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Who would win in a fight?
Judy Hopps
Nik
#they fight like they're already married ANASTASIA (1997)
Immortal!reader walking in on Soap and Ghost doing some nasty and kinky shit, door creaking open, everyone pausing, staring at you like raccoons being caught digging through your trash can. You then close the door and leave there house before they can catch and question you (Ghost wanted to strangle you like a sitcom muppet but Soap reframed him)
Queue to now, your casually eating a bowl of cereal, sitting in the ledge of the counter like everything is fine.
Meanwhile, Ghost is practicing fuming under the mask. Soap is also mildly uncomfortable, his eyebrows knitted together. Gaz and Price are just- confused. The room is tense, and the most they can pinpoint is it has something to do with you.
Price chimed up, “Alright, you mind explaining why you too lot are looken like your plannen on killing them in their sleep?”
“Oh, probably just mad I walked in on them whilst they where In each other”
Gaz nearly choked on the tea he was drinking, suppressing his chokes and coughs while Price raised an eyebrow.
“When we gave you a key to our flat, it was only ment for emergency’s.” Soap seethed.
“You didn’t even call before hand.” Ghost add
You shrugged “was dropping something off, plus technically I did text you I was stopping by-“
“Yeah, six hours before” The Scottish man interjected
You waved your hand in dismissal, “yeah yeah, either way I didn’t think you would be home. Was just gonna drop something off- plus you can’t blame me, I didn’t know that was yalls room” ,You said between bits.
You hopped off the counter, starting to wash you dish as you went on "besides, its cute. oh to be young and in love like that"
you turn, drying you hands on your pants as you stared heading out “Reminder, I’ve seen a lot of shit, that wasn’t even bad compared to the things I’ve seen”
You start to head out, not really caring all to much about what the Scott had to say nor if Ghost was still eyeing daggers at you
“Besides, I’ve walked in On Cap and Nik doing worst shit” you mutter, mostly to yourself- though it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Suddenly Price seemed very interested in his cup of coffee. Gaz now wonders if he should reconsider giving you that spare key as well- that and if you had seen him doing anything.
The one thing that everyone took out of this, is they need to start locking there doors more.
#married
john price who loses a bet and has to try on heels for a night.. only for him to realize he loves walking in them?
even if he started off all wobbly.. price wants to keep using them. so he does. in private.
on nik and kyle.
poor kyle is strapped to the cuck chair while he’s watching nik go down on price, the cap’s beefy ass thighs around the russian’s face. legs propped up on shoulders with the prettiest black red bottoms kyle has EVER seen.
nik who gets to watch kyle put his husband in a mating press, the color of red peeking ever so slightly from his heels. nik who palms himself through his cock while he watches his husband’s controversially young bf pound into his ass.
oh, price definitely steps on their dicks. just for him to prove who’s in charge, despite frequently being fucked by nik and kyle.
Nik really, really likes to get you high.
Keep you seated on his lap, one big hand on your thigh, thumb idly stroking up and down your skin while the other nurses a blunt. He doesn't smoke much himself, but god, he loves how cute you are when you're high, so he just keeps bringing it to your lips, another one, kotik, just one more big breath for me again and again until you're doped up and limp against him, his chest solid and strong and warm.
He likes you like this. Likes you most ways, but especially like this, high out of your mind and floating, kittenish in the way to cling to him and nuzzle against him, humming softly in pleasure when he presses a kiss to the side of your head. Spoiled rotten. You're a spoiled little thing and he can't help the way his hand begins to creep its way up up up your thigh until he's toying with your clit, absentmindedly stroking through your folds to gather up the wetness.
He likes to fuck you with his fingers when you're crossfaded. Soft little sounds escaping you when he stretches you lazily with his fingers, cooing soft praise to you that he's not even sure you hear.
Adorable.