#Swap cod

[i-give-u--art]

Context?

zombie swap!Soap

:0

@superstxrsworld

[bluegiragi]

pull yourself together.

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[toshidou]

previously on "toshidou's horny rambles":

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

your jaw is aching, just barely able to feel simon's fingers as they curl around a fistful of your hair, the other hand pinching either side of your face between his thumb and forefinger to watch how your lips purse around the girth of his cock. lidded, darkened eyes staring down at you as he fucks lazily into your mouth; the slick sound of spit accompanied by the slap of his balls against your chin, wet with your saliva and precum.

and if that wasn't overstimulating in of itself, thick, strong fingers indent into the flesh of your hips, followed by the aching thud of könig's sharp hips jackhammering into the soft flesh of your ass, a cacophony of lewd, debauched sounds that shouldn't make you nearly as wet as they do.

you have little choice but to focus on trying to stay balanced on your hands and knees and take it, every forceful thrust, every notch of ghost's tip against the back of your throat, every delirium inducing drag of könig's cock, so thick it has no choice but to stimulate every nerve ending your poor cunt has to offer.

there is no holding back, no small mercies, you're fucked to within an inch of your life, pushed through so many orgasms you barely remember what year it is, unable to think of anything other than the two men that bookend your trembling body.

by the time their hips both stutter to a stop, once their cum dribbles down in flithy rivulets from your aching holes, plump flesh littered with bite marks, bruises and handprints; you're just lucid enough to make out the two men as they tower above you, twin sets of irises engulfed in black, still hungry, still not satiated.

it's fair to say you may have "voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir"ed a little too close to the sun.

[transmascsimonriley]

Au where Simon died instead of Tommy

(this is from november last year I just forgot to post this here)

[eyelambspider]

𝟎𝟓. 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐩 || 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 "𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 (𝐅𝐞𝐦. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Day five of Kink/Creeptober! Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

Link to the Male!reader Version!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : john "soap" mactavish x fem!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : A mission out in the desert makes anyone thirsty, and your guide offers you and soap a drink made by the locals. The night only gets 'better' when you both wake up in each others bodies... sticking together in the same bed so neither of you does any 'unwanted' exploring. ��𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.2 k 𝐚/𝐧 : yo! if y'all want any other versions plz request and I'll try my best! love y'all 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : body swap! smut (towards the end) grinding/dry humping, handjobs, kissing, pinning, accidentally turning each other on

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐒. The only shade came from the thin mesh that hung loosely over the trucks roof. The sun relentlessly beaming down on the tops of the TaskForce members' heads.

You, Soap, Gaz and Ghost were sitting in the bed of the truck, swaying with every bounce over the rough terrain. Everyone's gun was hanging loosely in their laps, eyes closed, trying their best not to pass out from the heat.

Price-the lucky bastard-got to sit in the front with the locals, telling them where to go and which turns to take.

You groaned softly, a sound that caught everyone's attention over the roar of the engine. It was too fucking hot out. It felt like your blood was beginning to simmer under your skin. Face flushed, the tops of your shoulders beginning to burn, and the heat making your head start to throb.

"Try not to pass out on us," Soap nudged you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder much to your dismay. He was just as sweaty as you were, and too warm against your side.

You cracked an eye open to glance at him; A thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin, and a fine red sunburn running over the bridge of his nose. The sight made you laugh dryly, "You're gonna fucking feel that in the morning."

"Here," Gaz offered, sitting across from you and Soap, next to Ghost. He opened a canteen and drank a bit of water, handing it to Ghost first.

The water was a fucking relief to everyone. You could even feel the heat rolling off of Soap's body next to you. It was disgusting—and a miracle that he wasn't on the verge of fainting...

He still had that handsome grin on his face.

Soap pulled his arm off you and reached across for the water, until a cool hand tapped your shoulder.

"This will help better than the water."

A pair of dull green eyes peered back at you, holding out a little black bottle that couldn't have been any bigger than your palm. Before you could kindly decline the old woman, she nudged it into your hands. Her bone-thin fingers shockingly cold against yours.

"Drink," she whispered with a kind, broken smile.

You were too nice to decline... and too dehydrated to care about possible repercussions. It was a nice gesture anyway.

First, you subtly smelled the strange drink, bringing it close to your lips. It was odorless. A complete mystery before you pressed the cool rim of the glass to your cracked lips.

The liquid was cold, as if it was taken right off a glacier. You only managed a kind sip, enough to please the woman and not take the whole thing. The rose-flavored water leaving a sticky residue in your throat as you swallowed it.

A cool shudder prickled up your spine, crawling over your shoulders and leaving goosebumps.

It... It didn't feel like you were sweating anymore suddenly.

The woman cracked an even wider grin, the deep crows feet near her eyes crinkling with pride. "You," her eyes trailed over to Soap, "Drink."

Soap however tried to deny her, holding his hands up in protest before she repeated herself.

"Drink."

Soap sighed and grabbed the bottle next. He didn't hesitate and tipped the glass back. The same surprised look on his face when he swallowed it. Sitting right next to you, you could feel his muscles momentarily tense.

When the woman turned her impish grin towards Gaz and Ghost, both men shook their hands. "We're good ma'am," Ghost raised the water canteen in a silent gesture of thanks for her offer.

The rest of the ride went on much the same for the next hour. By the time the truck had arrived to the small safehouse, it was already dark out. Night had descended like a cold veil, freezing the sweat to your skin. The heat had died in a blink, rendering the dark sands of the desert into a barren tundra.

Everyone grabbed their things and hopped off, ready for a goodnights rest.

Rooms were split much like how the truck was. Price, in his own room, Ghost and Gaz bunking together... That left you with Soap again.

That night, sleep was difficult.

Nightmares swam across your vision. Faces and laughter from a place you could never quite see, and a searing heat began to consume you. As if the sun itself was trying to swallow you.

With a jolt, you were awake. Panting and sweating coldly against your blankets. Had you been... thrashing in your sleep?

When was the last time you dreamed like that? Fucking weird.

You sat up in the single bed with a groan, head throbbing so hard you could feel the pulse in your temples. Getting out of bed, you padded over to the small bathroom, flicking the light on.

Did you really get sunburnt that bad—...ly?

Your eyes trailed over to the figure in the mirror, icy terror making you momentarily freeze when you realized it wasn't your reflection staring back.

"JESUS FUCKIN—!" Before the scream could fully come out of your lips, you had stumbled back against the doorframe, knocking the air of your lungs.

The mirror! The fucking mirror!

Then, like straight out of a horror movie, your body appeared next to you. "Hey, what's..." your voice echoed back to you before stopping and going pale. As if you'd seen a ghost.

What the fuck was going on?!

John "Soap" Fucking MacTavish was in your body, and you were in his. A cold chill ran up your spine at the mere thought.

The two of you had collected yourself from the terror just enough to keep from waking everyone else up. But all you could do was stare at yourself with a sick feeling in your stomach, god you barely even wanted to touch your face. Too afraid to touch the stubble on his jaw again. The first time you had done it just made the situation all too real.

"This is..." Soap trailed off, glancing down at his feet and up his new chest curiously, "fucking weird," he whispered before you saw him try to bring his hands up to touch.

"Cut that out!" you scolded, smacking his hands away. A fiery blush begin to crawl up your neck. "Stop-Stop fucking touching!"

"What? Okay! I'm sorry!" he held his hands up defensively.

It was so strange to watch your own face blush. The smooth complexion of your skin heating up with embarrassment, the tips of your ears burning.

You sighed, turning your eyes away letting your hands rest on your legs. Trying to wring out the nerves from your fingertips.

. . .

Your hands rested on... Soap's legs? His thighs? The thought was immediately halted, and you were suddenly aware of just how fucking strong his legs felt under your hands. Soap's hands? You turned your palms towards your eyes, blushing hard when you realized just how rough and masculine they looked up close.

The same hands that you watched squeeze triggers.

"Like what you see?" Soap teased, his voice abruptly pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Shut up," you retorted quietly. God, you could only stand to look at him (in your body) for a few moments. The vision of you in your shirt and shorts a bit too... freaky. Was this just going to go away eventually? Or was this just all a weird hallucination?

"What are we going to do?" you asked quietly.

"Fuck if I know," he shrugged before he unintentionally reached for your waistband. The act natural for Soap whenever he thought, but seeing him do it while he was in your body made you panic.

"Fuck, I said stop that—!" you whispered harshly, wrenching his hands away before he could get another feel.

The moment your rough hands grabbed his wrists and pulled them up. Soap's new body reacted hastily, a surprised moan slipping from his lips. A sound that made you both freeze where you stood.

"Soap," you breathed out shakily, still pinning his hands above his head, squeezing a bit too tightly. Both of your faces flushed a deep hue under the darkness of the room.

Looking down at him like that—seeing your face all blushed and tilted slightly up to look at you. Soap's body reacted, a sharp flush of need shooting straight towards your groin. The new flood of arousal made your heart skip a beat.

Did... Soap's body get turned on when he saw you like this?

The image made you visibly jolt, letting go of his wrists in a flash and stepping back. Offering a small "sorry" in apology.

There was a moment of silence before he finally breathed out and glanced up at you again. "I won't do anymore exploring," he started.

"How the hell am I supposed to know that?"

"Well, how am I supposed to know that you don't start putting your hands all over me?" He defended, leaving you both in a dead stalemate.

It left only one option: Sharing a bed. At least until the morning came and you two could figure this out, or let it pass.

The two of you were watching each other, unsure of what to say, laying on your sides facing each other. Hands respectfully where each of you could see them.

What was there to say? With Soap staring at you through your eyes, it made your body react with another jolt of heat.

"Fuck," you murmured, finally rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

"What?" he asked skeptically, his eyes still on you.

It was embarrassing to admit, it felt like-like a violation of some kind. "You're..." you swallowed, a bit unsure of how to say it. "Every time I look at you- You're body gets..." you trailed off, heat searing into the tips of your ears.

Soap's body was rock hard. Acutely aware of the heat of him laying next to you, the way he breathed softly. Itching to just reach out. And god, all those thoughts made blood rush straight to his-

You heard his breath hitch, and he stayed quiet for a moment. A secret that seemed to have fucking slipped right out of his control. "Well-It's a natural thing," he defended, shuffling uncomfortably next to you.

You glanced over, his hands next to him, trying not to feel your body like you'd hoped.

And he was still gauging your reactions, gritting his teeth lightly in the comfort of the dark room.

"I..." he sighed long and hard before he rolled over and pressed against your side boldly. "I can't help it," he admitted, grabbing onto your arm, gently coaxing you to look at him.

"You're really fucking sexy," he murmured, "its, not just about your body either," he added.

"And I think you feel the same."

The statement caught you equally off guard.

What did he mean? Was he-?

"You're wet. I can feel it."

You're breath caught in your throat as you peered down at him through the darkness. Your bodies so close that you could feel the heat beginning to build between the sheets.

Soaps eyes flickered down to your lips, before his hand reached out to touch the broad expanse of your new chest. His nerves melting away into a playful grin that you'd know anywhere. Even if he was in your body. "Feels good." he teased, easing the tension between both of you.

You shifted onto your side, hesitantly hovering your hand over his hip, pulling him closer.

Slowly, his lips pressed to yours. Each of your bodies reacting to the new sensation that they had been craving. Your hand flexed and squeezed his hip more firmly, slowly beginning to drown in desire.

Soap's hand slithered down between the two of you, his fingers skimming over the sweats he had worn to bed, a small smirk playing on his lips as he felt just how hard his cock was.

It wasn't unusual for him to go to bed 'thinking' of you. And now here you both were: sharing a room, in each other's bodies, kissing each other tentatively, as if neither could believe this was real.

His leg lifted slowly, allowing your hips to jut forward and press your bodies together. The new friction making you both break away from the kiss in a pant.

"Fuck, that feels good," Soap admitted, his face stained with lust.

It only spurred you on more, precum beginning to leak as you grinded forward into him. The tip of your cock brushing against his core. The feeling could only be described as a searing heaven.

"Soap," you whispered, almost needily, the low gravelly sound of his own voice made him shiver beside you.

The reaction made you roll on top of him with a quickness that surprised both of you. Hovering over him, his body silhouetted in the soft moonlight. Your hearts raced, seeing each of your bodies from a new light that was both thrilling, and a little terrifying.

But one look at each other, and it was clear neither of you really wanted to stop.

[askuemki]

Outfit swap with two lovelies

[vio-demon]

Ordering a Cornell on KFC in honor of our Cornell König 🫡

[vasyandii]

Outfit Swap

"Kneepads? Are you afraid of hurting your little legs?"

"They just feel comfortable."

"Uh huh.."

"Your gear is so itchy.. especially the scrim net."

"You get used to it."

[applbottmjeens]

STYLE SWAP

inspired by the homie @sleepyconfusedpotato

ft. the couple that will NEVER beat those sugar daddy allegations

I've mentioned before that Anna has a very girly aesthetic off duty (went for y2k bimbocore for funsies on this one) that contrasts with her overall F E R A L personality and I'm glad I got to finally show off how different she and Phillip are. Guy is literally in the Caucasian dad drip while his girl is dressed like Cady Heron 2004

this was so fun to do, and you can see the HD and some other versions here for free on my Patreon. ♡

I wonder what I'm gonna draw these two doing next...

[welldonekhushi]

"As long as there is war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs." — Cartel Papi

Click for better quality!

Okay so I finally created more on Cartel Pa— I mean *head bonks myself* the El Sin Nombre!Alejandro. And at the part when he was being interrogated by the 141 along with Colonel Valeria Garza from the Mexican Special Forces, to know where the hidden missiles are.

I have two variants of this drawing for y'all; one with the tactical armor and second without it. Enjoy, mis vaqueros 🤌🏻

[i-give-u--art]

FINALY FINISHED THE DESIGN FOR SWAP!SOAP

Meet lieutenant Tarnish :3

All his fam is dead :D

And soon his boyfriend will be too bc I’m allergic to happiness >3<

He needs some brown contacts 👁️👄👁️

:3

@superstxrsworld ;)

SWAP!AU MASTERPOST

[mr-1-2-3-4]

LoveHurt and Jackrabbit art- @tw1nkee28

[itsagrimm]

König: I need beer. Soap: Woah buddy, I get it but you have guard in half an hour. Cool it. König: I need 500 ml beer, 450 gr flour, bit of salt and some herbs or spices. Soap: And then? König: And then I need a bowl to mix it all and let it rest before baking it for 30-45 min at around 180°C. Soap: And then what? What is this? König: Bread. König: Of course it is bread. What do you think the purpose of this is? Soap: Fucking germans.

[evilfrogcereal29]

Bodyswap hc & fics are so underrated wtf.

I NEED WRITE SOME COD BODYSWAP SOMETHINGS, I GOTTA

[eyelambspider]

𝟎𝟓. 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐩 || 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 "𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 (𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Day Five of Kink/Creeptober! Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

Link to the Female!Reader Version!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : john "soap" mactavish x male!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : A mission out in the desert makes anyone thirsty, and your guide offers you and soap a drink made by the locals. The night only gets 'better' when you both wake up in each others bodies... sticking together in the same bed so neither of you does any 'unwanted' exploring. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.2 k 𝐚/𝐧 : yo! if y'all want any other versions plz request and I'll try my best! love y'all 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : body swap! smut (towards the end) grinding/dry humping, handjobs, kissing, pinning, accidentally turning each other on

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐒. The only shade came from the thin mesh that hung loosely over the trucks roof. The sun relentlessly beaming down on the tops of the TaskForce members' heads.

You, Soap, Gaz and Ghost were sitting in the bed of the truck, swaying with every bounce over the rough terrain. Everyone's gun was hanging loosely in their laps, eyes closed, trying their best not to pass out from the heat.

Price-the lucky bastard-got to sit in the front with the locals, telling them where to go and which turns to take.

You groaned softly, a sound that caught everyone's attention over the roar of the engine. It was too fucking hot out. It felt like your blood was beginning to simmer under your skin. Face flushed, the tops of your shoulders beginning to burn, and the heat making your head start to throb.

"Try not to pass out on us," Soap nudged you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder much to your dismay. He was just as sweaty as you were, and too warm against your side.

You cracked an eye open to glance at him; A thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin, and a fine red sunburn running over the bridge of his nose. The sight made you laugh dryly, "You're gonna fucking feel that in the morning."

"Here," Gaz offered, sitting across from you and Soap, next to Ghost. He opened a canteen and drank a bit of water, handing it to Ghost first.

The water was a fucking relief to everyone. You could even feel the heat rolling off of Soap's body next to you. It was disgusting—and a miracle that he wasn't on the verge of fainting...

He still had that handsome grin on his face.

Soap pulled his arm off you and reached across for the water, until a cool hand tapped your shoulder.

"This will help better than the water."

A pair of dull green eyes peered back at you, holding out a little black bottle that couldn't have been any bigger than your palm. Before you could kindly decline the old woman, she nudged it into your hands. Her bone-thin fingers shockingly cold against yours.

"Drink," she whispered with a kind, broken smile.

You were too nice to decline... and too dehydrated to care about possible repercussions. It was a nice gesture anyway.

First, you subtly smelled the strange drink, bringing it close to your lips. It was odorless. A complete mystery before you pressed the cool rim of the glass to your cracked lips.

The liquid was cold, as if it was taken right off a glacier. You only managed a kind sip, enough to please the woman and not take the whole thing. The rose-flavored water leaving a sticky residue in your throat as you swallowed it.

A cool shudder prickled up your spine, crawling over your shoulders and leaving goosebumps.

It... It didn't feel like you were sweating anymore suddenly.

The woman cracked an even wider grin, the deep crows feet near her eyes crinkling with pride. "You," her eyes trailed over to Soap, "Drink."

Soap however tried to deny her, holding his hands up in protest before she repeated herself.

"Drink."

Soap sighed and grabbed the bottle next. He didn't hesitate and tipped the glass back. The same surprised look on his face when he swallowed it. Sitting right next to you, you could feel his muscles momentarily tense.

When the woman turned her impish grin towards Gaz and Ghost, both men shook their hands. "We're good ma'am," Ghost raised the water canteen in a silent gesture of thanks for the offer.

The rest of the ride went on much the same for the next hour. By the time the truck had arrived to the small safehouse, it was already dark out. Night had descended like a cold veil, freezing the sweat to your skin. The heat had died in a blink, rendering the dark sands of the desert into a barren tundra.

Everyone grabbed their things and hopped off, ready for a goodnights rest.

Rooms were split much like how the truck was. Price, in his own room, Ghost and Gaz bunking together... That left you with Soap again.

That night, sleep was difficult.

Nightmares swam across your vision. Faces and laughter from a place you could never quite see, and a searing heat began to consume you. As if the sun itself was trying to swallow you.

With a jolt, you were awake. Panting and sweating coldly against your blankets. Had you been... thrashing in your sleep?

When was the last time you dreamed like that? Fucking weird.

You sat up in the single bed with a groan, head throbbing so hard you could feel the pulse in your temples. Getting out of bed, you padded over to the small bathroom, flicking the light on.

Did you really get sunburnt that bad—...ly?

Your eyes trailed over to the figure in the mirror, icy terror making you momentarily freeze when you realized it wasn't your reflection staring back.

"JESUS FUCKIN—!" Before the scream could fully come out of your lips, you had stumbled back against the doorframe, knocking the air of your lungs.

The mirror! The fucking mirror!

Then, like straight out of a horror movie, your body appeared next to you. "Hey, what's..." your voice echoed back to you before stopping and going pale. As if you'd seen a ghost.

What the fuck was going on?!

John "Soap" Fucking MacTavish was in your body, and you were in his. A cold chill ran up your spine at the mere thought.

The two of you had collected yourself from the terror just enough to keep from waking everyone else up. But all you could do was stare at yourself with a sick feeling in your stomach, god you barely even wanted to touch your face. Too afraid to touch the stubble on his jaw again. The first time you had done it just made the situation all too real.

"This is..." Soap trailed off, glancing down at his feet and up his new chest curiously, "fucking weird," he whispered before you saw him try to bring his hands up to touch.

"Cut that out!" you scolded, smacking his hands away. A fiery blush begin to crawl up your neck. "Stop-Stop fucking touching!"

"What? Okay! I'm sorry!" he held his hands up defensively.

It was so strange to watch your own face blush. The smooth complexion of your skin heating up with embarrassment, the tips of your ears burning.

You sighed, turning your eyes away letting your hands rest on your legs. Trying to wring out the nerves from your fingertips.

. . .

Your hands rested on... Soap's legs? His thighs? The thought was immediately halted, and you were suddenly aware of just how fucking strong his legs felt under your hands. Soap's hands? You turned your palms towards your eyes, blushing hard when you realized just how rough and masculine they looked up close.

The same hands that you watched squeeze triggers.

"Like what you see?" Soap teased, his voice abruptly pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Shut up," you retorted quietly. God, you could only stand to look at him (in your body) for a few moments. The vision of you in your shirt and shorts a bit too... freaky. Was this just going to go away eventually? Or was this just all a weird hallucination?

"What are we going to do?" you asked quietly.

"Fuck if I know," he shrugged before he unintentionally reached for your waistband. The act natural for Soap whenever he thought, but seeing him do it while he was in your body made you panic.

"Fuck, I said stop that—!" you whispered harshly, wrenching his hands away before he could get another feel.

The moment your rough hands grabbed his wrists and pulled them up. Soap's new body reacted hastily, a surprised moan slipping from his lips. A sound that made you both freeze where you stood.

"Soap," you breathed out shakily, still pinning his hands above his head, squeezing a bit too tightly. Both of your faces flushed a deep hue under the darkness of the room.

Looking down at him like that—seeing your face all blushed and tilted slightly up to look at you. Soap's body reacted, a sharp flush of need shooting straight towards your groin. The new flood of arousal made your heart skip a beat.

Did... Soap's body get turned on when he saw you like this?

The image made you visibly jolt, letting go of his wrists in a flash and stepping back. Offering a small "sorry" in apology.

There was a moment of silence before he finally breathed out and glanced up at you again. "I won't do anymore exploring," he started.

"How the hell am I supposed to know that?"

"Well, how am I supposed to know that you don't start putting your hands all over me?" He defended, leaving you both in a dead stalemate.

It left only one option: Sharing a bed. At least until the morning came and you two could figure this out, or let it pass.

The two of you were watching each other, unsure of what to say, laying on your sides facing each other. Hands respectfully where each of you could see them.

What was there to say? With Soap staring at you through your eyes, it made your body react with another jolt of heat.

"Fuck," you murmured, finally rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

"What?" he asked skeptically, his eyes still on you.

It was embarrassing to admit, it felt like-like a violation of some kind. "You're..." you swallowed, a bit unsure of how to say it. "Every time I look at you- You're body gets..." you trailed off, heat searing into the tips of your ears.

Soap's body was rock hard. Acutely aware of the heat next to you, the way he breathed softly. Itching to just reach out. And god, all those thoughts made blood rush straight to his-

You heard his breath hitch, and he stayed quiet for a moment. A secret that seemed to have fucking slipped right out of his control. "Well-It's a natural thing," he defended, shuffling uncomfortably next to you.

You glanced over, his hands next to him, trying not to feel your body like you'd hoped.

And he was still gauging your reactions, gritting his teeth lightly in the comfort of the dark room.

"I..." he sighed long and hard before he rolled over and pressed against your side boldly. "I can't help it," he admitted, grabbing onto your arm, gently coaxing you to look at him.

"You're really fucking sexy," he murmured, "its, not just about your body either," he added.

"And I think you feel the same."

The statement caught you equally off guard.

What did he mean? Was he-?

"You're hard. I can feel it."

You're breath caught in your throat as you peered down at him through the darkness. Your bodies so close that you could feel the heat beginning to build between the sheets.

Soaps eyes flickered down to your lips, before his hand reached out to touch your chest. His nerves melting away into a playful grin that you'd know anywhere. Even if he was in your body. "My chest feels good." he teased, easing the tension between both of you.

You shifted onto your side, hesitantly hovering your hand over his hip, pulling him closer.

Slowly, his lips pressed to yours. Each of your bodies reacting to the new sensation that they had been craving. Your hand flexed and squeezed his hip more firmly, slowly beginning to drown in desire.

Soap's hand slithered down between the two of you, his fingers skimming over the sweats he had worn to bed, a small smirk playing on his lips as he felt just how hard his cock was.

It wasn't unusual for him to go to bed 'thinking' of you. And now here you both were: sharing a room, in each other's bodies, kissing each other tentatively, as if neither could believe this was real.

His leg lifted slowly, allowing your hips to jut forward and press your bodies together. The new friction making you both break away from the kiss in a pant.

"Fuck, that feels good," Soap admitted, his face stained with lust.

It only spurred you on more, precum beginning to leak as you grinded forward into him. The tip of your cock brushing against his. The feeling could only be described as a searing heaven.

"Soap," you whispered, almost needily, the low gravelly sound of his own voice made him shiver beside you.

The reaction made you roll on top of him with a quickness that surprised both of you. Hovering over him, his body silhouetted in the soft moonlight. Your hearts raced, seeing each of your bodies from a new light that was both thrilling, and a little terrifying.

But one look at each other, and it was clear neither of you really wanted to stop.

[liamthemailman]

Wow, okay, rude.