#doctors orders

[chamomiletealeaf]

Hey girlie girl- I don’t know if you’re taking requests rn (i probably coulda looked somewhere but didn’t) but lemme put this out there and you tell me if you’re down.

So imagine johnny or ghost (u pick) walks in on you pillow humping a plushy …

OOH

Sorry this took so long to get to so much has been happening 😭 but I'm in a Johnny mood today so I give you this:

Warnings: MDNI, pillow humping, dry humping, tac gear kink

You didn't think Johnny would be home for another week or so, but he wanted to surprise you, so he didn't tell you he was coming home early.

It's been months since you've had him, in more ways than one, and you were starting to get really frustrated. Your vibrator and dildos just weren't cutting it anymore.

So, you decided the closest thing to your Johnny was his clothes, and his pillow, which gave you an idea....

With slight embarrassment and a blush of what you were about to do, you pulled off your pajama pants and replaced your shirt with one of Johnny's, and inhaled his scent, which made you smile. You missed him so much, and his scent comforted you.

Hesitant, you climbed onto the bed and straddled his pillow. It felt wrong, but it's what you needed. At least to get you through his absence.

You moaned at the feeling of the fabric rubbing against your clit as you began to speed up. You planted your face down into the mattress as you continued to ride his pillow, rocking your hips back and forth, drunk off his scent on you and between your legs.

You were so focused on cumming on Johnny's pillow that you didn't even hear the front door open and close over your whines and moans, nor did you hear Johnny's footsteps approach the bedroom.

He was confused when he walked in the house to an empty room. He had assumed you would run up to him and embrace him in a hug, so he went looking for you.

He heard the noises from your shared bedroom and he smirked, finally clocking what you were doing, and why you weren't at the door.

He peeked his head in and leaned against the door frame crossing his arms, enjoying the show in front of him.

"Fuck me Johnny.." You whined into the mattress as you panted ragged breaths and humped his pillow.

That set Johnny off.

He walked up behind you and put his full body weight on you, covering your mouth when you shrieked.

"Good thing I'm home then isn't it bonnie." He growled into your ear with a smirk.

You gasped, then wiggled out of his grasp to give him a hug.

"You're home??" You asked, arms wrapped around his neck.

You then realized what he caught you doing, and you pulled away, blush rushing to your cheeks.

"We'll talk about that later. Right now I wanna watch you finish what you started." He says, and you look away.

"C'mere." He said, and pulled you into his lap so you're straddling him.

"Is this my shirt? Ya missed me that much did ya?" He asked, gripping the hem of it, and looking up at you with a sly expression.

You were too embarrassed to speak so you just nodded.

You were wearing just your panties and his shirt while he was fully clothed, tac pants on and everything.

Johnny laughed and gripped your hips, pulling you down onto him and making you both moan.

"Well I'm here now bonnie. Use me instead of my pillow yeah?" He asks while squeezing your thighs.

You lean into the crook of his neck and begin to rock your hips against the bulge in his pants.

Johnny moves his hands to your hips and guides you back and forth in his lap.

"Fuck bonnie just like that. Rub that perfect little pussy on my cock."

You continue dry humping Johnny as he starts to buck up into you, his tac pants creating the perfect friction.

"Fuck Johnny just like that. Feel so good. Missed you so much." You whine.

"I know dollie, missed you so much too. Fuck, gonna cum bonnie." He grunts.

It isn't long until you're gripping his thick biceps while your eyes are rolling back, pussy pulsing around nothing as you cum in Johnny's lap.

He cums too, staining his tac pants from you grinding on him.

After a moment, Johnny leans in to kiss you, his hand gripping your hair tight to pull you as close to him as possible.

"What a pretty little surprise I came home to huh? Missed you." He says, and you giggle.

"Just wait 'till I get these clothes off and then I can give you a good and proper fucking." He growls and throws you backwards against the mattress so he can strip himself of his heavy gear.

"Wait." You say, putting a hand on his chest.

"Keep it on." You say with a smirk, and Johnny chuckles darkly.

"Well fuck me." He says, the image of you gripping onto his tac vest while you cum around his cock flashing across his mind. "Better hold on then bonnie." He whispers in your ear with a smirk as he guides your hands to his vest, which marks the start of your very, very, long night.

[aria-upside-down]

It's always "doctors orders this, doctors orders that" from Will, but it's never Nico just like "I'm your fucking boyfriend, you have to listen to me. Now, go to bed and get some sleep because you haven't slept in 5 days. Boyfriend's orders" as he puts his hands on his hips all sassico like.

[drchucktingle]

if you are really doctor, what is your degree in?

devry univeristy for holistic massage. some have said 'but chuck devry does not have a holistic massage program' and i say 'i did not go to school for a whole year to become a doctor and have it denied in this way'

[soft--dogs]

oh! he's got a tummy under there!

[sillytransfemmething]

[marxistgnome]

I fucking love doctors orders

[lg5]

An important part of COVID prevention is being in the right head space.

[eco-lite]

Miss @dianeduane did it again with Doctor’s Orders. Here are some choice sillies:

[Text ID: “Good morning,” Spock said. Kirk took a second to flash a grin at Bones; sometimes Spock’s formality could temp you to laugh. ��Are you members of the species called the Ornae?” There was another tremor of movement through the layered circles of creatures, and then a sound: something scratchy, not quite the “insect: sound that Kirk had heard before. The Bridge’s Translator circuitry immediately cut in and rendered the sound as oddly high-pitches laughter. One of the creatures in the front circle shook itself all over and, still shaking, moved very, very slowly toward Spock. He didn’t move a muscle. The creature put out a long slender pseudopod, gleaming in the sunshine like suddenly blown glass, and poked Spock’s boot with it. Then it made the scratchy sound again, more laughter, and said a word: “Gotcha!” It jumped back to its place. All the other creatures began to echo the scratch-laughter. Spock looked around him with mild bemusement. “Captain,” he said, “I suspect we have found a kindergarten at recess, or something similar.” End ID]

Spock interacting with baby jello aliens. 🥹

[Text ID: When Spock arrived on the Bridge, McCoy was so utterly glad to see him that he was tempted to jump up and hug him. Instead, he just said, “Spock, your damn scanner’s gone on the fritz again.” Spock favored him with an expression that was skeptical at best. “Doctor,” he said very gently, as if to a brain-damage case, “that hardly seems likely. Nonetheless, I will run some checks.” End ID]

This was just cute. It takes a lot of emotional turmoil for Bones to want to hug Spock. And this was only the beginning lol.

[Text ID: “And by the way,” McCoy added, “can I at least have a restroom break?” Spock nodded. “Give the conn to Lieutenant DeLeon,” he said, “but don’t be away too long. Though,” he added, from just inside the turbolift, I believe the Captain would say, ‘You should have gone before we left.’” End ID]

Peak Spones dynamic.

[Text ID: “And see if you can get Uhura away from her business downstairs. I need some advise.” “Right, Doctor.” End ID]

It just made me really happy that the first person Bones wanted to strategize with and ask for advise was Uhura. She’s such an underrated and underutilized character, but she had a lot of great moments in this book.

[Text ID: “We’re going to have a department heads’ meeting in a while, I guess,” McCoy said to Spock, “and record it and send it along to Starfleet.” “I would not do that,” Spock said, sitting down at his station and dropping a couple of tricorder tapes into one of its reader ports. “Call the meeting, certainly. We must intensify our search for the Captain. But Starfleet does not require the details of our decision-making process. Also,” and there was a slight glint of humor in his eye as he glanced over his shoulder at McCoy, “there’s no point in giving the, ah, bureaucratic elements at Starfleet any more insight than necessary into how we arrive at our decisions.” “How I arrive at my command decisions, you mean,” McCoy said. Spock nodded. “The bureaucratic mind,” he said, “will find some way to meddle if at all possible. If faced with a decision-making process that they find too…original…” “Too intelligent, you mean. Or too consultative.” “Precisely. Under such circumstances, you could find yourself issued orders which you would be required to carry out, but which would be most…distasteful.” “You mean stupid.” “I believe I said that,” Spock said. “Though perhaps not in so many words.” End ID]

Bashing Starfleet party! 🥳

[Text ID: “We have no diplomatic recourses,” said Spock, “since as yet there is no diplomatic agreement. Starfleet will doubtless suggest some kind of display of force.” “They can just go to bed early on that one,” McCoy snapped. “These people barely understand the concept of death or injury, as far as I can figure out. I don’t want to be the one to teach them what it means.” End ID]

Bashing Starfleet pt. 2, plus I admire Bones’ compassion.

[Text ID: Spock’s expression was calm, but there was warning hidden in it. “If we are successful in finding the Captain,” he said, “Starfleet may well forgive you that…eventually. If not…your career in Starfleet may be short.” “That’s as may be,” McCoy said. “I have oaths to follow, the same as they do. The discipline of the service be damned.” He paused, and then said, “We have stopped recording this briefing, haven’t we?” “No one will hear,” Spock said, “what was certainly a casual remark made after the meeting proper.” He looked at Uhura. “Of course not,” she said to Spock. “I’ll just look around and see if I can’t find my sewing scissors.” End ID]

Cover up the evidence! I love them so much.

[Text ID: Two pages. The first page says: “—we thought we would stop and investigate.” Now, McCoy though, he waits to see if I tell him to get out of here. “Well, you’re more than welcome here, Commander,” he said. “Four planets, no waiting. Make yourself right at home.” Commander Kaiev actually blinked. McCoy had a hard time keeping his face straight, but managed it somehow. Now he lets us know that he would have anyway, he thought. “So we have done,” said Kaiev, with a sort of air of jovial threat that McCoy had to admire. “We shall send down landing parties to investigate the planet.” “Well, go ahead,” McCoy said. “But I should warn you, some things are pretty weird down there. We’ve lost some people in odd ways. Trees eating them, mostly.” The Bridge crew all looked at McCoy in fascination. He ignored them. “But don’t mind that,” McCoy said jovially. “You go ahead down there, have a good time. Our people will show you around, if you like.” An expression of suspicion did not so much creep across Kaiev’s face as run across it, shouting and waving placards saying I don’t believe you, you’re up to something! McCoy was delighted, and kept his own face straight. “No thank you, MahKhoi,” Kaiev said. “We will manage our own investigation of this planet. Shall we speak further on this?”Or in other words, ‘Wanna fight?’ “No, heavens, why should we?” McCoy said, waving a hand languidly. “You go right ahead. But listen,” he added, “you watch out for those trees, now. And the rocks.” He leaned forward a little as he said the word, and waggled his eyebrows at the Klingon. The second page says: “I must ask you. What has happened to Kirk?” McCoy paused for a moment, then sighed heavily and leaned back in the center seat again, looking down. “I killed him,” he said. “In a duel. Very sad.” And he looked up then, and gave Kaiev a long cool look from under his brows. “I do so hate killing my friends,” he said. Kaiev looked at him for a long moment. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, McCoy sighed again and said, quite cheerfully, “At any rate, Commander, if we can help you with any little thing, don’t hesitate to call. Enterprise out.” And he glanced over at Uhura, who killed the circuit. The screen went back to showing starfield again. There was a rather stunned silence on the Bridge. Then the laughter broke out. McCoy let it go on for a few moments, then said, “All right, everybody, hush up now!” They got quiet. “That should give us a few minutes to breathe,” he said, “since they’ll now think the Enterprise is being commanded by a raving loon. Perhaps even a homicidal raving loon, which would be even better.” “I think you are wise,” Spock said, “not to let them know that the Captain is missing. They would certainly perceive that as a weakness, perhaps a fatal one, on our part.” “Spock,” McCoy said, smiling a bit, “I may be just an old country doctor, but I know enough not to tell my patients that I don’t know how to cure them. Why, half of them cure themselves just because they think I’m doing it. Saves me no end of trouble, and it’s cheaper than placebos.” End ID]

Please witness the proper way to deal with Klingons. Every interaction between Bones and Kaiev is so funny.

[Text ID: “All right,” McCoy said. He sighed. “Ladies and gentlemen and others, I would prefer nothing untoward to happen in the next fifteen minutes. End ID]

And finally, I just really appreciate Bones being gender-inclusive.

Give this book a read, y’all!

[lonereaper]

doomed midwestern yuri

[doktorhealerdealer]

What's your fav german word? Mine is Kostenlos and Orangensaft 😼 then sound funny and they are my fav things (+maybe your fav English word too!)

“Hooh!! Vhat a fun question!! Mine is Behandlungsfehler, vhich sounds a little funny and is my favorite thing!! My favorite English vord must be ricochet!”

[cloudnuggett]

"fuck it, we ball," i say as i disobey doctors orders (your boy did not lube up before beddy byes tonight)

[universalcaffination]

Ohhh Ms Duane, I have a question for the author! 🙋

I am immeasurably curious about this interaction - it sounds like Bones is asking if Spock can feel Kirk's thoughts? Had the idea of them having a t'hy'la/mental bond been floating around already, or was there other inspiration you found for this little bit?

(Ps, I'm loving how bones and spock interact in Doctors Orders, it feels so organic!)

[heardatmedschool]

“Look at these orders! I should frame them!”

Nurse when the orders are actually understandable.

[letmethinkaboutitalittlelonger]

I want to make a formal request that any scifi author that comes up with a weird ass new species has to include a self-made drawing in their book. Doesn‘t have to be good, but I don‘t understand shit if you just describe it to me and I keep getting surprised by the number of limbs and shit.

Just an ugly ass drawing of the basic shape is fine. I am dumb and I don‘t get it otherwise.

(this is a post going out to Diane Duane specifically, as well as all other Star Trek and Star Wars novel writers in gerneral)

[cocopuffsstillinside]

Nico's room from my previous post... I spent way too long drawing this and then covering up....

[weerd1]

ENT Rewatch Starlog, 18 March, 2024: Episode 3.16 “Doctor’s Orders”

Phlox and Porthos walk through an apparently empty NX-01, stopping to visit Captain Archer who lies asleep with a device on his forehead.

Flash back to a few days before and there is an area of spatial anomaly brought on by the spheres between them and Azati Prime. It would add a lot of time to go around, and if they go through damage the human minds. Phlox suggests that he would not be affected. He’ll put all the human crew into a mental stasis while Enterprise crosses the area of space. 

At first, Phlox is having a fine time, getting caught up on writing to friends, playing with Porthos, occasionally feeding his pets in the nude. But while watching a film, he hears something moving.

Tracking it through the ship he ends up in the shuttlebay, and indeed finds T’Pol—also not sedated—who doesn’t know what he’s hearing. The incidents get worse, and Phlox sees Xindi insectoids on board. T’Pol finds nothing, and suspects Phlox is having some sort of breakdown, possibly based on loneliness considering how social Denobulans are. He insists on checking the ship with a phase pistol, and upon almost blasting Porthos, begins to realize that maybe she is correct. He scans and finds that in fact there is a non-lethal, but potentially hallucinogenic effect in his brain. 

He prepares to put himself under and leave T’Pol in charge since they will be through the region of space in six hours, but she begins to panic, also suffering from the anomaly. Worse, the area has expanded faster than anticipated, and though Tucker said they shouldn’t, the ship will have to warp to escape. Phlox and T’Pol bumble through with her seemingly useless.

They do escape however, and once free, Phlox’s mind is restored. He wakes up Archer, and before going on to the crew escorts T’Pol to her quarters. There he finds the Vulcan sedated; the T’Pol he has been talking to has also been a hallucination. 

A fun episode that makes you feel like it’s falling into the helpless T’Pol trope, but is saved in the reveal that she couldn’t help because she isn’t real.  It does turn out to be a nice exploration of Phlox’s character and a good way to do a bottle show while still getting the overall arc to move along. I do wonder though is Phlox hallucinates almost shooting Porthos; the Beagle forgives him pretty quickly.

Nice callbacks as well to the earlier episode “Dear Doctor” with Phlox’s friend Dr. Lucas getting a letter. We’ll of course get to meet the good doctor in Season 4 during the Augments story arc. 

Also a fun line when Phlox suspects he’s hearing things because the week prior, Trip showed him “The Exorcist.” 

Next Voyage: Archer has to determine whether all his eggs go in one basket after Enterprise finds a Xindi Insectoid “Hatchery.”

(Images taken from the main website for @trekcore; I am happy to remove the images if asked.)