sirenmoth

[sirenmoth]

⚫

[sirenmoth]

a quiet moment with Kyle

[sirenmoth]

[sirenmoth]

the boys

[sirenmoth]

PSA

EVERYONE BE CAREFUL. ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN PHISHING SITE (first link)

(the link is purple bc i clicked on it to get the link w/o special characters to report to various phising page report places).

the page leads to what appears to be the normal archive page, w/ the popup about the privacy policy & everything, with the url https://xn--iao3-lw4b.ws/media DO NOT LOG IN. THEY ARE HERE TO STEAL YOUR LOGIN CREDENTIALS. LOOK AT URLS BEFORE ENTERING ANY PERSONAL INFO.

STAY SAFE ON THE INTERNET GUYS!!

please reblog to spread this warning!!

[sirenmoth]

A Good Person (angst w/ comfort)

Gaz was brought up to be independent and a good brother as the second oldest of five. He grew up comfortable, but that didn’t mean he was spoiled. Got his first job at fourteen, first banged-up car at seventeen with his own money, and was off to the police academy before his eighteenth birthday.

He has always been a righteous man, the type to help kittens down from trees, the type to help an elderly man cross the street, the type to carry groceries for a struggling stranger. He loves to help. That’s why he joined Captain Price so eagerly.

He didn’t think the job would wreck him as much as it did—not just physically, although the knee problems didn’t help, but mentally. Believe it or not, being a soldier makes you question a lot of things about justice and the greater good. Surprising, right? But that was part of the job. It was fucked up, but he soon realized that the world wasn’t going to stop to let him process his moral crisis. He has to keep going. Has to keep helping others.

When he’s home, he takes care of you, too. He loves to wash your hair, make you dinner and breakfast, take you out on nice dates. He loves to listen. He loves to hold you.

He was content with caring for others. He liked being a good person and always felt like he was destined to be a helper from the start. He knew he was a good person, no doubt about it. He wasn’t bad, that was for sure.

But that façade of black and white morality shatters fast once he’s holding a gun to the heads of a mother and child.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, and when he came home, dropping his luggage at the front door, he didn’t feel as whole as he usually would when you jumped into his arms. He just felt... tired. He couldn't bring himself to talk to you because his throat was being threatened with bile at the memory of what he had just done. He decided to smile at you softly instead. But he knew that you knew. Something was off.

He tried to lose himself in taking care of you like he always did. His intimacy was more desperate than usual. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear like he was trying to convince himself more than you. But when you finally asked him about it, he broke down.

You two sit on the couch as he looks down at his hands. If you darkened the room and held a UV light to his palms, you'd see the splatter that lingers, even with the deepest cleaning, even if he scrubbed his skin for hours. It will always be there.

"I... I don't know if I'm a good person," he admits quietly, his face numb. Your brows furrow and you rest your hands over his, squeezing his fingers gently, causing him to tense up. Your fingers were contaminated now, too. You don't even know it.

"Kyle, what happened?" you ask firmly, urging him to continue. His response was quick.

"I held a gun to a child's face."

Your world tilts. He stares at you, watching your reaction closely.

"All for intel. Stupid fucking intel that would lead the crew to another location where we have to kill people all the same. And for what? For some stupid sense of patriotism?" Kyle shakes his head, now picking at the skin around his fingers. He mutters your name with watery eyes, but he doesn't let them fall. "I'm a fucking cog in a machine that can't be stopped. If I quit this, then that's one less person fighting against a cruel system, but if I continue, that's one more person slaughtering men just like me, for a cruel system disguised as democracy."

You were already holding him by the time he started talking, holding his head against your chest as your other hand rubs his back in slow circles. He sobs in your arms. How could you hold him, knowing who-no, knowing what-he is? In his mind, he has deceived you. He thought he could take care of everyone without needing anything in return, but here he is, whining in your arms like a baby. But in your mind, though you were heartbroken, a part of you was relieved. Relieved that he was finally letting you in and showing you this vulnerability.

"You're a good person," you state definitively, and he shakes his head in reply. You cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eye. "No, I mean it. You are. You've got a heart of gold, Kyle. But sometimes, even gold gets scratched. Not because it wants to be, but because it has to be. You didn't want any of that. I know you didn't."

His face scrunches up in anguish as he nods along, voice broken.

"I didn't. I didn't want to."

There's a long stretch of silence as you hold each other, now both crying and rocking back and forth with an ache that can only be soothed by one another. When you finally pull away, you wipe his tears with your thumbs and try for a smile. "Let's take a bath. I'll wash your hair and then I can order us some takeout while we watch a movie, okay?"

He melts like putty in your hands.

Sitting down in the tub and closing his eyes, he smiles as your hands massage at his scalp.

If an angel like you could love and care for him, he must be doing something right. Maybe, eventually, he could find it in him to forgive himself.

---

chat we are so back!! sorry if this is a bit of a mess... i tried to condense it without making it a long read! hope yall liked it :)

[sirenmoth]

The thing with using 🍇 instead of just saying rape is that if you really need to avoid censors you could use phrases that already exist like forced upon or violated or something else. 🍇 is genuinely the worse possible thing to use when talking about a serious topic and no I never want to see anyone use it when talking about something that happens in real life. It’s genuinely so stupid

[sirenmoth]

(1st anniv) cod characters and their favourite possitions

this post includes: ghost, soap, price, gaz, konig, graves, nikolai, makarov, barrage, hesh, kreuger, farah, valeria, laswell, keegan, alejandro, rudy, alex & nikto

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

ghost 👻

ghost's favourite position is cowgirl. the man is slightly scared about being too rough and hurting you, so what better way to solve that than letting you take control by riding him. nothing compares to your mouth hanging open in pleasure as you slowly lower yourself onto his decently sized cock.

�� · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

soap 🧼

soap's favourite position is wheelbarrow. because yeah, soap is a bit of a weird mutt, especially when it comes to you. he allways needs to have some ace up his sleeve to show his wild side and this is it when it comes to sex. on top of that, he really enjoys showing you just how strong he is.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

price 🚬

price's favourite position is manting press. do i need to explain myself? price is synonym of breeding kink, and manting press is one of the best positions for it to take. so yeah, this man is thinking all the time about getting you pregnant

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

gaz 🧢

gaz's favourite position is doggy. my man is an ass man, and the classic work just fine when it comes to seeing all the recoil of that ass when his hips slam against it with each thrust. you arching your back on top of that? yeah, sign him the fuck up

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

konig 🗡

konig's favourite position is amazon. him pathetic ass might have the big cock, but not the experience requiter to know how to use it, so he let's you do the using by fucking yourself -and him- dumb.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

graves 🪦

graves' favourite position is full nelson. the only way i can explain this is that he likes the control it gives him. you are completely at his mercy, making you unable to run away from him and his abuse on your poor cunt.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

nikolai 🇷🇺

nikolai's favourite position is spooning. he loves cuddling. he's a big bear of a man and winters are cold, so yeah. and he just can't hold back when you keep - very pusposefully, i have to add - wiggling your ass against his cock...

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

makarov 🐺

makarov's favourite position is piledriver. the way he looks down at you, the same way he would with an enemy, but with his eyes full of lust. that should be enough to let you know that's just the kind of shit he likes.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

barrage 🕶

barrage's favourite position is anything standing up. in my mind, he kind of thrives on the feeling of it being something like a quicky, hidden away, and that has to be fast but pleasurable that it gives. it's all about the excitement of that feeling, you see

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

hesh 🪖

hesh's favourite position is wrapped eagle oral. not only is my man hesh a munch, he really loves having your legs over his shoulders as you are spread wide and nicely for him to go to town on your pussy. he won't complain if you decide to use your thighs as ear muffs for him.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

krueger 👤

kreuger's favourite position is spread eagle. it's not that much as him choosing it, it's more of a need. you know, the man's just so big it's the only way he will fit between your legs. he won't complain when you end up with your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you like a madman.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

farah 🏴

farah's favourite position is scissoring. what better way for the both of you to get the full pleasure than rubbing your needy cunts against the other's. she sometimes takes the lead, because she knows you are a desperate little thing.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

valeria ⚔️

valeria's favourite position is double ended dildo. valeria tends to be more dominant, but she loves the way you both fuck yourself dumb on that dildo, arousal mixing and asses plaping against each other's as you both chase your own orgasms.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

laswell 👩🏼‍💻

laswell's favourite position is drive through. underrated, but laswell also loves eating pussy. and much more when it's you desperately humping against her tongue, trying to get off. your eyes looking down to her, glistening with desperation and need.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

keegan 🥷

keegan's favourite position is 69. or at least he tries with it. because the second your mouth is wrapped around his cock he selfishly forgets about eating your pussy and goes straight to fucking your throat, thusting up into it.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

alejandro 🤠

alejandro's favourite of position is missionary. he likes himself another good ol' classic. it's the right view for him: your cunt swallowing his cock, your blissed out expression as he fucks you dumb and your tits moving with the rhythm of his thusts

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

rudy 🦌

rudy's favourite position is under the sink. another munch, but this one likes sneaking under your skirt as you are doing something like the dishes. like yes baby girl, you keep going with the dishes and he will keep going with that wet cunt.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

alex 🦿

alex's favourite position is prone bone. the way you arch your back, how you can only take him like a good girl as he pushes your head into the mattress, muffling your loud moans, or pulls on your head to be able to hear how sweet you sound.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

nikto 💀

nikto's favourite position is standing 69. another fucker that really enjoys showing you how stong he is. if he's got the muscles he's going to be using them for your and his own pleasure. and as much as he knows you like sucking him off, he also loves eating you out

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

i don't even think i have right words to express how i feel. it's quite crazy that a year ago my cod obsessed ass decided to start posting little videos and captions just for fun. there is no way in hell i would have thought back then that it would have received this much support and love. thank you to every single one of you that take the time to read my little scenarios, captions and watch the videos. thank you for every like, comment and reblog, because every single one of those means everything to me. and also thank you to all of you lurkers that don't really interact, but that enjoy my stuff. to the over 34k in twitter and 8k of you here in tumblr, i want to let you know that you are the reason i keep going. my life has changed quite a bit in these 365 days, having some good or bad days, but getting to post and see some of your names in my notifications made me so happy. i'm forever grateful to all of you and i love you a lot, my children <3 <3

[sirenmoth]

Cpt. Soap p!links

these links all contain p🧡rn, everything is strictly 18+ ! all on twitter :3

fyi : you have to be logged in before viewing !

(made in mind of reader being transman/masc)

CW: fingering , monster(werewolf & vampire) , tummy bulge & cream pies .

fingering you while watching a movie ｡˚○ obsessed werewolf!soap who marks his mate before you can go anywhere. ｡˚○ making your tummy bulge ｡˚○ rubbing his cock & cumming all over your cunt before sliding in easily <33 (or vice versa) ｡˚○ tummy bulge 0.1 ｡˚○ vampire!soap using this to ready you

dats all i dont have anymore ideas lol

puppy bats out ✌️

[sirenmoth]

selfship drabble + something a little sad with comfort because I need it

A soft pulse of pain started in your belly, then it bloomed up into your chest like a field of wildflowers that climbed into your throat, taking root there in the damp darkness as you watch your friends laugh loudly.

They had canceled on you the day before, saying that the plans were going to happen next week. Hot unshed tears stung your eyes as you stood there on the sidewalk, grocery sack in one hand that began to feel like a ton as you blinked away the upcoming torrent.

It wasn't the first time that this had happened, it seemed to be a pattern with anyone you become friends with. How awful was your presence that no one wanted you around? Jealousy and sadness created an ugly tumor deep inside your brain, paired with that voice.

The voice of doubt, of uncertainty. It was good at planting vile seeds that wrecked havoc in your mind. People push past you, grumbling about you being in the way with sneers and evil looks.

Part of you wants to march over there and ask what the hell their problem is, but the other half knows it is pointless. They'd come up with some excuse that you were accidentally deleted from the group chat and apologize, but you knew it was going to be fake.

Your heart cracks even further right there and you almost fear this was it, your heart had taken too much damage, but you knew that John was home waiting for you, the only person who always had your back no matter what. Your husband wanted you; he loves you.

Forgetting about the people that made you feel like you weren't even worth an apology, you turn on your heel and quickly make it back to your car where you broke down, tears and snot making a mess of your face as you dial John's number.

"Ello, my pretty baby." He sounds so chipper and happy to hear from you.

Hearing his voice was enough to make you sob again while wiping away the tears. "Darlin'? What's the matter? Where are you?" John asks in panic, his fingers tightening around his phone as he scoops up his keys while shoving his feet into his shoes.

"They went out and had lunch without me after saying they had to cancel and reschedule for next week. What's wrong with me, John? Why can't I make friends who actually like me?" You sob quietly.

Hearing you over the phone like this kills John, not being able to hold you or shush away your tears was nothing compared to anything he's been through and you both knew he had been through hell and back.

"Nothin's the matter with my pretty baby, they're arseholes who don't see a fine woman in front of them. It's not you, it's them. Are you okay to drive? I can make their life a livin' hell, just say the word, honey."

You laugh softly at his soft teasing, but deep down you know that John could and would do it in a heartbeat. "It's not...yes, I'll be home soon. Can you get a bath drawn up for me, please?" You ask, sniffling.

"I can't draw worth shite my love, but I'll try. Honk when you're home."

Ten minutes later you step inside the front door and kick your shoes off, inhaling the rich aroma of coffee, ice clinking against the glass that John carries over to you as he opens his arms, letting you fall into them, your face pressed into his chest as you hug his waist, sobbing. "There, there my pretty baby. Let's get you in the bath."

John was gentle as he guided you to the bathroom while you sipped on your coffee and vented to him. "You deserve better friends. The guys have been askin' for you to come out, think they like you better than their own captain." He murmurs as you both step into the room.

It was scented with your favorite body wash, cherries, and vanilla. "I think I'll take you up on that offer, at least you wanna hang with me."

John grins and kisses you, gently but with enough pressure to remind you that you are his entire world.

[sirenmoth]

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.

[sirenmoth]

The children will never know How the ocean used to flow They'll never miss the whales They'll never believe the tales But I will remember, I will tell Of all that lived and their great farewell

[sirenmoth]

You have been Simon Riley's housemate for about two years now. He's the perfect roommate - never oversteps your boundaries, always cleans up after himself, is quiet, and helps with groceries. Most of the time, however, he's gone. He's in the military, so Simon goes on missions that can last for months and months at a time.

Here's the thing. Simon bought this very nice weighted comforter recently. You remember seeing it in the order history on your shared Amazon account. When it came, Simon snored like a damn chainsaw. He slept like a baby, even bringing the comforter to the living room on movie nights. And sometimes, though you loathe to admit it, you'd go into his room to take a nap under that comforter. It's one of the more expensive, better-made, and heavier blankets. You're pretty sure it's almost 30 pounds.

Unfortunately, there's always a risk when you nap under that blissful comforter. The risk that he'd come home. Today, you're curled under his weighted blanket, taking a quick nap before you make supper. You really shouldn't have ever done it. It's disrespectful and an invasion of privacy. But that damn comforter sang to you like a siren... and you couldn't resist the urge today.

Simon comes home, exhausted from flights and the mission. He drops his duffel in the closet, then kicks off his shoes. You must not be home. It's quiet here today, no TV or video games on. You're not in the kitchen or reading in your room. But then, he gets to the doorway of his room. In the center of his otherwise tidy room, curled into a ball, is you.

"Little fuckin' goblin," he grumbles.

He should pick you up by the scruff of your neck, scold you for sleeping in his bed, and kick you out of his room. But there's something about seeing you in his bed that makes him feel possessive. If you were anybody else, maybe he'd be angry. But you're you, and he can't bear to even raise his voice at you.

"Hey, girl," Simon whispers, gently waking you.

Your eyes open slowly until you recognize who woke you up. You sit bolt upright, gasping like you just had the air knocked from your lungs. "Oh, shit!" you squeak.

"Relax," he says softly.

"Okay, l-l-listen, I can explain," you stammer.

"I don't think you can," he replies, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I just wanted to sleep under your comforter," you whisper, face heating with shame. "I'm sorry, Simon. It was wrong of me."

"Well, that's half the battle right there," he murmurs, putting a comforting hand on your thigh. "You could have just asked me."

"You're... kind of scary," you mumble. "I thought you'd say no."

"I know that comforter is nice," he whispers, rubbing soothing circles over your leg. "I sleep under it."

You nod sheepishly, heat flooding your neck and face even more now. "I'm sorry," you say again.

"You're alright," he promises. "Just ask next time, yeah? You look good in my bed."

You're almost certain your chest is flushed at this point. "Uh-" you say eloquently. "I- um-"

"Were you going to make supper?" he asks gently.

"After my nap," you admit.

"I can do it," Simon assures you. "If you want to sleep some more."

You shake your head. "No, you just got home. You're probably tired."

He shrugs. "I'm always tired."

You scramble to get out of his bed. "You sleep," you whisper. "I'll make dinner."

"Why don't we... both sleep?" he offers tenatively. "Would you like that?"

You go completely still. You thought you were going to be in a world of trouble. That Simon would kick you out of the house or, at the very least, yell at you until you cried. But he didn't. And he won't. In fact, he's offering to let you go back to sleep under that heavenly comforter of his. Next to him, the human space heater.

"Okay," you squeak out. "Okay, we- uh- we can do that."

Maybe this is your punishment. Because you have never felt so flustered in your life.

Simon takes off his mask and his gloves, throwing them aside like they offended him. In one swift move, he wraps you in his arms and rolls under the sheets.

At this point, you're pretty sure this is all a dream. No way Simon Riley would cuddle you in his bed, tuck you in, and hold you while you nap. "This is crazy," you whisper to yourself.

"I sleep easier when you're near," he says, breath brushing your ear. "Just... let me have this. I'll order takeout when we wake up."

You nod, turning in his arms so you can face him. "This is surreal," you tell him.

"I know." He presses his lips to your forehead. "I know it is."

"This is comfy," you admit, nudging your nose against his chest.

"Just sleep," he says, almost a command. "No nightmares when you're here."

You quiet down, allowing Simon to cuddle you to sleep. Maybe sleeping in his bed wasn't such a bad idea, especially since you ended up in his arms. You don't mind so much. In fact, you think you like being held by him.

Part II

Part III

[sirenmoth]

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.

———————————————————————————

HEYY! so this was more of a precursor to another blurb, so i’ll link that below! love youuu!

[sirenmoth]

rudy x subby!reader 🦌 (🌽 link)

alternative link

i think people tend to forget that my man rudy right here is a sergeant major. he is in a position of power but doen't tend to get shown. maybe it's because of the way he gets portrayed, but yeah, that's a little detail you should keep in mind.

because an important man of this man's job is disciplining fellow soldiers, advising superiors and making sure that people understand their orders. and he loves obedient soldiers. well, and others as well, not just soldiers.

specifically, rudy loves how much of an obedient lil' thing you are. always making sure that his cock is nice and wet, covered with either your saliva or with arousal, and that he's pleasured. making sure that he gets to cum every single day. gotta make sure our sergeant major gets well deserved relaxation.

no care about the place, for example, that you are in the middle of a popular hike route, where there's people walking by every few minutes. he orders you to get on your knees and suck him off, so you do. pulling his cock out of his sweats and allowing him to use your pretty mouth. your lips wrapped around him as the thrusts into it, tongue dragging against the underside of his cock and spit connecting your mouth and his shaft every time he pulls aways.

like he's so lewd and it just doesn't get talked about...

[sirenmoth]

The idea of the boys thinking “what a privilege it is to be loved by you.” Because all they can think that if the guys had the chance to tell the person they cared about the most whatever you could say one last time, would they take the chance or no? To your boys, you are more than a mere person, you are a concept and vision to make true! You are their dream darling that has many different names, you’re cute and delicate like a bunny, small and sweet like a belladonna lily, you’re truly precious like a blessing from the skies. But you are also a monster, you’ve got the eyes and smile of a hungry snake, the jaws of an anglerfish, almost like you aren’t is from this world...but your boys just can't help but fall in love with you, huh?

Love happens in many ways but most importantly, love makes you do crazy things in life…

[sirenmoth]

fingering w/ghost 👻 (🌽 link)

alternative link

another day of defending the fact that ghost doesn't really show his love through words but rather does it through actions. he might not be one to tell you that he loves you, but he will hug you tightly and kiss you all over.

with that, that does in no way mean that he doesn't have nasty ideas and that his hands don't tend to lurk. my biggest take is that he has hidden his dirty intentions behind giving you a massage of some sorts before.

making you get naked and lay on your stomach as he rubs some oil bewteen his hands to warm it up. massaging your back and legs. his fingers hitting the right spots. except his hands go a little to high on your legs, tips brushing against your cunt, groping your ass with the excuse to help with the tension.

next thing you know, you are sitting between his thick thighs, two meaty digits of his k knuckle deep inside of your cunt, your walls stretching around them, curling to hit the spongy spot inside of you. or maybe drawing eights on your clit rapidly, until you come undone.

he could give you massages more often, you wouldn't complain, wouldn't you? ;)