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vintagepresley · 1 year

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The Doctor Will See You Now

Pairing: John Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 3,237

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUT 18+ Just some good ol’ unprotected sex, tiny bit fingering, use of the word whore, breeding kink. Implied age gap.

Authors Notes: I don’t even know what to say about this. But it was inspired by those wonderful anon messages. Thank you because it truly gave me the motivation to write something. I hope you enjoy besties.

Part Two Part Three

“Are you a good girl?”

Dr. John Carpenter had been your doctor for quite some time now and each visit your crush on him grew more and more, that you started making up illnesses and reasons to visit his office. At first he was naive to your little game until he began to realize what was actually going on. He was no saint and had a bit of a wandering eye when it came to some of the young women that came through his office and you were one of them. So, when he noticed you in his office more than usual he decided to play your little games and he’d bring you back to one of the rooms and exam where you said it hurt. He’d take full advantage to touch you a little longer than he should have when he’d do his exams. The touch of his big hands touching various parts of your body made you feel the naughtiest things and one time you actually let out a soft moan, which you were so embarrassed about. But Dr. Carpenter loved it. There was an unspoken tension between the two of you. He was fully aware you were nearly half his age, but he didn’t care. This was like foreplay for the two of you and when it was all over, he’d see you on your way out with a clean bill of health. You’d giggle and flash him a cute smile as you said your goodbyes. He’d be left watching you walk away with a pleasing grin playing on his lips.

A few days had gone by and since your last encounter with the doctor you couldn’t stop thinking about him and the way his hands felt all over you. You desperately needed to see him again and today you wanted things to take a step further beyond the cute foreplay. You were sporting a rather more daring look today, wearing a powder pink mini skirt with a white blouse that you had left two buttons at the top undone to show off a bit of your cleavage and paired it with some white kitten heels. You happily made your way to Dr. Carpenter’s office. Some of the nurses had noticed how many times a week you had come into the office and they assumed you must have been a very sick girl if you constantly had the doctor’s office. Dr. Carpenter never let anyone suspect that anything was going on when he’d take you back to the exam room. You were both always so careful even though there was nothing but some innocent touching and some light kissing going on behind those closed doors. You held your hands against your stomach groaning in pain hoping the nurse would see that it was urgent that you see the doctor. The nurse hopped out of her seat and over to help you and she called out to one of the other nurses to hurry and get the doctor. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” the nurse said kindly.

“I.. I have a terrible pain in my stomach.” you groaned softly as the lie left your lips. Dr. Carpenter came rushing out of the office thinking they were an actual patient in need and when he saw you he smirked to himself and for a moment his teeth grazed his bottom lip as he noticed your outfit. He cleared his throat as he approached you.

“I’ll take it from here, nurse. Thank you.” he said firmly. You glanced up to see the handsome doctor before you dressed in a dark blue dress shirt and white slacks. The nurse handed you over to the doctor and the moment you felt his grasp on you, your body tingled from his very touch. “Let’s get ya back to the exam room, honey. What seems to be the problem?” his voice rang out as he walked you back to the room with him trying to be professional as possible in front of everyone. The moment you two got into the room and that door closed behind you both you both shared a smirk with one another. Your big doe eyes stared up at him, giggling softly as you watched his eyes examining your outfit. “You’re gonna get me into some trouble, honey.” he hummed.

“But doctor, I really am in pain..” you purred as you walked over to the exam table and plopped yourself down on it and he followed behind you shaking his head with a smirk.

“Mm, where does the pain seem to be today?” he responded as he watched the way your mini skirt rose as you sat down. He tried to keep his composure. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared up at him innocently, twirling your fingers between strands of your hair.

“Um.. The pain.. It’s.. It’s..” You were too embarrassed to say out loud. So you looked down and then back up at him hoping he’d catch on to what you were trying to tell him. He furrowed his brow a bit as he watched you. But he still wasn’t picking up what you were putting down and you cleared your throat and pointed down to your skirt. “The pain is down there, doctor.. I think it really needs to be looked at..” you hummed as a smirk formed on your lips and you slowly parted your legs. You watched as his expression softened and he gazed down at your parted legs and he swallowed harshly as he stared between your thighs. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it when he was alone with his thoughts and you’d start creeping into his head. The thought of fucking you on his examination table like the little slut you were. “Doctor?” you said softly. He inhaled sharply as you shook him out of his dirty thoughts.

He cleared his throat. “Well.. Uh.. What does the pain feel like, honey?” he asked knowing he would regret that question as his eyes wandered back down to your parted legs. You parted your legs further as you noticed him staring and the further you spread them open the more your skirt lifted and your white panties peeking through just enough for him to see them.

“It’s throbbing doctor.” you said in an airy tone.

“Oh? D-Does this throbbin’ sensation happen often?” he responded with a hum.

“Oh yes, quite often.. I can’t seem to make it stop..” you cooed. You watched as he licked his lips and his breathing grew a bit heavy as he just stared at the teasing glimpse of your panties. “Will look at it, Dr. Carpenter?” you asked innocently.

He could hardly focus with the thought of seeing your pussy on his mind and he cleared his throat once more and nodded at your words. “Yes, honey. I’ll have a look and see what the problem is.” he said in almost a whisper. He walked over to grab you a hospital gown and handed it to you. “Get undressed for me and put this on and I’ll be right back.” he said firmly. You nodded at his words, chewing at the inside of your cheek nervously as you watched him make his way out of the room. You hopped off the table, stripped your clothes off and slipped on the hospital gown leaving the back loosely tied as you sat back on the cold table patiently waiting for him to come back into the room. Dr. Carpenter had never done anything like this with any of the other girls that he had flirted with from time to time. He was nervous because he knew exactly where this was going. He didn’t want to get caught fucking his patient. But he knew no matter how much he wanted to resist that he wouldn’t be able to resist. He gave it another minute before he came waltzing back into the room and locking the door behind him. You both stared at one another for a moment knowing what was going to transpiry in this very room.

Dr. Carpenter slowly walked over to you and he cupped your face in his hands and he leaned down to kiss your lips softly and you felt like you were floating the moment your lips touched and you kissed him back with such desperation until he pulled back. He decided to keep up the little game the both of you were playing. “Lie back for me, honey.” he mumbled. You nodded in response to him and you slowly and carefully laid back against the cold metal table and bent your legs as you spread them open. You took a deep breath feeling your face grow hot because he was now staring at your pussy and had you in a very vulnerable position. You gasped softly when you felt him spread your legs open wider for him, Dr. Carpenter bit his bottom lip at the sight of your beautiful pussy and he stared at it examining every inch and every crevice. “Scoot closer to me, darlin’. I ain’t gonna bite ya.” he said with a smirk. You slowly inched yourself closer toward him. You stared down at him to see him so mesmerized with your pussy. The very sight of him staring at it turned you on, that you could feel yourself becoming wet in that moment. You felt so embarrassed that you started to blush. He watched as your cunt dripped in your sweet nectar and he could feel his pants getting tight from the semi you had given him.

“Now, honey, I’m gonna touch ya and you tell me where the pain is.” he said with a smirk.

“Yes, doctor.” you responded obediently, biting your lip with anticipation of his touch.

You felt the warmth of his hands grasp your thighs and they moved up and down slowly that it brought a shiver down your spine. You caught your breath in your throat as you felt his hands between your thighs now tracing light circles against your soft supple skin. His touch was driving you mad and causing the heat between your legs to become even wetter by the minute that you couldn’t help but let a soft whine escape your lips. “Does it hurt here, baby?” he mumbled between bated breaths. You shook your head at his words, wanting and needing him to move his hand down further to where it needed his attention the most. He smirked and he guided his hand closer toward your aching pussy and a loud gasp escaped your lips when you felt his thumb run along the wet folds of your pussy, brushing teasingly against your clit that your body jolted at the feeling and a soft moan escaping you. “Hm.. I think I’ve found where that throbbin’ was comin’ from, honey.” he hummed.

“Y-You found the exact spot.. Doctor…” you said shakily as you tried to compose yourself.

Before you could even form another sentence the pad of his thumb parted your soaked pussy lips and delicately began to rub your clit. He worked the sensitive bud in slow circles as he kept his touch light. Your eyes rolled back and you inhaled deeply before exhaling sharply and a whimper soon followed. Dr. Carpenter rubbed his other hand soothingly along your right thigh. “I know exactly what ya need to cure this pesky throbbin’ of yours..” the doctor said under his breath. Your ears were ringing and your face felt hot from the sensation you were feeling between your legs as he pressed his thumb harder against your clit and his movements a bit faster and now a string of moans were leaving your lips softly. You knew you had to be quiet because anyone could hear what was going on. But there were no promises that you’d be quiet for long. The more he rubbed your clit the wetter you became and he watched as his thumb was completely covered in your slick and dripping down onto his hand. You suddenly felt his thumb circling around your tight hole and then two of his fingers circled around it until he slowly pushed them inside of you and you let out a crying whimpering. “Are you a good girl? You've been with a lot of men?” he uttered softly as he slipped his fingers out of your wet cunt.

“I-I’m a good girl.. No.. I’ve only had one boyfriend..” you said shakily as your eyes followed the doctor as he stood up from his chair and towered above you.

He smirked. “This pussy of yours belongs to me now.” he hummed as he unlatched the buckle of his belt and slowly began to unbutton his slacks. “Do ya want babies, Y/N?” he asked curiously as he tugged his pants down and cock sprang out fully erect. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously as your eyes widened at the sight of his erection. Then you glanced back up at him to answer his question.

“Y-Yes.. Of course.” you responded. One of his hands reached up to cup your face and his fingertips caressed your cheek slowly. He smirked hearing all he needed and he grasped your hospital gown in his hand and he yanked it off you and tossed it to the floor and the room was so cold that your nipples grew hard from the harsh air as you laid there naked and exposed for the handsome doctor. He grabbed your thighs and tugged you forward wrapping them around his waist and his big erect cock forced its way inside of your tight cunt. You cried out in soft whimpers and moans. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to him before he started thrusting inside of you until he completely bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched against the metal table feeling his cock so deep inside of you, penetrating your tight walls and forcing them open just for him as if your pussy was made for his cock. His strong hands grabbed a hold of your hips as he started slamming his cock inside of you at a steady pace, his groans leaving him long and low.

“Goddamn.. Such a tight fuckin’ pussy..” he grunted as his cock wrecked you with each swift hard thrust he made. Your hands gripped tight onto the metal table as your body bounced with each of his movements and you moaned loudly forgetting that others could possibly hear, but you no longer cared and neither did he as he groaned and grunted louder as your bodies moved in unison together. You whimpered his name on your pouty lips each word coming out more sultry and nearly pornographic from the sounds that followed each word. You suddenly felt empty when he pulled out of you without warning and grabbed you and forced you around onto all fours and you felt him climb up onto the table behind you, his wet cock slapping against your ass and he guided his cock back inside of your warm wet pussy and he tilted his head back as he moaned with pleasure feeling his cock sink back into you. You nearly squealed, feeling his cock slip deep inside of you again.

“Oh, doctor..” you moaned.

You weren’t able to form any kind of sentence as he fucked you rough forcing your face to rest against the cold examining table as he took complete control of your ever move as his hands grasped a handful of your ass, the sound of both of your pleasuring sounds and his hips slapping against your ass filled the quiet echoey room. “Ah fuck.. This pussy feels so damn good ‘round my cock. Gonna make me put a damn baby in ya, honey. Would ya like that? Hm? Have me fuckin’ breed ya like a good whore.” he said between soft groans.

“Yes! P-Please.. I’m yours!” You cried as his cock slammed against your walls stretching your sore cunt wide open. He was going to make sure you knew exactly who owned your pussy now. You belonged to him now. Completely. He was going to make sure you wouldn’t forget it when you walk out of his office today.

He smirked at your obedience. “Atta girl.. Gonna make ya my good little breedin’ whore and give you so many damn babies..” he grunted between his heavy breaths. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on or how much more you could take. You could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach rising to the surface viciously as your body felt almost lifeless and tired. He was reaching his own orgasm as his grunting became louder and his breathing heavier that you could hardly hear his groans between them. His hips bucked and his body grew numb as he was getting closer to cumming. “Oh god, baby.. Gonna make me cum so hard inside ya..” he mewled. His cock throbbed and twitched inside of you as his hips convulsed against your ass and before he realized it he was cumming deep inside of you, painting your walls white with his warm cum that filled you up. The very feeling of that sweet warmth pushed you over the edge that your orgasm hit like freight train and you came hard all over his aching cock. You both moved slowly against one another until you rode out your high. You fell against the metal table nearly exhausted as you felt his cock slip out of your leaking cunt and he climbed off the table. Your body jolted when you felt his fingers pushing his cum back into your pussy.

He already knew that the whole office probably heard what was going on and he helped you off the table and turned you to face him and he kissed you deeply. “You should go, baby..” he mumbled. You kissed him back and let out a soft whimper against his lips, not wanting to leave him after what you just did together, but you nodded at his words. He handed you your clothes and the both of you quickly got dressed. You could feel drops of his cum seeping out of you and into your panties as the two of you composed yourselves and before you could head out the door, he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him and he kissed you so passionately that you felt like you could’ve melted in his arms as you kissed him back deeply. He pulled back and his eyes so piercing and blue stared into your eyes. “You come and see me and I’ll check and see if I made you a mama.. If not, I’ll have to examine you thoroughly again until it takes..” he whispered. You bite your bottom lip at his words, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Yes, Dr. Carpenter.” you responded softly.

He walked you to the door and he cleared his throat when he opened it. He could see that his staff and other patients knew exactly what went on when they saw the two of you. But he ignored it. “Goodbye, Y/N.” he said sternly. You flashed him a smile and giggled softly as you went on your way, glancing back to see him staring at you as he usually did before you disappeared from his sight.

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presleysweetheart · 7 months

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I want him to hold me for hours...

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sissylittlefeather · 7 months

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I'm working on all the 200 celebration requests!! BUT I had already finished this, so I wanted to throw it out there for anyone who might be interested!

The Doctor Will See You Now: a Dr. John Carpenter Story

I love, and I mean LOVE, the character Dr. John Carpenter from the 1969 movie Change of Habit. So, of course, I wrote a fic!

A/N: this is a loooong, slow burn, fluff-tastic extravaganza. And I love it. I hope you do too!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, this one has your regular smutty kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, but also pregnancy and childbirth!!! Do not read if that's going to bother/trigger you, please!

In case you're unfamiliar with this delicious man:

Enjoy:

You're standing on the steps outside of the clinic with your suitcase, looking up at the door. You can hear his voice coming down from his apartment upstairs. He's singing and playing the guitar again at one of his get-togethers. The memory of being at another of his parties with your cousin floods you, especially the part where you stayed behind after everyone else left.

You swallow hard and take a deep breath, clutching the crumpled up paper in your hand. You have no choice but to walk up the steps and ring the doorbell. Hopefully, he comes down alone.

You ring the bell and stand in the hallway waiting. He comes down the stairs carrying his guitar.

"Oh, hello. Did you need the doctor?" He doesn't recognize you. There had been a significant amount of alcohol involved. Maybe he'll remember eventually.

"Yes. I need to see you." He walks down the rest of the stairs and pushes open the clinic door for you. Once inside, he turns back to you.

"I know why you're here." You look up at him suddenly. How could he possibly know?

"I'm not going to do what you want. I don't do that. I'll give you some vitamins and make sure you're healthy, but that's the extent of it." Wait. What?

"You're in trouble, right? Come with me." He walks you back to the exam room. You slowly extend the hand with the paper in it. He takes it, looks down at it, and reads it.

"Just like I thought. You want me to check you out or do you just want the vit--"

"--John, stop." You finally find your voice. When you call him by his first name, he looks up into your face for the first time, really.

"Do we know each other?" You close your eyes and your head drops. He really doesn't remember.

"Yes."

"Well, I'm sorry this happened to you, but I'm still not going to--"

"No. I'm y/n. I came to one of your parties a few months ago. We... I stayed after..." A light of recognition comes on in his mind.

"Oh, you're... I remember now. We had a good time." He smiles at you. Then, you watch as he puts two and two together.

"Wait. You're..." He covers his mouth with his hand and backs up, turning to face away from you. You give him a minute to process what you're saying.

"John--"

"--you're saying this is my baby?!" He turns back to you and you can't tell what kind of look he's giving you. It's a blend of fear, embarrassment, anxiety, and doubt.

"Yes, John. That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"How do you know?"

"Excuse me?!" You feel your temper ignite.

"I'm sorry; I'm not trying to suggest... I'm just..." He sits down in a chair. He's so genuinely caught off guard that you can't stay mad at him. You were pretty shocked too.

"It's yours. Or a miracle has occurred because you're the only man I've been with for a year."

"How did this happen?" You suppress a laugh.

"You're a doctor. Please tell me I don't need to explain to you how this happens."

"No." He smirks at you. "I know that part. I was just pretty sure we took precautions."

"We did. Apparently they failed." You throw your hands in the air and drop them back down. "How doesn't matter. It's happening."

He sits there looking up at you with his eyes wide. Then his expression softens.

"Honey, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. I remember now."

"It's okay. I just- well, I just wanted you to know. And now you do, so I'll just... go..."

"Now, hold on a minute. What do you need from me?" He holds his hands up with his palms open like he wants to offer you something. "Should we- should we get married?" You laugh and he starts laughing with you. You sit down in the chair next to him.

"John, we barely know each other. I appreciate the offer, but no. But I will take whatever help you're willing to give me." You look down at your suitcase and his eyes follow yours to it sitting on the floor.

"Why...?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Y/n, what's going on? You're carrying my baby. I need to know. Why do you have a suitcase?" You try to look away from him. You really didn't want to get him wrapped up in this part. Your plan was to tell him, leave, and then figure out what to do. He wasn't supposed to care this much. He puts his hand under your chin and gently pulls you back to looking at him. You look into his blue eyes and they're full of concern.

"My mom kicked me out."

"Your mom- how old-?" His concern turns to panic.

"I'm 26. I just lived with my mom to help her with bills. I can't afford to pay hers and my own at the same time." He takes a deep breath. Then he realizes this means you're homeless. He stands up and puts his hand out for you to take.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Upstairs. You're going to stay with me." You shake your head.

"No, I can't do that. I can't interrupt your life like that."

"You can't? Honey, I'd say your life is going to be pretty interrupted. It's only fair that mine is too. Now, come on." You take his hand and stand up. He's taking this better than you expected.

******

Upstairs in his apartment, he tells the party that it's time for them to go home. They're disappointed, but they listen when he asks them to clear out. The girls glare at you when they realize he's holding your hand. Once everyone is gone, he goes around cleaning up and you start to help.

"You don't have to do that. You're probably exhausted. I know the first trimester can be tiring." You smile at his level of kindness and concern. You are tired, but you refuse to be a burden.

"No, I'm okay. I can help." He nods slowly and makes sure he does the heavier tasks like rearranging the furniture and taking the trash out. He leaves the small things for you. When he comes back from taking the trash, he sees you at the sink washing the dishes. He has the strangest urge to come up behind you and put his arms around you, but he reminds himself that you're not his girlfriend or wife or anything, really. Still, there's something about having you in his apartment that he really likes.

Once the place is cleaned up, it's almost dinner time. You're starving, but you're trying very hard not to be in the way.

"Are you hungry? You have to be hungry." He stands up and goes to the kitchen.

"I'll make dinner. Is there anything you don't want to eat right now?"

You wonder if he's this accommodating all the time, or if it's just because he feels bad.

"You don't have to do anything special for me, John. Just pretend like I'm not here." He cocks his head to the side and looks at you. Then he comes and sits next to you on the couch, facing you. He takes both of your hands in his.

"Listen, I've had some time to process this now and I'm not worried anymore. I'm happy you're having my kid. I've always wanted to be a dad. And this may not have been exactly how I pictured it, but I'm happy. Will you just let me take care of ya so you can take care of the baby?" You nod and smile, despite yourself. If you had to get pregnant, you're glad it's with him. You sit there looking at him for a second longer and notice yourself almost leaning in to kiss him. He's leaning in slowly, too, his eyes flicking down to your lips. Maybe you should just let this happen.

Suddenly, you're hit with a wave of nausea and it brings you back down to earth. You need to eat. And starting something with him could be really bad if it doesn't go well. You turn and face the kitchen and he clears his throat.

"I'll make us somethin' to eat." He gets up and goes back to messing with pots and pans.

******

For a bachelor, he's a pretty good cook. The chicken and veggies he makes are actually really satisfying and you feel much better after you eat.

Once you're finished, he makes up the couch into a bed. You pick up your suitcase to open it and get your things to go to bed, but he takes it from you and walks into the bedroom. You follow him and he puts it on a chair in his room.

"You can sleep in here. I'll be fine on the couch."

"No, John, I can't-"

"What did I say?" He puts his hand on your cheek in a gesture that's far too intimate, but you let him anyway. "Let me take care of you. That means you sleep in the bed." He pulls a T-shirt and some shorts out of a drawer and heads out of the room. You almost call to him and say he can sleep in the bed with you, but that seems absurd. After he closes the door, you're left standing in there alone, so you open your suitcase and get out some pajamas.

He stands in the living room for a minute, overcome with a longing to curl up in bed with you. He thinks about the almost-kiss that happened on the couch and shakes his head. Neither of you can afford for this to go wrong. He has to be stronger about resisting these silly urges in the future.

******

A month passes with the two of you moving politely around the apartment, going to work and coming home. You take turns cooking and doing the dishes. For the most part, you make pretty good roommates. You wish there was a better solution than him sleeping on the couch, but he assures you he's fine.

One night, you're laying in bed reading when the strangest thing happens. It feels like there's a goldfish in your belly and it's really bizarre. At that moment, you're very glad that you live with a doctor.

"John!" You yell from the bedroom. There's a note of concern in your voice, so he damn near breaks down the door to get to you.

"What's wrong?" He runs in and sits on the bed next to your knees.

"Something weird is happening."

"Is it contractions? What does it feel like?"

"No, it's not painful. It's just... like someone is tickling me from the inside." You look at him with worry in your eyes, but he relaxes almost instantly.

"Honey, the baby is moving. You can feel the baby move."

"Oh!" You respond breathlessly. This is the most amazing feeling. You feel tears start to well up in your eyes and then slide down your cheeks. He scoots closer to you on the bed and holds your face in his hands. His eyes are a little watery too, but he holds back.

"It's amazing..." You choke out. He nods and then the next thing you know, he's kissing you. Your tongue is in his mouth before you even realize what's happening. You sit up and put your arms around his neck, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. His arms are around your waist and he pulls you in close to him. After a few minutes of this, he pulls back from you and presses his forehead against yours. You're trembling as he holds you and you desperately want him to keep kissing you.

"Y/n, we probably shouldn't do this." You feel like someone is squeezing your heart in their hand. He's right.

"I know..." You look down at your lap and he slowly releases you from his arms and moves away. This might be the hardest thing he's ever done, but he knows how important it is for the two of you to stay on good terms. Finally, he tears himself away and walks back to the living room, closing the door gently behind himself.

You lay back down and let the tears stream down your face. But these tears aren't for the baby. They're for you and the way it felt when he kissed you.

He lays down on the couch and looks up at the ceiling. Sleeping is pretty much out of the question as he can't stop thinking about you and the way it felt to have you in his arms.

Everything inside you wants him to come back to you.

Everything inside him wants to go back to you.

Instead, you both close your eyes and spend the night wide awake and wishing.

******

Another month goes by. The first few days after the kiss are awkward, but eventually you settle back into your routine. You've moved a little beyond politeness into friendship, though. You begin reading together in the living room in the evenings and you even have a couple of nights where you play board games. You start cooking together and cleaning together, too. He's everything you hoped he would be in terms of kindness, humor, and good conversation. Still, you're both very careful to maintain a reasonable distance between you.

Your belly has begun to grow and one day he hears you groaning from the bedroom in the morning.

"You alright?" He calls from the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. He no longer shuts the door unless he's actually going to the bathroom.

"My pants won't zip! My dresses are too tight! Your baby is ruining all my outfits!" He laughs and puts his toothbrush back.

"I'm sorry... You had to know this was coming, though."

"Yeah, but knowing something is coming and it actually happening are two different things." You walk out of the bedroom in just your bra and unzipped pants without thinking. His eyes widen when he sees you. You freeze as his gaze moves lower, first to your breasts, and then down to your belly.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" You turn and run back into the bedroom. He has to adjust his pants a little to accommodate what's happening down there. He never dreamed seeing you pregnant with his baby would turn him on so much.

"We can go shopping tomorrow. We'll get lunch and make a whole day of it." He calls to you. You come back out of the room wearing a dress. It's too tight, but at least it zips. His eyes wander back down to your belly again and he has to actively work to not imagine what you look like without the dress.

"Yes. I'm a whale. Will ya quit staring?" You comment sarcastically.

"No, that's not... yeah, I'm sorry." He looks back up at your face. Telling you how attracted to you he is won't help anyone.

******

Another month slides by and you're really starting to look pregnant. He loves it, but he knows he can't tell you. He just has to hold back every time you complain about your weight gain. At least you have some clothes that fit you now. Luckily, no one at work comments on your growing belly. They know you aren't married, but it's the proverbial elephant in the room that your male boss doesn't seem interested in addressing just yet.

One Saturday morning, he puts the paper down and looks at you.

"Yes John?" You ask playfully as he stares.

"I was just thinkin'. Should we get some baby stuff?" The reality that there will be a baby in the apartment in three and a half months slams into you like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, gosh. Yeah, I guess we should." You look around the small apartment. Will the baby sleep in the room with you while he sleeps on the couch?

"Do we need to... move... to somewhere with a bedroom for each of us?" He looks down at the table. He wants to sleep in the bed with you so badly, it almost hurts.

"Maybe. We can look for places. But let's go ahead and get some stuff today, while we have some time." You nod. Every night, you almost ask him to sleep in the bed and every night you don't. But he can't sleep on the couch forever.

******

When you get to the baby store, you suddenly become aware of your lack of wedding ring. You desperately hope no one notices or that they just think you were too poor to buy them.

John follows you and the sales girl around wide-eyed. He had no idea that a baby would need so much or that there would be so many options.

"I think we should probably just start with a bassinet. We can get a crib when the baby is older." You turn and look to him for an answer.

"Oh, yeah, honey, whatever you think is best." The sales girl laughs.

"Your husband is sweet. They never know what to do once they get in here. But some of them are so stingy! You got a good one." She smiles and you laugh nervously. Is it worth it to correct her?

"See, I'm always trying to remind her that I'm a good catch." John smiles at you both, rescuing you from having to say anything. You continue to make your way through the store. Every time you find something you want, you look at him questioningly and he assures you that it's fine. You know he doesn't make much, but he lives pretty modestly, so he must have some savings. When you get to the checkout, you unload his arms onto the counter.

"This is a lot of stuff, John."

"Don't worry about it. Anything for you and the baby." He puts his arm around you and kisses the side of your head affectionately. You're not sure if that was an accident or if he's playing up the husband bit for the sales girl. She clicks her tongue and sighs.

"You guys are the cutest. Your baby is lucky to have parents who love each other so much."

You both laugh nervously and he pays for the merchandise, taking the big bags and following you out of the store.

"What was that all about?"

"What? I didn't want you to have to answer any stupid questions." You nod, a little disappointed that he was acting. In his head, he's reveling in the fact that he got to treat you how he wants to, even for just an hour or two.

******

At Christmas, your belly is so obvious even your boss can't ignore it. He tells you not to come back until after the baby comes. You've got a little over 2 months left.

As you're laying on the couch on Christmas Eve complaining about your stupid boss, John sits at the other end with your feet in his lap. He listens intently, trying to ignore the fact that he wants to crawl on top of you. Even with the baby between you, he wants you. He can't deny it any more. You being pregnant with his baby is a bigger turn on than anything he's ever experienced. Still, he wants to be supportive.

"I'm sorry, honey. But maybe it's better if you just hang around here and rest for a while. You've been working really hard and these last couple months might really take it out of ya."

"Ughhh maybe. I just don't want him to be right."

"I know. But you're always saying how tired you are. Try to see this as a blessing." He puts his hand on your foot and massages it gently.

"That feels really good." You look at him pleadingly. He adds his other hand and starts rubbing your foot with more pressure. You lean your head back and moan. Your feet have been hurting so bad lately. When you moan, he has to adjust the position of your foot, so that it doesn't come in contact with his erection. He moves to your other foot and starts humming quietly, trying to calm himself down. But when he does, you feel something. You sit up straight on the couch, pulling your feet from him.

"Sing again."

"Honey, what-"

"Just sing again." He obliges and starts singing quietly. You gasp. There it was again.

You grab his hand and put it on your belly.

"Keep singing." He does, but he's also looking at you like you're crazy. After a few seconds, he feels it. The baby is kicking at the sound of his voice.

"Oh my god, y/n, that was incredible!"

"Don't stop! The baby likes your voice." He keeps singing and the baby keeps kicking against him. He stops and laughs, his throat getting thick and tears gathering in his eyes.

"Talk to the baby." You smile at him. He kneels down next to your belly while you lay on the couch.

"Hi baby... I'm your daddy... I love you..." he says it in a sweet, sing-songy voice that melts you. The baby kicks again and he looks at you in awe.

You sit up with him in between your legs. The couch is low to the ground, so you're eye level with him. He puts his hand on your neck, with his fingers in your hair and his thumb on your cheek. Slowly, carefully, he pulls your face to his and softly puts his lips on yours. The kiss is so sweet that your stomach flip flops and you're pretty sure it's not the baby. Then you pull back from him.

"I should go to bed." You whisper it. He sighs and hangs his head.

"Yeah, I guess you should." He gets up from his place on the floor and helps you stand up from the couch. You walk away from him to the bedroom.

"Goodnight, John."

"Yeah. Goodnight." You go into the room and slip on one of his t-shirts. It's the only sleep attire that fits you at this point. You sit on the edge of the bed and look up at the ceiling. You want him to come into the room and make you his so badly that you can barely breathe.

He sits on the couch with his head in his hands. This is so fucking stupid.

Finally, you hear a soft knock on the door. You get up and walk to it, opening it slowly. He pushes it the rest of the way open, where it slams against the wall. He takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately, his tongue moving against yours with a hunger that you've never experienced before. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and he pulls you in as close as he can with your pregnant belly between you. You walk backwards until you get to the edge of the bed. He lays you down gently and positions himself half next to you and half on top of you. He traces the side of your face down to your chin with his finger.

"We shouldn't..."

"Shhh, honey. I'm tired of pretending like I don't spend every second wanting this. Aren't you?"

"Yes." You answer breathlessly. He's all you've wanted since the day you walked up to the clinic. But you never dreamed he wanted you too. He presses another kiss onto your lips, moving his hand down your body. You cringe when he gets to your belly.

"I'm sorry. I must be disgusting to you."

"Are you kidding me? I've never been more attracted to a woman in my life. Your pregnant belly is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And I don't have a fetish for pregnant women. But that's my baby. And something about that drives me absolutely wild." You smile at him. It's impossible not to believe him when he's looking at you like he could devour you at any second.

"Can I see you? Please?" It's hard not to smile at his eagerness. You slide his T-shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your panties. He looks at you like he's never seen a naked woman before. His eyes are wide and he reaches out to touch you softly, starting at your shoulder and moving down carefully. He gently squeezes one of your breasts and then slides his hand further down your belly. But he doesn't stop. He goes all the way down to the place between your legs that has been aching for him for months. He leans in and kisses you deeply as he slides his hand under your panties and pushes his middle finger into you.

"Oh God." You moan into his mouth. You've obviously been with a man before, but something about this is giving you pleasure you never thought possible. He kisses down your body, nibbling and sucking on you as he goes, until he gets to your center, where he pulls your panties off of you. He adds his tongue to his fingers and it feels like you might die from the insane ecstasy of what he's doing. You can't tell if it's him or the pregnancy or both, but you really don't care in this moment.

"Fuck, John, don't stop." You beg as you feel your climax building. It's rushing toward you like water over a dam and you want nothing more than to tumble into oblivion at his doing. He moves his tongue over and around your clit, teasing and sucking you until you almost can't stand it anymore. He pulls his fingers out and fucks you with his tongue, dragging it up your slit again to the top and pushing his fingers back into you.

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck!" You scream as your orgasm slams into you from every different direction, sending bolts of pleasure out to your extremities and knocking out the hearing in your left ear. You shudder and quake as your center throbs around his fingers. When you finally can't stand it anymore, you run your fingers through his hair and push him back off of you. He moves up your body stopping to kiss and caress your breasts again before he gets to your mouth. The taste of yourself on his lips makes you crazy and you push him back onto his back. You pull his shorts down and off while he pulls his shirt over his head. Then, you climb on top of him and slide him inside of you.

"Oh shit, y/n." He moans at the feeling of you around him. You begin to move up and down on him, your hands pressed into his chest, riding him. He throws his head back and you watch in delight as his eyes roll back in his head and he bites his bottom lip.

"God, yes, honey, never stop." He manages to get out as you grind on top of him, pushing his dick deeper and deeper inside you. You continue fucking him with everything you've got, determined to bring him to an orgasm as least half as good as your own. In the process, you feel another one threatening to overcome you as well. You have to stop for a second and he holds your hips, thrusting into you from underneath, pushing you closer and closer. He's slamming into with an urgency that makes you crazy.

"I'm gonna come, honey." He whispers as he pounds into you.

"John, you can't get me pregnant twice." He opens his eyes and looks at you like that's something he hadn't thought of. You move together in a rhythm that is so close to sending you both over the edge. The depth of your desire is obvious by the way your hips meet over and over again. You ride him steadily until the inevitable end overtakes you both.

"Fuck yes, y/n!" He cries out as you feel his warmth inside you and you tumble headfirst off a cliff into your own release. You feel like you're somewhere between flying and falling for a good minute before you land back on earth with him underneath you. You roll off of him and lay on your back beside him. He props himself up on his elbow next to you and looks at you. He brushes your face with his fingertips and traces the outline of your lips. It's a gesture so sweet and intimate that it makes you want to cry. Then, he leans in and kisses your cheek gently. You turn your head and look him deeply in his blue eyes.

"Sleep in the bed with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I don't ever want to sleep without you again." He smiles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you in close to him. You kiss the end of his nose and get up to go to the bathroom. When you come back, you slide your panties and his T-shirt back on and join him in the bed, where he's put his shorts on and settled in to sleep. He opens his arms for you to snuggle in against him. He looks at the clock on the wall. 12:07.

"Merry Christmas, honey."

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You spend the next two months getting things ready for the baby and going at it like rabbits any time you get the chance. Now that your relationship has moved to the next level, you're both happier than you ever have been. Still, a small part of you wonders if this is the smartest choice, considering the reality of the baby coming. You're not married, so what is there to hold you together if things go wrong? Hopefully, the baby will be enough.

Around Valentine's Day, a nasty blizzard hits. You decide to spend the holiday weekend in bed together.

On Saturday, after making love twice in one night, you settle into bed with John around 11pm. He's sleeping quietly beside you when you wake up suddenly. What is that?! Your back feels like it's having a muscle cramp and your belly feels tight. It passes, though, so you try to go back to sleep. About fifteen minutes later, it happens again. You keep trying to go to sleep, but it keeps happening. Then, the muscle cramp moves around to the front of your stomach and becomes significantly more painful. When it happens again around five minutes later, you gently shake John to try to wake him up.

"What's happening?" He asks groggily, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

"I think I'm having contractions." He sits up in bed. He's wide awake now.

"How long have you been having them? How far apart are they? Are they very painful?" Sometimes you forget he's a doctor and sometimes it's glaringly obvious. You don't have much time to think about it though before it hits you again and you double over in pain, wincing noticeably. He looks at the clock to start timing how much time there is between them and rubs on your lower back gently.

"You're okay, honey. Hold my hand." You take his hand and squeeze it until the contraction passes. That's when you feel a small pop inside you and you wet your pants.

No. You didn't wet your pants.

"John, something happened."

"Can I?" He gestures that he wants to feel between your legs. He's been down there so much recently that you don't even flinch. When he does, he smiles.

"Your water broke. We're havin' a baby!" He jumps out of bed and grabs the bags you have packed to take with you to the hospital. But your next contraction comes faster than he expected. And he looks out the window to the driving snow gathering on the street. There are no cabs out in this weather.

"Honey, I need to check you and see how dilated you are." You look at him with a certain amount of fear in your eyes, but he speaks calmly and reassuringly.

"It's not hard. I've done it a thousand times." You nod. In this moment, you're very glad he's a doctor. He checks you to see where you are and he arranges his face to be comforting. You know him well enough to know he's concerned, though.

"You're already at six centimeters. Even if we could get a cab, I wouldn't feel safe putting you in it with this weather."

"We're having a baby at home?" You look at him with a worried expression.

"We're having a baby at home. Good thing daddy is a doctor." He smiles at you gently. You can tell he's trying very hard to keep you calm.

"I'm going to run down to the clinic and grab some supplies. Are you okay here? I'll be right back."

"John, please don't leave me."

"Honey, we need some things. I promise I'll be right back. Stay right here in the bed." He pats your knee and stands up just as another contraction crashes over you. You grab his hand and he stays with you until it passes. Then he moves quickly out the front door. He makes good on his promise to return quickly too, but you've already had another contraction in the meantime. They're coming closer and closer together.

When he gets back to you, he has a bunch of stuff tucked up under his arm. He kisses your forehead and sets it all down on the bed.

"You're doing great, honey. Just keep breathin' through 'em. I'm right here." You nod and try to breathe deeply as another contraction hits. He lays out some waterproof pads on the bed and sits you on top of them. Then he sets a clamp and some scissors on a towel and grabs another clean towel from the bathroom. He puts on a pair of gloves and says he needs to check you again, since the contractions are coming faster and stronger. You let him because at this point you trust him to do just about anything.

"Eight centimeters. We're gettin' close."

"I'm getting close! What are you doing?!" You're not sure where that came from. He laughs.

"You're right, honey, you're doing all the work. And you're doing a great job." He kisses the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you."

A half hour passes and you're pretty sure you're going to die.

"John, I can't do this. We need to go to the hospital."

"Honey, you're almost done. That's why you feel this way. Hang on just a little bit longer." He checks you one last time and smiles widely.

"I can feel the baby's head. It's time to push."

"MORE WORK?! I CAN'T."

"Yes, you can. You're almost finished. Just this last part and then we'll have our baby." He holds your hand and coaches you through pushing, ignoring the pain in his hand as you squeeze it. After about twenty minutes, you hear his voice change.

"One more, honey! You're almost there!" You give your last ounce of strength and push as hard as you can. He catches the baby as it comes out and wraps it in the clean towel. There's a flurry of activity as he does everything that needs doing and you hear the baby crying. You know he would've normally handed the mother the baby by now, but he's having a hard time passing it to you. You hold your hands out to him and he finally does.

"She's beautiful, honey. You did so well."

"She?!" You exclaim, taking the baby as he hands her to you.

"Oh! Yes, she! And she's perfect." He sits beside you on the bed and wraps his arm around you. When he kisses your cheek, you feel that there are tears on his face. You look down at your baby and he's right. She is perfect.

You press your lips to her forehead gently. She's a dream come true and you can't believe how much you love her.

"John, can we call her Angela? She's a perfect little angel."

"Angela. It suits her."

******

A few hours later, Angela is swaddled and sleeping peacefully in her bassinet. You're snuggled up with John on the bed.

"I can't believe I did that."

"You did do it. You had a baby." You look up at him.

"Our baby."

"Honey, I have something I've been meaning to talk to you about and now seems like as good a time as any." A wave of mild fear washes over you. He sounds serious.

He walks over to one of his drawers and pulls something out of it. Then he comes back and sits next to you on the bed.

"Y/n, I love you. I've loved you for a long time. Really since you showed up on my doorstep and told me you were pregnant. I just didn't know it. And I spent too much time trying to pretend like I wasn't feeling what I was." He holds up a black box and opens it to reveal a small silver ring. You let out a tiny gasp.

"I can't come up with any reasons why we shouldn't get married." He takes the ring out of the little box and slides it onto your finger.

"I can't either. I love you too, John." He kisses your fingers and then leans in and kisses your lips.

"So, that's a yes?"

"It's a yes!" He laughs and kisses you on the lips again. You stay like that, wrapped around each other, for as long as you can. Then, you snuggle in together and try to get some sleep. You have a long life together to look forward to and this is just the beginning.

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Again, not sure who to tag, but I'm going to give it a shot for a couple of you. Hope you enjoy it!

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Dr. John has my heart ❤️

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Walter Hale, Jess Wade, Steve Grayson and Dr. John Carpenter (ECU) as caregivers

Walter Hale (The Trouble With Girls, 1969):

Walter definitely strikes me as the type to adapt to whatever you need. If you need someone gentle, he's there to coddle you. If you need someone stricter, he's there with rules. Whatever you need, he's got. I get the feeling he'd be good with a kiddo who is real small (0-2), but I think if push came to shove he'd also be able to take care of someone older. It all depends on the chemistry.

If he knows you're stressed or teetering over the edge of a breakdown, he has no problem 'forcing' you to regress. He's very naturally manipulative, so it works like a charm. If you're ranting and raving about something, he'll literally come up to you and just pop your pacifier in your mouth with a knowing "better?" He loves when you sit on his lap while he's in meetings, and he has no qualms about walking around the Chautauqua with you on his hip. If anyone has anything to say about your regression, they answer to him. He's the one that you go to when you need to regress, but just...can't.

He absolutely loves buying you pretty little outfits so he can show you off to all his friends, but god-forbid they cast one lustful look in your direction and they're dead before daylight. He doesn't let you get your hands dirty. He loves spoiling you, and delights in your happiness.

He loves when you call him "daddy", and when he's stressed due to work or whatever else, he'll ask you to cuddle with him. It's beneficial to the both of you; he gets to relax, and you get to spend time with him. It's a win-win!

Jess Wade (Charro!, 1969):

He is naturally very stoic, and has a resting bitch face, so he would not be great with a regressor who is incredibly sensitive. He likes taking care of older kiddos (5-9), but doesn't mind taking care of the real little ones too.

He definitely would be the type to tell you to stop crying, then go all wide-eyed and gentle when you just cry harder. He's very straightforward, and expects you to communicate when you are upset and not make him do mental gymnastics to figure out what's bothering you. If you're having a meltdown, he'll usually just leave you to cry it out unless you explicitly state that you want him there.

He doesn't really have rules, but if you are acting particularly rude or just downright mean, he does serve punishments. They are more traditional, like writing lines, cleaning one spot over and over, or standing in a corner. Always tells you afterwords how proud he is of you for handling your punishment well.

This man has absolutely NO paternal instinct, so he learns along the way. If you're having a particularly rough day, big or little, he takes you out on his horse. Sometimes, he'll grab one of his cowboy hats and play peek-a-boo with you. Your laugh is the only thing that can bring a light smile to his face. He will never ask it of you, but his heart would melt into a puddle of goo if you called him "papa."

He likes nonchalant and domestic forms of intimacy, like cleaning up around the house for you and bringing you a flower bouquet he picked himself. His favorite activity, though, is doing shared activities together in silence, eg. reading separate books, but sitting close together.

Steve Grayson (Speedway, 1968):

Steve would not consider himself to be a caregiver whatsoever, but rather just an older brother! He himself is a regressor, but stays in an old enough headspace that he's able to keep a close eye on you. He loves to sit on the floor with you and get lost in a silly game. He adores taking naps with you, but will still knock out for a few (hours) even if you don't.

He himself is very hyperactive, so he would be good with a little that has a vibrant personality and a whole lotta energy! The two of you spend hours running around at a playground, just laughing and having fun because damn it, you both deserve to be happy. He loves booping your nose and squishing your cheeks.

He takes you on fancy ice cream parlour dates once a week! You little meances order 4 scoops of ice cream with all the toppings you can pile on! (...It has enough sugar to put an old woman in a coma.) He doesn't really care about how much sugar you have, as long as you don't get a tummy ache.

He doesn't like titles, but he doesn't mind nicknames! His favorites are "Vee" and "Stevie!"

Although he is an older brother figure, he has some small rules in place for your safety. He asks that you hold his hand when crossing the street, ask him if there's something on a shelf you can't reach, etc. Just little things he can do to keep you safe and make you more comfortable!

Dr. John Carpenter (Change Of Habit, 1969):

He would make an incredible caregiver for anyone struggling with a mental illness or trauma disorder. He understands how delicate someone can be when regressed, so he is very conscious of the things he says and does around you. He understands your brain better than you do, and can tell when you're going to regress beforehand.

He is very helpful when it comes to working through sensory overloads, meltdowns and outbursts. He is so calm and patient, always looking at you with kind eyes. He never punishes you for expressing how you are feeling, but does encourage you to discuss with him the emotions and thought process' behind your words and actions.

Touch is something incredibly special to him, so he's very careful about it. He loves cradling you close to him, especially when you're upset.

He doesn't give you rules, and he lets you "take the lead", so to speak. You go to bed when you can't keep your eyes open, he lets you eat all the sweets you want until you're satisfied, and he doesn't ever force you to regress. But, he does establish somewhat of a routine to make sure you're taking good care of yourself. Something that remains consistent in your routine is that when he notices you're getting super tired, he gives you tummy rubs. He likes playing dolls with you, mainly because he pays attention to the stories you create. Sort of like play therapy!

He would be good with any little (and is good with people in general), but I get the feeling he would be really awesome taking care of a little who has a newborn or baby headspace.

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Requested: Elvis Presley in “Change of Habit” (1969)

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Mister Hale and Dr Carpenter 🛐

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Elvis Presley during last scene from movie 'Change of Habit' (1969).

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The Doctor Will See You Now… Part Two

Pairing: John Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 2,617

Warnings: SMUSMUTSMUT 18+ Unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), rough deep throating, fingering, dirty talk, praise, use of the word whore, breeding kink, use of medical equipment.

Author's Notes: LORD HAVE MERCY. I hope my John Carpenter besties enjoy this second part. Thank you once again for all your dirty little prompts that made this random mini series happen. Love y'all. Also possible spelling errors because I'm too lazy to fix them.

Part One

"You're doin' so good for me.."

Since that day in the examination room with Dr. Carpenter you couldn’t stop thinking about it or him and the way he felt inside of you, or the way he spoke to you. It had been almost two weeks since you last saw him. It felt as if he was avoiding you because of his nurses catching on to his lustful and inappropriate behavior with you. He had scheduled an appointment for you to come in and see him again so he could check if you were pregnant. But that was weeks away because he wanted to give it time. But you couldn’t wait that long. You needed to see him. So you made your way down to his office and when you went inside the nurses had all been distracted by their patients and the young nurse sitting by behind the desk up front was too busy reading her magazine to notice you as you snuck by past her. You usually would fake sick just to see him but after last time everyone knew what the two of you were up to. You went looking for his office and you smiled happily when you found it and the door was open and he was busy looking over some paperwork as he sat behind his desk. You watched him for a moment before you knocked on the door. He assumed you were one of the nurses so he didn’t even bother to look up as he spoke. “Yes, nurse?” he said softly as he shuffled through his papers. You giggled quietly as you stepped into the room.

“Hello, Dr. Carpenter.” you said sweetly.

He’d recognize that voice anywhere and he looked up from his papers and his eyes widened from the sight of you and he jumped out of his chair and he quickly walked over to shut the door behind you. To say he was surprised to see you would be an understatement. “Uh, what are ya doin’ here, Y/N? I had an appointment scheduled for you in a few weeks.” he whispered. You bit your lip and moved closer toward him and your hands clutching onto his belt as you pressed yourself against him and you leaned up to kiss his lips softly and he returned your loving kiss before he pulled you back.

“I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?” you giggled and your hands still gripping his belt as you began to unbuckle it and then unbutton his pants. You stared up at him with those innocent eyes of yours. He cleared his throat trying to hold back his groan as he felt your hand pressed up against his cock, swallowing harshly.

“I-I missed ya too, honey. But y-you can’t be here today..” he uttered softly. You raised an eyebrow at his words and then looked down at his cock that was already erect and ready for you. You smirked to yourself as you slowly sank down to your knees before him and you looked up at the handsome doctor, ignoring what he said and tugging his pants down just enough to get his cock out of his pants and you licked your lips at the very sight of it. You wrapped your hand around the shaft of his cock and tucked back his foreskin with your other hand and you dragged your tongue around the head of his cock tasting the saltiness of his precum coating your tongue. He let out a long and low moan as his head rested up against his office door. “Fuck baby..” he mumbled under his breath. You kept your eyes on him as you swirl your tongue around his head once more and then down along his entire shaft and he groaned loudly. You slowly pulled back with a smirk.

“What were you saying, doctor? I shouldn’t be here?” you hummed as you pressed soft kisses along his cock batting your eyes up at him with a smirk.

“Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath and he grabbed a handful of your hair holding in a makeshift ponytail and wrap some of it around his wrist. “Shut up and take this cock into that little whore mouth of yours.” he growled and he forced his cock into your mouth and groaned loudly as he forced it deep. You gagged softly when you felt his cock hit the back of your throat and you grabbed a hold of his thighs your nails digging right into them as he took control and roughly fucked your face and you squealed softly around his cock as you choked and gagged. The saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin. Your eyes watering and ruining a bit of your mascara and you finally managed to pull away so you could get some air. He groaned, licking over his lips. “You okay, honey? Was that too much for ya?” he said with a smirk. You shook your head at him as you took in some air. He grinned and pulled you back down by your hair and forcing his cock back into your mouth and bobbing your head on his cock as he used you for his pleasure and causing the most obscene noises escape you and now you were drooling on his cock and he finally pulled you away and you coughed softly trying to catch your breath as your chin dripped in your saliva onto your dress. “Goddamn, woman.. I ain’t gonna let ya make me cum yet.” he chuckled.

You giggled softly as you wiped your mouth clean, staring up at him with a smirk. He helped you back up on your feet and you stared up at him running your hands along his shirt. “I think I’m ready for my examination now.. It’s been throbbing for you..” you cooed. He combed his fingers through your hair as he smiled down at you and he kissed you deeply and you let out a soft moan against his lips as you returned his kiss.

“We’ll get to that, baby.” he hummed as his hands cupped your face and his eyes stared deeply into yours. “Now tell me, since I last saw ya.. Have you been experiencing any pregnancy symptoms?” he asked. You shrugged because you hadn’t really noticed any kind of changes and your period had been on time. He raised an eyebrow and you let out a soft gasp when he groped your breasts in his hands and kneaded them slowly in his grasp. “Does that feel tender when I do that, honey?” he uttered. You shook your head slowly, biting on your bottom lip, not wanting him to move his hands. He gave you a nod and pulled his hands away and you let out a needy little whimper, wanting more. He could tell you were so impatient and he chuckled as he shook his head. He led you over to his desk and he pushed off all his things onto the ground and he lifted you up and plopped you down onto his desk, which only turned you on more. He got so close that his lips hovered over your own and you could feel his breath against your mouth. “Take your dress off for me, baby. Slowly.” he demanded. You nodded and slowly began to unbutton your dress and he captured his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of your bare breasts. You slowly let the dress drop in a puddle on his desk and you kicked off your heels leaving you in just your white panties. He smirked as he ran his big hands over your thighs. “Panties too, baby.” he mumbled.

You giggled and shimmed out of your panties and kicked them from around your ankles onto the floor. You watched as Dr. Carpenter grabbed his medical bag and rifled through it for a moment before pulling out a speculum from his bag. You raised an eyebrow looking at the medical tool as he walked back over to you.

“What’s that?” you asked curiously.

“What I use for my exams, honey. I know they look scary, but I’ll be gentle.” he said softly.

“You didn’t use them before..” you murmured.

“Mm, I know. But I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt ya too bad last time so I wanna get a good look, now lie back.” he responded. You took a deep breath and nodded keeping your eyes on the speculum as you leaned back on your elbows on his desk and bringing your knees up and parting your legs for him and once again having your pussy on full display for him and he sat down in his chair and wheeled himself over between your legs. “Now I want ya to take a deep breath for me, honey. You’ll feel some pressure..” he said soothingly. He slowly inserted the speculum inside of you and you shut your eyes tight feeling slight pressure and the coldness of the metal as he opened you up with them and you winced softly. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll all be over in a moment. He smirked at the sight of your very exposed and very open pussy and he checked to see that everything was in order. “Just to be thorough let me just feel that everythin’ is good.” he smirked and reached over for some rubber gloves snapping them onto his hands once he slipped them on. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth as you slowly opened your eyes to watch him as he moved closer between your legs.

“Ya may feel some more pressure..” he hummed as he slipped two of his glove-covered fingers into your open pussy, feeling around inside of you and you gasped and your body slightly jolted at the feeling because it wasn’t pressure.. It was a pleasure you had never felt before. As he moved his fingers knuckle deep around inside of you he sneakily slipped another finger inside watching as your pussy was becoming wet with his every move. It caused a soft moan to escape your slightly parted lips. He smirked at the delightful sound continuing his thorough examination and watching with lust in his eyes how your slick coated his gloves and the sounds leaving you grew louder with every movement. “That’s a good girl..” he cooed.

“I-Is it supposed to feel like this?” you said between your whimpering moans.

“Mhm.. You’re doing so good for me..” he hummed as his fourth finger slipped inside of you causing you to moan louder, your eyes rolled back and before you could even comprehend what your body was feeling the noises that left you nearly took your breath away as you came all over his hand. He smirked at the wonderful sight of your cum seeping out of your throbbing pussy as he slipped his fingers and the speculum out of you and you shuddered at the feeling. “It’s working just like it’s supposed to and ready to be filled.” he said with a grin plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair and slipped his gloves off and dropped them into the trash. Your head was spinning as you laid on his desk staring up that ceiling and trying to compose yourself as he walked back over to you and his hands ran along your legs.

“Are ya ready for the next part of your examination?” he asked with a smirk.

You sat up on your elbows and looked right at him, nodding your head so eager and chewing on your bottom lip. “Yes, please.” you mewled. You watched as he began to unbuckle his belt and your eyes grew wide at the sight of erection and when tugged his pants down you grew even more excited. He grabbed your legs and held them up and forced them further back and grabbed your hands to make you hold them in place. Your pussy was the only thing he wanted to see as he grabbed your waist and tugged you forward. He slowly guided his cock deep into the warmth and wetness of your cunt and groaned lowly as his cock sunk into you. He had missed the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock that he couldn’t help himself when he started roughly slamming his cock deep inside of you his pace quick and hard that he had the entire desk moving along with his movements and you cried out his name as you moaned doing your best to keep a hold on your legs as they dangled in the air.

“Mm.. You’re such a good little slut lettin’ me fuck ya and dump my seed inside ya.” he grunted between his loud moans. His cock was forcing you open and hitting right against your walls so forcefully that the pain was even becoming pleasurable. You were already so sensitive from his fingers being so deep inside of you that your body was shaking and you whimpered and cried for him to not stop. Your pleading only furthered his pleasure as he wrecked your pussy and his balls slapping against you. It all felt so good that you didn’t even notice your legs growing numb from the position that they had been in for a while.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” you squealed, feeling your orgasm rising and burning within you.

“That’s it, mama.. Cum for me..” he grunted loudly.

Those words were all you needed to hear to push you right over the edge into that euphoric feeling. All your muscles felt like they were tightening, your body numb with pleasure and your breathing heavier than ever as you came all over his cock and the moment you did was when he completely lost all control and he held you down on his cock as his orgasm hit right when yours did and he came hard inside you, ropes of his warm cum filling every inch of your used and bruised cunt. The both of you rocking back and forth against one another milking every last drop of each other until you came to a complete stop and he slide his cock out of you and before his cum could come seeping out he shoved his fingers right into your pussy and held them there so that you didn’t waste a drop of his seed. “I expect you to make me a daddy.” he said beneath heavy breaths. Your ears were ringing and you just nodded at his words not being able to say a word. He removed his fingers from your aching cunt and you felt a shiver run down your spine as your body collapsed onto his desk tiredly. He cleaned himself up and fixed himself as he slipped his pants back on. He grabbed his white doctor’s coat needing to tend to his patients that were probably waiting for him. He walked over to you and leaned down to kiss your lips softly and you kissed so hungrily and desperate that when he pulled away a soft whine escaped you.

“I expect to see you again for the appointment I scheduled. You know your way out.” he said sternly as he composed himself one more time before he headed out of his office, shutting the door behind him and leaving you to lay naked over his desk as his cum slowly dripped from you. You pondered for a moment in the silence if what you were doing with the doctor was right or if you were actually ready for a child. But that thought was fleeting just as fast as it came because you knew you’d do anything for Dr. Carpenter.

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babylovepresley · 2 years

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mentally im dating dr. john carpenter, deke rivers & tulsa mclean all at once

#idk who i’d work best with #hopefully theyd all like me or think i was nice at least heheh #daydreaming about sitting on dr john’s lap in his office before the clinic opens #we’d be all giggly and id keep kissing him GOD #daydreaming about deke and laying in a field with him and just staring at the night sky silently #holding hands and id lay my head on his chest and softly ever so softly fall asleep affer giving him a lil kiss and his arms around me #MEANWHILE #daydreaming about being a reporter that tulsa meets at the bar and pines after #he’d hold me so close and tell me im smart and id kiss and hug him so tight GOLLY #anyways its delusional hours #i love them i love them i love them #elvis in my eyes <3 #elvis #elvis presley #deke rivers #loving you #dr john carpenter #dr john <3 #change of habit #tulsa mclean #gi blues

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jhoneybees · 4 months

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Stutter

Lordy lord☝️

Hehehe another fic! This one is a John Carpenter fic and I hope you enjoy it!! I was watching the 'Change of Habit', movie yesterday and thought he's such a nice man😮‍💨 and here's a fun fact about me if anyone is interested is that I have a stutter! The reader in this fic has one as well! It's a pain in the a- @hooked-on-elvis for the tags !!

My brain is finally cooperating with me again but I don't wanna jinx it 🫣 And I'm sorry that a lot of my fics include crying, I just can't get enough of crying comfort fics😭

Characters: John Carpenter X stuttering!reader

Warnings/triggers: Doctor clinics, stuttering, crying

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This week hasn't been going smoothly for you, and it’s all your stutter’s fault. One thing you couldn’t spit words out when a couple of ladies were asking you for directions to the nearest post office and then when you had to call the dentist to make an appointment, it tied your damn words down. It’s absolute torture and you were so fed up with it. You've had this speech impediment for as long as you can remember and everyday you wish it would just disappear, out of your life, away from your worries but you had to learn that it's only fair for each individual to have their own problems in their lives but you still thought about that wish of yours. Sometimes…Well daily it makes you cry thinking about how hard it is to deal with.

Something that helps your stutter though is John, John Carpenter, your beloved boyfriend. He's always been there for you whenever you want to pour all your concerns out, about anything your brain can think of. He’d always listen and you couldn't ask for any other guy than him, he's all you need. Just someone who would look past your evidently painful stutter and just patiently waits for your next words. He knows about your stutter and understands how hard it can be because he often works with people with problems like this and he has told you several times if you want help, he is always there but you just think John has enough on his plate of taking care of himself and his patients so having his girlfriend to take care of as well? In your brain it seems like it's too much for him. Yes John is a doctor and that’s his job to take care of others but oh you couldn't possibly burn your wonderful hard-working boyfriend out, you really couldn't bother him with your problems even though he wouldn’t mind at all and would be happy to help.

One afternoon, as you were sitting on the couch those worrying thoughts were constantly circling your mind and you just wanted them to go away so you decided to go to John's clinic for a visit, to get your mind off things.

As you arrive and open the door into the foyer, you peer through the window of the clinic door to see John talking to a patient, who you think is the last one for the day. Quietly you turn the door knob and make your way inside. John notices you walk in so he says goodbye to the patient and waves a hand to gesture for you to follow him. Taking you to his office for some privacy. “How's my girl doing hm?” he asks as he watches you close the door and hang your purse up on the cloak stand. You hum softly “Good, b-been good” silently sitting down on a chair opposite from his, brushing a strand behind your ear. John smiles, “Busy week?” You shake your head and lift your eyes up to look at his “N-no, p-pretty quiet this week…I-I- I didn't have a lot on my sched-..schedule” nodding his head he hums in response. “Aren't ya lucky… been crazy busy in the clinic this week” he sighs and snickers to himself.

You smile small and giggle slightly “Mhm, a-alot of..of- of sick people?” asking in a quiet tone. John chuckles “injured, mostly injured” nodding as your eyes trail down to the papers on his desk, the troubling thoughts crawling back into your head. “Mhm…” John's smile returns and his eyebrows furrow a little. “Something on your mind honey?” your eyes dart back up into his and you laugh nervously and brush it off “Oh no..N-no just- just tired ‘s all” giving him a small smile before you go back to your zoned out state. With his ankle resting on his knee and leaning back in his chair and his hand wiping under his nose, he watches you quietly. Seeing your eyes sadden and your arms resting at your sides, presuming you were twiddling with your thumbs under the table. “Ya sure you're tired?” Earning a silent nod. He stays silent for a few moments, continuing to watch as you sulk. “You don't look tired..” he states, you breathe in briefly and look at him “John, I am just tir-...” he raises an eyebrow making you sigh. “Fine I'm not tired” your posture slouches. John breathes out “What's ya thinking about baby?” tilting his head to the side, his eyes staying glued to your face. Looking down at your lap, you bite your lip gently “M-my…my s-s-stut-” you huff out being so sick of it, John nodding slowly “Take your time honey” you take in a deep breath and slowly break down the word “stut..ter, stutter”

It’s embarrassing, making tears well up in your eyes and you shyly wipe your nose. your breath trembling, “I-its annoying…it- it really is'' John's face softens and he leans his body closer, resting his arms on the desk. Humming softly, he listens as you tell him your woes. “I'm sick of it…s-so sick of it” your breath hitching quietly before an unexpected sob escapes your mouth.

“Aw honey…” you bury your face into your hands. John gets up from his chair and walks around his desk, shifting your chair to face him as he kneels on one knee. Clicking his tongue and prying your hands away to cup your cheeks. His eyes move from one eye to your other as you pitifully cry.

“I-it’s so annoying! E-every t-time I try to speak..i-it won’t let me!” you sniffle, John nods and hums then a small grin grows on his face “You’re speaking right now” he raises an eyebrow and snickers softly, you gently swat his shoulder “I meant speaking clearly!” you exclaim making John laugh louder “M’sorry I know what you mean darling, I know” his hands rest on your knees, caressing with his thumbs. You wipe your tears away with the back of your hands, sniffling one last time. John smiles “Want a hug?” he asks as he holds his arms out, you accept. Both standing up “ It really is a pain isn’t it?” he sighs, you nod quietly as you rest your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.

John sighs again and kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back soothingly. Staying quiet for a while before John speaks up “Would a lollipop make you feel better?” to which you agree “mhm…” Pulling away, John walks back around to open a drawer to pick out a lollipop for him to walk back, holding it in front of you “Here..” you shyly take the sweet and attempt to open the wrapper, frowning in frustration. John shakes his head and chuckles again “I’ll get it” taking the lollipop out of your hand and with ease, he unwraps it. “Thank you” you say quietly. Pecking your forehead lightly, John admires you with love in his eyes.

“it’ll get better through time”

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis fans #70s elvis #60s elvis #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #i love him #change of habit #elvis fanfiction #elvis fandom

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