#househusband au

[a-hermit-pining]

Sukuna as a House Husband

Genre: Fluff Pairing: House husband Sukuna x Reader AN: Might be OOC but humor me people. Coming up Geto as househusband 🥰

First few months of Sukuna's career as a househusband are nothing less than accidents that involved smoke alarms and questionable fire extinguisher techniques. The transition from malevolent kitchen to a less lethal one takes quite a minute.

From handing you Lunchables to becoming pinterest core this man takes quite a journey.

Everyday chores that start with ill concealed annoyance and were in the past pointedly pushed on to you are taken over the minute he notices the residues of shared lunch from another in your lunchbox.

How dare you accept someone else's food? The entire evening, Sukuna glared at the takeout pizza with enough intensity to melt the cheese. You swear the pepperoni visibly cowered under his icy gaze.

And the revelation that some random Joe- Shmoe, a pathetic nameless mortal, had lent you his lunch is enough incentive for this man get in action.

This old man has lived his share of luxury as the king of curses. So, the minute he decides to flex his culinary skills your lunches take an immediate promotion.

The obsolete cooking technique no one can replicate...? You bet he's pulling that.

Puts Uraume on the speed dial as the trials of kitchen begin for him. This time, though much to both their disappointment limited to animal meat.

Does not take long before both become grocery shopping buddies for life. Sukuna scowling at unfamiliar vegetables while Uraume patiently explains the difference between shallots and scallions to his Lord.

Weekends take a turn for the… interesting as you become their resident TikTok handler, phone propped precariously on the counter while they attempt to recreate the latest viral trends. Fruit Roll ice cream remains mind blowingly top tier in your household. Getting a reaction even from Uraume.

Sukuna preens under the praise at office potlucks, basking in the envious stares directed at your lunchbox. Every "wow" and "that looks amazing" fuels his ego.

But the real win? Insanely proud when he sees you take pictures of the lunches he makes and even more so when you show him the stories you post on the internet (save his old soul).

Deep into his retirement phase of immortality, Sukuna discovers the joy of aesthetic. This man takes one look at dark academia, gothic Victorian mood boards and not your living room looks like a lair worthy of a final boss villain (which, to be fair, it kind of already was)..

Super into thrifting or picking a random haunted piece of furniture to add character to your living space as he insists, despite your very real concerns about the wailing coming from the armchair at 3 am.

Still a baddie tho. Will get into fights with loud neighbors or bachelor pad finance bros when their trash isn't sorted properly. And it, unfortunately is your responsibility to drag this man back home.

Cleaning is where he draws the line. You will not spot Sukuna with a duster. Ever. So, hiring a cleaning service seemed like a brilliant solution. Except, Sukuna couldn't resist micromanaging their every move. The poor cleaning staff — a battle-hardened group of professionals — withered under his endless critiques on porcelain dusting techniques. Needless to say, generous tips were the only reason they continued to show up.

The King of Curses, a being who once feasted in halls of obsidian and dined on delicacies fit for gods. Yet, the peace and ownership of your little townhouse is sweeter than any other possession of past. His dirty little heart is endeared to his home with you.

[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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[sillysillygoofygoose]

Older! Toji Headcanons x Fem Reader... Part 3!

Househusband! Toji! MDNI 🙄 slight nsfw at the verryyy end.

Househusband! Toji, who never imagined he'd be in the position he's in. He assumed that if he ever were to settle down, he'd want a more traditional route for his family. A pretty little wife, all done up, taking care of the babies and somehow always pregnant. However, that 1950s fantasy came crashing down on him one night after getting home from a particularly rough "assignment."

Househusband! Toji, who confessed to you about his less than ideal career choices after a hard night and three glasses of Jack Daniels on the rocks. Honestly, you were not at all surprised. However, you were not at all pleased either. You thought he was money laundering, not assassinating people. The creeping fear of losing him upset you much more than the gut-churning crimes themselves. The ordeal turned into a screaming fight, leaving him to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, he wakes up to you, standing over him, twisting the sizeable twelve carat diamond on your left ring finger. The ring that is connected to your heart.

"Jesus Christ, sweets. Trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" He grumbles, voice low with sleep.

"Quit your job. I'll take care of everything, you can stay at home. Just quit." You have no time for his sarcastic antics, blurting out a dismissive, unrelated response to his moody tone.

He laughs. You're standing over him with a pout dancing on your pretty lips... and he laughs?

"You know I can't do that. It's dangerous and... we need the money." He attempts to bribe you, bringing in the financial aspect of him being unemployed to distract you from your unshakeable request... well, demand.

"No. No, we don't. I just got that big promotion. You're quitting. I'm really not asking." The more stubborn he becomes, the more your dainty features are contorted with anger. He's genuinely amused at you putting your foot down. Don't get it twisted. You're no pushover... but you find it hard to stand your ground when Toji gives you that look.

"Uh-huh surrreeee. You really can't make me quit, princess." Really, he's just antagonizing you. He likes to push, likes seeing you roll your eyes in annoyance. Instead, your response is not as gratifying as it usually is. You simply shrug your shoulders, turning your back to him on your heels.

"It's me or the job, Fushiguro."

Fushiguro. Your shared last name dropped off your tongue with the same venom of a black mamba.

Playing dirty. Being cruel. Even a pinch manipulative. However, it scared him enough, his sly smile immediately dropping as you walked away.

Househusband! Toji, who was dead set on the fact that he could never be domesticated. Yet, life seems to always shock him as he realizes he's standing in the kitchen, hands on his wide hips, skimming through a cookbook, picking out what to make his beautiful wife for dinner.

Househusband! Toji, who basically runs up to you like a lost puppy when you get home, gathering your smaller frame up in his big arms.

"How was work, pretty? Missed you all day. Come, I made your favorite."

Househusband! Toji, who unironically wears the "Queen of the Kitchen" apron that you bought him as a gag, proudly hanging it up after a long day of preparing food and spiffing up the living room.

Househusband! Toji, who leaves on trashy reality TV reruns while he tends to the house, furthering his Kardashians obsession and getting him hooked on 'The Real Housewives of Beverley Hills'. When you come back from a particularly uneventful day, he resites the drama he overheard while vacuuming.

Househusband! Toji, who built and grew his own garden, stating that he wanted fresh vegetables to incorporate in his recipes.

"Nothing but the best for you, baby."

Househusband! Toji, who runs purely off of your praise. A kiss on the cheek when he welcomes you at the door, an adoring stare directed at his jerry-built garden bed, a hum of pleasure while digging into a new recipe. His favorite form of praise, however, is when you let him rest his head on your chest, kissing him and thanking him for all of his work around the house. It's nice to be appreciated.

Househusband! Toji, who can't shake the thought of bending you over and breeding you after you teased him about how good of a stay at home dad he'd be. Taking care of the family from inside of the house might not be as bad as he originally thought.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[beatificwrites]

✦✦ CARLOS OLIVEIRA SECRET HOUSEHUSBAND!AU HEADCANNON

requested by: @14chira

content: pre-established marriage, silly cuteness, implied brazilian!carlos bc of his last name, fem!reader

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ always packs a savory, delicious brazilian homemade lunch for you, like farofa, the night before you head to work! he neatly packs the food in a container and leaves cute, little, pink sticky notes—that he steals from your office— with sweet messages like “love you, hon! <3,” , “have a great day, precious! :D” , “don’t push yourself, sweetheart! ;(”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ clean your home office, so you can find it nice and neat when you return from work! he’ll vacuum the carpet inside, organize the clutter on your desk, then dust your desk and shelves with a pink duster he bought.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ take a trip to the grocery store in his black ford truck and step out with a couple of reusable shopping bags decorated with colorful, flowery designs! he’d show up in a regular t-shirt and form fitting, black straw-string pants that leave his muscular figure on display for all the workers and housewives at the store.

he’d take out the small notebook dabbled in several sanrio stickers and the hello kitty pen you gave him to check off each item he had found and placed in the shopping cart.

his large hands would grab the handle of the cart and funnily enough, the biceps would reveal themselves every time he needed to reach for something high on the shelf.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ recognize a neighborhood housewife and catch up with her at the seafood aisle since he missed the last hangout! she would fill him on all the neighborhood gossip he missed, then ask how you’re doing.

“oh, my wife? she’s doing just great! work is going well and she’s honestly just the sweetest..i don’t know what i’d do without her!”

he’d be happy to talk about you, in that gruff voice of his, then proceed to gush over you and how you’re so hardworking, but always try to make time for him for the next five minutes before realizing he has to hurry home and make dinner!

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ rush home and carelessly place all the bags on the kitchen island, then hurriedly throw on his customized pink and white striped apron that reads ‘BEST HUSBAND’ that you got him for your anniversary to start prepping dinner!

he’d cook your favorite foods from time to time and today’s special was another brazilian dish: moqueca! he would set out all the ingredients he needed and get to cooking.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ take the time to prepare homemade drinks for you like raspberry lemonade or something as simple as sweet iced tea! he’d use all the cute kitchen supplies you gifted him.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ welcome you home from work with a sweet kiss and help you take off your coat! not that you can’t manage taking it off yourself, he just loves doing that for you!

you would smell the heavenly aroma of the brazilian fish stew and smile at him. he’d then say, “oh, you’re gonna love what i made today, honey!”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ wait for you to finish putting your bag away upstairs, then pull out the dining chair for you to sit and eat!

he’d serve you your bowl of moqueca and cup of fresh, sweet iced tea first. he would serve himself afterwards and sit down to dine with you.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ ask you how work went and if you enjoyed the lunch he packed. he would listen intently as you talk about your day at work and how good business was doing.

he would take into account how much you liked the dinner and make a mental note to make the same food again.

you finally convince him to let you wash the dishes, after his immediate insistence that he should because you’re tired from work, by insisting that he was also tired and deserved a break from house-work.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ bring you cutup fruit to your office or pão com queijo [bread with cheese] he bought from the brazilian bakery nearby if you’re stuck doing extra work like filing reports!

it’s not super often that you must work overtime, but some days your time in the office stretches into the night, so he brings you coffee as well.

“here you go, baby. nice and warm for ya.”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ cuddle up with you on the couch watching your favorite streaming show on the nights you don’t have extra work to complete in the office!

sometimes you’ll watch a movie instead and surprisingly so, he loves those corny rom-coms as much as you do though his macho man attitude would make one believe otherwise.

it’ll be just the two of you huddled together underneath a warm blanket, laughing at ‘10 things i hate about you’.

“we should go paint-balling one day, hon!”

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ be cooking those tasty lousiana ribs on the grill with a relative of yours whenever friends and family of yours and his come over for a cookout!

he’d be too embarrassed to wear the silly apron you got him, as it would infringe on his tough guy persona, therefore he’d wear a solid beige one instead.

carlos oliveira as your househusband would:

✧｡ be playing uno with his friends or dominoes with your relatives aggressively, but then as soon as he checks on the grill to see if the food is ready, he serves you your plate first and feeds you the first bite!

his friends would poke fun at his sudden change in demeanor and your families never shut up about it!

[ceruleancattail]

HEY CERURU~

Can i get a soft fluffy headcannons of how would Riddle be as a househusband for Yuu?

(No that's not my queen and jester fantasy no tf you mean what-

Whenever you have time! Remember to take regular breaks and drink plenty of water 💞💞💞

YOOOO RAPTOR!!! Thank you~

Househusband Riddle

Househusband Riddle x reader

He greets you with a kiss.

Nothing more, nothing less. Cherry pink lips pressing against your cheeks in turn, before he moves to your mouth, soft lips melting against yours. As light as an angel’s feather, warm like a home-cooked meal, fresh off the stove.

“Good morning, love.”

Fingers brushing your outfit, straightening out unsightly wrinkles. Now, you’re representing the Rosenhearts name, do be presentable. Riddle’s hands reach for your tie, carefully tying it for you. Gentle fingers tugging at your clothes, making sure that you look neat.

Riddle’s efficient with the chores. Always making sure the house’s spick and span, every corner of the house gleaming. Cleaning does help him relax, strangely enough. Setting things in order, following a pattern. It does focus his mind, oddly enough.

Cooking? Not really his strong suite. A recipe book propped up on the counter, Riddle follows the instructions to the letter. He’s precise with each and every ingredient. Riddle takes it upon himself to curate a spread of your favourite dishes. He’ll try to compliment your favourite foods with his, a marriage of two different tastes.

Riddle much prefers eating, especially when you’re across him. He’ll listen to you ramble about your day, your voice only broken by the clinking of cutlery. Watching your expression, the way your eyes just seem to light up as you taste his cooking… it just makes it all so worth it.

My, my. To think you’ve captured the affections of this Queen to this extent. Well, you’ve honour-bound to him now. He’ll expect you to act like it.

A lasting vow of love.

His heart beating in time with yours.

[rendy-a]

For your househusband au, how would Leona and Floyd (separate) greet their SO after they come home from a long business trip? I'm sure they missed their SO very much~

Absolutely, please enjoy!

Leona has many behaviors that are reminiscent of a common housecat.  When you first arrive back home, he will eagerly come to greet you and welcome you home.   However, he soon seems to realize how visible his feelings are and pulls back behind his aloof act.  So, expect one grand sweep-you-off-your-feet kiss followed by some joke to deflect.  “Did I miss you?  Nah, it was so quiet that I got the best nap I’ve had in ages.  I hardly noticed you were gone.”

Actions speak louder than words.  Even though Leona may say things like he didn’t notice your absence, you can tell by his actions that he did.  For the next few days, he will find any excuse to pass by and touch you; a graze of a finger along your back, a pat on the head, a carcass along the cheek.  The tactile contact reminds him that you are present here with him now. If you lean into his touch, all the better.  He has pride in seeing how you’ve missed him too.

As recompense for your absence, he’ll demand you pamper him upon your return.  He knows his worth and this is the least you can do to show your appreciation.  Only, the restaurant he picks for you to take him…isn’t this actually your favorite restaurant?  He may be a bit tsundere, but he’ll make sure you know how happy he is that you are home.

Leona comes up behind you and helps you shrug off your bulky outer jacket, leaving you in the fancy semi-formal garments you’ve chosen for your reunion dinner.  You’ve made a statement with your outfit, one that says notice me.  You want to make sure you have all your handsome spouse’s attention tonight.  And you do.  He prowls around you, gliding a hand along your back as he sets your coat aside.  He puts a hand on your arm as he pulls out your chair for you.  He gently rubs your shoulder before walking over to his own seat.  Mission successful.

Maybe a little too successful.  When the waiter comes to take your order, his eyes linger a little too long on your form.  You can feel Leona fuming from across the table.  Before things get even more heated, you decide to let your over-reaching waiter know how things stand.  The next time he comes to the table, you reach over and give your spouse a caress on his wrist.  The arrogant smirk Leona shoots the deflated waiter almost has you chuckling.  You decide not to comment and let him bask in his victory.

After diner, you decided to walk through the town square, taking in the night ambiance before heading home.  If the weather was a touch chill, that is all the more reason to snuggle closer to your spouse.  Leona is more than welcoming of this, pulling you tight into his side.  As you walked, it starts to snow gently.  You let out a small shiver as the flakes coat your hair lightly.  Leona looks at you and indicates its time to go home.  “No!” you say, “I’m not ready for the night to end.”  You smile up at him entreatingly and he finally sighs, submitting to your pleading. 

“All right, fine.  We will walk around a little more, but I expect a treat for being such a fine escort.”  Leona tells you with a sharp smile.  “Oh,” you ask, “what did you have in mind?”  Leona swings you around to rest in his arms.  “After this, you are joining me for my favorite dessert.”  You give him a teasing look.  “I thought we just had your favorite foods at that restaurant earlier.”  Leona gives you a harrumph, not pleased at being called out on his restaurant choice.  “Well, this time I’m really getting what I want.  My favorite flavor and all.”  You look him in the eye and ask, “What flavor is that?”  He leans forward and whispers in your ear, “Herbivore.”  You shiver again, only this time it has nothing to do with the cold.

He gets so excited when you walk in the door.  So. Excited.  You’ve seen him full of energy before, but this is on another level.  He is on you in a moment, pulling you into a back-breaking hug that ends with swinging you around.  You smile as your feet touch the floor and you start to ask Floyd if he’d like to have the gift you brought him when…he picks you up for another swing.  This might be a while.

For your first day back, Floyd has made plans.  A lot of plans.  There is even a list he made of all the things he wants to do with you now that you are home.  You catch sight of the list and see he has titled it “best day ever.”  He spent a lot of time thinking about you while you were gone.  Every time he missed you, he thought of a new activity to do with you when you got back.  Since you were the cause of all this, you’ll have to take responsibility and join him on all his activities.

So many squeezes.  Floyd just can’t get enough of having his precious spouse back in his arms.  You can’t predict when a squeeze will happen; during any activity Floyd might suddenly walk to your side and give you a squeeze.  Sometimes they are quick and comforting; like saying, ‘yeah, my spouse is here with me.’  Other times they are long and intense, as though he wants to memorize the feel of your body next to his.   He knows you can’t stay nearby forever but, for now, he is going to keep you there with his own two arms.

You had thought that the day would never end.  Not that it wasn’t enjoyable, but after a full day of high energy and activity, you are worn down.  You were secretly relieved when, in the middle of a carnival style ring-toss game, Floyd suddenly set down his rings and declared he just wasn’t feeling it anymore.  Then he started casually walking toward the exit of the carnival and home.  You quickly throw the rest of the rings, collected your prize, and ran to catch up with your spouse. 

It’s a testament to how much you mean to him that Floyd still holds you close to him as you walk home.  Even in one of his moods, you’ll always have a place by his side.  You also think it’s a sign of your experience that you know to stay quiet, allowing your spouse his space to be in a mood.  When you get home, you gently rub his back and tell him “Go lay down, I’ll take care of cleaning up before bed.”  He looks at you softly from his deep-lidded eyes before humming in agreement and heading toward your room.

You clean up the things you’ve brought back from your time on the town.  Setting the various purchases in places around the house and hanging the photo strip you took on the fridge with an octopus magnet (Floyd likes to keep little mementos around that remind him of his friends and family).  Lastly, you pick up the plush you won from the fair and take it with you to bed.

When you open the door, you are surprised to see Floyd still awake.  “You waited for me?” you ask him.  “Hmm,” he hums gently at you, “I can’t go to sleep without my precious Shrimpy.  And speaking of shrimp, what’s that?”  You hold out the shrimp plush, showing it off to your spouse.  “I won it at the carnival.  What do you think?  Maybe lil’ shrimpy can keep you company next time I’m away?”  He reaches out and you hand him the shrimp plush.  He gives it a squeeze and tilts his head quizzically.  “I don’t know, its hard to tell without a comparison.”  Then he lifts his arm and motions for you to lie down by him. 

You caution him, “I’ve still got to brush my teeth, so only for a little,” before obliging him and laying down.  He pulls you tight and lets out a satisfied hum.  “Just as I thought, my Shrimpy is the best shrimpy.”  You laugh back at him, picking up the plush to squish its little cheeks.  “But look how cute.  Can’t lil’ Shrimpy stay?”  Floyd gives the plush a suspicious look.  “Ok, but they better not get any ideas.”  You laugh and toss the toy to land on the dresser against the wall.  You think to yourself, ‘Sorry lil’ Shrimpy.  Better luck next time.’ 

After a little while, you sigh and give Floyd’s arm a tap; it’s time to get up and finish your night routine while you still have the motivation to do it.  When he doesn’t respond, you twist around to look at him and see he has fallen asleep.  You give him a shake, “Floyd?”  He responds by making a small growling noise in his sleep.  Ok, I guess that is it for you tonight.  You curl deeper into his side and close your eyes.  It really was a long day.

The next thing you know, you are waking up alone in bed.  The dappled sunlight drifting through the curtain of the window lets you know its morning.  You let out a yawn and sit up.  Floyd slides into the room, bearing a tray with breakfast on it.  From the smile on his face, you can tell he has shaken his mood from last night and it back to his energetic self.  “Mmm, thanks for this.  It smells great.”  He smiles at you and lays back in bed, resting his head on your shoulder while you eat. 

As you lift a forkful of food to your lips, you notice the shrimp plush is no longer on the dresser.  “What happened to lil’ Shrimpy?” you ask.  Floyd very seriously responds, “We’ve had a talk and I’ve decided lil’ Shrimpy can stay and be my assistant.  They’re not as good as you but I guess they are ok sometimes.”  You smile indulgently at him.  “Well, I’m just glad you had someone to keep you company this morning.  I thought I was going to be trapped in bed being squeezed all day.”  Floyd takes your half-eaten plate and sets it on the nightstand beside the bed.  Then he leans over, pinning you beneath him.  “Ssshhh! Don’t ruin the surprise by guessing my plans, Shrimpy.”  It was going to be another long day, but you find you don’t mind much at all.

[tmnt-tychou]

I started watching the anime “The Way of the Househusband.” It’s giving me IDEAS.

@androidships007

[sister-cna-reader]

How Red Hood became a Househusband part 5

NOW ON Ao3!!!

Preview:

“Is there anything I need to accommodate Mr…?” 

“Dan.” the Ghost rumbled, arms still crossed. “I’ll need to move some of Elle’s things into my room.” 

Bruce blinked. “Is Elle your wife..?” 

The King had a full body cringe, while Dan finally cracked his stone facade into a hearty laugh.   

White flame hair flickered with movement as Dan wiped a tear from his eye. Sharp fangs glinted in the light of the office with his wide smile. “Ah, no. Danielle is my kid.  Took her in a while back and Elle still little.” 

Bruce relaxed his shoulders, another father as Jason’s mentor would be much better than a random man with a questionable history. “Oh, How old? Should I enroll her in school?” 

Dan shook his head and stuck his hand inside his chest, as casual as sticking a hand in a jacket pocket, only to frown and come up empty. 

“Huh, little brat snuck out while we were talking. She’s getting good at that.” 

Phantom floated from his chair, “Should I go look for her?” 

Bruce was about to get up himself when the office door was kicked open by his youngest son. 

“Father! Were you aware that Jason had fathered a child?”

Damian wasn’t talking seriously of course, if the satisfied smile on his face was any clue. The longer he was here in Wayne Manor, the more the kid was starting to act his age. There was a glee in his eyes, the same kind that his older kids had as they pranked and played with the others. 

Being held aloft ala Lion King, or perhaps a coveted trophy, a toddler girl with bright green eyes and messy black hair giggled and kicked her feet. 

“Da!”

[wayfayrr]

I've been wanting to play around more with reader's relationships with the other links in househusband au, as well as writing for other interactions that might not happen within the main story. For this one it's Cal and reader bonding over tarot cards!

the reader in this is gender neutral however, they do get referred to as mum by Cal so just a heads up if you don't like gendered terms being used!

"Is there any reason you'd like to learn to read these so badly Cal?"

"... well you taught Wind and Wild, didn't you? And that it's a family tradition… So I should learn, shouldn't I?"

There's more he isn't telling me, some other reason he doesn't want to admit. I won't pry, if he doesn't want to talk about it there's probably something sensitive there. He's practically my third son at this point though, if he wants to open up to me it'll be his choice. 

"You don't have to unless you want to link, I'm not going to force you alright?" 

"No, I'd like to know how to. Please [Name]"

"I'll start by giving you a reading then, that way you can see how I do it. Then you can try on your own afterwards."

The way Cal's watching me set up my cloth and unpack my cards would be unsettling if it were anyone else, but I know why he struggles more than any of the other links socially. He's focused on my hands though, like they'll tell him every secret he needs. Shuffling my cards is almost more natural to me than breathing, so even with his eyes on me, I don't make a single mistake. 

“[Name], you dropped one of your cards…”

“You see that’s one of the things with tarot, sometimes the cards that resonate most with you or the person you're reading for, force you to see them by coming loose as you shuffle…”

It’s the tower. No, I'm not teaching him this only for the card that defines him be, this. It’s fine, I can play it off. Just shuffle it back in like nothing happened.

“Or I just accidentally dropped it and there’s no meaning to this one.”

“You dropped it again.”

“I think I’m just being a bit clumsy honestly.”

Why does it keep falling out, I already know this about him. I know he’s going to have to go back and that he has this ahead of him, but can’t he be happy? Just for now?  Stop just telling me what I already know, please just let him have some hope, please. With how many times it’s fallen out, I have to tell him what it means. It would be cruel of me not to, but still… Is it so bad of me to want to give him some hope?

“... Mum, if it keeps falling out it has to have a meaning. I can handle it if it’s bad, please can you just tell me?”

He… that’s the first time he’s seen me as a parent. The first time he’s called me that, and it’s… I have to explain what it means to him even if I struggle to say it. Even though I want to protect him more than anything else, I can’t hide this from him. It wouldn’t be fair…And… I’m crying. He doesn’t deserve this, he’s just a kid. Why does he have to have the fate of Hyrule on his shoulders?

“The tower it’s… It’s mostly associated with danger, crisis and destruction. I’m so sorry Cal, I - you deserve so much better, I didn’t want to tell you.”

“You... I- don’t…”

How incredible am I? Now he’s crying as well, and that’s the last thing I wanted. I should’ve stopped myself from crying, he needs someone being strong for him right now, not this. 

“Is- would it be alright if I…”

“You don’t need to ask sweetheart…”

Cal was the link I thought would be the least likely to throw himself into my arms like this, but after being told that danger is the only thing you’re seen as associated with I don’t blame him for breaking down. Holding him right now is the least I can do, because no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to stop myself from crying and well what kind of parent would I be if I didn’t comfort my son? 

“I don’t think I want to go back to Hyrule mum. I don’t, I-I can’t”

“You don’t need to worry about that for now, just… I’m here for you, you’re not alone baby.”

“I- I’m the youngest knight in the history of Hyrule, I trained for years but even still, even still… I…”

This is the most emotion I’ve ever seen from Cal, the most words he’s ever said to me, I just - I just wish it was for a better reason, anything but this. The way he’s clinging to me, how he’s wrapping himself up into my hold, how he’s just breaking to pieces and I don’t even know how to comfort him… I never want to let him back to Hyrule, how could I when I know what's waiting for him, but do I even have a choice? For now, I’m just going to hold him close to me until he feels alright, even if that means I have to stay here for hours. Especially if it means that I have to sit here for hours, he deserves everything I can give him for comfort and more. 

“I failed… I couldn’t do it… I’m not l-like the others here… I don’t know what you see in me…I’m a failure…”

“It’s not your fault Cal, you’re not a failure, everything was against you. You had so much more to fight than the others, more than you ever should’ve. You never should’ve had to fight. I’m so sorry Cal.”

He doesn’t even have the energy to speak at this point it seems, with how his words are coming out as muffled whimpers and sobs.  Why did Hylia ever think it was a good idea to force children to become heroes, to have their lives ruined by this immense guilt and trauma because she can’t handle her own problems?  It makes sense he acts like Sage, he is a version of him from a different time period after all but them crying themselves to sleep on me is one trait I wish I never had to learn they shared. After he wakes up I won’t rest until he’s found something in this world he genuinely enjoys, something to take his mind off of everything. Has he ever had the time for hobbies before? For now though, I’ll stay here with him for as long as he needs. Until he wakes up, longer still if he wants me with him.

[mhathotfic]

Retired pro Bakugou who is surprisingly proud to be a trophy/househusband for his spouse exactly like way of the househusband

[a-hermit-pining]

Geto as a House Husband

Genre: Fluff Pairing: House husband Geto x Reader AN: I love him. He's so damn pretty. Who should I write next?

Have you seen him? He is mother material. Born to cook forced to slay. Let's say in a different world, you whisk this beautiful man into the domestic bliss of marriage.

Massive cottage core vibes with this one. He is very taken by the idea of not being regarded as a killing machine. Immediately busies himself with the task of decorating your shared home.

Just take this man away. Elope to mountains and save him (hermit begs you).

Wedding planning is another demon. He debates every single decision. Asking you about your preference between white gardenias or white peonies. (You love him and he is too sweet for you to say out loud that you for the end of the world cannot distinguish the flowers)

He creates elaborate flowcharts to compare the pros and cons of different cake flavors, or insists on stress-testing the honeymoon resort's structural integrity with a cursed technique (much to the staff's bewilderment).

Let's not even get into Gojo's best man speech. No one really recovered from that.

DIY projects are his shit. Renovating a raggedy old dresser into a vintage masterpiece is where his magic lies. Let this man cook.

Your home with him is a a whimsical blend of vintage finds and hand-stitched throw pillows adorned with subtle wards against lingering curses. Even the strategically placed spider plants weren't just decorative – they doubled as a natural barrier against negative energy (a discovery that both surprised and amused you).

His transition into a normal 'monkey' life was endearingly awkward, like the time he spent hours meticulously decoupaging a floral pattern onto a chair, muttering about the inefficiency of glue compared to a simple binding spell.

And the day Suguru is introduced to the world of crocheting, your world flips on its axis. The pure look of joy on his face unravels the seams of your heart as he presents you with the mood changing octopus on your birthday.

Weekends with him are craft days. With a classic rom-com in the background as he sits next to you, his hands busy in the dance of needles and yarn. Better even your fingers run through his hair, braiding his hair only to wake up to your husband with perfect mermaid waves next day.

You both are the kind of sickly sweet couple that cause Shoko to gag in cringe during holiday gatherings.

Your husband glows with the simplicity of life. His hands busy themselves with crafts, chores, gardening, never a moment of rest even in the hull of domesticity.

He is your Disney princess that rushes out to refill the bird feeder with the first rays of Sun, hums pleasantly at the sight of a perfectly baked batch of cookies, or paints the most delightful sceneries on your ceilings.

Geto Suguru was made to create. He loves the fresh scent of sheets, experimenting with new flavors of tea, or going down the path of BookTok with Faerie romances much to your astonishment.

It isn't long before, you both end up adopting teeny tiny twins from the local orphanage. Suguru's darling girls he spends his life nurturing.

He took to fatherhood with the same surprising zeal he brought to everything else. His days were filled with braiding tiny pigtails, reading bedtime stories with dramatic voice inflections (complete with a surprisingly convincing rendition of a grumpy troll), and building elaborate pillow forts that rivaled any jujutsu barrier.

And on nights when dreams of a different reality kept him away, you held his hand in yours. Calling your girls for a family sleepover in the living room. That was all it took to whisk the sadness away from your beloved's eyes.

[sillyfairouz]

i NEED to see househusband miguel o'hara fics, PLEASE

maybe i'll write one whenever i have the time... senior year is killing me OUGH

[animedumpfanfics]

HousehusbandToji! Drabble

a/n:Please be kind. We need more househusband Toji works please. I will do my part to add to the collection.

MDNI

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Took his job seriously. Yes job. Taking care of the home and his little family is a full fucking time job. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI wakes up  to the alarm that he set an hour before yours. Quickly turns it off and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping out of bed from under you. Slips on the gray sweatpants that’s tossed on the floor and makes his way to the kitchen to prepare you breakfast. 

After cooking your breakfast, makes sure he’s gets his fill of breakfast (i.e you)

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Makes sure you wake up to the brink of an orgasm. Pussy drooling into his hungry mouth made a satisfying breakfast for the man. Soft thighs thrown over his broad shoulder. Thumb roughly circling your erect clit. His thick, long tongue deep inside you drinking up every drop. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Would love to continue this with his cock but knows too much pleasure makes you tired again. Last time he did so, you were too tired to go to work. Been married for years but you still didn’t have the stamina to keep up.

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Would give you a sloppy good morning kiss so that you can taste yourself on his filthy tongue. “Morning, honeybun.” 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Would wake up the pup as you get ready for work. Two puppies, one black and other white, snuggled on the bed with Megumi. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Makes sure that the brat brushes his teeth correctly. Combs the kid’s hair that never lays flat. He would take the puppies out to the yard to do their business. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Would give you one more sloppy kiss before you leave for work.

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Is the eye candy of the PTA.  Usually membership was low but as soon as they heard about a mysterious tall broad and handsome man with a sexy scar on his lip with arms and thighs that can crush a watermelon…well PTA became over capacity. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI also has the attention of the housewives in his neighborhood. Jogs the neighborhood shirtless every morning during the warmer months after dropping off Megumi. Washes & waxes his sleek black car also shirtless with two puppies trailing after him. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Texts you asking if you want anything in particular for dinner before he hits the grocery store. He stops by Ulta because he remembered you mentioned that morning about running low  of a few skincare products.

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Picks up the brat from school and heads to the local library to get a week's worth of kids books. Because one of his favorite things to do with the brat is their daily reading time before he goes to bed. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJIHelps Megumi with homework before he starts preparing for dinner. Megumi sometimes helps if he’s not occupied playing with the pups. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJIHas dinner already prepared as you make your way inside from work. Gives you a welcome home kiss and steers you to the dinner table.

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI After dinner would massage your feet and ask about your day at work. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI After reading Megumi a bedtime story would make sure to draw you a bath. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Had ulterior motives when slathering shea butter lotion over your body, He’s done a good job with taking care of the home & their pup sleeping soundly across the hall. 

HOUSEHUSBAND!TOJI Would ask you if he deserves some reward for all his hard work. 

Of course you obliged. 

[strawberry-artini]

Return of househusband!Harvey, but this time he's a biiiiit tipsy 🥰💕

Partial part two to this drawing here 😊

[bro-let-me-sleep]

Househusband! Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader somebody plzzzz

[rendy-a]

hi hi! can I ask for some househusband Ruggie with a side of cottagecore? the literal kind- fluff, and tysm for writing! his S/O has a garden full off food, can work carpentry and the repair work, so.. does he just decide to be a malewife with the occasional side gigs? (at least half of his living costs just became free) how would he navigate a life like that? would he brag about his S/O? did he pull a 'yes I do the cleaning yes I-' in the head the second he learnt about it? ty again!

Thank you for the request! I had to look up what Cottagecore was but, agh! that fits Ruggie so well. He'd love to have such a self-sufficient spouse as his partner. I hope you enjoy my musings about living in the countryside with Ruggie.

He can’t get used to having food available all over.  Garden, check.  Orchard, check.  Canned food in the pantry, yes.  Homemade bread on the table, you know it.  Is this home or a buffet?  He can’t help but hoard a little bit of food in his Tupperware.  Luckily, turning those leftovers into new meals is also one of your hobbies.

Ruggie has spent so much time doing odd jobs that he can’t comfortably sit still for long periods of time.  You introduce him to some of your idle hobbies to help him deal with the change.  Knitting on the porch wiles away the evening.  You’ll each have a new pair of warm socks before winter.  When the snow keeps you indoors, you teach Ruggie how to needlepoint.  Embroidered cushions make great gifts (and are easy to sell in the summer farmer’s market shishishi!)

Self-sufficiency means making a lot of things yourself.  Ruggie is used to fixing items from his odd jobs but you are full-on making things from scratch.  Whether it is furniture, a new garden bed or a replacement roof on the shed; if something needs making, you are making it together!  You need to teach him the ropes, but Ruggie makes for a first-class woodworking assistant.  There is nothing more satisfying than finishing a project that you’ve done together.

Deep fall was setting in and Ruggie was doing his annual check-over for winter.  You both knew it was unnecessary, but it gave him comfort to know things were there, so you ignored it.  You passed by the root cellar and could hear him counting jars of your canned food.  “How are things looking down there?” you called to him.  You heard a surprised yelp from below before your spouse’s face appeared in the stairwell.  “Geeze, don’t scare me like that.  I almost dropped a jar of peaches,” he reproaches you gently.  You smile an apology to him.  “I think we’ll be ok.  Might have to ration the berry jam; I wish we’d have noticed when the birds started in on our bushes,” he finishes with an annoyed expression.  You give him a grunt of agreement and wander away. 

The next time you noticed your spouse doing his secret inspection was the following day.  You were returning from the neighbor’s place.  You had an arrangement with them to trade some of your special recipe canned tomato sauce for their soft, homespun yarn.  You had chosen a yarn ball with golden hues that reminded you of your spouse’s adorable ears.  You smiled as you walked over the last hill separating your home from the next and caught sight of those same adorable ears poking up from the rooftop.  You knew what he was doing up there; checking for leaks and worrying that your little nest would be less than cozy over the cold winter months.  Even so, you called up to him, “Lose something up there?”  He jumps up and looks down at you guiltily, “Ah no.  I thought I heard a bird or something trapped up here and came to give it a look.”  You smile at him, “Find any?”  He looks at you suspiciously, “No but maybe I should keep looking.”  You wave a goodbye, “Ok Dear, just be down in time for dinner.  I’m making those biscuits you like so much.”

Dinner that night was a quiet affair, but it usually is.  One of your favorite parts of living in the countryside is the silence that comes from having no close neighbors.  You love the soft change in melody when the birds stop chirping and the night insects take over instead.  You open the oven a tiny crack to check on your cooking (it’s progressing well) and then wander off to find your spouse.  Ruggie is in the linen closet checking over your warm blankets; probably both counting the quantity and searching for holes that need mending.  “How’s the inspection going?” you ask from behind.  Ruggie heaves a tired sigh, “It’s all in order.”  You tilt your head to the side, “You don’t sound happy about that.” 

He grabs the collar of his shirt and looks at you accusingly, “It’s not right.  Something doesn’t feel right.  Life can’t be this easy.  My life can’t be this easy.” He finishes quietly looking at you out of the corner of his eye.  You step to his side and rub his back comfortingly.  You’d chase all his demons away, if you could but you know this is a battle for him to conquer himself.  You lay your head briefly on his shoulder and remark, “Diner will be done soon.  Come sit down whenever you are ready.”  Then you give him a kiss on the cheek and head back to the kitchen.

One of your favorite things about cooking for Ruggie is how thoroughly he enjoys his meals.  He eats your simple fare with relish, lip-smacking after each course.  “Seconds?” you ask impishly.  He gives you a wide grin and holds out his plate.  You put another helping on and he thanks you with his signature “Shishishi!”  When you finally gauge that even a glutton like Ruggie has had his fill, you come over to collect his plate.  You put your arm around him and kiss the top of his head, “All set?”  He lets out a contented huff and puts his hand on your arm, “Yeah, I’m full.”  You move to grab the plate, but he does not release your arm.  You look down at him and he mutters, “So full.”  Then he leans his head into your belly and closes his eyes.  You move to give him a full embrace and lean your head on the top of his own. 

The winter winds would come soon but what did it matter when your cottage was so filled with warm love.