rip-cod-brainrot
rip-cod-brainrot
I've got that COD Brainrot
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28/fCurrently caught up on the MW Reboot series, and completely out of the loop on the rest tbqh but OH WELL! Header image and pfp were both drawn by me <3
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMAeoCd2E/ idk but if you tell me this isn’t soap coded you’re LYING
Party!reader this, party!reader that, let’s talk about partyanimal!Soap.
The man just loves a good party, from the bar, to the club, to the kickback, to the “small” friend dinner. Johnny Mactavish is going to have a good time, doesn’t matter what genre of music is playing, the scot is going to dance. He’s always at someone’s event, if you think he doesn’t know anyone at the bar or club, you’d be dead wrong.
He loves to dance, rolling and swaying his hips, pulling a guy or girl friends for a dance, and strangers love the energy he brings, they can’t help but flock to him too.
No, Partyanimal!Soap is not the best dancer, just barley catches onto the rhythm but he dances anyway, swaying his hips, pumping his fist in the air, letting women and men dance on him and trying his best to keep up. But he always gets them to laugh at how silly he is, Johnny loves making people smile. Johnny is the one getting everyone to dance and sing at karaoke, or at clubs dancing on the bar or a table. Does Johnny throw ass? He works with what he’s got.
Quick the anger on the dance floor? When is he not?
Partyanimal!Soap has zero tolerance for anyone who (purposefully) ruins the vibe, so yes he will punch someone square in their jaw for being too handsy, or not accepting a ‘no’ from the women. He has a lot of lady friends, will come in and act as the boyfriend if someone wont back off. He does not play about the girls.
Is partyanimal!soap a slut? Slut adjacent! 
He’s had too many partners to count, and seems to be on good terms with all of them. He wasn’t really one to settle down— not until he met eyes with you across the dance floor. He thought you were a goddess the way you looked in that tight outfit, asked you for a dance. His large hand trailed from your back to your ass while grinding to the song.
Maybe you got fucked like a slut in the men’s back room, of all places, trying to contain your moans and whimpers while Soap slammed you down on his dick, his hand gripping your ass. You gripped onto his neck, letting his mouth latch onto yours for a nice snog, your walls beautifully sucking in his wide length
“Bloody hell bon, ye always go takin strangers like this? Fuckin them like this?” The man groans, thrusting into you faster.
“Noo, mmmph- just- just-“ you keen, head heading the cramped wall of the bathroom stall.
Soap laughs, moaning as you get wetter, “Just me, hm hen?”
The man leaking tip hits your sweet spots perfectly, his balls smacking right against your ass, your legs trembling, you claw at his shirt, eyes meeting the back of your skull when you unravel around him. Soap curses, yanking himself from your warm hole, and rubbing himself off till he cums in the condom.
He pants,straightening your outfit while smirk on his lips, your mascara perfectly smudged, “Ye think ye can walk like this lass?”
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a/n: partyanimal!soap is the embodiment of “where the fvck the function?”
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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Johnny buys a custom friendship necklace with those parts that are magnetic and latch together.
It was a stupid joke really. Saying they'd always stick together. That they need each other. He bought it from a kid making jewelry on his street.
It's a four piece one. Each corner is a necklace charm. This way, as the kid explained it to him, "no one gets left out and they need all four pieces to complete the heart."
Johnny gave it to them one random Thursday, like the silly joke it was supposed to be
Now, Simon wears his under his mask when he's home. Likes when the cool metal rubs his neck. He doesn't like to wear it on missions for fear he'll lose it.
Kyle wears his everyday and adamantly refuses to take it off. Even in the showers.
Price wears his on rougher days. Lets his fingers wear it smooth when he's nervous before a call with brass.
Johnny's stays where it was gently hung around the lip of his urn.
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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Other asks compilation <3
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based off this post:
I want to say “no, he’s called soap for a reason, he's hard to catch,” but it probably went like this:
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You guys,, such high compliments 😭 I personally just don’t like how I did the lines, the colours, and attempted to redo it so many times but just gave up. i have a bad relationship with perfectionism so uhh, even tho I’ll probably never come round to that comic I’m glad you guys liked it ❤️❤️
on that note friends: perfectionism kills creativity. keep that shit away from the things you love, folks
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ouch, brace urself for the next one then buddy 🫡
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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You may kiss the groom
Soft Ghoap because I can. Also what is lighting.
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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sweaty summer
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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Can we get more Makarov but mlm 👀 I love him (and Graves) sm but I don't see a lot of male reader x him so??
shameless makarov 🐺 (🌽 link) -male reader-
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makarov's middle name should be 'no-shame'. he has proven himself to feel embarrassed or mortified again and again. he kind of walks through life pulling questionable stunts and hopes for the best, not really thinking about proper consecuences.
not even a beach day can remain innocent for him. some excessively touchy applying of sunscreen, a hand on your thigh as you both sunbathe, hugging you from behind as you go in the water making you feel his full length against your ass.
straddling his lap as an excuse to apply some sunscreen on his face and then boom! you are naked, hard cock on full display and makarov's pushing that aching cock of his into your needy plucked hole.
he makes you ride it like the desperate slut you are as he pinches your sensitive nipples. not a single care about who might see, and let's say anyone could see what you were doing easily. but god it felt so fucking good. proof of it is the way you start cumming like crazy
you slump forward, still twitching from the orgasm, but this man has the biggest grin on his face
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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A flustered ghost is very cute :3
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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My first post on Tumblr😭🙏
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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THE KING 👑 PRICE OPERATOR SKIN | COD MWII
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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simon with a girlie who really isn’t into penetration.
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fine with him, his back is shit anyway. would rather have his face inbetween your legs while he rests on his back, plush of your thighs nearly suffocating him. what a way to go out.
you were embarrassed when you finally brought it up, dodging the question and getting super anxious whenever it was time. always felt like a performance, and you never felt like you delivered. never wanted your partners to feel bad, but it just didn’t hit right for you. always stuck in your head about it and never able to really enjoy your evenings.
to your surprise simon was very understanding.
“can still use my mouth, right?” he’d asked.
a bright blush burning on your cheeks, you’d squeaked out an unintelligible answer. something close to a yes.
“need’a hear ‘y say it, dove,” simon cooed.
“y-yes,” you’d said, nodding to make sure he saw, incase he couldn’t hear (poor guy’s half deaf).
and that was that. simon had never made you feel bad. just accepted the terms you had laid out for him. he was a pretty simple guy, and as long as his pretty baby got off, he didn’t care as long as he was part of the process. whether it was his mouth or a couple of his fingers, he had you seein’ stars. legs trembling with the aftershocks of many, many orgasms.
simon always made it a challenge to see how many he could pull from you. would usually open you up with sweet licks to your cunt, making an absurd mess between your thighs. arousal dripping down his nose and chin onto the surface below. letting his nose bump your clit, he would alternate between kissing and slow stripes of his tongue, having you coming in minutes.
he’d pet your side, letting you calm down before building you back up again, laying on his back and pulling you down on his mouth. kept your hips seated firmly against his face, absolutely devouring your pussy.
thighs soaking wet with your slick and his spit, making it easy to grind down on his face. you’d grip his hair, rolling your hips and relishing in the loud groan rumbling from his chest. tight band of pleasure snapping as you came again, thighs squeezin’ his head in the most delicious way.
simon would tap your thigh, finally needing air. would come up with a low groan, chest rising and falling as he gulped in lungfuls of fresh air. grinnin’ with slick dripping down his chin. by orgasm three, you were pretty relaxed, babbling nonsense and pliant into the pillows. this is when he’d add a finger or two. just a bit, to hook into that spongey spot. other hand holding your hips down as he caressed your body, pulling it over the precipice again, hot tears falling down your face as you sob. the pleasure too much.
cunt twitching with aftershocks, glistening with the evidence of simon’s tongue. enough to make him nearly come in his briefs. he’ll brush his fingers through your folds, collect a dollop of slick and plop it right between his teeth. eyes rolling back as he moans around his fingers.
if his back isn’t acting up, he’ll push your thighs to your chest, thick cock sliding through your folds and bumpin’ against your swollen clit. loves hearing the moans punched from your chest, feeling your fingers dig into his biceps.
his pretty girl looking up at him, all dumb because of his mouth, his fingers. him. mouth open as you pant, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. has never seen anything more beautiful. doesn’t take him long, pleasure driving quick and burning in his back. balls drawing up right before he releases on your stomach. a pained groan leaving his lips as he presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
“good job, dovie. always such a good job.”
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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SAS Officer: Now, Lieutenant-
Ghost, cutting her off: did you just make eye contact with me without my consent?
SAS Officer: Uh-?
Ghost: And you're still doing it
SAS Officer: *lowers her gaze confused and slightly nervous*
SAS Officer: Lieutenant-
Ghost: No, come talk to me when you get some manners *turns and leaves*
SAS Officer: *stunned/confused*
Price:
Laswell: You see that? He got that from you
Price: shut up
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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It was like Nasty Dog Johnny was whispering subliminals in your ear during sex, and you’re starting to think it’s been having an effect on you.
It started off more simple, predictable even. Johnny would have you on your back, knees practically to your shoulders in a mean mating press, growling into your ear about how sweet your pussy is, his pupils blown wide as you squeal when his fat cock rubbed inside of you just right. He fucked your sticky cunt until you were almost cumming before suddenly pulling out, strings of your slick and his precum connecting you together, leaving you high and dry.
“Whose pussy is this, bonnie?”
“I-it’s yours, Johnny. Please, just put it back in!”
That’s all the confirmation he needed, his ego was ten times bigger now as he bullied his cock back into you, the larger male’s hips almost bruising your soft ones from the strength behind his thrusts, trying to sink in as deep as possible. Johnny rests his forehead against your own, watching his cock disappear inside of you, a creamy ring forming around the base, ensuring every thrust of his swollen, fat cock nudges all the sweetest spots inside of you, ready to pump his thick and potent seed deep inside.
The next time was on the couch. Johnny was lying down, his head resting on your lap, and after the movie you two were watching had grown boring, Johnny had started to press his face in between your thighs, whining and bumbling like a fool as he tugged your shorts and panties off. He’s not in any rush, wanting to feel you tremble and hear your breathy moans and sighs, needing to taste your honey nectar. His lips touch the inside of your thigh, tracing near your slick cunt before pressing his hot tongue against your swollen folds. He’s like a dog, starved and desperate for more, his lips wrapping around your tender little clit, sucking on the sensitive bud until you squeal while he nudges two of his thick fingers into you, stretching you out deliciously.
“Taste so good, mo chridhe. My girl, yeah?”
It was like a worm in your brain, implanting itself so deep into the tissue that you don’t even notice when Johnny refers to you as his girl, his woman. You just kind of… accepted it. You somewhat thought it was a joke at first, or he was just possessive during sex. That was until the anniversary of your move-in date.
You thought he was just anxious because the contract had expired and he procrastinated writing up a new one, but in reality, he was preparing for a night out at the pub with the other members of the Task Force. Johnny’s very vague with his explanation when he ushers you out the door and into his car, opening your door for you (what a gentleman), and rambling on about needing a drink, a half-truth really, but it wasn’t the first time you’d gone out for food together, so it wasn’t suspicious.
Johnny’s warm, heavy hand rests on your waist, tugging you closer to his body as the two of you navigate through the crowd towards a booth in the corner, a mishmash of personalities waiting for you there. A gruff, crotchety captain who acted as the ringleader, a hot-headed but loyal sergeant, and a cold, dry-humoured lieutenant with a skull-faced balaclava. While Johnny was all smiles, you were a little intimidated. Their eyes were burning into you, scrutinizing every detail and movement you made.
“This the bird ye won't stop talkin’ ‘bout, Johnny?” 
Simon was nothing but blunt, a little mean-sounding if you didn’t know him well enough. But Johnny was beaming with pride, smushing you up against his muscular form and grinning like an idiot.
“‘Course she is, mo chridhe, my girl.” Johnny murmurs, his hand sliding down to your hip to give the fat there a little loving squeeze before planting a smack on your ass, earning him a yelp of surprise. You didn’t realize that he was being serious about it, but maybe you’d been a tad oblivious when he gave you flowers, complimented you, and constantly wanted your attention like a needy puppy. But the worm in your brain was telling you this was meant to be, holding your tongue from correcting him while you slid into the booth, smooshed between Kyle and an overly cocky Johnny.
Good luck getting rid of Johnny now that you’ve finally let him in :)
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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simon who met his dream girl a few years back, but never officially started a relationship with her.
he still thought about you, how patient and nurturing you were, how you took the time to care for him despite all his 'quirks. he would search you up every day or two, check how you're doing, how your love life was going. that was, until, you stopped posting.
nothing was on your socials for a week straight, and even though he didn't like checking your family's facebook, he was starting to become paranoid. so, he opened up your parent's page, eyes scanning for any updates.
he bit *deep* into his tongue when he saw it, mentally berating himself for not checking sooner, already figuring out how he would sneak into your service. even if they wouldn't let him in, he'd come and see you later.
and after a painfully long month, that’s exactly what he did.
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HEYY! so this was more of a precursor to another blurb, so i’ll link that below! love youuu!
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rip-cod-brainrot · 12 hours ago
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simon riley and his undead love! DARK BLURB!———————————————————————————
simon looked down at your grave, cheeks wet with tears despite the large grin painted across his lips.
he had been digging for about an hour, the occasional crying fit interrupting his work. he didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of him planned to marry you. sure, he knew he didn’t deserve you, but a man can dream, no? and that he certainly did.
maybe he let his imagination get away from him, and that’s what led him here. maybe he wanted to protect you from the rot and decay of the graveyard. maybe knowing that he was one of the only men who would want you now made him a bit more ambitious— now he could finally love you without guilt.
whatever it was, he knew he made the right decision when he saw you in all your beauty, skin slightly blue and muscles withering away. this is how you were meant to be, malleable and faint, your outside just as soft as the inside of your heart.
simon leaned down, gently picking you up, careful to make sure nothing tore. he placed a soft kiss onto your lips, forcing his saliva deep into your mouth so the next smooch would be more realistic.
‘i missed you pretty girl.’ he whispered, hands shaking from excitement. ‘did you miss me too?’
he swore he heard you mutter a yes.
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a/n: i am very tired and this idea has been in my head for a bit. ALSO, I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS IS NORMAL FOR SOMEONE TO DO IN ANY WAY!! THIS IS WEIRD! everyone pour one out for simon— he just happens to be the blorbo i chose for this terrible fic
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rip-cod-brainrot · 23 hours ago
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Taking care of his sick sergeant 👐🏽
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rip-cod-brainrot · 23 hours ago
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Reader who wears the very same hoodie for years. When asked about it, you simply shrugged. "I like it."
One day a friend points out: "It doesn't even fit you, though?" And again, you just shrug. No need for them to truly know why, you liked it and that was it.
It isn't until a complete stranger stops you lot at the sidewalk of a bar one night after happy hour that they understand why you like it so much.
You and your friends were about to cross the street after spending the last few hours downing drinks and sharing stories. At some point one of them complains about the cold and you end up landing your hoodie – to which you hear lots of teasing, because you were very attached to the item.
A man approaches your group slowly, cautious like one would if they knew there was a bomb around, somewhere. You feel him hover, his presence way to intense to ignore and, obviously, you're sure your friends are already dreading the worst.
You, ever the brave one, are already going for the confrontation, but before you can turn around to say something the man calls out your name.
When you turn around to answer, though, he's not looking at you. He's looking at your friend, more specifically at the hoodie they have on, but the hood of his own jacket makes it hard for you to see his face. When your friend turns around, the man realizes it's not you.
"Where'd you get tha'? The hoodie?" He asks, but your friend can't answer, simply stuttering under their breath. The man grows impatient. "It's mine, I gave it to someone a long time ago. Why d'you have it?"
"If you gave it away then it's no yours anymore," you deadpan, voice steady and trying to sound intimidating. "The hoodie is mine. There a problem, lad?"
The man turns to you slowly, and even with his covered face you know exactly who it is. He dresses just the same as he did many years ago, balaclava and all.
You don't let him speak. "Simon. Long time no see, huh?" By then your friends start to get really confused, so you clear things up. "Aye, that's Simon Riley. He gave me the hoodie when we were teens, before he decided to disappear."
"Why'd you... Why are you not surprised?" He asks, face expression unrecognizable, but you can tell by his hesitation that he's affected by your nonchalance.
"Why should I be?" And for that, he doesn't have an answer. "Have you been following me? How'd you know I was here?"
"I didn’t," he quickly answers. "Was at the bar and recognized the hoodie, that's all."
"Mhm," you hum, suspicious of him.
You two stand at the sidewalk, awkwardly staring at each other before you finally tell your friends to go home without you – not once taking your eyes off the blond man.
Maybe it was time for a re-encounter, after all.
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rip-cod-brainrot · 23 hours ago
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Day two: knife kink
Sorry for the horrible censor bar, but that’s for good little birdies only ;)
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