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Domestic Hashira: Part 5 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Chapter 5 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 1497 words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Part 4

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The warmth of the water covered your body from the night's breeze. The night was still young, and you and your husband decided to try out the private onsen that was a part of the featured amenities of the inn where you were both staying. As a hashira, Himejema's status often brought unexpected kindness, such as the generous offer of an extended stay at the inn.

Himejima guided you to him with his pointy finger, interlacing with your hands gently. He intended to pull you closer to him so he could connect with you more. "Come closer, my love," he whispered. You followed his finger as he led you to him. As you got closer to him, you could feel the air begin to feel warmer from the onsen and the stone hashira's body heat. The onsen was bright, and you are thankful for your vision, as you can perfectly picture Himejima's huge and muscular form. Making you drawn to him even more. 

There was a boulder under the water of the bath where Himejima sat; he then led you to sit in between his lap and pulled you into a warm embrace. It was a truly romantic experience, feeling the warm water of the onsen with your husband, the night's tranquility enhancing the moment's intimacy. 

"Is the onsen warm enough for you, (Y/N)?" Himejima's deep voice rumbled, his large hand gently squeezing your arm. "It had a good warmth when I first dipped in," you murmured, leaning into his touch, "but it got much warmer now that I'm closer to you."

A soft hum of contentment vibrated through his chest. "It's such a nice way to relax in the onsen, finally," he sighed, the tension in his broad shoulders seeming to ease.

"Truly is," you agreed, shifting playfully in his lap. "My body's certainly feeling less sore now."

The words barely left your lips when Himejima startled, his massive frame tensing." Sore? Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?" He moved with immediate haste, his hands gently but urgently feeling along your back and arms, his face etched with genuine concern as he sought to ensure you were in the best state after your act of love.

"I'm fine, silly!" you chuckled at his reaction to your words. "I'm just sore from walking after a long day of exploring the village." Stone Hashira was relieved after hearing your words. However, it still made him feel uneasy about your condition after you made love. You noticed how Himejima became even more careful with you after that—wanting to give him a sense of clarity and ease his worry.

You leaned into his strong, comforting presence, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Honestly," you continued, your voice a gentle murmur, "I am happy to be able to share that moment with you, being so intimate, it just… it made me feel even closer to you." You felt a warmth spread through you, a quiet joy settling deep in your chest. "And seeing how much my husband cares for me," you added, your fingers tracing the firm line of his arm.

The thought brought a genuine, contented sigh to your lips. You leaned forward towards The Stone Hashira, putting your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer as you felt the tension with his rise. You locked your lips with Gyomei and felt the wetness of his lips pressing into yours.

This closeness and honesty was a happiness you hadn't fully anticipated. It wasn't just the passion you shared but the quiet intimacy that followed, the unspoken understanding that bloomed in its wake. Knowing Gyomei was worried, even if it was a little much, just affirmed the depth of his feelings for you. You were happy not just in the moment but with the profound sense of security and acceptance that permeated your relationship. You cherished every moment, feeling reassured by your relationship's deep understanding of security.

The moonlight's glow captivated your eyes, allowing you to remember a particular scenario of your life. It is similar to what you saw the night before you were off to marry, sparking thoughts that started a conversation. 

"Gyomei, what made you decide to accept the marriage arrangement?"

This question sparked a thought in Himejima's head, and he replied, "When the arrangement was made, I accepted it with an open heart as I brought all my duties." 

He paused, then lowered his gaze to meet yours, his sightless eyes conveying a tenderness that needed no sight to be felt, a tenderness that spoke volumes about his feelings for you. His words struck you. You felt a little blue thinking about how your marriage was not formed through love but an arrangement because of the death of your parents. "But then, my dear," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear, "There was you. What began as an acceptance of duty transformed into something far more profound. Your presence in my life didn't just bring me clarity; it forged a purpose: to love and to protect you."

You were utterly captivated by his words, heartened as you were open to his thoughts. A warmth spread through you, painting your cheeks a rosy red as you shyly pressed your head deeper into his hard, comforting chest, trying to meld your body closer to his. The intimacy of the moment enveloped you, making you feel safe, cherished, and utterly secure in his embrace.

"Is there something wrong, my dear?" he asks, taking note of the change in your body language. He wants to ensure you're doing well.

"Nothing," you shake your head, that pressed closer onto his chest. "I just feel happy that I was married to you. A part of me feels uplifted. I lost my parents before I met you, and I thought I would never have anyone else in my life. I am grateful to have you as my husband."

Your head looks up to the Stone Hashira's face. Looking up at him, you can clearly see the curved smile formed on his face while tears begin to run down his cheeks, illuminated by the bright moonlight. "This mutual love I share with you makes me believe I was connected with you for a reason. I'm honored to have you as my wife in this lifetime (Y/N)."

Your heart swells, a profound sense of warmth filling you. Hearing Gyomei's heartfelt words, you realize you've never been this grateful for having him as your husband. "You know what, Gyomei," you say, a playful glint in your eye, "you might be big and scary, carrying the title of Stone Hashira, even the strongest Hashira, but to me, you're more like the mochi I ate when we went around the village." Your voice carries a playful tone, adding to the lightheartedness of the moment.

"A mochi?" he questions, a hint of amusement in his tone, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion.

You nod, a soft smile on your face. "Yes, because you're always soft and gentle to me." You gently trace the line of his jaw, your affectionate gesture adding to the intimacy of the moment shared between the both of you.

A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest, a sound you had come to cherish above all others. "Is that my new given title now? The Mochi Hashira?" he asked, and you nodded, a playful smile on your lips. The thought clearly delighted him as his deep laugh filled the quiet night air. After such intimacy, there was no better way to spend the evening than basking in the warmth of shared feelings.

Finally, you both withdrew from the onsen, drying off slowly, reluctant to release the tranquil warmth. Without a word, Gyomei gently scooped you up bridal style, a sudden action that startled you. Himejima Gyomei wasn't considered for the title of the Strongest Hashira for no reason; he could effortlessly carry tenfold your weight. Yet, despite his immense strength, a familiar shyness made you reserved. You were still getting used to these intimate moments with him, especially recalling the last time when he'd saved you from a demon's attack during such a vulnerable moment.

"Don't you dare let me fall!" you teased, clinging tighter. A low chuckle rumbled in Gyomei's chest. "As if I ever would, my love."

Back in your room, he gently laid you down. You instinctively sought the comfort of the bed you shared with your husband, settling beside Himejima.The simple act of lying beside him brought a wave of pleasure, a deep sense of belonging you hadn't known was imaginable.

As twilight gracefully deepened, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a silent promise, then tightened you securely into his chest. You snuggled deeper into his powerful embrace, and sleep claimed you, delicate and utterly safe, knowing you were completely his and he, entirely yours. The comfort and assurance in his arms were a priceless gift you held close to your heart.

Part 6.  

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Domestic Hashira: Part 6 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Chapter 6 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 2301 words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Part 5

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After spending a whole week on an extended vacation spent in the neighboring town that offered you a romantic getaway with your husband, your shared love did not end once you returned home with Himejima. Instead, the passion has flourished like the lotus flower growing in a pond of stagnant water.

Things were not always the best throughout your life, and it did not work out well for you. Nevertheless, who would've thought that in a moment, you'd spend your life with a man who loved you dearly and captivated your heart entirely.

You spend your mornings finding the luxury of meditating with Himejima, who taught you how to meditate to give you a greater sense of serenity ever since he figured out how you wake up in the middle of the night, being reminded by traumatic incidents, and it helped you handle your nightmares. Ever since you started meditating, stillness has been present in your mornings. 

He is supportive and never fails to give you the help you need. It may be comforting you in the middle of the night as you are awoken from your deep slumber, or taking time to understand what triggers you to experience all of the inconveniences your past has caused you. Himejima will always be the person you could trust the most, as he provides you with hope to look forward to in the future, especially with him. Gyomei has been so helpful as a guiding light to you in your journey of dealing with your unresolved traumatic past; it makes you wonder how much darkness he must have gone through to have so much wisdom. 

It is embedded in the knowledge that after living with your husband for months, Himejima trains early in the morning by himself, comes back to your house to greet you and have breakfast together, and gets his lunch before he leaves to go to the corps. Most of the time, he is needed there for his duties. As his title permits, he has more duties and spends time with Ubuyashiki in the corps. 

However, this morning was quite peculiar; you woke up feeling sick to your stomach after a terrible nightmare. You went straight to the bathroom and expelled the nausea from your body with terrible flashbacks from your nightmare. You managed to compose yourself before returning to your bedroom, to notice that it was around lunch time and there were no signs of your husband anywhere. 

The strangeness in the morning was not from you being awoken by your nightmare, but your husband was nowhere to be seen. You asked for help around your house, but they only mentioned how Gyomei left early and never said a word.

This made you feel terrible because not only did you wake up not feeling well, but you also did not feel good about Gyomei's actions. You did not understand how you felt bad about Himejima not bothering to see you before he left, as usual. 

Still, it feels like you are making a big deal out of a simple situation when you know that he probably has a lot of essential duties to accomplish. You just hoped that he approached it differently. You thought of making him lunch and dropping it by the corps to see him and ease yourself. You figured you would visit a doctor before bringing Himejima his packed lunch to feel better. 

As you arrive at the corps, you are greeted by Mitsuri’s warm embrace about how she misses you. Obanai was also present in the area and was silent at the side. It is not unusual to see you around the corps ever since you married Gyomei, you are well-respected considering your husband's title as the Strongest Hashira, and you have managed to build a good relationship with the other fellow hashiras as your visit became more frequent. One hashira you have gotten quite close to is Mitsuri as her bubbly personality allows you to be more comfortable with her and she has been a fan of the sakura mochi cakes that you make to offer to the people at the corps.  

"(Y/n), how come you never visit often," she cries as you try to breathe from her strong embrace.

"I'm sorry, I've been busy at home lately," you replied to her.

"Unacceptable, I miss having you around here and I miss your homemade sakura mochi cake! Did you bring some?" Looking at her, you can see her puppy eyes begging and about to cry if you told her you did not bring with you her favorite snacks. "Of course, here," you said as you offered her the sakura mochi cakes.

"Thank you, (Y/n). You're so kind and that what makes you more beautiful," you chuckled at her compliment as she munched on those sakura mochi cakes, "Anyways, what brings you here at the corps today?" she asks.

"Oh, I came to drop by Gyomei's lunch," Mitsuri gave you a surprised look when you told her about your purpose. "Himejima-san? He has not shown up the whole day today," hearing the words of Mitsuri, made you feel baffled.

It's a strange mix of relief and anxiety that hits you. Relief, because he wasn't ignoring you for work as you'd first thought—he wasn't even at the Corps. Anxiety, because if he wasn't here, where was he, and why hadn't he sent word?

"He hasn't been here at all?" you ask, your voice thin, barely a whisper. You can feel Obanai's silent, assessing gaze from the side.

Mitsuri pauses, a half-eaten piece of mochi in her hand. "Not that I've seen, (Y/n). I've been around since the morning meeting, and he wasn't there. Maybe he's on a very important, secret mission!" she suggests brightly, trying to find a positive spin, but even her cheerful tone sounds forced.

You shake your head, trying to clear the sudden fog of worry. Gyomei is the most dutiful and conscientious person you know. He would always inform the Corps, and especially the Master, of his whereabouts, even on the most sensitive of assignments.

Obanai finally speaks, his voice a low, dry rasp. "He left before dawn. I saw him drop by, and he talked to Oyakata-sama."

The mention of his leaving before dawn without a word to you is a fresh wave of hurt, quickly overwhelmed by the bigger wave of concern. You realize that visiting the doctor was a good idea, but now your worry for your husband eclipses your own discomfort. The thought of the perfectly packed lunch makes your stomach clench.

"Thank you, Mitsuri, Obanai," you manage to say, forcing a slight smile that feels miles away from your heart. "I... I should head home. Maybe he's already returned."Mitsuri rushes forward and gives you a soft, supportive hug. "I'll see you soon, (Y/n)! Please take care!"

Obanai simply nods a farewell as you make your hasty retreat. You thank the few other Corps members you pass, ignoring their respectful greetings, your mind already racing ahead. You leave the Corps grounds, the beautiful weather, and the peaceful atmosphere, starkly contrasted with the turmoil brewing inside you. You walk faster and faster, your anxiety building with every step you take, closer to your own quiet home. You clutch the lunch, and the warmth of the food is a cold comfort now.

At home, you arrive carrying the cold bento box that was warm when you left this morning. Thus, arriving at your house felt so gloomy, greeted with the emptiness of the rooms, the grass dancing as the wind passed in the courtyard of your shared home. A sense of vulnerability spreads across your body. You have not felt better ever since this morning. As the day draws to a close, an uneasy feeling still lingers in your stomach. As the discomfort grew more distressing with each passing moment, you held on to it. 

The fatigue you have experienced since this morning has only felt worse from travelling to the corps and the anxious feeling of needing to see your husband. Himejima never leaves anywhere without letting you know. In cases where he cannot reach you himself, he will send a crow to put out a word, so you do not have to worry about his whereabouts. To provide yourself with downtime, you walked yourself to sit by the edge of the wooden floor with your feet on the ground, leaning on the open wooden door, and overlooking the courtyard. A tightness in your chest limits your ability to replenish yourself with oxygen. Your eyes grew tired, and you began to desire to gradually close them shut. With one last breath, you fell into a slumber that you needed. 

A moment later, your mind has awoken, but still, your eyes are heavily shut, allowing you to rest your eyes instead of falling into a deep slumber. Even if your eyes were shut, you are still aware of the light that you can see because of the lights around your house. This light turned into darkness, which allowed you to know that there was a considerable presence around you that you could sense.

You opened your eyes and saw your husband standing strong. Your eyes came to realize that her husband was there, which made her teary-eyed without tears falling down. The journey of emotions from confusion to recognition to relief was evident in her voice as she called out," Gyomei." He sat beside her.

It was odd for you to call him by his name, as you were used to calling him by his pet name as an endearment for him.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you. You left without a word." The longing in her voice was palpable as she hit him on his chest, where he held it to stop her. Gyomei's massive shoulders seemed to slump, though the change was subtle, more a tremor in the very atmosphere around him than a physical collapse. 

He took a slow, deep breath, the movement of his lungs a heavy sound in the quiet room. "You are right to question me, my firefly. And you are right to be angry that I left you to wonder." He didn't need his sight to know her expression had shifted from anger to a painful, dawning understanding.

"(Y/n), I went somewhere I needed to be alone," he confessed, his voice dropping, the deep timbre catching with raw emotion. "I went to see the children I used to take care of. To pray for them, the little souls I failed to protect. It was on this day, several years ago."

The giant man bowed his head slightly, his hand reached out to yours and you can feel his grip on your hand tightening momentarily. From the beginning, Himejima told you the story of his past. A past that has haunted him. It came to you as a surprise that he was once a hapless monk who took the responsibility of taking care of an orphanage. An orphanage that was crushed by a demon one evening after one disobedient child. The heavy weight of Himejima’s past has made you realize what a life he has lived to become the man who you love and adore. You could only give him nothing, but sympathy with tears flowing from your eyes. 

“My love, I was just worried,” you told him. 

"I left without a word because I did not know what to tell you. Because telling you the truth—speaking of their faces, of the silence I found that morning—it still feels like reliving that day. I feared opening that dark place to you, afraid it would... taint the warmth we have built."

He brought her hand fully to his lips, pressing a kiss not just to her knuckles, but to her palm. "My past is not a secret from you, my love," he murmured, the words a difficult, heartfelt promise. "It is a heavy stone I carry with me, and I have selfishly tried to bear its weight for years… alone. Forgive me, my dear."

“Gyomei, I have kept something from you as well,”you said with a slight hesitation to your voice. Your eyes lifted to see your husband’s face with tears flowing onto his sightless eyes “I’m pregnant.” He did not move at first. The hand that had been pressing a kiss to your palm stayed there, his forehead coming to rest against your skin. They weren't just the tears of a man haunted by ghosts; they were the tears of a man overwhelmed by a future he never thought he was allowed to have.

"Forgive my silence," he choked out, his voice vibrating with a depth of emotion that shook his chest. "I have spent my life mourning the children I could not save. I have walked a path of stone and sorrow, believing my hands were meant only for destruction and protection through ends."

His words brought a sense of anxiety onto your heart. He leaned forward, pulling you into the sanctuary of his embrace. Being held by Himejima was like being shielded by the earth itself—massive, unyielding, and safe. He tucked your head under his chin, his large frame heaving with a sob that was finally laced with a sliver of joy. "To think that we would be blessed with a life to nurture," he murmured into your hair. "I was afraid my past would taint our warmth, but you have brought a light into my world that even the deepest shadows cannot swallow." He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a solemn, heartfelt vow. "No more secrets. No more carrying the weight alone. We will walk this path together, and I will never let you go."

This story will have a Part 7.

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Domestic Hashira Part 4 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Part 4 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 2441 words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Warning/s: This story contains sexual content that may not be suitable for some readers, please do not interact if you’re a minor.

Part 3

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Days with Himejima felt better after you both had a conversation about your true feelings with one another. The weight on your chest felt lighter, and the days have gone sweeter since then. Himejima's gentle nature and unwavering support have created a haven for your love to flourish. You felt as if every day with him was a precious gift, a reminder of the beauty that can only be found in sincere human connection.

The stone hashira was invited to a festival in a busy neighboring village by the mayor, as Himejima was known to have defeated a demon that attacked their village. As his promise, Himejima asked you to accompany him to this festival. You could not be more thrilled to enjoy this festival with him. This will be your first trip together, and you are looking forward to the sweet and intimate moments you will share with your beloved husband. 

You carefully adjusted the position of the kanzashi Himejima had given you, ensuring your hair looked neat and elegant. This night had to be perfect, and you wanted to look your best as you were clothed in a beautiful embellished kimono. There is a mild feeling of nervousness in your heart. Not for anything negative, but you were not sure about today–you were hoping nothing terrible would happen to ruin your perfect night with Gyomei. 

You stepped out of the changing era to be greeted by your seven-foot-two husband standing firm with an olive kimono. He looked more attractive in your eyes than he was. The sight of him formed a curve on your lips. Hurriedly, you walked towards him and hugged his form. "My darling, you look so handsome," you told Gyomei.

As your body was pressed onto Himejima, you could feel his large hand rub your hair. You looked up to him to see him smile. His hand moved to feel your kimono; there, he tried to use his sense of touch to get a visualization of how you were clothed. Thus, his hands moved up to your cheeks, feeling the details of your face. He pulls you to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

"You're beautiful, (y/n)," You knew that Gyomei was blind and could only rely on his other senses, but he did not lie when he muttered those words to you. "How would you know? I'm starting to think you're just secretly pretending to be blind," you said, and you both let out a chuckle.  

"You're the most beautiful woman in here. I know that." Himejima confidently said it with a smile on his lips. This caused your heart to flutter, and your cheeks turned red. Gyomei really knows what to say every time. 

Both of you enjoyed touring the village by buying some souvenirs, playing some games, and eating the food the festival has to offer. In the middle of it, Gyomei noticed how you felt a little tired from the whole night. It was a long night, indeed. Although you wanted to wait for the fireworks show, you could feel yourself wanting to rest and sit down already. 

"(Y/n), are you okay?" he asks you. 

"I'm just a little tired from the walk. Can we rest for a while?" you replied.

The two of you went back to the inn for you to rest. The place was clean and spacious. You were hoping for the fireworks show, but it's still too early for that. Thus, the place was crowded as there were plenty of people at the festival. You rested with your husband, and you checked out the little trinkets you got. 

"Do you like them?" he'd ask, his voice gentle. 

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes. This is the one you got me," you replied, then reached out to him for a kiss on his lips.

"You barely give me kisses anymore," you mentioned jokingly to tease him. He was taken aback and was silent for a short while. You decided to be truthful and confront him with that, as you missed your husband's physical touch. "Gyomei, it’s okay. We've settled that already." 

Gyomei's face, usually serene and calm, would show a sight of pain. His silence would be filled with a heavy, almost palpable, weight. "That night changed me. As a pillar, I'm sworn to protect the weak and innocent. I cannot bear the thought of touching you when I'm afraid that I would only give you more pain." He would pause, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His voice would tremble slightly.

The love you feel for Himejima is beyond the stars. Your head falls onto Himejima's shoulders to let him know you were there for him and share the pain he felt. The stone hashira felt relieved by your act. He, too, loves you wholeheartedly. Though he has had some traumas in the past, you've also learned to become patient with him through difficult times. 

Thus, without hesitation, you planted a kiss on his cheeks. "Huh. That didn't feel scary at all." you teased him again to assure him that it was okay. This caused your husband to feel more comfortable in intimate moments. Slowly, building trust between the two of you. "Not even a bit painful–more likely sweet," you continued.

You could feel his warm, calloused hand—-Himejima held your face and wiped your cheek, feeling the detail of your right face. "I'll kiss you here." Without haste, he leaned onto your forehead and kissed you. "And here," He continued, kissing your cheeks, one after another. Thus, kiss your face all over. A slight pause to feel the moment of tension between you was getting heavy. You've always loved moments like this with him; it's so intimate, and it makes you explore more of your relationship with your husband. Thus, you never would have thought that your husband would be a man like this. 

Your first impression of Himejima based on his physical appearance was different from who he is right now. Given his colossal form, you would've guessed that he's a very traditional stoic man, especially with his religious background. However, you are glad you were wrong with your first impression, as Himejima is the sweetest and gentlest giant there. 

Then, you both gave in and let the moment happen. You could feel Gyomei's wet lips pressed onto yours heavily. His short kisses were good, but his long kisses were better. It does not feel fast or aggressive. Instead, it felt like he was taking his time. He lightly bit your lower lip in the middle of your make-out session. 

Gyomei pulled back from your ardent kissing. You took the opportunity to catch your breath. In your mind, this was the end of your intimate session with him. Though, you felt Gyomei plant a kiss on your jaw going down to your neck. This gave your skin shivers and butterflies on your stomach. 

He continued kissing you down to your neck to your chest, which made you caught off guard. "Gyomei, don't hold back," you whispered. The gentle giant heard you and followed your command. He did not stop his act and moved your shoulders down to the tip of your fingers. He then went back to attack your neck by licking a part of it and lightly biting your flesh. This caused you to release a soft moan. 

You felt embarrassed by that, as you didn't know that something like that could come out of your mouth. You covered your mouth to cover up the embarrassment. However, this encouraged Himejima to pleasure you more. His hand can be felt through your knees up to your thighs. Thus, you felt him pull away from your neck and move down on your thighs.

"G-gyomei—"You clearly felt his wet lips bite a part of your inner thigh. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you as Himejima's lips trailed down your thigh. His kisses reached down to your thighs, which caused you to be more nervous than you were feeling already. His lips trailed your legs from your knee up to the innermost corner of your thigh, which caused you to shake a little. Then, you felt Himejima pull away and move up from your stomach to plant kisses on your chest. 

His touch was gentle yet firm, sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but moan softly, your body reacting involuntarily to his pleasure.

Himejima paused and slowly removed your garment, revealing your chest area. You can feel the heat of your body getting warmer. He leaned in and kissed your bare chest, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. You closed your eyes, lost in the moment. His mouth met your nipples, sucking it and nibbling it gently. "Gyomei," You moaned as you could feel the wetness of that area from his mouth. 

He removed his mouth from your breast and reached out to your forehead to plant a kiss there, only for him to move to the lower part of your body. As Himejima continued his exploration, your body began to tremble with anticipation. You can feel him move away from your robe for him to access your lower area, and his breath can be felt on your most precious part.  

You felt a sense of surrender, letting him take control. This made your body give in to him even more. His touch was so intimate, so personal. As he deepened his work on your lower body, your senses heightened, the world narrowing to the intensity of the moment. With such haste, your fingers covered your lady parts as you felt Himejima breathe.  

The gentle giant paused for a while and moved his head away between your legs. He gently grabbed your hand and placed it beside his cheek. "I want to feel you everywhere," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. You are clueless about the fact that you asked Gyomei not to hold himself back, but his confidence in examining your whole body has made you feel self-conscious. His words enabled you to give in and allowed him to continue with his act. 

He explored your lower area entirely, not leaving any surface of your skin untouched. Himejima's lips trailed a fiery path down your private parts, each brush igniting a shiver of anticipation. You surrendered utterly, lost in the intoxicating swirl of passion and tenderness. 

Himejima leans in after moving away from your lower body, his breath warm against your skin. "I'll use my fingers now." He speaks, informing you politely of the next act he is going to do to you. You felt his rough and thick fingers insert inside your precious parts slowly. With a tender touch, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

You bit his lip in the middle of your passionate kiss and paused for a moment. You have never felt something like this before. Himejima's two fingers were enough to stretch you out and make you feel things differently for the first time. He continued moving his fingers swiftly until you pulled away from his lips and held his arm since you felt a knot coming from your stomach. A sudden, sharp pleasure shot through you, and you pulled away, breathless. A slight, involuntary sound escaped your lips as a warm liquid pooled between your thighs. Mortified, you covered your face, your heart pounding in your chest. 

The stone hashira positioned himself on top of you after you were catching your breath after the intense feeling of reaching your climax for the first time. You can feel Himejima's hands aligning his member to insert himself inside your womanhood. You can feel the tip of his member, and you know that there is a vast size difference between the two of you. However, despite your size difference with your husband, you trust him as you know how much of a gentle giant he is. You felt safe in his care, nevertheless. 

The stinging pain from the size of his manhood lingered, however, a wave of pleasure took over as Gyomei added more force in each thrust. There, you could not hold back your loud moans with each force he exerts onto you. You know well how Himejima could exert a much more stronger force to thrusts, but holds himself back as he is careful when it comes to situations like this. You were far too delicate for him to simply use much more of his strength.

As the giant man became faster, your nails dug deep into his muscular shoulders, holding onto him tightly. You have reached your peak and you felt like you were going to pass out from the feeling of your husband pounding onto you. In a glimpse of an eye, you felt one final hard thrust from him as he pulled out. 

Finally, Himejima pulled away, his breath heavy. You were still reeling from the intensity, the feeling of slumber amounting from the pleasure you felt. Without hesitation, he quickly grabbed a towel having hesitated at the last moment about releasing inside you. A blush crept up your neck as you instinctively closed your legs to hide your pulsating core and cover your chest. 

Afterwards, he gently covered you with his robe, sensing how vulnerable you felt as you were still exposed. “(Y/n), may I?” he asked softly, holding up a clean cloth. You hummed in response, your eyes still closed. Himejima carefully cleaned you, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Are you alright, (Y/n)?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“No,” you muttered, staring at your husband’s stoic face. His hand stopped and he panicked after hearing your response. “Did I do anything wrong? Were you hurt?” 

“No, silly. I just wanted to get a reaction from you. You looked so serious,” you chuckled. The tension visibly eased from the stone hashira’s shoulders, though his concern still lingered. “I feel astonished…but I’ll forever cherish our first time together, Gyomei.”

A curve formed up his lips, he felt more at ease this time. “I’m glad you feel that way. I just wanted to make sure it was good for you,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I love making love with you, (y/n).” You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. As you lay there together, a sense of peace washed over you. 

Under the soft glow of moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon you as you shared this moment with Gyomei. With enough trust and vulnerability from one another, this intimacy was your first time as a couple where both of you gave in to each other’s pleasure.

Part 5.  

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Domestic Hashira: Part 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Chapter 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 1709  words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Part 2

The whole day, you and Himejima did not speak a word to each other.  You shared lunch together, and both of you spent the rest of the afternoon doing your usual duties and Himejima training as hard as ever. It only felt like a day, but you did not want to be with Himejima like this. It was awkward, peculiar, and uncomfortable. You missed your husband.

After your bath, you stepped outside the bathroom to the changing area to change into your sleepwear. You were startled by a large, familiar form in the corner. Himejima was changing there, his movements muffled by the fabric. To your surprise, this caused you to jump and let out a small scream. Gyomei was taken aback. "I apologize, (y/n). I didn't realize you were coming in," he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. 

You instinctively covered yourself but then realized the absurdity of your action. After all, Himejima was blind and already partially clothed. The giant man quickly left the room with his robe in his arms. You couldn't help but wonder how much he has to avoid you. This did not help with how you feel but only tested your insecurities. 

It wasn't long until you had to be in a position of discomfort because of your current situation. Spending the night sleeping beside Gyomei while a tense atmosphere lingered between you. This made you feel uneasy, so you decided to pack up your futons and sleep in the other room. It feels heavy to be sleeping beside him with everything that's going on. 

Gyomei entered the room to sense you packing your futons. Though Himejima was blind, he could figuratively read the room as he could hear you putting away your beddings. Even so, he didn't assume. Instead, he asks you, "(Y/n), what are you doing?"

You remained silent for a moment, not answering him immediately. The feeling of speaking feels weird. It's like there is a lump in your throat trying to hold you back from speaking with him. "(Y/n)," he called out again.

"I'm sleeping in the other room," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. The towering man beside you froze.

"Can we please talk about what happened?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Gyomei, do you still want me to be your wife?" you countered, your question a direct challenge. He was taken aback by your sudden inquiry. 

"Yes, I do want you to be my wife (y/n)," he responded, his voice firm.

You felt perplexed even if you heard Himejima's voice to admit that he still feels that way for you. An itch you couldn't scratch is why he would go to a certain extent to avoid you at those hours. It was your first argument as a married couple, but you didn't understand Gyomei's actions recently. That night made you feel unloved by him, and your insecurities got the best of you. It wasn't about the action of him refusing you, but thinking about how he could show you that much love and then quickly get tired of you. "Then, I don't understand," you said, your tone growing more agitated. "What is it that's wrong with me?"

"No, nothing is wrong with you–"

"Then why? I feel so unloved, Gyomei. You make me feel like I'm not your wife." Your voice broke as you confessed your feelings to him. Gyomei, with all his heightened senses, tried his best to gauge how you felt emotionally. However, you felt hurt so much that you walked out with haste. 

As you stepped outside, a chilling breeze swept through the air. You shivered, not just from the cold but from the sense of unease that had taken hold of you. You ran away without thinking of anything but to get away from everything until you heard the sound of the waterfall where you saw Gyomei train. You stopped to catch your breath. Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an eerie light.

Panic surged through you as the demon lunged towards you. You screamed, your heart pounding in your chest. Trembling with fear that was quite familiar–the night you lost your parents. With your memories flashing from that event, it did not exactly help you but added torment to your fear. You slowly try to walk away as the demon observes how it could feast on you. It was hopeless as you have no defense against him. Just as it seemed you were about to be devoured, Himejima burst out of the forest, his weapon drawn.

With a fierce cry, he engaged the demon in battle. The clash of steel echoed through the night as they fought. You watched in horror, your fear turning to relief as Himejima managed to strike a fatal blow. The demon disappeared from your sight. Exhausted and relieved, Himejima turned to you. He could sense how afraid you were, he wiped the smear of blood that splashed on your face and put away the strands of your hair that were covering your face. You clung to him, your body trembling, and your eyes tired from the whole incident that happened throughout the night. Himejima carried your body, bridal style. 

On the way home, your hand was gripping Gyomei's clothing, and the fear of the horror you witnessed still lingered on your mind. That reminded you of the night your parents were taken away from you. That night with your parents was the last time you ever encountered an attack, and you did not expect to see more of it.

It was not long until both of you returned to your house safely. Your eyes were barely open; you could feel Himejima placing you gently on a soft futon. "Gyomei," you whispered his name. Thus, with the comfort the futon gave you, your eyes gave up, and you slept.

You were awakened by the warm feeling of a huge boulder-like form. There is a slight pain in your head that didn't help much with your sight. A hot breath can be felt on top of your head. You try to collect yourself to understand the situation around you. As your eyes open, you can clearly see the problem you are in. The room was lit up with the sun's morning rays. Himejima's arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as his body faced you. You noticed that he did not have that rumbling voice as usual whenever he slept. You moved your head up to take a closer look at him and observe his face. He was sleeping peacefully. Your hand cupped his face, and your thumb rubbed his cheek.

You cannot help but wonder how precious your husband was. The memories of the night were still fresh, though you felt differently. Last night, you were attacked by a demon, and that made you recollect the memories of your late parents. The fear of last night was not mainly from the demon attack, but you realized that much of your fear comes from the thought of losing someone you love–Gyomei. You are aware that your situation with your husband has not yet been resolved, but that's barely an enigma for you to face compared to losing your beloved husband. 

Himejima was slowly waking himself up from his slumber. He moved slightly and pulled you into a tight embrace, which caused you to let out a small utter cry of pain, "Ow." With the sound of your voice, Himejima noticed that you were awake. 

"(Y/n)," he called your name and tried to pull his arms away from you. "I apologize, I hope I didn't cause you any harm."

"A little, but not at all," you told him and let out a chuckle.

Himejima did not speak a word after that as he was afraid that he might say the wrong words or do more damage to everything. Your eyes stared at him, and you could see the nervousness on his face. So, you started the conversation with him to clear the air up. 

"Gyomei–"

Before you could utter a word or so, you were cut off by Himejima. "(Y/n), I apologize for the way I made you feel. I didn't mean to push you away like that." Your eyes lit up at his words, and you were silent for a while, but you still wanted to understand him even more.

"It was hard for me to understand everything that night with the two of us. I thought you did not want any part of me anymore," you confessed.

The guilt was plain on the gentle giant's face as you spoke. He seemed worried about your well-being. "No, no. It's nothing like that. If anything, it was my mistake to push you away. I want to be with you, (y/n). I was just not accustomed to things like that, and I was afraid that if we ever reached that point, I would be able to hurt you in that." 

As you listened to his words, a wave of relief washed over you. His vulnerability and honesty were something you hadn't expected. You realized that his fear of hurting you was rooted in his own insecurities and past experiences.

"Gyomei, I understand you. I want to be with you, too. I want to experience everything with you in sickness and in health, in every pain, in every happiness, in every feeling there is. I hope you understand how I feel about you. "A curve from the Stone Hashira's face has formed, and you can tell by his expression that it is genuine.  

"Thank you. I'm glad that we talked about this," he said as he reached out to hold your hand. You felt a deep connection forming between you. It was clear that your relationship was taking a significant step forward. Gyomei planted a kiss on your forehead, and you tickled the side of his torso, which caused him to jerk a little and laugh.

This was another step forward for your relationship with Gyomei, a cathartic release of shared pain that forged a deeper bond between you as husband and wife. As you opened up to each other, a newfound understanding and empathy bloomed, strengthening the fabric of your relationship.

Part 4