#selflessness and devotion are my kinks fr

[thehayakawas]

something so painfully romantic about aki taking it upon himself to wear gloves and cover up instead of making angel do it

[frankcastlescumslut]

On the Sea - Chapter Two: Possibilities

You had only seriously considered the prospect of marriage once before. The engagement had been somewhat expected, but you were surprised at how easy it was to say ‘yes’. That was nearly four years ago, though, and you convinced yourself that you would never allow yourself to experience that pain again.

Except now a man is on his knees in front of you. You’re welcoming the intimacy. You’re enjoying being loved again. You’re enjoying loving someone again.

The Universe must be a sadist, you think as his lips press against your lower belly, waking the green dragon.

Synopsis: Frank and Honey explore the prospects of their relationship and what the future could entail while avoiding skeletons in the closet.

Warnings: SMUT!!! minors DNI, oral (fem receiving), rimming (fem receiving) unprotected p in v, some anal (fem receiving, just a finger lol), praise kink, breeding, alcohol consumption, fluff, angst!

A/N: HEY LOL! we’re making way into the thick of it……. I love their

dynamic so much, they’re just like me fr!! crazy!! I’m so excited for this to unfold mwahaha. ALSO. READER IS REFERRED TO AS “Honey” BUT THIS IS STILL SELF INSERT.

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“That George is somethin’.” He laughs behind the large box, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of you in front of him. 

“Tell me about it!” You huff. “Told you he’s a know it all.” Your laugh is melodic as you approach your vehicles, grunting as you drop the box of art supplies on the ground. 

“You’d make a wonderful mom, y’know. T’s like you’re a natural or somethin’.” He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

The green dragon stretches its wings at his observation. That familiar emptiness that burrows within your chest widens and threatens to swallow you whole. It’s not his fault, you remind yourself. He doesn’t know. 

You collect yourself by inhaling deeply. A hesitant smile makes its way to your lips as you watch Frank cluelessly dig through the purse attached to his shoulder in search of your keys, his face visibly relaxing when he finds them, and unlocks the car with a beep. He balances the boxes on the floor and backseat, careful not to obstruct the view from your mirrors, and jumps in surprise as you land a smack to his backside. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t help myself.” you tease him with his own line from hours before. 

Hands press against your face, squishing your cheeks ever so slightly and you’re suddenly crashing into him. The kiss takes you by surprise; it’s desperate, as if you were away for months and just returned home, unsure if you would have another opportunity to express your affections again.

Fingers gently scratch at your scalp, dragging you further into him, his nose pressing against your own. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to submit to the affection- your own hands cradling his jaw with fingers resting on his cheeks.

Something clicks, finally, and you melt into him with a sigh of relief. The hints of doubt that clouded your subconscious, wondering if you were allowed this happiness, if you were deserving of such a selfless and fierce love, dissipated as he clung to you in desperation. He acts as if he was starving- chasing your lips and grabbing at your hips to pull you closer, eager for any ounce of you.

He acts as if you were an ebb current- like you would recede into the vast body of water if his grasp loosened.  

You moan into him as his neediness and devotion to you pacifies the green dragon.

The kiss is cut short as a group of strangers pass by, cheering at your very public display of affection. Frank can’t help but smile and shout back at the anonymous support- he is proud to be seen with you. The blush blossoms to your neck and ears as you smile and shield your face out of bashfulness.

“I’ll see you at home,” he presses a chaste kiss to your burning cheek before opening your door and ushering you into the car. He would buckle you in if he could, but you swat him away playfully. 

“Drive safe, I love you.” the door closes before you have a chance to say it back. 

You manage to beat him to the apartment, surprisingly. He typically complains at the way you follow the speed limit or grumbles when you let pedestrians cross the street, they’ll stop eventually, but you weren’t complaining at the opportunity to decompress in private. Cabinet doors squeak as you pull a wine glass from its hiding place, quick to fill it with whatever bottle was closest to you. Its bitter taste coats your tongue and you relish in the familiar flavor, closing your eyes as you lean into the counter. 

Sun filters through the open windows, engulfing the room in warm flames. Your eyes squint automatically as the light reflects off of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. The glass of wine rests in your hand as you travel to the sparkling photo- it’s one of your favorites.

Frank is smiling back at you as you approach the wall. Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder, unable to contain your laughter as he sports a Santa hat- it was your first Christmas together. 

The cardboard boxes of your limited belongings were pushed to the corner, and the tree sparkled with cheap lights, but you were happy. There were few presents, but it didn’t matter- neither of you were exactly great at receiving anything, but you were exceptional at giving everything. 

Your gaze moves to another framed picture. This one is your favorite.

The sun was setting in Central Park, a shadow cast across your bodies. He looked huge compared to you, or maybe it was the way your bodies practically melted into one another as you rested against him, head on his shoulder, and his head rested on yours. The invisible coffee in your hands provided some warmth, but nothing compared to what his presence provided. No words were spoken as you sat and watched the sunset together. Central Park became something entirely new for you that day. 

Plenty of people surrounded you: stragglers, families, friends, but it didn’t matter- in that moment, it was just the two of you. There was nothing to say- there weren’t words that could adequately describe how right it felt to be with one another. You think the stranger that took the picture probably knew it, too. It was something out of a movie, a highly respected romance novel, a fairytale- and that’s what it was like to be loved by Frank. 

Your fingertips rest against the frame, mindlessly tracing the backs of your figures.

“I like that one, too.” 

Your heart stops in your chest as his voice fills the room, completely unaware of his arrival. 

“Jesus, Frank!” you bend in half, careful not to spill your wine. “God, you can’t do that to me!” You laugh together as you manually restart your heart and force yourself to catch your breath before turning to him with a playful scowl. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He shuffles backwards as you lazily push him with your free hand. 

“Say it like you mean it.” Your hand meets his sturdy chest, and he inches closer to the couch. 

“I am sorry for scaring you,” the back of his knees hit the couch and he falls against the cushions, carefully holding onto your waist as you fall against him.

“I didn’t mean to.” You straddle him and take a sip of your drink with a raised brow, not exactly believing the sincerity of his apology. 

His hands trace against your frame and land on the curve of your hips, fingers slightly digging into the skin as he watches your face for a reaction. You reply by pressing yourself into him, chest nearly suffocating him, as you place the empty wineglass onto the side table. It surprised you when he gently pushed you away to cradle your face. 

Brown eyes find yours and you don’t shy under his gentle stare. It was that look- that look that communicated everything that words failed to- that stitched your heart back together.

It’s quiet as you relax into the private moment, and for once, you admit the idea of marriage doesn’t scare you. 

“Not yet, huh?” you whisper as the wine controls your tongue, but you don’t fight it. Your eyes crinkle with honesty. 

“Not yet.” He’s surprised that you’re initiating this conversation, must be the wine, but a smile seals his sincerity.

Your fingers rest against his face- thumb gently caressing his cheek and tapping three times as a silent ‘I love you’- and your lips brush over his, lingering, as if asking for permission. He closes the space, melting his lips to yours.

Remnants of wine mix into the kiss as you trace his bottom lip with your tongue in pursuit of more. He allows you access and pulls you closer to him, your core consequently grinding into his waist- you attempt to stifle a moan at the friction. Foreheads meet as you deepen the kiss With closed eyes and heavy breaths, your hips moving on their own accord, chasing the familiar pleasure. He notices your subtle movements and tightens his grip, dragging you against him. You breathe into his open mouth as your core receives attention, allowing yourself to moan as he bites at your bottom lip. 

Your head falls back in invitation as Frank’s lips meet your neck. He places wet, open mouth kisses against your jugular before gently sucking at the delicate skin, eliciting sweet moans from you. Your knuckles whiten as you hold on to him, the fabric of his jacket tugging against his broad shoulders. You catch a glimpse of his face as he attempts to rip his jacket off, not being able to contain the laugh as he contorts in frustration, hands getting stuck in the sleeve. 

His face drops slightly as you push yourself off of him and stand between his legs- it’s pitiful, really. The fabric of your dress ruffles as it’s lifted over your head and falls into his lap. Goosebumps litter your skin as you adjust to the temperature.

“C’mon,” you hold a hand out to him. “Come, take a shower with me.” 

He towers over you as he stands immediately, not failing to enjoy the way your chest looks from the angle. Your hand is small in comparison to his as you lead him to the bathroom.

Stucco chills your back as you’re suddenly pinned against the wall. Frank’s hands roam over your frame, and you laugh into his mouth as you’re pressed against the wall in his desperation. Lips stay connected to your throat as your bra is unclipped and off of your shoulders in one swift motion. You push him away playfully and continue to saunter towards the bathroom.

The water runs hot and steam quickly billows from the glass walls, filling the small room as you adjust the temperature. 

A gasp fills the air as you find yourself pressed into the glass door, underwear is yanked to your ankles, and a tongue quickly locates your bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Frank,” you attempt to look for him, but fail- your head falls against the door as his lips wrap around your clit, his muscular arm remaining in the middle of your back. 

He moans at the way you push against the shower in order to press your core against his face for more, causing your legs to shake in the process. 

“Please- please don’t stop.” fog blows against the glass. 

Your arousal coats his tongue as he laps at your wetness. His hands grab and knead at your ass before spreading you apart even further. The flat of his tongue drags from your sensitive clit to your puckered hole, and he moans into you.

“Oh my God, fuck, baby. Just like that,” the unfamiliar sensation causes your eyes to flutter shut and you shiver as he moans into you. 

With one hand holding onto your plump flesh, he snakes the other around your body to rub your clit in circles, drawing moans out of you in the process. He collects a wad of saliva before quickly spitting it across your holes, entranced as it drips down your soaked cunt. His tongue traces and flicks the ring of muscle. You groan and press yourself further down; the pleasure rippling through your body becomes overwhelming.

“That feel good, baby?” He pulls away to gauge your reaction. Your cheek and palms press against the shower door and your eyes shut close while you nod your head.

“So fucking good, baby.” your face scrunches together as he trails his fingers through your wet folds, running from your clit to your tight hole.

“Yeah? You like it when I kiss that pretty asshole, huh? You like being my dirty girl?” He doesn’t wait for your answer before diving back into your dripping cunt with a finger pressed against your hole. 

“Yes! Love being your dirty girl” you moan into the glass as he continues to drag his tongue against all of you, his hands holding onto your waist as he holds you against his face, a thumb disappearing into your tightness. 

“‘M gonna cum, please, ‘m so close,” your mouth slacks as the pleasure begins to pulse in your belly. Frank moans beneath you as your thighs clench, desperate to hold yourself up. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum on my face.”

Your body obeys him and your orgasm crashes over you. His tongue remains attached to your pussy as you grind your clit against him, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible. You moan in unison as he sucks against your folds, eager to catch every drop of your arousal.

“Frank,” you whimper as you watch him suck his thumb. Your legs nearly give out as you press your back against the glass.

The kiss is nasty, sloppy, and not enough. Your tongues swirl in each other's mouths and you moan at the taste. He grinds himself into you as your wandering hand finds his hard length through his pants.

“Fuck me.” you mumble into his mouth and he laughs as he pulls back, exerting extreme self-control, even for him. 

“Not yet. Let’s take a shower.” His grin is wicked as he opens the shower door, ushering you to get in. 

The water feels cool against your skin even though it’s nearly on the hottest setting. Steam practically swallows you as you stand defeated underneath the stream, your thighs still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You watch as his blurry figure undresses and enters the small space- you nearly drool at the sight of him, and he can only manage to smirk at your eagerness. 

You bypass a kiss and attempt to fall to your knees, but he catches you by the arms before you make it. 

“Nuh uh,” he tsks. “We’re taking a shower.” A shit eating grin is plastered to his face as he steps around you and underneath the running water, his hair falling flat under the current.

“Frankie,” you whine as you watch the way the water rolls over his muscles. 

“Frankie, that’s not fair.” goosebumps spring against your skin at the temperature change and Frank notices the way you slightly shiver.

“C’mere, you’re cold.” he grabs your shoulders and brings you closer to him, admiring the way the drops of water highlight your breasts. 

“You can warm me up.” You pout at the lack of attention your core is getting and how his length is pressing against your thigh. 

“Yeah?” He moves around you, out of the water, and lathers up his hands with shampoo. 

            “How do you suggest I do that?” he runs his hands through his hair. 

“You can fuck me.” 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty pussy?” you clench around nothing and nod. 

He inches towards you and your heart beats faster in anticipation before breaking as he nudges you out of the way so that he can rinse the shampoo. 

“Use your words, princess.” His eyes are closed as he leans his head back, the suds cascading down his back. He looks beautiful.

“Please fuck me.” you whimper in defeat. You look pitiful. 

He takes pity on you as he grabs your face with one hand and cups your aching cunt, gasping at how wet you already were. 

“Look at that.” your eyes cross as he looks at you condescendingly.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to fuck this tight little pussy?” he captures your moan in his mouth as he presses two finger into you, struggling to multitask as he supports your limp body. You nod at him as he hooks his finger into just the right spot. 

“Please, please, Frank,” you whine into him as you thrust your hips against him.

Your palms land against the shower wall as he turns you around, chest pressing into the cool tile, legs separating as he nudges the insides of your knees. The tip of his heavy member rubs against your wet folds, tapping at your sensitive clit a few times, before plunging into you without warning.

His chest catches your head as it’s thrown back in response to the sudden fullness, arm hooking around your waist and hand splaying in the center of your chest. Your earlobe is tucked between his teeth as he thrust into you.

“Fuck, oh my God! Just like that!” you reach an arm around in attempts to cradle the back of his head, searching for his lips.

“God, I love the way you take me,” he moans into your open mouth before kissing you back, hand trailing to the base of your neck and squeezing gently.

“So fuckin’ sexy.” your free arm reaches behind his back in search of his waist, fingernails digging into his skin, in order to get him even closer as he compliments you.

“My pretty baby’s so fuckin’ needy, huh?” his fingers rub circles into your clit and you clench around him as he brings your orgasm to the surface. 

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over me?” 

“Y-yes, please! Gonna cum, please” your moans are incoherent as he releases you, suddenly gripping your hips as he pulls himself out fully before thrusting back in. 

The sounds of wet skin slapping together fill the stall.

“That’s it,” your walls tighten around him as you rub sloppy circles against your clit while he pounds into you. “Such a good girl. There you go. ‘M gonna cum with you.” He moans through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw as he chases his own release.

The cool tile of the shower catches your body as your orgasm courses through your limbs, vision fading as you close your eyes in ecstasy, still moving in tandem with Frank’s rough thrusts. His large hand grips onto your hips as he spills into you with a grunt, admiring the way your arousals mix together on his length. 

Warm lips meet your shoulder and his chest rests against your back as you stay connected through the aftershocks.

“Love you,” he plants a kiss. “So much.” He plants another kiss and a dopey smile paints your face as you sigh into the tile before pressing yourself back in order to face him. You involuntarily flutter around him before he pulls himself out of you, and he captures your moan in his mouth. 

“Love you,” your lips meet. “So much.” You punctuate with a sincere kiss, your cheeks warming as you find his tender gaze and soft smile. 

Bubbles paint over your body as Frank gently rubs the sudsy netted sponge over the length of your arms. You relax under his touch as he continues to clean your body, particularly enjoying the way he lingers over the knots in your shoulders and back with his thumbs. Easy sighs mix with the constant rhythm of falling water while his touch roams over your waist and hips, taking his time to place chaste kisses wherever he pleases. So fuckin’ beautiful. 

He gently lowers himself, landing on his knees, while the sponge leaves suds over your thighs and calves. Your heart pounds in your chest as you meet his stare; his warm breath was so close to your core, but he did not indulge himself.

Seeing him on his knees in front of you, basically in complete surrender, caused your skin to prickle. 

You had only seriously considered the prospect of marriage once before. The engagement had been somewhat expected, but you were surprised at how easy it was to say ‘yes’. That was nearly four years ago, though, and you convinced yourself that you would never allow yourself to experience that pain again. 

Except now a man is on his knees in front of you, washing your body, and you’re letting him. 

You’re welcoming the intimacy. 

You’re enjoying being loved again. 

You’re enjoying loving someone again.

The Universe must be a sadist, you think as his lips press against your lower belly, waking the green dragon.

Warm water washes over you like drum rolls, pressing into your soft skin. The stream of water is disrupted as you reach for Frank, beckoning him to stand with you. The innocent kiss had churned the contents of your stomach.

Droplets of water roll onto his forehead and coat his eyelashes. So beautiful. The compliment leaves as a whisper, but he must have heard it as he holds your face in his hands, eyes scanning over your features as he admires the way you fail to hide a smile up at him. He catches the way your eyes crinkle and the life peeks through, and that was all it took for him to place his lips against yours.

 The only evidence of tears is the remnants of salt that coat your lips. You don’t even realize you’re crying until he pulls back and wipes at your cheeks, concern plastered across his face. 

“Hey, hey,” he coos. “T’s goin’ on? T’s the matter?” 

You wish you could tell him. You wish you could explain how unworthy you are to be on the receiving end of his love. You wish you could write out your sins and come clean, making it easier for him to hate you. You wish you could tell him the truth- the whole truth- and maybe then he would understand why he should leave. You wish you could bleed yourself dry at his feet and bare your soul to him, but you settle for the honest and least complicated explanation.

“I just love you so much,” you sniffle. “That’s all.” 

The water runs cold at your confession.

“Have you seen my bag?” Your voice is muffled as you rummage through the shared closet. 

Frank drags a towel through his damp hair and admires the view; the large tee shirt rests along your back, thin cotton panties offering little coverage as you lean over and scavenge through the messy pile of clothes on the floor. 

“Not since last month’s trip.” You huff from your compromised position. “Can you help me look, please?” You’re too distracted to notice him leaning against the doorframe with a smug look. 

“I don’t know.” you jump at how close he is. “‘M enjoying the view.” He catches the wrinkled shirt you launch at him against his chest with a laugh.

“Babe, be serious,” you fake a pout, now standing at your full height.

He reaches above your head towards the raised shelf and drops the duffel bag into your arms before placing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“Jerk.” You push past him with an exaggerated huff, attempting to hide a smile. 

You designate the first weekend of every month for your trips. They aren’t long- barely lasting 48 hours- but you refuse to miss a single one. Even when you had a sinus infection and an almost worrying fever, you made the drive. I’m fine, really. I have to go, you don’t understand. You had told Frank from the very beginning that you had obligations, family things, that would always come first, which is why he rescheduled your first date accordingly and without complaint. 

He didn’t ask many questions; it wasn’t that he didn’t care to know, he desperately did, he just respected your privacy and wanted you to feel comfortable enough to share those things with him when it felt right. After all, it was only after he talked about Maria that you mentioned Andrew. 

“You excited?” He calls from the comfort of your bed, tucked under the comforter with a book opened against his chest. 

“Of course.” A dress is thrown into the bag that lays open on the foot of the bed, your heavy breathing pulling his attention away from his book and onto you.

Multiple drawers of the dresser are opened, different clothing items threatening to spill out as they hang over the edge, your hands hunting for something specific. He’s giving you that look again, but you’re too distracted to notice. 

The worn out journal catches his eye as you retrieve it from your underwear drawer and bury it beneath pajamas, finally placing your disheveled bag near the bedroom door.

He’s seen the journal many times before, though the content remains a mystery.

In the beginning, he would catch you scrawling away at your desk before joining you for lunch, always noting how you would slam it shut and shove it into your purse. It was a process for you to trust him enough to open it near him, that he could tell, so he never pushed you, even though his curiosity nearly burned a new hole in his skull. 

The first time the green dragon took a real hit, you were sitting at the table with a full cup of coffee in front of you. It was early in the morning, which surprised Frank, seeing that you fight with your alarm clock nearly every morning. The sun was beginning to pour into the kitchen and covered you in a warm haze; you were magical; he thought. Your pen scribbled onto the lined paper, your chin rested on your elbow-propped free hand. He sat across from you, holding his own cup of coffee close to him, drinking in your relaxed state.

“Writin’ anythin’ good?” Your body didn’t tense this time; he took that as a good sign.

“Hm.” You didn’t look up. “Just about family stuff.” You didn’t lie as you continued to write.

He wonders what they’re like- your family. There’s a sister, maybe two?, and you do have parents, but you’ve only mentioned them once through a clenched jaw and glazed eyes you desperately tried to hide, but he noticed. He always does. 

He wonders if you take after your dad with the way you snore, especially during the colder seasons. He wonders if your mom taught you how to bake your famous pumpkin muffins, they’re to die for- I swear!, and they were. He imagines you laughing with your sister, or sisters, when you graduated from basic training, hoping someone took a picture. But most of all, he pictures himself meeting them for the first time with you attached to his side, the life in your eyes undeniable. 

“I’m leaving at 8 tomorrow.” Drool and toothpaste spill into the sink as you yell at him from the adjoining bathroom.

He hadn’t noticed you finished packing and were following your nightly routine. 

“Wake me up so I can walk you out.” His book was open but his gaze was unfocused.  

“No way,” You spit into the sink with a chuckle before rinsing your mouth out. “You need your beauty sleep.” The bathroom door closes shut and you shuffle towards the bed, relishing the way your body sinks into the soft mattress and closeness of Frank.

“Callin’ me ugly?” Your back meets his bare chest as he drags your body close to him, pressing a quick kiss into the crook of your neck with a smile.

“Ain’t callin’ you pretty.” The crinkle of your eyes causes his heart to flutter as you attempt to turn your head towards him, signaling for a kiss, and sighing into the awkwardness and tenderness of it. 

Your body presses into the mattress as he leans over you, careful not to smother you completely, reaching to turn off the lamp that rests on the table next to your head. A small hum fills the room when he presses his lips to your temple before returning to his previous position, snaking an arm beneath your neck and holding onto your chest to bring you closer.

You melt into him as your spare hand connects with the one just beside your head.

The room buzzes with the busyness of the city just beyond the window. You enjoy the filler noise- the chaos creates a certain familiarness that you can relax into. You’ll never admit it to him, but Frank feels the same.

He interrupts the serenity when he calls your name, your real name.

“Y’don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, but-“ You absorb the anxiety from his secure grip.

“I’m okay.” A soft smile that he can’t see paints your face, relishing in the ability to complete his unspoken thoughts. His exhale blows against the crown of your head. 

“Y’Can tell me anything. Y’know that, right?” You rub your thumb against the inside of his index finger, your heart faltering just a bit. It’s like he can read you, or something. 

“I know,” you lie with a sigh, forcing yourself to sound sincere. 

“I just love you too damn much, that’s all.” You mean it as you tap your thumb against his three times as a silent ‘I love you’. 

His body adjusts against yours and his arm rests against your waist, hand splaying across your lower stomach, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh.

 The green dragon stirs in its sleep. 

chapter three

A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I love this chapter so much but I wanna strangle Miss Honey so bad like girl, just be honest!!!!! Anyways. Hope you guys enjoyed- thank you for reading!!!!!!