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How Do Upper Moons 1-4 + Muzan Celebrate Mother's Day?
CW: Misogyny, Breeding Kinks (Kokushibo and Urogi), Oral Sex (Aizetsu)
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⥠Muzan âĄ
With Muzan, would you expect anything less than an entire weekend at a high-end spa? Now, I know what you're wondering: where are the kids? Don't worry about them, your husband sent them away to a Swiss boarding school years ago.
On top of a weekend of treatments the working class could only dream of, you will be given his black card upon your return. Muzan doesn't know how to shower you with genuine affection, so overcompensating with exorbitant gift giving is the next best thing.
All he asks is for your soul in return âșïž
⥠Kokushibo âĄ
While Kokushibo is a man of rigid discipline, he is still a man at the end of the day. Controlled easily by desires of the flesh, giving into his breeding kink. Spending that brief moment in the early morning before your kids wake up to place another one in your empty womb.
Hooking your leg in the crook of his elbow, slowly fucking you from the side. Holding his other hand over your mouth, muffling saccharine moans from penetrating the thin walls. Pumping load after load in your tight cunt, not allowing a single drop to go to waste.
Plugging his fingers inside once he was finally satiated. Planning on taking you once more once the kids were tucked into bed for the night. Cock stirring once more beneath the blanket at the thought of your perfectly bred pussy.
If he had his way, by the time Mother's Day rolled around once more, you'd have another reason to celebrate.
⥠Douma âĄ
The moment you opened your eyes, you were met with a perfect bouquet of flowers. Your favorites of course, Douma would never make the mistake of getting you last minute, wilted, grocery store roses. What kind of a husband would he be to do something so cruel?
No. Douma went all out.
He ordered in breakfast, knowing that if he cooked it would only end in disaster. The man burnt water once for crying out loud. Serving it on a silver tray while allowing you to remain in bed.
Rubbing your feet as you ate, occasionally kissing your ankle. He wasn't a foot guy by any means, but body worship wasn't a hyperbole to him. Sincerity was a curse you had taught him.
After that, he'd present you with one of those cheesy birthstone necklaces corresponding to both yours and your myriad of children's birthdays. You got a new one almost every year since marrying him; the two of you did share the same hobby after all. The very same hobby that would commence at dusk.
⥠Akaza âĄ
Akaza's love language is acts of service, so like everyday, you were his queen. Given a seemingly basic card with the love letter written inside that he had been drafting for months. It had to be perfect, so he feared being too blunt, and not poetic enough.
Oh, he could talk with you for ages, cuddled up on the couch, watching your daughters finally manage to share their toys. Soaking in these fleeting moments with you, knowing they took a mental toll, and yet you wouldn't trade them for anything.
Drawing a bath for your exhausted body, lighting lavender candles on the sink. Filling the tub with relaxing salts to relieve your tender muscles from the tension you carried. Planning on making the bed for you as you allowed yourself a moment of leisure.
Laying you down on fresh sheets with a quick kiss to your temple. Telling you to take the nap you deserved. He'd handle the kids.
⥠Sekido âĄ
Your day began with a grumbled âHappy Mother's Day,â from your husband as he sipped on his black coffee. More focused on reading the news, murmuring aggravated whispers to himself.
He didn't feel the need to make a big deal out of a made up holiday. Unceremoniously shipping off your kids to their grandparents house that afternoon. Making his way to the bedroom to find you numb to the disregard.
Joining you in bed, the mattress dipping below his weight. Wrapping an arm loosely, yet passionately around your waist. He didn't know how to vocalize his appreciation; putting it into words was weirdly daunting. So instead, he held you.
Pretending this was only an act of duty for your sake. Secretly enjoying the afternoon snuggle session more than you did. Cheeks burning with embarrassment and dull anger the moment you pointed it out. Storming off only to regret it when he had to sleep on the couch that night.
⥠Karaku âĄ
Most mothers want a relaxing Mother's Day. Perhaps a day where Dad takes over a bit so you could lay back and kick your feet up. You were most mothers; unfortunately, you married Karaku.
Tears that you refused to shed stung your eyes realizing that instead of respite, you'd be dragged to a theme park instead. Chasing after his feral children, considering becoming a leash mom on a whim. At least then they wouldn't get lost, or worse.
You only got by with telling yourself that at least he didn't forget like last year.
⥠Aizetsu âĄ
The entire day had built up to treating you to your shared favorite activity. No amount of lazily signed cards or wilting flowers could ever compare to the sensation of Aizetsu's pretty face between your legs.
He'd look up at you with large, blue eyes as though you had personally hung the moon. Lapping languidly at a pool of saccharine juices, savoring you so completely. Continuing even when his tongue inevitably began to grow sore, he refused to stop until you squirted on his face.
How many orgasms had you had by now? It didn't matter, his efforts would not be in vain. That would only make him sad.
⥠Urogi âĄ
This Mother's Day was spent like the last, and the year before that, with your abdomen swollen with pregnancy. Urogi wasn't necessarily malicious in the way he constantly kept you knocked up, but his instinct sure felt cruel.
Luckily, he was the type of lover to dote on his pregnant wife. After all, you had sacrificed so much to birth him more than a basketball team worth of children. So he made it up to you, utilizing the one science lesson he remembered: how to make homemade ice cream.
Laughing loudly in the kitchen with the children while you remained in bed with swollen feet. No matter how often you elevated them, the fluid never fled. The third trimester was so fickle, especially with your due date approaching.
Eventually, Urogi returned with a homemade ice cream sundae in tow. Spoon feeding you with one hand, rubbing your baby bump with the other. His touch drifted lower and lower, until you were given a reminder of how you ended up in this situation in the first place.
⥠Zohakuten âĄ
Every year with Zohakuten was more of the same. The days leading up to Mother's Day, he'd claim it was a pathetic excuse to celebrate the natural order â that it was unnecessary. Women had been birthing children for centuries, why did you deserve a special day?
That was until he noticed scorn drawn on your face. Reluctantly resorting to piggybacking off the cards your children made at school. Hastily signing his name after theirs. Silently storming off to brood alone when you frowned. Placing blame on you and feminism, rather than taking accountability. It didn't know how to do that yet.
⥠Urami âĄ
This is a man who knows ball. Smart enough to know that the best gifts are the ones you pick out yourself. Giving you a debonair smirk as he held his card in one hand, and your own in the other. Keeping up the act of being a gentleman, carrying a plethora of bags in his oversized hands.
Urami's self satisfaction only fell when he realized you had taken, âshop until you dropâ literally. His entitlement would have to wait. Sharing the marital bed with his hand rather than his foxy lady.
⥠Hantengu âĄ
Hantengu had completely forgotten that it was Mother's Day until late into the day. He never celebrated it with his previous four wives, why would he with the fifth? He didn't ask for you to get pregnant, despite his refusal to wear a condom, claiming they only encouraged his erectile dysfunction. This was your fault, not his.
But, Urami insisted that Hantengu got you something, anything. So Hantengu did the scariest thing on the planet: he went to the grocery store. Picking out the last bouquet they had of wilted roses. Self victimizing when you didn't like it after everything he had done.
Contemplating having you and his child join those that came before you. Stopping himself, snapping to his senses when the baby cried, effectively distracting him. Saving your lives in a nick of time.
(Modern AU) Would Muzan and the Upper Moons Let You Call Them Daddy? NSFW, MDNI!
i felt inspired by @carriedlikeabriefcase's new professor douma fic, why don't we go there. it has an age gap relationship. i was reminded how much i love dilfs.
and then i started to wonder... would the boys have daddy kinks?!? i'm answering this for all of them. yes, ALL of them. even the fish guy (but it's modern au, so he's not really a fish?).
hold my hand. let's go on this journey together.
tw: villains being villains. the consent starts to get a little dubious with the clones. tread lightly.
Some of the charges I think the demons would have if they were all in prison (and we can all work there. Surely not to abuse our power, no) just for fun cuz I'm very bored.
Includes dark topics btw so yea
Muzan
Racketeering
Human trafficking
Crimes against humanity
Statutory rape
Money laundering
Kokushibo
Contract killing
First-degree murder (multiple)
Obstruction of justice
Douma
Tax evasion
Fraud
Akaza
Aggravated assault
Manslaughter
Hantengu
Domestic abuse
Continued sexual abuse of a child
Incest
Second-degree murder
Urami
Domestic abuse
Obstruction of justice
Money laundering
Sekido
Aggravated assault
Possession of a deadly weapon to assault
Karaku
Sexual assault
Driving under the influence
Public indecency
Aizetsu
Shoplifting
Harassment
Aiding and abetting suicide
Urogi
Arson
Criminal trespassing
Unauthorized release of animals
Zohakuten
Animal cruelty
Solicitation of prostitution
Uttering threats to cause death
Gyokko
Forgery
Art fraud
Abuse of corpses
First-degree murder
Torture
Gyutaro
Drug trafficking
Possession with intent to distribute
Aggravated assault
Sexual harassment/assault
Kaigaku
Possession (weed)
Non-consensual distribution of intimate images
Reckless driving
Enmu
Drug trafficking
Animal sexual abuse
Serial rape
Abuse of a corpse
Drug-induced homicide
Possession of child sexual abuse material
Manufacture of a controlled substance
Indecent exposure
Poisoning
Kidnapping
Stalking
Illegal surveillance
Fraud
Blackmail
Torture
Demons' Scents Revised
Did a similar post earlier but I'm redoing it since my answers have changed. Including more demons, so these are my headcannons of what each demons scent is like and a little headcannon lore.
EDIT: I changed Akaza's scent because I had a better idea.
Tagging: @thequeenpapaya @hantengudelulu @dangorabbit08 @carriedlikeabriefcase
-DEMON-SCENT BIOLOGY-
-Similar in a way to animals, demons each have a unique scent to distinguish themselves. The scents vary from demon to demon. Sometimes how they smell comes from who they were as a human before death, sometimes it just randomly creates itself after being turned, sometimes it forms due to the environment they live in or what they eat, etc.
-Demons will rub their scent all over their homes, their property, and their mates as well as around their hunting grounds to warn other demons that this is taken. They are very territorial and another demons' scent who isn't their mate will make protective and/or territorial urges arise to the surface.
-The stronger a demon is, the stronger their scent will be. However humans are not able to smell these scents (unless you're Tanjiro-) because their noses are not strong enough to smell them.
-A demon produces these scents naturally but it mostly seeps from their arms, hands, and upper bodies so the easiest way to rub their scent on something is to hold it or rub their arms on it. This is why family members who are turned together(such as Gyutaro and Daki) or demons who decide to be mates often scent each other by holding each other.
-DEMONS' SCENTS-

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HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)
I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF
Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)
[little aftermath under the cut]
BIGGEST BREEDING KINKS AMONGST THE UPPER MOONS
From biggest breeding kink to less likely to flat out doesn't have it. NOT including Daki or Zohakutan for obvious reasons. These are just my opinions and you don't have to agree with them.
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!
Warnings/Disclaimers: contains breeding kink and mentioning of pregnancy and impregnation. Doggy style mentioned in Akaza's part, fantasied baby trapping mentioned in Gyutaro's.
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Since the design material collection books finally arrived, I was able to scan some of the pages and visualize the demon's heights. Some of them are officially stated while for others, I had to approximate based on comparison. Explanation for each of those is stated below.