xavier is jealous and possessive, and he shoves you down onto his cock to cope
He is messier when he’s angry. His tongue pushes into your mouth, invading. There’s no precision or gentle guidance. He consumes you. He takes and takes and leaves his spit in return... around your mouth... down your chin.
“Tell me again,” he gasps between kisses.
“Xavier,” you answer with a whimper.
“Mm, that’s right.” He pulls back just enough to glide his thumb over your wet bottom lip. “Just me.”
“I didn’t—”
“I know, baby, I know,” he purrs. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m so mean taking it all out on you, hm?” You nod as he plays with your lip. “Mm, I know. Xavier is the worst…”
His next kiss is gentle, his lips ghosting over yours before he kisses where his thumb had been. An apology.
It’s you that chases him now, falling with him as he settles back into the couch cushions properly. His thighs are warm under you. The thin material of his lounge pants move freely as you squirm.
You can’t help moving as you kiss him; you couldn’t stay still if you tried. It’s your body asking for more. Greedy. Even with your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. Even with his warm, wet tongue in your mouth, your hips roll, desperate and eager.
“I didn’t—” you try again, cutting yourself off against his swollen lips. “I didn’t know.”
His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you away from his mouth just enough for him to look into your eyes. Then, slowly, his fingers lift to your lips… to trace them… to press against them… and then to breach. Two fingers pass your lips and fill your mouth, pressing against your tongue, keeping you quiet.
It had happened minutes earlier.
You couldn’t sleep, and so, like you often did, you’d slipped your underwear down your legs and thought of the man living just above you. You tried to be quiet. You were usually so good. But as your fingers slipped through the mess you made between your legs, you found yourself whining, whimpering… calling his name.
The slam of your front door closing had you bolting upright, quickly startled back to reality. Were you being loud? You’d looked to your open window. The one that led out to your balcony. Surely, not loud enough for him to hear…
But then Xavier fills in your doorway, dressed for bed, but looking uncharacteristically awake for the hour.
Oh.
You quickly discovered it was worse than you’d assumed. He’d lifted you from the bed, underwear around your ankles, and carried you out to the balcony.
With your legs around his waist, he’d told you what he’d heard. His name. Your desperate sounds. And then he’d told you what he’d seen.
Your neighbour.
On his own balcony.
The one next to yours.
Listening.
Listening to what was Xavier’s alone.
His fingers press a little against your tongue as you wiggle in his lap, slick pussy making a mess of his pants. “But he heard,” Xavier says. “He heard you… he heard the pretty sounds you make… while you had your little fingers all over what’s mine, hm?”
You nod with a small hum, unable to speak.
His fingers slide out a little, before pressing back inside. And again. A rhythm develops. One he keeps up with as he speaks, “I could’ve teleported to him. Could’ve pushed him over the railing before he heard another sound.” His clear blue eyes look grey in the dark apartment, lit only by the moon.
His words hold some of his usual softness, like he wasn’t talking about murdering your friendly (apparently voyeuristic) neighbour. Your teeth graze lightly against his fingers as they retreat and enter, retreat and enter. “They belong to me,” he continues. “The sounds you make…”
You nod.
“This mouth.”
Nod.
“Your cunt.”
Nod.
His fingers slip free of your lips and despite being given your voice back, you don’t speak. Instead, you lean against him, settling your face into the crook of his neck, lips against his warm skin. One soft kiss. You both breathe… heavy… waiting.
“You were thinking of me,” he says finally. It’s not a question.
You answer it anyway. “Yes,” you whisper.
He lifts your head, cradling your face in his palms.
“Only me?”
You nod quickly, eyes watery.
“My good girl…” Praise.
When you grind down into him again, he catches your hips. “Tell me what you want, hm?” Soft and kind.
“You,” you answer. It comes out with a little squeak at the end as you suck in a breath, holding back tears.
“Xavier?”
“Xavier.”
He holds you close as he stands, keeping your messy core pressed tight against him. You expect to be dropped onto a mattress. Instead, it’s cold glass that meets your back.
His lips find your neck, and he’s just as messy as he was with your mouth. He sucks and bites marks into your skin and laves his tongue over them in apology.
You have less control like this. You can’t grind down into him. You have to rely entirely on the way he rolls into you, pressing you against the cold, ceiling-to-floor pane.
By the time he’s finished with your neck, you’re whimpering his name in broken pleas.
“It’s okay,” he soothes, his own breathing uneven. “I’ll fill you now, baby. Xavier will fill you now.”
You think you say please. You’re babbling little broken words into his ear, clinging to him like he held your life in his hands, as he often had before.
Then his tip is prodding at your twitchy hole. You suck in shallow breaths as he teases. Breaching… just… retreating… “belongs to me”… “my drippy little thing”… he mutters as he prods, slips his tip around your messy entrance.
You’re both so slick now that a vulgar sound fills your ears… fills your head so completely that you imagine it slipping out into the dark night and filling the empty street too. You imagine him leaking against you, mixing his pre with your slick.
Then, without warning, he drops you down onto him, stuffing you so full so suddenly that you make a sound that MUST escape out your open balcony door. A sound that has him wrapping his arms around you and fucking you down onto himself like a toy... over and over and over.
“That’s it… that’s it, baby. Let him hear,” he pants into your neck. “Let him hear me breed my girl.”
His lips find yours again. And the way they move against you is almost embarrassing, even as he’s buried inside you against window on a clear, bright night. He’s clumsy and lazy, and the wet, messy noises sound a lot like when he’s lapping at your cunt.
The ceiling lights flicker as he shoves himself inside you again and again. He’s prettiest like this. Wild and claiming. Powerful. A little sweaty. Lips pink and swollen from devouring what had always belonged to him.
My headcanon for each of the guys nationalities 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 (ik that they're all chinese due to kads being a Chinese game but these are a few thoughts I've had based on their lore, my perception on them and just silly thoughts)
Xavier: british
now before lighting up the pitchforks to burn me at the stake for the diabolically basic awnser, hear me out (˘ŏ_ŏ)
The uk is one of the few relevant monarchies that's still semi functional and not reduced to a historical relic, xavier is the prince of a monarchy
I hear you, crowd that says isn't Denmark a constitutional monarchy as well? But i based the uk awnser more due to his second limited myth, king of darknight.
King of darknight xavier just gives me very Arthurian folklore vibes, from the story to the asthetics and even how that au xavier is voiced as.
Xavier doesn't know how to cook. Has he gotten better? Yeah. But if infold is still making that meme i can make it too (˶˃⤙˂˶) so there's a correlation with xavier not knowing how to cook and the british having very bland food.
Zayne : chinese
Zayne's the most Chinese fictional character I've seen in my life.
Also he has the MoF myth that's basically wuxia that just does it for me.
The man looks better in traditional Chinese clothes, his MoF fit, the wuxia au, and the Chinese new year fit just
(ᴗ_ ᴗ。) zayne's best look frfr
I haven't dabbled a lot in zayne lore so I'm just basing this mostly in my perception and bias to how well he looks in those fits (shallow, everyone boo!!)
Rafayel : italian and/or desi
I can't decide .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.
On one hand, he was raised in verona, had his schooling there. His art is influenced by western artists, the LSG concept has close ties to Poseidon.
A lot of the sea god's powers are tied to greek mythos, and the triadon that's lsg compainon weapon.
Desi Rafayel is also very vaild in my mind because lemuria, as an irl theory is based close to india geographically.
GoT and the mc companion fit have clear desi asthetics
Rafayel has had several fits also on the desi asthetics (I'm sorry that I'm calling them that but I'm not well educated enough to know exactly the name of his outfits, so if i ofend anyone sorry (˘ŏ_ŏ)(˘ŏ_ŏ))
Also desi rafayel being an arts kid and giving his mother a heart attack for pursuing the arts (if this was a no powers au is a headcanon i hold very close to my heart.)
But italian rafayel because of the other half of his vibes....😣😣
I also played around with the idea that goT & lsg rafayel were desi, rafayel died got reborn, he was born in the acropolis (dif location, hypothetically close to italy ) so in main story he'd be Italian...but that doesn't really sit well with me...sigh (ㅎᴗㅎ )...
Sylus : Romanian
Probably un unpopular opinion...
Romania is closely tied to dragons and vempire
Tec 2nd limited sylus is not a vempire, he does share a few traits with those including his vibes.
Dragon sylus and the myth has a lot of weaster depictions including Sylus's design that's why i excluded asian cuntries due to their depictions of dragons (at least from the myths I'm familiar with)
I hear you, crowd with pitchforks, Romanian dragons are much more similae to hydras, and vempires are only tied to Romania because of transylvania and the original dracula novel.
I raise you this, Balkan Sylus. (≧∇≦)
Either that, or Albanian Sylus. That man will be balkan by the end of the day in my heart because i find it funny.
Caleb: Chinese
The second most Chinese guy I've seen, his lore is closely tied to a lot of Chinese cultural beliefs, especially his dynamics with the mc. He also had his second myth which is heavily based with chinese folklore if I'm not wrong.
Caleb also looks really good in traditional chinese clothing. Idk what to say more ( ,,,’・~・’,,)
But i think Filipino caleb would also work, i just didn't mention it like in Rafayel's part because i don't have a lot of reasons behind Filipino Caleb, i just think it'd match. So it's a side note until i make actual reasoning behind that one.
If i have anything wrong (or sound like an asshole because of my very unserious tone) please feel free to tell me and I'll try to change it. This is meant for fun, as i also want to her everyones headcanons too (≧∇≦), or thoughts in general.