I Am Of The Blood Of Old Valyera. I AM The Dragon's Daughter.

I am of the blood of Old Valyera. I AM the Dragon's daughter.

GAME OF THRONE 8.04 - "The Last of the Starks HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.07 - "The Red Sowing" GAME OF THRONES 8.05 - "The Bells"

You know what you must do. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON “The Queen Who Ever Was” (2024) dir. Geeta Vasant Patel.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009) dir. Gavin Hood

Spoiler!!!!! 2x08!!! Spoiler...don't watch it if you aren't ready for it

sneaky

Summary: Your best friend is getting married. And Frank, her father, can’t keep his hands off of you for the entire day.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.8k

Rating: E

Warnings: age gap (legal), established (secret) relationship, jealousy, sneaking around, smut (unprotected sex), Public sex, fluff

Masterlist

You smiled when you felt lips on your shoulder, looking at Frank in the mirror you were standing in front. 

He was wearing the suit you had helped him buy. Dark dress pants, crisp white dress shirt, still unbuttoned. No tie.

“You look beautiful,” he hummed, kissing your shoulder again as you put the finishing touches to your make up. 

You were late. 

Very very late. 

Which was completely Frank’s fault.

Well… Maybe you shouldn’t have spent last night here and slept in your bed for a change. Not that you did sleep very often in it.

It was your best friend's wedding day. 

Frank’s daughter's wedding day. 

You and Lana had known each other since kindergarten. Four year old Lana had punched Jeremy Clark into his nose because he had taken your colouring book from you and made you cry. 

It was that day that you saw Frank, back then it was Mr. Castle to you, for the first time. 

You remember being scared of him at first. He was tall and his voice was deep and loud and you had hidden behind your mothers legs when he introduced himself. 

You definitely weren’t scared of him anymore. 

When Lana had gone to college and you had to move out of your parents place because they were getting a divorce and had sold the house Frank had offered you to move into Lana’s room while you searched for something on your own. 

Your mom had moved to another state for a new job and your father had moved to another country, leaving you with the choice of where to go.

You would be lying if you were saying you did not have a crush on Frank Castle growing up. 

You spent more summers in his house than at your own, even more so after Frank got divorced and Lana chose to stay with him. 

Both you and Frank hadn’t seen it coming. 

That you would fall in love with each other. 

He was everything you could have ever dreamed of. So much so that you both decided after almost two years of sneaking around it was time to tell people.

But first you had to make it though your best friend's wedding. 

She had met Kevin in college, fallen head over heels for him. Even Frank, much to his disappointment, couldn’t find anything wrong with the guy which is why he couldn’t even say no when he asked for his baby daughter's hand. 

Now Lana was 22 and about to be married. 

And Frank was happy, he really was. But he had told you that it was hard to think of his daughter as married. 

“Will you come home with me tonight?” he asked and looked at you. 

“I live at your place, baby,” you smiled. 

“Not all the time. You left me to go to college. Everyone leaves me,” he whined dramatically and you rolled your eyes before you got up from your chair and crossed your arms behind his neck, smiling softly up at him. 

“Not gonna leave you ever, Frank Castle,” you vowed and he gave you a shy smile before he crossed the distance and kissed you softly. 

You sighed against his lips, your fingers playing with his hair. 

“I gotta go,” you mumbled against his lips. 

“I know,” he kissed your nose. 

“Can’t wait to strip you out of this dress tonight,” he whispered against your ear, giving you a slap on your ass, as you groaned. 

“You’re the worst, Castle,” you pouted and he pecked your lips again. 

“But you love me anyway.”

As the maid of honour you were standing next to your best friend when she married the love of her life. You were in tears, holding on to her flower bouquet as they vowed to love each other forever. 

You glanced at Franke, sitting in the front row next to his ex wife as he looked torn between happy and sad. 

He gave you a small smile which you returned before you looked away again. 

Weddings were not something you ever thought about. 

You never saw yourself getting married. Of course you were still pretty young. 23 years younger than the man you were in love with. 

Would Frank want to get married?

That would make you…. Your best friend's stepmother. You grinned to yourself just when applause erupted around you, your best friend now officially married. 

You gave her the flower bouquet back, before they kissed again and then made their way down the aisle. You looked after them before you stepped forward, your hand resting on Alex’, the best man, elbow as you followed them shortly after. 

“You know what they say about maid of honour and best men, huh?” he whispered against your ear and you looked displeased at him. 

“Really? You’re going with that?” you asked with a raised eyebrow after you parted from him. You caught Frank coming down the aisle, giving you a questioning look.

“Lana told me you were single. Thought I’ll shoot my shot,” Alex shrugged. 

“Well. I’m not single, so consider your shot blocked,” you smiled before you walked towards Frank. 

“You okay, honeybee?” he asked when no one was close and you nodded. 

“Lana apparently wanted to set me up with the best man,” you sighed. 

You were walking side by side up the hill, the wedding ceremony had been close to the lake of the hotel Lana had chosen as the location. 

Frank looked at you and you fought the urge to let your head fall against his shoulder, and your hand taking his. You were tired of hiding this. 

Of course you ran the risk of losing your best friend once you came clear but you had the feeling that she would be okay with it in the end. 

“That’s… nice of her,” Frank said and you looked up at him suspicious. His nostrils were flared and he was moving his jaw. You couldn’t help but smile. 

“Are you jealous, Mr. Castle?” you asked sweetly and heard him breathe in deeply. He looked around before he pulled you towards a line of trees, away from the crowd, taking your hand when you were out of view and pushing you against one. 

“I don’t like other people touching what’s mine,” he hummed, his nose brushing against your cheek before he kissed you. You pulled him closer, your hands in his hair as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands pushing your skirt up until his big hand was squeezing your ass. 

“I’m not jealous,” he hummed in between kisses. “I came inside of you four hours ago, I’m pretty damn sure you’re mine,” he sucked on your bottom lip as you moaned quietly. 

“Why does you saying stuff like that make me so fucking horny?” you giggled against his lips and he let his head fall against your forehead. 

“You’re always horny,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

“Not horny enough to let you fuck me against this tree out in the open before the reception of your daughters wedding,” you said and he sighed. You smiled, your hand running down to rest on his chest.

“Maybe after the reception?” he asked and you punched against his chest making him laugh. 

“Just the Father of the bride and the bride now,” the photographer said and you stepped away, stopped from leaving by your best friend holding you back. 

“I want a couple of the three of us. We basically spent our whole life together in my Dad’s house,” Lana grinned and you smiled at her. Frank approached you, his sunglasses resting on his nose, a big smile on his face. 

“Get in the middle Dad and take those glasses off,” Lana instructed and Frank did you, wrapping his arm around her first and then around you, looking down at you with a soft smile you mirrored before you looked towards the camera. 

It must have only been a split second but neither of you knew then that it was enough for the photographer to shoot a picture that would end up framed on his bedside table.

You knew Frank was an attractive man. 

But you were unused to seeing him all cleaned up and in a suit.

It was doing things to you and more than once he caught you looking at him, giving you a knowing look before you looked away again. 

It was after dinner, the sun already setting that Frank found you again, pulling you back outside and leading you back down towards the treeline from earlier. He squeezed your hand, walking farther until you almost couldn’t hear the noise of the many guests of the wedding. 

You were about to ask where he was taking you when he pulled you against him so he could kiss you. 

Smiling against his lips you crossed your arms behind his neck, letting him walk you backwards until your back was leaning against a big tree. 

“Can’t wait until we’re back home,” he mumbled, his fingers finding your panties under your dress, pulling them down your legs. He pulled them into his pocket before his hand was cupping your cunt, finding your soaked. 

“Honeybee I wanted to give you my fingers, but I don’t think you need them, huh?” he grinned, kissing you again. You shook your head. 

“Just fuck me baby. Please I need you,” you whimpered and he chuckled. 

“Already begging for me. My honeybee,” you helped him with his belt, pulling at the zipper of his pants until you wrapped your hand around his cock and he groaned. 

“Turn around,” he said and you let go of him, turning around, resting your hands against the tree. He pushed your dress up, taking a step closer, his hands on your hips and his cock rubbing against your pussy. 

He groaned. 

“Always so fucking wet for me,” he praised an you bit your lip, one of his hands leaving your hips. You looked over your shoulder, seeing him spit down on his cock, pumping it a couple times until he lined himself up and slowly entered you. You sighed, letting your head fall down.

No matter how often he fucked you, it was always a stretch. 

A delicous fucking pleasurable stretch you were addicted to.

You both moaned quietly when his whole length was inside of you. 

“Frank please. We gotta be quick, people will notice…. Fuck,” he thrusted hard. Just once and you felt all air leave your lungs. 

“Can you keep quiet for me?” he asked, beginning to fuck into you from behind, both hands groping your hips.

“Baby…” you whimpered, and he slapped your ass, making you cry out. 

His hands left your hips and he pushed you closer against the tree, one of his hands over your still covered tits, his other hand coming down beneath yours on the tree.

He thrusted faster, harder, your head falling back against his shoulder as you tried to keep yourself from moaning too loud, definitely failing as his hand wrapped over your mouth. 

“Want you to scream my name when you cum on my cock,” he snarled against your ear, kissing your temple before he picked up the pace. You felt his other hand run down your body, until his fingers rubbed over your clit. 

“You gotta cum honeybee. I’m so fucking close…” he put two of his fingers inside your mouth and you sucked them, moaning around them. 

You had trouble keeping yourself upwards, your orgasm quickly approaching. 

“Cum. Now,” he hissed against your ear, slapping your clit once, twice…. And you came with a cry the third time, your arms against the tree shaking as he fucked you through it. 

“Yes… Fuck yes. Just like that. Squeezing my fucking cock… Shit…” he groaned and you felt him pulse inside of you as he came, pumping you full of his cum. 

You took deep breaths, trying to get back to this planet as he kissed your shoulder. You turned around, finding his lips in a soft kiss. 

“Come one, we gotta dance,” he said and you rolled your eyes with a small laugh. 

“How do you expect me to walk after you fucked me like that?”

Slowly. 

Was the answer to that. You walked slowly back up the tree line, his hand in yours until you were too close to the party. 

Your heart ached and you could see in his face that he wasn’t liking it either, but it was only a little while. You decided to tell everyone after Lana’s honeymoon. 

Ready for all consequences. 

You were sitting at a table, an almost empty glass of champagne in front of you when he sat down next to you. 

“Really Frank? Another piece of cake?” you laughed and he pushed it towards you.

“Gotta make sure you’re fed for what I’m planning with you later.”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow. He just winked at you. You shook your head with a laugh before you began to eat. 

“You have the other cake?” you asked, he nodded. 

“Want a taste?” he asked. 

“Kinda, yeah,” you said, your fork already reaching over the table but he was holding his up for you to take. 

“Open your mouth,” he said and you took a look around. You were still around a lot of people but everybody seemed to be occupied. 

“Please,” he said and you smiled before you parted your lips and let him push the fork with the cake inside your mouth. You closed your lips, humming as the flavour exploded in your mouth. 

“Good. That was pretty good,” you nodded and saw Frank sucking his bottom lip in as he looked at you, before he took a deep breath and shook his head. 

You giggled, reaching for his hand under the table. 

“I love you,” you whispered and he gave you one of those soft smiles you loved so much.

“I love you too.”

“Oh my god,” Lana huffed a laugh, now sitting beside you. 

“What?” you asked, following her line of sight, seeing Frank on the dance floor. You chuckled. 

He was really getting in there, his body moving as he danced with his ex wife. 

“He looks happy. Happier,” Lana said and you smiled at her. 

“Yeah. I think he does.”

“You do know I would never set you up with Alex, right?” she said and you looked at her confused.

“You wouldn’t?” you asked. She shook her head. 

“Just wanted to see Dad’s reaction. And I was not let down,” she grinned and you looked at her with big eyes, a nervous flutter in your belly. 

“You know?” you asked and she nodded. 

“Wasn’t sure for a while but I saw you two kissing on the BBQ for your birthday last year?”

“Last year?” you asked, now completely flabbergasted and she giggled. 

“Yeah. And you both look happy.”

“We wanted to tell you. After…”

But Lana just shook herhead, taking your hand. 

“I understand why you didn’t. I wouldn’t know how to tell you I was in love with your father too,” she teased and you laughed. 

You looked at Frank who was now dancing with one of the bridesmaids. 

“Go and dance with him. I know you want to,” Lana said, squeezing your hand before she left to go to the dancefloor too, going to her husband. 

You watched them dance for a moment, before you got up and walked over to find Frank. 

“Mind if I cut in?” you asked the woman he was dancing with and she frowned before she shrugged and walked away. 

“You really wanna dance with this old man?” Frank asked, his hands wrapping around yours as he made you twirl. You laughed, one of your hands resting on his shoulder after he twirled your back against him. 

He looked down at you, his eyes searching yours when you didn’t move. 

“Lana knows about us,” you whispered and his eyebrows raised.

“She’s known since my birthday last year,” you chuckled.

“Seriously?”

You nodded. You caught Lana’s eyes over his shoulder and he turned his head, looking at his daughter, who winked at him. 

“Good,” he said and you frowned.

“Good?”

“Yeah. So now I can do this,” he hummed before he kissed you.