#House Husband

[bunnis-monsters]

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Spoiled house husband cat!hybrid that spends all day napping, curled up by a window so he can feel the warm sun.

When you get home, the house is always clean and dinner is ready, and your husband is ready to be praised and pampered for working so hard…

In reality he sleeps so much that the house stays clean besides needing to be swept and dusted occasionally, and he’s good at cooking quick and delicious meals. But… even then, there’s a good chunk of the day that you aren’t aware of his whereabouts…

So you pamper his cute self, buying him good food, cuddling him as much as he wants, and of course letting him breed you to his hearts content.

He’ll spend hours lazily rutting into your pussy while he kneads your belly, his face buried in your neck so he can inhale your scent. It’s just too much, thinking of how round and heavy you’ll be with his kittens, he end up cumming so much…

It’s not like he doesn’t have money, he pays half the bills… you’re just not sure where her gets it from.

So when you get pregnant, it’s his turn to become a doting husband, cooing over your pregnant belly and butting his head against it affectionately. You can’t push him away.

You know how cats get all stiff when you try to make them do something you don’t want them to? Yeah, he does that when you push him to make him stop licking and nuzzling your belly. It tickles, damn it!

It’s a little too late to think of what to do when you realize he’s been out your house husband is actually a trained assassin that takes on jobs to help pay the bills and make sure his beloved mate is never in need of anything.

That’s why he’s so lazy when you get home, he’s just so sleepy and wants to curl up with his mate after a long day!

You can’t even think about what to do, you’re too busy being fucked silly by your husband. He can’t keep his hands off of you while you’re heavy and swollen with his kittens, only stopping once you’re too pregnant for safe sex.

For now, you’ve become the housewife while you’re pregnant… and your husband will always take care of you~

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[yandere-kokeshi]

We need to know how separate TF-141 would be as house-husbands!!! Please!!!

— Yandere headcanons of TF-141 as house-husbands

Warnings: Yandere behavior, older! characters, male gender roles, NSFW, slight delusional behaviors.

A/N: Anon, you are SO, so smart. I love you /a.

Captain “Price” John:

The type of house-husband nobody expected for him to be– not even himself. John had partially agreed to it, and now he’s a stay-at-home dad for your cats. When he wedded you, he never thought of it this way; and now, he had promised to always care for you, did he not?

Price is well over-tired, pretty hairy and massive; beard scratchy and face all squishy; he’s a chubby man. But that doesn’t stop him at all.

John loves waking you up in the mornings. Before even shaking you awake, he loves to admire you. Watching your different breathing patterns, some dribbles of drool, and the obvious bed marks staining your face makes him smirk. But of course, it ends too short when he realizes you need to get up.

John is so, oh gentle, when waking you up. Scarred hands rubbing at your hips as he rubs his beard into your shoulder, prepping kisses and telling you to get a move on. However, if you ignore him, he’s more than happy to leave some permanent marks, yes?

He always makes your breakfast and lunch the night before, chopping the meat, fruits, and vegetables into the correct order so he can easily sleep in with you till you leave. So, when your alarm goes off, he detaches himself from you, getting up with only his red boxers– turning on the oven to preheat the food yet again and leaving them on the table for you to enjoy when you get out of the shower.

And with that, he takes your health seriously, mentally and physically, which means most foods in the house are pretty healthy. All types of fruits, veggies, protein, and fiber nourishment is given with each meal, and he expects you to eat it all. 

When shopping, he takes everything seriously. He hates getting off track, only sticking to what’s on the list, and cashiers who take too long on talking– especially if they openly flirt with him. Can’t you see I'm taken? He snarks out, showing off his wedding ring before fast walking out towards his car with his hands full.

Chores are chores. They need to be done. Dishes are easy, laundry, and vacuuming are a piece of cake. But cleaning the bathroom? Oh, that’s a bit difficult. Especially with the hidden camera he’s put out of your sight, and at times, he gets distracted; watching the many films, seeing you all naked and wet, makes Price feel... a sudden urge. How are you just so gorgeous, hm?

John is the definition of a “Pro Loyalty Card”. For all those stores he visits, he has cards for each and every single one of them, including the convenience store. They always come in handy.

Routines are his specialty; he knows everything about your schedule, to the time you leave for work, to when you call him at your lunch break, come home and collapse in his lap, all the way to sleeping in the bed naked. He’s memorized it all. 

After the long antagonizing and stressful week, John always sits you down for a long bath. He massages your shoulders, using a special lotion to rub on you after the bath. But, that’s not the only gift he's giving. Before gently and lovingly pushing you to the bed, he slowly fucks the stress and irritation of you; teeth makes ensuring you stay loyal to your man.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon is quick and sleek with shopping, getting and seeking foods that have high nutrition because you only deserve the best. Most foods he picks out are healthy, getting many baskets of fruits to ensure you enjoy your lunches. But when passing by the sugar aisle, he can’t help but choose a few sweets for you. 

A type of house-husband you’d never expect. He’s brooding, shoulders kept tight, wearing a black mask and hoodie as he sulks in the grocery aisles, holding the colored basket. You’d think he’s stealing with a gun hidden in his back pocket. However, when in reality, he’s taking his house duties extremely seriously as he eyes for the cereal aisle.

He wakes up way early, even before you start to stir awake, even before the sun rises and goals himself to get a good workout in. Even though he’s not the same lieutenant as he was years ago– he’s not lazy, and still picks up his pace whilst jogging down the street and doing push-ups in the open garage. 

At times, he wishes you could join him, and it would be fun, would it not? Having you down below, as his chest presses against yours and your flushed face being the main goal for him to continue? Or maybe, him guiding you through pull-ups, and you need his help? Oh, that’s how to make him very desperate for you in the early mornings. 

Speaking of early mornings, when you rise with his gentle shaking, whispers of “good mornin’”, and his rough stubble rubbing your neck, you realize just how lucky you are. Especially with how Riley joins in, when he notices his second favorite human is up and awake. 

Though, if you decide to ignore these two, covering your face and mumbling away, Simon will crawl over you, prep your face with sloppy kisses, and murmur hot and dirty words. His hand instinctively crawling down, snapping the band of your underwear, nails barely scratching at your skin whilst promising to get you all hot and messy, before forcing you out of bed. 

When you leave out of that door, regardless of the morning, he ensures the house is spotless before you come home. He doesn’t listen to any music, only the occasional barks from Riley as he sprays the leather couches, doing the dishes the “old-fashioned way”, and folding laundry like it’s a race. 

Most are scared of him– except for that one lady down the road. Her eyes follow Simon as if he’s a god, but he scoffs at that when she twirls her hair. You’re the real deity, he openly thinks. Of course, he shows off his pretty wedding ring, the one you got him; and somehow, Simon wishes you’d just make out with him in public, show her that he’s off limits and that he’s yours. 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

The type of househusband who immediately recognized that you needed to be cared for, and went forth with that promise between the marriage. You work so hard to make money for the both of you. And he’s devoted to doing whatever he can to be helpful too. 

Kyle is a clean freak, which means the house is nearly spotless when you come home. Every scratch at the couch has him grunting and hands vigorously trying to rub it off. Shoes inside the house are immediately put up, and he hates rainy days; looking at you with glaring pupils as you step inside with soaked coverings. But, he loves you. 

The chores in the house are easily done before the afternoon, dishes cleaned with shiny marks and the floors vacuumed. Dusting and sweeping the house with headphones on, face flushed whilst… listening to among things he’d never want you to find out. 

Laundry is always last in line, as he tends to “borrow” a good deal of dirty underwear of yours, smelling them intensely. Don’t worry though, he returns them at some point. 

Kyle is the definition of “wifey material food”. Every breakfast consists of incredible fried eggs, mixed with bacon and fluffy pancakes; lunch and dinner being different every day, which is nice. He usually sticks with foods you’re comfortable with, never going out of your zone, and tries his hardest to make different sizes of hearts out of the food. 

Though, you never seem to notice the secret ingredient, the divine particular part where the two of you are bonded stronger. Such shame, he utters. Sometimes he wishes you’d come home early– catch him desperately adding it within the dish with utter lewd excitement. 

Having you come home is the best time of the day. Waiting by the door, wearing the cactus green apron you got him years ago, with a giant smile and dinner laid out, waiting for you. By the end of dinner, you’re full; both of love, and much suffocation of affection. 

All the other housewives in the area love him. They often invite him for yoga, or work-out sessions. But, he usually uses the excuse that you need him. You do, don't you?

Every Friday, he wears and shows off certain gifts he feels that you’ll love. You work so hard for the both of you, so he should show his appreciation, should he not? Wearing all types of risqué clothing, leaving desperate messages, and having lingerie hidden underneath his black vest, coloring his skin and outlining his scars, stretch marks, and moles. Sooner or later, it leads to a heavy cuddle-sex session that he knows you’ll love. 

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

The type of househusband who uses his pretty eyes and sculpted body, to get his way. Everything from seeing you at your working office and past your lunch break, to getting free food samples, all the way to a book full of coupons and all types of gifts for half the percentage. 

He’s amazing at picking food at the grocery outlet, picking up the correct portions of proper protein, vegetables, and iron. And sometimes, sneaking a few donuts, pops, and tubs of ice cream he knows you love. 

Johnny always wakes you up, the alarm rarely shaking you as your beloved husband knows your schedule by heart. He ensures your breakfast and lunch are ready by 7am, smirking at the added secret ingredients that he only knows. 

He’s more lenient with waking you up. Knowing how you like to sleep, beauty sleep he corrects, Johnny tries to let you snooze in as far as you can, before gently stirring you up as the sun rises in the opened window. 

His arms snake around your waist, cuddling up behind you whilst pulling you into his warm chest, as he nibbles on your ear and tells you to start getting up; breakfast is served on the table with awaited love. Though, if his sweet honey voice doesn’t work at this time, maybe some extremely sloppy oral will help, no? 

Johnny ensures that everybody knows you’re lovingly taken. Those hickeys and bruises on your arms, and neck show just how loveable he is. He boasts about you all the time, to his then-team, cashiers and ladies on the streets. It’s only expected you do the same, yes? 

Housewives and other househusbands either love him, or envy him. He’s pretty– too alluring to just be at home and caring for duties. Most women, and men constantly flaunt at his grown-out mohawk, often slicked back into a small bun and a few scars, especially one on his head, that prominent his face. 

He’s still in shape, working out in the early mornings and doing yoga with the other moms; who he regularly drinks coffee with. They love how sweet and handsome the man is, especially towards his spouse. 

Anyone would be lucky to have him, and many would trade a lifetime for him. But, he’s not going anywhere, not without you or your yummy neck anytime soon. 

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[yuu9o]

A Househusband💚✨

I felt like he might literally blurt out the wife accidentally

Reference: Gokushofudou manga panel😎

[archrries]

Lucifer is literally just a housewife. Like- he's depressed as hell cause his daughter and wife are both away doing who knows what and he's left to his own devices. That man needs to be doing something. HOUSEWIFE. He's a HOMEMAKER. He's a COOK. He's a CLEANER. He's an INVENTOR. He's a FATHER. Also (and it may be a joke but) Vivziepop did say Lucifer is the one who gave birth to Charlie 😭 so MY POINT STANDS. HOUSEWIFE. STAY AT HOME MOM. GIVE THIS MAN A HOME TO LOOK AFTER, CHILDREN TO WATCH OVER, AND SOMEONE'S SHIRT TO BUTTON UP IN THE MORNING BEFORE WORK. (Cough, Alastor)

[chulacola]

Hehe, one more. :)

In another au, he lives happily ever after, and the only food he knows how to cook is spam based meals.

[djljpanda]

Honestly If You And Wally Get Married He Would Be A Great House Husband. You Can't Tell Me This Is Him When You Are Leaving For Work

[obsessivelullabies]

⎯ sub thoma drabble.

pairing : thoma x fem!reader.

tags : thoma x reader, husband thoma, smut, fluff, drabble, sub!thoma, dom!reader, genshin x reader.

warnings : smut, 18+, mommy kink, handjob (giving), riding, degradation/praise (giving), overstimulation (giving), thoma cums too fast, creampie.

author's note : please send me requests if you'd like, i have sm motivation lately :)

"tell me what you need," you cooed to your husband, your hand gently gliding up and down his shaft.

"you.." thoma barely babbled out, his voice filled with whimpers and noisy moans.

you smirked at his weak resolve, "you look so pathetic, baby." you whispered, increasing your pace as you milked his cock. "you're such a needy whore. beg for me." you command, your grip tightening.

"mommy⎯i need you," he mewled. "i⎯i can't take it.." thoma stammered, his limits being tested.

without another word, you straddled his lap and aligned his cock with your cunt. you slammed your hips down onto his cock. thoma gasped, his body shivering.

as you rode him, your movements were quick, a sound of wet slapping filling the room. you used him as your personal dildo, to his delight.

soon, thoma came hard. his cum painted your walls white, thoma shivered and moaned, his back arching as his hands gripped your hips.

you glared at him, you grabbed his face and forced him to look in your eyes. "cumming without permission?" you mocked. "haven't i taught you better?"

thoma whimpered, a pout on his face. "you're too sexy, mommy.." he whined. "'m sorry.."

you chuckled, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. "don't worry," you purr. "i'll make sure you learn."

[faux-ecrivain]

Househusband Part Two

(Recap of Part One) (Househusband is named Angelo) (Thirteenth Official Post)

He made sure his makeup was pristine and that his hair was perfect, then he hopped downstairs and put on a coat, some gloves and then began to head over to your house. Although, he pauses and doubles back to grab you a housewarming gift (luckily, he had baked some cookies earlier today) and then marches across the street. He knocked on your door and straightened the skirt of his dress, he hoped you wouldn’t mind such a late visit. He hears scuffles from your house and can’t help the stunned expression that graces his face when you open the door. Why, he’s never seen such a gorgeous human before! ————————————————————

You were simply putting away some boxes, empty of course, when you heard a knock on your door. You glanced at the kit-cat clock you had just hung up and furrowed your brow, it’s 10:30. That’s far too late for visitors, you gulp, steel your nerves and grab a baseball bat (for safety). You crack your door open, hiding your bag behind the door, and your eyes analyze the stranger on your door step. He’s silent for a moment, his eyes roving over your body, and he seems to be mesmerized. You contemplate closing the door when he finally talks. He clears his throat and holds the plate of cookies out to you. “Hello there, my name’s Angelo. I’m your new neighbor!” He smiles, far too happy for your liking, I mean he’s practically glowing.

His smile is so bright, that you have to hold a hand over your eyes to protect them from blindness. Your gaze is cast towards the plat of cookies he offered, and you hesitantly reach for one. Although, you do, of course, worry that maybe you shouldn’t take a stranger’s cookies. But this is the 1950s and if you know anything from the reruns of my three sons and that Beaver Show, (those are real shows, look them up) then you can trust your neighbors. So, you grab a cookie and take a bite, suddenly all seems right in the world, and you feel so unexplainably happy. Angelo waits patiently for your response, though he suspects you enjoyed it (it’s quite obvious by the blissful expression on your face). He silently stares at you, burning your joy into his mind. He sighs, seemingly lovesick, he doesn't understand why he feels this way, but he knows he likes feeling this way. Your attention his redirected to him when he clears your throat, and you suddenly feel quite bashful for your display of jubilant. You clear your throat and speak, after finishing the cookie, of course. “Ahem, you’re quite the skilled baker, thank you for the housewarming gift. Assuming, that they’re for me.” Angelo’s heart races when you compliment him, he gets overwhelming gleeful when you thank him. He physically restrains himself from hugging you. “Oh, you’re welcome and yes, they’re for you.” He’s so caught up admiring you that he almost forgets why he came over. He hands you the plate of cookies, which you willingly take (with one hand because the other is still holding the bat). “I should probably apologize, it’s so late, and it must be so strange to have your neighbor come visiting.” He has a hand on his mouth, his brow furrowed as he apologizes.

He clasps his hands together and just as he’s about to apologize, you speak. “It’s alright, back in my old town I would always get late night visitors.” Angelo gets mixed feelings by your response, but he brushes them off and asks to come inside. “Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask if you would invite me inside?” He inquires politely, though he expects you to reject him. He hopes you’ll let him in and then maybe you two could become fast friends. You consider his words for a moment, you shouldn’t let him in, but he did give you cookies and he seems harmless.

Plus, if he tries anything, you could easily over power him (he looks rather weak). You shrug and allow him inside, once he enters (with a wide grin) you out your bat away and close your front door. Hopefully, this decision wouldn’t be one of your regret.

(Enjoy this short fan fiction and I apologize for such a late post.) (This wasn’t exactly what I wanted from part of Angelo’s story, but I can always revise it later. I don’t know how long it’ll take for part three, but it’ll come out… One day.)

[Also, Requests are open. So feel free to send in a request, anonymous or not! Chances are I’ll probably write it.]

[spazoutloud]

House husband Bubba

[deathc-re]

just some house husband choso! headcanons

house husband choso! who always has just what you're craving waiting for you when you get home

house husband choso! who listens to you talk about your day while helping you strip from your work attire

house husband choso! who offers to eat it without a second thought when he hears you've had a stressful day. leaving you shivering and gripping the sheets until you have to push his head away from your exhausted cunt

house husband choso! who makes you lunches to take to work and always leaves the sweetest notes for you to find

house husband choso! who spent hours in the kitchen learning to make your favorite dish/dessert just the way you like it

house husband choso! who sometimes opens the door in just an apron and a sly smirk, walking around like normal to see how long you'd last before jumping his bones

house husband choso! who sometimes texts you at work that the two of you will be going out for dinner. only for you to get home and see he's sitting on the couch in deliciously tight outing clothes urging you to pick out a nice outfit.

house husband choso! who sometimes has you take the day off work to take you out, treating you with all the love and gentleness you felt on your first date

house husband choso! who holds his job in the highest regards and wouldn't trade it for anything else

[themaskedbruv]

Oh my God, setsuna has become a house husband

[bunnis-monsters]

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Thinking about an incubus that is absolutely dedicated to his human mate. He used to not care where his food came from, but now you’re the only one he’ll have sex with.

It’s usually looked down upon for an incubus/succubus to fall in love, but he doesn’t care. You’re all his, and he absolutely adores you.

UGH!! House husband incubus who is such a pretty little thing, always greeting you with kisses and soft rubs against your clothed cunt with his tail. He just loves you so much, he can’t wait to have you underneath him.

With his previous lovers, he didn’t care too much about them. He only got them off enough to feed, then left them to go and find his next meal.

But you? Oh he could stay between your thighs for hours, fucking you, eating your pussy until you’re a quivering mess… hell, sometimes he just stares at that pretty cunt of yours with a pussy drunk look, planting wet kisses along you lower lips.

“Mine… so pretty, and tastes so good…”

He’s FREAKY. Whatever you want to try, he’ll do it. Anything is on the table, he just wants to make you happy.

He wears his most expensive, prettiest lingerie just for you! When you say how pretty he looks, he cums, his pretty panties straining against his needy cock, getting all wet and sticky. Won’t you take care of him?

Your incubus husband is very needy and high maintenance, but he holds the same standards for you. He treats you like a queen, his goddess. He’d do anything for you 💗

[lad1fa1ry]

We need to normalize househusbands/malewifes

[goodboy-ftm]

I have been cooking all day and it's making me think about what a good house husband I'd be. my husband comes come from work tired and hungry and I'll make him his favorite meal and to thank me he'll make me cum until I can't walk 🥰

[blackbeardsmeowmeow]

I believe in Househusband Mihawk supremacy.

[da-pretty-bunbun-pupper]

being called “house pet” instead of “house husband” or “house wife” >> 😵‍💫💗