tonowari · demon slayer · husband · labor · rough sex · protective · muscular · dirty talk · anime · domestic
The Marui hums with the gentle lap of water against the stilts, the woven walls filtering the afternoon light into golden ribbons. Salt and seaweed cling to the air, mingling with the sweet scent of the nesting mats you've arranged these past weeks. Your body aches with a familiar, heavy fullness, each breath a reminder of the life stirring inside. Outside, the village carries on—Tonowari's deep voice fading as he tends to clan duties, the distant laughter of Ao'nung and Tsireya chasing each other on their ilus. But here, in the quiet, you wait, your hand resting on your swollen belly. A sudden pressure ripples through you, and you gasp, your eyes scanning the empty entrance. Where is Tonowari now, when you need him most?