Synopsis: Kyoujuro Likes Seeing His Wife In His Merch And Only His Merch.

Synopsis: Kyoujuro likes seeing his wife in his merch and only his merch.

Warning: Actor Au, fem!reader, edging, fingering, mirror sex (implied), biting, daddy kink

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing: Kyoujuro Rengoku x Fem!reader

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You sat on the couch, watching your husband’s latest movie. He had warned you that he would be dying in this film, but it did nothing to prepare you for how brutal his death scene was. You screamed at the TV as the demon punched a hole through your soulmate’s stomach. 

Tears swelled in your eyes as I watched his students cry for him as he gave his final speech. Your tears fell down your face as you watched the sweet, happy smile spread over his face as he saw the ghost of his mother telling him how she was proud of him.

The need to turn the movie off before you were forced to witness Kyoujuro’s final breath hit you hard, but you  needed to finish the movie. You  were crying along with the other actors as yor beloved slowly lowered his head as he took in his last dying breath, blood pooling around him from the large wound in his stomach. 

You hugged your Kyou plushies closer to your chest as you  continued watching each of the other hashira’s reaction to hearing about Kyoujuro’s death. By the time the ending credits were playing, you were sobbing and holding onto your plushie for dear life. 

Pushing your Kyoujuro blanket down off yourlap, you wrapped his hashira cape closer around your naked body. You had asked the production team if you could keep the haori as a memento of his best selling movie and thankfully they agreed. You loved wearing the cloak around the house so much. It drove Kyoujuro insane when you would wear it.

Walking into the kitchen, you grabbed some fruit to snack on while you waited for Kyoujro to come home from a recent shoot. Season two of the show he was a part of was airing soon and by popular demand, he was getting a special original episode and a televised premiere of his movie with extra scenes.

Checking the clock, you saw that it was nearly ten at night. Kyoujuro should be home soon. You  left the kitchen to go to our bedroom to put some clothing on. You did not need him trying to pounce on you while wearing your  prized haori.

You put on one of his hoodies that looked like his demon slayer outfit from the movie. What could you say? You would forever support your husband by buying every little bit of merch that comes out of him.  You loved to support his career. You had a whole room dedicated to all his figures and posters.

A smile tilted at your face as you heard the front door to the house open and Kyoujuro tiredly announced that he was home. You stepped out of the bedroom to go greet him happily. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the lips.

 “My hero is home.” you said, your voice a happy chirp as you referred to one of the movies you acted together in and he was your savior. It was how the two of you actually met.

Kyoujuro chuckled as he tiredly returned your kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you gently. He missed his wife so much. Shooting all those new scenes for the upcoming show was tiresome.

 And having to refilm his death scene left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was happy that his fans wanted to see more of him, but having that fake arm shoved through his stomach for the second time was uncomfortable and the actor who played Akaza messed up the shoot three times this time when he had gotten it perfect the first time.

He arched a brow when he pulled away and took notice of your current attire. “Love, why are you wearing that?” He asked, feeling his cock stir the longer he looked at you wearing his merch. You knew what it does to him seeing you covered in his items. Especially when they draped down your body and made you seem even smaller in his eyes.

You pulled at the neck of the hoodie before giving him an innocent smile. “It's just some of your merch. I was watching the Mugen Train before you came.” you smiled up at him and you backed up so he could see your full attire. You gave him a little spin, the hood of the jacket flaring out some with the movement. “Aren’t I cute?”

“Baby girl...” he said, softly under his breath, his head lowered. While he knew that you had to have cried while watching that movie. You always did this. Make herself cry while watching his movies. 

He knew that his one in particular would make you cry hard because his character had just been introduced in the show only to be killed off in a movie. “Why do you do this to yourself?” He asked, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest.

“Hmm?” You hummed as you sunk into his warm enbrace. “I'm just a masochist and I think the demon is hot.” you giggled when he suddenly started to tickle me. “Kyoujuro!” you squealed as his fingers assaulted your sides. 

You tried to wriggle away, but he would not let you, his strong arms holding you in place. “I’m sorry!” you said through laughing so hard, tears were coming down your face. “I was kidding! I only looked at you the whole movie, I swear!”

Kyoujuro hummed as he continued to tickle his wife. “Good girl.” He praised, but didn’t stop his seeking fingers as that danced along your sides, producing more of your melodious laughter. He truly missed you these past few weeks while he was stuck on set with the crew filming these episodes. 

So, he was going to enjoy as much time with you as he could. “My little fireball.” He purred as he finally stopped his attack and pressed you closer to his body, his hands smoothing over the fabric of the hoodie you wore.

You wapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him softly. “I’m not wearing anything under this hoodie.” you whispered in his ear. “I was sitting on the couch, your hashira cloak draped over my shoulders, with your blanket over my legs.” 

You described everything you did while he was on screen; how you touched your body – eyes closed as you listened to the sound of his voice. “Do you know how hard I ache for you when we have different sets to go to and when you have to stay late for reshoots.” you took his hand and guided it to your legs and under the hoodie where your aching and dripping cunt was. “This much.”

His eyebrow arched when his fingertips were almost instantly drenched in your slick when he touched your throbbing pussy. “You ache that badly, wife?”  He spun you around so that you were facing the large mirror the two of you had over the couch. Pulling the hoodie up to expose your naked body, he had you hold the end of it between your teeth. “Then watch me as I fuck you tonight, my darling.”

You let out a small whimper at Kyoujuro’s lewd words as his fingers dipped inside your clenching hole. His other hand grabbed your thigh, lifting your leg to spread them apart so that you could see his thick fingers slipping in and out. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as the lewd sounds of his pleasuring you filling the living room.

His lips slid over to your ear as his deep voice rumbled yor spine as he told you to keep watch on the mirror. You  had not even noticed that your eyes had closed, lost in the feelings he was stiring within you.

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me and watch as my fingers disappear within you, baby.” He sped up the thrust of his digits, plunging them in and out, the squelching noises increasing. He could tell that you were close and smiled into your neck as he immediately slowed the pace until he was shallowly touching you with the tips of his fingers, softly circling your clit. A chuckle left Kyoujuro at your whine and he bit down on your exposed neck. “Watch me then, pretty girl.”

You opened your eyes and looked at your reflection in the mirror, your face heating with embarrassment from the lewd, erotic sight.Your leg held up in the crook of his elbow while his other hand covered your pussy as his fingers thrust in and out at a leisurely pace.

 “Kyou...” you pleaded, your voice a keening whine as you reached behind you to wrap your arm around his neck. “I'm watching, please?” you could feel the piece of the hoodie that was clenched in yor teeth grow damp from my saliva.

Kyoujuro glanced down at his wife, your body trembling in his hold as he pressed his hips against yours. “Such a pretty thing when you beg.” He turned his head and pressed his lips against your forehead, kissing it softly. The sweet act betreaying the movement of his fingers as he fucked you on them. 

“You’re so tight and wet, my love. Just look at how your pussy is devouring my fingers. Like it can’t get enough.” His eyes never left your face as he watched you witness yourself come undone by his fingers alone. “That’s right, my beautiful wife. Cum. Cum all over daddy’s fingers.”

You bit down harder on the fabric in your mouth, probably tearing a hole in it in the process. Your body shook violently as Kyoujuro thumbed at your clit to speed up your orgasm. You felt lightheaded as you  creamed on his fingers, your walls fluttering; clenching and unclenching tightly. “So good, daddy.” your voice was still muffled by the cloth as saliva dripped out of the corners of your mouth as tears of pleasure burned at your eyes.

 You were slightly surprised when he suddenly yanked the hoodie off of your body, spinning you back around, picking you up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his lips on mine.

Kyoujuro hungrily kissed his wife. He needed you so badly, but something was missing. Setting you back down on your feet, he motioned with his head to the bedroom. “Go put on my Hashira haori.”

At your confused look, he smiled. “I want to fuck you while you’re wearing my merch and what better than my one of a kind haori?” Kyoujuro gave you a light spank as he guided you in the direction of your shared room, where he knew that’s where you stored the cloak.

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that one jade's birthday voice line

Sleeping sea turtle.

🔊 Sound on for bubbles 🫧

next time you make baseless claims about how scary sharks are, look at a salmon shark.

look at him. you’re gonna look at him and tell me he’s infesting our waters? that this is a creature of terror?

look at him. look at him real good. this is a little dude. how fucking dare you talk about him this way. he’s gonna cry now, look at what you did. bet you feel real fucking stupid, huh? real silly? you better. think about what you’ve done. bitch

JESUS

The Outfit: MC decked out to the nines. I had two ideas for this request, and want to do them both! So one will have a dress, and the other will be suit. Tried to keep MC GN so forgive me if I failed! Personally I’d love to be able to pull off a suit look!

These are for @oakley-tree1 , I hope you like them! 😊

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Lucifer glanced up as MC entered from the kitchen with a plate for dinner. “Now that we’re all here, I have an announcement.” He waited till everyone gave him their attention. “Lord Diavolo has invited us to a special Gala being held in honour of Lady Rose. She won’t be there,but some of her high ranking officials will so it will be a formal event.”

Asmo clapped in joy as Levi sank down in his chair. “Ahhh formal! There’s so much to prepare for Lucifer! How much time do I have?” Asmo bounced in glee, and even Mammon seemed intrigued. The others rolled their eyes and continued eating.

Lucifer put his fork down as he answered. “Two weeks, and before you say anything, that is enough time to prepare. Speaking of which”, he turned to MC, “Jeans and a t-shirt are not good enough. Nor will any of the other outfits you’ve worn in the past be good enough. We’ll need to get you a new one for this. There are certain rules about the types of outfits allowed, and none of yours suit the description.”

MC froze. “Seriously? Ugh…I hate dressing up! You know that!”

“Needless to say, Lord Diavolo will need us all to look our best so as not to discredit him in the eyes of these officials.” Lucifer dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. “Asmo or myself can take you shopping and guide you.”

MC toyed with their food as Asmo squealed and started talking about possible ideas he had, mainly matching outfits, yadda yadda yadda. “Hmm actually Dia already invited me to go shopping on Saturday…he didn’t mention this event though..*their voice lowered to a murmur* sneaky bastard.” Satan snorted into his drink and coughed to cover his laugh.

Lucifer grimaced but decided to let it go, “perfect Lord Diavolo will be able to guide you to a suitable outfit then.” He sighed in relief. MC’s dislike of dressing up was well known by now. His brow wrinkled in thought about the time they’d shown up in jeans, granted they were new, but the plaid shirt, although new, hadn’t even come close to the glitz and glamour of the demons around them. They’d been unfazed and had enjoyed the event, but the brothers had had to take care of a few demons whose mouths had disparaged their human. As Lord Diavolo wished to keep the peace between Lady Rosé’s representatives and the Brothers he’d demanded that MC should be better outfitted. What a pain this was going to be!

That Saturday: MC came home from their shopping spree with a smirk on their face. Their arms loaded with bags. Asmo tried to take a peek but was fended off, and MC announced to all that they’d have to wait till the day of the ball to see the outfit. They also told the brothers that they’d be dressing at the castle with Barbatos’ help. With that they ran to their room to hide their packages.

The following Saturday, and the Big Event:

Lucifer waited impatiently in the grand entrance for his brothers. MC had left earlier to get dressed at the Castle. MC had wanted to surprise all of them, and it was easier done this way. He’d been getting premonitions of disaster, Lucifer wasn’t sold on the idea, but couldn’t find a way to say no, and now he was taking his irritation out on his brothers. “Where the hell are Asmo and Levi? Beel, stop eating, you’ll get grease on your outfit before we even arrive!” Satan scowled as Belphie spoke up. “Levi doesn’t want to go, he’s refusing to come out of his room. Mammon is trying to get him out. Asmo was stuck on what accessories to wear, he’s upset he doesn’t know the colour of MC’s outfit so he can coordinate their look.” He slouched against Beel in exhaustion. Lucifer rubbed at his face as he sighed in irritation. He strode off without a word, but the sudden loud yelp from Mammon, and the shriek of terror that could only be Levi let the others know that Lucifer was retrieving the two oldest brothers. They showed minutes later, both looking terrified. It was more than 10 minutes before Lucifer dragged Asmo back with him. Surprisingly Asmo seemed cheerier despite being rushed and Satan noted that they’d changed their outfit slightly. He wore red accents now. “You went with red? I thought you were hesitating between green and blue?” Satan’s eyes travelled over Asmo’s outfit, noting the red gems, and the change to his red and gold vest as well as red hair ornaments. Asmo giggled and hugged Lucifer’s arm. “A certain big brother of mine shared the colour of MC’s outfit! “ How did you know Lucifer? I thought MC didn’t say anything about their costume for tonight?” He batted his eyes and squeezed Lucifer’s arm. Lucifer peeled Asmo off his arm and straightened his cuffs, which had gold cuff links instead of his usual sapphires. “ Lord Diavolo shared the colour but nothing else, he’d said we might like to know in case we wanted to coordinate.” Belphie snorted, “but you waited until now to tell us?” Lucifer glared at him and turned towards the door. “Let’s go, we’ll be late if we wait any longer.”

MC in a dress scenario one:

MC stood at the entrance with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos when the brothers arrived. Lucifer was on guard as soon as he saw the smirk on Barbatos’s face as he opened the door.

They all stopped when they saw MC. The dress…was spectacular. It was red, it clung enticingly to MC and was extremely erotic despite it having a high collar with no cutout on the bodice. It clung to their chest, enhancing their curves. It had long sleeves down to their wrists, and came about mid thigh. The gold and black embroidery showcased demonic dragons and other demonic creatures dancing across the fabric. It suited them more than one would have expected. Lucifer felt his heart swell with pride. He knew they’d look spectacular if they’d tried and he’d been right.

A couple of low whistles and the appreciative murmurs from his brothers had MC blushing in delight at their surprise reveal. Asmo danced over squealing over the design and fabric. “MC! You look so great! I want to gobble you up!” He kissed them, and pulled back to glance at every detail. “Ooh are those Prida shoes? Look at at how they swallow the light! And that red, l swear I expect fresh blood to drip with every step! I’m so jealous MC!” He pulled out his phone and started snapping photos and selfies with MC. “We look adorable together!”

Lucifer sighed and bowed to Lord Diavolo, “well done my Lord. They look spectacular, it is like a miracle.”

Diavolo beamed at him. “Of course Lucifer, did you doubt me? MC just needed a little prompting and to see some of the recommended designs in person! We agreed on a dress in very short time after they’d tried on a few! MC! You haven’t shown them the best part!”

Diavolo smiled and Lucifer felt his stomach tighten.

MC looked up from a selfie and grinned at him, and he grimaced. That grin spelled trouble.

MC turned slowly to reveal the back of their dress…or rather, lack of it. Despite covering their front with no skin showing, the back revealed all. Their whole back, down to the small scrap of skirt that started at the top of their buttocks and ended mere inches below, in Lucifer’s eyes, and from the commotion behind him, in a few of his brothers eyes too!

He paled. A crash had MC glancing over their shoulder to see Levi collapse in a faint and Mammon collide with one of the castle pillars. His nose started bleeding. Beel had his mouth open and his favourite snack had fallen from his hands. Belphie was wide awake and staring like a starved man. Satan was beet red but couldn’t look away and Asmo was snapping photos so fast he was a blur.

Lucifer ignored them all as his eyes took in the lack of “dress” covering MC’s back, and the gold chain clipped to the collar of the dress that dangled down their spine to end in a perfect ruby teardrop that sat Right at the top of their Ass! Like an arrow, directing all eyes to that one spot, Asmo’s pact mark just visible beneath. It was scandalous! Never mind it was probably tamer than any other demon outfit, but this was MC! Other demons were going to be looking at them!

Lucifer’s anger flared around him. Black smoke billowed out and Lord Diavolo’s eyes widened. “Whoops! We might have miscalculated this MC!” He started to reach for them but Lucifer beat him to it. Asmo shrieked as his phone exploded in his hands and MC found themselves suddenly engulfed in Lucifer’s coat. They felt Lucifer pick them up, and felt the leap as he took off, his wings causing mini whirlwinds to blast the area.

Diavolo dusted off his jacket and smiled at Barbatos. “Well, that went better than expected!” He smiled benignly at the glares from the demon brothers who were tumbling against each other in their rush to follow Lucifer and MC home.

MC in a suit scenario two:

MC stood at the entrance with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos when the brothers arrived. Lucifer was on guard as soon as he saw the smirk on Barbatos’s face as he opened the door.

They all stopped when they saw MC.

They stood proudly next to Diavolo in a red suit. Tailored specifically to their body. Gold embroidery graced the cuffs of the jacket, the collar and all along the bottom edge. Their black blouse was silk and just thin enough to give a hint of the skin underneath. They wore it open at the neck, without a tie, just a thin gold chain holding a ruby teardrop.

The pants were elegantly tailored, showcasing MC’s strong legs and tapering just enough to stay close to their legs but still allow them to wear the black oxfords which swallowed the light. MC tweaked their cuffs out of nervousness, not realizing that they mimicked exactly Lucifer’s actions. The Ruby cuff links surrounded with gold filigree glinted in the light from the suit cuffs.

They glanced shyly from under their bangs, uncertain how their demons would like their new outfit. They shouldn’t have worried. Asmo pushed to the front, beaming with joy and pride. “Ah MC! You look so suave and sexy! I always knew you’d look wonderful in a suit!” He pulled out his phone, making MC walk and turn so they could all see the outfit in full. They all complimented MC, taking turns to hug and show their appreciation. Satan, whispered in their ear, “I like the pants”, as he ran his hand down their hip in a not very subtle tease. MC gasped and smacked his hand. He smirked and sauntered off to join the party. Levi snuck around MC with a red face, looking everywhere but at MC in case he lost it!

Mammon was pink, and stuttered. “A-abou’ time ya cleaned up! Knew ya’d look good, why’d ya wait so long to do it?” Then he shoved between some demons in search of a drink, cause MC in that suit was doing things to him he didn’t want to explore right now!

Beel thought they looked like a pretty gem, good enough to eat. Oh but he wouldn’t eat them, he loved them too much! Belphie tugged him along and despite looking bored, MC could see he did really like how they looked. His comment even proved it. “I look forward to helping you remove that tonight when we go to bed.” He winked and followed Beel to the ballroom entrance while MC blushed the colour of their suit.

Lucifer smiled and nodded his approval to MC as the rest of them slowly made their way to the ballroom. Diavolo held his arm out, may I MC? MC nodded and took his arm, as Diavolo led them towards the ball, Lucifer spoke up. “Your first dance MC, I will be claiming that. So do not dance with anyone else.”

MC blushed but nodded, secretly delighted that their demons liked their outfit so much. Maybe dressing up wasn’t so bad after all?