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ABOUT ME: Hello! I'm Erin. I've been writing fanfiction for five years! I had a previous Tumblr account that got deleted during a rough time in my life. If anyone in the Obey Me fandom recognizes "Gamer Moan," "Money Machine," or "Sex in the Air"—yes, that was me! :)

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A Drag Path, but its you and Ren seeing Strade dying in the basement.

The reluctance to help him because living with him has always been confusingly scary.

Because for once, you, and perhaps Ren too, let the mind wanders on what tomorrow will feel like with guaranteed freedom.

Without the fear of being shocked that feels like it’s aiming death.

But as Strade’s blood pooled down the cement of his basement, it gnaws in both of you of how much your heart fear losing him even more.

Because the pain was translated too much as love,

as if it has never been properly studied before.

You, of course, broke down as well. Hurrying to his cold body, as you let the most ugly cry out.

“P…please..!!! Don’t leave me..!!”

Eventually, your hands covered in his blood.

The only part of him that is warm.

You bring it to your lips, sucking in sadness, licking in fear.

Swallowing the metallic taste that ignites your dread for the freedom tomorrow.

What will happen tomorrow?

If there’s no Strade?

Your cries fade to soft hiccups, and your soul was sucked out of your eyes, leaving it plain in hopelessness.

Your face pressed to the cold cement, where his blood pooled—so warm, coppery…

‘Is this how you feel like on the inside?’

Meanwhile Ren was steadying his breath, taking Strade’s hunter knife that was intimately personal to both of you, and pressed the tip on his chest.

He gave it a nice pressure, making sure not to injure his heart—

—and slitting the line across his chest.

You watched Ren’s final love performed as he tore Strade’s laceration with his claws.

Mangling whatever bones that guarding his dead heart.

He’s sniffling, the entire body of him shaking as he tore the heart apart. Smushing it on his face, crying onto how much he doesn’t know what to do next.

The blood you laid on is getting cold—mimicking the warmth of Strade’s dead body.

Chomping

Chomping

That’s when you heard it.

Chomping noises, and the lovely burgundy that coats Ren’s mouth.

“Why didn’t you leave me a slice” you were about to say.

But nothing came out.

Your weak arms ascend from the cement, blood sticking to your skin, trying to reach him.

Him, who mourns the emptiness of his palm, painted in beautiful shade of Strade’s.

It’s scary.

Because tomorrow is unknown.

Terrifyingly unknown.

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1) If you have public Devilgram account: you wouldn’t be outrightly as famous as The Seven Brothers, but you WOULD garner quite a following number because of your reputation with the characters.

Some of your followers even would jokingly leave a ship comment of you and the characters (and Mammon would always get comically possessive to any comments that ships you with someone else than him)

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2) Honestly, Mammon used your bed more than you. Yeah, he got a better room. But hey, nothing beats your smell.

He claims your bed was annoyingly softer than his only for Leviathan to call him out that he was just trying to relieve the times on when he was sleeping on the bed with you.

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3) Asmodeus had done some makeup tutorial on your face and posted it on Deviltube. Only to get taken down because ‘too many inappropriate words and gesture’

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4) Your relationship with Lucifer is passive aggressive especially in the house.

You’d be sarcastic about the way he sips his coffee even though it was silent, and he would say “sorry I didn’t know you have super-hearing tendency considering you’d always up to mischief despite my lecture”

AND THEN—you’d mockingly mumble something incoherent as Lucifer placed down his cup in annoyance and stares at you. You’d look anywhere but him, innocently, like you’ve done nothing wrong.

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5) Some incubi and succubi did had a crush on you. Some even put love letters under your desk or go all the way of asking you out with grand gestures. (Ganging up on you, professed love, with their friends putting up ‘PLEASE DATE ME’ banner).

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6) (Prior to Number 5 headcanons):

The brothers would be DEEPLY affected. When you suddenly doll up and said “oh I’m going out” and they said “with who?” and you goes like “someone asked me on a date and I’m like, why not?”.

Mammon would probably go BALLISTIC and stalks you the entire date. Other brothers would want to stop it too, especially Lucifer, but he realised how that poorly reflects his image and would just bury himself in paperwork more and was easily angered.

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7) Beelzebub takes the LONGEST dump. You even fell asleep while waiting for him to finish at RAD’s washroom before walking back home.

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8) If you and Mammon gets overly flirty, his head was basically within the clouds, as if he’s on drug.

You took these opportunities to film him while he’s in that ‘flirty, soft boy state’ to show him the next time he says he won’t admit he loves you.

His response to these videos are usually: trying to steal your phone away and says “promise me ya wont SHOW IT TO ANYONE”

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9) Belphegor cuddles you all the time like you’re his mother. (Widely known by everyone to be honest)

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10) Beelzebub would come to the kitchen when you were cooking and asks “sample?”

You said “no” (stress enough that you had to cook a super xxxl large portion because of Beel hunger. )

Mammon would visit the kitchen and goes “smells so good whatcha doin’?” and silently eat some of the unfinished stuff.

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11) Lucifer gives you a fixed monthly allowance as a gratitude of your presence in the family…precisely, in his life.

He gets a bit possessive if he finds out you’re short of money—If it’s because of reckless spending, he won’t give you extra allowance and would pay for your needs himself. This is his way of….disciplining you with money.

11.5) Despite that, Lucifer loves to spoil you though. Such a contradiction

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Last but not least: Diavolo has baby-fever. And would look at you with pouted looks if there’s baby nearby and you’d be like “WHAT?!”

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After a long, exhausting day of surviving in RAD, you entered the House of Lamentation with a fatigue headache as you opened your door but a figure at the other side of the door IMMEDIATELY shove it back close.

You: What the fuck—?! WHO IS IN MY ROOM?!

*BANG BANG*

You knocked down hard “MAMMON I KNOW ITS YOU”

Mammon’s pov:

“MAMMON I KNOW ITS YOU”

He is practically trembling to death now that you EXPLICITLY KNOW he is inside.

“Promise me ya wont get mad if i letcha in!”

“Mammon that is MY ROOM”

“I KNOW! B..BUT YOU’RE GON’ KICK MY ASS IF YOU…KNOW WHAT HAPPENED”

You took a deep breath. You know a big shit happened if he acts this way. “Whatever you did, I’m not gonna judge okay! It’s okay if you accidentally burn my bed. As long as its not because of my clothes or makeup”

Mammon felt like fate is LAUGHING HARD and throwing pebbles at him to mock his fate. He slapped his own forehead hearing your ‘reassurance’.

“So, please just open okay? I’m tired—“ you assure him.

Mammon gathered all of his courage as he tries to be upfront “Y…ya gonna get MAD! I..its about…y..ya makeup…”

And he immediately shrieked as you suddenly yelled from the other side “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY DAMN MAKEUP”

He locks the door as he kneels in front of your burnt palette and tried to scoop the ashes in the disfigured eyeshadow tray. His heartbeat threatened to leap from his body and his demonic bones are now like a gelatine dessert.

“P…pl..please..! M..m..miracle…!” He mumbled to himself as the door banged with your threats like “OPEN THIS DOOR MAMMON I SWEAR TO GO—“

And the door open.

The sound of lock being picked and the creaks of it basically takes 300 years of Mammon’s life expectancy away. His body froze, neck paralysed. He could NOT turn and face you.

Apparently Satan and Asmo at the back peeks from the opened door as you entered. (Yes you guess it right. Satan did a spell to unlock it)

And with that, Mammon closed his eyes and imagine his favourite casino one last time before he feels your hands fisting his scalp as you yanked it in multiple directions repeatedly.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! DO YOU KNOW I PLAN TO USE THAT TOMORROW?!”

“IT HURTS! IT HURTS! LET MY HEAD GO!”

“LET YOUR HEAD GO?! I’LL GRAB YOUR NUTS NEXT”

And you really did.

DEVILDOM, 4:30 P.M

One of your average activity in Devildom is having to come to the Central Plaza with the brothers.

Sometimes it’s against your will. But you never really minded as you barely have to spend any money going out with these brothers that never thinks twice before spending money on you.

But today, things turns out different.

At first it was Asmodeus that begs you to come with him because Coco Bunel launched a new perfume line and says “they definitely got that inspiration from ME! Did you see the bottle and the color?!” But then Satan heard it and says “Oh yeah there will be a meet and greet session with my favourite author. I’ll come along” which then Beel steps in and says “I wanna come too. Hell’s Kitchen special buffet event”.

So, that’s how you ended up here, walking with three powerful demon as Asmo never stops bragging about his influential in cosmetic worlds, Beelzebub’s stomach growling like Cerebus (that made three kids cry) and Satan that is awfully quiet (which just mean he is UTTERLY excited)

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“OH MY GOD”

Asmo points out at the huge picture of the new perfume release by Coco Bunel.

It was absolutely…Asmodeus to be honest.

That was your first thought when you saw how the bottle curves and the concoction inside it is seemingly white with soft pink sparkles swirling inside. Even the cap matches Asmo’s hair color.

“I’m going in! You guys go without me!” He exclaimed, scurrying to the luxury retail store, leaving you alone. How weird. Usually he’d grab your hand as well.

“Damn that’s insane” you whistled while eyeing the board. “Guys that’s literally Asmodeus. He can win the case if he tried to sue—“

You turned your head back to speak directly to Beelzebub and Satan.

But they too—are gone.

And like a comedy film, all you can see is a blinking outline character of them at the spot they once stood in.

“What the hell?”

And somewhere in a corner, you heard a screaming lady, presumably a waitress in Hell’s Kitchen

At the other side of the unknown corner, the voice of a male worker stuttering:

“Sir…please get in line like everyone else…”

Along with a reply that sounds A LOT like Satan:

“What do you mean?! I KNOW this author with my own blood!”

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You groan. Better NOT try to mingle with these troublemakers for now.

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It’s just you alone.

You sighed. “Should I call Mammon..?” You speak to yourself.

Your cheek immediately heats up. “Tch—!” You tried to brush it off.

Your friendship with Mammon is…a bit wonderfully complicated. Both of you didn’t particularly declared a lover, but most of the time when you ‘friendly cuddled’ him on his couch, watching whatever movie is there to see on his big screen, heart to heart, you knew even he know this isn’t casual.

Come on, his thumb was brushing on your shoulders during that. You laid your head on his chest, his chin rests on your head.

Whenever he feels down, or just randomly, almost often—he’d come to your room, immediately throwing his face on your chest to ‘calm himself down’. He claims “ya body heat is therapeutic” and you would smirk while pulling out your D.D.D, and he would immediately pull himself away from you because “nobody can see me like that!” But you’d often just lock his head on your chest as he trashes around screaming “Y/N! LEMME GO—I SWEAR—ARE YOU RECORDING?! STOP IT”

And not to mention every single time Mammon says something cryptic like

“Listen, I…don’t wanna this to end”

“Tch…come on don’t make me say it out loud!”

You would just laugh and goes “what the hell are you talking about”

Oh you know what he’s talking about.

Yet you never force him to say it out loud.

Because the thrill of ambiguity is just deliciously confusing.

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You take out your D.D.D. Does Mammon updated anything on his social media? Not that you care, it was just a friendly curiosity.

You opened Devilgram, and clicks on his profile. There was only one update on his main account story. It was posted three hours ago.

It’s a picture of poker cards on table with some fancy drink at side and tokens stacked and lightly scattered. Maybe he’s hanging out at the casino again. It’s not a new knowledge.

The sigh was even more subtle when you turn off your phone, knowing Mammon is probably busy with his money-making hobby and you care enough not to interrupt. A part of you is a bit disappointed that Mammon wasn’t here.

Life goes on and so does today. So you decided to just take a stroll around and maybe entertainment will come on its own.

It takes you just five minutes before you spotted a popular cafe that you never had the chance to go with the brothers. It wasn’t particularly a cute small cafe but rather a large, busy diner.

“Damn, that’s gotta be pricy” you muttered to yourself. If only any of the brothers tagged along, you’ll have the chance to eat here without paying anything.

Another spoiled sigh escape your mouth, then your eyes moves to a small ice cream stand beside it that is lonely—clearly contrasting the liveliness from the cafe. But hey, this kind of stand usually sells cheap, delicious ice cream!

Something caught your eyes when you walked to the ice cream stand, seeing the inside of its see through glass…and a male that look a lot like Mammon.

No, not a lookalike. That IS Mammon.

It was just a small fire in you that wants to come up to him and joins, but that fire dies easily when your iris moves to a figure next to him.

A succubus…? No. Two.

One succubus next to him had her hands clutching to Mammon’s subtly bulged biceps, which is extremely rude because Mammon knows fully well how much you love when it hugs you during ‘friendly’ cuddles.

The other succubus, oh the other succubus is even more insane.

She picks up the small spoon meant for the dessert they ordered, slowly brings it to her lips as she stick her tongue out to lick it while maintaining eye contact with Mammon. Shamelessly then, she uses that spoon to cut a small chunk of the dessert, and brings it to Mammon’s mouth.

That, lit a whole fire in your arcing wire.

And it burns you down when Mammon opened his mouth to accept that disgusting sweet.

You should have turned away, it would be better. He is not entirely wrong as well. You guys had never declared any sort of attachment.

But something in you tells yourself to swallow this vividly to wake up your fool-headed mind.

Before Mammon could even bite down, like a cosmic intervention, his eyes shots to a random distance, and that random distance happened to be you staring at him with a grimaced expression.

And he stops whatever he did, eyes locked at you, and seemingly know he fucks up.

You couldn’t hear what he says when he immediately stands up and his mouth moving, as if trying to explain already. His two dates were confuse of his sudden changes but he doesn’t give a shit to mask it in front of them.

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MAMMON POV:

“Fuck!” The first thing he said when he saw you standing at the random corner he meant to look mindlessly.

“What—?” The first succubus questioned, but Mammon ignored as he immediately stands up making the second succubus’s grip around his biceps off harshly, earning her a scrunched face. “Mammon what the h—“

“Shit..! Why ya here..? This isn’t how it’s like!” Mammon effort to mouth you those words were definitely futile. He knows that.

Oh he knows how WRONG this all seems like. He knows even if the words were visibly heard by you, it would just hurt more than this mouthing things he did.

“Y/n—!” his arms tries to reach you in a split second when you turned around and run away to leave. “Shit shit—!” He panics, looking for a way out when his two exits were blocked by the figure of the two succubus he hangs out with.

But the situation was on dire and he desperately need to chase after you.

Unfortunately, the second succubus didn’t get the hint he was trying to get out. “Mammon what the hell happened?! What about this food? If you go who will pay—“

“Fuck it, MOVE!” he yells at her. Crashing her body rudely even though she’s a woman. The two of them were stunned as seeing Mammon runs to the exit hurriedly.

“…”

“I didn’t bring any card to pay for these” the first succubus admits.

“So did I” her friend grimly agrees.

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“Y/n!” you heard his stupid, slightly raspy voice coming from behind. It’s so annoying now. His baritone feels like a music that you had gone sick of it because of how much it plays before.

But the difference is you only feel this way as a cope to not miss how the way it lies to you.

No time for tears, your mind screaming. So when his voice growing nearer, your eyes clamped shut to gather whatever courage left reside in your soul after using almost all of it witnessing him with other girls.

“Y/n—fuck—!” His hand reaches your shoulder, and he expects a shrug, and even that the kindest reaction he believes he could get.

But no, you were standing perfectly still.

In a small alleyway, away from the Central Plaza lively community.

You didn’t say anything or do anything. Your words caught in your throat before any words even spoke to each other. Your head feels frozen in a reason you don’t even know. Perhaps even looking at him reminds you of how many times you’ve worn a clown’s suit.

Mammon notices the silence. His ragged breath slowly catching to his rest. In a soft plea, he begged “y/n please, talk”

“Of what?” your voice low, not confronting anything. Your neck muscle finds the courage to look at him over your shoulder. “I’m just trying to go back to the House of Lamentation. Are you joining?”

You are not playing pretend. You have understood this situation in the split second the moment you saw the whole betrayal—it was Mammon’s life and he’s not yours.

“wha—y/n dammit! I don't like it when ya actin' dumb!”

“So what you wanted me to act like a whore?”You finally turned to him, a muscle in your jaw twitch from holding back anger.

“You wanted me to pick a spoon, lick it and shove it in your mouth?“ your voice raised a little—not quite yet a full blown yelling. But a controlled, unkempt anger.

“Y/n I swear to whatever Lord is up there, I ain't havin' nothin' with them girls.” Mammon forehead profusely sweating. Perhaps from the chase, or the guilt itself.

Your arms crossed. “I don’t really care.” “Why should I? Your love life isn’t my damn business. We’re just friends”

Mammon seems to gone speechless. His chest still expand visibly whenever he breathes—a great sign this situation bothers him so much that even standing making him breathless like it’s a run.

“L—listen..! I..I was just..! Ya know…! They was friends from the casino and—! I never talked to 'em before! I—!” Mammon attempt to explain himself greatly backfires him. When he chases you, lots of excuses comes in his mind, millions and trillions that he generates in a way he thinks you could excuse him.

But now that he had the chance to talk.

All his mind could ever think is the guilt when he saw your face, looking at him with controlled anger.

And since he knew you better, perhaps a bottled sadness tucked in behind the iris.

“So it’s like that? You’re gonna let every other woman throw herself on you?” Your eyebrows raised. Eyes looking up at him—dry from the courage, red from the bravery.

“I didn't think, okay! Ya always hangin' out with my brother so I think I deserve a break from seein' ya throwin' yourself on 'em!”

Oh boy.

“EXCUSE ME?!” Your voice struggle to get a grip and began to shake. “Oh my god Mammon, just call me a whore if you WANTED TO!”

“I’m NOT sayin’ you a damn whore! You put that word in ya mouth YOURSELF.”

“BECAUSE I CAN READ BETWEEN THE FUCKING LINE YOU WOMANISER DEMON”

Mammon couldn’t come up with anything for that specific title you gave him. And your chest seemingly to expand even bigger than Mammon when you breathe, hinting how much this now also fucks with you.

“Are you just fucking stupid thinking whatever the fuck I let you did to me didn’t mean any damn thing?!” You questioned him back.

“Ya never tell me y/n! Ya never initiatin’ nothin’! Ya never sayin’ I look good or complimentin’ my style when ya know damn well I was tryna impress ya!” the demon speaks carelessly.

He knows damn well it’s not like that, but the ego in him, inherits from Lucifer, made him want to convince to himself that he’s also a victim. “Ya NEVER shows reaction!”

Your laugh bursts with sarcasm. “Oh it’s like that huh? By your logic if I suck a dick with straight face it means I don’t feel anything?”

Mammon’s eyebrow frowns “the hell ya talkin’ about?!”

“You know what let me grab whatever demon near us and drag him here and I’ll suck his dick in front of you with straight face. Hey it doesn’t mean anything because I DIDNT SHOW REACTION!” You threat, and you actually tried to walk back to the plaza.

But Mammon already caught your arms.”Don’t”

“LET ME GO—! YOU DICKHEAD, LET ME GO!” You thrash around, recoiling from his grip. You would gladly endure the depths of hell before ever enduring his touch.

Mammon strong arms grips yours thats flailing to the air trying to break free of him. His body was assaulted by your punches and pushes. It was actually painful that Mammon lets out few grunted moan whenever you hit him.

But his hands never let you go.

“You ain't gon' be suckin' nobody else's dick!”

“Oh and YOU get to be touched by other sluts?!”

“They were just friends! I need someone to be with me and you just spent all ya time with my brothers!!”

“GODDAMMIT MAMMON I LOVED YOU”

Your arms stop struggling, and Mammon’s grip softened around your delicate skin.

The alleyway feels bigger somehow even though it’s a small walled space. Mammon’s chest seems to tighten, his greedy at born heart trying to leap out of his body, beating vigorously as if attempting to jump out of his mouth. The world around him began to stare at his guilt back, something he has been avoiding in this whole situation.

“What” and yet, that’s the only thing that came out of him.

“I fucking LOVED you” you sobbed in a choke, and along with it were your eyes shining like a cracked glass from the built up tears.

Your heart pumped as potently as Mammon, but not that it wants to jump out of you. Rather, it’s finally pumping out the sadness you’ve been bottled.

“How could you lay down on my chest and expects us to stay as friend, Mammon. How—?!”

“How could you let me cuddle with you almost every fucking day, movies or not, and thinks all I am was just a friend..?”

“How COULD you sleep with me on MY BED, and I let your hand touch me everywhere you like and you see me lesser than the bitches at that cafe?!”

By now, you realised both of your eyes has leaked with tears that you have been so ashamed from the start.

Your face loses all its composure to stay poker and unaffected. Now all shown to him is a perfect, vulnerable state of you in which the pieces gradually falls apart.

Mammon had only one thing in his mind:

How fucking stupid he is.

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His legs wobbled, and it didn’t take too long before he submit to the overwhelming guilt and kneel in front of you, his hands holding tightly around your wrist, his face looks at you hoping you’d look back at him—but you clearly can’t.

The asphalt is the safest sight you could bet.

“Shit—shit I’m sorry—!” He choked a sob. “I’m stupid. I’m fuckin’ stupid..! I—“

Before he can even say anything, your arms slowly withdraws from his touch, the shoulders that were tense from pretend, now shaking with cries. You cannot accept what happened just from a simple, guilty sorry. This is all too much to decide spontaneously.

“Don’t chase me, Mammon. I won’t ever forgive you if you did”

Your sobs dies from the alleyway little by little as your walks further away from him.

He couldn’t find a reason to get up for now, and he let himself drown in shame.

The Great Mammon don’t take order from nobody—

—but for once, that word chagrined him to his bones.

Will he survive this mess?

To be continued

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Part 2: Aftermath, Tension of unforgivness, recklessness of behaviour themed

1. Kuchiki Byakuya

Of course the sexual relationship you both had is a secret. He’s the Head of the Kuchiki clan, the noblest of them all.

The first night when his restraint finally stripped away, his mouth crashed against yours with such precise, aching longing. His hands mapped your body dirtily dignified. It’s impossible to believe it’s casual. And it never stays just one time.

It’s maddening.

At night he caresses you like a husband, makes love to you like you’re his forever.

But when dawn breaks and you both return to duty, his eyes snap back to that cold, hated gaze and his tone turning sickeningly formal.

It’s as if last night never happened.

As if he didn’t just devour your mouth breathlessly, whispering “you’re the very reason I cannot stop this.”

Yet the moment it ends, he repeats it like a mantra: “This matter is casual. Do not mistake it for affection.” Over and over, after every sex. Like he’s reminding himself more than you.

Kuchiki Byakuya keeps you at arm’s length emotionally, even as his body betrays him night after night when he calls for you. You leave the Kuchiki Manor feeling so damn cherished… and so fucking invisible at the same time.

He will never admit. No, not even to himself…that he needs you far beyond casual.

…Or will he?

2. Kenpachi Zaraki

“You’re so crazy.” “That kind of guy would just toss you once he’s done.”

That’s what you heard from Rangiku, or maybe Lisa, every time you went out with them and mentioned how you and Kenpachi were still fuck buddies.

Yes, Kenpachi is brutal in bed that it makes you feel wanted in the rawest way.

His kisses always end in bites, on your lips or your skin. He fucks you like how he fight. Hard, powerful, never holding back. That cocky grin spreads across his face every time you claw his back or scream his name, babbling stupid things that will haunt you in the morning.

But what no one knows is how surprisingly soft he is in his own feral, animalistic way.

He may not clean you up, but he’ll toss you a towel. He’ll bring you your favourite drink without a word. You stay on his bed the entire night, clinging to his body while he lets you. He never explains why. And it doesn’t stop at the bed.

He’d drags you to eat with him in the 11th Division barracks, arm slung around you as he watches his squad train, talking to you like it’s nothing…

Like he’s not afraid to show everyone you’re the one he chose for his bed.

Yet you mistranslates it as love.

When you finally say something about it, all he gives you is:

“We’re just fuckin’ around.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for love.”

It fucks with you.

Because the way he said it looks like EVERYTHING he’d done, every time he showed you off, suddenly meaningless. Just casual.

When the truth settles in cold, you stop visiting his barracks.

Sex fades from once a day..

To once a week…

To once a month…

To never.

Kenpachi definitely notices. Would he regret it, though?

3. Kensei Muguruma

This gruff, no-nonsense captain’s mask of discipline is as unbreakable as his Hollow mask.

He approaches your secret sexual relationship like it has strict rules. Less violent than Kenpachi, but every thrust carries meaning.

He eats you out on his desk, looking up at you as if he’s swallowing more than just your juices…as if he’s also swallowing your writhing face too.

He pins you to the office couch, growling your name.

“fuck…” like it slipped out as a confession.

Every time you pass out, he cleans you thoroughly. No one, not even you, knows if he lingers, staring at your sleeping face, or if the way he touches you has slowly changed, like he wants more than a fuck buddy.

If you survived his rounds, he’s the one pulling you close, rubbing soft circles on your arms, letting you trace the scars on his abs. Muttering that he doesn’t do hookups often.

His vulnerability leaks more and more after sex, especially when you’re lying next to him.

Eventually, when you ask for clarity because lately sex with him feels like so much more, especially with how extra jealous he gets when you mention another guy carelessly, he stares down at you, rough and guarded.

“Don’t you ever mistake this for more than just casual.”

“I don’t do relationships. It’s messy.”

But all you can repeat, voice breaking, is:

“But did you love me?” over and over… because he can’t answer.

“If I knew you’d expect more, I would never have fucked you,” he snaps.

Your mouth slams shut. The tension boils, then simmers into ice as the room goes cold when you walk away.

Ever since, he only sees you from afar, living your life while you avoid him at all costs. Kensei has a terrible habit of saying things he doesn’t mean the second his anger kicks in.

Will he ever try to make it right?

4. Shunsui Kyoraku

This smoothest motherfucker doesn’t even realise how big a deal it is to you. His annoying charm works one night… and then every night after, wooing you so effortlessly. His lips have probably tasted thousands before you, but when he first puts his mouth on you, it’s like he’s known you for centuries. As if this exact style of kiss was made only for you, not the others. He drags sex out slow, whispering “I don’t want to lose you yet,” groping your breasts, playing with your nipples like your body is better than anything that’s ever existed. The way he compliments you while fucking achingly deep, saying no one has ever felt like you, makes you feel like you’re his first.

This bastard shows up at your barracks with flowers and that cocky grin, saying he misses you. Sends Nanao to give you gifts: “Captain said something repulsive I refuse to tell you” and you laugh until your sides hurt. Charming old man who never goes out of style.

Then one unfortunate night, you cuddle into him after sex and murmur, “I could do this forever.” Shunsui chuckles softly, exhaling. “Ah yes… but this is all just a fun time, darling.” You swear you felt real love in every touch, every tease but how can he treat it so casually?

You never argue when he says it. He just kisses you in that way that shuts you up. So instead you stop showing up. You reject every gift.

Maybe every night now, he drinks a little heavier, raising his cup to no one, murmuring “to y/n” into the empty air.

5. Urahara Kisuke

The king of mixed signals.

He holds you like he never wants to be exiled from your life. Sex with him is always full of surprises. Toys he created just for you, lingerie he tailored himself only to rip it off with his teeth. Every thrust, his eyes stay locked on yours, moaning like he’s in love, cupping your face, brushing tears from your cheeks when you’re overstimulated (which is often, because he gets off to your pleasure).

Out of bed, he makes you feel like the only real person breathing while everyone else just exists. He’ll say loudly, “Oh please! I don’t have a favourite! Now go train, Kurosaki-san,” while his eyes flick to you with that smirk,

As if whispering “you’re my favourite.”

He always knows exactly how you like your tea. Texts you dumb memes that make you think you’re special in his life.

Until you finally ask,

“What are we?”

And all he says is “Two people having fun. No attachments.”

You call him out on every “not-casual” thing like the way he poured his guilt out to you after sex and it always ended in a passionate kiss that derailed the whole “casual” thing.

The Urahara Shop echoes with your confrontation… then falls deafeningly silent when you leave.

You never visit anymore. The shop feels hellishly quiet. Everyone knows what Urahara feels for you is more than casual but he carries too much remorse already.

He’s terrified you’ll become the next person he loses if he lets you in any deeper.

So go…stay away as long as you want.

He’ll keep making two cups of tea… and drinking one alone, no matter how far time stretches.