#househusband

[alicedopey]

Master of the House

Fandom: Vikings Pairing: Hvitserk x Plus Size Reader Genre: Modern AU, romance, fluff, smut (because you all know how thirsty Hvitserk is) Words number: 1861 Warnings: Light smut Summary: You come home to your husband after a long day at work. A/N: It was written for the Househusband mini challenge hosted by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You leaned on the door as soon as it closed behind you. The day had been exhausting so the idea that you could finally enjoy some quality time with your little family was making you feel giddy inside. Whatever he had planned for the weekend ahead would be a delight. 

You took off your shoes and sighed in relief when your sole met the warmth of the carpet. What a joy to be finally free from those heels. You let your purse slide down your shoulder and land softly on the floor then you put your jacket on the coat hanger in the entryway. 

The moment you stepped into the living room, you were engulfed in a warm embrace. A fresh pine scent with a touch of musk reached your nostrils and you hugged him back. 

“Good evening, Hvit.” You kissed his cheek.

Hvitserk pulled away and you looked up at him as he was giving you one of his seductive smiles.

“Good evening, babe.” He leaned in and kissed your mouth. His hands lingered on your sides and gently squeezed your flesh. You put your hand on his nape, pulling him closer. Your tongue went past the seam of his lips to kiss him deeper. Hvitserk let out a satisfied groan and his hands wandered all over your body. 

A soft babbling made you break the kiss. Hvitserk groaned with frustration this time but when he looked at you, he was smiling. You smiled back at him and freed yourself from his embrace to take a few steps further into the room.

“And how is my little angel, today?” 

Your baby girl shrieked and held out her hands the second she heard your voice. You cooed at her and picked her up from her playmat.

“Ma! Ma!” Her tiny hands awkwardly squeezed your cheeks. Your heart melted as Ebba looked up at you with those beautiful green eyes full of mischief that reminded you of her father’s. 

“She is good. She was the perfect little angel” Hvitserk tapped her button nose with his fingers and she giggled. “That is, until uncle Ivar paid us a visit and they decided to mess up the whole house.” 

You looked around and saw that the place was immaculate. Since Hvitserk had decided to be a stay-at-home husband, then dad later on, he had made sure everything was in order when you came back home so that you would not have to lift a finger. 

“The house is perfect, Hvit.” You smiled and winked at him. “As it always is.” 

He winked back. “Dinner is almost ready. Why don’t you go and have a shower while I put this little lady to bed?” He tickled her little tummy and took her from your arms as she let out another giggle. 

You nodded and put a kiss on her chubby cheek to wish her a wonderful night before going to the bathroom to freshen up.

When you walked into the dining room, you were welcomed by the pleasant aroma of basil, tomatoes and simmering meat. You took place at the dining table as Hvitserk was serving you a fair amount of his famous pasta al ragu you were so much fond of. The wonderful smell made you salivate with anticipation. You waited for your husband to serve himself a plate and take place on the table next to you before rolling some spaghetti around your fork and put the first bite into your mouth. As soon as the food reached your taste buds, you couldn’t fight the moan that you let escape. 

“That good, huh?” Hvitserk asked, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

 “It’s divine and you know it.” His smile widened as you dived into it again. 

Hivtserk had always been a food lover and growing up, he had turned his love into a passion. He went to culinary school and the two of you met at college because he was also following some business class to fulfill his dream to open his own restaurant one day. Once that dream had been fulfilled, he had let the reigns to his little brother, Ivar. Hvitserk had found out very fast that he loved making food for the ones he loved more than anyone else. He was not the type to be locked up in a kitchen during all day to make money. He wanted to enjoy what he created with his family and friends. 

Hence, just a few days after your wedding, Hvitserk decided he would stop working and take care of your household while you went out being the business manager of a big company. Ivar could deal with the restaurant on his own, Hivtserk just took care of the menu which made him work on his creative side. He would also still help during the busiest nights but he was home most of the time. You were surprised at first, men often felt emasculated by leading such a life. But not your Hvitserk. He reveled in it. He was the perfect fairy of the house or, as he liked to call himself, “master of the house” and he did not care about what his brothers had to say about it. He loved taking care of your household and of your little buddle of joy.

Your pregnancy had been a surprise, but not necessarily a bad one. You had always wanted to be a mother and you knew Hivtserk wanted a big family. After Ebba’s birth, it was obvious for Hvitserk that he would be a stay-at-home father. He knew it would be difficult for you to take a long maternity leave and he did not want you to jeopardize your job position. He was aware the working world was not tender with women. You were grateful for that. For him. 

“All done?”

Lost in your own thoughts, you had not realized you were looking at your empty plate. 

You nodded. “It was great. Thanks, Hvit.” 

Your husband winked at you and stoop up to clear the plates. 

“Let me take care of this and then I will bring you some dessert in the living room.” He leaned in to kiss your lips “Made your favorite.”

You squealed and gave him a kiss. “Chocolate mousse?”

He nodded and stood up to make his way to the kitchen. Sighing contently, you went to the living room. You sat down with relief on your comfortable couch. 

Hvitserk came back a few minutes later with two chocolate mousse bowls. He put on some soft soul music and sat down close to you. 

“Favorite dish, favorite dessert, music…are you trying to seduce me, Mister Ragnarsson?”

“I might be.” He handed you a spoon and a bowl. “Is it working, Mrs Ragnarsson?”

“It might be.” You giggled. “It is always so pleasing to come home and have a wonderful man pampering you after a hard day of work.”

He made a little bow. “Master of the house aims to please everyone, especially his lady.”

You giggled again and leaned over to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Your lady is very pleased.” You took a good spoonful of chocolate mousse and put it in your mouth. Once again, you emitted a loud moan.

Hvitserk smiled proudly again. “How was your day?”

You shrugged. “The usual. Annoying coworkers, demanding clients…but I signed two big contracts today.” You took another spoonful of chocolate mousse. “What about you?”

“Ivar came to spoil his favorite niece once again.”

Ivar always melted in front of Ebba. His harsh demeanor disappeared as soon as his little niece came into view. Maybe it was because she was the only girl amongst a bunch of boys, maybe it was because he claimed she looked like Aslaug. Ivar worshipped your little girl and you would not complain about it. 

“I saw she was wearing a new cute onesie with unicorns.” You swallowed another spoonful of the chocolate delight. “Know where it’s coming from now.”

Hvitserk nodded vigorously to confirm, his mouth full of chocolate. “Add a couple of dresses and many toys to the mix.” He licked his upper lip. “He also asked me to come back to the restaurant again.”

You tilted your head, assessing his words. “What did you say?”

“That I was not interested, as usual.” He licked his lips to wipe off remnants of chocolate.

“Hvitserk, if you want to…”

“Don’t start that again.” He cut you off gently. “I am happy the way we are. I chose this.”

“Yes, but you have every right to want to change that. I wouldn’t want you to regret it.”

He put a finger on your lips. “I don’t regret it. I am happy. You are happy. Our little angel is happy. That’s what matters.”

You smiled and pressed your lips against his finger. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Hvitserk replied before taking your empty bowl from your hands and putting it alongside with his on the coffee table. “Now enough talking, it’s time for some loving.”

He pulled you against him so that you were straddling him, your legs around his hips. He gently pressed his lips on yours, his hands massaged your hips. You put your arms around his neck and drew him closer. His tongue tickled your lips and you gladly let him deepen the kiss. He lifted his pelvis and you could feel him getting hard. You rocked your covered center against his erection and he groaned in your mouth. With one hand, he opened the first buttons of the top of your pajamas and let it slide inside to knead your breast. When he pulled on your nipple, you broke up the kiss to let your head fall backwards and mewl. He rolled your nipple between two fingers and his mouth descended on your exposed neck.

You rocked harder against him. He groaned and bit your neck before pushing you so that you lay down on the couch. He stopped his ministrations on your breasts to full open your shirt. His mouth followed a path down the valley of your breasts. He tenderly nipped your flesh. You smiled as his facial hairs softly tickled your skin and let your fingers run through his hair. His lips went further down. He kissed your soft belly and licked a path all around your navel with his tongue. This simple gesture that made you so nervous at the beginning of your relationship and even more after the birth of your daughter was making you smile now. Hvitserk always found a way to make you feel beautiful and loved. You could never feel insecure around him anymore. 

He made you lift your hips and tugged down on your pajama pants to get rid of them. He lay down so that his head was just against your pussy. You raised your head and watched him licking his lips. “Time for my dessert.”

You lowered your head against a cushion and let out a soft giggle. “Hvitserk…”

He kissed your sex and you exhaled shakily. “Don’t worry, my Lady. You will enjoy yourself too. After all, master of the house aims to please.”

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[jincapableoflove]

the lunchbox delivery | drabble

A PART OF 'THE HOUSEHUSBAND DIARIES' DRABBLE SERIES

pairing: jungkook x (f.) reader

genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff.

summary: jungkook, your soft yet badass househusband, goes on a city-wide mission—apron and all—to deliver the lunch you forgot in your morning rush.

word count: 2.1k+

warnings: flustered husband!jungkook, soft domestic moments, jungkook in a manbun (a warning in itself), office gossip, pda, shy but devoted husband, theyre so in love with each other.

inspired by: the way of the househusband (manga)

a/n: i have so many wips but i had to upload this 😭 i'm working hard on hoc and tggpp i promise. writing this reminded me of jungkook saying he'd make a great housewife while washing dishes in that one weverse live. requests are open for this couple! feel free to send in what ifs and drabble ideas!

the kitchen is bathed in soft golden light as the morning sun peeks through the curtains. it’s quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rhythmic chop of a knife against the wooden cutting board. 

"when i see your face… there’s not a thing that i would change, ‘cause you’re amazing… just the way you are…"

jungkook sings along to just the way you are by bruno mars, his voice a little raspy from sleep but still effortlessly smooth. his lips curl into a small smile as he sways lightly on his feet, the melody slipping from his lips as he focuses on the task at hand.

your lunch.

he carefully scoops a mound of warm, fluffy rice into his hands, the heat seeping into his fingertips. with practiced ease, he shapes the grains, pressing and molding them until they take form—two perfect little bear faces, their tiny ears rounded just right. he sets them down gently into the bento box and tilts his head, inspecting them with a critical eye.

something’s missing.

jungkook reaches for a small sheet of gim, the dark seaweed paper crisp under his fingertips. with a tiny pair of scissors, he delicately cuts out little circles for the eyes, a small curve for the mouth. he sticks them onto the rice bears with chopsticks, making sure they align perfectly.

he grins in satisfaction before moving on to the rest of the bento. rolled eggs sit neatly beside the rice bears, their golden layers stacked just right. a handful of heart-shaped strawberries adds a pop of color, followed by small sausage octopuses lined up like tiny soldiers. the finishing touch, a few neatly arranged kimbap rolls, sliced precisely. 

he carefully closes the sanrio-themed lunchbox, running his fingers over the pastel blue lid where cinnamoroll smiles back at him. he knows how much you love this lunchbox you picked out, giggling over how cute it was in the store.

jungkook double-checks everything, making sure it’s perfectly packed before setting it on the dining table. he even places a pair of your favorite chopsticks next to it, feeling proud of his work.

"when you smile… the whole world stops and stares for a while…"

bam watches from his spot near the couch, his head tilted in curiosity.

"you think she’ll like it, bamie?" jungkook asks, ruffling the dog’s ears. bam wags his tail once in response.

jungkook chuckles. "yeah, she better."

meanwhile, in your room, everything is quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan mixing with the distant chirping of birds outside. the warmth of the blankets wraps around you, and the pillow beneath your head is impossibly comfortable.

suddenly, your phone alarm blares.

your eyes snap open. there’s a beat of silence and then there’s sheer panic.

"shit, shit, SHIT!"

you bolt upright so fast that the blanket tangles around your legs, nearly yanking you back down. your heart pounds as you grab your phone, squinting at the time.

7:45 am.

OH MY GOD.

your early morning meeting.

the realization crashes over you like a bucket of ice water.

you fling the covers off and practically hurl yourself out of bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. toothpaste, face wash, a half-hearted attempt to fix your hair, it’s all done in record time. you throw on your blazer, barely managing to shove your arms through the sleeves as you stumble back into the bedroom.

jungkook, still in his apron over his pajama pants and a loose white t-shirt, leans against the doorframe, watching you with a frown. "you okay, baby?" he asks, his voice thick with confusion. 

"no," you groan, hopping on one foot as you struggle to put on your shoe. "i forgot i have an early meeting today—i’m so late!"

jungkook opens his mouth to remind you that you still have fifteen minutes but you’re already dashing past him.

you snatch up your bag from the couch, nearly knocking over the cushions in the process. your blazer is half-buttoned, your hair is still slightly damp from your rushed washing, and you’re 90% sure you forgot to put on perfume.

jungkook barely gets a chance to say good morning before you spin around, eyes wild, and grab his face between your hands.

his lips part in surprise just as you press a quick, rushed kiss to his mouth.

"i love you—BYE!" you say in a single breath, already turning toward the door.

jungkook blinks. "wait, baby, did you—"

but you’re gone.

the door slams behind you, the sound echoing through the apartment.

for a moment, there’s silence. then, with a small sigh, jungkook resumes his everyday tasks, putting on gloves before turning to the sink. once the last plate is set on the drying rack, he moves on to the laundry, gathering the neatly folded clothes into a basket. 

woof!

bam, lying on his stomach near the couch, lifts his head and barks toward the dining table. his ears twitch, and his gaze flicks toward jungkook as if expecting him to do something. 

jungkook follows his dog’s line of sight.

and there it is.

your cinnamoroll lunchbox, still sitting exactly where he left it. untouched. forgotten.

for a moment, he just stares at it, blinking in disbelief.

then, panic sets in.

"oh, shit."

without wasting another second, jungkook moves. he grabs the lunchbox with one hand and snatches his helmet with the other, practically sprinting toward the door. 

within seconds, he’s outside, straddling his harley davidson, the engine roaring to life beneath him. the wind tugs at the loose strands of his tiny man-bun as he pulls his helmet on, securing it hastily before gripping the handlebars.

the city blurs past in streaks of neon and morning sunlight as jungkook speeds through the streets, the deep rumble of his harley davidson cutting through the early rush hour buzz. he leans into the curves with practiced ease, the sharp black of his leather gloves gripping the handlebars as he weaves between cars. the wind tugs at the loose strands of his hair, his tiny man-bun slightly coming undone beneath the helmet. he looks every bit the part of a street racer, dangerous and intense.

except.

there’s a pink apron still tied snugly around his waist.

and strapped to his back? a cinnamoroll lunchbox filled with rice bears and heart-shaped eggs, all carefully prepared for his wife.

the contrast is almost ridiculous but jungkook doesn’t care. his only mission right now is getting this lunch to you before your day gets too hectic and before you end up skipping your lunch due to your deadlines.

a few pedestrians stop to stare as he flies past, some doing double takes at the sight of a broad-shouldered, tattooed man speeding through the city with a pastel-colored lunchbox clutched under his arm. at a red light, an older woman on the sidewalk squints at him, eyes flitting from his dangerous-looking bike to the cute apron still tied neatly around him.

jungkook pretends not to notice.

but when the guy in the car next to him rolls down his window, giving him a once-over and raising an eyebrow, jungkook lets out a slow sigh before muttering under his breath,

"it’s for my wife, bro."

jungkook strides into the lobby of your corporate office, the heavy glass doors sliding open as he steps inside. the sleek modern interior, polished marble floors and employees in crisp suits moving with purpose make him stick out like a sore thumb.

not because he’s out of place.

but because he looks like the world’s softest yet baddest househusband all at once.

the contrast is undeniable. his back boots echo against the floor, tattoos peeking from under the sleeves of his t-shirt, his posture confident. but then there’s the pink apron still tied snugly around his waist, its soft fabric a stark contrast to his sharp jawline and leather gloves stuffed in his pocket. in his hand, a cinnamoroll lunchbox, clutched almost too carefully as if the very fate of the world depends on its safe delivery.

the receptionist, bright-eyed and clearly entertained, has to stifle a giggle the moment she looks up.

jungkook notices.

his grip tightens slightly around the lunchbox as his ears start burning, a telltale shade of pink crawling up his neck. he clears his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and raises a hand to awkwardly push back the loose strands of his man-bun.

“uh—” he clears his throat again. “i—i’m here for my wife.”

the receptionist blinks, amused. “your wife?”

jungkook nods, shifting uncomfortably. “yeah. y/n, she, uh… forgot her lunch.” he holds up the lunchbox like it’s exhibit a. “can you, um… call her?”

the receptionist definitely giggles this time, eyes flicking between jungkook’s sharp features and the adorable lunchbox in his hands. she doesn’t even bother to hide her amusement when she picks up the phone.

"of course, sir. one moment."

jungkook exhales slowly, standing there, trying so hard not to fidget. his fingers twitch against the strap of the lunchbox, his gaze flicking around the office, avoiding eye contact with passing employees who definitely noticed him.

he swears this is the longest minute of his life.

the moment your receptionist notified you, you practically sprint to the lobby, your heels clicking sharply against the floor as you weave through your coworkers.

jungkook stands near the reception desk, looking utterly adorable despite the fact that he should look completely out of place. his man-bun is slightly messy from the wind, a few strands escaping to frame his face. his fitted shirt clings to his frame just right, tattoos peeking from the sleeve. but then there’s the apron, still snugly tied around his waist, the soft fabric completely at odds with the harley davidson keychain dangling from his fingers.

and in his other hand? your cinnamoroll lunchbox.

your heart melts on the spot.

"jungkook," you breathe, slowing down as you approach him. his big, round eyes lift to meet yours, relief flickering across his face the second he sees you.

"you forgot this," he murmurs, holding out the lunchbox like it’s the most important thing in the world.

something about the way he says it makes your chest ache with warmth. without thinking, you grab the lunchbox and then, before he can react—

you kiss him.

right there.

in front of everyone.

jungkook stiffens instantly, his brain short-circuiting as your lips press against his. it’s quick but firm, filled with gratitude and affection, and when you pull away, his expression is priceless.

his ears are so red.

actually, scratch that—his entire face is red. his doe eyes blink rapidly, mouth opening and closing like he wants to say something but can’t.

a few feet away, the receptionist giggles. several coworkers definitely noticed. someone even lets out a low whistle, murmuring, “damn, wish my wife loved me like that.”

jungkook malfunctions.

“i—y-you—” he stammers, gripping the back of his neck. “y-you didn’t have to—uh—”

you grin up at him, amused by the way he’s physically incapable of forming a proper sentence. “i did have to.” you shake the lunchbox playfully. “you came all the way here just to bring me this. what kind of wife would i be if i didn’t thank you properly?”

jungkook sputters, still blushing furiously. “b-but—”

you kiss his cheek this time, just for good measure.

his soul leaves his body.

the moment jungkook steps out of the office, the gossip erupts.

“oh my god, that was adorable.” “who knew your husband was such a softie?” “damn, does he have a brother?” “i swear, that was straight out of a drama.”

you shake your head, grinning as you make your way back to your desk, ignoring the knowing looks and teasing winks from your coworkers. no matter how much they tease, you don’t care because honestly? you love how much they saw. you love that they know just how sweet your husband is.

as you sit down, you run your fingers over the lunchbox, warmth blooming in your chest. jungkook had woken up early just to make this for you, chased you down just to deliver it. it wasn’t just about the food, it was about him, the way he always thought of you, always made sure you were taken care of. 

at lunchtime, you carefully open the box, and the sight of the tiny bear-shaped rice makes your heart clench. he even arranged everything neatly, just how you liked it.

with a giddy sigh, you pick up your phone and type out a quick message.

you: you are the best husband in the world i love u sooo muchh 😭💖

a few seconds later, your phone buzzes.

kookie 🎀🐰 : damn right i am. you better eat all of it.

you roll your eyes, chuckling to yourself as you take your first bite, savoring the meal he made with so much care.

yeah. you were so lucky.

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[tuna-jsgross]

Donny being a helpful househusband while Dr.Boyfriend goes to work 💀

(why does it look blurry unless you click for the full view? new to tumblr, if there’s a way to fix it.. help😭) EDIT: Thank you for your replies to my question! You all are very nice :]

[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

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[obedientbat]

aspiring boywives/househusbands i see you. may you find someone who treats you like their precious little boywife/househusband and fucks you like a whore <3

[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.

[chuckuddin]

husband

[creativemess33]

Harvey cooking something special for his farmer :)

Art by me inspired by reference

[poundcaakeess]

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𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 who was extremely pissy about becoming a househusband. He originally was gonna do the working, but after almost getting himself into prison 40 bajillion times and you being tired of barely having enough money to bail him out every time you finally submitted to the inevitable, got a job and banned him from leaving the house. Essentially putting him on house arrest.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 who fucks you til your brain is working overtime to keep you awake, drilling his hips into you like he hates you or something. Snuggling his palm into your back rolls to make you arch harder as his balls smack against your puffily gorgeous clit. Sticky strings breaking and rebuilding themselves to make a slimy storm between your horny bodies. He almost can’t bring himself to get mad when he watches his cum stick to your ass and his hips in the same sticky strings as the smaller ones from the abuse of his almost abnormally large ballsack against your clitoris. He’ll lean down ‘n’ whisper: ‘you’ve got some nerve.. putting me on house arrest like this, think yer some kind of authority?’ In such a low raspy voice it makes you cum on the spot, you can’t say anything to him, just utter a nasty moan and let him cum inside of you for the what seemed like millionth time of the night.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 who cooks dinner and begrudgingly enjoys the tiny smily toddler he plays with day to day. The only small solace he had to keep him sane while under this permanent house arrest, when he’s playing with the toddler in question (y’all give me name ideas for this child) he can’t even be mad. He’s just confused, how can a toddler never be frustrated at his abc’s? He just can’t wrap his large cranium around the thought. The little thing just looks at the ‘C’ shaped block, tilts his head and smiles. Ryomen and only sigh and let a faint smile creep up onto his lips.

When you get home 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 already has dinner ready since he was just so damn bored and is now napping with your son napping as well on his back. They both look so peaceful you can’t even wake him. You couch down by the couch, and cross your arms over your knees, smile softly and tuck your curls behind your ear to kiss the beauty mark on Sukuna’s cheek. One of the many things about him that made him stand out amongst other men.

When 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 wakes up later to find you running the house in your night time attire and chasing down a naked toddler. His bewilderment increases again. All the events of his days have become twisting strings of never ending events, but he just knows by the slight tightening of his boxers under his sweats that he can’t wait to get you in bed. Watching you hug your tits with your arm as you pant, a look stretched between frustrated and amusement at the toddler on your face. The child seemed dead set on not bathing even though he was drenched in water. Ryomen sits up and leans back against the couch as you cuss under your breath and look to see where the little gremlin ran off too now.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 When all the battling with a water flinging child is done and everyone’s settling in as the night grows dark and old. You tuck yourself into bed next to Ryomen who’s laying on his side facing you. He raises a brow. Still hard and ready to fuck. But you looked tired and he reluctantly turned over once he realized you passed out merely moments after getting into bed. He’s not used to you being this tired, he knows it’s a result of your work, despite all the vigorous love making he wants to do he just can’t wake you for that. You’d probably hit him anyway. Only to find himself rutting his hips against your ass deeper into the night in his sleep. When he feels the cum sticky and hot in his boxers he finally wakes up, painfully hard and your lower back covered in his cum as you slept, blissfully unaware. He peaks under the covers, he can’t see anything, he just knows that he wants it. Seeing the mess he’s already made, he lets out a shuttery breath and places a hand on your waist, dragging you closer without waking you.

It’s only after you’ve woken up and landed yourself riding needy 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 with a frustrated look on your face, the kind of frustration that comes from not being able to cum no matter how hard you try. That kind. Sukuna though, he’s just watching his gorgeous wife bounce on the pads of her feet, sweat glistening on his forehead as he listens to the absolutely sinful sounds resonating from between the two of you, your brief and airy moans, complete with stuttering hums as you shift to your knees and start to rock your hips back and forth. Hands planted on his chest and his reaching up to you with yours, poking your swollen areoles before poking the tips of his index fingers into the middle. He pinches and prods them until they unsheathe themselves, you’re whimpering as quietly as you can as he raggedly breathes, watching your head lull back from how good it felt. Shockwaves of pleasure racking all of your being, ‘Shh, don’t wanna wake up the li’l bastard do you?’ He pants out as one of his large and rough palms reaches further to snatch your jaw and force you to stare into those ruby red pupils corroded with desire and the need to make you cum on his stomach.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 who when he finally gets what he needs from you he cleans you up, feeling slightly guilty for unintentionally waking you up knowing you have work tomorrow and trudges tiredly to the couch knowing you were gonna send him away by the look on your face. You were happy to get off, yeah, you’ve been a little frustrated, but that was uncalled for and now you’re mad at him. Only then did you get some good sleep.

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𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄'𝐒 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 . jus a lil sum i conjured up in my smut factory is all.. req open for nearly anything 💗

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｈｏｕｓｅｈｕｓｂａｎｄ

Ｇｉｙｕ

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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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[nagislut]

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!

𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉/ℱ𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-who will try and help around the house by cooking in cleaning only to get confused and almost set the house on fire

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-who decorated the house for your birthday (with reos help of course) only for him to accidentally buy you a gender reveal cake

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-will pounce on you when you get home from work asking how your day was and if you needed anything like snacks or cuddles.

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-will help you with your stress by eating you out and fingering your little cunt that makes him go crazy

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-who loves going up to you from behind and squeezing your tits while your cooking dinner for him

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-who will constantly beg for you two guys to have kids but you always tell him “how do you wanna have kid but you can’t even take care of yourself babe” he gets a whiny telling you he will become less lazy and proceed to clean the house for you

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-will get really excited when you announced you were pregnant buying you tons of gifts and spoiling you lots saying his kid is going to be a pro soccer player

ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓃𝒶ℊ𝒾!-who changed completely when you gave birth to his kid spoiling the both of you with new clothes and bought him soccer theme stuff for his room.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

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

[jincapableoflove]

the househusband diaries | drabble series masterlist

pairing: jungkook x (f.) reader

genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff.

summary: a series of drabbles featuring househusband jungkook and office worker reader.

a/n: the fics in this drabble series do not have to be read in order! each fic can be read as a stand-alone.

TAGLIST OPEN!

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. the lunchbox delivery: jungkook, your soft yet badass househusband, goes on a city-wide mission—apron and all—to deliver the lunch you forgot in your morning rush.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "you asked me to choose": after a long, exhausting day at work, there’s nothing better than coming home to jungkook’s warm embrace.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "you asked me to choose" pt.2 : after a long, exhausting day at work, there’s nothing better than coming home to jungkook’s warm embrace.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. mrs. jeon doesn't share: when a bold coworker tries to flirt with your husband at your company's exclusive gala, you must step in to claim what's yours.

more coming soon....

requests are open! feel free to send in what ifs and drabble ideas for this couple!

[roguecorvidlover]

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

[whimsijoy]

steve harrington helps his nurse fiancee get ready for work when she's called in too early ☄. *. ⋆

wc: 1.3k

warnings/about: reader gets called in early for a bus crash, no description tho. fluff, breakfast is made, steve harrington my house husband <3 set in like 1989, sorry if there’s inaccuracies i wasn’t born yet lol

a/n: omg its finally winter break, and then I got sick, but it was christmasssss so I got a new laptop. i shall be a menace made of clicky keys

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You wake up to the tinny ring of the phone by your and Steve’s bed. You barely have enough time to compute what’s going on, what time it is, before you have the pale green plastic pushed to the side of your face, your own fingers gripping the plastic loosely.

You squint at your alarm clock and make sure that you’re not late for work. Considering the fact that your shift wouldn’t start until 10:00 AM, and the short hand of your alarm clock is hovering around the 5. Unless Steve decided to dose you with a horse tranquilizer, you’re sure you’re being called in early.

“Hello?” You rasp out silently. You’ve learned that Steve sleeps like he’s been given horse tranquilizers. You’re sure that he’s slept through an earthquake before.

“Hello,” You hear a familiar voice drawl through the handset. “—is this Miss [L/N]?” Is it Amy or Priscilla? You’re too tired to compute that information, other than the fact that it’s a coworker.

“Yeah, Mhm.” You say a little more clearly as you prop yourself up on your elbow, your adjacent hip digging into the mattress beneath you. 

“So, unfortunately, there was a bus crash right outside of town, and the nurse-to-patient ratio is just… completely out of whack. Would you be able to come in? We’re willing to pay you overtime for this.” The voice explains through the phone. You figure it’s Priscilla talking since she’s the chattier one. 

You stare at the clock, your log of a fiancée, the ceiling, and then the window before sighing. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. I’ll be there within the hour or so.” You mumble into the handset with your head hung. 

You know you’ll be abusing that staff room coffee machine the second you get there, so you don’t bother making your way into the kitchen once you get out of bed. You plunk the handset back onto the boxier part of the phone before stretching your body so hard that you have to sit back down on the edge of the bed. 

A few deep breaths and some slower movements later, you’re starting the shower. You strip yourself of the nice pajama set Steve bought you for your most recent birthday before stepping under the shock of the water.

You go about your shower routine for the day, your tired hands grazing the lathered loofah all over your body until you deem yourself clean enough for work. You step out, dry off, and wrap yourself in your robe before venturing into the closet. 

After putting on your starched whites, which Steve so dutifully washed for you, you’re in front of the mirror trying to make it look like you’re not running on an inadequate amount of sleep. It’s easier said than done, or so you’ve figured out. However, you feel lucky that your hospital has allowed you to switch from dresses and skirts to white, open-collared shirts and trousers.  

While brushing your teeth, you watch the bathroom door behind you slowly creak open. By the time Steve shows his tired face in the gap, you’re already making dead eye contact with him in the mirror. You’ve been caught. 

Steve’s too tired to be stern. Instead, he gets clingy. He lets out a yawn before covering your shoulders with his hands, and then pressing the front of his left hip to your right glute. You continue the movement of brushing your teeth and gums as he starts pressing lazy kisses to your neck. 

“What’s with the getup?” He mumbles into your shoulder blade. The corners of your mouth turn up around your toothbrush before you spit out the white foam. 

“They’ve called me in early.” You say matter-of-factly, to his dismay. He lets out a soft whine before returning to his posture to normal. 

“You weren’t going to tell me?” He asks without any heat behind it. For this time of year and time of day, he’s either too soft or tired for it. 

“I was..” You say around your toothbrush before finishing up, going to brush your tongue last. You spit out the last of the water and put your toothbrush back in its holder. “..just before I was going to leave.” 

“Like your foot was going out the door?” He asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. Again, there’s no malice in his tone or anything. He wishes you woke him up, but that’s a hard enough feat on a weekend. Oftentimes he wants to rub your shoulders before you even think about moving. 

“Probably.” You say with a brandish smile. You take out your compact and do something quick about the lack of life you have around your eyes. Ooh, shimmery. 

You pin your hair out of your face and tie it up accordingly, then pin your hat on before turning to him with a soft, glossed smile. He doesn’t look as nearly as awake as you do, but, you feel the way he looks. You give him a kiss so that your lips match his, then smile even harder. 

“You should have told them no,” He mumbles out as you leave the bathroom in search of your shoes. “you have a shift later today anyways, so like…” Steve says as he follows you. 

“Yes, but there was a bus crash, and I’m getting paid overtime.” You explain gently as you tie your shoes. You feel your stomach gurgle and growl as you bend to do so, and Steve just can’t have that. 

“Want me to make you something to eat before you leave?” He asks softly, his hand going to the small of your back as you finish the bow.

“Mm.. Something quick. I’m supposed to be there soon.” You say softly as you rub the back of your neck. You feel a kind hand on you, a wave of disappointment, and then hear the sounds of socked feet out of the bedroom, then down the hallway. You stifle a laugh when you hear a thud, and a soft “Ow” come from your significant other. 

One more look over in the mirror later, you’re walking out of your bedroom. You have that awful feeling that you’re forgetting something before you spot your bag on the counter. You smile at Steve and the way he’s standing in front of the toaster like he’s the one that’s running late. 

“Thank you, honey.” You say softly, mirroring his pose. You quit the getup soon enough and go to return some of his clinginess from this morning. Your lips leave behind a glossy ghost on his neck, but he doesn’t wipe it away. 

He grumbles something in response to your words of gratitude, and you only smile wider. You consider sneaking him into work with you. Men can be nurses now, right? You ask yourself. You press a few more kisses to his cheek and neck for good measure before pulling away, still smiling. 

In the dim kitchen light, you trace the shapes on his face with your eyes. The points of his nose, the angle of his jaw. You feel a pit well in your chest when you realize that you have to leave for work in just a few minutes. He’s so kind to you, that you start to feel guilty. You know that he probably wants you back in bed, even more than you do but… duty calls. 

Sooner than later, he has a plate with peanut butter toast and a banana on the side. You eat it happily, but carefully (so as to not stain your uniform), and make sure that you don't have any stray crumbs on your face, or starched whites before you leave. You make light conversation, ask what the rest of his plans for the day are, and put your plate in the dishwasher. 

You make sure that he knows you love him, and that you’ll stay safe. You try to call him once you get to work, but there’s no answer. You smile to yourself, knowing he’s asleep in some uncomfortable position on the couch. You carry on with your day and count the minutes until you get home. (540 and counting.)

[tanema123]

He is "effectively retired"...