Douma X Reader Smut - Blog Posts

Hey can I pls have upper moons with a goddess storm/ororo Munroe reader? Or a scarlet witch/Wanda Maximoff reader?

♰ ★ 𝖀𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

n.o.t.e.s - OMG YES, I LOVE THIS IDEA!

w.a.r.n - None, doma being a menace, and the reader not reading the room.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!Uppermoons x godess!reader

w.c - 675

You slowly opened your eyes to see a man with oddly but bright rainbow eyes staring at you. As you blinked several times before pushing yourself far away from the man.

Before the creepy figure chuckled " She's awake!" his odd monotone voice, made your body shake. As you quickly whipped your hand across your body sending a gust of red magic going towards the unknown man before he quickly dodges the attack.

While you stood up, trying to balance yourself onto the ground. "WHO ARE YOU" you yelled, as you looked at the blonde-haired man, baring your teeth at him. Before you stared around your surroundings, you saw a bunch of people—no demons. Staring at you, "What the fuck" you cursed under your breath, as the demons looked at you curious.

"Where am I" you barked at him, you felt your hands turning warm as your eyes glittered with red color. "You're in the Infinity Castle, thanks to the biwa lady!" he clasped his hands together, giving you a smile. You lowered your hands down. The color of your eyes flickering into their natural color.

"Where's the exit" you muttered, "A-"

"There are no exits" Akaza cut Douma mid-sentence, looking at your pissed-off figure. "What do you mean there are no exits, why am I here!" you yelled, walking to him but stopping mid-way.

"No exits, how the fuck did I get here" you barked, "You were here before any of us" Daki interrupted, you as she looked at you oddly.

She crossed her arms against her chest, she was young but dressed in revealing clothes, "How old are you" you said, pointing at her, "HUH? WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?" she exclaimed, puffing out her cheeks.

"You look 14, and I don't think kids are supposed wear something like that" you said out, before registering what you said.

"HUH?!?" she yelled before she almost attacked you before her brother grabbed her. You cocked your head at her before you felt a strong aura spawning behind you, you immediately saw the demons bowing down.

Before you turned around to see a man, with black hair and red crimson eyes. His aura was creepy for you, as your body conscious started heating up, feeling your eyes glittering with color.

The unknown man gave you a look, that made you shake to your core. You manage to look at him in the eye, though fear paralyzes you.

Before his body-chilling voice ranged through the infinite castle. "What's the update on the blue spider lily," he said, nobody said anything, the atmosphere was tense.

"I said, what is the update" he yelled out, before someone spoke up, "W-well, Lord Muzan. The location of it is unknown, but I do have some information about" one of them, you guessed demons said. His whole appearance was odd to you, it was a body coming out of a vase, and his eyes and mouth were in opposite places.

"Well, are you going to be an idiot or say it," Muzan said, it was a flashed, that the demon's head was in his hand. Before the he started rambling about the information he had, when he was done, his head was throwing to the ground, as you at the head rolling.

"Since you guys can't find a simple flower, I found something better," Muzan said before he shortly degraded the uppermoons.

"You" you were snapped out of though, as he pointed at you.

"You're going to find it" he said, turning his body towards, shortly all eyes were on you.

"Me?" you pointed at yourself, "what is a spider lily" you questioned, deadpanning. "Huh," Muzan said, "Do you seriously don't know what a blue spider lily is" Muzan said, twitching his eyebrows.

"No.." you said, cocking your head to the side.

"Are you serious right now" he closed his eyes, and put his hand on his nose bridge, in a pissed-off expression.

The upper moons just looked at you incredulously, "So.. could I go home now?" giving him a smile.

This is so fucking good 💗🔥🥵😵

𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧? 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟑.𝟕𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

The last thing Akaza wanted to do was meet with Douma, but it was needed. After years of searching, he had finally come across information regarding the Blue Spider Lily. And as aggravating as it is, Akaza came to the conclusion that he needed Douma’s help. After all, Muzan hasn’t let up on updates in regards to the flower. It’s just the best option. 

Seeing Douma was already enough - an insufferable headache, but seeing you would be an entirely different feeling. Two things stand in Akaza’s way tonight. 

You, who’s been degraded simply as a toy. A “prized possession.” And the Upper Moon 2. 

It’s not that you had the choice of being held captive like this, Akaza knows. Douma doesn’t usually open his arms to humans as he thrives on feasting on the desperate, using them for money and food. He’s never shed an ounce of care to anyone, until you. And Akaza knows why, he sees it. 

To his disdain, Akaza has known you for a little over a year now. However, it’s been quite inevitable to pay a visit to Douma’s often due to Muzan’s orders. 

And with that, he can see how special you are in the little time he’s been around you. How soft your skin looks, the way you shy away from Douma’s touch, your pleading eyes every time he needs to stop by Eternal Paradise. At first, Akaza thought you’d be a meal the Upper 2 is saving to ripen up for the right moment, but after a few visits, he could see the demon has taken a liking to you. 

You never say much, though, and that unknowingly opened a door of curiosity to Akaza. So, he began watching you closely during his visits. 

It turns out that it’s a shame, a disgrace, how Douma treats you - having you wait on his beck and call - treating you like a doll. A disgrace how Douma dresses you everyday, forces a spoon to your mouth every meal, speak when spoken to… The bastard has you right at his hip everywhere he goes but as soon as he needs to attend business with Muzan, he resorts to chaining you up. Akaza isn’t surprised by the demon’s behavior, he’s used to Douma being a scumbag, but he can’t help the thought of how you feel. How you got sucked into all of this and just accept the treatment given to you. 

Because Akaza can recall more than once how many times he's walked in on you bent over the bed, Douma roughly pulling at your hair to keep your head up, or a hand wrapped around your pretty throat, your mouth filled with Douma’s cock, you completely naked straddled over the demon being split over his cock while hes fully dressed - you name it. All while the Upper moon smiles sadistically at your scrunched up face, cooing in your ear. 

If Akaza could somehow voice his thoughts, Douma would disagree with the perception of rough treatment. He feeds you, clothes you, has given you a title in Eternal Paradise… you’ve gotten anything you’ve ever wanted and more. What's so bad about that? You’ve never back talked or tried to escape. He’s given you the life he thinks you deserve. He just simply adores you. 

And Akaza’s the only other demon who knows that an Upper Moon has taken a human for pleasure other than killing. In a fucked up way, he choses to. Douma keeps his secrets, so he will keep Douma’s. Especially if it means that you’ll be kept around long enough.

Akaza doesn't make a sound when he walks through the forest leading up to Eternal Paradise, the sky pitch black as the moon shines through the trees. He’s quick when jumping up, running across the roof of the mansion leading up to Douma’s room. 

-

It’s a routine night for you and Douma and the last member of Paradise had just left. Your head lays across his thigh as he sits upright in his throne. The room is dim and quiet as the candle lights flicker. He likes this time alone with you, as today was very busy for him. You don’t dare move a muscle until he says so, so you lay there peacefully as his fingers shift through your hair over and over, petting you gently while he hums a lullaby.

Every night ends like this after the last person stumbles through the door pleading for Lord Douma to help them. As always, he is more than happy to give them a home here at his paradise. He clothes them, feeds them and many work around the palace to tend to the gardens and clean. People seem to have a very fulfilling life here when they are at their lowest. And so it seems that after a certain amount of time, they leave. You believe Lord Douma helps led these people back on the right path in life. 

But for you, you have a different role here. And that’s why you can’t view the gardens, you can’t chat with the members of paradise. You’re bound to the Lord - to never escape his sight. 

Hearing a soft thump disrupts the silence. You look towards the open balcony, careful not to move your head on Douma’s lap. As the curtains flow with the gentle breeze, you can make out Akaza’s figure illuminated by the moon standing still between the balcony doors. 

“Ahh, Lord Akaza!” Douma greets, but his hand does not falter from petting you. “What a lovely night isn’t it? Not a cloud in the sky, you can see all the stars tonight!” 

You can see Akaza’s muscles tense as he steps in the room, his hands clenched and glued by his sides. When Lord Akaza shows up, he always seems like he’s holding back. You can see the hatred in his eyes and the way he stills when talking, yet he still visits the Lord. You’ve grown to drown out the conversations they have, and you really don’t know who the tattooed man is other than his name, but you can decipher these meetings and all the names you hear are tied to Douma’s sanctuary. 

“I’ve come to discuss the Blue Spider Lily.” 

“Why don’t you come make yourself comfortable, Lord Akaza? I haven’t seen you in a while, I’ve started to worry.” Douma’s cheerful voice fills the room. 

Akaza stands for a moment as he scans the room before his golden eyes land on you. 

“Come here old friend! Don’t be shy.”

The tattooed man thinks for a moment and without saying a word, he takes a seat in front of you and Douma on the floor before the throne. Usually he wouldn’t do this. In all honesty, in the back of his brain, he is disgusted with himself for showing such willingness to the bastard. He’d never shown an ounce of respect towards the Upper 2, but the way your eyes follow his every move intrigues him. His body moves without thought. He needs to see you up close. 

“I’ve overheard some information about the flower Lord Muzan has been searching for and-”

“Ya, ya!” The hand that's been petting you throws up in the air, waving off Akaza’s words. “I don’t want to discuss work, I’ve been working all day-” he pouts, “what have you been up to? Tell me something new, dearest friend.”

You're so close to the Upper 3, that when he gets cut off you can see clearly how his eye twitches in irritation. You can’t count it, but a long moment of silence thickens the room. 

“Ahh, my comrade, no need to scowl. You never smile! I just want to have a nice conversation. You don’t know how exhausting people can be, always telling us such negative things. Such a long day for me and my darling, you know? It’s nice to see such a familiar face, isn’t it my dear?” 

You nod against Douma’s lap as Akaza’s eyes find yours. “Yes, Lord Founder.” 

“Ah my sweet, you know not to call me that in front of friends! Work is over now.” 

“Yes, Douma.” You comply, and Akaza’s heart pings through his chest, gritting his teeth watching you obey the bastard without a thought in your mind. Douma notices this. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” A hand brushes your cheek to cup your jawline, “just the most beautiful thing in this world, right Akaza?” The white haired man hums.

The pair of golden eyes in the dimly lit room are unwavering, glued to yours as he sits silently. 

“C’mon Lord Akaza! Tell her she’s beautiful!” Douma persists. The hand over your jawline moves slightly, a finger grazes over your lips, asking politely to let it in. And you do. Your mouth drops slightly to cradle Doumas finger with your tongue, sucking down when he pushes in more. 

The Upper 3 swallows thickly, and you can see his chest rise and fall a little quicker now. 

“Yes,” his response is airy.

Douma grins, keeping his eyes on Akaza - the man who refuses to take his gaze away from you.

“I see you, Akaza. I see it every time you visit.” A second finger gently pushes through your lips and presses down on your tongue, causing your mouth to drop open. Your saliva pools onto Doumas pants. Your body is trained by every touch the Lord makes, much to your dislike, but you can’t help how fat your body grows hot just from this.

“You can’t help but stare at her. She’s such a beauty, I don’t blame you one bit.”

Akaza straightens his back, taking his attention towards Douma. “Lord Muzan-”

Your moan interrupts his sentence. This is the second time he’s been interrupted, but it’s not as infuriating as the first. If anything, it spikes anxiety in his chest as his eyes are quick to look at you. 

Your face is flushed and your mouth is drooling all over Douma’s fingers, soaking his pants as he continues to push in and out of your lips. Looking down, Akaza can see Douma’s other hand playing with your breast over your dress, teasing and twisting your nipple as you squirm. 

Akaza pries his eyes away, forcing himself to come back down to reality. Before he could move to stand, Douma’s voice is low and soft as he asks.

“Would you like to have a go? She’d be happy to please our good friend, right darling?” You give a nod after a pause.

Akaza’s eyes widened, unsure from shock, from disgust or from… something else. 

There’s no way he’d stoop to this level, right? He sees the way you’re treated by this monster. He fucking hates the guy. Your delicate body getting abused by him, he can’t handle thinking about it. Douma repulses him. 

Douma is quick to hoist you between his legs, your back to his chest as his feet swoop over your ankles, causing your legs to stay wide open and in place. 

“Look, she’s not wearing anything under her dress! I keep her like this all the time. I can’t get enough. You’ll see why - Just look, look at how pretty her pussy is.” Douma voice sing-songs through the room again, happy as ever to persuade the other Upper Moon. 

“Fuck you.” Akaza stands quickly to leave. 

“Are you sure Akaza? Look at her, she’s so needy.” He pauses, “She needs you, see?” 

Douma’s hand slithers between your legs to rub your cunt a few times before spreading you open. You can’t help but buck your hips into his touch, your pussy getting slick with minimal effort. 

A soft smack to your cunt makes you jump. “Be good, darling.” Douma says lowly in your ear as a light warning. 

Fuck Douma. Akaza’s face is burning, his heart pounds loudly through his ears. He can’t do this. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but he can’t do it like this. His mind races back and forth, does he want this? Fuck Douma. The throbbing in his pants says another thing. And, fuck, does he ache for you. He’s been hard since the moment he saw you tonight., of course he has. But now, he's painfully constricting his own pants. It’s hard to deny anyone in the room, including himself, that he doesn’t want this. Fuck Douma.

It's been a true battle deep within himself about how he feels towards you, towards Douma, towards the whole situation.

“C’mon comrade! I can hold her just like this and you can fuck her however you want! She’s so sweet- will let you do anything.” Douma presses a quick kiss to your temple. 

Akaza’s chest heaves deeply, his veins constrict as he stands there seething. His body is hot with hatred, but his blood feels like lava aching to touch you. 

He could show you what really feels good, not this sadistic shit Douma puts you through. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours. What he would do to see you come undone. He needs to see that fucked out face again, it’s burned in his memory. The only thing he can picture after all the times he’s walked in on you and Douma - you.

Akaza slowly turns back to face you both and you immediately see how hard he is through his pants. Precum is already leaking through the fabric as his cock is strained against it - he looks painfully hard. 

“C’mon Akaza, be my guest.” 

Like a moth to flame, Akaza mindlessly steps forward to kneel before your open legs. Saliva builds thickly in his mouth taking in the sight of your pretty cunt as Douma rubs little circles around your clit. 

Douma’s eyes are dark and wide, smiling ear to ear as he watches Akaza become entranced by you. But as soon as Akaza leans forward for a taste, Douma speaks up.

“No need to prep her Akaza, that’s for another time. I can see how you want to fuck her right now, why don’t you just do it?”

The tattooed man's teeth clench with the other’s words. Fuck Douma. 

Before Akaza makes a move, he looks up to your pleading eyes. You look so beautiful. 

Akaza pulls down his pants only to his thighs to free his aching cock before fingers are shoved forcefully in his mouth. 

“But I’ll let you taste her like this for now, isn’t she so sweet? Everything about her is fucking perfect dont you think?” Douma plunges his fingers, rolling around Akaza’s tongue so he can get a proper taste. 

For a second, he’s bewildered by Douma putting his hands on him, but that thought was flushed away when he tasted you on his tongue. And holy fuck did you taste like heaven. With fingers in his mouth, Akaza’s eyebrows furrowed as he jerks himself off to tasting you. 

“What do you say to our dearest friend, sweet girl?”

“P-please Lord Akaza, I want you inside me.” Your voice is needy. Your stomach bubbles with anticipation. Looking between your legs as Akaza jerks off you take a good look at what’s coming. He’s thick, thicker than your lord, but not as long. His head is agitated, red from throbbing and oozing in precum, slicking down with every stroke he makes. The sound of Douma’s fingers in his mouth mixed with slick clicking from him touching himself fill the room. 

The clicking noises get faster, golden eyes stare down between your legs as Douma plays with your went cunt before him. 

“Ah ah, Lord Akaza, slow down, you’ll want to save that. She’s so tight! She’ll suck you in so bad you don’t think you’ll ever get out!” 

And with that, Douma removes his fingers to lift your dress up all the way, revealing your stomach and breasts. Akaza’s body shakes with need, his eyes blown wide taking in the sight of your whole body. 

“Come on, comrade, she needs you. Look at how wet you got her!”

The next thing you feel is Akazas blunt head poke your clit, running his cock easily along your folds. The man lets out a staggered sigh, his eyes glued to the movement as his hand slithers under your knee and around your thigh. Blunt fingernails knead into your flesh as he rocks himself over your cunt. 

You’re unsure of how Douma wants you to perform. Butterflies fill your lower stomach, the heat is unbearable as you want to rock against the man too. The feeling of his cock dragging along your folds then his balls pressing against your opening makes you want to cry at how badly you want to come. With every drag away from you, your slick strings to his balls and it feels like a crime.

You look up to Douma with pleading eyes, unsure of what he wants. He’s never shared you with anyone. You’ve come to learn Douma is incredibly possessive of you. 

A sadistic, dark face is already staring down at you when you look up. Colorful eyes blown wide as his mouth is curled up in that creepy smile he does, the same exact face he makes when you cry, or gag or plead with him when he fucks you. 

It’s pure unhinged lust.

“Show him how good he’s making you feel.” 

This gives you the green light to buck your hips into Akaza, letting out a soft whimper. Your hips roll and grind into his cock back, making him groan. 

“You make her feel good, Akaza, look at how wet she is! Put it in, you’ll wanna see the face she makes, it’s like the gates of heaven. Like looking at a real life angel!”

Akaza’s blunt head slides down once more and meets his head to your opening, and without any warning, he presses in. 

“Holy fuck-” Akaza breathes. 

Your back arches away from Douma, your head falling back into his chest as your mouth lolls open. Akaza’s thickness stretches you out like nothing before, and you feel every inch of it. 

Hands come up to cup your cheeks, “Oh, sweet baby, look at you! Oh Lord Akaza, look at this face! So perfect.” 

Akaza is transfixed on your face. Tears swell at the corners of your eyes and fall, your lips open like this look so perfect, your furrowed eyebrows - its taking everything not to come right here and now. 

Akaza bottoms out. His balls press firmly against your ass. He can feel every quiver you make. 

“Look at him, look at how good your pussy is!” Doumas hands squeeze your cheeks to obey. You look up through thick lashes and tears to Akaza’s mouth slacked and eyes half lidded. To no warning, he pulls out and thrusts back into you. 

“Hmph!” You whimper with every stroke he gives you. 

Akaza cant control himself, no fucking way now. You’re so tight, sucking him in with every thrust and not letting go when he pulls back. You’re fucking pure sin. You really are an angel. 

“Tell her she's beautiful, Akaza.”

Without a thought in his mind he obeys breathlessly, “So fuckin’ beautiful- so pretty.’

“You hear that darling? You really are something! Grab her, fuck her faster, she likes that. Maybe you’ll get her to come! You wanna come?” A finger taps at your cheek and you nod. 

With every thrust, your head rubs up against Douma’s cock. It’s hard under his clothing and you can still feel the heat radiating, but he doesn’t seem like he wants to do anything about that. Douma is fully engaged in letting Akaza take you tonight. 

Akaza groans, picking up the pace. The squelching of wetness is hard to ignore with every movement. 

The Upper 3 moves his hands to grip at your hips, digging and bruising the flesh. His golden eyes fixated on every motion your body gives, from the bouncing of your tits, to the ripples of your skin. He won’t say it out loud, but you feel so fucking good. The way your body responds to him, the way your face is fucked out with peasure makes him think Douma is the luckiest fucking bastard. Anger bubbles in his stomach, but as soon as his eyes meet yours, it’s replaced by obsession.

You fuck back into Akaza, letting go of all inhibitions. You’re breathless now, feeling every inch of his cock pound into you as Douma holds you down for him to do so. Douma’s eyes watching every move of you both, completely enamored by the sight. 

Pleasure festers within you, and you turn into a blubbering mess. 

“Lord Akaza- feels so good- you feel s’good,” in which Akaza responds with pressing his weight into you deeper, fucking you deeper. He doesn’t give a fuck how close he is to Douma right now, he only cares about you. You cloud his vision.

Your vision gets hazy, seeing Akaza through heavy lidded eyes as you moan “going to-”

“Come baby. Come all over his cock, yeah? Keep going, Akaza, she’s so close! I can’t wait for you to see this!”

Your orgasm comes quickly, your walls twitch and tighten around his cock and your vision gets spotty. Your jaw slacks open, but your vision remains on him. Your hands come up to squeeze Akaza’s shoulders, scratching him deeply with your nails.

Akaza is breathless, his own orgasm quickly approaching. Without thinking, he leads into you to give a needy kiss. Your lips are hot, your face is wet from tears, but he doesn't care. He feels so fucking good right now. 

A desperate tongue forces past your lips, and you let him. His face and body press against you so hard that it's difficult to breathe. His lips suck on your tongue, his breath hot and fast as his fingers painfully dig into your sides. 

“Fill her up, Lord Akaza! Come inside her.” Douma insists, fingers now digging into your head, pressing you even further into the upper moon's kiss. 

Akaza sees white. Pushing as hard as he can, unknowingly crushing your body, he spills into your cunt. Groaning and shaking as he grinds into you, lips still glued to yours, shooting cum deep within you. 

A few moments pass before anyone moves again. Douma’s fingers shift to your sticky and sweaty hair now, brushing everything out of your face as Akaza lays on top of you, inhaling every scent he can. 

“Wonderful job! You both did amazing. My darling, you did so well.” He sings before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

He hums, “Now, what about that Blue Spider Lily?”