A munch of a man, and i mean a pussy drunk bastard of a man. You’d have to rip the hair out of his head to get him to detach from your pretty pussy. Genuinely can’t get enough of any of it.
The way your bed is soaked underneath you as he pulls out the nth orgasm of the night. His own hips roll against the bed, soaking his boxers as he grinds down against the bed. Your pleasure is his pleasure, hearing you cry, moan, whine, even sob out his name gets him going.
All you can hear is the noise of your heartbeat in your ears, your pathetic little whines and the noise of him lapping at your puffy clit. It’s almost painful, too much, you don’t think you can cum anymore.
And yet he still has his head buried in between your thighs, hot tongue lapping at your clit, sucking while his fingers burry themselves into your fluttering walls. Your pussy letting out the wettest noises from your many past orgasms.
It’s gross, it’s disgusting, in almost any other scenario you wouldn’t be just sitting here in your own body fluids but the grip this man has on you, you aren’t going anywhere. You knew from the moment his head disappeared between your legs, you knew you were screwed. Any plans of sleep or even just rest was thrown out the window.
It hurt, his tongue felt rough lapping between your folds, and each time, with each orgasm, it felt like it was his first time the way his tongue wandered through your pussy like it was mapping its way around for next time. Oh but he knew all your soft spots, all the ones that would push you closer and closer to your peak again and again.
“please- hah- no more.”
You whine out, fingers tugging at the strands on top of his head, your body slick with sweat. When you look down at him, you see his face absolutely drenched with your past orgasms, his hooded eyes peer up at you. Instead of answering verbally he shakes his head against your pussy, nose catching your clit making you let out a sob of pleasure.
Another orgasm building up, and you can’t believe it, how can he pull so much out of you. Yet his mouth doesn’t stop, nor does his fingers as you cum again over him. And when he finally stops, crawling up to face your twitchy body, he smiles a sadistic smile. His face covered with your cum, it’s borderline nasty, but you still kiss him back, letting him lick your own cum into your mouth.
It’s nasty, makes you squirm, and what’s worse is the feeling of his cock prodding at your puffy cunt, pushing into your overstimulated walls. Your whine doesn’t halt him, nor does the sting of your nails in his shoulders. Not when your pretty pussy and lips are begging for more.
Summary: Time has a way of turning ordinary moments into forever. Underneath drifting petals and the endless song of the sea, Elias who has spent years hiding behind laughter discovers that the simplest words are the hardest to say and to walk the rest of life's flowered path beside him.
⌯⌲ Pls listen to this song while you read: Old Long Since
The sea had always been honest, unlike people.
Its waves crashed against the cliffs without pretense, retreated without shame, and returned as though distance had never existed. Every tide was a confession, every breeze carried a truth no one dared to say aloud. Perhaps that was why Elias liked the ocean, it never wore a mask.
The balcony overlooking the beach had become yours long before either of you realized it. At first, it was accidental. A mission had ended nearby, one evening turned into another, another into a week. Weeks melted into months, months into years then suddenly, you couldn't remember a version of your life that didn't have Elias somewhere within it.
"You've become predictable." The voice arrived with the sea breeze. You looked over your shoulder and there he was, leaning lazily against the balcony doors. His white suit was immaculate despite the salty wind, every accessory catching streaks of sunlight. A bouquet rested against one arm, wrapped in deep sapphire ribbon. White hydrangeas mingled with purple pansy flowers, soft lavender blooms peeking between them.
"Elias."
He smiled enough to curl one corner of his lips. "There you are."
"I've been here."
"So you have."
He stepped beside you. The scent of the ocean mingled with his faint cologne and the fragrance of fresh blossoms. You weren't sure which scent you associated with him anymore, perhaps all of them. The wind brushed through his ash-brown hair, lifting the lighter-colored ends until they shimmered beneath the descending sun.
Beautiful. You'd thought so the first time you'd met him, you still thought so now even after years.
"You've been staring."
"So have you."
"Touche."
The corners of his eyes curved. "I was admiring my favorite view."
"The sea?"
"You."
Heat bloomed across your face. "...You say things like that so casually."
"I've had years of practice."
"It still sounds rehearsed."
"It is."
He answered so quickly that you blinked.
"...What?"
"I rehearse them."
"..."
"I simply happen to mean every word."
Your heartbeat betrayed you and it always did around him. You'd accompanied one another through impossible missions, fought anomalies together, patched each other's wounds countless times, spent sleepless nights organizing reports after exhausting expeditions, cooked together, fallen asleep over paperwork together and so on.
Life had become wonderfully ordinary and Elias had quietly become woven into every ordinary moment. You no longer noticed the change, you only noticed the comfort. There had been the slow, terrifying realization that the mask he wore for the world; the charming, untouchable, unreadable jester was not the face he wore for you, not anymore.
The silence settled comfortably, the sea filled every pause. Far below, waves shimmered beneath the light. Petals drifted lazily through the air from flowering vines climbing the nearby stone walls.
It’s spring. You wondered when spring had arrived. Hadn't winter ended yesterday? Time had become strange, it always did when happiness stopped asking permission.
"You know..." Elias rested his elbows against the railing. "I've been thinking, a dangerous hobby."
"It usually is for you."
"Hm."
He looked genuinely offended.
"I'd like to think my thoughts are elegant."
"No, they're suspicious."
"They're artistic."
"No, they're concerning."
"They're misunderstood."
"They're impossible to read."
At that, his smile lingered. "...Perhaps."
You glanced sideways for just a heartbeat, something changed. It was gone before you could understand it. His expression softened and the smile remained. Yet his eyes… looked impossibly far away like someone remembering another lifetime.
Most people misunderstood Elias, they thought he laughed because life amused him. You knew better, he laughed because silence was dangerous, because jokes redirected questions and riddles let him answer honestly without revealing anything.
Like the jesters in forgotten kingdoms where he could mock kings, reveal uncomfortable truths, make everyone laugh before anyone noticed he was lonely.
He had once told you, "If everyone is busy wondering whether I'm serious..."
"...they stop wondering how I really feel."
You hadn't forgotten and neither had he.
His laughter escaped softly. "I was hoping you'd grow tired of me eventually."
You turned fully toward him. "I don't think that's possible."
The words left before you thought about them, his laughter stopped. The breeze continued and waves crashed gently against stone.
Elias stared like he was searching your face for evidence you'd made a joke.
"...You're terrible."
"What?"
"You say dangerous things."
"I just answered honestly."
He looked away. "...That's unfair."
"Elias?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, the motion was oddly awkward and you frowned.
"You've been strange all day."
"Have I?"
"Yes."
"I've maintained my usual charm."
"You've forgotten to tease me three times. You almost walked into a door and you've sighed approximately-"
"You counted?"
"I was concerned."
He laughed warmly, the kind of laugh almost no one else heard.
"...You're frighteningly observant."
"I've spent years observing you."
"And that's exactly why I'm nervous."
You blinked. "Nervous?" Elias Pratt? Nervous? You had watched this man face monsters, charm people, confuse enemies, smile through disasters yet now, he looked embarrassed.
"...You're joking."
"I wish I were."
Then very slowly he reached inside his jacket, you watched curiously until a small simple velvet box appeared and your breathing stopped.
"...Elias?"
His ears were actually pink, the notorious gentleman, the unreadable jester, the man whose smile had fooled an entire academy couldn't meet your eyes.
"...I..." He laughed nervously. "I had a speech."
"You...?"
"I memorized it but I forgot all of it."
You had never seen him like this, ever. He scratched his cheek. "I even practiced… in front of a mirror… twice."
"..."
"Okay… seven times."
A tiny laugh escaped you before you could stop it. He sighed dramatically. "There it is."
"What?"
"You laughed."
His own small smile returned in tenderness. "I was hoping you would."
The wind caught his hair. For the first time since you'd known him, he looked less like a mysterious jester and more like an ordinary man hopelessly in love. "...I spent years wondering if I deserved to stand beside you." His voice had become quiet, gone was the playful rhythm, the riddles, the clever diversions and only honesty remained.
"I failed people."
The sea answered in gentle waves. "I failed Dionysia back then." His fingers tightened around the velvet box. "I failed myself."
You opened your mouth, he shook his head gently. "Please let me finish,"
"I kept smiling..." He smiled faintly. "That's what we do."
"I thought..." His eyes shimmered beneath the morning light. "...if I could keep everyone laughing… no one would notice how empty I felt."
The silence that followed wasn't painful, it was sacred. Then he looked at you, not through you, not around you but at you. "You ruined that."
You blinked. "...I did?"
"You looked." His voice trembled with quiet laughter. "You looked beneath the mask, you stayed."
"..."
"You made ordinary days feel extraordinary, you made missions feel like dates, you made paperwork tolerable."
"You made home..." His smile broke into something achingly genuine. "...without ever asking me to become someone else."
He slowly opened the velvet box, inside nestled against deep midnight fabric rested a delicate ring. Its silver band caught the rays of sunlight, a sapphire at its center reflecting the sea beyond the balcony. Simple, elegant and perfect. Elias inhaled once, twice then with cheeks dusted a color you'd never thought you'd see on him, he lowered himself onto one knee.
"...I spent so long hiding behind riddles." A sheepish laugh escaped him. "So allow me to be wonderfully terrible at speaking plainly just this once."
His slate-blue eyes met yours, unwavering and unmasked. "I love you." The words were astonishingly simple. No flourish, no metaphor, no joke, just the simple truth.
"I loved you yesterday, I love you now, I suspect I'll still love you when we're old enough to complain about our backs after tasks."
A watery laugh escaped you.
"So..." He swallowed. "...would you allow this former fool...this man who has spent years finding his way back to himself because of you...to spend the rest of his life walking the flowered path beside yours?"
The world seemed to hold its breath, petals drifted between you like blessings carried on the wind and for the first time since you had met Elias Pratt there was no mask and no performance. Only a man whose heart fluttered wildly, who had forgotten every polished speech he had rehearsed because the only words that mattered had already found their way to you.
NOTES:
⌯⌲ Pansy flowers means loving thoughts, remembrance of absent friends, free thinking, consideration, meditation, and even admiration.
⌯⌲ White hydrangeas mainly symbolize purity, grace, and abundance, alongside historical ties to vanity or sincere love.
⌯⌲ There are 2 music/songs that inspired me:
Flutters by Dabin (for the entire song)
Old Long Since by Hoyo-mix (BGM)
⌯⌲ Sorry I was out for a month or two, I was busy watching the FIFA World Cup, now I’m back!
⌯⌲ Ao3 vers.
- sorry for being dead for a while, i had a ugly writers block and it ruined my motivation to even want to post!1!1!☹️ writing elias was fun! s2 has been a ride so far and im dry heaving waiting for more sho HES KILLING ME SLOWLY !!!!!! anyways!!! i hope u guys enjoy it!!
- tho trying to be more talkative…. i want to make oomfs more huhu
You were, by all means, not someone who skipped class—especially a class you genuinely enjoyed—without a good reason. Usually, it was because the staff needed new paperwork for an upcoming mission. Anything else would have definitely earned you a lecture for skipping.
But leaving class because a certain fourth year was feeling… lonely?
“Elias… ahah…” A flustered laugh escaped you as you found yourself trapped in your current predicament with the ghoul.
“Hm? Is something the matter?” His voice rumbled softly behind you, sending a shiver down your spine as the warmth of his body pressed a little closer.
Earlier that day, Elias had texted you in the middle of class.
Emergency. Could you come to my room ASAP?
It sounded innocent enough, you supposed.
Well—not entirely innocent, considering who it came from. Still, if he truly needed you, maybe something had happened with Shion. Maybe he was sick. Maybe something was wrong.
You hadn’t given yourself much time to consider the possibilities. Just to be safe, you stopped by the general store to pick up some tea and medicine. Thankfully, Dionysia was on the way, and hopefully Elias wouldn’t be too far gone by the time you reached his door.
And after a quick knock and hearing his approval to enter, you stepped inside.
…Only to discover that he was perfectly fine. More than fine, actually.
He sat comfortably in his chair with a cup of his usual dark roast coffee in hand, casually beckoning you closer. The moment he set the cup down and stood to greet you, however, it felt as though you’d already fallen into his trap.
“You’re just… closer than usual today,” you murmured, instinctively avoiding his gaze. Something about the glint in his dark blue eyes only made your face feel warmer.
“Isn’t this what dear lovers do?” he whispered, his lips brushing near your ear. “Bask in each other’s warmth?” His arms tightened around your waist as he spoke.
“!! I thought you were sick. What’s going on?” you pouted, and there it was, the expression you’d always make when he was in trouble — he loved it. “I even brought you medicine…”
That earned you one of those closed eye smiles you could never resist. Unfortunately, he looked beautiful when he smiled like that. Especially this close.
“Is it so terrible to crave my lover’s attention?” he asked dramatically. “You wound me, my love.”
“That’s not—wah?!” A yelp escaped you as you suddenly found yourself lifted off the ground. Before you knew it, he was carrying you toward the bed.
“Elias…!” You pushed against his chest as if it would get you anywhere. Ghoul strength, right?
A small yawn escaped him.
“Mmhm?” he hummed. “Won’t you nap with me? I’m quite tired this afternoon from working so hard.”
“You’re impossible…” you groaned as he carefully lowered you onto the sheets, your legs already beginning to intertwine with his. Though, you couldn’t lie to yourself, it was surprisingly comfortable. “You just had coffee. How can you be tired?”
Elias hummed, exhaling softly beside your ear.
“It seems your presence has made me drowsy once again.” The man chuckled when he heard the soft yawn that escaped your mouth, tilting his head just enough to bury his face against your neck.
You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. True or not, matching the rhythm of his breathing had already made you forget about class altogether—something that would definitely come back to bite you later.
For now, though, you supposed you could rest with him.
Idea/summary:The MC/reader is foreign and knows just enough Japanese to express basic ideas (almost A2 level).
-> Vagastrom & Frostheim house
Part 2
✋️ obviously, this is not canon. Just a scenario idea
Kamurai Jin
Likely knows the most common or widely spoken languages (English, Spanish, French, or Mandarin).
If you speak English, communication will be easier.
I imagine he would correct you if you spoke or wrote something incorrectly — not in a bad intention, more to help you, even if his advice might come off a bit rough.
If he doesn’t know your language, he’ll probably study at least the basics (like greetings and essential vocabulary).
He wouldn’t tell you directly that he’s studying it; instead, he’d casually drop a greeting or word in your language during a random moment, leaving you confused and surprised (which he will enjoy).
He’d notice from your pronunciation and limited vocabulary after a few minutes that you weren’t raised in Japan.
He’d search how to say “servant” in your language and start calling you by that lol
Tohma Ishibashi
Like Jin, he’s likely fluent or knowledgeable in widely spoken languages.
It’s very possible he already knows how to speak or at least understand yours.
If he doesn’t, he might take some time in his free moments to learn basic vocabulary if he deems it necessary.
He’d give you advice on pronunciation or correct your mistakes like a teacher —elegantly, without making you feel stupid. (At least, you do not feel like it even with his tone) But he wouldn’t constantly correct you in every conversation.
"I think you meant to say *blah blah*, Mc.”
“Oh, right. Thanks, Tohma.”
"^^"
I imagine he’d be one of the firsts to get your name’s pronunciation right after hearing it only once.
He’d know from your first conversation that you’re not from Japan.
Lucas Errant
He wouldn’t realize you’re foreign unless you told him. At most, he’d think your way of speaking is peculiar
He’d probably get confused if you made an obvious mistake in Japanese. Did he study wrong? Or is this an informal or casual way of speaking?
He’d be happy to find out you’re also foreign! Same situation! Foreign buddies? Maybe you two should schedule study sessions together (You two will)
Being polite and kind boy that he is, he’d definitely learn your language alongside Japanese, from basic greetings to intermediate topics.
He’d ask if he’s pronouncing your name correctly (and would probably be disappointed if you suggested a nickname to make it easier for him)
If you speak English, it would make things easier for both of you, but he’d still practice other languages with you (Japanese and yours, if it's different)
He’d probably greet you in your language every time he sees you.
Kaito Fuji
He wouldn’t realize you’re foreign at first (since you wore a veil and spoke very little —he assumed you were shy).
He’d only find out when you apologized for mispronouncing something and mentioned you’re still learning. Wait, what? You’re learning? That means... you’re not from here, right?
He’d sign up for a (possibly free) course in your language and definitely let YOU KNOW ABOUT IT! (because his surprise attempt failed)
Kaito doesn’t seem like someone who knows other languages, maybe just the basics of a few(?). If he doesn’t know, you’d definitely trigger his interest in studying one.
You’d help him with your language, and he’d help you with Japanese. Another study date! And another excuse to talk to you!! Great!
He’d try a different greeting in your language every time he sees you
He’d download an app like Duolingo and keep asking if his pronunciation is correct
He’d mispronounce your name several times, but somehow learn it quickly after that
The first thing he’d write in your language would be your name
He’d be very patient with your mistakes
“It’s fine, Honor Student! Even I don’t know how to write that. I got a D in grammar class last week.”
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Leo Kurosaki
It would only take him a few minutes to figure it out (at first, he’d just think you’re weird or dumb), but some pronunciation errors would help him connect the dots.
Yes, he’d make you feel like the dumbest person alive if you made a mistake.
You’re now an easy target for his intern jokes.
He’d correct you in the most blunt way possible. “You don’t even know this? How the hell do you come to another country without knowing something as basic as this?”
He’d learn a bit of your language just to annoy you or say “my love” to post on his socials (with a picture of you).
He knows how to pronounce your name but would deliberately mess it up or give you a derogatory nickname to tease you.
However, you’d know he studied at least a little when, during a mission, Alan said something that confused you, and Leo used a synonym in your language to clarify.
Besides, Google Translate exists (not that he’d bother to use it to talk to you)
Sho Haizono
He’d notice after a few interactions.
He wouldn’t exactly correct grammar errors, but he might address specific word misuses. For example, he’d correct how you used a specific word.
But wouldn’t harp on every mistake — and if he does, only in private (probably in a tease tone)
He’d know the basics of greetings.
If there’s a term similar to “senpai” in your language, he’d use it.
Oddly, I imagine him asking to you how to say an ingredient he’s using.
If he saw you eating something from another place, he’d look up how to say “traitor”/"cheater" in your language. When you came near his foodtruck, he’d jokingly ask what a “traitor” wanted there —or write “No traitors allowed” in your language to make sure you know it was directed at you. (He’s just joking... I hope.)
If he found a recipe online in your language, he’d ask you to translate it for him (he doesn’t trust Google Translate — one mistake can mess up all the flavor)
Todoroki/Alan Mido
He wouldn’t know until you told him or heard it from Leo. He’d just assume you’re not good with words.
He’d rarely correct you — if he understands, there’s no need. If not, he’d ask you to repeat or gesture.
He’d directly ask you how to say greetings or phrases in your language (he wouldn’t know how to sign up for a course or use a language app)
It wouldn’t take long for him to pronounce your name correctly.
He wouldn’t mock your pronunciation—he’d find it kind of cute.
He’d probably see Leo using an app like Duolingo and try to figure out how to say things from listening to it.
