#Elvis Presley John carpenter

[rosepresley68]

X; Are you going to the doctor again?

Me; if I feel very bad

X; Are you sure that guy is helping you? Maybe you should see someone else.

Me: It's not necessary, he makes me feel good... I-I mean he helps me a lot!

THE DOCTOR;

[lustnhim]

' rubberneckin ' — john carpenter x fem! reader

note: requested / warnings: p in v sex, fingering, age-gap, elvis calls reader ‘little one’, breeding kink, very unprofessional doctor carpenter, based on the scene in ‘change of habit’ where that girl is trying to seduce him, prob typos n' grammar issues. / summary: doctor carpenter lets you have your way.

John hesitated before opening the examination room, he already knew who was in there. A pretty young thing that had come every other week complainin’ about every little thing that bothered her. He knew what it was, he had a few patients that were oddly insistent on seeing him- but with you, it was entirely something else. You were infatuated with him, and John found it  the cutest darn thing. Clearing his throat he opened the door. “Well hello again, little un’...”  He draws watching as you immediately correct your posture once he walks in, very visibly perking up. “Hi Doctor!” You coo as he puts on his stethoscope. “What seems to be the issue this week, honey?” he asks, standing in front of you, a coy smirk on his face. “Well, I was walkin’ home from the store n’ I started to feel real dizzy…” You explained, staring into his face. Those pretty blue eyes. Lord, he was gorgeous. “Dizzy huh? Well that’s no good.” He said, putting the stethoscope in his ears before walking closer. “Go on an’ open your blouse a bit, honey.” He says calmly, even if what he says is standard- it always makes your heart skip a bit. Your body shivers when the cool metal presses against your warm skin, his hand resting beside your leg. You can't help but let out a small gasp, the sensation sending a shiver through your body. "Your heartbeat seems a little fast," John remarks, listening for a few more seconds before pulling away and letting the stethoscope hang around his neck. “You drinkin’ enough water? It’s been awfully hot this past week, maybe you’re dehydrated.” He explains, his eyes raking over you. Lord, you don’t do a good job hiding the fact you're infatuated with him, your face is about as red as a tomato. “Well what do I do about that?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, acting dumb. “You drink some water. Plain an’ simple.” He says before taking his hand and placing it on the side of your cheek. “Feelin’ a bit warm too.” He says, moving it up to your forehead before clearing his throat and moving his hand down to rest on your thigh. “Hm, you might actually be sick…” he starts and suddenly you tense. “Oh! Ah, with what doc?” You ask, concern laced in your voice. “I’m afraid I don’t know yet…but I’m thinkin’ it’s something awfully serious.” John sees the concern in your eyes, and he can't help but chuckle. "Don't worry,I'll take good care of you." He says, his hand sliding off your thigh. You let out a low whimper not wanting him to move. "I think you need a thorough examination. " He says, his voice low. You look up at him, concern turning to confusion– a thorough examination? Was…was he serious? “W-what do you mean by that…?” You ask and he chuckles, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the rack. “Well honey, if my suspicions are correct then you need some takin’ care of..” He walks over to the examination table, placing a hand on your chest and moving you to lay down. “Hearts racing again.” He quips, smirking at you. “John…” You whimper and he shushes you. “Now, now- you need ta’ relax. You’re not feelin’ well right?” You nod and John wastes no time, his hands moving to unbutton the rest of your blouse and pulling off your bra. "Just lie back and let me take care of you," he coos, his hands caressing your soft skin. His fingers dance over your nipples making them harden. You moan softly, arching your back to press your chest into his touch. "Look at you, I think this is workin’" he purrs, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

John's hands continue their exploration, trailing down your body before resting on your hips. You try to lean up from the table but he pushes you right back down. "Ah, ah…Lay down little un’...we ain’t done yet.. We gotta see what's goin' on down here." He murmurs, his fingers toying with the waistband of your skirt- you always wore one when you went to see him. You shiver in anticipation as he pulls it off, revealing your lace panties. "Awe…these just fa’ me?” He teases and you whimper in embarrassment. “M-maybe…” You hear him laugh as he hooks his fingers under the elastic band and pulls your panties down, exposing your most cunt. "Lord have mercy, you're already so wet for me." He whispers, running a finger along your slit. You gasp and squirm beneath his touch, “John…please.” You groan, as he presses his thumb against your clit. John continues to tease you, circling your clit with his thumb and sliding two fingers into your dripping wet cunt. You moan and writhe beneath him, your body aching for more. "You like that, little one?" He asks, his voice husky with desire. "I can tell you do...your body's beggin' for it." He pumps his fingers in and out of you, his thumb continuing to work your sensitive nub. The combination of his skilled touch and dirty talk has you on the edge in no time. Just as you're about to come, he pulls his hand away, leaving you desperate. “You know, you ain’t very secretive honey..” he coos, and you can hear his belt rattling. “Comin’ in here every week in the smallest little skirts, sayin’ how bad you’ve been feelin’...” You dare not lean up, you stay lying down as his hands grip your thighs and spread your legs farther, his body sliding between them. “I know what you need honey…an’ I’m gonna give it to ya.” He climbs onto the table, straddling your hips as he towers over you and you can feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. Finally you get to see his face, his hair is a mess- like he’d been running his hands through it,  His pretty blue eyes are dark and needy, his lips pouting and his breathing heavy. He practically smashes his face into yours, his lips capturing yours and it doesn't take long before his tongue is halfway down your throat, the two of you kissing like it's your last day on earth. 

Once he pulls away from your mouth a string of salvia still connects your tongues. “Fuck. I’m gonna make ya’ feel so good, little un’.” he says as he adjusts himself, aligning his cock with your entrance. You feel the tip of his hard cock nudging against your soaked entrance, and you can't help but moan in anticipation. “Fuck…c’mon- I need it…" you plead, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He chuckles, his hot breath tickling your neck as he plants a trail of kisses along your jawline. "You need this, huh? You need me to fill you up and make you feel good," he whispers, his voice a low growl. Without warning, he thrusts his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside your tight, wet heat. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but cry out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck, you're so tight.” John groans, almost like he’s surprised by the fact– his hips start to move in a steady rhythm, driving his cock in and out of your eager body. You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds into you, the examination table creaking under the force of his thrusts. "That's it, little one," he says, his breath hot against your ear. "Take it all. Feel every inch of my cock filling you up." His words send a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but clamp around him. “Fuck! I-I’m gonna fill you up honey…gonna fuckin’ cum deep inside of you.” He groans. Your body is entirely at his mercy, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you urge him on. With each thrust, his pelvis grinds against your sensitive clit, adding to the intense sensations that consume you. Your hands roam over his strong, muscular back, and you can feel the beads of sweat forming as he continues to pound into you.Just when you think it can't possibly get any better, John's hand snakes between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in fast, circular motions. The added stimulation is almost too much to bear, and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching."Oh god, I'm getting close," you whimper, your body trembling. "Please don't stop, John. I need it so badly."He groans in response, his hips moving even faster, his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. "Fuck, you needed this so bad didn’t you? Needed to be bread so bad, huh?" he growls, his fingers continuing to work your clit.All you can do is moan in response, your mind completely lost in the throes of passion as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your body is on fire, your nerves so sensitive that even the slightest movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. "Damn, you're so tight," John praises again, his hips jerking erratically as he grows closer to his own release. "I'm gonna fill you up, little one. You're gonna feel every last drop of my cum inside you." All you can do is nod frantically and moan, it’s like you're drunk off his cock.  John groans, his hips slamming into you one final time as he finds his own release. You can feel his hot, sticky cum spurting deep inside you, filling you up just like he promised. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Once you've both come down from your high, John slowly pulls out of you, his softening cock slipping free from your well-used cunt. You watch as he sits up, gathering his clothes and putting them back on with a satisfied smirk on his face."See, little one? I told ya I'd take good care of you," he says, buttoning up his shirt. You smile up at him, feeling content and sated. "Thank you, Doctor Carpenter. I feel much better now." He chuckles, helping you sit up and handing you your shirt. 

"Glad to hear that, honey. Now, make sure you come see me often, I’d like to keep my eye on you…"

i hope you guys liked this!!! i should write for his characters more often it’s so so much fun :3 also the halloween fic will probably be the next fic to come out since i really want it to be perfect! love y’all <3

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[atleastpleasetelephone]

Kinktober Day 5 - Praise Kink

Pairing: Dr John Carpenter x Reader

Word count: 1.9K

TWs: Praise kink (obviously), fingering, think that's about it?

A/N: Many thanks to @sissylittlefeather for the inspo for this one!

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Part 2 is here!

The knock at the door in the middle of the day confuses you, since you’re not expecting anyone. You don’t really want to answer it, but you’re the only one here so you don’t have a lot of choice. Smoothing your dress down and fiddling with your hair a little, you make your way to the door, opening it cautiously. You’re surprised to see that hot doctor from earlier in the week just standing there. You’d taken your youngest to see him since he’d had a cough that wouldn’t go away and you were starting to worry. Well, you were kind of desperate really. Not having the money to go to a proper doctor, you made your way to this clinic instead. The doctor… Doctor Carpenter, that was his name… had made you feel a lot better about it, and after some tests he gave you something for your son to take and told you not to worry. So you’re not sure what he’s doing on your doorstep right now. 

“Hello? Doctor… um… Carpenter?” 

He’s so gorgeous you feel like you should’ve worn something nicer today.  But how were you supposed to know? Plus, it’s not like he’s here for that. He’s here for your kid, most probably. Or to give you a bill? Maybe you didn’t really understand the clinic properly, maybe it’s not free after all. 

“You can call me John,” he smiles. “And there’s no need to look so worried. I just came to check on your little one.”

“Oh. He’s um… he’s fine. He’s in school.”

“That’s good news,” he says, his warm smile spreading across his face. 

You both stand there for a moment, staring at one another. You’d sort of expected him to go away when you said that, but he’s still there. For his part, John was hoping if he carried on standing there you might invite him in. 

“I- did you want to come in?”

John’s smile somehow gets even bigger. “I’d love to.” 

He’d just wanted to see you again, really. Of course he’s interested in his patients, but there was nothing seriously wrong with your son. Certainly nothing that needed a home visit. But something about you had caught his attention, and he wants to get to know you a little better. It might not be entirely ethical, but he can’t resist. 

You move to open the door for him, and he squeezes past you, much closer than you think is really necessary. The heat radiating off him makes your senses reel. It’s been a while since you’ve been so near another man, never mind one this attractive. 

“Coffee?” You ask, awkwardly, as you lead him into the kitchen. 

“Cream and sugar,” he replies, looking around. 

You almost want to crawl into a cupboard and die. Your house is so messy. Why didn’t you clean this morning?

“I don’t usually… I mean… I wasn’t expecting company.” You’re babbling. This is embarrassing. 

He shrugs. “You’re a busy mom. I won’t judge.” Settling himself down into a chair after moving a pile of magazines off it first. 

You hum and think to yourself that you’re not that busy, your kids are in school after all. You just can’t quite bring yourself to make the house all spick and span for no-one but you and two kids who just like to mess it right back up again. 

“Your husband at work?” He asks, as you put the cup down in front of him and sit down with your own opposite him. 

You blush. “Well, he might be, but it’s not really relevant. We’re divorced.” You still feel like divorce is a dirty word, and look up at him cautiously. 

“Ah. So you’ve got two kids and a household to look after, on your own?”

You sigh a little and look down at your chipped nail polish. “Yeah, I suppose that’s why everything’s such a mess.”

He shakes his head, his hand moving across the table to take hold of one of yours. “I think you’re doing a great job.”

The tenderness of the comment and the feeling of his big, warm hand around yours brings tears to your eyes. “Thank you,” you just about manage. 

He smiles, and the two of you sit there quietly for a bit, drinking the coffee. After a while he moves his hand, and you can barely hide your disappointment. Obviously it was crazy to think anything could happen but… 

“Shall we sit somewhere a little more comfortable?” He asks. 

You almost jump at the suggestion. “Um… oh… yeah, sure. Sorry, these chairs are old and…”

He cuts you off mid-sentence by standing up and moving so near you that you can almost hear his heart beating. “I just want to sit closer to you.”

You feel dizzy as you stand up, almost unable to process the words he’s just said, walking him over to the sitting room and then gesturing to the sofa. True to his word, he sits very close, his knee touching yours. 

“How is your little one doing?” He asks, gently. 

You sigh. “Well he’s tiring me out. Everything is a battle with him at the moment. He’s nothing like my eldest, he’s… I mean he’s wonderful and I love him very much.” You suddenly think you’ve said too much and the end comes out in a rush. Then you realise he was probably only asking about the cough. “And his cough’s much better now, thank you, Dr… uh…John.”

John smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He can tell you don’t normally say things like that about your kids. 

“It’s alright to be frustrated sometimes,” he tells you. “Doesn’t make you any less of a good mom.”

You feel yourself wobble at his words, and bite your lip to try and hold on to some semblance of reality.

“I don’t think… none of the other moms feel like this about their kids…” you look past him, afraid to make eye contact. “But then none of them are divorced…”

He gently pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger to get your attention, his bright blue eyes staring right into yours. “You’re a beautiful woman, you know that?”

You tremble a little. “I mean, I’m not sure I-”

He cuts you off, this time by pressing his lips against yours. They’re soft and pillowy and when he pulls back you just want more. Your fingers rest on the back of his neck as you both look at one another for a moment and then he kisses you again, properly this time, his tongue gently pushing inside your mouth. You haven’t been kissed in so long, you think you might pass out.

“John, I…”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind after you came in that day. I had to come and find you.”

“But I’m such a mess I-”

“You’re beautiful, honey. And you’re such a good mom.”

He starts to kiss your neck and you hold onto his head, your senses reeling. He hums at the smell of your perfume, the feeling of your quickening pulse against his lips. He knows he shouldn’t really do this in the middle of the day, he’s left the clinic with the nurses in charge and he isn’t supposed to be gone for too long. But you’re just irresistible right now.

“Can I touch you, honey?”

You almost whimper as you sigh out a “yes,” his big, strong hands gently caressing your body. You’re suddenly grateful you decided to shower this morning. There’d been a few mornings recently when it hadn’t really seemed worth it. 

A hand glides up your leg and under your skirt as he lays you back against the sofa, still paying attention to your neck and collarbone with those soft lips of his. You feel your face redden as he starts to rub you, gently, through your panties. 

“You’re such a good mom, baby,” he coos, rubbing a little more firmly now. 

You find yourself moaning, almost against your will. Your husband never made you feel like this, with just his fingers. But then, your husband never touched you like this at all. It was just, wham, bam, thank you ma’am. And then he’d fall asleep. There was no thought whatsoever about whether you’d had a good time or not. 

“John,” you moan, softly. 

His fingers find their way into your panties and you feel them stroking your pussy then swirling around your clit, making your breath catch in your throat. 

“So good, so caring…” he murmurs, feeling your hips buck into his hand at the words. “You like it when I talk to you like that?”

You find yourself whining now, noises coming out of your mouth you didn’t even know you made. 

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please… don’t stop.”

You don’t know whether you mean don’t stop the touching or don’t stop the praise, but he doesn’t stop either. 

“Such an incredible woman…” his fingers picking up speed, slipping around your clit, wet with your arousal. “So beautiful. So strong. Taking such good care of your kids…” A long finger plunges inside you, making you gasp. “You deserve so much, baby.” Two fingers now, your walls squeezing them as you arch your back, pushing into his palm, wanting him back on your clit too. “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

You pant, your chest heaving, the feeling of ecstasy so close now. 

“I want to.”

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth as his fingers pump in and out of you, thumb pressing against your clit. 

“Tell me what you need.”

You whine and close your eyes, rolling your hips against him, so close. 

“Tell me again,” you ask, your voice hoarse with emotion and the closeness of your orgasm. “That I’m… that I’m a good mom.”

He nips at your neck, so turned on by this whole thing, his dick straining against his pants. Fingers working overtime, his mouth is on your ear, hot breath tickling you. 

“You’re such a good mom, baby,” he almost growls, and it’s all you need. 

“Ohhh, John…” 

Your eyes roll back in your head as you arch into his hand, the rush of pleasure making you feel almost faint as blood rushes to your centre. 

He slowly removes his fingers and he can’t resist licking them clean, dying for a taste of you. If he had more time he’d try and make you cum again, with his mouth this time, but he knows he should get back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you close. He can make time to hold you for a little while. 

“I should get back to the clinic,” he murmurs, after a few minutes. 

You have to hold back a pathetic whine. You want him to stay so much. 

“Do you… do you think you’ll make another house call?” You screw your eyes shut, afraid of the response. Maybe that was all he wanted, maybe he’s not interested anymore. 

He nuzzles into your neck. “Same time tomorrow?” He asks. 

You nod eagerly and he grins. 

“I bet you’re as good with your hands as you are at everything else. And I know I’d like to find out.”

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Suddenly I've come down with a fever...

[sissylittlefeather]

Have a new TikTok edit featuring my husband, Dr. John Carpenter.

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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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I want him to hold me for hours...

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Elvis (1979) // Dir. John Carpenter

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Saw this on TikTok and thought of @plasticfantasticl0ver 🥰

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DILFS

Mister Hale and Dr Carpenter 🛐

[lustnhim]

Hii, i have a request, so basically its with Dr, John Carpenter, and reader has a big crish on John so she pretend to be ill to go to the doctors(John).

Smutty as hell, with alot of breeding kink💕😭

posting tmrw!! writing for elvis’ characters is so fun and change of habit is my fav elvis movie so i really loved this 🤭 i hope you like it!!

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Kinktober Day 26 - Voyeurism/exhibitionism

A/N: A sequel to day 5 with Dr Carpenter....

Pairing: Dr. Carpenter x reader

Word count: 1.6K

TWs: Public-ish sex, John calls reader Mama, praise kink, p in v sex.

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When John didn’t arrive at the usual time you admit you freaked out a little. Spent a while thinking maybe he wasn’t interested anymore, maybe he found someone younger and hotter. Then you pulled yourself together. You’d seen each other every day for the past week, kissing and fooling around on your sofa, and he’d never seemed like he was getting bored. If anything he seemed more interested. Doubt still gnawed at the back of your mind but you tried your best to ignore it. If he wasn’t coming to you… well. You’d come to him. 

***

John spends the entire appointment with his patient trying to ignore the fact that this is the time he’d usually spend with you. Of course he knew his luck would run out at some point, but he’s still disappointed. He’d really been looking forward to visiting you, seeing which pretty little dress you were wearing, and of course which underwear set. You’d got so much more confident over the past week, he was thinking that surely soon you’d be ready to let him make love to you. He’d prefer to do it in the evening, after a good meal and a bottle of wine, but since you had two kids to take care of he’d settle for any time you wanted. 

He focuses on the patient. Pays attention to what they are telling him, asks the appropriate questions, eventually delivers what he hopes is the correct diagnosis. But the entire time you’re in the back of his mind. He’s praying you don’t think he did this deliberately. He’d done such a good job of keeping this hour free, mid-morning, and now suddenly there was an emergency and he had to stay put. Every time he thinks of you he can feel his dick twitch and he has to force himself back in the room. You’ll understand. Surely you will. He’ll go to you as soon as he’s finished here. 

***

You walk into the clinic with an air of confidence you haven’t felt in years. Long coat and heels, your hair perfectly styled and your make-up on point. Walking up to the desk you feel yourself wobble just a little bit, but you dig your freshly manicured nails into your palms and take a deep breath. You can do this. 

“I’m here to see Dr Carpenter,” you say, boldly, to the woman who is occupying his usual seat. 

You pray he hasn’t run away to the circus or gone on another house call to a more glamorous woman. 

The woman behind the desk takes your name, and then you see her walk over to one of the curtained cubicles. 

“He’ll be out in a moment,” she tells you, once she’s back. “Take a seat.”

You bite your lip a little and sit on one of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room. There are quite a few other people there, which makes you feel a bit awkward, but you try your best to ignore it. After all, they don’t know what you’re really here for. 

John comes out to find you a few minutes later and frowns a little, not knowing what exactly you want. You make up a lie about feeling under the weather and throwing up, and he ushers you into the nearest cubicle, briefly paranoid that you’re pregnant even though that’s not physically possible. His fears melt away as soon as you open the coat you’re wearing and let it drop to the floor, revealing black lacy lingerie. 

“I’m ready now,” you tell him, boldly. 

He gulps. You’d spent the past week awkwardly telling him you weren’t sure you were ready just yet, you didn’t want to make love, you were happy just fooling around on the sofa. And now you weren’t just ready, you were ready in the middle of his busy, bustling clinic. With nothing but curtains around the two of you. 

His dick presses urgently against his pants. He’d been trying his best to stay calm all morning, but with you here in nothing but your underwear nature is taking over. 

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers. 

You’ve never heard him cuss before and it makes you almost jump. “I-I should go…” you mutter back, suddenly losing all confidence and turning and bending over to pick up your coat from the floor. 

He groans at the sight of your ass like that and moves to close the gap between you. You whimper at the feeling of his erection pressing against you as you straighten up again, and he pulls you firmly against him with one hand whilst putting his other one over your mouth. 

“Shhh, baby. You’ve gotta be quiet.”

You quickly nod your head and he moves his hand, then manoeuvres you over to the examination table so you can lean on it as his hands caress your body. You’ve never been this naked for him before, and he struggles to keep himself quiet as he peels your soaked panties off and lets them fall onto the floor. Your heart is beating so fast, thinking about a man fucking you for the first time since your husband as well as the very real possibility of someone walking in and catching you both at it. You hear the clink of his belt and realise you’re practically panting with anticipation. 

He starts to slowly rub his dick all over your pussy, sliding over the slickness there, teasing your clit and enjoying watching you try to keep yourself together. As he finally starts to push inside, you bite your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out. He’s a little bigger than you thought, or you’ve got a little smaller. It’s sore. But it’s so, so good. You feel him bottom out and then you move to grab one of his hands from where it’s resting on your hip, putting it back across your mouth. He has to work hard not to make a noise himself when you do that. God, this is so hot. He wonders what on earth had made you decide to come in dressed like this, and then quickly decides he doesn’t give a damn. Pulling almost all the way out he thrusts in long and slow, getting you accustomed to him. Pausing for a while, buried deeply inside you, you feel his mouth on the back of your neck, your hair, your ear. 

“You’re being so good and quiet for me, mama.” He’d taken to calling you mama, and it made you melt. 

“Mmmm.” You mumble into his hand. 

He smiles against your skin and then moves his head back, holding your hip as he starts to thrust again, picking up speed. Suddenly he wants you completely naked, so he unclasps your bra with one expert hand and pushes it off your shoulders. You move your arms so it falls to the floor along with your panties, and he pulls your body against his so that his chest presses against your back, one hand making its way to rub your clit. You’re grateful for his hand on your mouth because you almost want to scream at the intensity of the pleasure. It builds inside you as he keeps stimulating you, his dick hitting somewhere deep inside. You have no idea why you made him wait for this. Why you made yourself wait. 

He feels your body start to tense and knows you’re about to cum, holding you and fucking you through it. When he lets go you fall forwards onto the table, gasping and trying your best to keep quiet. Your orgasm is so intense you feel dizzy, and you barely register him asking where you want it. He can’t wait any longer though, pulling out and stroking himself a few more times before he cums on your ass. He bites his fist to stop himself making any more noise. He’s usually very vocal and you find it so sexy. 

John can’t help himself, leaning heavily against you and moaning softly into your hair. 

“Honey, that was incredible.”

You turn around to look at him and he wiggles an eyebrow suggestively. “Yet another thing you’re good at, Mama.”

You giggle and blush. “You better get back to your patients,” you tell him, giving him a little kiss and then gently moving him off you.

He stares at you, transfixed. “You look so sexy.”

Giggling still, with your hand over your mouth now. “I mean, I’m definitely a mess, John.”

“A sexy mess.”

You can’t help grabbing his face and kissing him deeply, and he returns the kiss enthusiastically, wishing he were both younger and not in his clinic right now so he could do this all over again. 

Eventually he manages to calm down and help you get dressed, although he’s not convinced underwear and a coat count as being dressed really, so he insists on escorting you to your car. Kissing you once you’re safely inside. He’s starting to wonder about his professionalism these days. 

“Same time tomorrow?” You ask, cheekily.

He raises an eyebrow. “Let me go back to making housecalls, hm?”

“You didn’t enjoy that?”

He snorts. “Maybe a little too much.” He strokes your cheek. “Next time I wanna make love in a bed though. Take my time over it.”

“I like that idea.” You like it a lot, you’re already squeezing your thighs together.

“Same time tomorrow, then.” He kisses you gently. “Wear something pretty.”

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Dr. John has my heart ❤️

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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."

******

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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