aiseiri
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“And so, like I said,” continued Alejandro, eyes still sparkling with mirth. “Look after those two.”
“I’m not gonna play matchmaker.”
The very idea almost made him laugh out loud. Alejandro did bark a laugh, however, loud enough to earn curious glances from the other three men, who thankfully stood out of earshot of their conversation.
“Por favor no! Though that would be a sight, captain. I simply ask you to make sure they don’t accidentally break their necks on this,”
Price smiled as the rest of the team approached.
“I’ll do my best.”
Glimpses of Ghost and Soap’s relationship, from Price’s perspective, as everyone else clocks they're in love long before they do.
Bookmarked by aiseiri
14 Jul 2026
-
Tags
Summary
John is all bare skin and brimming heat against him, pressed flush and unapologetic. His fingers curl back, gripping Simon’s thigh, nails digging in just enough to leave a mark against the soaked denim. A fucking mark, a claim that makes Simon's head spin. "The fuck are you doing, MacTavish?" Simon grits, voice rough, frayed at the seams.
The man hums, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that sends a sharp bolt of pleasure down the length of Simon's spine. His breath stutters, a jagged inhale at the pressure against his cock.
"The fuck does it look like, Lieutenant?"
"Brat," Simon hisses, fingers curling into the man's damp mohawk, a swift tug as he pulls John's head back toward his chest, those blue eyes clouded with a wicked intent.
"Yeah?" His voice is rough, teasing, Simon’s grip bruising tight on his waist. "And what the fuck are you going to do about it?"
Bookmarked by aiseiri
06 Jul 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Don’t… touch me, Cap,” John wheezes, his fingers curling into claws as he tries to pull at his own vest. The friction of the Kevlar like sandpaper on raw nerves. “I’ll… burn ye.”
“Jesus,” Price murmurs under his breath, but there is no hesitation from Simon, the man stripping off his gloves, tendrils of frost curled around his fingertips.
“Simon,” John grits. “Don’t.”
“You can’t hurt me, Johnny,” Simon murmurs, hands moving to John’s vest, careful movements as helps him rip it off.
For COD Hybrid Week 2026!
- Mates (Day 1)
- Sex Pollen (Day 7)- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 10,083
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 48
- Kudos:
- 1,021
- Bookmarks:
- 157
- Hits:
- 8,292
Bookmarked by aiseiri
06 Jul 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“That’s not bourbon, is it?” John says with half a sneer, earning a small smile from the man in return, eyes full of mirth.
“Only the best,” the man easily responds, taking a sip just to prove a point.
“For a good ol’ boy,” John replies easily enough, watching the man's pink tongue dart out, licking a stray droplet.
“A good boy, hm,” the man echoes, his gaze traveling slowly down John’s frame, a maddening descent. “I don’t know about me,” he adds, a bit softer. “But you, on the other hand —” The man’s mouth curves, the sharp flash of teeth, like a predator lying in wait. “You look like a good boy, yeah?”
---
Or, John MacTavish says he isn't gay. That is, until he meets a man named Simon at a gay nightclub and realizes, maybe he is.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 31,325
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 193
- Kudos:
- 669
- Bookmarks:
- 139
- Hits:
- 6,787
Bookmarked by aiseiri
06 Jul 2026
-
Tags
Summary
He finds himself sorely lacking in a lot of ways (between his father and Kamoshida and a bunch of shit he’s still trying to work through with Maruki, his self esteem’s taken a bit of a hit over the years; fight him about it), but this one thing he knows for sure:
He has a big, big dick.
And honestly, fuck his life about it.
------
or, how Ryuji (and his big, big dick) met Goro (and his very well hidden size kink).
Bookmarked by aiseiri
06 Jul 2026