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angelfoxx · 2 months

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reminder that i also write oc smut and it’s sexy xx

Tonight’s thoughts; taking up the job of being the Twins’ stress relief when they return from missions.

They’re hesitant about traveling with company. They wander the wastelands of EXO with no connections or attachments — except, now, for you. Hell, getting them to not run from you was a bad enough challenge. They want no ties. None. Ties are weak spots, but you in particular are a very stubborn and very reckless weak spot. At some point, they unanimously decide that leaving you behind would almost certainly spell out your death or otherwise terrible fate because you’ve convinced yourself they’ll come running (which they will, don’t get me wrong) and so it’s morally fucked, even for them, to not bring you along for your own safety. Generally, the Twins don’t do “help” in the sense of reassurance and protection. They do it in the sense of, like, killing your enemies and poisoning your foe’s food supply or stealing someone’s entire bank account.

Not for you. You’re different. They bring it up here and there as it being your fault, but at the first sign of you wanting to leave they both visibly start to get worried. Xin somehow manages to make you feel like an idiot and Xan follows him up, though she’s more prone to showing you up and then asking how you’d survive without her. That kind of thing. In any case, you never end up leaving. Not that you ever really would. You like sticking behind them on their vigilante agenda. It’s fun.

You don’t partake in the missions; you usually stay at wherever they’ve decided to camp out, and you wait for them to return. You picked up a habit of trying to get things ready for when they get back; food (or something that resembles it), a bath (if you can find non-polluted water, a basin, and a way to start a fire), or preparing their beds (er, trying to make a comfortable surface out of whatever crumbling building they want to stake out in.) It doesn’t always turn out right — trying to get them a meal wound up with Xan puking her guts up after trying to eat your second-hand steak — but you try nonetheless. Because you care, and their lives are tough, extremely so; why wouldn’t you help?

Eventually, your idea of “help” warps.

It’s a close call between the two of them as to which one of the Twins is more emotionally/physically frustrated. It’s a very close call. Neither of them are shy about finding a casual lay for a night (especially if the aforementioned lay has a nice bed or good food or clean water) but they’ve also both expressed how they don’t find time to do that often. Especially as they gained notoriety and rumors of a bounty on their head from both the big city and other exiles started getting around, finding something quietly casual has become more difficult. Which is terribly good timing, because they happen to have someone with them now who just wants to see them satisfied.

Lucky them.

Lucky you.

With Xan, it’s rough. She gets back from missions and her way of telling you she needs your personal help isn’t very sly. She’s eyeing you up the minute she and Xin get back; you’re catching her looking at your mouth, your chest, your ass, between your legs, et cetera, et cetera. She eye-fucks you blatantly. When she speaks, her voice takes on this sultry, brazen edge. She gets louder, and generally Xin takes the hint to leave. Or he doesn’t. She doesn’t really care. She gets louder until you get close to her, and then she quiets down. Her voice goes from rash to ribbed; not smooth, but crackly, squeaks a little here and there. She draws you in without having to touch you — though, generally, she does. She’s prone to feeling you up while she tells you just how long and hard her day has been, and somehow by the end of it you’re always in her lap and she’s digging her nails into your neck while she practically spits against your mouth just how badly she needs a pretty girl between her legs until she isn’t sore and achy from cramming herself into unnatural positions and carrying around heavy weaponry and shit.

And you help her out. Obviously.

She’s violent. You’re doing your fucking best and she’s grabbing handfuls of your hair and ripping on it so hard that you think your scalp might come off. She’s mashing your face into her cunt in a way that has your nose stinging from hitting her pubic bone. When she gets close, she chokes you till you’re seeing stars behind your eyelids, or she rakes your neck and the back of your shoulders with her nails so hard you bleed. Hell, half the time she gets so eager to chase her climax that she’ll wrestle you over so she can not only sit on your face but almost crush it with how hard she’s grinding, pushing, grinding, pushing, pushing, pushing. She’s vocal as fuck, too; she’s moaning and laughing the whole time, asking you how you feel because she feels fucking amazing, your mouth feels fucking amazing — but you’re such a nasty fucking slut, aren’t you? I’m covered in blood and sweat and you’re fiendin’ like a whore between my legs, huh? Uh huh? Yeah? Yeah, you are. Yeah, yeah — my girl, huh?! Yeah?

She’s a nightmare with the dirty talk. She’ll have you red and embarrassed no matter how hard you think you are. She’s loud with it, too; it’s almost like she wants Xin to hear her. She just can’t contain herself, and when she finishes — fuck, when she finishes — she makes it a goal to get you as messy as possible. She might squirt, yeah, but even if she doesn’t, your whole face and neck (though sometimes her hand is wrapped around your throat) and maybe even your chest end up wet because she makes these huge swinging humps with her hips when she’s climaxing. She gets a kick out of seeing you sloppy. That’s really it. She’s dramatic. She likes to make every time you two “blow off steam” something straight out of an x-rated film. Don’t worry; sometimes she’ll clean you off orally. Otherwise, she’ll just invite you to bathe with her after. Round two usually ensues.

With Xin, it’s still rough, but unlike Xan’s sudden corkscrew into absolute madness, it’s a steady slope. Upon returning from a mission, he’s a little more reserved; he’s making dark jokes about whatever they just did, and he’s making faint passes at you, too. Generally, though, he doesn’t do much else; his cue that he’d like some of your help is generally rather subtle cue found in the way he catches your eye and his jaw flexes, or in the way he walks behind you and brushes your ass just lightly enough to know it was deliberate. Generally, he waits for Xan to be gone — he’s got a bit more shame than his counterpart — but if he’s drunk, he’s mildly forward. He’s eyeing you up. He’s sucking on his tongue. He’s shifting and somewhat-subtly grabbing at his crotch to shift his dick around. Et cetera. Generally, Xan leaves, assuming she notices. Sometimes, he has to tell her to go. Once she does, though, he doesn’t even need to give you instruction.

He’s a fiend for good head. The minute she’s gone or he starts leaning against something, hips pushed out, you know what to do. It’s an unspoken agreement; you get up, go to him (or, sometimes, if you’re not fast enough, he’ll come to you), drop his pants and get to work. Unlike Xan, Xin wants this to last; his stress relief comes with time, not with instant gratification. He wants you to kiss his v-line. He wants you to run your tongue along his shaft and kiss his head. He wants you to brush your knuckles along the fat purple vein that decorates the bottom of his cock. He wants you to take your sweet time and let him feel every bit of your touch ‘till he’s leaking pre, and then you can actually start working him.

He’s grabbing your hair. He’s not pulling on it till it stings, but he is holding it tight. He’s not controlling your pace, but he is suggesting it. He’s urging you further down on him, ‘till you’re teary-eyed and your throat keeps fluttering because he’s damn near choking you. The whole time, though, he’s making these noises, these grunts and groans of satisfaction, and he looks so pretty when his eyes close and his nose wrinkles and his lips part, so you bear it. Hollow your cheeks and focus on his cockhead, and he’s sighing and slowly fucking your mouth like he’ll break you otherwise.

Up until he decides enough is enough. Then he’s pulling you up by the hair and he’s putting you either against or over the nearest surface. His manner remains the same; he shoves your face into something, balls a fist in your hair, and pistons into you from behind while he tells you how much he needed this. How good it feels. How good you feel. He doesn’t stop you from reaching down and toying with your clit, but when you get close he gets troublesome. He tells you you better wait because you two will be done at the same time, and if you don’t — well, if you don’t, he’s fucking you ‘till you do. He’s also only ever finishing inside, so when that time comes, he’s got one hand pulling your head back by the hair and the other hand covering the one you’re using to masturbate and he’s blowing a load in you just to watch it drool out later — and then he’ll fuck it back into you with his fingers and do it all again because he’s a menace and gets off to the visual of you being full of him.

Do they ever just go at the same time? Sure. They’ve done it before; they’re both a bit more possessive over you, but they’ll do it. There have been a damn million times where they get back and somehow within the hour you’re shaking and almost sobbing between the two of them. Xan’s at your head, pulling your face into her cunt while she pinches and bites at your nipples while Xin’s pressing one hand into your lower stomach so you can feel every inch of his cock pistoning in and out of you. Or maybe Xin’s at your head, fucking your throat even through your muffled cries while Xan puts some cruel vibrating thing between the lips of your cunt and sandwiches it under her own. Hell, maybe Xan’s got the strap and they’ve got you trapped and taking the heat from both sides (both holes?) so they can hear you scream.

would be a damn shame if the people who thought you were a “hostage” to the criminal vigilantes tearing up exile learned that you were just a glorified sex doll, wouldn’t it?

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angelfoxx · 3 months

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hello avid angelfoxx enjoyers! long time no see. uhhh hi ok so anywho my COD phase has sorta ceased for now and when i write smut its not usually for the COD guys, its for my own characters over on @foxxfuxx . i’ll probably pop in here every now and again but hey, if you liked my writing style, my characterization or just thought i was fucking funny i HIGHLY recommend going over there and checking out my debut content. i’ll be leaving all of my content here up obviously, but if you’re looking for fresh hot smut of sexy ass characters never before seen because they are actually mine then pls pls pls go check out @foxxfuxx love u all mwah mwah foxx

#cod smut #keegan x reader #cod x reader #genshin smut #cod keegan

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angelfoxx · 6 months

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Agfhjfjfkf I love your writing style, your fics are well written but also distinguishable from other writers on here, if you know what I mean?? Like you have some fucking magic ability😭😭 there’s always originality in your posts, always something you add to them that makes them extra interesting nd intriguing lol

I love the humor in your posts too, actually makes me laugh and I feel like your personality(i don’t know you so that’s kinda wierd to say but whatever🙂) kinda shines through your work as well, you seem like a really cool person🤞🤞 the sarcasm nd everything, kinda one of the things that I feel makes your Keegan content really good cuz it kinda suits what I imagine his personality is like. Hello “his rifle slung up on the chair like it was eating soup as well” or whatever it was, loved it😭😭

this is so nice. thank u luv 🫶🏻 i’m glad i’ve become the funny writer who makes good sex stories that’s my whole goal

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angelfoxx · 6 months

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Bro is this you cause the aesthetics and the content matches up😭😭

i haven’t been in my inbox in a hot min I’m so sorry so expect a few responses from me rn 😭 anyways this is NAWWWWT me. she be making some good shit tho. my tiktok is @foxxfuxx but it’s mainly for my own oc x reader content

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angelfoxx · 6 months

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Coddling Keegan while giving him a handjob😖😖he’s cuddled up to you, head buried in your neck while your hand pumps his cock slow nd sloppy, whines a little when you pay attention to his tip, rubbing it with your thumb, “feels good, baby? Hm?” While ruffling his hair❤️❤️

“You wanna cum, sweet boy? Yeah?” You murmur, practically babying him🫶🫶

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ SWEET BOY? ❞

…in which a very tired keegan gets special treatment.

FEATURING: keegan p russ (duh)

WARNINGS: obviously nsfw. mild overstim. mentions of crying. whoopsie

NOTE/S: hi anon hope u know i read this and my stomach clenched up. sorry just thought u should be aware

“Feel good?” Your voice is just a soft murmur, sickeningly sweet and practically dripping in endearment. “Is that good, Kee?”

The only response you get is a breathy half-groan.

Poor Keegan. Genuinely. He’d come back from what he dubbed a shit mission this past afternoon; nothing too risky. Just a job that the “regular” recruits hit a wall with. A job that he had to go finish, because apparently the general force couldn’t get the fucking thing done.

His next assignment? Tomorrow afternoon. Approximately twelve hours from now, he’d be out again.

The poor guy was fucking exhausted. Hell, he’d called you that morning from the bed of the truck, and…you know why he had to go, you know that it’s his job and all, but…Christ, he’d sounded so tired. Tired and strained and done. Every nerve in your body had been screaming at you to fawn over him the minute he got home; a warm bath, a hot mug of tea (black). Some soup, bowl steaming. Hell, you’d been wringing your hands together at the mere thought of washing his hair. It had become a regular practice at this point; whenever he came back from an assignment, you’d be there to give him a soft landing upon arriving home.

This time around, you didn’t have the time for that. Despite his arguments, you’d probably have a word with whatever shit-for-brains commander had been in charge of putting him on back-to-back assignments.

To focus on the task at hand. Or in hand, rather. Keegan had told you he didn’t want all of the fancy stuff; tea, sure. Soup, sure. The bath and everything? No, he’d just shower.

He wanted a hot mug of tea, a bowl of soup, and then he wanted you to make him feel better in the best way you knew how.

Hence; your current position.

You hadn’t even made it to the bed. Keegan hadn’t even finished his fucking soup. He’d been staring into it like a ghost; gaze vacant, face empty, eyeblack staining his skin charcoal-gray. Hell, the man had just thrown whatever clothes he could find on; just a plain white tee and sweats. For once, he hasn’t been careful with his gear; he’s got it slung haphazardly across the chair beside him. His fucking rifle is sitting on the thing like it’s also eating soup.

He didn’t have to say much. He just kind of shifted and looked you in the eye; sat back, opened his legs a little wider.

Upon swinging a leg over him and sitting in his lap, Keegan had all but deflated.

He’d smelled like soap. Kind of tasted like it, too. Either he had scrubbed off a layer of skin in the shower or he’d just neglected to fully rinse all of the shampoo out of his hair. Either way, you didn’t mind; the fact that he smelled vaguely of vanilla (because for some reason he continued to take your shampoo and not use his own) and he was just slumped back in the chair, weakly holding onto your head as you littered a trail of little marks along his throat…

…oh, sweet boy.

He thought the pet name was stupid. Usually. He’d laugh at you if you called him by it in most situations; the day he’d apparently decided it was safe enough to kiss you goodbye before he boarded the plane to head out on an assignment, you’d called him a sweet boy and Keegan, fully geared up in his vest and helmet with probably five different weapons strapped on around his waist, had just whistled and hummed in response.

Sweet boy, carrying a rifle and a knife and god-fucking-knows-what-else.

Now, though, he doesn’t complain. Either because he’s too tired to or because, right now, even he knows that it’s fitting. Big, beefy soldier, pretty blue eyes rolled back, pretty pink lips parted and pretty little mouth too tired to fight the quiet little noises that would normally remain buried under his tongue. His brow knits, and his nostrils flare, and — oh — his chest rises and his breath hisses in through his nose.

A fat pearl of pre swells up on his tip for a moment before you run your thumb over it and spread it across the blunt round of his cockhead.

It’s not fair to him. Maybe. You’re going so slow and you’re just lazily stroking him but he doesn’t seem to mind. Oh, not at all. His brow knits and his mouth opens a little further; he lets out a short, hoarse breath, chest puffing up before it shudders back down and the muscles along his neck flex.

“Deep breaths, Kee.” You lean forward, kissing the side of his cheek and biting back a grin when his entire body shudders. “Easy.”

“I’m ff…fffuckin’ trying.” Keegan’s voice is rough, strained breathlessly thin. “I’m ff…uhhhckin’ trying, princess, but…”

“Can’t?” You smile, body shuddering. “Aw. Sweet boy.”

Keegan tries to shoot you a glare. He tries. One squeeze of your hand closing over his cockhead has him tensing up again, head tipping back and jaw clenching up as he bites back another groan.

You don’t say anything. You could tease him more (hell, you’d be jumping at the chance any other time), but right now he’s almost pitiful. Sore, exhausted, run-down and on a tight deadline to head back out tomorrow.

The man deserves a break. He doesn’t deserve to be mocked. So you keep your mouth shut (at least, in regards to taunting him) and you tease your thumb over his slit in slow little circles.

Keegan’s body shudders. From somewhere deep in his chest, he groans, brow knitting and eyes squeezing shut. His hips buck up; his cock slides through your grasp, swollen and slick. He’s aching for release, aching for it; it’s like his self-control has been put out to float on a raft and is just drifting towards total euphoric collapse. His head lolls on his neck; he’s in a daze, exhaustion and pleasure mixing like a dreamy cocktail in his system.

“I’ll get a nice bath ready for you after this assignment. Sound good?” You grin as you swish your thumb over his tip and he stiffens, body wound tight and eyes rolling back in his head. He doesn’t give you a verbal response; he just groans, one of his hands pawing uselessly at your waist. His big hands, gloved hands, rough and callous…

The throaty auh Keegan lets out brings your head back into reality, just in time to see his jaw drop and his pretty lips form a pink O as his eyes squint and his lashes flutter. His cock jerks in your hands, and a dribble of thin pre runs down the joints of your fingers. His hips buck up; under that thin layer of cotton, you feel his abdomen flex tight.

Apparently embarrassed at his own sound, Keegan turns his face towards you. Messily, he thrusts his lips at yours; when your body ripples and your hand flexes, he groans, low and tired into your mouth. His skin is hot; he’s flustered, but he’s too tired to do much about it.

“You gonna fall asleep on me after this?” You manage a quiet laugh. “No real rounds?”

Keegan groans. His voice, when it does manage to come out, is throaty and hoarse. There’s a sort of grumble in his voice, a sort of sleepy drawl that has your knees weak. “Shit, if you want…”

You giggle, biting your tongue when you skim the tips of your fingers over the ridge of his head and he tenses, teeth sinking into his lip. “I don’t think you can, Kee. I really don’t.”

“Shut it.” Though his tone is gruff, a tease of your finger over his leaking slit has Keegan’s head lolling back and his eyes, pretty pools of sapphire blue, roll back as his lashes flutter. “I’ll just lay there. You…nngh…you can just get on top an’…”

Keegan’s body shudders. His shoulders lift off the back of the chair; there’s a tremor deep in his belly that you can feel under your hand as he slumps back again, stomach rolling forward and hips rolling up. His abdomen clenches and sucks in so hard you can see the outline of his abs through his shirt, despite the loose fit.

Close.

You’ve learned his bodily cues by now. He tenses, starts to breathe hard — you can hear air rasping in and out of his nose — and, yeah, he paws around until he can grab onto your wrist, fingers wrapping around the spot right under your hand. He’s funny like that; you wouldn’t catch him dead pitying himself, telling you he was nothing but your little play-thing — but god, the quiver in his hand and the tremor in his breath is so, so far away from dominant. It’s so far away from being in control. If anything, he’s feeling your control; he’s feeling your pulse pick up as you shift on his lap, he’s feeling your arm tense as you bite your lip and stroke quicker, faster, twist your hand, and — oh — he’s gripping tight as you swipe your hand at just the right angle, pull it flush against the base of his cock and pump up and —

The strangled cry that comes out of Keegan’s mouth is strained and loosely contained. His jaw snaps shut, his lips seal; his hips buck up, and there’s a soft scuffle as his feet shove against the ground and his socks give him no traction to hold on.

You see the corded muscle of his neck swell at the same time that you feel a ribbon of something hot and sticky squirt up your forearm.

Five times. Five times, Keegan’s hips jerk up; his head turns either way, and his eyes squeeze shut for the first two jolts. They start to open; they flutter, roll back. Close again for the third. The same goes for the fourth. The fifth, though, his eyes open when his hips twitch, and when you try to meet his gaze you look into bottomless blue hues lidded and vague with euphoria.

The blunt edges of his nails dig into your wrist right under a streak of cum. The stuff strings your arm and webs beneath it, threatening to drip onto his thighs. Not that he’d mind, probably. Not now, at least. He’s too weak and tired to really care. Too busy groaning, sound contained deep in his chest, body rippling as pleasure tides over him. Over…and over…and over.

“Feel better?” You prompt the question in a soft voice after a long moment of silence for him to recover. Not that he had any performance issues — just tired, like this, pushed flat-out for too long…he has this worn, beaten look on his face. Barely lifted after everything.

“Yeah.” Despite that, Keegan’s response comes quick; breathless, but quick. His eyes shift over to meet yours, and Christ, if he looked tired before…

“Kee.” The note of pity that leaks into your voice is entirely instinctual. When you lean forward, his breathing staggers; he sort of half-laughs when you run your thumb over his three-fourths lidded eyes, weakly turning away from the contact. “Don’t touch me right now.”

“Kee.” You repeat his name, more seriously this time. “Kee, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I’m not.” Keegan shakes his head; as if to prove his point, he shifts a little in his seat, pulling himself slightly more upright.

“You look like it. You look so tired.” You lean forward, this time; it’s an effort to push his hair back, and one that he leans away from. “Keegan. Let me take care of you.”

In response, he only laughs. It’s a tired laugh, one that rasps in his chest, but it’s a laugh nonetheless. When he replies, his tone isn’t serious. “You’ve got it on your hands.”

so sorry for my absence. my cod hyperfixation chilled the fuck out a little whoopsie anyways

#cod smut #cod keegan #keegan x reader #call of duty keegan #call of duty smut #keegan russ #keegan russ x reader

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angelfoxx · 7 months

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oh i know that’s right

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angelfoxx · 7 months

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Maybe a bit silly to ask but, what are you studying?

not silly at all! i’m currently enrolled in a creative writing course with hopes of going into storywriting and filmmaking ☺️

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angelfoxx · 7 months

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You doing okay??😭 I’m so sorry if this is annoying, are you taking a break from posting?

I DID NOT REALIZE I HAD AMASSED A WAITING AHDIENCE. i am doing wonderfully 🙏🏻 im in college so classes and my personal writing stuff is at the forefront of my mind. im sporadic here </3 thank u for checking in though. ill post at some point eventually

#cod smut

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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every day i wake up and maybe half of the time i manage to make a post here. the other half of the time i strongly debate on making a page like this for my own fucking characters. literally who would read that shit

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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going through the keegan x reader tag and finding you was a godsend bc as i consumed all your keegan stuff, i couldn’t help but giggle at each inner thought you put in strikethrough text and think “oh my god, me too”

writing keegan smut has become my thoughts outlet. the crossed out shit just gets too wild for u all

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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Did u die

yeah. that guy keegan dragged to the floor was me

(im working on a post shhh)

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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Inhaling your Keegan content like a vacuum machine he’s my life support

this is so real bc I am also inhaling my Keegan content like he’s my life support

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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As a fellow keegan truther… do you have a headcanon of where keegan is from? Like, story wise I think it would make sense if he was from the west as well but idk

maybe im just projecting but i’m feeling the midwest. like i’m feeling somewhere in like…wisconsin? i don’t know why but he’s just giving me midwestern town vibes. like i could see him coming home to a little house on a little street that backs up to a pine forest, real calm and quiet. gets up and drinks his coffee but it’s Wisconsin so it’s cold and he wears bunny slippers. i cannot imagine the looks on the real devoted cod ghosts players faces rn

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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Lemme just say, your little side notes on your fics? They are fucking hilarious like I was reading through all of your stuff smiling like an idiot from your comments, can't wait to read more

Immediate follow 🫡

ugh thank u. im used to sticking to my “professional” posting over on wattpad so im just fucking around on here a little. i take great pride in being funny 🙏🏻

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angelfoxx · 8 months

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hello!! i am new to your blog but i love all your cod writing esp the headcannon :> i’m here to ask your thoughts on their masturbation tendencies HFHDHSJSGDHA because idk something about men gripping themselves and being all desperate and whiny hnng

my faves are konig and simon but feel free to write anyone heh ❤️

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ SORRY, BAD TIME? ❞

…some of the cod men & how they get themselves off.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, könig, john “soap” mactavish & keegan p russ.

WARNINGS: obviously nsfw. scattered extras such as exhibitionism, phone sex, possibly slight perversion. u know. the goodies

NOTE/S: i added a few for giggles. i really need to learn more about gaz (he seems very fun) and horangi (saw the tiktok where his arms are exposed and he has tats and wears rings? hmmm…) but anyways

★ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✦ — He’s not letting you know of his feelings for a long ass time. He’s doing a lot of self-care, if you get the idea. And absolutely nobody knows about it.

✦ — Like, you could reasonably assume that this is a stressful environment and at some point everyone has to blow off steam, but for some reason the concept of your six-foot-four, dead-eyed stone-faced lieutenant getting himself off is wild. Because you just don’t think about it like that. You don’t consider that under that mask, he’s probably got the same sorts of occasional hormones that the other guys have.

✦ — He’s quiet when he does it. Like, completely silent. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to make noise — occasionally a grunt or groan will slip out, or his breathing will stutter — but he’s not someone who’s whining and moaning like a common whore. He’s just taking care of his own problems, on his own. He’s telling himself it’s just a bodily thing; yes, you’re attractive, and yes, he wants to be close to you, and yes, you’re the reason that he was so quick to disembark once your training group returned to base. He had to take care of himself. Yeah. It’s whatever, though.

✦ — Almost exclusively jerks off in bed. Usually after he’s tried to convince himself not to give in to his brain screaming at him to fuck the shit out of you. Sits against the headboard, head tilted back, eyes closed (most of the time; he’s got the door closed and everyone knows not to try to come in after-hours, but if someone needed him for an emergency the last thing he wants is for them to burst in on his dick in his hands).

✦ — He’s not careful with it. He probably would look a little violent if you were watching him. Head to base, hand twisting, et cetera. Just…I don’t know. Standard jerk-off procedure?

★ KÖNIG. SOMEONE TELL ME HIS SURNAME

✦ — Does this shit at least once a day. Maybe twice. Absolutely bursting at the seams with the need to bust one every few hours. Sorry. He’s not shy, he’s socially awkward. You bitches keep thinking he would be cute and gentlemanly. He’s the kind of guy that has his cumsock sticking to his pants and he doesn’t realize and then he thinks it’s funny. Sorry. Sorry to ruin your I’M NOT SORRY I’M NOT SORRY OHHHH MY GOD RIPS MY HAIR OUT

✦ — Prone to whipping it out whenever he has a private minute to himself. He’s in his office between meetings with sergeants? He’s got his dick out. He’s taking a cold shower after returning from a mission? Jerking it under the running water. He’s laying in bed with you, his newly-nominated partner? Guess where his hands are at?

✦ — I said Ghost was sloppy. This bitch is downright dangerous. He just grabs at himself half the time. Is he a masochist? Maybe. He chokes the fuck out of his family honor and he seems to get off to it. Hard fast stroker. Cockstroking Olympics champion type shit.

✦ — Loud. Unfortunately for him. If the violent fwaps you’re hearing from his office aren’t enough to give away what he’s up to in there, the creaking wood combined with shuddering groans probably are. Sometimes he laughs mid-session and you have to wonder what he’s thinking about that could make him laugh while he’s beating himself off.

✦ — Keeps a wastebin by his bed and the thing is just filled with tissues. That’s all.

★ JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH.

✦ — Regularly gets himself off. Probably does so more often now because you’re really damn attractive and he’s really damn weak for you. It’s kind of pathetic, actually. Something as stupid as him opening the truck door for you and letting you go in first has you smiling and saying “thanks, ‘tavish” and suddenly he has to run to the bathroom to go take care of the problem tenting his pants.

✦ — Like König; will do it anytime he has a minute. Unlike König; does not do it exclusively when he’s alone. If he can be discreet about it, he’ll play it risky. On the jet when everyone’s starting to fall asleep on the ride home, in a public bathroom stall even if there’s a line outside and people in the adjacent ones. He does not care. He’s very confident in his ability to stay quiet.

✦ — He’s…not very quiet. He can stifle his sounds when he gets started but he’s very very very prone to letting little squeaks or whines slip when he nears his climax. Prone to gasping when he finishes.

✦ — Also, god fucking forbid he’s been unable to get himself off for any amount of time. That shit has him pissed off and short-tempered and also when he does climax he fucking yells. Like, shouts.

✦ — If you’re in a relationship, he’s calling you and asking you to talk him through it. Tries to keep himself in control but loses it and turns into the whiniest bitch you’ve ever fucking heard.

✦ — Has jerked violently into a corner before a la that one Tedros scene from The Idol. Sorry.

★ KEEGAN P RUSS.

✦ — A little more laid back. Gets himself off if he needs to, but he’s not as hopped-up on desperation as the guys seen above. Also not as fucking aggressive with it.

✦ — Really only jerks in total privacy. Will wait until it seems like everyone has gone to sleep and then indulge. Doesn’t rush himself, either. He’s settling in for a nice long session of blowing off steam.

✦ — Thinks of you the whole time. Probably imagines it’s your hands and he also probably maybe managed to find something that you lost and maybe he’s got it in his bed somewhere and maybe possibly it smells like you and—

✦ — Edges himself. Sorry. Not sorry. Pays special attention to his head and slit because he prefers the short sparks of pleasure rather than just manhandling his whole dick the entire time. Might choke himself, just a little, if he’s feeling particularly excited.

✦ — Low, quiet groans as he does it. If anything. He’s probably the best at keeping quiet; his breathing gets quicker but it doesn’t always get louder. He does just…sometimes…get a little carried away, and that’s when he’ll groan.

✦ — Cumsock haver! He puts it through the laundry though, so it’s not like…as gross as it could be? It stays in his room, buried right alongside the underwear of yours that somehow ended up in his laundry. Oops.

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