#househusband

[tanema123]

He is "effectively retired"...

[temiizpalace]

☆┊DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND..

SUMMARY: little things he does that remind you you’re going to marry him someday.

CHARACTERS: all dorms (-ortho)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

reader gender is not mentioned, reader is not mentioned to be yuu

MAKING YOU MEALS

he makes sure you eat RIGHT. no more skipping meals throughout the day on his watch. every lunch he’ll make you a cute little bento box so you don’t have to wait in line. and when i say cute, i mean cute. it doesn’t matter what gender you are your rice balls will have cat ears. dinner? come over to his dorm and he’ll make something for you. don’t feel like it? he’s going to your place and cooking there. breakfast? he makes something quick yet delicious for you. he’s like your own private chef, and you can only imagine what it’d be like to see a ring on his finger someday.

trey, ruggie, azul, jamil, lilia (good luck), silver

CLEANING YOUR ROOM (and everything else)

it doesn’t matter if your room is messy, tidy, or anything in between, every month he’ll make sure it is SPOTLESS. is there dust on your shelves? nuh uh. are there random stains on your floor that you thought were impossible to get out? he’s rushing to your rescue and somehow got the stain out. did you not want to go through your homework? everything is suddenly organized in its respective subject, going from A-Z. you’ve never seen your room so tidy before, it was like an epiphany. please just marry him on the spot, he’s begging.

riddle, deuce, jade, jamil, vil, sebek

LEAVING LITTLE POST-IT NOTES ON YOUR BELONGINGS

without fail, you’ll find a cute little sticky-note on your almost all of your belongings. sure, it gets annoying once in awhile, but reading the sweet message on it changes your mind almost instantly. “you’re going to do great today! stay strong. :)” “don’t forget to drink water! love you 🫶” “can we go out soon? my treat. text me when u see this!” it’s almost frightening to see how much yellow papers you keep inside your desk every time you opening it, but can anyone really blame you? you’re going to keep these til the day you die, and that grand total might be at the very least over 100,000.

ace, deuce, cater, jack, floyd, kalim, epel, rook

RANDOM GIFTS

expect to see a neatly wrapped gift on your doorstep almost every week. seriously. it’s like a delivery service except the company is literally your boyfriend. “dear, did you get me this?” you ask as you enter the room. he looks up from his phone as he looks at the expensive name brand sweatshirt in your hands. “yeah.” he answered so nonchalantly!! like sir!!! this sweater was 1000000 thaumarks!! what!! while you do appreciate the gesture, you feel bad he’s spending so much money on you. he doesn’t care though!! he’ll spoil you rotten til your very last breath.

leona, azul, floyd, kalim, vil, idia, malleus

PREPPING YOU SNACKS

depending on who this is, he may not be some gordon ramsay level chef, but he’s definitely more than happy to cut you a some apple slices while you study. sometimes he’ll come into your room with a backpack full of your favorite snacks just left at the side of your desk so you can reach down and grab the one you want to eat that day. sometimes all you need is an energy boost and he’s more than happy to make some coffee or tea for you if you’re busy. he’ll press a kiss or two on your forehead before placing the plate of beautifully cut fruit down and continuing on with his day and going back to his thoughts. now, what will the theme of your wedding be?

ace, deuce, trey, jade, jack, jamil, epel, malleus

A/N: notice how jamil and deuce are in almost every category. (sorry this one was kinda rushed 😭😭)

date published: 7/30/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[chuckuddin]

husband

[wallflowergirl2006]

NSFW - House Hubby

Imagine your pathetic needy house husband who was crying when you left him to go to work. He is such a sweetheart but he’s so very clingy and pathetic. He quite literally yearns for you when you're at work. Waiting and counting the seconds when you’d get home. When you finally get home he’s smothering you with hugs and kisses. He’s all over you.. Tell him he’s a good boy after all he cleaned the whole house, made you dinner and looked after the pets/kids. He’s such a good husband which is why you reward with the best pegging of his life. He’s gripping the sheets so tightly while whines and groans escape his pretty lips. Tears in his eyes as you praise him for taking your strap so well. After you're done with he’s so tired and he has the most blissful expression on his face. You just love him so much and he loves you as well.

[myloveobbsessed]

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Character: Tomioka Giyu x fem reader

Prompt: he's your househusband

Notes: Modern AU

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Househusband Giyu!: who doesn't mind staying at home and doing all the housework. He actually finds it quite relaxing.

Househusband Giyu!: who wakes up early to make breakfast and pack you a lunch. Putting a small sweet note inside that says “I love you” or “have a nice day”.

Househusband Giyu!: who listens intently giving you his full attention when you go on about how you day was as he massages your shoulders.

Househusband Giyu!: who prepares you're favorite meal and a hot relaxing bath. When he knows you had a long day at work.

Househusband Giyu!: who does all the grocery shopping. Always grabbing youre favorite snacks while he's there.

Househusband Giyu!: who's apart of a knitting circle. Comprised of four grandmas and him.

Househusband Giyu!: who enjoys knitting you lots of things. Such as scarfs, gloves, hats, and sweaters. And can't help the smile and small blush that creeps up on his face when seeing your reaction to them.

Househusband Giyu!: who you discuss about having a baby with. To which he agrees to with a small smile and nod.

Househusband Giyu!: who stays by your side during your pregnancy. The care for you increased ten fold him not wanting you to lift a finger.

Househusband Giyu!: who you know have two beautiful daughters with. giyu now having something else to fill his usual quiet day with.

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[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Writing a househusband!Jason Todd to confort me before my classes start bc this semester is going to be shit

[lynchs-finch]

Ross Lynch Imagine - The Lost Art Of House Husbandry

Dating a popstar comes with more than a few benefits, but the one you expected least was a de facto house husband.

Though his music was work–just as hard as yours, in fact–Ross's irregular schedule left him with a lot of free time during the business week. In his single life, this meant any time he wasn't at the gym or out with friends was spent on his PS5 grinding Apex or Overwatch. Now that it's just him and you, though, he's gradually picked up more and more of the slack around the house.

It began with Ross just knocking out the laundry since it was there, letting the machines run while he relaxed. Then, while he picked up clothes around your room, he started picking up anything else out of place, including dishes. While he was at the sink, he figured one day, he might as well wash them since they were piling up anyhow. And, since he had cleaning supplies out anyway, he could go ahead and give the kitchen a quick spot clean before you came home.

Over the weeks this happened, Ross noticed the immediate change in your mood. It wasn't like you did all the chores to begin with, but coming home to a clean house each day rather than watch it grow dirtier and dirtier each afternoon did wonders for your psyche.

Surprised at how much you appreciated this little change of his, Ross started looking for other ways to brighten your day. The most obvious thing for him to do was buy a cookbook and start putting warm dinners on the table for you each night, but that's far from where he stopped. Soon after, you started finding flowers on your nightstand and little heart-shaped notes and chocolates around the house. Your crusty old doormat got replaced with a custom made one welcoming you home. On occasion, he lift you up out of nowhere and takes you to the car, taking you to some five-star restaurant just because.

Secretly, you hope he'll greet you in a maid dress someday, but your greatful for all he's done regardless.

A Little More Ross...

[whimsijoy]

need to write my men as house-husbands… having heart palpitations at the thought of steve harrington having dinner cooked and READY for me after a long day’s work… mhm mhm

[phongdraws]

I started reading The Way of the Househusband..

[roguecorvidlover]

Want her to slap my butt and grope me while I'm making her breakfast, pretty plz with chocolate chip pancakes

[kitkatmochi]

Yan! Darling: how hard is it to just take what is yours when you're denied your birth right?

Yan! Darling: That's simply what I did, dear, why are you so afraid?

Yan! Darling: It is what a sensible woman would do when she's told that she can't have her father's company simply because she's a woman

Yan! Darling: and you? You don't deserve it, you won't get it, so what if I had to murder that old fart?

Yan! Darling: look what I have now... a pretty little househusband... and my own company, and I would burn the world if God were to take either away from me.

[heian-era-househusband]

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Call me the Hubs.

30 going on ancient • He/Him/Babygirl

Not sure how I got here, but I've been entrusted, forced I've been forced, to guard this page.

Inbox is open, but I speak mostly in math. Asks submitted in binary code and/or formulaic expression will be answered first *if at all*. Beeps and boops are also acceptable.

Mostly here to support my wife. I have been known to like the occasional post. Reblogging causes me physical pain. (But we're working on it! -Yuri) The lurk game is strong.

Apologies in advance if you've chosen to follow. Not much to offer in the way of content. When I'm not at work (playing rocket scientist! -Yuri), or mowing the lawn, my time is devoted to loving my wife.

[shizuturnspages]

Here’s an idea: yan!Thoma’s darling “escapes” (aka musters up enough courage to not be stopped by the guilt and manipulation) and he does not stop them from leaving. Then they find out the hard way you need to have a job to bring food to the table, that stuff costs mora, and that they don’t really have anyone else to help them out. They then proceed to realize they were being unreasonable and “took Thoma for granted” and…they end up having to grovel at his feet to have him take them back in, and he does because of course he knew this was all a tantrum for his attention and-. Please tell me you see my vision

I love your idea!!! It's so different from the usual yandere plots. I tried my best to write this according to what you requested, so here you go <3

You’ve thought about leaving for a while now. It’s not that easy, though, is it? Every time you so much as entertained the idea of walking out that door, something stopped you. Guilt? Maybe. Fear? Definitely. But today’s different. You’ve finally worked up the courage—or maybe just enough desperation—to do it. Your heart pounds in your chest as you grab the few things you can, shoving them into an old, beat-up backpack. The house is quiet, too quiet, as if it knows what you're about to do.

Thoma's not around. He hasn’t been for a few days now, which is probably why you think you’ve got a chance. You tell yourself that he doesn’t control you, that you don’t need his permission to leave, even though deep down, you know that’s bullshit. He’s not physically here, but you still feel him everywhere, like a shadow that clings to your every thought.

With your hand on the doorknob, you take a breath, the kind of breath that says, this is it. You pull the door open and step outside. For the first time in a long time, you feel the cool air on your skin, untainted by his presence. You’re free, or at least, you tell yourself that.

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Days go by, and at first, the feeling is almost euphoric. You’re out. You’ve done what you thought you couldn’t. Hell, maybe you were even a little proud of yourself. But then the reality sets in.

Turns out, freedom isn’t what you thought it would be. The little money you managed to scrape together is already running low. You find yourself standing in line at some dingy convenience store, counting out change just to buy a loaf of bread and a few cans of whatever was cheapest. You think back to the meals Thoma used to make—how he always had the kitchen stocked, how you never had to worry about going hungry. You shake your head, trying to force those thoughts away. You left him for a reason, didn’t you?

The first night you spend alone is in a rundown motel that smells like stale smoke and old regrets. The bed is lumpy, and the sheets are thin, but you tell yourself it’s better than being back there. You toss and turn for hours, sleep refusing to come. And when you finally drift off, the dreams are relentless. Thoma’s voice, his face, his hands—they’re all there, reminding you that he’s still got a hold on you, even when he’s not around.

When you wake up, you’re more exhausted than before, but you push through. You have to. You start looking for a job, figuring that it’s the next logical step, right? Independence means paying your own way. But it’s not as easy as you thought. Applications go out, but the phone never rings. Days pass, and that knot in your stomach tightens a little more with each rejection.

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It’s around the two-week mark that things really start to fall apart. Your money’s almost gone, and you’re still jobless. You haven’t eaten a proper meal in days, and the constant gnawing in your gut feels like it’s going to swallow you whole. You’re tired, so damn tired, and not just physically. It’s like a weight pressing down on your chest, making it harder to breathe with every passing day.

You think about him more often now. Not just in your dreams, but during the long, silent hours when there’s nothing to distract you from the void you’re sinking into. You remember the way he’d look at you, those dark eyes that seemed to see right through you, that smile that always seemed a little too knowing. And you hate yourself for it, but a part of you starts to miss it. Miss him.

What the hell is wrong with you?

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Eventually, your situation becomes desperate enough that you swallow what little pride you have left. You call the one person you swore you wouldn’t. It takes a few tries, but finally, the line clicks, and his voice—his voice—comes through the phone, smooth and calm, like he’s been expecting this call all along.

“Hey.”

You don’t say anything at first. Your mouth is dry, and your throat tightens up. But he doesn’t rush you. He never does. He knows you’ll speak when you’re ready.

“I, uh…” You hate how shaky your voice sounds, hate that you’re even having this conversation. “I need help.”

Silence on the other end, but you can almost feel his smirk through the phone. When he finally speaks, it’s like velvet wrapping around your brain, pulling you in.

“Of course you do.”

You grit your teeth, hating how easy it is for him to sound so… smug. Like he knew this was coming from the start. And maybe he did. Maybe deep down, you did too. But that doesn’t make it any easier to hear.

“Can we… can we talk?” Your voice cracks on the last word, and you cringe at how weak you sound.

He doesn’t hesitate. “Come home.”

Home. That word. It’s like a knife twisting in your gut because the truth is, you don’t even know where home is anymore. But you agree, because what else can you do?

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When you show up at his door, it’s like you never left. The house looks exactly the same. The air even smells the same, like the world had been frozen in time while you were gone. Thoma opens the door, and there’s that smile again—the one that always made you feel like he knew something you didn’t.

“You look like shit,” he says, but there’s no malice in his tone. In fact, there’s a strange tenderness in his eyes, something that makes you want to collapse into his arms right then and there.

“I know,” you mutter, looking down at your feet, unable to meet his gaze. You don’t want to see the pity—or worse, the satisfaction—there.

He steps aside, and you walk in, your legs feeling like they’re made of lead. The house is warm, and instantly, you feel a strange sense of comfort. Like sinking into a bath after standing out in the cold for too long. He doesn’t say anything as he leads you to the kitchen, where the smell of food hits you like a punch to the gut. Your stomach growls loudly, and you flush in embarrassment.

“Sit,” he says, gesturing to the table. You do as you’re told, because what choice do you have?

He sets a plate of food in front of you—something simple, but it smells like heaven. You don’t even wait for him to sit down before you start shoveling it into your mouth, too hungry to care about manners.

Thoma watches you, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the counter. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin. It’s suffocating and comforting all at once.

“You know,” he finally says after a long silence, “I didn’t stop you from leaving.”

You freeze, fork halfway to your mouth. Slowly, you look up at him. There’s something in his eyes now—something dark, something that makes your stomach churn.

“Yeah, I noticed,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, like he expected that answer. “I knew you’d come back.”

It’s a simple statement, but the weight of it crushes you. You want to argue, want to tell him that you could’ve made it on your own if things had been different. But the truth is, you’re not sure you believe that anymore.

He steps closer, and you can’t help but flinch, even though you know he’s not going to hurt you. He kneels in front of you, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

“You threw a tantrum,” he says softly, like he’s explaining something to a child. “But I knew you’d come back. You always do.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill over. You don’t want to cry in front of him. Not again. But the exhaustion, the hunger, the shame—it all comes crashing down on you, and before you know it, you’re sobbing, your shoulders shaking with the force of it.

Thoma doesn’t say anything. He just watches, his hand resting on your knee, a silent reminder of his presence.

And you hate him for it. But more than that, you hate yourself.

[pretty-little-fools]

[touya-and-crim]

My husband has been acting like such a little slut recently. I need some new punishment ideas. Something that sticks so he doesn’t get it in his dumb little brain that he’s equal to me.

~Crim~

[yoyanisai]

Diluc is the type to cook you food and leave it with a sweet note.

He doesn't have much time to actually prepare you food, so he'd buy you some expensive steak or make Adelinde prepare food for you. But when he has time to spare, Diluc usually cooks something special as a way to express his love. He also leaves little notes like:

"Take care while I'm away. Love you."

"Will be back home soon. Please don't sleep on the couch."

Or just put little reminders like:

"Tomorrow is our anniversary. Be ready for a surprise."

I like the idea of a househusband au.