#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.

[obito-in-disguise]

| Boyfriend Giyuu headcanons |

Boyfriend Giyuu who hasn’t fully settled into the idea of being in a relationship. Letting someone get so close feels foreign to him, terrifying even, because in his mind, anyone he loves he loses.

Boyfriend Giyuu who, on that note, is fiercely protective. If you’re a Demon Slayer or a Hashira, he refuses to let you go on missions alone. He’s always nearby, shadowing your steps, ready to intervene at the first sign of trouble. If you’re a civilian, it’s even worse. He declines long missions after you start dating, assigning someone he trusts (poor Tanjiro) to watch over you when he can’t. Heaven help them if they slip up and something happens to you on their watch, Giyuu will put them through weeks of grueling training as punishment.

Boyfriend Giyuu who does all this because he physically cannot bear the thought of losing someone he loves again. If he’s let you into his life, you’ve become his priority, and he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure you’re safe.

Boyfriend Giyuu who pretends not to care about your affection but gets so grumpy the moment you forget his daily good morning or welcome-back kiss. “So… you’ve decided you don’t love me anymore.” His tone is deadpan, but the slight pout at the corner of his lips gives him away “What?!”

Boyfriend Giyuu who bats your hand away any time you try to initiate PDA. But later that evening, he’s wrapped around you like a koala, his face buried in your tummy, arms locked tightly around you. His silent glare dares you to complain about his hypocrisy.

Boyfriend Giyuu who secretly loves when you leave little trinkets or items at his place. His once barren apartment slowly starts looking homier, softer, little touches of you filling the empty space. (Seriously, did you see how empty his house was in that one episode? get some furniture damn #psycho. At least we know where Kim K got her inspiration from)

Boyfriend Giyuu who completely suffocates you in his sleep. He wraps his limbs around you so tightly, practically lying on top of you, like a human blanket. You like to tease him that his subconscious is just making up for all the affection he represses during the day.

Boyfriend Giyuu who is surprisingly tender despite his cold, aloof exterior. Gentle touches, small but thoughtful gifts, and quiet acts of service speak volumes about how much he loves you, even when he doesn’t say it out loud.

Boyfriend Giyuu who loves you more than words can express. And even if he doesn’t always know how to show it, he hopes you feel it in the way he holds you, protects you, and stays by your side.

This Giyuu fic has been sitting in my drafts for agesss. I'm slowly slipping out of my current Naruto obsession and back into my kny one. Please expect more Kny headcannons from now on, thnx.

Feel free to check out my other Demon Slayer fics and more stories!

[accidentcache]

Building ikea furniture with touya??? Something I have gots to see. And maybe hawks in the background giving out “advice” and commenting a on the progress.

this could either be so silly or rage inducing

"touya," you palm is flat as you hand it out towards him, holding two pieces of the desk you were currently building together with the other hand, "give me that piece."

touya is currently trying to piece together micellaneous parts together, sitting just off to the side of you. almost like a child being given a toy to keep him occupied while you get the main meat of the work done yourself. after the shelf incident, you were releuctant to let him help you but he wanted to help so bad.

bonding time babe.

i need to work on the mobility in my hands, remember?

you can't keep doing everything for me, i've gotta learn to do some stuff on my own!

well, when you let him build the shelf by himself-- it fell apart the second you tried to put something on it. he kept telling you he really tried, but you weren't convinced.

so you had him hand you the pieces you needed while you put together the desk purchased for his 'office' at home. and quickly you realize that he and keigo had picked out the most difficult desk available at the ikea closest to where the three of you live. you've been cursing in your head for the past twenty minutes to never let those two go furniture shopping without you ever again.

you let go of the two pieces in your hand once you realize they aren't fitting where you think they're going to. they clatter to the floor and touya watches them, barely flinching before his eyes meet yours. "i don't think those go there," he offers, not helping in the slightest.

your eyes narrow. even though he looks cute right now-- his hair has gotten longer since leaving rehab so it hangs in his eyes and he finally let you tie it up in a little pony tail on the top of his head-- you continue to glare at him. "thank you," you say through gritted teeth.

touya smiles-- infuriatingly cute and smug at the same time-- and you turn your head away before he can win you over.

the door to the front of the house opens, keigo kicks the snow off his shoes at the mat by the door before he calls out. the door opening brings a small chill to the rest of the room for a brief moment before it dissipates-- an added warmth of a particular blonde spreading throughout the living room when he leans against the doorway.

a murmur of interest leaves keigo's lips at the sight of you two. touya sits cross legged, fiddling with small screws and nuts, swinging an allen wrench around his fingers with a small smirk spread onto his lips. you look frustrated.

a small grin spread onto his lips. "babe, those pieces don't go together."

your eyes roll back with an agitated growl. "i know!" you can't help but snap at him.

but keigo eggs you on further. he moves more into the room, kneeling to grab a slab of the wood, holding it to the barely put together mess of a desk that is just barely put together in front of you. "this goes here, dove," he teases. "and that piece," he drags a finger along the slab that you had just recently gotten attached, "is on wrong."

you scowl and toss the instructions at him. "you put it together then!"

keigo cackles and touya can't help but chuckle. both of them can't help the way their faces fall however when you stand from your spot however, huffing and muttering to yourself. suddenly they realize you're not going to help put the desk together anymore-- and that's when they both chase after you with apologies and pleas and sweet talk.

does it work? yes. it always does.

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[thegikitiki]

Living Room Decor, 1972

[potatoplace]

Every Time

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: Furniture Shopping 💖

Feysand x Reader

Summary: You and your partners decided that you need a new bed that can fit the three of you.

Warnings: none! ☺️

Words: 509

Author's Note: this one was so fun omg I LOVE making Rhys play dad and having Y/N and Feyre run wild 😂 it brings me so much joy omg. I hope you guys like this one! Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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“I want this one!” You declared as you flopped onto the mattress, spreading your arms out like you were making a snow angel. “It’s cute, it’s comfy, and it will fit all three of us!”

“There’s a canopy…” Rhys said, the frown he was wearing evident in his tone.

You looked up at him, narrowing your eyes. “And what of it? Canopies are fun and whimsical, my dear Rhysie.”

Feyre plopped onto the bed next to you, sighing when she felt how soft the mattress was. “Yeah, Rhys. You always say how you want our lives to be more whimsical,” she said, smiling up at him before patting the space next to her.

Rhys let out a dramatic sigh before lowering himself down. “Well, it’s certainly comfortable,” he admitted after a moment.

“So we can get it?” You asked excitedly, turning onto your side to grin at him. “Please Rhys? Pretty please?" You stuck your lip out into a pout and batted your lashes, for good measure.

Feyre snickered between the two of you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Good luck saying no to that adorable face, Rhys.”

His violet eyes met yours, filled with resolve until they glanced at your lips, melting at the sight of you pouting. “Alright, darling, we can get this bed,” he agreed, and you cheered, leaning over Feyre to give him a big kiss.

“Uh, hey?” Feyre asked when you started pulling away from Rhys, but not moving to give her a kiss. “What about me?”

You rolled your eyes but pressed your lips to hers, loving the way she smiles when you kiss her.

“We can get this bed,” Rhys reiterated, “If the two of you let me pick out a set of pretty new lingerie for you to wear to christen the bed.”

You and Feyre shared a look of excitement. “You offered that as though it was something we wouldn’t let you do anyways, darling,” Feyre giggled as she sat up.

“Of course we’ll do that, Rhysie,” you said.

“Then it’s settled, I’ll go tell an employee,” Rhys said as he stood from the plush bed, throwing one of his signature smirks in your and Feyre’s direction. “The two of you stay here, I don’t want you getting lost, alright?”

You and Feyre nodded, and watched as he walked towards one of the registers.

“You know…” Feyre started, flashing a chaotic grin your way. “I saw a super cute set of dressers, night tables, and a vanity that would look really nice with this pretty, pretty bed.”

You locked eyes with her for a moment before you started giggling. ”Lead the way, Fey,” you said as you stood, taking her hand and letting her lead you to said furniture, the two of you giggling maniacally the whole way.

Rhys returned to the bed only two minutes later, sighing when he saw that the two of you were nowhere to be found. “Every time,” he sighed before looking around, trying to determine what might have caught your collective eye.

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[sleepysoldier]

any arcane X reader fanfic writers in the void I have a request 🙇‍♂️ (maybe I'll try my hand at fanfic writing one day lmao we'll see)

so we know jayce is a big strong lad ... what if reader has idk . maybe like, moved in near him and needs lots of help with furniture, and assembling stuff, maybe building some stuff in the apartment... maybe it's a modern AU idk.... and we get to see our big golden hunk get worked up and sweaty and stuff and get to know each other more as neighbours and it's cute and a little tense rAAAH I'm biting at the bars of my enclosure

[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

[mvst4far]

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James Kelly x pregnant!f!reader

summary: Decorating your dull, lifeless shared house pink behind James' back. warnings: Nothing but pure fluff!

When James unlocks the door to your small, shared two-story home, he was first met with light pink furniture standing out in the dull, modern front foyer. His eyes widens at the sight─pink photo frames which used to be brown, white vases stuffed with flowers which were now a baby pink and a pink timbered shoe rack which was once a light brown. He knew your obsession with pink, but this was definitely too far.

A few weeks earlier, James had granted you the access to decorating very few places however you desired. Your shared bedroom, the bathroom and even the wardrobe. Of course, you painted and changed the furniture to pink, but he didn't expect to try and take over the whole house.

"The fuck?.." He mutters like he was going crazy and possibly just seeing things, blinking slowly to see if it was actually real or just his imagination. And when the pink didn't go away from his piercing blue irises, he rubs the back of his neck and hesitantly calls out for you.

"Uh... babe?" He hadn't even fully stepped in the house yet, just too dumbfounded at the new sudden changes.

After a few moments, he hears your sickeningly sweet voice, "Yeah?"

"Can you come here a sec?" He calls out again, hearing the quiet waddles of your feet against the floor as you entered the entryway.

You were first met with a very, very confused James. He looked scared─even. Like he was being set up for some sick and twisted joke. He always thought pink was too feminine for his liking, and he'd much rather a dark, navy blue. But, James was a very, very weak man for you. Especially since you were holding his child.

You chuckled at his expression, your head tilting. "What's wrong, Jamie?" Your question was filled with innocence, which he knew you were messing with him on purpose.

James clicks his teeth with his tongue, hesitantly stepping fully into the house and letting the door shut behind him. "So, what's up with the pink?" He finally asks what's been bothering his mind, his index finger coming up to point at the new additions to the front hallway.

"Well, the foyer looked a little dead. So, I did what any other person would do and brought it back to life!" You explained happily with a wide smile, shrugging your shoulders and placing your hands on your hips.

He nodded his head along as you explained your reasoning─a quite unreasonable and unrealistic one at that. "And you chose pink?"

"Well, yeah... you're the one who told me I could decorate the house pink if I wanted." You murmured, shifting on your slightly swollen feet.

James sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as you used his own words against him. "Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?" He mumbled, almost to himself.

He took another deep breath in and looked back at the new pink furniture. This was definitely something he would have to get used to. But if it made you happy, it made him happy.

"Well, it looks great, sweetheart." He just accepted his defeat and approached you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You smiled proudly at his appreciation, leaning into his gentle kisses. "Thanks, Jamie,"

James brought his tattooed hand to your growing belly, rubbing the round surface with the pad of his thumb. "You been holdin' up okay?" He asks as he moves to stand behind you, his chin resting at the top of your head while he stares at the new furniture and takes it all in.

"Mhm," You nodded, your back pressing to his chest. "More than okay."

James smiled and continued massaging your belly, his eyes never leaving the entryway. "Damn." Was all he muttered underneath his breath, the baby pink completely bringing the lifeless foyer back to life.