Summary - Yaz convinces you to confront The Doctor and confess your feelings to her in a very forward way.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - lap dancing and stripping and leading to smut, but no actual smut, minors please DNI!
Word Count - 1801
A/n - I hope that this is a gender neutral reader. I think that I managed to do that. Requested by @supermegapauselouca on my old Tumblr account, just wanted to reupload it on here. Also, I did write a sex scene for this, but I ended up removing it from this fic because I didn’t know how to end it and I am self-conscious about my smut writing abilities. But I can post it as like a Feeling Good 1.5, if anyone would want that. But anyway, I hope that you enjoy this!
You, along with The Fam, had weaselled out of The Doctor when her birthday was, or, at least, when she thought her birthday was. She said that she couldn’t quite remember exactly, which you found sad. Despite The Doctor’s hazy memory on the subject, you, Graham, Ryan, and Yaz decided to throw The Doctor a week-long birthday celebration as a thank you for all of the adventures she took you and The Fam on and all of the rescues she performed. You also wanted to make up for the birthdays all of you had missed celebrating since befriending The Doctor.
You were the most dedicated to The Doctor’s birthday celebrations. You were always by her side, introducing her to the day’s plans and making sure that The Doctor was always enjoying herself. If she wasn’t, you were there alert and ready to change plans at a moment's notice in order to make her happy. The entire Fam now knew of your feelings for the time-travelling alien, but Yaz knew long before your obsession with making The Doctor’s birthday celebration perfect. So, when she came trotting up to you one day with a suggestion for the last day of The Doctor’s birthday celebration, you almost didn’t know how to respond.
“You want me to do what, Yaz?!”
“Confess your feelings for The Doctor!” Your face fell in shock again. You couldn’t believe that Yaz would suggest something so absurd.
“Okay, yeah, sure. However, I am not going to do that!” You flusteredly shouted back.
“Come on! We all think you should confess already.”
“We? You told everyone- whatever! How do you expect me to do that, Yaz.” You wanted to confront Yaz about her loose tongue, but you didn’t have time for that now. You were just glad that Yaz hadn’t told The Doctor about your feelings behind your back.
“Seduce her. Well, not seduce because she likes you, too, but be sexy. Give her a lap dance!”
“No!” You shook your head furiously, completely horrified in shock.
“Yes!”
“No, Yaz! I am not doing that, in general, but especially not as a way to confess my feelings for her!”
“Yes, it is provocative, but we both know how The Doctor is. If you hint at your feelings, she is not going to understand. You have to be blunt.” You slumped your shoulders, you knew that Yaz was right about that fact, The Doctor was very oblivious. But you continued to argue that you couldn’t go through with it, and you walked away to go to bed.
There were still a couple more days of The Doctor’s birthday celebration and every day one, or all, of your friends would come up to you trying to convince you that giving The Doctor a lap dance would be a good idea. Every time, you, embarrassingly, denied them. Yaz would also always text at the worst times, always when you were talking to The Doctor, suggesting her confession plan. And eventually, you gave in; your resolve was completely broken.
You and Yaz met in your room and tried to decorate it in a sexy but aloof manner, at least, that is what Yaz described the aesthetic to be. The pair of you changed your sheets and bedspread to a silky dark red material and added a sheer dark red curtain around the top of your bedposts. Yaz explained that all she had to do now was tell The Doctor that you wanted to speak to her and while she did this, you would change into a sexy outfit and wait to hear The Doctor enter your room from your bathroom. Then you would seductively exit your bathroom and confess your feelings to The Doctor.
“I’ve made a ‘Sexy Playlist’ -” You kept trying to tell Yaz this important information, and Yaz talked over you every time. Even now, she interrupted you.
“Stop overthinking this, Y/n. You like The Doctor. The Doctor definitely likes you. If she likes seeing you as a potential partner, she won’t stop you, but if she does stop you, which is unlikely, then stop. But as I said before, The Doctor won’t stop because she likes you. It’s simple.”
“But what about my ‘Sexy Playlist’?” Yaz rolled her eyes but conceded.
“Okay, playing it in the background is probably a good idea, you know, for the mood. Might ease a bit of tension for both you and The Doctor.” You set up and connected your phone to the speaker in your room in preparation for everything. Finally, Yaz gave you one last confidence speech then left to enact the plan while you went to the bathroom to change.
You phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Yaz, she texted you earlier than you thought she would, saying that everything was ready, and The Doctor was on her way. You quickly finished getting dressed and eventually, you heard knocking. You waited with bated breath, hoping that The Doctor would just walk into like she usually did.
Then you heard your door open, and you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. You could hear from behind the bathroom door that The Doctor moved into your room while calling your name. You took a deep breath, hit play on “Sexy Playlist,” and then slowly exited your bathroom dressed in a white lacey set of lingerie and a red robe tied lousy around your waist.
“Ah! Y/n, what's going on…” The Doctor finally turned to look at you from where she sat in an armchair by your fireplace, but she went silent upon seeing what you were wearing. Instantly, her face turned bright red with a blush. That scared you. Your brain began running a million miles an hour worried that The Doctor didn’t like you this way. But you remembered that all of The Fam said that The Doctor really cared about you, so you pushed your doubts to the back of your mind and walked closer to The Doctor to the beat of the music. You seductively swivelled your hips to the music, drawing your hands up your side to enunciate your actions. You walked forward toward The Doctor and untied the belt of the robe. You brushed the robe slightly away from your body mid swivel of your hips causing your lingerie to be on full display for The Doctor. You could feel her gaze bore into your body. You then sat on The Doctor’s slightly spread legs. You hoped that feeling her would give you some comfort that dancing in front of her did not.
“Do you like what you see, Doc?” You seductively ran the tip of your index finger against your lips before you stroked the side of The Doctor’s face with the same finger.
“Ye-yes. I really like what I see.” The Doctor’s pupils grew larger than any time you’ve seen before. Maybe your friends were right? Maybe The Doctor did have feelings for you?
“Yo-you do?” You were so shocked by her reaction. You never thought that she would see you in the way you desired.
“Yes, Y/n, I really, really like what I see. I wish that I could see you like this more often.” The Doctor tightly gripped your waist and pulled you closer to her, causing you to lean on to her shoulders for support.
“You do?” You were so shocked by how forward she was being, though she probably felt the same way about you.
“Yes, if I had my way, Y/n, I would only have you looking like this when around me. All dolled up, wrapped in lace, completely at my will.” The Doctor’s eyes suddenly darkened, and a small smirk lined her lips. It was your turn for your face to heat up as you became flustered by The Doctor’s words. You had never seen The Doctor show this side of herself, but you enjoyed it. You wanted to hear her talk like this more. But instead of fully giving into The Doctor’s grip, you stood suddenly up far enough away from The Doctor to where she couldn't touch you, giving you the perfect opportunity to tease her and gain some power back in the situation.
“You want this, don’t you?” You let your robe fall to the ground then you removed the lace lingerie top, your chest now on full display and free from its fabric prison. You stood vulnerable yet confident before The Doctor in just your lacey underwear and stockings.
“This is what you want, Doctor. You want me.”
“Yes, it is, Y/n. Now come back here.” The Doctor moved forward and pulled you back to her by your wrists. Before you could sit back down on her lap, though, The Doctor placed her hands on your waist heavily and moved you to sit solely on her right leg.
The Doctor squeezed your hips, and then strongly guided them so you were grinding against her leg. You moaned quietly, causing The Doctor to hold onto your hips harder and control your movements to get you to moan for her again. While The Doctor guided your hips against her lap, she kissed down from your neck to your chest, leaving little bite marks and hickeys on your most sensitive areas. You had to grab onto The Doctor’s shoulders again to keep yourself steady on her lap, she was making you so weak for her.
Occasionally, your knee would rub up against The Doctor’s crouch, causing a moan to escape her own mouth. You smiled when you finally heard her moan, you had imagined this moment many times, and now you were finally experiencing it.
Quickly, The Doctor became impatient with the position that the two of you were in and she easily picked you up, walked over to your bed and threw you on it. The Doctor then crawled in between your legs and glided her hands up your torso, but suddenly she froze. The Doctor looked you in the eye and you saw her beautiful green and golden eyes soften.
“Are you okay?” The Doctor asked calmly, but her voice was filled with seriousness.
“Yes, Doctor. Are you?”
“Yes! I’m absolutely brilliant! Will you tell me if you are ever uncomfortable?”
“Of course I will, Doctor. I trust you.”
The strange alien then smiled sweetly above you before leaning down to kiss you passionately. You gladly kissed her back and snaked your hand up to her neck to deepen the kiss. The Doctor eventually reached up to grab your hand and slam it down on the bed. The Doctor continued to kiss you passionately and deeply, growing even more possessive and dominant with each passing moment. The two of you continued this dance into the night, passionately confessing feelings for the other until morning.
no problem shig loses the delivery job because you invite him to live with you and he is much better at satisfying you despite the little experience in bed lol 🙈🙈🙊🙊
1000% down to have him as my little sugar baby. I’d take such good care of him 🥺
omg omg ok ok, i'm watching it would be classic and when Ainley appeared! Master, OMG he exhales purely DOM energy, he's so charming, I'm a hundred percent sure if I was with doc five, I couldn't resist going to master, before he asked me to kneel I would already kneel.
Please we too have taken the moth and his pregnant wife and their little eggs where they can get away from this lab and the legal security helps them. I loved your writing and the baby shig moth
im glad you enjoyed it!! but sorry,ly/n’s just gonna be another specimen/experiment now dhdhsjsh
bones with jealousy hc please thanks for the orders placed.
A/n: Sorry for the wait.
A Jealous Bones
He's not a jealous type very easily.
BUT
You bet he'll start frowning and throwing murderous glares at anyone that tries to make a move on you.
And you let him know if other crewmates starts checking you out during your shift.
He's not the possessive type. He thinks that firstly, you are yourself. You belong to no one but yourself.
BUT
He'll put an arm around your shoulders or waist if you and him are strolling back towards work/quarters after a break/shift, if he sees anyone thinking they can make a move on you.
That near permanent scowl on his face will make anyone, except Jim, to think twice about saying anything and leave.
Unless they want booster hypos that absolutely no one fucking wants.
"Leonard, please. I'm fine. Stop scaring off the entire ship. How am I supposed to make friends?"
"If they have a shred of fucking self respect first."
That was true.
You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head. Though you did have to admit, you enjoy the flattery when people complimented on your style.
"Hmph."
But if anything happens in his Medbay, right in front of his fucking line of sight where what he says, goes.
Oh boy.
there's no way anyone's getting out of a dressing down by a pissed off CMO of a flagship.
The vents on the ship give quite a nice way to hear it all go down.
You might need to calm him down when he gets off work though.
I want to dance music "La vie en rose" from the movie sabrina 1954, with abba or with bruno or Polnareff ,please if you did not listen, when you have time listen, I guarantee you will not regret
ooh, what a pretty song!! they’d all love to hear you sing it and dance with them~
Hc leonard mccoy massaging a reader (yes, those fingers are magic)🤗🤗🤗
Massaging Reader
There's so. Many. Ways. This can turn into something else.
Hahaha lmao.
Three 16 hour shifts later, you are exhausted.
Dead on the feet exhausted.
You squeaked out a hi to Len as he sat in his recliner, looking all to well like a grandpa with his reading glasses on and a pair of socks on.
Not like you'll ever that say to his face.
You plop face first on the couch.
"Long day, sweetheart?"
A groan.
"Scotty worked you into overtime again?"
Another groan.
He hummed thoughtfully, setting his book down and watching you.
"Come on, darlin', how about you hop into the shower and I'll give you a massage afterwards; work out some of those knots in those muscles."
It took a moment for you to roll over and speak. "I thought you were gonna hypo me into next week so I don't suffer."
He grinned playfully at you. "Better get going before I change my mind."
With a yelp, you hurriedly left for the bedroom.
After a nice hot water shower and using up the ration for the week (fuck it, you needed a night to feel like yourself again), Leonard patted the center of the bed.
"Relax, darlin'. I got you," He soothed, warming his hands up with lavender oil. "On your stomach."
You nearly moaned out loud when his hands were placed on your back. Slowly, he started with your shoulders, working out the tight knots.
"Too hard?"
You shook your head after a minute. "Perfect."
The lights were dimmed, and soon the air was filled with relaxing lavender. He moved to your arms and fingers, expertly working out the kinks there before they drifted down to your back.
"Good God, sweetheart. Your back is tight."
You made a sleepy noise. "Relief didn't come. I stayed."
He made a disapproving tut but continued kneading.
Before long, you had fallen into a light sleep, lulled by the warmth and the comfort of a well earned massage.
Listening to your breaths evening out, did Leonard slowly finished with your thighs and legs with a feather touch.
"Goodnight, Y/N."
With a kiss on your hair, he gently pulled the sheets halfway and sat down on his side of the bed, propped open his book again, and smiled to himself.
Good lord, my head just went straight into the gutter with this one. Could've ended as nsfw lol 😂😂😂 maybe should write one 😅
