⊱ Sandy 20s, INTP she/her, self-proclaimed angst queen, your local big thigh gf, cult leader!Geto’s devotee. sometimes post about call of duty. previously @/cursedmoonchild. side blog: @hellcries
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geto talking about a fight he had with satoru but you know they’ll make peace later, right now it’s impossible to focus since he’s cooking without a shirt and keeps flexing his arm as he’s mixing the ingredients, veins popping and strands of his black hair falling from the bun on his shoulders.
“do you hear me? i’m not being dramatic right?” he turns around and you see his chest is a bit sweaty from staying so close to the stove.
“of course not, love” you lean on the counter, not a word he said stuck in your brain.
✘ SUMMARY: when you told your husband about your plans to return to the demon slayer corps for the first time after your marriage you were not expecting the fight that would proceed, now it’s up to your wives to try to fix the situation.
✘ GENRE: angst, hurt/comfort.
✘ 4.3k words
✘ CONTENTS: possessive!tengen, wlw, throat fucking, some hate fucking (tengen on suma and makio), face sitting, unprotected sex, oral (both), the wives are married to each other too, there’s a talk about reader and tengen having kids in the future but no pregnancy talk.
✘ NOTE: my first tengen writing as a fandom contribution, i hope i was able to portrait him well, let me know what you think!
“Are you awake?” you hear your husband’s voice in the dark, tired eyes opening — although you haven’t been able to properly sleep since you closed them — to find his fuchsia ones looking at you, two bodies away. You shift on Hina’s chest where you have been laying on, Tengen had Makio and Suma both peacefully asleep on his chest.
“No” you answer dryly, closing your eyes again.
This night has been tumultuous. After months thinking about it you have finally decided to speak to your husband and wives about your will to be a demon slayer again.
You had left the corps once you married Uzui, getting some basic kunoichi training from him and the wives to assist him in his missions, but you always felt out of place since the four of them already had their ninja dynamics from working together for years, the overwhelming sensation of being out of this place causing you to stay behind to ‘look out for the house’ sometimes.
Instead you would take your custom made sword that has been leaning on a closet for months, and slice the air, trees or some bambus and practice your breathing techniques.
You miss that, doing something you were good at, fighting demons and not just evacuating villages when one was around or staying out of the way when Tengen was fighting.
That’s the life you wanted back.
“You absolutely will not’’ Tengen said without batting an eye. Everyone at the dinner table stopped chewing and froze their hands mid-air.
