

Good, Andrew thought. A fizzle of satisfaction tickled against his chest that he squashed down.

Good, because he hated him too. 

And he had the whole night to prove it.

[holnnetd]

Changed roles ladies!

If you checked my profile, you'd know that I'm a SUCKER for anything leporidae related. Yuppie yuppie, hares and rabbits.

And you can only imagine how happy I got seeing this post. Thank you for blessing me with that @m1cr0-bats

It became my own mission to fullfil my destiny.

HARE HYBRID!KÖNIG

Oh those huge soulless eyes staring at you in the middle of training. You wonder how a prey animal got into the army, really. But look at him. Sharp features, long ears, strong legs and a ridiculously cute stubby tail.

Hares are the most predatory of the leporidae. But still nowhere near a predator, really.

But with his height? Huge. Really. 6'6 man with the look of an European hare. The only taller counterpart would be the arctic hare, but it is not as adaptable as the all known Lupus europaeus.

Going into military with his height? Phew.

You can laugh about a hare in the military until you know the fear of standing face to face with those soul-less eyes staring deep into your soul, judging your past mistakes.

Although the overly scary man is... contradictory to any believes, really bad with depth perception. Although great with jumping far, he will most like every now and then jump into a hole. Silly.

"No, you cannot be a sniper." You'd argue, taking the sniper rifle out of his hands covered with a light peachy fuzz.

He stares at you deeply, staring into your eyes until a shiver runs down your spine from the eary look.

"I can." He absolutely can't. A sniper has to have to depth perception mastered. Pulling the trigger is to be done with great precision and unmistaken knowledge. Which is hard to attain if you don't know where the hell the enemy is standing.

"Okay, yeah. Fine." You argue, taking several steps back from the man, before standing five meters apart.

"Tell me how far I am away from you." You challenge the man. It's pretty obvious for any military staff to know it's about 5 meters. Really basic training.

"..." He started sweating, trying to figure how far it is. In his eyes you barely moved two steps. He glances in confusion on teh ground, trying to count the steps taken.

"Three."

"Three what?"

"Three meters?"

"..." A rookie would have known it's five. "You're never touching the sniper."

"Oh, komm schon! Tue mir das doch nicht an. I always wanted to be a sniper." He whines, following you as you shake your head, walking away.

He follows your out of the door, but hits his ears against the doorframe, quickly hissing before hitting his head against the side of the doorframe as he tried to look up.

Really silly.

[rakurairagnarok]

Thong out, dumb down

My take on @papermoon357 request.

you want to be changed? Well here you gooo!

Ding dong!

Your doorbell rang. You groggily walked to the sound.

Who would be at the door at this godforsaken hour? You scratch your belly as you slowly make it to the door. You open it, and see a small package on your doormat.

It has a small note attached. "A small gift for our BIGGEST patron <3 Rakurai Inc."

You frown. It must be a mix up, you've never heard of this company, but the box does have your adress on it.

As you walk back inside, you slowly open the box. Inside is a small but stretchy, black thong.

You take it out of the box and hold it up against the light. It seems to be a regular thong, but something about it seems weird.

Maybe the fact that you, who would never wear such a thing, is already undressing.

Maybe the fact that your fingers are weirdly tingly as you slowly put it on.

Maybe its the fact that you look AMAZING in it???

Your mind halts for a bit. That was a primal reaction, which is really out of place for your normally quite timid demeanor.

You turn for the mirror you could almost swear wasn't there before, and snicker.

It does fit nicely but you really don't have the body for it.

You walk away from the mirror, just as something catches your eye.

Your ass is ... bubbling?

It's not quite the right word, but its moving on Its own, in a very unnatural way.

As you continue watching you notice that not only is it moving, it is actually growing!

You put your hand on your seemingly growing glutes to feel, and a giant wave of pleasure flows through your body. You can't help but moan as your hand almost sinks in the soft, jiggly meat that is your steadily growing ass.

Your eyes roll back as you continue groping and feeling up your own behind, not noticing the rest of your body also begins to bubble.

At first it's small, but steadily your legs begin to bulk up. Your previous stick like legs start to grow to a size proportional to your giant butt. Your quads flex, showing thick groups of muscles. Your calves become juicy, while your feet crawl along the floor growing several sizes. A small whaft flies into your nose, a hint of footfunk now forever integrated into your personal BO.

Next up, your flat chest starts to balloon out. Thick, juicy pillows begin to form, which start to bounce slowly pulling your attention away from your perfect, peachy bubble butt. You grope your growing muscle tits, and a stronger, new pleasure wave rushes through your body.

Your hands grow, giving you more to grab your pecs with. You pinch your new sensitive, large nipples, as your bisceps and trisceps bulge out. Your shoulders rounding and back broadening, giving you a slightly imposing posture.

The slight belly you had, sucks in, revealing a slight set of washboard abs, and a nice pair of cumgutters.

As you run your hand down your newly flattened belly, down to your groin, you feel it pulsing against the fabric. Your hand gropes the bulging thong, feeling your manhood grow and push against it. Your balls start to fill, churning, drooping, begging for release.

Your other hand moves up, towards your neck, your jaw, your mouth.

Your neck thickens, Adam's apple pushing out, which makes your moans lower , and lower. Your jawline sharpens, and a slight fuzz sprouts along it. You trace a finger along your soft lips, which have plumped up, perfect for... well... you know.

Your run your tongue along them, almost begging for something to split them apart.

Your face, tired from all the work you have been doing, smoothens. Blemishes dissappearing, a new glow spreading. Your eyes droop, forever in a permanent relaxed state. You have nothing to worry about after all. You don't need to think. People think for you. The only thing you need to do, is look hot and get fucked.

You look in the mirror and smile, such a perfect body. Dick to get sucked, ass to get fucked with plenty of muscles to get peoples attention.

You slaunter around your appartment, grabbing a few clothes to put on. You move back to the mirror, sending a pic to your fuckbud.

Thong out, dumb down.

Hope you enjoy it @papermoon357 , I'm sure your top will.

Hope you'll continue your shopping at Rakurai Inc.!!!!

[javiersprincess]

tags: fluff, comfort, allusions to kakashi’s backstory, fem reader - no warnings. @allright​ wrote this with u in my little mind...for ur joy and pleasure

synopsis: the thunder wakes kakashi up, good thing he has you there to bring him back to sleep.

A faint clap of thunder

Clouded Skies

Perhaps rain comes

If so, will you stay here with me?

 The gentle rumble of rain woke Kakashi up from the rare sleep he gets. A lazy dark eye turned to look out the small window of your apartment, high above the streets of Konoha. Sighing, he rose to get up from the bed, only to be stopped by the warm arm of the dormant body that lay next to him, Huffing a slight, quiet laugh he gazed fondly at the mess of hair that splayed out against the white of the pillow. It was you, with some stuffed bear from childhood you just can’t get rid of tucked away in your right arm and your left arm wrapped around his waist as you slept peacefully through the pitter-patter of the rain above him. 

He felt the involuntary wave of affection flow down his back, seeping into the scars that marred his skin and seeping down, down into his bones. Gently he reached over and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear so he could gaze at your sleeping face undisturbed. He moved his hand, rough and calloused from years of training and fighting, and stroked the soft skin of the plush of your cheeks.

So soft.

Despite being significantly stronger than his smaller bunkmate as he liked to call you, Kakashi decided to return to where he was before, underneath the sheets and in your unrelenting arm. Now that he had returned to the position where he once was he felt the warmth seep back into his body, sighing sweetly as he admired the sleeping face next to him. He found himself, recounting the small details of their romance, how they met in the summer at a farmers market, and you buying large, sweet apples that you had offered to him after locking eyes. He didn’t need to think hard to remember what you had worn that day too, he recounted sweetly, a peachy sundress that landed at your knees and showed the soft skin of an unblemished, sloping neck. Or when you had met his ninja hounds for the first time, how you cooed and coddled all of them, especially Bull, the largest dog reduced to a panting tail-wagging puppy under your pets, and kisses to his short, dark snout.

So cute.

 Kakashi, brought out his musing when he felt a familiar small hand gripped at his dark shirt, tugging him closer. Looking down he smiled at the sight of you, with your bear pulled tightly into your chest and cheek now pressing against his shoulder. Nuzzling into the strong muscle of his bicep, he chuckled softly before raising his arm and wrapping it around your sleeping form. You let out a soft sigh and now nestled your head on his chest, smiling contentedly. He let his hand continue to make its way down the soft fuzz of your pajamas, simply losing himself in the comfort of the action.

So mine.

"Kakashi? Why are you awake?" he heard your sleepy voice ask. He hummed and scratched your scalp.

"Did I wake you up?" Huffing, you got up, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands.

 "You're deflecting. What woke you up?" you looked up at him, resting against your headboard with your fluffy pillows next to his head. He smiled down at you, the way his eyes crinkled telling you right away as he gently took in your features, sweetened from sleep and drowsiness. He turned to the window and eyed the heavy rain.

"The thunder woke me up." Was the simple answer from the silver-haired man. You pouted and rose up to meet him, nuzzling underneath his jaw, soft hair tickling his skin. He laughs quietly at your affection, it’s what endeared him the most to you - how sweetly you present the adoration in your heart to him as if serving him his favorite food on a plate. 

How could he not indulge?

“Hey, hey you’re worse than Bull when I summon him when you’re here.” Kakshi teases, voice still rough from his short-lived sleep and he’s rewarded by your faint, sleepy laugh. His hand comes to your head, fingers cradling through the strands to meet your scalp, and begins to massage. It is Kakashi’s turn to laugh at how you instantly slump against, head scratches and massages have always been your number one weakness - he does well to exploit it.

“You’re such a cheat,” you mumble, eyes blinking away sleep as you try to stay up to talk to him.

“Hm? Now, why would you say such a thing - what could I possibly be cheating at?” He asks, voice light as he puts more pressure on the back of your head and laughs when you moan softly at the feeling.

“Cuz - I’m trying to make you feel better and you’re distracting me with head massages.” You pout, eyes now closed and cheek to his chest as he watches you, eyes crinkled in amusement to the point he wonders if you are the sole reason why he’ll get crow’s feet later in life.

“This is making me feel better - besides, is it really cheating if you know what it is I’m doing?”

“Ugh, quit trying to play games with me - you just admitted something is wrong by the way.” You point out and he shakes his head in bubbly amusement. Only you can make him so honest to the point he didn’t even notice himself.

“Guess spending your time with a shinobi is making you smarter after all, huh?” Kakashi teases, voice light to try to throw you off in some last-ditch effort to keep you off the trail. Your face is buried into his neck, and you press soft little kisses to the skin - it’s one of the rare nights where he wears a looser shirt than he usually does and you do your best to take advantage of it.

“Maybe hanging around a civilian like me has made you dumber.” You counter back, it makes him laugh a little hollowly at your jab.

“I just had a nightmare that night, in Kiri.” Is all he says and you know what he is speaking of - that night of horror that haunts him all too well and you find yourself knowing there isn’t much you can do to cure him of such an ailment. If you could, you would endure the horror to keep Kakashi from suffering such a dark turn of fate.

“You should have just told me,” You mutter, reaching up to play with his hair in turn knowing it was just as much his weakness as your own. He hums, leaning back down and letting his hand fall from your head to rest at the apex of your shoulders.

“It would have just worried you.” He says, letting one dark eye close shut at your gentle ministrations on his scalp similar to his. 

“I worry about you regardless - you’re kind of stupid in case you haven’t noticed.” You scoff that takes a tired laugh straight from his chest. Yes, he supposes he is a little stupid at times especially when it concerns you.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” He says, voice soft and lidded with distractions as he lets you maneuver him as you like. Where before he was on top, now you were and you pushed his face into your chest until his ear was pressed to where it is your heart rested and beats. In the past such a position made him break out into a fever-like flush and while Kakashi likes to pretend he is cool in the head, even after all this time he still isn’t immune to how you press him so close to the soft curves of your body like he was born for you.

“There is nothing I could do to change the past for you, no matter how much I wish I could. But sleep easy tonight, now I am here and my heart beats for you Kakashi. Let’s go back to bed.” You profess, claim, and speak so softly - it’s almost as if each word you speak was so lovingly crafted for his ears alone he only nods and lets you hold him tight against you. Kakashi on some level feels a bit bad for your childhood stuffed bear - it seems he has replaced it. He lets an arm come to wrap around your waist, just as yours was earlier in the night.

“Will you be here when I wake up? This isn’t some dream?” Kakashi asks into the softness of your body and you wonder if he can hear how your heart breaks at such a question. You do well to keep your voice steady, suffering is like his mother - it has been there at every milestone, holding his hand and waiting for him at home.

You hope to one day replace the suffering with your presence and give Kakashi the true happiness he deserves.

“Yes, I will be here - for as long as you want me to be.” You reassure, letting your hand scratch and rub different patterns into his hair to make him sleepy enough to shut his eyes.

“Sounds like a nice dream.” He confesses voice heavy with the sleep you brought to him using comfort and loving words. Even as the thunder claps and lightning forks through the sky, there you stay just like you said you would.

A faint clap of thunder,

Even if rain comes or not,

I will stay here,

Together with you.

[ayaclub]

peach fuzz cake ☆ peachy stimboard

note: it was very difficult trying to find peach gifs :<

[pleasereadmeok]

🍑Matthew Goode🍑

I've given him a nice peachy background to go with the strokable peach fuzz hair cut 🍑

More pictures from this 2008 photoshoot -

📷 Roberto Chamorro

[therantingsage]

Accidentally deleted this oops. Extension of the previous Dream Island group shot to include the four new guys!!

New guys from right to left:

Big fluffy one covered in crystals, the Sunset Quartz Queen! Probably just gets called Sunset for short. Soft-spoken and meditative, but also fundamentally an upper-class woman with the moral pitfalls that come with that. On the kinder end of that spectrum, but definitely critical when she thinks her time is being wasted.

Littler fluffy thing, her daughter! Probably just gets called Princess. High-energy and outgoing. Probably like. Nine or something. Too young to have any of the crystals yet, but they'll grow in eventually~

Brown bird-thing Princess is on, GG! Autonomous construct made of wood and covered in a peachy fuzz. Currently loyal to Sunset, and acting as Princess's babysitter. Fully mute, but very expressive.

Aaaaand the gloomy grey cat in the corner, Isaac! Immoral scientist who has no interest in being social with the rest of the group. Probably could be tempted with curiosities to come out and hang with the rest of them, but Erin is terrified of him so it's not usually welcome.

[supercap2319]

Klaus gives Kol a wedgie teasing Y/a with his bare butt cheeks.

Y/N didn't understand the Mikaelson siblings did most of the time. And he certainly has no idea why Klaus was giving Kol a wedgie, pulling his underwear so far up his ass, that his butt cheeks were exposed for him. White and pulm like a peach as Y/N had the strangest urge to go and bite that peachy fuzz. Klaus must have known it too because he smiled victoriously. "There, Luv. Isn't that a pretty sight?"

[moocha-muses]

Here's another one! This year's warm up. I stole the prompt, peach girls, from The Blind Assassin.

"She bruises just like a peach." That's supposed to be just an expression, but it's true about Jack Burton's wife. She bruises like a peach. We've all seen it. All he has to is stroke her cheek or gently bump her shoulder, and her skin explodes in purples and browns and reddish yellows, like breaking out in a rash. He has to be very gentle with her. When she was pregnant with their daughters her belly was a kaleidoscope of color. It swelled around those girls like peach flesh around a pit. She looked like a peach, all that summer. Like a big fat peach with legs and arms and a head sticking out. Bruises like little tiny footprints, drawn in reverse. She must have been an even bigger mess down around her hips and her cunt, but those weren't places the neighbors saw. After the twins were born he was afraid to even touch her. He barely touches her and she can feel the empty space inside where her stone was. Empty. Hollowed. Hallowed. A cathedral of ripened, rotting flesh. He stopped touching her, but- I can fit my whole fist inside of her. My entire face. The second I touch her she's desperate. Dripping. Juicy. Sweet. She goes home covered in purple smears the exact size and the shape of my hands. He can't eat bruised fruit. He does what you do with fruit. He takes a knife and he carves out the bruises. He carves until there's nothing left. Just a pile of peel. Jack moves away with his two daughters. (They have hair like peach fuzz and soft, peachy cheeks.) Nothing lives in his old house, but now there's peach tree growing up out of the backyard. I wait. I'm a good, patient neighbor. I wait for the peaches to fall to the ground before I climb the fence. And I fill my mouth with soft, bruised fruit.

[aviel0v3]

[dollielicious]

Sunday reset: a how to 🧖🏽‍♀️

I just wanna say that whoever coined the idea of a Sunday reset is a genius! It’s the perfect way to end/start a week on the right foot, and it’s extremely beneficial! here’s a checklist that I like to use:

Skin

steam your face: I just let my steamer run until there’s no more water left but you can steam for as long as you like

face mask/extractions: I use some kind of pore cleansing mask and if needed I’ll use a pore strip to get rid of pesky blackheads

derma planeing: use a small face razor to get rid of peach fuzz, this helps with acne and makes makeup sit smoother!

moisture: after all this do your skincare routine as you normally would and moisturize really well

lips: buy or make a diy lip scrub (coconut oil&sugar works for me) and apply some vaseline or aquaphor to your lips afterwards

Body

exfoliating: I don’t own a dry brush so I use exfoliating scrubs and my sapo to keep my skin baby soft

body hair: (shave only if you want to) I like to use the eos shaving cream, I have really irritable skin and this product hasn’t given me any problems! Use a razor with at least 5 blades and be gentle, always exfoliate first to soften the hairs

body oil/lotion: lotion up your whole body, I recommend cocoa butter or shea butter if you’re melanated since they’re better for our skin. Then top it off with body oil, I use one with essential oils and then one with glitter in it from b&bw

etcetera: I don’t own a body gua sha and I don’t really tan so I won’t be giving tips on those, sorry!

Nails

trim cuticles: Reminder to be careful when doing this! If not you can slice your finger and cause bleeding so be gentle. Clean up your cuticles by evening then out and get rid of any hangnails

buff/file: Use a buffer to even out the tops of your nails, and a file to shape them however you want 💅🏽

cuticle oil/nail strengthener: apply cuticle oil to the nail bed and nail strengthener. If you have weak nails like me this will help a lot in the long run, and if you have trouble with biting your nails there are products you can buy that will help with that

manicure/pedicure: If you really want to feel like that girl, go get your nails done! Or do them yourself, like I do! Get them all cutesy and sparkly or however you want!

Hair

massage your scalp: I have one of those scalp massagers so while I’m washing my hair I use that to help get the shampoo/conditioner really in there. It’s also a great way to stimulate hair growth and cleanliness

apply glycolic acid to scalp: I get my glycolic acid from ulta in the big ordinary one, it helps with a flaky/ dry scalp and soo much more. I basically use it for my whole body.

oiling your hair: There are tons of different hair oils, I use the ones from Mielle specifically the rosemary one. Whatever problems you have you can find the solution with hair oils.

hair masks: I do one every 2 months or just between protective hair styles. You want to get your hair nice and wet and apply it everywhere. On your scalp to your ends and wash it out thoroughly after about 20 minutes or however long it requires

heat protectant: If you’re going to put heat to your hair, use a specific shampoo and conditioner before to help make it easier (ogx has some good ones) and put heat protectant products in your hair. Nobody wants heat damage!

Lash/brows

brows: I get my eyebrows threaded once a month, 2x if needed because my eyebrows get really long and messy sometimes. Before you go in, have a set shape in mind, try and follow the natural shape of your eyebrows. Dear peachie and channels like that are great for finding one kind of shape suits your face for better facial harmony!

lashes: I only just started wearing falsies so I can’t tell you too much. Just make sure to keep your natural eyelashes clean, and moisturized. Use castor oil, vaseline, or coconut oil (or all 3!) on them to keep them thick and healthy. While wearing fake ones keep them clean and don’t leave them in for too long!

That’s it! It may seem like a whole lot, but your body will thank you for taking extra time to really care for it. Don’t forget to properly hydrate and eat lots of fruits and vegetables. Your body is the only one you have, so keep it healthy!

xoxo!

[x3no9]

Soap x Ghost, post mission. A quick speed-fic I wrote this morning. Unpolished, raw thoughts running. My other stuff is on AO3 as this one may disappear here if ya catch what I am saying. ;)

Reblog if you want but please do NOT use this without giving me credit. It is mine.

MATURE READERS

"Riding with my Mate"

By x3no9

Soap listened to "Closer" on repeat while riding in the Hummer with Ghost post-mission. 

Ghost: "You sure love this song, don't ya?" 

Soap: "Ya, mate I do. It speaks to me." 

Ghost: "You mean the bit about *puts up quotey marks with gloved fingers​* fuckin you like an animal?"

Soap: "Oh fuck, yes please."

Ghost: "Come again, boyo?" 

Soap: "Yes SIR." 

Soap pulls over, it's night time on the outskirts of the city.

Ghost: "Something come up, Johnny?"  *clueless, because they haven't fully given into the idea that they want one another*

Soap hums softly in his throat as he climbs into Ghost's lap, squeezing his thigh as he does it. 

"Whoa, boy, what's this then?" Ghost's hands are up in surrender, he is sweating mentally a little in his mask. ​

Soap plants kisses all over his mask, taking some of the soft material between his teeth and tugging like a playful pup. 

Ghost finally lets his hands down and starts massaging Soap's muscular back, where his armored vest doesn't cover it. The impressive, tense muscles yield to his curious fingertips. Soap pulls the mask down from Ghost's mouth and traces his peachy lips with a gloved thumb. 

"So fuckin tasty, Si." Soap tells him with a knowing smirk, before planting a hard, moist kiss on him. He pulls back, sucking on Ghost's lower lip. 

Ghost can't stop himself, he grabs Soap's ass roughly, palming, squeezing and shaking the firm, ample globes. Soap doesn't warn him, he reaches down and reclines the seat too fast, they fall back. "Closer" starts up again and Ghost kicks the radio off with a heavy boot and grabs Soap with a growl, they tumble and wrestle into the large back seat, biting and pulling at one another. 

Soap starts tearing everything off; Velcro ripping and peeling, snaps snapping, buttons popping off, zippers running down, getting jammed with haste. Ghost cups Soap's naked, bulging pecs in his large leather-clad palms, pressing his half-masked face between them and then alternating between biting and kissing each one. The light layer of dark fuzz that Soap grew on his chest tickles his tongue as he laps at him. 

Soap moans very softly in his throat, careful not to sound desperate, but he certainly is. Ghost isn't going to strip, there isn't enough time, his need is too great. A lone vehicle speeds by, they don't give a shit. Ghost yanks Soap's pants down over his hips, down his thighs, Soap accommodates him in his mission, popping his ass up. The pants are around his ankles just above his boots, Ghost wants to get between his thighs but fuck, he can't. The damn pants around Soap's ankles. 

"Fuckin hell." Ghost mutters as he roughly flips Soap over on to his hands and knees. Soaps lets a small excited laugh escape as Ghost tosses him around a bit, he allows it. With a grunt, Ghost pulls Soap's delectable bubble ass up closer to him. He unzips, pulls his throbbing, swollen need out with a gloved hand, spits several times and sighs as he works his cock over a little.

Soap is there, in front of him, slightly fuzzy ass up in the air and eager. Ghost presses a large gloved thumb against his crack, moving his one cheek away a little. Too dark to see well, he spits in the right direction and shoves his finger in, spitting and pressing in until the lovely, snug hole gives way just enough.

Soap bites on his fist as Ghost presses the enormous head of his desperate cock in through the tight gate. Small, bursting thrusts and he is home, leaning down and spitting every now and again, he is rolling his hips, fucking Soap hard. Soap moans and coos, bites at the hard leather seat under him. He feels Ghost's rough hands gripping him by the haunches, driving in and exhaling hard through his slender nose. 

Ghost feels his knees get all rubbery, his thighs tingle, he is getting close. Soap moans more against tightly sealed, full lips, then Ghost taps his prostate, gently at first, then as he drives in deeper, he smashes into it. 

Soap can't hide any more, he comes out moaning and panting. Muttering worshipping praises at the novel sensation of Ghost's cock plumbing him deeply. He reaches blindly to hold on to anything at all, something to squeeze, something to get his tension out on. The pressure in his love canal is powerful, Ghost is merciless. Soap wants to jerk off but Ghost won't let him, he stops him with a firm, gloved grasp around the wrist.

Soap whimpers in protest and desperation. Ghost leans down, pressing his rigid, rough gear against Soap's bare back, he pulls him up around the front of his throat a little. "Shh." He whispers into Soap's ear. His breath is warm, but not hot, and minty with a hint of cigarette smoke. 

All Soap can do is pant, "Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy." Ghost tells him as he plants a kiss somewhere near his ear then leans up and spanks him a few times. 

He slows down and Soap feels Ghost's cock pulsing against his used rim, then he feels the hot liquid inside him. Both panting, Ghost pulls Soap up and holds him tight. They lock eyes, crystal light blue meets burning dark sapphires. 

He wraps his hand around Soap's dripping dick and slides his palm over it deliciously, slowly, tightly, he jerks him off as he drives inside. Soap's mouth drops a little, tongue visible and touching his front teeth, he climaxes, rolling his hips in unison with Ghost's.

Panting, laughing breathlessly and quietly, he let's Ghost finish, Ghost continues to stroke Soap's spent cock for a few extra minutes, giving him every ounce of pleasure possible. 

"I fuckin love you, mate." Soap pants.

"You too, luv." Ghost tells him and they kiss hard for a few minutes.