By my favourite one taehay29
The cool night air brushed against her skin as she walked home, exhaustion weighing her down after a particularly terrible day at work. Her boss had berated her in front of everyone, and she felt small, insignificant. As if life couldn’t get any worse, her phone had died, leaving her in total darkness as she hurried along the unfamiliar path. She felt exposed, but all she wanted was the comfort of her bed.
The night seemed eerily quiet—until she heard the sound of metal clashing in the distance. Pausing, she tilted her head, her brow furrowed. What was that? Curiosity urged her forward, yet something deep in her gut screamed for her to turn back. But she was tired, her thoughts jumbled and her emotions frayed from the day’s events.
Unbeknownst to her, Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, had been locked in combat with a demon just a few yards away. His acute hearing picked up the faint sound of footsteps, alerting him to a human nearby. His eyes narrowed. This demon was dangerous, and he couldn't afford to let anyone stumble upon the scene.
With one final burst of strength, Uzui swung his dual blades with precision, the metal gleaming in the moonlight as they sliced through the demon, killing it instantly. Blood sprayed, splattering across his muscular frame. With the threat neutralized, he moved swiftly to hide, but it was too late.
The human girl had seen him—covered in blood, towering, and imposing.
She froze, her eyes wide as her mind struggled to process what she was seeing. The exhaustion, the stress, and now the shock of witnessing a bloody, hulking figure was too much. The floodgates broke. Her face scrunched up, and she started sobbing uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed, her nose turning red as tears streamed down.
Uzui stood there, stiff, unsure of how to react. Blood-covered battles were an everyday thing for him, but this human—this cute, tear-streaked girl—was crying her heart out in front of him. He hadn’t even realized how terrifying he must look, standing there drenched in the demon’s blood.
Concern, and an unfamiliar warmth, stirred inside him. He didn’t like seeing her cry. Determined to stop her tears, Uzui did what he had seen other humans do to comfort someone. He awkwardly stepped forward and wrapped his large arms around her small frame. She barely reached his chest, and when he stood to his full height, her feet dangled helplessly in the air.
The girl gasped, startled, and instinctively tried to push him away, but he didn’t even notice her feeble attempts. His deep voice, though awkward, was filled with an odd sincerity as he murmured, “There, there… it’s… alright now.”
She continued sobbing into his chest, completely overwhelmed. Uzui, unsure of what else to do, continued to hold her, his massive hands steadying her as if she were something fragile.
After a few moments, her cries began to quiet, and he gently placed her down, but his protective instincts kicked in. “Where’s your home? I’ll take you. It’s not safe to walk around this late.”
Before she could respond, Uzui effortlessly lifted her once more, this time positioning her so that her legs straddled his waist, his arm wrapped securely around her hips, holding her close to his body.
“Where is your home, baby?” he asked, his voice low, a strange possessiveness in his tone.
Her heart pounded as she struggled against him, but when his grip tightened, she flinched and whispered her address, tears still clinging to her lashes. Without hesitation, Uzui sprinted toward her home, the wind whipping past as he covered the distance in mere seconds.
Once there, he set her down gently at her front door. She stared at him, wide-eyed and confused, unsure how she had gone from crying in the street to standing at her doorstep in such a short span of time. Uzui leaned in close, his voice a whisper against her ear. “Don’t go out late again.”
And with that, he was gone, vanishing into the shadows as if he had never been there at all.
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Days passed, and she found herself thinking more and more about that strange encounter. She had started researching demons and the mysterious Demon Slayers who fought them. It was all too surreal, but she couldn’t deny what she had seen with her own eyes. Still, her life continued—work, everyday struggles, and even a blind date that she’d been excited about.
That evening, after the date, she was on her way home, her spirits lifted for the first time in weeks. But just as she rounded a corner, a shadow loomed in front of her. Her blood ran cold as she realized what it was—another demon. Its grotesque form snarled, its sharp teeth glistening in the dim light. Fear paralyzed her.
The demon lunged.
She screamed, bracing herself for the inevitable, but it never came. A giant figure intercepted the attack, twin blades flashing in the air. It was Uzui. With one swift motion, he decapitated the demon, its body disintegrating into ash.
She stood frozen, her heart racing. Uzui turned to her, his usually flamboyant expression darkened with frustration, his bloodshot eyes narrowing as he approached.
Before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, lifting her off the ground effortlessly. His grip was firm, possessive, as he spoke, his voice low and angry. “I was wrong to think you could handle yourself alone.”
“W-what?” she stammered, confused.
Without another word, he whisked her away, this time to the Butterfly Mansion. When she awoke, she was tied to a chair, blindfolded, a gag muffling her cries. Her breathing became rapid as she felt a large hand wrap around her neck, tightening, but not enough to choke her. His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered darkly, “You’ve been a bad girl, thinking you could go on a blind date.”
His lips brushed her skin as he sucked hard on her neck, leaving a mark, a hickey that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her muffled screams went unheard as he untied her and draped her over his lap, stomach down, her hips raised. His hand came down firmly on her behind, the impact echoing in the room.
“You know what bad girls get…spanking ” he whispered, his voice laced with both punishment and an odd sense of care.
The spanking began, each smack sending a jolt through her body, her muffled cries filling the room, though she didn’t know if it was fear or something else entirely that made her tremble in his arms. But one thing for sure. She is his for forever.
