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WHAT FALLING IN LOVE FEELS LIKE 01

Genshin Impact . . Aether, Lumine, Amber, Jean Gunnhildr, Kaeya Alberich, Lisa Minci, Venti, Diluc Ragnvindr

And what it entails.

gender neutral, implied/nsfw snippet, degradation/name-calling, yandere undertones, their personality coincides with selfishness in their eyes! series

AETHER

“[Name], ready to head out?”

Even as a newly found friend of his, he still feels close enough to talk casually. No need for formalities, unless, you preferred to keep it such way. Calling you by a surname feels too distant, like your friendship is based on business only, like it’s fake. That’s not how future travel buddies should refer to each other, not with that barrier lodged between them making them even more separate as time went on. Aether remains friendly without revealing too much. He doesn’t want to scare you, not this early in the relationship. The adventure has only just begun, and he cannot wait to get to know you on an intimate level.

How intimate, you ask? Find out. Either way, he’ll do anything to have you at his calloused hands.

“Babe, goodness. You’re so cute.”

The moment you are declared his, he’ll be overwhelmingly affectionate. His words, his touch, everything. Pet names are but a small measure of his love for you, quite common among lovesick couples. Cringe and whine all you want, nothing could stop him from showing his undying affinity for you. A strong arm circled around your waist, pulling you in closer to nuzzle the two of your heads together after a long battle, sweat grazing your faces. He feels wonderful with you encased in his arms, like you’re a source of abundant energy, recharging drained batteries in order for him to continue this treacherous journey to (a bitter) reunion, and self-improvement.

“Come here.”

Play time is over.

You’ve never seen Aether this intimidating. He’s been so laidback these past couple months together, and if a situation ever calls of trouble, he’d always motion over a teammate to escort you somewhere a little farther down the path for safety. The true reason? Well, he doesn’t want you to see his ... unorthodox side. Not yet. A cruel, monstrous part of him that’ll eventually take over all of him after conquering statue after statue. When he orders you to stroll over and place yourself onto his lap willingly - sticking his tongue all the way down your throat - you will do so.

Bend; Break; Suffer.

All in the name of love.

LUMINE

“[Surname], what are you surmising..?”

Her manner of speech is beyond listless and unbearably frigid to handle, but you preserve through it with an open mind. Maybe it’s your understanding of her reclusiveness: not sure whether to open up, show strangers any signs of weakness, let them in on your weakened heart. People tend to process that information, and use it to their advantage. They take your trust for granted, then proceed to crush it in their hands, their grimy, gnarly hands. There is such thing as trust issues, so she’ll stay true to herself only in fear of betrayal. You will be referred by your surname respectfully, a way to not feel close, familiar.

Lumine never intended on getting personal with anyone, but when did plans ever go smoothly?

”[Name]... you’re here.”

Lumine calling you by your first name is a pleasant surprise. Really. Takes you by shock the moment she murmurs it timidly one afternoon, wanting to eat her words the moment a broad smile stretches across your face. It’s only fair now that you made a noticeable change in her life. Take responsibility and lead the path that you’d unknowingly caved. She’s a little intimidated by this outcome, scared of what’s to come, but with you firmly placed at her side, anything can be conquered.

A recently thawed heart, for example.

”Agh... Mmm, please... M-More?“

Intimacy is strange, scary even.

Lumine’s body trembles beautifully in pure moonlight. Spilling from window panes, bouncing off empty, bleak walls. Sharp fingernails digging into thin sheets and palms, trying to rub herself unknowingly against your hand and being denied the foreign pleasure causes her to whimper out in frustration. Reluctant, weak pleads and messy drool spill from her swollen lips.

She’s begging.

A vulnerable sight as rare as earning her trust. Lumine hardly shows signs of weakness, for her to openly display submissiveness is shocking, and might one add, a massive turn on. Maybe this was payback for keeping you waiting for so, so long.

But what are grudges when she is yours and you are hers?

A love story, and it will have a happy ending.

AMBER

“Oh, didn’t see ya there, outsider! My bad! What’s the big rush?”

Besides the awkward meeting, you two kick it off quite well. When being called an outsider, she truly doesn’t mean that in a negative light, but as a standalone fact. You are not from this land, after all. She’s gotten so used to calling you that for so long, anything else doesn’t seem to roll off her tongue quite right. Anyone that makes a negative comment regarding this will have to face justice itself, Amber and her scuffed bow and clumsily-made arrows!

No, really, when did their opinions matter?

“[Name], I knew ya had it in ya, sweetheart! T’is calls for a celebration. Cheers to ya!”

Wouldn’t it make sense if you two were on a first name basis? You’re now in an established relationship, the old nickname wouldn’t really hold up well. People would think you two are simply strangers which is far from the truth and she figures it’s about time to take a step forward by smothering you in cute, honey-laced nicknames! Don’t get her wrong, ‘outsider’ won’t be abandoned so easily - that’s just something that’ll probably come out arbitrarily, on a whim, forever a habit.

Call her a pet name back and she’ll be the giddiest Outrider in Teyvat.

“You’re quite experienced at this, a-aren’t ya? Not thatsa bad thing but... B-Barbatos. M’ blushing a bit, if not a lot thinkin’ back on it..”

Nothing can shake Amber off her feet. Well, most things, and that certainly does not include you making her an unraveled mess under you, gasping for air like a starved man. Such sessions never fail to remind her of how merciless one can truly be when they deem it necessary. Ah, but do not worry, your surprising boldness in bed is interesting - attractive.

She’ll take what is offered: the pleasure, the pain, anything.

It’s you that loves.

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“We truly appreciate your help, honorary knight. Allow me to officially thank you on Mondstadt’s behalf. Is there anything we can do to repay such spared kindness?”

Unfortunately, there is no time to ‘get to know’ you. Her duty takes up a huge portion of her time. As much as she wants to hold a grand welcome party for you - there are still stacks of paperwork waiting to be completed at the headquarters, piling away as days pass by. A day cannot go without haste. Surely a chance will arrive when Jean is allowed to properly rest, for once. Comes hardly, but it’s there.

She’ll await for an opportunity - patience rivaling a Saint’s. When that time arrives, it’ll be spent on you.

Promise.

”[Name], would you.. mind joining me for a walk? I won’t keep you for too long… Time is precious, after all.”

She’s calmed down a little on work ethic. Still driven to a strenuous degree - although one can argue that it’s so much better than ignoring the tell-tale signs of her own stress and fainting. This allows her closest companions to deal with the selfishly selfless behavior most of the time. One can get caught up in their passion, too caught up when their focus dead sets on the objective, and not everything around it.

Good thing you are here as a firm reminder, telling her that she needs to cherish herself the most at the end of a day; to stop putting others before her. Jean is of much worth than she treats and thinks of herself.

You’ll say it everyday.

“P-please don’t look at me that way. I know... I am unfitting of a Dandelion Knight right now.”

She’s never seen herself so... frail before. When you make her strip down for a promiscuous show, keeping the lacy white undergarments and thigh-high garter stockings on to save her further embarrassment (for now), Jean’s face burns a thousand suns. The future of Mondstadt rests on her reliable shoulders. Here she was flaunting around in such an indecent outfit - if it can even be called one with so much skin exposed; your lust-heavy eyes fixated, drinking it all in.

.. Dandelions.

She thinks of them dearly in this nerve wrecking moment, wanting to become one, wanting to be blown away by the refreshing wind with escape in mind. But no, you’ll pull her down abruptly by the arm, finding her glossy lips locked with yours.

Your love is suffocating.

LISA MINCI

“Well, aren’t you a cutie.”

An innocent nickname. A flattering compliment. Hearing it should make someone’s day, but Lisa murmuring saccharine against your sensitive ears makes it all the more insulting. Visibly unnerved every time that pet name leaves her sinful lips, baring a small scowl refusing to return an answer. Not that it bothers her. Reminds one of a stray cat caught up in a daunting town, makes the promiscuous witch want to mess with you even more, challenging that daring nature.

That is your weakness.

“Little rose, as much as I adore you, the library rules apply to you too.”

This time she seems genuine in her displays of affection. Still intolerably flirtatious per usual, but there’s a certain softness to it that makes you quell up. In fear, in admiration, in love - Lisa doesn’t give you enough room to process these feelings properly. She attacks head on, peppering her cutie in breathtaking kisses, head-to-toe, anything that leaves you angrily flustered. Agitation radiating off you spurs on her inner trickster, a school girl picking on her crush.

Now now, this doesn’t make you safe from her devious antics. If anything, you’re prone.

“Such a cutie choking on your Mistress’s fingers... Yes, you’re my cutie.. Clean it all off.”

Lazy Lisa; indisputable title. She chose to be a simple librarian at the end of the day for the leisurely pace and serene environment. A perfect place to doze off after hours of stillness. Free of noise, and annoying distraction - that is, when visitors actually follow the rules enforced. She’ll see to it.

This is where it all changes.

Your sore knees glued to the wooden floor with her misleadingly pretty fingers - covered in your own mess - shoved hastily into your mouth, swirling it all around your tongue so you can taste how much of a slut you are.

Obedience is also a nice look on you, love.

KAEYA ALBERICH

“[Nickname], shall we have a drink? Consider it my treat.”

Some made up name that surely annoys the living daylights out of you. He likes those the best. You’re not particularly close, acquaintances at best, but Kaeya strives to close that gap even more in time. Hard to pass such an offer when you aren’t bright at all to their ‘customs’ making it easy to manipulate the playground that is your weak mind. It’s too fun to not toy with!

A pretty plaything, to keep him amused.

Perhaps one that can even be his.

”Hm? You want a kiss, from me?”

Not much changes once confessions have been exchanged, tying you down to him permanently. Only that Kaeya is incessantly annoying, as usual, wanting to get under your skin through any means necessary. Overbearing affection: the type that leaves you squirming in his tightening grasp; the type that leaves you gasping for air after an aggressive kiss - of teeth and tongue; the type that has you wondering if love was supposed to be this scary.

You should be used to it by now..

And are you?

“Go on. You wanted this for a while now.”

You’re so used to being called sweet things, and sweet things only. For him to suddenly spit venom down onto your pink tongue, forcing you to swallow every agonizing drop with his focus dead set on your squeezable throat scares you. He’s a tease, a little mean, but one who takes the time to make checks to see if the joke has gone far too long.

A vice-like grip on your chin, tightening the more you dare move. Kaeya purrs, not lessening the aggressive hold until you swallow a glob of spit he’d lovingly bestow you.

A gift of love you shouldn’t reject.

VENTI

”[Name]... Uncommon, foreign, rolls off the tongue smoothly, like fine wine... I like you already!”

You’re interesting. Not of their world which explains the use of all elements without the bother of a flimsy vision, blessed by picky Archons. An unsuspecting hero has resurfaced, finding themselves lost here of all places. Curious! Isn’t this another song to repose? Another story to write to a catchy melody - performing for thousands of generations down the line. The potential is abundant and he does not waste any time to lose the opportunity to familiarize himself with the subject in mind.

”Fancy seeing you here, Cecilia. Care to listen to a tune or more?”

Attachment is a curse.

He’s learned this over the course of a millennium, few would understand. Straying leisurely around a hospital town busking in Mondstadt, home - for a dozen glasses full of expensive alcohol. Intoxicated and mindless, not having a jumbled up mind drift off to a past full of fallen friends.

You get close, too close, and they disappear.

It’s immortality that separates Archons and humans apart. They’re not meant to be, they never will be, but Venti finds himself at the same spot, eagerly awaiting for your arrival.

”Let me take care of you.”

His youthful demeanor traps unsuspecting people.

A charade he plays consistently, the careless bard who wanders aimlessly; people’s guards are let down onto the stony ground. Venti could be considered annoying, but poses not a threat. To them, maybe. And to you, well, you know much better now, at his disposal as he crawls on top of you agonizingly slow, an innocent smile gracing those sinful lips, just to devour you with them.

It’s love, He reckons.

DILUC RAGNVINDR

“Traveler. This is no time to be fooling around.”

A good amount of distance is wedged in between you two. He has no intentions of getting personal and up close with some random outsider out of all people. Not out of dislike, but out of necessary precaution. Chances are you aren’t going to remain here in Mondstadt. What traveler settles in one region? None. Everyone leaves, and you aren’t going to be any different.

He’ll remind himself this in spite.

People come and go. Don’t get attached.

“Your efforts weren’t in vain. Don’t lose heart.”

You’re not just an associate of his, but a trusted ally now. A lover to be more specific. Strange considering all those original doubts stemmed from your background and objectives, had he went back betraying his own words.

Because of this, Diluc faces a hardening problem.

Eventually, you’ll flee. You won’t remain in Teyvat forever, you have your troubled sibling to pursue after - a set home to return to, bounded to another universe - one he definitely isn’t a part of, but apart.

He does not like that.

“You’re staying here, with me.”

A bit of force is necessary in a relationship.

For stubborn brats that is, who still haven’t received the message. Diluc hates repeating words, hates hurting you - without reason. He wants to show how much adoration he has in store, but you’re not letting him with dissonance and the distance of it.

And that is okay, a damning solution comes to light.

Fucking you harshly into the mattress with your legs bent over your chest, until you suffer multiple orgasms; until you are filled and covered with his cum; until he is sure you won’t even think of leaving him.

He loves you that much.

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