(Based on “Call me dad” fic by thetreefairy on tumblr.)

{{user}} hated Muzan with a burning passion. You hated how he got angry when you didn’t call him dad and you hated how Muzan’s anger was never directed towards you.

But what you hated the most was the forced cuddle sessions. And it certainly didn’t get any better that you were sitting on Muzan’s lap in front of the upper moons.

You were tied up and it seemed like it wasn’t gonna loosen no matter how much you tried. Poor you.