#Reader is furniture

[cursingtoji]

going furniture shopping with toji and getting intrigued by his sudden interest on the kitchen island

“hm no” he says after 5 seconds analyzing the third one in the store.

“what’s the problem with that one? the material is good, not too expensive…” you like it and so far you have no idea what his criteria is.

“too tall”

“too tall? isn’t it a good thing? fits more stuff and—” he moves behind you pressing your pelvis to the counter and lightly forcing your back down until you’re on your elbows.

“too. tall.”

“oh”

now you get it.

you clear your throat, and readjust yourself looking around to see if someone else understood toji’s plan.

you two move in silence to the next display and that one unfortunately had some people around analyzing the cabinets, so you sneakily started to pretend to be very interested in the material of the counter, forgetting your previous criteria completely by now.

then you get on your elbows again and look behind you for his approval, smirking at the sight of Toji rubbing his chin while looking at your ass and the your pelvis angle.

“perfect, we’ll take it”

[semisolidmind]

I'd like to ask for a family photo of Angel with their found family. Kissy and Poppy included if you please.

a photo found on the bedside table of an upstairs bedroom of a long abandoned house in the woods. the owner was a recluse who supposedly died on the property.

it's strange... what are those things? like old toys that were popular a long time ago, but; they look too... alive to just be toys.

[wttcsms]

domesticity with nanami is him leaving you a kiss on your forehead before he leaves for work; you’re still asleep, and he has to be in the office bright and early. it’s you packing him lunch with notes written on heart-shaped sticky notes, telling him to have a good day! i love you! it’s the way he says your name after a long day at the office, on an exhale, and it would be almost like a sigh if he didn’t sound so relieved when he says it, like just the sight of you, just the sound of your name, shoots life right back into his system. it’s him having you pick out his tie for work, and he’s fully capable of tying it himself, but even when you struggle to do so, having to get on your tiptoes to even reach, he loves how his tie looks (crooked, loosely knotted) when it’s you doing it for him. it’s you reading the books he hasn’t had the time to get to, and it’s him listening intently as you summarize everything that happens in it. it’s your name with a heart next to it in his contacts; no one else has something so special and unprofessional saved in his phone contacts. it’s buying stuff from ikea and sitting pretty while he rolls up his sleeves and starts assembling it for you. it’s comfort and security in knowing that you can love someone so much to be satisfied with a simple life.

[moondirti]

going furniture shopping with best friend soap and he makes you bend over everything to see if it’s at a comfortable height (he does not need new furniture)

[clementine-thedestroyer]

I will preach soft dom!Kyle until the day I die. I know he’d let you just kneel for him for hours- whatever you needed to let yourself forget that you’re anything but his good girl/boy.

Warnings for general cockwarming nsfw under the cut, along with slight dollification and “baby” as a somewhat degradingly used term of endearment for reader. Reader is gn but probably unintentionally female coded.

Sometimes, he’ll just have you lay your head on his lap and keep quiet. He’ll put a pillow under your knees and make sure you adjust your position every once in a while- all while he works on something or other for his job.

Those times, it often won’t even end sexually. He’ll pick you up and take care of you however you need- be that a shower after a along day of work, a snack and some water, or a quick bathroom trip- then the two of you will usually spend the rest of the night curled up on the couch watching a movie or tucked into bed in the hopes of an early sleep.

But other times, it is sexual. He’ll have you kneel under his desk- usually either with your skin bare to the world or wearing something pretty for him- and warm his cock in your pretty little mouth.

Sometimes he’ll let you take his whole cock into your mouth. He’ll coo and encourage you as you initially choke and gag at the length, and he’ll praise you once you finally manage to adjust to the intrusion- settling down and becoming nothing but a warm, wet, and very willing hole for him.

But other days, he won’t let you take him fully into your mouth. He’ll have you put your chin on the edge of the seat and stick your tongue out for him- keeping your mouth wide open as he rests his weeping cock head on your waiting tongue. He’ll make you keep your mouth open like that for him, drooling and whining around his cock until he’s done working and can reward you for sitting so pretty.

If you’re having trouble keeping your mouth open so wide for so long, you don’t have to worry- Kyle keeps a special gag in the top drawer of his desk for when his baby gets too tired or floaty in their headspace to keep their mouth open. The ring gag isn’t exactly comfortable, but by the time you need it to keep your mouth open, the discomfort barely even registers when he puts it in.

By the end of it, your jaw will ache like something awful, and seat of his chair will be soaked in enough drool and pre-come that it’ll need to be thrown in the wash. But that’s okay, because Kyle keeps a clean rag in his desk for his drooly baby.

Once he’s done, he might let you suck him off like that, but he also might just dump your body onto the bed and fuck you senseless into the mattress.

He’ll take careful care of you after any amount of time kneeling like that, no matter how it ends or whether you two did anything sexual during it. Most of it is done under the rational that you’re going to be helpless after so long on your knee. Your legs have probably fallen asleep, and he certainly doesn’t want you to fall on your face just because you stubbornly insisted you could walk yourself to the bathroom instead of just letting him carry you.

He’ll clean you up if you need it- either with a quick wipe down from a warm washcloth or a bath or shower, depending on how dirty and how out of it you are- and he’ll dress you in some clean pajamas before spending the rest of the night likely cuddling you in some way, shape, or form.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

gojo is soooo husband coded and geto is so wife coded but geto is a Husband and gojo is a Wife…… you wouldn’t get it

[harbingersglory]

i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).