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bellaxgiornata · 9 months ago

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Hiii! I've been following fftd for a loooooong time and I love it so so so much. Thank you for such a wonderful fic!! Also for your, 2.5k follower celebration, I'd like to present an idea for a headcanon starring Matty, Tristan and Frank separately.

So one idea is for what would they do if they found themselves with the reader under a mistletoe (who placed it there anyway, hmmmm😏)

And another is for, their reaction to the reader's pregnancy throughout the 9 months and till the baby is a few months old.

Hey friend!! I'm so happy to hear you've been a long time reader of FFTD! That series is truly neverending 😆 I'm glad you're still enjoying it though after all this time!! It's always so fun to hear from y'all that have been there from early on watching everything play out!! ❤

Ohhh, okay, a couple of different things going on here! And TRISTAN!! I just watched Stardust the other week while I wasn't feeling good, so I'm still a little newer to him but I think I can answer these! As usual, everything is below the cut, but as for the headcanon on Matt and Frank reacting to Reader's pregnancy and having a newborn, I did recently answer a question about the two of them reacting to this not too long ago during the celebration. So I'll link that here. Though I can discuss my thoughts on Tristan reacting to that below the cut as well!

Frank absolutely would not have placed the mistletoe. As a matter of fact, he would most likely not even be the one to notice there even was mistletoe hanging around. Either you or someone else would have to actually point it out to him to even get him to notice it.

But once it's been pointed out to him? You can guarantee that he'd be pulling you close to him by the waist and saying something along the lines of "Now how'd that get there? Can't go ignorin' it now, can we?"

Doesn't matter whether you're at a bar or a friends' party, he'd be going in for a kiss without hesitation. And it would be a long, sweet kiss where he held you close.

When he pulled away, he'd have the biggest grin on his face, one that was contagious even to you. And then he'd playfully tell you that you should watch out tonight because he's "gonna find another chance to drag you back under it again."

Matt certainly didn't place the mistletoe, but he sure as hell knew where it was with his senses. And he purposely dragged you over to it, too.

He'd be teasing you about kissing him before actually doing it, intentionally dragging out the moment because he'd enjoy listening to the anticipation build in your body.

When he finally went in for the kiss, he'd take his time and slow things down, purposely trying to rile you up. Then he'd pull away and leave you wanting more with a cocky grin on his lips saying, "You're going to have to wait until we get home for anything more, sweetheart."

For the rest of the night, he'd intentionally lure you near the mistletoe again, but he'd make sure the pair of you never actually quite made it underneath it again. And he'd tease you with that knowing, cheeky little smirk on his face.

Tristan absolutely placed the mistletoe. In fact, he was probably holding it up over your heads himself. Of course he wasn't letting the chance to kiss you pass him by, especially in the romantic outdoor setting that he'd most likely have already put together for the two of you.

He'd also give you a little speech about how he'd been looking for an opportunity to use it all night while giving you the biggest smile.

When he kissed you, it'd be a very enthusiastic kiss. And certainly one that would last far longer than a single kiss. It'd be both passionate and playful, resulting in the pair of you laughing together afterwards.

As the laughter subsides, he'd grin at you and hold the mistletoe up again, shooting you a little wink.

Tristan with a Pregnant Reader

Tristan would be over the moon excited when you told him you were expecting. Doesn't matter if the pregnancy had been planned or not, he'd absolutely be excited about the news.

He may not know much about what you're going through, but you can guarantee he'd be going out of his way to dote on you and take care of you. A particular food you want? Foot massage? Someone to cuddle you when you're feeling miserable? He'd be there for everything.

Even if you were feeling self-conscious about how you look as the pregnancy progressed, he'd be showering you with compliments. Tristan would often be reminding you of how much he loved you and how beautiful you still were to him. And he'd certainly be making time for the two of you to spend together before the two of you became a little family of three.

One of his favorite things to do would be to talk to your belly and feel baby move. And the smile that would light up his face and the laugh you'd hear him make every time baby bumped his hand would have you grinning from ear to ear yourself.

When it came time to give birth, he'd absolutely be panicking and worried about you and baby. He'd be pacing whenever there was a moment he couldn't actually do anything to help you.

But the smile that would light up his face the first time he held his child would forever be ingrained in your memory. And you'd melt watching him cuddle the baby and quietly whisper sweet things to him/her.

Despite how much work a newborn would be, Tristan would be up for the challenge. He'd be up day or night doing whatever he could to help keep baby fed and cleaned, but his favorite part would probably be soothing baby, somehow always managing to calm them so well with his gentleness.

Tristan would be a very present father, especially since he was raised by his own father as well. He'd take pride seeing all of baby's first moments and getting to teach them things as they grew up. Boy or girl, they'd become his little shadow.

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amhrosina · 2 years ago

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MCU Men Finding Out You're Pregnant (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 1)

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A/N: This is part 1 of a requested headcanon - I'm planning on expanding this into a headcanon series, where we follow reader through their pregnancy and relationships with the different characters! domesticated bucky/frank i'm coming for you. I hope you enjoy!

Link to Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Frank Castle:

You knew Frank would be happy about it, so you plan a little surprise to tell him.

He gets home one night and you’re still up, sitting at the kitchen table. He’s confused because usually you’re asleep by the time he gets home.

“I got you something.”

“I told you to stop doing that, sweetheart.”

He opens the small gift bag and pulls out a pair of tiny combat boots that match his favorite pair.

“Well, I think they’re gonna be too small.”

“They’re not for you, Frank.”

You slide a positive pregnancy test across the table. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. You’re ecstatic because this is probably the only time you’ll ever be able to really surprise Frank.

His smile is so wide you think his cheeks must be hurting.

“You pregnant, baby?”

You answer with a smile. He scoops you into his arms, spinning you around.

His face is wet with tears when he sets you down. He rests his forehead on yours.

Frank says it’s going to be a girl. You hope it’s a boy so you can have a mini-Frank running around.

You sway back and forth for hours, dancing around the kitchen as you plan the rest of your lives together.

Matt Murdock:

You were up late one night, folding laundry when Matt scrambled through the window, scaring the shit out of you in the process.

“Jesus, Matt. What’s wrong?”

His helmet hits the ground, and he moves towards you; head tilted. He was listening to something, but you couldn’t tell what.

You watch as he took a deep breath, enveloping you into his arms and cradling you against his chest.

“Did something happen?” You mumble into his chest.

“I think you need to take a pregnancy test, baby.”

You rear back, looking into his smiling face. You had been trying to get pregnant for a few months, but you didn’t have the heart to take a test this month, expecting another negative.

He follows you into the bathroom, reluctant to let go of your hand.

“Matt, I’m gonna need both of my hands to do this.”

You watch as the pregnancy test almost immediately turns positive. Matt picks up on your elevated heartrate.

“How did you know?”

“I can hear their tiny heartbeat. It’s soft, but it’s there. I heard it a couple blocks away.”

He cradles your face, kissing you softly on the forehead.

“You’re going to be a daddy, Matty.”

He spends the night resting his head on your stomach, listening to the baby’s heartbeat and lovingly running a hand up and down your thigh.

Billy Russo:

Your pregnancy is the result of a friends-with-benefits relationship with Billy.

You’ve been avoiding Billy for two weeks, not knowing how to tell him.

He shows up at your apartment one night, demanding an explanation for the radio silence.

“I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”

He goes stark white, color draining from his face. He immediately asks how you know it’s his.

“Considering you’re the only man I’ve fucked for the last three months, Billy, I thought it’d be safe to assume that the baby is yours.” You say through gritted teeth.

You watch him pace around your living room, anxious because you knew what was coming next.

“Do you need money to get rid of it?”

You angrily push him out of your apartment, slamming the door in his face.

He begs you to open the door so you could figure out how to deal with it, but his question told you everything you needed to know. If you wanted to raise this baby, you’d have to do it alone.

You spend the rest of the night crying in your bed, mourning your friendship with Billy. You vow to avoid him forever.

He spends the next few weeks trying to corner you into talking to him. He shows up at your job, calls you non-stop, even has Frank try to convince you to talk to him, but you refuse.

You accepted the fact that Billy would no longer be a part of your or your child’s life, but that didn’t keep you from missing him.

sorry not sorry, billy's hot but he'd react so terribly to this

Bucky Barnes:

Let’s be honest: Bucky as a dad would be so fucking hot.

Bucky and you had been trying to get pregnant for months before you asked the doctor to check your fertility.

You and Bucky were heartbroken to hear that a pregnancy would be unlikely, but Bucky reassured you that he’s open to exploring other options.

“We could adopt or try surrogacy. Or not. Whatever you’re comfortable with, doll.”

You had long accepted the fact that you weren’t going to be able to carry Bucky’s children yourself when you started feeling the symptoms of morning sickness.

Bucky was concerned, but you brushed it off, claiming it was a stomach bug. You didn’t want to get either of your hopes up.

Currently, you were staring at the three positive pregnancy tests sitting on your bathroom counter.

You could barely hold it together long enough to call Bucky into the room. Tears streamed down your face.

He runs in, concern painted on his face. His eyes go wide when he sees the pregnancy tests.

“Holy shit. Oh my GOD! We’re gonna be parents!”

You jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He squeezes you (lightly lol he has to be careful with that vibranium arm), spinning in circles as tears leak out of his eyes.

Peter Parker (Tom Holland):

This is post-No Way Home & MJxPeter was not a thing prior to this. Peter is a little naïve here, but he’s in college and what college aged man do you know that isn’t a little naïve??

Peter is shocked when he climbs through your window to find you sobbing into your hands.

He crouches down in front of you, trying to figure out who he needed to kill for upsetting you.

“Peter...I think I’m pregnant.”

Peter and you had been seeing each other on and off for over a year, but you’d never spoken to each other about a future together.

He sits in contemplation, watching the tears stream down your face. He gently grasps your hands in his own.

“Baby, it’s okay. We’ll get through this, okay?”

“Don’t tell me you’re happy about this. This is the worst thing that could’ve happened to us, and you know it.”

Peter blinks, shaking his head. He knew what you were doing – trying to give him an out so that he wouldn’t feel tethered to you.

“Is that what you think? That I wouldn’t be happy with you? I love you. Can’t you see that by now?”

You squeeze his hands when he admits his love for you. It’s what you’ve wanted to hear for months, but you were never bold enough to admit that to him.

You point out that you’re both still in college, and what little money you have saved won’t cover something as expensive as a baby.

“We'll figure it out, okay? Our baby will be so loved. That’s what's important. The money and everything else we’ll figure out as we go, okay?”

He lightly kisses your nose, rubbing his hand over your stomach.

“Peter? Do you think our baby will get the spider stuff, too?”

“I hope not. Could you imagine walking in to feed them in the middle of the night and finding them on the ceiling? Not fun.”

End Note: This was requested and I had to make at least one of these angsty because let's be honest, billy russo would not handle this news well at first. Nonnie originally requested all of the Marvel men I write for, but I'm still working out how I'm planning on writing Marc/Steven & Druig, so I left them out of this one. Also, I picked Tom's Spider Man and just aged him up a little because I found that gif of Tom Holland that I just had to use. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

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frankenhookersmonster · 3 years ago

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stray-kaz · 2 years ago

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A Baby Shower for Frankie : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

“Karen wants to throw you a baby shower, sweetheart. Can I come?”

You glanced up from the baby magazine you were flipping through, rocking back and forth comfortably in the feeding chair Frank had commissioned for you specially. It sat by the window in the baby’s room, haloed by afternoon sunlight. You loved this room; Frank had worked so hard on it, painting it lilac and pink and helping to install mahogany shelves with rows of books and stuffed toys.

“You would want to come to that kind of thing?” you asked, surprised and more than a little curious.

He nodded, clasping his hands behind his back and swaying back and forth on his heels.

“Yeah” he admitted gruffly, hanging his head a little shyly. “With Maria, I...I wasn’t allowed. She always said they were for women only, but I’d like to be a part of it.”

“Well, traditionally...” you trailed off, as you studied his face.

Frank raised his eyebrows, daring you to complete the sentence. You smiled up at him and stood to meet him in the middle of the room, pressing your rounded belly against his stomach. His hands automatically came up to rest there, stroking gently.

“I would love for you to be there” you assured him, stretching up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “And so would baby D -”

He hastily pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you.

“Shh! If we start saying it out loud, we’ll give it away and it’s a secret!”

You grinned at his panic and pulled him down by the back of his neck to kiss away his fear.

“Of course, Frankie” you said softly against his lips. “Anything you want, husband.”

His head tipped right back as he groaned, tightening his hold on your round hips.

“You’re not on bed rest, are you?” he asked you, eyeing you with dark mischievous eyes.

“No...”

“Good.”

He grasped your hand and pulled you out of the room in a hurry.

*********************************************

Frank rested his palm in the small of your back as he guided you through the swinging glass doors and into the cafe rented out for your baby shower. A cheer went up and you backed into Frank, taken by surprise. He gently pushed you forward into a room filled with your friends, most of them having been brought into your life since meeting Frank.

“Hi, everyone” you said shyly. “Thank you for this. I think Frank has been more excited than me for today.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as everybody laughed and grinned at him.

“Teddy bear Frank, huh?” Matt said, smirking.

Frank pointed a finger at him, growling quietly.

“Only she can call me that” he grunted. “Don’t care if you’re blind, Matt, I’ll still kick your ass all round this room.”

“I’d like to see you try” Matt retorted.

You rolled your eyes and tugged on Frank’s arm, pulling him back.

“Calm down, Frankie” you murmured. “He’s just teasing you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like to be teased except by you.”

You blushed and pulled him over to the long table laid out for you with cupcakes, silver and pink balloons, bowls of candy and a pile of gifts towering in the centre. He helped you sit, seven and a half months pregnant and a little, okay, a lot, ungainly.

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Frank Castle x family headcanons

Frank's hands look so incongruous and big sorting and folding baby bodysuits and onesies.

You have so many photos of him with Delilah sleeping on his chest.

He baths her so carefully, gentle hands holding her and keeping her head out of the water.

Breastfeeding in public? Frank will bash heads with anyone who looks sideways at you.

Frank wakes for every night feed and lets you lean on him, sometimes dozing as Delilah rests comfortably against your tummy.

Blocked ducts? He gets you cabbage leaves and makes sure you remember to change them every twenty minutes until the swelling eases.

Frank has never been so attentive. Every whimper, every cry, he's awake and on his feet before your eyes even open. He changes diapers, takes over burping duty and rocks Delilah to sleep when your arms are sore.

As she gets bigger, Frank plays with her, sings and blows raspberries on her tummy, making her giggle.

Then you blink, and she's riding him around the house like a pony, peals of laughter ringing in your ears. Frank winks at you as you watch him crawl around on all fours, amused. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you can ride me later." You blush and cuff the back of his head as he carries on with his tiny passenger.

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Kiss Cam : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

Frank’s cell phone started to buzz angrily on the table between your hand and his and you glanced at it curiously. He picked it up then looked at David.

“It’s your wife” he said gruffly. “You want me to answer it?”

David shrugged, looking away and pretending indifference. Your heart hurt for him, being away from Sarah for so long. If you had so much as a week away from Frank, your nature born anxiety skyrocketed and you ached for his presence in your arms and your bed.

He answered the phone and muttered a few ‘yeahs’ and ‘okays’ before hanging up and shoving the phone in one of his jeans pockets.

“Something broke, I guess” he said, standing with a shrug. “That’s why the cameras stopped. I’ll be back in a bit, darlin’.”

He kissed you quickly, branding your lips with his, and sauntered away, leaving you alone with David.

“I think you’re brave, you know” you admitted quietly to him.

“Hmm?”

He raised his eyes to you. You shrugged.

“Going head to head with Frank to have a chance at getting your family back. He’s a tough case.”

David snorted.

“You go head to head with him” he reminded you. “I’ve heard you argue. You sound like a lawyer when you do it.”

You grinned.

“Yeah, but he loves me and he doesn’t want to break my head. Maybe my back...but not my head.”

David rolled his eyes at the innuendo and you laughed, returning your attention to the book you had been reading when Frank’s cell phone had rung.

**********

An hour or so later, the cameras flickered back to life, but you hardly paid attention until you heard David’s panicked gasp and your gaze shot up to the nearest console screen. Your eyes widened and your heart choked your throat at the sight of Sarah stepped up to Frank, her hands resting on his waist and her mouth on his. His hands were briefly on her sides before he pushed her gently away and shook his head. You could see his mouth moving, but not hear what he was saying. You glimpsed his mouth rounding over the syllables of your name and felt your entire body resettle and your heartbeat slow down.

“David, are you okay?” you asked gently, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

He didn’t respond, just stood and walked to the fridge, returning with a half full bottle of scotch. You raised your eyebrows and sat back.

“Ah” you murmured. “That’s how you are.”

You waited twenty minutes for Frank’s return, watching David steadily become drunk. When he strode back in, his eyes already searching you out with a desperation you hadn’t yet seen in them, you simply pointed to David.

“I’m doing much better than he is” you said quietly. “In fact...”

You stood and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him down to kiss him, pouring everything into it you felt when you saw him kissed by another woman. He staggered slightly, taken aback by the force with which you grabbed onto him.

“I’d love to, sweetheart, but there are no doors here” he reminded you.

You glanced at David, who was paying neither of you any mind.

“The bathroom has a door” you said pointedly, arching one eyebrow at Frank.

Before he could reply, you grasped his hand and dragged him after you. David didn’t even look up when you giggled into Frank’s chest as he hooked the door shut behind him.

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Time and Time and Time again : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

18 and up, y’all.

Once the dam had been broken, there was no putting the waters back. Frank hadn’t been expecting it, but he wasn’t complaining. After the first time together, you were utterly addicted to him, you were insatiable.

There was the time against the door of Frank’s apartment, the door handle digging a fierce imprint into your back, underwear hanging off one foot as your ankles crossed tightly at the small of his back, his thighs straining with effort.

On hands and knees on his bedroom floor, carpet burn searing your skin as he physically shunted you forward with every thrust.

You sitting small in his lap, moving up and down on him, his hand on your throat, eyes closed, nose scrunched, stuttering hips.

Thrown back on the bed, wild, your ankles over his wide shoulders and eyes rolled back.

Lying half on the couch, half off, back aching, Frank painfully deep, his forehead pressed damp against yours.

Hauled up onto the kitchen bench, pasta on the stove, big rough hands pulling your thighs apart, your underwear still on.

On the bed as soon as Frank’s moved in, boxes strewn all over the floor, sideways, you’re the little spoon, both his hands between your legs, fingers stroking lazily through the curls to find where you join together, hips rocking quick then slow.

In the middle of the night, exhausted but yearning, lying on top of him, barely moving at all.

After whiskey makes it hard for him to come, legs open over his blunt hips, you’re cracked open on a scream and a gasp as he drives into you like a man possessed.

Frank can do slow and sensual, but you prefer blunt force trauma and barely able to walk in the morning.

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Blooded : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

The first time Frank saw you covered in blood, his heart almost stopped. He opened the door to see you slumped against the wall, eyes glassy and wide, almost all pupil. Shock.

Your bottom lip was open and bleeding, streams of blood leaked from below your hairline, your left eye was slowly puffing and the same side of your jaw was already darkening to an ugly purple.

What shook him the most, however, was the Glock 19 he had given you clutched with a death grip in your right hand. Your right hand with red speckles, like paint. But he knew that it wasn’t paint.

You started to slide and he grabbed you before you fell, shaking hands doing their best to steady you even as he struggled to control himself.

I’ll kill them. I’ll find them and I’ll put them in the ground.

“They’re already dead, Frank.”

He hadn’t realised he’d said the words aloud. They. Plural. More than one. Animals had hurt his girl.

“What happened?”

“Finished work. They were waiting for me outside the school. A man and a woman. I couldn’t get to the gun quick enough.”

Your voice broke and his heart seized again, his throat tightening around an invisible block.

“You did good, sweetheart. Real good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He half carried you to the bathroom, where he sat you down on the closed lid of the toilet and tipped your head back with gentle fingers to get a better look. He pushed your hair back and you hissed quietly at the pain; he apologised as he prodded carefully, searching.

“You’ll need stitches here” he growled.

He opened the cabinet and pulled down a first aid kit and a clean cloth. He wet it under the tap and proceeded to clean you, starting with the gash at your hairline and working his way down to the blood spatters on your hand, first carefully removing the gun which you still had clenched tightly.

Once you were clean, he stitched you up, softly hushing your quiet whimpers of pain. When he was finished, he packed it all away and pressed an adhesive bandage against the neat line of black stitches, before leaning forward and touching his lips to your forehead. Your eyes closed and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I hurt” you whispered.

His jaw clenched and a muscle ticked dangerously in his cheek.

“I know, sweetheart” he murmured back.

You pulled free and held your arms up to him; he stood and picked you up, one arm around your back, the other under your knees. He carried you through to his bedroom and laid you out gently on the bed, before carefully stripping you down to your bra and underwear and climbing in with you, pulling the duvet up to cover the both of you.

You immediately rolled to tuck your head beneath his chin and toss a leg over his, burrowing nearer to his heat.

“I missed you today” you sighed into his chest.

Frank’s hand came up to stroke down the length of your spine, over and over again. He didn’t have the words to tell you what he was feeling and how badly he wanted to bring those who had hurt you back to life just so he could kill them again himself. But he had other words, words with a healing balm all their own.

“I love you.”

You smiled and fell into a dream.

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