#lauma x reader

[omgopalsapphire]

[viaettea]

꒰ ࣪ ♡ lauma, arlecchino, nefer x female angel reader headcanons.

notes: suggestive elements!! reader is nefer's assistant in place of jahoda in her oneshot. first post... kinda nervous. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

━ Arlecchino

Arlecchino always felt apprehensive since you two got together. You were just.. overwhelmingly delicate, making her always reconsider her static, harsh tone when responding to you or softening the conduct of her cursed hands when she'd groom your wings. Arlecchino adored your wings, the downy feathers, floofly, sensitive, and fragile. Everyone noticed the great margin of edge Arlecchino lost when she had gotten with you; she's become more curt and dimissive with everything else, only caring about returning to her lovey dovey angel at home.

Arlecchino feels profoundly endeared by spectating you tend and care for the children at the house of the hearth. Seeing you sweetly let them pat your wings curiously and amuse their youthful ramblings makes her feel achingly satisfied. Later in the night, when you two are tucked close in bed, she strokes your wings languidly, brushing on your back between them where she knew would elicit a squeamish, tiny whine. "You.. did good today with all the children." Her praise is sparse, but holds weight, making your head feel fuzzy; it makes you quiver as she kisses your temple. "So good for me, dove.."

Arlecchino was never.. a fan of preening. It's a routine thing she integrated unconsciously, unaware it'd be a mundanity added to her life when she got with you. But, how could she not concede when you'd come to her, needily sulking and griping about the uncomfortable weight of your wings? She has a special brush for your pristine plumes, her talon fingers ever so gently plucking feathers that were coming loose, clicking her tongue when you'd squirm from the receptive nerves being rubbed repeatedly. "Behave please.. I know you know how to sit still for me pretty." Her scolding is tender but austere, it makes your cheeks hot; you can only nod and muffle your ticklish reactions by arching your back a little, making Arlecchino target your most sensitive spots deliberately, acting coy and ingenuous if you catch on. She has a thing for seeing you struggle.

Seeing you fly is one of Arlecchino's most precious, favorite sights. Seeing you soar, giggle, the sun coating your face and you so unbound, it makes her feel queasy. She always feels almost unnerved by her immense affection for you, uncoordinated in expressing it and still fully acclimating with her fervor towards caring for something so dainty. When you come down from the sky, she wordlessly pets your head, humming. "You are a marvel.. aren't you?." She tilts her head with a small, tenuous smile, it makes you feel giddy and jovial. "Now, come along angel, I have imperative things to finish."

It's only natural you draw attention when you both go out to town. In Fontaine, people will gather around you, ask for photos and of your origins. In Snezhnaya, the attention is much less concentrated, but still very much present, especially when certain comrades.. (Childe) like to get personal and show a bothering amount of interest in you. Arlecchino gets inherently displeased; there's a fissure in her composure, a twitch her lips. You can always sense it, she'll mire your hand with hers, her voice snipped and taut. When you get back to her manor, she'll be noticeably more brooding until you show her your dose of affection. Arlecchino is never one to profess her jealousy, she'll just innovate ways to subdue those feelings. You'll be in her lap by the fire, her hands on your lower back, thumbs tracing your navel to your stomach. "Maybe I should carve my initials into these pretty wings baby.." She'll propose sternly, making you whimper, her tone scaringly serious before she chuckles quietly. "Oh, but.. I couldn't hurt you. Don't get pouty."

Arlecchino will be away for long periods when she's dispatched into another region for a mission, this is when she is seen at her most irritable and prone to snapping. She would bring you, but the last thing she'd ever compromise is your safety. She writes you letters every night, making sure you're doing fine managing the orphanage and if you are taking care of yourself. She knows you're an needy thing, she'll make sure to promise you an extended wing grooming and a more erotic reward if you're feeling especially antsy from her absence.

━ Lauma

Oh, sweet Lauma, the poor woman almost had a heart attack when she first saw your divine, delphic beauty. She was gathering berries around the rural springs of Hiisi Island when she first spotted you knelt by a river. You were dipping your wings into the water like a swan would, grooming the ruffled feathers and humming quietly. It was safe to say, from that day on, Lauma worshipped a completely new goddess.

Lauma is.. a quite bit overbearing when it comes to you. If you're feeling drowsy, she's immediately offering a remedy, a massage, maybe a kiss? If you're feeling sad, she's immediately cooing and coddling you. Lauma is even a tad bit possessive, although she'll never admit to that aspect of her needy affection for you. She'll usher you to stay in your bedroom or constantly tag along when she's tending to animals or her fellow frostmoon scions. She loves to gush, fawn to the members of her community about you, loving how shy you get in front of others. "Oh yes, she loves when I rub her wings! They're very ticklish, aren't they dear?" Your face is entirely aflush by the time she's finished doting with her sisters, making her vehemently worry that you possibly caught a fever.

Lauma became a bit more.. provocative ever since she had gotten with you. Whenever you'd two would go into the forest to find somewhere to bathe, she purposefully disrobe in front of you to watch you seize up and cower behind your wings. When you two are close, her hand always lingers on your lower back, guiding, but wandering. When she hugs you, she smothers your face in her large bust, making you squeal. Lauma loves to coo at you when you become all nervous and shy; stroking your wings and shushing you. "Don't hide your face please.." Her imploring, dulcet tone always gets you, making you plaintively fold away your wings from hiding your face, making Lauma gently smile. "There's my pretty angel.. I won't tease you anymore, promise."

Lauma is obsessed with kissing your wings, taking a lot of persuasion and pleading on her end to compel you into indulging her wants. She'll utter prayers while pressing her wet lips to every crease and silken dip in your supple, lush plumes; her hands tracing the arcing edges of them and inhaling their scent. It's religious, reverent, voracious; she'll sometimes pinch or give a little nibble in a way that makes you squeak and grab onto her antlers just the way she likes for stability. She'll rear her head to almost buck into your hands, making them glow as she rocks upwards, something that happens whenever she's aroused. It makes you completely flustered. "Your noises are so nice.. I can't help myself, apologies dear.." She'll giggle, her voice velvetly, her dilated eyes tracking your pretty face the entirety of her oral exploration of your wings.

Lauma is pathetic for you, even if she tries to futilely act inconspicuous about it. If she notices even a sliver of discomfort on your face, she's dismissing herself from whatever she's doing to find somewhere to have you in her lap. If it's your wings, she'll coo and begin to rub your back; knowing the weight of the divine appendages could cause tension right between your shoulderblades. Lauma learned that you produce a vibrating sound close to purring whenever she does this; rubbing all the areas that make you sigh, melt into her. Lauma puts your needs above all else, cooing at you throughout her ministrations. You'll feel guilty for taking her time, Lauma taking that as a personal offense. "Don't feel bad dear.. just let me make you feel good, okay?." She strokes near the lower center of your back in ticklish, languorous passes with her nimble fingertips, making you arch and hide your face; her not ceasing till you nod furiously, her kissing your cheek, savoring your winsome, petulant humiliation. "It's my duty to worship you.. you know that, right?" She laughs, soft and dreamily.

━ Nefer

Nefer always thought you were frightened by her. She remembers the day you came in for an interview to be her close secretary and assistant; tumbling over words, thoughts incohesive, and your eyes anxiously darting away when they'd meet hers. You were a little mess under her scrutiny, a divine creature acting like schoolgirl with her crush, it was a.. sight. Nefer may be a very selective, strict woman, but as long as you could listen; seeing your pretty face around her agency, always petting your wings nervously when she'd call you to her office for a new task, she felt pleased having you bustle around to complete her bidding. She felt almost bad, unconsciously softening her voice with you and compensating you more for missions. She became a little indulgent with you, testing just how much you pour into earning her praise; you were her dutiful, eager little angel.

Nefer is intrinsically independent, she thinks she does things much more concise, cleaner than others, and she's definitely correct when compared to you. You're clumsy, always knocking over things with your ditzy, large wings, it's frustratingly endearing. Nefer would request simple things like a glass of water, a document on her desk just to give you a rewarding scratch on your wings' feathers. She loves seeing you squeak and tense, bearing her touch and biting your lip to contain any embarrassing noises, it's amusing. "You react so scared, 'm just scratching.. are they really that sensitive?." She'll muse, her pinching you barely to see you shrink backwards. "Get back to work, don't let it get to your head too much." She likes to see that slight dejection your face has when she cuts her affection short, shooing you off with a small chuckle.

Nefer has her.. days where she's more agitated, more impatient from her workload, so she naturally takes out on you. If you're behind a deadline, spilling her stack of papers into a scatter on the floor, maybe just breathing near her wrong, she'll bend you over her knee. You.. don't complain much, just wiggle your hips, arch your back whenever her hand comes down hard on your backside. It's humiliating, just how much you're enjoying it, how your thighs squeeze together subtly before she wedges them apart. Nefer never hides her satisfaction, seeing your wings seize up with every slap! or how you stifle little, keening sounds into the couch, eyes glassy and face hidden with embarrassment. When you start crying, she'll stroke your wings, kiss between your shoulderblades softly, licking your skin to see your wings flap, thumping on her couch. "You took it so good this time sweets, don't whine so much." She'll chide, albeit her voice is much gentler than usual; her hand rubs your reddened thighs and rear, tracing your spine with her nail to see you tremble. "Be better at your work and there will be no more of this.. easy, right?"

There's certain rules you wouldn't expect being hired for Nefer, like how she has a dresscode just for you. She buys you pretty, frilly gowns or skirts, usually in shades of translucent white to match with your wings. Seeing you amble around looking all pretty in the clothing she tailored just for you is a sight for sore eyes, a little distraction from the repetition of her convoluted work; she loves especially how you haven't noticed that the words 'property of Nefer, return if gets lost while flying' is stitched onto the back in a small font.

One of her 'comrades' or rather, frequent visitors, Yelan happened to have her eyes wander to you while in Nefer's office for business matters, much to Nefer's displeasure. Yelan would sit across from her over drinks with that prideful, subtle smirk, humming. Yelan prods too much, asks questions about your relationships and if you'd ever leave Nefer's side for a better job offer. Nefer immediately shuts her advancements down, tautly smiling with furrowed brows, seething. "She's very much.. loyal to me, you're out of luck. Besides, we both know who's more competent here in pleasing her." You were behind a near wall while overhearing Nefer's outburst, flustered and awkwardly fidgeting while the two women kept bickering heatedly. It probably wasn't the best idea to ask Nefer if Yelan was.. open minded any time soon. (you want both of them.)

dividers credit : @doll-fairy.

[omgopalsapphire]

[omgopalsapphire]

[sea-lanterns]

Maybe the reason Doe! Reader’s Buck came challenging Lauma was because Reader was one of the four total does they had?

As well reader is a bit more skittish than the other does?

I’m assuming that you mean the reason Reader’s former Buck was so defensive of her, was because they had a very small herd in comparison to Buck! Lauma’s. With only four Does in their herd (Reader included) it’d make sense why they’re so possessive of their small group. Still though, Reader’s former Buck is an ass.

This actually gives me an idea of how Doe! Reader could hypothetically meet Lauma. I imagine that Reader wandered into Lauma’s territory looking for food, as her current Buck would never feed them properly. Upon finding an apple tree, Reader tries to get one of the apples but she is far too short to reach. It isn’t until Buck! Lauma quietly steps out from the bushes to assist after watching her from the sidelines. She plucks an apple for the young Doe and hands it over to her with a smile. Doe! Reader is instantly smitten by Lauma’s kindness, as she’s never been fed by another Buck before. Her current Buck would always eat all the food for themselves and leave the Does with nothing :(

Lauma and Doe! Reader have a small bonding moment as Lauma continues to feed her apples. Poor girl must’ve been starving to have wandered into another Buck’s territory. She makes sure to give Reader the best apples too, only the ripe ones with no marks. However, the sweet bonding moment doesn’t last long, as Reader’s current Buck realizes she’s been gone for too long and tracks her down. It is at that moment where her current Buck clashes antlers with Lauma and challenges her, defensively trying to keep Lauma’s hands off their Doe.

There is also quite a bit of jealousy coming from Reader’s current Buck, because not only is Reader one of their few Does, but she is also incredibly skittish and hard to warm up to like you said. Despite being in their herd, Reader is still very afraid of her Buck, and upon seeing how fast she warmed up to Lauma; they were definitely brimming with envy.

It’s not that hard, nameless Buck. You just gotta take care of your women and treat them nicely like Lauma 😭😭. But I guess it doesn’t matter since the previous Buck loses the fight and has to forfeit Doe! Reader over to Lauma anyways. If the other Does were present to watch the loss, they’d join Lauma’s herd too, leaving the nameless Buck with no mates.

[zhongli-pot]

thinking about suffocating under lauma’s breasts while she grinds her cunt onto yours…

it all started with an innocent make out. an attempt to ease her stress as you both lay down on her soft bed that quickly turned into something more. in a second she pins you down on the mattress, her hands holding onto the fat of your hips while your own hands wander all over her body. the curve of her waist, her plump ass cheeks, and of course her soft tits

your tongues clashed passionately as lauma slowly properly straddled you, just the right angle to scissor her now wet cunt onto yours

your hands found their place on her tits, groping and squeezing them as lauma begins to moan into the kiss. you spread your legs wider, lifting your legs up to wrap them around her hips, helping her grind down

“mmh.. feel—ah!—so good…” she whimpered, slick started to gather and slid down to the sheets from both of your dripping cunts

you play with her nipples, pinching the perked buds and making lauma lets out the prettiest, whiniest little sounds. lauma angled her hips better to slide her puffy pussy lips with yours, the glide slick with the forming wetness, both of you moaning like there’s no tomorrow

your hand slipped in between both of your bodies, finding lauma’s clit and rubbing it, pinching it, and spreading her lips some more as the movement gets erratic. “mnh! god, so, so good..”

lauma started to grind slower, but harder. your hand between the two of you giving extra friction and you teased her entrance with your finger, making lauma arch her back so beautifully, the ornaments on her antlers jingling when she throws her head back in pleasure, “please, please, please! need to c-cum.. mnh..”

you slip one finger into her hole as her movements get messy, but lauma never stops. you thrust the finger in and out of her in a rapid motion, her tight walls engulfing your finger before you add another. you start to move your own hips in sync with her, cunt sliding against one another, slick dripping wetting the sheets below. you watch how her silky hair falls on her body, how her nipples perked up, skin shiny from sweat, how her tits move along with her

the sound of skin against skin, the squelching from both of your dripping cunt fill the room that was otherwise silent. your movement fastens, feeling the coil in your tummy about to snap, and as lauma clenched around your fingers tight, cumming all over your cunt and thighs, you take your fingers out of her and fuck your hole with them in haste, chasing after your own high

lauma didn’t stop grinding her now drenched cunt onto yours, helping you cum faster with the friction. and when you did, you whine out her name as your cum spills onto the sheets and lauma

you didn’t stop there, immediately lying lauma down on the bed and pulling her legs apart, settling between her meaty thighs you give her slick coated cunt a long lick up that has her crying out your name

“w-wait! ngh! c-can’t anymore… ahh!” lauma keeps crying out, whimpering in the prettiest way that you just can’t stop lapping at her wet cunt, grinding your own down on the sheets. both of you still overstimulated from earlier, but lauma is so beautiful like this. legs spread out in front of of you as the mix of both your cum is dripping out of her pussy and hole

you eat her out with a burning passion, mumbling things and making sounds of pleasure yourself that sent a vibration to her pussy, lauma has her back arched the whole time, thighs gripping tight around your head when the added pleasure of your fingers breached her sensitive, puffy, red hole. she started to grind down on your tongue and fingers, moaning so beautifully, so loudly like she’s lost in pleasure

“i think i’m gonna—mmnhh..” lauma cried out, hole clenching your fingers oh so tight as her cunt starts to pulse. you suck and lick and bit on her pussy much to your and lauma’s pleasure, but the sensation was too much for lauma that she can’t hold it in for much longer

“i-i’m gonna—wait! i’m c-cumming! anhhh—“

lauma squirted all over your face and that alone makes you cum the second time, squirting out yourself, just not as much as lauma. she has your face drenched of her slick liquid and you moan from how hot that is, you slurp in every remaining wetness on her in the pretense of cleaning her up

when you look up at her, you felt dizzy from how ethereal she looks in that post orgasm glow, you thought she was the moon goddess herself. you gently rub circles on her thighs, both of you catching your breath

“so beautiful, love”

[zhongli-pot]

brain dizzy thinking about LAUMA

[cyberscribblings]

I think there’s a severe lack of Genshin Characters x Fatui reader.

Now I’m not talking Harbinger reader, I’m taking those grunts, those “what are they feeding the people in Sneshnaya,” Mirror maiden and Oprichniki Reader. Add on a subversion of expectations on top of that.

Now imagine someone from Nod Krai with an Oprichniki reader specifically. Let’s go with Lauma first.

Warning this is wordy and incredibly open ended.

She’d been on edge since you arrived in the area, large form and concealed features put her and many others on edge. But the animals are calm, the Rimehorn don’t tense when you walk past with heavy thumping steps, the Blunthorn Rhinos don’t charge you, Puffins don’t scatter, and yet she can’t get answers, to the animals your just the large person that comes through sometimes. what finally gets her attention and eventual answers are you and Chic Badgers. They roll happily over for your hands to scratch, reach up your legs to demand pets or food from you without fear. It’s with them she finds out how you’d freed one from a trap, and despite its dismay had tended to it wound and given it a piece of food before simply leaving. You hadn’t left them or harmed them, you simply aided them left them be, and of course word had traveled among the animals. While others were still weary the badgers loved you. You were warm, you give great pets with your large hands and didn’t get angry when they nabbed a piece or two of food from you.

After that, she’ll definitely be approaching you next time she sees you.