Cot - Kit Walker

cot - kit walker

↳ prompt; requested by @bucky-j-barnes - “that kid’s gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world with Kit please 😌😌😌” i hope you like the fic love! <3

↳ content warnings - pregnancy, smudge of self doubt

↳ 927 word count

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kit would kill her if he saw what she was doing.

when it was coming up towards the end of her pregnancy, kit had made her swear that she wouldn’t do any heavy lifting, wouldn’t stay standing too long, and wouldn’t be too active. the baby hadn’t even been born, but she had to hand it to him; kit was already an amazing father. protective, definitely, but still amazing.

y/n winced as she tried to tug the wooden cot across the room. it made a horrid scratching sound along the wooden floorboards as she tugged it, and with each pull she just grew more and more exhausted. she was coming up close to having the baby, just a few weeks, and she wanted everything to be perfect. and everything was perfect, until she realised the cot was in absolutely the wrong place in the nursery. it had bugged her all morning, and she really should have waited for kit to come home from work to ask him to move it, but she was determined to do it herself.

she hadn’t heard the front door open over the scraping of the cot against the floor, but by the time the cot had been pulled halfway to where she wanted it she heard the bedroom door open behind her and she grimaced, realising she’d been caught.

“hey, woah, what are you doing?” she watched as kit’s eyes widened in worry as he walked over to her, and pulled her hands from the cot. “that’s way too heavy, doll, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” he frowned.

y/n sighed and deflated a little as she glanced between kit and the cot, and upon seeing that she hadn’t even made it past halfway it had started to annoy her even more. “the cot’s in the wrong spot.”

kit paused, and glanced between where it had previously been underneath the book shelf, and then across the room to where y/n had moved the toy box to make room for it. “i thought you wanted it under the bookshelf.”

“yeah, i did,” she huffed, growing a little frustrated as tears started burning along her waterline. “but i was looking today and the cot will be caught in the draft between the open door and the window, which means the baby will get cold. what kind of mother would i have been if i let my own baby get cold-“ she didn’t even realise she was crying until kit had gently pulled her into a hug (or a half hug, as he couldn’t hug her properly like he used to because of her belly) and he cradled her head against his shoulder as he shushed her.

“okay, it’s okay, i’ll move it, please don’t cry.” he mumbled into her hair, and she frowned as she gripped onto his shirt. he smelt like gasoline and oil, and she was sure that anybody else would have found it gross, but to her he just smelt like kit.

“i’m going to be a terrible mother.” she mumbled once kit had pulled away from the hug, and once he had carefully helped her to sit in the rocking chair that was in the corner of the room, she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of kit’s jumper she was wearing. for the past two months she had been in his clothes as her’s didn’t fit, and they didn’t have the money for new ones.

“no you’re not, you’re going to be perfect.” kit shook his head as he walked over to the cot, and y/n leaned back in her seat as she watched as he lifted it with ease, and placed it where she had made room.

“no i’m not,” she sighed, and looked down at her lap. “i don’t know anything, really. you can’t just parent off of mothering books. and i mean, i can’t even remember to water the plants half the time, how am i meant to look after a whole baby?”

by the time she had finished rambling kit had kneeled in front of her, and she saw him frown again as he gently took her hands in his. “y/n, you’re going to be a great mother, really,” he insisted. “so what if you’re a bit forgetful, it’ll be different with a baby. and you aren’t doing this alone, i’ll be here the whole time okay?” he gently kissed the back of her hand as her bottom lip quivered. “this kid’s gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world because she’s gonna have the best parents in the world.”

“she?” y/n mumbled through her tears, and kit smiled slightly as he laced his fingers with hers.

“i just think she’s gonna be a girl,” he shrugged. “and if she’s even half as amazing as you, she’ll be perfect.”

if anything, kit’s words had only made her cry more, but she was smiling as she leaned forwards enough to hug him. his palm was warm as he rubbed her back, and his lips were soft as he placed a gentle kiss to her exposed neck. “thank you,” she whispered.

kit shook his head, and placed a loving kiss to her lips before he leaned down to press another to her belly, after he had lifted up the shirt she was wearing. “it’s just the truth, sweetheart. you don’t have anything to worry about,” he said softly. “you are going to be an incredible mother and we’re going to be an incredible family,” he smiled. “just you wait and see.”

evan peters as tate langdon // american horror story // teeth by 5sos

tate’s a needy boy

y’all know the flow. we’re back. I realise that my last post wasn’t that good so I’ll try to do It better this time dw. I have to admit that I was thinking more about kit than tate in this one lmaaooo, hope y’all will enjoy it. 

tags : dom!reader x sub!tate

warnings : HEAVY mommy issues, needy!tate, he whimpers and begs a lot oml, beating and slapping, degradation, teasing lots of it, and I think that’s it ?

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Could I request the Evans with a reader who is a witch (of the Coven)? Maybe she might even have Wanda's powers (Reality manipulation, chaos magic) 😗

Sure :)

{Sorry these are kinda rushed I'm really tired lol}

The Evans dating a witch s/o

Tate:

 - Probably would find out before you told him.

- Since he watched you use your powers a lot before you met him.

- Only to find out the entire time you knew he was there.

- He would totally be cool with it though, maybe a little freaked out when he first finds out you have powers.

- Loves to watch you use your powers for fun.

Kit:

- Would be shocked at first.

- I don’t think he would get pissed or anything just shocked because he didn’t know magic was even real.

- Never judges you for it.

- Thinks it's cute when you use your powers in front of Thomas and Julia.

- He knows you would never do anything to hurt them, and trusts you fully.

- Like I have said in past headcanons Kit is the sweetest out of all the Evans.

Kyle: 

- Kyle has known you had magic since he met you.

- Even after he came back from the dead he wasn’t shocked.

- Maybe a little scared but overtime grew to trust you and would stop flinching everytime you used them in front of him.

- Thinks they’re cool after a while, like I said he just needed time to get used to them.

- I mean he lives in a house full of witches so he gets used to it pretty quickly.

Jimmy:

- When he finds out he might seem like he’s angry when he just really is just confused.

- But Jimmy sees it as something that is unique to you just like his hands are unique to him and would eventually come to terms with it.

- Ethel might be a bit weary about it when she finds out, but Jimmy would assure her that you would never hurt him.

- Loves to watch you prank other people with your powers.

James:

- I feel like he wouldn’t care very much.

- As long as you never use them to hurt him he could care less. 

- Would sometimes have you use them to help kill victims. 

- That would eventually stop though because the guilt started to get to you and you told him about it, and would reluctantly tell you it was okay.

Kai:

- You would be afraid to tell Kai about it at first.

- This man is not very trustworthy.

- You would eventually tell him, afraid he would find out and yell at you for not telling him about it. 

- You think he gets mad but would just shrug and go back to doing whatever he was doing. 

- But then embarrasses you by making you tell the entire cult even though you are most definitely not ready for that. 

- Kai doesn’t give a single fuck. 

- Makes you use them whilst murdering victims reguardless you want to or not.

- Like I said this man doesn’t care about how you feel, he’s a complete dick.

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💋  = smut // 😬  = angst // 💖  = fluff

michael langdon

series

salvation | outpost!michael x reader 😬💖💋 (*ALMOST* FINISHED)

An unexpected delivery of apples arrives at Outpost 3 — but why?

            part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v

the drug in me is you | outpost!michael x reader 😬💋 (INCOMPLETE)

Michael’s wife attempts suicide and he resolves to fix things.

            part i | part ii

dance macabre | sojourn!michael x reader 😬💖 (INCOMPLETE)

Michael’s sojourn leads him to the Hotel Cortez.

            part i | part ii

blasphemy | fire and reign!michael x reader 😬 (INCOMPLETE)

The Robichaux massacre leaves one survivor.

           part i | part ii

sanctum | outpost!michael x reader 💖😬

What happened in the 18 months before Michael arrived at Outpost 3.

         part i |  part ii

full moon | michael cullen (twilight crossover) 😬

As Michael Langdon lays dying, a black Mercedes approaches.

      prologue 

one-shots

absolution | sojourn!michael x reader 💖

Michael’s sojourn leads him onto a different path - the path to wedded bliss.

devotion | fire and reign!michael x reader 💋

At the first Cooperative meeting, Michael gets familiar with one delegate.

infamy | outpost!michael x reader 💋

It’s Michael’s birthday and you have a surprise for him. He has one of his own.

prompts

murder house!michael

meeting violet 😬

grunge!michael

wet dream 💋 // catching grunge!michael masturbating 💋

shorts 💋💖 // spin the bottle 💖

first time 💋💖 // adult store 💖

sexting 💋// interrupted 💋

meet the parents 💋 // lying is the most fun… 💋

on the spot 💋💖 // killing strangers 😬

hawthorne!michael

stop teasing me so much 💋 // flexible 💋

daddy & choking kink 💋 // belong 💋

sojourn!michael

if i have to pull over… 💋 // food play 💋

louder than that 💋 // i’m the one to blame 😬

fire and reign!michael

full 💋 // praise kink 💋

mommy kink 💋💖 // if you leave the house wearing that 💋

meeting his ex 😬 // pregnant fiancée 😬

twins 💖 

outpost!michael

breeding kink 💋 // bite me 💖

degrading & choking 💋 // if i have to stop… 💖

you’re not going out in that outfit 💋 // you tell me you love me 😬

blood play 💋 // fingering 💋

sit on my face 💋 // you look real pretty when you cry 💋

beg me 💋 // you’re a fighter 💋

i don’t want to lose you 💋💖 // spanking 💋

punishment 😬💖 // escape 😬

virgin 💋 // knees 💋

learn your place 💋 // making up 💋

don’t close your eyes 💋

personal jesus 💋

man-flu 💖

praying for time 😬

stages of michael

breed me 💋 // pubic hair 💋

daddy 💋 // pregnancy 💋💖

michael and a paranoid s/o 💋💖😬

giving birth 💖 // adult store 💋

raising children 💖

AU characters

michael gatsby headcanons 😬

misc

michael langdon playlist

xavier plympton

series

watching 😬

Xavier’s struggling with the afterlife.

           part i | part ii

one-shots

wouldn’t it be good 😬💖

Xavier is the only living occupant of Camp Redwood. Mortality is getting to him.

kinks

hair pulling 💋 // murder kink 💋

song prompts

you spin me right round 💖 // easy lover 💋

addicted to love 💋 // i want to know what love is 😬

love bites 💋 // space age love song 😬

i was made for loving you 💖

careless whisper 😬

prompts

mine 💋 // time me 💋

behind a tree 💋 // shame 😬

gone 😬 // open your mouth 💋

twins 💖 // sitting on my lap 💋

duncan shepherd (house of cards)

punk!duncan

fugazi vs vanilla 💋 // impatience 💋

prompts

go your own way 😬 // knife kink 💋

submissive 💋 // face sitting 💋 // friends with benefits 💋

pregnancy sex 💋

song prompts

before you go 😬 // missing you 😬💖

jim mason (the tribes of palos verdes)

i have always been a storm 😬

the night we met 😬

prompts

just like that 💖💋 // coming home 💋💖

marked 💖

emo!jim

cute without the e 💋 // broken condom 💋

richard (the last time i saw richard)

prompts

likewise 💖😬 // can’t sleep 💋

snapped 💋 // play with me 💋

parenthood 💖 // rage 💋

andy dolan (eden)

one-shots

incognito 💋😬💖 

asks

breeding/pregnancy/rough/aftercare 💋💖

cody fern

prompts

cody x ahs actress headcanons 💖

can you hear me 😬 // too far gone 😬

castaway 💋 // make it right 😬

wrap party 💖 // ahs meetings 💖

all cody’s characters

squirting 1 💋 // squirting 2 💋

breeding kink 💋💖

cheating 😬💖 // pregnancy 💋💖

adult store 💋 // tattoos and body image 💋💖

michael and duncan - breeding kink 💋

richard and jim - soft dom 💋

sleepwalking and sleep talking 💖

nipple piercings 💋 // lap dance 💋

tongue piercing 💋 // wedding dress shopping 💖

chronic pain 💖 // father’s day 💖

hickeys 💋 // coming out 💖

punk!codys pregnancy part 1 💖 // part 2 💖

alternative s/o 💖 // clingy s/o 💖

bedroom volume 💋 // horror movies 💖

richard and jim - sharing s/o 💖

meeting the in-laws 💖 

walking in on them naked 💋 

fistfights 😬 

walking in on them masturbating 💋

shaved head 💖 // big butts 💋

teenage daughter dating 💖

holding hands during sex 💋

kai anderson

prompts

rules are rules 💋 // take it slow 💋

democratic monsters 😬 // 2am 💋

answer the phone 💋

public 💋 // shower 💋 // netflix 💋

no small talk 💋 // breeding kink 💋

hickeys 💋 // pregnancy 💖💋

resilience 💋 // overstimulation 💋

breeding kink + hands 💋

pastor charles aftermath 😬💖

james march

prompts

shush 💋😬 // cane 💋

la petit mort 💋 // maid’s outfit 💋

braces 💋 // breeding kink 💋

riding 💋 // mirror 💋

tate langdon

prompts

desk 💋 // kinks 💋

stan bowes

oneshots

off the record 💋

evan peters

evan’s AHS characters

pregnancy 💋💖 // being topped 💋

hickeys 💖💋 // blowjobs 💋

choking 💋 // naked 💋 

aftercare 💋💖 // jealousy 💋

baby’s birth 💖

gf drunk kissing girl 💋

daddy 💋 // protective 💖

Dream With A Pregnant S/O Would Include...

Request: Yay! Requests are open! If your comfortable with it, could we get some headcanons with Morpheus having a pregnant s/o? I sense some angst due to the fact he lost his first child

This was actually very angsty to write but I hope this is alright my lovely, thank you for the request! Also I still haven’t read the comics yet (shame on me I know I deserve it), so I had to a little research so sorry if this is really OOC <3

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @darklinsblog.)

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Oh my cheekbone man, my ass is quaking at the amount of eyeliner you manage to flawlessly put on while mine smudges till I look like a drowned skunk, my icon so pale you might as well be see through and wearing a face so pouty it’s like you’re smelling you’ve ripped and constantly have to smell a terrible fart 24/7 I want to give you a little smooch so bad my baby girl coded fashonista you’re the worst man ever I love you always and forever cat man.

Okay back to a more fitting tone for these slightly angstier headcanons!

It had been just a normal day: you were trying to help Lucienne clean up the ledgers she had been scouring through and left abandoned all over the gilded tiles. Every time you picked one up and started seeking out the correct shelf, Dream would distract you by appearing round the nearest corner of stacked books and chasing you through the dusty paraphernalia until you were near knocking over ancient volumes. It was the most joyous you had seen him in ages, as soon as he had managed to manifest in front of you and pin your wrists up against the creaking volumes. One minute you were giggling, trying to wriggle away from him, and the next his face is hovering over yours before he leans down to press a lingering kiss against your lips. The smirk seems to grow and bloom across his face, like the first breath of a beguiling spring when your waist bucked up against his and made him break away, leaning on his elbow to overshadow you with his adoring glow. Eventually, before he could relent and dip down for more, Lucienne has managed to cough loud enough to catch the Lord of Dreaming’s attention, asking him to step aside for a word.

What you couldn’t see, when he brushed his fingers down the side of your cheek and stepped off with his back to you, was what Lucienne was holding in her arms. Opening up the crisp pages, she shows Dream the newest ledger for the Dreaming, and the footnote on the bottom of page five hundred and two that has suddenly appeared: a new, faint heartbeat has risen over the last week within the dream world - one that seems to be connected to your own. For the first time in over several millennia, Dream is shocked to the point of inanimation; the book slips through his fingers and cracks down in shoots of thunder onto the marble floor. You creep over behind him, your heart pattering against your breast at the way his eyes have widened large enough to fit all of Saturn’s rings inside of their ethereal luminesce as he stares down at a new scuff on his shoes with intense concentration. Lucienne has managed to excuse herself and backed slowly out towards the door, so startled by the hailstones that seem to be cast in furious hurls across Dream’s placidly contorting face. When you finally dare to step round and press a cupped hand to the back of Morpheus’ neck, he finally blinks when you press a kiss to his chalcedony cold cheek. ‘Are you alright, my love. I- I hope Lucienne had no news that… perturbed you so-’. Before you could even finish your stammering thought, Dream has turned and tucked his arms around you so tightly you fear you may pop into shards of transient beauty right there and then. 

From time to time, while he’s not away on business in the waking world, he’ll spend every moment of his free time sitting beside you on your shared throne. After a moment of warm solitude shared between the two of you, the feeling of his forehead depressing from your own is replaced by him slipping down the seat. Crouched now on the floor by your feet, his cape crinkles and rustles like violet drops of stardust across the planes of your touching feet. He dips his head down till he’s staring at your belly button, observing it as a hand raises to spread like growing vine over the stretching skin. With intense concentration, he brings the shell of his ear down: with each sense, with each fibre of his wistful being, he tries to absorb all he can about this life growing inside of you. Although he’s far too pride-stricken to ever admit to it, the tears that cascade down the curve of his nose and fall down sweetly onto the inside of your thigh gives away just how enraptured he’s become in dreams of this new life.

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