#lauma gi

[damare-draws]

Lunar Deer 🌙🌿🍃

[fran-aka-mak]

belated lauma bday art!

"Close your eyes gently, just like this. Slow your breathing..."

[r4meatt]

Lauma x reader hc!

Kisses, cover your eyes kiddos

Lauma does NOT know the concept of a kiss. At all.

Thanks to her being born a very religious, protected and bubble-like enviourment, they didn't taught Lauma much about affection, kisses, relationships etc.

Therefore, Lauma struggles to understand the whole concept. Prefering to be driven by her deer instincts, which are... licking you, instead.

From what i know, mammals normally preen/groom with their tongue their loved ones. So technically that's what Lauma's trying to do.

You're leaning in, flushed, lips slightly parted and your eyes slightly closed before you feel something wet against your cheek... her tongue.

You lightly pushed her away with a disturbed look, searching in her eyes for some type of explanation.

The only thing you get back is her sad expression, with puppy eyes and stammering out:

"What- What happened, dear..? Did i do something wrong?"

[emberchii]

accidentally posted on the wrong blog at first, oops. anyways: i love the nod krai women.

[axinitewolf]

is this anything

[diluted-calico]

baby, it’s cold outside!

edit: due to the storm raging outside rn, im having ideas about cuddling up with lauma during a blizzard.. it’s not a big thought, but just enough.

Holding Lauma close to your body, pressing your chest as close as you could to her back. This was everything you could’ve wished for. She was everything you could’ve wanted in a wife. “My Doe, stop moving.” Lauma all but hisses at you sleepily.

The threat isn’t taken seriously, it’s the same one you’ve given her when you brush out the ice crystals from her coat in stag form. “I’m just.. preoccupied?” Your wife just huffs at your response to turn over and face you from her place as the little spoon.

“Well stop then,” warm, minty breath fans over your face. “or else I’ll have to convince you in other ways to stop moving.” Her words roll over the folds of your brain and linger in your stomach as she turns away in bed, once again facing away from you.

“Wait- Lauma? My love, what do you mean?” The slight panic in your voice makes her chuckle.

“Goodnight, my Doe.”

“No! I’m serious, what do you mean?” Her body shifts closer into your stomach, heat beginning to simmer between you two.

“Goodnight, sleep well~”

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