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atleastpleasetelephone · 2 months ago

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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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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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sissylittlefeather · 9 months ago

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Elvis Movie Character Masterlist

Rusty Wells: Puppet on a String

From Girl Happy. Rusty was assigned to make sure you stayed safe and when he saw how nerdy you are, he wasn't worried. What he didn't expect was to like you this much. Now you've had a makeover and everyone wants you. What is Rusty to do?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also teasing, light edging, and a fistfight, so mentions of a bloody nose

Walter Hale: Clean Up Your Own Backyard

From The Trouble With Girls. Walter needs your help with making the Chautauqua run smoothly, but you can't leave your son behind. How will he convince you?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Pacer Burton: Blue Moon

From Flaming Star. Pacer is shocked to find himself still alive after fighting the Kiowa, but he's even more shocked to find you there taking care of him.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, although this one is pretty tame, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, both characters are virgins, so mentions of pain during sex, also references to racism

Joe Lightcloud: Come Back, Joe

From Stay Away, Joe. You've been best friends with Joe for almost your whole life, but things change when you realize you have feelings for each other.

Warnings: definitely 18+, minors DNI at all, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and use of alcohol

Danny Fisher: Lover Doll

From King Creole. Danny is too old to be in your high school class, and as his teacher you should not be feeling these things. Can something that feels so right really be wrong?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!, inappropriate relationship (BUT EVERYONE IS OF LEGAL AGE), kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, swallowing

Tulsa McLean: Home Sweet Oklahoma

From G.I. Blues. You haven't seen Tulsa since you were kid, but when he shows up at the club you work at in Germany, everything changes.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation (male), kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, and I think that's about it. It's pretty fluffy.

Tulsa McLean: That Loved On Look

From G.I. Blues. You're tired of being ignored by your husband, the Captain, when Tulsa shows up at the Christmas party and gives you all the attention you've been craving.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, infidelity (reader is married), kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Dr. John Carpenter: The Doctor Will See You Now

From Change of Habit. Your previous rendezvous with Dr. John left you with an unexpected consequence, but it doesn't take long for him to adjust and agree to take care of you.

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!

Walter Gulick: Cream(pie) Valley

From Kid Galahad. Walter doesn't know what to expect when he shows up to your nurse's office after his first fight, but you're the one who gets the surprise in this reader request.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie(s), breeding kink, I think that's all...

Mike McCoy: Spinout

From Spinout. Mike likes to think he's the ultimate playboy. What happens when he finds out he's no good at his own game? Will you be the woman to teach him what's what?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, lots of sex in this one, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, also they drink alcohol in a couple of scenes

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vintagepresley · 2 years ago

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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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ravenekrops · 1 month ago

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Happy STS! What would everyone dress up as?

happy STS back to you!! not all my guys would go through the effort of participating on Halloween, but i'm the author and i love putting these freaks in situations against their will <333

Agnes: a killer from a slasher movie. nothing too elaborate, probably a closet cosplay, but she backs it up with the intimidation skills needed to actually pull it off. nice

Ryan: stereotypical Dracula vampire but with a bit of glam to it. very romantic (as in from Romanticism), can't miss the long dramatic flowy red-lined cape!

Lisabel: probably someone from a classic horror story like Victor Frankenstein. very niche and unrecognisable on first sight aside from "some historical guy". ooo actually i can see her pull a very elaborate Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 2-in-1 costume. i think she'd have a lot of fun getting creative with the practical effects :3c

Eric: teddy bear. not only because he's a bear, but also because he needs a PG costume to wear while trick-or-treating with Léan. of course, there are also after-hours adult-only parties, and he isn't shy from putting on some leather and displaying some... body confidence >w>

Léan: HORSESHOE CRAB (you know, like the one from the meme) or whatever extinct animal he's obsessed with at the moment. Eric has gotten really good at crafting costumes since he adopted her...

Rask'r: i am unsure if there's a Halloween equivalent in TES, but i'll assume there is for this question. already being a beast race (neither human nor elf) limits his options quite a lot, so uh... i can't think of anything 😭 sorry!

Raz: sheet ghost. his budget is THAT tight

Donovan: strictly historically accurate 18th century pirate. and you better get ready to hear him speak Olde English for the rest of the night

Lee: someone managed to put a hair band with dog ears on him. it didn't last a minute in place

Vreytus: as a chimeralma he can shapeshift into anything he wants. i think he'd go for a mythological animal, passing as an extremely well engineered quadsuit

Bug: The Thing from John Carpenter's The Thing (1982)

Voirdity: doesn't really need a disguise, does it? with its stature and its skull already passes as some kid dressed up as some kind of fantastic creature, and has free access to all the candy it can get >:3

Chad: zombie apocalypse survivor. he's uncreative like that

Lewis: he's too shy and self-conscious about himself to pull off an actual costume (plus social events are a no-go to him), so i think he'd just put some "spooky" decorations on like a cat ear headband and call it a day

#chatter #the Nexverse #(even tho it's already sunday for me 😭)#Spooky Askbox 2024 #thanks for the ask!!#STS

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bunnydexterloveselvis · 9 months ago

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My ECU husband list because I'm bored (this is partially a joke) (please don't send hate I'm beggin) (might update if this gets a bunch of notes)

Dr. John Carpenter (Change of Habit, 1969) <3

Husband qualities:

-good with kids

-smart

-doctor (he can heal you)

-hot!!!!

-not perfect but he tries his best

-sings very well plays the guitar!! (good for bedroom time ;) )

-clean, he keeps his hair combed, face shaved, and skin and nails washed. i bet he smells nice. if he don't use cologne then you would smell hand soap probably. idk i feel like he's a compulsive hand washer (ocd??????? idfk)

-cozy and nice fashion sense

-genuinely wants to help people in need

-did i mention hot (look at the way he's staring you down in the above pic. lawdy!!)

Jess Wade (Charro!, 1969) (current brainrot as of writing this) <3

Husband qualities:

-pretty smart

-hot as hell!!!!!!!!!!

-cowboy (save a horse ride a cowboy)

-beard (sorry this gets a category on its own)

-can be mean when needed to and can protect himself

-good lord he has a veryyy high pain tolerance (good for bedroom time ;) )

-scars (some people like that right?? i do. someone please hear me out)

-i feel like he has a high body temperature so if you ever get cold he is there to warm you

-also fashion sense (he's a cowboy)

-is a sheriff so he can protect you (can protect you in general honestly)

-good lord he is hot!!!!!!!!!! sorry

-daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy-

-rough and would probably slap you if you wanted him to (also good for bedroom time ;) )

Ross Carpenter (GIrls! Girls! Girls!, 1962) <3

Husband qualities:

-smart

-h h h hh hot

-fisherman, he can bring food to the table

-he can cook full-blown meals!!! like dinner and breakfast and stuff!!! just imagine him cooking dinner for you.. i wouldn't know what to do! now who's gonna write the fic?? /hj

-young (ehh i mean whatever i love dilfs but ross is hot af)

-knows how to operate a boat

-can fight and protect

-sings!! very well actually!!! he can sing upbeat and happy, to slow and sultry, to, well, anything really!!

-knows how to treat a woman right

-can dance, normal upbeat dancing, or tango-like slow dancing

-btw did you see that "walls have ears" scene?? look down. good lord it isn't big it's huge (good for bedroom time ;) )

-pretty good with kids. he can tolerate them at least. if they listen well

-a bit protective actually

-love love love the shirts and pants he wears. and that hat. oh god i love him so much

OVERALL QUALITIES

-pretty smart

-hot n sexy af!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! good lord!!!!!!

-have jobs

-great fashion sense

-pretty good with kids

-outstanding in the bedroom

-can sing and/or play guitar

-unique in their own way

-all have their own imperfections but still try their best (lookin at you jess /lh)

-overall pretty loveable and husband material

-blue eyes and long eyelashes (yes this gets its own point. i like eyes. esp blue or brown eyes. and they twinkle at the right spot, oh yes im on my knees. love your eyes sm honey)

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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago

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ok so i found out elvis was considered for the role of teen angel in the movie “grease” before his passing. i was wondering if you could do something where maybe grease was filmed in the early 70s/post comeback special and he got the role. so maybe y/n is frenchy in the film and they instantly click on set 🥹 I feel like that would be so adorable :)

𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Word count: 2,2K

Warnings: inaccurate timelines, actress!reader, elvis as the teen angel, reader as frenchy, small sexual innuendos, fluff.

A/N: i loved writing this, so thank you my lovelyyyy 💕

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After Change of Habit, Elvis was more than ready to say goodbye to Hollywood.

With the ’68 comeback special still fresh on people’s minds and with Elvis reconnecting with his fans from up on a stage, he wanted to dive right into the studio and create magic. He wanted to get back on stage and hear the roar of the audience as they’d sing the words to his songs back to him.

The Colonel had other plans.

As the offer for a role in the new teen movie ‘Grease’ fell into Elvis’, or more so Parker’s lap, the manager discussed it with his artist. It was only a small role, but it was one that would set the entire tone of the movie- he’d would have to sing the opening song of the movie, and another one near the end which would also allow him to actually be in the movie itself. The script wasn’t bad, but he felt as if the character’s name – ‘Teen Angel’ – was a little too… teen for him.

He was 34 years old. He had just finished shooting a movie that was considered somewhat more serious and with a role like this, he felt like he was thrown back in time a few years ago when he was singing in army uniforms and sombrero’s.

Tom Parker had a way with words though and Elvis caved like he had done so many times before, accepting the role.

At twenty years old, and dragging yourself to auditions every single day for several movies since the age of seventeen, you had landed the role of Frenchy. Though it wasn’t the lead that would end up with the handsome John Travolta, it was still an important role- you had more lines than you had ever had in any lame commercial you’d ever gotten and your character actually had a story instead of just being there and living in the lead’s shadow.

You loved your character- she was the fun-loving and bubbly girl in the friend group, which came close to your own character. You were very outgoing and always managed to become friends with whoever you came into contact with.

Elvis Presley was no exception.

Although Elvis did not need to be on set most of the time because he only had one scene, he was there whenever he was not in the studio working on his own music or the songs for the movie. Despite having his mind on touring after this, he did enjoy being on set- he liked the feeling of togetherness if the cast was close, and the cast of Grease was very close.

It felt like everyone had known each other for years and they all treated each other in such a way too- you were the girl that was in Elvis’ scene, as he’d come down from heaven as, you guessed it, an angel and would sing to you.

You and Elvis became fast friends despite your age difference and you could listen to him for hours whenever he granted you tips and tricks that were useful for you when the camera’s would be rolling. You had seen every single one of his movies, starting with Love Me Tender when you were a little girl and swooning over Dr. John Carpenter just a few months ago.

He liked taking on the role of being your mentor, but he also very much enjoyed being your friend. He liked that you didn’t treat him as Elvis Presley most of the time, but rather just as Elvis.

“There she is- the little cotton candy girl!” Elvis grinned from ear to ear as you walked onto set to start filming for your scene with him- clothed in your salmon colored outfit and pink wig you certainly stood out among everyone else.

You gave him a playful roll of yours eyes as you handed the scarf that had been tied around your head in earlier scenes to one of the stylists, who took the opportunity to touch up your make-up a little.

“Don’t you just wanna take a bite?” you joked at him, closing your eyes as you were told to do so. Even having your make-up getting fixed excited you- you loved being on set, you loved working on your first official film.

Elvis took a step closer to you, pretending as if he was going to take a bite out of the wig. The second he made the biting gesture, you opened your eyes and laughed. “It does smell sweet,” he noticed as he leaned in a little closer and sniffed the wig that was pinned up.

“I bet it does- I think they put three cans of hairspray in there,”

He laughed, standing up straight again as some girl quickly fixed some strands of his hair. Being dressed in all white, his raven locks contrasted very nicely to his outfit.

“Or maybe you just smell that sweet, little one,”

If your hair wasn’t up, you would’ve thrown it over your shoulder in a theatrical way. Now you just grinned and raised your chin a little, waving off his comment with playful nonchalance. “Tell me something I don’t know, Elvis. Just like cotton candy, I’ll melt right onto your tongue,”

He raised an eyebrow as he hadn’t stopped grinning ever since he was standing in front of you; to you, the comment might’ve sounded completely innocent and he knew you had meant it in a joking way, but he couldn’t stop his brain from giving it a double meaning.

“I bet you do,” he mumbled under his breath. He did not want to come off too strong- he liked the friendly and playful relationship he had with you too much to risk scaring you off, but he was man. It wouldn't be long until he'd cave.

The scene you and Elvis were in together wasn’t a very long one- it was only one song. You were both professionals and you could’ve done it in maybe four or five takes, but there was something about him coming down those stairs while singing to you and you sitting there in your pink wig that had the both of you cracking up every five minutes.

You were currently on take fifteen and while the producers and everyone that was present for the scene thought it was funny at first, they were getting tired of it now.

You felt bad for them- truly, you did. But every time you and Elvis looked at each other, you just couldn’t fight the giggles that were itching in the back of your throat and in the pit of your stomach.

Though every time you did manage to hold in your laugh, Elvis fucked up because your facial expressions were just hilarious for some reason and every time Elvis was successful in lip syncing to the music and making his way over to you, you had to excuse yourself again before you’d double over with a loud laugh.

It was a never ending cycle.

After being forced to take a break, you and Elvis had no other choice but to get yourselves together and get back into your role. This time, you made it further into the scene than the first takes.

You were so close to succeeding but the producers realised they had cheered too soon as disaster struck again when you had to blow a big bubble with the bubblegum that you had been chewing on. Elvis had the task to pop it with his finger, but the first three times you failed at blowing a bubble at all and when you did blow one, it covered your entire nose when Elvis popped it.

You didn’t want to laugh at your own mistakes but you just couldn’t stop yourself- Elvis tried his best to keep a straight face as the camera’s were cut once more, turning away from you but he wasn’t strong enough to block out the sounds of your laughter.

At this rate, you and Elvis were going to get your asses fired.

“Cotton Candy, you need to stop!” Elvis hissed at you through his laughing fit, holding his stomach as he pinked some tears from the corner of his eyes. Stylists were immediately at both your sides again, making sure you’d still look good on camera.

“I-I can.. can’t,” you hiccuped, biting your tongue as you did not want to make anyone else’s jobs harder than it already was. “This is your fault- you need to pop slower!”

Elvis frowned at your sentence and although he knew what you meant, the two of you were rumbling with laughter once more as your eyes met.

“Okay, okay. I’ll pop your little bubble as slow as possible,”

You widened your eyes at him as you gasped, but as you wanted to blow a playful raspberry, it only had you laughing more and harder.

Everyone got so sick and tired of you that you were being told to take another break and to come back once you could be professional actors again.

You and Elvis decided to soak up some sun outside for a little bit and you finally managed to calm yourselves down.

“I have to admit, little one, the pink hair suits you,” he grinned as he took a drag from the cigar he lit minutes ago, flicking some ashes onto the ground as he leaned against the wall.

“Yeah? Should I really dye it?” you questioned, gently touching your fake hairdo as you looked up at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

Honestly, you were silly enough to truly do it.

“No, just stick to the wigs if you wanna play in other movies,” he laughed and you rolled your eyes, nodding. You moved next to him to lean against the wall too, keeping your hands behind your back as you looked down at your shoes.

“You know, I’m really grateful we’re in this movie together- even though it’s only one scene,” you smiled, looking up at some people moving equipment across the set to get ready for other scenes. “And now that we’re frieeends, I do hope I’ll get VIP tickets to all your shows,”

He knew you were joking, but honestly, he was already planning to invite you to his future shows. Maybe not all of them, since you were just beginning your career and he was sure you’d be a busy bee after this movie, but most of them.

“We’re friends?” he teased with a frown, exhaling some smoke up in the air before he looked down at you. He was already grinning as he saw the feigned anger on your face and just as he told you he was kidding and leaned down to you to kiss your cheek, you turned your face into his direction.

His lips crashed right onto yours- the both of you were taken back by it and he pulled back immediately, looking down at you with wide eyes. You could see the shock on his face, which surprised you, since you had always figured he was a true ladies man and he’d be rather smug than shocked in a situation like this.

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from laughing at his reaction, deciding to fuck with him a little as you took a step away from him and placed your hand over your heart.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, bringing your other hand up to your lips to ghost your fingertips over the shape of them. “Did you.. did you just kiss me?”

“Now honey, listen, it was an acci-“

“Oh God! Elvis Presley just kissed me!” you put the back of your hand against your forehead as you sighed dramatically. Taking off the cardigan that was wrapped around your shoulders, you held onto the sleeves as you stretched out your arms, twirling around in front of him.

“Elvis Presley just kissed m-hmpfh,”

He didn’t give you the time to finish that sentence. Not only were you nearly screaming all over the movie lot – the actress inside of you showing – but he also just… really wanted to kiss you.

You widened your eyes as he had grabbed your shoulders and pressed his lips against yours- this time not on accident. He slowly parted his lips and although you had not become friends with him because you were expecting anything romantic from him, you couldn’t fight the urge to kiss him back. So you did what any sane person would do and kissed him back, nearly melting in his arms as his tongue found yours.

“Now you can say Elvis Presley kissed you,” he grinned down at you after he pulled back, laughing softly as you stood there with your eyes closed for a few seconds.

“I-I.. think we need to go back inside,”

He nodded at you as your eyes fluttered open, letting go of your shoulders. Wrapping his arm loosely around you, he walked you back inside.

Nobody thought strangely of the way you and Elvis came back onto set- they all just hoped you wouldn’t mess up the takes anymore.

Before Elvis let go of you, he leaned down to speak into your ear. You didn’t know if it was his voice or his words that sent shivers down your spine, but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to focus on acting today anymore.

“You were right, honey- you really do melt on the tongue,”

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ms-scarletwings · 6 months ago

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I just finished a Hell of an audiobook lately

Its name is The Troop, written by Nick Cutter, narrated by Corey Brill,

And it has proved one of the most intensive experiences with literary media in my entire life.

Listen… listen here as I try to contextualize that. I’m a person who enjoys doing chores while Wayne June’s voice serenades me with the writings of Lovecraft, Poe, and Red Hook Studios. I grew up on a Little Shop to John Carpenter’s The Thing horror pipeline. I’ve played I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream at least three times to myself by now.

There were points where I laughed my ass off. Points where I yelled either in cheer or anger. A point or two where I almost cried. Many points where I gagged, physically gagged several times while driving down the road because of Cutter’s linguistic assault. I took needed breaks off and on and yet I still kept coming back for more. It’s… where do I actually start? With that Stephen King review where he mentions that The Troop scared the hell out of him?? With this?

TL/DR: This shit makes “Lord of the Flies” look like an episode of Rugrats.

I picked up this story working on no more knowledge than what I suggest anyone else interested in the roller coaster experience also start from: This is a story about a handful of Boy Scouts encountering a very hungry, very sick guy in the woods while on a camping trip.

I was hoping for something like World War Z, which is a phenomenally written work by Max Brooks. This was not much like WWZ in content, but in terms of the quality, pacing, and amount of thought put into the writing itself, I can’t think of a better comparison. Every scene is tapestried with descriptions and immersive detail to make sure you understand the full pov of its characters. You will know exactly what they hear, what they smell, what they taste, in ways elating and in ways that will make you lose your appetite.

The themes themselves share more spiritually with… Kitty Horrorshow, if anything. I can’t elaborate much on that without spoilers, and I honestly don’t encourage a jump into this text any less blind than this.

All that said, this is a true disturbing work in the sense that it is sure as hell not going to be for everyone. I don’t think it’s really even for most people in its entirety. There are several scenes dedicated to the quite graphic portrayal of childhood bullying, body horror, parasites, violent harm done to animals domestic and not (extreme emphasis on this one), and the general etc. that comes with the territory of this being a horror novel with primarily 14 year olds as main characters. Be merry and be discretionary with this knowledge. I’m going to hope the nightmares about eating wallpaper and worms settle down as the days pass, as I still thank this book for adding them to my garden.

#the troop #nick cutter #horror lit #horror literature #book reactions #scarlet talks about things #scarlet rambles about things #tentative recommendations

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earthbaby-angelboy · 1 year ago

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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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kiankiwi · 2 years ago

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Mad

“No, baby, we can’t go to the park. It’s still raining; it’s not safe to go right now.”

You looked at your caregiver, Dr. John Carpenter, in disbelief. You always went outside around this time; who cared about some stupid rain? The most you’d do is get a little soaked, right?

“Park.” You said again, this time a little more insistently, trying to get your Daddy to see what you wanted.

John just shook his head and spoke more firmly. “Baby, I said no. We’re not going out today. We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow when the sun’s out again.”

Tomorrow?! But that was ages away! Why was Daddy being so unreasonable? You didn’t understand.

You started to feel angry and began to whine. Unbeknownst to you, this was actually something John wanted to happen.

Normally, when your big emotions started to well up in you, you tried to force them away since your “mother” (your first caregiver) would hit you for having tantrums or for making too much noise, and you’d eventually realized it wasn’t safe nor worth it to let out your anger as you’d only get hurt in the end. As a result, you were an extremely timid little in babyspace, and you tended to just go along with whatever John offered after he took you home from the foster center, since you didn’t want to make him mad or upset, even if it wasn’t what you wanted.

Most caregivers wouldn’t normally encourage tantrums. But to John, the fact that you were getting angry in front of him signified a big turning point; it meant you felt safe to let out your big emotions in front of him and know you wouldn’t be hurt for expressing them.

“Daddy knows you’re angry, baby. You’re mad we can’t go to the park right? Yeah? It’s okay, baby, just let it out. Get as mad as you can.”

With that, your big emotions finally took over, and you started to scream and roll around on the ground just like a small child would, banging your fists and feet on the carpet in an attempt to get Daddy to change his mind.

Quickly, Daddy moved to grab your upper body, saying “Michelle, grab her legs; I don’t want her hurting herself.”

With that, your Auntie Michelle (who’d been your temporary caregiver at the foster center), grabbed onto your legs to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally kick her, Daddy, or something hard around you.

As you screamed and struggled in their hold, the two kept encouraging you to let out your anger, telling you to get as mad as you could as they kept a good grip on you to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself.

Finally, after screaming and crying for about twenty minutes, you moved so your head was against Daddy’s chest and shouted “MAD!” at him.

Both your caregivers were shocked; this was the first time this had happened, and unknown to you, Daddy was so proud you’d had your first real temper tantrum.

He looked at you with a gentle gaze, talking to you. “Yeah, baby? You’re mad? Guess what, honey; that’s okay! That’s a good thing to feel when something doesn’t go how you wanted it. Good girl! Get mad baby, get real good and mad!”

You looked away from Daddy and continued to scream and struggle a little while longer, thinking “How is this good? I’m not getting what I want!”

Though finally, after about ten more minutes, your anger had cooled and you were exhausted. Your face was read and streaked with tears and snot, you were sweating, you needed a diaper change, and your throat felt raw from all of the screaming you’d done.

Now, though, you mostly just felt scared; you’d never thrown a fit like that in front of Daddy, and you were worried about what he might do next. Would he shout at you? Hit you? Send you back to the foster center? Maybe he’d decided you weren’t lovable after all?

But he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he cradled you close, kissing your cheeks as he rocked you a little, before he spoke.

“Honey, I can tell you’re scared right now. But I promise; no matter how mad or sad you get, and no matter what you do, Daddy will always love you. Daddy is never ever gonna send you back to the center, because Daddy loves you so so much, baby. And Daddy still thinks you’re the best little one in the world, even when you have tantrums.”

Michelle stroked your ankle soothingly as you started getting your breath, murmuring to you “Oh, honey, we love you.”

Daddy stroked your hair, murmuring “Love you. Love you. Love you.” Over and over again as you looked into his soft brown eyes, before you finally squeaked out “wuv you!” as you curled into his hold and buried your face in his chest.

Daddy just held you close, saying “Yes, that’s a good girl. My big baby. Now I think my little angel needs a bath after all that excitement, huh?”

You nodded as he scooped you up and started heading towards the bathroom; you knew a warm bath was just what you needed right now.

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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!

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."

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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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vintagepresley · 2 years ago

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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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deke-rivers-1957 · 3 months ago

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Kung Fu Elvis Part 4

If you're new to this series, the point of this is to find out which Elvis character is the best fighter given an uninterrupted hand to hand combat styled fight. The goal is to rank each individual Elvis character and then within each tier determine who would win against who.

How I plan on determining this will be by finding each character's age, size and general background. How well a character does in on screen fights will also be considered but analyzed on a case by case basis. Sometimes an Elvis character loses a fight simply because it's a comedy, or due to the low quality stage fighting wins because his opponents are laughably weak.

At the end of the day this is all headcanon as these are all fictional characters. If you disagree with how I rank a character I would love to hear your thoughts on where you would put them.

While it isn't specifically stated, Change of Habit takes place in 1969. Sister Irene even being in the same sisterhood and being allowed to share housing with Sisters Michelle and Barbara who are both white is a sign this is after the Civil Rights Act of 1968. That law specifically cracks on discrimination regarding housing meaning it would be against the law to disallow Sister Irene from rooming with her white Sisters. Any issues regarding Sister Irene's race is seen at a de facto level since just because a law is past, doesn't mean everyone's attitudes immediately change to reflect it. Amanda canonically having autism and Dr. Carpenter using a rage reduction therapy also indicates this is 1969 at the earliest. Robert Zaslow's practice of using this therapy doesn't take off on a widespread level until the 1970s, but since no one else seemed to know about the therapy it's safe to assume this was when it was still in its infancy. Despite being a doctor, he's not necessarily comfortably well off because he works in an under privileged neighborhood. Clinics like the one we see didn't exactly get that much money compared to state/federally funded hospitals, so it's very possible for him to have to pay for medical supplies out of his own pocket. While he wouldn't have exactly starved since this town wasn't a food desert, it isn't out of the question to assume he had to keep his meals very simple. And since fitness culture as we know it wouldn't exist for about another decade, there was no need for him to have well defined muscles.

I'm making a revision on John's age. In my tidbit I said that I was making him an even 30 years old to reflect how long medical school takes. After going back and really thinking about the line where he explains why he became a doctor, I need to make a change. John mentions that he became a doctor as a way to pay it forward after his army sergeant saved his life. Since John specifically said this sergeant was killed on the other side of the world, the most likely assumption is that he was killed in a war. My best guess is that based on the amount of time John could be in the army and become a medical doctor, John would've served during the Korean War. Given that Elvis himself was born in 1935, John would actually need to be older than Elvis by at least a few months for this to be possible. Therefore, Dr. John Carpenter is at least 35 years old.

A Blue Hawaii movie poster appearing in the background strongly indicates that this was in 1962. Blue Hawaii came out in November, 1961. Since Christmas is literally never mentioned as being any time soon, you can assume this was after the New Year. No one needing so much as a windbreaker while over open waters indicates it's at least March. In fact, in the scene where Ross and Laurel are staying at the Yung family's house during the night, there's heavy rain. That type of heavy rain in Honolulu typically occurs between October and April with the summer months being relatively dry. The fishing season for tuna in particular takes place between March and August. You even see Ross try to help land a marlin at the beginning and they can be found in Hawaiian waters all year. However, because you only see them trying to catch one once, you get the idea that this is outside of their peak fishing season which is purely during the summer. Ross having the connections that he does with the Stavros family and the Yung family keeps him from being completely on his own. Even if he didn't have their help regarding a job and shelter, he's right by open waters. The native Hawaiians lasted a significantly long period of time fishing on a personal level, so at the very least Ross will not be at a risk of starving. If anything if a lot of Ross' meals contained properly prepared tuna, it would actually be very beneficial to his health. Tuna is one of the best foods a man can consume to not only reduce his risk of heart disease, but is also a great source of protein which promotes muscle growth (which is an important factor to consider when talking about the science behind fighting).

Like I said in my tidbit, I don't really have that many clues about how old Ross would be. We only get an indication of his past through a non-descript account of what happened. We don't know how much time has passed since his mother died, only that it was after he was born. Maternal mortality rates being relatively high in the 1930s doesn't make things easier when determining a specific year. His dad dying while talked about as if it was a recent enough event also doesn't help because nothing is specific. If Ross is able to work in a night club, and has been working for on a fishing boat for a long enough period of time yet not have the savings to buy the boat back himself, he has to be pretty young. Ross has never mentioned being in the military which would make him around the same age as Elvis. When you look at the draft numbers by year, once the Korean War ended, draft rates are pretty low. If the possibility of him being drafted isn't even a consideration, Ross would've had to turn 18 in late 1953 or later. For it to still not be a consideration Ross would have to be older than 25 since that's the Selective Service cutoff. Therefore, Ross is in his mid to late 20s.

My tidbit went into a lot of detail regarding the history of the Southwest and Mexico. One thing I will edit is that we can no longer assume this takes place in Tucson. I've since found signs found on a couple businesses that says the town's name is Rio Seco. Even though there are apartment complexes in Tucson with that name, this town is most likely fictional. What I didn't even consider is the type of guns that the characters use. Assuming the props seen are accurately depicting what is meant to happen, we can use these to determine a range of time. As a reminder the initial range that I used as a starting point is 1867-1910. So for the revolvers used, they were Colt Single Action Army Civilian models. Since it's defined as having a 4.75 inch barrel and .45 cartridge this type of gun would've entered the civilian market in 1874. Most rifles shown are 1892 Winchesters and are described as being a .38-40 caliber, making it an original design. Therefore, we'll just put this movie between the late 1890s and early 1910s. Since a small desert town like that wouldn't have significant changes from year to year, Jess' living conditions that I mentioned in my tidbit wouldn't change. Maybe if he comes back to town as the new sheriff, there's a reduced chance of starving but it still wouldn't be enough to promote adequate muscle growth.

I have no choice but to stick with what I guessed in my tidbit. Unless someone has more information from reading the book, I just don't have the information to make a better guess. I don't have the knowledge on how old you have to be to be sheriff in that time period. Even if I did, it Jess wasn't officially elected so his actual age wouldn't be a factor in that decision. The only confirmation I have to my guess is that the timeline would add up for Jess to have some familiarity to the Emperor's failed campaign in 1867 and still be in his early 30s.

I'm genuinely amazed that when looking up female bullfighters, Dolores was actually ahead of her time. Unless this movie's trying to tell us it really takes place before the Spanish Civil War, Dolores being an extremely famous female bullfighter is fictional. The Spanish Civil War was in the 1930s and many Spanish speaking countries had women banned from the sport. Unless there's a matadora that I'm not aware of Mexico didn't even have a matadora that famous until 2010. I have no idea who Dolores is meant to be a reference to since the only female bullfighters from the same time period as the movie were American. Figuring out where and when the former Duke and Margarita lost their peerage titles wouldn't help either since most abolished monarchies in Europe occurred during the 1940s or well after the movie was made. What is indisputable though is that Mike stays at the Acapulco Hilton Hotel which is still open as the Emporio Acapulco Hotel. This specific hotel opened in 1962 meaning it would have to take place around then as well. Given that trapeze artists still had relative success in the 1960s and need a specific diet, Mike would've had light, protein rich regular meals.

Like I said in my tidbit, we simply don't have enough clues on Mike's age outside of the obvious. Mike not getting a work VISA had nothing to do with his age since you can be as young as 15 and get one. Mike is obviously older than 15. For simplicity's sake the drinking age in all of Mexico is 18. Meaning they will not sell you alcohol if you don't prove you're 18 or older. Since Mike isn't noticeably carded for age verification, we can at the very least assume he's over 18 years old. Mike being part of a family trapeze act and a cliff diver doesn't necessarily help us either since there's no specific age requirement that would break this down any further. Only thing I can say is that for Olympic sport climbers, the average man is about 26 years old. I specified sport climber because it's the closest equivalent to Mike having to climb up the side of a cliff. So if we statistically label 26 years old as around a man's peak, we can assume Mike is around this age.

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John is the oldest Elvis character both based on how he's writing and based on how Change of Habit was his last movie. Being 35 means he would be at a big age disadvantage. Since I'm using MMA standards to determine a man's physical peak, John is well beyond that. Also look at his opponents: he punched an overweight man who looked old enough to be a senior citizen and his lackeys but the way it was portrayed felt very lackluster, and he disarmed Julio which doesn't even count.

I know I put him in C tier but the more I look at him, John is not capable of handling an official fight. He's so skinny that I highly doubt his ability to take a punch against someone a lot stronger than him. Also look at his stamina. Despite being a former military man, John is shown as being winded playing football with children. John might be able to get lucky hits in and can beat old people but he stands no chance against those who are younger than him. He's in D tier simply because he's not even close to being physically capable of beating better opponents.

Ross has little variety in his opponents. Only a severely drunk man and Mr. Johnson who's about John's age. I know it's a matter of what the story dictates but Ross being able to dodge a drunk man's attack indicates that he has at least some reflexes. Being in his mid-late 20s puts him at his peak where he has the right combination of strength and experience. Even though he fought an older man twice, he was able to beat him twice. Fighting the same opponent more than once can be a disadvantage if you're not as skilled because your opponent would've had the ability to counteract any surprises. Ross beating Mr. Johnson twice is a sign that his first win was more than luck. He had to have a genuine amount of skill to win given that Mr. Johnson was outright expecting a fight of some kind.

Ross is a great example of how you can be skilled without having direct training. Working on a boat allowed Ross to build up some muscle in his upper body and walking/running everywhere (especially on uneven terrain) built up his leg muscles as well. One aspect of fighting that really works to Ross' advantage is footwork and balance. Being on a boat in the open waters is as unstable as you can get outside of being in a severe earthquake. If you can handle that without losing your balance or getting sick, a fight on a flat surface should be easy. Easily a B tier fighter since his footwork gives him an advantage against other "common man" opponents.

Jess doesn't have a single fight that would count under my rules. You don't bring weapons to a fist fight and that's what we're determining. Jess slamming Billy Roy's head into the jail cell's bar or punching him after he shot the sheriff doesn't even count as fights since Billy Roy wasn't in any position to fight back on both occasions.

When you consider that he comes from a completely different time period where food was a bit more scarce; he's older than 30 which puts him past his peak; and he doesn't have a single onscreen fist fight win under his belt, Jess would be at a huge disadvantage. I'll have to update Clint's rank in my final list based on my choice to include Does Not Apply since he comes from even earlier in time than Jess. It simply isn't fair to put people from the 1860s in fights against people from ~100 years in the future when society as a whole has changed.

Moreno is his only fight but his physical activity more than makes up for it. There was no cheap shot, one punch knock situation. This was a clean fist fight. He's a trapeze artist and was able to successfully attempt one of the most dangerous cliff dives in the world without ever officially training for it. The upper body strength from being a trapeze artist would give him a big advantage when generating a strong swing.

I know I just said physical activity more than makes up for only having one fight, but that's only in regards to even giving him a rank. You know that he's physically capable of putting an opponent down. I'd say he's about equal to Ross and would put him in B tier. I think between the two, Ross might be slightly younger and has a more well rounded strength that serves him better in in a fist fight.

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To summarize this part:

Ross is in B tier.

Mike W. is in B tier below Ross.

Dr. John Carpenter is in D tier.

Jess simply DNA and will not get an official rank.

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@illtakeyouhomeagain, @livelaughelvis, @elvispresley1935, @eapep, @thelonelyheart,

@presleysweetheart, @dreamingofep, @mooodyblue, @makethemorning, @whositmcwhatsit,

@suraemoon, @swingdownsweetchariot, @theelvisprincess, @theelvispres-blog, @somethingaboutelvis,

@eapep, @pledgingmylovee and @hooked-on-elvis.

#kung fu elvis #jess wade #dr. carpenter #mike windgren #ross carpenter #charro!#change of habit #fun in acapulco #girls! girls! girls!

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